The Final Chapter – Come Together

With breaded pork chops staying warm in the oven, Sylvia placed the fresh, hot dinner rolls in the aluminum bun warmer, fitting the lid on top. Creamed corn, made fresh and not from the can, was already on the kitchen table in a covered ceramic dish.

Per his mother's instructions, Neil helped clean up after the meal prep, washing the bowls and utensils, drying them, and placing them away. Now he lounged in the living room, watching television in his favorite spot.

Sylvia glanced at the wall clock and muttered to herself. “Everything’s in order.” She couldn’t understand why she was so nervous. Oh, fuck it, yes she could. Her mind had hatched this perverted plot to get her son between her best friend’s thighs. Once this was accomplished, she would join in and everyone would get what they needed, and what she and Bobbie had missed out on for so many tortuous years. The fact that Bobbie would even entertain the idea made it all the more exciting. 

Lesbian sex, then incest, and now getting my son to fuck my best friend and lover. How many taboos can we shatter?

“Mom, settle down and come sit with me,” Neil called from the living room. “I’m sure we’ll hear the doorbell when Bobbie gets here.”

Sylvia slapped her thighs nervously, looking around the kitchen before untying her apron and putting it away. Reluctantly, she exited the kitchen and joined her son, sitting with him hip-to-hip.

“That’s better.” Her son slid his arm around her waist, pulling her against him.

She smiled, looking over to Neil, his face still directed toward the TV. Her eyes wandered to a familiar spot, his snug shorts.

God, that boy’s still sporting a bulge, even flaccid. God, I want to touch, but no.

"So you're going to give Bobbie a show anyway, son?" She squeezed his bare thigh. "What did I tell you about this?" Despite her words, she wanted to pull his shorts off and give him a blowjob on the spot.

“Oh, come on, Mom,” he looked at her, brow furrowing. “This is a lot more chaste than my usual getup.” He moved in and pressed his lips against hers. Sylvia returned the kiss as their tongues rubbed together for a second. He whispered against her face. “You’re just wanting to see it again.”

Sylvia snorted. “Goddamn right about that.” With her hand still squeezing his thigh, she had to concentrate not to slide her fingertips underneath his shorts. She closed her eyes, head resting against her son’s. “See it, touch it, suck it and feel it inside my body.”

Neil kissed her cheek. “What would Bobbie think of us fucking?” Another kiss, this time on the neck. Sylvia exhaled, luxuriating in the touch of her son’s lips and hot breath. “And sucking.”  More kisses on bare skin as she fought to keep from panting with lust. His hand rubbed her breast and she swatted it away. “And all kinds of perverted things.”

“Jesus, son,” she wriggled nervously as desire pulsed through her body. “Is that any way to speak to your mother?”

Damn, my boy’s speaking to me like an adult. But he IS all grown up now. I keep forgetting.  God, I need to get myself together. I’m so wet and horny.

Just when Sylvia was about to lose control, the doorbell rang. She jumped.      

“Company’s here!” Neil said facetiously, grinning from ear to ear while his flustered mother stood up and smoothed her skirt against her thighs. Sylvia could see his cock had become fully erect.

“Cool yourself down,” she admonished him, shaking her finger at his jutting tentpole. “And hide that damn thing before I let Bobbie in!”           

Goddammit!

“I’ll try, Mom.” He kept on grinning. “God, your face is so red!” 

“Oh! You’re such a bad boy!” She tugged at the short sleeves of her house dress, brightly flowered and demure. “How do I look?”

Neil arched his eyebrow, head tilting. “Like I could get you out of that dress and on your back in ten seconds flat.”

“Dammit, I’m serious!”

“Okay, okay, Mom. Seriously, you look great. Relax!” 

With a huff, Sylvia walked to the front door. Grabbing the doorknob, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath.

Come on, girl. Steady breathing. Steady, now.

Looking through the peephole, she twisted the knob, pulling the door open to reveal Bobbie’s smiling face.

Here we go, ready or not!

“Hello, dear!” her friend said, eyes sparkling. Bobbie held a round Tupperware container.  Inside it was something that looked like a chocolate cake.

Before Sylvia could respond, she noticed Bobbie's attire. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open as she let out a gasp.

Oh, my god!

Sylvia had never seen her friend dress like this. Bobbie was clad in a snug, revealing white blouse that let all of her bounty spill out in a most revealing and flattering way. She could see the outline of her bra underneath. Erect nipples poked out at the tip of each succulent mound, surrounded by a hint of wide areola. Bobbie had a short, black skirt that ended above her knees, only partially concealing her full, lush thighs. The only thing demure about her was a pair of low-heeled, sensible shoes. Still, a glint of shiny leather made the ensemble even more naughty.

“I…I…” Sylvia’s words abandoned her as Bobbie’s face drew near.

“Just a meal, love,” Bobbie whispered in her ear, eyes laughing, giving her a peck on the cheek.

Sylvia paused a moment before reaching out to embrace her friend.

“Ohhh, sweetheart,” was all she could say as their breasts pressed together. The heat from Bobbie’s body, plus her subtle perfume, only enflamed Sylvia more.

“Let me put this cake down somewhere and we can continue this.”

“Oh!” Sylvia pulled back, shaking. “What am I thinking?” She was so aroused and nervous, she practically tripped over her own feet.

“Careful, my love.” Bobbie steadied her friend as she closed the door behind them. Sylvia regained her balance and they both walked, hand in hand, to the kitchen.

“Bobbie’s here!” Sylvia called out, her voice pitched a bit higher than usual.

Neil appeared behind them as Bobbie placed the Tupperware container on the kitchen counter.  Sylvia turned, her eyes immediately glancing down to her son’s crotch. His erection had mostly subsided, much to her relief. Bobbie turned to greet the boy.

“Neil!” She let out another magnificent smile.

“Hello again, Bobbie,” he returned the smile, then paused. He couldn’t help but gawk, giving her the once-over as she approached him. 

“Hello, honey,” Bobbie opened her arms.

Neil snapped out of his momentary trance to embrace her. Sylvia watched, brain buzzing a mile a minute, as Bobbie gave him a good, firm, full-body embrace. To his delight, Neil’s face ended up between her breasts, lingering there for a second longer than Sylvia thought proper.

God, this is so fucked up, but I’m so hot right now.

“Oh, my god!” Bobbie touched his face, her other hand squeezing his shoulder. “The last time I saw you, you were just a little boy, but now you’re all grown up!”

“Sixteen now!” Sylvia looked into her son’s eyes.

And ready to fuck.

“I’m glad you could pay us a visit,” Neil said, putting on his most adult voice. “It’s been way too long.”

"I agree." Bobbie couldn't stop touching the boy but finally forced herself to pull away. "I don't know where the time went."

“Son, let’s bring out the food. You get the dinner rolls.” Sylvia slipped on a pair of oven mitts and retrieved the pork chops from the oven while Neil brought the bun warmer.

“Grab a chair, honey,” Sylvia instructed. Sliding the aluminum container on the table, Neil pulled a chair out for their guest.

“What a gentleman.” Bobbie smiled at the boy as her sweet, ample rump slid against the padded seat.

“Yes, ma’am.” Neil didn’t waste a chance to touch her lush, round hips as he pretended to help her with the chair, something that didn’t escape his mother’s attention.

Damn, my boy’s such a dog.

She couldn’t help but smirk.

But aren’t all men?

“Mmmm, all of this smells so good,” Bobbie said, Neil standing only inches behind her. His eyes couldn’t help but gaze down into the deep valley of inviting cleavage only inches from his face.

“Thank you, love.” Sylvia placed the serving dish containing the pork chops on the table. “What would you like to drink?”

“What do you have? I’m not particular.”

With everyone seated, they passed around the frosty glass pitcher of lemon iced tea.

“Just grab what you want,” Sylvia giggled. “We’re barbarians here.”

“I like that.” Bobbie glanced over to Neil, who couldn’t stop ogling her breasts.

“Uh, yeah!” Neil, again, snapped himself back into the moment.

Bobbie’s tits jiggled as she cut into the pork chop. Both Sylvia and her son savored the view.

“Mmmm,” Bobbie chewed slowly as all eyes played over her breasts and face. “Perfect!”

The remainder of the meal proceeded straightforwardly, but the superficial banter left Sylvia wanting more. She wished all of them could relax and discuss something other than the weather, Neil's college plans, or the price of coffee. Of course, his presence prevented any intimate talk between the women. Bobbie’s demeanor remained warm and inviting, but nothing else. Of course, her attire said something more.

As Sylvia placed the last bite of food in her mouth, her eyes rose to meet Neil’s. Instantly, she turned to Bobbie, and their eyes also met. A warm sensation enveloped her stomach.

Can it be true or am I going crazy? I’m getting signals from both of them!

She remained silent for a moment, chewing her pork chop, and smiling at her best friend and lover.  Then she turned to smile at her son and lover.

God, can we all just get naked now and have some real fun? So many taboos I want to break today.

Sylvia broke the silence. “How about we get comfy in the living room?”

“I’m game,” Bobbie said as Neil stood, eager to help her stand. It was a silly and clumsy gesture as he pulled back the chair and Bobbie stood, but both of them enjoyed it immensely.

“Let me help put the food away,” Bobbie said.

“No, I…”

“Oh, come on, honey.” Without thinking, Bobbie swatted her friend on the butt, making her jump slightly. Bobbie grinned to herself, shaking her head.

Careful, Bobbie girl. That boy looks primed for action, but does he know I’m fucking his mother?

“Oh, okay,” Sylvia blushed furiously, her pussy again throbbing with need. “Just the bare minimum. I’ll take care of the dishes later.”

“If you insist.”

Neil disappeared into the living room. A few minutes later, Bobbie and Sylvia joined him. Much to his surprise, and to his mother’s perverse delight, her friend plopped down on the sofa right next to Neil.

“Do you mind, honey?” The look on her face was priceless as she gazed into his eyes.

“Uh…n-no, Bobbie.” The poor kid was both taken aback and aroused by the closeness of her warm, buxom body. He couldn’t help but steal another lingering glance at her tits. 

“We should do this more often,” Bobbie smiled, her arm slipping around Neil’s shoulder. For an instant, Neil closed his eyes in ecstasy as her body pressed against his. “Next time, you two come to my house.” Her hand squeezed his shoulder as her head leaned against his. “I love to cook. We’ll have a feast!”

Sylvia watched passively, eyes wide, as her best friend seduced her son. Trying not to look like a deer in the headlights, she finally stammered out a response.

“Y-yes, honey. We'd love that!" Again she glanced down at Neil's shorts and, no surprise, he was fully erect.

Oh, my god!

“Yeah!”  Neil managed to add, luxuriating in Bobbie’s attention. He was practically nuzzling her luscious breasts, no longer trying to conceal his admiration for them, much to her delight.

Sylvia’s mind buzzed, trying to figure out the best way to steer the conversation. She wanted to fuck so bad she was about to jump out of her skin. When was Bobbie going to cast her eyes down and behold his full glory? What then? Neil rescued her by opening his mouth.

“So how did that legal case turn out?” He turned his face toward Bobbie, his nose only an inch from her cheek. 

Both the women paused, looking at each other in silence.

“The legal case,” Neil pressed on, now turning to look at his mother. “That tough one you spent last weekend working on?”  

“Oh, that!”  Sylvia lit up, remembering the lie. So much had transpired in recent days, the past weekend seemed years ago. “Well…” She paused again, trying to get their hastily made-up story straight in her mind. “We…”

"No sweat," Bobbie interrupted. Another rescued moment. "It was a slam dunk." She smiled at Sylvia.

“Oh, nice.” Neil’s voice had changed somewhat. He sounded bemused by her response. He’d adjusted to the initial shock of Bobbie’s amorous behavior and, while still aroused, now he had something else on his mind. “It must’ve been exhausting.” 

Sylvia thought she heard a hint of sarcasm. “It was.” She hated lying to her son, and she wanted so much to confess to him what they’d been really doing. “But it was worth it.”

Neil nodded his head, a mischievous look crossing his face. “Yeah, Mom, it must’ve been really tough. I never mentioned it, but when you came home Saturday, your blouse was inside out.”

Sylvia felt her heart leap and Bobbie’s eyes were like saucers. Neither one of them could find the words to respond.

Shit, that’s why he was sniffing me over and interrogating me when I got home! He was probably on to us from the start!

With Bobbie looking at her, still speechless, Sylvia finally spoke.

“Well, I was trying on some clothes Bobbie was going to throw out.”

Oh, Sylvia, damn you and your lies.

"Oh.  Okay." Neil couldn't help but grin. He knew he was being lied to and was making the most of it. "You and Bobbie wear the same size clothes?"

“Well, uh…” Sylvia felt sweat beading on her forehead. She noticed Bobbie gazing at her son’s erection. It was all too much. “Excuse me.” She quickly rose to her feet and escaped to the bathroom, where she closed the door, locking it behind her. Her mind raced like never before.

Oh, god. I have to stop lying to my boy. He knows something’s going on!

She slipped her skirt and panties down her legs and perched on the toilet. As she urinated, Sylvia mentally grabbed at any story, any scenario she could think of to free her and Bobbie from the web of lies. She plucked a small wad of toilet paper from the roll and reached underneath to wipe herself. As her fingers rubbed against her pussy, she gasped with frustration.

No…no…I can’t. Not now! Oh, fuck.

Surrendering to need, her fingers blurred against her wetness, rubbing her hard, erect clit without mercy. Images of Bobbie and her son coupling in numerous positions flashed through her brain until she bucked against the toilet seat, biting her lower lip, trying to keep from moaning and thrashing as the orgasm hit.

Oh god, I need to fuck. God, please, I need sex…now! Forgive me for being such a slut and a horrible mother.

 Sylvia washed her hands, did a quick self-check in the bathroom mirror, and returned to the living room.

What she saw next almost made her knees buckle.

Oh, sweet Jesus!

There was her son and her best friend in flagrante delicto. Bobbie’s blouse was fully open and pulled aside, dropping off her shoulders. A loose bra strap curled around her elbow, allowing one of her ample breasts free. 

With his upper body reclining across Bobbie’s lap, Neil hungrily fed on her tit, his mouth working overtime as he luxuriated in her huge, erect nipple. As she nursed the young man, Bobbie rubbed his erection through his shorts, her eyes closed, lost in pleasure. 

Everything was happening so fast, but Sylvia had to admit, that’s what she wanted. In less than a minute, she stripped down to her birthday suit, tossing her clothes on the easy chair. As she approached the two, Bobbie opened her eyes and let out a big grin.

“Come join us,” she said.

Still feeding on Bobbie’s breast, Neil opened his eyes and nodded slightly.

Totally nude, Sylvia knelt on the carpet, next to the sofa. Bobbie slipped the other strap off her shoulder, pulling the bra down to set her other breast free. The next moment, Sylvia leaned over her reclining son and joined him in sucking Bobbie’s tits.

“Ohhhh!!!” Bobbie exhaled, her voice quivering as she felt two mouths contentedly sucking on her thick buds. "Goddamn, this feels so good!" She kissed Neil's cheek, then turned to kiss the top of Sylvia's head.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now, huh?”

Sylvia moaned, possessed by desire and overjoyed all three of them had finally surrendered to what they wanted and needed so much.

After a few minutes of silence, except for the sound of hungry mouths feeding, Bobbie whispered to her friend.

“Honey, pull down his shorts.”        

Obediently, Sylvia released the breast and sat back, bare-assed, on her heels. Neil was still lost in blissful feeding while she grasped the elastic waistband and pulled the garment down his thighs. Immediately, his cock bobbed free. Both women gazed at his beautifully curved, erect tool, then at each other.

“Suck it,” Bobbie said. “I want to watch.”

Nodding, Sylvia grasped the base of her son’s cock and placed her lips around his glistening, purple helmet. Saliva dribbled down his shaft as she licked all around, making him squirm and moan into Bobbie’s tit. The next moment, Sylvia formed a tight lock around Neil’s rod, her head undulating, bobbing faster and faster, taking more and more of her son into her mouth until she enveloped it. Neil writhed in response but remained still enough so she could do her work.

"Yes, love, that's it," Bobbie growled with hungry eyes. "Blow your kid."

Sylvia pressed her nose against his thick pubic hair, feeling his helmet tickling the back of her throat, then pulled all the way up, almost releasing the tip, then plunged back down to the base again. Bobbie put her hand on the back of Sylvia’s head as slurping...