If Mom wanted it, I would be a good boy. I had to be a good boy. I didn’t really think about how little choice I had. Most of the time, what my mom wanted was what I wanted. I felt so good when I obeyed her. And it usually ended in my cock spurting cum into one of her holes.
We came downstairs. Dad was watching Golf on ESPN and nursing a beer. It was Saturday morning. He was off. He was a lieutenant in the Puyallup Police Department, so he had much better hours than he used to when I was a kid.
“Honey!” Mom said, walking up to Dad. “Your son has knocked me up.”
“What?” Dad asked. He closed the recliner and popped to his feet. “That’s wonderful, Rita.”
He caught Mom up in a hug. Before I could warn him about what she had just been doing, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Mom hugged him back, pressing her naked body into his for a moment. Then she broke away from him.
Dad grinned at me. He ruffled my hair. “Good work, son. Just a month since you two started, and you already knocked her up. Packing some powerful swimmers.”
“Dad,” I groaned, embarrassed by this. I was naked. I didn’t need to hear this.
“Jason,” Mom said, a big smile on her lips. “I have a bunch of housework to do. Why don’t you go over to Donna’s? I’m sure she would be thrilled to find out you bred me.”
“Sure, Mom!” I said, my dick twitching. “I bet she would.”
Mom threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth. I couldn’t object. She wanted to kiss me now. Her naked tits piled soft against my chest. Her nipples hard. I grabbed her ass, our tongues dancing. My dick twitched against her. I wanted her again, but…
She wanted me to go to Donna’s.
I broke the kiss and said, “I’m so glad I bred you, Mom!”
She beamed at me.
I raced upstairs to get dressed. When I emerged in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I found mom had put on some yoga pants and a tank top, her hair tied back. She looked ready to do some serious housecleaning. She spent Saturday mornings really going all out.
“Have fun,” she told me and gave me another dick-hardening, incestuous kiss.
I raced to Donna’s house on my bike. Though I was eighteen, I still hadn’t gotten around to getting my license. I had been busy with Mom. I was eager to see her. In ten minutes, I was at my girlfriend’s house. I parked my bike in the driveway and raced up to the front door, ringing the doorbell.
Donna answered the door–I had tipped her off that I was on my way over. My redheaded, cheerleader girlfriend squealed when she saw me. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me like we hadn’t had a great date–and a hot threesome with my mother–last night. She pulled me into the house at the same time, her tongue lithe and wonderful.
I loved my mother the most, of course, but Donna was a close second. She was cute and sexy and amazing. I groaned into her lips as her mother bustled into the room. Mrs. Lemon had a big smile on her face as she swept to us.
“Don’t hog him, Donna,” she purred, wearing just her housecoat, a blue robe lightly belted.
Donna broke the kiss and purred, “Sorry, Mom! He just gets me so wet.”
“I know,” Donna’s mother said, her green eyes hot. She had brassy-brown hair, almost a coppery hue. She threw her arms around my neck and soundly kissed me. Since she didn’t have any sons, I was a surrogate. It was hot fucking mother and daughter, especially with Mr. Lemon in the house.
I broke the kiss with the MILF while Donna quivered. “So, what’s the news?”
“News?” Mrs. Lemon asked, patting her hair. She had makeup on. A subtle amount. She spruced up when she heard I was coming over.
“I bred my mother,” I said.
Donna squealed in delight and bounced up and down, her boobs heaving in her negligee top she wore. A pair of short-shorts left her toned thighs bare. She had a tight body. Mrs. Lemon beamed at me and clapped her hands together.
“Well done, young man,” said Mrs. Lemon. “Ooh, that makes me wonder. I’ll be right back.”
She rushed to the garage. Her husband must be out there. She was gone a minute while Donna peppered me with questions. I told her how we found out. Her green eyes sizzled with her excitement at the naughty news.
Mrs. Lemon came back in. “Well, I sent your father out on an errand. Why don’t we go up to my bedroom and have some fun.”
“Ooh, yes,” moaned my girlfriend. “Mom’s been so lonely. You haven’t fucked her in a week.”
“Sorry,” I said. “It’s been busy studying for midterms.”
“That’s okay,” Mrs. Lemon purred. “I have a vibrator. Her father is just useless in the sack after I’ve had you. Haven’t even wanted to touch him.”
“She wants to be bred by you,” added Donna. “Daddy only gave her daughters. She wants a son of her own to raise.”
“Glad to give it,” I said as Mrs. Lemon led the way, her housecoat opening. She let it fall off her as she went up the stairs, her naked rump coming into view.
Donna, clinging to my arm, smacked her lips as she stared at her mother’s ass. The only incest that this world thought was okay was mother/son incest. Except if a woman was having a “surrogate” son fuck her, like her daughter’s boyfriend. Then the daughter was encouraged to join the fun and be intimate with both.
It was a strange world the belt buckle created but an exciting one.
Mrs. Lemon, and her gorgeous rump, led the way to her bedroom. She slid into it and turned to face us, her big breasts swaying back and forth. They were soft and plump, her nipples dusky pink and thrusting hard from her wide areolas. Her daughter had lighter pink nipples.
I glimpsed those a moment later as Donna peeled off her top. She threw it to the ground, her tits jiggling. She pinched her nipples and tweaked them. Her hips wiggled back and forth, clad in those tight shorts of hers.
Mrs. Lemon grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to her. I groaned, kissing her with hunger. My hands slid around her waist. I held her ass, kneading her plump rump as we came together. Her lips melted hot against my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and stirred around in her.
She pulled me to the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, Donna wiggled out of her short-shorts, her round tits swaying. Her green eyes had such a delight. I loved it as I let the MILF take charge. She wasn’t my mother, but part of me still wanted to be a good boy for her.
She didn’t have a son to breed her. To fuck her. To make her cum like she deserved.
Her tongue thrust into my mouth as she turned me and then pressed me down on the bed. She sank with me, straddling me. My cock throbbed in my pants. She broke the kiss and smiled at me, her big boobs swaying.
“Mmm, let’s get you naked,” she cooed. “My daughter and I are going to ravish you.”
“God, yes,” I groaned, wanting the MILF and Donna to do that to me.
“Mmm, let’s get these shoes off,” Donna said and attacked my right tennis shoe. Her mother grabbed my shirt and pulled it up my body.
I let her, thrusting my arms over my head. She threw it to the side and groaned at the sight of my naked torso. She rubbed at my chest, this wicked gleam shining in her eyes as she caressed my boyish body.
“You are such a sexy stud, Jason,” she moaned, her big boobs swayed. “I get why Donna loves you.”
“She loves me?” I asked.
“Big time,” Donna said. “Haven’t you noticed?”
“A little,” I said as she took off my other shoe. “What you did last night… Damn.”
Donna giggled. “That was fun. The look on your mother’s face… She was shocked and delighted all at the same time. You don’t know it, but she thanked me for doing that. Said, ‘I’m so glad my son met you. You’re wonderful for him.'”
“Mom approved,” I said, Mrs. Lemon grinding her cunt on my jeans, her bush rustling on the denim. “You approve of me, Mrs. Lemon?”
“I’m about to ride your big dick, aren’t I, young man?” she purred. “Oh, I approve!”
SMACK!
The stinging sound of a spank to the rump and a gasp from Mrs. Lemon echoed through the room. “If you don’t get off him, we can’t take his pants and boxers off so you can fuck him, Mom.”