Holy shit! I just discovered that Mike, my new lover and longtime best friend, spied on his mother! He had drilled a hole in the wall of his closet, which backed right up against his mother’s bedroom, and he was about to let me watch the show, whatever that would be. Although I was ready for more sexplay, I obeyed Mike and we got back into our clothes.

We leafed through some old Playboys and Motor Trends until the rumble of his mother’s Falcon sounded in the driveway. The slow, raspy grinding of the electric motor lifting the garage door started up and the sound of the car motor ceased. The front door opened and slammed shut before the garage door closed. Mike was quite nervous.

“Okay,” he instructed, standing up. “Get in the closet, assume your position, and keep quiet.”

“Where are you going?” I asked, surprised. “Aren’t you going to stay here with me?”

“No, I have to go greet Mom, or she’ll come in here and catch you.” He stopped at the door and looked back. “And no matter what you see, keep quiet and still. Otherwise, we’re both in deep shit.”

Again, I nodded as he disappeared down the hallway. Jesus, I thought as I knelt down in the closet. This shit is crazy! For me, the past week had been a voyage into a whole new world, what with my discoveries with Mike and then my mother. Sex had taken on a whole new dimension, and I was happy – and grateful - to get my share.

Of course, part of me expected it to all come crashing down at any time. Pressing my face against the wall, I peered through the hole. As things fell quiet, I realized I was panting from excitement. No matter what I would see, if anything, the secretive nature of this voyeuristic episode had me totally alert, on edge, and erect.

Several minutes passed. They seemed like hours to me. I tried to control my breathing as I heard the faint muzz-muzz of voices in other rooms. Mike’s voice was easy to discern. I could tell he was nervous because his voice was exceptionally squeaky and high-pitched. I rested my hand on the bulge in my jeans. Then the wheels started to turn.

Mrs. Arden’s voice became clearer. I could make out the words as she was obviously inside her bedroom.

“How did school go today?” She asked. 

“Fine, Mom.”  

I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were both in her bedroom.

“Still lusting after Mrs. Nelson?” 

I grinned to myself. Dammit if everyone didn’t want a piece of Mrs. Nelson - her round ass, and her big, sweet tits. With everything going on with both my Mom and Mike, I hadn’t thought about my algebra teacher as much in recent days.

“Of course,” Mike replied.

Then, Mrs. Arden, fully clothed, walked past my field of vision. She continued to speak.

“Lord have mercy, I’m whipped,” she lamented. “Today was a tough one. We wrapped up a civil case with a man who burned his hands.”

Mike’s voice sounded from somewhere in the room.

“What happened, Mom?”

“Oh, his employer was negligent and he injured himself.” Her words were vague, as if she didn’t want to go through all of it again. “Just a lot of theatrics from our firm and emotion from the plaintiff. You know, the usual.”

At that moment, she returned to my field of view. I gasped, trying to remain calm, but it was difficult. Mrs. Arden was now in nothing but her bra and panties!

“I feel bad for the man, but I don’t know if his account of the situation is entirely true.” 

I pulled back a bit as she approached the closet. Her body was only a couple of feet from my vantage point as she slipped an item of clothing onto a hanger. I studied her navel – an innie – and could see the top of her bush peeking out from her panties. What I saw next made my heart skip a few beats. Silently, Mike walked up behind his mother, and he was nude!

What. The. Fuck? I fought to keep still and quiet. I didn’t want to chicken out and blow the whole deal.  What the fuck was Mike doing naked in the bedroom with his mother? Although I couldn’t see everything, Mike’s cock was fully erect as he reached up behind his mom and grasped the back of her bra. He unhooked the clasp and slid his hands around her breasts as the straps fell from her shoulders.

Closing her eyes, she sighed and leaned her head back against her son’s. She stepped back from the closet, returning to the light of the bedroom, but still remained within a few feet. Mike stayed behind his mother, melding his naked body against her.

Pressing my eye back to the hole, I watched as Mike’s hands worked underneath the loosened bra, massaging his mother’s breasts. With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell away, revealing an impressive pair of ample tits. I noted they were larger than my mother’s, with brownish-red areolas the size of my palm and thick, erect buds. Mike tugged on them, squeezing and rolling them between his fingers. Then, something totally unexpected happened. My eyes just about popped out of my head when milk started trickling out of one of her nipples! My mouth watered as I came to the realization that Mrs. Arden was lactating!

“Ahhh, yes, baby,” she exhaled dreamily. “I need to relax. I need to nurse you.”

“Yes, Mom.” 

She turned to face her son. His mouth was just inches away from her big, soft, pointed breasts.

“Here, baby.” She offered. He didn’t hesitate, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking. She closed her eyes.

“Ahhh, yes, honey.” Light reflected off her eyelids as her lips parted. Mike pressed his face into her tit, nursing like a hungry newborn.

As he toyed with her other breast, they slowly backed toward the bed. Mike helped his mother slide her panties down her thighs and legs, down to her feet, and she kicked them off. I admired her thick, dark bush, which peeked out between two full, luscious thighs. That would be fun to play with. Without a sound, he pushed her back on the bed, and I could hear the creak of the bedsprings as she slid up to the headboard, opening her legs to accommodate her son. He never left her tit.

“That’s it, baby.” Her voice was like honey dissolving in a cup of hot tea. “Let me nurse. Take all of it.”

Still wrapping my brain around the fact Mike and his mother were about to fuck, and that she was lactating, I noticed a familiar throbbing in my jeans. I took several deep breaths, still trying to control my panting. It wasn’t easy. Mike’s ass tensed, and I could tell he was entering his mother. She lifted herself to accommodate him.

“Yes…yes,” she said euphorically. “Push it inside.”

Familiar words struck a chord in my heart. And my loins. My cock twitched. The next thing I knew, Mike was fucking his mother, pumping between her open thighs. I drooled over his mom’s magnificent, matronly body, and Mike’s ass was amazing. Muscles tensed repeatedly as he pounded her, and that familiar slapping noise sounded in my ears. He remained silent as he serviced his mother, but she couldn’t help herself.

“That’s it, baby,” she encouraged her son. “Go deep and hit that spot for me.”

Mike was giving her a thorough fucking. Her big tits jiggled with each thrust of his lean body.  Watching this interlude, I silently thanked Mike for his willingness to share. I unbuttoned my jeans and slipped a hand inside my shorts. Mike’s mother reached back with both hands to grasp the headboard as his thrusts increased.

“Drain the other tit, baby,” she whimpered, her voice quaking with each thrust. Obediently, he released one breast and took the other. 

I started squeezing my cock, needing relief as well. I heeded Mike’s advice – slow, steady strokes.

“That’s it, son, that’s it,” she purred. “Keep hitting my spot and let’s come together.”

Mike released his mother’s nipple and I saw a trickle of milk escape down the side. Both of them started making the sounds approaching orgasm; grunting, animalistic sounds of raw lust. Mike threw his head back as his mother gripped the headboard tighter. The sensations in my own loins roiled as I watched this magnificent, incestuous interlude.

“Almost…almost there,” his mother yelped. Suddenly, she released the headboard and reached for her son’s nipples. “Give me your seed, sweet boy!” She tugged at them with no delicacy, like she was milking him. “Let’s come together!”

Goddammit, I felt my own climax approaching!

“Oh, fuck…oh, fuck!” He rasped as he responded to his mother’s touch. I could tell he was about to come. Then it happened.

Both of them started climaxing at once, their bodies shifting and thrusting against each other’s to maximize this very personal, extremely erotic encounter. I couldn’t help but come with them, muscles taut, as I silently trembled, clenching my teeth in silence as semen cascaded down the back of my hand and onto my balls. I held my breath as they, and I, slid down the crest of the wave. Mike writhed against his mother languidly before falling on top of her in a loving embrace. I squeezed out the last of my come, unable to take my eyes off Mike and his mother, but it wasn’t over. Mrs. Arden cooed into her son’s ear. I was barely able to make out the words.

“Finish off this tit. I need some more.”

Dutifully, Mike returned to her breast to complete the task, his cock still inside her, draining his mother dry. Never had I seen anything so sexy, and so kinky, and I wondered if I could get my own mother to lactate. I also realized Mike was holding out on me, and knew much more about sex than he let on!

No words were spoken as his mother got on her hands and knees on the bed, just like I had with Mike only an hour before. Mike assumed the position behind her, his still-slick cock gliding effortlessly into her wet pussy. Slapping noises commenced as he pounded her, grasping her hips, his head lifted. By now, I noticed a slick sheen of perspiration on his back and buttocks. I started stroking my aching rod again, but fought not to finish too soon, wanting to come with them yet again.

Mike’s incestuous onslaught resulted in both of them returning those familiar noises within seconds. I marveled at how huge her tits looked, dangling, her erect nipples brushing against the top cover of the bed. I stroked my cock according to their moans of passion. I was almost there when both their bodies started jerking, spasming while another salvo of orgasms hit them. Mike growled, his fingers digging into the soft yielding flesh of his mother, as he surrendered yet another load. His mother encouraged him.

“That’s it, baby,” she yelped. “Fill me with your seed. FILL ME!!!”

Her voice trailed off as they both concentrated on the sheer pleasure overwhelming them. On cue, I braced myself as my cock again erupted in my shorts, but I never stopped watching. As I was coming, Mike turned his head to look directly at my vantage point. He let out a broad, shit-eating grin before another spasm distracted him. What a show-off. I kept pumping my cock, squeezing out the last of the orgasm and secretly nodded back. What an experience, and he let me watch! 

At last, I closed my eyes for a moment, depleted. I heard Mike and his mother mumbling words of love and satisfaction, punctuated by heavy breathing. Goddamn, I say. God. Damn! I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes. The whole scene was so perverted, my orgasm was solid and intense. I didn’t mind filling my shorts with a load of come.

Damn, it felt so good, and fuck, it was so taboo! By the time my eyes opened, I noticed Mike’s mother on her feet, still totally nude. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, his wet, shiny cock at half-mast. I recalled what my mother said about not keeping a good man down. Of course, at that age, it was easy for both of us to come back time and time again. She disappeared to the right, I suspected into the bathroom. Mike hopped to his feet, disappearing from my view, as well. As I zipped my pants, he appeared, hovering over me. Still naked, he put his finger to his lips, then reached out to pull me to my feet. He whispered in my ear.

“How’s that?” he teased, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I didn’t speak, but nodded my head enthusiastically, eyes wide. He led me out of the closet. “We’ll talk later, but you gotta get out of here.” His warm breath caressed my ear as he spoke. Again, I nodded. He gently opened and closed the back door as I made my silent escape.          

Mike silently closed and latched the back door behind me. On my way out, I ghosted past the window of his mother’s bedroom. In the fading light, I could make out shadows rhythmically moving on the window shade as I grabbed my Schwinn. Damn! Are they back at it already? I carefully walked the creaky bike out to the road before straddling it and pumping away down the street. I still had enough daylight to get home before Mom got wise. Switching on my near-useless headlight, I darted down an alleyway. The come in my shorts had grown cold, but I didn’t mind. 

My brain buzzed and my cock still ached from visions of what I just witnessed. As I rested between bouts of furious pedaling, I rubbed my crotch and ass against the bicycle seat, creating a warm, pleasant sensation. The bulge in my jeans was clearly visible in the failing light, and I fought against rubbing it. Two strokes of my hand would’ve sent me over the edge into another sticky release, but not on my bicycle! Standing on my pedals and coasting, I turned down an unfamiliar street, into an adjoining residential area, with the hope of shaving a few minutes off my commute, but the best-laid plans of mice and men…

Huge, old-growth trees lined the sidewalks, their canopies blanketing the neighborhood underneath, absorbing what little sunlight remained. Huffing and grunting, I powered through the addition to the open area beyond. That’s when I spotted Mrs. Nelson. I didn’t see her, per se, but her vehicle. She had shown off her new, green Chevelle to everyone at school a few months ago.

Of course, many students and some faculty envisioned getting Mrs. Nelson in the back seat and to some degree of nudity. There was enough light for me to make out her hairdo. I stopped behind a massive tree trunk as her car rumbled past. Wow, was this her neighborhood? I had to find out, daylight be damned. Switching off my headlight, I trailed her for a couple of blocks until she turned down a side street. I nearly collided with a fireplug trying to keep up with her. 

At last, she pulled into the carport of a dark, low, ranch-style home. I slouched behind a station wagon parked on the curb across the street to spy on her. Perfunctorally, she exited her car, big bag in hand and lunchpail in the other. With a flash of her silky calves, I watched her ass wiggle into the darkness. A light briefly appeared as she opened and closed a door, entering the home.

Behind me, the porch light of the house switched on, and I heard the latch to the front door click, like someone was coming out. Quickly, I memorized Mrs. Nelson’s street address and slipped away down the street.  

“Hey, babe.” Mom greeted me from the kitchen as I came in the back door. “Where’ve you been?”

Ah, my loving mother, with her gentle meddling and genuine concern. I’ll always be a child to her.

“Shot some hoops with the guys,” I lied, giving her a quick kiss on the mouth. As our mouths pressed together, I reached around and gave her sweet, robe-covered rump a squeeze as she made herself a sandwich. “I’m gonna jump in the shower. I’m all sweaty.”

“Okay,” she said, distractedly. “Do you want a sandwich, too?”

“Yes, Mom. Thanks.” I disappeared down the hall into the bathroom.

I stripped naked and jumped into the shower, lathering up my cock and balls, washing away any remnants of dry, crusted come. For appearances, I also washed my ass and pits just for Mom.  She’d be sniffing me for that perfumed hint of Dial deodorant soap and, who knew, she may want some loving herself. Rinsing the soap out of my ass, I let my fingers roam a bit, remembering the sensation Mike had created with his urgent pounding. Pushing between my buttocks, I rubbed my middle finger against my anus, circling it gently. The sensation returned as I closed my eyes.

“Ohhh,” I exhaled from parted lips in the foggy mist of the shower. The sensation mounted as I fingered my asshole around the rim, not quite entering it. Goddamn, what is this? No matter, it feels great! With my free hand, I gripped my hardness, pulling the skin taut as I finally pushed the tip of my finger inside my tight anus.

God, it felt so very good. It was like I was pushing my cock out from behind! I had to stop at that point, not wanting Mom to get suspicious. My showers usually took only a few minutes, but now I had gone into extra innings. Still, I was fully erect and bobbing, needing release. I decided against returning to the living room naked and slipped on a pair of shorts. I had to point my cock up, against my belly, in a vain attempt to hide it.

When I returned...