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Brian's spring break was one of Heather's happiest weeks in her life. Brian proved to be a tender and attentive lover.

Every day, when Heather came home from work, Brian had dinner on the table. Afterwards, he would give her a massage and then they would fuck like animals. Sometimes they would fuck again in the morning. Brian was excited to explore sex and eager to please his mother.

After one morning lay, he moaned to her, "I couldn't imagine anything feeling better than your beautiful pussy.'

"I could say the same thing about your cock, loverboy," Heather responded.

Heather was delighted that her plan had worked out so well. When she was honest with herself, Heather understood that while many things motivated her seduction of her son, most important were her own sensual desires. She thought having sex with Brian would be fun and hot. Now Heather was thoroughly convinced her decision was one of the best things she had ever done in her life.

For all her love of Brian and her late husband Gary, Heather believed that her own wants and needs trumped everything else. Few things were more important to those wants and needs than a really good sex life. She had too often lacked that. If her son could provide her with that -- plus the adoring, unconditional love he had always given her -- not only was it not wrong to fuck her son, it was absolutely right.

Sex had become an occasional thing for her; some random guy she met in a bar or on-line when she wanted to get laid. Now she was getting as much as she could handle, maybe more. Brian was getting so much experience that he was really improving fast. Heather loved teaching her son about sex, trying different positions, showing him ways to get her off. She enjoyed being on top the most. Naturally, she liked being in control.

She realized that it was just a continuation of the years she had spent educating her son, introducing him to books and movies she enjoyed, showing him how to present himself better, making meals together so he would know how to cook. She realized that she was being a very maternal lover -- and she privately admitted that. Brian's mother had taught him so much. Why not teach him in bed as well? She was surprised that more mothers didn't sleep with their sons.

Brian and Heather were overjoyed that they had finally been able to express their passion for each other. But they also knew that they had to keep secret what they were doing. How they yearned to find somewhere that they could be lovers in public!

** *

When Brian returned to college, the two of them kissed and cried for several minutes before he could compose himself and get into his car. Their emails and texts were lengthy and frequent.

Brian's few friends teased him. Did he have a girlfriend? Was he talking with his Mom? He couldn't explain that he was talking to both at the same time. Heather had given him a couple of books on performing cunnilingus and Brian read them obsessively between his studies.

Meanwhile Heather spent the days yearning for her son's touch, for sharing her bed with him. She realized that she would rather spend her weeknights masturbating thinking of Brian than trying once again to find the rare man she thought worthy of her attentions. Brian came home almost every weekend now. He had never had many friends at college, so why stick around? Why chase girls (never something he was good at, anyway), when none were as sexy, as loving, as fascinating as his own mother?

He did continue enjoy spending time with Dr. York -- she had hired him as her research assistant. She increasingly shared her troubles with him, telling him that the spark had gone out of her marriage. Sometimes they would work well into the evening, just the two of them. His friends teased him about Dr. York as well. Were they a couple? What was it like to sleep with a woman old enough to be his mother? Dr. York more than once told him what a handsome young man he was. Did he have a girlfriend? Someone special in his life? He told her she was special to him.

On Friday nights, when Brian came home, they would leap into each other's arms as soon as he crossed the doorway. Heather realized that she had not felt emotions like this since the early days with Gary. She could tell by the light in Brian's eyes that he was deep in the throes of his first real love. His affection was so intense it felt like sunbathing nude on a beach on a clear day, but with no chance of getting burned. A world where she felt adored and worshipped was a just world.

Heather's plan to turn her son into her ideal lover continued to produce results. His pussy eating skills were improving rapidly, and Heather was getting all the orgasms she felt she deserved. Brian regularly cooked dinner for the two of them and his meals were growing in sophistication. He gave her massages and foot rubs regularly. He cooed sweet nothings at every opportunity. Heather had never felt so loved.

Heather realized that she had made a mistake by treating Gary as an equal or, even worse, as her superior. He instead needed a strong woman in his life. If she had played that role, he would still be around. She would not repeat that mistake. Even as they celebrated their love, Heather made clear to Brian that she was the dominant player in their affair. To her delight, Brian took to his natural submissive role with joy. She told him how to behave and he obeyed.

When Heather saw her son's head between her legs, when she heard him accept her orders without question, and when he kneeled before her to rub and kiss her feet, she was confident of her judgment.

Heather also began to see her son as a real adult. He read the books she assigned and his conversation accordingly grew more sophisticated. His tastes followed hers. He loved white wine and romantic ballads, prestige dramas and liberal politics. She selected his wardrobe and he began dressing like a suave young man, not a teenage boy. When they went out to dine or shop together. she looked at her son with pride.

Her ability to enjoy her creation was limited. When they went out to restaurants, they had to act solely as mother and son -- which of course, they were -- but never as the lovers they also were. She dreamed of showing the world her passion for the handsome young man she had created -- in more ways than one.

***

She eventually decided to book a hotel room for a weekend in the nearest big city. Of course, they spent most of their time in bed together. There they could stroll hand in hand. They could kiss over a restaurant table. They could pose as cougar and cub, sophisticated older woman and her cute boy toy.

Their hotel's lounge had an 80s / 90s dance party that Saturday. It had been so long since Heather had gone dancing, especially with a handsome young man like Brian. They had so much fun together! Heather saw plenty of women her age dancing, many alone or with groups of other women. She just knew they were jealous.

Late that night, Heather dragged Brian into the ladies' room. "I want to fuck you so bad," she whispered in his ear. With a couple of soccer moms watching incredulously, she led him into a stall. She pulled down his pants and underwear and liberated his hard prick. He pushed her dress up and pulled down her panties.

They pressed against the stall wall and abruptly started fucking. The other women in the bathroom could hear their cries and moans. Brian's thick dick pushed in and out of her. She groaned louder and louder. The thrill of breaking the rules and the danger of being caught made her wetter than ever. She could tell by the intensity of his fucking that Brian was bonkers with desire, too. "Fucking give me that fucking big cock," she moaned.

At one point, Heather shouted, "Give Mama what she likes!" When they stepped out, Heather shot the gals a look of triumph. They could only stare in wonderment. Heather laughed to herself. Probably half of those women don't have sex anymore, she thought. If she could feel compassion, she would be sorry for them.

But they still had to be cautious. Heather was always looking around to see if anyone she knew might see them.

***

That Mother's Day, Heather woke up to see Brian serving her breakfast in bed. Looking around, she spotted a Mother's Day bouquet with the usual spring mix of flowers.

Brian also handed her a dozen long stemmed roses, with a card reading, "Heather, the girl of my dreams, the love of my life, the passion of my nights. Love, Brian." She thought, "What a sweetie she had raised!" Smart, too, given how he adored her.

They were soon kissing passionately. Brian worked his way down her body, worshiping every inch of her.

He then began kissing and sucking her clit. He buried his face in her crotch and swiftly went to work. How quickly he had learned!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, lick it, lick it, lick it right there," she cried out. "Don't stop, oh fuck yeah." She breathed harder and harder and her body began to tremble. She placed one hand on Brian's head and used the other to caress her tits.

After she had come, she told Brian to lie back. She then straddled his face, pushing her pussy onto him, so that he could barely breathe. She fondled her breasts as she watched her son worship her snatch.

She thrust her crotch into his face over and over, greedily taking Brian's attentions. Before long, she was coming again. When she dismounted, she realized that her juices were covering her son's face.

He looked beautiful.

Heather stroked and sucked Brian's dick a little bit. She then slid down on him. It felt so wonderful feeling her pussy accept his virile thrusts. Why had she denied herself this pleasure for so long?

She laid down on him and kissed his lips, tasting herself on him. Brian kept pushing up into her and she gripped his cock tightly. She rode him intensely, then speeding up as she came closer to yet another orgasm.

"Oh baby, I love you so much. Your mama loves you more than anything else in the world!" Heather knew this was a lie, but only technically, since her self-love didn't quite count.

"Oh Mom, I love your pussy. I love fucking you!"

She grinded on his crotch, stimulating her clit. "FUUUUUCK," she cried. She kept riding Brian until finally he shot his load in her.

As she lay next to Brian, Heather realized that the sex she was having with her son was the most intense of her life with two exceptions: the early days with Gary and when she and Gary were trying for a baby. When the two of them were making Brian.

Heather thought that it was especially wonderful that one round of fantastic sex had given rise to another.

Heather had a special Mother's Day present in mind. She explained it to Brian.

"I want you to lick my asshole, darling,"

"What?"

Gary had frequently eaten Heather's ass and she had loved it. It was hard finding other men who would do it. She thought it was time her son learned about it.

"It's very normal and common and your mother likes it a lot. I want you to prove your love to me by sticking your tongue in my butt."

Brian nodded compliantly.

She got on her hands and knees. "Show your mother how much you love her ass."

Brian began kissing his mother's magnificent rear. "Yeah, I like that, boy," Heather told him.

She spread her ass crack. "Just stick your tongue in there. Put it in my hole. Mmm...there you go."

She could feel Brian nervously run his tongue around her anus. "Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah, keep at it."

She moaned in pleasure. "Get your face in there. Eat it like my pussy."

She closed her eyes and grooved on the pleasure she had missed for so long. Feeling her son's tongue inside her ass was such a wonderfully wicked feeling. She also thought that eating ass was an important skill and Brian should acquire it.

After several minutes, she told Brian she had enough.

"I couldn't ask for a better Mother's Day." She kissed Brian on the forehead.

That afternoon, they lounged around the house in bathrobes. Brian did some schoolwork -- exams were coming up! -- but he found ways to celebrate Mother's Day. He gave her a massage and kissed and rubbed her feet.

He cooked her an early dinner of shrimp scampi and asparagus. He had turned into a terrific boyfriend.

"My son, my boyfriend," she thought with a private smile.

After dinner, they said goodbye in their customary fashion -- passionate kisses with lots of tongue, some tears, vows that they would see each other as soon as they could. Exams would be over before long and a whole, wonderful summer lay ahead.

***

Every Memorial Day weekend, Heather threw a garden party for her closest female pals -- her "Bitches." It was a term of endearment for her cattiest, most fun friends. Normally, she had Brian go out so she could have more time with them, but this year she decided that he would share hosting duties with her.

He dressed formally in a blazer and khakis, dress shirt and tie. When Juliet arrived, she gushed, "Who is this handsome young man who lives with you, Heather?" Brian blushed. Juliet threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek.

Heather rolled her eyes. Since her divorce, Juliet had gone back to her hard-partying ways, which now included hooking up with any number of attractive young men. She was wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her ample cleavage.

Heather whispered to Brian, "They're not real. Neither is that blonde hair."

Heather wanted to tell her, "Back off, bitch. He's mine!" Instead, she just reminded Juliet that Brian was her son.

The Bitches began dishing. Everyone teased Juliet -- the self-proclaimed Queen Bitch -- about her new lifestyle. She said that her job managing a chain of spas (including Heather's regular spot) gave her plenty of money, her divorce gave her freedom, so why not fuck around and have some good times?

"Is that your only source of income?" Heather asked.

Juliet laughed. "No, I still have my other one. And you would know."

Everyone knew that Juliet had sold weed on the side ever since college.

"I'm surprised you have any left over for anyone else," Heather responded.

Juliet had always gotten high on her own supply and clearly was doing so more than usual.

Brian and Heather tried to control their affection in public, but the party atmosphere loosened them up. They couldn't take their eyes off each other.

They kept their kisses to infrequent pecks on the cheek, but still pushed the limits of appropriate mother-son contact.

Heather couldn't help but boast about her creation. "Isn't he something?"

Brian spent most of his time taking care of the Bitches' many needs: filling wine glasses, serving hors d'oeuvres, the occasional shoulder rub.

When he joined the conversation, it was usually by telling the women how right they were about everything.

Adele was the greatest singer of her generation.

Hillary Clinton has been treated so unfairly by the media. (Gina Witt, the one Republican of the group, disagreed).

Hip-hop was fun to dance to, but it really wasn't "music."

Peggy Olson was the best character on "Mad Men."

The gals gushed over Brian. "I wish my son was like you, Brian," said Tanya.

"So handsome, so well-dressed, so thoughtful," agreed Gina. "I could see myself on his arm."

Juliet just nodded and grabbed Brian's firm ass. She swiftly pulled her hand away and burst out in laughter.

"Juuuuuliet!" Heather chastised her. "He's my son."

Juliet was feeling the effects of the wine. "I've known women whose husbands and boyfriends were less into them than Brian is into you. Why is he so into you? Does he get into you often?"

Heather, not usually touchy, blushed.

Juliet answered, "I wish I had a son like him. I'd never let him get away from me. Too bad I only have daughters."

Heather smiled. Juliet's daughters had been part of the "cool crowd" in high school. They had really been mean to Brian. Now here was their mother raining compliments on him. Even as she experienced a little jealousy, she also felt flattered that a woman with as much experience of men as Juliet was so impressed by her son. Perhaps her work with Brian had really paid off. Someday he would have to experience other women and Heather could see if she was as skilled a teacher as she believed she was.

Tanya Anderson, one of Heather's college roommates, burst into giggles.

She had been drinking hard during the party, enough that Heather suggested that she get an Uber home. She had built a successful dermatology practice with her husband, but it was putting a strain on her, as was raising two young kids.

Juliet teased her that she needed to get laid. Tanya looked unsettled, as if Juliet was cutting too close to the truth.

Tanya tried to curb her eating at the party, saying she had put on weight. As she drank, however, she started to chow down.

Juliet then teased her that she could sell her some good pot. Juliet could never pass up the snappy quip that made her the center of attention.

Gina told Juliet, "You're always trying to get us high."

Juliet shot back, "You should be getting high. More often, that is."

Gina blanched. Her conservative demeanor hid a thrill-seeking side that she could never reconcile with her public persona. She too, couldn't keep her eyes off Brian.

Juliet leaned towards Heather.

"You know I've always liked Brian. He was a good kid then and he's a great guy now. Any woman would be lucky to have him. as I am sure you know. I remember how I used to babysit him. I'd still love to sit on, um, for him."

To her surprise, Heather just laughed. The thought of Juliet getting to sample Brian's wares was less threatening than she thought it might have been. After all, she would not want a long term relationship with him, so his bond with Heather wouldn't be affected. Juliet had played a role in Brian's life for years, so she certainly cared about him. She certainly could teach him a lot.

"Hush now! Put those thoughts out of your mind!" Heather told herself.

After the party, Brian and Heather cleaned up together. They agreed the party had been a big success. Heather told Brian how proud she was of how he had performed as a host.

Brian said it was a pleasure, that he enjoyed making her happy, and he felt the same way about her friends.

They kissed. It was a moonless night, and their backyard was well protected. They made love under the stars. Heather stared at the constellations as her son sucked on her clit. She felt like a goddess.

***

That summer proved to be as paradisical as they had hoped.

Brian and Heather spent almost every breathing moment together. Waking up together, going to bed together, dining together, making love most nights, they couldn't have lived more like passionate lovers if they tried.

Their sex life remained very intense. Heather joked to herself that she was getting spoiled by her son's thick cock and by his ever-willing tongue. All she had to do was say the word and her son was ready to make love to her: in their bed, on the sofa, in the shower, in the kitchen. She especially enjoyed one time when he fucked her doggie style early one morning as she watched the sun rise. She came so hard that she squirted.

Brian's sexual appetite was such that even a ravenous Heather did not always have the energy for it. So instead, Brian would lie next to Heather in bed and masturbate while she watched. She loved seeing her son caress his big. thick cock. As he came close to coming, she would start with the dirty talk.

"When you jerk off, who do you think of, Brian?" "I think of you." "And who am I?" "You are my mother." "So you jerk off thinking about your own mother? About fucking your own mother?" "Yes." Brian was breathing hard and his cock was oozing precum. "Say it!" "I jerk off thinking about fucking my own mother!" His cock shot his load with great force, spraying onto the bedsheet. Heather kissed her son passionately. "I'm so proud of you, honey. You've made your mother very happy. Nothing that pleases me can ever be wrong."Brian spent the summer working at Heather's firm. The women there were even more attentive there than they were before. Heather made it clear to them that he was there to work for her. And how they worked!

Heather loved stashing him under the table to lick her pussy, sometimes while she was on the phone. The struggle to maintain her composure made it all the more fun. When Brian was a very good boy, she would treat him to a blowjob in her chair. Not that she minded slobbering on his hard young cock. Of course, they fucked in her office after hours.

Her assistant Melissa LeMay long had designs on Brian. She kept trying to chat him up, but Heather always found a way to block her. One day she confronted Heather. "Why do you keep me from talking with him? What kind of mother are you? What kind of boss? What is going on?" Heather brushed her off. "Brian is here this summer to work with me. He should be polite to everyone in the office, but his working relationship with me comes first."

Heather was annoyed that Melissa was so insolent. Heather knew her business inside and out, and it was not hard to frame Melissa for embezzlement. She fired her, warning that Melissa was lucky she did not call the police. A teary Melissa denied any wrongdoing. Heather told her not to lie to her.

After firing Melissa, Heather called around to various local businesses in her field. She told them that Melissa had stolen from the company (false), that she had been drunk on the job (true, but just a few times at parties), and that she was frequently late (more like occasionally). Melissa had to move away to find work. When Heather found out where Melissa had moved, she sent a letter of recommendation to a professional colleague there. An employed and safely distant Melissa would be less likely to engage in any foolishness. But her opportunities for blackmail were limited, since who would believe that a pillar of the community like Heather was fucking her own son?

Brian also learned her business that summer, preparing him someday to become her next-in-command. Heather introduced him to her leading clients and the leaders in her industry. She also explained some of her favorite accounting "tricks" that supported their lifestyle. "Everybody does it," she explained. "We work hard, we deserve good things."

They went on vacation for two weeks. Heather wanted to find a place where they could be open about their love. She found a cabin for rent, just off a lake three hours away. Hopefully, no one would know them there.

They found it to be an idyllic spot, well-hidden from the outside world. They could make love in the outdoors, stroll around hand-in-hand in the nude. pledge their love in voices loud enough to be heard. The squirrels and the birds and the deer would know that mother and son were lovers, but no human could.

At the end of the day, just before sunset, they would go down to the lake and skinny-dip. Mother and son could swim around naked, hold each other tight, and kiss passionately in the outdoors. Brian and Heather couldn't imagine a more perfect place to spend time together.

****

One Saturday, Heather spent the afternoon shopping with Juliet, dining in one of the favorite French restaurants, and then sipping wine at Juliet's house. Juliet was all alone now, her husband divorced, her daughters at college. But she was having a great time catching up on all the good times she had missed.

Juliet brought some of her favorite bud. It was strong stuff and the two of them were baked before long. Then Juliet brought out a little coke. Heather protested that she didn't do that shit anymore, but she took a sniff.

Soon the two of them were really fucked up. Heather teased Juliet about her harem of toy boys.

"What can I say, I still got it."

"I guess you do."

"What about you, Heather? You're still one fucking hot bitch."

"Oh, I don't have the time to see anyone regularly."

"Bullshit, you do."

"I'm busy."

"I think you do have something going on with someone."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Despite being stoned, Heather looked annoyed.

"I think you know, bitch. I'm not a fucking idiot."

"I don't...no fucking way....stop fucking insinuating stupid shit, just come out and say it."

"Are you fucking your son?"

Heather was shocked to hear her best friend ask her that. She was even more shocked when she answered, in a very stoned state, "Yeah, I am." She then began giggling nervously. It was a relief to tell someone at long last.

Juliet replied. "You fuck your son?" Heather suddenly got nervous. Was she being spied out? Was Juliet going to blackmail her? Did she work for law enforcement? The feeling vanished when Juliet continued, "That's soooo fucking hot. Fuck, you fuck your fucking son. You go, girl!" They slapped hands. They both started laughing hysterically.

When they regained their composure, Juliet began quizzing Heather.

"Whose idea was it?"

"Mine. Totally fucking mine. Took me a long time to seduce him. Finally tapped his ass in March."

"Poor boy needed to loosen up."

"Fuck yeah, he did."

"Was he a virgin?"

Heather chuckled. "Yeah. Total fucking virgin. But he was pretty good for a first time."

Juliet high-fived her again. "Who better to teach him than his Mom! Fuck, Heather. You're fucking awesome. How does he fuck now? He loves you so much, I bet he's fucking great."

"Yeah, he really is."

"Woo-hoo! Does he eat your pussy?"

"Like it was goddamned apple pie. The boy has a fucking talent."

"Does he have a nice dick? I bet he does. I'm sure he does."

"Yeah, nice and thick the way I like them. And he's always ready to go."

"Goddam girl, you hit the fucking jackpot." Juliet tittered, then shot Heather a huge smile, like she was thrilled to hear about a successful business deal or an awesome vacation.

"Yeah, I did. I'm so glad that I told you. It's such a relief. No one else knows."

"We are such good friends."

"FRIENDS!!!!," Heather laughed uncontrollably. She then hugged Juliet.

"You're so special, Juliet. We are such good friends. Friends forever."

Juliet smiled. "Yes we are."

They really were good friends -- maybe best friends indeed, maybe just close to it. They had met while Juliet was in college. Juliet's sister Patti had been Heather's freshman year roommate. Juliet, a junior at a nearby school, had dropped by to viist Patti. Patti was such a goodie-goodie, but Juliet sure wasn't. The two of them hit it off. They partied hard together during college and afterwards.

Years later, they realized that they were living in the same town. It didn't take long for the two of them to go back to their old ways -- in a more age-appropriate fashion, of course. Juliet had never been able to keep her panties up and had multiple affairs during her marriage. Heather had been less than 100 percent faithful to Gary -- it was one of the very few things she ever felt bad about. They kept each other's secrets -- well enough that when Juliet got divorced, she did very well in the settlement, since her husband's affair was revealed, but not her many infidelities.

Juliet relished her "bad influence" role in Heather's life. But she had helped out in other ways, too. Juliet had a nice cushion of family money, which had allowed to her to start her spa business. Heather had some money from Gary's parents, but not quite enough to help her start her business. Juliet lent her some and then hooked her up with a generous line of credit. After Gary died, Juliet took on an "aunt" role with Brian, babysitting for him, giving Heather a break by taking Brian for the occasional weekend. She so adored Brian that it probably accounted for why her daughters were always so bitchy towards him. Juliet thought they were stupid since Brian was such a sweet kid.

They kept partying past midnight. They ordered some pizza delivery and chowed down. Heather sent a rambling, incoherent text to Brian letting him know that Mama wasn't coming home tonight and that she loved him so much and Juliet was so awesome, etc. She was lying on the living room floor, baked out of her mind. Juliet was sitting on the couch, a little more in touch with reality.

"I'm happy we are such good friends, Heather. We tell each other everything. We share everything."

"FRIENDS!!! Friends forever! Yeah, baby."

"We even fucked some of the same guys.."

"That we have. We are such good friends. HOS BEFORE BROS, wooo!"

"We've kept each other's secrets," Juliet noted.

"Remember Juan, the pool boy?"

"You let me fuck him in your bed, when Darrell wanted to spend the afternoon watching football."

"Then you lent him to me as a thank-you."

"I could see you needed to get laid."

"Fuck yeah, I did. Fucking awesome. FRIENDS!" Heather stuck a fist in the air.

Juliet looked straight at Heather.

"I want to ask a favor from you."

"Anything for my favorite bitch, baby."

"I want to fuck Brian."

Heather was so stoned she didn't initially pick up on what Juliet said.

"What do you mean, Juliet?"

"I want to have sex with your son Brian. I've been wanting him for awhile. He's so handsome and sweet and now I know he's a good lay."

"I don't know, baby?"

"I lent you Juan, why can't you lend me Brian?"

"Well, maybe."

"I'll give you some of this shit for free," Juliet offered.

"This is some fucking killer weed. "

"I'll give you a half pound."

"Fuuuck....that's a lot," Heather moaned.

"Deal?"

"Deal. FRIENDS!"

"Anything for a true friend, right, babe?"

"Anything!"

Heather finally nodded off She woke up on the couch the next morning around 10. She felt a little weird but OK. Juliet got out some Frosted Flakes for breakfast.

Heather strained to remember what happened the previous night. She recalled dinner and then coming back to Juliet's place. After that, it all got a little unclear. She remembered that they had talked about Brian a lot....

"So we have a deal." Juliet said, crunching away at her Frosted Flakes.

"What deal?"

"You know, about Brian?"

Heather tried to piece together the previous night. "Oh, shit," she thought. She began recalling their conversations. Yes, they had made a deal to sell -- or rent -- Brian in exchange for a half pound of marijuana.

She realized the deal made perfect sense. She thought Brian could benefit from having experience with another woman. Juliet was a great friend and she deserved the good sex which she was confident that Brian could provide. If Juliet did enjoy herself, that would reflect well on her, the woman who had educated him in the ways of the bedroom. In addition, that weed was so awesome she could still feel its effects. But she was too shrewd a businesswoman not to bargain.

"A pound."

"A pound?"

"I want a pound of that weed. Plus a year of free massages at your spa."

"That weed is fucking expensive. And I don't give away massages."

Heather held the line. "A pound. And I want first dibs on Mario." Mario was her favorite masseur, the one who gave the best happy endings.

"Half pound?"

"Two-thirds of a pound."

"Done."

"And I want the massages. Brian's going to give you orgasms galore. I deserve some in return."

"All right, a year. But you better give Mario some fucking huge tips."

"Deal."

"So I'll get him for next weekend. I'll give you half the weed when I pick up Brian. You'll get the rest at the end of the weekend, if I'm satisfied. I'll hook you up with the massages then. Right, Juliet?"

"Works for me. How about you get him every four or six weeks? He's going to be busy once he goes back to college. And I'm always going to get first crack at his ass"

"Sounds good."

On the way home, Heather found herself singing "Heather Manning is a motherfucking pimp."

*** It was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon when Heather got home. Brian was lifting weights in the basement. She walked down the stairs.

"Hey, honey, how are you?"

"Good. I was getting worried about you."

"Don't worry. I was having a lot of fun with Juliet and didn't want to stop."

"That's cool. I like Juliet."

"Yeah, speaking of Juliet. You know she likes you a lot, too. And well....she really, like likes you."

"Huh. Well I think she is very attractive."

"Yeah. Juliet and I were talking, and, well, I told about what you and I do. And she approves."

Brian looked too shocked to speak.

"She also says she would like you to stay with her next weekend. I think that would be a very good idea. You know Juliet has always cared about you. It's just that now she cares about you in a different way." Heather stifled a chuckle. "I want you to please her the way you please me. I know you'll be very good at it."

"Are you sure, Mom? I thought what we had was special -- that it was part of our love."

"It is, but this is another way you can show your love to me. Juliet is so special to me and she's been special to you, too. You can make her happy just like you make me happy. I've seen you grow and mature and learn the past few months. I want to share your gifts with someone who also loves you very much. Can you do that? Can you do that for your mother?"

"Yeah, I guess so. There are worse things than having sex with a hot woman like Juliet. She's almost as hot as my mother." Brian smiled. Heather smiled back at him. "He's starting to learn the ways of the world," she thought.

"I'm glad that you see it that way. Just remember that nothing that pleases me can ever be wrong," Heather reminded Brian.

They embraced and kissed. Before long they were fucking against the basement wall.

***

Their sex was especially intense that week. Heather realized that she was very excited for both Brian and Juliet. Just the thought of Brian getting to experience another woman turned her on. It was even better that it was her best friend and someone who had helped raise him. Heather thought she was commiting an extraordinary act of love for both Brian and Juliet. "What a great mother I am. What a great friend I am," Heather told herself.

Juliet came to Heather's house on Friday night, right after dinner. Heather had made sure that Brian was dressed well to greet his "Aunt Juliet": blazer, slacks, well-polished loafers. She even packed his bag for the weekend. When Juliet came in, Brian greeted her with a kiss on the lips.

Juliet gave her a small gym bag. "Here's what we discussed," she said to Heather, who just nodded.

Heather gave her son a lingering open-mouthed kiss. She gave his butt a playful squeeze. "Now you be good to Aunt Juliet, loverboy. Treat her well just like we discussed." Heather felt a wonderful sense of freedom since this was the very first time she was able to show someone the truth of her relationship with Brian: that they were both lovers and mother and son.

Heather watched her son walk out to the garage with Juliet. He held the door open for her, and when she unlocked her BMW, Brian opened the driver's side door for her, too. When they drove off, Heather thought, "My boy has become a man."

She quickly got into the stash that Juliet had given her. She relaxed in a lawn chair in the backyard and watched the sun set. As it got darker and darker, and her thoughts ran to what Juliet and Brian must be doing. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid her right hand under her panties. She rubbed her pussy. As she got wetter and wetter, she slipped a finger inside herself. "Imagine Brian's cock," she thought, "Imagine it inside Juliet. Imagine her sucking it. See Brian eating Juliet's pussy. See the two of them fucking away in Juliet's bed."

The vision of Juliet riding Brian's cock floated through her mind. She knew that Juliet had a potty mouth, even more than she did. What filthy shit was she saying? "Fuck your Aunt Juliet, you fuckboy. Give me that motherfucking cock. Stick it in my hungry cunt." Heather felt her body quivering. She started moaning but she stifled her cries so as not to wake the neighbors. Juliet was such a good friend. Brian was such a good son. Wasn't she a wonderful person for bringing them together? She was the one who taught Brian how to fuck. So every bit of pleasure Juliet was enjoying was due to her. She was one fucking awesome person.

"Heather Wilder Manning is the fucking greatest person in the fucking world," she whispered to herself. With that, she felt herself come.

She spent the weekend relaxing, smoking pot, gobbling edibles, and sipping wine. She normally kept her substance use in line so that she get work done and also to be a good role model for Brian. But it was a slow time in the office and Brian was out fucking Juliet. So she spent her time getting high, masturbating, watching HBO, and firing up "Taboo" on her laptop. When she discovered that flick, she realized, "Finally, a movie made just for me."

She ordered Mexican for dinner on Sunday. She was wearing sweatpants and an old T-shirt and finishing a chile relleno when she got a text from Juliet that she would be coming over in a half hour. Heather quickly cleaned herself up and threw on a pair of shorts and a low-cut tank top. Juliet and Brian were soon knocking on the door. Heather let them in. As soon as Juliet entered the living room, she gave Brian the same sort of lingering open-mouthed kiss he had received from his mother. She slapped him on the ass. "I return you to the custody of your mother," Juliet said with a grin. Heather immediately threw her arms around Brian and kissed him. Juliet made a "call me" gesture to Heather, told Brian that the weekend had been "awesome," and took off.

A still slightly stoned Heather asked Brian if he had eaten yet. Brian said he had dinner with Juliet. Nevertheless, Heather offered him a mushroom quesadilla, which he scarfed down.

"How did it go, lover?" Heather asked.

"Pretty cool. Fantastic, really. Juliet is really cool."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Multiple times."

"How was it?"

"Really great! Not as good as you, Mom. But Aunt Juliet really knows her stuff." He giggled.

Heather asked a few more questions, but Brian started to clam up. He was clearly tired and Heather let him sack out on the couch and watch TV.

Heather retired to her bedroom, got undressed, and gave Juliet a call. She got out an vibrator and started using it on her clit as she talked.

"Hey babe."

"What's up, Heather?"

"Sounds like Brian was, all weekend."

"Heh, heh, heh. You raised one helluva son. Polite, sweet, smart, hung, fucks like a beast."

"Always nice to hear that I've done a good job."

"Fuck yeah, you have. Though I like to think that his Aunt Juliet had something to do with it. Such a nice young man."

"So how many times, Juliet?"

"He fucked me four fucking times this weekend. I'm lucky I can walk. He even fucked me in the ass this morning. He said you weren't into it, so it was his first time."

"That's true. Not my thing."

"I fucking love it as long as they use enough lube. And he did."

"Ha, that's good to hear."

"You know I love the boys. They are so hard and horny. But sometimes they really don't know what they are doing. Brian does. And did you raise him on pussy juice or something? That boy's tongue was on my clit the whole fucking weekend. Well almost. Yesterday afternoon, he ate my pussy while I smoked pot and watched The British Baking Show. That's some kinda perverted trifecta." Juliet burst into laughter.

Heather trembled as she worked her clit more and more. The thought of her son eating Juliet's pussy aroused her greatly.

"I raised my boy to want to please women. And so he does. Plus I taught him to worship my fucking pussy."

"Thanks for all the hard work, honey. I'm sure it was a trial."

"Oh, it's such hard, difficult work having my son give me orgasms."

"Hey, I gave him a few. Loved sucking on that hard young dick."

"He does have a fucking kick-ass dick.""He does, he really does. So thick. Fucking spread me wide open. My snatch is gonna take weeks to recover."

"Poor you, sweetheart." Heather giggled.

"Even got to perv out a bit. Used a butt plug on him and he seemed to like it. Put my cuffs on him and sucked his dick. Then I rode him. Next time I'll have to get him to use them on me."

"Oh Aunt Juliet, always up to something."

"Fuck yeah, I had him call me Aunt Juliet. Made it extra extra pervy."

"Imagine what it's like to have your son fucking you while he calls you Mom."

"Shiiiiit. Too bad I only have daughters."

"Imagine what they would say if they knew."

"Ha ha ha ha. Those fucking bitches could use some payback for how they treated him over the years. What the fuck is that buzzing sound?"

"What the fuck do you think it is?" Heather snorted.

"Ha, you're masturbating while I tell you about fucking your son."

"Damn right."

"You fucking pervert."

"Damn right."

"You are something else. And everybody says I'm the bad influence, Heather."

"Ha. Speaking of bad influence, I'm loving this weed. Got me stoned all weekend."

"Glad to hear. That reminds me. I'll come over tomorrow and give you that other one-third of a pound. But I'm gonna throw in a few extra ounces. Consider it a tip for the great job Brian did. Now, the other end of the deal. I can get Brian when...every five or six weeks?"

"Sounds good. Remember he's going back to college soon. And I still need to fuck him as much as I can."

"Understood."

"All right, you fucking bitch, I gotta go. Gotta check in on my wonder boy."

"He really is a fucking wonder boy. All right, fucking bitch. See you tomorrow night."

Heather lay in bed for a few more minutes, using her vibrator until she came. "Fuck, I'm such a fucking awesome mother."

She threw on a robe and walked downstairs. Brian had also changed into a robe and was eating ice cream while watching a nature documentary. "Still such a fucking nerd. My darling nerd. My beautiful nerd," Heather told herself.

She lay on the couch with her son. stroking his hair: a little mom-son time after so much time as lovers. The documentary was about the wildlife of the Grand Canyon. When they showed a segment on mountain lions, Heather could not resist.

"Do you know what is a synonym for mountain lion?"

"Puma, right?"

"Besides that."

"I dunno."

"Cougar!" Heather laughed and kissed him.

When the documentary was over, Heather noticed it was 10 PM. She told him that she was going to bed and if he wanted to join her. "Sure," he said.

After they both finished the usual bathroom rituals, they both dropped their robes and began making out in the nude.

"I'm so proud of you. Juliet says you were fantastic," whispered Heather.

"Thank you, Mom. I had a great time."

"Let's get into bed."

Heather could tell that Brian was tired, but she still wanted some action before she went to sleep.

She stroked his cock and then sucked it a little. Before long they were 69-ing. Heather felt so proud of her son, as he used his well-trained tongue to please her clit.

Her insistent sucking gave Brian a stiff boner. She slid down on his cock and began riding him intensely. Juliet had worked him so hard that weekend that even a 19 year old like Brian felt a little wiped. So Heather had to take charge. After a few minutes, she had another orgasm. She dismounted and lay next to her son. He hadn't come yet, so she gave him a handjob. She had always been Queen of the Handjobs, and nothing had changed. She kept jerking his cock and praising his performance until he shot his load.

She kissed him. "I'm so proud of you." she cooed. "You did such a good job pleasing your Aunt Juliet. You're going to see more of her. She wants you back so bad. But I want you more." She laughter. "Remember that you must always please me first. Nothing that pleases me can ever be wrong."

Brian nodded. He was exhausted and soon drifted off to sleep.

Heather stared at her sleeping son. "My son, my lover, my rentboy, my whore, my gigolo," she thought. Gigolo was about right -- she had sold Juliet not just a weekend of hot sex, but the charms of a handsome young man. "And I'm a motherfucking pimp." As far as she could tell, Brian had no idea that he was now a prostitute.

She didn't feel guilty at all.