Chapter 3

My mom felt embarrassed, and no matter how much I tried to explain that it didn't bother me, she felt guilty about taking my virginity. She sent me to my bedroom, and that was that. Despite that, I fell asleep and slept well. However, when I awoke, I was not sure what I wanted to do for the day. I usually know before I go to bed. My first thought, though, was about my mother, and probably not what you're thinking. I was concerned about her emotional well being and trying to convince her that she should have no regrets. I wasn't sure about how to accomplish that, but after checking on her and finding her sleeping hard, I knew how to make a good start; breakfast in bed. Again, no innuendo implied.

I threw on a pair of gym shorts and headed downstairs. I wanted to make something good but quick so I settled on an omelette. I threw in some mushrooms and veggies and served it with some strawberries and blueberries and a glass of orange juice. I knew better than to open the curtains, keeping the room dim in case she was hungover. I set the tray down on the end of the bed and gently climbed up and laid next to her. I watched her for a moment before brushing some hair from her face which must have tickled because her cheek twitched. I rubbed her upper arm as I softly spoke, "Mom, it's time to wake up."

Her head stirred for a brief moment, but I kept softly rubbing her arm and she soon awoke, taking in a deep breath and stretching her arms. She then gasped when she finally opened her eyes to see me smiling at her. I giggled as she slumped back down and her brow wrinkled, hand going to her temple. I remembered to bring some pain meds. "Good morning, mom. I brought you breakfast and Tylenol." I said as I moved to grab the tray.

Her brow then wrinkled for a different reason. "Aww, baby. You didn't have to do that."

"Mom... I love you and I don't want you to feel bad about last night. I have no regrets and you shouldn't either."

She groaned, but eagerly sat up enough to take the pills. "Thank you, sweetie. I love you, too. Did you really make me an omelette?"

"Uh-huh. I'd do it everyday for you, mom."

She let out a sigh, but with a light smile as she looked down. She then looked at me seriously. "I thought you said you weren't getting attached."

"Mom, I'd do it despite everything that happened yesterday. You've been the best mom ever, and yesterday was like an extra cherry on top--okay, maybe like ten extra cherries."

She huffed a laugh, but gave me a genuine smile with a bit of a blush. "Thank you, Ethan. You're such a thoughtful boy. Your father and I did well, huh?"

"The best." I said with a smile as I climbed down.

My mom blushed again, but then asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go have some cereal and then do the dishes. Take your time, mom. I can tell you feel hungover."

"Thank you, baby. I love you." she said as I began to walk away.

"I love you, mom."

I had time to take a shower before my mother finally came down. I was surprised to see her topless, wearing a pair of denim shorts that are not quite daisy dukes. She looked like she was feeling better. I had just sat down on the couch. "Hey, mom, how are you feeling?"

She came and sat on the couch before answering, "I feel much better, but I'm still a bit groggy. What do you have on your agenda today?"

"That's good to hear," I began with a smile. "But, uh, not really sure what I'm doing today. What about you? What are your plans?"

"Well, Joanne is coming over in a little while to help me go through your father's stuff in the basement."

I furled my brow. "Does she know about the new rules?"

"I told her, yes."

I tried not to look shocked, but my ears did tuck back. Joanne is half Polynesian with a thick body like my mom's but is even sexier. I've had a crush on her ever since I can remember, but she's married to an Air Force mechanic. He's short and quite stacked and can't stand me since he's convinced that I'm always ogling his wife. I've only done that a couple of times when I knew no one was aware, though she did catch me once. I have to assume she didn't tell him. "So... how come you're going through dad's old stuff?"

She sighed as she looked at her fidgeting fingers. "I plan to sell the house and move after you go off to college. Plus, it's high time to go through all of that, and the plan is to donate it all to Goodwill since his parents are dead, and I don't think his sister would want any of it."

"Huh. Where are you thinking of moving?"

"Mmm, not sure just yet, but definitely somewhere warm and without snow. So, do you think you're going to stick around today? We could use your help, at least with moving some of the boxes."

I couldn't help but wonder if Joanne would go topless. It definitely motivated me to want to stay home. "Uh, yeah." I said, trying not to sound too interested, though I did think it would be fun to go through dad's stuff.

"Oh, goodie. And remember, our rule still applies as well." she said with a devious smile and a wink as she got up to go to the kitchen.

I was stunned for a moment, and I wanted to ask if that were true while Joanne was here, but it didn't come out. I sat there with a pensive look well after she left my view, but then I shot up and quickly walked to the doorway of the kitchen. "Wait, so did you tell her about... what we did?"

She gave me a quick glance, but with the same devious smile. "I tell her everything, Ethan. She's like my living diary." She then crouched to open the cupboard with a wine rack built into it and began pulling out bottles one by one.

I was really not expecting that answer. I knew they were close friends, but everything? My mind suddenly went blank. Not even sure just how long I spent blankly staring at the profile view of her right breast. I was so blanked out that I wasn't even getting aroused. I was only brought out of my trance when she found the wine she wanted and stood up to set it on the counter. I went to speak, but then the doorbell rang.

My mom smiled as she said, "Oh, I guess she's here already."

"I'll get it."

Sure enough, it was her, and she was dressed in a light purple tank top that was loose-fitting. I don't think her nipples were erect, but they were being outlined by the fabric being stretched over her large breasts. She also had on black denim shorts and she had a big smile as she greeted me, parting her thick, luscious lips. "Hey, Ethan. You're mom's expecting me."

I tried not to look at her tits for too long and gave her an unsure smile and stepped aside as I said, "Yeah, uh, come on in."

My mom came into the foyer just as I was closing the door, and they both greeted each other at the same time as they closed in for a hug. They parted with smiles as Joanne asked, "How are you, Evelyn?"

"Mmm, well, still a bit hungover from last night, but I grabbed us a nice bottle of Merlot to help me forget about it."

Joanne giggled hard enough to make her breasts jiggle. Then they both looked at me staring at them and they both giggled.

"Son, will you go grab the dolly from the garage and bring it down?"

I cleared my throat and blinked a few times. "Yeah, sure." I said. I responded quickly, but I didn't move as I watched them go through the door to the basement. I overheard Joanne mention that her husband was on another tour before they were out of earshot. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves as I finally went to get the dolly. My brain didn't want to work. I tried pulling the garage door instead of pushing. I clipped the door frame with the dolly on the way back, causing the handle to poke me in the chest.

I just kept thinking about what I would do if I were to get a boner, which was easily enough attained with just seeing my mother's tits. Then I remembered that I hadn't cum yet that day. My nerves shot up as I opened the basement door and could hear them chatting. I took a deep breath as I lifted the dolly and made sure to pay attention to how I was carrying it down the somewhat cramped staircase. I could hear them get quieter as the creaking stairs gave me away. I didn't even think of the fact that they may have been talking about me. I was trying to focus on maintaining myself in case Joanne was topless, too.

The main room was a lounge, and when I turned the corner into the storage area, I was relieved to see that Joanne still had her shirt on. They turned to me with smiles.

"Oh, thank you, dear. I'm going to have you move these boxes into the lounge, but first, can you move the coffee table so we have a big area in the middle?"

"Yeah, I can." As I turned to go in there, I swear I saw Joanne look at my crotch. I did only have gym shorts on. I couldn't believe that, though. As far as I knew, Joanne and her husband Richard had a solid relationship. There was a lot I didn't know. After clearing and moving the table, my mother showed me the boxes to focus on. I moved two big ones into the lounge. Joanne and my mother sat on the two couches where the ends meet, and so I moved a box in between them and then another in the center of the floor for me to go through. We had to go through it to recover any personal things like photos and papers. My mother forced me to stay up late one night to help her put all of his stuff into boxes, and so it wasn't very well organized.

It was slow going at first as we all were struck with nostalgia and recalling stories. By lunch time, though, we had about ten boxes in the lounge. Other than his coin collection, which I wanted to keep, we had yet to find much worth keeping. My mom and Joanne were already pretty tipsy, and since I was sober, they had me order some Chinese for lunch.

We ate lunch upstairs, and as my mom was picking out another bottle of wine, I went to the bathroom. When I returned, they had gone back downstairs. I could hear giggling as I went down that stopped when I got to the bottom. Joanne was kneeling behind a box to where I could only see her head. I didn't even notice her shirt lying on the couch when my mom asked me to get another box. I remember being proud of myself at how well my cock was behaving. I think my nerves were keeping it at bay. However, upon my return to the lounge, Joanne had taken her seat on the couch and her large breasts were staring me down. They looked more amazing than I had imagined all those years. They jiggled lightly as she giggled when the dolly slipped out of my hand when I stopped, letting the box down with a slight thud. My cock quickly came to attention, but the tall box was blocking their view.

I then heard my mother giggle before saying. "Right over here, son."

I cleared my throat and slightly creased my brow as I looked at her in slight shock. I managed to look Joanne in the eyes before focusing on the dolly and then the floor where I placed it between them. I heard Joanne gasp as I let the box down gently and scooted the dolly from under it. I gave her a pleading glance as I turned to put the dolly aside. I heard them both giggle as I did. I stopped still facing away and took a deep breath to let out a quiet sigh.

"Come here, son."

My mom's voice almost made me jump. It was her sultry tone. I swallowed hard as I turned and slowly walked back to her. I'm surprised it didn't wane as my nerves were going crazy in anticipation of what was about to happen. I wanted to question it, speak up and suggest a more private option, but something clicked in my brain as I looked at Joanne's eyes as I got close to my mother. I flinched as I watched Joanne stare at my bulge when my mother grabbed my waistband and yanked my shorts down. My eyes widened a little as I watched my mom reach for it and I flinched again when she grabbed a hold and pulled me a bit closer. I flinched yet again as her mouth wrapped around the head and I let out a slight whimper of approval. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as she worked it fast with her hand as her tongue and lips teased the head. It throbbed heavily and leaked precum into her wanton mouth.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, they widened again and my mouth gaped as Joanne had taken the seat next to her, eagerly watching the action and putting her hand along my mother's back and rubbing. My mom pulled off and looked at her with a lascivious smile. "You want some too, slut?"

My eyes widened further as Joanne took over as she said, "Mmm, don't mind if I do." She was quick to put it into her mouth as she stroked it fast like my mother. My mom is really good, but Joanne somehow knew the perfect suction with her mouth and it garnered a heavy moan from me. My mom put her hand on my balls just as they were shrinking up and I could feel my orgasm building quickly. I then watched in continued awe as she put her other hand on the back of Joanne's head, forcing her to stay in place.

"Give it to her, son. She wants it. She's craving to taste you like a good whore."

Joanne whimpered at that, and when my eyes met hers and saw the hunger in them, my cock exploded as I let out a very brief guttural noise and my hips jolted. Joanne kept moaning every time more cum went into her mouth and her hand slowed to my orgasm's rhythm, never taking her eyes off of mine. She used both hands as my orgasm waned to make sure she would get it all. My jaw was still slacked as she pulled off and turned to my mother, opening her mouth to show it to her. I had seen a few porn videos of cumshots in the mouth where they show it after, but never had seen that much cum. About a tablespoon of it spilled onto her breast as she rushed her hand up and tilted her head back to swallow what remained. My mother moaned in approval and leaned in to lick it off of her breast.

I could tell my cock wanted to soften, but seeing that just made it stay hard. When she cleaned it, they then met for a long and deep kiss, petting each other as they did. It seemed like they had done this many times. When they stopped, they both looked at it with hunger. Joanne bit her lip as my mother asked her, "You ready for that cock, slut?"

"Oh, yes." she said enthusiastically, quickly hopping up to her knees while facing away and pulling her shorts down enough to stick her ass out to show me her wet and engorged mound.

My mother surprised me a bit as she had stood and come to my side, grabbing my cock and putting her other hand on my lower back. "Come on, big boy." she encouraged as she coaxed me into position and rubbed my cock head along her pussy, causing her to moan and push her hips toward it.

A coherent thought finally came to mind. "Bu--"

"Shhhh." my mother quickly said as she pushed me hard and forced my cock to enter Joanne.

"Oh, yes." Joanne hissed as my mom didn't stop pushing until it was all the way in.

Her hips gyrated lightly as my mom put that hand on my chest and said, "Now, fuck that slut, son. Fuck her hard and don't stop until you cum."

My cock flexed hard and Joanne moaned again as I looked at my mother with the most incredulous look I've most likely ever given.

She just smiled a devilish smile. "She wants you to fill her up, big boy. A good slut should never be disappointed and I know you've dreamt about this. She has too, son."

"Please, Ethan. I need to feel your cock throb inside of me." Her voice had become tinier and sexier.

My mother began kissing me along my shoulder as I began to slowly move back and forth. "That's it, son. Right now that pussy is yours. Your the man of the house, which means it's rightfully yours. Take it. Take what's yours, son."

Her words had me fucking faster and harder. I still couldn't comprehend what was happening, but her pussy felt amazing and was a bit tighter than my mom's. Plus, the sounds she was making just fueled my passion further, finally bringing me out of my awe. My mom kept rubbing along me, encouraging me, and commanding me to do things like grabbing and pulling her ponytail. Joanne was putty in my hands, and before long, she screamed out and gushed over me, forcing me to stop for a moment. My mother spanked her and called her a naughty slut for cumming on my cock. This caused her to gush again, pushing me out and my mother rushed in to suck and stroke my cock for a few moments before guiding me back in and then pulling me in for a kiss so that I could taste her. Her hand went to my ass and coaxed me to go faster. At the same time, Joanne was moving her hips faster.

I was finally starting to truly appreciate what was happening. My hips worked that much harder as I was now determined to cum inside of her. It didn't matter that she was married. All I knew was that we all wanted it to happen, and that was so hot to me in that moment. On top of that, I was getting to fuck Joanne. Something I thought would never happen. At that point, her pussy was contracting over and over as she kept saying, "Yes." over and over again.

I felt drunk with lust, and when my mom whispered to me to give it to her, I said, "Oh, shit." very breathily just before I erupted.

"Good boy." My mom whispered as Joanne cried out and contorted her body, cumming hard and burying her face into the back of the couch. My mom's hand pushed hard on my ass, making sure I couldn't pull out. Not that I wanted to. My orgasm felt even stronger than the one that went into her mouth.

My mom began to rub my ass as my orgasm waned and I rubbed my face. "How was that, son? Is the man of the house satisfied?"

I smirked at her. "That was... incredible."

She giggled low and lasciviously as her free hand turned my head to give me a kiss. "Good. From now on, any pussy in this house is yours."