Tits Are Made For Sucking Ch. 07

"Oh, Jesus, Mom," I looked into her eyes, my left hand resting on her breast. "What are you talking about?"

"It's just that all of my secrets are coming out." She returned to nuzzling my damp hair. "How can I be your mother when you know what I am? How I like to be taken like a whore?"

"You gotta scratch that itch, or it will drive you crazy," Mrs. Arden managed to say.

"Oh, my God...oh, no..." Mom whispered.

I reached up to touch her chin, lifting her face to meet mine.

"Stop it." I said plainly. "Stop this guilty bullshit. Jesus, this was so hot, and so much fun." I kissed her mouth, both our eyes closing for just a moment as our tongues brushed together. "This is what we were meant to do."

"What?" Mom wrinkled her brow. "Incest? Me fucking my own son and his best friend?"

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Well, you have me there," I replied. "I doubt all sons fuck their mothers, but who knows?" My lips brushed against her hard nipple, still salty with sweat. "And to be truthful, who the fuck cares?"

I took her nipple in my mouth and started to suck. She held the back of my head, sighing as pleasure once again tingled in her breast.

"That's it, my love," Mom cooed. "My tits always need to be sucked by you." She kissed the top of my head again. "My wonderful, horny son."

I moaned, relishing her hard tip in my mouth, lost in the sweet softness of her breasts. But as much as I enjoyed this simple act, Mrs. Arden had other ideas.

"Hey, guys," she piped up. "If anyone's tits are going to get sucked, they need to be mine!"

Mom and I looked at her, sitting on the carpet, legs crossed, next to her son. She held her large breasts up to reveal beads of milk on each of her thick, hard nipples.

"Dammit, these need to be drained!" She looked down at her swollen jugs. A drop of milk fell free of one of the nipples, trickling down her bare thigh. "I'm about to burst!"

Instinctively, Mike and I moved upon her, pushing her against the wall, ready to obey. I paused before taking a nipple in my mouth, thinking of my mother, watching us.

"Mom, I'm sorry I didn't ask," I said, holding up one of Mrs. Arden's breasts, milk dripping from it. "Would you like some?"

My mother smiled, rising to her knees on the bed. What a vision of loveliness she was, with her warm, gleaming eyes, devilish smile, full, expressive lips, her sweet tits and gnarly bush. God, there was so much dried come smeared across her midsection, her pubes stuck out at all angles. A well-fucked and well-loved mother.

As it should be.

"No, honey," Mom smiled. "You guys take care of Sylvia." She slipped off the bed and rose to her feet. "I'll entertain myself another way."

Wordlessly, Mike and I drew Mrs. Arden's tits into our mouths. She hissed with pleasure, resting her hands on our bare backs as she nursed us. God, her huge nipple was like a thumb poking into my mouth.

"Yes, yes," she said, eyes closed. "I'll say it again. I could really get used to this."

Both of us moaned in agreement, our mouths full of tit flesh.

"God, all of this constant sex has made me lactate even more, I think."

Mrs. Arden had uncrossed her legs when we pushed her against the wall. Now they were lazily spread open, her knees slightly drawn up. Her ample, matronly thighs provided an indescribable softness on which to rest our hands.

As we pressed our faces into the sweet pillows of Mrs. Arden's tits, I felt another presence moving up behind us, and between her legs. The next moment, Mrs. Arden let out a breathy moan.

"Ahhh!" She quivered, tensing slightly.

I opened my eyes, turning slightly to look down, but never letting go of Mrs. Arden's nipple. Lo and behold, I marveled at my mother's face buried in Mrs. Arden's copious bush. I glanced up to meet Mike's eyes, then both of us looked back down at Mom nuzzling his mother's pussy.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," Mrs. Arden sighed, her hips squirming. "That's it, Phyllis, that's it. God, I'm so wet."

Mom moaned, most of her face concealed by thick lady fur. With her slender fingers, Mom parted the curly forest to reveal wet, pink flesh underneath. An ample, glistening clit protruded from underneath a decent-sized hood of flesh.

Mom's tongue delicately flicked up and down Mrs. Arden's clit, like a cat lapping up milk. The response was immediate.

"Oh, God, yes!" Mrs. Arden gasped. "Eat my pussy, but be careful, love." She chuckled. "These guys fucked the daylights out of me last night, so it's a bit sensitive."

"Mmm...hmm." Mom smacked her lips, smiling up at us, then returned to her activity.

"Oh, damn...DAMN!" Mrs. Arden was drowning in pleasure. "Two mouths on my tits and one on my pussy. What more could a horny mother ask for?"

We all fell silent, lost in our various duties. Time passed silently as we blissfully pleasured Mrs. Arden. Mom's expert tongue kept Mrs. Arden right on the edge for what seemed like an eternity. Mike and I drained the milk from her tits, but kept on sucking. As long as Mom was eating her out, we weren't going to break this trifecta of pleasure.

Of course, Mrs. Arden couldn't hold out forever. Her breathing increased, turning into sharp pants. I looked over to Mike, who was tugging his mother's huge nipple between his pearly white teeth. I followed his lead, drawing my teeth up the shaft of her elongated tit repeatedly.

"Yes...yes," she gasped. "That's it. Torture my nipples!"

Obediently, we continued sucking and tugging her quivering breasts, eager for her to climax.

"Keep on doing that," she said to no one in particular. "Steady...steady. Don't stop."

Mom groaned, her mouth full of fur and juices. She wriggled her head like a hungry animal and swallowed Mrs. Arden's copious secretions.

That did it.

"Shit..shit...YES!" Mrs. Arden jerked once, then again and again, coming with glee. "Mama's coming...oh, yes, yes!" She gasped, sharp jabs of pleasure wracking her body.

We released her tits, watching Mom lick Mrs. Arden through one orgasm, then another.

Mike and I reclined on the carpet, remaining on opposite sides of his mother, glancing at each other, watching the show wide-eyed as my mother finally stopped licking. She rested her head on Mrs. Arden's pubic mound.

"Damn, Phyllis," Mrs. Arden reached down to stroke Mom's wet cheek. "You always know how to get me off."

Mom smiled and nodded slightly, kissing Mrs. Arden's smooth inner thigh.

"Damn, that was hot," Mike finally said. "You guys do this before?"

Mom looked up at Mrs. Arden and both of them burst into laughter. Mike and I crawled back to rest our heads on his mother's breasts.

"Phyllis, what should we reveal?" Mrs. Arden smiled. "Too much, too soon?"

"Oh, what the hell!" Mom rolled over on her back, tits pointing up. Mrs. Arden's ample thigh cradled her head. "We're pretty much out in the open already."

"You can say that again, love."

Mom kissed Mrs. Arden's fingertips, taking her hand and rubbing it against her cheek.

"Come on," I urged them. "Tell us what you've been up to."

"Do you want to start?" Mrs. Arden asked my mother.

"Well," Mom paused a moment, as if searching for the right words. Her cheeks burned bright red. Perhaps she was still embarrassed by the whole thing, or maybe she was aroused by telling the story. "We've all known each other for years, what with you guys being friends as long as anyone can remember. You recall when Sylvia and I discovered we also worked on the same street."

"Same street, opposite buildings," Mrs. Arden added, her hands caressing our bare shoulders.

"What a surprise when we finally bumped into each other one afternoon, both of us walking to the lunch counter at Woolworth's."

"Serendipity, my love," Mrs. Arden smiled.

"In spades," Mom looked up at her. "I wanted to car pool."

"But our schedules weren't quite compatible."

"No, I'm afraid, but we did start having lunch together."

"Every day."

"You love tuna salad with iced tea."

"And you can't figure out if you like turkey on rye or navy bean soup better. You always did like variety, though."

"Anything wrong with mixing it up sometime?"

Impatient, Mike interrupted. "How did you guys get together? You know..."

"Well," Mrs. Arden said, looking into my mother's eyes. "That was about the time you and I started fooling around, son." She kissed Mike's forehead. "All of that marathon sucking and fucking woke up my dormant body, which was no surprise. Next thing I know, I'm a goddamned milk maid."

Mike grunted a noise of approval. Mom picked up the narrative.

"I suspected something was going on. Poor Sylvia, those big tits were leaking out by lunchtime."

"I was a mess!"

"Nothing like a woman pushing forty and fully lactating." Mom's voice conveyed a hint of lust.

"Jesus, I thought I was years past that."

"But you weren't," Mom added. "That one day you were leaking through your bra onto your blouse...oh, my!"

"God, I was so embarrassed!"

"You ran into the bathroom and started squeezing your milk out into the toilet."

"That was the most ridiculous thing to do, all of that perfectly good milk. I hated it!"

"You finally let me in on your secret."

"Well, almost." Now Mrs. Arden blushed furiously. "I told you I had a boyfriend."

"Yeah, and what a boyfriend." Mom looked over to Mike, his head blissfully resting against his mother's breast, his lips almost touching one of her huge, erect nipples.

"And then the day came when you started helping me." Mrs. Arden sighed as if savoring the thought.

"Yeah, we found a broom closet on the eighth floor that no one really used," Mom said. "And with a lock."

"The moment I started nursing you," Mrs. Arden shuddered, reliving the moment they became intimate, "That first time. God, that still makes my pussy throb, thinking about it."

"Yes, baby." Mom rolled back over, lifting herself up on her elbows to gaze up at Mrs. Arden's face. "I've always been an oral girl." She glanced at me and broke into laughter. "Neil found that out pretty fast."

"Mmmm," I nodded, smiling down at my mother.

"Every day at noon I nursed you, then we were off to the lunch counter," Mrs. Arden said. "You weren't really hungry after draining me. Most of the time, you just watched me eat my tuna salad."

"All of that milk, then food?" Mom brushed her lips against Mrs. Arden's fur. "I had to skip lunch when I started putting on weight."

"And nursing you made me so fucking horny, I had to finish off with my fingers."

"Until I starting putting my mouth there, too."

"Goddamn!" Mike said, looking at them, then me.

"Goddamn is right," Mrs. Arden said. "Between you and Phyllis, my tits and pussy were getting fully serviced."

"And you returned the favor," Mom added.

"Of course, I did. Once we got a routine going, you left me drained of milk AND totally satisfied, I just had to!"

"But that silly broom closet was so dusty, and we had to be quiet."

"Jesus, neither one of us was good at coming quietly," Mrs. Arden said. "And then the janitor caught us."

"What?" I perked up.

"You don't know what sluts we are," Mom laughed. "We were so worked up, Sylvia offered him a sample."

"Mom! Really?" Mike's mouth fell open. I couldn't tell if he was shocked or aroused. Maybe both. Hearing them tell their story was getting me worked up as well.

"God, I thought he was going to have a heart attack," Mrs. Arden said. "That is until he latched onto my tit and started sucking."

"Next thing you know, he stood guard for us every day," Mom said.

"Well, as long as we let him drain one of my tits after you were done, he was as faithful as a hound dog."

"Drain your tit and sometimes a little extra."

"Yep, he drove a hard bargain." Mrs. Arden snickered. "Hard is the right way to put it. And big." Both of them giggled like excited schoolgirls.

I kept looking over at Mike, and noticed his cock was as hard as mine. Both of us had trouble believing what we were hearing. So many revelations in such a short period of time!

Mom's eyes darkened as she gazed up at Mrs. Arden. Again, she kissed the smooth inside of her thigh, inches from her pussy. "But that damned broom closet really cramped our lovemaking."

"We couldn't do much to alter our lunchtime activities, so we started thinking." Mrs. Arden kissed her son's upturned face, then mine. "You guys were busy certain days with extracurricular activities."

"Tuesday and Thursday afternoons," Mike interrupted, looking at me. Those had been the days we'd meet under the bleachers after school. There was a dark recess beneath the press box which one had to climb into. Even though no one talked about it, those in the know would hide there and hang out, smoking, drinking, or making out like Mike and I did.

"Ah, yes," I smiled, thinking of all the fooling around we did in that little cubbyhole. The sounds of football practice drifted through the metal framework of the bleachers as we sucked and fucked our way to fulfillment. God, I try to calculate the sheer amount of ejaculate we ingested, or injected, into each other's bodies.

"Touchdown," we heard the coach yell in the distance as I came inside Mike for the third time. Still coupled, we couldn't help but laugh at the perfect timing.

But I digress.

"We had a very short time to get to either this house or yours," Mrs. Arden said, looking at me. "And a proper bed."

"These guys don't know how many times I slipped out the back door after a quickie," Mom smiled. "I parked down the street, so I could make a clean getaway."

"Sneaky," Mike nodded. No doubt he was thinking of our then-surreptitious at-home activities.

"Same goes here," Mrs. Arden said, "although I had to slip through that creaky old gate in your picket fence and escape through the alleyway."

"This house is better for a quick escape," Mom added. Both women eyed each other, as if pleased a couple of suburban working moms could maintain such a naughty deception.

"Then we found out about you guys." Mrs. Arden raised an eyebrow. "God, it must run in the family. Or families."

"Unbridled lust, that is," Mom added.

"Dammit," Mike said. "And we thought we were the sneaky ones."

"You two were so busy getting it on in Mike's bedroom, you didn't notice me standing outside the door." Mrs. Arden said. "The first time, I was shocked, not knowing what to do." She hugged us to her breasts again. "But I thought of what Phyllis and I were doing, and you two are consenting adults..." She sighed. "Oh, why the hell not?"

"Too many bullshit rules in this world," Mom added.

"That's when I caught you spying on me, you rascal." Mrs. Arden reached down to squeeze her son's naked butt. "And I figured, let's see how this plays out." She kissed Mike again, this time fully on the mouth. Their lips brushed together for a few moments before she pulled back. "And I'm so very glad I did."

Both women laughed again. Mom looked at me.

"And I didn't have to do much to get you between my legs," she teased. "Feeling my own son's cock inside me, it was strange at first, so very taboo..."

"Incest isn't something we had planned on," Mrs. Arden added.

"But, sweet Jesus, it felt so good, my love." Mom reached up to squeeze my erection. "That cock of yours fits me just right."

I squirmed somewhat under her firm grip. Damn if I wasn't getting horny again. I looked over to notice Mike's cock bobbing like a flagpole during a windstorm.

"On another note," Mrs. Arden spoke up, looking at Mom, "did you bring our friend along?"

Mom paused for a moment, as if trying to understand the request, then nodded. "Oh, yes." She smiled. "Our friend. Yes, indeed."

Mrs. Arden patted our butts, indicating she wanted to get up from the carpet. Reluctantly, we rolled away as she rose. Mike and I watched in awe as her magnificent body, huge breasts swaying, stood fully erect. She smirked at us, entertained by our ridiculous faces.

"Your mother's mouth on my pussy is just the start," Mrs. Arden said to me, then glancing over to her son. "But you should see what she does after that."

Intrigued, we watched as Mom reached into her overnight case as Mrs. Arden slipped back onto the bed, propping herself up with a couple of pillows. What we saw next was totally unexpected.

In those days, we knew what a dildo was, but this one had straps and buckles attached. I learned this was a classic "strap-on". Oh, the education I was getting! What I remember most is how erotic it was watching my mother put it on. The corners of her mouth upturned into a shy grin as her face burned red. She gazed demurely at the carpet as she slipped the item around her waist and pubis, her tits jiggling as she tightened the straps.

Mrs. Arden watched intently as Mom gripped the long, black shaft, making sure it was secure and ready.

"Goddammit, Phyllis," she growled, squirming on the bed with her legs apart. "Stop playing around with that thing and fuck me!"

My mother climbed onto the bed with nothing but mischief on her face as Mrs. Arden drew her knees up slightly, opening her thighs wide to accept Mom's body. Mom spit on her hand, rubbing it all over the shiny faux-cock, then she gripped it at the base and began sliding the tip up and down Mrs. Arden's glistening slit. Mom released the cock and began undulating gently, pushing the tip inside.

"Yesss!!!" Mrs. Arden hissed as Mom entered her sopping wet pussy. "Goddamn, yes! YES!!!"

"C'mon," Mom said, her voice low and dark. "Take my big, black cock inside your body, like a good girl."

"Wow," I thought to myself. Big, black cock wasn't a term I usually heard coming from my mother. But of course, we were light-years into uncharted territory. Mike and I kept glancing at each other, saucer-eyed as we watched our mothers' bodies coupling. I wondered if his hard, jutting shaft ached for attention as much as mine.

No doubt, my mother's demeanor changed once she donned the strap-on. From her voice, face and movements, she had become more aggressive. Mom continued undulating, pushing deeper and deeper into Mrs. Arden's body until she was all the way in.

"Grrr!" Mrs. Arden clenched her teeth, reaching back with both hands to grip the headboard as her toes dug into the bedclothes.

"Sylvia, you're going to get the fucking you need." Mom reached up to grip the headboard as well, her fingers intertwining with Mrs. Arden's, and started thrusting away, her buttocks tensing with each push.

Mrs. Arden just kept repeating words of encouragement as my mother fucked her deep and hard.

"Goddamn!" I said to Mike, both us huddled together, naked on the carpet.

"Goddamn is right!" My best friend replied, resting his head on my bare shoulder. He slid his leg over mine. I rubbed his thigh as we both gazed at the spectacle.

Mom leaned over Mrs. Arden, their breasts rubbing together with each thrust of my mother's body.

"Oh, yes, Phyllis, my love," Mrs. Arden whimpered submissively under Mom's onslaught. "Rub our tits together! Fuck me!"

"I'll give you the cock you need, little girl," my mother replied. She pressed her panting mouth against Mrs. Arden's for a few seconds, wetting both their lips with a sloppy, wet kiss. Mrs. Arden returned the kiss, moaning with desire.

I was so aroused, watching them fuck, I thought I would choke on the lump in my throat. Mike squirmed beside me, rubbing his bare flesh against mine.

Her mouth glistening with saliva, Mom turned and, still pumping at a steady pace, devilishly smiled at us.

"Just relax and sit this one out, boys," she said, arousal tempering her voice, her white teeth clenched. Mom had a fire in her eyes I didn't see often. Now she was the aggressor, a role she didn't come to naturally. But now her eyes penetrated mine as I watched her fuck. She raised an eyebrow. "Better yet, why don't you take care of each other?"