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.