Moms and Sons at Veevee's house

"How did we get so lucky, Veevee?" Sally said.

"Well, I can't say 'living an upstanding life', so I won't," Veevee said. "Maybe 'choosing understanding husbands?'"

Sally laughed out loud, almost a cackle. "Husbands. How do they work?" she said.

"Mystery to me," Veevee said. "Feed 'em and tell 'em what you want, and make it clear that you're getting what you want anyway."

The two old friends sat side by side on chairs in Veevee's back yard, watching Gary and Peter washing up in the outdoor shower next to the sauna.

"Who's got the cuter buns?" Sally asked. "Your son or mine?"

"I'm not partial," Veevee said. "Pete's are tighter. Gary's are more squeezable."

"And now we know that they're both very fuckable," Sally said. "Their buns, to be clear."

"Indeedy," Veevee said. "Gary fessed up to his girlfriend about that fella with the custom surf van," Veevee said. "About time, too. I was starting to worry about my boy's honesty."

"She's good for him," Sally said. "I wondered if she might be a weepy clinging vine. You know. But she's actually good for him."

"Weepy, clingy, a little," Veevee said. "But she lets him know right away what she needs, and they work it out. So how about Sandy and Peter. Now that was some, I don't know."

Sally laughed. "Some messed-up shit?" she said. "Ha. I don't know. I think it worked out the best possible way. And maybe that was the only way Peter and I could have gotten together. No, Sandy is fine. I think she and Peter are still figuring out what they want, you know, in the future, but Sandy is a lovely, lovely person."

"As you would well know," Veevee said.

"Well, yes," Sally said. "And now Jim and I have her back again."

"Happy happy," Veevee said.

"Happy happy," Sally said. "Thank you for making this happen."

"Oh, my pleasure," Veevee said. "Is it all right it's just us four?"

"You said that worked better for Gary and Bernie," Sally said. "Works for me, Vee."

"What we're gonna do today. Can you believe it?" Gary said. He stood next to Peter, who was under the shower head rinsing off.

Peter said, "Well, I can believe my mom might have got things moving. But what happened at your place when your mom and dad got back from the cruise, man. Was there ****, what?"

"Some," Gary said. "But I dunno, it kinda felt like everything came rolling out after Mom and Dad walked in on us."

"Yeah, walking in on you screwing your sister in the living room," Peter said. "That's gonna tip things sideways. Okay, all yours." Peter stepped out from under the shower.

Gary shook his head and stepped under the water. "Yeah, it was a wild night and a day," he said. "And I guess it got us here."

Peter shrugged and bent over to pick up a towel. "Our moms asked. And we both said yes. 'Cause we want it too. I mean, just look." Peter waved a hand in front of his waist. His long, slim circumcised penis was already erect. Gary's thick cock was half-erect, the broad head still covered by his foreskin. "You're totally there with watching me and my mom."

Gary's cock twitched and rose higher, dripping water down the shaft and off his balls. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah. And getting in her. You know your mom's been teasing me for years?"

"Yup," Peter said. "But is it teasing if you find out she was serious all along?"

Gary's cock swelled to a full erection. "You think?"

"I think she seriously wanted you," Peter said. "But she wouldn't have made a move, or actually let you, until she and your mom got to talking. Really talking."

"They, ah, gonna want to watch us too?" Gary said.

Peter laughed. "I don't know if we'll have anything left after they're done with us. Sandy said that she was going over to Bernie's place today."

"Yeah," Gary said. "Bernie invited Lil and Sandy over to her mom's."

"You think it's gonna be a big jill-off circle?" Peter said.

"Fifty-fifty it's that or just a pool party," Gary said. He reached out for the faucet and turned off the shower.

"Hey boys, you ready?" Sally called from across the yard.

Gary and Peter turned around to face their moms.

"Oh, they're ready!" Veevee said. "Just look!"

Peter and Gary both had fully erect penises pointing in the direction of their mothers.

Veevee rose from her chair. "C'mon inside, boys," she said. "Meet you upstairs. But you two let us go first. Bring up some water, huh?"

"Sure, Mom," Gary said.

Gary and Peter let Veevee and Sally go ahead, pausing at the bottom of the stairs to watch them climb up. Gary's hard-on got a fresh boost as he watched his mom's naked butt jiggling as she went up the stairs. Gary had seen her naked a lot, in the shower, in the sauna, at a nude beach or resort, and sometimes he'd popped wood. No big deal. But now, well, he knew what it felt being inside, and he was going there again. Soon. Sally climbed the stairs with extra long strides, her long legs letting her take two steps easily. The long steps stretched her butt cheeks apart. Gary's cock throbbed, and he felt his pulse in his chest and in his temples.

Gary and Peter went to the kitchen and filled four tall glasses of water to take upstairs.

"You're looking kinda flushed, Gary," Peter said. "You feeling okay?"

"Just, ha, just hoping I don't blow it too soon!" Gary said.

"Oh," Peter said. "Yeah. With you there."

The master bedroom was set up for their little party. Sally had come over early, before Hank and Lil had taken off, and helped Veevee strip and re-cover Hank and Veevee's marriage bed. With Veevee's dressing table bench moved to the side and the tabletop cleared off, the oversized mirror behind the dressing table was all set to reflect the action on the bed. Clocks and lamps were moved off the bedside tables, sheets draped over them, and trays of lube, gloves, wipes, and toys were set on top.

When Gary and Peter arrived, they saw Veevee and Sally on top of the bed, facing toward the foot on hands and knees.

"You boys remember the plan?" Veevee said.

Gary and Peter nodded.

"I'm with Mom," Peter answered Veevee. "Gary's with you. Then we take a break, maybe do some other stuff, and then we switch?"

"Gary, are you all right?" Veevee asked. "You look really flushed."

"I'm just, um," Gary said. "Really ready?"

"Mother FUCKER!" Sally said. "THAT's what we want to see."

"Be gentle, Sally," Veevee said. "You know?"

"All right," Sally said. "I'm sorry, Gary. I'm really glad you're really ready. I'm happy you're here."

"Thanks," Gary said. His ears felt hot, and his blood sang with excitement.

"Now boys," Veevee said. "If you're ready, come on over."

Peter walked to the foot of the bed, bent down and gave his mom a kiss. They murmured quietly to each other. Peter walked round to the head of the bed and snapped open a bottle of lube.

Gary hesitated for a moment. Veevee gave him a broad smile and nodded, mouthing, Come on over. Gary nodded, took a deep breath, and knelt next to the corner of the bed.

"I love you, Gary," Veevee said. She bent her head down and kissed him.

"I love you too Mom," Gary said.

"Be in me, baby," Veevee said. "Be in me."

Gary stood up and walked to the head of the bed. Peter was kneeling behind his mother, his penis glistening with a coat of lube, waiting for Gary to get ready. Peter and Sally were both long-limbed, blond, lightly golden from the summer sun. Gary's cock twitched, remembering the many times he and Peter had gotten off together.

Sally wiggled her butt. "I'm ready," she said.

"Wait, Mom," Peter said. "Gary's getting ready." Peter held out the bottle of lube toward Gary. Gary held his palm up and let Peter give him a generous squeeze. "Yeah," Peter said, watching Gary stroke the lube up and down his cock. "Almost ready, Mom."

Veevee's cunt could be described as lush. Her inner lips were swollen, pouting open to reveal the slippery bright pinkness of her opening. Her thick, cushiony outer lips were covered thickly with blonde hairs, the tails of her bush joining up to cover her mound, with her rose-pink butthole like a wrinkled star right above her pussy. And for Gary, a definite butt man, Veevee's broad, round, soft cheeks were the beautiful frame for it all.

"Are you ready, Mom?" Gary asked.

"You just come on in, Gary," Veevee said. "Go easy, but come on in."

"Now, Peter," Sally said. "In."

Peter pressed forward. In the mirror, Sally's eyes squeezed shut and her brow tightened as she felt her son penetrate her from behind.

"Unh! Yessssss," Sally said. "Yes. That's my big boy. Mmmm. Welcome back."

"Gary, hon?" Veevee said.

Gary was trembling. This wasn't the first or the second time, but somehow all the build-up made this feel like a big deal. His slick cock throbbed in his hand. He swallowed and cleared his throat.

"Coming in," Gary said. He scooted his knees forward and pressed his cock to the wet, hot, pink center of his mother's cunt.

"Oh, yes, baby, yes," Veevee said. "Welcome home, son. Welcome home."

Gary could see Veevee's face in the mirror, her head held high, her mouth in a broad smile.

"Yes, Mom," Gary said. "Yes."

"Give it to me, Gary," Veevee said. "Give it to me nice and slow. Yes. Rock like that. Nice and slow."

Gary kept to a slow, gentle rocking pace with his thrusts. Veevee's cunt squeezed him around her opening.

Peter, with his slim shaft, set a faster pace at Sally's urging, his abdomen slapping loudly against Sally's buttocks.

"Yes yes YES!" Sally cried out. "Faster, Peter, faster!"

"Mom gotta stop!" Peter said, letting his thrusts ease into a stop. He panted, pink in the cheeks and damp in the brow.

"Aw, honey," Sally said.

"Don't want to come yet," Peter said. "Feels so good."

"Okay then," Sally said. "Start up again when you can. That felt so good when you went really fast."

Peter laughed. "Too good," he said.

"More practice," Sally said. She squeezed down inside, tightening around Peter's shaft. "Like that?"

"Whoa, how'd you do that?" Peter said.

"You've never had a girl do that?" Sally said. "You need to get around more."

Peter laughed. "Mom," he protested.

"Or Sandy needs to learn," Sally said.

Peter watched their bedmates, Gary and Veevee. Veevee held her head high, smiling away as Gary rocked his thick cock in and out in slow, short thrusts, staying deep inside. Gary looked toward the mirror, meeting Veevee's reflected eyes as he fucked her. Gary looked happy too. His expression shifted, worried, then shy, then happy again, then really happy. Gary laughed and gave his mom a couple of long, fast strokes. Veevee laughed back at him.

Peter felt like he was off the edge. He took a deep breath and started moving again.

"That's the way," Sally said. "Fuck your mother, motherfucker."

They fucked along, side by side, Peter and Sally, Gary and Veevee, until Peter had gone through two more stops and starts.

"Break time?" Veevee said.

"Okay," Sally said. She slid herself forward off Peter's shaft and got a glass from the side table. "Water, baby?" she said.

Peter moved back off his knees to sit on the bed. He tilted up his face, letting Sally hold the glass to his lips, then raised a hand to steady it.

"You look like you earned that water," Sally said. Peter was flushed pink, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his blond hair damp.

Gary eased himself slowly back, feeling the folds of Veevee's entrance caress his shaft until his broad cock head popped out.

"Thank you, hon," Veevee said, accepting a glass of water from Gary. "You drink up, too." She grinned. "We're gonna drain you boys."

"Gotta pee," Sally said. "Who wants to watch?"

"Hon, this isn't that kind of party," Veevee said.

"Who says it isn't?" Sally said.

"The one who's cleaning the bathroom," Veevee said.

"Spoilsport," Sally said. "I just meant watching. Boys like that, right?"

"All right," Veevee said. "Have it your way."

"Gary, you in?" Sally said. "Yoo-hoo! C'mon."

"She wants you," Peter told Gary.

"Okay!" Gary said.

Sally sat on the toilet seat, spread her knees and reached down to hold her labia open so Gary could see better. She looked up at Gary with a devilish grin.

"I thought you'd like it," Sally said. "Do you like to watch girls pee?"

A brief flash of Sharon, his terrible ex, went through Gary's mind. She was peeing on the side of the road to show off for him. Or maybe she was drunk. Or on a dare. Gary took a deep breath and willed the memory away.

"Yeah," Gary said. "I do."

"Feast your eyes," Sally said. "You're going there soon."

Gary's cock stiffened.

Sally's stream slackened to a tinkle, then a trickle, then a drip. "Want to wipe me?" she said, holding up a moist wipe.

Gary's pulse throbbed in his veins. "Yeah," he said. He knelt on the rug in front of the toilet and took the wipe from Sally.

"Top toward the bottom," Sally said. She guided him, having him use a second moist wipe, then patting dry with a few sheets of toilet paper. "You're trembling. Are you all right?"

"Excited," Gary said.

"That's what I was hoping," Sally said, grinning. "You did good. Now wash your hands and go check with your mom, she's in charge of what's next."