Mom was shorter than Patty, but at five-eight was still tall, and her breasts and hips were fuller and rounder than her daughters. I immediately moved a hand to her breast, surprised at how it overflowed from my fingers as I explored.
They weren’t quite as firm as Patty’s but my hands loved the velvety feel of her round orbs and as my lips latched onto one erect nipple, my hand massaged, almost milked, her other breast.
Mom was purring like a cat while I sucked first one, then another, finally complaining, “You haven’t changed a bit.”
“What,” I mumbled through an engorged nipple.
“When you were a baby, oh God, you suckled so ferociously, always wanting to get the last drop.”
“I did? How long did I breastfeed?”
“Two years,” she sighed, remembering.
“Two years!….Did you like it when I sucked you mommy?”
“I like it better now,…ohhhhh,” she groaned as I pulled her teat with my teeth, stretching her even as my tongue licked its sensitive tip.
Her fingers had now found me, and forming a warm tube, she locked them around my shaft and then over the ridge and onto my sensitive cockhead.
“Mommmmy,” I cried as she pumped me, and the struggled to free myself, wanting urgently now to be in her.
“Yes baby,” she gasped as I pushed it into her sheathe, the same sheathe that had expelled me out into the world eighteen years ago. As I filled her, as I thrust repeatedly into her welcoming channel, I had an almost maniacal feeling overcome me, a desire for my boiling sperm to impregnate her.
“Oh Mommmmy,” I screamed as my boiling cum rushed up my shaft into the womb of the woman who had carried me for nine months. Her hips arched upward, meeting, welcoming every spurting stream of my seed.
“Baby, Oh baby,” she murmured when we fell apart spent, our juices joined, oozing from her distended pink gash, dripping from my trembling, semi-soft prick.
Sliding down my sweating body she took it easily between her lips, licking upwards from the base as it grew longer, quickly filling to its full majestic length.
“Mommy!” I gasped as she swallowed me whole. I couldn’t believe she’d done it; Patty struggled to get half of me inside her mouth. My hands slipped to her head, guiding her, holding her, pumping her as her tongue and lips bathed me, insistent, until finally, throbbing, I flooded outward.
…Patty walked in on us on Sunday afternoon, Mom on all fours on the rug while I was fucking her doggie style. She stood in front of us as she undressed, stripping silently as she watched my hips thrust my cock again and again into my moaning Mother.
“Patty,” Mom finally gasped after her cunt had drawn the last drop from me, “so tell us, how was your weekend…”
Night after night, day after day the three of us made love. July quickly turned into August and then one day in mid August Patty asked, “Who would you like to have sex with next anyway Jimmy?”
“But I’ve got you two,” I protested.
“What about the Ling girl, she was a real sweetie,” Mom suggested. “Do you see her when you do their lawn?”
“She’s been in Hong Kong, she’s only getting back next week,” I told them.