Joanne noticed her phone vibrating on the kitchen counter. She had shut the ringer off while she was doing yoga so she wouldn’t be bothered, and she glanced at the screen to identify the caller. Fran, Jimmy’s mother, was leaving a message. She waited a few minutes and then listened to it.
“Hi, Joanne. Fran here. Give me a call when you get a chance. I need to talk to you.”
Joanne had been dreading this moment. Jimmy, her eighteen-year-old neighbor, had related that his mother knew about their affair. She had tricked her son into believing that she already knew about it, and he confirmed her suspicions with an admission.
“She only knows that you took my virginity. I didn’t say anything about other times we had sex.”
Regardless, Joanne realized that the damage had been done. She had to face the music. But rather than call her, she decided to drop by and talk to her face-to-face.
Joanne had her suspicions about Jimmy and his mother. As she was putting restrictions on her own relationship with him, she asked if he was having sex with anyone else. He indicated he was, but then nervously avoided talking about it.
“I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’s very personal.”
Joanne knew that something was up with his family. She hadn’t seen his dad in days, which was unusual. He was always talking to her and hitting on her when he was around. Also, Jimmy’s obsession with her seemed to be waning. She had a hard time believing he was over her and assumed he was getting laid elsewhere. Could it be with his own mother?
Joanne hadn’t talked with Fran for longer than usual. It was time to clear the air, even though it would likely be uncomfortable.
She was wearing her yoga tights and a loose-fitting tank top. Bras were uncomfortable for her during yoga, and she did not need to put one on to meet Fran. It would just be the two of them. Jimmy had indicated his dad would be gone for several days, so there would be no horny man to ogle her big boobs. And she had seen Jimmy driving off earlier. His car was still gone.
She rang the bell and heard footsteps before the door opened.
“Oh, hi, Joanne. I called you earlier and left a message.”
“I did get your message, Fran, but we haven’t seen each other in a while, so I thought it would be more fun just to drop by. How have you been?”
“You’d better come in and have a seat. I have a lot to talk about.”
Oh, oh! Here it comes.
Fran invited Joanne to sit on the love seat, and she sat next to her and facing her, their knees almost touching.
“I have some bad news–Bill and I are probably getting a divorce. I discovered he’s been screwing a twenty-something secretary with big boobs. We’ve been to counseling and such, but I don’t see an alternative. He’s living with her now since I kicked him out. I only told Jimmy the truth the other day. He thought his dad was on a business trip.”
“Oh, Fran. I’m so sorry to hear that. I was wondering why I hadn’t seen him lately. You must be devastated.”
Joanne wrapped her arms around her petite friend and hugged her. She kissed her forehead and held her as Fran began to tearfully tell her the details. In a way, Joanne was relieved as she thought this would be about her affair with Jimmy. She continued to hold her and kiss her neighbor’s face tenderly in support.
Fran’s teary eyes were buried in her neighbor’s chest, and she hugged her firmly. She snuggled into those large, welcoming breasts and felt like a baby in her mother’s arms.
“Thank you for being such a good friend, Joanne. I needed someone to talk to. This has been a terrible time. Jimmy has been a rock in so many ways, but I know he is hurting as well. And thank you for taking care of him. He loves you.”
Fran’s brain instantly flashed to an image of her son’s rock-hard cock buried in Joanne’s pussy. And just as quickly, the image changed to show it lying drained on her own thigh with a trickle of cum seeping out of her pussy.
“About that….I need to talk to you, but maybe this isn’t the time.” Joanne hesitated as she formed her thoughts.
“Oh, no worries, Joanne. I know all about you and Jimmy. I’m happy that he lost his virginity to you and not some goofy teenager who would likely get knocked up. I don’t have all the details, but I can understand how these things can happen. You are a gorgeous, sexy woman. I’m sure it was a wonderful experience. And Jimmy is a handsome young man with all the tools to please a woman, isn’t he?”
Fran hesitated when she saw the surprise on Joanne’s face. She had to be careful. She did not want to say too much and divulge her own secrets. She tried to redirect the conversation away from Jimmy before she made further admissions.
“You might as well know this now, Fran. Bill made a couple of passes at me as well. I dismissed him, of course. But as you now know, I couldn’t resist Jimmy.”
“If I were a guy, I’d be chasing you myself, Joanne. Just holding you like this, I’d like to kiss these big boobs of yours.” She lightly kissed a cotton-covered nipple. “I see it is no bra day. Me too. Jimmy is used to seeing me braless these days—freedom from the social customs that bind us literally and figuratively. In fact, let’s have a glass of wine to celebrate independence from men. Jimmy is the exception. I do love my son with all my heart.”
“As do I. It’s a little early, but what the hell!”
Fran disappeared in the kitchen, her cute bubble butt swaying in tight shorts, and returned with a chilled bottle and two glasses. They toasted and ended up drinking most of the bottle as they chatted and giggled like old times.
The wine freed up their tongues.
“I’m glad you are not upset about Jimmy. It happened so naturally, and, to be honest, for a first timer, he was amazing. You once told me that Bill was well-endowed. Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Your son has quite a huge penis. When I first saw it, I just about fainted.”
“From shock or from pleasure?” They both giggled. “Yes, I’m aware that my boy is hung like a stallion. That’s all I’ll say. We’ve become very close since his dad left. He’s been amazing.”
Joanne raised her glass in one more toast.
“To Jimmy’s big penis–a true pussy pleaser.”
They clinked glasses and took a sip, laughing.
“My god, we drank almost that entire bottle, and it isn’t even noon. I’ve been so horny lately, Joanne. What is wrong with me? Forgive me. I guess I’m a little tipsy. And I’m staring at two big, beautiful boobs and wishing I could suck on them. They look delectable. I bet Jimmy loved them.”
With no more urging than that, Joanne suddenly put down her glass and raised her loose tank top with both hands, baring her breasts. They jiggled temptingly and seemed to defy gravity, the upturned nipples resembling a fleshy ski jump. Fran stared at the twin peaks, momentarily shocked. She had dreamed about her friends breasts often, and now they were begging to be touched.
“Go ahead, Fran. Feast away. I love to have them fondled. What are friends for?”
Fran’s eyes widened in glee.
“Oh, Honey. Are you sure? Jesus, your tits are beautiful. So fat…and firm.”
“Of course, I’m sure. But first, turnabout is fair play. Let me see yours. They’re so perky.”
Joanne hesitated and then complied with a guilty grin.
“Okay, I must be drunk. Here they are. Feel mine.”
In seconds, both women were topless, fondling each other’s breasts–tentatively at first and uncertain about how to proceed.
“Oh, Fran. Your nipples are absolutely huge. I love that. So puffy. God, I just want to suck on them like a baby.”
She pinched a swollen nub and then wrapped her lips around Fran’s entire breast and sucked. That ended any hesitation for either woman. Soon, they were brazenly kissing more than each other’s breasts. It was unclear who initiated it, but no matter, they were now lying on the loveseat, their breasts mashed together and their lips and tongues passionately searching and tangling with one another.
Hands found other areas as well, and fingers explored forbidden fruits. Nothing was said for minutes—only impassioned moaning amidst tender kisses and whispers. Finally, Joanne’s kisses slowed, and she smiled seductively.
“You have a lovely body, Fran. Have you ever been with another woman?”
“In college, my sophomore year, my roommate and I used to snuggle sometimes, and a few times we got carried away. If you know what I mean. But this is so exciting with you. It’s a different kind of excitement. Not like with Bill, or even Ji…”
Fran froze. She nearly admitted to having sex with her son. She changed the subject quickly, but her faux pas did not go unnoticed by Joanne.
“Let’s go to my bedroom, Joanne. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I don’t want to stop. Are you okay with this?”
“Oh, Honey. I’m more than okay. I’m dripping!”
Fran rose and, taking her buxom neighbor by the hand, led her into her bedroom. The two were soon lying on her king-sized bed. Joanne’s yoga tights were in a ball on the floor, and Fran’s shorts were hanging off one foot. Only two pairs of silk panties separated them as they humped and kissed one another.
Joanne’s fingers found Fran’s most secret openings, and she knew she had to have more. Fran was not objecting.
“Fran, I have to taste you, Darling. That sweet little pussy of yours is begging me. Let’s get these off.”
“Okay, but only if I can do you at the same time. Slip off your panties and turn around. We’re so nasty, aren’t we? God, I feel so liberated!”
And that’s what they did. Fran lay on her back, and Joanne got on top with her head between Fran’s thighs, their faces buried in each other’s fertile gardens. Immediately, juices were flowing as each woman tried to bring the other to climax with deft tongues and fingers. Joanne focused on her neighbor’s swollen clitoris with her lips as she slid two fingers in and out of her pussy. Then, she got an idea and slipped a fingertip in Fran’s ass. She was rewarded with a sudden gasp of pleasure from her friend.
With the unexpected invasion of her ass, Fran stopped eating Joanne momentarily and relaxed her head as an intense wave of excitement hit her. But she sensed something was different and opened her eyes. She froze in shock.
Her son was standing in the doorway. Jimmy’s mouth was wide open in shock as he stood there, taking in the scene.
“Oh, my god! Jimmy. Honey, what are you doing home so soon? I thought you’d be gone all day.”
“I brought you lunch, Mom. Sorry. Your door was open. I’ll leave you two alone.”
He was awkwardly holding a McDonald’s bag. Suddenly, Fran noticed the smell of French fries over the perfume of Joanne’s pussy.
“Oh, Honey. No. That’s all right. Come here, Baby. Shit, I’m sorry. Joanne and I…well, it’s a long story.”
Joanne had rolled off of Fran and lay there covering her breasts, not knowing what to say.
“This is my fault, Jimmy. Your mother told me about your dad and, well, this just sort of happened. I’m not sure how. But your mother and I were only sharing our love for each other. And for you. This is all a bit complicated.”
“No, no,” Fran interrupted. “It’s nobody’s fault. Joanne just listened to my sad story, and, well, this is where we ended up. We both wanted this. I hope you understand, Honey. We both love you as well. As Joanne said, it’s complicated. Women are complicated, aren’t we, Honey?”
Jimmy was speechless, but the fact that two beautiful women were on display, naked, was not lost on him. His sweatpants bulged in acknowledgement, and as serious as the situation was, Joanne wanted to giggle.
“Sit down, Honey. Thanks for lunch. I guess we were having our own version of lunch. We were snacking on each other. Joanne tastes wonderful as I’m sure you realize.”
She giggled and reached into the bag now sitting on the nightstand. She pulled out several fries. She fed one to Joanne and then ate the others.
“You are so thoughtful, Sweetie. These are delicious. Okay, well, the cat is out of the bag. Your sexual education is not complete. I can see that you are reacting like a normal male with that uncomfortable bulge. Joanne and I agreed that you do have a big, beautiful penis. Why don’t you show it to us? We’re already turned on, but that would put us over the top.”
She reached over and squeezed the thick, tubular shape struggling for freedom in Jimmy’s sweatpants. Jimmy was still dumbstruck, but also excited beyond belief. He glanced over at Joanne, naked, her face registering excitement now that the initial shock was over. She reached over and tenderly stroked Jimmy’s arm, exposing her dangling breasts that he so loved.
Jimmy stood and lowered his sweats and shorts simultaneously. His massive cock sprang free like a cuckoo “cock” announcing it was time for sex. His mother reached over and gripped him in her small hand. She greedily stared at the fleshy appendage that she had come to worship in the past week.
“There you are. The party is complete, now. Let’s make some hay while the sun shines, as the saying goes, since we are all together and dressed for fun. Get up here, Jimmy. Lie between us. I have a feeling this is going to be a lunch we’ll all remember.”
The two women had quickly gotten over their initial shock of Jimmy’s intrusion. Their excitement at the sight of his huge cock, not to mention the fact that they were about to engage in a threesome, was palpable.
Jimmy climbed up onto his mother’s bed with a look of amazement plastered on his face and lay on his back. His thick cock stood at full attention, and in no time, both women were kissing and fondling him and each other. His brain was a whirlwind of emotions. He watched in disbelief as the two most important women in his life used him as their “boy-toy.”
Watching them kiss one another passionately was a fantasy he hadn’t even considered. Eventually, his mother could wait no longer. She climbed atop her son and worked his missile back and forth between her labia before finally inserting the tip between her labia and settling down on it.
“I guess this is what we’ve been waiting for. I’m happy to move the needle, even though it is more like a zucchini.”
All secrets were in the open now as Fran closed her eyes and worked her ass up and down her son’s stiff prick.
Joanne kissed both of them and reached around to rub the couple’s juices on his shaft and between his mother’s cheeks.
She leaned over and whispered conspiratorially in his ear in a husky voice.
“God, this is so hot watching you fuck your mother, Jimmy. Watching the two of you is almost better than getting fucked. But I won’t dismiss that hope, either. Save something for me.”
Fran was leaning forward, her hands on her son’s muscular chest, as she twerked and ground her ass on her son’s thick phallus. With the warm-up from Joanne and the addition of Jimmy to the mix, it didn’t take much to bring her to the brink of a huge climax. She worked her ass like a cheerleader in heat. As she twerked and twisted up and down, she moaned and uttered filthy play-by-play descriptions.
“I love your big cock, Honey. You fuck you mother so good. Am I tight enough for you? Don’t forget to save something for Joanne. Oh, fuck! I’m almost there, Sweetie.”
She shut her eyes and doubled her efforts for another minute before it happened. Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she screamed almost as if in pain. Her cunt muscles squeezed his cock as Jimmy increased his efforts and rammed his greased pole full length inside his mother. He could feel her juices slathering his shaft for several moments before she collapsed on his chest.
“Oh, fuck, Honey. Thank you. God, that was wild. I couldn’t wait any longer with Joanne kissing me and you fucking me. And you are still hard. Quick, Joanne. Hop on board and ride this baseball bat for a turn. We don’t want to waste a good erection, do we?”
Fran slid off and kneeled to the side. Jimmy’s cock glistened with her honey-scented pussy juice. She directed Joanne to take her place, and her neighbor was eager to do so. She threw a leg over him and leaned forward as Fran did the honors. She worked the fat missile back and forth until the head slipped into the magic spot, and Joanne felt the shaft disappear inside her.
“Jesus, I almost forgot what this feels like. Lord, your cock is so thick. You’re stuffing me. Go slowly for a while, Sweetie.”
Both Jimmy and his mother fondled her heavy, swaying tits as Joanne slowly worked her cunt up and down Jimmy’s prick. With Fran’s lubrication, he easily slid in and out, but it still caused mild discomfort for his buxom neighbor at first. Nevertheless, within minutes, they were humping away, and now it was Joanne doing the moaning. Jimmy was magically holding off cumming for the time being.
Fran could not resist Joanne’s bouncing breasts, and she awkwardly tried to suck on her thick nipples as they bounced wildly. Joanne was in sheer heaven. She concentrated on gripping Jimmy tightly in an effort to relive that familiar feeling of his cum filling the depths of her pussy. She could see he was getting close as he shut his eyes…
