Rite of Passage - Joel's Story Pt. 02

"Joel, baby! No! Your father is right there in the living room." June's emergent exhibitionist streak tempered her fear of Tom catching them. The stolen moments with her son were exciting. Just last week, during their walk on the esplanade, he had her strip naked. They fucked on the bench in the gazebo with the mid-day sun streaming through the trees.

Joel pushed her to her knees on the lounger. He untied the other string and let her bikini bottom drop to the lounger. He took his cock in one hand and positioned it at June's hole.

"Joel, we mustn't! Your father...! OOOHHHHH!"

As he slid slowly into her moist tunnel, he glanced in the house. He could almost see his father sprawled on the couch. No sloppy seconds for me tonight, dad!

"Oh god Joel no!" Even as she protested, she pushed back against her son's cock.

"Say you like it, mom!" Joel used the long slow strokes he knew she liked. He pulled out until just the head of his cock was captured by the coin slot lips of June's pussy. Then he slid slowly in until his balls slapped her ass. He rotated his hips and repeated the action.

"Oh Jesus! You...fuck...you know I love it! But your father! This is so dangerous." June was terrified. That terror enhanced the act, making her even wetter than usual.

Joel smiled. Despite her protest, he could feel and hear the wetness of her pussy increase. Devilishly, he pulled all the way out.

"Okay! If you want me to stop..."

"What?" June looked back over her shoulder at her smiling son. "Stop? But...I...don't you dare, young man!"

June thrust her hips back. Her son's cock slid fully in, filling her completely. She shivered as a mini orgasm shook her body. They froze as the blue light of the television went out, bathing the living room in darkness.

Coupled, Joel's pulsating cock buried deep in her drenched hole, they watched as Tom Allen moved into the kitchen. Only a screen door and the darkness on the patio separated them from discovery.

June was astonished when Joel continued his slow long dicking of her as they watched his father. Tom walked to the sink and emptied the remainder of a can of beer. He dropped the empty can in the recycle bin next to the kitchen screen door. If he slides the screen door open and steps onto the patio he will see us.

The fear of discovery caused her heart to beat like a trip hammer trying to pound its way out of her chest. At the same time, she experienced an orgasm like never before. At first, she thought she had to pee. The sensation was the same. She felt an incredible pressure.

June whimpered, stifling her orgasmic scream as she came, for the first time in her life squirting a fountain of pussy juice against her son.

"Oh fuck! FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!! Dear god! Dear fucking god!"

"You guys okay out there? Need any help?"

June's mouth gaped up. A mewling sound issued weakly from her. She tried to speak. She tried to say the words that would keep her husband from coming on to the patio. The words that would prevent him from seeing her in the paroxysm of an orgasm with his son's cock buried to the hilt in her squirting cunt. She could not. She heard her son's sharp intake of air as she continued to squirt her juices on him.

She growled deep in her throat as the constrictions of her pussy tried to force Joel's cock out. Tom was going to catch them! He was going to walk on the patio and see his wife experience the most intense orgasm of her 38 years with her son...their son!

And she did not give a fuck! Nothing mattered accept Joel's cock pushing hard trying to stay in her spasming pussy. If her marriage ended here, she had this moment.

"We got it, dad!"

"Okay! I'm going to bed."

They watched him turn, move down the short hall to the staircase. Joel pushed June to her belly. He braced himself on his hands and began to pound his mother's slippery pussy.

"SHHHIIITTTT! Don't stop, Joel! Don't fucking stop! Even if he walks out here, don't you dare stop!"

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Hurry baby! Hurry! Your father!"

June braced her hands close to her chest. She thrust up hard to meet her son's downward thrust.

"Say it mom! You know you want to say it!"

A fleeting thought crossed June's mind. More and more, Joel wanted her to express her surrender to him.

"It's your pussy baby! All yours! Now cum in mommy! Fill her up!"

Joel redoubled his efforts, supporting his body on his locked arms and his toes, as though he was doing pushups.

The light coming on in the bedroom partially illuminated the patio, causing them both to look up. They could see Tom's figure as he moved about the bedroom. If he just turned...if he glanced out the window to check on them...!

"I'm cumming mom! I'm cumming!"

"Momma's baby is cumming,' June moaned, "momma's baby is cumming!"

June groaned as she felt Joel's cock swell and began pumping his seed into her. Next to her own orgasm, it was the most satisfying feeling she experienced. She loved her pussy full of her son's seed.

In the dim glow cast by the bedroom light, the lovers collapsed on the lounger. They were sweating profusely, their breathing labored.

"That was incredible, mom!"

"Incredibly risky," June whispered as she tooted her butt up, pushing her son off her. "I'm an old woman! I can't take this excitement."

June searched the dimly lit patio and found her bikini bottom. She held in in her hand. She could feel the wetness from squirting running down her legs. Ruefully shaking her head, she stepped into the bottom and tied it up. She needed a shower in the worst possible way.

"Mom?"

"Yes Joel?"

"What just happened? I mean when you...uh...did you pee?"

June stood on her tiptoes and kissed her son on the lips. "Here's another lesson for you in pleasing a woman," June whispered, glancing up at the bedroom window, "when you do it really good and the moment and feeling is intense enough, a woman can squirt like a man cums! Now I need to get upstairs before your father gets suspicious."

Joel watched the large hips of his small mother as she made her way into the house.

Wow, he thought! I can't Wait until I try this on Aunt Helen!

Joel was experiencing a summer few 18 year olds could imagine. He was fucking two mature women and gaining unmatched proficiency in how to please a woman.

Both women were comfortable with teaching him what they liked in sex. Then he would try it on the other woman. Between their ministrations and the Internet, Joel became an excellent lover. He was sensitive to his two paramours needs.

***

"Excellent grilled chicken," Helen said as she tried struggled to her feet. It annoyed her that Claude ignored her struggle.

The July night was warm with a large full moon hanging high in the sky. Helen felt a pleasant tingle in her pussy from she and Joel fucking in her bed earlier. Her milk filled breasts ached. She wished he could suck them now as he did earlier in the day.

"Here Aunt Helen. Let me help you."

Joel rushed over to Helen. He grasped her arm and slipped his other arm around her waist, helping her to stand. Only Helen and he knew that he squeezed her tit as he helped her to her feet. Like thieves who had never been caught they felt a sense of entitlement.

June noticed her son's solicitous behavior. A crazy thought entered her mind. He treats me the same way. She dismissed the remainder of the thought as ridiculous. Joel could not being fucking Helen.

Helen nervously began to gather the plates and forks to take them to the kitchen. She had a plan to get her and June a few moments alone to talk.

"Aunt Helen, don't worry about cleaning up. I'll take care of it."

"You men treat us like we're handicapped. We're pregnant for god's sake! Come on June. Let's show them."

June smiled as she struggled to her feet. Joel was there quickly, helping her to her feet. She felt his had slide familiarly across her behind as she moved to help Helen clean up.

Helen and June stood by the sink in the kitchen. Outside the men were arguing about sports. Helen decided this was as good a time as any.

"June, we need to talk."

"Sure, Helen! What's up?"

Both women had the decided midriff roundness of a 22 weeks pregnant woman. As they stood facing the kitchen counter, their hips touched and their bellies pressed against the sink. Always close, their pregnancies made them even closer.

"I...uh...had some testing done."

June noticed the quaver in June's voice. Fear welled in her. She grasped her friend's shoulder. "Everything is okay with the baby?"

"Yes! Yes!" Smiled at her friend's concern. "My doctor just wanted to do some additional testing because of my age."

Helen glanced quickly onto the patio. The men were still talking but that might stop at any moment. She turned to face June.

"June wait! We don't have much time. The test showed that Claude is not my son Johnny's father."

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"Uh...who...who else...?" June's hand came to her mouth. Her eyes widened.

Helen spoke quickly, urgently with an eye toward the three men talking on the patio. "Wait! Let me finish. Lately I began to suspect Claude was not Johnny's father. As he grew older, he looked more and more like your Tom."

June's knees grew weak. She gripped the counter to support herself. When she tried to speak, Helen held up her hand.

"I had the Infirmary at State draw a blood sample. I did not tell Claude about Johnny's test when I convinced him we both needed to be tested because of our age and potential for birth defects."

June interrupted her friend's urgent whisper. "But if Claude is not Johnny's father, who...?" June stopped. She looked out on the patio where her sandy haired son sat across from the dark haired Tom and sandy haired Claude. She recalled her surprise...and pleasure...when Joel's cock turned out to be long and thick not long and slim like Tom's.

June's hands shot to her mouth covering it as the shock washed over her.

"Who else knows?

"Just my doctor and HIPA laws prevent him from releasing any medical information without my approval."

Helen grabbed June's elbow as the smaller woman swayed. As she helped her to the chair at the kitchen table she saw the men rise and move toward the kitchen.

"We'll talk more later," Helen hissed to the bewildered June.

***

Several weeks later, Helen sat in a lawn chair as she watched a shirtless Joel mow her lawn. After much discussion, she and June decided not to tell their spouses about the parentage of their sons. They reasoned that unless their husbands brought it up, sharing the damning medical tests would only complicate their lives.

Privately, they realized it complicated the lineage of the babies they were carrying. Helen knew that the baby she was carrying was almost certainly Joel's baby. That meant that his biological father Claude was a grandfather. Her head hurt as she tried to untangle the biological relationships. So much so she was startled to see Joel standing over her with a concerned look on his face.

"Is everything okay Hel...Aunt Helen? You seemed to be deep in thought."

Helen shaded her eyes with one hand as she looked up at the taut sweating body of her youthful lover. Back lit by the sun he seemed to glow with vitality. His cut off jeans barely contained his almost permanent hard on.

"Yes...yes, I'm fine. Just woolgathering. Help me up!"

Joel reached out with both hands, grasped Helen's hands and pulled her to her feet. Helen felt like a beached whale. Her belly was so large that sometimes she could see the baby move under her clothes. Her ankles hurt, she perspired like a marathon runner and peed with a life altering frequency.

Joel made her second trimester bearable. He reveled in the miracle of life he created. He was solicitous of Helen's, and without either's knowledge, his mother's health. He read online that walking was good for pregnant women. Each day he escorted either his mother or Helen on a short walk around the tree shaded central esplanade of the complex.

Their homes set at the far end of the oval shaped the mile long, quarter mile wide walkway. Midway a gazebo sat in a large grassy area where the homeowners association sponsored picnics and band concerts.

"Come on! Let's go for a short walk."

"Oh Joel! I don't feel like it!"

"Come on, Helen! You know you sleep better when you exercise."

"Besides, I look like hell in Claude's old t-shirt and these ratty thigh length jersey shorts."

"Come on! What did that old comedian use to say: you look MARVELOUS!"

"OK silly," Helen laughed, "But just to the gazebo and back."

From her kitchen window, June saw Helen and Joel disappear into the manicured park. She felt a twinge of jealousy. She thought of those walks as something special for her and Joel. Ruefully, she shook her head. It was a good thing he took such an active interest in both of their pregnancies. Their husbands did not.

Over coffee a week or so back, she and Helen commiserated with each other over the lack of attention they got from their husbands.

"Honestly Helen, he treats me like I was made of glass. He tiptoes around me and insists I take it easy."

She did not add Joel was filling the physical and emotional void. He gave her foot rubs for her swollen ankles. He even researched the best positions for them to have sex.

"Girl, I wasn't getting any attention from Claude anyway."

She too relied on Joel. Through all of the physical and hormonal changes, he was there. She particularly loved the foot rubs. And while sex spoon fashion was intimate and satisfying, she missed the vigor of fucking Joel before she was pregnant.

"Joel baby, I'm tired. Let's rest in the gazebo and then start back."

Joel draped his arm around Helen's waist, his hand resting familiarly on her hip. He helped her up the three steps and into the cool interior of the gazebo. The soft breeze blew through gazebo, cooling the two walkers as they sat down.

Helen lay back against the wooden backrest her legs akimbo in a classic pregnant sitting position. The material of her shorts clung wetly to her thighs and crotch. The late summer sun shone through the trees creating a dappled effect on the grass and the white paint of the gazebo.

She dozed. She was a wakened by Joel's feather like kiss on her inner thigh. Through sleepy eyes, she smiled down at Joel kneeling between her legs. She knew what he was going to do. He did it every time they went for their walk.

"Joel, you mustn't! Someone might see us." She hissed as he pushed her shorts to the side and gently kissed her pussy. She continued to lay back against the gazebo, her legs spread as Joel lavished French kisses on her pussy. Her hips pumped lazily against his head as his finger slid into her hole and he took her clit in his mouth.

He is so sensitive to my needs. He knows sometimes I need the intimacy of sex but I am just too tired to perform.

Joel felt the hot sun beating on his back as he tongue fucked Helen's pussy. He learned from talking to his mother and Aunt Helen that deep into a pregnancy a woman craved intimacy. She might be too tired for the act of sex but she wanted to feel wanted.

He routinely lavished affectionate praise on his mother and Helen, telling them how sexy they looked. He also performed oral sex on them. He knew it made them feel good when they were too tired for sex. Also, he loved the taste of pregnant pussy.

Helen felt the baby move. It always seemed to be more active when Joel was around. It was as if it knew he was its father. She felt waves of pleasure wash across her body as the Joel licked her to orgasm while their baby moved in her womb. It was an incredible sensation.

***

It was Labor Day. Joel would leave for school the next day. His parents threw a going away barbecue. It was a small affair. Just Helen and Claude, June and Tom and Joel.

Both women were well into their pregnancy.

Helen was 30 weeks pregnant and had the classic wide legged walk. Her husband, bursting with pride, helped her into a straight back chair. The previous day she and Joel had their last tryst in her marriage bed. She ached for him already. It would be difficult to get through these last weeks without him.

June watched as her son grilled the last meal he would fix for them for a long time. He seemed somehow more mature. She smiled and stroked her belly as the baby fretted. Are you going to miss him too, she thought.

"Okay! Mom, dad, Aunt Helen, Uncle Claude! What we have here is my world famous beer spuds with cheese filled brats."

"World famous?" Tom laughed.

Joel shared his father's laugh. "Well, at least in the world of this subdivision and in the mouths and bellies of the four most important people in my life! Bon Appetit!"

As Tom and Claude went to prepare their plates and their wives plate, Joel stood at the table. On one side sat his mother. On the other side, Aunt Helen. He glanced from one to the other. Then he blew them each a kiss.

Both women smiled. Then their smiles froze. In a moment of prescience, they realized they shared a secret and a lover. They stared at each other. Then they forced smiles as their husband's brought their plates. There would be time enough later for them to discuss their secret.