9 comments/ 54159 views/ 19 favorites A Fool's Gambit By: SandraMustard This story is my entry in Literotica's April Fools 2015 contest. This is a fantasy tale, written from a man's point-of-view. All characters are over eighteen. Please rate the story at the end based on your judgment of its writing quality. Thank you. I always acknowledge proofreading help provided by volunteer editors who work without compensation. Improving the grammar and mechanics of this story was the efforts of 'sexnovella'. A Fool's Gambit - Screwing his mother became Brad's obsession. © SandraMustard 2015 * * * * * I met Lisa at Red Rocks Amphitheatre on June 26th, 2010, a date I will never forget. My two best friends and I were waiting for the Widespread Panic concert to begin. We had paid top dollar to score our tickets for the sold-out event. I was scanning the crowd around us, sensing the excitement and anticipation buzzing through the mass of humanity. I had looked to my left before, but this time a girl leaned forward five seats away to look in my general direction. Our eyes met, her face lit up with a smile, and she became my fixation. If the music had started right then, I would not have heard it. Although I tried, I could not stop myself from turning back for more glances. Seating lights illuminated her youthful beauty and danced on the strands of her blonde ponytail pulled through the back of a baseball cap. I had to meet this girl! She was watching something in the distance beyond me but her eyes darted back to me often. When she smiled again, my cheeks pulled my lips back involuntarily. Her head turned away as she spoke to the girl next to her. Suddenly, both girls leaned out to look at me, and then conferred with each other again. The far girl nodded an apparent acknowledgement ... or was it an encouragement? Her ponytail swished as her head turned to face me. Finding me already looking her way, she mouthed, 'Hi.' My lips mimed my response before my brain thought the words. 'You are beautiful.' She bowed her head, covering her nose and mouth with her folded hands to hide a coy smile. She seemed to be laughing lightly when she looked up. Her face reflected a pleased glow. Her head jerked a come-hither movement as she said, perhaps aloud this time because I heard, "Come on over." There were two couples between us. I turned to the thirtyish man sitting next to me. "Are you four together? Could I possibly get you all to move over one seat so I can sit next to that girl?" I think his companion had witnessed our interaction because she encouraged him and the other couple to agree. To my utter joy, the four people rose up and gathered their belongings. I turned to my buddy. "See ya, Steve, I'm gonna sit with a girl over there." He couldn't tell which girl I had targeted but played the ultimate wingman. "Go for it, dude." I pressed past the accommodating foursome to arrive at the throne of a goddess. Normally cool and self-assured with girls, my heart was pounding like a high school freshman. "Hello. My name's Brad. What's yours?" "Lisa." I started with casual remarks about concerts in general and the band in particular, trying to learn her habits and music interests. Slipping in some direct questions, I learned enough about her to know I was going to pursue her beyond our chance encounter. I worried about her youthful looks but never asked her age, trying to determine it by deduction. At twenty-four, I didn't want to date a teenager, even if she was the most beautiful creature on the planet. Yeah, right. Whom was I kidding? Standing and dancing in place to the intoxicating music, our bodies casually bumped together. When she leaned her shoulder back against my chest to say something, and her butt pressed against the front of my hip, I put my hand around her waist and held the contact; she didn't resist. My head feigned interest toward the stage but my mind focused on her position and plotted my moves. At the end of a song, my hand at her side gently pushed her into a turn toward me as I stepped back. Her body completed the rotation without further guidance until we faced each other. I could see her blue eyes were watching my approaching mouth. Tilting her head, her eyes closed slowly, and her lips parted to accept my kiss. Her lips had a soft sensuality that felt simple and fresh. When our mouths broke contact, my tongue tasted her fruity lip-gloss adhering to my lips. A demure smile dimpled her cheeks and made her eyes sparkle. Was she enthralled by our kiss? I sure was. My arms encircled her and pulled her close for another kiss. She was as eager for more as I was. Our tongues timidly touched at first, then twirled in a dance that made my heart race. Her hands wrapped behind my neck and her breasts leaned against my chest. Her body felt vibrant in my arms. I could feel my excitement stir my cock. Her hips settled against my groin, pressing firmly until she unquestionably knew my arousal. I slid a hand down to the small of her back and pulled her tighter. Her tongue surged deep into my mouth and her body rocked to the music against me. Our intimate embrace lasted an entire song, nearly sending me over the edge. As it was, I felt the cool wetness of precum in my boxers. We had a few more steamy embraces that evening, interwoven with handholding, dancing in place, and informative conversations. If we weren't both drivers responsible for transporting our concert-mates, we probably would have left together early. Instead, we settled for programming entries into our cellphone contacts. Lying in bed that night, I couldn't sleep, memories of her kisses and feminine charms renewing desire for her in my loins. It was almost 2 a.m. but I took a gamble and called her. She answered on the first ring. "I was hoping you would call, Brad," she cooed. The way her voice sang my name caught my breath. I declared that I had no choice if I ever hoped to get some rest; with a giggle, she admitted being unable to sleep as well. I learned enough about her to know she was a woman that I would do anything to have in my future long-term. She was young but, at twenty, old enough to put all my age apprehensions at ease. She worked as a receptionist for a medical group and she shared an apartment with the girl who sat next to her at the concert. We talked until morning light was glinting through my window blinds. Before our goodbyes, we had a dinner date for that evening. * * * * * We sat side-by-side in a booth, our shoulders, arms, and thighs in tight contact most of the evening, moving apart only while eating. The press of her softness warmed my skin; the light fragrance of her perfume delighted my nose. Matching our prevailing mood, our conversation was light and full of laughter. Lisa proved to be witty with a sharp sense of humor. Towards the end of the meal, she demonstrated she was fond of sexual innuendos. "I'm not shy about going after things I want." Her hand casually fell onto my lap. I could feel it covering my cock. My manhood stiffened as her fingers applied pressure. "I'm attracted to upstanding men." Her eyes twinkled mischievously during a moment of silent staring. I didn't know what to do or say, too excited by her purposeful touch to think clearly. As she turned her head and reached for her water glass, her hand did not lift off my member, but slowly slid down its length. She was the cool one. When I tried to take a drink, my trembling hand rippled the water. Facing work for both of us in the morning, I took her directly home from the restaurant. Walking to her door, our arms were around each other's waist. She headed off a goodnight kiss at the door by inviting me inside. After unlocking the door, she took me by the hand as we stepped inside. Her roommate was lounging on the sofa in colorful pajama pants and white camisole. The television glow helped revealed the dark circles of her large areolas under the thin material. I tried not to stare at her stiffening nipples as Lisa introduced me to Suzie. The awkward moment was brief as Lisa pulled me toward an open doorway. We were barely inside the bedroom when she spun around and launched an aggressive assault on my body. Her mouth mashed my lips while she panted and whined. Her active hands clutched at me, pulling me close as she squirmed against me. She pulled away and fell to her knees. Her hands feverishly worked to open my pants. I turned to look at the open door knowing Suzie was just out of sight but the door was out of reach. Hot wetness enveloped my little head and my big head thought, 'Maybe she wants Suzie to hear us.' I was beyond worrying about privacy anyway. With one hand massaging my balls, one holding my shaft, her mouth pumped me. I looked down to see my cock disappearing through her lips; I felt her tongue caressing my glans. When my manhood stretched to its fullest, her hands slid around to my buttocks and pulled my hips forward. My cock squeezed into her throat and she held it there, prompting me to tilt my head back and let a guttural exclamation of pleasure escape. Lisa bobbed her head in long, sensuous strokes. My cock strained against its confines, threatening to explode from the pressure within and the vacuum her mouth created. Abruptly, her mouth released my wet manhood into the cooling air. As she stood up, I stepped out of my clothes bunched around my ankles. I pulled my shirt off while she did hers. While she unfastened her bra and shucked it aside, I opened her jeans. She hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pushed everything down toward the floor before marching out of them. A beautiful specimen of youthful womankind danced before me, lit by the glow from the doorway. Pendulant breasts with puffy areolas and stiff nipples jutted out over her flat stomach. A neatly trimmed triangle of golden pubic hairs covered her mons; layered folds of labia opened between gapped thighs. Lisa scooted back across the bed and I crawled after her beckoning portal to cock-heaven. As soon as her body stopped against her pillows, my head dove between her legs. Her clit was protruding from its nest and it poked firmly through my lips that pushed back her folds. I heard her squeal and felt her hands grasp my head. Her swollen knob stood prominent enough to allow me to make fellatio-like movements. I had her gasping and squirming immediately, continuing my energetic mouthing until her hips bucked uncontrollably in orgasmic pleasure. I felt no urgency to leave her nether region, finding her sexual responses perfectly attuned to my techniques and utterly delightful to orchestrate. Several orgasms followed until she begged me to take her. I moved into her pelvic saddle and guided my swollen penis to her wide vaginal entrance. My cock slid easily into her hot wetness as I let my weight settle down. My arms slid underneath her; she folded hers behind my back. Our lips latched in a passionate tongue kiss as our hips began rocking. I had never experienced a smoother fuck. Our thrusting slowly increased until our kiss ended to enable sufficient breathing. Her mouth was next to my ear, gasping whispered encouragement, describing her pleasure. Vaginal spasms pulsed on my cock, pulling my orgasm in glorious waves from my body into hers. I propped myself up on my elbows to allow her lungs an easier effort to catch her breath. I remained on top of her however, unwilling to withdraw from the warmth of her cavity. I think she liked having me inside her too, because her fingers swirled over my back and butt, and she murmured with contentment. "That was wonderful, Brad. I'm tingling all over." "It was fantastic for me, too. So exciting, like fireworks in my mind exciting, yet comfortable and perfectly satisfying. You have me thinking no one else can ever make me feel so good." "I know what you mean. You are more than just a good lover. I feel like something special happened tonight, like I found my soulmate." We reposed for several more minutes, basking in passion's afterglow until her contracting vagina expelled my shrinking penis. I rolled over and sidled next to her. Our hands found one another and her fingers wove into mine. I stared at the ceiling unseeing while my mind tried to grasp reality. How could I have known when I first saw her yesterday that I would be in her bed so soon and feeling so content, so ... in love? "Wait here," she advised and rolled out of the bed. She disappeared into her bathroom and I heard water running in a sink. Just then, the television went silent and a moment later, the living room went dark. The water sounds continued for several minutes before her shadowy nakedness came back to climb over me. I felt a hot washcloth drape over my cock and then her hands cleaning my organ and the area around it. Her dark form straightened and her arm swung out. I heard the washcloth softly land on the carpet before she bent over my groin again. Gentle fingers lifted my flaccid cock so she could suck it through her lips. Her supple tongue began worshipping its phallic idol; hot breath and silky saliva brought it to life. I reached for her legs and pulled on her until her body moved on top of me. Her musky vulva settled onto my face and my tongue explored the moist crevice from hill to cave. My hand slid over her wiggling ass until my fingers reached her wet slit. Gathering some lubrication, I slid up to her rosebud and teased my way through the puckered orifice. Her hips squirmed between my dual stimulation; her mouth tried to swallow my whole cock. Pure joy filled my being, knowing I had an exceptional ability to give her rapturous pleasure. I worked her arousal up to solar levels of heat and then buried my tongue in her vagina. Her mouth pulled of my cock and she began screaming out her bliss. My tongue could feel her contractions; a heady mix of her excretions and my seminal deposit flowed into my mouth and onto my face. Her movements and vocalizations had barely subsided when she spun around and sat on me. She impaled herself on my erection with such force that my butt was driven into the bed, my torso and legs folded upward, lifting entirely off the bed. Our copulation became so violent, the bedsprings creaked their complaint. The headboard banged against the wall; her ass cheeks slapped down on my thighs; our grunts and groans rose to a crescendo. Lisa had another screaming orgasm and a growl bellowed from my chest as lava coursed through my cock. When our rapture subsided, she sat limply on my groin, her body heaving and lolling around from our heavy breathing. At last, she tilted to one side and fell off me. She crawled laboriously alongside me and exhaled heavily. "Bradley James, don't ever stop doing that to me." I felt her body snuggling against mine. I listened to her breathing slow. Exhausted sleep overcame me. I awoke to Lisa kissing me. Morning light revealed her standing at the side of the bed, dressed only in panties. "I have to get ready for work. I bet you do too. Coffee's made. Come have some if you want." I was about to follow her when she warned me to put boxers on so Suzie wouldn't see me naked. Entering the kitchen, I saw Suzie bent over, reaching into the refrigerator; her bare back down to her ass crack was exposed above bikini panties. She straightened and turned around. Her panties covered little from the front, thin enough to show the shadow of her landing strip. Dark areolas covered a major portion of her small titties. Finding me staring at her, she didn't cover up; instead, she opened her arms. "Hey there, sexy. You want some of me too? I'd like to have you make me scream, 'Fuck me!' all night." Lisa's rebuke was stern. "Back off, Suze. He's off limits." "Since when?" "Since last night. And cover up from now on when he's here." Lisa was staking her claim and it trumped all previous understandings the friends had before. As intriguing as the 'Since when' remark made their past, I didn't need to know what sharing went on. Since last night, I wasn't looking for anything but my next fuck with Lisa. Suzie's arms fell to her sides; her shoulders slumped in a dejected reaction. I took what I figured was my last look at her titties as she left the kitchen. Taking my coffee to the bedroom to dress, I opted to head to my place for clean clothes and a shower. Stopping in the bathroom to speak to Lisa, I knew we both would have been late for work if I stayed. Watching her shower through the glass enclosure made my dick hard. * * * * * Our relationship was an intense whirlwind as our emotional bonding tried playing catch-up with our passions. We seldom spent a night alone. Our roommates weren't any real problem as it turned out. I practically moved in with Lisa because she had more stuff she needed for working everyday than I did, but we occasionally spent nights in my place to give Suzie a break from the screams. My roommate didn't mind seeing Lisa half-dressed or hearing her having sex for the masturbation fodder such things provided him. Suzie proved to be a crafty exhibitionist and voyeur. Her antics created more titillation for me than annoyance for Lisa. Lisa's mother, Joan, on the other hand, was a huge problem. The moment I saw her, I wondered what it would be like to fuck her. More than that, I tried to imagine how to make it happen despite the implications such actions would have for my relationship with her daughter. I didn't do a good job of hiding my desires. While Joan made it clear I would be welcomed in her bed anytime, Lisa made it clear I would be dead meat. Joan had her daughter out of wedlock while still in high school due to a careless night with a casual friend. She was now thirty-seven but looked twenty-five, an auburn-haired body-twin to Lisa with smoldering hazel eyes. Hardest of all to overlook, she was an exotic dancer at a local gentlemen's club. I went to the club once to observe her 'at work.' Joan was obviously a crowd favorite, able to climb the pole to the ceiling using just her hands. Tossing a dollar on the stage would get a patron's head shoved between her breasts; a five got their head locked between her thighs, facing mere inches from her bald vulva. I heard other men grumble, probably club regulars, who were unhappy because I got those treatments without tipping. Besides seeing her breasts and vulva up-close-and-personal on stage, she took me upstairs to the dance booths. I shouldn't have agreed to go with her. For twenty dollars except on half-priced Tuesdays, dancers gave private lap-dances there. Patrons had to remain immobile, their hands kept on the bench at their hips. The dancers were supposed to avoid all genital contact but Joan broke the house rules with me, knowing how to hide things from the bouncer. Dancers commonly put their vulva very close to the man's face. Joan managed to touch her clit to my lips and poke my nose into her slit. She demonstrated incredible Kegel dexterity when her sex was inches away, making her inner vaginal opening pucker and open like a fish mouth. Grinding her ass on my cock, she spoke in my ear about wanting my cock in her pussy. After I got hard, her hand rubbed and pulled on my bulging pants. By the end of the dance, her body was bouncing in my lap, her hand squeezing my cock, and she urged me to show her what I wanted to do inside her. Messing my pants wasn't exactly what I wanted. Her fingers played with the semen soaking through the fabric, followed by her mouth licking them clean. I had to leave the gentlemen's club with my jacket covering my crotch. I never went back there again, choosing to avoid Joan's sensuous torture. We could never fuck at the club and if I waited until she got off work at 4 a.m., I'd have trouble explaining my whereabouts to Lisa. Seeing Joan's nude dancing was any man's joy but she reveled in her power to make it messy for me. Doing laundry with Lisa made that another risk. I would have to find another way. A Fool's Gambit The hectic pace of living in two places became too burdensome to maintain. When both our leases expired in September, Lisa and I found a one-bedroom apartment to share. It was our first step toward permanent arrangements. Sharing one bed simplified things. Becoming related to Joan had benefits and a potential increase of my opportunities so I asked Lisa to marry me. A month later, we tied the knot in a simple ceremony. We had to economize our nuptial celebration. Rather than an elaborate reception, we rented a small banquet room, served appetizers, and arranged for a cash bar. Steve, my former roommate, played disc jockey, providing dancing music with his portable stereo and extensive CD collection. We didn't pay for his services so I didn't complain when he spent copious amounts of time hitting on Joan. There was a point when one of his CDs played through and started over. Steve had disappeared; I noticed Joan was absent too. It took Steve over a year to admit that he banged my mother in his van out in the parking lot. He was more afraid of my jealousy than possible anger. When I danced with Joan, she pressed her lithesome body seductively against me until she felt the result. That's when she whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad to have you in the family now, Brad. I just wish it could be me in your bed tonight." Lisa insisted on dancing with me immediately after her mother. She promptly discovered the aroused state I had been left in. She warned me that I risked losing conjugal privileges and the physical wherewithal to satisfy any woman ever again. Following her chilling proclamation, little-me went into hiding for the rest of the evening. Lisa had likely given her mother an edict similar to the one she gave Suzie because I never quite got past massive teasing with her. Even when I was alone with Joan and we had ample time, she would intentionally arouse me, but then shut me down or just leave me ha... standing. Many times, I did paid work at Joan's condominium. I found my work distracted by seeing her doing yoga in thin, stretchy leggings or curled up on the sofa in just a see-through nightie, reading a book. She had the uncanny timing to be in the shower whenever it came time to pay me. We'd carry on a conversation while I watched her through the clear glass, followed by burlesque towel drying. She'd get her purse, count out the bills, and then walk me to the front door, all without a stitch on. She knew the effect she had on me. While kissing me goodbye, her hand would squeeze my erection. If I ever tried to touch her, she would slap my hand away. Why did she give me the treatment but not the cure? The worst tease followed the day I toiled long hours in her garden. I was filthy so she stripped me at the door before leading me naked to her shower. She was kind enough to get in with me and scrub my feet and knees. After that, she raised her game above the dirt. With a cloth, she washed my back, my front, and all around my maypole. Squatting in front of me, her finale was a de facto handjob. If her hands can pull her weight up a steel pole, imagine what happened to my flesh rod. I feared I was going to shoot her eye out but she suddenly stopped. She left me to finish alone. When I was toweling off, she returned to drop clean shorts and a polo shirt on my still erect cock as if it was a clothing hook. She had spare men's clothing? My mind reeled at the thought of the number of hard cocks that had slid into her willing pussy. Why couldn't mine? I had a serious case of blue-balls when I got home. Aside from the family interactions that are common when a married couple live five miles from a relative, Joan took part in many of our social activities with friends. Lisa was the one who invited her because I didn't want to increase my suffering. The crowd we hung around with didn't object to us dragging her mother everywhere. Few knew she was Lisa's mother, not her sister; few knew she was almost two decades older than she looked; no one seemed to care. At our favorite bar, she spent most of her time separate from us; getting chatted up, liquored up, even felt up. Joan didn't have to buy her own drinks. I think the bartenders knew to make her drinks weak because she never got drunk. Many times, she didn't go home with us. Knowing so many guys were bedding her was torture for me. Lisa and I took a weekend skiing trip to Vail. You know Joan came along. She was a spectacle on the slopes in her tight leggings and sweater. I'm surprised guys didn't run into trees after all the distractions she caused. In the resort hot tub, her skimpy bikini didn't hide much - when she bothered to keep it on. Her room was next to ours. From the noises coming through the common wall, I knew she didn't sleep alone. At a crowded public New Year's Eve party, Joan was more inebriated than I ever saw her before. Somehow, I was with her and not Lisa at the stroke of midnight. We shared one hell of a soul kiss that lasted for what seemed like minutes. I was amazed to feel such unbridled passion in her tongue action and her body pressed intimately against mine, but not so enthralled that I missed my opportunity. My hand drifted down over her ass and back up underneath her dress to cup her bare cheek. Finding that she didn't wear panties was no surprise; freedom to continue sliding unchecked between her legs was a shock. I almost stopped dumbfounded when two fingers slid into her moist vagina. "I'll give you half an hour to stop that," she murmured. "I need more than thirty minutes to do what I want to you." "Oh, that's such a lovely thing to say, Sweetie, but I'm afraid you've just been busted." A hand on my shoulder pulled me away from Joan. It spun me around and I saw Lisa glaring at me. She looked like she was going to slap me. I even flinched when her arms came up to wrap around my neck. Instead, she gave me a kiss every bit as hungry as her mom's. The spice followed the sugar. "Don't think I didn't see your hands on Mom's ass, buster!" When it became clear that she was letting me off with just a warning, I assumed she didn't know I was guilty of more invasive offenses. I behaved myself the rest of the party and loved my wife extra special to ring in the new year that night. * * * * * We received a wedding invitation just before Christmas in 2011. A close cousin of Lisa's was getting married in a big traditional wedding down in Albuquerque at the end of March. Lisa and Joan had several discussions that bemoaned the cost of all of us flying down before I became the hero for suggesting we drive instead. The 450 miles would be an easy trip. I even took care of making hotel reservations, booking two rooms for three nights. We planned to drive down Friday; the wedding was Saturday, the thirty-first; and we would have an extra day Sunday to rest before heading back Monday. We started our trip quite early in the morning. The women were gabby, reminiscing about the relatives they would be meeting. I didn't mind when I was left to concentrate on driving; besides, the entertaining stories helped the long hours pass quickly. We stopped for a mid-morning breakfast at a Cracker Barrel, the women browsing the gift shop afterward while I refueled at the station next door. Back on the road, several cellphone calls broke up their conversations. Eventually, they fell silent. I looked over at Lisa. Her head was against the window, her eyes closed as she slept. I turned around to glance at Joan. She too, appeared to be sleeping, but I couldn't help notice her skirt hiked up by her relaxed legs splayed open. Didn't she ever wear panties? I adjusted the rear view mirror to enjoy her charms while I watched the road ahead. When I looked back a moment later, Joan's index and forefinger were holding her labia apart, showing me her pink vaginal opening. I tilted my head to see her face. Her eyes remained closed but her smirky smile said she was exposing herself for my benefit. I set the cruise control to a slower speed so all I would have to do was steer. Looking back again, her finger was swirling around her jewel. Her hips lifted and slid forward to adjust her position, her legs opening to about ninety degrees. I had to make an adjustment too, giving my cock room to stretch out up my pants leg. I watched her jill herself to orgasm. Her fingers strummed her clit violently, enough to make a squishy sound. Joan's mouth opened and her gasping breaths included slight moans when her orgasm made her push three fingers into her hole. My own breath was raspy panting. I was afraid to touch my cock, certain that any additional stimulation would push me over the edge. I glanced at Lisa, worried that our noises would awaken her. A slight smile seemed to indicate she was dreaming happy things. Painfully denied my release, I noticed a spot of precum on my pants broadcasting my predicament. Fortunately, we came upon a rest area. I pulled my shirt out to cover my erection and cock-drool before walking stiff-legged toward the restrooms. Joan had jumped out too, and was walking briskly ahead of me, her ass swishing seductively adding to my discomfort and urgency. A puff of wind lifted her hem, exposing her bare cheeks for several seconds. She didn't attempt to pull her dress down, marching defiantly between truck drivers who turned to look. What a dedicated performer she was! Entering a toilet stall, I pulled my hard cock out. Remembering her masturbation display set me off after only a few strokes, sending ropes of semen uncontrollably all over the wall and toilet plumbing. I spent twice the time cleaning up than I did making the mess. Joan was waiting for me when I came out, glancing at my exposed shirttails with a tight-lipped smirk. She slid her arm around my waist as we walked. "Everything come out alright, big guy?" "You know you're a big, fucking tease. You're driving me crazy!" "I didn't mean to tease. I was thinking about your big hard cock in my pussy and couldn't help myself." "That's what I thought about too. Why can't we do it for real?" "Because Lisa told me I can't. Do you want to do it anyway without her knowing?" "No, I couldn't do that." "That's my boy! You really love my daughter and it shows. Why don't you ask her to change her mind?" I didn't answer; I didn't know how to answer that loaded question. We had reached the car and found Lisa was awake. As I climbed in, I was horrified to recognize the scent of an aroused woman in the car but Lisa didn't mention anything. I cracked my window and turned up the heater fan as I drove. When I glanced over at Lisa, she gave me an odd smile. A bright color at her feet caught my eye and I looked down to see Lisa's panties on the floor. Lisa's head turned abruptly to look out her window, hiding her face. I tried to remember if I had seen them there earlier. When I looked again, her panties were out of sight! What the hell was going on? We arrived at the hotel in the early afternoon. We weren't too early for check in but there did seem to be a problem. I realized the clerk said we were getting one room with two beds. I immediately asked him to find us separate rooms, adjacent if not adjoining. Certain I had made reservations for two rooms, I began searching for the notes I made with a confirmation number. The clerk was clicking his mouse and studying his computer screen. "I'm having trouble finding rooms to accommodate you sir. I do see that your original reservation was..." Lisa sharply interrupted, "Don't bother looking, please. Brad, let's just take the one room. It'll be cheaper that way." A shared room was going to save us a couple hundred dollars so I accepted the goof without further complaint. Sharing a room proved both favorable and unfavorable right away. Freshening up with a shower after the long drive meant I was naked at times around two perfectly proportioned, beautiful females undressing for their own showers. The scenario surprisingly did not raise any concerns with Lisa. The exposures excited me but when Lisa saw the erection that I developed, a painful slap across my little head ended my euphoria and my boner. "That's my mother, you pervert. I better not see that again." I soon discovered she meant all weekend, even at night under the covers. How dreary would this trip be if I couldn't enjoy my own wife for three days? We met with some of Lisa's family for dinner then went to a nightclub for drinks. Joan was drinking heavily and I had more than my usual as well. Despite family all around and Lisa beside me, Joan's hand spent most of the night in my lap, playing with my cock. When we left the club, Joan could hardly walk. My chivalry kicked in and I tried to hold her steady, but because of my own condition, I had my hands full. Luckily, Lisa didn't notice. Lisa drove us back to the hotel and then led the way down the hallway, Joan and I staggering behind her. I held Joan's arm across my shoulder to hold her up, my other arm lifting under her far armpit. My hand cupped her soft flesh. When I gave her boob a squeeze, she looked up at me with a bleary-eyed smile. A naughty urge directed my hand down behind her and up under her dress. When my fingers slipped into her sex, Joan let out a 'Whoop' and then a loud, drunken laugh. I had my hand decently repositioned by the time Lisa turned around. I slurred an excuse, "She almost slipped." When I tried to lower her onto her bed, I lost my balance, tumbling on top of her and getting a mouth full of her left boob. Lisa pulled me off and told me to get ready for bed. I had to pee so I stumbled into the bathroom. For some reason, the floor was unstable and I had a hard time directing my flow accurately as I swayed to maintain my balance. I collided with Lisa when I left and she was coming in. "Damn it, Brad! You pissed all over the seat and floor!" "Sorry," I mumbled. I turned the corner to see Joan naked and spread-eagled on her bed, her sex open and inviting. Standing at the foot of her bed, I tried taking my clothes off but it proved to be quite difficult. I was still fumbling with my shirt buttons, my pants around my ankles, when Lisa came back. "Oh, no you don't." A shove sent me sprawling onto the other bed. I vaguely felt her undressing me but nothing else. * * * * * I squinted at the sun streaming through a slit in the drapes, right in my eyes. I turned my head away and I felt my blood pounding out its complaint. I felt awful; my tongue was asleep; and my teeth itched. Ignoring my full bladder wasn't an option so I crawled out of bed to take a pee. Throwing on some clothes, I left the room to get some elixirs from the Starbucks across the street. Returning to the room, I left wakeup offerings for the women on the table before grabbing a magazine and heading for my library time. I was still on the throne twenty minutes later when Lisa barged in. "Good Lord, Brad. How can you sit in that stink for so long? Couldn't you at least flush?" She obviously had no respect for a man's castle. She got in the shower so quickly, I couldn't get my business done fast enough. As a result, when I flushed, she let out a shriek and another curse. You can't have it both ways, woman. In the room, Joan sat on the bed, naked, shower bag in hand, waiting her turn in the shower. Others might not complain about such titillating sights so often but it was getting annoying so I turned the teasing back at her. "Waiting for another fuck?" "I don't remember anything about last night. Did we do it?" "Six times." She stood and put a finger in her pussy. "Liar." Fuck. I couldn't win at her game. Sitting at the table, I went back to reading and enjoying my coffee, completely ignoring her. Maybe she sensed my growing frustration. I was the last to shower. Both women were dressing when I walked out of the bathroom. Joan cast her eyes down toward my indifferent cock swinging limply. "Hi, Mr. Dick." "Mother, you're not helping." Walking past them in silence prompted a quizzical hum from Joan. I wasn't sulking; I was pretending that I no longer wanted her. For the rest of the day, I caught Lisa and Joan in conversations that always ended when I drew near. Playing my new role, I ignored Joan all day, even neglecting to dance with her at the reception. To prove I wasn't just in a bad mood, I was extra sweet and romantic with Lisa. I laughed and socialized with her family, earning major points for being seen as the great guy she had for her new husband. Back at our hotel room, I went to bed directly, the first to crawl under the sheets. Perhaps they sensed the somber atmosphere because they retired without any of their usual chatter. I enjoyed playing my new role, feeling a sense of power even with the slight setback that happened next. I snuggled with Lisa and we kissed lightly. I wanted to be romantic, maybe enjoy some easy pussy time. Pushing my erection against her, I tried to pull her panties down. She rebuffed me. I whispered, "But I need you so bad, honey. Can't we do it real quiet?" Her soft voice delivered the hard answer. "We're not going to make love with Mom in the room. She'll hear us. Go in the bathroom if you need to take care of that." A whole night of attentive charm had earned me zilch. I was angry enough to do just what she suggested. As I headed for the bathroom, I heard Joan giggle and saw her hand give me the jerk-off gesture. I flipped her the bird. In the bathroom, frustration set in. I lost my hard-on and nothing brought it back; thoughts of sweet loving with Lisa, revenge fucking Joan, and God forgive me, an old girlfriend failed. All of my efforts left me limp and defeated. I sat in silence. Then I heard it, soft murmuring voices. Were they talking about me? I heard Joan's unmistakable giggle. Well, fuck that shit. They weren't going to get the satisfaction of knowing they made me suffer. I faked it; I groaned, moaned, and grunted loudly. I returned to the room and slid into bed. They were silent but I knew Lisa's breathing was not sleep-breathing. I gave a contented sigh. I showed them! * * * * * I woke up with a start. A hot and wet mouth on my cock was doing some wonderful things. I heard the shower running and saw Joan's empty bed. Lisa was under the covers, performing her wifely duties at last, wanting to take care of my burning desires. I felt her teeth rake across my glans, a variation she never tried before. I really like cumming in her mouth, but usually as a prelude to more lovemaking in longer sessions. Knowing we didn't have that much privacy time, I wanted to get to the end game right away so she could have her orgasm too. "We don't have time for all that. Fuck me right now before she gets out of the shower." She understood perfectly and crawled up on top of me, still under the covers but barely. I was immediately inside her incredibly hot love hole. I put my arms over her back to hold her against my powerful thrusts. My mind drifted back to the image of Joan's open legs and I wondered what it would be like to be pounding my meat into her. It happened for both of us very quickly. I felt her vagina contracting in orgasm, pulling me deep inside, and I blasted my sperm against her cervix. My breath was ragged. I felt little vaginal quivers squeezing me. What glorious relief! I knew I could meet the day now. We were lying there, still connected when the bathroom door opened. Not having time to disengage, I gave her a quick squeeze and a warning to be still while I closed my eyes to feign sleep. I heard footstep pad into the room and stop. There was a gasp and then, "Mother?" My eyes popped open in horror to find Lisa standing at the foot of the bed. The only thought my brain could muster was that I had just seconds to live. A Fool's Gambit Joan's voice came from under the covers, "Good morning, Honey." "Good morning, hell. What are you doing under there?" Joan's face peeked out, "Don't be mad, Baby. I just wanted to taste his cock in my mouth." "It doesn't look like it's in your mouth." "Well, it was until Brad insisted I fuck him before you got out of the shower." In a court of law, I could mount some sort of case for my innocence based on mistaken identity, but I feared I was facing Marie-Antoinette reincarnated and could say nothing to save my dick from the guillotine. You would think the fear of a woman scorned would have shrunk my dick totally inside my gut, but no! The feeling of Joan's hot cavity wrapped around it and still convulsing had the impetuous little man marshalling his forces for another run. Lisa pulled the covers back and ordered her mother to get off me. Even at that moment, I was strangely aroused seeing Joan's naked body and the sight of my manhood sliding out of her. I thought my still hard cock made an inviting target for all sorts of punishment, not the least of them being dismemberment. As soon as Joan was out of the way, Lisa stepped forward and viciously grabbed my erect cock. "What did I tell you, Brad? You keep your dick in your pants or I'll cut the fucker off! Do we have a knife here?" Her head swiveled as she looked around. "Scissors! Do you have scissors in your purse, Mom?" I was mentally saying goodbye to my proudful manhood, wondering if I would bleed out before paramedics arrived. I was scared stiff, literally stiff. Strangely stiff, facing sacrifice, my cock stood tall in defiance. I was beginning to hope nothing sharp was in reach. "I'm gonna bite it off!" Joan screamed when Lisa bared her teeth and her head dropped suddenly. I gasped as Lisa's mouth plunged over the whole thing. She wasn't even going to leave me a pimple. Her head rose up, leaving my wet cock shivering in the cool air. It was still attached! Her hand grabbed me again. "Are you scared?" "Lisa, I don't..." "Tell me! Are you scared?" I nodded. "You better believe I will do this." I nodded again. My eyes pleaded for mercy. "Don't torture him anymore, Lisa. He lasted longer than you thought he would." I turned and looked at Joan. She was sitting on her bed in the lotus position, my cum oozing out onto the bed. What the fuck did she mean? Lisa jerked my cock to get my attention. "Hey! Do you know what day this is?" "Ah, Sunday?" "No, dummy. What calendar date?" My mind tried to remember. Then I recalled the wedding announcement for yesterday and worked it out. "April first..." She had such a wicked smile as climbed onto my proud cock and I felt it slide into her wonderfully warm heaven. "You better have some left for me," was her only admonishment. "Can I do it now?" Joan asked. "Uh huh," Lisa replied as she slowly rode my cock. Joan climbed onto the bed and lowered her sex over my mouth. My semen was running out onto my tongue. "Clean up your mess, Brad." "Anything you say, Momma."