Chapter 51 - MATING WITH MOMMY

The highway -- one so familiar that I could have navigated it in my sleep -- was surprisingly empty for a Friday afternoon. It was pure chance that the roads were clear, and it made it a painless trip for Cleo - my older sister - to pick up both her son and mine from university. By sheer luck, both of our boys had been accepted to the same school, which was less than an hour away.

With no younger siblings behind them, their transition into college life had pushed both of us into a strange and uncomfortable middle ground where we weren't quite empty-nesters, but were very close to it.

With their graduation looming, shades of gray were threatening to become something black and white. The boys had just finished their senior year, and Cleo and I had elected to use the brief window between their final exam and their graduation ceremony to invite them to spend a weekend relaxing at the cottage with us.

Cleo gripped the steering wheel of her minivan with white knuckles, refusing to take her eyes off the road. "You stopped taking your birth control, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, for the one millionth time: I stopped taking the pills."

"Okay, okay, fine. How much longer until we pick the boys up at their dorm?"

I checked the navigation app on my phone. "Fifteen or so. Do you want to go over the plan again? That'll calm you down."

Cleo scrunched her nose in annoyance. "I am calm!"

That made me laugh. "She said violently!"

We turned off the highway, leaving mere minutes until we would get to wrap our arms around our boys. I turned down the radio so she could focus on me before our passengers got onboard.

I lifted the armrest and turned to face my sister. "Plan A-- we don't totally panic about our twenty-year-old boys growing up and leaving the nest."

Cleo rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha, smartass. I think we already failed that part."

"Correct! Which brings us to plan B-- let those same boys get us pregnant so we can be mommies all over again! Any questions?"

Her leg bounced anxiously -- a key sign that she was over-processing. "Are you sure they're going to believe that we both had a random birth control failure in the same month. Again?"

"I don't see why they wouldn't. They believed it last time, didn't they?"

Growing up as kids, we had always talked how much fun it would be to have boys that were the same age. Once we had gotten married, we had concocted a plan to trick our hubbies. They had fallen for it, and still to that day believed that their sons had been conceived by accident.

Working off of that precedent gave me and Cleo the confidence that we could pull it off a second time, so we had invented a plan to make it happen. The first step had been to convince our sons to join us at the cottage for a weekend. A sun-soaked celebration of their impending milestone seemed a convincing excuse, and we had specifically chosen a date where we knew that our husbands were too busy with work to accompany us.

Cleo and I shared everything with each other. Growing up, we had been each other's closest confidant, and that bond had grown even stronger when we'd both given birth. One of my confessions that I could never share with another soul was of the love I felt for Tom once he turned eighteen.

I'd wrestled with those feelings for years before revealing them to the one person I knew would never judge me. To my bewilderment, Cleo admitted that she felt the same wicked, unmotherly love for Luke. We had nobody else to vent to but each other.

Cleo chewed the inside of her cheek. "What if Luke doesn't want to fuck me?" It was a question wholly unbecoming of a mother.

"Why wouldn't he want to fuck you?" I asked.

Cleo shook her head in disbelief. "Because I'm his mother!"

She had a good point, but I waved her off and slumped back into my seat. "Oh, please. You and I both know what horribly horny monsters we raised. They're going to be kissing our feet just to get a taste of our mommy pussies."

She softened her rigid posture. "I'm sorry, Deb. I'm just a little wound up. Letting Luke spying on me while I was changing was one thing. This is something else entirely."

Cleo was referring to the trial run we had implemented a few weeks prior to our summer vacation. It'd been her idea to "accidentally" let them catch us changing, hoping to get a clue as to whether or not they would be receptive to our adulterous plans. It had been a test, and when the boys had passed, we'd known the wheels were in motion.

I played dumb just to annoy her a little bit more. "Do you think he liked what he saw?"

She chortled. "Um, duh, I think so! For two weeks straight he couldn't even look at me without blushing."

"That's why we did it: to test them. If they hadn't passed, we wouldn't be going all the way to the cottage to let them knock us up, would we?"

My sister puffed up her chest with a deep breath. "No, you're right. I know you're right."

"Remember: they're horny young men. I think it's going to be easier than either of us could have imagined."

A few minutes later, we pulled up to the university dorm. The sidewalks were usually full of students walking to class, but with the semester coming to a close, there were scant few left who hadn't gone home or otherwise moved on.

The boys were sitting together on the curb with their backpacks -- both of which appeared to be stuffed to the brim -- on the ground beside them. The boys shared very few features, but had acted as though they were twins from a very early age.

Tom was taller than Luke, but the latter made up for it with a particularly muscular build. My son's shaggy, strawberry-blond hair fell just above his eyes unless he'd intentionally swept it off of his forehead. That day, it was held in place with a touch of putty, providing a stark contrast to the buzz-cut of his black-haired cousin.

The excitement in the car was palpable, tempered only by the solemn expression on Tom's face when I leapt out of the car to hug him. After a bear-hug that lasted nearly ten full seconds, I pulled away to find him still sulking.

I pried for information. "Honey, what's wrong?"

"My girlfriend just broke up with me, like, a couple of hours ago," he lamented sadly.

I could not hide the surprise on my face, and tried to ensure that my tone did not reveal my excitement. "I didn't even know you were seeing someone."

Tom sighed. "I was... and then, I wasn't. Then, I was. Then--"

"I think they get it, bro," Luke chimed in, cutting his cousin's mopey rambling short.

Cleo sighed gloomily and walked over to offer Tom a consolation hug. "I'm so sorry, sugar. What happened?"

Luke snickered. "Word on the street is that somebody asked for a threesome."

Tom socked him in the shoulder. "Shut up, man!"

I did not want their bickering to ruin the weekend, so I stepped in to calm my son before he started seeing red. "Well, you don't have to worry about her right now. After this weekend, you won't think about her ever again!"

The boys looked at each other quizzically.

"Uh, why not?" Tom asked.

They were not ready for the revelation just then, so I scrambled to offer anything other than the truth. "Well, er-- we're going to have so much fun that you won't care about some silly little bitch who broke your heart!"

Luke chortled. "Damn, Auntie Deb! You got claws today!"

I made a scratching motion with my nails, swiping at the air. "Nobody hurts my baby and gets away with it. Now, hurry up and get in the car!"

The boys packed their luggage into the trunk, then climbed into the backseat. Since I was a bit shorter than my sister, Tom knew to sit behind me so that he would get extra leg room. It was not our first trip together -- but if all went to plan, I knew that it would surely be the most memorable.

I played music that I knew Tom would like in an effort to keep his mind off of the girl that had been dumb enough to let him go.

It took half an hour or so for him to come to come out of his funk. Once he did, I was reminded of the charming young man I had raised. When I heard him start playfully arguing with Luke in the backseat, I knew he was back to his normal self.

We drove for another hour, leaving the city behind for the open highway. It eventually morphed into long, winding back roads - a sign of how close we were getting to the cottage. The apartment complexes and subdivisions that had once flanked us gave way to trees and large, towering rocks -- some of which were the size of a small house.

After passing a dozen or so smoke shops -- each one advertising cheaper cigarettes than the last -- we turned down a dirt road which led to our cottage's driveway. It was a bit out of the way, but we liked that.

The driveway was shrouded in lofty trees whose leaves shielded us from the sunlight. With that canopy covering us, there was no breeze to alleviate the warmth that surrounded us as we unpacked the car.

We carried all of our belongings into the cottage and settled in. The mommies stocked the fridge with everything from meat and cheese to various types of beers. The boys half-heartedly helped load snacks into the cupboard, but it was clear that they wanted to be outside in the sun.

Although I was confident that Tom - and, based on the stories from my sister, Luke as well - would be on board with our plan, I wanted to be absolutely sure. I figured that I could have a bit of fun while doing so: two birds, one stone.

I suggested to the boys that they to go wait for us down by the dock with a couple of towels and their swimsuits, promising that we would join them shortly. Tom insisted on continuing to help us unpack, but Luke was quick to pull him out of the cottage before the offer had fully left my lips.

"Just go get comfortable," I insisted to my son before his cousin dragged him out the door. The two of them descended the flight of wooden stairs that lead to the dock faster than I could blink.

Cleo closed the fridge behind me. "What was that about? We could use the extra hands."

I turned to her, my eagerness revealed by the impossibly large grin plastered on my face. "We can do it later. I think it's time we put our new bikinis on."

Her face lit up and she clapped her hands excitedly. "Yes! Deb, you're a genius! I can't wait to see the look on their faces!" Suddenly, the responsibility of stocking the fridge became entirely unimportant in lieu of a secret fashion show.

The swimsuits in question had been purchased specifically for that weekend, and they did not look anything like the rest of the one-pieces in my wardrobe at home. I had selected a red number just for Tom's enjoyment; it was his favorite color, after all.

Cleo had similarly picked out a bright blue suit to tantalize her own boy. The idea of slipping into them filled us with giddy excitement, so we rushed into our respective bedrooms to get changed.

I emerged first, and used the extra time to admire myself in the bathroom mirror. I had tried on the suit once at home already, but wearing it that day felt completely different.

Its cups were hardly doing their job, and left more than half of my gigantic, cream-colored globes uncovered. They should have sat comfortably within the cups, like a hammock for them to rest in. Instead, they were held in place only by the string around my neck and the sheer tightness with which I secured the garment to my body. Such tension made the massive mounds bulge out and ooze around the edges, straining to burst from their restrictive prison. One wrong move, and both of them would come spilling out of any crack that they could find.

Cleo opened her door and stepped out to catch me checking myself out. "Vanity, thy name is Deborah."

I rolled my eyes. "Come and stand next to me."

She joined me in the bathroom so that both of our scantily clad reflections were framed by the mirror. Cleo looked fantastic, too. She was a few inches taller, and more slender as a result. Her bikini was showing off all the time she spent in the gym toning her stomach,

Thanks to our mother's genes, she'd also been gifted with a pair of "well-above-average" boobs, though her suit did a slightly better job of securing them. There was no disputing that I had her beat in the titty department.

The trade-off, which she would frequently rub in my face, was a bubble butt that gave her lower body the shape of a succulent pear. On more than one occasion, I had seen her knock things off tables from turning around too quickly. She would often joke that she could wedge her entire arm between her cheeks until just her elbow was sticking out, though I had never seen her perform said party trick.

Look at the way her butt swallowed up her bikini bottoms! I thought, realizing that it hadn't actually been a joke. I literally could not see what I assumed was a thin strip of blue fabric attaching the bottoms' waistband to their crotch.

If we had been anywhere but the privacy of our cottage, our outfits would have never made the cut. Since we were intent on triggering the switches in our son's brains that made them irreversibly horny, they were a necessity.

Someone opened the door to the screened-in porch. That telltale noise was followed by footsteps approaching the sliding glass door that connected said porch to the main cottage, where Cleo and I were still drooling over our new wardrobe.

Tom stepped inside and scanned the counter in search of something. We waited patiently for him to notice us, staying quiet so that he would stumble upon our big surprises naturally.

"Mom, have you seen my sunglasses?" he asked, too distracted to notice the half-naked mommies waiting to be discovered.

"I don't know, sweetheart," I called out in a seductive coo. "Have you looked for them over here?"

Tom performed a cinematically perfect double take, fluctuating between us and the kitchen before the gears in his head started to turn. With a jaw that hung down to the floor, he swung his head back to us and stared. "Why are... w-what are you wearing?"

Rather than answer him, I laid a hand on my sister's shoulder. "Tommy and I will bring the snacks down, Cleo. Why don't you head down and talk to Luke for a minute?"

She winked at me. "Great idea. Don't take too long."

Tom watched her walk out onto the porch, his eyes glued to her while she descended the wooden staircase that led to the dock.

I cleared my throat to call his attention back to me. "Do you like my suit, sweetheart?"

The poor boy was a deer in headlights. "Y-yeah, I guess. It's really... um..." Tom trailed off, his mind helplessly adrift the very second I started jiggling my tits back and forth in my hands, acting as though I were weighing melons at the grocery store.

They wobbled in my palms, putting him in a deep trance. I turned around and stuck out my ass, arching my back to accentuate its curve. "You don't think it's too small for me? What about the back side?"

"It's... wow."

"I was afraid it might be too tiny. Just tell me if-- oh, I know! One second, honey." I bent over even further, folding my arms on the counter so I could bring my head level with my waist. "If I bend over like this, can you see Mommy's pussy?"

Tom was too stunned to move a muscle. Even the ones in his jaw struggled to function. "M-mommy's what?"

"Did you hear what I said, sweetheart?"

"Your... pu-- er, pussy?"

I craned my neck to peek over my shoulder and winked at him. "Is something wrong?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat. "I've never seen you wear something like this."

I stood up straight and rolled my shoulder as though I had been simply stretching, rather than showing off. "Well, if you're a good boy and help me carry the snacks downstairs, maybe you'll get to see me wearing less."

Tom was both stunned and speechless. I walked past him and out the door, pretending I had not said anything out of the ordinary.

I loaded a few beers and suntan lotion into a small cooler that we had left on the counter. Eventually, Tom snapped out of his stupor and grabbed a couple of bags of chips and pretzels. I left the cottage first, and he came slogging behind me like a zombie. I felt his captivated stare burning holes into me for the entire traipse down to the dock, where Cleo was already flirting with her own bug-eyed boy.

It seemed neither of them could believe how aggressively sexual we were being, and I could not blame them. Based on how Luke was already letting his mom sit in his lap -- something I had never seen them do before -- I figured that he was enjoying the show as much as Tom was.

I slumped into the red, wooden chair on the dock next to Luke and Cleo. Within seconds, Tom was obediently serving us refreshments from the tiny cooler. There were still two chairs left unoccupied next to us, but Cleo seemed comfortable with her spot. Tom, on the other hand, was standing around awkwardly - fearfully, even, as though he were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Cleo sat sideways in her son-as-chair with her toes resting right next to my elbow. She poked me with them, and shot me a glance over the top of her sunglasses. I gave her a nod; the game was on.

"Sweetheart," I called to Tom with an enchanting tone, "can you come rub some lotion on my shoulders? The sun is awfully hot."

He lumbered behind me and grabbed the bottle. I sat up straight so that he could reach my shoulders, and lifted my flowing blonde hair out of the way. I found it adorable how violently his hands shook; he must have been incredibly anxious. Some women may have been put off by that nervousness, but I considered it the highest of compliments.

"Let me move this darn string out of your way." I referred to the knot that was somehow managing to keep my breasts from exploding out of the taut bikini top, in defiance of at least one of the laws of physics.

Rather than move it out of his way, as he likely expected me to do, I pinched one end of the string and pulled it until it loosened. It came undone instantly, thanks in part to the weight of my breasts pulling it forward with the sudden release of tension. My cumbersome tits fell free from their loose-fitting cover and slapped against my belly with a resounding smack.

I threw the bikini top onto the dock, then sat back in my chair. I casually soaked in the warmth of the sun while my exposed breasts soaked in the eager, unwavering stare of our two boys.

Tom took a deep breath. "Mom? Your boobs..."

I flashed my son a warm smile. "I know, honey. Do you like them?"

Luke shuffled in his seat, equally fascinated by my nudity. He was fixated on my breasts, but did not dare speak in case it ruined a serendipitous windfall.

Tom could not hold back his curiosity any longer, and finally cracked under the pressure of my methodical teasing. "What the hell is going on?" It was quite an assertive stance for one to take while gawking at their mother's tits.

I had planned for that moment. I tugged on Tom's hand, pulling him in front of me so that I could look him in the eyes.

He took a seat in the chair opposite me, which was a smart choice given that his trembling legs were poised to buckle at any moment. I wagered that if anything would do it, it would be the grand revelation of what I had in store for him.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll tell you the whole story, as long as you promise not to interrupt. When I'm done, all you need to say is yes, or no. Okay?"

Tom nodded.

Cleo combed her fingers through Luke's hair and kissed the side of his head. "You too listen too, muffin. This is for both of you."

Luke could not even muster the fortitude to nod, but he looked to me like he wanted to know.

detail could be spared; they needed to know everything. I launched into a half-prepared monologue and lectured the boys for several uninterrupted minutes. There was so much to say that my mouth ran dry before I was done, so Cleo picked up where I had left off and finished for me.

When we were done, the boys went quiet for a while. Tom, with his brow tightly furrowed, was the first to break the silence.

"Can I just... why not do it with Dad? Why me? Why us?"

All I could do was speak from my heart. "I don't want your dad's child -- not this time. I want yours, honey. I love you so much, and I know I can't stop you from moving out into the world now that you're growing up. I want a beacon of that love that will remind me of how much I love you every time I look at her."

"Or him," Tom countered.

I smiled. "Or him. We thought about waiting until tomorrow to tell you, but we only have a few days up here."

"Besides, you guys deserve it," Cleo chimed in. "Think of it as a present for finishing university!"

Tom was still in shock, but his smile widen as he came to terms with reality. "I can't believe this is happening. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?"

I blew him a kiss. "Of course I do. A mother always knows. Do you really think that, at my age, I haven't learned to lock the bathroom when I take a shower?"

Luke chuckled and pointed at his embarrassed cousin, delighted by the shade of pink Tom had turned. "Busted!"

Cleo swatted her impetuous son. "Hush! Did you think it was an accident when I left my bedroom door open while I was changing?"

Luke chewed the inside of his cheek and sank down into his chair. "Oops. Double busted."

She kissed the top of his head. "Wide open, muffin."

"Boys, seriously. This isn't a trick; it's not a trap. Your mother and I love the two of you more than life itself. It might be a little weird--"

"A little?" Luke quipped.

"--and I know you two clowns are always the first to make a joke out of an awkward situation--"

"Guilty as charged!" he continued.

"--but this is serious." I shot him a stern look.

He looked down at his feet, shuffling awkwardly. "Sorry, Aunt Deb."

My expression softened. "It's okay, Lukey. Do you know what would make it up to me? If you gave me a little kiss."

Tom snapped to attention. "Wait, what? Mom, you said--"

"I know what I said. I want you, honey, to get me pregnant. That doesn't mean we can't all have a little fun while we're up here, too."

I did not want to have a single doubt in my mind as to who would be the father of my baby. That said, Cleo and I had already discussed putting everything else on the table. When it came to our respective nephews, we'd permitted each other anything that wouldn't get us pregnant.

Cleo piped up, arguing in my defence. "Think of it as a fun way to break the ice!"

I climbed out of the chair so Tom could take my place in it. Once he was sitting down, Cleo slithered over to him and sat sideways in his lap, just as she had with Luke.

I strode over to my nephew, his cheeks as red as fire, and slowly lowered myself onto his lap. Cleo's plump rear had kept his legs warm like a weighted quilt, making his lap a welcoming spot for me to slide myself into.

The boys exchange a knowing look. It was one of jealousy, but understanding. Their eyes said, "If you get to kiss my mom, then I get to kiss your mom!"

Luke blushed. "Hi, Aunt Deb."

"For this weekend, Lukey," I said as I put one of my arms around his neck, "call me Deborah, okay?"

I knew there was almost no chance of snapping him out of his habit of calling me by that name, and had made the comment as more of a gesture towards informality. In truth, having my familial title uttered by my nephew moments before making out with him had flooded my pussy with juice.

I leaned in and pressed my nose against his, keeping my lips less than an inch away from his mouth. His hot, mint-scented breath coiled against my nostrils. I had never been that close to him before, and my heart began to race. I raked my fingernails through his short, black hair so I could lovingly caress his head. I brushed a finger behind his earlobe, then parted my lips.

Luke closed the remaining distance between us, sealing his lips against mine in a way that would have made the rest of our family gasp in shame. I moaned without a hint of subtlety. I wanted it, and I wanted him to know. I opened my lips slightly and lashed my tongue against his closed mouth, removing any argument that it was a common kiss between family members.

I slithered my tongue between his lips, eagerly wrestling with his the moment I was inside. He sucked in a sharp breath, startled by my sudden intrusion, but quickly found his footing. His fat, slimy tongue danced with mine; they sloppily tumbled over each other in a depraved waltz that rivaled every scrap of passion that my husband had thrown my way in the previous two years combined.

I bit softly on his lower lip and pulled on it a little, teasing him with a hint of pain only to swoop in with a fervent kiss to make it all better.

Luke matched my energy. His hand was resting on my thigh, and was moving it further and further towards my ass as we continued to make out like horny teenagers.

His cock had grown hard enough to jab into my thigh, making no effort to hide its avid excitement. I wondered if Tom, too, was poking my sister with his erection. We had wondered for years which of them had a bigger penis, and I found it funny that we were gathering evidence in reverse.

I don't even know how big Tom is, but I can already tell his cousin is packing! If he's anything like Luke, then I'm in for a hell of a weekend.

I could hear Cleo smooching my son right next to us, and, based on the sounds of their salacious face-sucking, there was not a single disappointed party on the dock at that moment.

Cleo cheered triumphantly. "I knew it! I knew Tommy would be a good kisser."

I broke my kiss with Luke, and used my tongue like a blade to sever the tiny tether of saliva that stretched between our slickened lips. "Wait until you get your mouth on your son."

Any hint of subtlety had gone out the window, prompting Luke to ask "Does that mean you're going to suck our dicks, too?"

Cleo and I broke into a fit of sisterly giggles. We had raised gentlemen, but even the kindest of hearts can sometimes ask the bluntest questions.

I kissed my nephew on the cheek. "Would you like that?"

He nodded frantically. "Fuck yes, we would! Tom, am I crazy? I'm not crazy, right?"

Tom chortled. "Not even a little bit, man. This is the greatest day of my fucking life!"

As much as I enjoyed being in Luke's strong, powerful arms, they were not the ones that I longed to be held in. I was envious of my sister, but it only lasted for a second. When I saw the grin on Tom's face, there was only room in my heart for happiness.

Nothing brings a mother more pleasure than the sight of her boy with a big, goofy smile across his handsome face. Heaven itself could not have dragged me back to the city. I was where I belonged, with the man I felt that I most belonged to. All that was left to do was to let him put a baby in me.

I stood up. "Are we just gonna sit here all day, or are we gonna do what we came here to do?"

Once I had climbed out of my nephew's lap, the consequences of our slovenly kiss were made obvious. Tom was the first to notice, and did not let civility stop him from bluntly announcing it to anyone within earshot.

He pointed to the noticeable bulge in Luke's shorts. "Dude, you got hard from kissing my mom!"

My heart swelled with pride, thriving on the knowledge that I could - with a relatively small touch - give such a rigorous erection to a man half my age.

Cleo rolled her eyes and begrudgingly got off of my son. Then she, too, pointed to his crotch to reveal that Luke was not the only one suffering from a powerful rush of blood to his cock. "And what's this, smart guy?"

Luke's jaw dropped. "I fucking knew it! You got hard, too!"

Tom grinned sheepishly, forming deep dimples in his cheeks. "This entire day feels like a dream!"

I saw the opportunity to take our conversation to the bedroom and pounced on it. "Well, then. Shall we make it into more of a fantasy?"

Luke's attention was piqued. "How do you mean?"

Cleo caught on immediately, and batted her eyelashes seductively. "By going upstairs and letting you fuck us, sugar."

Tom turned to me and, with his eyes so wide that I could see more white than iris, begged for me to agree with my sister. "Really? Right now?"

I shrugged as casually as my racing heart would allow. "Unless you want to wait a few more hours. What do you boys think?"

They instantly shot out of their chairs like there were magnets in their cocks that had pulled them to their feet, with the opposite pole awaiting them inside. The phrase "boys will be boys" had never felt more accurate.

Cleo was hot on their heels. I was close behind, delayed by a few seconds in order to grab my bikini top and put it back on.

The anticipation building in my gut as I ascended the stairs leading to the cottage was comparable to a shuttle launch. Gravity was an enemy; my limbs grew heavier with each wooden step that passed underfoot. I had waited so long for that day to come, but could never have prepared for the intense mixture of anxiety and excitement that I felt upon crossing the threshold into the cottage.

I gave my sister one last, knowing nod before we closed the doors to our respective bedrooms. I took Tom's hand and guided us over to the foot of the bed so we could sit down. At last, I was alone with the one person whose company I longed for beyond all else.

I rubbed his thigh, hoping to impart some familiar comfort. "Hi, honey."

The poor boy could hardly look at me, and his voice warbled nervously when he spoke. "Are you sure you wanna do this, Mom?"

"Look at me, Tommy." I laid a finger on his chin and gently turned his head towards me. He was reluctant, but did not fight me. "I want this more than anything in the world -- but only if you do, too."

"I do."

That was all I needed to hear.

I leaned forward so that our foreheads touched, and brushed the tip of my nose against the bridge of his. The contact gave him just enough courage to kiss me. It was nothing more than a peck on the lips, reminiscent of the brief smooches I used to give him every morning before he boarded the bus to school.

I knew it would fall on me to lead our foray into new territory, since he was too nervous to take the reins himself. I kissed him again, that time ensuring that I lingered long enough for him to get used to the sensation.

I gingerly nibbled on his lower lip, pulling it down a little bit so that I could slither my tongue into the opening. He gasped in surprise just like his cousin had, but he was quick to match my tempo. Our tongues writhed together, wiggling happily in the darkness of their slippery den.

Tom returned my passionate lip lock with equal intensity, dropping his guard once anticipation had given way fully to action. We eagerly swapped spit, gnawing at each other's mouths with flailing tongues that refused to sit still.

I groaned louder than I'd meant to, but I could not be bothered to restrain myself. The lust that I had supressed for the better part of decade was bubbling to the surface, and trying to contain it was a hopeless endeavour. My face flushed with heat, and soon that same warmth trickled down my body to the hungry maw that drooled between my legs.

The nervous energy that had once haunted me had melted away. All that remained was raw, sinful excitement.

Tom released a pent up breath, and some of the tension in his body unwound. "Can I see your boobs again, Mom?"

I was delighted, to say the least. I missed having someone express such a desire to see my breasts. I pulled away from him and laid a hand on his chest to feel his rapid heartbeat. "You wanna see them again, sweetheart?"

Tom gulped. "God, yes."

I sat back and untied my bikini top, but held the cups in front of my breasts to drag out the inevitable reveal. I jostled them back and forth a few times, making waves in my skin to further enthrall him. I feared that his eyes would dry out before his body forced him to blind, for it didn't seem like he'd ever do so voluntarily.

When I was convinced he could take no more, I finally put an end to the drawn-out display. I dropped the red garment all at once, simultaneously releasing several hefty pounds of wobbling tit flesh to fall out and smack against my tummy.

Tom's jaw hit the floor. He was unsure of where to look first, his eyes bouncing back and forth between each of the dangling udders. "J-Jesus Christ, Mom."

I recalled having seen an expression of similar glee on his face when returning home on Halloween nights with a pillowcase full of candy. Just as he had eagerly scanned his loot after a hard night of trick-or-treating, so, too, did his gaze wander my breasts.

He reached out with both hands, his voice cracking when he asked, "Can I..."

"Touch them?" I leaned forward so that my tits were less than an inch from his outstretched fingers. "Of course, honey."

Into each of his palms, he took a handful of loose flesh and gently kneaded it. His awestruck expression broke into a toothy grin, the corners of which grew wider with each passing squeeze. When he dug in with his fingers, the piles of soft dough spilled over and molded around them, encasing them in a boob cocoon.

I adored being fondled with such curiosity. Even when my husband had touched me in the years leading up to that weekend, the time of such wide-eyed exploration had been long behind us.

Tom, on the other hand, was enamoured with every tiny detail that he stumbled across. He thoroughly studied each new discovery, his favourite of which seemed to be the pupil-sized mole on the outside of my right breast. He took an extra second to brush his thumb over the tiny, brown spot.

His mouth was dry, but he could not contain his fascination. "Wow. I didn't even know that was there."

I chuckled, the act of which made my tits jiggle in his hands. "How would you, honey? With the exception of a few minutes ago, you haven't seen me topless since... well, you know."

"Since I peeked at you in the shower, you mean?" Tom filled in the blanks. "Did you really do that on purpose?"

"Yeah, and I'm glad I did. That's the only reason we're here now."

He grinned. "You mean here, with your boobs in my hands?"

I beamed with pride. "Exactly. Now, are you going to play with them all day? Or are we going to do something about that?" I pointed to the tent in his shorts.

Tom blushed. "I love your tits, Mom. I can't help it!"

To further prove his infatuation, he pushed my boobs together with both hands. They met in the center of my chest, forming a long crease between them that was the perfect size for him to insert his face. His leaned in to kiss my sternum, flanking the sides of his head with my boobs so he wore them as pair of floppy, oversized earmuffs.

"I don't want you to help it, silly." I insisted. "I want you to help yourself-- to whatever you want."

He did not even bother pretending to make eye contact. "So big, so soft..." His mind was not even in the gutter; it was gone completely!

"Is that all you want to see?"

I could practically see Tom's heart beating through his chest. It proved that he had been waiting years for that question, but that words were beyond him.

He froze, giving me just enough time pull away and escape his grasp. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs. The allure of my red bikini bottoms stretched tight over my pussy mound was strong enough to pull his attention away from my tits, but it was a close contest.

He reached out to touch my pussy, but I snapped my legs shut. "Nuh uh, mister. You first!"

Tom tore off his clothes as though they were burning his skin. In less than two blinks of an eye, my son was completely nude, with his shirt and pants scattered around the room. He stood at the foot of the bed with his cock jutting out in front of him, waiting for permission to get back onto the bed.

I wanted to give him the go ahead, but I was too stunned to even blink. I could not help myself from gasping when his dick - a rigid, pulsating tendon of pure muscle - bobbed into view. Dark blue veins mapped its magnificent length, leading towards the engorged helmet at the very tip.

I made that, I thought to myself, relishing in the pride of having created something so spectacular. He, and that gigantic dong, came out of me.

There had been too many years of separation between us, and it was finally time for him to return home once again.

"You next, Mom," he commanded, not wasting any time on pleasantries.

I kicked my toes in the air, acting the helpless maiden in need of a big, strong man to assist me. "Will you take them off for me, please?"

I did not need to ask twice. Hell, I'd barely had to ask once!

Tom knelt on the mattress and gripped the sides of my underwear. He took his time removing them, peeling the wet fabric off of my pussy as slowly as his shaking hands would allow. I stuck my legs straight into the air; with a final tug, he exposed my pussy.

"Whoa," he exclaimed.

I felt blood pool in my cheeks. "That's what I hoped you'd say."

I wanted him to look -- to see the most vulnerable, forbidden part of me, soaking me in with wanton disregard for societal taboo. I spread myself as wide as I could, stretching my legs out in either direction to give my son what he craved.

I had not shaved in years. Tom's father was indifferent to the hair, and I did not like the hassle of ritualistically removing it. In order to make that weekend special for my son, I had elected to have a professional tidy me up so that I looked as presentable as possible. I wanted his first impression to stick, and I could tell right away that he liked what he saw.

I had not gone completely bare; I thought that it looked tacky on a woman my age. Instead, I had chosen to have it shaped into a large triangle. It was not a particularly raunchy choice - my sister had talked me out of the crescent moon shape that I'd initially liked - but it suited my pussy quite well.

The flat bottom of the triangle sat just below my tummy, and the pointed tip was aimed directly at my slit, as if to say, "Here, please!" The hair itself was coloured such a deep, earthy brown that it could be easily mistaken for black in certain lighting. Since it had not been trimmed often, the densely packed bush of was too thick to see through. Not a hint of my fair skin peeked through.

Tom licked his lips. "Did you do this for me?"

I nodded. "Do you like it? I wanted to do something special."

"It's fucking beautiful. You are beautiful, Mom." He stared for a few more seconds, mindlessly stroking his cock, completely unaware that I was watching him do it.

I could not imagine the thoughts that must have been weighing on his mind, and curiosity overcame me. "Whatcha thinking about, handsome?"

Without so much as a hiccup in his pace, Tom announced with certainty, "I want to fuck you."

I bit my lip, shrugging my shoulders casually. "Then what are you waiting for, sweetheart? Come and fuck me."

Tom crawled onto the bed, his muscular body eclipsing the sunlight coming through the window when he towered over top of me. My stomach jumped into my throat.

He parked himself between my outstretched legs, then used them as reins to pull me closer to him. I gasped when he yanked me out of place, but was quickly silenced by the thumping of his fat cock head against my pussy mound. Tom used his dick as a mallet to thud against the chubby, moss-covered hill, making salacious slapping sounds that made me jump a little each time they rang in my ears.

Without touching his dick, I reached down and pulled apart my pussy lips, spreading the juicy folds to unveil the wet, pink meat at the center. Even with him in the dominant position, I had tricks up my sleeve to maintain control.

I batted my eyelashes. "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting, young man."

"Fuck, Mom." Tom instantly stopped smacking his dick against my mound. He was putty in my hands, waiting to be shaped.

The head of his cock pushed forward, lodging between my petals so that they caressed the fat knob on either side. The helmet trudged through the slimy moat a few times, sliding back and forth until it was glistening with a thick layer of my juices.

"Push," I begged with my mouth hanging open. "Push, baby."

True to the obedient little boy he'd always been - the one that I'd raised -- Tom followed my instructions and urged his hips forward. His dick plunged into me, tunneling through the wet, fleshy corridor in one smooth motion.

I felt that familiar fullness -- the one that I had waited years to enjoy again. Then, to my naive surprise, he kept going. I released a startled gasp, unprepared for another girthy portion of dick to follow that which had already been stuffed into me.

I'd already known Tom was bigger than his father, but actually feeling him stretch me apart -- feeling that bulging knob sink deeper into my belly than any man had gone before - convinced me that I'd never be satisfied with any other ever again.

A bubble of pressure grew in my tummy, and it took only one push for him to pop it when he rapidly sunk to the bottom. His hips were pressed flat against me, with his balls clenched so tight to his body that they felt like a tiny stress ball lodged between my ass cheeks.

I squealed, my face contorting into a litany of profane, unmotherly expressions. My eyes unfocused, turning my vision into a blurry haze that I was too charmed to fight against. "Ohhh my G-- fuck! Fuck, Tommy!"

He froze, but made no indication that he was going to pull out unless he had to. He locked his elbows, holding himself in place by the support of two quivering forearms. "Are you okay?"

"S-slow, please," I begged.

"Am I too big?"

I forced my eyes to stop fluttering for long enough that Tom's face came back into focus, then tried to put on a brave face for him. "No, honey. Just... just big enough."

I wrapped my legs around his butt, pulling him into me. His dick could go no further, and so the puffy head - inflated to a tremendous size - flattened out against my cervix. The pressure was simply exhilarating, but what I truly longed for was to be closer to him.

I looped my arms around his neck and pulled until he got the hint. He relaxed, unlocking his elbows so that I could drag him down to eye level with me. I adored the weight of his body covering mine, pinning me to the mattress while his dick throbbed happily inside of me.

I raked my fingers across his scalp, combing his tousled blond hair. I admired that he still hadn't begun to thrust, obediently abiding by my request to slow down. He seemed to be waiting for another hint, so I gave him one in the form of a short, powerful pussy hug. I clamped down, narrowing my walls so that they collapsed around him, vacuum sealing his cock within the snug borrow.

Tom bellowed a mighty groan. "Fuck, Mom. How are you squeezing me so tightly?"

I treated him to another series of quick clenches. "You mean these?"

"Y-yeah, that," he whimpered pathetically, betraying the fact that he was already - after only a few short seconds - reaching his limit.

I brushed a piece of hair, matted with light sweat, out of his face. "Those squeezes are just my pussy telling your dick how happy she is to see him again."

I was elated to discover the ease with which I could manipulate him. With nothing more than the compression of my cunt muscles, I had already milked him to humility. He was returned to his primal state: a blubbering baby held in his mother's arms, begging for her to relieve him.

For the second time in his entire life, Tom plugged my birth canal and stretched it as wide as he could, though feeling his cock slide into me was decidedly different than giving birth to him. They were both similar experiences, and yet, they felt as though they served completely different purposes.

Pushing him out two decades ago had separated us after nine months of cherished unity, but that night - as he throbbed against the mouth of my womb - we were finally reunited in body and spirit.

Tom grimaced, appearing to hold back a great sneeze. "Mom, I'm already close."

I purred calmly, soothing his soul. "It's okay, honey. That's the point, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he chanted senselessly, adrift in a sea of pleasure.

It was a special moment for us both, but his hypnotic determination was so adorable that I could not stop myself from giggling. "Are you ready to knock me up, baby? Can you do that for me?"

His furrowed brow told me that, were he to pull back, the sensation of my walls caressing him on the way out would push him over the edge. He had not even gotten to fuck me -- not the way I wanted him to. I had not expected that our first time together would last long, but was still surprised to find that one thrust was all he could bear.

Tom's body tensed up, his toes digging into the sheets as he pushed his body into me as deep as it would go. "I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm-- oh, ooooh fuck!"

His announcement was not a moment too soon. Before he reached the end of his blabbering, the force of his orgasm shocked his system into paralysis. With the exception of whatever pushed out his loud, bassy bellow - and his semen, directly into my cunt -- his body went as stiff as a board.

Ropes of hot, sticky cum flooded my pussy, igniting a craving within me - to the point of pathetic obsession - for his seed in my belly. I was a wolf to the moon, howling as my son emptied an entire generation of babies into my waiting womb.

We ground together, bucking our hips in unison to coax thick cables of glue out of him. We were a writhing pile of appendages that clamoured to express, through tightly gripped fingers and tensely wound muscles, the depths of our passion.

Tom dug his teeth into my neck, chanting a single word. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..."

Ironically, I did not feel like his mother in that moment, yet the invocation of the familial title seemed to be his entire focus. Each utterance beckoned him forward, lulling him into a deep, meditative trance.

I rubbed his shoulders in wide, calming circles. "Good boy, just like that. Let it all out."

Tom had completely collapsed onto my chest, his face still buried against my neck, where he planted a series of small kisses. "I've never cum like that in my entire life."

I kissed the top of his head. "First of many, sweetheart."

"This is insane. Shouldn't this feel weird?"

I blew a steady stream of cool air against the beads of sweat that peppered his hairline. "Probably. Does it?"

He finally raised his head to look at me, studying my eyes. "Not even a little. I might have just gotten you pregnant, and it feels, like..."

I found the word for him. "Natural?"

He nodded, a cheeky grin spreading onto his face. "Natural. Exactly."

We made out for a while, pawing at each other's naked bodies in the muggy heat that hung in the air.

His semen was mixing with the thick glaze of nectar that coated the inside of my pussy. Every throb churned the concoction further into a thick syrup for his dick to marinate in while it slowly softened. It took a few minutes before that actually happened, giving us plenty of time to stew in the afterglow.

I would have stayed suspended in time until the two of us eventually withered away from starvation, content to feed on nothing more than the aura of each other's body. That sentiment was not shared by my sister.

As far as I could tell, to my horror, she had been standing outside the door waiting for us to finish. Once we had, there was nothing to stop her from crashing the party.

Cleo knocked on the door as she opened it, taking both me and Tom by surprise. Truth be told, it was hard to stay mad at her intrusion when she was practically buzzing with infectious energy.

With no respect for personal boundaries, she leapt knees-first onto the bed. The impact made the mattress shake, the force of which made Tom's dick slide in and out of me a few times-- effectively fucking me with his semi-hard cock right next to my sister. "Oh my god! We did it! We fucking did it, Deb!"

I felt him try to pull away, driven by instinct to shield his nudity from his peeping aunt. I tightened my leg lock around his thighs, and leaned in close to his ear so that Cleo would not hear me whisper to him.

"Stay, stay, stay." It was part begging, and part command. I was not ready to be empty just then, but I was ready to empty my frustrations onto my sister for her disgraceful entrance.

I turned to her with a scowl. "We're not done yet, Cleo!"

She looked puzzled, and pointed to the spot where our bodies were connected. "He didn't cum?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course he did! But, he's still... you know what I mean!"

Cleo crouched down and hugged our interconnected bodies, making it clear that she wanted to test our boundaries. With all that I knew was ahead of us, I decided it might be better for me to encourage her - or at least not actively discourage her anymore.

She sat back and clapped her hands together. "You two look so fucking perfect -- like you're made for each other."

She flopped back and pumped her fists in the air, which was quite the turnaround from the woman who had been so anxious on the ride up. It seemed to me that whatever weight had been previously laid on her shoulders had been lifted. All that remained was pure, unadulterated happiness.

I reached over and held Cleo's hand, the act of which breathed new life into Tom's fading erection with a telltale throb. I instantly shot him a concerned look, asking with my eyes, "Did I just feel that, mister?" I supposed that he liked the look of two sisters happily holding hands while one of them clenched themselves around his cock.

I turned to Cleo. "Was it worth the wait?"

"Deb, I'm serious when I say this: Tommy was right. This is the greatest day of my life. Sorry that I just barged in, but--"

In unison, we said, "It's fine."

She sensed our sarcasm, but waved us off anyway. "Oh, come on. We're gonna have to get used to seeing each other naked. Otherwise, the whole weekend is gonna be a wash. Luke! Come in here!"

My son's eyes widened with fear. "I'm still naked!"

"So is he, sugar. This is important. Can't have you boys being all weird after you fucked your moms."

I scoffed. "That is one hell of a sentence."

Luke peered around the doorframe, still hiding most of his body out in the hallway. "Do I have to, Mom?"

Tom joined in. "Seriously, Aunt Cleo. I'm still, like, still kind of hard, too. I don't really--"

Cleo cut him short with a wave of her hand. "Time to rip the bandage off. Let's go!"

Luke stepped inside, still naked, with cum glistening on his dick. Cleo had clearly been so excited to reunite our foursome that she had not bothered to do her cleanup duty.

Tom propped himself up on his hands and looked at his cousin, his dick twitching in my pussy with each small movement. Their solemn stares slowly morphed into mischievous grins as the reality of their situation settled in.

"Dude..."

"Dude?"

"Bro, I mean--"

"Yeah. Like, come on."

"No way."

"It's crazy!"

They had their own secret language -- albeit a stupid one -- that we mommies did not speak. Truly, there was no mistaking their relation.

I tapped my son on the shoulder, indicating for him to roll off of me. "Make some room; we need to let it settle."

Tom scooted off the bed so his aunt could climb on. One she was, we both lifted our legs so that our knees were up by our chins, then hooked our arms underneath our knees to hold them in place. It was a yoga position known as "baby pose," and we employed it to the confused stares of our sons.

"What is this?" Luke asked.

Cleo, having been the one to research the best methods to ensure pregnancy, was quick to answer. "It increases the chances of conception, Lukey."

I smiled warmly at my son, hoping that he felt as satisfied as I did, despite the unintended visit from his cousin. "Just give us a few minutes. Then, we can go out on the boat, if you guys want to."

The boys walked down the hall. They whispered excitedly to each other as they headed to the fridge for - knowing my son - a bottle of orange Gatorade. As far as they were concerned, their part was over for a while.

For me and Cleo, the act of letting their baby batter pool around our cervixes was an important part of ensuring that we actually got pregnant. I doubted that we would do it every time they came inside us, but at least for the first time, it felt like a ceremonial way to celebrate the success of having gotten both of our sons onboard with our plan. In the worst-case scenario, we would have to repeat the process again and again...

... And then maybe a few more times for good measure.

afternoon sun beat down from high overhead. There were not more than a handful of clouds smattering the bright, blue sky, so shade was an ironically hot commodity. There was a light breeze flowing through the open windows of our cozy cottage.

In an effort to make the most out of the nice weather, Cleo had suggested that we take the barge out on the water for lunch. It was not a particularly new model, but it was sturdy. As long as the twin pontoons kept us afloat, we could go anywhere we pleased, which just so happened to be a secluded little spot -which was really just an enormous rock - in the far-off corner of the lake.

My sister and I had gotten back into our bathing suits -- the same ones that the boys had stripped off of us less than an hour prior. Then we'd followed them to the kitchen, where our maternal instincts had told us that they weren't merely thirsty, but hungry as well.

Feeling particularly sensitive to their needs - especially ones that related in any way to them making more baby batter - we divided up our tasks and set to work. I smeared mayonnaise on slices of bread while Cleo packed beer and wine spritzers into a cooler.

Luke was sitting nearby, carefully observing as his mother's gigantic ass cheeks gobbled up the string of her bikini every time she would bend over to put another drink into the cooler. Truth be told, my eyes were being drawn to that same tawdry phenomenon.

I don't think I'm bi-sexual, I thought to myself, but damn! Look at those things!

Each of her cheeks was the size of a pumpkin, and even when I put in some effort, I found their wobbling impossible to ignore.

I shuddered. Jeez, maybe I AM bi!

Tom was slightly less gobsmacked than his cousin, giving him just enough higher brain power to stop ogling our tits and tushies long enough to ask if we needed any help-- though it was a half-hearted request.

With a butter knife in my hand, I turned to him and cocked my head to the side. "Do you really want to help?"

"I mean, yeah. If you--"

"Or--"I cut him off by pointing the knife at him. "--are you just trying to look like a good boy because it makes me want to fuck you?"

My son turned the darkest shade of red that I had ever seen, but the amused smile on his face told me that he did not mind the teasing. "W-what? Why, I would-- I would never!"

Cleo finished packing the cooler and closed the lid, then finally elected to pull her bathing suit out from between her chubby cheeks. "Close your mouth, Tommy. You look like a fish."

Luke chuckled at the expense of his cousin. "She got you, man!"

Tom brushed the comment off with a wave of his hand. "Get it out of your system now. When we're on the boat, you'd all better respect the captain."

Luke saluted him, with his tongue dangling from his mouth to amplify the intended mockery. "Thir, yeth, thir!"

I leapt to my son's rescue. "Are they being mean to you?"

He put on a fake pout, making his lower lip quiver dramatically. "They're such bullies, those two."

I instantly bought in to his impersonation of a pouting child. Since I was such an attentive mother, I knew just what to do to make it all better. I arched my back so that my butt stuck out. "Come over here, honey."

Tom hurried over and wrapped his arms around my tummy, fitting my ass into his crotch when he pulled me in for a hug.

I ground my rump against his cock, which had already begun to harden the moment he had felt my skin against his. "Is that better, Tommy?"

He kissed the back of my neck. "Much better."

I giggled. "I'm happy I could make you feel better." Nothing filled me with glee quite like having his hands on me.

I placed the butter knife on the counter top, then reached down and grabbed onto his wrists so I could redirect them towards my breasts. I plopped his hands down, one on each boob, and squeezed down on top of his fingers with mine.

"There we go," I sang. "Now you can play with Mommy's boobies while she makes lunch!"

Tom moaned in my ear. "Fuck, Mom. They're huge."

I loved that something I had considered a burden for decades could be a simple source of such primal enjoyment for my son. To me, they were just my big ol' boobs. To him, they were the eighth wonder of the world.

Cleo cleared her throat. "Ahem! The sun is not going to wait for you two to stop making goo-goo eyes at each other."

I slapped the final sandwich together and wrapped it in cellophane, then threw it at my bratty sister. "Somebody's jealous."

She stuck her tongue out at me and blew a raspberry. "Boo, you whore. We've got plenty of time to fuck these two tonight. Please let me get some sun."

Luke snickered. "So you want some vitamin D before you get your 'vitamin D,' right?"

Cleo sighed and gave me a defeated look. "I cannot handle another shitty pun without something alcoholic to wash it down."

I blew her a kiss. "Then get your muscle to help my muscle lift the cooler down to the dock."

She snapped her fingers, once at each boy, and directed them to the cooler. "Mush, boys. We've got some boating to do!"

Tom and Luke hauled the cooler down together, one on each side, while we followed behind with our arms empty. To be fair, though, we were carrying something; it was just that the things we were carrying were attached to our chests, and could not be put down. I imagined that the weight of our heavy breasts combined would have outweighed both the cooler and all of its contents.

Every step that we took down the wooden stairs leading to the dock made our tits bounce, as intended. Had we wanted them to be modest, we would have bought something that actually fit us. Instead, both of our tops had just as much soft dough spilling out as they did packed inside.

We stepped off the stairs and onto the soft, molded earth that formed the final pathway to the dock. It was a short stretch, but I had always loved feeling the soft dirt squish under my toes for a brief moment.

I breathed in deeply, savouring the aroma of freshly fallen pine needles on the ground around us until the burn in my lungs begged me to exhale. As a subtle breeze pierced through the bushels of tree branches, I breathed out and felt as though the wind were carrying the air right out of me.

"I love it here," I said to no one in particular.

Cleo rubbed the small of my back with her palm. "Me too, Deb. I think the boys are really happy that we came."

I chuckled. "Well, they're happy that somebody came!"

Our uproarious laughter made birds scatter from the treetops overhead, which only made us laugh more.

"Ahem!" Luke called to us from the dock. "The sun isn't waiting, remember?"

Cleo narrowed her eyes at her son, though I did not think that her menacing stare translated at such a distance. "He's so lucky that he's a good lay."

I swatted her and headed for the dock. "Careful with that logic, or you'll let him get away with anything."

We trotted down to the boat where the boys were waiting for us with a cold drink in hand-- a pineapple spritzer for each of us. Cleo climbed on the boat right away and made for the front of the boat where her son sat. She was curled up in Luke's lap before he had finished opening the wine cooler for her.

She swung her legs over the arm of the chair so she was sitting sideways on his crotch, and rubbed her plump rump against his cock as she rocked side to side. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, cradling his cheek with one hand, and whispered something into his ear that was not for me or Tommy to hear.

I knew better than to disrespect our illustrious captain with such informality, so I stood with my feet together and clasped my hands in front of my tummy. Using the insides of my elbows, I pushed my breasts into each other until they nearly fell out of my top.

I batter my eyes at Tom. "Permission to come aboard, sir?"

He mouthed the words "Oh, fuck," then said, "Permission granted, Admiral Mommy."

I saluted him, then scurried onboard and practically barrelled him over with how eagerly I jumped into his arms. I, too, gave my son a long, sultry kiss that we struggled very hard to end. If I'd had it my way, we would have fucked right then on the boat.

"Hey!" Luke called from the front of the barge. "Quit kissin' and start the damn boat, Captain!"

He and his mother were less than ten feet away from the steering wheel, which Tom manned with the confidence of someone who had spent his whole life at sea. I loved watching him command the ship, taking it upon himself to shuttle us around safely.

I, of course, sat loyally beside my boy rather than at the front where the sun shone. The captain's seat took the form of a long, cushioned bench with a high back that had plenty of room for a co-pilot.

Above our heads was a canopy that blocked the heat from reaching us. Coupled with the high metal walls that surrounded the perimeter of the boat, the captain's chair had a surprising amount of privacy. Cleo and Luke could see us clearly, but besides them, it felt like we were alone in the world.

Tom was slouched back in the chair, as relaxed as one could be while piloting two tonnes of metal. He had one hand draped over the steering wheel, and a beer dangling loosely between the fingers of the other. His unbuttoned shirt flapped in the light breeze, then was blown open completely when we left the bay and picked up speed on the open water.

He finished his beer and asked if I could swap it for a full one, which I happily did.

I twisted off the cap and handed him the icy bottle with a salute. "Oh Captain, my captain." Just for good measure, I jiggled my tits a couple of times to make them bounce around.

He shook his head with a smile. "At ease, Cadet."

My jaw dropped. "Cadet? I thought I was Admiral Mommy!"

He shrugged, taking an exaggerated swing from his beer before saying, "This ship is a hierarchy. If you want a promotion, you gotta earn it."

Whether or not he knew it, he was playing right into my hands. "Well, how may I show my dedication to the cause, Captain Tommy?"

He pretended to think for a moment, but he was far from a talented actor. "Well, I suppose a blowjob wouldn't hurt."

I innocently sedated him with my wide doe eyes. "Do you want Mommy to suck your cock right now, sweetheart?"

Tom did a double take. "Wait, seriously? But Aunt Cleo is right there!"

We had already covered the necessity of getting comfortable with being naked around each other, but it was not a concept that I expected to stick right away. Tom clearly required further encouragement to come out of his shell, and I figured there was no better time than the present for some good old fashioned exposure therapy.

I shrugged and scooted next to him on the bench so that our thighs touched. "I don't care. Do you care?" I purred to him with the softest tone I could while still being heard over the roar of the engine.

He thought for a second. "It's still a bit weird, but you said we should get comfortable with it, so I can try."

I cooed happily and kissed his cheek. "Good boy! Now, take those cute lil' shorts off so I can get between your legs."

I knew that the metal wall that wrapped around the side of the boat would keep me hidden once I was tucked below the steering console. I was just short enough to fit under the podium, so I crouched down on my butt and slid myself underneath it. Nobody would be able to see -- except for our guests, of course, but they were too busy making out to notice.

Tom shuffled out of his swim trunks and spread his legs apart. He kept his eyes on the water, but watched me out of his peripheral vision. His soft penis twitched happily when I greeted it with a quick kiss, already threatening to pump itself up to the sizable monster that I knew it to be.

"I can't wait to know what your mouth feels like," Tom gushed.

It dawned on me that I had not yet sucked his cock, even though he had fucked me just hours earlier. We were doing things backwards, but that somehow made it even more exciting.

I blew him a kiss. "And I can't wait to taste you, honey."

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the soft head, circling it with my tongue to bathe every side. I coiled it around the pulsating knob while it slowly inflated, spiraling my lengthy tongue around it like a prehensile tail. I loved feeling a dick harden in my mouth, so I hugged him tightly with my tongue to ensure I got the full experience of growing my son's cock to its fullest.

It was not long before the bulb had doubled in size. As it expanded, it nudged against the roof of my mouth and flattened my tongue against the bottom, pinning the slimy snake to the floor. I wiggled it underneath the bulging helmet and slid back and forth across the frenulum, tickling the tender bridge of skin.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. "Is that your tongue?"

I nodded with the head secured between my puffed out lips. "Mmhmm!" I gave him another flutter to prove it.

His jaw hung open, but the corners of his mouth were still turned up in a smile. "I've never felt that before."

I popped the dome, now glistening with saliva, out of the seal my lips had made. "You've never had a blowjob before?"

"I have, but not like this. My girlfriend never did that with her tongue!"

I grabbed his cock by the root and slapped it against my tongue a couple of times. "Mommy's tongue can do lots of fun things."

"Show me, please," he begged.

I pushed my lips into a circle and placed an exaggerated kiss on his head. "Such good manners, honey. How could I possibly say no?"

I spat a gob of saliva on the engorged crown, then gobbled it back into my mouth to spread the thick layer of bubbles over it. I worked the head in and out of my mouth, gulping the large swell between my lips a few times to get used to his size.

Unfortunately for me, it would have taken far more time than we had. I had never sucked a dick as large as his, and his father - who had been my only reference point for over twenty years - did not hold a candle to his son's impressive bulk.

It felt heavy in my mouth, weighing down my tongue with its unwieldy mass. Each pulsation of the swollen bulb made me shiver with delight. I was convinced that the goliath pillar of meat I was slurping on was very much alive with the way it responded to every tiny touch.

The coating of saliva made it easy to work my mouth back and forth over the head, but that was not the issue. What worried me was the dull, aching pain in my jaw that asserted itself far sooner than I had anticipated. I had not thought that holding my mouth open to suck on the tip would be such a challenge, but it was nevertheless one that I knew I would rise to.

I spat Tom's fat cock head out of my mouth and rubbed my wounded jaw to massage away the pain. "Fuck, honey. You're a bit too big for my mouth, I think."

Tom grimaced. "Do we have to stop?"

I felt the same guilt that I'd been stricken with when he'd been a kid, and I would declare that it was time for him to leave the playground. The disappointment on his face had made me want to cave just to bring back his incredible smile, and more often than not he had received the extra ten minutes of playtime that he'd always asked for.

That day on the boat, I knew right away that I would surrender to him in the exact same way. "No, honey," I assured him. "I just needed a little break, that's all. Are we close?"

"Er, not really. I mean, you just started, so--"

I burst out in abrupt laughter, both silencing him and earning a look of confusion in the process. "No, sweetheart, not like that. Are we close?"

He cringed. "Oops, my bad. We're about halfway there, I guess."

I gasped. "Oh, dear! Then I'd better work quickly."

Unbeknownst to us, my laugh had drawn the attention of our company, and they were not the type to keep quiet about what they'd seen when they'd finally taken a break from swapping spit to glance over at us.

"Hey!" Luke whined. "No fair! Tommy's getting head?"

"Thanks, Deb," Cleo sassed. "Now mine is gonna want his dick sucked, too. I haven't even finished my drink!"

I shrugged, unsure if she could even see anything other than my foot sticking out from behind the console. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much time kissing you'd be done with it already."

I knew that Cleo would be unable to resist her son's cajoling once he'd seen the treat that Tom was receiving. It was like waving a toy in front of his face and telling him that he could not play with it. One look at Tom, with his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, had made him envious.

To tease her further, I made an offer that would light a fire under her ass. "You know, Lukey, if you come and sit next to your cousin I can blow both of you at the same time."

I peeked around the side of the console and made a "come hither" motion with my fingers. For added impact, I dropped my jaw and let it hang loose, with my long, slimy tongue dangling from my mouth.

Luke looked to his mother, his eyes wide with hope. "Can I, Mom?" I remembered having a similar conversation many years ago when trying to convince Cleo to let me take the boys go-kart racing. The youthful eagerness in his eyes had not changed one bit. Back then, she'd had to sit out the activity due to her motion sickness, thus making me both the cool mom and the cool aunt. There on the boat, I knew she wasn't going to simply hand me that second title.

She climbed off of her son and chugged the rest of her pineapple cooler. "No, sugar, Auntie Deb will not be sucking your dick." The emphasis on that "not" had clearly been intended for my ears.

"But," she continued, "lucky for you, I just finished my drink. Go sit next to your cousin."

Luke waddled over to us, impeded by the fact that he was removing his shorts as he did. His lengthy mommy-makeout session had given him plenty of time to get hard, creating a turgid snag for his bottoms to catch on as he tried to pull the waistband down. When he finally got them over the long, hard hump, the sudden release of tension sent his cock springing upwards, where it thumped against his belly.

"Jesus, Cleo." I covered my mouth with my hand. "What did you feed that boy?"

In truth, Tom was slightly larger than his cousin, but I knew the weight that such praise would carry. The enormous grin on Luke's face told me that I was right.

He wagged his dick side to side. "You like, Aunt Deb?"

I purred seductively. "You have a beautiful dick, Lukey. Whenever your mother stops being so jealous, maybe she'll let me have a taste."

Tom cleared his throat and gave an annoyed grumble. "Uh, Mom?"

I turned to him and gave his cock a quick kiss so he did not feel left out. "I know, honey. Just one second."

Then, I turned back to my nephew. "Get on the blowjob bench, Lukey."

He climbed on and looked down at me, his eyes alight with wonder. A small part of me felt a little nervous that he was watching me so intently, but a much larger part thrived on having an audience. I wanted to impress the boys, so I grabbed a hold of both of Tom's thighs to prove everything I was about to do would be hands-free.

Finally, as I was sure my son had been wanting me to for the past few minutes, I dipped my head into his lap and gulped his dick back into my mouth with a loud slurp that was categorically unladylike.

I forced myself to accept more of him than I had the first time, and pushed the fat, bulbous head as far down my throat as I could. My body lurched when he brushed my gag reflex, but I had always been good at stifling it. I steadied my resolve and, after pulling back a little bit to take a breath through my nose, mustered the courage to lodge him further backmagnificent six inches were stuffed in my throat- maybe more, but my body wasn't a precision measuring device. I could feel him throbbing against the back, nudging the plush wall each time it expanded.

I pulled back and took another breath, then dove to the bottom and plunged Tom's cock into the pink tunnel of convulsing flesh where I could treat him to a slippery throat hug. The walls shrank to match his exact shape, gluing themselves to the bloated pipe so tightly that, had been its own living, breathing entity as I had previously imagined, it would have been struggling mighty to do the latter.

My eyes were shut so tightly that a tear was pinched from the corner. Since my face was tilted forward, it ran down the side of my nose and dripped onto Tom's balls.

"Jesus, Aunt Deb!" Luke exclaimed. "Get that fucking dick!"

His praise made my heart grow two sizes. I could not see him, but I flashed a thumbs up in the general direction that his voice had come from. Tom was the one buried in my throat, but hearing his cousin cheer me on made me feel like I was making him happy, too.

Tom laid his hand, which had once been steering the ship, on the back of my head and sank his fingers into my luscious blonde hair. I fell to pieces in an instant, surrendering myself to the man that gripped me with such firm authority while I serviced him. I was still his mother, but at that moment I wanted to give him anything he wanted, even complete control.

"Mom," he said definitively whilst petting my hair, "look at me."

I opened my eyes and felt another tear stream down the side of my face. I blinked at him a couple of times, batting my eyes to look as innocent as possible while we both felt him ballooning in my gullet.

He brushed hair out of my eyes with his thumb. "Fuck. You are gorgeous, Mom."

"Hank hou, hoey," I gurgled around his fat dong, and felt a fat, juicy glob of spit dribble out of the corner of my mouth.

"Oh, God," Cleo sneered sarcastically. "You're gonna get them addicted to blowjobs if you don't dial it back."

She looked down at me - at my puffed out cheeks, the tears rolling down my face, and the saliva spilling from my plugged maw - and laughed so hard that she fell to her knees.

"Holy fuck, Deborah!" she howled amidst the giggle fit. "You look like a straight up pornstar!"

The boys narrowed their focus on me, and studied the scene of incestuous depravity as though they were analyzing a finely painted masterpiece.

Luke stroked his chin. "Hmm. She's kind of right, Aunt Deb."

"Yeah, Mom. You look like a wh--"

Cleo clapped her hands to shut him up in an instant. "Thomas!"

He recoiled. "W-what? What did I do?"

"I know you were not about to call your mother a whore, right?"

Tom squirmed in his seat. "Er, uh, no. But you called her that just before we left, didn't you?"

Cleo scoffed, then walked over next to me on her hands and knees. "She's your mother, Tommy. You can't call her that."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her scoot between Luke's legs. "To me, though, she's just my slutty little sister."

I popped Tom's dick out of my and, after slurping the messy strands of drool back into my mouth, shot her the dirtiest look I could. "You're the older one. You should have set a better example."

As though it were a casual occurrence, Cleo licked her palm and spat saliva into the center of it, then tightly coiled her slimy mitt around her son's fat cock head. She worked her hand back and forth a few times, spreading her homemade lube around the puffy knob until it was evenly coated.

"Come on, now," Cleo said as she stroked. "We both know you lost your virginity, like, two years before I did."

I blushed, because she was absolutely right. I had always been more sex-positive than her, but that part of me had been stamped out thanks to the dull, uninteresting sex that had come with marrying my husband. Being able to reawaken that forgotten part of me with Tom had already been a dream come true, and it was far from over.

I stuck a pinky out to her. "Fine. Truce?"

She rolled her eyes and accepted the peace offering. She had no sooner spoken than she dipped her head into Luke's lap and gobbled his shiny cock head between her pursed lips.

The tiny, insignificant barge quickly became the hottest spot on the water. Onboard were two loving, doting mommies with their gullets stuffed to the brim with swollen dongs. It was a scene that would have brought the nation to its knees.

Cleo and I took turns trying to outdo each other. Since we could not see each other when our boys were jammed into the back of our throats, the only way we could one-up the other was to produce wet, evocative sputtering sounds to drown each other out.

I choked on Tom's enormous cock, but held him in place while my body decried its own suffocation. I gagged, spitting up a gob of foamy saliva onto his dick that I quickly sucked down, much as I had when he would spill milk on the kitchen table as a boy. It seemed that a mommy was never finished cleaning up after her son, and I did blame him for being the one to make such a mess of me.

The boys clearly enjoyed being vessels for our competition, since neither of them had stopped moaning long enough to form a single coherent word. Their noises surely carried across the calm water, but I enjoyed the idea that some unwitting family was hearing my son wail like a banshee as I packed him into my throat.

One glance upward revealed that Tom, against his better judgment, had his eyes closed. I knew he was succumbing to pleasure, and hoped that he had paid enough mind to the water before shutting his eyes to ensure that we would not run aground.

I looked over at my sister, and she at me. We exchanged a knowing look that said everything we could not, given how full our mouths were. It had taken so much planning to get to where we were, and it still didn't feel real. That's quite a thing to claim about an experience that had us choking, gagging, spitting, and sucking by turns, but it's the truth.

I gave her a wink, then plunged myself as deep onto Tom's dick as my throat would permit, as if to say to her, "Look what I can do." My eye fluttered helplessly as I bore down, but I did not falter.

"Mom," Tom said urgently, "I'm gonna cum, like, really soon."

"Mmhmm, mm hmm," I said, though I was well aware that it did more to massage his dick as my tongue and jaw moved around than to actually communicate anything.

Luke laughed at his cousin for popping first. "Looks like I win, man."

"Fuck off, man," Tom mumbled. "She's been sucking me for way longer. That's not fair."

I heard Cleo release the suction seal around her son's cock. "Play nice, boys."

I swatted Tom's thigh and pointed a finger up at him. "Hmmm mmhm, mm!"

"Er, yeah," he said, though I knew he still had no idea what I was saying. "Sorry, Mom. Can I cum now? Please?"

I adored a boy with manners, and simply could not say no -- though even if he had not been so polite, I would have been inclined to say yes anyway. I did not appreciate the term "cum-slut," which had only ever been thrown around by my sister, but it was apt.

I had always loved the sensation of a man's hot, salted cream melting on my tongue, and the look of astonishment on his face when I swallowed it all in one gulp. It had made me quite popular in university, before I'd met my husband. His poor diet had made his cum taste like battery acid. Believe me when I say that I'd tried for years to improve the flavor, but to no avail.

With that in mind, I tried not to seem overeager for my son to dump his hot milk into my guts, where I would be able to feel it churning for the rest of the afternoon. Just thinking about it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I pulled my head back. "Ready, honey."

I opened my mouth and draped my tongue over my chin to create a gaping, red target for him to paint. I wiggled my tongue back and forth while I clenched my throat muscles, hoping to entrance him with the kaleidoscopic display.

Tom took one last look at the water for safety, then stared down at me. He wrapped a hand around his cock, but did not need to give it more than a few ceremonial strokes before announcing, quite loudly, that he was going to cum. I hoped that that poor hypothetical family still hadn't closed their windows.

My son fired one, then two, then three spurts of cum in rapid succession, quenching my insatiable thirst with a thick, buttery blanket. My tonsils swam in a pool of glue, into which Tom did not hesitate to add the remaining dribbles from his tip. I could feel a layer of goo pasted to my tongue, the flavour of which brought me back to my days as a dorm-room whore.

Few things in the world made me as happy as extracting cum out of a willing participant with just my hands and mouth, and that time I had barely even used my hands! The pleasure that I was giving my son gave me just as much fulfilment as an orgasm of my own -- well, almost as much.

Tom licked his lips. "Are you gonna... you know?"

I tilted my head to the left, making the mouthful of cum slosh to the side of my cheek and pool against my molars. "Ab I gobba wha?"

His eye nearly popped out of his head. Every word that I spoke was forced through the thick membrane of cum that plugged the back of my throat. When the words came out, they had to fight to break through to the surface.

I gargled further, aerating his cum so that it grew into a tower of bubbles that steadily built upon itself. The tower grew higher and higher, and I soon saw the tip of the monument breach the corners of my lips, where it seeped down the sides of my jaw and began to dribble onto my tits.

"What the fuck," Luke gasped.

Cleo turned to look at me, and popped Luke's dick from her mouth. "God, Deb. You still do that trick?"

I nodded happily, content to have built the tower as high as it needed to go. I used my fingertips to usher the stray lumps of cum into my open moth, then closed the hatch and swished the mouthful around in my swollen cheeks, tossing the butter over my taste buds on each pass.

I braced myself, digging my fingers into Tom's thighs as I threw his cum to the back of my throat. It took two large, concentrated swallows, both of which took a fair bit of effort, but it was worth the struggle. My son's babies plummeted into my belly and mingled with the pineapple spritzer from earlier, no doubt coaxing up the tiny, cute burp - I swear it was - that followed immediately after.

Luke swallowed dryly. "Um, can you do that, Mom?"

Cleo laughed. "Not a chance, muffin. Mommy doesn't swallow."

Without missing a beat, Luke turned to me and pleaded for me to intervene. "Please, Aunt Deb, please, please let me cum in your mouth."

"Ask your mother, Lucas," I insisted, not wanting to usurp her authority.

He literally clapped his hands together as though he were in prayer. "Mom, can Aunt Deb swallow for me? Your mouth feels so good, but... I mean, no girl has ever let me do that before!"

Cleo rolled her eyes and sat back on her butt, then motioned for me to take her place. "By all means, go ahead."

To balance out my sister's sour attitude, I seduced her son with the sweetest look of affectionate longing that I had ever performed whilst I slithered between his legs. It was easy to reach my pinnacle when it was in pursuit of one-upping her.

I put a finger to my lips and bit down on the nail. "Gosh, honey. You want me to put all that yummy cum in my tummy?"

He nodded so fast I feared he would throw himself off of the boat. His dick was so hard that it looked ready to near explode off of his body, so I knew I would not have to do much to encourage him.

"Oh, Jesus, Deb. You're being a brat," Cleo asserted.

I waved her off. "And you're being a prude. Now, begone; Mommy is hungry."

I turned to her son and brought my lips down to kiss his inner thigh. "Are you close, Lukey?"

"Y-yeah, Aunt Deb," he admitted. "Could you maybe, like, use your mouth, too?"

I smirked, filled with arrogance that he would request my mouth after having been so lovingly tended to by his mother. "Of course I can, sweetheart. Do you want it now?"

He nodded again.

I kissed up his thigh, inching towards the rock solid erection clutched in his hand. "Let go, Lukey. It's my turn."

He released his cock and put his hands by his sides, eagerly anticipating what I would do next. To me, there was only one option-- to put his dick in my mouth.

I closed my lips around the head and slid them down until he was jammed against my uvula. I massaged him with tender caresses of my silken throat flesh, undulating the walls around his member as its throbbing reached an apex.

Into each of my hands, I took one of his testicles and rolled them back and forth in my fingers. I weighed the heavy sack - much larger than my son's - and feared that the amount of cum he was about to produce would drown me. I thought about asking Cleo how much he had cum when they'd had sex, but it was too late to pause.

If I had pulled back, Luke's first triumphant eruption of cum would have stretched across my forehead and painted my hairline. Thankfully, I had him locked safely within my mouth, so neither that nor the following stream of salty syrup - which I deduced was at least twice the size of the first one - had a chance to fly freely.

Having my fear confirmed made my eyes widen, and though I was a fan of larger loads, I was caught off guard by the force with which Luke splattered my throat. For a brief second, despite how unlikely it was, I found myself seriously considering if he was peeing instead; that was how ridiculously long and solid the cable of cum had been. The taste, however, was too familiar to mistake.

It petered out quickly after that, as though his body had poured all of its energy into that second spurt, and I was soon nursing on his slowly softening cock with my cheeks puffed out from all that they were storing.

I slid him out fully, then pointed my open mouth to the ceiling so that he could gaze into the lake of translucent slime that clung to my teeth and dripped from the roof of my mouth.

"Whoa," he said.

"You got that right," Tom agreed, having joined him in staring into the pit of paste.

I thrived on their attention, and wanted to be at the center of it for as long as I could, but the taste of Luke's cum was so similar to my husband's that I found myself wishing with all my might to have Tom's sweet, tangy semen basting my tongue once more.

I buckled down, wincing as I tried, for the boy's enjoyment, to swallow it all at once. I got most of it down, but choked on a particularly petulant glob that refused to stop clinging to my throat. I shook my head and took a deep breath, then gulped down the remaining dollops. I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue about to prove that I had done what was requested of me, and waited patiently for my favorite part: the praise.

"That was amazing, Aunt Deb!" Luke cheered.

Trying to keep both of their huge, gooey loads in my stomach made me hiccup like I'd spent the night drinking. I could feel them resting like heavy, white mud in the bottom of my stomach. "Jesus, Luke. I've never swallowed that much before!"

"Who tasted better?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Does it have to be a competition?"

Both boys chimed in simultaneously with a resounding, "Yes."

I thought about it, or rather, pretended to. "In that case, I'm sorry, Lukey. You need to eat more pineapple."

Tom pumped his fists in the air. "Woohoo!"

"But still tasty, honey," I reassured him. "That's why I didn't spill a single drop."

Tom did a celebratory dance in his seat and took one long, final swig of his beer to finish it off.

Luke grabbed both of them a refreshment from the cooler. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this one."

I hiccuped again, and held a hand over my mouth out of reflexive embarrassment when everyone turned to look at me. "Oh, my goodness. Those little guys are kicking up quite a storm in there. I think I need some real food."

Luke was stunned. "You can feel them in there?"

I nodded and rubbed my belly, convincing myself that I could physically feel how bloated I was from the outside. "I sure can, honey. You two came a whole lot!"

Cleo stomped her foot. "That's why I don't swallow! Boys, apologize for making her seasick."

They did, but then Luke undermined his apology by saying, "You know, there's a joke in here about eating squid, but I can't seem to find it."

I held up a finger and turned away from him. "I do not want to hear it. Gimmie a sandwich, please."

I cuddled up beside Tom and rested my head on his shoulder. I chowed down on a turkey sandwich from the cooler while we tooted along on the water.

Beside us, Cleo was leaning against Luke with her feet up on the bench between me and her. Luke had one arm around her, and every so often would lean in to whisper something that made her giggle, then pepper her with a few quick smooches. It was amazing how quickly they took to acting like they were dating.

"Are we almost there?" I asked Tom.

He turned his head and gave me a peck on the lips, but I followed after him when he tried to pull away so our embrace would last a little longer. When we separated, he said, "Almost."

He kissed my knuckles, and my heart fluttered.

I hated how badly I longed to be twenty years younger so that he could be in my life forever. The vacation had barely begun, and yet I was already dreading its end.

"You okay, Mom?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

He chewed the inside of his cheek. "I dunno. You've just got this look in your eyes."

I grinned sheepishly. "I think they call that "puppy love," honey."

He blushed. "Well, then I puppy-love you, too."

It was music to my ears.

We arrived at the rock and found a spot to dock, then lay out our towels and to sunbathe on the massive stone slab. With the exception of the large, sprawling forest behind us, we were surrounded on all sides by calm, undisturbed water. It was serene, and sharing that moment with the three people I loved most in the world made it one of my most cherished memories.

We lay drank coolers while we watched the boys skip rocks. We also floated on pool noodles around the bay for a while, giving them time to bond without the constant request of sex hanging over their heads. I doubted that they cared, but we wanted to give them some time to have fun that was not entirely about making them cum.

We got out of the water to sunbathe before the clouds came in. I wished that I had brought a book with me, but had been so focused on sex that I had neglected to pack one.

I watched a crow flying overhead, casting its winged shadow down upon us. It performed a few customary circles, looping the bay a couple of times before abandoning its search for food and journeying off over the treeline behind us.

Oddly enough, in that moment, the ability to sprout wings and fly seemed a poor exchange for the freedom I had already been gifted. I would not have traded places with a single living soul, no matter the riches their life may have offered.

That daydream was interrupted by the call of nature, and I was thankful that I had only been feasting on a mostly-liquid diet that day. With the exception of half a turkey sandwich, there was nothing but alcohol and semen bubbling in my gut.

The wine coolers had gone through me in just over an hour, which was actually a record. I stood up and brushed the dirt off of my bottom, then reached out a hand for my sister. "I have to pee; come on."

She scowled at me from her towel where she was been sunbathing. "Please, no. The sun is perfect right now. Just go in the water!"