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Sleeping Arrangements

By: DoodlyDo



"Go ahead and put mom's bag in our room," my wife said to me. Then she turned to her mom. "Dave is going to sleep on the couch."

When we bought our house, Candy and I were faced with a decision: buy a huge house in burbs or a tiny place in town. We chose the latter, a 1200 square foot, 2 bedroom, 1 bath bungalow. And since my office consumed one of the bedrooms, we really didn't have anywhere to put guests.

I really didn't mind sleeping on the couch, but I groaned in pretend protest anyway. 

"Aww, poor baby," said my wife's mom, mockingly. "Such terrible sacrifices you have to make!"

"Hey now! You better watch out Linda or I'll just snuggle right in with you guys, turn you into a Linda sandwich."

Linda replied very breathily: "Mmmm, that sounds yummy."

There was something in the way she said it, maybe the timbre of her voice or the breathing or who knows what. Whatever it was, it caused us all to hesitate for a moment. I recovered first.

"Well, I wouldn't want to upset Candy's dad, so I'll be a good boy and just stay on the couch," I said, pretending to very sad.

"He's not here," Linda said without missing a beat. "I won't tell him if you don't!"

I knew we were just joking around, but for some reason my stomach was mad with flip flops.

"Mom!" Candy's voice feigned indignity, though she was smiling. Like me, Candy was weirded out by her mom. 

"It would be fun honey," I said with a smile, then teased my wife: "But I know you have a hard time controlling your desires for me whenever we are in bed."

"Whatever," Candy answered with a laugh, cutting me off.

"I'm no prude! You two can go ahead and do whatever you normally do, don't worry about me. Just think of me as a big warm pillow in the middle."

"Anyway," Candy said loudly, closing the conversation. "Dave will sleep on the couch and..."

Life resumed normalcy, Candy and her mom went into the living room, I wandered off into the office. I could not stop thinking about sharing the bed with Candy and her mom. I had always secretly admired Linda, but I had never dared to think of her in a blatantly sexual way before. 

Come to think of it, I wonder why I had not? Like mother, like daughter. And my wife is hot! 

At 5'4" and 105 lbs, my wife at 32 is just as thin and tight as she was in high school. Though Candy has sandy blond hair and a beautiful smile, her best feature, by far, is an ass that just won't quit. In looking at my mother, I can see that the future is bright. Linda had aged quite nicely for a woman of 54. Yes, she had put on some weight, but, like her daughter, Linda has a delicious ass. She knows it, too. Like her daughter, she loves to wear tight jeans.

If you stood them up side by side, it would be clear Candy is her mother's daughter. They are roughly the same height and same proportions, from top to bottom. The only real difference is the age in Linda's face and the 30 or so extra pounds that Linda carries, mostly on her thighs and tummy. Sadly they both have the same smallish breasts.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in a bit of a haze. Clearly Linda was thinking about it too, she made cracks about it pretty much every time I came into the room. And, very much to my surprise, Candy also seemed to be enjoying this bed sharing "joke". She even tried to add in when her mom made off color comments.

At one point Linda and I had gone back and forth with innuendo for a few moments (Linda was talking about how she sleeps in the nude) when Candy laughed and piped in: "Excuse me, you guys act like you're going to be all alone. It's my room, I'm going to be in the bed, too."

"That's the BEST part of the whole thing," Linda said, breathing the word 'best' with great emphasis.

My mouth hung open wide, Candy's mouth did too. Linda had surprised even herself, she looked like a deer in headlights.

Time stretched out, the moment threatened to become even more awkward, eventually somebody had to say something, so I quipped: "Well, they say 'incest is best'!"

Everybody laughed, but the laugh was louder and lasted longer than seemed natural. Once again Linda had shocked us. 

I sat on the love seat trying to read the paper as Candy and her mom sat on the couch going through coupons. Normally when thes visit, I'm in the office or off trying to find some other way to occupy myself, but I was so excited I didn't want to leave the room. Sadly there would be no more sexual innuendo and the day dragged by. 

When the next leading comment came, it originated with me. We were in the kitchen, finishing a cleanup after dinner. I overacted a fake yawn and stretch, looked at my watch, and said, "My look at the time! Who's ready to go pile in bed?"

"Oh good grief," Candy exclaimed. "It is not even seven o'clock! I thought we were over this little joke."

But Linda was faking a yawn even as Candy complained. "It HAS been a long day," Linda told her daughter with a big smile. Linda's eyebrows were raised with question. "Aren't you a little tired? I'm going to go put on my night gown."

"Fine," snapped Candy, sounding a bit relieved that her mom was not going to sleep in the nude as she had threatened earlier. Candy followed her mom out of the room.

I sat with deep anticipation as five minutes went by. I was rolling things over, trying to figure out how to turn the jokes into fantasy sex. It really seemed as though Linda actually wanted something to happen. Another five minutes passed, I started to become anxious. A few more minutes went by and I could no longer sit still. I crept down the hall towards my room.

In front of my door was a pile of pillows and a blanket! Shit! 

Shit shit shit! 

Now what am I supposed to do? I pressed my ear to the door and could hear a quiet conversation taking place. 

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

After a moment they answered: "Um, hello?"

"Everybody decent," I asked. "Can I stick my head in?"

"Sure, you can open the door."

I did. And I found both women laying in a neatly made bed, covers pulled all the way up to their shoulders. The reading light was on and they were smiling at me expectantly, eyes wide with innocence. I was a tad disappointed that they were not naked, instead I could see from the shoulders that both were wearing nighties. 

"There seams to be some sort of mistake," I said. "I thought you guys were not going to make sleep out on that couch all by my lonesome."

"Come on in, honey," said Linda, lifting up the cover beside her.

"Wait, wait," Candy all but shouted. "Mom, are you serious? You really want him to sleep in here with us?"

As a joke, Candy seemed to have been more than a little turned on. But now this seemed to really be on the table and Candy was suddenly concerned.

"Candy, I'm totally fine with him sharing the bed with us, seriously. I know we were just joking earlier, but I honestly do not mind him being in bed with us. We are all adults, right?"

Linda did not wait for more protest from Candy, she pulled the covers further back. I was blown away to see the right half of my mother's body, revealed down to her foot. Linda's knee length green nighty had been pushed up almost to her butt as she slid in bed, revealing most of her dimpled upper thigh. 

I scooped up a pillow, climbed in, and perched my body on a tiny sliver of bed as Linda smoothed the cover over me. I guess I had used up all my boldness inviting myself into the bed, because now I nervously avoided touching my mother. Candy dimmed the light and we all lay there in silence.

Finally Linda broke the ice with a grumble: "What was all this talk of a snuggle fest? I might as well be in a bed by myself. I thought you guys were going to turn me into a 'Linda Sandwich'!"

She didn't have to ask twice. Candy and I both rolled on our sides facing in and snuggled in tightly.

"Wonderful! Now that's more like it," Linda said happily.

I reveled in joy of the touch. My whole body was pressed into the scantily clad body of my wife's mother. One of my arms was under Linda's pillow, the other was under the cover laying across Linda's chest and my wife's side, hand resting on Candy's back. Linda was not wearing a bra and the top of her nighty was very thin, cotton material. The inside of my bicep could feel the mushiness of a breast and the firmness of an erect nipple.

"So Mrs. Jones," I said quietly, trying to sound cool as a cucumber. "Do you mind if I give your daughter some good night kisses?"

"Dave!"

"Please do," Linda answered cheerily, despite her daughter's irritation. "You two can have an all out make out session if you want! I'll just mind my own business."

Linda was laughing, but we knew she was dead serious. To test the water, I propped myself up a bit and leaned across to Candy. Her eyes were open and, as I leaned in to kiss her, she pursed her lips. Though she kissed back, her lips stayed sealed. Our mouths were not further than five inches from Linda's lips.

"Aw man," I started to complain... just as Candy's lips parted. 

We made out, Candy and I, just as full on and dirty as you please... literally right in dear old mom's face. I could feel Linda's breath on my neck while I kissed her daughter. And I am certain Linda felt my erection grow to full mast, it was pressed right into her hip. The best part was that my wife was totally playing it up for her mom!

My right arm had been laying across Linda's chest, hand on Candy's back. Now my hand slowly and dramatically began migrating south. By dramatically, I mean I intentionally let my arm drag down Linda's chest and across her belly so that there was no denying that my hand was on it's way down to play with her daughter's ass.

Candy was laying on her side, facing her mom, as I fondled the younger woman's ass. Since her legs were pressed together, I was frustrated in my attempts to slide my fingers between her legs. So I let my hand travel further down Candy's leg, almost to her knee. Abruptly I pulled her knee toward me and across her mom.

"Oh," Candy exclaimed, surprised to find herself spread across her mom. Candy jerked her leg back down, but I could feel Linda's hands working to pull her leg back. 

"It's ok honey, I don't mind. It's a small bed, he's just trying to situate you so that you guys can mess around a bit. You guys are married, it's ok. I'm a big girl, I don't mind... really!"

In the process of pulling her daughter's knee back, Linda had achieved much more than I was trying. Candy's knee was now all the way up on my side of Linda's stomach, effectively spreading Candy wide open. And, way hotter than that, Candy's body had been pulled most of the way onto her mom. My wife was basically draped across her mom!

Reaching my hand back, I stroked Candy's ass. Linda was giving us her blessing, right... so why not? I pushed Candy's panties into her crack as my hand slid south, wandering between her legs with zero resistance. Her panties were drenched! I don't mean the inside, I mean that she was so aroused that even the outside of her panties were hot and moist. Holy shit, I can't remember the last time she was this turned on.

My hand pressed her lips through the panties as it slid south, stopping the downward decent only when I touched her mom's body. I retracted my hand back up, pressing into my wife on the way, then back down till I could feel her mom again. This time I let my hand stay down, exploring the hem of Linda's nighty, trying to figure out what I was feeling... thigh! I had been feeling cloth but suddenly my fingers were touching warm flesh.

I hooked my forefinger under Linda's nighty and retracted my had back up across Candy's ass and up her back. I'm not sure why I did it, but I pulled Linda's gown firmly and a bit roughly, bunching it up into Candy's business, causing her to let out a little groan. Letting the hem go, I came back down Candy's ass on top of her mom's nighty. I kneaded Candy's pussy again, this time through both the panties and her mom's dress. As my hand left her body and journeyed down. Candy's pelvis thrust around a bit, seeming to seek my hand involuntarily. I followed Linda's nighty down, basically sliding my hand up her skirt, until I felt the soft flesh of her belly... and the top of her panties.

I didn't know what to do, I was touching my mother's underwear! I had kind of frozen, then decided to retreat, but, even as I moved, Candy's hips pushed down seeking my hand, brushing me further south on her mom... who spread her legs!

"Oh my god," I gasped with surprise. "Your mom just spread her legs for me!"

"I did not! I just... I was trying to... ."

She wiggled a bit in a half hearted retreat to close her legs as her words trailed off. 

I boldly palmed her crotch.

Reality check. I had boldly... PALMED HER CROTCH!

"I'm sorry, what were you saying," I asked. My face was so close to Linda that each time I spoke my lips brushed hers. "I think you were saying that you spread your legs because you want to have sex with your daughter and her husband?"

Linda tilted her hips and groaned, pressing herself more into my palm as she spread her legs very wide in a bold response, pulling her feet up and pushing her knees out. Since Candy had been draped across her mom with Linda's left leg in the middle, Linda now all but drove her thigh into her daughter's crotch. My hand was firmly wedged between Candy's left thigh and her mom's crotch as I began tracing slow circles through Linda's panties with the palm of my hand.

Candy could feel exactly what I was doing to her mom. I transitioned away from the gentle palming to boldly exploring with my fingers. Spread wide as she was, I had easy access to both sides of the panty line covering Linda's crotch. I pulled the material aside and began fingering my wife's mother. Linda, like her daughter, was drenched with fiery joy.

I leaned toward Candy and began kissing her.

I could feel Candy gently humping her mom's thigh as we kissed. Linda's breath was hot on my cheek. After a moment, I decided to try to kiss my wife's mom. I turned my face away from Candy by just a bit until I was nose to nose with Linda. The light was dim, but I could see clearly. Both women had their eyes closed.

I rested my lips on Linda's, she did not turn away. Her lips were full and relaxed, so I slowly nodded my head like I was saying yes, dragging my lips across hers. On the third pass, I used my lips to grasp her upper lip and pull it with me. Her lips parted and, when my mouth returned, we began to kiss very slowly. 

Just as the pace began to quicken, I pulled back a bit, turned my head slightly, continuing the kiss with my wife instead. Candy kissed me with hunger. After only a few moments, I began to slowly withdraw, making Candy have to chase my face to continue the embrace. I turned away and resumed kissing her mother, whose face was now much closer. I did the same thing to Linda, withdrawing slowly causing Linda's head to turn toward her daughter in order to continue kissing. Now I could feel my wife's lips resting on my cheek as I made out with her mother. All I had to do was tilt my head and I could switch partners. 

We continued this steamy make out session for a while. It was even more hot because they both had to know I was intentionally maneuvering their mouths closer and closer together. Yet they played along and neither pulled away. Very quickly we were all so close that Linda simply continued kissing the left side of my lips while I kissed her daughter.

Eventually I was not really kissing one or the other, rather both. It became a crowded group kiss, everyone's tongue going everywhere. It was not nearly as awkward as I would have imagined, a three way kiss. Strangely unfocused kissing, engaging two tongues at once. Then focusing on one for a moment, then both, then the other. Did it seem like...

It did! And not a 'seem like', it was actually happening. They were doing the same thing, alternating between focusing on me and then each other! They were... they were kissing each other? They were!!

I was the buffer that kept a sexy but weird event from being blatantly what it was... something extremely perverted, an incestuous kiss between a mother and her daughter. My presence made that fact blurry. It was not really 'incest', not really lesbian, because I was in the middle. So I decided to ease back, slowly.

I began focusing on the side of my mother's mouth, the kissing continued. Then I moved to Linda's cheek, the kissing continued. Then Linda's neck as she continued making out with her daughter. 

Then I just leaned back on my elbow and watched. Candy had dimmed her reading light, but Linda's was still on, giving plenty of light for detail. I felt like I was having an out of body experience, listening to their heavy breathing, the little wet, smacking sounds as they probed each other's mouths with their tongues.

Then I eased completely out of the bed. The two seemed oblivious that I was no longer in bed with them, rather I was standing above and watching. 

Like every guy on the planet, I had seen plenty of women kissing in movies. Candy would occasionally let me put in the porn Where the Boys Aren't while we had sex. So I had seen plenty of girl-on-girl action in movies, too. But I had never actually seen two real women making out.

A mother kissing her own daughter, no less!

I found myself pretty twisted up about it. Their kissing was passionate and super hot, don't get me wrong. There was a lot of groaning as they dry humped each other like teenagers. But the kissing became slow and strangely romantic at times with Linda running her fingers through her daughter's hair and massaging Candy's shoulders. 

It seemed even more perverse to me than it should have, if that makes sense? It was like Candy's mom was hyper aware of what she was doing. Gestures like massaging shoulders and scalp, those are the things you do when you're making love to someone... not when you're in the heat of the moment, being wild and crazy, probably doing something foolish that you will regret later. Not the kind of thing that you do when you're just fucking around.

No, it really seemed to me that Linda was making love to her own daughter and deeply enjoying the fact that it *was* her own daughter she was kissing. Maybe I was imagining things?

Not knowing what else to do, leaned over the bed and pulled the covers all the way back, revealing two bodies twisted together in a sexual stir. My wife's ass was in the air, right cheek exposed because her pink cotton panties had bunched up and been tugged into the crack of her ass. She was awkwardly humping her mother's upper thigh. Linda's legs were spread wide as she gently rocked her butt back to front, softly but firmly rubbing her crotch against her daughter's thigh.

I climbed onto the foot of the bed and leaned forward to begin kissing my wife's exposed cheek. As I worked my way down, I noticed my wife's panties had come to life. I was shocked to realize my mother had managed to get her hand inside my wife's undies. Linda was fingering her own daughter!

I joined in, kissing Linda's fingers thru the material that formed the narrow crotch of Candy's panties. Using the index of my right hand, I pushed the panties aside and my tongue joined Linda's fingers in pleasuring Candy. It took me a moment to catch Linda's rhythm, but soon we achieved a sort of symbiosis, my tongue collaborating with my mother's two fingers to give her little girl carnal bliss.

As this continued, my right hand traveled down Candy's thigh where I found Candy's hand already inside her mother's underwear. After a moment of helping Candy kneed her mother's pussy, I pushed my hand further into the older woman's underwear, sliding three fingers deep into her pussy.


Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 02



Dear Reader,

This is the second part in a series, the first part can be found here:

http://www.literotica.com/s/sleeping-arrangements




Before you read this encounter, please understand that I am pacing myself. If you have a list of sex acts that you want accomplished in the next 10 minutes as you read this part, you might find yourself disappointed. 

The overall story is an exploration of a highly unrealistic fantasy... a guy who gets to participate and instigate as a mother and daughter explore incest for the first time. If such an event ever really came to pass, I don't believe the mother and daughter would instantly begin behaving like porn stars, performing multiple unspeakable acts on each other and the lucky guy during the first or second encounters. 

The following portion is slower paced (as far as sex goes), more of an exploration of incest. There is sex, but it's mostly one sided as the mom gets to realize a specific fantasy. 

If what you seek is a down and dirty porn by the formula, you might want to skip this encounter and wait for the next. The next encounter (I've already started on it, should be finished before you read this one) will be an extremely nasty... with a twist, of course.

If you are still reading, I'm guessing you are more into the incest aspect of the story than just porn. Hopefully you will enjoy this treatment!

As mentioned, I'm already having lots of fun writing the next encounter. But that will finish by midmorning on Saturday of the weekend adventure, leaving the rest of the day, night, and the following day. If you have any suggestions or would like to discuss how the story should progress, I've started a thread in the forum:

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=963914

Thanks for taking the time to read!

~DoodlyDo

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LAST NIGHT SUMMARY: 

My wife Candy's mom, Linda, came in town to spend the weekend with us. We have a small house, so Candy and Linda were to share our room, I was to sleep on the couch. After a day full of many off color hints and suggestive comments from Linda, then increasingly naughty joking between Linda and I, I ended up being invited to join them in bed. The invite was a half joke, but I ran with it anyway.

Despite the fact that Linda was in the middle, she said she was an adult, that it was ok if Candy and I wanted to mess around a bit. She even laughed that she might enjoy being a "Linda sandwich". At one point, as I was kissing my wife, her mom began kissing my cheek. So I turned and kissed her briefly on the lips, then back to my wife. Then back to her mom, this time open mouthed. Each time as I switched kissers, I drew them closer to the middle. Eventually I was kissing both women at the same time. Finally I moved away and they continued to make out as I went down to munch on a couple of excited women.

I took turns fucking both women for a short time, then committed to fucking my mother. As I was screwing her mom, I pushed my wife's ass forward until she was straddling her mother's face. In the dim light, as I fucked my mother in-law, I watched the older woman eat her daughter's pussy.

Afterwards there was no conversation about it, no nothing. As soon as we had reached a conclusion, Candy switched off the lights and we went to sleep. But twice during the night I found my mother's hand inside my boxers. Candy had pretended to sleep as I fucked her mother.

THE MORNING AFTER:

I awoke to find our once crowded bed empty. I found the women in the kitchen, sipping on tea, still in their nighties. My mother's gown was knee length, but Candy's barely covered her ass. It was my favorite.

I put one arm around my wife's shoulders, the other around my mother's waist, and kissed Candy on the forehead. "Good morning, honey," I said.

Then, palming the older woman's ass, I kissed Linda on the lips. "Good morning, naughty mother!"

Linda rolled her eyes with embarrassment, but wished me a good morning, too.

"Really? Already? You just woke up," Candy said crabbily.

"Yes, already," I replied happily. "Last night was the most exciting night of my entire life, today is going to be the most exciting day of my life."

Candy groaned irritably, her mom pretended to be oblivious. 

"Coffee," Linda announced cheerfully, handing me a mug.

I took a cautious sip as I considered how to get things going again. The scene in the kitchen, mother and daughter still in their nighties, was painfully arousing. Linda had stayed with us on plenty of occasions and we had stayed in her home on just as many. But she was always so dignified and formal, I had never seen her just lounge about casually in a night gown. It was a massive turn on, even though the gown was anything but revealing.

I was wearing just a t-shirt and boxers, and I'm sure my t-shirt did little to hide the morning wood. I was feeling very confident.

"Baby, this is so great! We have a whole weekend to play around! I can barely..."

"That's right," Candy cut me off, turning her back to me to do something on the stove. "We have all weekend, so calm down."

Even as she chided me, I sneaked my hand down to the bottom of her short nighty. With laughter in her eyes, Linda watched as I lifted her daughter's dress, revealing a pair of red striped cotton panties. Candy turned quickly and batted my hand away, shaking her head with disapproval. 

But Candy's frowning lips disagreed with her laughing eyes.

"Sexy," I exclaimed. "Don't you agree, Linda?"

Linda's brows went up and she nodded her agreement, but didn't speak. Life is good!

"So I really enjoyed fucking your mother last night," I said, rudely. "And your mom likes the cock, honey. Twice she woke me up because she wanted to fuck your husband."

Candy had already turned back to the stove, I wished I could see her expression. She carried on with cleaning the kitchen, giving me no reading. I continued: "But as much as I enjoyed fucking your mother last night, I want to start the day with something even more exciting." Candy's shoulders bunched up expectantly, knowing I was about to tick her off. I paused dramatically, then uttered a single word: "Incest."

Candy groaned with irritation, Linda gasped.

It was a powerful word. Candy said nothing, she simply continued cleaning the already clean kitchen. Her mom seemed fascinated by the cup of tea.

As confident as I felt, I knew I was very close to the edge. I softened my tone but stuck with it: "Last night, you two shared something lovely, it was an experience that most mothers and daughters never dare to have. I'm just happy I could be included in the fun." I smiled for Linda, who was watching me with self-conscious reserve. "Really, Linda, it was a beautiful thing, watching the way you kissed your little girl."

Candy had turned around, less annoyed with my new approach. She rolled her eyes at the 'kissing' part. I reached out and lifted her mom's nighty. Linda did not resist. Nor did she move away when I slid my palm between her thighs. Linda was wearing the same pair of white cotton granny panties from last night. Or, more probable, an exact match.

"But watching you lick your little girl to an orgasm? Oh, man that was hot," I said seriously. Linda parted her legs so I could slide up to her crotch. "And watching you go after her ass! Wow, that was just so... so... nasty!" I exclaimed with pure joy, watching Linda closely. She was very embarrassed, hiding her face shyly. Candy watched her mom with a smug smile. "What was that like, Linda?"

"Dirty!"

"Oh my God, mom," laughed Candy, embarrassed. "If I had known you going to lick my butt, I would have taken a shower!"

We all laughed hard. Finally Linda added: "I'm glad you didn't, I liked it dirty!"

Candy's eyes went wide with surprise, Linda looked up with realization. "I'm just kidding! But you were fine, seriously. We were all just having fun..." Linda trailed off, embarrassed.

The moment hung, so I poked fun with a sing-song tease: "You like your daughter's dirty bottom! Nan-nan-a-boo-boo you licked her stinky tushy!"

Linda was now studying the ceiling, Candy shook her head and rolled her eyes at her mom.

After a moment, I said: "So... incest?" 

Nobody responded. Linda's panties were hot on the side of my index finger.

"But first," I said, withdrawing my hand. "I want to see some normal, motherly stuff. Linda can you give your daughter a nice kiss?"

Neither of them answered. And neither of them moved. So I gently guided Linda by the shoulder, turning her to face Candy. "I just want to see a normal hug," I urged. Neither woman noticed as I retrieved the camera from the counter. "Just pretend you didn't do weird things to her last night. Just give her a little hug."

I switched on the camera, it made a little clicking noise that drew an irritable sigh from my wife. Linda wrapped her arms around her daughter, Candy reluctantly returned the hug. The camera flashed.

"See, perfectly normal, nothing going on here," I said, snapping again. "Just a mommy giving her baby a hug. Now give her a little kiss. Aaah, so sweet. What a good mommy."

Their lips were puckered, pressed together, holding the pose so I could take pictures. After a moment, the lips relaxed and lingered, becoming kind of sexy. "Ok Linda, now why don't you let your hands come down on her butt. Nothing gross, just... good, good." I said appreciatively. Linda's hands were on the outside of the nighty, just a nice hint at naughty possibilities. "Now tell your little girl that you love her."

"I do," Linda spoke up quickly, moving back to look Candy in the eyes earnestly. "You know that honey, I love you with all my heart." She kissed Candy's forehead.

"Sweet. Now tell her you want to fuck her," I said with a smile.

Candy sighed loudly to show my continued rudeness.

"It's ok, I'm having fun," Linda laughed. Then, more conspiringly: "And I kind of do."

Her words filled my heart with joy. "So tell her," I urged.

"I want to... I want to... ." But Linda just couldn't bring herself to say the word. I wasn't surprised. In all the years I'd known her, I had not once heard her swear. "I do want to do some pretty yucky things with you, sweetie."

Candy didn't say anything. I don't know when, but at some point Candy's hands had found their way to her mom's butt. I knelt down and took pictures.

"Show her with a kiss, Linda," I suggested. "Kiss her in a way that's not very motherly. Show her what's really on your mind."

Linda didn't need any further urging. Candy resisted at first, her mom's open mouth enveloped pursed lips. After a moment, Candy's lips parted a bit and Linda's tongue tried to push in. 

"Please sweetie," pleaded Linda, sliding her hands up under the back of Candy's nighty. "It's no big deal, I just..."

Linda stopped talking because Candy closed her eyes and her mouth ceased to resist. I thought Linda was going to plunge in, she did not. She kissed her daughter's bottom lip, tugging it. It was very gentle and, though Linda had seemed to want to get down to business, now she took her time. She kissed all around Candy's mouth. When tongue finally appeared, it was Candy's, not her mom's.

They began a very wet, very raunchy kiss. After a moment or two I remembered the camera. I took several shots, walking around them, taking many shots of the older woman's hands, fingers splayed wide, groping the striped panty clad treasure. When I returned to Linda's side, I discovered my wife kneading her mom's butt through the thin gown. 

Suddenly Linda pushed back. "This is no big deal, really! It doesn't change anything between us. I'm still your mommy. I still love you," Linda said convincingly, trying unsuccessfully to get Candy to look back at her. "It's just another way to show you how much I..."

"Oh give me a break," Candy snapped, suddenly locking eyes directly. "You are just a horny pervert! This is sooo gross, mom, don't even try to make it sound normal. You licked my butt, mom! And now, not only do you want to do sick things again, but numb nut is taking pictures of it!"

Linda's eyes couldn't take the harsh light of that reality. She looked to the ground shamefully.

"Numb nut?" I protested. "I'm just documenting this for the family album!"

Linda laughed, looking up again. "You're right, Candy. Ok? Fine. I licked your butt... and I liked it!"

We were all quiet, soaking in this unrepentant admission.

"Your little girl has a very nice bottom, doesn't she," I said with a grin.

Linda slowly broke her gaze with Candy, gradually turning her attention to me. When her mom began nodding a very enthusiastic 'yes', Candy laughed despite herself.

"Do you want to lick it again," I asked.

Candy laughed again at her mom's clownish show of enthusiasm.

"Ok, we'll get there soon enough," I smiled reassuringly, knowing I was about to change directions. "But this whole thing––what we are doing right now––is totally out there. Mothers and daughters simply don't do these sorts of things. I really think we should be careful that no one gets hurt. You guys have always had such a great relationship. We don't want don't want to damage that, right?" I paused and they remained silent, waiting. "So I think it's important that we clear the air first."

Again I paused and again they simply waited. But so did I.

Eventually Linda leaned in and kissed Candy gently on the lips, very motherly. Leaning back, she said: "He's right, the most important thing is our relationship. I don't want to hurt that. I know this isn't normal, we really shouldn't be doing this kind of thing. Maybe we should stop right now?"

I had a sudden flash of panic. Shit! I just wanted to hear everybody acknowledge out loud that they were cool with this. Really, I mainly wanted to hear Candy say it. I did not want her to end up blaming me later for this. I wanted them to talk it through... not to up and quit!

But Candy said nothing. Her eyes were closed, her brow smooth. Linda leaned in again and gently kissed her daughter's lips.

"Obviously I would never do something like this if you were still a kid," Linda continued. "But you are a grown woman, we're all adults here. And grown ups can do grown up things. Besides," Linda said with a longing. "You have no idea how bored I've been in this department. Your dad will take a little pink pill every 3 or 4 months to make me happy, but that's about all the action I've gotten in years!"

"Oh gross, mom. TMI."

Linda didn't understand the TMI, but she got the gist. "Seriously," the older woman continued. "I can't even remember the last time we had sex!" Candy cringed. "Old women like sex, too! Your dad is 15 years older than me. That makes him really old! And crabby. And boring. And my little coochie has just been collecting dust these..."

"Oh my God, yuck!"

Linda continued to laugh for a moment, then sobered. "Look, I've been with your dad for 35 years. I've always been more interested in sex than he has." Linda turned to Candy knowingly. "I know you know what I keep in the night stand." Candy inserted another 'yuck'. "And I know you've borrowed it a time or two." Linda paused again, looking at her daughter seriously. Candy refused to acknowledge, so Linda continued. "I've just become accustom to handling my own needs. I've fantasized many times about what it would be like to be with another woman, I've just never had an opportunity to try it." 

Candy looked up curiously, then down again quickly. I think she liked that last night had been a first for them both in that regard. I'm pretty sure that Linda saw this, too, and guessed that the private fantasy of being with another woman was a shared thing. 

This cue led her to leap to further conclusions about Candy's thoughts. Now the older woman leaped boldly down the shared path. "And, since I'm being honest about fantasizing about women, I can admit that I may have thought about you a time or two as I was playing with..."

Linda trailed off. It was impossible to misread the shock on Candy's face. 

Linda had had sexual fantasies about Candy? She had masterbated while thinking of Candy? She masterbates??? Holy shit! My dick was having a heart attack.

"I mean, uh, I just...," Linda struggled to cover over. "Oh come on! You were beautiful. All the boy fawned over you! Anybody who saw you..."

I decided to rescue her. "So you think Candy is pretty. Messing around with her is kind of a fantasy for you. But you don't want to mess things up between you. Bla bla bla... you love her. Right?"

Linda seemed grateful for my less than elegant summary. 

"Yes," she said, leaning in to give Candy another gentle kiss. "I love you, sweetie. You've always been my little princess. I love you with all my heart."

Candy spoke for the first time in a while. "I love you too, mom."

Candy lifted her chin and waited for a kiss. Linda smiled with relief and delivered a very motherly smooch.

Ok, we're all cool here. This is becoming too lovey dovey for me. I reached a hand over and casually pulled the top of Candy's panties out directly below her belly button. With my other hand, I took Linda by the wrist and lifted her hand. I met no resistance as I guided Linda's hand into her daughter's underwear.

Their foreheads were together. Both women's eyes were closed, but both were smiling at what I just did.

"Can you repeat that," I asked with a grin.

"I love you, sweetie," Linda answered seriously.

"I love you too, mom."

Candy breathed in very heavily with the last word. Linda had pushed her fingers further south. The crotch of Candy's panties were very much alive. I remembered the camera and began snapping away.

"This isn't going to change us," Linda insisted, as if a question had been asked. "Mommy loves you sweetie."

"Oh," Candy gasped as fingers slid inside her. Then she whispered, "And I love you... mommy."

The word mommy shook Linda for some reason. She began rubbing herself through her cotton panties absentmindedly. "Say it again, sweetie."

"I love..."

"No, the last part."

Candy was quiet for a moment. "Mommy."

Linda went nuts, rubbing herself wildly and kissing Candy's face. "What's my name?"

"Mommy."

"Who's touching your private parts?"

"Mommy."

Suddenly Candy used her face to push her mom's face to the side. I found myself facing both women, cheeks pressed together. Linda's eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration. But Candy's eyes were wide open, glaring at me with urgency. "Are you satisfied? Can we move to the bedroom already?"

I was dumbfounded for a moment, finally I stammered. "No. Not yet, no! I really wanted you guys to..."

But Candy was already tugging her mom out of the kitchen by the elbow.

Dammit. I wanted this to be raw. I wanted... ah, fuck it. The bedroom door slammed shut.

I was only a few seconds behind them, but the door was locked!

Shit!

It took me a full minute and a half––mostly because I couldn't seem to focus––to locate a hanger and use it to pick the lock. 

An empty nighty was draped haphazardly over the foot of the bed, another was bunched in a little pile on the floor. Linda was in the bed, on her knees, face on the mattress, ass in the air. Candy was kneeling beside the bed, making out with her mom. Neither paid any attention as the camera flashed. I brushed behind Candy to get to the window, turn the rod to let light in.

Candy broke the kiss to glare back at me. 

Whatever. As if our neighbors have nothing better to do than spy on us! Besides, I thought, I wanted you guys to do it in the kitchen. 

I snatched the cord and yanked down, sending the blinds all the way to the top. How you like them apples!

I knew I had pissed her off, but Candy just ignored me. Moving closer so her mom's right hand could reach down her back, Candy leaned in and nibbled her mom's ear. I couldn't hear what she said, but whatever it was drove Linda nuts. Linda sent her other hand back and slid it inside her own knickers.




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 02



My mother was diddling herself... right in front of us!

Candy repeated the whisper a bit louder, but still I couldn't hear. Linda's hips rocked involuntarily. Candy repeated it again, Linda's joy deepened yet again.

"Mommy," Candy repeated the whisper, this time loud enough for me to hear as she was climbing to her feet.

Seeing Candy's red striped crotch, now hovering above the bed, Linda abandoned the self gratification and pushed her upper torso closer to take advantage. With her right hand palming the Candy's backside, Linda pulled her daughter in and planted a kiss near the top stripe.

"Ooooh mommy! This is so yucky, mommy. Why are you doing this to me, mommy? What will daddy think, mommy," Candy teased. She had discovered a button and her mom was loving it.

Linda lowered the top of Candy's panties, exposing a light, dirty blond patch of hair. Linda kissed it hungrily, even licking it pointlessly. Then she tugged down further in the front, exposing the top of Candy's triangle folds. Linda cranked her neck and pushed Candy's backside in even more.

The older woman stilled to complete calm, brow furrowed in concentration. Candy breathed in deeply. Linda's face was pressed in too tightly for me to see what was happening.

"Yea, wow. Ok, that feels really nice, mom," Candy said seriously, totally forgetting the whole 'mommy' teasing bit. After a moment, Candy added: "Oh my gosh. Seriously. That feels really good, mom."

From the angle, Linda could only be working the very top. But Candy was deeply enjoying the effort. After a moment, I stopped clicking and just watched.

Finally Candy decided she needed to stop. She shook her hips playfully and stepped back, hooking a thumb in the same place her mom had been tugging down. Then she spun around, leaned forward as if she was going to pick something up, and shook her ass in the older woman's face.

It was a tease, the appropriate reaction might have been an appreciative smile. But Linda was so far gone that she just stared dumbly, mesmerized. Candy straightened up, hooked her other thumb under the panties just above her crack, and slowly pushed down at the back and front. She wiggled from side to side, as if working to remove the panties.

"Do you like my bottom, mommy," she teased.

Linda was beginning to recover. Now she smiled and returned, "Yes, sweetie. Mommy likes your little bum bum."

Candy stepped out of her knickers, then took her time leaning over to pick them up. By the time I remembered the camera, she was already standing back up.

"Wait, wait! Can you do that again," I begged darting around the far side of the bed.

"Yes, please do, sweetie," Linda added with a laugh. 

Candy parted her feet even more before leaning over. 

"How about this, mommy," Candy asked, cupping both cheeks and spreading.

Linda gasped. 

"Oh my God, I can't believe you just... I can't believe I'm sitting right here and you're just... Oh, what on earth are we doing? Oh Jesus, sweetie. I'm going to get struck by lightning! I'm such a bad person, what am I doing?"

In that moment, as Linda experienced this sudden attack of conscious, I caught a beautiful picture: a mom, in her little girl's marital bed, wearing only a pair of panties, ass in the air unceremoniously, back of her head to me; a daughter, completely nude, bent over and spreading her ass wide, mere inches from dear old mom's face.

"Oh, come on mommy," Candy crooned sadly, barely stifling a giggle. "This is what you want isn't it?" Candy backed up until she was on her mom's face. Linda turned away, Candy rubbed her butt on side of her mom's face. "What's wrong, mommy? Do you still love me, mommy?"

Candy grinned an upside down shit eating grin at me, hair hanging down to the floor. "Here's your little porn shot, honey. Happy?"

"Oh yeah," I answered very enthusiastically, then indicated her mom. "But I think we just lost somebody."

Candy had moved forward. Now Linda snooted her nose in the air, eyes closed, in an attempt to look dignified. Candy backed up, burying her mom's nose in a wet pussy. Linda, laughing, backed off in surprise.

Candy moved forward again, this time releasing her cheeks. Still upside-down, but now looking at her mom with soft eyes, she asked, "Seriously, mom. Are you ok? Did I weird you out? Do you want to stop?"

Linda hesitated, thinking.

Ah shit. Come on people! You gotta be kidding me.

"I'm fine," Linda finally answered, quietly. "That was just such a dirty pose. I know you are an adult, you're married, and clearly you do grown up things. But you're still my little girl. Maybe it sounds ridiculous after all the gross stuff I've done... but that was just so unladylike, it really bothered me. I have this vision of you in pigtails, playing in the back yard." Linda paused, seeming to picture what she was saying. "Yes, I guess it 'weirded me out' or whatever."

Candy was now standing upright facing her mom, arms crossed to cover her boobs.

"That pose was just so unladylike. I don't want to think of you that way. Ever. Married or not. You are not some slut," Linda finished as quietly as she began. 

Candy stared down at her mom, who still had her eyes closed. Turning to the dresser, Candy picked something up, tilted her head sideways and gathered her hair, then released. Tilting her head the other way, she gathered more hair and pushed a second scrunchy on.

Turning back with a big smile, she asked seriously, "Is this better, mom."

Linda's eyes opened and she burst out laughing. It took a few moments for Linda to regain enough composure to speak. "Yes," she answered finally. "Sweet and innocent is a much better look on you than that raunchy pose! Yes, I love it. Too funny!"

Candy wiggled her shoulders, swinging her perky little breasts from side to side. The wiggle traveled down to her hips as Candy slowly turned away. Now turning her head back and forth to waggle her ponytails, Candy asked ever so sweetly, "Do you think I'm pretty mommy?"

Linda snorted with laughter.

"Yes, you are very pretty. But now you're making sound like even more of a weirdo," Linda laughed. "I'm just saying I don't want to... what are you doing? Stop! Please."

Candy's hand stopped short, halting the removal of her scrunchy. The younger woman studied her mom somberly. So she *does* like the ponytails. A slow smile formed on Candy's face. "You really think I'm pretty, mommy?"

"Yes, sweetie. You are my perfect little angel."

Candy let her eyes travel over her mom slowly. Placing her hand gently on the center of her mom's back, Candy asked innocently. "Do you think I'll be as pretty as you when I grow up?"

Linda studied her daughter, thinking hard. Finally she accepted the hand that had been dealt. "Yes, love, one day. All princesses grow up to be beautiful."

"I like your underwear, mommy," Candy said innocently. Linda wagged her bottom playfully. "Can I touch them?"

"Well, you really aren't supposed to."

A shiver went through Linda as her daughter gently traced her warm hand up to the panty line.

"Please, mommy?"

"Well, I guess," sighed Linda. Then, wiggling her bottom and stifling a laugh, she added: "But you can never tell daddy about this."

Candy shook with laughter.

"Um, yea," I inserted. "You two clowns are definitely related. Couple of weirdos."

Linda had flipped her head over to look at me, both women thought it was funny to have me be the one cringing finally.

"Sorry mom, looks like dad already busted us!"

I laughed. "Nope, I'm just a fly on the wall."

To emphasize the point, I moved to foot of the bed and snapped a few pictures of my wife tracing the outer edges of her mom's underwear. 

I didn't hold anyone's interest long. Candy was gazing at her mom's butt, thoughtfully. "Ok, I won't tell him, mommy." Candy placed her hand fully on the underwear, high up, in the center, above the crack. "Why can't I tell him?"

"Well," Linda stalled, trying to think. "You know how your not really supposed to let anybody touch you down there? I'm not really supposed to let you touch me down there, either."

Linda shivered again. Candy was gingerly exploring the cotton material of her mom's underwear and, with hand spread wide, had firmly rubbed down the middle, over Linda's crotch, and to the front. She came back up, eliciting the same response from her mom when the younger woman's hand lingered on the crotch.

"You feel kind of mushy and hot right here, mommy!"

Linda giggled.

Hand back at the top, Candy slid two fingers under the waistband and rubbed the material with her thumb. "So soft! I really like your underwear, mommy."

Linda laughed again. "Ok, can we be serious for a second. Of course, the one time I take my pants off in front of you guys I'm wearing the most unsexy panties I own!" Linda shook her head with embarrassment. Even as she spoke, Candy slid her fingers across the top to Linda's left hip. "I am totally embarrassed by these old things. Believe me, I will bring a much better selection the next time I..."

"But I really do love these ones, mommy," Candy inserted, sliding her fingers back across the middle, and over the hip, stopping where her mom's stomach bunched up against her thigh. Linda arched her back up, trying to make room. It was a struggle because this is where Linda carried most of her extra weight. Nevertheless, Candy continued to push until she was around front. "Oh. Hair! Mommy, I feel your hair!"

Linda laughed.

After a moment Candy's elbow came back, hand following. Candy withdrew her fingers, inserting her fingers under the elastic of the leg hole this time. Her fingers slid slowly down, over her mom's ass, toward the wide band between the legs. Linda shivered again.

"Oh. Oh. Oh mommy, your underwear is wet and slippery here!"

Linda laughed, burying her face into mattress. Eventually Candy brought her hand back up and repeated the process on the other side.

Candy spoke again: "Mommy, I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me kiss your underwear."

"I really don't think you should do that, sweetie. Girls aren't supposed to kiss other girls in those..."

"But, m-o-om! I really want to!"

"No, honey. I'm your mom and I'm saying no."

Candy pouted for a moment. Damn, they were really taking this thing far!

"Well, I'm going to tell daddy then. I'm going to tell him you made me."

Linda started laughing uncontrollably. Candy seemed a bit irritated that her mom was breaking character again. Finally: "Ok, fine. Go ahead. Just never tell daddy. Or anybody. You have to keep this our little secret, forever and ever."

Candy didn't respond. She just climbed up on the bed behind her mom, leaned over, and kissed her mom's underwear, right in middle of the left cheek. I got a picture of it. 

And I took many more as she proceeded to kiss every square inch of cloth covering her mother's backside. She was working almost like a typewriter, starting across the top, ching, back across the middle to the other side, ching, then back again. This took quite a while because the underwear was quite conservative and the tail it covered was, well, larger than it had been a few years ago. Finally she slowed when material became only 4 inches wide, just below the cheeks.

"Mommy," Candy asked very quietly, lips still on the underwear.

"Yes sweetie," Linda replied, just as quietly.

"Is it ok if I kiss your skin a little, too?"

Linda pretended to hesitate. "I suppose."

Candy's lips were at the edge of the right right leg hole. Now she simply transitioned off the material and onto her mom's under butt. Both hands came up and lifted cheeks as she kissed the ridge of ass where it met the back of the leg. Firmly and gently, she worked her way back across the material covering crotch and onto the other side of her mom's ass.

Candy leaned back a bit, studying her mom's glory, closeup. I'm pretty sure she's never had that view before.

Candy's rubbing exploration of the underwear had given her mom a camel toe. It was not terribly pronounced, but there it was... a little vertical valley of cotton, right in the middle of the crotch. The recess was darkened by dampness.

Candy leaned in and gently kissed the center of the valley, nose buried in underwear. Abruptly she leaned back out again, seeming displeased about something. Her right hand released her mom's ass, went vertical, then wedged between the cheeks, digging a huge wedge in the middle.

Linda was surprised. "Oh!" 

Pleased, Candy's hand returned to raising the right cheek as she leaned back in again. Her nose deep in the now available crevice. I have the most beautiful picture of my wife, with her nose buried deeply in her mom's ass, slightly open lips pressed to the camel toe.

Candy stayed there for a long time. A very long time. It was very difficult for me to keep from reaching out and stroking my wife's pussy. I settled for taking pictures. She was perched at the foot of the bed, naked as blue jay, lower back angled, ass tilted sideways, sitting on her left foot. Her right knee was hiked up and over, angled toward her mom. This made a perfect, albeit squished, frame for the swollen folds of her vagina. I have close up that makes me want to lick the wetness right off the screen.

Candy speaking brought me back. "Mommy, is it ok if I use me tongue? I want to see if your panties taste as nice as they smell."

"Oh dear, that's not my underwear you smell. That's me, sweetheart."

"You smell really nice, mommy."

"That's very nice of you to say. But only daddy gets to use his tongue down..."

"Mommy! You let daddy lick you down here?!"

Linda pretended to be embarrassed. "Yes, sweetie. When two people are in love, they... ." Linda stopped abruptly. Then, a bit wickedly, she asked: "You like how my parts smell, sweetie?"

"Yes."

"Which parts? Can you show me?"

Candy's lips were dead in the center of her mom's pussy. She pressed a kiss in. 

Linda waited. Candy pulled her nose out, lifted her chin, then planted another kiss where her nose had been.

"Oh! Daddy *never* kisses me there! He thinks that part is too yucky, no matter how clean I am or how much I beg."

Candy tilted her nose back in and inhaled deeply. 

"I like that smell, mommy. That's how the bathroom smells after you come out."

What the fuck? My wife likes butt, too? Not real sure what do with this information, but I was taking notes.

"You like that smell, sweetie?"

"I do, mommy."

"Then I have a little treat for you," Linda said, reaching her hand back. 

Candy made room. Linda's hand traveled across her behind, fiddling about until she grasped the elastic leg band. She pulled it up and back slowly, just enough to reveal a dark crevice of ass.

"Is this what you were smelling?"

Candy leaned her nose back, I snapped rapid shots. Candy inhaled deeply. Several times.

"It is! I love how your bottom smells, mommy."

"Do you want to taste it?"

"Please, mommy. Can lick your bottom?"

"I don't know, that's really naughty," Linda teased, wiggling her butt.

"I won't telly anybody, I promise, mommy."

Linda was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, it was louder than before. "Enough, sweetie. Seriously," Linda said softly, but firmly. "Please stop acting like a little girl."

"Fine," Candy answered. I knew she was displeased, she was totally into this game. I wondered how honest Candy's reaction to her mom admitting to masterbating while thinking about her daughter had been. Seemed to me that Candy was trying to live out her own fantasy, one that must have originated long ago. "Sorry... mother."

"I don't want to be stick in the mud. But this is already pretty extreme without you constantly calling me 'mommy'," Linda laughed softly. Then laughing: "But on a more serious note, do you really want to lick my butt? I've only begged your dad a million... oh, my!"

I caught it on camera, Candy running her tongue along the outer wall of the canyon. She tilted her head and slowly licked the other side. I was leaning in very close to get pictures. Her eyes flashed open and stared at me. She seemed surprised, but not by the camera.

Still looking at me, she said: "You will have to show me these pictures later. I'm pretty sure this is just a bizarre dream. I really don't believe I'm actually doing this... to my own mom!"

Linda laughed. "Um, me too! Don't forget, it's *my* daughter that's licking *my* butt!"

They chuckled quietly for a moment, amused by the shared disbelief. Candy was fiddling with panties, trying to keep them out of the way.

"I do like your butt, though, mom."

"I'm glad somebody does," Linda returned. "Because your dad won't go near it."

Candy reached up and pulled her mom's panties down, stretching over the hump, ending about two thirds of the way down her mom's thighs. They hung there, stretched across the gap, unable to go further. I snapped away as Candy pushed her mom's already spread ass even wider.

Candy leaned all the way back to inspect the entire site. In this same pose, Candy is basically a Playboy pinup girl, totally fucking hot, guys would be beating off all over the country if her picture really was in the magazine. 

But her mom in this pose? Well, it was kind of like an older lady with her pants hiked half down. 

Linda's ass was a lot bigger than I imagined. The panties, stretched between her legs, dug in on the thighs, creating a crease through cellulite padded thighs. Angled as she was, her stomach sagged a bit loosely and shifted in a saggy way whenever the bed moved.

It was a very unceremonious, less-than-flattering picture of an otherwise prim and proper, sophisticated and respected woman. But seeing her undone like this––in the harsh, unflattering sunlight––my dick was so hard it took everything I had not to shove my wife out of the way and fuck the ever living shit out of her mom.

Candy was seeing the same thing... a woman several years past her prime, yet filled with so much nasty desire that she would allow herself to come to to such an undignified position. This was her mother. This was the regal wife who had hosted so many elegant dinner parties for her father's visiting clients. The dutiful volunteer for practically every school field trip Candy ever went on. The busy socialite, president of the local Garden Club, docent at the city zoo. Spread out unceremoniously on our bed, practically begging her little girl to lick her ass.

Candy gazed at her mom... smugly? Then she leaned in slowly. After a moment I maneuvered around to see what was going on, I discovered she was just hovering there, nostrils flaring.

"Well, if you really want me to, mother," Candy said quietly.

After a moment, Linda realized her daughter was waiting for an answer. "Yes, sweetie. I really want you to."

Candy tilted her chin back, puckered her lips, planted a smooch right on her mom's puckered anus, and leaned back out again. With her chin, Candy nodded me in to take a close up picture.

Like her daughter, Linda had no hair in her crack. The skin around the anus was a bit more bulbous than Candy. Wrinkled folds spidered out from the middle, quickly smoothing as it moved away from center. The skin surrounding the anus was very dark, creating a very dark crevice at the heart of the matter, but lightening to brown that ran oblong above and below, then fading to a shiny pink the further out it went. The pink transitioned to white flesh before reaching the top of the canyon, matching the flesh of a butt that was never exposed to sunlight.

Candy's tongue came out and tentative probed the skin to the right of her mom's poop hole. Tilting her head, the younger woman slowly dragged her tongue up the crack. Candy began slowly and methodically licking, focusing on the inside walls, almost like a cat cleaning. Her mom sighed happily.




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 02



I took a few pictures, then just watched. The back of Candy's head eventually picked up speed, then stopped. When Candy groaned, I leaned over again to see what was going on. Her tongue came back out and gently probed the anus. Linda shivered. 

"Oh God," Candy whispered, so quiet I could barely hear. Her tongue flattened below the anus, then dragged slowly up and over. Then repeated, faster. Candy attacked her mother's ass hole ferociously. When she pushed her face into her mom's ass firmly, I lost site of the action. But I didn't have to see.

"Oh Jesus, sweetie. I can't believe you," Linda said through gasps. Linda's fingers were working her own pussy, noisily. "I can feel you, I feel it. Oh. I can feel your tongue inside me!"

Reality check. My wife was tongue fucking another woman. In the ass. Her tongue was in a woman's butt. Her mom's butt. My wife was tongue fucking her own mom... in the ass!!!

Candy said something, but it was muffled. She repeated it loudly, "Mommy."

Linda went nuts. 

"Mommy."

"Oh yes, sweetie. Lick mommy's ass. Oh yes... no! No no! Put your tongue back. I like it inside. Oh God, that's good. Such a good girl. My little princess. I can feel your tongue inside me, sweat heart. Oh what a good girl."

Linda's fingers worked madly. Loudly. Slopping thru her sex with abandon. Suddenly her thighs began to quiver. Her hips were now twitching with little stuttered thrusts, making it difficult for Candy. But she made the best of it, inserting two fingers into Linda's gash and adding, "Mommy, oh mommy."

Linda's entire body shook, gush of fluid escaping and dribbling down.

Suddenly she ceased all movement. The room was silent. 

"Oh my gosh," Linda breathed the words with deep content. "Oh my gosh. Thank you honey. I don't remember the last time I... no, I would remember. I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that. Jesus."

Linda finished her words quietly, very matter of fact. She slid forward on the bed, allowing her ass to collapse back down.

Linda, in our bed, had just experienced the best orgasm she had ever had? And her daughter was the one who gave it to her?

"Really, thank you," Linda's words continued to gush quietly. I wished her face was not half under the pillow so I could see. It almost sounded like she was crying. "I don't even have the words. Just, thank you."

Candy placed her hand gently on her mom's butt, reassuringly. I knew she was dying to have the favor returned. But Candy seemed to have decided to let it go, allow her mom to bask in the moment.



Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 03



STORY (SO FAR) SUMMARY: 

My wife Candy's mom, Linda, came in town to spend the weekend with us. We have a small house, so Candy and Linda were to share our room, I was to sleep on the couch. After a day full of many off color hints and suggestive comments from Linda, then increasingly naughty joking between Linda and I, I ended up being invited to join them in bed. The invite was a half joke, but I ran with it anyway.

This led to a three way encounter. All three of us just did what we felt like doing, which included sexual interaction between my wife and her mom. As mind-blowing as I found it, little thought and no conversation was given to the fact that they were committing incest.

Realizing that I had the whole weekend to play, I decided to make our next encounter deliberately all about incest. With a bit of coaxing, I managed to get the ladies going and, eventually, I found myself taking pictures of something I would never have imagined: my wife tonguing her mother's ass.

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I was on a mission even as Linda was sprawled out on the bed, still basking in the after glow of the joy her daughter had given her. I had the hottest pictures anybody had ever taken, just sitting on my camera! 

All I wanted to do was transfer them so I could enjoy them on my widescreen HD monitor.

But I had lost the fucking cable. I searched high and low in our tiny abode. Coming up empty, I returned to our bedroom. Candy had put her gown back on and was sitting at the foot of the bed. She had pulled the covers up for her mom. They were sitting in awkward silence. Candy, relieved to have something different to do, joined me in the search. It was a vain effort.

Linda, now wearing her nightie again, joined us in the kitchen. They were discussing a visit to the shoe store as I left to buy a cable. 

It was early still, but there was a 24hr MegaMart down the road. Finding what I needed, I was back in less than 45 minutes. I couldn't stand the thought that I might miss something at home.

But nothing was going on, of course. Candy was just stepping into the shower, Linda was in our room, finishing getting dressed. I plugged the camera into the computer and then remembered the coffee.

I found Linda in the kitchen, wearing a white button down blouse and tight jeans, fiddling with an earring.

"So," I said, trying to smile innocently. "What did I miss?"

Linda's clicked her tongue dismissively, rolling her eyes. "Nothing, you weirdo. I just took a shower, now Candy is taking a turn. We're going shopping."

"You sure you don't want to go help her," I asked hopefully, grinning. Then, reading her expression, I added: "Ok, ok. I'm just teasing."

Linda smiled as I poured my coffee. A thought occurred and I laughed aloud.

"What?"

"I'm just trying to remember if I have your husband's email address. Maybe I'll send old John some pictures while you guys are out."

"Ha! You better not even joke," Linda returned, shaking her head. "He'd kill you!"

"So what. He already hates me," I stated, matter-of-factly. "At least now he has a good reason."

Linda studied me quietly. It was no secret that I was John's least favorite person. 

"He doesn't hate you, he just...," Linda hesitated, looking for the right words. "He just loves Candy. You will understand if you ever have a daughter. Nobody is good enough for your little girl."

"Whatever," I returned dismissively, thinking of all the shouting matches over the years. "Considering all that has happened in the last 24 hours, I'm a little disappointed in your lack of honesty."

"Ok, fine. John doesn't like you very much," Linda returned shrugging her shoulders. "I don't know what to tell you. That's just life, I guess."

"Great, mom. Glad you can finally admit the truth," Candy snapped irritably, entering the kitchen with a towel on her head, wearing jeans and a pink blouse. "Why is he always such jerk to Dave? Every time we visit he's such an asshole."

Candy was rubbing her hair methodically, glaring at her mom. Linda was displeased with the conversation.

"It's probably a good thing," I laughed. "Otherwise he might have come up with your mom last night and ruined all the fun."

They both smiled, uncomfortably. I decided to change the subject. "So, shoes?"

Candy jumped on the opportunity. "Yes, mom wants to visit the new..."

I pretended to listen, but I knew the camera had finished loading by now. The next 15 minutes were excruciatingly slow, but eventually I managed to herd them to the door. At the door, I gave my wife a lingering kiss.

"You're acting as if I'm leaving for a week," Candy laughed. "We'll be back in 3 or 4 hours. Oh." 

Candy ended abruptly, somewhat irritated to find me already palming her mom's ass. I kissed the surprised older woman on the mouth, for a long time. Long enough for Linda to realize I wanted more than a brief smooch. Eventually, as I pushed her back to the wall on our front porch, she opened up and allowed me to really kiss her.

Candy was tapping my shoulder, whispering my name fiercely. "Seriously, Dave. Tom!"

I broke the kiss and turned around quickly. Sure enough, our neighbor Tom was standing next to his car, staring at us blatantly. He was too dumbfounded to look away.

"Have fun," I said brightly, smacking my mother's ass as she went down the steps. Then I added a request: "Can you try make it just 3 hours? I don't think I can wait much longer than that."

A moment later I was sitting in front of the computer, patting myself on the back for the decision to invest in DSLR. The pictures were clean and beautiful, breathtakingly high resolution. I was able to zoom completely in on my mother's ass until her puckering anus filled the entire monitor. So crisp was it that you could even pick out tiny, fine white hairs on the skin of the crack above.

I was only able to sit there for a few minutes. It took all of my strength to resist, but I managed not to jerk off. I wanted to save my energy for the fun that was yet to come. Needing a distraction, I took a shower. Resisting the urge to sit in front of the computer, I took my time shaving, trimming the mans cape, and getting dressed, then made lunch. I killed another 45 minutes, watching something on the DVR as I ate.

The show ended, leaving me with nothing else to do. Damn. Barely an hour and a half had passed since they left. The thought of another hour and a half was unbearable. I put in a movie.

But I paid no attention to the flick as I thumbed through one of Candy's old family albums. I should print some of today's shots out and add them to the back. That would be hilarious!

Or not. Candy would kill me.

I heard a car door slam shut. Glancing at the clock, I knew it couldn't be them. It had only been just over two hours. Then I heard a key in the lock. Holy shit! Calm down, they're just making a pit stop.

"Whatcha whatching," Linda asked cheerfully, dropping her purse on the end table and plunking down on the couch next to me. I heard Candy toss keys on the counter.

"Yahoo! You guys are back already! What's wrong, did you just miss me too much," I asked happily.

"We did, we missed you," Linda said, sliding in close and putting her arm around my shoulder.

Candy, standing at the breakfast bar, pointed silently at her mom and shook her head, indicating mommy dearest had been in a hurry to get back. Linda did not see this exchange.

"Where are all the bags," I asked.

"Somebody," Candy said slowly, tilting her head in her mom's direction. "Wasn't really into shopping today."

"Well," Linda said with a laugh, embarrassed. "It's probably not such a bad thing. Your father is retired, we live on a fixed income you know."

Candy rolled her eyes. "Must be rough with all those trips to Europe. Anybody ready for lunch yet?"

"It's a bit early isn't it," Linda answered quickly. "Maybe we can find something else fun to do first?"

We were all quiet. The moment became pretty awkward. Linda had basically just announced she was ready for more sex. Hot!

"Your mom's quite the horny old bird," I laughed, turning the tv off. Linda picked up the photo album and began innocently thumbing through the happy memories of a younger life.

"Something fun instead of lunch, eh?" I teased. "I have something in mind."

"You two are a couple of perverts," Candy said irritably, turning back into the kitchen.

"Oh, don't be such a fuddy-dud," I laughed, switching on the hi-fi, cueing up some Barry White.

Candy was dispensing ice in the kitchen, but I heard her laughing as soon as she recognized the king of love. Her mom cracked up, too. "Aren't you a little young for this guy?"

"Hey baby," I said with a straight face. "The language of l-o-ove speaks to everyone." 

But I found some reggae and turned the volume way down. Candy smiled her approval from the breakfast bar.

"Something fun, eh?" I asked, looking at my mother seriously.

Her brow went up and she shrugged. Ok, you're on man, I thought to myself. 

"Well, lets see what we're working with," I told the older woman, indicating that she should stand up. 

After a moment of pretending to be reluctant, Linda 'decided' to play along. She set the photo album on the breakfast bar and stood up. Stepping over in front of me, she snapped her bare feet together, spread her arms out wide, palms up at shoulder height, and announced, "Ta da!"

Linda was looking good and she knew it. Her crisp, tight blouse had the first three buttons undone, displaying a silver chain adorned with a small jeweled flower and, since she was not wearing shoes, I could see fading pink polish on her toes. My mom is old and dresses the part. Candy's mom, on the other hand, looks like a yuppy soccer mom, twenty years her junior.

"Very nice," I said appreciatively. "Turn around, I want to see that ass. Oh nice! Now back it up."

Linda was facing the TV as she backed up. My eyes were locked on Candy as I reached up and patted the bottom of her mom's jeans. "Nice! And surprisingly firm for an older woman!"

"Oh whatever," Linda laughed.

"Your mom is hot as shit, honey," I said happily. Candy said nothing, but she indulged me with a half smile. "Turnaround Linda, please."

Linda's white blouse was tight and short, barely going past the waistband of her jeans. I lifted the blouse a bit, slid two fingers behind the buckle of her belt. 

"Watch this, honey," I said, tugging her mom toward me by her waist. "I'm going to undo her pants."

Linda said nothing, but she looked down at me with teasing eyes. I sent my other hand up and grasped the zipper. Linda's expression did not change, so I tugged down. Zipper down, I used both hands to pull the opening wide... revealing the hair above her snatch.

No underwear! Hot!

"Holy shit," I gasped. "Your mom is ready to go! Look at this shit," I urged Candy, rubbing my thumb through the hair. I guess Linda had solved her 'I don't have any sexy underwear' problem. "Yeah, your mom is a dirty girl. You want to fuck. Don't you, Mrs. Jones?"

Linda had snooted her nose in the air and was now looking down through the slits of her eyes. "Yes, I do," Linda said, boldly. Turning to Candy she added: "I want to do *anything* you want to do."

"Anything?"

"Yes," she answered quietly, then added very seriously: "Anything."

"She'll do *anything* we want, baby," I said, undoing her still buttoned jeans. "You heard her."

Both women were quiet. Linda saying nothing seemed like a challenge to me.

"Stand on one foot," I commanded.

Linda laughed, lifting her right foot high.

"Now the other foot."

Linda switched feet.

"Now hop."

Linda gave it a go.

"Turn around and bend over so I can rub your butt."

Linda did as directed, backing up after bending over. Her short shirt hiked up, exposing her lower back. She cranked her head around and smiled expectantly. Looking her in the eye, I rubbed her entire backside with both hands with a dirty grin.

"Mmm, very nice," I said, bringing my hands back to center and dragging down. I flipped my hands over and palmed her crotch, thumbs on her ass. 

"Ok, pat your head," I commanded. She complied instantly and I laughed. "You can stand back up again first. Good. Now rub your belly with your other hand."

Linda was rubbing her head and her belly, Candy and I both laughed.

"Get on your hands and knees and act like a dog."

Linda was very enthusiastic, barking and panting at my feet.

"Come here, Candy."

My wife just stared at me until I added: "Sorry... please. Come here *please*."

When she came over, I turned her at her hips until she was more facing her mom than me. 

"Be a good doggy and lick right here," I said, running my fingers down Candy's crotch, below her zipper.

Linda looked up at Candy, who looked away. Silent permission granted, Linda began lapping at the jeans. I leaned out, lifted Candy's shirt an inch or two so I could kiss the soft skin of her belly above her pants. Linda started growling and, when I looked down, I found her biting Candy's crotch.

"No more dog," I instructed. "Just lick."

Linda quieted and I watched her for a moment, pointlessly licking her daughter's blue jeans. I turned Candy around, Linda resumed nibbling and licking on the backside.

"You'll do anything we want," I asked quietly.

Linda stopped and looked up at me.

"Then I know what I want," I continued, just as quietly. "I want to fuck Mrs. Linda Jones and her daughter."

Candy both remained quiet, her mom continued pretending to be a dog, sniffing her daughter's butt.

"This morning, I got to enjoy witnessing my wife and her mother having incest. And last night, I got to enjoy fucking my wife and her mother together," I said. Looking up at my wife, I continued, "And after you went to sleep, I got to have sex with your mother again. And then again. "

My wife rolled her eyes. I don't think she was particularly happy to hear me mention that again.

"As much as I enjoyed fucking your mother, that's not what I want right now. Right now, I want to fuck Mrs. Jones. Your father's wife." I looked down and caught Linda's eye. She closed it quickly. "I want to fuck his wife in front of his own daughter." I lifted Linda's chin with a finger and waited until her eyes opened. "I want to watch his wife do completely depraved things to his daughter, then I'm going to fuck his wife like a dirty slut."

Now I had Linda's undivided attention. I'm pretty sure no one had ever dared to speak of her that way before.

"Excuse me!" Linda all but shouted, struggling up from the floor.

"Oh my God, mom! I am so sorry! Dave, why do you always have to be such..."

"I don't know who you think you're talking to, I am not a whore! How dare you!"

"Shit! Wait, what? I didn't call you a whore," I stammered. Fuck! I was intentionally being rude. I wanted edgy, not over the edge. Shit! Candy turned and stomped off into the kitchen, Linda was zipping herself up. Candy slammed something on the counter and came storming back in to give me a piece of her mind. 

I rushed ahead: "What I meant was that this morning was nasty because it was incest, last night was sexy because you're my wife's mom, and right now could be hot because you're married to the guy that *hates* my guts."

Candy's mouth was poised to begin shouting, but my words stopped her. On her wedding day, just before the service, Candy's father had told her not to worry about the money. If she wanted to leave, he would support her and gladly pay for another wedding. To this day, she will come to tears thinking about our wedding. 

"Why do you have to be such an asshole?" Candy asked... but quietly instead of shouting.

"Please," I begged, confused by Linda's expression. "Look, I'm sorry! I just got carried away and...." Linda, who was still facing me, had her back to Candy. Linda's stuck her tongue out as far into the air as she could and licked rapid. 

What? 

Then she did it again! An obscene gesture, reserved for construction workers to give to passing ladies. Oh!

Voice firm and confident, I demanded: "Linda, pat your head and say 'everything is ok'."

Linda shook her head, feigning continued reluctance for Candy. But she did pat her head. "Everything is *not* ok," she said.

"Linda," I said, drawing out her name slowly with disapproval. "Say, 'Everything *is* ok'."

Linda pretended to continue being reluctant for another moment. Finally: "Everything is ok."

I took a deep breath and dove into dark water. "Say, 'I *am* a slut."

Linda's brows shot up, Candy gasped.

Before Candy could scream at me, Linda spoke up. "He's right. I am a slut."

I laughed at Candy's shock. "I told you, honey. Your mother is a slut," I said. Grinning at Linda, I demanded: "Say, 'I am a cheap whore'."

Candy's mouth hung open, but she didn't intervene this time. She just waited.

"I am a cheap whore," Linda replied quietly.

"Say, 'I will do *any* slutty thing you want me to do'."

Linda said: "I will do any slutty thing you want." Then she raised her brows and smiled slyly. "The sluttier the better."

Candy shook her head with dismay. Fuck yeah, life is good!

"Prove it. Cheat on your husband with his own daughter. Get up and kiss her," I said quietly.

Linda gave me a dirty look. Guess she wasn't expecting that. But she stood up in front of Candy, leaned in and gave her a kiss.

"Tongue, please."

Both women smiled. They were standing nose, both had their hands hanging at their sides. The hands stayed there as the two women made out. Linda was very enthusiastic for her daughter.

"I wonder what daddy would say?"

Their laugh broke them apart. 

"Have you ever seen your mom give your dad a blow job," I asked.

"Ugg," Candy groaned at the thought, then turned sarcastic. "Sure, every day, right after school."

Linda, laughing, was tugging at her wedding ring with anticipation of what was coming next.

"Why are you doing that," I asked.

Linda seemed surprised. "I thought you were wanting me to step outside of my marriage?"

"No, I don't want you to 'step outside'. I don't want you to take your ring off. I want you to leave it on," I said. "Seriously, want to fuck a married woman. That ring is a symbol of your fidelity to Jonathan Jones." Linda's expression changed at the invocation of his name. I placed a finger on her lips to head off a brewing protest: "Save the drama, mama. You *are* going to betray your husband. And you are going to wear your vows while you do it."

Linda hesitated. Candy watched her mom closely, barely becoming distracted when she felt me pulling her belt loose. Linda, watching me unbutton and unzip her daughter, slid the simple gold band back on. They were both silent as I worked Candy's tight jeans down.

Reaching the floor, I looked up to discover my wife was also not wearing panties either. 

"Twins! Did you guys do that on purpose?"

Candy looked away with an expression that said, 'none of your business' as she stepped out of her pants. But her mom nodded a silent 'yes'. I was too into the moment to take the time to appreciate what that conversation must have been like. But I did briefly wonder who's idea it was.

I ran a fingertip over my wife's outer folds, pressing just hard enough to sample the slickness between between. With my index and thumb, I took the tip of Linda's ring finger and guided it to my wife's pussy. Linda rubbed the back of her finger into her daughter's wet snatch.

After a moment, I took Candy's hand and pulled her down to the couch beside me. Linda stood there, unsure what she should do. I turned her to face us, casually undid the still buttoned jeans and began working the older woman's pants down----it was work indeed----stopping when they were below her knees. Linda reached down to help, but I stopped her. I liked how she looked, I liked how the pants had retained the shape of her ass.




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 03



Linda stood there, waiting. I let her wait. It just seemed so surreal, seeing my mother standing in our living room, right in front of us, with her pants around her ankles. She seemed so... undone. I knew I could tell her to do anything. Anything. She was visibly wet, I could see from where I sat. She wanted to fuck. Badly.

But I wanted to keep her like this. I wanted her to stay undone. More undone, even. I had a sudden realization. 

"Tits," I said quietly. "Show us your tits."

Linda said nothing, she simply started unbuttoning from the bottom. I was surprised that she seemed hesitant. 

"I haven't seen your mom's boobs yet," I told my wife. "We had sex last night, but her nighty never came off. She took it off this morning, but she was already on the bed when I got in," I finished ruefully.

Linda's bra was just as boring as her underwear last night, though probably equally as comfortable. The padded material was a pale mauve and the clasp was in the front. Linda undid the clasp and put her hands back down. She seemed to have lost her nerve, I guessed maybe she was as shy as Candy about her breasts.

The mauve cups hung loosely but did not fall away. Linda's hands hung by her side again.

"Mrs. Jones, show us your tits please," I said quietly. 

I expected she might push the cups aside or, better, take her shirt and bra off. She did not. Instead she reached up and pulled one loop out of a sleeve, extracted her arm, then the entire bra came out the other sleeve. Just how Candy would have done it. 

Like Candy, Linda's had over sized areolae that turned into pointy pink cones at the nipples. But she seemed smaller than her daughter, mostly because her breasts sagged down flatly where Candy was still very perky.

"Nice, very sexy," I said. Linda's shoulders drooped, clearly she did not feel very sexy. "Now bring those little boobies down here, please."

Linda rolled her eyes and smiled at the ceiling, but did as asked. I found it interesting that she maneuvered herself to land between Candy's legs. They were at eye level with each other, Linda on her knees----shirt open, pants around the ankles----Candy sitting on the couch, blouse on but no pants or underwear.

"Why did you go to your daughter? I thought you wanted some cock," I asked. Linda looked up and began shuffling left to get in front of me. "Let's see that ring again."

Linda displayed her ring finger.

"When did you get that," I asked.

"On our wedding day. This December will be our 35th anniversary," Linda smiled.

"Do you love your husband," I asked, tugging my shirt over my head. Clearly she liked what she was seeing.

"I guess." Linda rolled her eyes, biting her bottom lip. Then, remembering her daughter, added: "Of course I do."

"Are you guys swingers?"

Linda's brow crinkled with confusion at my question.

"I mean, do you guys have an open marriage? Can you have sex with whoever you..."

"Oh my God, no! Ha! Nooo. No way."

I took her left hand and put it on my shorts. She could feel my bulging shaft through the cotton of my running shorts.

"So do you think your husband would be ok with you touching me like this?"

"Oh my God, no. John is so jealous, he would have an absolute conniption."

"Why?"

"Why," Linda repeated incredulously. "Because it's... because he would think I'm cheating on him."

"Are you?" I asked, looking down at the hand stroking my shorts. 

Linda answered slowly. "Yes, I guess. Technically I cheated on him last night. And, yes, ok... yes, I am cheating on him right now."

I smiled. "Would it bother him if that wedding ring touched my cock?"

"Yes, it would kill him."

I lifted my brow and waited. She pursed her lips and slid her hand inside of my shorts. My dick nearly had a heart attack of joy as her warm little fingers explored my shaft.

"It would kill him, eh?"

Linda didn't answer. She was looking down and concentrating.

"What if I kissed his daughter while his little wifey played with my dick?"

Candy leaned in and kissed me. It was a very wet, very hot kiss. Clearly she was enjoying this angle of using her mother to extract revenge on her dad. I lifted my ass so Linda could slide my shorts and boxers off. My shaft sprung free and I laid back on the couch, pulling Candy with me. I enjoyed the moment, kissing one woman as another lightly explored my cock and balls.

Rolling Candy aside, I said, "Wrong hand Linda. I want to see you rubbing you vows on another mans dick."

Linda switched hands, playing with my balls in her right as she began stroking me with the left. Candy watched smugly.

Candy had seemed privately smug earlier today when her mom was sprawled out on our bed. I wondered, distractedly, about this hidden hostility.

"I want to feel your tongue." 

Before I was finished making that request, Linda was already running her tongue up the side. Oh my God that felt good! She pause for a moment at the top, then ran her tongue over the head, lapping up a bit of pre-cum. Suddenly her mouth opened and she slid down on my shaft. The sudden warmth. The sudden wetness. The fact of who was doing this. It all came together at once, I was on sensory overload.

I mentally arm wrestled myself, trying to stay cool. Your mother is sucking your dick! Relax! Enjoy it! No no, NOT that much! You can't bust a nut after just two seconds! Don't give in, make it last. Savor this moment. Do something, man. Say something!

"Linda," I managed, finally. "What is your husband's name?"

Her eyes flashed open. I enjoyed the eye contact, her with my dick in her mouth. She slid off and answered: "John."

Frustrated, I guided her back down. When my dick was warm in her mouth again, I said: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

This time when she tried to slide off, I resisted by placing the palm of my hand on the top of her head. She understood.

Looking up at me, she managed a slobbery, "Jonathan Jones."

I pecked Candy on the cheek and asked it a different way: "What's your daughter's daddy's name?"

Another garbled, "Jonathan Jones."

"Look at your mother, honey. Just watch her. Do you see what she doing," I asked quietly, kissing my wife's neck just below her ear. "She's sucking cock right in front of you. Your perfect, virtuous, uptight mommy is sucking dick." I brushed Linda's bangs out her eyes so she could look up. Linda boldly went up and down twice, stopping at the top to run her tongue on the bulb of my head. Their eyes were locked as her mouth slid back down my dick. "She's cheating on your father with another man. Right in front of you. What do you think about that?"

Candy shook her head with disgusted half smile and uttered: "Slut."

Linda's eyes widened. Almost as fast they narrowed and hardened.

I continued: "Not only is she cheating on your dad, but she's doing it with your own *husband*." I raised my brows for emphasis. "She fucked me twice behind your back last night while you were sleeping."

Candy spat the word out this time. "Slut." 

Linda's nose crinkled, eyes hardened even more. She tilted her chin up and deliberately ran her tongue up the full length of rod. At the top, tongue fully extended, eyes locked to her daughter's with dueling glares, Linda rapidly licked the head of my cock. Basically that same obscene gesture from earlier, only this time to her daughter and with a dick in her mouth!

"Bitch!"

Linda took me as deep into her mouth as she could, I groaned and melted into the couch. Linda left me in that position. I could feel the back of her throat, lips encircled my shaft about three quarters of the way down.

"Oh God, yes," I all but shouted, turning to kiss my wife urgently as her mother's mouth suddenly resumed sliding up and down. 

THINK MAN. DISTRACTIONS.

I broke free from my wife.

"Tell your mom what you think of her."

I ran my hand down Candy's belly, between her legs. She was soaking wet. 

"Poor dad. He's probably sitting on the patio doing the crossword right now," Candy said quietly. Then with disgust: "You really are a slut, mom. Seriously. A slut. I don't know how you can do that to him." 

For a brief moment, Linda stopped. But the pause ended as abruptly as it started. Linda attacked my dick ferociously. I swear to God she was trying to suck the skin right off my favorite tool. I could barely take it!

"Do something!" Oh shit, I had said that out loud. "I mean, you can make her do something. Just say whatever you want, she'll do it."

"Lick his balls, slut," Candy demanded.

Yes! Linda stopped! No! She stopped! Shit!

But yes. Definitely yes, stopping was a good thing. 

I'm pretty sure I could not have taken much more. I felt the older woman's tongue slide down my shaft and, at the base, continue south. Suddenly my hairy sack was in a warm hand. The hand was busy trying to accomplish something, even as my mother ran her tongue through the hair. Isolating my balls, Linda sucked one into her mouth. It was a strange sensation. It felt really, really good. And, at the same time, it sent butterflies through my stomach.

But I could finally breath again. Without fear of blowing my wad. 

My wife was grinding into my hand, so I worked her harder.

Suddenly Candy plopped her right foot on my hip, right in her mom's face.

"Lick my foot," Candy demanded, smiling in a teasing way as if maybe she wasn't really serious. Then, timidly looking out of the corner of her eyes, added: "Whore?"

My nut was released. Linda and Candy were having a staring contest. Linda surrendered and meekly took her daughter's foot in both hands. Linda gently massaged, thumbs on the pads, as she studied her daughter's neon blue nails.

Linda leaned up and over and kissed the top of her daughter's foot. Candy wiggled her foot impatiently. "Not the top. Lick the bottom." She paused, then, slightly less timid, added: "Bitch!"

Linda's nose crinkled to show disgust. But she slowly lowered her head to submit. Candy's expression was the same as her mom's, she cringed even more as her mom got closer. 

"Oh my God, you're so gross," Candy yelped as her mom's tongue, spread flat, lapped straight up the middle of her foot's underside. "I wasn't wearing socks in my flats today!"

"Oh for crying out loud, you just told me..."

"Shut up and suck my toe, bitch!"

Holy shit! Nothing timid there. 

"Look at her," Candy said with disbelief. Her mom was sucking on the big toe as if it were a miniature penis. "Clean them all. Even between the toes."

Candy was totally drenched. I didn't get it. I know my wife. She does *not* have a foot fetish. Yet her pussy was completely drenched as her mom's tongue pushed between each toe. As her mom was finishing at the pinky toe, Candy moved her foot up and presented the underside to her mom again. After the briefest hesitation, Linda thoroughly licked the underside.

"Now the other foot," Candy sneered, holding it up. 

Linda took the foot and tried to place it on my hip. But Candy returned it to the floor. Linda looked up, confused. Candy set her jaw and used her eyes to threaten her mother. Linda meekly retreated, leaning over to follow her daughter's foot to the floor. Candy angled her foot up, Linda, face almost completely on the floor, began kissing the underside.

"Man," I said, shaking my head. "I wish John could see his girls now. His little princess with her legs spread so I can finger her pussy. His horny slut of a wife bent over and doing disgusting things to his daughter's feet."

I paused, drinking it in. It was actually very hot, I realized. I have no fucking clue how we ended up here, I certainly didn't plan for things to get this twisted. But twisted it was. 

Just like this morning, my sophisticated, refined, elegant, dignified mother had her pants hiked down, with her ass in the air... but now with face on the floor, submissively. Here was a strong willed woman----capable of pushing back on her disagreeable, overbearing, fowl temperated husband, a woman prone to bloody feuds with family and friends at the drop of the hat, constantly waging gossip wars on this person or that over the slightest of slights, real or imagined----meekly submitting to her daughter in a very humiliating way.

For the first time, I actually really felt bad for John. That mother fucker has no clue what he's missing out on! Holy shit, his wife is so fucking hot. And fucking nasty! Just look at her right now, right here in my living room, midday light streaming in through the windows, cruelly showcasing her age. I wondered what it must be like to have that kind of will power? To just give yourself over to a moment, to give in to your own desires, to do exactly whatever the fuck you felt like. Even if that meant submitting to very embarrassing treatment.

I looked down at the back of her head, at her blouse hanging loosely, pants around her ankles. I just wanted to get on my knees and bury my dick in her ass.

But apparently that was not in the cards. Suddenly my wife was on a mission, pulling her foot free from her mom, pushing her other foot further over my side, and sliding up on top of me. My wife's ass was mostly on my stomach as she began easing down on my cock. Candy moaned loudly! 

I was quite pleased to get that reaction. Good to have her mom here, her presence must somehow increase my girth.

I narrowed the gap between my legs to accommodate Candy. Her feet were on the outside of my legs, dangling down toward the floor. Right away her pelvis was rocking.

Linda's hand was on my knee, but I couldn't see what she was doing. Cranking my head around, I discovered she was sitting back on her jean covered feet, just staring. She seemed very embarrassed when she discovered me watching her. Our eyes were locked, quietly watching each other as her daughter grunted like an animal, thrusting away on top of me. She looked a little lost. Maybe she was wondering if her part was over and now she should go in another room. No, don't go old lady. I want to fuck you.

"Stand up," I instructed. 

As she was getting up, I pushed a pillow behind my back. This caused Candy to sit up straighter. Arching her back, Candy reached over her shoulder and grabbed my hair, pulling me around to kiss. As we made out, I unbuttoned her shirt. No bra! 

Her mom was standing above us watching as I fondled both of Candy's tits. 

I freed my right hand and reached for Linda. She gave me her hand and I pulled her toward the couch. I didn't stop pulling until she had both knees on the couch. Candy turned back to the front and curiously watched what I was doing. She transitioned from the urgent thrusting to slow grinding.

I crooked my finger a few times, indicating for Linda to come closer. "I want to make out with Jonathan Jones's wife while I fuck his daughter."

Linda placed two hands on the back of the couch and leaned in to kiss me. I ran both my hands down my wife's sides and, reaching her hips, slid them back up to her tits. My mother's wet tongue was dancing with mine. I wrapped each of my hands around a breast, allowing only a the ends of the perky breasts to squeeze out between the thumbs and indexes.

I turned a bit and kissed the back of my wife's neck. Candy's grinding picked up pace.

"Look at this," I said to Linda, nodding her attention down. I had Candy's right nipple, squeezed between the tip of my index and thumb. I tugged it in Linda's direction.

Linda just stared.

"Go on, Linda," I urged, pulling the nipple even more. "You've been a good mother to his daughter for many years. But, right now, you can...."

Linda hunched over before I could finish. I felt her tongue slide across my thumb and over her daughter's nipple. Her lips came back to the middle, covering the tip of Candy's nipple. I rolled the it between my finger tips as her mom licked and sucked, battling my fingers for access. 

Both Linda's hands came up, so I let mine fall away. Linda sucked half of Candy's breast in, even as she was groping the free breast. 

I reached my hand into my mother's open shirt, gripping the first breast I found. Clearly Linda wore heavily padded bras. There really wasn't much to grip. It was kind of like an over sized, floppy pancake. Linda's tit was mostly mush, but the area around the large nipple was almost hard. 

I pinched it. Linda bit down on her daughter's nipple. Candy's pussy clenched down on me hard.

"Oh shit! Jesus that hurt," Candy yelled, feet flying up. "Do it again, mom. Bite me. Bite me, Bitch! Ooow SHIT! Fucking whore, do it again. Oh fuck!"

Candy's feet were on my knees, giving her new leverage. She took advantage, lifting her ass up and down to impale herself over and over.

"Oh! Fuck, stop! Shit that hurts, seriously stop," Candy yelled, smacking the top of her mom's head. Linda looked up at her daughter in a daze. Candy used both her hands to roughly shove mom's face down. "Eat my pussy, bitch! Eat it."

Linda was trying to comply, but the position was too awkward. Candy saw the problem and shoved her mom's hip with her foot. The older woman almost fell off the couch. Recovering, Linda let herself down and maneuvered in front of us.

She was between our legs. Candy's feet were on my knees. My legs were spread. Linda had quite the view, I'm sure. She had complete access. I was jealous for a moment, watching her mesmerized by the stereo vision of a cock sliding in and out of her daughter's juicy pussy.

Linda leaned in and kissed Candy's inner thigh. But Candy had zero patience for that. She grabbed her mom's hair and yanked her in.

Candy groaned loudly as her mom began lapping at the sloppy mess we were making. Candy was almost instantly nuts, trying to thrust and grind and kiss me and keep her mom's face firmly in the right spot, all at once. Candy even sent her other hand down to rub whatever clit she could find. During the chaos of Candy's enthusiasm, several times I felt an errant tongue slide across whatever exposed shaft there was.

I could feel Candy clinching down sporadically. Her thighs were shaking were twitching. She began yelping, almost like a dog barking, "Oh God! Oh God!"

My balls were in Linda's hand. And now more than a few 'errant' licks were going my direction. Oh fuck. My mother was licking my dick even as it slid in and out of her daughter!

But I had no problem holding on. None. I was on a mission. I wanted to fuck my mother, no way I was giving in until then. And I had something I wanted to do first.

Suddenly I felt a little gush of fluid, Linda began licking wildly. But Candy couldn't take it for long, she gets very sensitive right after an orgasm. Candy pushed her mom back at the forehead.

"Can we do The Big Finish, honey," I whispered in Candy's ear.

She sighed and groaned irritably. But then she answered wickedly. "Ok, that will be pretty funny, I guess."

Fuck, yeah! Only on rare occasions, like my birthday, did Candy ever grant The Big Finish. I guess her mother's presence certainly qualified as a 'special occasion'.

Candy struggled to lift up off my still hard cock, sliding over to the side again. She shook her head, watching her blatantly hopeful mom who was back to squatting on her blue jean covered heals again. Linda's expression was practically begged, 'can I take a turn?'.

"Clean him up, slut," Candy commanded.

Linda needed no further urging. But I barely payed attention to the older woman as she ran her tongue up and down the sides of my slick cock. I was watching my wife turning around, bending over and straddling the wide arm of the couch. 

I pushed a reluctant Linda away as my wife settled into position, left knee on the couch cushion, right foot on the floor, stomach on the arm of the couch.

I stood up, offered my hand to Linda. When she took it, I helped her to scoot across the floor to the end of the couch, where she could kneel beside her daughter. Moving behind Candy, I reached down and spread her ass even wider. 




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 03



Linda was fascinated as I probed her daughter's anus with the tip of my index finger. I lifted the hand up, holding the finger in Linda's face. Linda's lips parted and she wet my finger. Immediately I returned the now wet finger to the anus. After a bit of gentle positioning, I pushed in firmly, slowly. The tip of my finger disappeared, then the first knuckle, then the second, then it was buried to the hilt.

My wife is not a fan of anal sex. This is not from a prudish lack of trying. Early on in our relationship, I went through a phase where I was fascinated by the idea. She had been game and indulged me, giving it the old college try. But there was no joy and, after trying it a few times, a line got drawn in the sand. She didn't hate it, really. She just said it was uncomfortable and she didn't enjoy it. She said if felt like she needed to poop.

When she did allow it, it was only *after* sex. Candy did not want a dirty cock in her pussy. So on those special occasions, I would work my ass off to give my wife a good time, then she would allow me to finish in her ass. We took to calling it The Big Finish.

Candy sighed as I withdrew the finger. I presented it to her mom again. Linda just stared at it. After a few moment of silence, Candy turned her head to look back and see what was going on.

"Ugg," Candy groaned with disgust, seeing her mom's quandary. The older woman's nostrils were flaring. Candy noticed her mom's hand absentmindedly stroking her own pussy. The younger woman laughed meanly. "Lick it, you disgusting pig. Go ahead, slut."

Linda ran her tongue over my finger, tentatively. Linda's hand became very busy as her mouth opened and enveloped my entire finger, sucking hard.

That was enough for me. I withdrew the finger and used that hand to grab my slippery cock and point it down. Bending a bit at the knees to lower myself, I pressed the head of my dick to my wife's puckering anus. Linda used both hands to pull her daughter's left cheek wide so she could see.

I laughed. "See! Now there's a good wife. Spreading John's little girl wide so some guy can *fuck* her in the ass."

Linda leaned in, kissing her daughter's butt cheek. I continued pressing firmly in. This created a deep valley, but I was not actually inside yet. I continued the firm push. Suddenly I felt a little pop as the tip of my dick broke thru the tight ring.

Candy groaned as I continued the slow push: two inches in, three inches in, four, five... eventually my wife had my entire cock in her ass.

I withdrew a bit, then back in. Then out a bit further, then back in a bit faster. Pretty quickly I was able to slide in and out with no resistance. Linda was resting her cheek on the small of Candy's back. I gave her my index finger again, which she devoured. 

I began sliding my finger in and out of her mouth to the rhythm of my strokes in and out of her daughter. I crooked my finger to create a hook, which I used to pull down at the bottom by her teeth. Turning my finger, I pulled her upper teeth up, leaving her mouth open wide. Linda's eyes became saucers when she realized what I was doing.

I removed my finger and focused on burying my cock deep in my wife's ass. Linda's mouth remained open, waiting. I let her wait. I took my time, enjoying the tight ring sliding up and down my cock.

"Do you know what the only thing better than fucking Jonathan Jones's daughter in the ass is," I asked quietly. Nobody said anything, of course. "Putting my dirty dick in his wife's mouth afterwards."

I was buried in my wife completely as I spoke. Now I withdrew slowly. Candy groaned as she felt the entire length sliding out like a gigantic turd. I dragged the head up my wife's crack, straight into her mother's open mouth. Her lips clamped down and I was overcome with a wave of joy as I felt her tongue swirling around the shaft. I stroked in and out, fucking her face.

Breaking free, I guided my dick back down the crack. My head quickly found the now loosened anus and pushed in. My mother was wildly masterbating, tonguing the top of her daughter's crack. After only a few strokes, I withdrew again and shoved my dick into the waiting mouth. I was a bit too rough though, Linda gagged a few times when I pushed too far. 

I broke free again and buried myself in Candy's ass. Linda resumed licking any available real-estate on the crack of her daughter's ass while stroking herself wildly. Withdrawing again, I pushed the older woman's face down and she devoured the anus. I watched as she inserted tongue into the opening like a fat, wet little penis.

"Get up," I demanded. Linda's eyes opened and she realized I was talking to her. She withdrew her tongue slowly. "Come over here," I said, leaning to pat the couch next to Candy.

Linda stood up immediately and shuffled around us to the other side. Knees against the couch, she rolled forward onto the seat, hands on the back of the couch. She knew exactly what I wanted and had assumed the position... ass in the air.

I stepped back, leaned over, and yanked the restrictive jeans off her ankles. I patted the inside of her left thigh. Linda read my cue and moved her knee out, effectively spreading her legs wide and lowering her ass for me. 

Candy turned her head to face her mom. She smiled softly and asked quietly, "Are you having fun, Mom?"

"Yes," Linda answered with a smile. Then she looked a bit embarrassed and chuckled. "I'm not real wild about you calling me a slut, though."

Candy laughed quietly and started to speak. 

I cut her off: "But you are a slut, Mrs. Jones. Your a married woman who is cheating on her husband. John might think you're his sweet, innocent little wife, but we know the truth. When his back is turned, you're a dirty slut. Aren't you, Linda?"

Candy rolled her eyes for her mom. Linda laughed. "Sure, ok, I'm a 'dirty slut'."

"Why did you stop masterbating," I asked.

Linda dropped her left hand and slid it under her belly, between her legs. I watched as she gingerly pulled the flaps apart, spreading her lips. She stroked the top of her clit softly.

"What kind of woman masterbates in front of her own daughter," I asked.

"A dirty slut?"

"No," I returned, laughing despite myself. "A pervert! A slut is just a married woman that takes it up the ass from another man." Linda's pace quickened a bit. As the passing fingers parted the opening, I could see the juices coating the wall within. "A *dirty* slut is a woman who makes out with her own *daughter* while taking it up the ass from a man that is *not* her husband."

Candy rolled her eyes again, but then closed them. Linda moved her face over a few inches and gently kissed her daughter's lips.

My dick had been near exploding in my mother's mouth just moments before. I enjoyed this much needed break.

I paused and just enjoyed the site of two ready and willing asses in the air, on my couch, in my living room. Marley was softly crooning in the background, 'No woman, No cry'. I ran my hands, one for each, over their asses, appreciating the differences. My wife still enjoyed the trophies youth. She was soft yet firm. Linda, on the other hand, had the ass of an older woman. Don't get me wrong, Linda was larger, but she was definitely not fat. Well, maybe a bit. Let's just say that where her daughter's ass was firmly packed into the perfect shape of a heart, Linda was more rounded and full----she had lost that clear shape years ago. Where the back of Candy's thighs were shaped by long, gently curving muscle, Linda's thighs simply went straight down without curve. And the back of her thighs, as well as the bottom of her ass, were very dimpled with cellulite.

The daughter was the hotter of the two women, by far. But this fact only served to fill me with even more desire for her mom. I was dying to fuck the less attractive woman.

What am I waiting for??? 

Linda and Candy had gone from gentle smooching to a full on 'I want to fuck you' make out. Linda's fingers were noisily slopping through her sex. I pressed the length of my shaft up the older woman's crack. Sliding it down, I pressed my dick into the back of her busy hand.

"I want to feel your wedding ring, Mrs. Jones."

Linda's wet fingers suddenly abandoned their task and gripped my shaft. She stroked up and down, adding her slippery juices to my still slick cock. Then she tugged me deliberately. Oh. She was guiding me. A little high... nope, too low... better... there, that's good.

The bulb of my head was pressed to her anus. I pushed in, looking down to watch the valley deepen, stretching impossibly deep. Pop! Suddenly the skin popped back to where it was supposed to be.

I was inside. My penis was in my mother's ass!

"Oh! Wait!" Linda exclaimed, fingers trying to push me out. "Ow. Wait. Wait a minute. Jeeze."

Linda's sphincter was strangling the top two inches of my dick.

"Relax, Linda. I can't do anything until you relax. Seriously, you have to stay relaxed. I can't even pull out without pulling you with me."

Linda's eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration. Candy watched her mom's face. Linda's brow slowly smoothed over, her sphincter slowly released me at the same moment. 

I eased back, very slowly, just an inch. After a moment, I eased back in an inch, just as slow.

"Oh my God. That feels so... weird!"

Linda stroked herself a couple of tentative times. She gently kissed her daughter's still lips. The pace of her strokes quickened just a bit. I pulled my inch back again, then came in a tad faster, giving her an extra inch.

"Fuck," Linda gasped. A curse? "I think... I think I like it."

Having just pulled back, I pushed in a bit faster and gave her yet another inch. Linda's rubbing quickened even more.

"Oh fuck. Yes. Yes, I like it," Linda whispered fiercely, licking her daughter's closed lips. "Give it me. Fuck in the ass! More!"

But I couldn't. I didn't want to hurt her. I did quicken my thrusts a bit though, each time giving her a bit more. Linda's hips swayed impatiently.

Suddenly she arched her back and shoved back on me as I was coming in. 

"FUCK!!!"

My cock was buried completely in her ass. She stayed pressed back on me, not letting me pull back.

"Oh my God, you father is such an asshole," Linda growled, opening her eyes to glare at her daughter. "Do you know how many times I've begged him do this? What an asshole! 'Butts are for pooping, only'," Linda mocked in a deep voice. "Fuck him, I don't care. If he won't give me what I want, I'll just get it somewhere else."

Linda grunted out the word 'else'. She had eased forward, allowing my cock to withdraw a few inches. As she spoke that word, she pushed back hard, slapping her ass on my stomach and burying my dick deep inside her rectum. 

My balls felt her the back of hand brushing by, wilding abusing her snatch. Suddenly I could feel movement inside of her, through the wall that separated the cavities. Withdrawing most of the way, I looked down. She had buried three fingers in her pussy and was sliding them in and out.

Fuck this. I was through being gentle. I went in hard and immediately began fucking the shit out her. 

Candy was studying her mom quietly. It was too rough for kissing, so she was just sitting there. Watching. I wondered what my wife was thinking. Suddenly a horny idea popped into my head. Forgetting a detail, I withdrew from the older woman abruptly and stepped back. 

Linda's ass continued little pointless thrusts in the air. I walked around to my wife's side of the couch. My wife flipped her face over to see what I was up to. She found my penis right in her face.

The withering look she gave me brought me back to reality. My wife was now in this as a good sport. She was playing along so everybody had a good time, but she was definitely not as enthusiastic we were.

Fuck. I wanted my dick sucked. Mommy dearest?

I walked around the back of the couch, directly in front of Linda. Feeling my presence, she lifted her head. I swung my hips to playfully slap her face with my dick. Her eyes went wide with surprise.

"Um, no," she said quietly, eyeing the evidence. "Seriously. There is no way. Sorry."

Fuck. I wanted my dick sucked.

"Do you want it back in your ass again," I asked, stubbornly refusing to back away.

Linda's nostrils flared, she looked completely disgusted. But she nodded yes.

"Then clean up your mess, Mrs. Jones," I said quietly.

We engaged in a brief staring contest. I wondered why she would clean me up after I had been Candy's ass, but cleaning her own mess was so repulsive.

Linda lost the contest to look down and examine my member. Her tongue came out and furtively touched here and there, spots she deemed safe. Then she paused. Shit. That's it? 

But then her tongue came out, splayed flat at the base, and, tilting her chin up, ran firmly all the way up the shaft.

Candy was cringing with disbelief. "That is *really* gross, mom. Really."

This only excited her mom. Her tongue slid up and down my shaft, head tilting this way and that so she could do a thorough job. Then she took my cock in her mouth, the whole thing in a single gulp. Well, as much as she could without choking.

Candy watched quietly. She reached out and gently messaged her mom's shoulder, then neck. Scooting over and pushing up, Candy kissed her mom's cheek. Then chin. Then cheek again. 

What is she doing? Is she...? Holy shit!

Candy was kissing the side of her mom's mouth as I slid my dick in and out. Linda tilted her head a bit and opened her eyes to look at her daughter. I continued sliding in and out, only now I could see Linda's cheek being pushed in and out. My wife saw it to and kissed her mom's cheek on the spot. I felt a tiny bit of added resistance on the next pass.

Candy refocused on her mom's open lips, licking them now. And between them, on my shaft.

Praise Jesus! Apparently Candy had decided I was now clean enough! She was going to give me my ultimate fantasy----two women sucking my dick at once!

Linda had the same realization. She opened her mouth more and I eased back, leaving only the head barely in her mouth, so they could kiss. Candy sent her tongue into her mom's mouth, Linda closed down. I could feel their tongues dancing around each other----and my warrior.

Linda pushed my dick toward her daughter. Candy closed her mouth around me and slid down on the shaft. Her mom rolled my balls around in the soft sack as her daughter worked. Reaching the top again, Candy's mouth leaped off my dick and onto her mom's mouth. The two made out.

What about me?

I pushed the head of my dick to the edge of their mouths, trying to find a way to penetrate into the union. Candy made room, I pushed in. Both women worked my dick with their tongues. I could feel it, but I couldn't see.

One hand on each forehead, I separated the women. My throbbing dick swayed freely in the middle, millimeters from two pairs of hungry lips.

"Just wait a minute," I said quietly. "Look up please." I waited until I had there attention. "Yeah, you're husband is really missing out. That fucking guy has no clue how fucked up and hot his wife really is. I bet you would grant him pretty much any fantasy he wants, if he wasn't such a tool." Linda's brow lifted and she smiled appreciatively. "And his kinky, fantasy Goddess of a daughter. His sweet, innocent little angel... sharing a cock with his wife!" Both women laughed. "I want to see both his girl's----his faithful wife and his innocent baby girl----licking my dick at the same time."

Almost instantly their tongues were treating my knob like a lollypop. I let it go for a second, enjoying them looking up at me as I watched them.

"Now Linda," I said, gently pushing Candy back. "I want to deep throat John's wife."

Linda's mouth opened and silently slid down on my cock. I felt the back of her throat and her mouth convulsed involuntarily with a gag reflex. She pushed a little more, my dick went a bit deeper. Her gag reflex kicked in again, but quickly calmed. I could feel her slobbery tongue sliding around the length of my shaft.

"What's your husband's name?"

Linda didn't bother trying to pull my dick out her mouth this time. She choked out a garbled, "Jonathan Jones."

"And whose dick is in your mouth?"

She tried to say something, but laughed and choked at the same time. She slid halfway up my dick to make room, then snickered again. "Not his!"

Candy and I laughed. I placed my finger under Linda's chin and lifted her the rest of the way off my shaft.

"Now I want his wife, the mother of his innocent angel, to feed his daughter daughter some cock."

Linda's brows furrowed, trying to figure out what I was saying. Then she looked at her daughter slyly. With her left hand, Linda angled my dick toward Candy. When Candy didn't move, Linda reached her right hand behind Candy's head and pushed down. Candy's warm, wet mouth encircled my dick. Linda's hand gripped some hair and began pulling and pushing her daughter's head up and down.

"Say something disrespectful about her father. Tell her how much you like cheating on her daddy," I urged.

Linda looked at her daughter and blurted: "I've cheated on him before!" 

Candy's eyes opened wide with shock. She yelped a garbled, "MOM!"

Linda looked up at me quickly, then furtively looked back and forth at the two of us. I don't think she could believe she had just said that either.

"But it was a long time ago! Twelve years ago, when we were in the old house," Linda fired the words out quickly. 

Candy was still staring with disbelieve. "Who?"

"Do you remember Harold our..."

"Our neighbor?! Oh my God, mom! He used to watch me in my bathing suit whenever I was swimming in the back yard!"

"I know," Linda replied, laughing. "He used to watch me, too!"

"Holy shit," I said. "You really are a slut! Kiss your daughter, slut."

"No," Candy protested, pushing her mom's approaching face away. "I can't believe you really cheated on dad. Oh my God, mom. He loves you!"

Linda stared back at her daughter. There was something hard in the older woman's eyes. 

"So what," Linda said flippantly. She opened her mouth and gobbled my entire shaft. 

"Oh my God, how can you just..."

"Harold had a big dick, really big," Linda answered, coming off my shaft. "I couldn't wait for your dad to go out of town," Linda said quietly, boldly returning her daughter's gaze as she stroked my cock. "We carried on for a whole year, your father is so clueless. I left lingerie all over the floor, he never even noticed. I gave Harold a hand job under the table one time, right in front your dad."

"Bitch!"

A thought occurred, I laughed. "Spank her, honey!"

"She wouldn't dare," Linda snapped. Woah! Linda wants it! That was a deliberate challenge.

Candy sat up on the arm of the sofa, looking down at her mom's backside. 

Linda bit her bottom lip. "You haven't eaten mommy's pussy yet. Why don't go down there and think about how bad you feel for daddy?"

Candy slapped her mom's butt. Hard. Really hard.

"Harold liked to play with your dirty panties while..."

Slap. Slap. Slap!!!

"Oh God, sweety. Don't be like that. Mommy has needs, too!"

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Linda's hand was back between her legs.

"You guys played with my underwear," Candy asked suddenly, curious despite herself. Then she dismissed her own curiosity. "Wait. I don't want to know."

"Underwear, bathing suit, anything that... Ow! Hey, that hurts!"

I was working my way around the couch, missed it. There was no slap so... oh. My wife's claws were digging into her mom's ass with a kung fu grip. Candy released but the skin remain very white around five clear scratch marks.

"That's so disgusting, mom. Seriously. I know your horny and all, but pretty soon this is going to be over and I will remember all the things you just said forever," Candy said somberly. 




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 04



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STORY (SO FAR) SUMMARY: 

Ch1

My wife Candy's mom, Linda, came in town to spend the weekend with us. We have a small house, so Candy and Linda were to share our room, I was to sleep on the couch. After a day full of many off color hints and suggestive comments from Linda, then increasingly naughty joking between Linda and I, I ended up being invited to join them in bed. The invite was a half joke, but I ran with it anyway.

This led to a three way encounter. All three of us just did what we felt like doing, which included sexual interaction between my wife and her mom. As mind-blowing as I found it, little thought and no conversation was given to the fact that they were committing incest.

Ch2

Realizing that I had the whole weekend to play, I decided to make our next encounter deliberately all about incest. With a bit of coaxing, I managed to get the ladies going and, eventually, I found myself taking pictures of something I would never have imagined: my wife tonguing her mother's ass.

Ch3

My wife then took her mom shopping for shoes... but mom was not enthusiastic. After a very short time, they returned home with no bags. Clearly my mother wanted to play, so play we did. I explained that this morning my joy had come from watching them explore incest and that, last night, I had enjoyed the sex tremendously because of who I was having sex with: my wife's mother.

But now I wanted something different. I wanted to screw my asshole father's innocent little princess and his wife like a couple of dirty sluts. So that's exactly what I did!

Unfortunately, during the process of turning my mother out, she said some things that could not be taken back. This threatened to become quite an obstacle for me.

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"Look, you can't kick her out of our house like this," I pleaded with my wife. Her mom was in the shower. "If you send her home right now, without talking this thing through, you will royally screw up your relationship forever."

Candy continued making sandwiches, angrily tossing things around on the counter. Even though she didn't respond, I knew she saw the truth of my words.

"She cheated on dad," Candy reminded me.

"Yes, she did. She's human. Are you going to divorce her because she made a mistake? Twelve years ago?"

I waited, but Candy ignored the question.

"You have to forgive her, you..."

"I will," Candy inserted. "I know I will. Eventually. But I don't feel like listening to her try to explain it all away. You know that's what she's going to do. She's probably in the shower practicing a speech right now. I just don't want to listen to..."

"Then don't! Just change the subject when she brings it up."

Candy was slicing croissants in half. She stopped and looked up at me with accusing eyes: "The only reason you don't want me mad is because that would ruin your little sex parade."

"What? No! I really care about...." I trailed off abruptly. No point in even trying to bullshit. 

I grinned and owned the truth instead. "Ok, fine. You're right. But it's not just me who's having fun. You have to admit this is some of the hottest sex ever. I mean, not just the hottest sex we've ever had, but the hottest *anyone* has ever had. Ever!"

Candy laughed, pulling some lettuce from the bottom drawer. She continued to work in silence.

"Can you just give this a slide," I asked, practically begging. "For me? Not for her, but for me? Just give her a pass for this weekend, only. Pretty please?"

Candy looked up at me and shook her head slowly. A chink in the armor? Fuck yea!

"I'll get her to do whatever you want her to do," I promised. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I realized it was an empty promise because I couldn't think of anything. "Is there anything you want? Anything at all?" 

Candy's expression changed for a microsecond before she looked away. 

"Holy shit, there is something you want! What is it, baby? Just tell me."

Candy was stubbornly silent. My mind went back to this morning, when the realization had dawned on me that Candy had entertained fantasies about her mom before.

"Please honey, let me make it happen for you. All you have to do is tell me."

It took several minutes of begging and, when she finally shared it with me, I saw my wife in a new light. Candy's wish was so... so... I don't know. 

"Tomorrow," I promised, studying my wife who was too embarrassed to look at me. "I'll try to make it happen tomorrow."

Candy was right, Linda was desperate for her daughter's forgiveness about the infidelity. She brought it up as soon as she got out of the shower, then several more times during lunch. But each time she did, I stepped on it and changed the subject. Linda was so persistent about it that, when Candy excused herself to use the restroom, I warned the older woman to drop the subject or our fun weekend would be over. Period.

This sobered Linda, finally.

"You have to sweep this thing into the closet with all the other family issues that no one ever discusses," I implored. "She'll get over it eventually, but talking about it right now is just going to piss her off even more. You just need to wait, she will talk to you when she's ready."

"Fine," Linda agreed with sigh. 

"You two need a distraction, I have one in mind," I said, smiling mischievously. 

Linda rolled her eyes and shook her head with amazement. "Wow! How on earth do you have so much energy? We just..."

"No, not that. Candy is completely *not* in the mood right now! To be honest, I need a bit of a break, too," I admitted with a weary smile. "Candy is pissed, trying to have sex right now would end in disaster. You guys need a distraction. How about some relaxed mother-daughter time, doing Candy's favorite thing?" Linda's brow shot up and she smiled with hope. "Shopping."

Linda was disappointed. "We tried that earlier, neither of us..."

"Not shoe shopping for you," I said. "This time you are both shopping. And *you* will buy anything *she* desires."

Linda's head tilted in thought. The idea had merit, her expression told me. I continued: "She hasn't purchased new lingerie in God knows how long. Take her to Myers Hosiery, she loves that place." 

Myers was a very upscale lingerie shop, too expensive for my wife's thrifty sensibilities. But if her mom was buying?

"And on the trip home, I have another stop in mind for you. She will get on the highway, it's the quickest way back. Tell her to get off at the second exit and take a right. Two blocks up, you will see sign for a store called 'Her Pleasure'." I smiled at the look on Linda's face. "Don't tell her where you are going until you're in the parking lot. You will have to talk her out of the car. Tell her you guys will pretend you're there to buy gag gifts for a bachelorette party. Buy a bachelorette game, penis straws or whatever for your cover, but make sure you you guys have fun shopping... and buy some sexy toys. While you're there, I have two things I want you to get..."

When Candy returned, I made the announcement: "You guys are going shopping. Your mom is buying!"

Candy regarded me coolly. But the only thing better than shopping was shopping on someone else's dime. I knew my wife had to like that, even if she was playing hard to get. I decided to let Linda explain the destination while they were in the car.

They had only been gone a few minutes when my buddy Steve called, wanting to catch a game at the pub. I couldn't think of a better way to kill time.

While we were shooting some pool, Steve told me all about the latest hottie he had picked up. Normally this is a one way street, him bragging, me listening... silently longing for the good old days. Today, it was everything I could do not to spill my guts. But I managed to bite my tongue as we downed a pitcher, me checking my watch every five minutes.

At 3pm, I bid him adieu and rushed out the door. 

My wife's car was already in the driveway, fantasies about what was taking place in my home rushed through my mind. I didn't even notice the car sliding in behind me until the door closed.

"Davey, Davey, Daveeey!!!"

Shit. Fuck. No fucking way!

"Juliana Banana!" I forced out a cheerful greeting.

I turned in time to see her running, full tilt, just as she leaped up for a huge hug. I stumbled back in her embrace, nearly toppling over and bringing her with me.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! What's it been, three months I think!" Juliana shrieked, kissing my cheek like I was a soldier returning home from leave.

"Yeaaaa! It's so great to see you," I managed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. God fucking dammit.

"Where's Candy! Yipee! I heard her mom is here," she called out, running up the driveway. 

Fuck. 

Oh shit! 

I took off running. I couldn't let her barge in! What if...

But beat me to the door she did. Shoving it open, she called out, "H-aaaa-llooooo? I'm home!!!"

By the time I got to the door, Candy was in the foyer, quickly buttoning up her pink blouse. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her mom dart across the hall... with no pants on! If I wasn't so pissed about this intrusion, I would really have enjoyed figuring out what was going on.

Juliana seemed totally oblivious to the fact that Candy had to button her shirt. She threw her arms out and all but tackled Candy, too. Candy glared at me over Juliana's shoulder.

What the fuck? Like this shit was my fault!

I gestured, very animatedly, that this was not my fault and I was just as unhappy for the intrusion. I pointed at Juliana's back and then, with the same hand, pointed my thumb over my shoulder at the door, silently telling my wife to get her little friend the fuck out of here.

"Yoohoo, Li-n-nda-aa," Juliana called out. 

Juliana pushed Candy away and went into the living room, looking for Linda. Candy trailed after her, saying," I think she's in my room, changing."

Suddenly it dawned on me why Candy was mad: she thought I had invited Juliana over. 

Ha! Not a bad idea actually, but she gives me way too much credit. I'm not that smart. And I'm not that fucking greedy, either. Jesus! I'm not going to try to add another person into what is already completely over top fantasy sex.

I couldn't blame Candy for having thought I was behind the visit, though. I had gone through a phase about a year ago where I started begging my wife to let us invite one of her friends into bed with us. Typical guy thing, right? At some point or another, probably every dude on the planet has taken a run at trying to talk his lady into that. 

At the time, though, I kind of had an advantage. I had introduced Candy to the porn video series, Where the Boys Aren't. Just as the title promises, the movies feature 100% girl on girl action. Candy got so hot and bothered, we had some of the best sex ever.

I quickly learned that Candy might be willing to fantasize to some degree, but no way in hell was she ever going to live out any of my crackpot plans. This didn't stop me from scheming, though. And Juliana was at the top of my wish list.

Juliana is hot as shit. Half Korean, half German, Juliana picked up the best traits from both sides. She was tall and quite leggy, with a very ample chest, lovely yellow complexion, porcelain skin, and big brown Asian eyes. She loved to wear heals, skimpy shorts, and tight shirts. Juliana drove all my guy friends nuts whenever we had parties.

The closest I ever came to my threesome was getting Candy to acknowledge that she found Juliana attractive and that if----big huge fat hairy *IF*----Candy ever really considered a threesome, it would be with Juliana. Of course, this led me to beg for almost an entire year before surrendering. 

Thing is, it drove me nuts knowing how close I was to realizing the fantasy. All my wife had to do was simply say yes. Getting Juliana onboard was the easy part. God love her, but Juliana is, shall we say, easy?

When Candy and I first got together, it caused a problem in their relationship. Apparently Juliana had a huge crush on me. I didn't know it at the time, but it would have made no difference to me. I only had eyes for Candy from the day I first saw her. As hot as Juliana is, Candy blows her out of the water.

Nevertheless, Juliana has flirted with me every chance she gets for as long as I can remember. Right in front of Candy or anybody else that happens to be around. I used to just think that was the way she was, until one night after a party at our place. She was too drunk to drive (as usual), crashed out our place (as usual). Candy headed off to bed first (as usual), Juliana and I sat up chatting (as usual). She made a bold pass at me and I pushed her off in shock. She went on to practically beg for sex, even promising to keep it a secret.

I turned her down, but turned the heat up on Candy about the threesome. Eventually Candy got really, really pissed off about the whole subject. She thought I had a thing for Juliana. Thought I just wanted to have sex with other women, etc, etc. She stopped having Juliana come around and started getting angry when I put in girl on girl porns.

I could never get that. I am not trying to say I'm some super star, but it really wouldn't be much of a challenge if my only goal was to have sex with another woman. Juliana was far from the only opportunity to fall in my lap. Truly, my fascination was almost 100% with the lesbian aspect of the idea. I suppose I wanted to play too, but I mostly just wanted to watch two women getting it on!

But I surrendered. Candy was never going to do it and she was starting to withhold sex. So that was that.

Now here Juliana was, right in the middle of all this crazy mess. I bet I could somehow...

No. No fucking way. Don't even think about it.

"Get rid of her, please," I whispered fiercely at my wife. We were in the living room, Juliana was in the hall, yelling through the door at Linda.

"How? How am I supposed to do that? Gee, I haven't seen you in three months. Good to see you. Ok, time to leave, bye!"

I shrugged at the sarcasm. "I don't care how, just do it. Think of something..."

As I spoke, I noticed a laundry basket sitting in front of the tv with a towel over it. The towel was also draped over a large black plastic shopping bag. I know what that is!

Leaning over I pulled the towel off. Sure enough on the side of the bag was a large red imprint of a woman's lips, the logo of Her Pleasure. And in the basket was a jumbled mess of brand new lingerie, fresh from the laundry. 

I looked up at Candy happily and she shrugged her shoulders, nodding toward our problem in the hallway.

"Oh my God, what's that," asked Juliana, brightly. 

Fuck. She was standing at the breakfast bar, Linda right behind her. I threw the towel down.

"Too late, I already saw it," Juliana laughed. Leaning over, short skirt climbing up, she pulled away the towel. "Oh my! New panties? And... hey, that bag is from... ."

Juliana stopped herself short and looked back guiltily at Candy's mom. "Oh. Just laundry. I'm sorry. So how long are you in town for, Mrs. Jones?"

Juliana draped the towel over the contraband as she spoke, turning to face the older woman in an attempt to change the subject.

Linda understood what was happening and decided to play along. "I was going to leave tomorrow morning, but I've been having so much fun. I'll probably stay late tomorrow, at least until Candy gets bored with me."

Good fucking answer, I thought. Hot! 

The women prattled on as I considered what was in the basket. More important, what is in the black sack?

Jesus, she is NEVER going to fucking leave. You know what? Fuck it.

I casually pulled the towel off the basket, all three women continued the polite chatter, pretending not to notice me as I was picking up the lingerie and examining. When I grabbed the black bag, Juliana panicked, thinking I did not know what comes in black bags with that logo.

"Dave! Davey! Can you... will you show me something on your computer? I've been having a problem with my..."

"It's ok, Juliana. I know what's in the bag," Linda laughed. "I may be old, but I'm not a prude. Who do you think paid for all that?"

Juliana was stunned, then embarrassed.

"Juliana," I said. "Not to be rude, but you are kind of steeling my thunder. We love seeing you and all, but..."

"Dave! Don't be a jerk," shot my wife, snarling.

"They were going to model all this stuff for me before you showed up," I said, with a completely serious face.

Everybody was stunned, Juliana recovered first. Giggling madly, she said: "Oh my God, I believed you for a sec. You are such a dirty bug!" Turning to Linda, she said breathily: "You are so hip, Mrs. Jones. My mom has no idea what Her Pleasure is, she would totally freak out!"

"Come here a moment, please Linda," I requested. I had a pair of matching one-piece lingerie outfits, one in each hand. Linda maneuvered around Juliana and approached. "Turn around, please." I said smiling. Linda looked at Candy and shrugged, turning. I held up the larger set, allowing the thong to hang down over her jeans, lining up perfectly with the seat of her pants. "Nice! This one first, please."

With that I tossed the smaller set at Candy and handed the other to Linda.

Stunned silence. 

I am certain that Candy was plotting my death. Linda was probably wondering how far away she needed to stand in order to avoid blood spatter. Juliana... well, she was probably thinking about buying that cute Kero Keroppi purse she had seen at the mall.

"Not to be rude, Juliana, but you really should have called," I said quietly.

Juliana stared at Candy, then Linda, then back at me. Maybe Juliana did have a thought, after all. "Oh. My. God. Your mom is so cool! You guys really bought matching lingerie?!" She plunked down on the couch. "That is soooo cute!"

Fuck. "Seriously, Juliana," I said, nearly begging now. "Why don't you come back tomorrow afternoon?"

Juliana's expression turned quizzical as she finally realized I was seriously kicking her out. "You guys are really going to model for him?" She looked up, Candy looked away. But Linda boldly smiled back, nodding. Juliana clapped her hands with glee. "Fun! Can I stay?"

Candy was glaring at me, so hard I thought my hair was going to burst into flame. "Why not," I asked, innocently. "It'll be fun to have an extra set of eyes."

I leaned over and scooped up the basket. Handing it to Linda, I plunked down next to Juliana. "This is so exciting," I said, smiling broadly and rubbing my hands together.

Candy followed her mom who was already halfway through the kitchen. In the hall I heard the beginnings of a hushed argument before the door slammed.

As soon as we were alone, Juliana confided: "Actually, it's kind of weird, having matching lingerie. Candy's mom is basically going to have sex with Candy's dad, wearing the same lingerie Candy wears with you. That's kind of gross." Her nose was crinkled. "I mean, yuck! Who does that?"

"Shh! Don't make Candy feel weird about it," I whispered. "Maybe they both just like the same things?"

"That's true. Yeah, I can see that. If Candy and I had gone together, I might have bought the same..."

She stopped when we heard a door open in the hall. The door closed again, hard. 

Juliana resumed talking, I barely paid any attention. I was wishing I could be a fly on the wall in there.

Eventually we heard the door in the hall open again. A moment later the kitchen light flipped on and off to get our attention. 

"Music, please," Linda called from the hall.

I snagged the remote and quickly cued up Dag's Supercollider. Linda came prancing toward us. Candy stuck her head out from the doorway and just watched.

"Woot woot, work it girl!!! Yea, like that! There you go," Juliana cat called Linda. "Come on, Candy! Don't be shy. Oooo yea!"




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 04



Candy was much more reserved, but she did come tip toeing out, giving us a ballerina spin. Juliana was laughing so hard, she was almost in tears. 

"You guys are so cool! I wish I could be like this with my own mom."

"Very nice," I agreed. "Turn around, please. Oh, wow."

Both women were standing shoulder to shoulder, wearing the lingerie I had requested. It was shear material, white with a pink floral design, cut very high on the sides, becoming a thong in the middle. 

"Back up, please," I requested.

Juliana laughed and hid behind me as the pair asses shuffled back.

"Nice," I proclaimed, running my hand over Linda's exposed cheek. I did that for Juliana, but she missed it. "Turn around. Wow! Totally see thru. Very naughty."

Juliana peeked out. You could clearly see pubic hair and folded skin straight thru the material.

"Next?" Linda asked.

"Yes, sure. Next please," I answered. I joined Julliana in clapping for the retreating women. 

"Would you like a drink?"

"Oh my God, yes! Please. You know what I like."

"One Midori Sour coming up," I answered, happily hopping up. I mixed enough for three.

I was popping the top off a bottle of beer when I heard Juliana squeal: "Oh my God!" 

Juliana had the black bag in front of her and was holding up a strap on dildo, leg band pinched between two fingers as if it were too gross to hold.

"Nice," I laughed, handing a drink to Juliana as I sat down.

Juliana's brows were raised in shock. She asked the million dollar question: "Who's is this?" 

I just laughed. 

"Seriously, do you know what this is? It's not just a dildo, it's a strap-on! Who's is it? And who is she going to use it on?" Suddenly her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Is this for you???"

I laughed again. "Good lord, Juliana! I don't swing that way, you know that. Besides, even if I did... that thing is frikken huge!"

She laughed, dropping the large green rubber device on the couch as the lights began flickering. Worldspinning was playing, this time they came out with less pinache. It may have been less flamboyant, but it was much sexier. They were actually dancing, Linda behind Candy.

This outfit was much less revealing, but a million times sexier. They were wearing matching hot pants style panties, hung low, and matching bras. The waistband barely covered their snatches in the front and revealed the very top of their cracks behind. The material was velvety, red in the middle with lacy bands of black at the waist and leg. Very hot.

"Oh wow! You girls are lovely, wow! So sexy," Juliana crooned, perched on the edge of the couch.

I pulled Juliana back, she was blocking my view. The music changed to a very slow Prince song as Juliana cozied up to me.

"I want to see a slow dance," I said happily. 

"Oh, me too," agreed Juliana, clapping quietly with glee.

Linda took Candy's hand in her's and placed the other hand on her daughter's back. The two moved slowly, back and forward in font of us. At one point, Linda spun Candy and began dancing up close, from behind, chin on Candy's shoulder. When Candy spun back, Linda pulled her in tight.

"That's kinda hot," Juliana said quietly. I don't think they heard. "In a gross kind of way."

They continued slow dancing all the way through the song. It was very intimate. When the song changed again, it was even slower. Miles Davis.

I held up the strap on, dangling between a thumb and index, just as Juliana had.

"Will you try this on for us, honey," I asked.

Candy rolled her eyes, but took it. We all watched quietly as she stepped in, smooth jazz playing softly.

Juliana giggled uncontrollably when Candy stood up, huge green phallus dangling. Linda continued slow dancing as Candy began swaying her hips, bouncing her tool this way and that. Juliana dried her eyes. "Whatcha gonna do with that big ole thing?" She called out, wickedly.

Candy swung it in her mom's direction, Linda covered her eyes in a show of mock terror. Candy strutted up and bonked her mom's thighs. Linda turned around and bent over, resting her head on the arm of the couch.

"Oh my God! So funny, your mom is hilarious!"

Candy laughed and scooted up to bop the back of her mom's thighs.

"Give it to her, baby. Your mom wants it."

"She wouldn't. No way," Juliana said quietly.

Candy grabbed her giant dick in the middle and tapped each of her mom's cheeks, then flopped it right up the middle and pressed the length into her mom's crack. Juliana gripped my arm tightly. Hard enough that it actually hurt. Candy grabbed it in the middle, dragging down as she stepped back. When the penis was horizontal, shooting straight out from Candy, she pressed into her mom's panty clad ass and pushed forward, creating a huge wedgie.

Candy rocked back to front, pretending to plow her mom in slow motion. Juliana suddenly stopped giggling. 

It was just so raw.

"Ok, that's... that's... that's just messed up."

Candy withdrew and smiled down at Juliana. "I think we freaked her out mom."

Linda laughed, looking over at a very stunned Juliana. Linda rolled off the arm, plunking in next to Juliana. She reached her arm out and hugged us. "We're just playing, sweetie!"

"Oh, you know you want it," I piped up, laughing. I reached up and grabbed Candy's penis, pulling her in close. Juliana hid behind me. "Give it a kiss, Linda," I said, wagging it in front of the older lady.

Linda pretended to try to hide as well. Candy's knee was between her mom's legs. I pulled her again, causing her to lean over us and grab the back of the couch for support. She swayed her hips, batting her mom's face with her member.

Juliana pushed Linda away and watched from behind me. Candy remained persistent, batting her mom's mouth gently. Eventually Linda kissed the head. Looking down, I could see that Juliana's skirt had hiked up. She was wearing bright red panties. Linda's mouth opened and she reluctantly accepted the thick head.

"Oh my God!!!" Juliana gasped as Linda grabbed the penis and began giving it head.

"Lick his balls," I requested after a moment. 

Linda ran her tongue all the way down the tool. It was at least 8 inches and very thick. But there were no balls, only a rectangular piece of plastic that fit snuggly over Candy's crotch. Juliana gasped as the older woman began licking the plastic.

"Oh my God, that's so sick," shrieked Juliana. She was really starting to freak out.

"Next," I yelled. "You guys are getting too crazy. We want to see what else you bought."

Linda released Candy and pushed off the couch.

"Wait," Juliana said nervously. Linda was standing in front of her daughter, Candy was smiling mischievously, swaying her hips to bop her mom's thighs.

"Yes dear," Linda asked, smiling softly at Juliana. 

Juliana was very embarrassed. "I want... I'd like to see that again. Please. The part where Candy was pretending... oh, never mind. Ok, next!"

"Just say it," I urged. "All of that was pretty hot. I want to see it again, too. What did..."

"When Candy was pretending to poke you from behind. That. Can you guys do that again. I didn't really... actually, don't worry about it. Seriously. You guys can just try on the next..."

But Linda already had her head on the couch. "You mean this," Linda asked, wiggling her bottom at Candy. "I liked this part, too."

Candy approached, forgetting to lift her member. It now hung between her mom's legs. Candy lifted it up, bopping her mom's crotch.

"Oh my," laughed the older woman.

Candy did it again, then dragged firmly up, placing the head directly on portion of crotch that covered nothing but pussy. Then she eased further up and pushed in at the ass, recreating the deep valley from earlier.

"Oooooh, it's so big." Linda laughed softly, smiling at Juliana as she faked a moan. "Do you like that sweetie?"

Juliana's face crinkled with disgust. But she nodded yes. 

Candy pushed in and out, Linda gave Juliana some little grunts. "You can get closer, if you want."

Juliana straightened up with a little assistance from me. Perched on the edge of the couch, skirt now hiked even further, she looked down at Linda's ass. A very close view. 

"You guys are so... ." 

Juliana had started to speak, but seemed to run out of words. 

Welcome to my world, I thought. Some things are just beyond words.

I reached over, slid a finger under the lacy black band, and, with Candy easing back to make room, pushed her mother's panties further aside. Now Candy slid her big dick back into her mom's nude crevice.

Juliana said nothing. Did nothing. But I could feel her back trembling.

"Linda," I said quietly, almost a whisper. "Can you spread your cheeks so we can see?"

Linda silently acquiesced, sending both hands back. She pulled the panties even further away and then, with both hands, separated her cheeks.

Juliana murmured something softly, but I couldn't distinguish any words.

Candy's thick tool was now clearly visible, head pressed her mother's anus. Candy swayed in and out, knocking at the back door. Then she came in hard, pushing steadily, persistently, creating a deep cavity in the middle of her mom's ass.

Suddenly I realized Candy was really trying to get in. Shit! No way. Too fucking big. And no lubrication. She would kill her mom!

I reached out and gingerly grabbed the middle of the dildo and pushed back. Candy eased off and I guided her down. Using the head like a giant finger, I gently spread Linda's lips, first one side then the other, positioning the knob dead in the middle before moving away.

Juliana quickly resumed her position so she had a clear view.

"Oh," Juliana whispered. Then she realized what was about to happen. "Oh!"

"Ooooh," Linda groaned, as Candy pressed in.

Juliana watched as Linda's lips spread even further to wrap around the head of Candy's giant green cock. Slowly an inch disappeared, then two, three, four. Candy reversed, cock sliding out a good three inches. Then she pushed in again, faster, giving her mom an extra inch. In and out she slid, giving her mom more with each pass.

"Oh God! Give it to me," Linda whispered fiercely. And Candy did exactly that. "SHIT! Oh yes, fuck me!"

These words seem to break Juliana's spell. She turned to face me, practically nose to nose, face contorted with too much emotion. I thought she was going speak, but she didn't. The room was mostly silent, quiet jazz in the background, wet squishings of sex, soft grunts from the woman getting fucked.

Juliana suddenly turned away from me. Linda had put her arm around Juliana's side and was stroking the younger woman's thigh. Juliana stared at her best friend's mother. Linda's eyes were closed. I kissed the back of Juliana's neck. Linda's hand slid over the top of Juliana's leg and stroked the inner thigh.

Juliana turned back to me again, eyes wide and panicked. She looked like a wild animal, ready to scream. She was totally overwhelmed. Fuck!

Juliana loosed a guttural protest: "Oh my God, what the..."

I cut her off by kissing her. Linda shifted over and joined me, kissing the struggling girl's neck and chin. Juliana tried to say something, but my tongue was in her mouth.

And then silence. Accept for the squishings of a large cock sliding in and out of a juicy pussy.

Juliana was kissing me back, passionately. Linda's nose pressed into mine, Juliana's tongue was pushing mine. Linda's tongue was working it's way between out lips. For a brief moment I was kissing both women as Linda was trying to worm her body under mine. I made room by backing out.

"Mrs. Jones," Juliana gasped out, breathlessly. 

I reached both hands up under Juliana's skirt on the outsides of her legs as they kissed. Juliana hungrily kissed her best friend's mother as I began working the panties down. The older woman was groping the younger, one hand under the t-shirt, the other over. I undid Juliana's skirt, pulled it wide and tugged. Juliana lifted her ass so I could pull the skirt toward me.

I dropped it on the floor, immediately tugged her tight T up, parting the women for just a second as the shirt travelled between their faces. Linda's hand's gleefully worked Juliana's wobbly mounds, freeing a nipple. It was small, circled by a small brown areola. I undid the clasp and worked the bra off with minimal assistance, dropping it on the skirt.

She was naked! Linda instantly had a nipple in her mouth, both hands wrapped around the same tit.

Fuck it, nobody needs me right now. I was on a mission to nudify the living room. I reached over and undid the clasp at Linda's back, pulling the velvety bra away.

I extracted my arm and climbed off the couch. Standing beside my wife, I kissed her as she continued plowing her mom. I slid the fingers of my right hand into the top of Candy's undies. And down. Down. Down. Over the curve at the bottom of her ass and down further, burying two fingers in a juicy snatch. I could feel the pressure on the back of my hand as she pushed toward her mom.

Mission. Mission!

Continuing to kiss my wife, I withdrew and focused on her bra. A gentle tug and it was gone, two tiny titties sprung free.

I now had three sets of naked tits in my living room. Juliana was completely nude. Two panties to go...

I began tugging Candy's down, then realized the futility. The strap-on was in the way. Similar problem with Linda's undies.

Obstacles.

I pushed Candy gently but firmly back, all the way until she popped out of her mom's pussy. I reached down and tugged the older woman's knickers over her ass. Candy just stood there, watching her mom kissing her friend. As soon as she had been freed, the older woman had pushed further onto Juliana. They were making out as the panties traveled over ankles.

I was on my knees to accomplish that. Linda slid off the couch, between Juliana's legs. Turning, I pulled Candy's dong down. Candy was stepping out, even as I was pulling down at the lacy waistband.

I wanted to eat some pussy. But the moment Candy was free, she climbed onto Juliana, basically straddling her mom's back in the process.

I just stood there, admiring my handiwork. Three completely naked ladies, in my living room. My wife was wildly kissing her best friend. The matriarch's face was buried between thighs, eating pussy. 

Life is good!

Juliana's eyes were open, dancing with silent laughter. She grinned at me as Candy's transferred down on toward the chest. I grinned back and shook my head slowly. Yeah, this was some fucked up shit. I was glad to share the moment with her.

I raised my brows to say 'check this out' and pushed Candy over.

"Juliana wants to see a mother licking her little girl's pussy," I said.

Candy rolled her eyes at me, but cozied in beside her friend. Linda was looking up at me, one hand on each of Juliana's thighs. 

"That's right, 'Mrs. Jones', it's time for some real incest," I said quietly with a big smile, intentionally being more formal like Juliana. "So far you guys have just been playing around, committing virtual incest with a toy in between. But we want to see you get really perverted. We want to watch you do dirty things to your own daughter." Linda was eyeing me, I smiled at her. "Spread your legs for mommy, hon. Good girl." Candy put her left leg over and between Juliana's knees. Juliana fingered my wife. "See, that 'Mrs. Jones'? Your little girl wants you. Lick you daughter's pussy."

Linda meekly began complying, extracting from Juliana and positioning in front of Candy.

"Kiss!" Juliana all but shouted, surprising all of with the very loud but unclear directive. Embarrassed to have us all looking at her, Juliana smiled shyly and clarified. "Kiss first, please. You can do more after, but I just... I want to see that first. I want to see you guys just kissing."

Linda and Juliana just stared at her.

"You heard her," I said. "Put your tongue in Candy's mouth and..."

"No," Juliana cut me off irritably. "Your such a guy! I want... I want... I don't know. Yeah, like that."

Linda was kissing Candy's closed but relaxed lips. It was sweet and gentle. After a moment, she softly kissed cheek, neck, chin, then back to gentle exploration of lips.

"Romantic," Juliana said, giggling. "That's very romantic. Totally disgusting, but kind of romantic."

Juliana massaged Linda's back as the older woman kissed her daughter, 'romantically'. Juliana's hand continued south, rubbing Linda's ass. When the hand disappeared over the hump and between the legs, Linda's tongue came out and licked Candy's lips. 

Candy's mouth opened very receptively. Their lips closed around each other, sealing off the dancing tongues from our view. Occasionally their mouths parted enough so that we could see the wet twistings within. It was very hot.

This continued for a long time, becoming gradually more passionate. Linda's left hand was down, fingering her daughter's pussy.

Abruptly Linda broke off the embrace, sliding down to kiss Candy's chest just below her neck. Both hands were now up working my wife's tiny tits as lips continued south. Linda sucked in a nipple and a third of the breast below. Juliana grinned up at me, stroking Linda's hair.

I grinned back. "This is pretty much the ultimate irony!"

Juliana laughed. "Mrs. Jones," Juliana asked. "Did you breast feed Candy?"

Linda looked up, tit still in her mouth. She smiled at Juliana and then began sucking Candy as if she was trying to breastfeed.

"Oh my God," Juliana said, wiggling in her seat. 

Linda continued suckling, looking Juliana in the eye the whole time. The younger woman was twitching involuntarily, overwhelmed by how turned on she was. Juliana seamed to be trying to resist... nope, not anymore. Juliana was masterbating. Linda looked down from the corner of her eye and smiled, sending her left hand to assist.

Belly. Linda was on Candy's belly. Now below the belt. She kissed the skin around the light tuft of hair above Candy's pussy. Juliana groaned, wiggling even more. Linda stopped the decent and looked up at her daughter's horny friend.

"You like this, Juliana?" Linda asked, running her fingers through Candy's pubic hair. Juliana nodded enthusiastically. "Want me to kiss it?" Julian bit her bottom lip and nodded slowly. Without breaking the gaze, Linda lowered her chin and ran her tongue through Candy's pubes. "Ok, there, I did it," Linda said, sighing. "No big deal! It's just hair."

Linda struggled as if she was getting up, totally teasing Juliana.

"No!" The protest had burst from Juliana lips. Then more calmly: "Do it again, longer this time."

Linda rolled her eyes and sighed. With feigned resignation, she licked Candy's pubic area, much more thoroughly this time. After a few moments, she stopped and pretended to move away again.

"Please," Juliana pleaded. Candy hid a smirk. "Just a little lower. Please."

Linda leaned in, studying the area thoughtfully. Then she resumed licking, this time lower, but carefully avoiding the middle where Candy's labia protruded from the folds.

"I know it's really gross, Mrs. Jones," Juliana began quietly, not waiting for Linda to stop this time. "But can you... can you lick her? Like you did me? You can pretend you're licking me so you don't have to think about it."

Linda looked at Juliana in deep thought.

"No you can't," I interrupted. "You can't think about Juliana." I leaned over and pulled Candy's knee up even further. "This is your little girl, not Juliana."

"You don't have to be rude about it," whispered Juliana.

Linda was still looking at Juliana. The older woman leaned in and kissed my wife's inner thigh. Then the other. 

Then, still looking at Juliana, pursed her lips out and gently pressed them to Candy's labia. Her lips parted and she tugged Candy's skin. Her tongue came out and gently probed the hood. 

Juliana gasped, working her own pussy hard. "Oh my God, that's so nasty!"




Sleeping Arrangements Ch. 04



This sound of shock was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Linda thrust her tongue into Candy as deep as it could go. In and out, in and out, fucking her daughter with her mouth. Juliana was masterbating wildly, Candy was groaning with joy, and Linda was feasting on the rarest of delicacies... the wet pussy of her own child.

Me? I was just standing there like a dip shit. 

Fuck that, I tugged my shirt over my head and almost fell because I was trying to dance out of my pants at the same time. Pretty sure I set a personal speed record for undressing. When I finished, I found Juliana staring up and laughing at me.

"Bring that thing over here," Juliana commanded, reaching for me. 

Candy's eyes opened, watching her friend take my cock in her hand and pull me in. One knee between her legs, I leaned in and grabbed the back of the couch. I could feel Juliana's wet pussy on the back of my thigh. She scooped up my balls with her left hand, stroking my shaft with her right. Candy groaned and closed her eyes as Juliana licked the wet slit on my head.

Juliana was smiling up at me, tongue tracing circles on tip of my dick. I smiled back, waiting. Her mouth opened and closed on my dick. Oh God, it was warm. And wet. And slippery. And everything was moving, her tongue, her lips... ah fuck, even a bit of teeth? Fuck! There it was again. Now she grinning at me, dick in her mouth. She showed me her teeth and bit lightly. Fuck. But I think I liked... ow shit! Yea, I like it!

No more teeth. Suddenly she was bobbing up and down, sucking and licking as she went. Candy's eyes were open, but she was looking down at her mom. Linda had three fingers in her daughter and was fucking Candy with her hand. There was something in Candy's eye.

My wife pulled her leg free from Juliana and spun over. Juliana was pushing me down at my hips. I thrust into her mouth a few more times, reluctant to pull away. Juliana let me fuck her face a few more times, then pushed down even harder.

"Oh my God!!!" Juliana practically yelled, pointing. Linda was licking her daughter's ass. Candy's eyes were closed in concentration, masterbating in her mom's face. I grinned at Juliana when she looked up at me. "That is so... disgusting, Mrs. Jones! She's your daughter!"

Again with the gasoline. Linda ran her tongue deliberately up the far wall of Many's ass. Then down the other side. And back up the middle.

I managed to penetrate Juliana's tight slit, she moaned happily. Fuck, I thought sluts were loose. Juliana was extremely tight.

Sorry. I shouldn't say that. We love Juliana. But I just didn't expect her to be so tight.

"Finger, Linda," I said. "Put your finger in your little girl's asshole."

"Oh mommy," Candy sighed as her mom violated her.

"More," Juliana demanded gruffly. I gave her some more. "Oh fuck me!"

"Chill, Juliana, just watch," I said quietly. Juliana stilled, my cock half in her, and focused on Linda. The older woman was smelling her finger.

"Oh my God," Juliana whispered. 

Juliana gasped as Linda devoured the finger. I pushed in hard and started pounding Juliana. She said something in Korean. I don't know what it was, but it was an entire sentence and I liked it. I fucked her even harder, stroking the entire length in and out. Linda now had the index from both hands in her daughter's ass as she was licking the gap. Candy was twitching and giving out little barking noises, two fingers in her own pussy.

"Oh mommy, I feel your tongue in my bottom!"

Juliana clinched down on my cock, I forced it in and out despite the resistance. Suddenly she released and clinched and released, released, released and clinched. Hard.

Another full sentence... mostly Korean, but German also? Her nails dug across my back.

"Yeah, fuck yeah!" Wait. That was me? "Oh fuuuuuck!"

I could feel release after release of cum unloading deep inside Juliana. 

I lay there on top of Juliana chest, listening to her heavy breathing. She was running her fingers through my hair.

"Don't stop, mommy," my wife insisted. "I'm not... I'm not... I think I'm going again!"

Juliana giggled and I opened my eyes. We watched as the older woman tried to finish her daughter.

"Oh, God dammit," yelled my exasperated wife, rolling over. "Just lick my pussy, mom."

Juliana's giggle became a laugh. Candy closed her eyes hard, trying to ignore us. She settled in and her mom pushed between her legs eagerly. 

"This is so messed up," Juliana uttered quietly, I could feel her fingernails on my scalp. My flaccid dick, by the way, was still inside of her. 

"Shhh," I whispered.

"I don't care if they hear me," Juliana shot back. "Look at them! They know it's sick, they don't care!"

Juliana was laughing. Shit. Please don't ruin this, I thought.

"Oh mommy," Candy moaned quietly. "Lick my pussy mommy."

"Oh sweetie, you taste so yummy. Mommy loves her little baby," Linda returned nastily. 

Haha! They were telling Juliana to fuck off. 

Even Juliana appreciated it. She reached her left hand into the mix, stroking Candy's pussy while Linda licked. Candy turned and kissed Juliana. Almost instantly my wife went into the throws of the second orgasm she had been working on.

"Oh fuck, mommy. Lick it. Lick me!"

Candy pushed Juliana away, threw her arm over her head and rode it out. 

Then silence. Except for Candy's heavy breathing. Linda was looking around on the floor for something.

"Poor Linda," I said, smiling at her. No one made any moves to help her join the mile high club. She smiled sadly back at me. "Maybe I'll give you a little something later, after a rest."

Juliana and Linda laughed, even Candy was smiling beneath her arm. I pulled back and my wet cock slopped out and plopped against my balls.

"I wonder how many people we can fit in the shower," I asked the air.

++++

Ok, I think I'm done kids! I like first time encounters better, so maybe I'll come up with a new mother/daughter scenario?

But I have to take a little break first. I'm new to writing this stuff, think I enjoy it too much. It sucks too much time away from more serious endeavors!

I did leave the door open for a final chapter, I guess. You may recall that in the very beginning, the wife shared a secret wish with the husband (mom was in the shower at the time), something she wanted from her mom. 

Hate to disappoint, but I'm drawing blanks on what that 'wish' is. 

If you guys want to toss out some ideas, go for it. If somebody comes up with something really fucked up and hot, I'll make it happen for ya.

Peace!



Sleeping Arrangements



Candy's pussy was positively drenched and I lapped it up hungrily. I was suddenly possessed with the urge to find out if I could get away with licking my mother's snatch. I withdrew my face from Candy's crotch and, placing both hands on Candy's upper thigh, lifted Candy's leg. She complied easily, lifting her knee and spreading legs wider as I put her knee back down on the other side of her mom.

Candy's crotch was now very close to her mother's, the back of their hands rubbed against each other as they continued mutually finger fucking one another. The two women's lips never parted and their make out never slowed for even a second as I adjusted them. 

Linda was wearing some decidedly unsexy, but probably very comfortable, white cotton granny panties. Taking a deep breath, I reached my hands up under my wife, between the women, and began to tug Linda's panties down. She lifted her ass off the bed to help me. Mesmerized, I watched as Candy now fingered her mom in plain view. With Candy's underwear pushed as it was, I could see Linda returning the favor, fingers sliding around her daughter's pussy.

I resumed licking my wife and her mom's fingers, part one my mission accomplished. After just a moment, I took another deep breath and lowered my face and began licking my wife's fingers as they slid around her mom's vagina.

Like mother, like daughter... Linda was absolutely drenched. And nobody even flinched when I fully transitioned to licking my mothers pussy straight on. Linda spread her legs a bit to accommodate us when I inserted two fingers to join Candy's. Four fingers, two from each of us, slid in and out of Linda's pussy.

Linda was very much like her daughter, only a bit a meatier and her scent was a bit stronger. I suspected that she had not anticipated this adventure and she might not have showered recently. But I enjoyed eating her pussy immensely, anyway. This was the first strange I had had in years.

Here I was, eating another woman out. Right in front of my wife. Crazier still, it was her mother!

Could I fuck her? Could I fuck my mother?

In a split second, my shorts and boxers were gone. I was standing on my knees, between two pairs of spread legs. After a brief hesitation, I realized it would be safer to start with my wife.

Pushing her panties even further aside, I dragged the head of my cock down her ass. Linda had to know what was coming, Candy's body had responded right away, stopping the dry humping, tensing up. I think she was coming back to reality, freaking out, unsure how her mom would respond. Even Linda stopped moving, my dick rubbed over her fingers as it found Candy's pussy. 

Candy made her decision. As soon as my head was in the opening, Candy's ass tilted up and she pushed back hard to gulp my dick up in one big shot.

"Oh my God," she groaned. I hadn't had that good of a reaction from her in years!

Candy kissed her mother hungrily, Linda responded in kind. I was trying to go slow, maybe build up, make it last. But right away Candy was pushing back and front quickly. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I pounded my wife. The sounds of my stomach slapping her ass filled the air, my balls slapping the back of my mother's hand.

The action was too rough to sustain kissing, so Candy slid forward and Linda was now kissing her daughter's neck and shoulders. The older woman continued to finger her daughter, I could feel her on my shaft as I stroked in and out. At first her touching me seemed incidental, then it became more deliberate.

When she transitioned over to playing with my balls, suddenly I could barely contain myself. 

BASEBALL. WHO THE HELL HOLDS THE HOME RUN RECORD THESE DAYS, DISCOUNTING STEROIDS? DO I NEED TO PUT AIR IN MY TIRES? MAN, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THAT MOVIE ABOUT THE...

Fuck it. It wasn't helping. I felt bad about it because Candy was on the edge, but something had to give.

I pulled out quickly, leaving Candy to hump the air pointlessly. Candy had slid pretty far forward, her crotch was above her mom's belly button. Linda's hand, that had been down on my balls, now it reached up to palm her daughter's entire pussy, grinding rough circles in my stead.

Needing a break, I wanted to kiss somebody. I leaned forward and kissed the middle of Candy's back. After a moment, I kissed further south. As I came up over Candy's butt, I discovered the Linda now had both hands under her daughter. Candy had hiked her leg forward a bit to give access. Linda was palming ass with one hand, grinding pussy with the other.

I gathered up my courage. I felt like I was going to be well received and that nobody was going to complain, yet still it was a major thing I was about to do.

Reaching down, I rubbed my mother's crotch. She responded right away, rocking her pelvis back and forth. Placing my hands behind each of her knees, I lifted her legs straight up back. Her vagina was still too low, almost buried in the bed, so I pushed her knees even further toward her head, tilting up what I wanted tilted up.

In the process of adjusting her mom, I inadvertently bumped Candy even further up. Both of Linda's hands were now spread out on Candy's butt cheeks.

It was probably just my imagination, but Linda's hands looked like an action to me. It was like she had scooped up both cheeks as if she was about to slide Candy up toward herself.

Well, one way to find out.

I placed my hands on the back of Linda's hands and pushed, causing Candy to slide forward until her ass was resting on her mom's chest. Candy had to sit up because she ran out of real-estate at the headboard. Linda was still palming Candy's ass, knees now free floating as they waited for whatever I wanted to do.

But I was totally distracted now. No one had resisted my push, maybe they just didn't know what I was doing.

Placing my hands on the backs of Linda's hands again, I began slowly pushing again. Linda did not resist and Candy complied, moving up a few inches. Now she had to readjust, sliding her knees up. Linda's arm's were under, so Candy now had her knees on either side of her mom's shoulders.

I laid down on Linda, chest on her thighs, and began to kiss my wife's ass. Rolling on my elbow, I pressed one index finger into the back of each of Linda's hands and pushed. Linda responded to my urging by pulling her daughter's butt forward some more. I couldn't see it, but Candy's bush had to be resting on her mom's chin. 

After a moment, I gently pushed again. This time she hesitated and, instead of inching her daughter up again, Linda began massaging Candy's cheeks. Candy's response was a slow rock, grinding her nub on her mom's chin.

Had I reached the line in the sand?

Not wanting to push the issue, I leaned back in and kissed Candy's ass. Pretty quickly I transitioned to my mother's soft belly, then, sliding down, I began gliding my lips thru the light bush above her vagina. Grasping the little wedge of skin at the top of her labia, I gently nodded my head. Linda pulled her feet up, knees back in the air, and gave me full access. I dove in, licking and tugging and munching intensely.

After a few moments I decide my dick had had enough of a rest. I wanted to put it in my mother. 

But first I wanted to push the other issue. Candy riding her mom's chin was raunchy, but I wanted to see how far this could go. If we were at the line, fine... this was already super hot! But I had often fantasized about watching a my wife with another woman, always dreamed of watching her go down on a woman or see a woman do that to her. I just never imagined it might be her mother.

I slid up Linda's lower torso abruptly, right back to kissing Candy's ass, only this time with urgency. Turning my head to the side, I pushed my face up and under Linda's hands and Candy's cheeks. This caused Candy to have to lift up to make room. And of course I pushed in further, causing her to hover over her mom. 

I was obviously trying to get up under Candy, she leaned a bit to the right and lifted her left leg to accommodate. My head was now completely under as I began eating my wife's pussy. As I did, Linda was going nuts, kissing my cheek, ear, and anything else she could get.

I turned and gave her my mouth, slippery with her daughter's sex, which she devoured.

The position was extraordinarily uncomfortable for me, having to crank my head to munch, then back to the more comfortable kissing of Linda. And Candy had to hover awkwardly. 

I decided the mission had been accomplished, Candy was now in the right position. Now back to my other goal. 

Pushing back on my hands, I stood up on my knees, and roughly pushed Linda's knees back again. Candy settled back, her pussy hovering not more then 3 inches above her mom's mouth, I could barely see Linda's open nostrils.

Suddenly I felt fingers grasping my cock, guiding me forward. I eased in slowly, enjoying the slippery warmth. Linda moaned softly. Before I was all the way end, I stopped and reversed directions slowly. Then back in, slowly, stopping short and reversing again. Then back in slowly, a bit further, then out again. On my next return, I gave her everything I had. Linda groaned loudly and her legs began to shake involuntarily.

My strokes began to pick up speed and, even as I established a rhythm, I saw Linda's tongue come out. It didn't touch anything, it just stayed there for a moment like it was thinking things over. Then it disappeared, I was disappointed. But only for a moment. Suddenly it shot straight out and up between the folds.

"Oh my god!" Candy and I said in unison. 

But Linda had committed and she was going all out for it, even lifted her head up off the bed for better access. Linda's hands were back on her daughter's ass, pressing her forward and down. In a matter of moments Candy was out of control, thrusting into her mom's open mouth like she was riding cock. I picked up my rhythm, half grinding, half pounding my mother's pussy as she licked her little girl.

Candy was the first to go. Suddenly her butt muscles tensed up, causing little dimples of cellulite here and there. Her thrusting became very erratic, herky jerky. This seemed to trigger Linda, her legs began shaking violently and she gasped out a very loud squeaky sound.

Wait! What about me, I thought as Candy climbed off her mom.

Candy, still on her knees, turned to face me. I reached over and found her very sloppy snatch as we began to kiss. Pushing my face to the side of her head, I whispered in her ear: "I'm... I'm fucking your mother. Your mom is cheating on your dad. She likes my cock."

As I was whispering, Candy was adjusting her right knee over her mom so that she could be directly in front of me. They had finished, now they were just trying to help me finish... or so I thought.

Suddenly, Candy was pulled down and back, her eyes wide with surprise. She was sitting on her mom's face. Looking down, I could see both Linda's hands on her daughter's hips. Linda had pulled her own daughter's ass down on her face. Candy's look of surprise suddenly transitioned to shock. What was going on?

Now my turn for surprise! In that moment, I discovered a huge difference between mother and daughter. Linda was working on a second orgasm, something Candy had ever been able to achieve (to my knowledge, anyway). Linda's pelvis was urgently moving in time with me, she was groaning loudly.

Coming down on my elbows, I kissed Candy's hip as I rounded to the back. I wanted to see what was going on. Linda's eyes were open, staring at me defiantly, nose pressed to the top of Candy's crack, face moving from side to side. Was she...? 

She was!

Linda, still staring at me, daring me to condemn her, leaned her head back. As her nose moved away from ass, I watched as a tongue appeared, being dragged, flat and wide, straight up Candy's crack. Linda's tongue began firmly licking the valley at the top of Candy's ass.

I broke the stare, leaning forward to kiss Candy's cheek, Candy leaned forward and to the side, draping herself on my right side, kissing the back of my thigh. This action had caused her ass tilt up and forward, into a frog like position. 

Linda lifted her head in chase and resumed tasting Candy's ass, dead in the center of the canyon. Linda's eyes closed with ecstasy as she moaned loudly. 

I could not believe what I was seeing: a woman eating another wife's ass!

Strike that! I was watching a mother licking her own daughter's butt!!!

Suddenly I felt Linda's inside clinching down on my cock, over and over again in spasms. Her right leg was twitching wildly. Linda pitched her head back into the pillow and groaned loudly. "Oh God, fuck me! Yes, fuck me!"

I was right on the edge. When Linda roughly yanked Candy's butt back onto her face, I surrendered my entire load deep inside my mother.

I collapsed on top of Linda, we just laid there basking in the afterglow. I was still inside my mother and I began kissing her gently as we recovered. We didn't pay any attention to Candy, who climbed out of bed to retrieve some towels.

No one said anything. I rolled off and we accepted the towels. After a few moments, the lights went out and we snuggled in. Candy was asleep right away. 

Twice that night, I awoke to find my mother's hand inside my boxers. Both times Candy pretended to sleep as I fucked her mother.