“Yes, go on…”
“Well, she’s the one who told me about that fantasy hand game. In fact, she used to do it for me. It helped me sleep.”
“Wow, are we there yet? I am about to blow it ‘cauz of what you said.”
“Just wait a couple of minutes.” My hand was going crazy on her fleshy breast as we cruised toward whatever spot she had chosen.
“Hm, my brother likes rubbing my tits, and he likes the thought of my mother getting me off at night. I never had any idea that you are as twisted as I am.”
We arrived at a secluded parking lot in the woods just off the interstate. There was one street lamp, but no one around for miles. During the day, this was a parking lot for joggers and hikers, but now it was deserted.
Lisa opened the car door and got out, still topless. She came over to my side of the car and opened the door. I undid my seatbelt and swung my legs out of the car. Lisa undid my pants and pulled them off. My cock swung out and hit her in the tit while she was getting me ready. I expected her to start with her hand, but she went straight to the mouth. It was warm and soft and smooth.
After she had gotten a substantial amount of saliva on my cock, she pulled away and placed it between her tits. There was plenty of room for me.
“I’m going to have to come home more often. This is more fun than I imagined it would be.”
“How long… have you been …imagining it.” I could barely get the words out between heavy breaths.
“Quite a while. In fact, ever since I heard about someone else doing it with her brother. She said that there was never quite anything as good as breaking that taboo. I always wondered if you would be into something like this.”
“So…what if you…had a son…would you…”
“Yes, I would just like I’m doing for you. I’d suck his cock, and I’d let him fuck my tits.”
“Suck it, suck it, I want to cum in your mouth.”
Lisa placed her mouth around my cock just in time to catch the boiling hot loads of jizz down her throat. On the way home Lisa thanked me and we talked about how fun it was to get off with each other. She promised that she would come back for a weekend when she got the chance.
After a few days of waiting for Sunday to roll around, I was ready to have another “movie night” with mom. I knew that she was holding out on me just a little bit, but I figured that it was in the interest of other people’s privacy.
We both got to the living room at the same time. Mom put in the video for the night which had been lying on the TV stand.
“What kind of movie is this?” I asked.
“I didn’t even look.” She shrugged as if it were just a formality.
“Hey mom?”
“Yes?”
“Can I take your top off again tonight?”
“Yes, I would like that. I could also use a nice massage, I have had to wear my tight bra all week and my tits feel so constricted.”
With the movie playing in the background, we both stood in the middle of the room. I reached out and undid the buttons on my mother’s shirt and pulled it off of her one arm at a time. Then I moved closer and reached around to the back so that my face was planted in between her heavenly hooters. The clasp took some time because it was not your ordinary simple construction, it was a serious piece of load bearing gear. When the clasp came undone, mom’s breasts let loose and pushed the bra and my face back.