Chapter 4: Summer Continues

Mason woke up slowly. He felt squeezed in between warm bodies and wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. He was in that period where one feels awake and asleep at the same time. 

He opened his eyes.

He saw that he was lying on his back with a woman tucked into each side. Val was on his left, her dark hair fanned across his shoulder, one leg thrown over his thigh, and her hand resting on his stomach. And on his right...

His mother.

Lisa was curled against him with her face pressed into the hollow of his neck and her arm draped across his chest and her breasts pressed against his ribs. Her wedding band was reflecting the sun, a sharp reminder of her marriage to Dad. Her hair was a mess, nothing like the careful styling she maintained at home, and there was a faint trace of dried cum on her chin that she'd missed, and her mascara was smudged. Yet, to Mason, she looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her.

He'd fucked his mother last night. Several times. This thought should have made him feel guilty. But as he lovingly remembered all that he did to her and his aunt, he felt none of the guilt. It was replaced by a warm feeling of love, lust, and desire. 

And right now, he felt that warmth creeping up his cock, which was hardening against the sheet, because apparently his body had fully committed to this new reality and saw no reason to waste a morning.

He looked at his mother's face again. Peacefully sleeping. Soft breaths making small sounds, which made her breasts press against him. 

He shifted carefully, easing out from between the two women without waking either one, and repositioned himself lower on the bed. Lisa stirred slightly when he moved, murmuring something unintelligible, but didn't wake up. She was lying on her back now, one arm above her head, the sheet tangled around one leg and leaving the other bare. Her thighs were slightly parted, relaxed in sleep, and he could see her pussy. That pussy from where he was born.

He lowered himself between her legs.

He started with her thighs. Soft kisses along the inner curve, moving upward slowly, his lips barely brushing her skin. She stirred again, her leg shifting, opening slightly wider without conscious intent. He kissed closer. The crease where her thigh met her hip. The delicate skin just beside her pussy. He could smell her, musky and warm and slightly salty, the scent of sleep and sex and his mother, and his cock throbbed against the mattress.

He put his mouth on her.

The first touch of his tongue against her folds was gentle and exploratory, and Lisa's hips twitched in her sleep. He licked softly, parting her with his tongue and tasting her, and she was already getting wet, her body responding before her mind caught up. He found her clit, barely visible under its hood, and circled it with the tip of his tongue, and her breathing changed. Deeper. Faster.

"Mmm..." A sound from the back of her throat. Not quite awake. Not quite asleep.

He licked her more deliberately now. Long slow strokes from her entrance to her clit, gathering the wetness that was building and spreading it with his tongue. He sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently, and her hips rolled against his face, and her hand came down and found his hair, and her fingers curled into it.

"What..." Her voice was thick with sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down the length of her body and saw her son between her legs, his eyes looking up at her over her belly and breasts. "Oh... oh god, Mason..."

He didn't stop. He held her gaze and licked her clit in firm, steady strokes and watched her face transition from confused to aware to desperate in the span of seconds. Her fingers tightened in his hair, and her thighs fell wider apart, and she was fully awake now and fully wet, and her hips were rocking against his mouth.

"Baby... oh my god, baby, what are you... oh fuck, that's... don't stop..."

From the other side of the bed, a low, throaty laugh.

Val propped herself on one elbow and looked at the scene through sleepy, amused eyes. Her blonde hair was tangled, her nipples hard. And she looked at the sight with a mix of amusement and desire.

"Well, good morning, you two. Don't mind me," she said.

Lisa turned her head toward her sister, cheeks flushed, mouth open, one hand still gripping Mason's hair as he ate her. "Val... your nephew is... oh god..."

"I can see what my nephew is doing," Valerie grinned. "Told you he was good."

"What kind of..." Lisa gasped as Mason slid two fingers inside her and curled them upward. "What kind of animal have you turned my son into?"

Valerie laughed, genuine and delighted. "I didn't turn him into anything. I just unleashed what was already there." She scooted closer and kissed Lisa's shoulder and watched Mason work. "He's a natural, isn't he? You should feel what that tongue can do."

"I'm feeling it right... oh fuck, Mason, right there, right there..."

Mason had found the rhythm. The combination of tongue on clit and fingers inside, curling against her front wall in that steady come-hither motion Val had coached him on. Lisa's thighs were trembling, and her hips were lifting off the bed in these involuntary pulses, and the sounds coming out of her were getting higher and less controlled.

Val watched her sister's face with an expression of pure tender lust. She kissed Lisa's neck and then took a nipple in her mouth and sucked while Mason worked between her legs, and the dual assault made Lisa cry out and grab Valerie's hair with her free hand, holding both their heads in place.

"I'm coming," Lisa gasped. "Oh god, I'm coming, baby…your mouth, Mommy's coming on your mouth..."

She came with her back arching and both hands pulling hair, and Mason drank her down, lapping at her through the convulsions, tasting her release, and Val sucked her nipple harder, and Lisa screamed between them and shook until she couldn't.

Mason crawled up on the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Lisa pulled him down and kissed him deep, tasting herself on his tongue.

"Good morning, Mom," he said against her lips, grinning.

Lisa laughed. "You're impossible."

"He really is," Val agreed. She was looking at them with a pride that said, 'Yes, I built that.' Then she smiled. "And he's hard as a rock right now, aren't you dear?"

Mason's cock was pressed against his mother's thigh, and there was no hiding it. Lisa looked down between their bodies, and her hand wrapped around him possessively.

"He's always so hard in the morning," Val said, moving closer, pressing her body against Mason's back so he was sandwiched between them. "Used to be I was the only one who got to enjoy that. Now I have to share."

"Poor you," Lisa murmured, stroking her son slowly, feeling him pulse in her hand.

"I'll survive." Val kissed Mason's shoulder and reached around and cupped his balls, rolling them gently while Lisa stroked his shaft, and Mason closed his eyes and let his head fall back against Val's shoulder because two sets of hands on him, his mother and his aunt, were more than his nervous system was designed to process.

"Lie down," Val told him. "On your back."

He did. They rearranged around him, these two women who shared blood and history and now shared him, and Valerie took his cock in her mouth first. Lisa watched, her sister sucking her son's cock. That thought should have sent her reeling, but right now she was watching how Val did it, the technique, the rhythm.

Vak pulled off and offered him to Lisa without a word, just tilted his cock toward her sister's mouth. Lisa bent and took him in without hesitation, and she bobbed her head with a rhythm that was her own, different from her sisters' but equally devastating.

They passed him back and forth between their mouths. Valerie sucked the head while Lisa licked the shaft. Lisa was deepthroating him while Valerie sucked his balls. Their tongues met around him, sliding against each other on either side of his cock, and they kissed over the tip of him, sharing the pre-cum, and Mason just prayed for stamina because this was the kind of thing that ended civilizations.

Val pulled off and wiped her mouth. "Roll over", she said to Lisa. "On your stomach."

Lisa hesitated. Something flickered across her face. "What are you..."

"Trust me. You'll like this. You used to like this."

Lisa's cheeks colored, but she rolled onto her stomach, and Valerie positioned a pillow under her hips, lifting her ass slightly. She looked at Mason.

"Eat your mother's ass."

The words hit him like a physical force. Lisa turned her head on the pillow, eyes wide.

"Val..."

"Shh. Your ass deserves to be loved too." Val was already moving, positioning herself beside Mason's hips, her hand wrapping around his cock. "I'll take care of him while he takes care of you."

Mason looked at his mother's ass. Round and full and slightly spread by the position, and he could see everything: the flushed lips of her pussy, the tight pink pucker above it, and his mouth watered. Literally. Something primal kicked in, and he lowered his face between her cheeks without another second of hesitation.

"Oh!" Lisa yelped when his tongue touched her there. Her whole body jerked. "Mason, what... oh my GOD..."

He licked her the way Val had licked him, the way that had rewired his brain, with slow, flat strokes of his tongue over that sensitive ring. He felt her clench and then relax and then clench again, and her hands fisted in the sheets, and she buried her face in the pillow and made sounds that were barely human.

"That's it," Val murmured, stroking Mason's cock in long slow pulls while she watched him eat his mother's ass. "Get her nice and relaxed. Get her wet. Use your tongue, baby... push inside her..."

He pressed the tip of his tongue against her hole and pushed, and Lisa let out a wail, muffled by the pillow, and her hips bucked back against his face. She was tight, impossibly tight, and hot, and his tongue slipped inside her, and she sobbed his name.

"Mason... oh fuck, Mason, It's been so long... oh god, don't stop, please don't stop..."

Val stroked him faster, twisting on the upstroke, her thumb swiping through the pre-cum at his tip. She bent and took him in her mouth and sucked hard, and his groan vibrated against Lisa's ass, and Lisa screamed into the pillow.

"He can fuck you there too, you know," Val said, pulling off Mason's cock. She said it to Lisa matter-of-factly. Like he would bring in groceries. "Not right now. When you're ready. But you need to know what it feels like, Lisa. His cock in your ass. It's so good."

"I don't think I can."

"I think you can. But anyways..." Valerie kissed the small of Lisa's back. "Right now..." She looked at Mason and tilted her head toward Lisa's pussy. "Fuck your mother, Mason."

He pulled his mouth from Lisa's ass, and she whimpered at the loss, and he positioned himself behind her, on his knees, and pushed into her pussy in one long, steady thrust. Lisa's back arched, and she cried out, her face lifting from the pillow, and he gripped her hips and started fucking her from behind.

"Yes, yes, fuck, baby, fuck Mommy, give it to me...Mommy needs it. Hard."

Val lay on her back and slid underneath them, facing up, and from this angle she could watch Mason's cock sliding in and out of her sister. She extended her tongue and licked Lisa's clit on each thrust, adding sensation, and Lisa shattered almost immediately, coming hard around her son's cock with Valerie's tongue on her clit.

But Mason didn't stop. He fucked his mother through the orgasm and into the next one, and Val licked and sucked and added her fingers, and Lisa came again, harder, sobbing into the pillow.

"Turn her over," Val said, sliding out from underneath. "I want to see her face."

Mason pulled out and flipped Lisa onto her back, not roughly but not gently either, and Lisa looked up at him with maternal love and savage lust simultaneously. He pushed back inside her, and her legs wrapped around him instinctively, and he fucked her, looking into her eyes, and she held his face in her hands.

"I love you," she breathed. "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

"I love you too, Mom. Fuck, I love you so much."

Val watched them and touched herself, and there was something on her face that was more than lust. Something like gratitude. Like she was watching two people find each other, and she was the one who'd made it happen, and that was enough.

When Mason got close, he pulled out, and Val was there, grabbing his cock and stroking him, and Lisa scrambled up beside her sister, and they knelt together and opened their mouths, and he came across both their faces, ropes of cum painting their lips and cheeks and tongues. Lisa caught most of it this time, hungry for it, and Valerie leaned in and licked a streak from Lisa's cheek and kissed her, and they shared him again, cum passing between their mouths, and Mason watched his mother and his aunt snowball his load between their tongues and fell backward on the bed, completely spent.

Val crawled over to Lisa and cleaned the remaining cum from her sister's face with small, careful licks. "You missed some," Lisa murmured, and she swiped a drop from Valerie's collarbone and brought it to her own mouth.

"Yeah. Let's not Waste anything," Val said, and they both laughed, a shared joke.

They showered. All three of them, which was a squeeze in Valerie's shower, but nobody cared. Mason stood in the middle with water streaming over him while his mother soaped his chest from the front and his aunt soaped his back from behind, and their hands met around his waist, and they washed him together. Lisa shampooed his hair, scrubbing his scalp with her nails the way she'd done when he was a child, and the tenderness of it alongside the eroticism of their naked bodies pressed against him created a dissonance that made his throat tight.

Over breakfast, reality intruded. Lisa sat at the kitchen table in one of Val's robes, nursing coffee, and the three of them talked.

"I'm here until Wednesday," Lisa said. She'd told the conference organizers she was leaving early. She did not plan on attending. The FOMO of sex with her son and sister were real. They had just three days. "Three days," she said out loud.

"Then we make the most of it," Val chimed in.

Lisa looked at her sister over the rim of her mug, and something complicated moved through her expression. "I just... I need to know this is real. That last night, or this morning, wasn't just... some kind of fever dream."

Mason reached across the table and took his mother's hand. She looked at their intertwined fingers, and her eyes glistened.

"It's real, Mom."

"It's real," Valerie confirmed. "It's been real for a long time. We just finally accepted."

Lisa nodded. Squeezed Mason's hand. Took a breath. "Okay. Three days."

Three days. Seventy-two hours. They used every one of them.

Monday they went out. All three of them together went into the world, and it was the most surreal experience of Mason's life. Val drove them to a waterfront restaurant two towns over where nobody would recognize any of them, and they sat at a semi-round booth and ate seafood and drank white wine, and to anyone watching, they were... what? A young man with two older women? A mother and aunt taking their son to lunch? Two lesbian mothers and their adult son? There were a dozen innocent explanations, and nobody would, hopefully, ever land on the truth.

Lisa was nervous at first. She sat rigidly in her chair, hyper-aware of every glance from other diners, convinced that the truth was written on her face. But Val ordered another bottle of wine and kept the conversation light, and gradually Lisa relaxed, and she started to laugh at Val's jokes, and her hand found Mason's thigh under the table.

It started as a reassuring touch. A mother's hand on her son's leg is nothing unusual. But her fingers crept higher as the wine did its work, and by the time their entrees arrived, her pinky was brushing against the outline of his cock through his slacks, and she was maintaining a conversation with Val about some cousin's wedding with perfect composure while her son hardened under her fingertips.

"You're getting bold," Mason murmured when Val excused herself to the bathroom.

"Your aunt is a bad influence." Lisa's fingers traced along his length, feeling him grow. Her eyes were on the other diners, her face expressionless, her hand doing filthy things under the tablecloth. "She always has been."

"Runs in the family, apparently."

Lisa looked at him, and her composure cracked into a smile that was equal parts his proper mother and the woman who'd screamed his name that morning. "I suppose it does."

When Val returned, she read the situation instantly: the flush on Lisa's neck, the tension in Mason's jaw, the angle of Lisa's arm disappearing below the table.

"Started without me?" She sat down, and her hand found Mason's other thigh. "Rude."

They teased him through the rest of dinner. Tag-teaming him under the table, taking turns stroking him through his shorts, and the server was envious of that young man at table twelve who kept shifting in his seat, surrounded by the two women flanking him, clearly doing the dirty with their hands.

In the parking lot afterward, Lisa pushed Mason against the car and kissed him. Right there, in the open air, with people walking to and from the restaurant not thirty feet away. She kissed him deep...