Since he hadn't slept all night, Ben missed breakfast. He would have missed lunch, too, if his mother and Joan hadn't come into his room to wake him.
The sisters stormed into the room noisily, telling him to get up. They went to his bed and grabbed his feet and shook him.
Ben woke up with a start. Then he realized what was going on. With the memory of what had happened the night before still clear in his mind, Ben was glad to see the two women.
Then he realized his prick was stiff and holding the sheet up over his crotch. And even though he was proud of his cock – the cock he'd heard these two chicks discussing last night – he rolled over to hide it.
"You've already missed breakfast," his mother was saying. "Are you going to lie in bed all day?"
"Come on and have lunch with us," Joan said. "All right, all right," Ben pleaded. "Give me a chance."
"Okay, but if you're not up in five minutes we're coming to get you," Peg said.
"We'll drag you out of bed by the cock," Joan added.
The kinky sisters left, giggling.
What the hell is going on? Ben wondered. Has everyone gone crazy? But he wasn't complaining. Although it was very weird to have his own mother acting the way she was, Ben loved it.
Ben got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. His prick was still hard, and it was huge. Could that be enough to make his aunt and mother act so strangely? If so, he was glad he was so well endowed.
Ben dressed, washed, and went down to the kitchen. The women were setting the table for lunch. With all the exercise he'd had the night before, Ben's mouth began to water when he saw the heaping plates of ham and salami and rye bread the girls were putting out.
Of course, Ben hadn't missed the lovely sight of his mother and aunt, like the day before, they were dressed very sexily. Tits overflowed and asses protruded beneath tight slacks.
As he gobbled up sandwich after sandwich, Ben noticed that Joan kept smiling at him. He would smile back, then look over at his mother to see if she was noticing what was going on. She was. Although she was trying to be nonchalant, she couldn't help smiling slyly.
Then Ben felt his aunt's naked toes slipping up the leg of his pants. By the time lunch was finished, Ben's mouth was still watering, and his prick was still stiff.
But Ben felt that he had to get away from this madhouse. He had to get some sort of perspective on what was going on. Maybe if he talked to his friends about what had happened he could understand it himself.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked when Ben said he was going out for a while. There seemed to be a note of disappointment in her voice, he thought. But he just said he was going out, not specifying where.
Ben headed for the soda shop. None of the guys were there. Then he checked out the playground. There he found them engaged in a baseball game.
They invited him to play in the field, and he accepted. Borrowing a glove from one of the guys on the other team, Ben took his place in the outfield. But his mind wasn't on the game. All he could think of was what the two sisters were saying about him at that moment.
There didn't seem to be much chance of talking to the guys now that the game was on. And Ben thought that maybe he should just go home.
He was lost in thought when he heard all the guys calling his name. He looked up just in time to see the ball coming at him. He raised his glove, but the ball sailed over it, hitting him square on the head.
Ben saw stars. Rubbing his head, he told the guys he didn't feel like playing ball after all, and considering his performance, they didn't try to talk him into sticking around.
He wandered around for a while, thinking. No answers came to him. He had to conclude that his aunt was horny, and his mother thought it was fine for her sister to fuck her son. As he thought about his kinky aunt, he began to long for another encounter with her. So Ben headed for home.
But when he got there he noticed that Joan's car was gone. He hoped she hadn't left for good. And he hoped that his mother had gone out with her.
When he went into the house, though, he found his mother sitting in the living room.
"Where's Aunt Joan?" he asked.
"She just went out for a while," Peg said. "She'll be back in time for dinner. I thought we'd have a barbecue in the yard."
Ben thought his mother was looking at him with a strange smile. But he couldn't be sure, and it drove him wild.
"How does steak sound?" Peg asked him.
"Great," Ben said.
But he couldn't face his mother without knowing what she was thinking. He went to his room.
But Ben couldn't relax. He thought of going to his mother and telling her that he'd heard her talking about him with Joan the night before. But since merely thinking about telling her that was making his face flush, he didn't think he could go through with asking her.
Before long, though, it seemed he would have no choice. He was just dying to know what his mother thought about his fucking Joan.
He paced back and forth, trying to gather his courage. When he felt that he just might be able to confront his mother, his courage began to mount.
Before he knew what was happening, Ben found himself walking to the living room. His mother looked up at him with the same sly smile she'd been wearing all day whenever she looked at him.
Ben took a deep breath.
"You know, I heard you and Aunt Joan talking about me last night!"
Peg looked genuinely shocked. Her smile was gone.
"You mean after…" Peg said hesitantly.
"Yeah, after I fucked Aunt Joan," Ben said with a brazenness that surprised him.
Peg looked, down at the floor for several seconds.
"What's going on around here, anyway?" Ben asked.
"I'm not sure I know myself," Peg said. "But Joan is so wild. And I get caught up in her fun."
So it was all Joan's idea, Ben thought.
"But I think Joan's right," Peg said suddenly. "She believes in having a good time, and so do I."
Mother and son looked into each other's eyes.
"Oh, Ben," Peg said. "You didn't think we were laughing at you, did you?"
"No, I just couldn't figure out what was going on," he said.
Peg stood and went to her son. He hugged him. "Joan told me she wanted to fuck you," Peg said. "I told her that I didn't mind. Then we talked about it. We shouldn't have, but you know how girls are."
With his mother's tits pressing against him, Ben was getting horny again.
"You're not mad at me or Joan, are you?" Peg asked.
"No," Ben said quickly. "No, I'm really glad she came into my room last night. It was great. But it was pretty weird, too. Especially after I heard you two talking about it."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Peg said. "We shouldn't have talked about it."
She stepped back and smiled, warmly this time, at her son.
"At least we should have made sure you didn't hear us," she added.
Ben smiled now, too.
"Your aunt thinks it's all right for an aunt to fuck her nephew," Peg said. "And I really didn't see anything wrong with it."
"Isn't it incestuous or something?" Ben asked.
"I suppose it is," Peg said. "But it's not like a mother fucking her son, exactly."
They looked at each other again. There were a few seconds of silence. Ben knew that he would fuck his mother if she gave him the chance. And Peg realized the same thing.
"Even a mother who does fuck her son might be justified if they both want it," Peg said, her voice trembling.
There were a few more seconds of silence. Then mother and son leaped at each other.
If Ben thought it was weird fucking his aunt, now his head spun with the perversion of holding his mother to him.
They kissed, but not as they'd ever kissed before. They stuck theft tongues into each other's mouths. Ben was holding the lump in his jeans tightly to his mother's stomach.
He was immediately aware of the differences between his mother's body and his aunt's. His mother's tits were bigger and looser. She was shorter too, and more solidly built.
Ben perceived this though a haze of wild passion. Was his mother going to fuck him?
"I don't know if this is right or not," Peg said. "But I can't help myself. Oh, Ben, I've wanted to fuck you for a long time."
"I've wanted to fuck you too," he said.
They kissed again. Ben didn't know if this was right or not, either. But, like his mother, he was beyond control. And with all the kinky things that had been going on lately, this hardly seemed perverted.
Peg led her son to her room. Then with the boy watching, she began stripping.
Ben remembered when he had peeked in her window and had seen her jerking off and now here he was in her room with her, watching her taking her clothes off.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked Ben.
"Oh sure," he said in a stupor of lust.
He saw his mother's tits come into view as she pulled her sweater over her head. When she bent over to pull down her slacks, those heavy jugs swung low. Ben couldn't wait to get his hands on them.
Then Peg pulled off her panties and stood naked for her son's enjoyment.
Ben was fumbling with his clothes. Since he couldn't take his eyes from his mother's body, it took him a while to get stripped.
"You have your father's prick," Peg said as she admired the monster of a prick her son showed her when he got his pants down.
Standing there before his mother with his prick sticking out made Ben so eager it was only with great will power that he resisted jumping on her. As soon as Peg was naked she sank down on the bed and invited Ben to jump on her.
"Come here," Peg whispered.
Ben was there in a split second.
As Ben made himself comfortable on his mother's body, he noticed how her huge tits rolled between them. Their mouths came together hungrily.
With his tongue in his mother's mouth and his hand grabbing at her tits, Ben was in heaven – and so was his mother.
Now Peg realized that this was the key to her horniness. It wasn't lesbianism that she needed although that was wonderful – it was her son that could satisfy her, and only him.
Peg had never felt such an intense wave of lust as the one engulfing her now.
"Mmmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," she hummed as she and Ben fenced with their tongues.
Ben felt his mother reaching for his prick. He turned his body slightly to the side so she could grab the jerking spike. When he felt her hand around it, his passion multiplied.
Ben loved having his mother handling his prick.
She handled it much differently than his aunt had.
His mother seemed to be holding on desperately as though it were a strap in a crowded subway car.
Ben reached for her cunt with equal greed.
As soon as the boy wrapped his fingers around his mother's hairy and plump cunt, she spread her legs wide. With her thighs spread, the lips of her cunt separated somewhat. So even before Ben dipped a finger into her twat, he felt the wet inner-lips touching his palm.
"Ohhhhhhhh, honey," Peg sighed into her son's ear as she felt him slide a finger into her pussy.
Ben loved the way his mother moved her hips. It seemed her cunt was doing more to his finger than his finger was doing to her cunt. The hairy lips seemed to be chewing on his finger, and her flowing tunnel was sucking his long finger into it. "Ahhhhh! Ben, that's soooooo nice!" Peg gasped.
Ben was measuring the depth of her cuntal sleeve. His finger wagged high up the cave until the rest of his hand was pressing tightly against her mound.
Peg's hips began jerking just as they had when Ben peeked in and saw her jerking off.
"Ben, I've wanted you for so long," Peg said breathlessly. "Longer than I realized. Maybe that's why I sent you away to school."
Ben didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he covered his mother's mouth with his again and shoved his tongue into it. They kissed harder than either of them had ever kissed before.
Soon Ben was sliding down to suck his mother's tits. He found that they made wonderful pillows. He could let his face sink right into one of them while filling his mouth with her big, stiff nipple.
He gathered her tits up in his hands, pushing them together. With her nipples pushed close to each other, Ben ran his tongue from one to the other.
"Ben, you're wonderful!" Peg said. "Ummmmmm!"
As Ben played with his mother's jugs, he kept one hand exploring her cunt. Now he had two fingers up her slit, and he was stretching the lining of that cave. Peg kept her hips gyrating all the while.
Ben's prick, still in his mother's fist, was longing to till the chamber his fingers were now swimming in. But there was something else he wanted to do first. As Ben planned his attack his head spun with lust.
But then it was time to move. He began sliding down his mother's body again. His prick left her hand and his face left her tits. His mouth was watering. But at the same time he wasn't sure he could go through with what he was planning.
"Oh, Ben," Peg sighed deeply when she realized what the boy was going to do.
Ben, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, moved between his mother's spread legs. He looked into the cunt that was gaping in her crotch.
"Did you do this to Aunt Joan?" Peg asked with a trembling voice.
"No," Ben admitted. "I've never done this before."
"Oh, sweetheart," Peg cooed.
And Ben was bringing his face to her crotch. But before touching her wet cuntal interior with his tongue, he wanted to look into it.
He spread the lips further with his fingers. Now he could look right up his mother's cunt. He saw how her inner-lips came together to protect her cunt near the top. The funky odor of simmering juice was bathing his face.
Then Ben could wait no longer. He was practically drooling with eagerness.
Leaning forward, he stuck out his tongue. The first salty taste made him take, a deep breath. And that breath, laden with the mist of pussy odor, make him thrust his face forward.
"Ahhhhhh!" Peg cried loudly when she felt her cunt pierced by her son's strong tongue.
Ben felt the fatty lips of his mother's pussy spread over his face. His tongue was going wild within the pink gash. Without knowing exactly what he was doing, he moved his tongue all around his mother's cunt.
"Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh!" Peg gasped as her body twisted.
A few times Ben's tongue slipped from her salty cunt because his mother was gyrating and writhing so violently. But he held on to her thighs and leaned into her crotch.
Ben never realized a woman could go so wild. His mother was leaping and jerking around on the bed as though she were mad.
"Suck me!" she screamed. "I love it!"
Her words drove Ben on to even wilder cunt-lapping.
"I'm coming!" Peg cried.
Then with clenched teeth she continued wailing as her body was racked by waves of intense ecstasy.
With his tongue wagging in his mother's cunt, Ben held on to the wild woman. Although he'd seen several orgasming woman, including this one when he'd peeked in her window, Ben was amazed by his mother's antics. She was absolutely insane with bliss.
"Noooooo!" she wailed suddenly. "That's all!" With a mighty effort, Peg pulled herself away from her son's lashing tongue.
Ben realized that his mother couldn't take anymore. He lifted his wet face, wiped his mouth with the back of both hands, and looked, down at the devastated woman.
"Oh, God!" Peg whispered.
She was trembling and her body was jerking occasionally. She was breathing hard, making her tits rise and fall mightily.
"Are you all right?" Ben asked.
Peg laughed breathlessly. "Y-yes, s-sure. But, damn, that was a great cunt-lapping, honey!"
Ben blushed. He was shaken by the experience, too. Now he was more eager than ever to get his prick into his mother's pussy. But she was so shaken he didn't know if she could take it.
"Come on, honey," Peg said, spreading her legs and arms. "Fuck me!"
Ben couldn't believe it. She actually wanted more. He dropped himself on his mother's still-shaking body. After the cunt lapping, her cunt was soaking with slippery wetness, and it accepted his prick eagerly.
"Huhhhhhh," Ben sighed as he felt once again the glory of stuffing a cunt with his stiff prick.
His mother's cunt was a tight fit. The pussy he'd been licking now held his prick lovingly.
Having his prick in that tender trap was driving Peg right back to the heights of ecstasy. She was clutching her son's body with her arms and legs. Her mouth was sucking his tongue so hungrily, Ben felt an ache at the base of his tongue. But what was most important was the way her cunt was spasming on his invading prick. Her last orgasm had left her cunt caught in a perpetual orgasm. So as soon as Ben began pumping his shaft in and out, the woman was as wild as she had been a few minutes before.
"Fuck me!" she squealed. "Fuck me!"
And Ben did fuck her. He drove his hips up and down as fast and hard as he could.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Peg wailed.
His mother's pussy continued clamping down on his pistoning prick. The more the fat head of his cock stroked the tingling lining of her cunt-sleeve, the more the muscles in her cunt contracted in powerful spasms.
The way his mother was bucking and jerking beneath him made Ben's body ache with the effort of keeping up with her. He found that if he got to his haunches with his body erect above his mother, he could keep his prick sliding more easily.
And that position gave him a much better vantage point from which to watch her gyrations. He saw his mother's tits rocking mightily as she squirmed. He could watch her face reflecting the extreme passion she felt.
Before long, Ben's prick was ready to explode with gism.
"Ah, ah, I'm going to come!" he gasped.
Peg's face took on a new expression now. It seemed to Ben that she was trying to watch his face as he came.
"Ahhhrrr!" he growled suddenly as he was consumed by sexual rapture.
"Oh, God!" Peg cried. "I can feel you coming in me! I can feel your gism! It's so hot!"
Ben ground to a halt as his gism supply ran out. He collapsed limply on his mother's tits.
Only now that his lust was spent did he realize just how kinky fucking his own mother was. This was the woman who's body he had watched moving around the house under her clothing since he first felt sexual longings. This was his mother!
Peg felt the same way.
"That was wonderful," she said. "But I don't know why I had to fuck you. I'm glad I did though."
"So am I," Ben said.
"We must keep this a secret. Promise me that you won't tell anyone."
"Not even Aunt Joan?" Ben asked.
"Well, we'll see," Peg said.
Peg seemed to be thinking. Then she told Ben something that made his prick begin to stiffen again.
"I don't know if I should tell you this or not," she said, "but Joan and I were in bed together yesterday, before she fucked you. We – ah – had a real lesbian fling. It was wonderful."
Would the surprises never end? Ben wondered.
"So I'm more of a pervert than you imagined," Peg said. "And I don't know what's right or wrong. I'm just doing what I've always wanted to do, I guess."
Ben was speechless. He was sure of one thing – he was glad he wasn't wasting away at boarding school while his family was going wild with perversion.