Rita Puts Family First

Literotic asexstories – Rita Puts Family First by OnlyHappyEndings,OnlyHappyEndings Three hikers climbed the trail that switched back and forth up the side of the Prospector, the smallest of three foothills that overlook Green Valley, Colorado. Calvin Taylor, in the lead, took what was to him a leisurely pace, occasionally looking back to check on his companions’ progress. Bringing up the rear, his older brother Edgar kept a watchful eye on him and their mother between them.

She was keeping up pretty well for a woman her age. Eddy had to grant her that. He watched her struggling up the pebble-strewn trail under the weight of the day pack she insisted on carrying. Her foot would slip from time to time, causing her to pitch forward and catch herself with her trekking pole. She would quickly recover and tenaciously resume the climb. In her fifties, she was more active and full of life than he remembered her in her forties, toward the end of her unhappy marriage to his father.

She was wearing the kind of shorts that are supposed to fit loosely but Eddy couldn’t help notice that hers were nearly tight on her thick thighs. When he was young it embarrassed him how much heavier she was than the other moms, picking them up at school or cheering them on from the sports field sidelines. He lived in a small world then and didn’t realize that the stick-thin women he was comparing her to, models and trophy wives, were not real life.

As Eddy matured, he came to appreciate the natural beauty of a full-figured woman. And today, even though she was his mother he allowed himself to admire her tan legs, shapely calves tapering down into her dainty leather boots. Her plaid flannel shirt hung unbuttoned and untucked over a yellow moisture-wicking t-shirt. A floppy hat covered her striking bronze hair that she was letting grow long this year. She was an attractive woman and he was sorry that he ever doubted it.

Two hours of steady climbing brought them to their goal, the flat top of the peak, a broad meadow of flowers surrounded by aspen and a pond of crystal clear water that glittered in the midday sun. The three of them sat down heavily in the grass and congratulated each other on the ascent. Eddy opened his canteen and passed it around several times. Rita got in the day pack and produced a modest picnic lunch.

“Let me guess,” said Cal in a mocking but friendly tone. “Peanut butter and honey on whole wheat. Apple, cheese stick, hard boiled egg…”

Rita produced three of each item as he recited them, dealing them like cards around the circle. “This is the good stuff. This is how you got big and strong.”

“Oh, and you paid up for the individual packages of trail mix.” Cal ripped his open and turned up the package to let some fall in his mouth. “With chocolate chips. You spoil us.”

“Nothing’s too good for my boys.”

They ate in silence, appreciating the idealness of the setting for their rustic meal. Eddy finished his last morsel and rolled onto his back. “It is so nice out here. Too bad we couldn’t get Alice to come.”

“She’s kissing Dad’s ass this week. Her loss.” Cal rolled onto his side, propped up on his elbow. “It was good timing of Grandpa to die in the summer.”

“Calvin, mind your manners.” Rita warned him.

“Oh, he’s beyond caring now. And the three of us aren’t offended, are we? It’s not like he was your dad.”

“Your father’s parents were very kind to me, before and after the divorce. And they doted on the two of you. So please, be civil.”

“Okay, Mama. I’m sorry.” Cal got up and stretched. “Hey, it’s so warm. Why don’t we go for a swim?”

Rita knitted her eyebrows at him. “That water is ice cold. Besides, we don’t have bathing suits.”

Cal leered at her comically. “We can go skinny dipping. How about that?”

“I think you’re crazy. How about that?”

Cal went off to skip rocks on the surface of the pond while Eddy and Rita strolled around the perimeter of the meadow. Eddy was annoyed with his younger brother but he kept it to himself. He didn’t want to cast a shadow on the beautiful day they were having. But Cal and his teasing… sometimes he went too far. It was hard to stay mad at him though. Later on he would have a friendly talk with his brother and that would be that. Or so he thought.

*****

“Have you noticed how hot Mom is lately?”

For a moment Edgar thought his brother had discerned his private thoughts. He glanced around the room, the private room at Green Valley’s second-best Italian restaurant, to see if they might be overheard. He took a sip of his burgundy and decided Cal was only asking his opinion. “She’s handsome, yes.”

“Oh, ‘handsome’ is the word, is it?” Calvin chuckled. “No, I mean hot, as in ‘she’s hot to trot’.”

They were with their father and his wife this evening. Alice was there, too, with her husband and children. The two boys were like mirror images of him and his brother when they were that age. “Please, Cal. You’re talking about our mother.”

“Yeah, yeah. She’s our mother. She’s also a woman, Eddy.” He kept his voice to a murmur but managed a tone of earnestness. “And she’s a hot one, too. You see it, don’t you?”

No one noticed the two of them conferring at the end of the table littered with glasses and half-eaten dishes. Dad was holding court and, as usual, had made himself the center of attention. “I haven’t noticed.”

“Okay. Have it your way. You can take my word for it. In divorce court I’ve developed a sixth sense about wives. Like which ones will remain steadfast virgins…” He gestured with his glass toward Jan, Dad’s thin, blond wife, “…and which ones will blow a guy in the parking lot.”

Eddy felt himself flush, partially in anger and partially in a bit too much to drink. He was smart enough to recognize that and bit his tongue. “Are you suggesting…?”

“I’m not suggesting, I’m telling you.” Cal had a snide smile on his lips and quickly raised his hand to ward off Eddy’s retort. “Hear me out, brother. She hasn’t always been that way. I’m not sure when it started but it’s been building up as the years go by. You have to admit, she’s changed since her and dad, you know.”

That was true. She was different. She dressed better, took care of herself. She was more confident and outgoing. Clearly he had noticed an air of sensuality about her that might not have been there before. “But that doesn’t mean she’s some kind of a, a slut.”

“Oh, Eddy. That is such an ugly word to describe our mother.”

Eddy’s brow darkened and he hissed, “That’s what you’re saying though.”

“Can’t a woman treat herself to a little loving without getting the scarlet letter?” Cal was using his used-car-salesman voice. “You’ve had sex, haven’t you? Illicit sex? Irresponsible sex? Does that make you a, a slut?”

Eddy didn’t bother arguing the point. He watched their father across the room, delighting his grandchildren with sleight of hand tricks. Alice gazed adoringly at him like the ass-kisser she was.

“You remember the pictures, right?”

He flushed again, remembering the pictures. It was not too long ago that Cal had sent him a link to a porn site with the words ‘WTF?’ and ‘Delete this’. It was one of those sites where guys post pictures allegedly of their girlfriends. And this particular gallery… “Dude, that wasn’t her. It looked like her, I’ll grant you that. But it wasn’t her.”

“Oh, wow. You really think so?” Cal leaned back and wheezed quietly in laughter. He sat up and whispered in Eddy’s ear, “It was her, all right. And it wasn’t Dad in the pictures with her. It wasn’t her current husband either.”

Eddy drained his glass and stood up. He was definitely drunk. “I’ve had about enough of your bullshit. I’m calling a cab.”

“I can take you, brother. I’m okay to drive.”

Eddy put his hand on Cal’s chest and gently pushed him to an arm’s length. “No, man. I’ve had enough of your bullshit.”

“You boys alright?” Dad’s voice boomed at them from the other end of the table. All eyes in the room were on them now.

Cal smiled and held up his hand. “We’re fine. Just going to get Edgar a cab.”

“Are you going to be mad at me?” Cal asked him as they waited on the sidewalk in the cool night air.

Eddy appreciated his brother’s readiness to bury the hatchet when they quarreled. “You go too far sometimes. It was inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry, Eddy. I thought you’d want to hear it and I was wrong. We cool?”

Eddy shook his hand and gave him a half hug. “We cool, bro.”

Eddy sat back on the vinyl upholstery of the cab as Cal waved him goodbye. He tried to clear his mind of the smut that his brother had filled it with. But the seeds were planted. Truthfully, though, the seeds were already there. His brother only watered them.

*****

It was a gray day, the kind you would want for your funeral. The brothers dressed in silence, black suits, white shirts, wayfarer sunglasses. Rita was a guest of their grandmother, the newly-minted widow. The two women were close, had remained close even after the split. Seeing them together must chafe Dad most uncomfortably but he didn’t have a word to say about it. He talked a lot behind her back but when she was around he was as meek as a lamb. Like Colonel Wickham to Mother’s Darcy.

Despite her mourning garb, Rita was a vision. Funny that he used to think of her as plain. Now, even her conservative black dress couldn’t mask the femininity of her figure. Her hint of makeup only revealed the natural blush of her cheeks. Her pillbox hat did its best to conceal the blaze of red tucked up underneath it. Eddy felt thoroughly like a bad person for ogling his own mother this way, at a memorial service, no less. Rita turned her head unexpectedly and caught his eye. He started, guiltily. She smiled kindly at him and he bowed his head to her.

The service stretched into the morning. Speeches were made. Songs were sung. Eddy was thinking about how much more enjoyable this would be if he was high. But then he thought about the kindly old man they were honoring and how they would never play cards together or billiards again. Staying straight and being bored for a few hours was the least he could do. He and Calvin rode to the cemetery with their father in his Lincoln Navigator. Jan looked very elegant and thin and blond.

The party formed a phalanx around the graveside, affording Eddy a better view of his mother. She looked even more appealing out here in the gray daylight, her face beautiful in its sadness. He did find her attractive, more and more attractive as the years went by, despite his denials the night before. He wondered how his father could have looked at her and thought, ‘I can do better’. Rita had become the definition of beauty to him and he evaluated a woman by how much she did or didn’t remind him of her.

Of course he thought it was her in those pictures Cal had shown him. Thought it was her but hoped it wasn’t, for her sake. He couldn’t stand the thought of nameless, faceless perverts seeing her so compromised, on her knees, performing oral on a man much younger than herself, a man perhaps closer to his age, in fact. He had to admit to himself that he was one of those nameless, faceless perverts, hoping it was her, imagining that it was him with her. He disgusted himself.

Grandfather’s casket was lowered into the grave and he took his place in line to pay his last respects. He shook men’s hands, hugged crying women. His young nephews tried to look sad but they were too young to appreciate the gravity. Eddy tousled their hair and chucked them under their chins. He clasped hands with his grandmother and kissed her on the cheek. Rita was standing apart from the group to let her former mother-in-law have the moment. He and Calvin went to stand on either side of her and she held their hands.

Eddy tried to purge his mind of carnal thoughts, focus on the solemnity of the ceremony. But having trod on a particular course his mind kept wanting to return to it. He would glance at his mother’s profile, mentally compare it with the images of a woman much like her kneeling in front of a man. His mind wandered to other links he had found, searching the unsavory corners of the internet. So far he had only come up with broken links and pictures of women who looked like her, close enough he could pretend if he didn’t look too closely. And though he disgusted himself he kept searching, hoping to find her, relieved when he didn’t.

He turned to glance at Cal over the top of Rita’s head. His brother turned as well, face impassive behind his sunglasses. He couldn’t admit to Cal that he likewise felt an attraction to their mother. No, he would have to pretend to be the responsible one, let his brother feel like the sole degenerate. Cal gave him a fraternal smile and turned his face back to the crowd. Eddy savored the touch of his mother’s hand and admired her profile.

*****

They had reservations at Kaiko’s. But the restaurant was having an evening rush so they had to wait for their table. There weren’t even seats at the bar so the three of them stood awkwardly in the lobby while they waited. Eddy was just about to suggest they go somewhere else when someone called his mother’s name.

“Oh my goodness! It is you.” The man was older than Eddy, but not much older. He was clean-cut and solidly built. And he was absolutely ecstatic to see Rita.

Rita, in contrast, stood frozen, staring at him with deer-in-the-headlights eyes.

The newcomer was taken aback but undeterred. “It’s me, Harvey. Remember?”

Rita instantly relaxed and gave him a gracious smile. “Captain Chambers, of course. What a surprise. How have you been?”

“It’s Major Chambers now,” Harvey replied smugly, “And I’ve been good, real good. How about you?”

“I’m good too. Congratulations on your promotion.” Rita darted a glance at her children. “We should, uh, catch up some time.”

“I’ve got time,” He said cheerfully, then lowered his voice and leaned his head toward her conspiratorially. “Are you staying here at the hotel?”

“Um, actually, Harvey, I’m visiting family right now. These are my sons, Edgar and Calvin.” She acknowledged them with a sweep of her hand.

Harvey’s demeanor changed markedly. He smiled benignly, shook their hands and told them what a pleasure it was to meet them. Then he gave Rita a little bow and made his retreat.

Just then the hostess invited them to follow her, interrupting what Cal was starting to say. They filed after her through the restaurant and were seated. Drinks were ordered and they flipped open their menus.

“Harvey seems like an interesting person.” Cal’s voice seemed calm, disinterested. “How do you know him?”

Rita did not look up from her menu, just stared at the appetizer section with wide blue eyes. “Oh, I knew him from when I worked for the civil service.”

“If you ask me, I think he was going to make a pass at you.”

She turned her eyes on him and fixed him with a gaze. “No one asked you, dear. The major was just happy to see an old friend. I’m sure he would have responded the same way to one of his old troops or even his barber.”

“Yes, you’re right, Mum. I’m sorry.” His voice was soothing, charming. “Would you mind if I ordered the prime rib?”

“I’d be concerned if you didn’t.” Maybe Rita was disarmed by Cal’s conciliation. Maybe not. But she visibly relaxed at the change of subject and turned her attention back to the menu.

Later, sitting in the kitchen of their rental, the brothers discussed the curious scene.

“Did you see those hungry eyes on Harvey?” Cal asked, inhaling a hit from the little pipe and handing it to Eddy.

Eddy took a hit and held it, set the pipe on the table. “It was weird. But that’s on him, not her.”

“If we weren’t there he would have gone for it. A guy doesn’t go for it if he doesn’t think he has a shot.”

“Well, she was single once. We can’t condemn her for having an old boyfriend.”

“No, no, brother. She didn’t join the civil service until AFTER she remarried. If she was polishing this guy’s boots it would have been a side gig.”

“Hmmm.” Eddy was surprised he missed that. Maybe his mind played a trick on him. It was bad enough thinking about his mother having sex. Thinking of her as a cheating wife made it worse.

“I think their acquaintance is more than casual. I’m certain Harvey was going to ask her to spread for him. And if I was a betting man, I would not have bet against him.”

The thought of it made Eddy ill. “Dude, you are killing my buzz right now.”

“Okay, well, before I shut the fuck up, let me ask you this. If Mom is going to cheat on her husband this week, should it be with Major Asshole? Or should it be with someone who loves her and wants what’s best for her?”

If Eddy had any doubts remaining they were gone now. His brother intended to seduce their mother. Now he had to decide if he should stop it from happening… or beat him to the punch. He thought about the hint of panic in Rita’s eyes when she told that guy, ‘We should, uh, catch up some time.’ Fuck!

*****

The next few days were a blur of meals and day trips and parties as the descendants of Solomon Taylor renewed family ties and speculated about the details of the will. Edgar and Calvin were very solicitous of their mother, being her only direct relatives at the gathering. Rita enjoyed their attentions and if she detected anything nefarious behind it she didn’t let on.

All this time, Eddy was expecting his brother to try and get Rita alone. Now he had persuaded himself that maybe he was wrong, that Cal didn’t have designs on their mother. Perhaps his off-color musings were just that… musings. On the last night of their stay, the boys invited her to have dinner at their rental. They knew Mom was ready to party when she showed up with a paper grocery bag full of liquor bottles.

“Let me guess,” said Cal as she unpacked the contents. “Gordons gin, Belvedere vodka, Lillet Blanc… oh, please tell me you have a lemon in there.”

“I do, sweetie.” She beamed at him. “Please tell me you have ice.”

After dinner, Eddy put on a blues guitar mix while Rita mixed a batch of martini in a stainless shaker and in a minute they were relaxing on the couch, the mother between her two boys, each with a glass of cool elixir in hand. They sipped their drinks and listened to BB King gently plying Lucille.

“Have you ever smoked pot, Mom?” asked Eddy, showing her his little pipe.

“Oh, sure,” she replied, taking the pipe and lighter. She took a small hit and held it, passed the pipe to Cal with her wide eyes slightly out of focus. Then she let the breath slip away, the faintest wisp of smoke emitting from her painted lips. “But you, don’t they test you at work?”

“I’m a contractor,” he replied.

“Okay, I guess. Wow, I’m already feeling it.”

“I’m feeling this drink, Mom,” said Cal, turning up his glass to drain the last few drops. “May I have another?”

“You got it, baby,” she replied and got up to mix another batch.

The two brothers regarded each other from opposite ends of the couch. Eric Clapton was playing now and they were feeling no pain. Cal’s eyes were shiny and slightly red. Eddy knew that his were the same. Rita brought the shaker over and refreshed their drinks. She was looking quite classy in her black skirt and white blouse and cocktail slippers but the pot was making her grin and squint. She groaned a little when she sat back down.

“You feeling alright, Mom?” Asked Cal, helping her down with his hand on her elbow.

“I’m a little sore from all the activity this week,” she said, rubbing the sides of her thighs through her skirt.

“Well, why don’t I massage your calves for you?”

“Oh, well, I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind,” Cal said and reached down to pull her foot up into his lap. “I’m sure Eddy would be glad to rub your shoulders for you.”

Cal ran his hand down her shin and slipped off her shoe in one smooth motion. She stiffened slightly, then relaxed.

“Well, if you don’t mind. I guess it’s okay.” She turned and leaned back on Eddy’s chest, brought her other foot up to Cal’s lap. Cal slipped off her other shoe and ran his hands over her stockinged feet. Eddy felt her sigh more than he heard it.

He did as Cal suggested and began softly massaging his mother’s shoulders. Her hair smelled like cinnamon and her skin was smooth as satin. Buddy Guy came up in the mix and Eddy was ashamed that he could see down into Rita’s generous cleavage. Ashamed but gratified. He could see the bridge of the sheer white bra that held the soft globes of her breasts in place. It was a sexy article of clothing, he thought, for her to wear to dinner with her sons.

Cal massaged her ankles and calves, alternately squeezing and stroking them. He made eye contact with Eddy and ran his hands over her knees. When she didn’t react to this stimulus he slipped his fingers behind her knees as well before moving back down to her calves. Not to be outdone, Eddy stroked Rita’s neck with one hand and dipped down to her decolletage. He ran the fingers of his other hand through her hair and she squirmed slightly and groaned.

“Oh that feels good,” she murmured. “You boys are spoiling me.”

“It’s our pleasure, Mom,” Cal assured her. “You just relax, okay?”

Rita snuggled further back against Eddy and he noticed the shoulder of her dress gaping away from her body. He slipped his hand into the gap and ran it over her shoulder and upper arm. Cal had pushed the hem of her skirt up far enough that he could squeeze her meaty thighs. Eddy wondered how far they were going to take this, starting to get nervous. He stroked her face and beautiful red hair, ran his hand across her chest above the cups of her bra. He realized he could make out the darkness of her areolas through the thin fabric.

“You boys be careful, okay? I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“If we get in trouble, are you going to tell our mother?” Cal asked facetiously.

“You are so naughty,” Rita told him, smiling, her eyes still closed as her two sons ran their hands over her soft, ample flesh. “How did I raise such naughty children?”

Cal had his hands under her skirt, toward the tops of her thighs, and was clearly looking up between her legs. He looked at Eddy and grinned wickedly. Eddy ran his fingertips along the straps of her bra. Her blouse had come untucked on the side and he cautiously slipped his arm under it and ran his hand across her stomach. She gasped and her eyes sprang open. She bolted upright and swiveled to face forward, pushing her blouse and skirt back into place.

“Boys, are you trying funny stuff with your mother?”

Eddy started to say ‘No’ but Cal spoke first. “We just want to make you feel good, Mom. We’re all friends here.”

She turned to reply to him and he kissed her hard on the lips, his arm holding her against him by her shoulders. ‘Oh shit!’ Thought Eddy. Rita struggled weakly against Cal and when he released her she turned to Eddy with a look of confusion in her eyes. “What the fuck,’ Eddy told himself and he kissed her too. More softly than his brother had but with no less passion.

“Okay, so you’re both in on it then,” Rita said. “This can never, ever leave the room. Is that clear?”

Eddy could not argue with that. He wasn’t sure if he had ever been more embarrassed in his life and was already thinking how this could be fixed or forgotten or explained away. He sure as hell did not expect what she said next.

“And if we do this, it can only be this one time. You can’t bother me this way again, ever. Is that clear?”

“Yeah, clear,” Cal said cheerfully. “One time only, never leaves the room.”

Rita turned her eyes on Eddy, “Clear?”

“Yes, of course, absolutely.” Eddy nodded dumbly. A moment ago he felt embarrassed. Now he felt terrified.

*****

It’s funny how context can change everything. Up until now Eddy had carried a secret torch for his mother, his sweetly sexy mother. Thinking about her, looking at her pictures never failed to arouse him. Now that she was apparently on board with whatever, he wasn’t so sure. She was standing before them in the soft light of the room unbuttoning her blouse. The look on her face was seductive. Eddy wasn’t sure he liked that.

The blouse came off and she was bare from the waist up except for the sheer white bra. Her nipples were proudly poking through the thin material. Cal was egging her on, praising her beauty, telling her to show it off for them. She responded eagerly, swaying in a casual dance and thrusting her breasts out for them to fondle. Eddy couldn’t believe how quickly Rita shifted from modest to exhibitionist. Though he wasn’t comfortable with it he still ran his hands over the cups of her bra and down the sides of her bare torso.

The skirt came off next. Underneath, Rita was wearing nude-colored pantyhose and, underneath those, panties matching the bra. The triangle of her pubes was clearly visible through even two layers of the sheer fabric. On any other woman Eddy would have found the look irresistible. Or if he was viewing it in photographs in the privacy of his bedroom. But with her here, in the flesh, lewdly displaying herself to her sons, with the implication she would let them… consummate their desire. It was a different matter.

Cal did not seem to have any compunctions. “Damn, Ma. You are so beautiful and sexy.”

“No, no, baby. I’m just an old lady.”

Behind her veneer of modesty, Eddy could tell she liked the flattery and was fishing for more. He figured that joining in was the least he could do. “No, Ma. You really are beautiful. You could be a lingerie model.”

And it was true, to a certain extent. She wouldn’t be in Victoria’s Secret but definitely could rate the department store catalogues. He could think of a few men’s magazines that could benefit from having her in their pages.

She sat back down between them and Cal practically pounced on her, embracing and kissing her like it was his first time with a woman. Eddy sat and watched them awkwardly, kind of relieved to be left out. He put his arm around her and ran his hands over her thigh, up her soft belly, cupped her full breast and squeezed it softly. Still kissing Cal, she hooked her thumb in the waistband of her pantyhose and began pulling them down over her hips. ‘Oh fuck,’ thought Eddy as if he didn’t know that was coming. But despite his misgivings he helped her remove the garment. She lifted her hips as he did so and he could see the crotch of her panties was moist, could smell her sweet scent.

Cal broke the liplock with his mother and stood up to hurriedly get his pants off. His underwear came off with them and as Eddy undressed he looked away so he wouldn’t have to look at his brother’s penis. Rita was not so reticent and reached out for it, turning to lay down lengthwise on the couch. She guided Cal down by his dick, right into her mouth. There was no hesitation on either of their parts. Cal gladly stuffed it in her mouth and Rita began noisily sucking on it. She spread her legs so that Eddy was between her knees. She made humping motions with her hips, anticipating whatever Eddy was going to do with her pussy.

Eddy’s hands ran up her inner thighs and came together at the drenched fabric of her panties. He reached under her soft round ass and tugged at the undergarment. He was balancing a tightrope between wanting to make love to this woman so badly but also being horrified that she was his mother, acting the whore, not bothered in the least to be double teamed by her own sons. It was a bad spot for him to be in since it would make things weird if he didn’t join in. But if he did join in… he was worried that he might not be able to perform. And if he was worried about that then it was likely to be a self-fulfilling prophesy.

Cal was kneeling by Rita’s head with his hand in her hair. Her hand held his scrotum and she was guiding him by it in and out of her mouth. Her head was in constant motion, swiveling up and down and side to side. She would run her tongue over it, let him fuck it into her mouth, take him all the way down in her throat until his pubic hair was brushing her cheek. Of course she was an expert at it. How many cocks did she have to suck to get that good? He thought about the pictures, thought about how he imagined himself in that scene. And now?

He looked down at the dripping wet pussy just inches from his face, the curly red bush and the swollen, meaty labia. If he was a man he would stuff it full of his cock and ruin it for other men. If he was a man and she was any other woman, he would. This line of thought wasn’t helping. But he knew what would help. He leaned forward and inhaled her fragrance. He opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue and pushed his face deep into her gash. He heard her make a muffled sound, muffled by his brother’s cock filling her mouth, and her hips began swiveling animatedly. His face circled her pelvis in the opposite direction, licking her aggressively and gratefully drinking her juices.

Once he got into it Eddy was feeling not so bad about the situation. He felt detached like he was someone else. It was actually kind of cool to be eating this woman’s pussy. She had a nice pussy, after all, and seemed to be enjoying it. It was actually kind of cool to glance up occasionally and see her gagging and slobbering on a fat cock. He was turned on but not really aroused, not physically. The inside of her thigh was smooth against his cheek and he played with her ass while his lips and tongue explored the relief map of her vagina. Stevie Ray Vaughn had just come on the stereo when his brother’s voice broke the spell.

“Hey, bro. Mind if we switch?”

Rita sat up between them and rolled forward onto her stomach. She got up on her hands and knees and Cal stuck his face under her spread cheeks for a taste. Eddy leaned back back on the arm of the sofa and cocked one leg up on the back, silently willing his semi-erect penis to somehow get hard. His mother didn’t seem to notice or mind that he wasn’t fully aroused as she licked him like a lollipop. He covered his eyes with his arm and savored the feeling of her tongue working its way up his shaft in quick broad strokes. This had a very positive effect on him and when she got to the tip of his dick he felt her engulf it with her mouth and start bobbing up and down on it.

Now that he was into it he opened his eyes to watch her work. He was reminded of those dirty pictures and wanted to see what her face looked like with his dick distending her mouth. She had lipstick on earlier in the evening but she didn’t have any now. Her mascara was starting to run but she stayed on task, sucking his cock without regard to how it looked. He thought she looked beautiful. He felt her tongue working his shaft and pressing him against the roof of her mouth. He felt the occasional brush of her teeth at the base of his cock as she let his head into her throat and swallowed on it. He made eye contact with her as she teased his head with her lips and sucked gently.

Meanwhile, his brother had mounted her from behind and was plowing into her. The impact of his thrusts added an element of randomness to the rhythm of her cocksucking. From behind their mother’s ass Cal gave him a thumbs up and mouthed the words ‘Fucking awesome’ to him. Carlos Santana came up on the mix and Eddy shut his eyes again to concentrate on keeping it up and, to be honest, getting it over with. He was relieved when he managed to come, putting his hand on her head in case she tried to pull away. But she sucked him even more lovingly as he ejaculated, eager to consume his semen, her own son’s semen.

When she was finished she pushed herself up and shut her eyes, pursed her lips for him to kiss her. He didn’t like that, usually, right afterward. But for his mother he would make an exception. It was a surprisingly sweet kiss. Their tongues touched tenderly between their lips and when they separated she looked warmly into his eyes. Calvin pulled her backwards until she was sitting on his lap, rocking in a circle with his cock buried in her cunt. He unfastened her bra and she leaned back on his chest and rode him while he fondled her boobs from behind.

It was a vulgar scene, made worse by his mother saying things like “Double penetrated” and “I can’t believe I was double penetrated” and “My own sons double penetrated me”. And now that he had shot his load he really couldn’t find anything about the situation appealing. Objectively he was glad it happened, glad he got to do something rare and kinky and fun with his sweet sexy mother. Subjectively? He just wanted to get out of there, so while Cal and Mom made love and John Lee Hooker played on the stereo he gathered his clothes and slipped away to his bedroom.

*****

He woke up to someone getting into bed with him. He put his arm around his mother to let her know she could snuggle close to him. Passing his hand down her back he could tell she was still naked. In the darkness they embraced and he inhaled the cinnamon fragrance of her hair. For several minutes they lay together like that, petting bare skin and breathing heavily on each other’s shoulders.

“I was worried when you left,” she said to him finally. “I’m afraid that I’ve soiled myself in your eyes.”

Eddy glanced at the clock face glowing on the night table. Apparently she was so worried that she fucked Calvin for another two hours. “No, Ma. I love you so much, and respect you too, honestly. It was we who soiled you, Cal and I, by making you do that.”

She laughed softly. “Nobody made me do that. I wanted it as much as you did. I wanted it because you did. Does that make a good excuse?”

“I guess. Kind of.”

“Well, I kind of wanted to make love with the two hottest, most handsome studs I know. But I couldn’t do that without getting my arm twisted a little. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t willing.”

“I don’t judge you for that. I definitely have been thinking about you that way. And I appreciate your coming through. But… I don’t think I was ready for it when it happened. I wasn’t prepared, emotionally.”

“That makes me feel better. I was concerned you were disgusted with me.”

Eddy masked his feelings by kissing her softly on the cheek. He had been a little disgusted with her, true. But he wasn’t now. If anything he was disgusted with himself. He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back, lovingly, not lewdly.

“Well, Edgar, we are definitely going to have some regrets about this evening. The question you need to ask yourself is what you will regret more… what you did or what you didn’t do.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is a one-time opportunity. I’m serious about that. After tonight I forbid you from even talking about this. So think it over. Is there anything, anything at all you want to say to me… or do to me?”

She kissed him again and this time her tongue pushed past his lips and probed into his mouth. She pressed herself against him and her pillowy breasts squeezed against his chest. He kissed her back, with passion. They wrestled together under the sheets to the music of sighs and smacking lips. Rita felt the evidence of his desire. “Someone’s found his confidence. You want to get it out for me?”

Eddy pushed his underwear down and kicked it off. With his manhood as hard as it had ever been he rolled on top of her and between her thighs spread wide apart. He pushed into her and in a second he was deep inside her and glad, so glad she wasn’t any other woman.

“That’s good, Eddy. You feel good in me.”

He began to stroke in and out of her, slowly at first but picking up steam as the reality of it dawned on him.

“Take what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.”

He found his rhythm and buried his face in her hair on the pillow. Every fantasy he ever had about his mother was running through his head. And now she was here with him, taking his cock, promising him it would all come true.

“You’re gonna fuck my brains out, my dear sweet boy.”

He kissed her cheek, kissed her ear, kissed behind her ear, kissed her neck, all the while driving into her with years of pent-up desire.

“That’s it, baby. Don’t hold back. I never want to forget how you fucked me.”

With the scent of sex and cinnamon in his nostrils Eddy made love to his mother. And he fucked her. And he would never, ever forget the night she would let him make her his woman.