Pete stroked in and out of the redheaded prostitute at a steady pace. Her pussy clenched him, and he wasn’t sure if it was deliberate or not. She seemed lost in her pleasure, with her gasps and her closed eyes.

He had to hold back from coming too quickly. Watching Katja and Mom suck Natasha’s breasts was too fucking hot. Mom seemed to be getting into it, too. She kept going when Katja started kissing her way up her sister’s torso to her mouth. It was just too sexy and he had to look away if he didn’t want to come.

That didn’t stop him from hearing Natasha’s cries when she went over the edge. Her pussy squeezed him tight and he stopped moving while she orgasmed. Mom sat back and smiled at him. After a moment, Katja leaned back too and grinned. Natasha was still catching her breath. Pete eased back on his haunches.

“Take the condom off,” Katja directed, “and Diane, you switch with Natasha.”

They all did so. Once Mom was on her back in front of him, with her legs spread, she smiled at Pete.

“Now,” Katja said, “fuck your mom.”

Pete eased his dick inside her. Without the condom, she felt far wetter than Natasha had been. She also rolled her hips like she knew he liked, letting him sink deeper. He kept pressing in until his hips met her thighs.

She groaned. Then she smiled at him with lust-filled eyes.

Katja swept her hair back so he could see and then lowered her mouth to Mom’s nipple. Natasha did the same, and Pete began to thrust.

Pete marveled.

Katja swirled her tongue around Mom’s nipple and flicked it back and forth. Her eyes flicked to him, but only for a moment. She focused on Mom’s pleasure.

And Mom was already moaning and tossing her head side to side. Pete speeded up, doing his best to hold himself steady.

While Natasha continued to lick and suck Mom’s breasts, Katja pulled back and lay down so she could whisper into Mom’s ear. Except she didn’t whisper and Pete could hear everything.

“That’s it,” Kajta said. “Feel you son’s cock. You love your son’s cock, just like I love my sister’s pussy.”

Mom tried to nod, but she was gasping too hard.

“Yes…,” Katja said. “It’s so nasty, doing it with your son. So nasty… but you love it. You love fucking your son. You love his big… hard… cock… inside you.”

Mom shrieked and exploded. She bucked off the mattress so hard, Natasha pulled back. Her pussy went molten hot and flooded him with moisture.

It was too much. Pete groaned as he fired stream after stream of hot semen into his mother’s pussy. He arms gave way and he collapsed on top of her. His cock continued to twitch until he was fully empty. He lay still as the aftershocks of pleasure coursed through him.

“Very nice,” Natasha said. “How soon you recover?”

Pete just chuckled.

***

Pete sat in the chair and watched. Katja had insisted that Mom not get up. Instead, the brunette nestled between her thighs, licking all of Pete’s come out of his mom. Mom gave him a logy, happy grin before propping herself up so she could watch the brunette. Katja wasn’t in any hurry. Neither was Natasha, who remained stretched out on her side watching them.

He had to admit, he enjoyed the tableau. Three hot, naked women (Katja and Natasha having shed their lingerie) on a bed together. What’s more, he’d already screwed two of them. And he was sure Katja would be up for it if he was hard enough.

Which gave him an idea.

“Natasha,” he called. “Can you give me a hand?” He gestured at his dick.

She raised an eyebrow and then smirked. He nodded toward Katja’s ass, up in the air. Natasha followed his gaze and grinned. Then she climbed off the bed and sauntered over to him.

“You want screw Katja?” she asked.

“Yeah.” He smiled and stroked his still semi-soft cock.

Natasha sank to her knees in front of him. She took his cock between her hands and rubbed him lightly. Then she lowered her head and gave the crown a kiss. She let her hair fall forward so he couldn’t see, but the sensations of her mouth were exquisite.

Katja changed what she was doing—Pete couldn’t tell exactly what—but Mom began to whimper more. Her breasts jiggled as she writhed. It was beyond hot…

…and between watching his mom come, and Natasha’s mouth, he was hard.

The redhead pulled back and quickly found a rubber. Pete rolled it on and got up behind Katja on the bed. Natasha joined him. She reached between her sister’s legs and spread her open.

“Fuck her,” the redhead urged.

Pete pushed forward and sank into his third pussy of the night. He went in easily, since Katja was so hot and slick. He held her hips as Natasha’s hand snaked underneath. Katja moaned as her sister played with her clit. Then she buried her face even further into Mom’s pussy.

Mom came first, and then Katja. Pete wasn’t close when the brunette disengaged.

“Too sensitive,” she gasped.

“Okay…”

“Come on your mom’s face,” Katja said. “What could be nastier than that?”

Mom’s eyes lit up and she scrambled in front of him. With Natasha’s urging, he pulled off the condom and began stroking himself.

“You’ve screwed sisters and your Mom,” Katja purred. “Now be really nasty and come on her face. Make her rub it in. Make her wear your come all the way home.”

He went over the edge. His first spurt of come landed on Mom’s cheek and the other her nose. He only managed one more, which was more of a dribble, but Natasha wiped it off the tip of his cock and offered her finger to Mom.

She sucked it clean, to Katja’s laugh of approval.

Mom rubbed the semen into her skin, while Pete sagged back.

“Now that,” Katja said, “was hot.”

***

They cleaned up quietly. The women looked at tired as Pete felt, but it was a good tired. Mom actually glowed. Pete suspected his legs would be sore in the morning. It’d’ve been worth it, though. Once everyone was dressed, Natasha and Katja walked them to the door.

“So… tomorrow?” Natasha asked.

“We’re going to Paris,” Mom said apologetically.

“Oh?” Katja said. “I know some people there. If you’re interested in something like this.”

“Something like this?” Mom asked. “You mean—”

“Incest. A whole family. They’re not sex workers, though. Just swingers.”

Mom raised an eyebrow and looked at Pete. He nodded.

“They might not be interested,” Katja continued. “But I’ll give you their number.”

Mom smiled. “Thank you.”

***

Mom went to wash her face when they got back to the room. “It was sexy for a while, but now it’s just sticky,” she’d said.

Pete drifted out to the balcony. Once again, he found himself wondering what they were doing. The foursome had been hot—maybe the best sex of his life. But… was this what he wanted? To be screwing his mom while other women sucked her breasts?

He chuckled. Actually, doing that again could be a lot of fun.

And Mom had really liked Katja’s tongue. Watching Mom get it on with another woman—that had been really hot.

He mused about that. He’d had threesomes before a couple of times. He’d seen two women getting each other off. But never a foursome. And never with his mom.

And he’d never watched two sisters kissing and going down on each other. That had been as hot as the actual sex.

He sighed. Yeah, he really got off on incest. He just hadn’t realized it before.

But was this one of those things that was hot just because it was new?

He mused about that. He’d experimented with bondage with a girlfriend his sophomore year in college. She’d gotten really aroused by it, and at first he had. But by the fifth or sixth time, he was bored. The thrill had faded.

They’d been fucking about a week. It was still new. Would it fade?

And what if it didn’t?

At least Mom didn’t mind him fucking other women.

And speak of the devil…

Mom stepped out onto the balcony. She wore a fluffy cotton robe and had pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She smiled and sank into the chair next to him.

“Wild night,” she said.

He chuckled. That was an understatement. “Yeah.”

“A good night.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You… um, liked what Katja did?”

Mom sighed. “Yeah… yeah, I did.”

“I liked watching that.”

She smirked. “Well, maybe you can again some day.” Then she yawned. “I’m going to need some sleep and I want a shower first. Are you good?”

He nodded.

She stood, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and disappeared inside.

***

He woke her the usual way. He had to gently roll her on her back and pull the blankets down to get between her thighs, but she didn’t fully wake. She was dry, but that quickly changed as he began to lick. It only took a few minutes before she reached down and gently put a hand on the top of his head.

“You want me to stop?” he asked.

“Mmm….”

He gently flicked her clit with his tongue. She gasped.

“Stop?” he asked.

“No…”

He chuckled and returned to licking her. A few minutes later, she arched her back and shuddered through a small orgasm. He moved up next to her and lay on his side. To his mild surprise, he was only half hard.

Mom noticed and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Must not be recovered from last night,” he joked.

“You sure?” she teased. She started gently stroking him.

“You want more.”

She chuckled. “Of course I do. I don’t get to enjoy my son’s cock every day.”

He stiffened. The tone in her voice was just too seductive.

“You could,” he blurted. “Every day.”

Her eyebrows rose. She moistened her lips as she thought. Then she smiled.

“Let’s just start with this morning.”

He was hard, so he rolled on top of her and she guided him in. He closed his eyes and savored the heat of her flesh surrounding him. He started slowly, but she soon urged him on.

“Fuck me,” she murmured. “Fuck your mom.”

He groaned and sped up.

“Come on, motherfucker.” She giggled. “That still sounds weird.”

He snorted.

“Yeah… just do it. Just fuck me.”

He shifted his weight so he could slide in deeper. She groaned when he did.

“I want to feel you come. Come inside me.”

He groaned, and did just that.

***

They lay side by side after each of them had taken a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up. Mom hadn’t bothered getting dressed, so Pete didn’t either. She didn’t pull the sheets up either, so he couldn’t help but sneak peeks at her breasts from time to time.

“So…,” she said, “you said ‘every day.’ Did you mean it?”

“Well… kind of.”

“We don’t live in the same city.”

“I could move.”

“You just got your job.”

He shrugged. “It’s just a job.”

“It’s your career!”

“Not yet.”

She fell quiet. He waited patiently as she thought.

“I don’t know…,” she finally said. “I don’t want you to give up your future for me.”

“Who says I’d be doing that? I’d just be, well, continuing to do this.” He ran a finger down her shoulder to her breast.

She shivered.

“This is the best sex either of us have ever had,” he continued. “Why should we stop?”

“Because this isn’t life,” she said firmly. “It’s a vacation.”

“Yeah…” he conceded, even as part of him rebelled. That’s what he’d thought the night before, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Could they make it work as a real relationship?

Did they want to?

“Come on,” Mom said, sitting up. “We need to get going or we’ll miss our train.”