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My Wife and Her Mom

By: statestreet



I wasn't sure how to react. The favor my wife asked of me was so out of left field I couldn't be sure I'd heard her correctly. I asked Sophie to say it again, slowly and distinctly, so that I wouldn't miss a word.

"My mother wants to visit us next Friday and stay for a week. I hope that's OK with you." she began.

"You know she's been feeling completely alone and useless since dad passed away."

That is very true. My mother, Esther, couldn't seem to comprehend that her life mate was gone and she was indeed on her own. Except for Sophie, me and a son who was a Naval officer stationed overseas, there was no one Esther had to lean on. 

Sophie continued,

"Mom's feeling so down that I'm afraid she may want to do something bad to herself. One of the things she told me is how awful it is for her at night, when she tries to fall asleep in the bed she shared with daddy. I think you can help her a little. Spend time with her and show her how much she means to you."

"Exactly how do you see me 'helping' your mom?" I asked.

Sophie looked at the floor and took some time before answering

"Pete, I want you to sleep with her. Make her feel wanted. Make her feel like a woman again!"

Oh boy, where did that come from?! Sophie and I have been married for 22 years and in that time she was the one and only woman I'd bedded. A couple of times I wanted to see if she'd be interested in a little side action to spice up the love life, but she refused to consider it. And now this! I wondered if this was a test of some kind. Maybe if I agreed too quickly, Sophie would get really upset and I'd hear about it for a long time. Then again, if I declined the same might happen because it showed I didn't care for her mom.

I told her it was a big decision and I'd let her know in 2 or 3 days. Sophie agreed and then as a bit of encouragement (to my mind, if not hers), she squatted down before me, pulled down my zipper, withdrew my cock and gave me a lovely blowjob. I thought Sophie must be really serious about this favor because she allowed me to ejaculate in her mouth (a rare event!) and made sure to show the load I left there. And then she swallowed my spunk (an even rarer event!). I had some thinking to do!

That night and the next Sophie went out of her way to do sexual things I always wanted but she never allowed me to do. She accepted my cum in her mouth maybe half a dozen times and even let me fuck her in the ass more than once. When we were dating, Sophie had let me do her ass a couple of times, but then stopped saying I'm too big and it hurts. That was 23 years ago!. But now my 'too big' 6 3/4 inch penis didn't seem to bother her at all. Not only that, but it slid in nice and easy as though it was something normal for her. And if that wasn't enough, she licked my dick clean with a gusto I'd never known, even given I had just withdrawn from her anus and hadn't worn a condom.

Mental note: Remind her in the future she took my cock in her ass more than once with no complaints and she can do it again.

Mental note 2: Find out why the sudden acceptance of anal sex. Has she been getting some anal loving on the side? I don't think so (I hope not!), but then, maybe she has! I think I'll wait to ask her when she's all hot and bothered and not likely to think too much.

Finally decision day arrived. Sophie put on a sexy see-through bra she knows I like (I love the way her nipple show though without any frills or seams getting in the way!), fishnet stocking held up by a garter and high heeled slippers. Her butt and pussy were wonderfully nude. She sat down beside me and draped her left leg over my lap and asked if I had made up my mind. Before answering, I took advantage of the situation by stroking her stocking-covered inner thigh, something she really loves, spending a lot of time there while oh-so-slowly moving toward her vagina. Sophie is blessed with a big bottom and somewhat large thighs. She doesn't shave, but is nicely groomed with a fringe of pubic hair bordering her womanhood. She has large and meaty cunt lips and before long I was running my fingers over and around them. I probed her puss with my fingers before changing position to be able to go down on her. Sophie has the best tasting cunt I've had the pleasure to enjoy. I spent quite a while down there and she came several times. I know because she squeezes my head between her thighs with a good amount of force as she comes, releasing the pressure when her orgasm is over. That day my head was squeezed hard quite a number of times and it made us both very happy! 

Afterwards I told her that as long as she was sure it wouldn't change our relationship, I'll 'help' Esther as she suggested. Sophie was very thankful in word and deed. She fucked me hard and let me come in her cunt. Then she straddled my head and so I could eat her out as my load flowed out of her pussy into my mouth. I'm not gay, but I have no objection to tasting my own spunk, as long as its mixed with Sophie's juices. We went to sleep exhausted but satisfied.

Fast forward to the next Friday evening. I came home from work and found a note from Sophie that she was at the airport picking up her mother. After returning home she'd prepare a nice dinner. Afterwards we'd have some wine while catching up on things before retiring. She reminded me of our agreement and let on that her mom often couldn't sleep through the night and might be up watching TV or reading or something. That might be a good time to "become acquainted". 

Dinner was superb and then we sat in the living room, had a bit more wine and chatted. At last it came time to say "Good night" and we retired to our respective bedrooms. 

I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. If this was going to be 'the night' I didn't want to smell grubby! When I came out, I found Sophie was already fast asleep. I hoped for one last 'bit of encouragement' from her, but decided to leave her to her dreams. I put on some white socks and a white t-shirt, then climbed into bed next to Sophie and fell asleep.

I awoke with a start at 3:51 AM. It took several seconds to become oriented. I was at home in bed and needed to take a wicked piss. I got up and stumbled into the bathroom to relieve myself. Once done, I felt a smidge more alert and figured I'd get a glass of juice from the fridge before going back to sleep. The house was dark, but I knew my way around and made it to the kitchen without incident. I got a glass from the cupboard and opened the refrigerator door. 

"Oh my!"

I quickly turned toward the source of the words. In the light of the open fridge I saw Esther sitting at the kitchen table. Her eyes were fixed on my dangling cock and her mouth was open with surprise. My immediate impulse was to close the door and cover up as I left the kitchen in embarrassment. But then I figured she's already seen me. So, I casually asked if she'd like some juice, too. 

I took out the carton and poured juice into the glass. I held it out to her and asked

"Esther, some juice?"

She continued sitting there staring at my crotch. I started feeling it chub-up. I put the glass on the table and, still facing her, closed the carton and put it on the counter. The fridge light still illuminated the scene. My dick had had stiffened to about a 45 degree angle and Esther couldn't take her eyes off it. I asked if I could offer her anything. She just shook her head no.

I finally closed the fridge door. The kitchen became dark again. 

"Do you mind some company?" I asked my mother.

She could barely speak but managed to whisper

"No, I don't mind."

I sat down right next to her and started sipping my juice. 

"I guess you couldn't sleep either" I said.

"No, I almost never sleep through the night any more" she replied.

"How are you doing, Esther? Is everything alright?" I asked with some concern.

I could sense she was uncomfortable talking to me. Maybe it was because I was her son and my exposed cock was within arm's reach or maybe it was because I was a man in general.

For a few minutes all was quiet, except for out breathing. Finally I ask Esther if she wanted to be alone.

"No, don't go." she answered.

Then she asked what I was expecting her to ask.

"Peter, do you usually walk around the house naked?"

I tried to be a little funny by replying

"I'm not naked, I'm wearing a shirt and socks! But yes, this is how I usually am around the house."

I chuckled and hoped she would too, but such was not to be.

"You know what I mean" she continued.

"You realize I saw you penis, don't you? What would Sophie think if she knew you were prancing around showing what you have?"

"Sophie has seen it thousands of times. And besides, she likes walking around the house strutting her stuff as well! You might be surprised to know frisky she can be! Besides, we're family and what's the big deal? Anyway, if you want me to cover up just say so and I'll go put something on. But we can't change that you've already see him!"

Another minute went by before Esther answered

"You can stay as you are. It's just that you are so calm about it! George (my deceased father) and I only saw each other naked in the bedroom. It was our way and what you say about Sophie and yourself being so free and easy about your bodies is strange to me."

Maybe 30 seconds later Esther asked me in a squeaky voice if she could take another look at me. 

Wow, this was going better than I imagined it would!

"Sure, let me put the light on."

I got up and my dick brushed her shoulder as I reached to turn on the kitchen light. It glared so I dimmed it down to about half intensity. 

"Is this too bright?" I asked.

"No Peter, it's fine."

I turned back toward her and squeezed by to get back to my seat. I could feel my dick skimming through her hair. What a nice sensation!

I finished my juice and suggested we go out on the balcony.

"Outside? You go outside like that where the neighbors can see you?"

"Sophie and I have both done that. We've made love countless times out there, at night, during the day, in nice weather, rain and even snow! A change of location really spices up our sex life! And if a neighbor or five see either of us, so what? "

"You know, George and I almost always had sex in bed. Once in a great while we'd do it in the living room and maybe twice in the kitchen. I guess you think we were stuck up and silly, huh?"

"No, not necessarily. It's what you expected and since you two stayed together for so long, you must have been OK with the arrangement."

"Yes, we were happy, but now I wish we'd done something more adventurous!"

I saw an opening and made a suggestion to Esther.

"It isn't too late for you. You'll find someone new and you can be as wild and different as your imaginations allow!"

She looked at me and muttered it was too late for her.

"Nonsense! In fact, you can start you new life here and now!"

Still looking at me she took on a questioning pose.

"Let's go on the balcony. We can watch the sunrise while we're both naked. You've seen me and I have to admit to wanting to see what you're hiding!"

Esther gasped.

"Why would you want to see an old crone like me naked? You have a beautiful wife. Isn't she enough?"

"I think Sophie is gorgeous and I do enjoy her body and mind. But you're her mother and the similarities between you two. I'm curious to find out if I'm right. Besides, I'm a man, and you know men can't pass up the chance to see naked women! Besides, I don't think she'd mind if you were the 'other woman'!"

Another gasp.  

"But I'm old and fat and wrinkly. What could you possibly want from someone like me?"

"Sophie is plump, too. For a while she was worried I'd dump her for a skinnier woman. But I find her extra roundness to be very alluring and I do my best to remind her every chance I get. Believe it or not, a woman who's chubby in the right places can get a man worked up very easily. And as for age, I'm 57, Sophie is 55 and you're what, 75, 76? Big deal! To more than half the world's population we're both over the hill! But you and I both know we still have a lot of life left! So, will you join me on the balcony?"

Esther sat and considered what I just said. I stood up and, facing her, said I'll be outside. My cock was maybe 18 inches from her eyes and was once again getting hard.

I walked out onto the balcony and sat down. It was now nearing 4:30 AM. The night was warm and the sky was quite clear. Hoping Esther would come out I stripped off the t-shirt and socks I was wearing and was now truly nude. I sat there alone for maybe 5 minutes before I heard the sliding door open. I looked over and saw Esther standing there looking back at me, deciding whether to come out or not.

Finally she got up enough courage to step out and come toward me. I stood up to allow her to pass. 

"I guess you can see that I'm now really and truly naked. What do you think?"

As she was walking by, she seemed to stumble just a bit, just enough and in the right direction to make contact with my semi-hard cock. 

"Oh, sorry! I guess I'm just clumsy." she said. 

"I think you meant to do that! You wanted to get a cheap feel. I'm just sorry it was so quick!"

It was time to, as they say, 'fish or cut bait'.

"Will you favor me by showing your body?" I asked. 

She was noticeably nervous by my question, but soon lifted off her nightie. Underneath she had on a bra and panty. I was disappointed, but I did see her largish thighs and how they flared up toward her very ample butt, one larger than Sophie's. I wanted to feel those thighs very badly!

"No fair!" I complained.

"You got to see everything, but you're making me wait! What gives?"

Esther just smiled and told me she couldn't be rushed, that this was a big change for her.

I grumbled that I understood.

We sat there and chatted for a while. I mentioned I thought her thighs were sexy. Could I touch them?

She consented and soon I was stroking her right thigh, paying extra attention to the inner portion. At first Esther just sat there but soon I noted her eyes had closed and her head was tilted back a bit. Very low cooing sounds were emanating from her lips. I had her stand up while I changed the position of our lounge chairs so we faced each other. She sat back down, I started on her left thigh. Her cooing became louder and her breathing more urgent. Then I stroked both her inner thighs. Esther's breathing was now in short gasps and instead of cooing she was now moaning. Then, before I realized what was happening, Esther's legs slammed shut on my hands and she let out a deep primal sound, more than a guttoral moan but less than a roar. Her thighs loosened and tightened their grip on my hands in rapid succession. At last she calmed down.

"That was wonderful! It's been so long since a man has made me feel so good!"

Esther opened her eyes and sat up. She had a grin going from ear to ear. Her legs were opened enough for me to see her panty.

"I hope I didn't hurt you."

"No, you didn't hurt me. But you did do something else."

Esther looked at me in confusion. I just stood up before her. My cock was fully engorged and precum was dripping off the tip. 

"See what happened?" I teased her.

Esther looked at my cock then my face then back at my cock.

"I did that?" 

She sounded bewildered.

"Yes you did! For an old, fat and wrinkly woman, you can still make a man all hard and bothered!"

"Wow! WOOOOOW!"

"Would you like to touch?" I asked.

"But you're my son. I don't want to do anything that can hurt Sophie!"

"Well, remember we're family! Besides, I just used my hands to make you cum, so I'd say that taboo is broken."

She looked up at me and asked

"Pete, do you really want me to?"

"Yes, Esther, I really want you to."

Esther tentatively reached out with her right hand and then pulled back. I could see she was conflicted as to what to do. I help her by gently taking her hand in mine and placing it on my cock. Esther shuddered. She looked up at me with a "should I" look. I nodded that yes, she should and took my hand away. 

Esther moved her hand a bit back, exposing the glans and then forward. She ran her fingers over the shaft and spent time touching the head. A good amount of pre-cum gathered on her fingers. She moved them toward her face and played with the fluid. 

"Do you like that?" I asked.

She said she did.

"Why don't you smell it. Sophie says it smells faintly like cum, just not as strong."

Esther smelled the cooling pre-cum on her fingers.

"It is like weak semen. I like it!" 

" Would you like to taste my cock?"

Instead of saying something, Esther pulled me closer to her head and took my cock into her mouth. The first few sucks were kind of rough and even uncomfortable, but she soon had a good rhythm going. I knew that Sophie was this woman's daughter because their techniques were so similar!

After a few minutes I knew my balls couldn't hold back and I told Esther I was going to cum. I expected she'd pull back and I'd cum in air, but to my surprise she took me in deeper! A couple of more sucks and my load was streaming into Esther's eager mouth. She sucked and swallowed and kept on sucking until I begged her to stop!

"Oh Esther, that was phenominal! I didn't think you'd want me to cum in your mouth, but I'm glad you did!"

"I love sperm! George used to say I couldn't get enough of it and he let me suck him off many more times than we had intercourse. Why wouldn't I want it in my mouth?"

"No reason, I guess I just assumed. And you know what assuming makes one, right?"

She laughed and nodded in agreement. I say down and immediately my eyes went to that secret place hidden by her panty.

"Esther, I think you had an accident!"

I pointed to the panty she was wearing. Esther didn't get what I meant and gave me a quizzical look.

"There's a great big wet spot on the front of your panty. I think you should take it off, don't you?"

Esther agreed and in seconds had removed the damp garment. Now, wearing only a bra, she sat down, but had her legs closed. 

"Let me show you something I do that Sophie says makes her feel like a real woman"

I knelt down before Esther and asked her to slide back on the lounge chair. She did. I took one leg in each arm and lifted them. That exposed her somewhat hairy cunt. I moved lower and began to nibble my way up her thighs toward the bush. Esther was cooing again. My lips and tongue enjoyed her flesh and soon she was jiggling and kind of giggling. Then I planted my lips right on her vagina. My tongue probed here and there and soon found the opening. Up and down, side to side, in and out went my tongue. Esther was going out of control! Like Sophie, Esther's legs clamped around my head as she came all over my mouth. Soon she relaxed a bit. But I wasn't yet finished! My cock was fully engorged and I adjusted my position to easily slide into Esther's pussy.

"Peter! What are you doing?"

"I think the appropriate term is 'I'm fucking your cunt'. Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please don't!"

I continued pumping into her pussy. Her legs rested on my shoulders and my hands were free release her breasts from that nasty bra. Esther did nothing to discourage me. In fact, she moved around a bit to make access easier for me. What a caring mother!

We fucked for several minutes. Soon I felt that special sensation of an impending cumshot. I thrusted into Esther with extra urgency. She sensed what was about to happen and encouraged me not to stop. 

"Cum inside me!"

I did! Jet after jet of sperm entered into her. Esther also came as her legs squeezed my neck. 

After we calmed down, I sat on my chair and watched the cum slowly flow out her swollen hole. 

Almost together we said


My Wife and Her Mom -- Mom Returns



At the end of the last installment, Sophie, wife to Peter (that's me) and daughter of Esther, told me that her mother wished to visit next month. Not only that, but she wanted to visit the club Sophie belonged to and that she had just introduced me to, in order 'to meet men and get laid with no strings attached'. Sophie had joined that club together with her friend Rhonda, a.k.a. Ronnie, and Ronnie's husband Jack, to get over her fear of anal sex and to learn to appreciate taking a man's sperm into her mouth and swallowing it. 

To recap:

Sophie and I have been married for almost 23 years. I was turning 58 and she's 55 years old and we love each other very much and have a good, if a tad predictable, sex life. We enjoy being nude at home and often sit out on our balcony sans clothes. We even have fairly frequent sex out there without concern that strangers might see. I very much wanted to do Sophie anally, but she was reluctant because when we'd done it in the past it hurt Sophie and for days afterward said she felt a burning sensation in her butt hole. As for cum, Sophie did allow me to deposit a load in her mouth every now and then, but she didn't like it and was afraid one day she'd spit out my sperm and hurt my feelings. I tried to understand and accepted Sophie's decisions, though I did periodically ask her to try again. 

Ronnie has a lecherous boss who wants to get her into bed. She refuses but his persistence in going after her is slowly wearing away her resolve. She doesn't want to sleep with this guy and has to find a way shore up her defenses. She and Sophie talked about their situations and found a unique solution; they joined a club where members could act out fantasies or try new things of a sexual nature with others so inclined. Ronnie wanted to act out a role-reversal situation where she was the horny boss and Sophie was the subordinate. Ronnie dressed in a man's clothing and put on a thick strap-on dildo to fuck Sophie with. This allowed Ronnie to act out her frustrations and Sophie learned to enjoy a 'dick' probing her tush. 

One day Sophie asked me to come to the club's location and watch her. I was scared and tried to decline, but found I couldn't. The address was a warehouse where I eventually witnessed what I thought was a man fucking Sophie from behind. After they both came I learned the 'man' was Sophie's friend Rhonda and the dick was a dildo. Just then Ronnie's husband, Jack, entered the room. He was very sweaty and a string of cum hung down from his cock. He and Ronnie had "damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" sex right in front of us. He came in Ronnie's pussy and then to my amazement, Sophie lay down face-up below Ronnie's cunt and let Jack's sperm drip into her mouth. She took it all and swallowed. 

Sophie assured me that since our wedding she's never allowed any other man inside her body, and this was the nearest to that she's ever done. It gave her the confidence to enjoy the feel and smell and taste of cum in her mouth and she did it completely for our mutual benefit.

After coming home, we had sex and as we were settling in for the night Sophie told me of her mom's wish to visit us again. Those of you who have read the earliest installment of these chronicles know what happened last time Esther came to visit. I could only smile and count the days until she returned!

Present day

Five weeks pass. On Monday Esther called and asked if Friday would be OK for her to arrive for her visit. Sophie and I agreed. That weekend we'd have an early 23rd wedding anniversary celebration and my 58th birthday. We then started talking about going to the club.

In the past I'd wondered aloud if Sophie might consider our having other partners to spice up our sex lives. She always refused and I accept completely that she's never done another man. I haven't fooled around with another woman (except for Esther, and that was at Sophie's urging!). But with her joining the club she was exposed (unintended pun, ha! ha!) to naked men and women and sooner or later she'd succumb. It was simple human nature! I asked again if she wanted to fuck anyone at that club. She admitted there were two men she was curious about. One was this young man Steve and the other was Will, a man our age. Steve was in his late 20s or early 30s. Sophie might not have given him a second look except that he attracted women like moths to a flame. The word was he had had sex multiple times with just about every female club member. 

"What's so special about this guy?" I asked.

Sophie hesitated before answering, trying to find the right words

"Steve has a big cock. I've seen it and I'm curious to know what it feels like to have something like that in me!"

Quietly I asked

"How big a dick does he have?"

Sophie replied in a soft voice

"I think when it's hard about 10 or 11 inches. When he's limp it may be about as long as yours is." 

Sophie must have realized how this affected me and said things to reassure me. But, being a man, it wasn't easy knowing my wife wanted to try a dick half again as long as my own! Sophie saw I was having trouble with the idea and said

"Please don't be angry with me! You know I could have already had sex with him and you'd might have never be the wiser. But I didn't. I love you too much! But don't forget, it was YOUR idea we might try other people!"

That last part came out like an accusation. She was right, I did make the suggestion, and more than once. Sophie had always rejected the notion, but now she wanted to take me up on it.

"What about this, ah, Will? Is he hung like a horse too?"

"No, I think Will is a bit shorter than you, maybe 6 inches on a very good day. But he's exceptionally thick, I guess another inch around compared to you."

My penis is 6 3/4 inches long and about 2 1/2inches in diameter. His had to be closer to 3 inches across. 

"His cock is about the same around as that dildo Ronnie uses on me. That's the one that got me used to having you do my asshole. You know, a dildo's good, but I need to try a real dick that wide."

It was strange hearing her talk so matter-of-factly about these two men. Even though she had just denied it, I asked if she'd already had sex with either or both. Sophie repeated that she hadn't, but watched them more than once with other women and got very excited by it. She said that afterwards when Ronnie and she did the role-playing where Sophie pretended to the evil boss Ronnie was fucking, she imagined the dildo was really a long, thick flesh-and-blood cock, like Steve's and Will's put together. It made her cum extra hard. 

I sat there absorbing it all. Sophie got closer and started to rub my crotch. Quickly my dick responded to her touch and was soon at maximum length and girth. She smiled and began to caress the head, giving it quick kisses and lightly rubbing it over her mouth. Within a minute there was a trace of pre-cum on her lips. She then slowly took my leaking dick into her mouth, farther and farther until it was fully in. She slowly moved her head back until just the head was still inside. Sophie repeated the in and out movement several more times, each with greater suction applied. By the sixth round I couldn't hold back and jets of sperm shot into her mouth. She took it all and kept my cock in her mouth as she swallowed. 

Sophie only released my dick after it had gotten soft. She then lay face down on the bed and raised her bottom.

"Eat me!"

Her cunt lips were inflamed and she was leaking her own fluids. I got behind her and began by licking the slick juices from her thighs. Sophie was wiggling her ass begging me to do her hole. I licked the outside of her vagina, kind of in sweeping arcs. She liked it but wanted more. My tongue found her clit. It isn't big, but it was poking out from its hood. I spent a good amount of time lightly licking the very tip and sucking on it. I also spent time licking her anus and that bit of flesh between her pussy and asshole. She loved it all!

At last I found my way to her vaginal opening. It was open and inviting and the aromas were fantastic! I adjusted to a more comfortable position and with one hand on each butt cheek, I opened her wider. I stuck my tongue into her cunt and began to flutter it inside and outside her hole. She came almost immediately! 

By then my cock was hard once more and I used it to fuck my wife's pussy. At the same time I smeared cunt juice and spit onto her asshole and inserted one finger, followed by another. It was wild! With my fingers I could feel my penis driving in and out of her cunt. I came inside her and she came immediately after. I asked if she liked the sensation of having both holes filled simultaneously. She said it was like nothing she could have imagined.

We went to sleep that night with me thinking that perhaps if she want Steve or Will to fuck her maybe I can join in, but I got first dibs on Sophie's ass!

On Friday afternoon I left work early and drove to the airport to pick up Esther. She was happy to see me, maybe a bit too happy in such a public place. The way she acted I half expected her to go down on me in baggage claim! It didn't happen, but she was quite frisky and touchy-feely during the drive home. Somehow we made it without incident.

Sophie greeted her mother and the two women got down to a session of girl-talk. I excused myself and went to the den, booted up my computer and watched a music video. About 20 minutes later Sophie popped in to ask me to join them in the living room so we could chat and discuss the weekend. 

Sophie and Esther were sitting on the couch, each holding a glass of wine. I was offered a glass but decided on a beer instead. I returned with a cold bottle in hand and sat down facing them. 

Esther first announced she had a little something for Sophie and me in celebration of our 23rd wedding anniversary. She regaled me with stories from Sophie's past before presenting us with two tickets to fly to south Florida for an all-expenses paid cruise to the Caribbean. Sophie and I were overwhelmed and thanked Esther for her generous gift. Esther then winked at me and said she'd give me my birthday present later. I looked at Sophie and she had a conspiratorial smile on her face.

We then got down to discussing going to the club. Esther said Sophie had told her all about it and how it had helped her daughter get over her fear of anal sex and to better appreciate oral sex, especially accepting sperm into her mouth. Esther was curious about the place and asked Sophie more details on what goes on there. Sophie told her people get together to live out sex fantasies or just fuck like rabbits, or anything in between, as long as no physical or emotional pain was involved. She then went on to tell her mother she wanted to try at least one other man besides me. I was utterly surprised at how open about this topic Sophie was toward her mom!

Esther said that her remaining time was short and she wanted to have "wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am" sex while she could. Sophie and I protested that Esther still had plenty of years left, but deep down we knew she was right. Esther told us that she got married young. She had one boyfriend who took her virginity shortly before she met her future husband George. He was the second man she'd had sex with, and she was faithful to him until he died. I was her third sex partner, but that was at Sophie's instigation because her mother was so listless and depressed following George's death and Sophie feared her mom might do a very rash and very permanent thing to herself. 

Esther asked me how I felt about knowing my wife wanted to have sex with other men. I admitted I wasn't keen on the idea, but since I was the one who first suggested the possibilities of other partners I'd go along with her wish and hope she got it out of her system. Both Esther and Sophie chimed in that I was able to have experiences with other willing women and that there'd be no recriminations or hurt feelings. I then asked the question I should have considered from the beginning

"But what if Sophie wants to continue experimenting with other men, or if I find strange pussies too good to give up?"

"Good questions and you two will need to find answers that you're both comfortable with. In that sense I'm fortunate, because I have no spouse whose feeling I need to worry about."

Sophie agreed there was a risk, but she said she truly had to know, otherwise the unanswered 'What if?' would drive her mad. Like her mom, Sophie didn't have all that many sexual partners before me. She had a few boyfriends while growing up and gave most of them handjobs and blowjobs, but didn't have vaginal intercourse until she was 20. She'd fucked a few guys after that and got married at 25 to someone who ended up cheating on her. She divorced him after less than two years. After that she permitted herself very limited physical interactions with anyone. In fact when I met her, she was 30 years old and focused on her job to the exclusion of everything else. We began to date but it was nearly 5 months before we had any sexual contact. I took it slow and she appreciated that. Eventually I asked her to marry me and she agreed. We've been together ever since, and until that night with her mother, I've been faithful to her and I believe she has been with me. All that was now subject to change.

Apparently none of her lovers, including me, had a super long or obscenely thick cock which is what she now wanted to sample.

We spoke some more and time passed. It was past 11:00 pm and we decided to retire for the night. I left first and Sophie followed. Before I left the room Esther caught my arm and reminded me she had a gift for me. I thanked her and asked if tomorrow would be OK to accept it. Esther nodded yes and I bid her a good night. 

I went to my bedroom and stripped naked. I almost always sleep in the nude, and so does Sophie. I then went to the master bathroom to wash up and take care of nightly business. When I returned Sophie was sitting before a mirror, totally nude, brushing her hair. I sat on the bed and asked what the plan was for the next day.

"I thought we'd have a nice breakfast, maybe relax a bit and then mom and I could go shopping. Then we'd have lunch and get ready for the club."

She looked at me and asked if I was OK with that. If I had serious trouble with the idea, they wouldn't go.

I thought about it and told her and Esther to go ahead and have fun.

"Aren't you coming with us?"

"I don't think I want to watch my wife get fucked by one or two or more other men. Call me conservative or short-sighted or unfair, but that's how I feel. I guess if I don't see it, it may not bother me as much."

"But Pete, you can do what you want with any woman who is willing! I won't stop you and I might actually like watching you! Remember when I walked in just after you'd fucked my mom? Damn, I wish I showed up a little earlier! I think watching your cock go in and out of her would have been sooooo hot!"

That was very surprising for me to hear. While I never considered Sophie to be prudish, her recent kinky streak just amazed me!

"What if another woman won't want sex with me? Then I'll feel completely left out and will resent you for getting laid. You know perfectly well women have it easier than men to find a fuck partner!"

"Oh that's not true! Besides, how do you know you won't get lucky? You're a good looking man and you know how to ring my chimes and I can't imagined you couldn't do that for another woman! But, in case you somehow can't find a partner, you'll have mom and me!"

"Sloppy second? I don't think so! Can you at least do me the favor of making sure whomever you're with wears a condom? And please, if you blow the guy, do it when he wears a rubber, and no eating his cum. I think I'll have a difficult enough time with this without wondering if your dick for the night might isn't in perfect health!"

That last comment shook up Sophie. I don't think she considered the possibility that who she would fuck might have an STD. She pondered on it for a while and agreed to not allow the man into her mouth, pussy or ass if he wasn't wearing a condom. I assured her if I got lucky I'd wear a rubber before any penetration.

With that settled, she put down her brush and sashayed to the bed. Her tits and thighs jiggled and she looked so good! She dropped to her knees between my legs and gave me a blowjob for the ages. I shot into her mouth and she smiled as she swallowed it. The sight of fresh cum on her lips and teeth made me chuckle. Then she climbed onto the bed, remained on hands and knees and asked me to take her doggy-style. I did and enjoyed felt her muscles milk my cock as I pistoned in-and-out of her vagina. Soon I grunted and ejaculated into her womb. She came as well. I fell onto the bed and she straddled my face, lowering herself so that I could easily lick her vaginal lips. I did so with relish and didn't mind tasting my own spunk as it flowed from her hole into my mouth. She came again then collapsed onto the bed next to me. She told me that I'd be the only one she'd permit to spill his seed into her. And with that we fell asleep.

I woke up sometime during the night. I felt very edgy and just couldn't calm down enough to fall back asleep. I got out of bed and looked at my wife's sleeping form. She looked so good to me naked like that. I noted a wet trail leading from her cunt to the sheets. I gently touched the wet area and brought it to my nose. It was my cum; I guess the remnants from my earlier creampie were slowing seeping out of her pussy.

I walked out of our bedroom and got a drink of water. Then I stepped onto the balcony and sat down to watch the lights of the city and think. At some point I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew there was a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw my mother standing over me.

"Pete, lately it seems when you and I are out here you're naked."

After a short pause she continued

"You must have been having a pretty good dream and maybe I shouldn't have wakened you."

"What, what are you saying?"

She just smiled and reached down to touch my very erect penis.

"Oh." was all I said.

She sat next to me and asked if I minded. Her hand remained on my cock. 

"Feel free!"

The unintended play on words didn't register immediately with me, but it did with Esther. She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and softly said how hot and hard it was. She then adjusted her position to have easier access to it. She used both hands to touch, squeeze, stroke and caress every bit of my cock. 

"You know, you were the last man I had before this. I really liked what we did during my last visit and hope you're willing to do more of that this time!"

I was very willing! Esther continued playing with me and exclaimed when pre-cum began to flow from the tip. She ran her finger through the fluid and marvelled at it. She then bent down and licked the pre-cum from my cock.

"You realize that more will form, don't you?"

She replied that she was counting on it!

I was very excited and didn't want her to stop, but she did. I looked up with needy and pleading eyes.

"Be patient!"

Esther stripped off her nightgown. She was completely nude. I gave her the twice over and began to salivate at getting between her wide hips. She knew what I wanted and lowered herself onto my stiff cock. Slowly, slowly she accepted more of it into her vaginal canal. At last she got it completely in and began to gyrate her hips. I ran my hands over her soft breasts and pinched her nipples. She lifted her bottom a few inches and then lowered it again. Over and over until she was slowing raising up a few inches followed by a sudden drop. She squeezed my cock hard and began to thrash her head and moan. A loud wail signaled her climax. I followed seconds later, pumping sperm deep into her body. 




My Wife and Her Mom -- Mom Returns



After a minute she got off my deflating cock. It plopped out followed by my cum and her fluids onto my belly. Esther sat back down and ran her fingers idly through the puddles. 

"That was wonderful! I can't wait to do it again!"

We sat there for maybe 20 more minutes, alternately chatting and being silent. We eventually rose and went back inside. I offered Esther a drink. She declined and said she would try to get some more sleep. As she said good-night, she squeezed my cock and balls and spoke directly to them

"Get a lot of rest fellas! Make sure your owner eats lots of tasty things and takes his vitamins. I have plans for you!"

She then walked away, wiggling her big butt as she did.

"Esther, your nightgown is still outside. Shall I get it for you?"

"No, I'll sleep in the buff. Night"

"Good night"

I headed back for my bedroom. Sophie was still asleep. I considered wiping the cum from my belly, but then thought Sophie might enjoy it when she woke up. I lay down and stared at the ceiling for a while. I wondered about that evening and decided what will be will be. Somehow that made me feel far less tense and worried. I snuggled up to Sophie's back and butt and gently took hold of her right breast. My cooling sperm smeared over Sophie's butt cheeks and would soon form a sticky bond. I smiled at the thought. 

I looked out our bedroom window. The day was just dawning, promising to be bright and warm. I relaxed and fell asleep next to my beloved wife.



My Wife and Her Mom: Saturday



The ship was pitching and rolling in heavy seas. Flashes of lighting punctuated the overcast skies soon followed by deafening booms of thunder. Rain was lashing the windows of the bridge and the wipers were having difficulty keeping up with the torrents of water. Suddenly a shout

"Enemy vessels dead ahead, one about 800 yards and the other 1100 yards!"

I calmly told the young officer standing next to me

"Sound general quarters."

The button was pressed and a claxon reverberated throughout the ship, making an already keyed up crew became that much more alert. 

"Battle stations, this is not a drill!"

Those seven words were repeated and the claxon continued for a full minute. 

The ship's executive officer (XO) called from the combat center to say all weapons were on line and the ship as a whole was ready for battle. 

The range closed very slowly. The rain and dark, and the corkscrewing effect caused by wave and wind made targeting the enemy with any assurance difficult, but we were able to come up with a solution. 

I ordered my ship to turn 5 degrees to port and in three minutes to return to our original course. That way we'd be coming up on them from abeam and could bring more weapons to bear. After the course changes were made I told the Officer of the Deck (OOD) to let me know when the distance to the nearer enemy had closed to 400 yards. 

Time crawled at a maddeningly slow pace. I told the XO we were approaching the nearer of the two enemy vessels and would fire at 400 yards. XO concurred, saying that as soon as that target was hit we'd shift weapons to the lead vessel. 

At long last the OOD said

"400 yards, Captain!"

"Fire at Will!"

The fore and aft guns belched fire and smoke as their shells flew through the elements toward the enemy. A couple of intense flares announced surface-to-surface missile were set loose to wreak havoc. Bright flashes and muted booms meant the shells had hit and almost immediately there were enormous explosions from the missiles finding their mark. As the darkness returned, I could see the short, but wide enemy vessel, name Will, turn turtle and settle into the deep abyss. 

This all transpired in mere seconds, but every delicious detail was etched in my brain. I shook my head and saw that XO had indeed targeted the second enemy. Destroying Will had been easy, but the new target was alerted to our presence and would take defensive actions against us. I didn't worry much. 

The XO called and suggested we commence firing immediately, before the target had too much time to prepare. I agreed. Where Will had been short and wide, this one was long with less beam. It would be more difficult to ensure its destruction.

"All weapons, fire at Steve!"

The guns blazed, more missiles left their mounts and three torpedoes hissed from their tubes. It took a bit longer, but the missiles struck the enemy's superstructure, followed by shell hits to its bridge. A minute later the first torpedo hit, followed by the second then the third. The enemy broke apart and quickly sank. 

We cheered our success at vanquishing both enemies. Proper naval decorum was allowed to lapse for a bit. Backs were slapped and ranks were forgotten. I didn't mind. Will and Steve, my mortal enemies, had been both utterly destroyed! 

"Life raft off the starboard beam. There appear to be survivors!"

I gave the necessary orders to bring the ship toward the raft. There were two survivors. We rescued them and I had them brought to my cabin for questioning. The OOD relieved me on the bridge and we returned to a normal cruising status. I went to my cabin to await the survivors.

A knock on the door frame.

"Enter"

Two women, about the same height and build, but one about 20 years older than the other, entered, followed by a security guard.

"Sir, these are the two we picked up from the raft."

"Thank you. Please close the door and wait outside."

"Aye aye, sir!"

The guard saluted, did a smart about-face and exited my cabin, closing the door behind him.

I offered the two women places to sit. They did. I then asked if they'd like some coffee or other drink. Both thanked me but declined. I began the questioning

"Who are you and which vessel did you come from?"

They looked at each other before replying. The older one spoke

"I'm Esther and this is my daughter Sophie. We were riding on the vessel Steve when you destroyed it."

"And what were your positions on that vessel?"

Sophie answered for them

"My position was cowgirl. My mother's was face sitting."

I continued

"I see. And before that were you aboard the vessel Will?"

Esther replied

"Yes we were. We took turns riding up and down the mainmast. That was fun, wasn't it Sophie?"

Sophie nodded in enthusiastic agreement. She then added

"Earlier both vessels were tied up together and we were able to ride them both at once. Now THAT was lots of fun, I tell you!"

She then faced me and said 

"You know, this isn't a bad ship. It's bigger than Will and wider than Steve. Mom, I think I'll like riding this one a lot! What about you?"

Esther replied

"You know, it's funny, but I was thinking the same thing! Odds or evens for which one goes first, OK?"

Sophie won. But before she found a position for her ride she asked

"What do you call this ship?"

"Peter."

"Peter. A fine name for a fine ride!"

Sophie climbed on Peter and began her ride. She "oohed and aahed" and squealed and giggled like a little girl. Esther didn't want to be left out and she rode Peter as well. It was a good time for all involved!

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The images were interrupted by the sound and began to swiftly fade. My eyes opened and I looked around the room trying to figure out what was going on and where I was. 

"Well Mr. Sleepy Head, you finally decided to join we who are up-and-about!"

"What? Where am I?"

was all I could get out.

"You're at home in bed with a super hard erection and a very horny wife is where you are!"

I felt soft hands holding the shaft of my cock.

"You must have been having some dream! You've been leaking pre-cum like there's no tomorrow!"

"Yeah, I think I did have a pretty wild dream. I kind of still remember some of it. I was the captain of a ship and we attacked and sank two enemy ships. It's funny, but both had men's names. One was kind of short and stubby and the other was narrower but really long. We rescued some survivors, I think, but I don't really recall anything else."

I looked at Sophie's face. It seems that the outline of my dream struck a nerve. I recalled enough to know that those two 'vessels' I destroyed in my dream were the two men Sophie said she wanted to have sex with that evening at her club. Nevertheless, she continued to play with my cock. Sophie gives first class handjobs and this was one of them. I really like them and wish she'd do them more often. I soon erupted in her hands. She licked and swallowed my semen and said

"Well, time to get up. Mom's already up and coffee is brewing. We expect you to join us for breakfast in the kitchen."

"Ok, let me wash up and put something on."

"No you don't! You'll wash up but come as you are! I'm naked and so is mom and so will you be if you know what's good for you!"

She squeezed my cock and nut sack before letting go and returning to the kitchen. I watched her fleshy thighs and butt jiggle as she walked away. I took take of nature's call and washed up. Then I headed for the kitchen with my dick partially erect.

"Oooh, look at that cock and those balls! Do you see how it wiggle-waggles as he walks? I'm getting all wet just looking at him!"

This came from my mother Esther and was directed at her daughter, my wife, Sophie.

Sophie was nonchalant in her reply

"I see that every day. It's not so special."

Esther retorted

"Well, young lady, if you don't think that dick and the man it's attached to aren't a big deal, then give 'em to me!" 

She reached out and touched my penis with her fingertips. It began rising to full attention.

"See, he likes it when a lady says nice things about him and strokes him the right way! Sophie, I thought I taught you better!"

Both mother and daughter looked at each other and burst out laughing. Then they both decided to work their charms on me. Esther held my cock as she pulled me to the couch. Sophie pushed by holding onto my ass cheeks. I hadn't yet had the chance to say anything. 

Sophie, the ever gracious hostess, asked her mom

"Do you want the face or the cock? You're my guest, so you get to choose."

"I think I choose ..... the face!"

Both women pushed me on my back onto the couch. Esther positioned herself astride my head and slowly lowered herself until her pussy made contact with my mouth.

"They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Eat me Pete, let me feed you!"

I couldn't say no to my mother so eat her I did. She smells and tastes a lot like her daughter. The main difference is that Sophie has minimal pubic hair, while Esther has a more substantial bush. That hair was getting into my nose and it tickled. I jerked my head trying to stop the tickling, but Esther found the rapid and sudden movements only intensified the sensations she felt and made her climax much more intense. It was so strong that she squirted her vaginal fluid into my mouth and over my face! Then she collapsed onto my head.

In the meantime Sophie had gotten me very hard and mounted my cock. She fucked me with great abandon and came twice before I shot into her cunt. She also collapsed on top of me. It was an interesting place to be just then, me naked with my mom's drooling snatch just above my head and my wife draped over my belly and chest with my spent cock still inside her. 

We stayed like that for a couple or three minutes. Then Sophie succeeded in dragging herself off me and her mother followed suit. 

"That was great! But mom, next time I want his face, OK?"

"You have a deal Sophie! I'm in the mood for his dick anyway"

"Ladies, don't I get a say in this?"

Almost as one Esther and Sophie shouted

"NO!"

I got up and, and with my cock wigging and wagging as I walked, went to get a cup of coffee. A man needs to keep his fluid levels up with these two around!

I returned to the living room to find Sophie scooping sperm from her vagina and offering it to her mom and Esther was accepting it! The older woman said

"Pete, I don't know what you usual diet is, but it makes for very tasty cum!"

We sat and chatted and I finished my coffee. I got up to get a refill. 

"Do either of you want anything from the kitchen?"

They looked at each other and at me and I thought

"Here we go again!"

This time Sophie rode my face while Esther had my penis in her cunt. I believe my second cumshot had more volume than the first! For a woman in her mid-70's she could fuck with the best of them!

We gave ourselves about 5 minutes to revive before we got up and I managed to have that 2nd cuppa joe. We showered, with me helping both Esther and Sophie clean their breasts, backs, tushies, pussies, and thighs. Both had orgasms with the help of my fingers. Sophie and Esther then made certain my penis, scrotum and butt were squeaky clean. I'm afraid I ejaculated causing a mess, forcing them to repeat the process! 

Afterwards we got dressed and talked about the day. Sophie wanted to take her mom shopping in a nearby mall. They were looking to buy 'intimates' for this evening and future fun. I didn't want to go shopping and begged off, saying I preferred to watch a ball game on TV. I added I might go out to get a couple of things at the drugstore.

They asked what and offered to buy them as they'd be out already.

I said I preferred to do it myself. Besides, I might get to see that cute young pharmacist, Cathy!

Sophie looked at me in surprise, but then a smile slowly spread across her face.

"You sly old dog! You have the hots for her, don't you?"

Esther asked who this Cathy is.

"She's a pharmacist who works in the local drug store. She's in her upper 20s and is cute and has big boobs and bottom. Oh, she's supposed to be smart, too, right Romeo?"

"Sophie, Cathy is smart and she's 29 and I've never seen her tits or butt, but someday, who knows?"

"Yeah, I bet you hope to do more than just see her body parts!"

"OK, so I want to touch them and hold them and squeeze them and bury my face in them. Can't a man have an ambition in life?"

"What do you need so badly at the pharmacy?"

I replied that I was going to buy condoms so that Sophie had them available at the club for her 'dates' to use during sex. Esther asked if that was truly necessary.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is. I won't stop Sophie, or you for that matter, from indulging in sex with one or more men, but if you ever want me to have sex 'au natural' with you in the future, then they have to wear fresh rubbers during oral, vaginal and anal sex. I want to protect you and me from the possibility of picking up a sexually transmitted disease. By the way, I've already told Sophie that I'll wear condoms in case I find a willing sex partner. And I'll wear them should I end up fucking either of you while we're at that club."

Esther thought about what I had said and decided it was a reasonable precaution to take. Because of her advanced age, she wasn't concerned about STDs with respect to herself, but hadn't considered that others might be adversely impacted.

Mother and daughter got ready to leave for the mall. I put on a light jacket to walk to the pharmacy. Both Sophie and Esther wished me luck with Cathy. I waved and walked out the door.

The pharmacy is a family owned business. The owner is Harry Goldsmith, a man I've known for nearly 40 years. We had attended the same university and ended up sharing a dorm room. He studied chemistry and pharmacology while I majored in economics with a minor in math. We hit it off and became fast friends. Harry built up his business and developed a very loyal clientele. We continue to patronize his small shop even though there was a large health and pharmacy section at the local big box store. Harry gave us excellent service with that intangible personal touch so lacking in large establishments. Neither of his kids wanted to follow in dad's footsteps, so he hired a young, very pretty, very bright registered pharmacist named Cathy Hellmann. She proved to be everything Harry hoped for, customers loved her, she understood their health concerns and needs, and provided invaluable service in offering the option of effective generic products to help the customer save some money over brand name, and to point out potentially hazardous drug-drug interactions that prescribing physicians may not have completely understood. Harry was so pleased with her that when he retired he hoped to transfer the business to her if she so wanted and his children agreed. 

I walked in and saw Cathy stocking the shelves. She looked up when the bell rang as the door opened altering her to a customer. 

"Hi Pete! Haven't seen you in a while. How's the missus?"

Obviously, Cathy and I are on a first-name basis. I really like and admire her.

"Hi Cathy! How's things by you? It seems a shame for such a young beauty to be stuck working on such a glorious Saturday! You ought to be out there making young men's hearts race with lust and old men wish they were young again!"

"You do have a way with words, don't you? You know Pete, flattery like that may get you more than you bargained for! And I hope you don't think of yourself as an old man! I don't think of you like that!"

We'd been flirting like this for most of the two years Cathy had worked for Harry. There was nothing to it, except I know I had more of a swagger after chatting with Cathy than when I came in!

"What can I do for you on this 'glorious Saturday' when I should be out enjoying myself and picking up young men left and right?"

"Well, I didn't say it quite that way, did I? Actually, this is somewhat embarrassing for me to ask a lady, especially a lady young enough to be my daughter."

I hemmed and hawed and found it tough to get the words out.

"You can ask me for almost anything and I'll be glad to help."

I blurted out

"I need to buy condoms and, to be perfectly honest, I don't know what the differences are or if one brand is somehow 'better' than others."

Cathy's eyes sparkled and she let out a chuckle.

"Pete, you need help with condoms? I thought that was something every self-respecting virile male knew almost from the day he entered puberty! Well come with me and I'll show you our display and answer whatever questions you have."

She actually took me by the hand and led me to the right-most aisle of the shop. 

"OK, here are the different condoms we sell. There are plain, meaning without any ribbing or protrusions, that can be pre-lubricated with a gel or 'dry', relying on the woman's secretions to provide the necessary lubrication. Then there are ribbed condoms and those with little bumps along the length of the sleeve. Again, they are mostly pre-lubricated, but some are not."

"Wow! I haven't used a rubber in a very long time and I guess I'm out of touch with all the different choices." 

I looked at Cathy and tried to figure out my next question without offending her. She realized my difficulty and answered the question without it being asked.

"In case you're wondering, women whose male partners use condoms don't all prefer the same thing. In my case I like the ones with the little studs. To me it feels like I'm getting an internal massage while the penis is moving in and out. I get off on that feeling very easily. The ribbed ones can do it too, although the sensation isn't the same, but the plain, unadorned condoms really don't do anything for me. I actually don't care for the pre-lubed ones, instead opting for lots of foreplay to get my natural fluids flowing. Plus, I've found that the lubricant sometimes finds its way inside the sheath and it ruins follow-up oral sex with its nasty taste."

This was way more than I ever expected to know about Cathy. She's sexually active, no surprise there, but her ease at telling me about the options available and her preferences among those options was quite eye-opening. 

She looked me in the eye as she continued

"If you go the 'dry' condom route, you can always get a tube of lubricant and apply it just before penetration. Actually, many women and men consider using one of the commercial products to enhance their experience and it can make something like anal intercourse much easier for her and him. Again, speaking for myself, it helps me in that way quite a lot."

I must have stood there slack-jawed listening to Cathy's revelations about her oral, vaginal and, particularly, anal sex activities. I don't know why, but I had a tough time imagining Cathy doing those things!

"Pete, are you alright? I hope I didn't shock you, but I'm trying to give you as much general and first-hand information as I can to help you make the best choice for you."

"I'm alright, just a little stunned. I shouldn't be because you're a grown woman with your life to lead as you see fit, but I can't help thinking that in different circumstances you could be my daughter! I guess I'm just being silly, huh?"

"Not at all! I actually think that's sweet of you! You don't have children, do you Pete?"

I nodded that I didn't.

"Well, even if I were your daughter, at some point I'd leave the family nest and go out on my own. I'd have boyfriends and girlfriends with whom I'd share different things, including sex. I'd try different things and learn what I liked and didn't like and how I wanted to do them. Then I might get married and perhaps have one or more children. You'd be their grandpa. Over time they'd grow up and repeat the cycle. Right now I'm happy with my life. I'm not tied down to any one person and have the chance to follow those pursuits I choose. Some day that may change, but for now I am how I am."




My Wife and Her Mom: Saturday



For someone so young, I was very impressed with her reasoned approach to life. I smiled at Cathy and told her that I'm happy she's happy and that I was proud to count her as a friend. She smiled back and returned the sentiment.

"Have you made your decision yet?"

I told her I'll take a box of the ribbed and a box of studded condoms and a tube of lubricant. She took the items from the display area and, with a wink in her eye, asked

"You having an orgy or something, Pete?"

I screwed up my courage and replied

"Not me personally, but I'll be at one."

Cathy got the biggest grin and exclaimed

"Well good for you! You're a very nice man and I'm happy for you! I hope you get lucky! But, you realize you're buying 2 boxes each with 13 condoms. I don't know any man able to make use of all of them in one night or even a long weekend unless you're a superman or something. Are you?"

"I wish! I hope to have the chance to use 2 or 3 of these things. The rest are for others."

Cathy then softly asked

"Will your wife be there?"

"Yes, she will. So will her mother. These are meant mostly for them so that their partners don't pass along STDs."

I couldn't believe I was telling this young woman what was to happen and that my wife would very likely be fucking other men in my presence. 

Then, to my great surprise, Cathy asked where this orgy was taking place. I gave her the address and the time. She looked me straight in the eye and in an even voice told me

"I think you should count on getting lucky Pete. And I have a feeling you might need to hold on to more than 2 of these rubbers!"

Then she gave me a great big smile. I couldn't decide if it was angelic or carnal in nature and figured it was a mix of the two.

"I've always liked you Pete. You treat me like an adult and have never patronized me or tried to put the moves on me. Believe me, I wanted you to, but I'm very appreciative you don't see me as just a cute, cuddly fuck toy like a lot of men do. For that I want you Pete, and tonight I intend to have you."

She took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was like a jolt of electricity coursed through my body. She led me to the register and put the items in a paper bag. She said she looked forward to that evening. I reminded her that I hadn't paid and she waved her hand in dismissal and said those things were her treat. I walked out of the pharmacy in a daze. A car going the opposite way passed and a woman shouted at me to 'get a room' or something like that. I looked around and didn't see anything unusual, but then I peeked down and realized I was fully erect with a tent in my pants and an impossible to miss wet stain. It must be pre-cum as I know I didn't ejaculate. I held the bag in front of my crotch and awkwardly walked the rest of the way home. 

I hurried into my house and ran to the bedroom where I stripped off my clothes. I was so worked up by what Cathy had said and suggested that I ended up beating off to the memory. My cumshot was spectacular. Sophie would have loved it because of the force of the stream and the volume of semen produced. After calming down I took a cool shower. I returned to the bedroom, got under the covers and fell asleep. 

The next thing I knew, I felt soft flesh on either side of me. I opened my eyes and looked left to see a naked Sophie and to my right a naked Esther. They caressed my body with their hands, mouths, breasts, legs and butts. It didn't take long before I entered their bodies with the result we three had very satisfying climaxes. 

I looked at the clock and it showed 3:55 PM. Sophie suggested we get cleaned up and have something to eat before heading for the club. She asked If I'd purchased condoms. I said I did and that there were plenty for us to use. She then asked if Cathy was at the shop and if I had fun flirting with her. I said she was and I did and that Cathy had flirted back and it made me feel 20 years younger.

After we ate, we took showers and got dressed to go out. Sophie asked me again if I was OK to go and said if I wasn't we'd do something else. She reminded me that if we did go she intended on having sex with Steve and Will and perhaps another man or two and that her mom wanted to get fucked like a dirty old whore. If that would cause me too much pain, we'd stay home and that would be the end of it. It was only then she made the connection to the dream I described where I captained a ship that had destroyed two mortal enemies, one long and not too wide, the other short but thick. She understood my enemies were Steve's and Will's penises that Sophie so wanted to try. Well, she thought, 

"After I have them my curiosity will be satisfied and Pete's cock will be plenty good for me".

I replied that we'll go and that she and Esther should have fun. I didn't want them hating me for taking away the chance to have these new experiences. Besides, I might get lucky as well!

Sophie looked at me funny, because this was a big shift in my attitude, even from a few hours ago. She wasn't sure what had caused the change but was glad I seemed open to participating. 

At 5:30 we left the house and drove to the address Sophie had provided where new adventures awaited us all.



My Wife and Her Mom: Wife's Secret



Previously I chronicled a request made by my wife Sophie to 'help' her mom get over the death of her husband, George. That in itself was not unreasonable; Esther (my mother) and I got along pretty well and Sophie did care for her mom's well-being. No, it was how Sophie wanted me to 'help' Esther - by sleeping with her to remind her she is a vibrant woman with a lot left to offer.

To make a long story short, I thought about this long and hard, because the method was unusual to say the least, and I didn't want anything to jeopardize my marriage to Sophie. Sophie assured me it was her idea and she would appreciate it if I could help her mom get out of her funk. Then as a way of assuring me of her honest intentions, she began performing sex acts that I really like, but she doesn't , such as taking my cum in her mouth and swallowing it and letting me fuck her in the ass. The former was great, but the latter was unexpected. We'd done it a handful of times while dating 23 years ago, but since then every time I tried to snuggle into her tush she complained I was too big and it hurt. My cock is 6 3/4 inches at its most stiff. It isn't a pencil dick, but it isn't an eggplant either. But she suddenly allowed, and even encouraged me, to penetrate her butthole. I couldn't help but wonder why the sudden change in attitude. I found out soon enough. 

We were home drinking wine. I asked Sophie why she was in the mood for anal sex these days. I used to always ask, actually beg, for it and she had always said 'No', but now it was like she couldn't get enough. Sophie drank way more wine than usual and she was quite tipsy and her speech was slurred. 

"Ya wanna know why I let ya fuck me in the ass, right? OK, Pete ol' buddy, I'll tell ya. I had some practice with a friend! Whaddya think of that, huh!"

It was like being hit in the face with a brick. Was Sophie admitting to an affair (or more than one?) where she allowed some other man's (or mens') cock(s) into the anus that for years she denied me? Had she blown these unknown cocks until they exploded in her mouth? I looked at Sophie. She drank more wine and continued

"In fact, I think I'm getting out of practice lately. It may be time for a booster session. Wanna watch me do it? Come with me and I know you'll like what you see!"

Sophie was asking me to join her and watch her accept someone in her butt, or mouth, or cunt, or maybe all three. I couldn't believe her nerve! And yet, drunk as she was and as hurt as I felt, there was something hypnotic in her facial expression and voice that make it damn near impossible to refuse. I stood up to leave but then my mouth said things my brains told it not to

" I don't know if I can! I'm afraid of what I'll see. Maybe it's better off if I don't know!"

But Sophie had lived with me for more than 22 years and she knew me better than I knew myself. She assured me I'd love it. At first I'd only watch, but then after a while, maybe I'd want to join in! She

swallowed her wine and looked at my half-full glass. She asked if she could have it and I waved my hand to take it. 

Sophie was pretty drunk but I was the one with a massive headache. I tried to make sense of what she had just told me. But before I got too deep into thought, she unexpectedly yanked down my pants and BVDs and looked with lust at my cock.

"Come to Mamma! I want your cum, NOW!" she demanded.

My dick disappeared into her mouth. Her sucking was intense and sloppy and I got very hard in spite of my conflicted emotions. Soon I was bucking my hips trying to force it down her throat. Sophie's eyes were closed and she let out sounds of pure delight. My dick was more completely in her mouth than I could recall. I guess getting it in the ass wasn't the only 'training' she was receiving! But in spite of this, I felt my balls tighten in preparation for release. And then it happened, my cock exploded in streamers of hot sticky spunk directly into my wife's mouth. She moaned louder and sucked me hard to tease out every drop. When I had no more to give she let me plop out of her mouth. Sophie tilted her head to look up at me and opened her jaws to show me the pool of spunk I had deposited. Then she swallowed with a loud gulp.

She licked her lips and said

"Mmmm, that was tasty. I hope you have lots more! Do you know I came just now without you or me touching my cunny? I didn't know I could do that!"

I just staggered to the couch and fell in. Sophie sat next to me and began stroking my wilting cock. In no time flat it was hard again and I shot a fresh load of cum onto her fingers. Sophie eagerly lapped it up before telling me

"I'm going for a session tomorrow. I want you to be there. You may be shocked and surprised and maybe disappointed in me, but I know in the end you'll love it! After all, we can't be keeping secrets between us!"

She repeated to herself

"In the end"

and started laughing out loud.

With that she skipped like a young girl into our bedroom. Soon I heard gasps and other sounds coming from there. I went over to see what was going on. There was Sophie on the bed with her legs wide open furiously fingering herself into a gigantic orgasm. That was another thing she never let me watch. I was learning a lot about my wife of 22 years. My mind was reeling from all these revelations and I thought I'd be better off sleeping on the couch that night, assuming I could sleep at all!

It was morning. My head throbbed. I barely slept, imagining one, two, maybe a hundred or a thousand strange men having their way with my wife. And in my mind's eye I watched them dumped load after load of spunk into her mouth, cunt and asshole. And each time Sophie made sure I witnessed every detail. And she laughed and the men laughed and I was the butt of their not-so-private joke. 

Sophie padded into the living room. She asked why I hadn't come to bed and mumbled something about feeling like death. Before I could answer she wandered into the kitchen and poured herself a cup of strong black coffee. She returned to the living room and sat beside me. 

"I guess I shocked you last night. I didn't mean to, but now that it's out I think we should consider the present and future. I really meant what I said when I asked you to stop by and see what's been helping me enjoy the kind of sex you want. I hope you do. I'll be there no later than 5:30. I'll leave you the address. Please come. You won't be sorry!"

Sophie left the room and soon I heard the shower running followed by her getting dressed for work. She walked to me and handed me a slip of paper. Then she kissed me.

"5:30, don't forget!"

With that she was out the door.

I opened the paper and saw a street address with no name and no phone number. I wondered if I should go to work or stay home. I felt like shit, but the realization I'd have the whole day to let my imagination run wild seemed the worse choice. I showered and shaved and got dressed. Then I went to my office. 

Mercifully the day was busy and I had little time to fret about what might happen that evening. At 5:00 I got ready to leave. I wished my secretary a good night and walked out into an uncertain life. 

I looked again at the slip of paper; 

3134 Timmons Street. 

That was where I was to go and watch Sophie do whatever she did with who knows who for who knows how long. It was a four mile drive and I pulled into the lot just at 5:25. About two dozen other cars were already there. I didn't see Sophie's car, so she might not have arrived or maybe she parked somewhere else. The building had no windows and appeared to be a warehouse. I noticed a single door and headed for it. I knocked but got no response. I turned the handle and pushed the door open. I stepped in. It was very dark, with occasional bare bulbs giving off weak illumination. As I went further inside I began to hear music and peoples' voices. My mind told me to turn around and go home, that there was nothing here I needed to see, but my legs propelled me forward where I learned

My Wife's Secret

Soon I came to a door on my left. The music and voices were behind it. I walked into the new room and saw a number of people in various states of undress mingling. Some were chatting, others were having drinks at the bar and still others were engaged in different forms of sex. I carefully looked around the room and didn't see Sophie. I was about to leave when I spotted another door in the back of the room. I headed toward it, bumping into women and men until I reached my destination. I put my ear to the door and heard a female voice. It was Sophie's! I couldn't help myself, much as I didn't want to I just had to know what she was doing! 

I quietly opened the door and peered in. At first I didn't see Sophie, but I followed the voice and found her on a mat completely naked, her arms, head and tits flat on the floor and her ass way up in the air. She was getting fucked from behind! I was in complete shock! I watched in a trance. Then I heard

"Pete, you're here! I knew you couldn't stay away! Come on in and meet my friend!"

I walked in. I had no control over my actions. 

I just watched as Sophie got fucked from behind by a guy with a really thick cock. I got a little closer, still unable to believe my eyes.

"Sophie?"

She had a huge grin when she looked at me. Then her face contorted and she let out a loud, primal moan. Her fucker thrust in faster and harder and Sophie responded with "Ughs" and "Ohs" ending with an "AAAAAAH!"

Then all was quiet. After a minute Sophie looked over at me and asked if I enjoyed the show. Then she invited me to

"Come and meet Ronnie."

She actually wanted me to get to know the man who had just fucked her to a very deep orgasm! And, as before, my legs moved me toward them even as my mind silently screamed "NO!".

I stopped about 2 feet from Ronnie. He was a bit shorter than me. Unlike Sophie, Ronnie wore a flannel shirt and pants. I looked down and couldn't believe what I saw -- that cock was still hard and it was planted deep in Sophie's butt!

Sophie saw my confused look and laughed. Then she wiggled forward and the dick plopped out of her rectum. It wasn't a real cock, it was a large strap-on dildo! Then Ronnie said 

"Hi Pete, I'm Rhonda, Ronnie to my friends. I'm pleased to meet you! Sophie's told me so much about you. I feel like I've known you forever!"

That wasn't a man's voice! I took a good look at Ronnie and only then realized that he was really a she!

A wave of relief came over me.

"Hi Ronnie. Forgive my confusion, but I was certain you were a man and I was deciding whether to beat you up here or ambush you in the parking lot and beat you to within an inch of your life!"

She gave a laugh and replied

"Yeah, I can see how you might make that mistake. But as you can see I'm 100% woman."

I asked my wife

"Sophie, is Ronnie your lover? Are you gay or maybe bi? I didn't know, but it's OK if you are!"

Sophie answered 

"No Pete, I'm not gay or bi, well maybe a tiny bit bi, but then neither is Ronnie. She has certain needs and I wanted to please you, so we came up with an arrangement where Ronnie acts out her frustrations and I become accustomed to having a long, hard thing in my butt."

As she said that, she grabbed the crotch of my pants and gave a squeeze. I asked Sophie

"What is this place? I saw lots of people screwing out in the main room. Since you say you're not gay or bi, does that mean you've been having sex with other men?"

She answered

"First, this is a club where members can act out fantasies and experiment with new and unfamiliar things of a sexual nature. The prime rule is no one gets physically or emotionally hurt. In my case, you've been begging to fuck my ass, but I was always afraid. Those times we did do it my butt felt like you were tearing it apart. Your dick may not be the longest, but it's thicker than most and that was the problem. After we had anal sex my butt burned and hurt for days. But I love you and truly want to give you my ass while somehow avoiding the pain. I just couldn't figure out how.

Then one day I met Ronnie. We work for different companies in the same building. She and I came into the cafeteria at the same time for lunch. It was very busy and we ended up sharing a table. We started chatting and hit it off very quickly. At first we talked about work, but our conversations soon included things of a more personal nature. For example, Rhonda has a nasty boss who desperately wants to get in her pants. He massages her shoulders and coos sweet nothings in her ear and has her join him on out of town business trips , trying to convince her to share a room with him. She always refuses but his persistent pressure has weakened her resolve. Ronnie feels trapped because her job is really interesting with opportunity for advancement and a fantastic salary and great bennies. She hates her boss, but can't get a transfer to another area and she knows she'll never have another job as good with another company.

Then Ronnie heard from a friend about a group which allows people to act on their feelings and needs. She was intrigued but afraid to try it alone. Eventually I told her about your desire to do me in the ass and my reluctance to let you. Ronnie saw the opportunity for mutual assistance. She wanted to act out against her boss and I wanted to feel comfortable with a cock in my ass. The solution was simple; she'd dress like a man and fuck me in the ass with a strap-on dildo. I agreed to try and it was one of the best decisions of my life! Since Ronnie's a woman, she's more sensitive to a woman's emotional state and understands when I say 'Stop' I mean 'Stop'. She gets to fantasize about literally fucking her boss in the ass and I get experience being fucked in the ass. The dildo is smooth so it slides in easily. It's a little thicker than your cock, so when you fuck me you feel comfortable. Ronnie and I think we have a 'Win-win' situation. I hope you're willing to make it 'Win-win-win'."

"So you've never done a real guy here or anywhere else?"

"No, but I admit to being tempted. You saw there were a good number of men displaying their penises. I have to admit some of them look mighty interesting, but during our marriage I've never had another man inside me."

At that precise moment a naked man entered the room. He was sweaty and a single droplet of cum dangled from his cock. 

"Oh, hi! I'm Jack, Ronnie's husband. I bet you're Pete. Welcome to our club!"

I returned his greeting and looked at Sophie and Rhonda. I'm sure I looked like Mr. Spock when faced with something unexpected, i.e. my eyebrows were raised.

Rhonda asked Jack if he had had enough. He replied he was almost done except for sex with his wife. Ronnie stripped naked (nice body, small tits, ass and thighs with too little meat for my taste, but nice, nonetheless!) and squatted down. She lifted Jack's cock and licked the droplet of sperm from the tip. Then she engulfed it and sucked like her life depended on it. Sophie and I watched in fascination. After a minute or two of oral sex, Ronnie got on her hands and knees and offered Jack his choice of hole. Jack looked at us with a leer. He got on his knees and sidled up to Ronnie's bottom. He smeared spit on his cock and drove it deep into her cunt in a single movement. Ronnie just gasped. Almost at once Jack began plowing in and out of his wife's pussy and she moved backwards and forwards, so that as he moved in she moved back allowing for maximum penetration. 

It took maybe a minute before Jack howled and Ronnie gave out a loud grunt. Jack was ejaculating into his wife's cunt! He finished cumming and moved away from her. Ronnie recovered from her orgasm and lifted herself to a kneeling position with her legs apart. Then Sophie did something I didn't foresee. She got on her back and positioned herself such that her lips were directly underneath Ronnie's cunt. In seconds Jack's cum began dripping from Ronnie's sex into Sophie's waiting mouth. And Sophie took it all! 

At last she moved back toward me and said

"This is the closest I've ever been to having actual sex with a man. Are you angry with me?" 

Surprisingly, I wasn't.

Eventually Sophie, Ronnie, and Jack washed up and got dressed. They joined me in the main room. Jack was a bit hesitant when he said

"Pete, I hope you understand I think your wife is a wonderful lady. She's really sexy, but even more impressive is the way she won't do anything with me or any other man, though we pleaded with her to. She said she wouldn't ever consent unless you were there and gave us all permission. Speaking as a selfish and very horny man, I hope one day soon you will!"

I said I'd think about it but if I did Sophie would have to be consent to one or two things I might want to try. Sophie looked at me and with an impish smile said we'd talk about it.

The four of us had a drink and left the premises together. I drove Sophie to her car, parked a couple of blocks away. Jack and Ronnie drove away together. I waited for Sophie to get her car in gear and we arrived home seconds apart. 

Once inside I admitted I was shocked that Sophie ate Jack's sperm from Rhonda's cunt. I guess technically it wasn't cheating, but it seemed pretty close. Sophie said she had to learn how to accept cum in her mouth to enjoy the taste and texture. If she let me cum in her mouth and didn't like it, she might spit it out and that would hurt my feelings. This way she learned to take it in a non-threatening environment and it worked because she's happily accepted my sperm many times over. 

"So I suppose everything that went on in there was for our mutual benefit, yours and mine, right?"

"Of course, dear!"

She kissed me and whispered that she had forgotten to put on panties back at the club and she was all wet. What did I think we should do about that?

I did the only honorable thing, I ate her out for a good long time (she later said she'd had 3 orgasms), then I fucked her from fore and aft. We went to bed quite satisfied. As we nestled under the covers, Sophie let out that her mom wants to visit again next month and she wants to go to the club. 

"Your mom knows about that place and what goes on?"

"I told her last week. Mom said it sounded like a great place to meet men and get laid with no strings attached."

How about that, Esther was a senior aged cougar on the prowl for cock! I hoped she had time for sex with her favorite son, too!

It was like Sophie read my mind

"Mom said she wants to fuck your brains out. She actually said it just like that! You know what, maybe mom and I will take turns with your dick and see which one of us makes you cry 'Uncle'! You up for that big boy?"

Sophie took hold of my cock and jerked me off to a very happy ending for both of us. She smeared my cum over my chest and snuggled closer. We fell asleep like that and had pleasant dreams. I dreamed about Esther's next visit and a family trip to the club.



My Wife and Her Mom



"That was great!"

Esther and I laughed! She moved to my chair and I wrapped my arms around her. My fingers lightly strummed her nipples. 

"I see you two had some fun and didn't invite me! I'm hurt!"

Esther froze. That was her daughter's voice! How could she have allowed herself to get in such a position.

Before Esther could say anything, Sophie continued

"Pete's got a great cock, doesn't he mom? I really do hope you enjoyed it. I asked him to seduce you because I was sure you were giving up on life. You're have a lot to offer and any man would be more than happy to be with you! Isn't that right, Pete?"

"I couldn't have said it better! Esther, don't be angry with us. Sophie is concerned about you. She asked me to help by reminding you that you are a vibrant and sexy woman."

Esther sat there taking it all in. She still felt guilty, but maybe a little less so. 

We all went inside and sat there, still naked, discussing the night's events and how we could all move forward. Sophie assured her mom she had nothing to be ashamed of and, looking me in the eye, told her mom if she ever felt lonely to stop by and I'd 'help her' again. Esther looked at me for assurance and I nodded my head. We eanded up taking showers, and then went out for breakfast.

The rest of Esther's visit went like a blur. She and I had sex several more times and Sophie and I had the best sex we'd had in years. 

Eventually Esther went home. Things quieted down around the house. Sophie was happy that a spark had returned to her mom's life. She and I continued to have a great love life, although anal sex was becoming a little less frequent and she wasn't as eager to swallow my cum. I waited until one night after sharing a couple of bottles of wine. Sophie happened to do most of the drinking. She was in a very mellow mood and I figured it was time to ask her about these nagging suspicions I had.

"Sophie, remember before your mom came for her visit how you turned into an almost insatiable sex machine? You let me fuck your butt at least 6 times and you seemed to enjoy it a whole lot. In fact, my dick slid in very easily even though you always said it was too big. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

She looked at me and giggled.

"I wondered if you noticed. Stick your fingers in my cunt and get ready for 'True Confessions'!" 

She giggled some more and started talking. There was a lot to take in and digest. But I'll save it for another time.



My Wife and Her Mother



When I met Caroline, I fell in lust with her before I fell in love with her. She was dressed in high heels, nylons, a tight skirt which finished above the knee and a tight, low-cut knitted top. Caroline has large beasts, her tummy pleasantly rounded, but her best feature of all is her beautiful, big bum and thighs. 

When I met her mother, I saw instantly where she got it all from. Dorothy was built exactly the same way, but slightly taller and with a larger tummy. Like her daughter, Dorothy's bum and thighs were magnificent, She dressed less formally, usually in loose fitting summer dresses but nearly always with tan-coloured nylons and high heeled shoes.

Caroline was still living with her parents when I met her, but they were relaxed about me spending time there including staying overnight in Caroline's room. What became apparent was that they were relaxed about plenty of other things too. 

My relationship with Caroline developed quickly and passionately as we explored each others' preferences. Her large build and elegant dress sense were a huge turn-on for me, and I delighted in taking off her outer clothes and exploring her large body through ample bras, deep suspender belts which covered her round tummy, and best of all, nylon stockings which came very high up her big white thighs. 

What I learned quickly about Caroline was that she was unable to achieve orgasm with a man's penis inside her, instead preferring stimulation to her nipples and clitoris. I would do this as a prelude to intercourse, either with my fingers or with my tongue. Also, she liked to finger herself to a cumshot while I watched, sometimes urging her on with the use of language and sexual swear words which she loved. Often while masturbating, she liked me to tell her sexual stories about previous lovers, taking particular delight when I related tales of my sexual relationship with a former landlady and her husband, both 44 years my senior.

Our sex was lust-filled, erotic and often frantic. The best part for me was that foreplay was like acting out a fantasy while making her cum her spunk. Each of her orgasms lasted for ages, during which she was loud and vocal, either crying out loudly or shouting dirty words like "fuck me, I'm coming, fuck me, fuck me, you dirty cunt, I'm doing it now, right now in your mouth..."

After this, she was so well lubricated that I always slipped easily inside her and fucked my cock up her dirty hole until I unloaded my own filth inside her big belly. During my cumshot, she would sometimes use the same sort of foul language to me to heighten the intensity of my cum. On some occasions, when she chose to masturbate herself in front of me, I would take my cock in my hand and wank it up and down while watching her. Very often I couldn't hold on and the sight of her big tits wobbling, her nipples being rubbed and tweaked, her big bum and fat thighs, and her middle finger wanking away side-to-side on her clit was all I could bear, and as she brought herself to climax I would shoot my filthy blobs over her vagina, her wanking hand, her stocking tops and her fat thighs.

Despite having all the erotic sex I could manage, I remember being transfixed by her mother's bum, tits and legs. She was more than 50 years old, and as she was a big lady, when she sat in her armchair in the drawing room, she would have her legs wide apart, forced open by her ample thighs as larger ladies sometimes do. This gave the casual observer a magnificent view of her stocking tops, a glimpse of thigh and sometimes even the gusset of her knickers. She was perfectly aware of this, and jokingly told me I was a pervert and that I shouldn't be looking up there. This was said jovially, often while Caroline and other family members were in the room, much to everyone's hilarity. What they didn't know is that in stealing a glimpse of Dorothy's forbidden up-skirt, I was fuelling a fantasy which I thought about during masturbation.

In this relaxed atmosphere, I mockingly called Dorothy 'mum' as Caroline did, and over time it stuck to the extent that I hardly ever used her Christian name, choosing instead to call her mum as if she were my own mother.

Over the coming months, a few things happened which only added to the heady sexual atmosphere when Dorothy was around. Firstly, I went to the family bathroom one afternoon for a pee, but as I opened the door, I saw Dorothy lying down in the bath rinsing her hair in the water. Her eyes were closed and her ears were under the water line and she had no idea I was there. I froze for a few seconds before backing out through the door, but in the time I was looking I had a very vivid picture. Dorothy's legs were bent at the knee, and wide apart, and as she lay back her pelvis was thrust upwards to the top of the water. I got an uninterrupted view of her hairy cunt stretched wide open and the pink inner lips swollen in between, much like Caroline's are after masturbation. Dorothy's huge tits were flattened by her posture, and were flopped down to the sides of her big chest and looked to be floating on the surface of the water. My abiding memory was her enormous, flabby thighs parted with her knees bent as she lay there massaging her hair.

I closed the door behind me and said nothing to anyone about it, but secretly my wank-fantasy had been fuelled again, and while I fucked Caroline later that night I pretended it was Dorothy spread out under me. It was too much to bear, and I started to cum up to my cumshot immediately. As I did so, I looked Caroline in the eye, and pretending I was speaking to Dorothy, said "I'm spunking up you, you dirty fat cunt". I had never had a cum which had lasted such a long time or produced so much filthy sperm. As I fucked my cock in and out of Caroline's cunt slit I could feel the cumshot running out of her fuck-hole and down over my balls and her bum hole onto the bed. 

After we finished, Caroline commented that I was getting more and more adventurous in bed, and that I shouldn't stop as she enjoyed it as much I did.

Another thing that happened was one night after a party for a friend of ours in the local pub, Caroline and her dad decided to walk home at about midnight. I told them I wanted to stay and talk to some friends, and unbeknown to me Dorothy had stayed behind as well and was talking to the couple who lived next door to them. Their names were Brian and Leslie, and she was quite tall, well built and 'statuesque'. Brian was shorter, balding but well built and very outgoing. Over the months I'd come to know them quite well, as they socialised with Dorothy and Jim, Caroline's father, on a regular basis.

Eventually, I set off on the 10 minute walk to Dorothy and Jim's house to join my beloved Caroline in bed. As I approached the house, I could see two people in the driveway at the side of the house near the back door. They were hidden from the road, but as I walked up the drive I could see that it was Dorothy with Brian from next door, and they were locked in a passionate embrace. She was leaning against the side wall of the house, he was leaning against her kissing her fully on the open mouth, and at the same time, his hand was up her dress rubbing her through her knickers. Her large legs were open as wide as they'd go to allow him access, and he was rubbing his groin against her fat thigh.

I froze, eyes wide open, not knowing whether to proceed, withdraw, cough to announce my presence or just stand and watch. After only a few seconds, Dorothy noticed me, stopped kissing, pushed Brian's hand out from under her dress, and simply said "Hello, you're back soon."

They straightened their clothing, and Dorothy gave Brian a peck on the cheek, said goodnight, took my arm and led me to the back door. I was in shock and had still said nothing. As we went inside, to my surprise, Caroline was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, so I said hello and sat down not really knowing what to do next. Eventually, I managed to say "where's your dad?" and Caroline replied that he was next door with Leslie!

I could hardly believe what was going on, but at the same time I was jealous that Brian had managed to kiss Dorothy, the object of my fantasy, and not only that but he'd got his hand up her dress to rub her cunt area through her big knickers. And now Caroline's dad was doing god-knows-what with Leslie from next door -- this was all too much! After a few minutes, Jim came in through the back door and kissed Dorothy as if nothing had happened. They said goodnight to Caroline and me and headed off upstairs to bed. After this, nothing at all was ever said by anyone about the incident.

The other truly bizarre thing which happened at around that time was one Sunday afternoon after we'd all been to the pub and had lunch and were sitting around the kitchen table in Dorothy and Jim's house. Jim was out, but Caroline and I were there with Caroline's sister and brother.

Like the rest of us, Dorothy had consumed a few drinks over lunch and the usual silly talk was coming freely from us all. Caroline's sister told us she'd been to a saucy undies party run by a friend of hers, and that she'd bought some erotic lingerie for the bedroom, and a vibrator! We were all fairly stunned, not by what she'd bought but by the fact that she'd chosen to tell us! But that was nothing compared to the amazement when Dorothy told us she had two vibrators! One was an old black and gold one which she and Jim had bought in a sex shop in town, and the other was a recent purchase from a similar naughty-knickers party and was in white plastic, the end of which went up and down as it vibrated. The description left most of us stunned but amused, and Dorothy couldn't understand why we were so shocked. With that, she got up from the table, went upstairs and returned a few moments later with the white vibrator in her hand and passed it round the table for us to inspect!

The girls were interested in the length, girth and the vibrating and thrusting motion that it made, but Caroline's brother and I were just too embarrassed to join in. Eventually, I took the vibrator and studied it closely, secretly hoping to find some signs that it might have recently been up inside Dorothy's cunt hole. I saw nothing, and handed it over, but agonised over wanting to smell it for traces of her vaginal aroma, and even to lick it to see if there was any cunt residue from its last wank-off session.

Later that day, I went to bed with Caroline and in a frenzy, tore the clothes from us both, and with no ceremony threw her on her back on the bed, climbed between her fat legs and fucked my prick quickly and harshly up her stinky slot. As soon as it was inside, I looked into Caroline's eyes and said "Your mother showed us her plastic cock...". With that, my sticky white filth spunked up out of my cock deeply into Caroline's fuck hole, jet after jet squirting up into her belly as I jabbed it hard in and out of her vagina.

Out of breath, I rolled off and told her I was sorry it was so quick. She replied that it was OK, but was surprised I had been so turned on by her mothers sex-toy. I was embarrassed and said nothing, but Caroline looked at me suspiciously and said "You don't fancy my mother do you?".

I denied that I did and pretended to be shocked at the question, but Caroline wasn't fooled. She took my penis in her hand and said "I know what my mother's like in that department, I don't mind you fantasising about her or trying to get glimpses of her knickers, but just make sure you save your prick for me. I said nothing, but just held her tightly and we both went to sleep.

Within two years, Caroline and I were married and had bought a house about 10 miles from Dorothy and Jim. We went over for Sunday lunch one day with the other family members and were told by Dorothy that Jim was to retire early and that she and Jim would be selling the house and emigrating to France. Having got over the surprise, we offered our congratulations and quickly moved on to practicalities. We offered them a room in our house if they sold up before their house in France was available, and sure enough within 2 months they had their furniture in storage and had moved in with us. 

It was relatively straight forward with them being there, and the big advantage came with me re-kindling my sexual fantasies by gazing longingly at Dorothy's big, deep cleavage, her high hemlines, her high heels, nylons, her muscular calves and her big bottom and thighs. She would always sit in her accustomed pose, legs apart affording the view I'd first seen more than two years ago. 

My wanks were dominated by fantasies of doing what Brian had done that night, with his tongue in her mouth and his fingers wanking her on her knicker-covered slot. Or of her fucking her own cunt hole with her big vibrator, sometimes with her smaller one lubricated and nudging up at her big bum hole as she fingered her clitty just as Caroline did. When I imagined Dorothy coming to a loud and vulgar climax, I always shot my own load, usually uttering filthy words to heighten the pleasure.

At bed time, Dorothy sometimes changed into a t-shirt-style nightie which was terribly short, and which when seated allowed me to see the full extent of her knicker gusset stretched tightly over her gaping cunt, the outline of which I could see clearly through the material. Black pubic hairs poked out in abundance from both sides of her gusset betraying the unshaven bush beneath. 

My wank fantasies were supplemented by my recommencing an activity I'd not done since I was a lodger in a North London house. I would look in the laundry basket for Dorothy's worn and soiled knickers and lick and suck the gusset while wanking myself off furiously. The heady aroma and acidic taste were fantastic as I imagined I was sucking the cum juice out of Dorothy's hairy cunt hole, or lapping away at her clit while fingering her cunt and bum holes to bring her off to her spunk as she bucked and writhed on the bed. I would finish by pumping my thick dollops of sperm into the gusset while uttering filthy swear words which in my imagination were directed to Dorothy -- "you dirty fat old cunt, I'm spunking it all out into your dirty cunt hole, you dirty fat bitch, you old cunt, fat old slag full of men's sperm you filthy fat old fucker..."

The knickers, often with stockings included, were replaced in the laundry basket with my filthy, smelly cumload in the gusset.

It transpired that Dorothy and Jim moved to France, but within two years Jim tragically died of a heart attack, after which Dorothy sold up and moved back to England to be near her family. Naturally, we offered a room to her while she got her affairs straight and she moved back into the room she's shared with Jim before. In the event, she stayed with us for almost two years as she got things sorted out for herself.

She got over Jim's death remarkably quickly, and re-made old friendships with people she'd left behind when emigrating, but she told me that being on her own left her feeling left out when all her old friends were in couples. As time wore on, she started to dress in her previous inimitable fashion with heavy make-up, tarty-looking tight jumpers stretched over her massive breasts, acres of cleavage on display, tight skirts, nylons and high heels. Alternatively, it was short summer dresses with low-cut fronts showing off her bra and breast flesh for all to see. I was convinced she would soon hook up with some gentleman suitor, but she never did, she just enjoyed dressing up and going out for a good time. She was nearly sixty and more than 30 years older than me, but I had soon re-discovered my fantasy world of sneaky glimpses of her underwear, wanks and spunk shots into her knickers, and fucking it up my wife while imagining I was doing it to Dorothy.

Since the very early days I had called Dorothy 'mum', and still did so, but one day she asked me about it and started a peculiar conversation with me that left me absolutely reeling.

Caroline was out for the evening, and Dorothy chose the moment to ask why I called her mum, so I explained how it started, and that it was a term of affection. She then stunned me by asking something else entirely -- "why is it that you enjoy looking up at my knickers, and down my cleavage?"

I froze and went cold -- of course there's no reason she wouldn't have noticed me looking but to just come out with it like that put me in an excruciating position. I attempted to explain it away "Well," I started, "how could I ignore a beautiful woman like you in such close personal proximity" I said laughing nervously. Secretly my mouth was dry and I was trembling. 

She went further "If you enjoy looking at me sexually, it's OK, we're both adults and it's a free country, I just find it odd that you look at me sexually but still call me 'mum.'"

I hadn't looked at things this way before, and she'd really caught me without explanation. Put the way she put it, it did seem odd, and it suddenly felt as though my sex fantasies had, for years, been somewhat incestuous. I said nothing, but got up to go to the kitchen, and stood at the sink absent-mindedly drying dishes as I thought about what she'd said. Suddenly, Dorothy appeared behind me and I turned round to tell her I couldn't really explain it. I didn't get the chance. Instead, she came close to me and put her finger up to my lips to silence me.

She spoke softly "It's alright, you don't have to say anything, I think it's nice -- it's a real compliment to an old lady"

As she stood close to me, I could smell her heady perfume, and looking down I could see her big cleavage and her enormous bra. Her breasts and belly were pushing against me and I felt a strong erection rise involuntarily in my trousers and press back against her. 

"What are you looking at down there, you dirty boy?" she asked smiling, not really expecting an answer. She went on "I think it's sweet that you call me mum, and I don't mind if you fancy me, but I'm only human..." She left that hanging on the air for me to draw my own conclusion as she put her head down on my chest and wrapped her arms around me. I responded by holding her and giving her a reassuring cuddle, and eventually she pulled away we moved apart.

Dorothy turned to walk away but hesitated and said "Sometimes, I can hear you and Caroline in bed at night," and continued with "I can hear the dirty words you both say to make each other cum." Well, that was it, my embarrassment was complete, and I gave up being humble.

"Dorothy I don't know what to say, you must be outraged that I should talk to your daughter that way."

"No, silly, It's a real turn on for me," she said. "Jim and I used to do the same, it always finished him off when I used to talk dirty." She continued "While we're confessing, I know how much you like to come in my panties in the laundry basket, I always know when I come to wash them. That's a real compliment too, you know."

I simply looked at her, apologised for my behaviour and made to leave the room. As I walked past her, she took my arm to stop me and put her hand straight to my groin. "There," she said, "Now we both have something to be embarrassed about, don't we!"

We went to sit down in the drawing room, me on the sofa and her in her armchair, and we talked openly and without inhibition about our respective lives. I confessed to my attraction to her large, curvaceous body and sexy undies and she told me she had long since held the desire to go to bed with me, and that my calling her mum only served to heighten her sexual arousal at the prospect. 

As she sat in her armchair opposite me in her usual pose, I could see her tan-coloured stocking tops, a large area of white thigh and the gusset of a pair of big white knickers. She smiled as I looked up her skirt, and she teasingly raised the hem and opened her legs further to give me a better look. "I know you like to see that, you dirty little boy," she said, "It's OK, you can look all you like, I enjoy it too."




My Wife and Her Mother



"Oh, mum", I managed, and sank to my knees on the floor in front of her, placing my hands on her big stocking-covered thighs. She smiled and whispered words of encouragement.

"That's it you naughty little boy, touch mummy's stockings down there, touch me up you dirty little boy."

This was heaven, the culmination of years and years of fantasising about it were about to come true. I explored higher and put my fingers gently on the cunt of her white cotton panties. I could feel her dampness coming through the gusset, and I could smell the aroma of her cunt that was so familiar from my laundry-basket wanks in the bathroom.

She moved her large bottom to the edge of the armchair as she sank lower into it, and wrapped her fat legs around my waist. I fumbled to open my trousers and let my cock spring out while she reached down and pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side to show me her dirty fat cunt covered in a thick bush of long black hair. My cock popped straight into her cunt hole and I leaned forward into her, kissing her fully on her open mouth. My left hand went to her giant tits where, through her substantial bra, I could feel very large nipples standing up like bullets under my fingers. She started to speak.

"Ooh, that's it my dirty little boy, give me a naughty fuck, fuck it in me harder you dirty little boy."

I required very little encouragement, and being unable to hold it back the situation overwhelmed me. "Mummy, can I come in your cunt please?" I said meekly. I needed no reply, as my sperm load was already shooting off inside her dirty fuck hole. Squirt after squirt was shooting off up her old cunt as she spread her fat legs open for me, high heels pointing upwards. All my dirty dollops had blobbed off into her wet vagina, and I sank down onto her substantial belly and chest in a state of emotional exhaustion.

I kissed her fully with open mouth and tongue for several minutes, and eventually stood up and pulled my things up over my limp cock. She stood up too, straightened her clothes, took my hand and led me to my own bedroom. Without a word, she undressed me, lay me down on the bed and cleaned my cock of its spunky residue with a tissue, taking very loving care over the operation. When finished, she took her jumper off over her head, removed her necklace and bracelets, then unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She took down her silk underskirt and reached behind herself to unclip her huge bra which too fell to the floor. She stood in front of me with her enormous breasts sagging down towards her belly, and her white panties over a black suspender-girdle which stretched tightly over her big tummy. Her tan-coloured nylons were old-fashioned and finished high up her big, fat thighs which bulged out over the stocking tops.

She slipped off her high heels and pulled down her knickers to reveal her cum-filled vagina with its substantial bushy covering of black hair. She knelt on the floor beside me as I lay on my back on the bed watching her, unable to remove my gaze from her big, sexy body. She took my penis in my hand and gently wanked the floppy cock up and down and began to speak.

"Now then, my dirty little boy, what would you like mummy to do to you, hmm? I'm feeling very randy and I've not had a cum yet, I wonder if that's something you could help me do? What does my little boy think?"

I only managed "Yes mummy, anything you want." She continued to wank me gently up and down and said "This must be our secret, and as long as we keep it between ourselves, we can have a beautiful sexy time together and do anything your fantasies desire."

I looked at her and said "Please mummy, may I cum in you again?" 

"Of course my dirty little boy, I'll make sure you fill me up with your dirty seed every single day." As she wanked me, her other hand wandered down to her slit and fingered away at the fleshy lips between her fat thighs. Her breathing became heavy and she closed her eyes as she wanked me. My cock responded to her touch, the foul language, her fat old body and the sight of her fingers gently masturbating between her cunt lips. Once I was fully hard again, she stood up, climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her spunky hole for a second go. As she fucked herself up and down on my penis, she reached down with her hand and fiddled her clit with her middle finger, exactly as Caroline did. Her eyes closed, she became flushed and within a few minutes she was doing her dirty filth all over my cock. As she spunked off to her orgasm she quickened her fucking motion and shouted "You dirty little cunt, you dirty little cunt..." over and over again. It was all I needed and I blobbed off again into her fat, wet cunt hole, all my jets of sperm squirting out into her dirty old vagina hole. 

Our orgasms subsided and she slid off and lay next to me on the bed. "Our secret," she reminded me.

She took her clothes, and kissing me goodnight, left the room and went to bed.

Caroline returned about an hour later and I had to pretend to be asleep, lest she desire a fuck which I could no longer provide. 

The weeks rolled by and turned into months and eventually into the two years for which Dorothy stayed with us. In that time, Caroline and I had our first child, a girl to whom we gave the middle name Dorothy, and of course my 'fuck mummy' and I continued our frantic sexual relationship.

We fucked each other in various stated of undress, in every room in the house, and did almost every sexual thing we could think of. I loved to lick her cunt as a prelude to fucking it up her hole, and she felated me and allowed me to cum in her mouth, always with heavy lipstick on her wrinkly old lips. I loved lifting her summer dresses from behind, pulling her knickers aside, and slipping my prick up the wet slot between her fat stocking-covered thighs. It gave me a view of her bum hole, her fat arse and thighs, her stockings, knickers, and her high heels straining on tip-toe to meet my fuck thrusts. Always, I would be talking dirty and calling her my mummy, while she responded, calling me her filthy little fuck boy, and encouraging me to finish inside her with squirts of my filthy seed. 

Sometimes, her fantasies extended to telling me to cum up her hole and make her pregnant, and despite her age and obvious inability in this respect, it spurred me on to a hard cumshot as she shouted "come on you filthy little cunt, make me pregnant with your dirty dollops, fuck me a baby up my wet cunt hole. You dirty little boy, come on fuck it up me and give me a baby, make me pregnant with your disgusting sperm, you little cunt..." and so on she would go, getting more obscene each time we fucked.

After two years with us she moved into a flat nearby, and although we kept up a sexual relationship for years, I suspected she had other gentleman friends whom she was entertaining in the bedroom. That was OK with me as long as I got my share of 'mummy fuck' sex. 

After she moved out, Caroline and I resumed our relationship more fully than we had done for many years. My sexual predilection, however, lay with large women many years my senior, and on a couple of occasions we indulged in 'swapping' with couples much older than ourselves. It wasn't the same however, and I continued to see Dorothy, my 'fuck mummy', until we moved away with my work. Now, it's rare that we get together, but when we do it's just like our first time again, with me calling her my mummy and her calling me her filthy little boy.