Jan didn't get home that evening until well after supper. While Mom and Dad may not have recognized it, I saw a well-fucked flush on her face and couldn't wait to hear the details. I had some details of my own to share and, if my details got Jan as hot as I suspected her details would get me, maybe there would be a replay of the other night between us.
We were already in the family room when Jan got home. She walked to the couch and said, "Scoot over, Chump," while she bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. I could smell pussy on her face, and my bulging eyes must have given it away. Instead of sitting right down after I had moved over to sit beside Mom, Jan went to Mom and Dad in turn and kissed each of them on the lips.
"Holy Jeebus," I thought to myself. "I wonder if Mom and Dad smelled the pussy on her?" I looked at Mom, and she had a shocked look on her face, so that answered that question.
"So," Dad said, "We're dying to hear. Who took a beating out there?"
Jan laughed. "I guess we both did. We were tied at the eighteenth, and decided to bag it and finish another day."
"You didn't finish?" Dad was incredulous. No one ever didn't finish, especially if they made it to the last hole. "You didn't make the last hole?"
Jan struggled to keep from laughing. "Oh, we made the last hole, Dad. We just didn't finish the last hole. We've got all summer to decide who's going to be on top."
I knew Jan was having a ball with her double entendres, but neither Mom nor Dad were in on the joke.
Jan sat down, and Mom covered our laps with the throw. I wasted no time in putting my hand on Mom's leg and she opened her legs invitingly. I slid my hand up and cupped her pussy, squeezing slightly, and was amazed at how wet she was. She glanced at me, smiled slightly, and put her hand on my hard dick. Yep, this afternoon had broken the ice between Mom and me. I couldn't wait to tell Jan about it.
Jan put her hand under the throw and I put my left hand on it to keep her from making a move on my dick. How would it have been if Jan moved her hand to my dick and found Mom's hand already there? Of all the problems a guy can have, that seemed a delicious one to me, but I wasn't ready for what might come of it - at least until I had prepped Mom for what I thought was to come between her and Jan.
The show we were watching was a British police procedural, one of Mom's favorites, but it was kind of dry. Jan stretched and yawned loudly. "I'm beat. I think I'll turn in early tonight." She stood up.
"Yeah, me too," I said. "Today was exhausting for me. The best day of my life, but exhausting." Mom squeezed my dick when I said that and laughed.
"Okay," she said. "Neither of you can hang with the old folks, so you go up. We'll probably call it a night after this, so we won't be far behind you." When she said that, Dad turned around and smiled at her. The look that passed between them left no doubt in my mind that Dad was in for a treat tonight. I had left Mom pretty hot and bothered, and Dad was sure to get the benefit of it.
Jan and I made no pretense of going to our separate rooms, but went right into Jan's and sat cross-legged on her bed.
"Who first?," Jan asked.
"You go first. I'm dying to hear about it. I almost got there. There's no doubt I will, in time, but I want to hear about Liz."
"Where do you want me to start? You want the down and dirty, or the teasing, too?"
"Oh, Baby," I moaned. "Give me all the teasing."
"Well, I drove to her house to pick her up. As soon as she got in the car she told me that both Carol and her Dad were away for the night. That might not have meant anything in normal circumstances, but I took it as Liz's way of telling me we had a free house for fun and games after golf. When she said that, my pussy started gushing."
"What was she wearing?"
"She had on a pair of loose tan shorts and a low-neck tee. She looked great, but not over the top. I think she wanted to look good, but not so good that it looked like she was trying. Remember, we were still in the early stages. Maybe nothing would come of it."
I nodded, breathless.
"So we got to the course and started playing. The first couple of holes were nothing special, and we were even going into three."
"Yeah, yeah."
"When we putted out, she bent over to get her ball at the same time I did, and my face was right at her tits. I couldn't help it. I stared. Then I said, 'Wow, you have beautiful breasts, Liz.'"
I could only imagine. Liz did have beautiful breasts.
"She stood up and looked at me, saying not a word. I figured that I was into it then, so I continued, and told her I wish my breasts were more like hers. She was breathing hard, and whispered, 'Oh, Jan, I think your breasts are lovely. Mine sag now. Nobody would want to see them anymore. But yours. Everyone wants to see them, I'll bet.' I told her I would love to see her breasts, if she'd let me. She just nodded, and we played on."
"Wow," I said. "You told Liz you wanted to see her breasts?"
"Uh, huh. The rest of the match was almost surreal. We didn't say anything else about it. When we got to the tee at the eighteenth, Liz said she was hungry and we could go to her house for a light lunch, so we bagged that hole and called it a day. When we got in the car I could smell her. I knew she was creaming her pants. We transferred my bag to my car and went in the garage door. Liz was trembling as she unlocked the door into the house, and I knew...I just knew. She walked in first and turned to me, and we fell into each other's arms and kissed. I slid her tee over her head and looked at those tits. I reached out to touch them, and then it was game on. We went right to her bedroom and she was trembling so much she could barely get me undressed. I don't know if it was her first time, but I'll find out. Carol and her dad will both be out of town on Thursday, and we're having lunch."
"Wow. Just wow," I said.
"It was so hot, Kev. She was, maybe, the hottest woman I've ever been with."
"Oh, God, Jan. You're killing me. How do you mean?"
"She was so hesitant, I guess. I went down on her first. She was shy, and kept trying to cover her pussy with her hands. Once I got into it, she got into it. Then, when it was my turn, she acted like she didn't know exactly what to do. I could see into her brain, almost. She was thinking, 'I like it this way. I'll try that.' By the end of the afternoon, she was a great pussy muncher. But that's not the best part."
"What? What could be better than that?"
"What she told me when we were snuggling afterward."
"Uh, huh. And what was that?"
"She said she had always thought you and I were the hottest brother and sister at the club. She didn't ask me outright, but she was trying to get me to tell her if you and I had ever been together. Kev, I don't want you to get your hopes up, but I see the possibility of a threesome in your future. Would you be up for that?"
"Shit. What do you think? Liz? Hell, yes."
Jan laughed and reached down to rub my dick. "I thought so. Let me see how it goes Thursday. Now tell me about Mom. Are you there yet?"
"Close, very close. It's just a matter of time now, for sure."
"Details? I need details."
"Mom and I were in the kitchen when you left. Mom was as nervous as a cat. She couldn't be still, flitting around the kitchen while I sat at the table. I finally asked her what was wrong. She came over to me and bent down to kiss the top of my head. She said, 'Nothing's wrong, Sweetie,' and just stood there by me, so I put my hand on her back and pulled her to me. She didn't say anything, so I kissed her belly and moved my hand down to her butt. She didn't have anything on under her robe, and I knew I was in."
At that moment the now familiar squeaking of Mom's bed started and Jan and I looked at each other and tried to stifle our laughter. Jan giggled, "Dad's getting the best part of this, isn't he?"
"Oh, I think I got the best part. So when I put my hand on her butt, she bent down and pulled my face into her breasts. I untied her robe, and there they were. Jan, I have to tell you, I love your tits, but Mom's are in a different league. They're not as big as yours, but her nipples are at least a half inch long. I didn't waste any time. I sucked those things like it was going out of style. I moved my chair back and she sat on my lap, straddling my legs and facing me, her tits right in my face."
Jan was breathing hard. Hell, she sounded like she had just run a marathon. I continued. "I told her how much I had always wanted her. She said, 'Oh, I've always known, Kev. I didn't think it was Jan digging my panties out of the clothes hamper every morning.' I told her that it could have been you. I lied a little bit. I told her you and I fought over her panties. Man, you should have seen the look on her face."
"Oh, yeah, Kev. You did me a solid there."
"Then she got all serious. She told me that we could never do what I wanted. She said she loves Dad and could never do that to him. But when she said that, she was rubbing her pussy against my dick, Jan. It was the hottest thing I've ever done. I pushed her up, took her hand, and led her right up here. She didn't say a word. Just followed me."
"Up to your room, or hers?"
I paused to let the drama build. "Nope, Jan. Right here. We came to your room."
"You're shitting me. You fucked her on my bed?"
"Not yet, but as soon as we came in here, she was so hot I couldn't believe it. We stood right there at the foot of your bed and kissed. Mom's a good kisser. She was hungry. I took her robe off and she got embarrassed. She apologized because her bush was so thick. I couldn't help but laugh. Jan, she has the most beautiful bush you've ever seen."
"I dunno. Liz has a pretty good one."
"Yeah, but this was Mom's. I told her how I had dreamed about her pussy. I pushed her back onto the bed and buried my face right into it. I don't know if Dad eats her pussy or not, but I'll tell you she likes it. She almost smothered me. I made her cum, eating her pussy. She was almost there, I could tell, and I rubbed my finger across her butthole. Man, she exploded. I was afraid I was going to give her a heart attack."
Jan laughed. "Yeah, explain that one to the EMT guys."
"She pulled me up to her and kissed me. I could tell that tasting her pussy on my lips turned her on. She looked in my eyes and told me, 'I can't give you what you want, but maybe there's something else?' I did the classic push-on-her-head move, and she went right down. Jan, she practically worshipped my dick. She was studying it like she'd never seen one before. Then she did it. She took me in her mouth."
"Oh, God. You got a blowjob from Mom. You are a man among men. How was it?"
"How do you think? I mean, even if she didn't give a good one, just to have your Mom take your dick in her mouth. What could be better? But Jan, I'm telling you, our Mom is a champion at blowjobs. She was sucking it with her mouth while she stroked me with her hand. She's a champion."
"She swallow?" Jan was breathless.
"Like she was dying of thirst. Even if it wasn't Mom, it may have been the best blowjob I've ever had. But it was her. I thought I was going to die."
"But you never fucked her?"
"Nope. But I'll get there. While you had your face buried in Liz's pussy, I had mine buried in Mom's. We spent all day at it. She couldn't get enough. Listen to how hot she still is." We could hear the bed, squeaking away.
I took Jan's hand in mine. "But the best part was when we were laying in bed, this bed, talking. I asked her why she had gotten so angry with me that day in the kitchen. What she said was beautiful, I thought. She kissed me, and said, 'I knew someday that day would come, Kevin, and I was afraid. I had wondered what I would do if, when you became a man, you asked me for it. All I could ever think was that I would give it to you if that's what you really wanted. I have never denied you kids anything you really wanted, have I? How could I deny you the one thing you wanted more than anything? But it scared me that the moment had come. That's all.'"
Jan looked at me. She knew what that meant for her. "See?" she said. "That's what I told you. More Mothers and Sons have fucked than you can imagine. It has to be the most pure love ever." Jan was trembling. "So you think I have a shot?"
"Based on what she said, you just might. I have to tell you, though. It can't be just sex because you want a notch on your bra strap, or wherever you girls put your notches. It has to be love, Jan. She's our Mom."
Jan leaned over and kissed me. "My little brother has grown up into a good man, I'd say."
"And Jan?"
"Yeah?"
"Mom loves ass play. I got my finger in it while I was eating her, and she was like a tiger."
Jan cradled my face in her hands. "Show me, Kev. Show me how Mom likes it."The rest of the week was an emotional blur. I hung around Mom like a puppy, with it getting to the point that she had to jerk my leash.
"Stop it, Kevin. You're acting like a lovesick fool, and if you think your father and sister aren't going to notice, you'd better think again. I've already seen Jan looking at me strangely. Act normal, Son. We'll have our time together."
Then there was Jan. She stayed turned on. I couldn't satisfy her. Every night she would sneak into my room. We'd whisper, listen to Mom and Dad, and then succumb to our own urges.
I don't remember ever hearing Mom and Dad go at it before, when Jan and I were teenagers, but they were sure going at it now. It seemed that almost every night the bedsprings would be squeaking.
I couldn't decide if Jan was going for Mom or Dad, or both. She had become very affectionate with both of them. One night instead of sitting on the couch with Mom and me, Jan playfully climbed into Dad's lap to watch our programs. I was watching, as was Mom, as we held hands under the throw. Jan leaned down and whispered something into Dad's ear, then they both laughed and she wriggled her butt on him. To me, it spoke volumes, but until the next day I didn't know if Mom noticed.
As we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee, Mom asked, "Have you noticed Jan acting a little strangely lately?"
I almost choked on my coffee, because only a couple of hours before I had my dick buried to the hilt in Jan's pussy. "She's always strange, isn't she?"
"You know what I mean. Did you see her last night on your Dad's lap? If I didn't know better, I'd think she was trying to get him interested. You don't think so, do you?"
I stood up and walked behind her, bending down to kiss her neck while I cupped her breast. "Would it be so bad? I mean, look at us."
Mom gave a throaty laugh. "I guess not. They're both adults. I've just always wondered about Jan. Sometimes she sends off sexual vibes that she doesn't seem to care in which direction they go. You know what I mean?"
I cleared my throat. This was an opening I had hoped for, but I had to tread carefully. I didn't want to get Jan in trouble or compromise her with Mom. How do you tell your Mom that her daughter wants to jump her bones? "Jan is a very sexual woman, Mom. Surely you must know that. She's your daughter, and you're the most sexual person I know."
"I guess so," Mom laughed. "I remember when I was her age."
I spoke a little hesitantly. "I hope I'm not compromising a confidence, so don't let her know I told you this."
"What?"
"Jan told me once that she loved beautiful men and she loved beautiful women. She said we shouldn't be so quick to label people."
I expected Mom to gasp or cry or something, but she didn't. She mused, "I thought so. I don't care, you know. I just want you kids to be happy. My thinking has always been that love is such a precious thing, that we should celebrate it wherever we find it. Who cares if it's a man or woman, as long as there's love?"
Wow. Mom was much more open than I expected, so I thought I'd ramp it up a notch. "She's always thought you were beautiful, Mom. Who knows? Maybe she's going after you and Dad, both." I laughed when I said that, to take the edge off a little. I feared I might be walking too close to the edge, but Mom and I had had some pretty deep discussions lately.
She laughed and pushed me away. "Oh, get on, you. God, now you're telling me I have both my children after me?"
"I'm just saying."
I sat back down and Mom continued. "I don't think so. Maybe your Dad, but I don't know. It's different between daughters and fathers, and mothers and sons, you know. It's the power differential. Society frowns on daughter-father sex and, when the children are young, well it should. That's just wrong. But consenting adults? That's an issue to be debated for centuries, I guess."
I nodded. I knew exactly what she was saying. I couldn't imagine any man feeling victimized if he made love to his Mother, but we were always reading about women who felt victimized by their Dads. Kind of like the female teachers in the news for sleeping with young men in their class. As long as they're over 18, who cares? Plus, every man who read such an article thought, "I wish we had teachers like that when I was younger." But reverse the scenario and make it a male teacher with a female student and, even if she was over 18, the response was, "Yuck."
"Besides," Mom said. "I can't see your father doing that. He's pretty strait-laced, you know."
I laughed at that. "It doesn't sound like it at night."
That made Mom laugh. "I guess we have gotten pretty hot lately. It's just that you have me so worked up I can't stand it. Your Dad seems the same way at night."
We looked at each other, smiling. "Jan," we said together.
Then Jan walked in, rubbing her eyes. "I don't know what got into me last night. I slept like the dead."
I looked at her and smiled. I knew very well what had gotten into her last night. Me.
Jan got her coffee and the three of us sat chatting. Mom seemed particularly animated and after her initial jolt of caffeine, so did Jan. Sitting there with my Mother and Sister, both of whom had sucked my dick, was one of the most exciting experiences I could have imagined. Several times Mom or Jan had to jolt me out of my revery. I did notice, though, that the conversation flow seemed to be concentrated between Jan and Mom. They made a lot of eye contact. "Hmmm," I wondered. "What is this?"
After breakfast the sun was beaming down, so we agreed to adjourn to the pool. Jan and I went to our rooms to change into our suits, and I gave her a quick synopsis of the conversation Mom and I had. Jan's face beamed. At the pool, we all three got in and horsed around a lot. I managed to get surreptitious feels of both of them, and both of their hands found their way to my hard dick. The real fun, for me at least, was watching the horseplay between Jan and Mom. Once I was looking away and when my focus returned to them, both hanging from the diving board at the deep end, I was almost certain I had seen Jan's hand on Mom's ass. Mom gave no sign of it, but when Jan's eyes met mine, there was a hungry smirk on her face.
When we had our fill of swimming, we moved to the lounge chairs. For the past few days at the pool I had been responsible for putting sunscreen on Mom, but I was supplanted by Jan. I was laying on my stomach with sunglasses on, and I took advantage of the lesson Jan was giving on sensuously applying sunscreen. Her movements were gentle and smooth, where mine had been more aggressive. I squirted the sunscreen on Mom's back and then rubbed it in, while Jan squirted it in her hands first. After finishing Mom's back, Jan didn't hesitate. She put some lotion in her hands and started on the backs of Mom's legs. Maybe I was wrong, but I thought Mom was making slight little hunching motions against the lounger. There was no doubt that Mom spread her legs for Jan, who took advantage of it and rubbed the sunscreen right up to the edge of Mom's pussy.
That night, after dinner, I got a real dose of reality. Mom and I sat in our usual positions but when Jan came in, she pushed between us. "You always get Mom, Kev, and besides, the view of the screen is better here. How about a little sharing?"
What could I do? Jan and I did have a pact. How much farther I got with Mom depended on her now, and copping a feel of her pussy under the throw would not get me any closer. Jan, on the other hand...
I slid my hand on Jan's leg and started a move upwards. She grabbed my hand and positioned it on her left leg, closest to me. I could not tell you what program was on that night, for my focus was on the connection between Jan and Mom. It's a wonder I didn't go cross-eyed, for I had my face forward but my eyes to the right for hours. I thought I saw a little movement in Mom's lap. Could that be Jan's hand on Mom's leg? Did Mom have her hand on Jan's thigh, like she did mine when we sat together? I have to say, jealousy started to rear its ugly head, but I stifled it. After all, other than seeing Mom's face on my dick, I couldn't imagine anything hotter at the moment than the thought of Jan feeling Mom up.
When the program ended and Dad stood up with his customary, "Time for bed, kiddos," I jumped up and took the throw with me. Ah, ha! Jan and Mom couldn't react fast enough, and I saw their hands on each other's legs. I didn't say a word. I went to Mom and leaned down for a good night kiss, and got a little tongue action from her. My guess was that she could not have been hotter. Old Dad was in for a treat tonight, I was sure.
After everyone had settled, Jan came into my room and took her normal position, cross-legged on my bed.
I looked at her and smirked. "Well, little girl. Are you proud of yourself, sitting there feeling up your own Mom?"
"Oh, God, Kev! I've never been so hot in my life. Jesus, I could smell her. She was getting into it."
"Hell, you practically had your hands on her pussy at the pool. What do you think? You've done this before. Are you going to...?"
"Don't count chickens, Kev. You remember how she reacted the next morning after you rubbed her leg at the movie? Slow and easy. That's how you do it. Whatever happens will be her decision."
At that moment we heard the familiar squeak of their bed again. Jan looked at me with an impish grin. "Let's see if we can catch them at it"
As quietly as we could, we tip-toed out of my room to kneel at Mom's door. Jan slowly, ever so slowly, turned the knob and eased the door open enough that we could see in. Dad was on top and was humping away. I had to give it to the old boy, he was doing a good job. Mom's legs were wrapped around his, and she was meeting his every movement. We heard Mom say, "Roll over," and Jan eased the door shut.
When Jan opened the door again, we were shocked to see Mom astride Dad in a reverse cowboy. Mom. Doing a reverse cowboy. My dick could not have been harder. She had her eyes tightly closed and was rhythmically pumping on him, with him hunching up into her. We could hear the squishing of their fucking. Jan and I were on our knees, peering in, while holding hands. My mouth was hanging open, and when I looked over at Jan, so was hers.
Then Mom opened her eyes. Jan and I both started and were prepared for a quick getaway, when Mom took her right hand off Dad's knee and raised her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her eyes met mine. Her mouth opened slightly and she licked her lips, looking right at me. She then shifted her gaze to Jan and gave a slight smile. Keeping her eyes on Jan's, she again licked her lips and then quickly spun off Dad and turned around. Her magnificent butt was presented to us as she gave Dad what I knew was a champion blowjob.
She moved her leg across Dad's and shifted so that she was kneeling on his left side, purposely giving us a view of her sucking Dad's dick. His was bigger than mine, maybe not in length, but certainly fatter. Mom raised her mouth off him and looked at us. Then she took the head of his dick in her mouth, still keeping her eyes on ours, first looking at me, then at Jan. The message was, to me, unmistakeable. To me, it was, "This is how I look when I'm sucking you." To Jan, it was, "This is your Father's dick. Can you beat me at this?"
When Dad erupted in her mouth, she collapsed on him and moved up his body to kiss him. Jan and I took that as our clue, and quietly eased away from the door. One of us must have made a sound because we heard Dad say, "What was that?"
"It was probably mice," Mom said. "I've been telling you to put traps out."
When we got back to my bed, Jan was trembling. "That is the hottest thing I've ever seen," she said. "Oh, God, I've got to fuck both of them."
Jan and I made a world record, I'm sure, of stripping our clothes. She threw me on my back and took me in her mouth. Mimicking exactly what Mom had done, she shifted to my side and sucked the head of my dick while she stroked the shaft. She looked up into my eyes, and I exploded. We had had some pretty hot sex before, but this night topped them all. I wondered if Mom could hear the squeaking of my bed. I hoped so.
Jan stayed with me that night and we fell asleep spooning. The next morning I was up before her, of course, and slipped on a pair of gym pants and a tee shirt to go downstairs. Mom was sitting in her usual position at the kitchen table and, when she saw me, a smirk crossed her lips.
"Enjoy the show?"
"Oh, God, Mom. That was sooooo hot. Please. If I don't have you, I'm going to explode."
"All things come to him who waits, Honey," she said. "Be patient. I want it, too. I realize that. We will. Just be patient with me." As she said that she reached to my lap and squeezed my dick. "Did you like how I sucked your Father?"
I could only moan.
She smiled at me with her usual Mom smile. "We've come a long way this summer, haven't we?"
"Oh, yeah. I'd say so."
"And I think we're all going to go a lot farther." She nodded as she said it. "So, did Jan enjoy it, too?"
I laughed. "What do you think?"
"What did she say?"
There were no more secrets between Mom and me. We had taken oral to new heights, I had fingered the hell out of her ass, and I was now sure I would be fucking her sooner, rather than later. I told her exactly what Jan had said about wanting to fuck her and Dad, both.
"As I said, all things come to him, and her, who waits."
And then Jan walked in.
Jan was glowing. The usual "Grumpy Cat" Jan in the morning was not there, but a bubbly and excited Jan was in her place. She wasted no time.
"God, Mom. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You could be in porn, Mamacita!"
Mom blushed. "I didn't plan it, for sure, but it was so hot when I saw you two kneeling there at the door, I couldn't help myself. Am I a terrible Mom?"
I started, "Hell, No,..." and then Jan interrupted.
"Mom, you are the hottest woman I've ever known. You're also the best Mom in the world. So, there."
That pleased her, but then she got a serious look on her face. "I don't know any other way to ask this, but I did notice how hot you two were last night. Are you...?"
Jan and I looked at each other. I don't know what Jan's plan was, or if she had even thought about our being confronted directly like this, but I knew I didn't want any secrets from Mom. "It just happened, Mom. I was so hot because of you, and Jan and I started talking, and the next thing we knew..."
Mom held up her hand. "I don't need details," and she smirked a little, "Maybe later, but not now. But you didn't start as children, please tell me that."
Jan jumped in. "Oh, hell no, Mom. It's just been this summer. I will tell you, though, that my little brother is a stud."
Mom sighed. "And you talked about me?"
This time it was Jan's turn to blush. "Yeah," she said softly. "Turns out we both wanted the same thing."
Mom hesitated. "So, how much do you know?"
Jan didn't answer, but looked at me.
Mom laughed a little. "I guess that tells me the answer, doesn't it? Well, what do you think about that, Jan? Does that make us a perverted family?"
"Mom, you would not believe the number of guys I date who I am convinced have slept with their Moms. And those who have not, want to. Based on my experience, I'd say it makes us pretty normal."
That got everyone laughing. "Well, what are we going to do about Dad? I'm afraid he's sure to find out, or at least, to suspect."
"You leave Dad to me," Jan replied. "I've got plans for him. He just doesn't know it yet."
"Are you so sure about that? What about your squirming your butt on him the other night? You think he's made of stone?"
Jan guffawed. "It felt like part of him was!"
Mom laughed, too. "Yeah, he gave it to me pretty good after that. I knew what he was thinking. It was hot!"
Then we told Mom what Jan had said the night we heard the bed squeaking, about Mom fucking me in her mind, Dad fucking Jan in his mind, and us fucking each other. Mom laughed at it. "You might not be far wrong there, you know. But really, what are we going to do about it?"
"Like I said," Jan replied. "You just leave Dad to me. As long as you're okay with it, I know what's going to happen. Are you okay with it?"
Mom giggled. "I'd be pretty hypocritical if I said I wasn't, wouldn't I? But you have to be careful, Jan. That's a big step. I know it has been for me. Parents are supposed to protect their children. There's a pretty big stigma about fathers who sleep with their daughters, you know. Kind of backwoods. He may not go for it, even if he wants to."
"But I'm not a little girl, Mom. I'm a woman who wants to sleep with a man she has loved all her life. That's not wrong."
"You can say that, Jan, but you two will always be our babies."
I jumped in. I have to admit, the thought of Jan fucking Dad was pretty hot. I knew what a tigress she was in bed. I just hoped she didn't give Dad a heart attack. Besides, there was still more I wanted from Mom. "Isn't it just a blooming of a love that has grown for years, Mom? When someone loves another person, regardless of gender," I paused and looked at Jan, knowing I was doing her a solid by saying that, "sex is a natural progression. Between parents and offspring, or between siblings, that love gets kind of stunted. It hits a roadblock. We want it, but aren't supposed to go there. But what if we do go there? Isn't it what love is supposed to be? I know I love you more now than ever. I even love Jan more than ever."
Jan reached over and punched my arm. "Jerk."
Mom paused. "I guess it can be. I know I feel closer to you than I ever thought I could, Kevin." She looked at Jan. "If that's what you want with your Father, then go for it."
Jan looked in her eyes. "That may not be all I want, Mom."
Mom blushed and looked down at her hands on the table. "One step at a time, okay?"
would think, given the fat was in the veritable fire and we were openly talking about it, that I would have made great progress with Mom in the next few days. I didn't. We were very loving, very touchy-feely in private, but I couldn't get her to agree to go the final distance. She seemed distracted. Damned Jan.
On Wednesday, Jan went out to lunch with some friends, leaving Mom and I in the house alone. As she was leaving, Jan winked at us and said, "You two kids don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Mom and I both laughed and Mom replied, "That leaves a lot of room, doesn't it?"
Jan looked right in Mom's eyes and said to me, "Don't teach her anything I can't do, Junior."
Mom blushed furiously, and swatted her on the butt. "Remember that I'm your Mother, young lady." Jan laughed and went bouncing out to her car.
Mom and I were standing at the kitchen door and I put my arm around her, hugging her to my side. "Is there anything you would like to teach me, Mom?," I asked, and slid my hand down to cup her ass cheek. She swayed against me, then turned into my arms and we kissed deeply.
She was wearing a pair of loose-fitting khaki shorts and a tank top. As we kissed I slid my hand under the leg of her shorts and then into her panties. Her pussy was dripping wet, so I slid a finger into her, prompting her to begin small hunching movements against me. "Now is the time," I figured, so I took her by the hand and led her upstairs.
"Which room?," I asked when we got to the top landing.
"Jan's," she whispered. "Do you mind?"
"I wouldn't mind the kitchen floor, if that's what you wanted," I said, prompting a giggle from her.
We went into Jan's room and, believe it or not, Jan's bed was nicely made. That told me Jan expected us to go in there because Jan was not the neatest of people and her bed could go days without being made. Mom and I were in the heat of the moment and, without any prompting on my part, she hurriedly started undressing. She shucked her tank top over her head, reached behind her to release her bra, and stood before me, naked from the waist up. I had seen her tits before, of course, but I don't think I'll ever get enough of it. They were beautiful. About the size of grapefruit, the nipples were long and stiff and poking right at me. Inviting me. I did not hesitate. I was down to my boxers at this point and peeled them off, then took two steps to her and took her left breast in my mouth. Sucking furiously, I pushed her back and she fell onto Jan's bed.
"Oh, Honey," she moaned. "What are you doing to me?"
I laughed. Seemed to me like the answer was obvious, but clearly she meant the question more in a general way. "I'm loving you, Mom, just the way I've always wanted."
After sucking both breasts, reveling in the feel of her nipples as I teased them with my tongue, I slid down her body and undid the button and zipper of her shorts. I slid the shorts and panties down her legs and there she was, naked before me. She had some gray in her auburn hair, but there was no hint of it in her magnificent pubic hair. I've always loved a full bush, and she had one, in spades. It was so full that I had to part the hair with my fingers to reveal her labia.
I sniffed deeply, rejoicing in her musky smell, and tentatively licked up her labia to the clitoris. Using the tip of my tongue while spreading her lips with my fingers, I teased it and she moaned deeply. I inserted my index finger in her with the palm up, so I could caress her G-spot and she hunched involuntarily against my face. Taking that as a cue, I massaged her with my tongue while rubbing the G-spot, and then went to work on her clitoris. Starting gradually, I increased my sucking of it while rubbing with my index finger and she hunched up against me.
I paused and then raised up to reach over to Jan's nightstand drawer, pulling out her bottle of lubricant.
"Now how did you know where to find that?," Mom whispered.
"Lucky guess," I said, and squeezed a healthy dollop into my right hand. Returning to my previous disposition, this time I gently eased my middle finger into her ass. It was awkward for my hand, but I managed to fuck her ass with my finger while rubbing her G-spot with the other finger, and then returned my mouth to her clitoris. It didn't take long after that. She bucked up against me, moaned deeply, and then collapsed back onto the bed.
"Wow," she said. "Did Jan teach you that?"
"You don't want to know who taught me that," I answered. In truth, the Mother of my best friend in high school, Marie, had taught me that. I didn't think Mom was ready to hear about it, since she and Marie were very tight.
"You're going to tell me, you know," she giggled.
"Maybe sometime, but not now. Now it's my turn," I said, and flopped over on my back.
She raised up and straddled my legs. Looking in my eyes the whole time, she slowly lowered herself toward my dick. She took it in her left hand, and gave an exaggerated lick across the head.
"Look what you've turned me into," she said. "I can't get enough of this."
"If you think you can't get enough, imagine how I feel."
Still keeping eye contact with me, she held her hair back with her right hand and slowly took me into her mouth. Mom was a damned artist at blowjobs. She took practically the whole length of it, then raised her head and concentrated on sucking. While sucking, she beat me off with her left hand. In no time, I felt myself ready to cum, so I pushed against her shoulders.
"Mom, I want to cum in you this time. I really need that."
"Baby," she said after she released me from her mouth, "I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."
"Well, I'm ready," I said immediately.
"Oh, I can tell. You've got to be patient with me, Kev. I know you think that after everything we've done, that you in my pussy is no big deal. It is to me, though. I can't explain it, but just be patient with me. You'll get there. It has to be right. I don't want to have any regrets when we do it, and I'm afraid right now I would."
I sighed. I knew I could whine and wheedle and get it now if I pushed it, but I wanted her to be fully in, if I was going to be fully in. As I thought that, I chuckled at my clever turn of phrase. She took that as agreement, and lowered her mouth back to my dick. Repeating her earlier technique, in no time flat I exploded in her mouth. She swallowed it hungrily, and then slid up my body to kiss me.
I could smell my cum on her lips, and kissed her deeply. "When you're ready, I'll be ready," I told her. "But why the hesitation? It's not like we're not doing anything already."
"Oh, I know," she said. "It's complicated. When I was your age, if a girl gave a guy a blowjob, it was after they had already had intercourse. Isn't that funny? But a blowjob in those days was beyond intercourse, in the scheme of things. I like how kids are today. You've gotten a lot of blowjobs from girls you've dated, and never got into their pussies, right?"
I laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Lots of times you'll get a blowjob as a consolation prize, kind of." Then I turned serious. "Is that what this is? A consolation prize?"
"Oh, no, don't look at it that way. It's a step toward making me comfortable." She paused and shifted her eyes away from mine. "I've never really been unfaithful to your Father, you know. So, even if it's with you, that's a big step for me."
I pondered that, while stroking my fingers through her hair. "I get it," I said. But then I thought about exactly what she just said. "...never really been unfaithful..." What did that mean? Had Mom given blowjobs to other guys? I had to know.
"What do you mean, 'never really been unfaithful?'"
She blushed. "Oh, I don't know. There have been a lot of guys over the years who wanted in my pants. Sometimes I was tempted. But I never yet have gone all the way with anyone."
I laughed. "But some consolation prizes?"
She raised up slightly and punched me lightly on my chest. "Some things have to remain secret, young man, even from you. Don't ask. Don't tell."
We both laughed at that, while visions of Mom giving blowjobs danced through my head. Bob, my friend Bobby's Dad and Marie's husband, clearly had lusted for Mom for years. I wondered. Had Mom given him a blowjob? There was the time when they were all over for a pool party, after my college freshman year, and I caught Bob and Mom in the kitchen, hugging. I suspected something then, but since I ended up getting in Marie's pants at the time, thought I shouldn't make an issue of it.
I couldn't help it. "Bob?"
"You just won't give up, will you?"
"Well. No. I always thought there was a spark between you two." If she told me her secret, I was prepared to tell her mine.
"I don't want you to think badly of me."
"How could I? I love you, unconditionally. You're a sexy woman. I can't blame Bob for wanting you." As I said that, I cupped her breast in my hand and twiddled her erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Did Bob ever get to see these beauties?"
"OK, but it has to be our secret. I mean it. You can never tell anyone, not even Jan. But yes, Bob and I got pretty hot for a time. We realized the risk we were taking, though, and cooled it."
"So Bob got a consolation prize?"
She laughed. "I'd say he was not disappointed."
I laughed out loud. Mom looked at me, her eyebrows raised. "And that's funny?"
"What's funny is what I'm going to tell you, but with the same caveat. Absolutely secret, between us."
"Tell, tell," she said, emphatically.
"Well. Probably at about the same period Bob was getting his consolation prize, I was getting mine from Marie."
She raised up, her eyes wide. "You are absolutely shitting me. You and Marie? Why, that bitch!"
"No, no. It wasn't like that. I was 19 or 20 already. But we had the same conversation you and Bob had, I guess, and stopped."
"Tell me all about it. I want to know everything."
"It was at the pool party when I walked in and saw you and Bob hugging. I always had a thing for Marie, and I guess that made me look at her in a different light. I remember distinctly. I went out to the pool and she was in the shallow end. I cannon-balled her, and she was mad because I got water in her eyes. I went up to her and put my arm around her to apologize. She was spluttering, she was so mad. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I slid my hand down to her butt. She looked at me and said, 'Kevin, what are you doing?'"
"Yes, yes. Then what?"
"I squeezed her butt and said, 'Do you have any idea how much I've always wanted you?' She looked around to see if anyone was watching us, which they weren't, and said the hottest words: 'Don't let anyone see you doing that.' She didn't say, 'Don't do that.' She said, "Don't let anyone see you doing that.' Even then, I knew what that meant, so I asked her if I could come see her. Just that. 'Can I come see you?' She said, 'You know you can come by anytime. The door's always open.' Then you and Bob came out on the deck and I moved away from her. You don't remember?"
"No. I don't remember that at all. I was a little flustered at your walking in on Bob and me, though. So what happened then?"
"I waited a couple of days until I knew Bobby and Diane were going to be out of the house, and went over. She was surprised when she answered the door and saw it was me. She acted like nothing had happened and invited me in, then walked to the kitchen with me trailing behind her. She asked if I wanted a soda and went to the fridge to get it. I walked right up behind her, hugged her, and pushed my dick against her butt. It didn't have a lot of finesse, I admit, but it was direct."
"You're lucky she didn't slap you."
"I know. But she turned around and hugged me. One thing led to another, and we ended up in her bedroom."
"No, you don't. I want more details."
"You gonna give me more details about Bob?"
"Deal. Now spill it, Buster."
"Well, when she hugged me I slid my hands down to her butt. I always had a thing for her butt."
"You are a butt man, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah. We kissed, and I knew at that moment I was in. She's a good kisser, Marie. She was hungry for it. We went into the family room and sat on the couch and kissed some more. When I got her breasts out, I was floored. They were the first woman's breasts I had ever seen. They weren't like the girls at school. They were big. I could hardly get it into my mouth."
Mom giggled. "Marie does have a rack, doesn't she?"
"You could say that, for sure. She took charge then and got me undressed. She knelt between my legs and, until you came along, gave me the best blowjob I ever had. We went to her bedroom then and got completely undressed. Mom, she fucked like it was going out of style. She made me promise to never say a word, of course."
"So you've never told anyone?"
"Ummm. Not really."
"What do you mean, 'Not really?'"
"I felt bad, but turned on at the same time. I couldn't stop thinking about her. Sometimes I'd feel guilty, and then I'd get all hot about it. So one day I told Bobby his Mom was a MILF."
"Wow. What did he say?"
"He said, 'I know, and so is yours.'"
"Oh, my God. You boys were talking about us?"
"Yeah. That kind of opened the door, so we talked about you two. Bobby told me how much he wanted you, and I told him the same thing about Marie. Then we admitted we each wanted you both."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"We admitted to each other we wanted to fuck our own Moms. That would be you."
Mom was dumbstruck. "You mean, you two talked about Marie and me like that?"
"Mom, we were teenagers. Of course we did."
"What did Bobby say about Marie?" She was kneeling on the bed, totally naked, as was I, and I could tell how hot she was.
"He said he thought he had a good shot at it. He said she let him play with her butt and kissed him sometimes. I mean, really kissed him. That made me start really wondering about you. If it weren't for Bobby, I wouldn't be here now, probably."
"Do you think they did? I mean, do you think they're, well, you know?"
"I don't know. I wouldn't be surprised. I've seen them a couple of times, and Bobby's hand is almost always on her butt. Now that I'm older, I look back at how they are together, and I think maybe so. If not, they're pretty darned close."
I continued. "One day I told Marie how much Bobby wanted her. She got pretty turned on by it. I don't know if that had anything to do with what might be going on between them, but I hope so."
"Wow. The things you can learn from your Son."
I reached up and put my hand on the back of her head. "Why don't you show me what you can teach your Son?"
If she had given me good blowjobs before, she gave me a five-star one then. After we were done, we lay there hugging and whispering.
"So are you going to tell me about Bob?"
"What do you want to know?"
I laughed. "Details, Mom, details. How did he do it? How did he get to have his hands on your beautiful breasts? How did he get the Consolation Prize?"
"Oh, it started innocently. I noticed him looking at me. A woman can always tell when a man is interested, you know, by how he watches her. That's all it was, for a long time. He would watch me, and it was flattering. I knew what he wanted. We flirted, but innocently. I mean, we're always together as families, aren't we? Hell, they're coming over this weekend for another pool party. How am I going to face Marie, knowing she's fucked my son?"
"Well, you'll have something in common to talk about, won't you?"
She laughed, and went on. "It was spontaneous, no plan at all. In fact, I had a plan to never go through with it. You know?"
I nodded. "Sometimes the best plan is no plan at all."
She laughed. "Yep. But one night when we were all together playing bridge, I was partnered with Bob. His looks were smoldering. Marie even chastised him about it, but she thought he was trying to send signals about his hand. 'No eye look messaging,' she told him. I knew what his messaging really was, though. So he and I ended up in the kitchen to get another bottle of wine and clean glasses, and that's when it happened."
"What? How?"
"I was reaching up to get the glasses from the cupboard and he came up behind me and hugged me. Sounds much like what you did to Marie. I could feel his dick against my butt. I turned around and kissed him, and that was that."
"No 'that was that.' I want details."
"The rest of the night was a blur. All I could think about was his dick, pushed against me. I felt so guilty, but as you said, it was a hot kind of guilt. I mean, look at Marie. She is stacked. A little heavy, maybe, but lush. And Bob wanted me. It was flattering. So the next day he called me and we talked. We agreed it was a spur of the moment thing, meant nothing, and we shouldn't go any farther. But we did. The next time we went to their house, it was like an instant replay. Bob and I found ourselves alone briefly, and instantly we were in each other's arms. A couple of weekends later, your Father took all you kids to a ballgame and, like a slut, I called Bob. Marie was visiting her Mother. Bob came over, and we ended up in bed."
"Details. Details."
"He's not very big, you know," she giggled, "But it's not the size of the sword. We felt right together. We agreed that intercourse might not be the best idea, so we concentrated on other ways. You know?"
"Kind of like us?"
"Yeah. I realized that if oral is all you're going to do, then you concentrate on it. It's not a precursor, but the main event. If you're happy now, a large part of it is because Bob taught me how to really please a man with it."
"Wow. And Dad and Marie never suspected?"
"I don't think so. One night your Father commented on how my blowjobs had improved. But he was pretty happy with it, so never asked more. I told him I'd been reading Cosmopolitan." She laughed.
"Oh, Cosmo," I said.
"Yeah. I'm going to have a lot to talk about with Marie this weekend, I'll assure you of that."
"Whoa, now. Secrets, remember?"
"I won't. But now that I know, maybe I can get her to confess, especially if she and Bobby are up to something."
"But you don't tell her a word about us, unless she tells you something about Bobby first, right?"
"What do you think, I'm an idiot?"
"Can I tell Jan?" I wanted to tell Jan because it was so hot, but I wouldn't if Mom said no.
"I guess we don't have many secrets from Jan anymore. Are you sure we can trust her with it?"
"I'm sure of that." I reached down and cupped her pussy. "You know Jan has a vested interest in keeping our secrets, don't you?"
Mom blushed. "Yeah, I guess so. What am I going to do about Jan, Kevin?"
I looked in her eyes. "You do whatever you want to do. It's as you said, 'Love is a precious thing.'"
That led to another bout of oral lovemaking. As hot as Mom was when I went down on her for the umpteenth time, I knew she was thinking about Jan. That made me wonder. Why had I not asked Jan for tips to make me a pussy-eating king? I mean, she knew what she liked, and she knew how to do it herself. Hmmmm.
We didn't hear Mom's bedsprings squeaking that night. I suspect her pussy might have been a little tender from the working over I gave it that day. That didn't stop Jan and me, though. In her room I recounted what Mom and I had talked about. I was totally taken aback when Jan said she had known about Bob and Mom.
"You knew?"
"Of course. Do you think women can't tell? I wouldn't be surprised if Marie knows. Women can just tell when two people are fucking."
I even told Jan about my suspicions about Bobby and Marie. She suspected the same thing. She floored me when she said she suspected Diane and Bob might be at it, too.
"Holy shit. You're kidding. Diane?"
"It's like I tell you, dumbass. A woman always knows when two people are fucking."
Wow. Okay. Who else?"
"In time, grasshopper. We've got all summer."
The week couldn't pass fast enough for me. Finally it was Saturday afternoon and Bobby, Diane, Bob, and Marie came for the pool party. When we all changed into our suits for the pool, I couldn't decide who was hotter, Mom, Jan, Marie, or Diane. I laughed to myself because I was pretty tight with three of the four. Bobby was standing beside me, equally goggling the girls, and elbowed me.
"What are you laughing at, Perv?"
"I'm laughing because we have a surplus of riches in front of us, Bobby my lad. The question is, what are we going to do about it?"
Normally that would have gotten a response from him, but Bobby clammed up. I upped the ante.
"You ever make any progress with your MILF Mom?"
He elbowed me again. "Maybe."
That's all it took. I grabbed his arm and we went into my bedroom after announcing we had a video game championship to decide.
"Spill it, Bob. Tell your Uncle Kevin everything."
"Man, I don't know where to start. Promise you won't say anything?"
"Of course. Now, give it."
He hesitated. I knew what he was going to tell me, and I knew the enormity of the secret. I also knew the burning need to tell someone about it, and Bobby and I had been best friends forever.
"Mom and I have gotten a lot closer the last couple of years."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Like, very close."
That opened the spillway. We each confessed. I learned that Bobby was fucking both Diane and Marie, and that it started the same summer Marie and I had fucked. I told him what I had said to Marie about him.
"That must have been it! Thanks, Kev. You did me a solid there."
"How so?"
"It was one day when she and I were home alone. As usual, I was chasing her around trying to grab her butt. She stopped me and said something like, 'Do you really know what you want, or are you just being a jerk?' I told her what I really wanted, and that was that. I got what I really wanted, and have been getting it since."
He paused. "Kev, you know how pillow talk is, don't you?"
"Yep. No secrets, right?"
"Yeah, no secrets. Mom told me about you and her."
My jaw dropped open. He had never said a word about it.
"She did? When?"
"Practically the first time. I asked her why she had decided to give me what I wanted, and she told me what you had said to her. I asked her how that came up in the conversation, and she told me all about it."
"You okay with that?"
He punched me lightly. "Hell, yes. Of course, I still have a plan for the delicious Carol. You did mine, so I think it's only fair."
I laughed. "Sometimes, you know, the best plan is no plan at all. Go for it. Just give me time to get there first."
When we went outside again, I noticed Mom and Marie huddled together, giggling like schoolgirls. After they left, somewhere around midnight, Mom and I stayed outside to pick up the mess.
"I noticed you and Marie talking."
"Oh, yeah. We were talking."
"And?"
"Oh, the plot thickens. We're a regular Peyton Place here. To start, Marie and Bobby are an item."
"I know."
"You know? How?"
"Bobby told me."
"Did you tell him about us?"
"Yeah, but not all the details."
She laughed. "I got the details. They've been going at it for years. Bobby convinced her to let you have it."
"What?" I told her about my conversation with Bobby, and how he said that what I had told Marie helped him in the door."
"No, Baby. He was already there."
So I told Mom what Bobby had said about having plans for her. I told her I thought he was playing us, but she demurred. "No, he doesn't want to take away any of your pride of conquest. That's how men are. It's all about conquest. I'd say it means he's a very good friend."
"So, are you going to let him?"
"Too soon for that," Mom said, "But who knows what the future will bring. Marie knows about Bob and me."
"She what?"
"Yeah. She didn't know, but she suspected."
"And she never said anything?"
"Well, how could she? She was fucking my Son and my Husband."
"Huh? Dad?"
"Yeah." She laughed. It was regular True Confession out there. But we're cool with it. We've been best friends for a lifetime. She and your Dad ended it for the same reason Bob and I did. Marie and I agreed that it probably made our marriages stronger. It made us realize what was important. But now? As I said, 'Who knows what the future might bring.'"
I said, "But no plans, right?"
She laughed. "Right. No plans. We'll just see."
next weekend was sweltering. The air conditioning in the house was struggling to keep up, and we all were suffering from the heat and humidity. Jan and Dad had gone to the club to play a round of golf, and I finally had Mom alone for the first time in a week. As soon as Dad and Jan pulled out of the driveway, I had Mom in my arms and was going to town on that sexy ass with my hands.
"God, Mom. I thought I'd explode this week I've wanted you so much." We kissed.
"You're going to have to control yourself, you know. It's been...well...hard on you, I know, but you have to be careful. We have to keep the cat in the bag for awhile longer until we're sure we have your Dad hooked."
I laughed at Mom's double entendre about the week having been "hard" on me.
"What do you mean, 'hooked?' What are you talking about?"
She softly laughed. "Oh, don't act like you don't know what's going on. Jan has her sights set on him and it won't be long, I can tell you that. He's as much a horny buck in heat around her as you are around me. Once he takes that step, you and I will be free to follow the same path."
I scoffed. "What the hell? You and I can't do it until Dad and Jan have? Where's the logic in that?"
She got serious and pushed me back so she could look in my eyes. "I can't explain it logically. I told you I had never really been unfaithful to your Father, and I'm not going to go first in this. Besides being unfaithful, it's doing it with you. But when, and it's not if, but when, he and Jan have done it, then I'll be free to do what I want with you. I know it may not make sense to you, but that's the way I feel and I can't change it."
There was nothing I could do. I sensed that immediately, and nodded. "I understand, I guess."
"Honey, you should be happy that your Mother and Dad are still so much in love after all these years. What you and I have will always be our special bond, and you have to understand that your Dad and I have a special bond, too. Celebrate it and, when the time comes for you and me, enjoy it. The one thing about love is that there's always enough to go around."
I laughed at that. "Jan sure has enough to go around, doesn't she? I don't know who she's hotter for, you or Dad."
This time it was Mom's turn to laugh. "Jan is a sensual young woman. Isn't it wonderful that our society has progressed enough that we are not bound by old mores? I'm glad Jan knows her true self."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"I didn't know you had asked a question," she said, with a half smile on her face.
"You and Jan?"
"Oh, it may come, I don't know. I've never been with another woman in that way. The idea does turn me on, I admit it, but I don't know if we'll ever act on it. Time will tell."
"Whew. The idea turns me on, too," and I took her hand to put it on my hard dick.
"Maybe if you're a good boy, we'll let you watch some day," Mom said, coquettishly. "Now get to work and help me clean up the house.
"That's not at all what I had in mind," I said, and pouted a bit.
"You know we've invited the Bensons over tonight for a pool party. I'm not having guests with the house looking like this, so just help me pick up a bit. And don't think I haven't noticed how you ogle Sally Benson. Consider that your reward."
Sally Benson was a year behind me at school and, yes, she was hot. Her mother, Polly, was even hotter in my estimation, and I said that.
"So you like the more mature ones, do you? As if I didn't know that already." She turned away from me and went to the hall closet to get the vacuum.
I groaned. Using the vacuum cleaner was my least favorite job, but I took it from her and without complaining, got to work. The relationship between Mom and me had changed me, and for the better, I had to admit. Before, I would have done anything to get out of this chore. Now, I went at it with enthusiasm.
Later that afternoon Jan and Dad returned from the golf club. Attuned to it, I noticed a tension between them and couldn't wait to get Jan alone so I could ask about it. Mom was putting together a summery dinner, and Jan went to her room to shower and change clothes. I was right behind her.
"What went on? You got the old boy wrapped around your finger yet?"
Jan snickered. She was wearing a short skirt and bent over in front of me. "What can you see when I do that?"
My dick sprang to life. "Jeez, Jan. How did you play golf with a thong? Doesn't it bother you?"
"Today was not about golf. Now tell me what you can see."
"I can see the outline of your pussy. What do you think I can see?"
"No. Describe it. Tell me what you can really see." She remained bent over, her fingers touching the floor and her legs slightly bent.
"I can see practically your whole ass. When you bend over, it puts tension on the fabric of your panties, and they stretch against your pussy. The lips are obvious. You have beautiful fat little pussy lips." I bent my face in and kissed it. "If I'm closer, I can see your butthole. You didn't shave, I can tell, and I can see some hair around your pussy. There, is that enough?"
She straightened up and turned to face me. "Every time I had to tend to my ball I made sure I was facing away from him and bent over just like that. He got to see what you are seeing. It was driving him crazy, I could tell. Golf was the last thing on his mind." She laughed. "You should have seen him, shanking some of his shots. A couple of times when I stood up I turned to look at him, and his face was priceless. He looked like he had been poleaxed. I wish the Bensons weren't coming tonight. I'd drive him crazy. I just know it."
Jan wouldn't play around with me. "No, no, big boy. I've got other things in mind and I want to be as hot as possible. I don't want that post-sex mood. I want the 'I want it and need it' mood. You'll just have to wait."
"You'll just have to wait." That seemed to be the theme around the house today. I sighed, but then turned and went down to the kitchen to see if I could help Mom. When I got there, she was on her cellular.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Does it hurt much? Are you going to be okay?" After talking a bit more, she terminated the call and put her cellphone down.
"Polly sprained her ankle and had to go to the emergency room. She was calling from there. They're not going to be able to make it tonight. Maybe next weekend."
"So we cleaned up for nothing? That was a waste," I said.
"No," Mom replied. "It was not a waste. We have the house looking nice, we have a nice dinner, and we can have our own pool party."
Dad walked in and picked up on that. "What do you mean? Are the Bensons not coming?"
She explained the situation to him and then added, "So, we don't have to wait for them to get here, if you're hungry. Everyone go put your suits on and we'll eat by the pool."
Jan and Mom both looked good - so good that neither Dad nor I had much of an appetite for food. Mom had on her one-piece. The fabric was just thin enough that it outlined her pussy and emphasized her erect nipples. I was throbbing for her. Jan wore her bikini and, while it didn't show as much as her thong, there was little left to the imagination. She wore it proudly, with no reserve. Dad was mesmerized.
We sat for awhile, sipping wine, and then Mom said, "OK. It's been long enough and the sun is hot. Let's have a dip."
We got in the pool and swam around a little, then Dad grabbed Mom and submerged to put his head between her legs, standing up with her on his shoulders. "Chicken fight!" he shouted, so I did the same with Jan. I could feel Jan's pussy on the back of my neck and, even over the chlorine in the water, could smell her pussy.
We horsed around, and then Mom said, "This is unfair. Kevin is taller. Let's switch." She hopped off Dad's shoulders, walked over to Jan and me, and unceremoniously dumped Jan into the water.
"Hey!," Jan shouted. "You're going to pay for that." She went to Dad and stood in front of him with her legs spread, invitingly. He didn't hesitate, but immediately dunked down and put his head between her legs, then stood up.
I did the same with Mom, and we started playing again. This time, though, there was much more hesitation in the game. It was clear that both Dad and I were enjoying having the pussy we wanted against our necks more than the game itself. Dad had a strange look on his face and I wondered if he could smell Jan's pussy. She was leaning back slightly, rubbing her pussy against his neck. What she was doing was obvious.
After a short while of it, Mom hopped off my shoulders and walked over to the corner of the shallow end. "I'm tired," she said, "and I have water up my nose. Let's rest a bit." I walked over to her, and noticed that Jan and Dad had gone to the other corner.
Jan pushed Dad to make him off-balance, and then started swimming to the deep end. "Race you," she shouted, and Dad took off after her. When they got there, they went to the diagonal corner of the deep end and held on to the edge, catching their breath.
I reached down to cup Mom's butt with my hand and she put her hand on my chest, leaning to me. "Turn slightly away so they don't think we're watching, but keep an eye on them. I think tonight's the night. I know your Father, and I know what he's thinking."
We did that, and it wasn't long before Dad's hand went into the water and I could tell he much have been holding Jan's ass, as I was holding Mom's. He slid around behind and put his arms around her. We couldn't see his hands, but my bet was that they were on her pussy. Jan slid her hand into the water. I knew Jan, and I knew she had her hand on his dick. Mom slid her hand down to squeeze mine.
We stayed like that for, I don't know, maybe five minutes or maybe five hours, but then Mom whispered to me, "Stay here," and went swimming toward them. She whispered something to Jan, who swam to me. I figured Mom had second thoughts and was reading Dad the Riot Act, because they were engaged in an animated and whispered conversation.
"What do you think she's saying to him? Is the game over? I knew it. This isn't going to work at all," I said to Jan.
"He's so hot for me he can't stand it," Jan replied. "Just be patient. If I'm right, she's going to come back to you in just a minute." Sure enough, Mom and Dad looked in each other's eyes, he nodded, and then she swam back to me.
"Go for it, Jan," she said when she got to us. "Just go with the flow and see what happens." Jan swam back to Dad, and they resumed their previous position. Mom turned away from them and I moved behind her, grinding my dick against her butt. She pushed back into me and leaned her head to rest it on my shoulder. "Tonight's your night, Stud. Don't disappoint me."
Mom turned back toward Jan and Dad. Dad was hunching his dick against Jan's ass, his eyes closed. "I feel like a skinny dip," Mom yelled to them. "Who's in it with me?" Jan and Dad raised their heads and looked at us. "Or are you afraid?," Mom added.
Jan's weakness was that she could never resist a dare. She reached her hands behind her and whipped off the top of her bikini, waving it in the air. The look on Dad's face was priceless, and I could see his hands moving up to cup her breasts. Mom shucked off her suit, standing naked in front of me, but pointedly looking at me and not them. "This is private time between us," she said. "Don't look at them. Give them their privacy, and they'll do the same for us."
I took my suit off, and Mom took my dick in her hand. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm ready. What did you tell Dad?"
"I told him I knew what was going on, and I was good with it if that's what he really wanted. I just told him he had to give us the same latitude and he had to be sure about it. He's so hot he would have agreed to buying the Taj Mahal. He said he knew something was going on between you and me, and he thought it was hot. He said every son should get to fuck his Mother, so I guess you're going to get to." She giggled. "But I am going to have to ask him about your grandmother."
"Whoa. Dad and Nana?"
"Seems like it to me. I always wondered. Now I'll get to find out." She squeezed my dick, and then we heard splashing at the deep end. We turned, to see Jan and Dad climbing up the ladder. Jan was in front of him as she climbed up it, and he kissed her ass, right in front of us. When he got out they walked toward the patio door, holding hands, without looking at us.
"That's our cue," Mom said, and climbed out of the pool in front of me. I kissed her naked ass as she did. It seemed the natural thing to do. When we got in the house there was no sign of them - just two sets of damp footprints leading up the stairs. Mom took my hand and led me to my room. When we got in, I noticed the door leading to our shared bathroom was closed and we could hear Jan giggling in her room.
Mom laid down on my bed and gave me the "come here" gesture with her finger. I got beside her and bent down to take her nipple into my mouth. I wanted to get my dick inside her, but I didn't want it to be a "Wham bam, thank you Ma'am" event. I wanted it to be perfect for her, so I slid my face down between her legs, again reveling in her hairy pussy. She had an almost immediate climax, moaning quietly as she held my head and pulled my face into her. She took a moment to recover, then sat up and pushed me onto my back. "My turn," she whispered, and took me into her mouth. She had given me blow jobs before, but not like this one. It took all I could do to keep from exploding in her mouth, so I pushed her mouth off and pulled her up to me. She looked in my eyes and reached down with her hand to hold her lips open as she eased down on my dick.
Every first time for any sexual act with your Mother, be it kissing or touching her butt or anything, is a magical moment. The first time my dick entered her pussy was beyond magical. It was what I had wanted for as long as I could remember, and it was better than anything I could have imagined. Her pussy was snug but not tight, but it was so smooth and warm that it felt like butter. She started gently hunching against me, and then picked up the tempo as she got into it. In no time we both climaxed, and she collapsed into my arms.
"Was it what you wanted? Not disappointed, are you?" She looked into my eyes.
"Mom, I love you. It is better than I could have dreamed. Just tell me there will be more, and forever."
She laughed. "Oh, I think it's certain there will be more. Forever depends on you. I want you to get married and give me grandchildren. But I'll always be here for you, as long as you want me."
I kissed her. "Then that will be forever."
At that moment, we heard a deep groan from Jan's room. I couldn't tell if it was Jan or Dad, but somebody was getting something good.
Mom laughed. "Yep. I think there will be more," she said, and rolled onto her back. "If you're up to it."
We spent the night in my room and Jan and Dad spent the night in hers. The next morning Mom and I woke, cuddled in each other's arms. We heard rustling in Jan's room. "They're at it early," she noted.
We made love, gently, and then after basking in the afterglow Mom got up. She went to her room to retrieve her robe and stuck her head in the door. "I'm making coffee," she said. "I think everyone is going to need it."
I put on my sleeping shorts and went downstairs to find Jan and Dad already there, sitting at the table. Jan had a triumphant look on her face. Dad seemed slightly chagrined. Mom gave me a cup and we both sat down. The silence at the table was powerful, and then Mom broke it.
Mom was always in charge, and this time was no different. "So," she said. "Our lives have changed somewhat. Whether we continue as a happy and loving family depends on this moment. I wanted what happened last night. I wanted it for all of us." She looked at Dad. "I love you, you know that. You also know I love Kevin. You love me, and I know you love Jan. There is no reason we can't continue our lives just like this, with even more love between all of us, if we want it. And I know I do."
There was a pregnant pause while she waited for Dad to respond. Finally he grinned. "The only reason would be that I can't keep up with Jan," he quipped, and then everyone laughed. That broke the tension, and we all started talking at once. Dad got up and went to Mom, kissing her deeply, then he did the same thing to Jan. I stood up, kissing Mom and then kissing Jan, equally fervently.
"Well, I guess that answers that question," Mom said, laughing. "I think I might need a nap," and she took Dad's hand to lead him to their room.
Jan and I went to my room and, again, could hear the bedsprings squeaking in Mom's room. We wasted no time in getting my bed squeaking. Jan had always been hot, but she seemed hotter than I'd ever seen her.
"Was it what you expected?," I asked.
"Even better, Bro. He doesn't have the stamina you have, but he knows what he's doing and, even better, it's him. What about you?"
"Oh, yeah. Same thing. It's Mom. Getting my dick in her was like a dream. It's beyond the physical part. It's special. I can't describe it."
"I know," Jan said, taking me in her mouth. She gave a suck and then pulled off. "I know. I'm going to drive her crazy when I get her mouth on my pussy." She then went to work on me.