MY MOM LOVED TO CHECK OUT MY BOYFRIENDS

Part III

 

Finally satiated, I climbed off of Tyler’s still hard penis, pulling it out of my sloppy vagina with a ‘plop’, then used my panties to clean up between my legs. I leaned over and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth.... then cleaned off his entire shaft with my lips and tongue, before tucking it back inside his slacks and pulling up the zipper.

Afterwards, with my head leaning against his chest, and one of his arms draped over my shoulder.... Tyler drove me home to drop me off, fondling my breasts inside my unbuttoned blouse the entire way.

When he pulled up in front of my house, I gave him a long, deep kiss, as he continued squeezing my wobbling tits. I let him enjoy my boobs for another minute or two, then playfully pulled away and climbed out of the car.

I leaned back into the open passenger side window for one last kiss.... reaching as far over as I could go, and letting my naked breasts sway and jiggle above the empty car seat. Not unexpectedly, Tyler reached over for a final squeeze of my dangling breasts, and a little pinch of my nipples, before I finally giggled.... pried his hands off my boobs and buttoned up my blouse.... then turned and headed up the sidewalk to my porch.

When I stepped through the front door, I heard the shower running upstairs.... so I knew my mother was using our shared bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. I went to my room, took off my clothes, then quietly slipped into the bathroom and stepped into the shower stall with her.

We’d shared a lot of things over the years, but I had never showered with her before, so her eyebrows arched a bit when she saw me enter the stall.... she smiled and said, “Well, this is a surprise.... what’s up?”

I gave her a wry smile... then reached out and gently caressed one of her heavy breasts, pulling gently on the nipple with my fingers, and said, “I saw you give Tyler a handjob in the kitchen before our date.”

With a mixture of surprise and guilt on her face, she said, “Oh, honey.... I’m so sorry you saw that.... I guess I was really horny tonight.... and I could see the outline of Tyler’s cock in those tight pants he was wearing.... I just lost control.... did it, uh... ruin your date?”

I giggled and said, “No... it’s OK, mom.... actually, it totally turned me on.... I could barely wait to get his dick inside me until after we ate.... I think I had four orgasms tonight.”

We both laughed, and I added, “Yeah... I agree with you.... he does have a pretty impressive cock, doesn’t he?”

Still laughing, we shared a hug under the warm spray of the running water, as she nodded and said, “Holy shit, you’re not kidding....”

After our hugging moment passed, my mother grabbed a bar of soap and began lathering up my tits.... gently squeezing the flesh with her hands, and rubbing her thumbs back and forth over my stiffening nipples. Her attention to my boobs felt wonderful, and I realized I was still extremely turned on from watching her stroking Tyler’s hard-on in the kitchen, and my delicious orgasms in the car after dinner.

My mom continued to caress my breasts with one hand, as she reached her other hand down between us and started running her fingers along my pussy lips... eventually finding my clitoris and rubbing little circles around the engorged tip.

I spread my legs slightly to give her better access, then closed my eyes and moaned, murmuring, “Hmmmmm... that feels good...”

Wallowing in the warm sensations emanating between my legs, I smiled, and said, “I think I like the thought of sharing my boyfriends with you, mom.... when Tyler fucked me after dinner tonight, I came harder than I ever have before.... and I think it’s because I saw you jerking him off in the kitchen...”

She giggled, and said, “Oh, sweetie... I love that idea.”

She began sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy, and spending extra time rubbing the tip of my plump nub, as she mused, “I don’t know why, but I always seem to be looking for a nice, hard cock to get my hands on..... it’s kind of like an itch that just always needs to be scratched...”

I chuckled and said, “Yeah... I know... I’ve heard some of your phone conversations.”

Mom let out a somewhat guilty laugh, as she continued massaging my tits and flicking my clitoris. I moaned and mewled for a few more minutes, then suddenly let out a muffled cry and creamed all over the probing fingers between my legs.

“Oh, mom.... oh.... oh.... God, that feels good.... yeah.... just like that.... yeah.... right there.... yeah..... aaaaahhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhh.... holy shit, mom.... yeeeeaaahhhhh.... hmmmmmm...”

My climax was so intense, I thought my legs might buckle... but they managed to hold me up as I rocked my hips and wallowed in my intense, electrifying orgasm.

Breathing hard and giggling at our newfound intimacy, my mom and I spent a few quiet minutes under the warm, streaming water while I enjoyed my ebbing climax. Then we finished our shower, dried off, and headed to bed for the night.

After that, I always let my mother check out my boyfriends whenever they came to the house. Most of the sex I had with my boyfriends was just between the two of us, but when mom was horny and didn’t have a date, she’d either fuck them while I watched TV, or we’d let her join us for a threesome. I seemed to have a knack for picking guys who had amazing cocks, so between having stiff dicks pounding our pussies, and getting plenty of tongue and finger action on our clits, my mother and I enjoyed lots of mutual orgasms. And, of course, none of my boyfriends ever complained....

After high school, I broke up with Tyler and went off to college in Florida, where I managed to attract the attention of a lot of my classmates. This actually wasn’t too difficult, since almost all the co-eds attended classes in bikini tops and shorts.... my heavy hangers were a big hit from day-one.

Some of the guys I dated.... some I just fucked for fun.... but I can definitely say I thoroughly enjoyed my introduction to college life. On occasion I’d bring one of them home for a long weekend, and... of course... to meet my mother. She always enjoyed checking them out.... which usually ended up with her fucking them or giving them a blowjob during their visit. I always enjoyed those weekends.... and from what I could tell, my boyfriends really did, too.

Somewhere in the middle of my senior year I met Hugh, another senior, who I started dating exclusively late in our fall semester. He was attractive, smart, and funny.... and had an impressive, 9” cock.... which I loved having stuffed deep inside my pussy just about any time we weren’t in class or studying.

As we moved from winter into spring that year, I realized I couldn’t really afford to go on a spring break trip, so I invited Hugh to spend that week with me at my home, instead, and to meet my mother. He thought that sounded like a good idea, and when classes let out just before mid-semester, we jumped in my car and made the four-hour drive back to my hometown.

We pulled into my driveway, and my mother met us at the door with a bright, and somewhat mischievous, smile on her face. She ushered us inside, and I gave her a big hug, then turned and introduced her to my latest college boyfriend.

“Mom... this is Hugh; Hugh... this is my mother, Emma.”

My mother leaned in and gave Hugh a big hug, saying, “Just call me Emma”, as she ran her hands all over his body, rubbing his chest and shoulders.... even squeezing his ass cheeks.

Looking at Hugh, but speaking to me, she said, “Wow, honey.... nice job.... look at these shoulders.”

Then, she reached between his legs and gave his crotch a gentle squeeze.... with a sly grin on her face, she added, “... and he’s packing, too.”

Hugh blushed at the overly familiar touching, and blurted out, “Nice to meet you, Emma.”

I giggled at his dilemma. I noticed his gaze kept darting between my mother’s face and her swaying boobs beneath her loose tank top, where her stiff nipples were making obvious bumps in the thin cotton material. I glanced at his crotch and saw that his prick was beginning to respond to her little cock squeezes and braless tits. I could clearly see the outline of his stiffening shaft starting to create a bit of a tent in his shorts. My mother obviously noticed it, too, and she chuckled as she shut the front door behind us and led us into the house.

After the embarrassment of initial introductions, we decided to slip into bathing suits and spend the afternoon in the pool. My mother and I both put on skimpy, two-piece bikinis, which barely covered anything at all, and definitely did nothing to keep our heavy breasts from jiggling and bouncing freely as we pranced around the pool area.

My mother mostly laid on her chaise lounge on the patio, but I could see her checking out Hugh’s crotch every time he got out of the pool, since his wet trunks clung tightly to his butt cheeks and showed a clear outline of his impressive penis beneath his swim suit.

Around mid-afternoon I dried myself off and said I had to run to the store to get stuff for the weekend.

Hugh said he’d go with me, but my mother said, “No, hon.... you stay hear so I can get to know you better.”

I grinned to myself as I threw on a pair of shorts and a crop top, and headed out the door to my car, while Hugh laid on a chaise lounge next to my mother’s.... drinking a beer, while she sipped on her glass of wine.

I didn’t really go to the store... instead, I snuck back into the house, and hid behind the curtains in the living room by the patio door.... watching to see what my mother would do once I was gone.

Once I’d left the patio, my mother sat up and leaned over toward Hugh... her heavy tits swaying back and forth in her skimpy bikini top.... as she rubbed his thigh and asked him how he met me.

As Hugh began telling the story of how we met in college, my mother shifted her hand from his thigh to the outline of his prick.... gently rubbing it through his bathing suit.

Hugh was surprised, and stopped his story in mid-sentence.... his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

My mother didn’t miss a beat. She said, “Amalia has always brought her boyfriends home for me to check out.... ever since she began dating in high school.... how about if I take a look?”

As she talked, she pushed one leg of Hugh’s swim trunks up so she could see most of his cock... her eyes totally locked onto his thick shaft and mushroom-shaped head. She reached over with one hand and held the base of his prick so that it was pointing straight up in the air, then began sliding her other hand up and down the entire length of his growing erection.

A bit flustered, and struggling to keep his eyes off my mom’s wobbling boobs, Hugh stammered and mumbled, “What? But... no.... Emma, we shouldn’t..... I.... what about Amalia?”

My mother giggled and said, “Don’t worry about Amalia.... she went to the store so I could get you alone for a few minutes and really check you out.”

Hugh mumbled another feeble “No... we shouldn’t”, then let out a moan as my mother continued pumping his expanding pole and running her palm up around the bulbous tip.

With a wicked grin, my mother released Hugh’s prick, untied her bikini top, and let it fall to the deck... her heavy boobs dangling just inches from Hugh’s face. To my mother’s delight, Hugh couldn’t take his eyes off her swaying tits, so she smiled, took his hand and placed it on her right breast, encouraging him to squeeze and play with it.

Hugh began caressing her boobs and pinching her firm nipples, as mom returned to stroking his now fully erect penis... still sticking straight up in the air, like a rocket that’s about to launch.

I could feel my pussy getting moist, as I watched my mother lean over and suck the tip of Hugh’s cock into her mouth... still using one hand to pump his shaft, while using the other to fondle his nutsack. It didn’t take long before he let out a grunt and blasted a several ropes of warm, creamy spunk against the back of her throat.

“Oh, shit, Emma.... fuck, I’m cumming.... aaaaahhhhhh.... yeeeeaahhhhhh.... holy shit.... aaaaahhhhhh.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhh....”

Mom kept stroking Hugh’s glistening shaft, as she swallowed his load, then sucked out the last few streams of splooge from his engorged dick, and used her tongue to lick off the final drops from the tip of his spent penis.

When Hugh was done cumming, mom pulled his still semi-hard prick out of her mouth and grinned over at him as she continued to jerk his thick pole, saying, “Well, that was fun... how’d you like it?”

“My God, Emma... that was fantastic.” Still a little surprised and flustered, he added, “I can see where Amalia gets her talents from...”

As they chatted, Hugh kept fondling mom’s boobs, and mom continued pumping Hugh’s glistening penis. I smiled to myself when... as usual... Hugh’s dick started to become stiff again within just a few minutes.

My mother giggled when she noticed his growing shaft in her hand, saying, “Wow, Hugh.... that’s impressive.” Then, with her eyes locked onto his nearly erect cock, added, “Actually, I’m not surprised.... seems like you youngsters are always ready...”

She sucked and stroked him until he was completely hard again, then threw one leg over his chaise lounge, so that she was straddling his hips.... her heavy breasts swaying just inches from his face. Still holding Hugh’s rigid pole in one hand, she used her other hand to pull her bikini bottom to the side, then slowly lowered herself onto his stiff prick.... letting out a moan of pleasure as she impaled herself on his raging hard-on.

“Ooooohhhhhh.... oh, yeah.... my God, Hugh, that feels incredible.... you have a fantastic cock.... hmmmmmm.... wow, Amalia really picked a good one.... yeah.... very nice....”

I decided I couldn’t wait any longer... I stepped out onto the pool deck and watched quietly for a few more minutes, until I heard my mother let out a muffled squeal as she creamed all over Hugh’s pumping boner.

“Oh, shit, Hugh.... I’m cumming.... oh.... oh.... fuck, yeah.... yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... my God, that’s amazing.... yeeeeaaaahhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhh...”

I’d already removed my shorts and drenched panties, and had been fingering myself and rubbing my engorged clitoris as I watched my mother fucking my boyfriend on the patio. So I pulled off my crop top and dropped it on the patio deck, then walked over toward the chaise lounge where Hugh was fondling my mother’s tits and pounding his hips into her sopping wet pussy.

I giggled as I watched my mother immersed in her orgasm... her head thrown back and her eyes closed.... still bouncing up and down on Hugh’s stiff rod, as he roughly squeezed and slapped her bouncing tits. When she heard me approach, she opened her eyes and we shared a conspiratorial smile.

Hugh was startled when he heard my giggle, and started to pull his cock out of my mother’s pussy, but she wouldn’t let him, continuing to bounce up and down on his rigid pole, and holding his hands tight to her boobs.

I laughed and said, “Don’t worry, babe.... I pretty much figured my mom would have your dick inside her in no time. I’ve always shared my boyfriends with her, and they usually love it.... any complaints so far?”

Hugh stuttered and mumbled, then said, “Uh.... N-no.... none....”, then re-gaining some mental footing, added, “She’s almost as incredible as you are....”

I laughed again and said, “Good answer,” as I swung my leg over his chaise lounge so that I was straddling his shoulders.... my wet vagina poised directly above his mouth. I looked down into his eyes and smiled, as I slowly lowered my moist pussy lips toward his grinning face.

Hugh happily opened his mouth and began licking and sucking on my aching clitoris.... sending warm, tingling sensations from my clit to my stiff nipples.... even as he continued fondling my mother’s boobs behind me. Mom kept bouncing up and down on Hugh’s rigid prick, then leaned forward so she could reach around to play with my dangling tits.... as I rocked my hips and rubbed my sensitive clit against Hugh’s probing tongue.

Between my clit grinding against Hugh’s tongue, and my mother’s hands pinching my firm nipples, it didn’t take long before I let out a squeal and creamed all over my boyfriend’s mouth.... my pussy juices smearing his face and dripping down the sides of his cheeks.

“Ah.... ah.... yeah, right there.... keep going.... yeah.... keep going.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... my God, Hugh.... aaaahhhhhh.... aaaaahhhhh.... ooooohhhhh.... hmmmmmm.... so good....”

Right about then, my mother leaned forward.... rubbing her engorged clitoris against the base of Hugh’s cock and grabbing my boobs extra hard.... as she groaned, and launched into another delicious climax of her own.

“Oh, shit, hon.... I’m cumming again.... yeh.... yeh.... aaaaahhhhhhh.... yeeeaaaaahhhh.... oh, my God.... oh, my God.... yeah.... yeah.... ooooohhhhhhh.... fuck, yeah.... aaaaahhhhhhh....”

She kept stroking Hugh’s stiff hard-on with her pussy, as she continued to bounce up and down on his rock-hard shaft, and he continued to slam his rigid prick in and out of her drenched cunt.

With his tongue still teasing my tingling clit, Hugh suddenly grabbed my ass, hard, and erupted.... shooting rope after rope of white, sticky semen all over the walls of my mother’s cunt behind me. He kept rocking his hips.... sliding his thick erection in and out of my mom’s vagina until his nutsack was empty.... as he grunted muffled moans of pleasure into my gaping pussy.

“Aaarrrgghhh.... oohmm.... oohmm.... oohmm.... uuuhhhnnnnn.... aaaaahhhmmmfff.... hmmmmmm....”

When he finally stopped cumming, I climbed off of Hugh’s face, and plopped myself down onto the chaise lounge right next to him.... pussy juices flowing down my ass cheeks and dripping onto the patio deck beneath me. My mother flopped forward onto Hugh’s chest.... his still hard cock shoved deep inside her sopping wet cunt, as their combined cum and pussy juices leaked out around the edges of his shaft.

After the three of us spent a few minutes basking in the aftermath of our orgasms and catching our breath, we jumped into the pool to cool off.... giggling, rough housing, and sipping wine until it was time for dinner.

The rest of that week turned out to be a great ‘spring break’ for Hugh and me. We spent the next several days in various stages of undress.... with Hugh’s cock perpetually hard, and mom’s and my boobs almost always naked and bouncing around freely for anyone to cop a feel whenever they wanted. Hugh and I had a lot of sex that week.... both by ourselves, and with my mother.

It was an incredible ‘spring break’.... so incredible, that Hugh and I dated throughout the rest of my time at college. And every time the campus closed for a holiday, Hugh (not surprisingly) wanted to spend it at my house.... with me and my mother.

Hugh and I ended up getting married shortly after we both graduated, then the two of us got jobs and moved about three hours away from my mother. We made it a point to drop in on her about four times a year... especially during the holidays. Sharing Hugh with my mom during those visits turned out to be one of my favorite family traditions.