Fitness Model Moms – Final Part

“Yeah, it would,” Aaron said, the muffled sounds of his mother grunting behind closed doors across the hall.

Trish smiled, tipping Aaron’s chin toward her and kissing him. Their eyes closed and they leaned back on his bed, beginning a night of lovemaking.

Hours later, near dawn; Stacey and Trish tip-toed out of their sleeping nephew’s rooms, and holding hands, they made their way to their shower.

The hot steam enveloped them, their mouths joined, tongues swirling around each other. Stacey’s fingers were embedded deep inside Trish, Trish’s inside Stacey.

Breaking the kiss, they told each other they loved one another in unison.

Also climaxing in unison, the sister’s moans echoed throughout the bathroom.

Under the covers, kissing between words, Stacey suggested they sleep in their son’s rooms from now on.

“Good idea,” Trish agreed. “We can use this room as something special.”

“Yes. Every weekend. You and Bennet can be in here, then the following weekend Aaron and I.”

“What about the two of us?” Trish asked.

“Well we can sneak off every once in a while. Or on the third weekend after you and Bennet, then Aaron and I, you and I could be in here. It’d be special mommy-sister time. I’m sure they’d understand. They could even watch if they wanted,” Stacy suggested.

“Yes!” Trish agreed.

They did just that. The next weekend Trish and Bennet were in the master bedroom, enjoying a nice bath. The following weekend was Aaron and Stacey.

The third weekend, Friday night, Stacey convinced her son and nephew to sit naked on the couch. They were shy at first, Stacey telling them not to look at one another, rolling her eyes in the process. The sons finally loosened up, not glancing at each other’s cocks.

“Gosh you probably jacked those things off to us all the time. You never did it together?” Stacey asked, straddling Aaron.

“Ew, no,” Aaron answered.

“Mom we’ve been talking. I think we want to change school some. Not drop out, but change direction,” Bennet spoke up.

“Yes? What’d you have in mind?” Trish was straddling him too.

“We were thinking photography,” Bennet said. The sons smiling at their mothers.

Stacey and Trish nodded. “That’s a wonderful idea,” Trish said, leaning down to kiss Bennet. She offered him a breast, Stacey doing the same.

It was close to midnight a couple hours later. Moonlight mixed with street lights traveled through their living room window, shining on Stacey and Trish’s slick backs. They were riding two men on a couch – their sons.

It had been two hours, they had no plans to stop; they were going all night.

Their sons had gotten better, their stamina improved. Just after midnight Aaron and Bennet came inside Stacey and Trish, filling them with cum. They looked embarrassed, not lasting as long as their mothers deserved.

Stacey and Trish kissed them, letting them know without words, that it didn’t matter if they didn’t last as long as they’d like. They would rest up and keep going.

After a passionate kiss to their sons, Stacey and Trish turned to face one another. Aaron and Bennet watched their mothers kiss, tongues clashing. It ended with a long string of saliva connecting their mouths. They smiled at one another, then to their sons, resuming their night of passion.

These sisters did everything together.

The end.