Two mothers and their children had a passionate night.

Chapter One

Recently, I was reminiscing about "that summer" with my mother.

"How much do you remember?" I asked my mother.

"Just everything!" my mother said.

"Yes," I said, "they're so ingrained, it's hard to forget them."

"I remember just as much," my mother said, raising her eyebrows, "those 'things' are 'ingrained'!"

I remember that incredible summer vividly, the one when I lost my virginity because of my mother, my aunt, and my cousin. I was thirteen years old.

On the seventh day of summer, to give both our families a week-long vacation, my uncle rented a large cabin in the mountains north of Los Angeles.

My father naturally stayed home; he wasn't keen on taking the week off from work, and aside from that, he was the type who never went outdoors. Nobody bothered. My mother and father's lives were no longer close, and my uncle had never liked him in any way.

So, that Monday morning, my uncle Floyd, aunt Barbara, and cousin Robert picked up my mother and me in our driveway, tossed our travel bags into the back of the station wagon (yes, that was many years ago!), and drove two hours north to Big Bear Lake.

Floyd was a 43-year-old, balding, chattering man, and 43-year-old Barbara sat beside him as he drove.

Barbara was an Indigenous woman, healthy, with short brown hair, brown eyes, brown skin, and a cheerful smile. I didn't pay much attention to it then, but Barbara was very welcoming.

My cousin Robert, who also had brown skin like his mother, sat with me in the back seat with my mother.

My mother, Susan, is a petite, blonde, blue-eyed beauty of thirty-eight, with a captivating smile that radiates from her beautiful face. Years of ballet have given her strong, muscular legs. I always admire her healthy, sun-kissed tan.

When we arrived at the cabin, everyone was excited but exhausted. The house had two floors and three bedrooms, two upstairs and one downstairs next to the kitchen. Robert and I shared a room, my mother had her own, and my uncle and aunt shared the downstairs bedroom.

We unpacked, settled in, and decided to enjoy the week. Especially since we had escaped the unbearable heat of home and arrived in the perfect, cool mountain air.

Nothing particularly special happened on the first day. While my mother and aunt chatted away, my uncle busied himself around the house. Robert and I made as much trouble as we could, but refused to do any tedious or strenuous work.

Then came "that morning" that summer. My uncle received a call from his workplace. Their work was in turmoil. They desperately needed him because the heatwave was causing serious damage, and everyone was using their air conditioning; they really needed his help that day. Of course, he went home, and I pretended we all went home with him, but he said he'd try to finish work before sunset and get back.

He didn't, and my mother and aunt started to get a little worried. Around eight o'clock, the phone rang; it was my uncle. He said he'd be home overnight, that the work would take longer than he expected, but he'd be back early the next morning, and we'd have to get through the night on our own: two sexy middle-aged women and two energetic teenage boys. I only learned how it all happened later. At

midnight
, Robert and I were in our room talking about music and girls, though we'd both had more than one. I remember mentioning Wendy. Blegel, a voluptuous, dark-skinned girl I once had a crush on. My interest ended because mentioning her to my mother aroused her intense jealousy.

"I won't let you hang out with those school sluts!" she roared.

"They're not sluts," I retorted. "Well, maybe they are, I don't know, but I've never found any."

My mother's next words shocked me: "If I could, I'd find an older, experienced woman to teach you."

The screech of brakes from Heidi Frey, the financial economist, saved me! I was lucky; I temporarily forgot about the conversation with my mother.

The semester ended, and now I was in our mountain cabin talking to my cousin about Arnold Smith and Wendy.

Meanwhile, my mother and aunt were talking in the downstairs living room—I wish we knew what they were talking about! My mother began to talk about their young, precious son. My mother, of course, didn't want me to have sex with those "little sluts" at school, and my aunt shared the same thought. My mother then mentioned her wish: to find an "older woman" to teach me. But of course, that hadn't happened yet.

After a brief pause, my mother looked at Barbara and slowly said, "Why don't we do 'it'?"

"Do what?" my aunt asked incredulously.

"Teach the boys."

"About sex?" Barbara whispered excitedly. My mother stopped talking and looked at her.

“Susan…that’s incest.”

Mom sighed. “Barbara, don’t lecture me about morality!”

After another worried pause, Mom grew bolder. “Fine, I’ll do ‘it’!” she said. “I’ll go there right now, not only with my son, but with your son too!” Barbara

’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, her movements suggesting she was speaking, but no word came out.

“What?” Mom asked.

She waved her hand, shaking her head, and my aunt said, “I don’t know, I want…I just—I don’t know!”

“Damn, what are you afraid of?” Mom asked. “Is it wrong?”

Barbara remained silent.

“You need a swap?” my mother asked.

“Exchange?”

“Yes, you know, you can do it with my son, and I can do it with your son.”

Barbara stared at my mother suspiciously for a long time, until finally she said loudly, “Are you really going to do it?”

My mother nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it for months, trying to muster up the courage. Look, Floyd’s gone tonight, you don’t have any other men, and I’ll keep my mouth shut, you know.”

“Yes, but this is different,” she said softly.

“Barbara,” Mom said, “there are two young men upstairs, not boys, but young men. They’ve never had sex before. Why don’t we teach them? That way they won’t feel the same pressure, or get into trouble at school or catch a disease. Besides,” she smiled, “I believe everyone will get a lot of pleasure that way.”

My aunt’s expression began to relax, and my mother continued, “They both look like ‘good guys,’ you know?” My

aunt finally smiled, shaking her head and chuckling slightly. “But, will they want us?” Barbara asked.

“Let’s find out.” “Knock, knock…”

When we heard the knock and went to the door, my mother's voice came through: "Would you like to come down and watch TV with us?" she asked.

We didn't answer; how could we not? My mother and Barbara were wearing expensive pajamas that barely covered their underwear. Why were they half-naked? I couldn't know, and Robert and I had no answer either.

My mother's healthy, creamy-white thighs contrasted sharply with Robert's mother's long, slender, dark thighs; both were so alluring. Our mothers encouraged us to come downstairs with their bodies, and Robert and I walked towards them, following them down the stairs with remarkable ease.

We stayed in the living room. Robert and I sat on the sofa, while our mothers sat in their armchairs, silently watching TV. Occasionally, Robert and I would steal quick glances at our mothers' thighs. They made no attempt to conceal what lay beneath their pajamas; we could even see their underwear! Robert and I frequently shifted in our seats, trying to hide our embarrassingly hard penises peeking out from under our t-shirts and shorts.

The atmosphere in the room was incredibly tense.

"Robert!" my mother suddenly spoke. Her voice made us almost jump out of our chairs.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Robert glanced quickly at our mothers, looked shocked, gave a nervous smile, but didn't answer.

After a pause, my mother asked, "Have you boys ever seen naked women in magazines before?"

We lowered our heads and remained silent.

Mom quickened her pace slightly, turning to Barbara and saying, “I think it’s time to show them a real naked woman. Aren’t you going to do that, Barbara?”

Slightly uneasy, Barbara looked at Mom with wide eyes and replied, “Oh! Yes! Of course!” We didn’t know who was more terrified—us or Barbara.

Mom immediately stood up and slowly unbuttoned the first button of her nightgown. Her gaze swept from me to my cousin, a smile always on her face. Mom seemed more confident, because she knew she was in control. Mom unbuttoned the last button, her confident breasts and firm pink nipples seeming to beg for a mouth to suckle them.

As she pulled down her panties, her eyes remained fixed on us. She let them fall to the floor, revealing her golden pubic hair. She giggled at us, turning her body to fully expose herself, occasionally swaying her full hips slightly.

"God, what a sexy ass she has!" Robert and I breathed heavily, a little tense and uneasy, our eyes greedily fixed on her body.

"Come on, Barbara," Mom said.

My aunt seemed hesitant, unable to look at us calmly. She slowly stood up and unbuttoned the first button. Slowly, and painfully, finally, the nightgown fell to the floor. It was certainly worth the wait.

"Oh!" Robert exclaimed.

Barbara was deeply shocked by her son's reaction to her breasts. She didn't need to be so shocked; it was the normal reaction of any normal man. It's just that I preferred everything about my mother, even though it had been hard for me to accept this thought before.

My aunt's breasts were much larger than Mom's, though they were beginning to sag slightly. Large, round, with acorn-colored brown nipples. God, my uncle is fucking lucky!

My aunt's hand slowly moved towards her panties, her eyes seeming to say, "How can I avoid this?" It was too late. She slowly pulled down her panties, exposing her thick, dark pubic hair to us. Her panties fell to the floor, and I watched, breathing heavily, as my cousin licked his lips!

Barbara froze, almost solidified. Mom turned her around, showing us her buttocks—a beautiful, fine coffee-colored bottom! As she turned again, Robert and I stared intently at our naked mothers.

Barbara tried to smile, but something indescribable was mixed in with her expression. My mother had a happy smile on her face, and I noticed her labia were protruding, her vagina quite wet!

Then, she and Barbara sat down on the recliner, and Mom said, “Okay, you keep turning!”

I just watched from the side, a little scared, as my cousin let out an uneasy laugh. Then Mom looked at me and said, “Take off your shirt. You too, Robert.”

I slowly stood up, just like my cousin, and took off our shirts. My mother looked at our crotches, which were swollen to their limit and damp with stains. Mom’s eyes gleamed, and she smiled like a devil, revealing her teeth.

“Now take off your shorts,” she said.

Then, we quietly took off our shorts. Our young penises were extremely erect, forming tents over our tight underwear. Mom didn’t say a word; all four of them, her and Barbara’s eyes, were wide open, excitedly staring at our erections under our underwear, and neither of them spoke.

Robert and I loosened our corsets, our underwear slipped down, and our young, erect teenage penises sprang out, exposed to the air, freed from their confinement, bouncing freely. We stood there, giggling nervously, our penises standing tall in the air. At that time, my penis was only about five inches long, while Robert's was longer and thicker.

My mother's eyes lit up; she held her breath, her mouth agape, licking her lips repeatedly, her gaze fixed intently on our erect, young penises. I happened to notice my aunt examining our "things," a hint of hesitation in her eyes, but more anticipation.

"You boys have really grown up," my mother said with a smile.

"And it's obvious," my aunt echoed.

(To be continued)

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