Mom Comes Calling 2

Mom Comes Calling, Ch. 2 of 2
by JetBoy

I could only watch in utter shock as Mom reached up to hold her top shut. Ignoring her feeble efforts, Jenny unfastened the remaining buttons calmly, as though she was undressing a child. I waited for Mom to move back, even shove her away — but she only stared, her expression one of disbelief as Jenny slid the light yellow top from her shoulders. Mom was now standing before us in slacks and a plain white bra. My heart pounded as I awaited Jenny’s next move.

She reached behind my mother to unhook and remove her bra, dropping it carelessly to the floor. Her eyes never left Mom’s as she bent down to take a nipple into her mouth.

“I…I d-don’t…” Mom stammered, then her eyes seemed to glaze over, a soft whimper escaping her throat as her lips parted.

I couldn’t believe this. Mom wasn’t putting up any sort of a fight — she was actually allowing Jenny to seduce her. In fact, she was getting excited!

As Jenny’s tongue played over my mother’s nipples, her hands deftly unfastened Mom’s pants and slid them down her shapely legs, exposing sheer white panties. They were conservatively cut, but I could see the dark triangle of her pubes through them.

That icy knot of fear at the base of my spine was fading fast, while a very familiar warmth was making itself felt in my cunt as I stared at my mother’s nearly nude body. God, she was hot.

As if she was reading my mind, Jenny swiveled her head toward me and said, “Marilyn, come here.”

Carla nudged me forward and my feet hesitantly carried me to Jenny, who was now openly fondling my half-naked mother. I stood before them. Mom’s head was tilted back, her eyes closed.

Jenny moved to one side, transfixing me with a look. “Go on,” she purred. “Kiss Mommy’s nipples.”

I felt every sensation imaginable at that moment. This was incredibly wrong, but I couldn’t take my eyes from my mother’s breasts. Damn it, what was Jenny trying to do to me?

“I — I can’t…” I said, but it was barely audible.

“Marilyn…” Jenny said sternly, a catch in her voice I knew all too well.

It was incest, it was utterly forbidden, this was my mother…yet I dared not disobey.

My gaze flickered to Mom’s bare breasts, and I shivered at the sudden realization that I wanted to taste her nipples — wanted to feel them stiffen in my mouth.

My mother and I stared at one another for a small eternity, our faces burning, then her eyes drifted shut. I understood. Maybe she didn’t want me to do this thing, maybe she did — but like me, she was unable to stop it from happening.

I slowly leaned forward, my lips grazing her nipple. Then my tongue trailed slowly over her skin, caressing the soft bare flesh of my mother’s breast.

“Oh, God,” Mom moaned, although I wasn’t sure whether it was from pleasure or humiliation. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jenny’s hand slip into Mom’s panties, then heard her fingers moving in my mother’s wet pussy. With her free hand, Jenny guided my head to Mom’s other breast, and I took that nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently.

A moment later my mother’s arms gently drew my head close, cradling me to her breasts as if I were an infant again, and she was encouraging me to nurse from her.

Jenny knelt to slide Mom’s panties down to her feet. I glanced downward to steal a glimpse of my mother’s full thatch of chestnut pubes. The sight of her pussy sent my arousal soaring even higher. I couldn’t believe I was having sexual thoughts about my own mom, that I was actually pleasuring her breasts with my mouth. I guess Jenny and Carla really had molded me into a lesbian slut.

I sensed Carla standing close behind me, then moaned around Mom’s nipple as my lover caressed my ass, her fingers slipping between my legs to graze the moist flesh there.

Suddenly Carla grasped a handful of my hair and pulled me away from Mom’s breasts, turning me around to face her.

I gasped. She was wearing her black strap-on cock, attached around her waist with a leather harness. Oh, God…was she really going to use that on me in front of my mother?

One hand on my shoulder, Carla shoved me into a kneeling position at her feet. Behind me Mom moaned as Jenny did something to her, I didn’t know what.

Carla’s cock was now inches from my face. “Suck it,” she said, guiding me by the back of the head until the head grazed my lips. I parted them and felt it slide into my mouth.

It felt so fucking weird to be doing this while my mother watched, yet I realized that I was getting more and more into the sheer kinkiness of the moment, to the point of wanting to push things even further. My hands slid around Carla’s back to fondle her ass as I bathed her cock with my tongue, licking it lewdly up and down, kissing the tip. She purred with delight as my fingers teased her butt crack.

After a minute or so, Carla placed a finger under my chin. “Stand up,” she commanded, and I released the cock and rose to my feet. My eyes were level with hers, our breasts lightly touching. My mouth tasted of latex.

Carla kissed me hotly, her hand stealing between my legs to slide a finger deep into my pussy. My mind was reeling, body pulsing with excitement. Leading me by the cunt, she walked us both over to the bed and shoved me onto it, climbing on to kneel between my thighs.

I spread myself wide open for her, knowing what she wanted, not caring anymore that Mom was watching. Hell, that only made me hotter.

That beautiful cock clenched in her fist, Carla slid the tip of it along the opening to my cunt, then began to slide the length of it into me. As she entered my body, I moaned as the air rushed out of my lungs. She kept going, penetrating me an inch at a time until her tummy brushed mine — then she reached around to grasp my ass and started fucking me for real.

Parting my thighs to take Carla deeper, I turned my head to see Mom staring at us as my lover began to ride me like an animal — hard and fast, just the way I liked it. My mother’s arms were entwined around Jenny, who was fingering her cunt.

Then Jenny kissed her. I saw Mom hesitate for a few seconds, then respond. She was timid at first, but my roommate’s passion was contagious, drawing out my mother’s lust. Within seconds, I thrilled to the sight of her tongue plunging into my lover’s mouth as their kiss grew hot and hungry.

I’d never even suspected that my mother was into women, but Jenny and Carla must have sensed right away that she was as open to lesbian love as I’d been when they first seduced me — and that Mommy was every inch the submissive slut that I had become.

Suddenly Jenny broke their embrace, leading my mother over to where Carla and I lay fucking. “Get on the bed,” my roommate said, forcing her to kneel next to my head. Carla raised herself to make room for Mom, barely missing a stroke.

“What– what–” my mother stammered as one of her knees came to rest by my ear. Her bare breasts dangled before my face for an instant, then she was straddling my head. Her pussy was inches from my mouth, glistening from the pleasure Jenny’s fingers had given her.

“Sit on her face,” Jenny purred, “and you’ll see how well we taught your little girl.”

My mother was frozen, unable to move of her own free will, but Jenny pushed her down until my mouth was buried between Mom’s thighs. She smelled incredible.

So I began to lick her, pressing my tongue into the wet flesh. I could feel where her clit lurked, a hard nub above her opening, and sucked on it, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned, her voice torn between pleasure and shock. Carla’s slippery cock was still pumping in and out, in and out of my dripping hole.

“Touch Marilyn’s clit, Donna,” Jenny said. “Here — like this.”

I couldn’t see Mom’s face then, but someone was guiding a hand between my legs, then I felt fingers hesitantly stroking my clitoris. Carla’s prick spread my cunt wide open as she took me without mercy.

“Now, touch her pussy…feel the way Carla fucks her,” Jenny said.

Mom’s delicate fingers traced my lips where they surrounded the plunging cock. The sensation was dizzying, and I suddenly felt the nearness of release.

Carla took one especially deep thrust, pinning my mother’s hand between us. My body tensed, then spasmed as an orgasm crashed into me like a ton of bricks.

I came like a wildcat, still eating Mom’s pussy as best I could. I guess I was getting the job done, because she began to come herself, grinding her cunt into my face. Finally I heard her cry out loud — then she slumped to one side.

I felt Carla withdraw, and I lay there in a daze, the air suddenly cool against my wet face as Mom slowly climbed off me and sank onto her side, facing the wall. Her shoulders quivered, and I suddenly heard her sob.

“Oh, God…what have we done?” she whispered. She was trembling with emotion, on the verge of tears.

I pressed myself against her naked back, nuzzling her neck, trying to reassure her. “Don’t cry, Mom,” I whispered, kissing her ear. “I love you.”

“Let me,” I heard Jenny say. She tilted her head away from the bed, indicating that I was to get up. I shakily rose to my feet, and she slipped into bed to take my place next to Mom, wrapping her arms around her and kissing my mother’s back and shoulders. Carla was sitting on my desk with her legs open, holding the cock up against her belly with one hand and fingering her cunt with the other.

My mother sighed as she began to respond to Jenny’s gentle lovemaking. I knew from experience just how persuasive my roommate’s skills of seduction could be. Finally Mom hesitantly turned around to face Jenny, smiling shyly, and they kissed.

Then Jenny rose to a kneeling position next to Mom and mounted her, a wicked smile on her lips as she positioned herself just above my mother’s wide-eyed face.

“I…I don’t…” my mother stammered as she stared at Jenny’s cunt, nervously licking her lips.

“Don’t be silly, Donna,” Jenny cooed, “you know you want to…” And she slowly lowered herself onto Mom’s mouth.

I couldn’t see my mother’s face, but Jenny soon sighed, happily hugging herself — so I knew that she was getting her cunt serviced the way she wanted. Soon, I could hear Mom’s mouth making wet sounds between my roommate’s thighs.

Carla was still seated on my desk, two fingers deep in her pussy. I took her in my arms and kissed her hotly, stroking her breasts with one hand, pausing to scissor a taut nipple between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth when I did that.

As our tongues played, I heard Jenny croon, “Ohhh, Donna…that feels so nice…oh, yes. Damn, Marilyn — your mother is really good at eating pussy.” I twisted around to watch her ride Mom’s face, my hands fondling Carla all the while.

Carla’s tongue trailed its way up to my ear, and she whispered, “I want to watch you finger your mom. Come on.” She seized my hand and led me over to the foot of the bed.

The view was unforgettable. A flushed Jenny was facing me, and my mother’s mouth was eagerly licking and sucking at her cunt. It was pretty obvious that Mom had done this kind of thing before.

I hadn’t really seen my mother naked since I was a little girl, and took this opportunity to drink in the sight of her bare body, feeling my desire growing sharp once more. She was soft and sweet and curvy in all the right places, with a truly succulent pair of breasts and shapely legs. Her pussy looked yummy and very wet — I could smell her from where I was standing.

Unable and unwilling to stop myself, I slipped my hand between Mom’s thighs to caress her sex — working a probing finger into her creamy canal, then another.

Mom’s upper face was hidden, but I saw her mouth glued to my lover’s cunt. I heard her make sounds of pleasure as she ate the pussy of a young woman, watched her hips rock to the tempo of my fingers as I fucked her harder.

Jenny’s head was thrown back, and she was panting like a dog. Suddenly a strangled cry burst from her lips as she exploded in a raging orgasm. Mom was nibbling her clit, her hands grasping Jenny’s hips, holding her as steady as she could while my roommate came in her face.

Finally Jenny gasped, “Th-that’s enough.” She climbed off my mom’s face and staggered over to collapse in a nearby chair, exhaling deeply as she sat.

Mom’s eyes met mine as I massaged her vaginal wall with my fingers. A look of purest adoration was on her face. “Honey,” she whispered.

Withdrawing my hand from between her thighs, I licked at my wet fingertips as Mom and I stared at one another, the lust we both felt openly revealed in our eyes. I knelt beside my mother, lowered my face to hers and claimed her mouth with mine. Her lips parted for me and we kissed like lovers, tongues entwining in a ballet of naked desire.

I broke our kiss, then climbed onto the bed to straddle Mom’s face just as Jenny had, my pussy directly above her parted lips. No words were needed — we both wanted this.

She began to lick me, tenderly at first — and before I knew it she was deep between my thighs, loving me with her mouth.

I had to pleasure her, too. My breasts were mashed against my mother’s tummy, the aroma of pussy rising to bewitch me yet again. Burying my face in her matted pubes, I kissed Mom’s clitoris as her tongue darted in and out of me.

Then I felt someone squeeze into the space between me and the bed’s headboard. A hand parted my buttocks, and two fingers anointed the crack of my ass with cool lubricant.

“Yeah, Carla. Do it!” Jenny growled, standing nearby.

I moaned into Mom’s pussy as the tip of the latex cock began to press against my anus, then popped inside. Carla fed it into me an inch or so at a time, gradually easing her way into my rectum.

I saw stars, moaning into Mom’s pussy as Carla slid her cock out — and back in. Then again. Again.

Carla didn’t have much room to work, and she was pressing against my back as she ass-fucked me, so I was sandwiched between the sweaty bodies of my mother and my lover.

The entire universe was reduced to my mother’s tongue, her pussy, Carla’s dick and my asshole. Nothing else existed…or mattered.

On the tenth stroke or so I raised my face from Mom’s sex and hissed through clenched teeth, “Harder…Jesus, harder! FUCK ME!”

So she shoved that cock into my hole with one hard thrust, her belly smacking against my ass. And with that, I fucking exploded.

My orgasm hit, fast and furious, roaring through me like a fireball. I was panting for breath, barely able to keep my mouth on Mom’s pussy. So I blindly worked her cunt with my fingers, tweaking the nub of her clit with my other hand.

Then in the midst of the ass pounding Carla was giving me, the fire in my belly swelled up and spilled over and I was coming again — the biggest one yet. I screamed, and that’s when my mom climaxed herself. I felt the first convulsion rock her body, and mine.

Somehow Mom and I managed to keep pleasuring each other as we both shook and shuddered in the sweetest of ecstasies. All the while Carla’s hard cock continued to plunge in and out of my rectum, until I finally regained enough of my voice to beg her to stop. She eased her latex toy out of me, and I crumpled onto my side, exhausted.

The smell of sex, thick and spicy, filled the room. I looked over at my mother to see her lying peacefully, a blissful smile on her lips. I crawled into her arms, and we shared a lover’s kiss. The last thing I remember before I dozed off was seeing Jenny stepping into the harness of the strap-on as Carla bent over the sofa, her ass high, waiting…

I woke a short while later to find Mom studying my face, her hand lightly stroking my hair. “Jenny and Carla stepped out for a little while,” she murmured. “They wanted to give us some time together.”

I snuggled against my mother, breathing in the sweetness of her skin. “I love you, Mom…God, I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby,” she replied, her hand sliding down to cup my vulva, “and as a woman, not just my daughter.”

My mouth sought out hers and we kissed once more, our tongues meeting, mingling. Then we simply held each other, talking about what had happened.

I asked Mom what had made her give in so easily to Jenny’s advances, and she smiled, telling me that she had been bisexual for many years — and since she’d divorced my father, back when I was fourteen, all her relationships had been with other women. In fact, I knew some of her lovers — acquaintances of hers who were actually much more. She even confessed to having gone to bed with one of my old school friends, a cute blonde named Tiffany, just a couple of months ago.

“Still, I wonder how Jenny knew to come on to you,” I wondered, entwining her fingers with my own.

“I guess she saw it in my eyes somehow that she could have her way with me,” Mom shrugged. “I’ve got a thing for strong women who take control…maybe she saw that in me, too. But I don’t know how she figured out that I was willing to make love to you, honey. I didn’t know that myself — not until you and I were fucking, that is!” She giggled, giving my hand a squeeze.

I bent my head to place a soft kiss upon her nipple. “I was surprised by how I felt, too. God, I had no idea that I wanted you that way. But I’m glad we got to — to be together.” I touched her lips with my fingers, and she kissed them. “Mom…will we make love again?”

Her warm eyes shone. “We will if I have anything to say about it. If you really want me, honey…I’m yours. Anytime you like.”

I slowly nodded, on the verge of joyful tears. “Oh, Momma.” Wow — I hadn’t called her that since I was a little girl.

I wrapped my arms around my mother, hugging her tightly. That was when the door opened and Jenny and Carla entered with a bottle of wine, ready for more fun and games.

Mom ended up staying with us for the whole weekend, and the four of us fucked and made love in every way imaginable. My favorite moment was when I donned the strap-on cock and took my mother’s ass for the first time, plowing her to a convulsive climax. She had never experienced anal sex before, and quickly came to adore it.

It was strange how Mom’s presence changed the dynamic that existed between Jenny, Carla and me. The themes of dominance and submission were still there, but my mother brought a warmth, a sweetness to the sex we shared that affected us all. She completed us somehow – and, by the end of the weekend, Carla and Jenny were utterly smitten by her. Mom felt the same, and she made a point of telling the girls that she loved them before climbing into her car to head home. I couldn’t recall ever seeing Jenny blush before, yet she did when she held my mother’s hand, whispering, “I love you, too.”

After that little holiday, we were a foursome — at least, we were as often as Mom could get together with us. She drove up to visit nearly every weekend, and sometimes the three of us took the train home to see her instead, throwing full-on lesbian orgies that spilled into every room of the house. Mom and I even had Jenny and Carla stay with us over the Christmas holidays one year, when the four of us indulged ourselves in every way imaginable for ten sex-filled days.

It’s been six years since that incredible afternoon when I discovered my mother’s hidden passion. Jenny and Carla each went their own way after graduation, though they both stay in touch. As for Mom and I, we are still secret lovers, and I couldn’t be happier. My mother is my best friend, partner, wife and bedmate — and I’ll always be her little girl.

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10 thoughts on “Mom Comes Calling 2

  1. Now that’s how a story should end everyone happy and loving I really enjoyed this………

  2. Incest is not my first choice for sexual stories but this one had a great story to it and ending was magnificent not this drunken sex type but a loving bond with ur mother

  3. Didn’t think I would like it – but – I LOVED it. Thank you for writing this. I think it was the open aggressiveness of the girls. Then the passionate delight of the sex between mother and daughter. Hmmm-mmmm good!

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