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This is a complete fantasy. In my world there are no STD's nor unwanted pregnancies. All participants are over 18. This is my take on an old theme.

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The husbands had met at their new jobs shortly after graduating from college. As time passed, they had become quite close, and taken to socializing outside of the workplace. The four of them started meeting on Saturdays and Sundays for a round of golf.

Fridays were known for beer and pool after work. The guys became closer and closer.

When the company they worked for offered to sponsor a softball team to compete against other companies in town, they were the first four to sign up.

It became a regular Saturday event even surpassing the guys' interest in golf. Besides, they still had Sundays.

When the team began to win in their division, the company offered to sponsor Family Barbeques after every softball game. The company would make a payment each week to offset park rental, food, and non alcoholic drinks. The participants would need to provide the cooking.

So enter the wives and children of the players and even non playing employees. Every weekend, the wives, especially of the four, would prepare salads and pot luck menu items such as casseroles and pasta dishes. They would be served cold. The husbands would grill hamburgers and hot dogs.

Fortunately for the Four, the wives hit it off and their families would generally sit together at the barbeques. Even their kids, each of the Four had one son apiece all the same age, got along well together.

The closeness of the Four continued to grow. The next step in their group bromance was to take their vacations together. Since the plant closed down for two weeks every summer, they all had their vacations at the same time.

Camping it was! The families would each rent a cottage at a campground near Yellowstone each summer. The Four would spend most of their time off fishing. Fishing, morning and afternoon. I don't know if it was their skill or the abundance of fish in the area but we ate fish almost nightly for two weeks. Fortunately the moms were good cooks and the provided meals were typically good and included different taste profiles.

The moms were a pretty attractive group in their own right. They garnered a lot of attention from other men in the park and even their teenage sons.

There was Janet, five foot five, maybe 120 pounds, and supporting massive D cups on her average sized frame. She tended to wear baggy clothes most of the time so as to hide her physique. But, the boys, the sons and not the Four, would ogle her every time she appeared in her bathing suit.

Next was Indhira, of Indian heritage as evidenced by her name. We boys all thought she was a cute little thing. Standing just five foot nothing and weighing maybe 100 pounds, her petite figure made us guess at her bra size but her son, Ravi, gave us the answer as B cups after checking the dirty laundry one week.

Jimmy's mother was Gina. This woman could cook. And she was gorgeous in my eyes. About five foot two or three, of Italian heritage, she looked Italian. She was carrying about 140 pounds on her luscious frame, mostly in the boobs and the butt. Her ass was sublime. Every time she paraded about the campground in her short shorts or on the beach in a matronly bikini, if there is such a thing, my view would focus on that chubby butt of hers. But my view would be teased away by the sway and bounce of her incredible tits. In my opinion, Gina was the best of the four moms and that was saying a lot in this crowd with one D cup woman already.

Jimmy was my best friend and he knew about me ogling his mom and the crush I had for her. He was equally enthralled by my mother. A Nubian princess. Jimmy's infatuation with her was obvious. The other mothers would tease my mother, Diana, about her extra son. It was like they were attached at the hip. Anywhere Diana was found, Jimmy would be not very far away ogling her great body.

My mom was as attractive as any of the other mothers. The tallest of the group, she stood at five seven and weighed about 150 pounds. Good sized tits, solid C cups, information I shared with the boys, a bubble butt and long firm legs.

There were never any arguments about whose Mom was the best looking from us boys. We each had a favorite and openly discussed our choices. But, none of the boys would miss a chance to check out any of the four mothers.

Time passed and big changes, cracks in the foundation, became evident. Jimmy's father got a new job at a company across town. That ended the company sponsored events for him, of course. Ravi's father was sent to the Asian operations center meaning he would be away three months at a time. The weekend golfing foursome was ending as well.

Gina was the first of the group to have to deal with divorce. My mom was next. My father and Jimmy's father were pulled away from the Four by competing interests with new wives, and, yes, even children. The Four was doomed as an entity. And the final nail was driven into the Taksim Escort coffin of their extended youth by the final two divorces.

But the wives and sons hung on to each other for support. When family homes were being sold and new, smaller ones bought, the moms ended up living in the same neighborhood. It was a great neighborhood. Mid-size houses on larger lots, it was quiet and mature. There were trees everywhere giving it a forested look.

We were lucky in that Indhira had been given the largest divorce settlement which she invested in one of the larger houses in the neighborhood. The house was perfect for us boys. It had a great swimming pool, a hot tub and sauna, a basketball court, and even a huge patio area, virtually an outdoor kitchen. It was centrally located to all our homes so it was a natural meeting place for mothers and sons.

We spent a good deal of time together. One of the fathers was overheard to refer to them as the Danville Divorced Bitches Club. All of us sons retained our infatuations with our respective mom choices. We had girls at school, of course, and engaged in casual dating but none of us four had long term girlfriends. More often than not, dates were group affairs with us doing the traditional high school events.

This left the moms as our regular sources of discussions concerning sexual activities. All of us, yuck, were still virgins.

The summer of our eighteenth years, the moms decided to continue the tradition of the two week vacation at the same Yellowstone campground. Instead of four separate cottages though, the moms decided to opt for the largest cabin on the site with all of us staying together. The cabin was quite opulent, an imitation log cabin, ranch style, with five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and a huge livingroom. The livingroom TV was huge and had a satellite connection as well.

Clothing for all us became extremely casual. All of us boys wore board shorts as bathing suits. We stayed in them pretty much from breakfast to bedtime.

The moms were not much different. They started their days in bikinis and beach covers which would come off and on depending upon the moment's activities which included cooking, swimming at the beach, sun tanning sessions in the afternoon followed by more swimming and more cooking. At night, we all gathered together on the huge sectional couch able to seat all eight of us in order to watch movies, still in swim wear but usually with the sons wearing t-shirts and the moms in their beach covers or robes.

One day, it was pretty cold, damp, and windy. Just a storm passing through which didn't hinder us guys from swimming but meant that we were feeling cold much of the day. The Mom's passed on their tanning since there wasn't a lot of sun that day.

At dinner that night, we guys decided to forego the still wet bathing suits and came to dinner in boxers and T-shirts. The moms still wore their bikinis but they hadn't gotten wet even once that day. But, over them, they all wore robes with varying degrees of transparency.

I should point out that our moms were not blind, nor deaf or dumb. They knew of our fascinations with each of their bodies as they had caught us a few times exercising our enjoyment of watching their bodies. They must have known that they were some of our masturbatory material. Now in their late thirties or early forties, and after their divorces, the moms seemed to need some validations of themselves as sexy, beautiful women and we sons were happy to give that validation..

I don't know if the moms ever discussed it, but they wouldn't go to any extremes to hide their bodies from our gazes. They enjoyed what was going on.

The ladies would generally end their days with wine. On the night of the storm, we were watching movies earlier than usual which meant that more wine was being consumed and the moms were feeling pretty tipsy. We guys had snuck off to the forest after dinner and shared a joint so we had a small buzz going as well.

Partway through the evening, while Gina was opening a new bottle of wine, their third, Janet walked over to her son, Mark, and pulled him to his feet, telling him she wanted to dance. I grabbed the remote and activated the radio. I found a station playing R