Sometime later…

Spring break meant going home to our mothers. While others flocked to the beaches to get shitfaced and fuck themselves silly, Mike and I opted to drive the hour and a half from college to our homes where we would have a beer and fuck our mothers, and for free. We considered that a sweet deal. 

“No crowds, no fucking sand in our shorts, and no chance of VD,” Mike chuckled.

"And no need to wear a rubber since Mom's on the pill," I added.

“Yep,” Mike said. “Mine, too.  Isn’t science wonderful?”

Sharing a dorm room with Mike gave us plenty of time to explore and refine our relationship. We often managed to lure a third participant – either male or female – into our sex play. Despite this arrangement, we never failed to visit home every month or so to “take care of business.”

“Sylvia will be at our house when you get in, so just come over here,” Mom told me on the phone. They had been spending a lot of time together since that revelatory weekend, which now seemed so long ago. There was talk of them selling one of the homes and moving in together. In those days, nobody thought anything of two single women of a certain age sharing a home, especially if they had sons in college and worked for a living. It was good, old-fashioned thrifty behavior.

Only a few minutes passed after Mike and I arrived at my house before everyone was naked and sprawled out across the living room. We couldn’t even wait to get to the bedroom. It had been almost two months since we were all together last, and the need overwhelmed us.

While I mounted Mrs. Arden on a soft, shag rug, I watched as Mom lowered herself onto Mike’s hard shaft as he sat in the big, overstuffed easy chair. We all needed a quick fuck to take the edge off so we could think clearly.

Mrs. Arden drew my nipple into her mouth as I watched my mother fucking my best friend. I pumped away between Mrs. Arden’s smooth, massive thighs, all the while looking at my mother’s ass bouncing up and down on Mike’s cock. She cowgirled him, her back toward me, his hands gripping her hips as her tits bounced in his face. I marveled at her buttocks, expertly clenching and squeezing Mike’s shaft, intent on drawing out his load.

I gazed at the mirror mounted on the wall behind the easy chair. I could see Mom’s face and the tops of her heaving breasts. Her eyes were closed, but the next moment they opened, and she looked into the mirror, our eyes meeting.

I returned her gaze and smiled, knowing both of us were near climax. Her eyes had a dreamy, faraway look when her body was filled with cock. Now especially as we watched each other fuck.

Mom and I watched each other's faces for a few more moments, sex noises filling the air until she bit her lower lip and nodded slightly. It was time. Mrs. Arden switched from my left nipple to my right, sending fresh sparks of electricity down to my cock.

That’s all it took. The tingling sensation in my nipple spurred me to orgasm. The bucking and shuddering of my body triggered Mrs. Arden’s orgasm as she released my nipple. She kissed and nuzzled my chest, squeezing my butt cheeks as I filled her with my seed. During all of this, I never stopped looking into my mother’s eyes.

Mom and Mike came to a noisy conclusion as they both yelped, climaxing together. Mom thrashed her head about, breasts jouncing, as Mike’s body convulsed beneath her.

As my best friend and I lounged naked in the living room, letting our cocks dry in the cool air, Mom and Mrs. Arden slipped on robes and disappeared into the kitchen. Before long, the aroma of food cooking wafted through the house.

“So what’s the plan?” Mike asked as we all sat together, eating at the kitchen table. “Who’s selling their house?” 

We had all discussed this previously since our mothers wanted to make sure there were no surprises or hurt feelings among us. We all agreed that selling either house and our mothers moving in together would be a good plan.

“I’m moving in with Phyllis.” Mrs. Arden laid her fork down, chewing her food. “By summertime, we should be living together.”

“This house is larger, obviously,” Mom said, “with more bedrooms and more space for when you guys come visit us.”

“Sounds good,” I said, nodding at my best friend.

“And you guys will always have a place to come home to.” Mrs. Arden took another bite of food, her robe slipping open just enough to reveal a glimpse of a huge areola.

“And I’m starting to lactate,” Mom said. No one was surprised, since we’d all been thinking of inducing lactation in my mother since day one.

“Yeah, with us nursing each other regularly, some herbs and supplements, and…” Mrs. Arden slipped her hand underneath the fold of Mom’s robe to tug playfully on her nipple. “….that expensive breast pump, we’re making progress.”

Mom blushed, biting her lower lip from Mrs. Arden’s touch. A drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip. 

"See?" Mrs. Arden squeezed Mom's nipple again. A few drops of cloudy fluid trickled out.  Mom gasped and panted. Obviously, she was ready to nurse and to fuck again. It never got old.

“Mmmm,” Mrs. Arden licked the tip of her index finger, “and you guys will have all week to help us.”

Mike laughed, looking at them, then at me. 

“Holy cow, Mom, if we get Mrs. Busby lactating like you, we’ll have to open a dairy!”  

“Not a bad idea, son.” 

Summertime. 

Mike and I completed our freshman year at college and, wanting to relax and spend some time with our mothers, took the summer off. August would come soon enough, and it would be back to the educational grind. During one of our long-distance phone conversations, Mom hinted that she and Mrs. Arden were thinking of establishing a side business.         

“Okay, as if the law office didn’t keep you busy enough,” I said. “What kind of business?”

“Oh,” she said mysteriously, “you’ll find out when you get home.”

“Come on, Mom, tell me!” I insisted. “What’s with all the secrecy?”

“You’ll just have to wait, son.” She changed the topic to my grades that semester.

“You damn well better improve those geometry scores, or else,” she warned, ever the doting mother.

“You know they’re fine, Mom,” I replied. “Stop using subterfuge.”

As much as I pestered her, she wouldn’t divulge a word. Mike had no luck getting information from his mom, either. 

Once home, and after the obligatory fuck-a-thon to cool our pent-up passion, we sat around the kitchen table, passing around a pack of Oreos, with tall, cold glasses of mother’s milk for all.

“Okay, I’m about to scream,” Mike said. “What’s the big secret?”

“Well…” Mrs. Arden paused, blushing furiously. “Phyllis?”

Mom took the lead.

“Okay, here goes.” She licked her lips, hesitant to continue, but she did. “We were producing so much milk,” her voice quivered nervously, “we didn’t know what to do.” Mom looked down at her glass, dunking an Oreo up and down with a trembling hand until the cookie was at the right consistency. Not too crunchy and not too soggy. She popped it into her mouth.

“You guys weren’t around to help, and we could only drink so much,” Mrs. Arden added. 

Another pregnant pause as she tapped her long fingernail on the tabletop. It was like a dam about to burst.

“And?” I asked.

“We were surprised at how many boys venturing out into the world, going to college or not, missed their mothers,” Mom smirked, blushing as much as Mrs. Arden. “And amazed at how easy it was to get them to help.”

“Whaaa?” Gaping at my mother, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Mom!” Mike said, his mouth also open. I could see a black spot of Oreo goo stuck between his teeth. “Do you mean?”

“I hope you and Billy aren't angry with us," his mother said. Mom looked back and forth at us, her eyes searching for approval.

Mike and I stared at each other, incredulous, unable to find the proper words.

“Of course, we’re very organized, and professional,” Mom’s voice quivered. There was no doubt her nerves were up, divulging this naughty secret. “And we do charge them for…” she studied the tiny face of the lady’s Timex on her wrist. “…our time together.”

“Oh, my God!” I said, looking at both of them. Mike was smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “You’re milkmaids for hire now?”

“God. DAMN!” my best friend exclaimed. He couldn’t stop grinning.

“Don’t hate us, honey,” Mrs. Arden said, looking at me, then her son. “We just love producing milk, but it has to go somewhere.”

“Fuck, Mom,” Mike blurted out. “That’s hot as hell!” He took her hand and squeezed it. Mrs. Arden exhaled, relieved by her son’s acceptance. I reached out to rub my mother’s shoulder, also intent on letting her know everything was okay.

“Damn right, it is,” I added.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mom giggled, giddy that she no longer had to keep that particular secret. “I don’t know how we arrived at this!”

“Oh, come on, Phyllis,” Mrs. Arden furrowed her brow. Her tone was now somewhat mocking.  “You know how it started.”

Mom smiled a little. “Okay, okay…” She dunked another Oreo several times, then popped it into her mouth, chewing. “That one kid who couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs.”

“Because you had your entire blouse open,” Mrs. Arden said. “Goddamn, the way you presented them, his mouth was watering like a dog in a butcher shop.”

“Poor guy was so worked up, he about chewed off my tit!”

“Who’s this?” I asked.

“I’m not sure if you noticed how nice the yard looks, and how there’s been some touch-ups on the wood trim outside.” Mom sipped her milk.

“And the trees have been pruned,” Mrs. Arden added. “The fence in the back mended.”

“We don’t always ask for cash,” Mom licked a drop of milk from the edge of her glass. “We started out in trade. Young guys like yourselves don’t always have leisure funds.”

“What your mother is trying to say is that we started with the lawn boy.” As she leaned back in her chair, Mrs. Arden’s robe slipped open, revealing both of her big, heavy breasts. 

“A college kid working his way through school,” Mom said. “We let him use the shower after he was done with the lawn.”

“He was late for class.”

“Next thing I knew, his mouth was latched onto my tit!”

"There was a little more than that if I recall."

“Well, yeah.” Mom squirmed, again looking down, this time at the tablecloth. Mrs. Arden continued.

“You had the kid going from the moment he arrived.”

“I was missing my boy.” Mom’s face was the reddest I’d ever seen. “Dammit, I just needed to nurse him, and then we ended up fucking.”

“I think we both closed our eyes and thought of you,” Mrs. Arden looked at her son, then me.

“Both of you?” Mike asked.

Again, silence as our mothers’ gazes bore into the tabletop.

“We even helped him in the shower,” Mom said, smirking. “The hungry guy drained us both and was late for class.”

“And we drained him, as well.” Mrs. Arden giggled with glee.

“Might as well lay it all out,” Mom said, finishing her milk. I noticed her robe had fallen open as well, revealing her lush, motherly breasts.

“It’s a cottage industry, very carefully controlled.” Mrs. Arden sounded like she was at the bank, applying for a small business loan.

“The janitor at work is now sidelining as our…” Mom looked over to her business partner.  “What would it be, Sylvia…bouncer?”

“Well, certainly not our pimp.” Mrs. Arden replied.

Another word I didn’t think I’d ever hear from either of our moms.

“Well, guardian will suffice.” Mom pulled her robe shut, tying the sash.

“Word of mouth is how we get new...” Mrs. Arden paused, searching for the right word.  “…clients.”

“We had to establish some ground rules after a couple of unpleasant experiences,” Mom said. I interjected.

“What? Did someone hurt you or Mrs. Arden?”

“Yeah, I’ll fucking kill them!” Mike raised his voice.

“No, no, no!” Mom said. “Nothing like that.” Her thumb rubbed back and forth along the edge of her empty glass. “Some little son of a bitch ran out without paying.”

“Aside from the janitor…”

“His name is Mose,” Mom interjected. Mrs. Arden continued.

“Okay, aside from Mose, we only cater to young guys.”

“Age of consent, of course.”

“I get the impression most men your age had some fun with their mothers.”

“They whimper like babies once they get a mouth full of tit.”

“Yeah,” Mrs. Arden had a devious smile on her full, red lips. “I nurse them and jack them off, and sometime…”

Mom said nothing, only laughed. Mrs. Arden pointed a finger at my mother, mouth open.

“Hey, you’ve spent some time on your back, too. You’ve done more than give a few hand jobs.”

“Shhh, quiet!” Mom covered her face with her hand. “Our children are going to hate us for being such sluts!”

“Cat’s out of the bag now,” Mike smiled. He didn’t seem to mind, and neither did I.

“Do they come here?” I asked them. “Will we need to step out when you have an appointment?”  I couldn’t believe I was asking this of our mothers.

“Oh, no…no,” Mrs. Arden replied. “That’s something else we quickly took care of, especially after those damned frat boys showed up at our front door at two in the morning, tanked to the gills.”

“Obviously, we can’t afford any more of that nonsense,” Mom said.

“We don’t need to arouse the neighbors’ suspicions.”

“Mose found us a tiny little apartment for cheap.”

“You’re renting a place for this?” Mike asked.

“Well, he owns the building…”

Epilogue 

How does one fall in love with one's mother? I mean, I've always loved Mom, but as a son should, with his heart and mind, but then I entered a new dimension in our relationship. Over a very short, mind-boggling period, I went from innocently fooling around with my best friend to participating in a full-blown incest orgy with him, his mother, and Mom. 

It would be an insult to Mike to call him a friend with benefits. He's so much more. He and I have a loving bond that will always endure. I also love and cherish his mother, Mrs. Arden.  With her big tits and matter-of-fact demeanor, she never fails to make me laugh, set me back on course, or coax a load from my cock. As for my incredible mother, I love her with all my being.  Sex is merely the salve that soothes our existential rough edges. Am I a mama's boy?  Goddamn right.

College proceeded for Mike and me until we both graduated. By then, the draft had been suspended, so no fear of being sent off into the jungle for a pointless conflict. Under the threat of our mothers' stern warnings, we worked hard and maintained good grades, and both of us graduated with honors.

Mike lives with his wife in a nearby town, working as an administrator for the county. Still single, I started my own consulting firm, my office only a few miles from the house I grew up in.  When not giving advice to others on construction projects, I build things or, more accurately, design things to be built. Mike and I both make a decent living and, on the odd occasion, still manage a rendezvous with each other. When the stars align, and our busy schedules allow, we all come together, pun intended, for a reunion.

Ah, the sweet distractions of life that make it all worthwhile.

Mom and Mrs. Arden enjoyed their private enterprise for several years. With Mose, a man we never met, things went quite well. With the addition of their day jobs, they managed to save enough to retire before age fifty. They still live in Mom's house. 

Mrs. Arden paints abstracts, occasionally selling them at local exhibits. She’s put on a few pounds and, my god, is as sexy as ever. Mom loves gardening, and always has a deep tan when I see her, except for the areas covered by her clothes.

“You should take up nude gardening,” I teased her.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mom blushed. “What would the neighbors say?”

“Where’s Mrs. Arden?”

“She’s out back on the patio, working on some huge canvas.”

Hand in hand, we walked to the back of the house, peering through the sliding glass doors to the covered patio. At that time of day, the sun illuminated the area, making it perfect for semi-protected activity. Mrs. Arden, on her knees, wasn’t painting at the moment.

“Oh, my!” Mom giggled, not knowing Mike had snuck in through the back gate. He was splayed out in one of the lawn chairs, legs apart, pants around his ankles.

We watched his face, eyes closed, blissfully lost in pleasure and his mother’s head bobbed up and down.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I said, putting my arm around my mother’s waist. Mom returned the gesture, pulling me against her supple body.

“Shall we retire to the bedroom, son?”

“Yes, Mom.”