She pulled from me and opened the door to find her mother vacuuming in the living room. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, her hair a brassy-brown that gleamed as she moved. She saw us and turned off the vacuum cleaner.
“I didn’t know you were bringing a friend over.” Her mother glanced at me. “He’s cute.”
“Mom, this is Jason and…” Donna took a deep breath. “As you can see, he’s a big supporter of M. I. L. F. S.”
“Love MILFs,” I said, and I didn’t mean the charity.
“He loves his own mother a lot,” Donna added. “He’s a mother fucker.”
“Oh, that’s so brave of you,” Mrs. Lemon said, tears misting her green eyes. “Dick, do you hear that, honey? Donna’s friend is a mother fucker.”
I hadn’t noticed the man reading on the recliner. He set down his book, one of those legal thrillers from John Grisham, and sat up. He was a tall, blond man who was balding and wore reading glasses that he took off.
“Good for you, son,” he said. “I never fucked my mother, and she passed on before I got my act straight.”
“Thanks, Mr. Lemon,” I said. I didn’t expect her dad to be here.
“Well, Jason is part of a M. I. L. F. S. program where he is a surrogate for mothers whose sons won’t fuck them or who don’t have sons.” Donna hooked her mother’s arm. “He’s here to make love to you and let you have that thrill.”
Shock spilled across Mrs. Lemon’s face. She shuddered and then she squealed in delight. She broke from her daughter, threw her arms around my shoulders, and kissed me right before her husband. My cock throbbed feeling her large breasts through her top. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She kissed me with such fierce hunger.
“Mom,” Donna gasped. “Wow, way too fast. I have a pamphlet here. It says that you and I should put on some sexy lingerie.”
Mrs. Lemon broke the kiss with me and glanced at her daughter. “You need to put on something sexy, too?”
“Well, yeah.” Donna pulled out the M. I. L. F. S. pamphlet titled, All Moms Need Sons (Even If They Don’t Have One). “It says that a daughter who has no brothers should offer her boyfriend or another boy her age to fuck her mother and that for the best results, she should be an active participant. It’s right here, ‘When using a surrogate son, it’s important that one of the mother’s natural-born children are present and are an active participant. Usually, this is a daughter. The normal taboo of mother-daughter incest is not found when a mother and a daughter are sharing her boyfriend our friend. To make the experience as exciting as possible for all participants, that element of familial love will be found in the forbidden passion of a mother and her daughter. Besides, every guy wants to see a hot, young girl with a sexy, older woman.'” Donna glanced at me. “Right?”
“Right,” I said, my hands sliding down to grab Mrs. Lemon’s ass as she kept hugging me. “That’s all true, Mrs. Lemon. But it’s your choice. I’m here to please you however you want. Think of me as your son… Mom.”
She shuddered. “We’ll follow the pamphlet. M. I. L. F. S. has spent years researching this subject. I’ve been donating to them for a decade. I’m glad it’s paying off.” She smiled. “My own son to fuck.”
She broke away from me and grabbed Donna’s hand, dragging her daughter towards the stairs. Over her shoulder, Donna called, “I’ll let you know when we’re ready.”
“Yeah,” I said and then I was alone with Mr. Lemon.
He marched over to me and clapped a hand on my shoulder. “That’s a good thing you’re doing for my wife. A real good thing. She wanted a son so bad, but we just weren’t dealt that hand. None of Chrissy’s boyfriends ever stepped up.”
“Oh, I’m not Donna’s boyfriend,” I said, my cheeks burning.
“You sure?” He looked me up and down. “Donna’s never brought a boy over. I think she’s ashamed of the quality of boys she dates.” I could tell her father didn’t approve of them. “But you, son.” He nodded. “A mother fucker. Damn, you’re a good kid.”
Damn, this belt made the world surreal. There were times when I wished I didn’t know we were all under its mind-control spell. That this would all seem so normal to me. Would I ever adapt to this alternate reality?
Who had made this? Why? I kept wondering why any creature would ever do this? What did they get out of it?
Mr. Lemon put on Fox Sports. The football game that Dad must have been watching while I was fucking Mom’s brains out yesterday was being talked about. I didn’t even know that our team had won. I never was a big sports guy. After fifteen minutes, I was rescued by Donna calling, “We’re ready for you. Mom’s waiting.”
“If you’ll excuse me, Mr. Lemon,” I said, standing up.
“Fuck my wife good and hard,” he said. “And my daughter, too. I guess you’ll be enjoying both.” He shook his head. “I missed out on a threesome with Shannon and her mother, didn’t I?”
“I guess so,” I said and hurried out of the room, my dick so hard.
I rushed up the stairs two at a time. I had a MILF to please. My heart pounded as I reached the second floor. Mrs. Lemon stood in a doorway at the far end of the hallway in a purple nightie that clung to her large breasts, her nipples poking hard at the satin material. It barely fell past her waist. She turned and headed inside, the bottoms of her butt-cheeks visible.
I hurried in after, my dick throbbing. It was dim in the room, the curtains drawn. I shut the door after me. Donna wore a baby doll nightie of black and trimmed in pink lace. She also had a thong on, exposed by her lingerie parting in the front to leave her bellybutton exposed.
“Goddamn, you two are hot,” I groaned at the sight of them. “Mrs… Mom and Donna, you two are smoking hot.”
“Mom,” Mrs. Lemon said, standing by her daughter next to the bed. Then she turned, cupped her daughter’s cheeks, and kissed her.
The sight of mother-daughter incest made my dick throb. Their tongues were dancing together. Doing this must be a step in the pamphlet that my mom had given Donna. I shuddered, their tongues flashing. Dancing. I peeled off my t-shirt as they kissed.
Donna’s hands grabbed her mother’s hips. They moaned. They both looked so much alike, save Donna’s hair was fiery. Youth and maturity coming together. I groaned, my fingers playing with the belt buckle.
Then I undid it. I kicked off my shoes and watched them, my heart pounding in my chest. This was so hot. My blood burned. Mother and daughter together. I shoved off my jeans and boxers, my cock popping out.
Mrs. Lemon broke the kiss and glanced at my dick. “Oh, my, he’s bigger than your father.”
Donna turned and grinned. “I know. Jason’s full of all sorts of surprises.”
With a wink at me, Donna drew up her mother’s nightie. As I stepped out of my jeans, I watched Mrs. Lemon’s flat stomach and then large breasts come into view. They were plump and ripe, two delicious melons topped by dusky pink nipples. She lifted her arms in the air and let her daughter throw her nightie to the floor.
Donna grabbed her mother’s breasts and kneaded them. She squeezed and played with them. I shuddered as she bent down and suckled a hard nipple into her mouth. She nursed with such noisy passion. Mrs. Lemon moaned.
“Mmm, you have such a big dick,” the MILF purred. “Ooh, you’re going to be such a wonderful son, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mom,” I breathed. It was weird calling her Mom and also exciting. But she wasn’t my mama. “I’m going to make you cum so hard.”
“Oh, yes,” the MILF moaned, her daughter sucking hard on her nipples.
Donna popped her mouth off one. Her mother started pulling off her baby doll nightie while the redhead latched onto the MILF’s other nipple. Mrs. Lemon moaned as her daughter suckled. Donna nursed with such passion as her round breasts quivered into view, her nipples pink and delicious.
A moment later, Donna popped her mouth off so her mom could pull off the baby doll nightie. I groaned at the sight of those youthful breasts quivering before her mother’s jiggling boobs. The nightie fluttered to the ground and they kissed again.
This time naked breast to naked breast. Firm, young titties pressed into soft, motherly boobs. I groaned, my dick throbbing hard as I watched the incestuous sight. A pair of purple panties clung to Mrs. Lemon’s plump rump while the thong vanished between the daughter’s butt-crack.
Donna’s thumbs snagged the waistband of her mother’s panties. She pressed them down, breaking the kiss to slide to her knees before her mother. Donna’s face was inches from her mother’s thick, brassy-brown bush dripping with her juices. Donna rubbed her lips into those curls as she rolled her mother’s panties down those lush thighs. Then they were off.
Donna purred and rose, her breasts sliding up her mother’s boobs to rub into them. They both glanced over at me as Mrs. Lemon hooked her daughter’s thong. The MILF slid to her knees now, her boobs dragging down her daughter’s body. Donna’s shaved pubic mound came into view. The start of her tight slit vanished between her thighs.
“You two are so fucking hot,” I groaned. “Donna! Mom! Wow.”
Mrs. Lemon pressed her cheek into her daughter’s pubic mound and smiled at me. It was such a hot shot. Then she rose, her daughter’s thong in hand. She tossed it at me. It landed on my cock, draping off my dick for a moment.
“Mmm, now the pamphlet advises that I should be sitting on my mom’s face when you fuck her,” purred Donna. “Just grinding my twat on her lips. That’s supposed to give you that incestuous thrill to make this seem more like she’s your real mother.”
“That sounds perfect,” I groaned.
“He just wants to watch a mother eat her daughter,” Mrs. Lemon purred.
“While fucking you hard, Mom,” I added.
Mrs. Lemon shuddered, her big boobs jiggling. Then she slid onto her marriage bed, rumpling the white comforter dotted with little pink and purple flowers. Her tits formed two lush and quivering mounds. The sight was so stirring. My heart pounded in my chest. My blood was on fire.
Then Donna crawled onto her mother, straddling her head. Those young boobs quivered as Donna lowered her shaved twat to her mother’s waiting lips. I quivered as I watched that taboo moment of contact. The daughter’s cunt planted on the mother’s mouth.
“Yes,” Donna moaned, her mother’s jaw moving. “Oh, my god, Mommy, lick my pussy. Ooh, eat it while Jason fucks you hard.”
I crawled onto the bed, my dick throbbing and aching. It was just pulsing, eager to slam into her. I had to fuck her hard. Just bury to the hilt in her cunt. I wanted to plow into her. I wanted to fuck her hard. My dick was aching for it. Just throbbing for that MILF bliss.
I moved to the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I slid onto it. As I did, Mrs. Lemon moaned, “Fuck my cunt, Jason! Fuck my pussy! I need you in me.”
“Yes, Mom!” I groaned, that need to please the MILF building in me. She was a mom who needed me. I had to slam into her and give her what she craved.
I crawled closer and closer to her. Donna shot her hand out and grabbed my dick. She brought it to her mother’s pussy. She pressed me into that thick bush. The curl spilled over my dick. My cock throbbed in Donna’s grip. Then came the wonderful moment when my cock kissed into the MILF’s bush. A shiver rushed through me.