The Summer Of Sexual Awakening – 3

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My mother, Corey, had married a man she thought loved her despite her inability to conceive children. They adopted a newborn girl, Terry, and me, Carl, four years later.  Three years ago, she found out he was having an affair and told him he had to choose between her and his twenty-one-year-old blonde bimbo of a secretary. I’ll give him credit; he was wise and ended the relationship with the secretary. Then, a year later, he was promoted and began working so many hours that we seldom saw him. Workplace stress eventually caught up with him, and he started drinking. Not long after that, he had another affair.  This time it was with a famous porn star with the most gigantic bazookas you’ve ever seen. That was the final straw. My mother advised him to stop the relationship and get treatment for his alcoholism at AA if he truly loved her. They would also seek counseling. Our foster parents tried everything, and in the end, he just gave up. She threw him out and filed for divorce. She was granted sole custody of Terry and me. Between taking care of us and her profession, Mom had little time for a social life. The few dates she had never worked out. The guys wanted a serious relationship, and she wasn’t ready for that.  Mike, my best friend, was also adopted. It happened to be the same year I was adopted. Amanda, his stepmother, commonly known as Mandy, also suffered a tragedy. Her husband died in a freak accident at work shortly after Mike’s adoption. He worked in construction, and a crane lifted a steel beam one day when a wire cracked, and the beam crushed him, instantly killing him. She filed a lawsuit and eventually received a sizable monetary settlement.  Our families became great friends as we grew older. Our mothers supported one another both during and after their traumatic experiences. We would get together once a week and do something as a group. We enjoyed visiting the zoo and the movies. Among other things, we loved having barbecues. Mike and I both celebrated our seventeenth birthdays this year within a few days of each other.We had invited Mandy and Mike to join us for a cookout on Friday, and he and I were cleaning the in-ground pool in the backyard so we could go for a swim as it was a gorgeous day. Our mothers were in the kitchen preparing salads to accompany the burgers we would grill. “What’s up with our mothers, Carl?” Mike asked.”I’m not sure, Mike, but they certainly have changed appearance.” “They’re both incredibly hot. I suppose you could refer to them as MILFs.” “Damn straight, the hottest MILFs in the town.” “Yeah, your mother looked pretty hot the other day, Mike. She showed off her gorgeous body in those ripped little denim shorts and light blue crop top. If you don’t mind me saying so, she has fantastic tits.” “What the hell are you talking about, Carl? Your mother also looked smoking hot in her gray zipper front crop top, which was open enough to show off her enormous tits and shorts that barely covered her thighs.” “Seeing my Mom wander around the house şişli escort provocatively dressed. I’ve had to jerk off at least three times daily to relieve the pressure. I’m not sure, but I believe she’s seen me doing it a few times.” “You’re not the only one, Mike, and I’m also fairly certain my mother has been spying on me.” “I’m curious. What’s taking them so long, Carl?” “They’re probably just chatting.” “I suppose that’s it.” “Let’s go check it out.” Our mothers were in the kitchen. The Pepsi, hot dogs, and potato chips we’d brought had already been set up. The hamburger patties had been prepared the day before by my Mom. Everything was ready to be taken outside. As we prepared to enter, we stopped and listened as they chatted from outdoors before we entered the patio doors. “Mandy, I haven’t stopped thinking about Carl’s massive cock since we confessed to each other that we had caught our seventeen-year-old boys masturbating,” my Mom stated as they prepared the salads. “My fingers and my toys are no longer cutting it.” “Corey, I’m in the same situation as you. But we resolved to act two weeks ago, and today is the day.” “You’re right, and I’m glad my stepdaughter Terry doesn’t live here. It gives us more freedom,” my Mom said. “Since we rebuilt ourselves, our boys have completed their responsibilities consistently, without being asked and even volunteering to assist,” “What are you looking at, girlfriend?” Mandy asked.”A very hot milf who needs a little bikini correction.” “Be my guest, hottie.”  We peeked in as they both stood there giggling for a few moments before Mom reached out and adjusted Mandy’s halter top. Mom wanted to expose more cleavage and more titty flesh. Then the sides were adjusted to show more side boob, and finally she brushed her hands and fingers over Mandy’s nice, firm tits. Then Mom pulled the strings on the bottoms, so they were on Mandy’s hips, and the back was snugly tucked between her ass cheeks. She also scrunched up the tiny bit of fabric in front of the bottoms to form a visible camel toe. She pinched Mandy’s nipples to make them tent into peaks stretching the material.  “That’s better, Mandy; now we both look the same.” Mandy clutched the back of Mom’s head, brought her in, then pressed her tongue into her thick, velvety lips. They passionately kissed, then Mom glanced toward the patio door and saw us. We pulled back out of sight.”Well, the cats are out of the bag.” Mom said”What do you mean, Corey?” “I saw the boys peering through the doors.” “Do you suppose they saw us?” “Well, we forgot to close the doors, and they were right next to them, Mandy. So I’d say they not only saw us but also heard us.” “Let’s go ahead and give them a terrible case of blue balls,” Mandy remarked as she squeezed Corey’s massive, firm tits. “Mandy, you and I will continue this later.” “I’m counting on it, honey.” Caught in the act, Mike and I rushed back to the pool. Mom called us over as they stepped out through the French doors onto the gray concrete mecidiyeköy escort patio. Along with the burgers and dogs, they had placed a plate of chips and salads on the table. As we neared, I had no doubt that they could see the contours of our firm cocks through the swim trunks. “WOW! You look great in those matching pink bikinis, ladies. I mean breathtaking,” I said somewhat nervously. “If I may add, ladies, you look fantastic,” Mike stuttered. He sounded as nervous as I was. “Thank you, boys, and Mike, what have I told you?” “To call you Corey, Ms. M… I mean, Corey.” “And you can call me Mandy, Carl. Now, why don’t you boys come over here and give us a hug?” “Mike, how about you go first? You’re our guest.” I suggested. “I’m not sure what they’re up to,” I muttered quietly to Mike, “but go for it.” My mother hugged my friend as I watched; what they did. She reached around to squeeze his butt cheeks. That astonished me, but she instantly drew him in even closer. The hug seemed to go on forever. Finally, she let go, and he moved over to his mother. The same thing happened, and he came back with not only a big shit-ass grin but also a noticeable boner. I approached my mother when I noticed a look on her face that I’d never seen before. My facial expression must have seemed perplexed. “A little bewildered, honey?” She said as we hugged. “Everything will become obvious soon.” Her tits brushed against my chest as she drew me closer. Her hand reached around and squeezed my butt cheeks. She finally let go, and I moved over to Mandy. She gave me the same type of hug and also squeezed my cock. I returned to the table, a shit-ass grin plastered on my face. I also had a full-fledged boner. Mike was just standing there, and we both looked perplexed. “Okay, boys, get the grill going. We’re going back inside to fetch the soda, condiments, salads, and wine for us ladies.” As our moms entered the house, they glanced over their shoulders at us with grins on both their faces. “Those are some fine asses,” I commented as we watched them walk away. “We’re fortunate to have two of the hottest mothers around,” added Mike. “Dude, don’t you think our mothers look hot in those pink bikinis?” I asked. “There was something you didn’t notice in those hugs,” Mike said. I quickly interrupted him and continued, “Your Mom dipped her fingers into my trunks and wrapped her hand around my cock. She then withdrew her hand after a brief squeeze.” “Carl, your mother did the same thing to me,” Mike remarked, grinning. “Do you mind that your mother groped me?” “Whatever she does to you is fine with me. What about you, Mike?” “I have no objections to my mother doing anything she wants with you, Carl.” “Would you like to see what they’re up to, Mike?” “All right, let’s do it.” We crept up to the doors, me on one side and Mike on the other. We were astounded by what we saw as we looked through the screen. Mom had pinned Mandy against the wall. “Now, honey, where were we?” We heard Mom say in a sexy tone of voice. Mandy responded, pressing her mouth-watering lips on Mom’s and thrusting her tongue into her open mouth. The kiss became more daring and passionate as Mom pushed her leg between Mandy’s. Her fingers wormed their way into Mandy’s bottoms as Mandy began rubbing herself against her thigh. Tits pressed together, fingers tickling their pussies, elicited ecstatic moans. Their bodies shuddered in no time as they both experienced orgasmic highs. As they plummeted from their euphoria, they hugged each other. Mike and I made a beeline out of there as soon as they were finished. We returned to the grill and removed the hot dogs and burgers from the warming grill. Our mothers returned to the patio just as we put the burgers, hot dogs, and buns on the table. Next, Mike and I took out the cooler glasses and condiments. I set the condiments and glasses on the table while Mike set up the cooler nearby. We made it a point to replenish our mother’s beverages during the meal. We also filled their plates when they asked for anything, which allowed us to brush up against their arms and steal a closer look at their gorgeous tits. I had to nudge Mike at one point during the meal. I lowered my gaze, and he did the same. Under the table, he noticed my leg being caressed by a foot. Mom looked at me with a sultry smile. We turned to see his mother’s foot had started caressing his leg. We both jumped a little as their feet slowly inched up and ultimately rested on our throbbing cocks. We tried to act casually as they watched us squirm while rubbing their feet over our impressive bulges. Both of us struggled to keep the conversation going as we ate. It wasn’t long before I felt my cock twitch, and I’m sure the same was true for Mike. Finally, they took their feet away, and there was no doubt that they could see the disappointment on our faces. Mike and I volunteered to clean up after the meal. As we did,, our mothers made their way to the in-ground pool with a wine bottle and glasses. We noticed an added extra wiggle in each step as they walked. Arriving at the pool, we watched as they sat on reclining lounge chairs. “The boys are going to be awhile. Corey, let’s pick up where we left off,” we heard Mandy say. I watched from the patio door as Mom rose and took off her bikini. “What exactly are you doing?” I heard Mandy ask. “Getting comfy and continuing what we’ve already begun. I’m incredibly horny now that I’ve felt Mike’s big cock. Get out of that bikini right now!” “You’re right. I’m horny too, especially now that I’ve felt Carl’s enormous cock.” Mandy said.After Mom had lowered the back of her lounger, Mandy straddled her face and sat inches from her mouth. At the same time, Mom’s mouth was inches from Mandy’s clean-shaven snatch. Mandy lowered her bare pussy until both were licking the other’s plump lips. Moans quickly ensued as tongues delved deep inside. “Mike, hurry up and come here!” “What’s going on?” “You’ve got to see this!” I gestured towards the pool as Mike approached the French doors. The sight of our moms in a sixty-nine took us entirely by surprise. We just stood there gawking until I suggested we should take off our swim trunks and join them. 

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