Mom really is in the kitchen, the only person there; the lunch hour has come and gone, and the other cooks have all left for the day. Mom uses this time before leaving campus to prep for the next day's patisserie. She's busy making a sweet dough, hands folding powdered sugar into it, inside a giant mixing bowl, when you enter.
"Oh!" Mom says, looking up from the chrome table as she senses your presence. "So there he is! The boy who never has the time to stop and visit his own mother!"
"I'm visiting you now, aren't I?" You grouse.
She blows a bang from her face, busy hands still kneading. Obviously, this response does not impress her.
You glance this way and that, slyly, making sure the coast is clear. While Mom slaves over her bowl, flour-flecked face deep in concentration, you circle behind her.
"Honestly," she says. "I cook and and I cook, and I work my butt off to feed everyone, and--"
Whatever she was about to say ends in a choke as you run your hand up and across the contour of her ass through her jeans.
"You work your butt off?" You say. "I dunno. Seems like it's still here."
"A-Alabaster..."
"Hmm?" You say, rubbing your cupped hand back and forth, appreciating the give and softness of her backside even through the denim.
Mom is shaking. Her hands in the bowl stop in place. "We're at work. You can't just -- just do things like that to me at work--"
"I fuck so many girls right here at work and it's never a problem. Why not you, too?"
She gasps.
You play magnanimous. "But... if you don't want to... that's fine. I can go upstairs and have sex with Charlotte. She already said--"
Mom spins around, fists balled up, elbows locked. "What! What is that woman doing now?"
"Nothing -- geez. I'm just saying--"
"Why would you want a floozie like her? Listen, dear, I love Charlotte. But we have to face the facts: she's a complete bimbo! You don't need a woman like her to take the stress off. She wants to say you do, but you don't -- not when you've got me. So forget about her!"
You rub the back of your head. "Well, since you're offering. I am feeling pretty stressed right now... I could really use something to take the load off."
Mom's competitive streak falters again. "Right -- right here?" She stammers. "I mean... Alabaster, you might have sex with other girls at work, but I'm your mother. That makes it different. If someone saw us..."
You shrug. "I fuck Cerise at work. Is this really any worse?"
"Cerise--! You-- nooo. You don't. You really--"
"Yeah. In my office, usually. I bend her over my desk and drop a load inside her whenever I feel like it. She really likes to keep my sperm inside her during the day... she says it gives her energy." Mom's face is a shifting canvas of conflicting emotions. But shining through is a mounting lust. This is her weak spot: she gets all tingly when you describe the lurid details of what you and Cerise get up to. Today, you add a new angle to the depravity: "And I fuck Rose2 at work. She's basically my sister too, right? I usually get a little bit rougher with her. She likes it that way."
Mom clasps her lips with a flour-flecked hand. "R-rougher?"
"Heh. You know what the difference between Rose2 and a mosquito is? The mosquito stops sucking when you smack it."
Mom slumps against the prep table, tipping the mixing bowl to its side.
"That's just a joke," you allow, sensing you've gone too far. "I--"
"How hard do you hit her."
"What?"
She repeats, voice trembling: "how hard do you hit her."
You clear your throat. "Well, I don't go gentle on her. If she does something stupid... which is pretty frequently... I have to spank her. That's a big brother's duty, isn't it?"
Her voice is flat and low but husky all the same. "Yes. Yes it is... you're doing exactly what a big brother should, Alabaster... Rose needs discipline. You should be the one to dispense it..."
You smirk at her. "Is that something you'd want to see, too?"
She nods.
"I'll rough her up extra hard just for you, Mom. Let's gang up on her tonight."
Mom moans. You can actually see a small wet spot developing in the crotch of her jeans. She notices you staring. Unbuttoning, and sliding out of them, she sits bare-assed on the chrome table. She leans way back, and parts her thick thighs for you. "Fuck me, Alabaster, please... you said you were stressed... so go ahead. Use my hole to take the stress off."
You won't say no to an invitation as nice as that. You step out of your pants, too. Together, she and you, mother and son, commit for a second time that most ultimate taboo: you fuck. You slide you cock into the wet heat of her cunt and enjoy the sensation of your mother's body from the inside; the soft, silky smooth interior of her vagina. To steady yourself as you stand in front of the low table humping her, you grab her by either of her jiggling thighs. The hot, plump flesh in your palms, contrasting with the cold hard chrome of the tabletop against your knuckles, is a pleasure all its own as you saw your dick in and out. You don't go gentle on her, either; you pound her as fast and as hard as you can. You really have been stressed lately, and Mom's fuckhole actually is a wonderful stress reliever.
As you establish this brutal, selfish rhythm inside her, Mom licks the broad side of her palm and starts to rub her fat clitty. What a nice sight, Mom rubbing herself off, through her manicured bush, while you use her. The whole time you breed her, she stays intently focused on your face -- staring into it -- practically boring a hole into your soul.
"Oh fuck, Mom..." you pant, tongue wagging, unable to contain your ecstatic grunting.
She strokes your cheek with her other hand, even as she jills herself. "You love you Mommy's cunt, don't you, baby?"
"Yes-- fuck, yes--"
"More than that loose whore who only pretends to be your mother?"
You nod. That was all she needed to see. She smiles broadly, blushes -- happy. And then she quickens the frenzied pace of her clit-rubbing, and starts to hump back against you. Her cunt swallows your dick entirely, down to its thick root, with every forward thrust she gives. The cushiony pad of her pubic mound mashes against your crotch. You feel too the sticky lips of her labia pressing directly against your skin every time your cock sinks in. Her humping makes the table she sits on shake and shudder, its legs squealing against the tiled floor. She's squealing too, as she cums.
Then you're grunting, like an ape, as you mash your lips against hers and dump an incestuous load of seed straight into the sloppy, juicy depths of her mommyhole. The cum spurts and spurts, and Mom accepts it all with her arms looped around your neck, pulling you closer.
When finally you're done ejaculating inside your own mother, you pull back, and relish that delicious tingle as your over-sensitive prick slides out. Behind it, leaking from her unplugged pussy, comes the deluge of your jizz. It pools in a pearly white puddle on the prep table. She looks lovingly down at it, and twirls an index finger through it. "Oh my~ you were really stoppered up~..." Then, looking you in the eye: "Be honest, baby... is my pussy a better stress-relief hole than Charlotte's? She said hers is better -- but it isn't, is it? Mine is."
You know you've got an audience. And before you can craft a diplomatic reply, that audience is making herself known. Charlotte strides up. "Disgusting! You would have sex with your own son--!"
Mom, basking in the afterglow, just leans further back, down onto her elbows, and lets the cum leak out of her in a lewd, continuous stream. "Hahh-- haahhh--" she pants, breathing slow and ragged. "Don't lie. You're jealous, Charlotte... you wanted to be his mommy, didn't you... but you're not REALLY his mommy..." She runs her hand across her tummy and further down, to the cum-matted bush above her cunt, and further still, to the mess on the table, playing with it, while she stares Charlotte defiantly in the face. "You're too late... I already took care of him. But you can lick it up, if you want..."
Hand on hip, Charlotte leans way forward, scowling. "You don't know him half as well as you think. He would never be satisfied cumming only once! You're hopeless, Scarlett -- you're already an exhausted wreck after letting him fuck you only once! How could you EVER take care of his stress that way? A boy like Alabaster needs a pussy he can spunk into three or four times in a row, at least!"
Mom doesn't have that same haughty expression anymore. She's maybe realizing that she miscalculated. Charlotte, jumping up onto another chrome prep table opposite Mom, hikes her skirt all the way back and crooks a finger at you. "Come on, dear... let me finish what Scarlett couldn't. Use my pussy... and don't hold back, either... I can take it. Cum as much as you like."
You approach her. Behind you comes Mom's voice, who's clearly a bit hurt: "Alabaster... Alabaster, if you need to go a second time, you absolutely can use my pussy again! Fuck me as much as you want!"
Charlotte grins smugly at her. Now here too is an expression you're familiar with -- she really is her daughter's mother.
As you tug aside Charlotte's satin panties and admire the other way she resembles her daughter -- that bare, puffy cunt that hardly looks as mature as it truly is -- you tell your other mother, over your shoulder: "Sorry... but you wanted to know who's got the better hole, right? I need to be able to judge fairly..."
"Judge away," Charlotte coos, and sinks her cunt around your cock as you press into her.
Charlotte's pussy is unbelievably soft. She knows it, too: "I should have been doing this the whole time," she says regretfully. "This is so much better for you than those silly rubber pussies you used when you were a teenager... isn't it?"
You nod.
"That's right," she continues. "I knew it. You need a real pussy to cum in or you won't be satisfied... it's okay, Alabaster, I understand. My pussy is your real number-one stress-relief hole, isn't it? Much better than hers... much better..."
"Ridiculous!" Mom shouts. "I'm sure he can hardly feel you, you're so loose! He doesn't need a loose, disgusting hole like yours when he's got his real mother to take care of him!"
Charlotte responds by hugging you around your back and pulling you close to her. "Ignore that silly woman," she whispers. "Just fuck your mommy and forget all your trouble... that's it, baby, just keep fucking me... as much as you need..."
"Fuck," you pant, "I'm gonna--"
"Ohhh baby," Charlotte mewls, rubbing your face with both hands. "You poor, poor thing. You really have got a heavy load inside your balls today, I can tell... don't you? See? Scarlett couldn't even come close to getting it all out... that's why you need me..."
You kiss and nip at her neck, and she ruffles your hair. She says, more for Mom's ears than yours: "Oh, but... you wouldn't *really* spunk inside my cunt, would you?~ You wouldn't make such a terrible mess inside your mommy's pretty pussy, would you? Would you really mess my pussy up like that?"
"Oh god," you groan, "I can't-- I-- I'm really gonna cum, fuck--"
"Aw. It's all right, honey. Go ahead and do whatever you need to. Mommy understands. Spunk me up... make a mess. Cum in MY pussy."
You do as she commands. Your balls spew another thick wad of cum directly into Charlotte's rental-mommy pussy. Her internal walls flutter around your jerking cock and almost seem to be vacuuming up every drop of your sperm.
Cumming two times in quick succession, in such deliciously soft, inviting holes, as they gently coax it out... it's left you feeling weak, and seeing stars. Charlotte is tenacious in clinging to you, and kissing you, and keeping her legs wrapped around your butt, but you need a moment to rest. You force her to let go of you, despite her cooing protests and insistence that you stay to fuck another load into her. You stumble backward, towards a little stool, and sit. Your two mothers, cunts both leaking your sperm, lie between you, each on either table, about equally wiped.
Mom is the first to stir. She gets down off the table, leaving a little snail trail of cum in her wake as she gets down on her knees in front of you, and stares sadly up at you. She pleads: "Really, though... my pussy is the best... right?"
Charlotte, then, is right there beside her, at your other knee. "Don't let her guilt you. You need to be honest with her. We both know that my pussy is the best hole for cumming inside of... far better than hers..."
You're still out of breath, and you wouldn't want to break either of their hearts anyway. When you don't respond, they take that as an invitation to further competition.
"Oh dear... you're still all hard, aren't you?" Charlotte says. She lightly brushes the glistening shaft of your cock, where even now a little dollop of sperm is pearled on top of the piss slit.
"I'll take care of that for you, baby, don't worry," Mom says, taking your dick by the base and beginning to slowly stroke it.
Charlotte, not to be bested, grabs her sweater and peels it up, baring her huge chest; just as quickly, off comes her bra. She mashes her fat tits together, pink nipples pointing up at you. She shoves Mom aside with one shoulder. Then seizing the opportunity, Charlotte gets your prick in between the slippery confines of her cleavage. As always, it's wonderfully hot, and fleshy, and sweaty. You'll never get enough of that obscene sensation of a motherly titjob. You sigh happily.
Mom gets her balance back, and pouting, shoves Charlotte in retaliation. She tugs her own sweater off now, and her own bra, and you admire the even larger bust she has. Her giant udders are heavy-looking and tender... and when she gets your cock between them, they're just as nice to fuck as Charlotte's. Mom adds her own twist to this perverted proceeding, too; she uses her long wet tongue to pleasure your cockhead while she humps her chest up and down in your lap.
Charlotte's move now. From the other side of you she uses her chest to edge in. There's a brief tussle, as both women, tit-to-tit, push against each other. But they come to a stalemate, your dick still trapped in between. And like that, they've begun to give you an entirely new pleasure. Paizuri with two women at the same time. Their nipples rub one another's as, grimacing at each other, they both work to please your dick. Up and down they work, in tandem, and occasionally they even growl at each other. But they're not fighting anymore because they've got a higher priority: getting you to ejaculate. They're working together to do it.
The two-woman paizuri becomes a two-woman blowjob, too. They swap your spit-slick dick back and forth between them, messing up their makeup, getting their tits all covered in shiny saliva. They're making a real mess: of you, of each other.
They're out of breath and desperate as they each demand, panting over one another: "tell her-- I'm the best--!" -- "no-- she's wrong -- I am-- tell her that it's me--" -- "Don't listen to her, Alabaster, you know I'm the better mommy... you know it..." -- "it's okay, honey, you can cum in my throat... just put your cock in my throat and cum--!!" -- "No, cum on my tits, baby... or, no... pin me down, fuck me! Cum in my pussy... You need to cum inside my pussy again, don't you..."
You close your eyes and relish the indescribable softness, and shifting contours, of four tits, and two tongues, swirling around and mashing against your prick. When you cum, you don't warn them, you just blast them both: their tits and their faces -- a geyser of sperm that smears and stains them both. As if they didn't look whorish enough, now they're coated with and dripping your incestuous jizz.
Groaning and shivering with the decadent, lewd enjoyment of it all, you deliver your verdict: "You're both the best!"
They can live with that, at least for now. A bit more placid, they stay there on the ground, at your knees, turning their heads this way and that as they swap your cummy dick back and forth, and work to suck out the final vestiges of your sperm. Occasionally their tongues meet, and they don't mind it, because they're so focused on their cleanup duty -- this, too, is a mother's job.