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Triangle

By: Slickman



Opening Note: This is a combination of the previous 'Triangle' chapters plus the ending you have been waiting for. All characters are at least 18 years old. Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. 

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Carol Denning looked at the drama class booklet on the sink in front of her and then at her face in the steamy bathroom mirror. The slightly wrinkled face belonged to a forty-year old single mother of three who was about to take a drama class at a local production company. She had majored in Drama almost twenty-two years ago but when she discovered she was pregnant with her first child May she quickly dropped out. Since that time her whole life was devoted to being a good mother to her kids and a good wife to her husband Ben who had left her five years ago for a younger woman. She had been looking for a drama class for older adults but nothing had popped up until now. 

"Mom. You're going to be late for your first class." Becky yelled from the bedroom. They had just finished dinner and she had agreed to do the dishes so her Mom could get ready. 

"OK!" She yelled back. She quickly pulled on her new black lace bra and matching panties. The skirt and blouse did a good job hiding the dark underwear. She hurried down the stairs and grabbed her purse. "Wish me luck." She said as she kissed her daughter on her forehead. 

"Break a leg Mom!" Her 18 year old teenage daughter Becky yelled as Carol ran from the house. 

Carol hit some bad traffic and was worried about being on time. She drove around the streets for almost fifteen minutes before she found a parking space that was more than four blocks from the drama building. "Shit." She said as she looked at her watch. She was ten minutes late. The instructor was reading off the list of students when she flew through the door. 

"Carol?" He asked looking up at her. 

"Yes." She said embarrassed to be late. She glanced around the room to see if there were any other older classmates but didn't see any. She moved into a seat in the first row. 

"Hello. My name is Tom Bennigan and I'm your instructor for this class. I can see we have a good mixture of men and women as well as a variety of ages." He glanced at Carol who smiled back at him. 

"This is just an introductory class that will give you all a chance to do a short romantic play. The play is one that I wrote and is called "Triangle." He took a stack of stapled papers and passed them to each student. "The story is about a newly married young man and woman who rent a room at a young widow's home. Act one sets up the characters, act two shows some flirting and petting between the man and widow, act three involves the two women getting closer and act four brings them all together. I'm only giving you act one tonight to read and practice." 

One of the guys held up his hand. "They have a threesome?" The rest of the class laughed. 

"Brilliant." Tom said smiling. "Triangle, threesome, Ménage A Trios, or whatever you want to call it." 

"We won't really be having sex right?" A young girl with flaming red hair sitting in front of Carol asked. 

"No. That's what acting is. However, there will be some kissing, touching and even acting out some of the sex acts. So if that bothers you I'll understand if you want to leave." He looked straight at Carol. She looked away. No one got up to leave.

"First we need to break you up into groups of two women and a guy. Luckily we have twice as many women as men." Tom said. "As I go around the room I'll assign you a number. When I finish I want you to join up with the others in the class with the same number I gave you." 

"But, I wanted to be with my boyfriend." A cute blonde girl tossed at Tom.

"Then it wouldn't be much acting would it?" Tom injected. He then went around the room and gave everyone a number. "OK let's take a ten minute break to allow you time to join up." 

Everyone just sat there looking at each other. Finally one of the girls said. "I'm number one." A guy in the back smiled, "Me too." Another girl held up her hand. "Me too." 

Two more numbers went and then Carol said she was number four. She turned around to see a black girl smile at her. "Me too." They both looked to see a handsome guy in the back row stand up. "I'm number four." The rest of the groups were formed and they each took a ten minute break. As Carol stood by the water fountain, the guy in her group walked up to her. 

"Hi Mrs. Denning." He said smiling. "You don't know who I am. Do you?" 

Carol look at his blue eyes. He did look familiar. She shook her head no. 

"I'm Danny." He said. She still looked puzzled. 

"Danny Jones. I went to school with your son Jim." 

"Oh my god." She smiled as she looked up and down his hard body. "You can't be little Danny." 

"No I'm not little Danny." He laughed. "At least not anymore." 

Carol realized he was not just talking about his height or bulk. "We better get back to class." She said nervously. 

"Get with your group and decide who will be doing what part." Tom shouted to them as they strolled back into the class room. 

Carol and Danny stood while the cute black girl walked over. "I'm Amy.' The girl said smiling. They introduced themselves and looked at the list of characters. 

"It's obvious that I'll be Gloria." Carol laughed. Gloria was the widow. 

Amy smiled at Danny. "I guess you and I will be Julie and Jack." Amy had noticed the handsome white guy when he came into the room and had hoped she would get to meet him. Not only would she meet him she would be married to him. Since she had never dated a white guy before her heart was pulsating. 

"Great." Danny said smiling at her. He also had never dated a black girl before. 

"I think we are supposed to read through the script first." Carol said as they moved over to a corner of the room to be by themselves. They all opened the script and started reading their parts. The first scene showed Julie reading the newspaper in bed while Jack slept beside of her. She woke him up and told him about an apartment for rent nearby. Jack pulled her down to him and kissed her. 

"I guess we kiss at that point." Amy smiled over at Danny. 

"I think you do more than that." Carol giggled. She read the next paragraph that said the two of them touched, kissed and frolicked for almost five minutes. 

Danny looked at Amy. "Your boyfriend won't be jealous will he?" 

"I don't have one at the moment." She smiled back at him. "How about you?" 

"Nothing serious." He lied. His girlfriend would kill him if she knew he would be messing around with another girl or make that two women. 

"How about Mr. Denning?" Danny asked Carol. 

"He ran away with his secretary." Carol said nervously. 

"What's next?" Amy asked. They looked at the play and saw that the young couple then dressed and called on Gloria to rent her room. "Does that mean we will be wearing bedclothes or underwear?" Amy asked. Neither Danny nor Carol knew. They called Tom over. 

"Bedclothes and you will have to figure out how to undress and dress on stage without showing any nudity." He grinned. 

"That's going to be tough." Danny said smiling. He couldn't wait to see Amy get undressed. 

They read on. Gloria then showed the couple the room and the bath at the end of the hall in which they would all share. The rest of the act told of Jack and Julie moving in and getting used to living in the same house with Gloria. At first Gloria was cold and kept to herself but at the end of act one she was warming up to the younger couple. 

"That wasn't so bad." Danny smiled at the other two. 

"I think removing my clothes in front of you is pretty bad." Amy said as she lightly smacked him on his firm bicep. 

"He will be doing the same." Carol smiled back at the blushing lad. "What do we do now?" She asked Tom who was standing nearby spying on their conversation. 

"Go through your first rehearsal." Tom said. Pick one of the classrooms down the hall and walk through the first act. 

"We don't undress and stuff like that right?" Amy asked nervously. 

"What you do is up to you." Tom smiled. 

The three of them grabbed their stuff and headed down to find a classroom. "This one is empty." Danny said as he held the door open for the two ladies. They noticed Tom had left two folded sheets on the desk. "I guess these are the bed." 

"I'm not taking off my clothes in here." Amy said firmly as she looked at the window in the glass door leading to the hallway. 

"Me neither." Danny said looking over at Mrs. Denning. He would feel funny undressing in front of his buddy's mom. 

"Just pretend now and maybe we can practice somewhere else?" Carol said seeing they were getting no where. She was happy she would not be undressing in act one. Carol took the two sheets and laid them on the floor away from the door so no one would be looking at them. "You are reading the newspaper in bed and Jack is sleeping next to you." Carol directed to Amy and Danny. She watched as Amy moved under the top sheet and Danny slide under it from the other side. He turned and faced away from her. 

Amy was glad she had worn jeans and a loose top now that she was to be kissing and touching another guy. She peeked down at his cute butt and muscular back. She could feel the dampness already flowing down below. 

"Jack wake up. I think I've found us a place to rent." Amy read from the script. She knew he was now supposed to grab her and pull her down to his body. 

"Good morning." Danny read as he turned and smiled at her cute face. His eyes roamed down her small but firm breasts. Her bottom half was covered by the sheet. His fingers moved to her wrist and slowly up her arm. "Come here and kiss me." He said remembering his few lines. His fingers pulled on her arm until her face was directly above his. His blue eyes looked up into her brown ones as their lips pressed lightly together. 

Neither of them made any effort to open their lips to taste each other. Their lips press together for almost a minute. 

"That's not going to work." Carol laughed down at the two of them. Their lips broke apart and they looked at the older woman. "It says here you have to passionately kiss and your bodies have to press together." 

"You wanta?" Danny whispered to Amy. She smiled. "Yes." This time their mouths opened at the same time which allowed their tongues to search and explore without hesitation. Both were breathing heavy as they pressed the front of their bodies together under the sheet. 

Carol's breathing was ragged as well as she watched the two young actors French each other. She had not kissed that passionately for a long time and wished now she was the one in Danny's arms. But, she realized she was now the director. 

"You're supposed to touch and frolic with each other." She read out loud. 

Amy felt the hardness in Danny's pants pressing against her stomach. She had not had intercourse in almost six months and her body was on fire. His tongue was lighting more fuses in her body and now his hand was roaming up and down her thin back. She gasped when he pulled her shirt out of her jeans and moved his hot fingers onto her smooth back. 

Carol wished the sheet was not there because she could see his hand moving on her backside and hers moving up and down his back. Their mouths were now wide open and she could see their tongues flicking across each other's lips. 

Danny was the first one to take a chance as he moved his fingers down under the waistband of her jeans until he touched the top of her panties. He felt her body freeze for a moment as she decided if she would allow it or not. So far he was only touching the top of her underwear. She relaxed and continued to french him. 

"You are supposed to be touching each other all over." Carol said as she read the script again out loud. She wanted to see them being intimate. 

Danny pulled his lips from hers and whispered in her ear. "OK?" He asked. His fingers were poised at her panty waistband. 

"Outside my clothes." Amy whispered back. She was not ready to have this white guy grabbing her bare caramel ass this fast and this soon. 

Danny was disappointed at first as he pushed his hand down over her nice and round buttocks. However the disappointment quickly vanished as he felt how soft but firm her ass really was. 

Amy was breathing in his ear as he explored her backside. She moved her own hand down to the top of his rear. As her tongue licked his earlobe her hand moved down over his firm ass. By instinct her legs opened to allow his thigh to press against her moist and hot sex. 

Carol's own hand was now rubbing up and down her covered thigh as she watched the black and white body come together in a heap of arms and legs. They all knew Amy and Danny were not acting anymore. 

"Oh god." Amy moaned as she felt herself ready to climax. "We have to stop." She whispered in Danny's ear. Although she was saying for him to stop her hands were pulling his thigh hard against her mound that was still pushing forward and back. That was when she climaxed. Her hands grabbed his ass and held his body tightly against her as her body tensed. She tried to hold back her verbal pleasure but couldn't. "Ahhh." Her mouth moved to his and her tongue fucked in and out of her mouth to hide her pleasure. 

Danny froze not knowing what to do. He realized she had climaxed but didn't want to embarrass her. "Wow. That was some acting." He whispered as he broke his mouth from hers. 

Amy's eyes opened and her mouth grinned back at him. "Thanks." 

"Ok. Now you have to get undressed and dressed again." Carol said with a flushed face. 

Amy and Danny moved out from under the sheet and both women could now see that Danny was very well endowed. His hard-on had not gone down. 

"Any idea how we are going to do this?" Danny asked Carol. 

At that time Tom stuck his head in the room. "We only have thirty more minutes so be sure to get through act one." He smiled when he saw both Danny's and Amy's hair messed up. He closed the door. 

"Why don't we meet at my house tomorrow and figure that out?" Carol asked. She knew the family would all be gone during the day. "Can you two break away?" 

"I can be there at 1:00PM." Amy said smiling. 

"Same here." Danny said. "I know where you live." 

"I'll give you directions." Carol said to Amy. 

For the last thirty minutes they walked through the rest of the play. 

***** 

Her son Jim was waiting up when she arrived at home. "So how was it?" He asked as she walked into the den.

"You know first night not really much to speak of." She lied as she hurried up to her bedroom. She quickly stripped and moved under the warm water of her shower. Her fingers moved directly down to her hairy mons. "Oh yes." She moaned as she masturbated imagining it was Danny's fingers splitting apart her swollen pussy lips. It has been five years since her husband walked out on her and just as many years since she had experienced a long hard penis inside of her. "Fuck me Jack." She moaned as her middle finger stroked in and out of her hot hole. 

*****

The next morning went very slow as Carol nervously cleaned the house as the time ticked down finally to 1:00PM. The doorbell rang and she hurried to open it. Danny stood smiling. "I haven't been here since the ninth grade." He was now twenty. 

"Come in silly. You are making me feel really old." Carol laughed. She led him into the den and offered him a soft drink. 

"Do you have any beer?" He asked. 

Carol realized he was old enough to drink booze. "Sure." As she moved into the kitchen the doorbell rang again. She grabbed a beer and ran to open the door. Amy stood there smiling in a short sundress. "Hi." She looked at the beer. "Is that for me?" 

"You want one?' Carol asked. 

"I think I will need one." Amy giggled. She knew today's session would be hotter than the one last night. 

Carol got them all a beer and they sat for a few minutes talking to break the nervousness they were all feeling. They told each other their life histories and after another beer were feeling pretty good. Carol looked at the clock. "I guess we need to get started. We can use my bedroom for the first scene." Amy took another drink and so did Danny. They smiled and followed Carol up the stairs. 

"I forgot to bring my bedclothes." Amy said as she stared at the large king size bed that had the bedspread removed and only had a thin white sheet covering it. 

"Me too." Danny said. "Actually I don't wear anything to bed." 

"But now you have to." Carol quickly said. "I'll give you a pair of my ex-husband's pajama bottoms." She opened the draw and pulled out the black silk bottoms. "Here." She tossed them to him. "You can put them on in the bathroom." She watched as Danny walked into the adjoining room and closed the door. 

"What do you want to wear?" Carol asked the nervous young woman. 

"What do you suggest?" Amy asked. The beer was giving her a buzz. 

"Something that's easy to remove when you have to undress." Carol said as she looked at her stash of bedclothes. "Here." She tossed a mid-thigh silk beige nightshirt to her. "You can wear panties under them." 

Amy held the silky top to her and realized it was pretty sheer and that Danny would be able to see her dark nipples and her panties through the material. She thought about asking for something else but didn't want to sound childish. "Should I put it on now?" She asked looking at the bathroom door. 

"Go ahead." Carol said as she moved over to the door. She tapped on it to tell Danny to stay inside. "Stay in there until I say it's OK to come out." She turned to see Amy pull her bra over her small caramel colored breasts. She tried not to stare but they were perfectly shaped with two small chocolate Hershey kisses in the center of each. Amy quickly pulled the beige nightgown over her chest and let it drop down her bikini covered hips. 

"You are very beautiful." Carol whispered as she held the sheet up for Amy to craw underneath. 

"Thank you." Amy blushed. She pulled the sheet up to her chin and smiled at the woman. 

"OK Danny!" Carol yelled. They watched as the door opened and the light in the bathroom went off. His shape walked into the bedroom and both women took in extra air when they saw his tan muscular chest, tight abs and bulging loins. He walked proudly to the other side of the bed and moved smoothly under the sheets. He peeked to see the short thin nightgown on Amy's body. 

"Now remember this is just acting." Carol laughed at the two horny youngsters scantly dressed under the sheets. "Here's a newspaper." She said handing it to Amy. 

Amy wanted to stay under the sheets because she knew they both would see her hard nipples pressing out the silk nightgown. She moved to sit up in bed while keeping the sheet over her breasts but Danny jerked it down. 

"Hey." She said looking upset at her white bedmate. 

"We have to make this look real." He grinned as his eyes took mental snapshots of her firm breasts and tiny nipples. 

"OK." She smiled. "Let's make it look real. Turn around." She directed to him because he was supposed to be sleeping. 

"Jack wake up. I think I've found us a place to rent." Amy said remember the lines she had read and memorized until late last night. 

"Good morning." Danny said trying to act sleepy. He moved slowly across the few feet that separated them and saw the nervous look on her face. "Come here and kiss me." He said as his fingers again moved slowly up her bare arms. But this time he did not pull her down to him. He kept moving his fingertips up over her elbow to her bicep. His fingers traced and over her shoulder. As his fingers moved down the thin strap of her nightgown towards her breast she grabbed it. "That's not the way we rehearsed it before." 


Triangle



"We are supposed to be married so touching you there would be normal." He smiled. They both looked at Carol for her opinion. 

"Well he has a point I guess." Carol said. She again wished it was her lying there and his fingers were moving down to her breast. 

"Can we do it under the sheet?" Amy asked. 

"How about behind the newspaper so the audience can't really see him touching you there?" Carol asked. 

"That will work. OK with you?" Amy asked a smiling Danny. Right now he didn't care where it was. "Sure." 

Amy pulled the newspaper up until Carol could not see Danny's fingers again moving down her shoulder following the thin shoulder strap. Amy's eyes closed as his fingers moved over her soft mound and down to her rigid nipple. His fingers gently flicked and toyed with the tip. "Come here and kiss me." Danny said as his fingers completely cupped her left breast. 

As Amy dropped the newspaper onto the floor Carol saw Danny's fingers still caressing the girl's breast. Amy's passionate eyes looked down at the handsome man as she lowered her body down under the sheet and up against his bare chest and silky bottoms. As she slid under the sheet her nightgown moved up over her hips until only her skimpy panties protected her from him. Her arms moved around his hard body and her panty crotch pushed against his hard-on. This time Carol didn't have to tell them to kiss passionately. Amy's tongue slashed into his mouth before he had a chance to push into hers. 

Carol sat at the bottom of the bed as the two bodies pushed against each other. She could tell their hands were roaming down over each other's asses and that Danny's thigh was once again pressing against her vagina. 

Amy felt Danny's hand on her panty-covered ass moving up and then down under her undies. She pulled her mouth away to tell him no when her own hand slid down under the silk waistband of his bottoms. She realized no one could tell they were actually touching each other's bare buttocks. Suddenly Danny turned onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Her legs opened and her pussy was now pushing down directly on the hard rod of flesh between his legs. He now had freedom to move both of his hands. As one stayed caressing her ass the other one moved up under her nightgown until it covered her bare orb. 

"Please." Amy whispered in his ear. She didn't want to climax again in front of the older woman. 

"What's wrong? Am I getting to you?" Danny asked as he nibbled on her ear. 

Two can play that game. Amy thought. She was sure she could get him off before he got her to climax. Amy moved her pussy mound down over his hard-on until it pressed up against her thin panties. She moved her hand away and looked down into his eyes as she rocked her body up and down. This time he moaned. "Oh shit." 

Actually Carol could tell Amy was dry-fucking his rocket and wished she could see what was going on. Her wishes came true when their movements pushed the sheet down over her ass to the backs of her knees. She could now see Amy's panties which had curly dark hairs escaping rubbing up and down his huge bulge. 

Carol snaked a hand up under her short dress and against her dripping panties. She pressed against her swollen clit as she watched Jack's prick try to rip open the thin pajamas and panties. But they held and soon he couldn't hold back as he came. "OH GOD!" He cried out as his juices shot up drenching the front of the pajamas and the front of her panties. 

"What's wrong did I get to you?" Amy whispered as he rolled off her sticky body. They both lay on their backs forgetting that Carol could see the damp wet spots on their clothing. 

"Well aren't you two a sight?" Carol said laughing. Danny quickly turned over and Amy sat up. "I think I need to clean up." She giggled as she moved into the bathroom. 

"I'm sorry." Danny said. "I didn't mean to mess up the pajamas." 

"I should have thrown them away a long time ago." Carol laughed. 

"OK." Amy said as she walked from the bathroom. She smiled at Danny. "I guess now we have to undress and dress. I've got an idea." Danny moved off the bed and stood next to her. "We put our clothes on the bed in front of us. Danny stands in front of me while I undress and then I do the same for him."

"That should work." Carol said as she moved to be the audience. 

"To make it natural I have to look at you right?" Danny asked hoping to see her naked. 

"I was hoping you would look away." They looked at Carol. 

"If you are husband and wife he wouldn't be looking away." She said excited that they would be naked and looking at each other. 

Amy took a deep breath and pulled her nightgown over her head. 

"Danny....get a little closer." Carol said. "I can see her breasts." 

"So can I," Danny thought to himself as he moved closer and looked down at her light brown firm mounds. It was the first time he had seen a live black woman get undressed. 

"If we are getting dressed I should put on a clean pair of panties." Amy said. "I don't have any with me and since Jack made such a mess on these I'll just remove them and pretend to put on a new pair." She took another deep breath and pushed her soaked undies over her neatly trimmed dark curly bush. She bent to remove them making sure he could see her best feature her ass. She stood naked and smiled at him. 

"Please just stay like that." Danny said feeling his penis swelling again. 

"Stay in character." Carol whispered. She could see Danny's hard-on forming. 

Amy pretended to put on her panties and did pull on her bra before she slid the sundress over her body. "Your turn Jack." She smiled at Danny as she moved to the other side of him to block his body. 

Danny gulped and pushed down his black silk bottoms over his abs, pubic mound and finally his refreshed hard-on. Its nine inches pointed upward at a 45 degree angle. 

"Holy shit." Carol exclaimed when she could see half of his hard-on which was as big as her husband's whole penis. "Your body doesn't block that monster." She laughed. 

Amy was speechless as she looked down at the long pink rod. Her last and only lover was barely six inches hard and since he was black she figured it was about as big as they got. She was wrong about size and had thought wrong about this white man. Amy moved aside to show Carol the whole package. 

"Well?" Danny asked as the two women just looked at him. 

"You're not supposed to be hard so fast." Carol grinned. "I wish my husband could have recovered that fast." 

"Sorry I can't control it." Danny said grinning. 

"Please don't apologize." Carol laughed. "OK. Let's see." She looked around. "What if you sat on the bed while Julie stands in front of you?" She moved her hands on Danny's hips and pushed him back until he sat on the bed. The tip of his rod was only inches from her face as she pushed back. "Amy stand here next to him." Carol directed as she ran to the other side of Amy. "That works. Now get dressed." She stood watching as Jack pulled on his boxers, slacks and shirt. "Great." Carol said. "That's enough for today because my daughter will home from school soon." 

"Hey what about me?" Danny asked looking down at the huge bulge in his slacks. 

"You can take care of it yourself." Amy and Carol laughed as they moved into the bathroom. "You need a shower." Carol told Amy. 

Danny heard the two women giggling in the bathroom and wished he was in there with them. He pulled on his socks and shoes and walked downstairs. As he opened the door he saw a cute young blonde girl standing there. 

"Who are you?" He asked with a big grin. 

"I should be asking that question." Becky said as she glanced down his hard body. "I live here." 

"I'm in the drama class with your mother." Danny said as she squeezed by him. 

"And, you and she were........" Becky said.

"Rehearsing." Danny quickly answered. "I've got to run. He said as he sped out the front door. 

"Rehearsing huh?" Becky said as she tossed her book bag on floor and ran up the stairs. She would have to ask her mother about this guy. She moved into the opened master bedroom and walked over to the bathroom door. She heard the shower running and figured her mother couldn't hear her so she pushed it opened and froze. She saw her mother and a black woman in the clear glass shower door stark naked. Her mother was washing the other woman's back. "Holy Shit." She said as she snuck back out before they saw her.

***** 

"Get into the shower and I'll get you a towel." Carol told the young girl after they entered the bathroom. Both of them were boiling hot from seeing Danny's huge tool. She moved out to the hallway and saw that Danny was gone and grabbed a towel from the hallway linen closet. When she returned she saw Amy's naked body through the clear glass door. 

"You want to wash my back?" Amy yelled when she saw the woman return. 

"What? Oh no I can't..." Carol said nervously. She had never experience any female to female sex before. 

"You know we have to get together in Act 3." Amy yelled back. She was now turned facing the woman through the clear glass. 

"I've never....you know...with a woman before." Carol said. 

"Me neither." Amy laughed. "We don't have to do anything." 

"Right." Carol agreed. Maybe it would make act 3 easier if they were somewhat familiar with each other's bodies. 

Amy smiled as she watched the woman pull off her dress, bra and panties. She had lied about being with a female before but had not gone past some kissing and touching with her 18 year old cousin at a camping trip. 

"You want to do my back first?" Amy asked Carol as she stepped into the hot stream of falling water. The woman had a nice body. Her breasts had some sag but overall were full with large dark pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and her pubic mound was neatly trimmed into a small triangle resting above her shaved lips. 

"Sure." Carol said as her eyes moved down to the full curve of the girl's butt. She wished hers was as well rounded and firm. 

"I think it's better without a wash cloth." Amy said as she handed the bar of soap back to the woman. It meant she would have to use her bare hands. She leaned forward with her hands against the shower wall while Carol's soapy fingers moved gently over her shoulders and down her back. "You can touch harder." Amy giggled. Carol's fingers pressed harder as they traveled down to the small ass crack and then back up to the back of her neck. They made the trip down and back again. "You can go lower." Amy said without laughing this time. Carol's fingers hesitated and then moved south over her firm buttocks pretending to clean as she explored the girl's flesh. 

Becky stood outside the bathroom door listening to the conversation. She could not believe one of the naked women touching each other was her normally ultra conservative mother. Her fingers pressed against the crotch of her jeans as she listened to their voices and then the younger girl's giggles. 

"That tickles." Amy laughed as Carol's fingers pushed over her butt and down to the tops of her thighs. . 

"What do you think we will have to do in act three?" Carol asked as she touched the delicate flesh of another woman for the first time. 

"Probably not much in act three but it sounds like a threesome in act four." Amy said trying not to get too excited about Carol's fingers moving up her thighs. The fingers approached her pussy mound but veered quickly around it and back up over her ass. 

"We will probably have to kiss." Amy said. 

Carol heard what the girl had said and froze. Did she want to kiss her now?

Becky heard what the girl had said and had to see what was going on. She cracked the door and stared at her mother face as the black girl turned to face her. Becky gasped when the black girl's lips moved forward to gently press against her mothers. Their white and brown breasts pressed together. 

"Don't..." Carol said as Amy's fingers moved around to cup her ass and pull her stomach against hers. 

Becky pushed against the door as she moved her face closer to the bathroom opening. She wanted to see if they were touching each other. Suddenly the door slammed shut. 

"What was that?" Amy asked as she looked at the door. 

"Someone was watching." Carol said as she quickly moved out of the shower and over to the door. She pulled it open and saw someone moving out of her bedroom door. 

"Get dressed." Carol said to the girl as she quickly pulled on her robe. She didn't bother buttoning it as she ran after whomever it was that had seen her and Amy kissing each other. 

Becky was too late moving away when she heard her mother's naked form moving quickly to the door. She hurried down the stairs and ran into her brother Jim at the bottom. "Where are you running off to?" He grinned. 

"Gotta go to the mall." Becky said smiling. "Tell Mom I'll be late for dinner." 

Becky got in her car and called her girlfriend Ann. "You're not going to believe what I just saw." She giggled into the phone. "Are your parents at home? Good. I'll be there shortly." Becky smiled as she thought about how nervous she had been afraid that her secret would be found out. She had known she was a lesbian for about a year now but had been hiding it from everyone. Except Ann who had been her lover since her eighteenth birthday sleep over three months ago. 

Jim hurried up the stairs to see what all the fuss was about and as he turned the corner ran smack into his mother who went sprawling onto her back with him on top of her. "Mom." He said surprised. He realized there was nothing between him and her nakedness. 

"Jim don't look." She cried out as she tried to pull her robe closed but his body prevented it. As he pushed off his eyes moved down her creamy mounds and hard nipples to the dark triangle above her pussy. Suddenly her hands pulled the terry cloth over her pinkness. 

"I can't believe you were peeking at me." She said as she stood next to him. 

"Sorry but you were under me." He said as he stood. 

"No. I mean in the shower." Carol said upset. 

"Shower? Shit Mom. I just got home." He said smiling. "However Becky just ran out the door." 

"I'm leaving now." Amy said as she turned the corner to see a tall cute guy standing there. "Hi." She said smiling. 

"Hello." He said looking puzzled at his mother. 

"Jim this is Amy. Amy this is my son." Carol said wishing everyone would just leave so she could be alone. 

"My pleasure." Jim said smiling at the cute black girl. 

"Not really." Amy giggled. "I'll see you tomorrow night." She said to Carol as she turned to walk down the stairs. 

"She was here rehearsing." Carol said knowing he wanted to know. 

"What were you rehearsing?" He grinned as he looked down at her robe which had opened enough for him to see her bushy triangle again. 

She quickly pulled the robe close. "A play smart ass." She said as she turned and walked into her room. She slammed the door.. 

*****

Carol's normally boring and conservative life was tossed into a frenzy. She had seen a naked man, kissed a naked woman and lay naked under her twenty year old son. She waited for Becky to come home as she pretended to watch TV. 

"Come home with me." Becky said to Ann as they pressed their naked bodies together in Ann's small bed. 

"Are you sure your mother is a lesbian?" Ann asked. Her fingers were moving over Becky's corn silk pubes. 

"I saw her and another woman naked in the shower kissing." Becky whispered. Her fingers were toying with Ann's small but shapely breast. 

"I will if you........you know." Ann giggled. The last time they were intimate Becky used her mouth down below. 

"You are such a vamp." Becky laughed. Her lips moved down the girl's neck over her small mounds and down her flat stomach. She remembered from the last time how Ann had screamed when she sucked on her small but rock hard clit. She teased her this time as her lips detoured around the pleasure bud. 

"Oh please." Ann begged. "Do it." 

Becky tasted her juices as her tongue traveled north back to her clit. Ann's ass lifted up to press against her lover's lips and tongue. 

Two minutes later Ann climaxed. "God. That was even better than last time. You want me to do you?" 

"Yes. But at my house." Becky said as she pulled Ann off the bed to get dressed. They hurried to Becky's house and found her Mom sitting in the den watching TV. 

"Hi Mrs. Denning." Ann smiled as she moved to the chair across from her. 

"Hello Ann." Carol said glancing over at her daughter to see if she showed any hint that she had seen her with Amy in the shower. 

Becky saw the seat next to her mother but moved over to sit on the arm of Ann's chair. "What are you watching?" 

"I'm not sure." Carol said truthfully. "Is there something you want to watch?" 

"Na. We will just sit here for a few minutes." Becky said as she slid down in the seat next to Ann. She moved one arm around Ann's back and the other hand fell down to her own thigh. 

Carol tried to focus on the TV show but out of the corner of her eye she saw her daughter's hand move down to Ann's shoulder. Becky's breast was pushed hard against Ann's arm. 

"What have you two been up to?" Carol asked as she looked at them. Becky did not pull her arm away. 

Becky giggled. "I had a snack over at Ann's house." Ann realized what she meant and blushed. Becky's hand moved from her thigh over to the top of Ann's leg just under her skirt. 

Carol tried not to react but her daughter's actions were bothering her. She smiled and again pretended to watch TV. She heard Ann giggle and peeked over to see Becky's fingers now up under Ann's short skirt. She wondered if Becky was just pretending to be sexual with Ann because of what she had seen in the shower before. 

"I know what you are doing." Carol said as she stood up. 

"You do?" Becky asked without moving her hand from under her friend's skirt. Her finger tip was now pushing against Ann's panties. 

Carol smiled. "Not everything you think you are seeing is what you are seeing." She said as she turned and walked up to her room.

"What did she just say?" Ann asked. Becky's fingers were pulling on the elastic band of her panties. 

"I'm not sure but it must have something to do with the naked black girl in the shower. Maybe she wasn't black." Becky laughed. She found the dripping folds of Ann's pussy and slipped her middle finger up and down the channel. 

"Stop." Ann said. "We can't do this here." 

"Why not? She won't come down again and Jim is out for the evening." Becky smiled. "However I think it's your turn right?" 

"Yes." The dark haired girl answered. She glanced up at the stairs and watched as Becky reached up under her dress to pull down her soaked panties. 

"You want me to do it here?" Ann asked as Becky moved back in the seat and pushed Ann to the floor in front of her. 

"Yes." Becky smiled. If she was going to come out she wanted it to be BIG. Her hands moved to Ann's head and pulled until the girl's mouth was an inch from her golden nest. 

*****

Carol started to undress when she remembered she had forgotten to set out a letter that had come for her son that day. She buttoned up her blouse, grabbed the letter from her dresser and moved back to the stairs. She figured the girls would giggle when she came down so she tried to tiptoe down to put the letter out without them hearing her. As she moved down the steps she peeked inside the den and saw Ann lower body on her knees in front of the chair where they were previously sitting. She moved down another step but couldn't see Ann's head. She saw Becky's upper body leaning back in the chair. When she moved down another step she saw Becky's hands on top of Ann's head as the head moved between......shit...her daughter's legs. They weren't acting before. Carol thought. Ann was kissing her daughters pussy. Carol dropped the letter and hurried back up to her room while closing the door loudly. 




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"What was that?" Ann asked as she looked up at Becky's smiling face. 

"Nothing." Becky smiled. "Don't stop." Ann's tongue pushed again between Becky's pink folds. 

*****

Carol waited for her children to leave the next morning before she came out of her bedroom. She was embarrassed to see and talk to either one of them. She had some errands to run so the rest of the day went by quickly. She was dressed and on her way to her drama class when Becky came home. 

"Going to class?" Becky asked as she tossed her book bag on the sofa. 

"Yes. I left your supper on the stove." Carol said without looking at her daughter. 

"Mom. We need to talk." Becky said as she grabbed her mother's arm. 

"Can't it wait? I don't want to be late again." Carol said trying to pull away. 

"No. Mother I'm gay." Becky announced. 

"No you are not. You are just doing this because of what you saw yesterday. We were just rehearsing." Carol said quickly. "I've got to go." She said pulling away and out the door. 

"Wait!" Becky yelled but it was too late. 

*****

Tom was sitting up the stage when he noticed someone walking into the classroom thirty minutes early. He turned to see the older woman Carol. 

"You're early." He smiled. 

"I wanted to get a parking space." Carol said while sitting in the same seat she sat in two days ago. 

"Good." He said smiling. "How did your rehearsals go?" 

Carol blushed. "Good." 

"I'll bet the younger two were not comfortable with the risqué theme huh?" 

"Me neither." Carol answered. "They did better than I did and I really wasn't involved." 

You will be. Tom thought. He had singled her out the first night to be his before the class was over. 

"I noticed you are not wearing a ring." Tom said as he moved over to sit next to her. 

"Divorced for five years now." She said smiling. He was closer to her age but she still was at least ten years older than him. 

"No sex for five years." He smiled. 

"That is kind of personal." She blushed. 

He stood and moved over to the stage again. "Sorry." The rest of the class filtered in. 

*****

Amy came in and sat by Carol as they watched the first threesome do their presentation. The girl on the bed was visibly nervous and was wearing cotton pajamas as she read the newspaper. The guy sleeping was a horrible actor. "Jack wake up. I think I've found us a place to rent." The girl said softly. The boy turned and looked at her. "Good morning honey." He said slowly. "Come..here...and...kiss...me." The girl glanced at the audience and moved down to gently kiss him on his cheek. 

"Give me a break." Amy whispered in Carol's ear. 

They hugged for a few minutes but did not do any more kissing. "We better get dressed." The girl said as she grabbed her clothes lying on the end table and moved under the sheet. The class watched as she undressed and redressed while the boy looked up at the ceiling. 

She moved out and tossed her pajamas on the table. The boy then did the same thing. They stood and walked off the stage. End of scene one. 

Carol heard the whispers and laughter from the class as Tom stood up. "Wow." He said trying not to be too negative. "What did you guys think?" He looked at the class while the girl and boy stood next to him. 

No one said anything because they didn't want to say something negative. Except Danny that is. "I thought it was bad." He said frankly. "No one would ever believe they were married." 

"We figured we were newly married so getting undressed under the sheet could be real." The girl said defensively as she glared at him. 

"Yeah right." Danny laughed. "That was some passionate kissing and touching." He sarcastically grinned. 

Carol could see the tears forming in the girl's eyes and the boy was not very happy either at Danny's remarks. "I doubt it if you can do any better." 

Tom smiled. "Sounds like a challenge to me. Are you and your partner ready?" 

"Shit." Amy whispered in Carol's ear. "He's made them mad." 

"Don't worry. Just do it like we rehearsed it." Carol whispered back. She was so happy she was not in the first scene. 

"Sure." Danny smiled as he walked by Amy and pulled her to her feet. "We just have to get our bedclothes on." They moved to the small room off to the side of the stage. 

"In here?" Amy asked as she looked at Danny smiling. "Turn around." 

"I saw everything last night." He laughed. 

True. Amy thought. She turned away from him and removed everything but her panties. She slipped a heavier night gown over her head and turned to see him standing naked while facing her. His hard-on was again sticking upward. "Are you always like that?" She said smiling. 

"Only around you." Danny laughed. He grabbed the pj bottoms and pulled them up over his package. "Let's roll." He said smiling as he walked through the doorway with Amy right behind him. 

Carol heard the female gasps behind her when Danny walked out without a shirt and with his large bulge pushing out the front of the bottoms. They moved under the sheets and took their positions. 

"Jack wake up. I think I've found us a place to rent." Amy said as she pretended to read the newspaper. She looked at Danny who pretended to wake up. He rubbed his eyes and smiled as he looked at her body. "Good morning." His hand moved up her arm and down over to her breast. The newspaper prevented the audience from seeing him caressed her firm tit. 

Carol watched as Tom smiled and made a note on his notebook. The whole class was silent as they watched Amy toss the newspaper on the floor and slide under the sheet and into Danny's arms. Their mouths opened and their tongues flicked together. The class was dead silent as the two bodies grinded together causing the sheet to rise and fall. 

Amy felt Danny's penis as it pushed through the opening in his bottoms. It was bare as it rubbed against her panty-covered pussy. Somehow he had managed to pull it out. She bit his ear and whispered. "Be careful down there." 

"Just acting right?" He whispered back. No one could see his hand as it moved down over her stomach and panties. Her eyes opened as she felt him pull her panties to the side totally exposing her moist pussy to his prick. "Don't." She whispered. She tried to move her hand down to pull her panties back but he had lowered his stomach tightly against hers. She gasped then the huge tip of his penis pushed into the opening of her hot oven. 

"What are you doing?" She whispered between big breaths. 

"I'm fucking my wife." Danny whispered back. He still had not pushed inside yet. He wanted her to ask for it. His hips moved up her body which caused his crown to push against her hot and hard clit. 

"Just a little bit." Amy moaned. Her body wanted him inside of her so bad. Her legs opened and her feet curled around his ass. 

Carol and the rest of the class watched in amazement at his hips moved downward. They could tell she was wide open for him to enter. Luckily she was wearing panties Carol thought. 

Amy bit her lip to keep from crying out as three thick inches moved down into her. "Please..." she begged. 

"You want me to stop?" He whispered. Somehow he managed to keep only three of his nine inches inside of her. 

"A little bit more..." She whimpered. 

Danny smiled as he pushed another three inches into her moist hole "More?" 

"Oh god there's more..." Amy moaned. "Yes...more." She cried out as he gave her his whole nine inches. "OHHH!" 

All of the guys in the classroom including Tom were now sporting hard-ons as they watching Danny's body moving up and down. It didn't matter if he was really fucking her or not because it really looked real and Amy's cries of pleasure had all the panties in the room damp as well. 

Amy cried out one more time as she climaxed. Right then she didn't care if the whole world was watching. She had never felt this way before. Suddenly Danny pulled his hard prick out of her and pushed her panties back in place. "We better get dressed and go look at the room for rent." He said as he smiled down at his satisfied wife. 

The room was still quiet as the two of them stood and undressed completely one at a time without showing their nakedness. They used their bodies to block the audience from seeing them. They walked off stage and stood waiting for Tom's comments. 

"Damn." Tom managed to say. "That was one hell of a performance." Suddenly the whole room broke out in applause. Amy looked up at Danny and smiled. Only they knew that the fucking was real. They ran back into the room to gather their stuff. 

"Well?" Danny asked as he stood watching her pack up her stuff. 

"Not bad." She giggled. "With some more rehearsing we can get it right." She walked out and sat down next to Carol. "Can we come to your house again tomorrow to rehearse?" 

"Sure." Carol said smiling. Maybe they would let her watch without the sheet covering them. 

They watched two more threesomes go through scene one but they didn't come close to Amy and Danny's performance. One girl accidentally flashed her bare breast when she undressed and the class saw one guy's bare ass. When the class was over Tom passed out Act two. "You might as well read through Act two and start some rehearsing."

Danny and Carol knew Act two involved them so they quickly read through the scenes. The first two scenes involved some accidental flashing of privates in the bathroom. First Jack walked in on Gloria while she had a towel wrapped around her nude body and the second scene Gloria ran into Danny when he was coming out of his room with his robe open. It was during the third scene when they were all watching TV that Amy went to bed leaving the two of them alone. Gloria pretended to be asleep while Danny hands explored her body on the sofa. 

"We may have to start before 1:00PM." Danny said smiling over at Carol. 

"No problem." Carol grinned back at him. "The house is empty during the day." 

* * * * *

Carol tried to sneak up to her bedroom when she returned that evening at 10:00PM. She walked through the dark kitchen and made it to the stairs when she heard her son's voice. "So how was it?" 

She turned to see him sitting in the living room with only one light on. "Good," she said, walking up the stairs. 

"No-no," he smiled, "come over here and bring me up to date. That's what you used to do with May and I." 

Carol walked in and sat next to him on the sofa. She noticed he was wearing cotton shorts and a tee shirt. 

"What do you want to know?" she asked. She was still somewhat embarrassed about him seeing her naked before. 

"Everything," he smiled, "we don't keep secrets in this family remember?" 

Carol put down her purse and the copy of the play which Jim quickly picked it up and started reading it. 

"Hey," she said, as she tried to grab it from his hands. But he was too big and too strong. Her breasts pushed against his back while he read the first page. 

"Wow," Jim said turning to look at her, "this borders on a porn show." 

"It's just a play. Nothing really happens," she said defensively. 

"Jack and Julie kiss and touch each other and then undress in front of each other," Jim laughed. Her body was still pressed again his back. He could feel the hard tips of her breasts pushing into his back. He read the other pages and hurried to read Act two. After he was finished he turned and she moved away. "I take it you are Gloria and you will be intimate with Jack." 

Carol blushed, "It's just acting." 

She grabbed the play from her son's hand. 

"You do remember how to be intimate right?" Jack smiled. He figured she had not done it in a very long time. 

"Of course," she said. 

"If you want to rehearse act two with a man let me know," Jim smiled. He had always teased his mother about sex in the past and had enjoyed how she normally blushed and ran away. 

Carol thought about what he had said. She would definitely be nervous rehearsing with Danny and this was her son. "OK. Come up to my room in about fifteen minutes," she smiled calling his bluff. 

"Really?" Jim asked. He remembered the scenes where Jack walked in on her wearing nothing but a short towel and then her seeing him with his robe open in the hallway. Holy shit, he thought, and then there was the third scene where she is asleep on the sofa and he explores her body. 

Carol's heart raced as she moved into the bathroom and stripped off her clothing. She grabbed a white towel and tied it tightly around her breasts. She glanced down to see the bottom only inches below her puffy bush. After a splash of cold water on her face she waited for him to come up. 

Jim grinned as he looked at his watch. At the fifteen minute mark he hurried up the stairs and into her open room. He expected her to be laughing while sitting on her bed but the room was empty. He moved to the bathroom door and listened. 

"You're supposed to burst in," Carol called out when hearing his footsteps. 

Jim still didn't believe she was really going to do it so he pushed open the door and froze. She was standing before him in only a small bath towel around her body. His eyes were like saucers as he looked at her full breasts pushing out the top of the towel. "You're serious." 

"No. You are suppose to say oh my I thought the bathroom was empty," Carol laughed. She was enjoying him being the one embarrassed for a change. 

"Oh my. I.....thought the bathroom.....was empty. I'm so.....sorry," Jim mumbled. 

"Well it's not empty," Carol said remembering her lines. She also knew the towel was supposed to slip down over her breast. She pinched the side of the towel and watched his eyes as her naked breast and big dark nipple appeared. "Oops," she giggled. 

Jim looked at his mother's breast and froze. "What do I say now?" 

"I'm not sorry now," she smiled, knowing her breast was still exposed. 

"I'm not......sorry....now." 

Carol looked at the huge bulge in his cotton shorts and it made her feel good that she still had that effect on a man even if it was her son. "Are you going to just stare at me or are you going to close the door?" she giggled. 

"Huh?" Jim asked forgetting he was just acting. "I better go," he said remembering his line. He quickly turned and walked back out. 

Carol pulled the towel back up and yelled. "Let's do it again." 

"Again?" Jim asked, not sure if he could do it again. 

Carol was rearranging the towel when it came loose and both of her breasts spilled out. Jim came crashing through the door. "Oh my. I.....thought the bathroom....holy shit," he said looking down at both of her huge orbs. 

"Sorry I wasn't ready," Carol smiled. He had already seen her naked so what difference did it really make? She fixed the towel and looked at him. They repeated the lines again and Jim had a better time as he got used to her breast being exposed. 

"OK good," Carol said, while pulling the towel off and bending to pick up her underwear. "Go undress and put on that big robe I gave you for Christmas last year. Go into the hallway bathroom and I'll let you know when I'm outside." 

"You really want to do this?" Jim asked. Not only had he seen her bare breasts but now the puff of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs. 

"I'd rather do it with you than Danny," she said forgetting that he did not know who the guy was that she was to do this play with. 

"Danny? Danny Jones?" Jim asked surprised. He was the biggest pussy hound in town. 

"Yes. Now go and get ready for the next scene," she said smiling. She had not seen her son naked for a long time and was anxious to see how he had grown. 

Jim hurried to his room and grabbed the robe. He removed his tee shirt but not his cotton shorts. Surely she didn't want him to be really naked. He moved out and into the hall bathroom and waited. 

"OK," she yelled from the hallway. She watched as the door opened and he walked out with his robe wide open. "You're supposed to be naked under the robe." 

Carol laughed when she saw he was wearing his shorts. 

"But...," he started to say as she moved forward and grabbed the waistband. Before he could stop her she pulled his shorts over his manhood and down to his ankles. 

"My-my-my," she said as she jumped back when his prick popped out. He was definitely bigger than her husband. 

"Shit Mom," he said as he pushed his big hand down to cover his seven-inch rigid rod. 

"This is just a play," she said as she pushed him back into the bathroom and closed the door. "Come out." 

The door flew open and again he came out with his robe open only this time his hard-on pointed up at her. "Gloria!" he exclaimed, "I didn't think you were home." 

She stared at his prick. "I came home early and I'm glad I did. Is Julie home?" 

"No..oo," he stuttered. "She went to visit her mother." 

Gloria moved up to him until his prick pressed against the front of her dress. "Careful with that thing it might go off." 

Jim quickly closed his robe. "You want to do it again?" 

"Of course," Carol said smiling, "until we get it right." 

They did it again four more times and each time Carol pressed harder into his stiff prick. Finally she said last scene. "Get your shorts back on and meet me down on the sofa." 

Carol moved down the stairs and waited. He came down only wearing his shorts and tee shirt. "I don't think we should do this one because I'll be touching you," Jim said. 

"Would you rather Danny be touching me doing all the rehearsing?" she asked, seeing he was still excited. 

"OK. What do we do?" He sat next to her. 

"Julie just said she was tired and was going to bed. We watch TV for a while longer and then I fall asleep next to you. That's when you feel me up," Carol said smiling. 

"I don't think I can do this," Jim said. His body wanted to do it but his mind said he was nuts. 

"Sure you can. We are just acting. Remember that," she turned and pretended to watch the TV. After about two minutes Carol leaned back against the cushion and slowly closed her eyes. Her body was on fire as she waited for his touches. No man had touched her for a long time. 

Jim sat trembling as he tried to get up enough nerve to do it. 

"Do it," she whispered. Jim moved his hand down to rest gently on her forearm. He felt the tiny hairs on her arm rise as he lightly caressed the skin. 

Carol knew he was supposed to go faster but right now didn't want him to. His touch was hot on her skin as his fingers got braver. They moved up to her shoulder and back down to her hand. But, he was afraid to leave her arm. When he moved to her hand again she grabbed it and moved it over until it floated above her thigh. She quickly pulled her hand away which caused his to drop down. His hand froze when he felt the tight muscles of her upper leg. His fingers were only about eight inches from her loins. Both were breathing heavy as his fingers gently caressed the tenderness of her upper thighs through her paper thin dress. She was not wearing a slip. 

"You have to go faster because this section is only supposed to last no more than fifteen minutes," Carol said, keeping her eyes closed. She felt his fingers move towards her lower stomach but then take a quick detour to the right and up her side. She smiled as his fingers moved just under her full breasts and just stop. "Do you want Danny and me to rehearse it more times?" she whispered. She gasped as his large hand moved up and cupped her soft orb. 

Her hard nipple pressed into his palm as he measured the softness and fullness of her breast. He was content in just touching her there until she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand slowly down until he felt the top of her panties through the dress. "Go lower," she whispered as she slowly opened her thighs. 

Jim gulped as he moved south until he felt the soft mound of hair which he quickly explored its fullness. He was not in control of his fingers anymore as they traveled down until he found the top of her gash. The heat and dampness pushed through to his fingers as they moved lower over her hard clit and even lower into her warm opening. The tip of his middle finger pushed the dress and panties in until the tip of his finger was hidden.




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"Ohhh," Carol moaned. It had been so long since anyone had touched her there. Her hips rose from the sofa to meet his fingers. 

"Mom, we shouldn't be....." Jim started to pull his fingers away but again she stopped him. 

"Please honey. It's been so long. Don't stop," Carol begged. Her legs were now spread wide apart. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over the top of her damp yellow panties. Again she took his hand and pushed it down over the crotch of her undies. 

Jim's fingers pushed the silky underwear deep into her dripping folds. He again found her clit and rubbed until she cried out, "I'm so close!" He looked down as he flicked his fingertip up and down her damp valley and saw the dark curly hairs on both sides of the panties which were now a narrow strip resting in her pink folds. 

"Faster!" Carol screamed. His fingers moved quickly over her pleasure knob until her whole body shot upward. "I COMING!" She yelled. Her mind went blank from the pleasure and when she opened her eyes again he was gone. 

*****

Becky came home an hour later and found her mom sitting on the sofa drinking a glass of wine. "Hi mom."

"Hi sweetie." 

"Where is Jim?" 

"He went up early to his room. I haven't seen him for a while." 

"Mom," Becky said as she sat next to her, "about yesterday." 

Carol remembered how Becky yelled she was gay. "It's OK to be whatever you want to be." 

Becky grinned and hugged her arms around her mother. "I knew you would understand." She felt her mother's breasts push into her smaller ones. 

"Do you have any sexual feelings towards men?" Carol whispered in her ear. They still held each other tightly. 

"I don't think so. But, I've never really been that intimate with a male before." 

"Just promise me you'll take the time to give it a shot before you tell the whole world," Carol said as she gently kissed the tender nape of Becky's neck. 

Becky felt the shivers flying down her spine from her mother's hot breath and soft lips on her neck. "Mom. I saw you in the shower with that black woman. Where you and her....you know?" 

Carol smiled. "We were just experimenting. Neither of us had been with another woman before and in act three we will be intimate." Her hand moved down and gently brushed over the soft skin beneath Becky's shirt. 

"How did it make you feel?" Becky asked. She wished her fingers would go lower under her jeans and panties. 

"I was excited but scared," Carol whispered. Becky's lips were now pressing against her own neck. 

"If you want I'll help you rehearse the third act," Becky said as she gently nibbled on the soft skin. 

"How far have you and Ann gone?" Carol asked. Her fingers felt the top of her daughter's panties and gently pulled out the elastic. 

Becky giggled from the tickling sensation of her mom's fingers on her back and from the topic they were discussing. "We've pretty much done it all I guess but I'm not that experienced so I guess I'm not sure." Becky felt the fingers move under the panties and down under her jeans as well. 

"I saw her kissing you down there," Carol said. Becky's nibbling on her neck was causing her serious flashes of passion. 

"It was fantastic," Becky whispered. Her own hand was now moving along the top of her mother's hips. She slowly pulled her face away and stared into the eyes of her mother. They both closed their eyes as their soft lips pressed and caressed together. Becky's tongue flicked across the soft lips first and felt them open to welcome it inside. The two tongues slithered together as their lips opened wide. 

Jim heard some noises downstairs and tiptoed out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He could see the legs of the two women on the sofa as he moved downward. He stopped when he saw them hugging. After another step down he froze as he watched his sister and mother in hot open mouth kiss. "Holy shit," he said, as he moved up the stairs. Jim lay on his bed thinking about had just occurred between him and his mother and now his younger sister was in on it as well. 

Carol pulled her lips away. "God, that was so........," she gasped for air. 

"Hot?" Becky asked, with a smile. 

"Yes," Carol said, "I think we need to cool it." Her whole body was on fire. 

Becky stood and grabbed her purse and ran up the stairs. "Let me know when you want to rehearse act three." 

***** 

It was early the next morning after Jim and Becky had left the house when Danny and Amy showed up for the act two rehearsal. 

"I'm not really in this act so I guess I'll just give my input on how it looks," Amy said, somewhat disappointed. She had hoped to rehearse some with Danny again on act one. 

"If we get through early enough you two can go over act one," Carol grinned reading the girl's mind. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Danny asked excitedly. He had very little sleep last night as he imagined touching her body. 

"Definitely," Carol smiled, "I'll go upstairs, undress and put on a towel. When you are ready come on up." 

"I'll go too," Amy said. She had hoped to see the woman naked again. 

"You can come in," Carol said to Amy as she held the bathroom door open. Amy walked in and sat on the closed toilet seat. She watched as Carol removed her dress, bra and panties. "Did I tell you my 18 year-old daughter thinks she is a lesbian?" 

"No. She really does huh?" Amy asked trying not to stare at the wonderful breasts on the older woman. "Maybe she can give us some pointers on act three?" She joked. 

"She has already volunteered," Carol said seriously. She pulled the towel around her and peeked out to see Danny standing nervously in the bedroom. "You ready?" 

Danny shook his head yes and pushed open the door. 

Oh my. I thought the bathroom was empty. I'm so sorry," he said, while noticing Carol's dress and underwear on the top of the sink. She was truly completely naked under the towel. 

"Well it's not," Carol said, as she pushed the towel down to fall below her large round breast and long brown nipple. "Oops," she giggled. 

"I'm not sorry now," he smiled. He had never even seen one that big before and just stood there looking at it. 

"Let's do it again," Amy laughed. Both women could see the large bulge in his shorts. 

They did it a few more times and figured out Carol needed to have her back to the audience to hide them from seeing her boob. 

"Next scene," Carol grinned as she pulled the towel off of her body while Danny was still standing in the bathroom. As she pulled on her panties she grinned at him. "I think we all need to get used to being naked together." 

"Definitely," Danny smiled as he watched her pull the silk undies up over her dark bush. "Where is the robe?" 

"Behind the door," Carol replied, snapping her bra into place. 

Danny grabbed the robe and removed his shirt, shorts and boxers. He stood proudly displaying his hard-on as he pulled the robe over him. "I guess you are outside when I come out." 

Carol and Amy walked into the bedroom. "I'll have to block his body when he comes out the door," Carol said smiling. She stood there waiting and suddenly the door opened and an exposed Danny walked out and up to her. 

"Gloria!" he exclaimed, "I didn't think you were home." 

She looked down at his rigid tool. "I came home early and I'm glad I did," she smiled, "Is Julie home?" 

"No, she went to visit her mother." 

Gloria moved up to him until his prick pressed against the front of her dress. "Careful with that thing it might go off." She hesitated as she felt the hardness and size of it before she pulled away. 

"Do it again," Amy said feeling in command. She couldn't wait until she directed what Jim would do to Carol as she slept on the sofa. 

Again Danny came out and each time he did Carol pushed harder and longer against him like she had done with her son. Both were totally turned on as they moved downstairs for the next scene. 

"Julie has gone to bed and Carol, I mean Gloria, is asleep next to you. You get fifteen minutes to touch her all over," Amy smiled. 

Carol and Danny took their places. "Don't be afraid to touch me and forget I'm Jim's mom," she said smiling. She didn't want him to hold back and he didn't. 

"Just touch lightly on her leg first to make sure she is asleep," Amy directed as she moved forward to see Danny's hand on Carol's leg. 

Jim's fingers gently touched the top of her bare thigh at the hem of her dress. After a few seconds his fingers dove under the material and slowly up under her dress. Carol tried not to panic when she felt him immediately go under her dress. He was not as shy as Jim. 

Amy saw Carol's legs opening. "You are supposed to be asleep. Let him pull your legs open." 

Jim's fingers gently pulled on the leg closest to him which gave him free access up to her panties. He pushed against the soft material and searched until he found her moist slit. 

Carol thought he would touch her through her panties like Jim did but he found the elastic of her panties and pulled them aside. Her pussy was now open for him to touch. He did. 

Jim's arm held up Carol's dress enough for Amy's eyes to see his fingers sneak under her panties and into her pink folds. "We will have to do this at an angle because I can see everything you are doing." Amy's breath was quick and rapid. "It would be better if she was not wearing any panties," Danny suggested. The tight panties were not giving him the freedom he or Carol wanted. 

"That would be hard to do if she was sleeping," Amy said as she saw Danny's middle finger disappear deeply into her vagina. "But what if Gloria was not really asleep and was just pretending to be asleep?" He asked. 

Carol opened her eyes. "Yeah....oh....I....God....think....OH!.that will....WORK!" She moaned as Danny finger-fucked her. "Take them off." 

Danny quickly moved his hand from her panties and moved down onto his knees. He pushed both hands up under her dress and pulled down the flimsy protection. Carol lifted her hips slightly and peeked out to see his eyes looking at her fully open and exposed pussy. 

"Did it say I was just touching her?" Danny asked as he pushed his finger again deeply inside of her. 

"It just said you explored her body," Amy said. Her own fingers were rubbing against the crotch of her jeans. 

"So I can use something other than my fingers to explore?" Danny grinned. 

"What else....." Amy started to ask until she saw him pull up her dress and pushed his head between her legs. Shit he was going to kiss her pussy. 

"OH GOD!" Carol screamed when his tongue lashed against her hard clit. Her hands grabbed his head and held it there. 

"You're supposed to be pretending to be asleep," Amy laughed. 

"Fuck pretending," Carol cried out. She wanted to cum. 

Danny's face was raw as she pushed her hairy mound against him. He concentrated on bringing her off quickly and his mission was a success. 

"YES!" she screamed as her body exploded. 

They rehearsed again and then again but Danny did not go down on Carol again. They ended up laughing so much during the third rehearsal that they had to quit for the day. 

Carol was almost an hour early for the class and found Tom setting up the stage which consisted of a doorway that was to be used for the bathroom scenes and a sofa off to the side to be used for the last scene. 

"Hello Mr. Bennigan," she said as she sat next to him on the sofa. 

"I think you can call me Tom at least when we are alone. Are you ready for you big scene?" 

"Yes," she blushed, "I hope I can go through with it." 

"I'm sure you will be fine," Tom grinned. "I was very impressed with the way your group did the first act. Very sexy but not revealing." 

"I'm curious to find out how you will like tonight's second act." 

"I anxiously await it," he laughed. 

They talked some more and she found out he was divorced and was only a few years younger that she. They both could feel the chemistry and after about thirty minutes felt they had known each other for a long time. 

Other people arrived and Carol moved back to her seat. The acts from the rest of the class had improved greatly since the first act. Carol noticed one young man had forgotten to tie his robe and his penis stuck out as he waited to walk out of the bathroom door in scene two. The girl in his group pointed it out to him and he quickly turned and positioned it inside his robe. The touching of the girl on the sofa was very hot in most of the scenes but none of them had the man's hands moving under her clothes. Tom saved group number four for last. 

"I am so nervous," Carol said as she hung onto Danny's arm while waiting to go out onto the makeshift stage. 

"Don't be. Just pretend it's just me and you alone at your house." 

Carol smiled when she saw his hard-on sticking outward. "Let's go." 

As they moved out in front of the class Carol tightened the robe around her. She tried to go naked under it but couldn't so she had put on her tight panties.

The first scene went great as her breast was exposed from the towel however she was turned in such a way that the class could only see the side of it. And, the second scene was just a good as Carol stood directly in front of Danny's long prick. The class applauded as they moved back into the room to dress for the last scene. 

"I can't wait for the third act," Danny grinned. He had always wanted to see two females have sex. 

"Most men love that," Carol giggled. She watched as he pulled his boxers over his long penis. 

"Ready to be ravished in public?" He laughed. Carol gulped and followed him out and onto the sofa. 

Tom moved his chair to the front of the class to get a good angle as Carol pretended to be asleep and Danny started touching her. He smiled when Danny's exploring fingers moved up under her dress. There was no doubt after act one that he would be touching her pussy. He also was right about the angle because only he could see the young man's fingers as her dress lifted and his hand pushed against her black panties. 

The class was deadly quiet again as they watched his fingers explore the junction of her thighs. Some of the girls gasped when he moved down onto his knees and pulled her black lace panties down and off. Whispers could be heard when he picked up her dress and pushed apart her legs. 

Carol tried to pretend she was alone with Danny but couldn't. She peeked out to see Tom sitting directly across from her looking directly up her spread legs. He had to be able to see her hairy pussy she thought. The view was blocked when Danny's head moved between her legs and his tongue danced over her damp sex. 

She felt so hot and tried at first to fake an orgasm but her own climax soon took over. Her fingers gripped into the sofa as he expertly brought her to an earth shattering climax. "OHHH!" she screamed as she climaxed. The whole class remained silent as Danny's head moved out of under her dress and he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Again they all broke out in applause. 

After Carol and Danny returned Tom again asked for criticism. The girl who Danny pissed off the first time raised her hand. "How can she be sleeping if he does oral sex on her?" 

Carol was ready to answer but Tom jumped in. "Maybe she was pretending to be asleep?" he said smiling at Carol. 

"The handout didn't say she could pretend to be asleep," the girl snapped back. 

"I'm looking for creativity in these sessions. If you see something that works well without changing the content of the story please do," Tom answered. Before the girl could speak again Tom said. "Here is act three so read up on it." He passed them out and smiled again at Carol when he walked past her seat. 

Amy and Carol quickly read the script and looked at each other. Amy smiled and Carol bit her lips. They were to dance close together in one scene only wearing nightgowns and end up kissing. The second scene involved Gloria giving Julie a massage that ends up with the woman fingering the girl, and the last scene involved Amy coming to Gloria's bed one night when Jack was out of town. She said she was frightened by a noise and didn't want to sleep alone. In the dim light of the bedroom under the sheets they removed each other's clothing and took turns giving oral sex. 

"What time do you want me to come by your house?" Amy asked Carol as they walked out to their cars. They looked at Danny who said, "As much as I want to be there I have to work tomorrow. I guess you two practice alone." 

*****

That evening Becky and Ann were sitting on Becky's bed in only panties while reading magazines when Carol knocked on the door. 

"Come in," Becky yelled. Ann looked at her like she was crazy and covered her bare breasts. 

Carol walked in and stopped seeing what they were wearing. "And what if I was Jim?" She asked. 

"Then he would see my tits and Ann's ass," Becky giggled. Ann was facing away from the door. 

"Hi Mrs. Denning," Ann said blushing. 

Carol moved into the room and closed the door. The two girls watched as she moved to sit on the bed next to Ann who was still covering her round but very firm breasts. 

"I may need your help," Carol said looking down at Ann's pure white thighs. Her white bikini panties were wedged tightly between them. 

"I told Ann about the third act," Becky smiled, "she said she would help too." 

"Good," Carol said, "I don't have any experience with another female." Her eyes moved to Ann's fingers as they slowly dropped down exposing her hard tips. 

"What do you have to do?" Ann asked as she pushed her breasts forward. 

Carol smiled at Becky's friend or should she say lover. "First I dance with the woman only wearing nightgowns and kiss. The next scene I massage her and...." Carol stopped. "I finger her until she comes. Finally the last scene she crawls in bed with me when there is a real bad storm and her husband is out of town. We please each other with our mouths." 

"What kind of class is this?" Ann asked somewhat embarrassed to hear Becky's mom say those words. 

"Adult acting," Carol answered. 

"More like porn acting," Becky laughed, "how do you want us to help?" 

Carol thought about it. "Maybe I could watch you two do the act?" 

Shit. Becky thought she wants to watch Ann and I make female love. It was the hottest thing she had ever heard of. She looked at Ann who face was painted in fear. "Come on." She grabbed Ann's hand and pulled her from the bed, "Put on my pink baby doll and I'll wear my short nightie." 

Carol sat still on the bed as the two girls quickly pulled the silk garments over their heads. "Just dance close together and slowly move your lips together." She wished she was in her nightgown as well. 

Becky pulled her nervous girlfriend into her warm embrace. At first she kept her distance enough for their hard nipples to brush against each other as their stomachs did the same. After a minute or two of that Becky pulled Ann's breasts tightly against her own and slid her fingers down over her nice round ass. Ann's fingers did the same. 

Suddenly Becky pulled away. "Here mom you try it with Ann." 

"But, I'm wearing a dress," Carol said. Ann was now smiling in anticipation. 

"Go change real quickly. We will wait for you," Becky injected. 

Carol stood and almost ran into her bedroom. She pulled off the dress and bra and pulled her silky bright green sheer nightgown over her swollen nipples. When she made it back to the room she saw Ann and Becky kissing. 

"Ooops, sorry mom, I was just keeping her warm for you," Becky giggled as she moved to the bed and watched as Carol and Ann slowly came together. She smiled thinking about what a good kisser Ann was and how hot her mom would soon be. 

"Like this?" Carol asked as she aimed the points of her breasts towards the young morsels of the girl's chest. She slowly moved her hard nips up and down and right and left across the small pencil erasers sticking through the nightgown. 




Triangle



Ann nervously looked over at Becky. Her body was on fire as the older woman rubbed against hers. The nightgowns were so thin they might as well be naked. They continued to push and rub their breasts together. 

"Come on," Becky said, "rub the stomachs together too." 

Ann looked into Carol's eyes as she opened her young thighs to allow the woman's leg to press against her damp pussy mound. Neither of them was now acting as they rubbed their thighs against the other one's hot slit. 

"KISS!" Becky cried out. 

Carol's lips pressed forward against the softest lips she had ever kissed. Her fingers explored down the girls hips until she was cupping her small round buttocks. Their mouths opened at the same time. 

Becky pushed her fingers down under her panties and was stroking her hard clit as she watched her lover and mother go at it. She wished it was herself with her mom but she didn't want to scare her away just yet. 

Suddenly Carol pulled her mouth away as was breathing heavy when she said, "Wow!" 

Ann smiled and moved away. They were ready for the second part of Act Three. 

"Where do you want me?" Ann asked. 

"I guess on the bed," Carol answered looking at her daughter whose fingers were still moving under her panties. 

"Come on over," Becky said as she moved back to give Ann room. 

"Am I naked?" Ann asked. 

"No you are wearing a dress and I massage your shoulders and work my way down your body. Then I massage your legs up under your dress. And finally I....," Carol stopped feeling uncomfortable to say she would finger the girl's pussy. 

Ann blushed. "I understand." She moved to the bed and lay face downward. A few seconds later she felt Carol set next to her and felt her fingers on the tops of her shoulders. 

"God your skin is so soft," Carol whispered as her fingers moved over the girl's shoulders. 

"Is that one of your lines?" Becky asked smiling. 

"Yes," her mother answered. The hands were moving and caressing down her back to the tops of her hips. Only a few more inches and the girl's soft bum cheeks would be hers. 

Ann knew her pussy was dripping hot as the woman's fingers explored down over her ass to the tops of her thighs. She knew it would only take a few touches on her hard clit to push her over. Her tender thighs opened slowly to allow Carol's fingers to travel up between them until the fingertips pressed under her ass and across the damp crotch. She moaned, "Oh!" 

Carol's body was trembling as she explored across the soft panties. She pressed lightly to find the girl's slit and then a little deeper until she discovered the hard clit. 

"Touch under the panties," Becky begged as her eyes watched the long thin fingers push the white cotton undies down until they were soaked with Ann's juices. 

"Should I turn over?" Ann panted. 

Becky didn't wait for her mother to reply as she grabbed Ann's body and turned her onto her back. Ann lifted her hips to allow Becky to pull the damp cloth down her baby-fat thighs and off her feet. Her dark strip of brown pubic hair glistened with the moisture as she slowly opened her legs. 

Carol froze when she saw the young girl's pussy open for her. "I'm not sure if this is a good idea." She was afraid that the girl might say something to her parents. 

"Ann won't say anything," Becky said knowing what her mother's concerns were. 

"I promise." Ann said as she bit her lower lip. Her mind was already on the third scene when they give each other oral sex. 

Carol still could not move her fingers to the girl's pussy so Becky reached over and grabbed her wrist, "Come on Mom. It's just a play right?" She guided the tips of her fingers down through the soft curly thicket of hairs to the edge of her opened pink pedals.

Becky let her wrist go and they all waited. Finally after about fifteen seconds the trembling fingers moved down into the moist hot gash. Her legs opened wider which also opened the virgin pussy even more. Carol explored and found the maidenhead intact and then moved back to the pleasure button. Ann's hips rose from the bed as she toyed and played with it. 

"That's it Mom," Becky said feeling the heat generated from within her own pussy. 

Carol concentration was focused totally on her fingers as they raced to bring the young lover of her daughter off. She did not realize Ann's fingers were sliding down her own thigh and under her own panties until one of the small fingers slid deeply into her own moist depths. "OH GOD!" Carol cried out. "That's not part of the play." Her body was on fire as the young girl quickly discovered her enlarge clit and rubbed it as rapid as she was doing to Ann. 

Becky's fingers were keeping up with the two females. She was surprised when Ann's started touching her mother's pussy and moved down the bed slightly so she could see her lover's fingers moving over the exposed pinkness and deep into her pussy. 

"OH GOD I'M COMING MRS. DENNING!" Ann screamed. Carol's own body was about to say the same when she heard the same words coming from her daughter. 

"I'M COMING TOO!" Becky screamed. 

Carol tried to hold her passion in but couldn't. "ME TOO!" she cried out. 

"God, that was unbelievable," Ann said smiling, "I'm ready for scene three." 

"I think we should stop now," Carol said as she staggered off the bed and to the door. Things were moving way too fast. Her body was still tingling as she pulled back the bedcovers and slid underneath. She wanted so much to try the oral sex but was afraid. She was almost asleep when she felt someone on the bed next to her. In a daze she felt the sheet move up and the body move down around her legs. 

"Ann we shouldn't," she moaned when the girl's fingers found the top of her panties and pulled. Carol didn't stop her as she removed her damp undies and pushed apart her legs. 

"Ann don't..." Carol moaned when she felt the young girl's tongue find her opened pussy lips. 

"Don't," she said softer when the tongue licked across her hard and ready clit. The experienced tongue of the girl quickly brought her again up and over the edge of passion. Carol gripped the sheet next to her as she climaxed again. Before she could pull the girl up to try to return the favor she heard the door close. Carol smiled and fell quickly asleep. 

"Well?" Ann asked Becky when she returned to the bed next to her. 

Becky giggled, "She didn't know it was me." 

*****

"MOM! I'm going to School!" Becky yelled towards her mother's bedroom door. "You better get up soon." 

Carol opened her eyes and remembered the fantastic tongue lashing she received last night down between her thighs. She smiled and pushed her fingers down her soft stomach until she touched her still moist slit. The panties were gone which meant she had not dreamed about Ann coming into her bed and going down on her. It was so wonderful. She glanced at the alarm clock and saw it was 8:30AM and remembered that Amy would be there around 10:00AM to rehearse with her. There was no doubt now that they would end up giving each other oral sex. 

After a quick breakfast she jumped into the shower and took a few extra minutes to trim her pubic mound. After touching Ann's pussy last night she realized it was much better to have the lips shaven. Her fingers accidentally brushed over her swollen clit a few times which gave her the urge to masturbate but she held off wanting the real thing. It was 9:50AM when the door bell sounded. 

"Good morning," Amy said all smiles as she walked into the nervous woman's house. She could see the stress on Carol's face. 

"Are you OK?" 

"Yes," the woman said as she took a deep breath. "I guess I'm nervous about our rehearsal." 

"Me too but I'm glad it's with you." 

"Me too," Carol said smiling and relaxing. "Do you want a cup of coffee or something first?" 

"No, I'm too excited. Can we just go upstairs and do it?" She giggled. " I mean rehearse." 

"Yes," Carol smiled. She was wearing her sexiest semi-sheer nightgown under her robe since the first scene involved the two of them dancing. She led the way up the stairs and into the dim lit bedroom. 

"I like the candles," Amy commented as she pulled off her sweater and pushed down her jeans. She was wearing a sexy red baby doll. 

They stood for a few seconds looking at each others body. "I'm supposed to say: When was the last time you danced?" Amy said to the older woman. 

"And I'm supposed to answer: A long, long time ago." 

"Would you like to dance with me?" Amy said as she held her arms open inviting her into her hot body. 

"Yes," Carol said softly. Her eyes were locked onto Amy's as their soft breasts first pushed together, followed by their stomachs and thighs. 

"Umm, you feel so soft," Amy whispered remembering her lines. 

"You too," Carol replied. 

For the next few minutes they were to just rub their fronts together without moving their hands. 

Becky stayed in school as long as she could before she lied to the nurse that she was feeling ill. The thought of her mother rehearsing with the lovely black woman was too much so she sped home to get there before they got too far along. 

Neither woman heard the car pull into the driveway nor the front door open. The bedroom door was cracked open just enough for the young girl to peek inside without being noticed. 

"I could do this all day," Amy whispered. It was her next line but at the same time she really meant it. 

Carol knew from the script that it was the trigger for her to move her fingers down over the girl's round ass. "We have all day." Amy's ass was so nice and round. 

Amy's quickly undid her jeans and pushed her fingers under her panties when she saw both women massaging the other one's ass. She wished she was in the middle of them. 

Carol pushed her head back and looked into Amy's brown eyes. It was time for them to kiss. Their eyes closed as their lips moved forward to gently brush together. After their tongue pushed together their hands pulled the nightgown straps from each other's shoulder and pushed back to watch the two garments slither down their naked tops and fall at their feet. Both sets of nipples were rock hard in anticipation of what was to come. 

"How are we going to do this without the class seeing our breasts?" Carol asked. They turned one way and then the other. 

"We could just have one of us with our backs to the class but I want to be more creative," Amy said. She tried to put her arms up to block the view but Carol's breasts were too big. "I guess we will just have to do the back thing." 

"I've got an idea," a voice came from behind the door. Amy cupped her hands over her brown orbs and watched the door open. 

"Becky! What are you doing home?" Carol asked. 

"I wasn't feeling well," the girl smiled as her eyes roamed down Amy's nearly perfect body. 

"So this is Becky," Amy said as she removed her hands. She saw the desire on the young girl's face. "What is your idea?" 

"I don't think her being here is a good idea," Carol said upset that her sex rehearsal session with Amy had been interrupted. 

"Let's hear what she has to say," Amy said smiling. 

"I think the best way is to show you," Amy grinned. She released the top button on her white blouse 

"What are you doing?" Carol said grabbing her wrist. 

"Mom, I need to take off my blouse and bra to demonstrate my idea," Becky said pulling her arm away. 

Carol was outvoted as she stood back wearing only her silky yellow bikini panties watching her daughter strip. 

She smiled at Amy and released her bra snap causing the white garment to fall at her feet. She stood proudly displaying her small ivory white breasts and hard cherry tip nipples. 

"OK so show us," Carol said wanting to get her daughter out of the bedroom. 

"We need to put the nightgowns back on," Becky grinned. They grabbed the two garments and stood back. 

Amy waited with her heart racing because she had remembered that Carol had said her daughter told her she was a lesbian. If that was true the girl would be able to show her and Carol the best way to have female to female sex. 

"OK, as you take off your nightgown your front will be seen by the class." 

"But, they will see her breasts," Carol shot out. 

"Go ahead and I'll show you how they won't see them," Amy smiled. 

As Amy slowly pulled the nightgown up over navel Becky's hands moved up under the silky covering to cup the brown mounds as the nightgown moved up and off. 

"See." Becky grinned as she lightly massaged the warm orbs. 

Amy took a deep breath when her boobs were cupped and marveled at the softness of the young girls hands. "How do I do you?" 

"Pull off one strap and hold it in your hand and then do the other one. As you lower your hands down the front of me cup my breasts and then let the nightgown fall to my feet." 

Amy's fingers trembled as she attempted to do what Becky said. As she neared the small mounds she dropped the nightgown too quickly and Carol could see her daughter's nipples. "That didn't work." 

"Do it again but hold onto the nightgown until your hands are on top of me," Becky smiled. Amy's nipples were now rock hard and had pushed out between Becky's fingers. 

As Amy reached down to grab the nightgown on the floor Becky's fingers slowly pulled away but continued to lightly pinch the dark nipples. Neither of them said anything but the sexual tension between them was about to burst. 

Again Amy tried it and again she dropped it. Carol was starting to believe she did it on purpose so Becky would continue to play with her breasts. Finally on the third try it worked and she was now holding the young girl's soft breasts under her chocolate fingers. "What now?" 

"We do it," Carol said as she pulled Becky away to take her place. They picked up the nightgowns and on the first try got it to work. "Thanks," she said as she turned to her daughter who was now sitting on the bed. 

"Do you mind if I stay and watch?" Becky asked. 

"Yes, I don't........" Carol started to say before Amy interrupted her. "Sure you might be able to help us with something else." 

Carol still was not comfortable with her daughter watching her fumbling love making with another woman for the first time but realized they really could use her to point out things. The next scene involved Carol giving Amy a total body massage. 

Carol looked at the script, "You look so stressed. Would you like a massage?" 

"Ummm, that would be nice," Amy turned with Carol's back to the audience preventing them from seeing their naked mounds. She moved over to the bed and plopped face down wearing only her panties. 

Becky's pussy was dripping as she looked down at the light brown ass cheeks split down the middle by Amy's thin thong strap. She wished it was her that was going to massage those heavenly wheat-colored buns. 

Carol smiled as she moved to the bed and sat on the back of Amy's thighs. Her fingers moved lightly up the outside of her legs and up over her hips. The action tickled the black girl. "Ha, ha, ha," she laughed. 

"Well that wasn't erotic," Carol said laughing as well. 

"Why don't you let Becky show you how to touch another woman?" Amy said as she looked over her shoulder at the young girl's grinning face. 

Carol thought about complaining but realized she really did need her daughter's help. "Sure," she said as she moved off of Amy's body. 

Becky quickly removed her jeans and jumped up to the same position her mother had just left. Her fingers pushed into Amy's back just above her panties and slowly dug upward until they reached her shoulder blades. 

"That feels good," Amy moaned. As Becky's hands moved upward her body lowered until her naked breasts pushed down into Amy's back. Then as she moved her hands back down she kept her hard nipples pushing into her soft skin down to the tops of her panties. Again she pushed into her muscles and again she dragged her nipples back down. The third time Becky lowered her lips to lightly kiss the middle of Amy's back which sent shivers down into the already moist pussy. 

"God, where did you learn that?" Carol asked. She was down by the bottom of the bed and could see the damp crotches of both females as her daughter lifted and lowered her body. 

Becky giggled. "Ann and I experiment a lot." 

"Well that's nice but you only have a few minutes to touch her......underneath," Carol said now breathing heavily. 

"I think you can do that mother," Becky grinned. She moved off of Amy's body and smiled as her mother took her place. 

Carol resumed the massage motion Becky had showed her and knew her daughter could see her damp panties. As she moved her fingers down to Amy's panties they slipped over the silky undies until they touched her bare ass cheeks. "So beautiful," she said remembering her lines. 

Amy smiled as she raised her ass higher and opened her thighs. Carol's fingers took the opening and pushed underneath across the dripping covered pussy. She fumbled around wondering if she should just pull the panties to the side and go under or just push into the silk cloth. Suddenly she felt Becky's fingers touching the insides of her own thighs. 

"Do what I do," Becky whispered while slowly touching around the edges of her mother's panties. She traced her fingers up along the elastic panty band to the hip and then curled her finger underneath. As her fingers moved back down over the bare flesh they detoured to her ass crack then followed the deeper slit down under her ass across her anus. 

"BECKY!" Carol cried out when the girl's fingers invaded her bowels. "Take it out." 

"Not until you do the same to Amy," The girl said firmly as she pushed inside another knuckle. 

"OH GOD!" Carol cried out as she quickly moved her finger up under Amy's thong and pushed down into the chocolate valley with her middle finger. She poised at the girls rear hole before she slowly pushed inside. 

"Damn!" Amy thought when she realized what they were talking about. "This was not in the script." As weird as it was it was making Amy hotter. 

Becky giggled as she popped out her fingers and continue her journey underneath her mother's ass and slowly very slowly up into her hot pussy. 

"Is that better mother?" she giggled. 

"Yes a lot better," Carol moaned as the finger pistoned in and out of her. She quickly did the same thing to Amy. 

"I don't know what's going on back there but please don't stop!" Amy moaned. 

"Am I supposed to make you climax?" Carol panted as she approached the peak herself. 

"I think we are supposed to do it next........." Amy groaned. She wanted to cum so bad but also wanted to have the woman's mouth and tongue on her pussy. 

"Becky stop," Carol said as she reached back to pull her daughter's finger out of her. "We have to do the last scene. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her back as she fell down on top of Amy's back. As she fell to the side she pushed down her panties and waited until Amy had done the same. They turned and looked into each other's eyes seeing the desire and passion. "What do we do now?" Amy asked. 

Becky quickly glanced at the short script and smiled. "Gloria comes to Julie's bed and it says you have oral sex." She looked back at the bed to see the two women's mouths locked together and their hands moving over every inch of each others body. They had forgotten about the script and had moved into their own love making. "I've got to see this," Becky thought as she pulled the sheet down over their upper bodies, across their hips and down their legs. Their thighs were pushed against the other one's pussy and rubbing back and forth. 

Hands and lips were soon exploring each others bodies. Amy's mouth found Carol's long hard nipple and sucked and licked as the older woman's fingers pushed deeply into her hot pussy. Both were trying to get each other off but were unsure of the best way. At least that's the way it was until Becky pulled Amy back from her mother and guided her around until her dark face moved between the pure white thighs. 




Triangle



Characters:

Riona: Irish for Queen

Luke: Greek for Light.

Grier: Scottish for watchful, guardian

* * * * *

"Honey, I'm home!" Luke yelled as he came into the apartment, flicking his shoes off by the door. 

He listens in the quiet space, and hears faint moans down the hall. Padding quietly, shedding tie and socks as he goes, he peers into each doorway, listening, yet knowing she is in the bedroom. Silently, he leans against the doorframe, watching as she wields her toy, sliding it in and out of her obviously wet pussy. 

"mmm....yeesss" she moans, one hand on the clear glass toy, the other dancing over her folds, stopping to slowly rub her clit.

"Anything I can help you with there, Riona?"

"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me! What the hell are you doing home?"

Smiling, he glances around the room. "Got another lover hidden here, just waiting to watch me fuck you silly? I called out when I came in. It's not my fault you were otherwise engrossed in your, um, activities."

Slowly, she pulls the toy from her pussy, her wetness making a soft slurping sound as she removes the last few inches. "You know there isn't anyone here. We agreed that there would be no one else unless we were both involved. And you still have not agreed to when that would be."

"I know" he says, sitting on the edge of the bed, his cock tenting out his dress pants, a small wet spot already staining them from the few minutes of Rio's show. "What if I told you that I think I found someone that might fit our needs? Would you be interested?"

Surprised, she glances over at him. "Really? Who? Do I know him?"

"He was at our last party. Do you remember Grier? Tall guy, dark skin, dark brown hair? The one you said looked like a tanned god?"

"Hell yes! How do you know he would be interested?"

"Well, we met up in the restroom at work today. I went in and he was doing a bit more than shaking to dry off. I startled him a bit. Nothing happened then, but we had a meeting in my office about an hour or so later and he could not keep his eyes off the picture of you on my desk. The one of you in that low cut black dress. Remember it?"

"Mhm...yes. I love that dress. Why would that make you think he would be interested?"

"His prick was so fucking hard, he couldn't sit still. I asked him if he liked the picture of you. He said that you were pretty. So we talked for a bit. It got down to the fact that you have been the primary focus of his fantasies for the past two months since the party. He seemed embarrassed, but I told him that I was proud that you could get him off like that, and that you were much better in life than in fantasy."

"Holy shit! I can't believe you had that conversation with a coworker!" she said, sitting up. "What did he say to that?"

"Well, he blushed. I told him we were looking for a third for some fun and if the person worked out, something semi-permanent. I asked him if he was interested."

"And?" she all by screamed, pleased and quite aroused at the thought of another cock in her life.

"He will be over in a few minutes. Nothing major, and we don't have to get naked or anything. Just drinks, maybe dinner" Luke said with a laugh, looking at Rio's completely naked, sex-starved form.

"Shit" Rio spat as she jumped up and headed for the shower. "You could have told me we were having company before you told me I would get my brains fucked out tonight!"

Ten minutes later, she strode into the living room, a soft yet elegantly cut cotton shirt over a pair of well-worn jean shorts, feet bare. Luke and Grier were already chatting, sitting in the comfortable chairs, drinking beer. Rio went to the kitchen, grabbed one for herself, then curled up in the corner of the couch, sizing up this new player.

"No more talk of the office, Luke. We would not want to bore the nymph in the room" Grier commented, glancing over at Rio and trying desperately not to stare. She had already glanced down as she was sitting and noticed his cock twitch in his jeans.

"It's nice to see you again, Grier. Have you had dinner yet?" she asked, her voice soft compared to those of the men. "We haven't, but we could go out, have some fun then come back here and get to know each other."

Grier visibly swallowed as Luke took a swig of his drink to hide his amusement. His cock was already twitching as he watched Rio seduce his associate, and he was ready to start now, food or no food.

"I haven't eaten yet, no. Is there someplace quiet we can go around here?"

"Mhm" she replied, a slight nod to her head. "There is a great little Italian bistro around the corner. Nice big booths. Dark. I think it is the perfect place to go for a bite to eat."

Luke, now standing, pulls Rio out of the couch as Grier stands. "Let me just grab my sandals and I am ready to go. Why don't you boys take care of the bottles?"

A moment later, she is ready to go and heads out the door with her lover and soon to be lover, a wry smile on her lips.

The walk is short but they take their time, languidly walking down the sidewalk, browsing in the stores' windows that are still open, and chatting. They find a booth in the back of the restaurant, big enough for six, but they slide around so Rio is in the center. They all order and she sits back, taking in the situation. Her hand is already on Luke, his smile letting her know that he is enjoying her cockplay.

Looking over at Grier, Luke comments, "She loves to play in public. Not enough to get in trouble, but enough to get me so fucking horny I could bend her over the table."

Grier squirms a bit in his seat, curious, but cautious. "Don't let me interrupt. Did you want some privacy or anything?"

"No. You'll get your turn in just a minute" she replies with a wink and a smile.

Relaxing into his seat, Grier watches as she kneads at Luke's cock through his pants, his head swelling against the fabric. His own cock is aching as she shifts in her place, leaning towards him and placing her hand over him. Biting his lip, he tries not to moan as she rubs his shaft, the fabric an exquisite barrier between her skin and his.

"Better be careful Rio or he will explode right here," Luke smiles as he picks up his beer. "His cock looks ready to burst through his jeans."

She leans in, licking at Grier's lips before whispering in his ear, "I can't wait to get home and suck that cock of yours." Smiling she sits back in her place as dinner arrives and they eat in silence, each knowing what happens for dessert.

"Grier, could you lock the door? We have a neighbor that drops in from time to time, like Kramer on Seinfeld. I would rather not be disturbed tonight."

"Sure. Yeah, that would be bad, eh?" Grier replied, walking over and setting the deadbolt.

Laughing, Rio returned to the living room, lighting candles as she went. She had already lit the ones in the bedroom, just in case that's where the party ended up. Setting the lighter in the kitchen, she walks over to Grier, now settled into one of the big chairs. Leaning down, she kisses him, softly at first. Stunned, he kisses back as she runs her hands down his chest and onto his lap. Need overtakes any shyness as he reaches up to fondle her breast under her shirt. To his amazement, she has already taken off her bra and her breast fits neatly into his large hand. Pinching her nipple, he pulls her down onto his lap, lifts her shirt and moans softly. Beautiful ivory skin peeks out, her rosy nipple a nub in his fingers as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, a soft bite followed by sucking.

"Looks like I missed the start of the party," Luke comments as he enters the room. Walking up behind Rio, he helps her off with her shirt, holding her breasts for Grier to enjoy.

"Ooooh," Rio sighs, her head tilting back to kiss Luke as Grier continues to worship her chest and stomach. "Let me up. I want to be naked. These clothes are too constricting."

Standing, she reaches for her pants, but the men are already working on them. Luke stands behind her nibbling her back as Grier slowly slides them down, a hand splayed across her belly, fingertips playing in her lower curls. "You two next."

Panting softly, she sits in Grier's chair as she watches them undress. Her hand plays in the curls that Grier abandoned, fingers darting into her wet pussy as two cocks come into view, hard and ready for her. She points at Luke and motions for him to go to the couch as she reaches out for Grier, his cock already wet from his lubrication. Slowly pulling him toward her, she leans forward, licking the tip of his cock cautiously, tasting him before smiling. Abandoning her pussy play, she slides his head past her lips, tongue wrapping around it, petting it. 

"Oh fuck that feels good", Grier sighs, his hands wrapping in her hair, pulling her ever slightly closer. His cock, now fully hard, is pulsing, his base aching for attention. "How much of me can she take, Luke?"

"I would have to say all of it", he replies, his hand sliding along his own cock without much purpose. "She has an amazing mouth."

"But I'm nearly eight and a half inches long!"

"She can do it. I'm telling you. She's amazing. Let her work at you for a bit."

Watching, Grier stands patiently as Rio slowly consumes him, inch after inch. Her mouth is always moving on him, sliding him out, then taking him deeper until she is nuzzling his base, his cock buried in her throat. Shaking her head against him, Luke recognizes her signal. "She's ready."

"Ready?"

"Mhm. You can fuck her mouth from tip to base if you like. She loves it if you pull her hair and fuck her."

"I don't kno---" He gasps as she grabs his ass, sliding him out then pulling him back in roughly, moaning as he hits deep. "Fuck!" he growls as he grabs her hair, driving his cock in her, his own moans overcoming hers. His pace, unrelenting as her lips slide along his shaft, crescendos before he pulls out completely. "I don't want to come yet. Not yet" he pants.

Pouting, Rio looks over to Luke, still slowly stroking his cock. "Would you like a turn?"

"Only if you get some too. Grier, would you like to suck on her pussy and she works my cock for a bit?"

"Absolutely!" he replies, laying on his back on the floor in front of Luke. "Hop on, Sexy."

Smiling, Rio straddles his head, lowering herself as he reaches up with his tongue, her ass supported in his hands. Sighing as his tongue makes contact, she leans forward, her own tongue reaching out to take Luke.

"That's it. You know what I want, Rio." He guides her down the length of his cock, not worried about her being able to handle it after Grier's. She easily takes it, her lips resting against his mass of curls, tongue caressing the underside. "Mmm...that's it. Take the whole thing."

She moans, her legs shaking as she lifts off Grier. She knows her release is moments away and wants to share it. Releasing Luke, he growls before seeing the look in her eyes. He knows it and pulls her up on his lap, his cock eager for her heat. She lowers down on him, her hands balancing on his shoulders. Grier watches from his kneeling position on the floor, cock in hand and his face damp with her sweet juice. She rocks, Luke's length spearing her as her wetness flows around him.

Luke reaches down and grabs her ass, spreading her cheeks for Grier. "Come on up, man. Slide on in before she comes."

"Are you sure?"

"Hell yeah. This is what she wants. Trust me."

Grier gets up and leans over the pair on the couch, his cockhead pushing against her ass, asking for admittance. She gasps and nods, pushing back against him as her little star stretches around him. Watching, his pole slides in, disappearing into her fantastic tightness, his own precum easing his way.

"Are you sure you can take me, Rio?"

"Fuck me, Grier. Pound my ass with that hard cock of yours!"

Growling low, he pushes the last of his shaft in her as Luke begins to move under her. Needing some leverage, he wraps his hand in her long blonde hair and pulls, her head arching back as Luke reaches up and bites at it. 

"You are right Luke. Reality is much better than fantasy with Rio."

"Mhm. I told you it would be. I knew she would love that cock you have."

"Is this what you wanted Rio? My hard dick buried in that ass of yours? You are so fucking tight and sweet."

Rio, caught up in the ecstasy of two cocks, begins to moan, riding both of them slowly. Luke knows the signs and tells the other man she is close to orgasming. Grier pulls out then slams back into her, his cock swelling as his release draws near too. 

"I can't hold back much longer, Luke. She's driving me crazy!"

"Don't worry...I will start coming when you do. She's on the edge." As if a signal, Rio begins to moan, bucking both men as her release takes over and her muscles contract around both cocks. 

"Oh fuck!" Grier screams as he lunges, burying his cock then stroking it inside Rio. "Fuck, I'm coming."

Luke follows suit, his own shaft swelling as Rio bears down on him, her release so violent she is crying as each man pulls and pounds, spewing deep within her. She rides out her orgasm as long as she can, squeezing and milking every drop from them. As she comes down, hot and sweaty in a tangle of bodies, she turns, still speared by cocks, and kisses Grier. His tongue still tastes like her and her body constricts at the eroticness of it. 

Turning back to Luke, she kisses him as well, all three collapsing on the couch.

"Damn. You guys are good! I never imagined it could be this good. When will you both be up for it again?"

Luke and Grier look at each other, then roll Rio to her back on the couch, one sucking on a breast, the other on her clit. Smiling, she says, "mmm...now is good..." 



Triangle



Many thanks to jellybelly2 for first editing and improving this story.

Immense gratitude to Alex R., who not only corrects errors but has the rare ability to spot superfluous verbosity and to prune, combine and condense dull passages until they shine. 

*

"I just got my check, Mel," said Angela. "That's $40,000 so far this year."

"Thanks for the call, Angela," said Mel. "Those are the first words you've said to me in two years. It's good to know you haven't changed."

"What do you think when you see that check come out of your bank account every month, Mel?" she said. "Do you think of me? Oh, and it's going up in a month with the cost-of-living adjustment. Does it bring back happy memories?"

"To be honest, Angela," he said, "it's an automatic payment, and Wendy does the household accounts. So I don't see it, and I don't care. I'm just glad I can help keep you off the street."

They laughed, because they both knew she didn't need the alimony, but she was like a wild woman through the divorce. Wendy thought he was stupid for giving in to Angela's outrageous claims rather than standing up to her in court. But Mel just wanted to put the whole thing behind him, no matter the cost.

"You must think of it sometimes," said Angela. "Anyway, the reason I called was to ask you this question: How would you like to stop paying my alimony?"

"What are you up to, Angela?" he said. "Have you become religious? Are you repenting your evil ways? I canbot believe you're sincerely offering to do that?"

"Don't get the wrong idea, Mel," she said. "I'm just asking the question. You know me. I'm not going to give you anything, but maybe I would sell it to you for the right price."

"What are you talking about?" asked Mel.

"Well, you know I hold a grudge for a long time Mel," she said. "When you betrayed me with my best friend, I wanted to hurt you so bad that you'd always remember what it cost you to humiliate me. I tried to do that with the divorce, but I now realize that taking your money didn't hurt you all that much. I wish you were a greedy miser, so it would eat you up - but unfortunately, you've never been obsessed with money."

"Thanks for the compliment," he said.

"It still bothers me that you never really paid for what you did to me," she said, " and you don't even think you did anything wrong. All I have is --."

"You never gave me the chance to tell you Angela," he interrupted. "Of course, I wasn't completely innocent in this whole thing. But you have to admit, our marriage was on the rocks. I stayed with you a long time through your mood swings, your belittling insults in front of our friends and your physical attacks on me. But after a while, you just wore me out.

"When Wendy and I realized we were in love, most of our conversations were about making sure we didn't hurt you. Despite her anger at what you did to me in the divorce, I think she still loves you more than me. She's an amazing woman."

Angela had listened to him quietly until he began talking about Wendy. Then he heard her gasping a couple of times, and she began screaming so loud that he had to take the phone away from his ear.

"Shut up! Shut up! I don't want to hear that crap," she yelled. "She stabbed me through the heart. But we're not talking about her, just you. She'll make out like a champ if you do this, because she'll get the benefit of all that money that you won't have to give me anymore."

Mel waited for her tirade to stop. "Please tell me what you're calling about," he finally said. "I'm enjoying this conversation as much as you are, but I have work to do."

He listened in astonishment as she explained.

"Not on your life," said Wendy when he told her later. "The alimony does bother me when I do the accounts, but I'd rather you pay it than get you involved with her crazy revenge schemes."

"I'm inclined to agree with you," he said, "but maybe I should let her have her little revenge and get it out of her system. Sure, her idea is bizarre, but she promised it would only be for an hour. And she said that she wouldn't maim me or break any bones. How bad could it be?"

"You have no idea Mel," said Wendy. "I haven't talked about Angela to you, but I get regular reports from mutual friends. Since the divorce, her obsession has been physical training. She's now like one of those women gladiators - well, maybe not that muscular, only because she still looks hot.

"But she's strong, and she's been doing all sorts of martial arts training, plus wrestling and boxing. She's gotten to where she can destroy women much bigger than she is."

"But I'm a big guy," said Mel, "and she's just an average-sized woman. I've got a much longer reach, so it won't be easy for her to get to me. I'm sure she'll get in some shots, but if that will get her off our backs, it might be worth a little pain. And what if this helped her move on and find someone else? You've told me that is what you want for her."

"Let me think about it," she said. "My gut tells me that I should put my foot down and not let it happen. But I really wish Angela could start healing. I doubt this is the way, but I'll think about it. Just don't pressure me, even if she starts calling you a lot. I'll tell you when I'm good and ready."

"OK," he said.

Angela never called him again, but he found out later that was because she and Wendy were burning up the phone lines. Three weeks later, Wendy explained.

"I didn't want to tell you anything because you are such a cream puff," she said. "This time I was the lawyer, and I think I got you a deal. For your hour, Angela is going to give up the alimony. And she's also going to return all the alimony you've paid up to now. She's going to give you half the value of the house, with a licensed appraiser selected by me determining what that is."

"Wow!" said Mel. "You're amazing."

"But this may still not happen," said Wendy, "because I've got some stuff here that looks like a deal-breakers. I made her give me a bunch of videos of her going against some opponents. She really fought me on that, and when you see the videos, you'll understand why.

"She wanted to give me some old stuff, but I told her everything had to be from the last couple of months, and I would be able to tell by how she looked on the video. I could see she was worried you'd back out once you saw the videos. We're going to watch them together now."

For a moment after the last video was over, both Wendy and Mel sat in stunned silence. Wendy was the one who spoke first.

"I was just thinking, this is nothing," she said. "She must have picked out the ones that were the least threatening. You can just imagine what's on the other ones.

"One of our mutual friends told me that Angela said to her that whenever she's in the ring, she imagines her opponent is you - and that motivates her to do those things that you saw. She is vicious and unrelenting."

"There's only one video with someone who's larger than her. I'm sure she kept back the others with much larger opponents, because some of my friends have seen them. They're all the same. Sometimes the larger person hurts her a little in the beginning, but it doesn't matter. She never stops attacking and punishing, and soon the big women are whimpering piles of pain like all the others.

"She told me that there would be no boxing gloves with you, and neither of you would be allowed to hit with your fists - but I don't think that will change much, because she can use everything else. If she can destroy those girls in a few minutes, imagine what she's going to do to you in an hour."

Mel finally spoke. "You're right, Wendy," he said. "Those videos are scary. Until I saw them, I was sort of neutral, but now I'm really frightened. I'll admit it that. I would like to bow out, but something is holding me back. I feel like I want to do this to prove how much I love you.

"When it's over, I know I'll have my stupid pride that I went through hell for the woman I love. Let me think about it a few days."

"You silly jerk," she said. "I know what that means. But you're not going to agree until I have a few more chats with Angela."

Three days later when he told her he decided to do it, she said, "Well, I've tried to protect you as much as I could. I negotiated with her some more, and she's agreed that your genitals are off limits. She's not allowed to touch them, but she said that if you even slightly touched her pussy, that would void her agreement. You need to be very careful, because I have a feeling she'll try to trick you into touching it."

"Don't worry," he said.

"Well, here's what we agreed on. No punching, no breaking bones, no dislocations or slamming heads. A couple of her opponents had concussions. No biting, nothing in the eyes or ears. No twisting fingers or toes. She wanted no touching of her breasts, but when I said if she wanted that, she couldn't touch your ass, she backed off. So you can pull or twist or hit her breasts as long as you don't bite. Watch your ass, though. I can tell that's where she's focused.

"I had to agree that you'd both be naked, and her friends would get to videotape the whole thing. She's allowed to have unlimited cameras and lighting. The only people there will be you, me, her and her three friends. The videos can only be watched by the people who are at the fight. If she shows them to anyone else, you can take her for a lot of money and property. All the papers will be signed before the fight, and you'll videotape your agreement that they will only go into effect once there is an hour of videotape of the two of you fighting. I will make copies of all the videos on my laptop before we leave. I think that's about it."

Mel was listening intently, but when Wendy finished, he didn't say anything. He sat staring into space. Wendy tried to catch his eye, but she couldn't. Finally, he got up and went to the living room and turned on the TV. He didn't say much to her that night or the next two days.

Wendy found out on a Monday a few weeks later that the fight was going to be that Saturday morning at Mel and Angela's old house.

"My friends told me she's been training hard for the fight," she told him, "but she wouldn't let them watch what she's been working on because she wants them to be surprised. Even though they're her friends and will be there taping, they all feel sorry for you and will probably be secretly rooting for you. They did find out that she's cleared everything out of the basement and laid down some heavy padding and a few chairs, plus lots of big lights. We're supposed to get there at 9 a.m. to sign papers, and the fight will begin around 11.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I haven't seen you do any preparation. Do you want to talk about strategy or anything?"

He felt her crying as she embraced him. "No, I think I've avoided thinking about the whole thing," he said. "It's so disgusting what she's doing, and I feel dirty already for going along with her. I really feel sorry for Angela more than anything. Her own friends aren't even on her side."

Saturday morning, the basement was like a hothouse with all the lights, and everyone there was soon sweating profusely. There was a steel tub full of ice and water bottles, and they were being emptied quickly.

At a table in a corner, there were three chairs. Angela, Wendy, and Mel sat down. Angela was soft spoken and all business as she went through each agreement line by line before they all signed it. By the time they made the video where each one affirmed that the agreements would become valid the minute the fight was over, nearly two hot, sweaty hours had passed.

When they stood up, all of them were gleaming. They looked at each other silently for a minute. Mel and Wendy saw that Angela now looked excited. They were ill at ease.

"Let's get ready to rumble," said Angela, leading the way to the center of the room. "You are the referee Wendy, and you'll sit right there at the edge of the mats. I trust you to be fair and enforce the rules we agreed to. Remember, if Mel so much as brushes his fingers between my legs in the front, I can do anything I want to his cock and balls. On the other hand, my ass is open territory -- and so is his.

"I've got lots of cameras on stands, and my friends are going to circle around us and film close-ups, but they are not allowed to interfere in any way -- no matter what happens. As soon as both of us have all of our clothes off and you ring the bell, you press this button Wendy, and the big digital clock on the wall starts counting down one hour. It will be easy for us to see how much time is left, but Wendy will also yell out the time left every five minutes. The clock will never stop, and neither will we -- unless there's blood or someone is completely unconscious. Punchy or nauseous doesn't count.

"Do you have any questions before we start, Mel?"

"No," he said quietly.

Angela's clothes were off in a flash, and she stood with her hands on her hips watching as Mel slowly took off his sweats. "You stand over there," she said, "and I'll stand facing you over here, and when the bell rings, we'll go at each other like wrestlers. Unless you want to start a different way."

"No, that's fine," he said softly. Her voice was high and shrill and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet. She's so excited, he thought, and she looks great. She's in better shape than when we got married.

"Are you both ready?" Wendy called out.

"Yes!" yelled Angela.

"Yes," mumbled Mel.

The bell rang, and before it stopped vibrating, Angela was flying at him. He put up his arms but not fast enough -- because she delivered a stinging slap to his face. Before he could grab her and push her away, she did the same to one of his buttocks.

Almost as fast as he pushed her back, she was on top of him again. All she did was slap him. Often she missed, but she connected enough that his face and his butt were soon bright red and he looked shaky.

"Come on," she screamed at him. "Fight back!"

But all he did was try to protect himself and push her away. That seemed to make her angrier, and now she was really slapping him hard. So hard that the noise of her flat hands hitting his red skin sounded like gunshots. He was grimacing from the pain and breathing hard.

"Fifty-five minutes," yelled Wendy. "What are you doing, Mel? Don't just stand there!"

Angela stopped attacking and stood and faced him. "Yes, you bastard," she said. "Listen to your wife! She wants you to defend yourself. I know what you're doing, but it won't work. You're trying to show that you're better than me. But I don't care. I'm still going to destroy you.

"Wendy, you come here and defend him. I won't touch you. You can do whatever you want to me to slow me down while I work on him. Maybe you can help him a little."

"No!"

It was the first thing Mel had said since the bell rang, and it was a loud yell that startled Angela and everyone else.

"No, Wendy, don't you dare get up," he said.

Wendy stayed in her chair, and after a moment, Angela walked over to one of her friends and stood in front of her camera and spoke directly to it. "Mel's trying to show that he would never hurt me," she said, "but he already hurt me more than I can ever hurt him. He took my best friend away from me and destroyed our marriage. He looks so innocent, but he is an evil bastard who deserves much more than what I'm going to do to him now."

She turned back to Mel and ran at him. He put his hands in front of him again, but she found her way around them and rained slaps on his face and his buttocks until she had no more strength. Before she stepped away he was staggering.

"Fifty minutes," yelled Wendy. "Please, Mel. I can't watch this."

"You haven't seen anything, Wendy," said Angela, who was trying to get her breath back from her exertions. "All right, Dee Dee, get the oil."

"What are you doing?" said Wendy. "This wasn't in the agreement. I'm going to stop this right now."

"No you're not," said Angela. "There's nothing in the agreement that says no oil. That's it, Dee Dee, just pour the entire bucket onto the mat. Sit down, Wendy." Wendy quietly went back to her seat and looked at the clock.

The oil soon covered the entire floor. Mel stood and stared at it until Angela yelled, "Get ready, Mel. You're going down." She began running at him, and then she slid down on the oil. When she got up she shook herself like a dog, sending drops of oil in every direction, and she laughed. Mel had moved carefully away from her across the room.

She walked toward him, and he tried to keep moving away from her. She was fast. When she got close, she launched herself into the air at him with hands flailing. She got a few hard slaps in, and the oil on her hands made them sound even louder. Mel tried to back away from the assault, but then he slipped and slammed onto the mat on his back. Angela moved so fast that her friends filming them had to jump out of the way and slid down themselves. Almost the second Mel hit the mat, she was flying through the air, and she landed hard right on his stomach.

"Whoosh!" was the first sound out of Mel since he had spoken. He didn't really say it though. All the air she forced out of him as she landed made the sound as it escaped his mouth. She didn't lie on top of him for more than a second, but got up then crouched down with her feet on either side of his stomach. Then, she jumped up as high as she could, lifting her feet into the air. She landed once more on Mel's belly.

She did this five times. By the time she stopped, everyone could tell Mel was helpless and only half-conscious. She sat on his stomach facing him and laughed. "How are you feeling now, Mel?" she said and then she began slapping him with all her might. Left hand, right hand -- she didn't until she couldn't raise her arms from exhaustion.

"Let's rest, Mel," she said between pants. "I think you're finished on this side, but you're not well done on the other side yet, and you haven't been stuffed." There were some gasps from her friends circling around them.

"I did a lot of preparation for this," she said to her friends. "Mel is going to be in pain for weeks - both inside and outside. Long enough that I hope he always remembers today. I've prepared him, too. He's clean as a whistle inside and so am I, and so are all of us. Did any of you notice how often everyone was going to the bathroom this morning before we started? That's not by accident. All the water we were drinking had enema stimulants in it. Everything inside us has been flushed down the toilet, so there won't be anything unpleasant in the video.

"Forty-five minutes," said Wendy. "Please don't do this, Angela. Aren't you satisfied yet?"

Angela didn't answer. Instead, she pushed and pulled at Mel's lifeless body until she had turned him over. She sat on his back now facing his legs and began flailing away with her hands on his butt cheeks. Again there were the loud gunshot sounds, and again she spanked him as hard as she could until her arms were tired.

As she caught her breath, she leaned down by Mel's face. "OK, Mel, now it's up to you. I can keep on destroying your butt with my hands, or you can roll back over on your back. If you do, I promise you the slapping and the spanking are over. You might even like this next part. Are you listening? If you can hear me, roll over, Rover, or else I'm going to have to start spanking again."

Mel slowly rolled onto his back and put his hands over his face. "That a boy," said Angela. "Since you obeyed me, I'm going to give you a big orgasm now. Your thing looks small and sad, but Angela knows how to rouse it, doesn't she?"

"You can't do that," yelled Wendy, "and it's 40 minutes, by the way."

"Oh yes I can," said Angela after she lifted her face and let him fall out of her mouth. "I promised I wouldn't hurt his cock or balls, but I didn't promise not to pleasure them. See how fast I got him hard? He likes this. Now I'm going to fondle him down here with my other hand while I'm pumping him. I was married to him long enough to know how to satisfy him. Look, how he's starting to thrust against my hand. Time to stop.




Triangle



"Have you tried this with him, Wendy? It's called frustration sex. You keep building him up with your hands, or your mouth, or anything you want to use, and when you feel he's about to come, you stop. He gets more and more worked up and needs to come so badly that he's almost screaming from frustration. You'll see. Then you make him come, and it's huge.

"Here we go for the third time, and he's already starting to go nuts. Can you hear his moans? I think I could do this long enough for him to beg, but one more time should be enough for today. OK, we're starting on number four, and we're going to build him up slowly. Look, he's totally exhausted and worn out and feeling tremendous pain from the bruising I gave him, but his body is lifting up to my pumping hand and moving with it.

"Now watch as I put a finger into his ass and feel around for the prostate. There, I think I found it. Now I'll pump hard and whee! There he goes! Did you see that thing spray like a power hose? Has he ever come that hard for you, Wendy? He's glad to humiliate himself like this for you. That's why he's doing this. He's such a noble bastard."

"Thirty minutes," yelled Wendy. She was sobbing hard and her voice sounded like she was being strangled. "You are a monster, Angela. I hate you."

"We're nearly finished, Wendy," said Angela. "He's drooping down now and just wants to rest. But look, he moved quickly just then. Do you think he noticed that I snuck a third finger into his ass? He didn't notice the second one going in while he was coming. Dee Dee, see that jar over there next to Wendy's chair? Bring it to me please.

"Don't worry, Wendy. This white stuff is really good lube, and I'm pushing a bunch of it into his nice clean ass because I don't want him to bleed.

"Now there's a lot of this inside him, and it's time for the fourth finger. Boy, that was a yell! You've found your voice again, Mel. I'm glad to hear you responding to me as I push my fingers in and out of you. Let's go a little faster. Wow! That was another big yell, and you're trying to move away from me." Mel rolled over and began crawling away from Angela.

"You're moving great, Mel," she shouted exultantly. "Finally some action. But somehow my fingers are following you, and they're still going in and out. I just tucked my thumb in behind my fingers, so I've got all five moving faster and you're starting to jerk.

"Yes, you know what happens next. Is that why you're shaking your ass from side to side to dislodge the fingers? It looks so funny, but you better crawl faster, because I'm starting to press harder. That's it - faster and faster, don't slow down. Do you feel the pressure?

"There, I guess you got tired and stopped for a second. That was a mistake. What would you call that sound you made? It was like a dying animal, but you aren't dead, Mel. You've just got my hand inside you all the way to the wrist. Get a good close-up girls, because in a few seconds I'm going to pull it out and then you'll see a big hole and then I'll push it right back in. I'm fisting you, Mel. Did you think about me doing that when you agreed to our fight today?

"You're saying so much, Mel, even though you aren't using words. Your face is telling me a story, and your voice is the soundtrack. How does it feel if I twist my hand around inside you like this? Would you give me back all my alimony if I stopped? What's that, Mel? I can't hear you."

"Please stop, Angela," he said between sobs. His voice was barely above a whisper. "You can have your alimony back. Please."

"How about increasing the alimony by 10 percent, Mel? If I didn't twist my hand like this - whoa, what a scream! If I didn't do that again, could I have more alimony and keep all the house money? What do you say, Mel?"

"Yes," he whispered.

"Yes what, Mel?" she said.

"Yes, the house is yours, and you can have more alimony. Please stop, Angela, please, please, please."

"No Mel, I signed the agreement, and I won't break it now even though you're begging me to."

Mel was still crying, and now he began whimpering. "Please stop, Angela," he said over and over. Gradually the whimper got louder and eventually he was screaming the words.

"I don't want you to scream like a sissy," said Angela. "I want you to beg like a little boy. I want you to call me 'Mommy.' Say it! Say it again! Again!"

As Mel spoke in a high voice, repeating "Please don't, Mommy," over and over, Angela turned her head and looked at the clock. "There's still 15 minutes, Wendy," she said. "You haven't been giving the time."

When Wendy didn't respond, Angela looked toward her chair and saw Wendy wasn't sitting in it. She had collapsed on the mat in a heap, and her face wasn't visible. Her body was shaking and a heart-rending sound of anguish was coming from inside the heap.

Angela's smile disappeared. "Wendy!" she yelled. There was no response from the wailing form on the mat.

"Wendy!" she yelled louder. Then at the top of her lungs, she yelled, "Wendy, if you want me to stop humiliating your husband, you better listen to me." As she said this, her voice suddenly changed. It was still loud, but it wasn't exultant anymore. It was breaking down - and her body began heaving. She began gasping and sobbing.

Wendy's head popped up. Her face looked a mess as she stared at Angela.

"Wendy, you need to come here right now," said Angela between her gasps and sobs. "I've got nearly 15 minutes left, and if you don't come here, I'm going to put my second hand into Mel." Mel screamed, and Angela's friends gasped.

"What do you want?" said Wendy through her sobs.

"I want you to come here right now," said Angela.

Wendy got up and walked over to where Angela and Mel were locked together on the mat.

"Now get down here with us," said Angela. She was shaking so much now that her words were barely intelligible.

"What do you want from me?" asked Wendy.

Angela's three friends were staring at the triangle of Angela, Mel, and Wendy in silent horror wondering what Angela was going to do now. Mel and Wendy were also silent, but Angela was getting louder and wilder. She was starting to cry. She tried to speak, but she couldn't.

Wendy looked up and saw the clock. "Just nine minutes, Mel," she said.

That seemed to snap Angela back to reality. She didn't stop sobbing, but she began speaking haltingly. "That's plenty of time to do more damage if you don't do what I say, Wendy," she said. "I want you to--" She stopped, and her sobbing grew louder and more uncontrollable.

"Yes, yes," said Wendy in an exasperated voice. "What do you want?"

"I (sob) want (sob) you (sob) to (sob) (sob) (sob) - I want you to forgive me!"

"What?" screamed Wendy. "You must be kidding. After what you did to my husband, what you're doing to him right now - I will never forgive you!"

"Wendy, I'm begging you," said Angela. "I'll beg you in a little girl voice if you want. And you can slap me and hurt me more than I hurt Mel. You can do that right now if you want, and my friends will film it for you. You can stick one of your beautiful hands in my ass and the other in my vagina and really hurt me. You can use a whip if you want.

"I don't care what you do to me, but you have to forgive me. I love you, Wendy, and I can't live if you don't forgive me. I'm sorry about Mel. I told myself it was about him, but when I saw you on the floor, I realized it was always about you. I can't lose you Wendy. You have to forgive me, or I'll do something horrible. Not to Mel. I'll do it to myself. Please forgive me, please, please."

Just tell her you forgive her, thought Mel. He wanted to say it, but he was too weak to speak. He could barely think.

Wendy looked at Angela. She started to sob again. "Angela, I hate you, but I love you too," she said. "I've never stopped loving you. Don't you know that? You are the second most important person in my life. I could never hurt you again, no matter what you say."

"Wendy, I love you, too," said Angela. "Please say you'll be my friend again. I'm so sorry I hurt Mel. I don't know why I did it, because I love you, and he's your husband. So I was hurting you. I will never hurt you again.

"Oh Angela, Mel and I made you so unhappy. I'm so sorry. We are going to find the right man for you, no matter how long it takes. We want you to be as happy as we are."

"Oh Wendy!"

"Oh Angela!"

Wendy was now hugging the naked, greasy Angela tight to her, and Angela had her free arm around Wendy's neck. They didn't move and didn't say anything, but they continued to sob in each other's arms.

"What did you say, Angela?" said Wendy. "Of course we're going to help you."

"I didn't say anything," said Angela.

"Oh no!" said Wendy. "It was Mel! We forgot about Mel. Mel! Mel! I'm so sorry!"

Mel summoned all his strength and gasped out, "Please stop being sorry and get that damned thing out of me!"

"Oh no," said Angela, "I was so carried away that I forgot all about you. Please try to relax and I'll pull out as carefully as I can. I'm making my hand as small as possible for you. Oh no! You're screaming again. I'll stop."

"Don't stop!" screamed Mel. "Keep pulling it out no matter what I do. But slowly."

"OK," said Angela. "I hope you believe that I don't really hate you, and I will never hurt you again. I will die to protect you if I have to because you belong to Wendy, and whatever is Wendy's is holy to me. Just a few more seconds. Try to relax your bowel muscles. I feel terrible."



Triangled Up in Blue



The following story concerns a love triangle between a mother, her son and her best friend. In the first chapter no actual incest occurs, only role play. All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. 

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When my mother's best friend Dottie and I first started taking care of each other's needs she would encourage me to find a steady girlfriend, somebody closer to my own age. "Bad enough I'm robbing the cradle," she'd say, "I'm not going to rob you of your youth." But when she visited the perfume counter at Macy's and discovered that Maria, the "nice girl" I'd taken out to lunch the previous weekend, had been a high school classmate of hers she sat me down in her living room and said, "We need to talk."

"I don't understand," she said. "What is it with you and old ladies?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Just find women your age sexier, I guess." 

I wasn't lying. There was something about a sixty year old woman all dolled up, hair dyed blonde and teased, dressed to the nines, paunchy belly and pale speckled cleavage that drove me wild. The fine lines around the corners of her mouth and eyes barely visible beneath the heavy makeup only intensified the effect. And a string of pearls made me want to kiss and nibble my way down her neck and bury my face in her crinkled bosom. 

I was twenty when Dottie and I got together. She was sixty-one and had known me for as long as we'd lived in the apartment complex which had been all of my life. We were lovers but had never been "in love". It was hot, clandestine sex, plain and simple. Dottie was plus size; round tummy, wide hips and breasts that seemed to spill out all over the place the moment she unhooked her harness-like bra. She wore her platinum hair short but had the pixie shaped face to pull off a hairstyle that made many plus size women look masculine. 

It started one evening when I returned home from class. Dottie was visiting my mother. There was an empty wine bottle on the coffee table and both of them seemed a bit tipsy. I sat next to Dottie on the couch and she began to flirt, one arm around my shoulder and touching my chest with her free hand as she commented on how big I'd gotten. I shivered and my nipples stiffened like a girl's, an embarrassing peculiarity that happened whenever I got aroused. Dottie didn't seem to mind, though. She fondled them through my t-shirt as she commented on how I was blushing. I decided to call her bluff and flirted back, leaning up against her and resting my head in the area between her shoulder and breasts. I closed my eyes and let Dottie play with my hair. I breathed in her scent., an intoxicating combination of cigarettes, wine and perfume. 

The whole episode would have gone no farther than a cuddle on the sofa had my mother not decided to bring the dirty plates and empty glasses into the kitchen. While the water ran I raised my head, brushed Dottie's hair from her eyes, traced a line with my fingertips from her cheek to the fleshy part of her neck and pulled her close. Dottie's mouth opened slightly and our lips met. We kissed slowly at first, sampling each other as if nibbling on an appetizer. Then she pushed herself against me. Our tongues swirled and danced as my free hand began to roam around her waist and thighs. The kiss ended abruptly when the water from the kitchen sink stopped and my mother returned to the living room.

"I've got to get home," Dottie said to my mother. "You don't mind if I borrow this strapping young man for a few minutes. I don't like walking across the courtyard by myself at night." 

"Go right ahead," my mother said. "And you ought to have him take a look at that garbage disposal you said was jammed. It might take a week before the maintenance guy gets around to it."

For the next five years I'd tell my mother I was out with friends on the evenings spent holed up in Dottie's apartment. I don't know if she suspected or not. As long as we were careful there was little chance she would catch us together. Mother rarely left the apartment. She was agoraphobic and extremely sensitive about her size. In her younger days she had been a voluptuous beauty. Her dark eyes and curly black locks that seemed to cascade past her shoulders brought to mind the sort of actresses who are cast as shy but beautiful peasant girls. A local department store hired her to model plus size clothing for newspaper ads while she was still in high school. But she never lost the baby weight after I was born. Her appetite and inactivity caused her to pack on the pounds. My father left home when I was a baby. I never saw him again. Dottie helped out with the shopping and anything else that required driving. The three of us -- two chubby matrons and a growing boy -- took care of each other. It was a complicated situation. I don't know what might have happened if Dottie hadn't stepped in and taken care of me when she did. I would have been terribly conflicted if I had to choose between getting married and taking care of Mother. She might have been left all alone.

The situation couldn't go on indefinitely. Dottie retired from the phone company and bought a condo in Florida. She dropped the bomb one evening while we were watching tv in the bedroom after making love.

"We both knew this day would come," Dottie said as she grabbed her cigarette pack and lighter from the nightstand. "And don't act all lovesick on me now. This was never on those kind of terms. For either of us."

I propped some pillows on the headboard and took a Salem from her cigarette pack.

"I know," I said as I lit the cigarette. "I just never planned for it, that's all. How am I going to find another fox as sexy as you are?"

Dottie reached underneath the bedclothes and rubbed my thigh.

"You're sweet, David. But let's be real. I'm a sixty-six year old grandma and you are a twenty-five year old man. In the prime of your life. You'll have no problem finding someone, especially if you start dating women your own age. All I want is to retire and spend my last years near my grandkids."

"You deserve that," I said. "But how many women are going to want to be with someone in my situation?"

Dottie blew a stream of smoke across the bed.

"You never know," She said. "You are good looking, successful and a certifiable stud in bed thanks to me."

"Taking care of a mother who never leaves the apartment."

Dottie put her arm around my waist, brushed my cheek with her fingertips and stared into my eyes. 

"You've taken good care of your Mom," she said. "Maybe it's time you let her take care of you."

"Huh?" I said, tilting my head, not quite getting the gist of what Dottie was saying. 

"I mean, let her take care of you the way I take care of you."

Stunned, I stared at Dottie for a few moments.

"Jesus, Dottie, that's crazy!"

"Is it? I mean, for all practical purposes -- save one -- she is your significant other. You'll never leave her. Hell, you won't date a woman if there is slightest chance of you falling in love."

"That's because I'm with you, Dottie. You're my girlfriend."

Dottie stabbed out her cigarette.

"Come on, David. Not only am I old enough to be your mother, she and I look enough alike that most people think we're sisters. If I was fifteen years younger and sixty pounds heavier she and I could be twins."

"Are you accusing me of wanting to fuck my own..."

"I am not accusing you of anything. You and I have been able to meet each other's needs without taking over each other's lives. But in five weeks I'm moving to Florida. And Alice? Short of a plumber coming into the apartment and the two of them falling madly in love there is no chance of her meeting anybody. You are all she has. She adores you."

"But that's incest!" I protested. 

"The oldest taboo on the planet," Dottie said, caressing my thighs with her fingertips. "Keeps the species from becoming inbred and weak. But aside from the possibility of pregnancy, the only real argument against a grown man sleeping with his mother is that he will never start a family of his own. Hate to say it, David, you are already in that place. You've been the man in her life since you were born." 

I exhaled a stream of smoke, shook my head and told Dottie I'd never thought of my mother in a sexual way. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Mom and I would snuggle underneath a blanket whenever we'd watch a movie. The pillowy softness of her bosom against my cheek and my hand across her belly would cause me to tent my pajama bottoms. Then there were the times I lingered outside her bedroom when the door was partially open, watching mother as she slipped into her terrycloth housecoat. Her thighs were thick, the soft flesh pale white and dimpled like curdled milk. The way her belly hung below the band of her panties reminded me of a fertility goddess from some South Pacific tribe. Despite her girth every part of my mother's body was in proportion. She was pear shaped with breasts large enough not to be obscured by her tummy and her hips. Her thighs and ass were enough to suggest an hourglass despite weighing over three hundred pounds. But with Dottie just across the courtyard there was never any reason to lock my bedroom door and stroke myself as I imagined doing the sacred dance with my own mother. 

I snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray as Dottie cupped my balls and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my stiff cock.

"Looks like all this talk about sleeping with Mommy has gotten you aroused," she said. "Could it be that Mr. "Never Thought About My Mother That Way" is warming up to the idea?"

"That's a possibility," I said. "But Mom? I doubt she ever thinks about sex."

Dottie began to laugh.

"Little boys and their mommies," she said, shaking her head. "Your mother and I are best friends. We talk. Believe me, Alice is as horny as any of us, especially since her hysterectomy."

"For real?"

"Oh yeah," Dottie said. "Look in her nightstand sometime. You'll find a few toys, some disinfectant and a tube of K.Y. I should know. I'm the one she sends to Spencer's with a shopping list."

I felt my face go flush.

"No way," I said. 

"Yes. While the two of us are screwing our brains out your mother is underneath the covers imagining all kinds of things as the rabbit buzzes his way in and out of the bunny hole."

My pulse quickened at the thought of my own mother lying on her back, her hips squirming as she brings the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy. I wondered if she caressed her pendulous breasts with her other hand, pinching and tweaking her nipples until they were as hard and thick as a baby's pacifier. I imagined myself at her side, suckling her breasts as she brought herself to orgasm. Dottie began to stroke my shaft.

"Mother plays with her toys but what she really wants is her boy, now all grown up, kissing her all over. Mommy wants you to suck her boobies."

Dottie sat up and opened the transparent black bed coat. Her breasts hung almost to her belly button, the nipples pointing towards her lap. She cupped and lifted them as though her hands were a push up bra. The skin between her breasts was wrinkled, the breasts themselves soft and pliant, like a pair of helium balloons drifting slowly towards the floor on the morning after a birthday party. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling me towards her plump globes. My tongued circled the pinkish brown areoles before I placed my mouth over her nipple and began to nurse.

A strange calm came over me as Dottie covered me with the blanket and kissed my brow. My cock poked at her mound but I did not want to break the spell. I was a child, safely in the warmth of his mother's arms. She began to run her fingernails up and down my back.

"Mother's baby boy has gotten so big," she said. "He's a young man, big enough to take care of her. She has needs too, you know."

"Like what?" I asked, lifting my head from her breast.

"Well, baby, you know how sometimes you have naughty thoughts and go into your room and touch yourself? Well, Mother has them too. And sometimes she has to touch herself down there. But for a woman touching herself isn't enough. She needs more."

"More?" I asked. 

"When Mother has naughty thoughts she needs a man to love on her. To touch and kiss the special places on her body. When Mother has naughty thoughts it is like an itch that only a man can scratch. But it can't be just any man. It has to be somebody special."

The role play cast a spell over the bedroom that I found irresistible. I was now an eighteen year old virgin who had wandered into his mother's boudoir in the midst of a private moment and was powerless to leave. She'd introduced him to her body and confessed her needs. Now they were caught up in current that would subside only after the young man's deflowering in his mother's bed. I looked into Dottie's eyes and at that moment desired nothing more than to be her son.

"Am I special?" I asked. I felt a yearning along with an underlying vulnerability should she say I was anything less than special.

"Oh yes, baby," Dottie said, reassuring me as she caressed my cheek. "You are my special man. You are so good to me. And only nice young men who grow up and make their mothers proud get to touch their special places. But you can't tell anyone. It has to be our secret."

"Why is that?" 

"Because other people won't understand how good sons who love their mother can turn something naughty into something very special. We could get in trouble."

"I won't tell anyone."

"Do you promise?"

"Yes, Mother. I know how to keep a secret."

"I knew you'd understand," Dottie said. "You are so mature for a young man. Have you ever kissed a woman before?"

"In high school I played spin the bottle a few times at parties," I said. "And Susie and I kissed after the prom." 

She ran her hand through my hair and stroked my cheek.

"Those were girls, not women," Dottie said. "Now that you are grown up you need a real woman to appreciate you. Someone who loves you and appreciates your maturity. And kissing a woman is different than kissing a girl."

"How so?" I asked.

"There is a special way Mother likes to be kissed when she is having her naughty thoughts. You put your arm around her like you are giving her a hug. Then you kiss her on the mouth. Gentle and slow. After a few kisses you open your mouth, stick out your tongue a little bit, just enough to get inside Mother's mouth, and touch her tongue. Would you like to try a special kiss?"

I nodded then wrapped my arms around Dottie's upper back and head. I moved my head slowly, like a teenager about to have his first kiss. Dottie kept her eyes open and smiled approvingly as I moved towards her. Our lips met. After a few leisurely kisses I opened my mouth and touched her tongue tentatively, as if tasting a strange food for the first time. Dottie moaned softly as if exhaling after holding her breath. Our lips parted and she rested her forehead against mine.

"That's a special kiss," Dottie said, "the way you kiss somebody special when you are having naughty thoughts."

Dottie looked down at my erect penis. I feigned embarrassment and covered it with the comforter. Dottie patted my head.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of," Dottie said. "If that happens when you are giving Mother a special kiss it means that you think the kiss is special too."

"It isn't naughty?"

"Well, maybe a little," Dottie said. "But as long as Mother is also having naughty thoughts it is okay. Remember what I said about turning something naughty into something special? The special kiss is one of the ways you do that."

"Are there other ways to turn something naughty into something special?" I asked.

"Actually, what you do is add other things to the special kiss," Dottie said. 

"Like what?"

"Using your hands," Dottie said. "When you give Mother a special kiss your left hand is your kissing hand. You use it to cradle her gently so she feels safe. Then, with your right hand, you explore Mother's body like this."

Dottie took my hand in hers and led me on a tour of her upper body. We started just beside her breast and moved towards her waist. She spread my fingers as I traced a path across her lap, my pinky and ring finger touching her silky smooth black panties. She had me linger at her belly a bit before bringing my hands to the bottom of her breast. I did the circuit a second time on my own. Then Dottie moved her face towards mine and the two of us shared one special kiss after another as my hands explored her belly, bosom and the sweaty area with the tufts of hair between her thighs. It was a body I'd touched hundreds of times during the years we'd been lovers but in the midst of the role play the familiar places took on new meaning. The stretch marks were no longer evidence of our age gap but physical testimony to the nine months she'd carried me before giving birth. Her sagging of her breasts were now the result of years of daily suckling. Mother loved me and her body showed it. 

I stopped running the circuit and rested my hand at the bottom of her left breast. I pushed lightly with my fingertips as if I was a piano player attempting to play a melody while the rest of the house was sleeping. 

"I think you like touching your mother's titties," Dottie said.

"I do. You have pretty titties."

"You're so sweet," Dottie said. "But Mother's titties are soft and floppy, not like a young lady's. Most men don't want a woman whose titties have been stretched out by the suckling of little boys."

"But I think they are beautiful," I protested.

Dottie held a breast in each hand and examined them as if she was considering what I'd said.

"Do you know why you think Mother has pretty titties?" she asked. "It is because you did this to them back when you were a baby. Only a boy who stretched them out with his own sucking would ever think they were pretty. Daddy didn't. He stopped thinking they were pretty."

"It was hurtful what Daddy did to us."

"Yes it was, sweetheart. And now no other man would ever think they are pretty enough to kiss." She made a sad face that slowly brightened as she looked into my eyes and stroked my brow. "But you like them. I can tell they make you feel naughty."

Dottie squeezed my erect member.

"Mother can always tell when her boy is thinking naughty thoughts," Dottie said, massaging the head of my penis with her fingertips. "But that is okay because you can tell when I'm thinking naughty thoughts."

"How's that?" I asked.

Dottie lifted a breast with her left and fingered her stiff nipple.

"When Mother starts thinking naughty thoughts her nipples get stiff like when it is cold. So, when you see that Mother's nipples are stiff like this through her nightie you know she's thinking about being naughty. She wants somebody to do special things to her titties."

"I'm special," I said.

"Yes you are, David," Dottie kissed me on the forehead. "You are the only person who feels naughty when he looks at his mother's titties. That makes you very special."

I asked if there was a special way to touch her breasts. 

"Yes there is," Dottie said. "When you were little you sucked at my breasts to drink my milk. That is special but you should save that for the very end, after you do everything I tell you to do and I start screaming, 'Oh my god!' But first you touch and kiss Mother's boobies in a special way."

Dottie instructed me in the finer ways of sucking, fondling and caressing her pendulant breasts. I went to work, licking at her areoles and nipples as though they were an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, occasionally pretending that melting soft serve was running down her globes and I had to lick up every drop. With my free hand I pinched at her other nipple and squeezed. Dottie was one of those women who could reach orgasm when somebody played with her breasts the way she liked it. I could tell she was getting close when she started breathing heavy.




Triangled Up in Blue Ch. 02



The following story concerns a love triangle between a mother, her son and his mother's best friend. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is the second chapter. 




In the final five weeks before she moved to Florida Dottie and I made love with an urgency and frequency that exceeded even our earliest days together. When we weren't making love Dottie kept bringing up Mother. She was determined to do her part in making us a couple and promised to put the thought of sharing a marriage bed with me into her head. I was skeptical that Dottie would ever be able to broach the subject. 

For my own part, I began to see my mother differently. I had always been protective towards her but ever since Dottie told me about the shopping lists of vibrators and sex toys I saw her as someone with desires. Here was a fifty year old woman who had spent the past twenty years -- the prime of her womanhood -- in a near cloistered state. She must be starving for a man just to hold her, stroke her hair, I thought. I'd always been an affectionate son but not in the ways she truly needed. I also began to look at her eating binges differently; that she was a sensuous woman whose seemingly insatiable appetite for sweets was an attempt to satisfy her sexual urges. The way she ravaged a large bowl of Chunky Monkey ice cream with whipped cream and chocolate sauce only suggested what she might do if she ever again had a man in her bed. 

One night I watched from the hallway as Mother sat in front of the television and went to work on a large tub of chocolate pudding. Absently, she scooped spoonfuls of pudding into her mouth as she read the latest issue of Redbook. Only I knew it wasn't Redbook that had her undivided attention. Earlier that night while she was taking a shower I opened the drawer to her nightstand. Alongside the various vibrators and sex toys was the copy of Redbook. Strange place to keep the magazine, I thought. I picked it up and found another hidden inside, a thin glossy called Twinks. I flipped through the pages. It was gay porn, the type marketed to those attracted to thin young men with soft, almost feminine features. It was softcore; pictures of shirtless twinks in tiny nylon gym shorts ogling each other with the occasional shot of two boyish males stealing a kiss behind a cabana as their tiny penises poked against their Speedos. The final third of the publication was devoted to pictures of bare-chested twinks advertising phone sex. I felt the blood rush to my head as my cock stiffened against my jeans and my embarrassingly girlish nipples poked against my white t-shirt. I was aroused not by the pictures but the realization that the models in the magazines all bore a physical resemblance to me. At twenty-five my frame was still whip thin and my features had not yet hardened. Bartenders asked for my id whenever I ordered drinks. The magazine began to shake in my hands as I thought about my mother masturbating to models in one of the few porn niches I'd ever stand a chance of breaking into. Could it be that I was my mother's type?

Unaware that I was standing in the darkened hallway, Mother set the open magazine on the coffee table and went to work on the pudding. Every so often, after a particularly large spoonful, she would lean her head back and close her eyes. Her face was flush, the expression almost ecstatic. She started shoveling one spoonful after another into her mouth as fast as she could swallow, the chocolate running down the sides of her mouth. It felt strangely erotic lurking in the dark as I watched my mother devour a tub of chocolate pudding, like I'd stumbled onto a private moment. Her binges were always something she tried to keep secret and I was overcome with this strange desire to be the only one in the whole world she trusted enough to indulge herself in front of. I wanted to be the one who fed her, the one who brought home the forbidden treats that gave her so much pleasure. I wanted to put spoonfuls of chocolate into her mouth as I rubbed her belly and thighs, their ever-expanding mass a testimony of our pleasure and devotion. 

Mother finished off the tub of pudding, wiping her brow and the sides of her cheeks as she examined the tub for anything she might have missed. She leaned backwards, slipped one hand underneath her robe and went to work on the area between her legs. With her other hand she rubbed her belly absently before tweaking her nipples. 

I reached underneath my pajama bottoms and stroked my erect member as I watched my Mother pleasure herself. Her rhythm was languid, more like she was trying to maintain an aroused state instead of bringing herself to climax. After a few minutes her hands stopped moving and she seemed to be drifting off to sleep. 

I lingered there for a few minutes watching Mother as she lay there with her eyes closed. She looked beautiful, her full lips glossy in the soft light. Despite never leaving the apartment, Mother took care of her appearance. She applied makeup each morning and a hairdresser visited the apartment every two weeks. The way her long, dark tresses cascaded past her shoulders as she reclined on the sofa reminded me of a Baroque portrait of some Italian or Spanish noble woman in a state of repose. 

Ignoring an erection that threatened to poke a hole in my pajama bottoms I went into the living room and sat beside my mother on the couch. Her eyes opened.

"Hey, David. Trouble sleeping?"

"Little bit," I said.

I leaned up against Mother, resting my head on her shoulder as I feigned sleepiness. She eyed my erection for a moment then turned her head away as if she hadn't seen it. Likewise, I made no indication that I'd noticed the magazine on the coffee table was open to a picture of some bare-chested twink, though I chided myself for not having the foresight to remove my t-shirt. 

There was a big dab of chocolate pudding on the front of her robe just over her left breast. I reached towards the pudding. Mother jolted when I made contact with her pliant boob and began scooping the chocolate pudding with my fingers.

"Missed a bite," I said, holding my chocolate covered fingers in front of her mouth. 

Mother hesitated for a moment then sucked the pudding from my fingertips. She snuck a furtive glance at my hard on. I reached across her generous belly and rested my head just above her bosom. While Dottie's flesh had some substance to it my mother's body was almost feathery in comparison. The layer of padding that insulated her every curve seemed to envelop my hand as I embraced the area where her belly overlapped her waist. The softness was inviting. I snuggled up, my erect member pressing against her spongy thighs. I was tempted to reach inside of her robe and caress her bare flesh but that seemed too bold a move. Instead, I closed my eyes as my mother reached across my back and pulled me close. Her embrace tightened and she turned towards me, my hard on resting upon her lap as it poked against her tummy. I figured mother was drifting off to sleep and was unaware of my state of arousal. But when I opened my eyes she was staring directly at my dick, her mouth open and the tip of her tongue touching her moistened lips.

Our eyes met. For a brief moment it felt like Mother was going to kiss me. Then, in an instant, she caught hold of herself, patted me on the shoulder and released me from her grasp. 

"It's time to get to bed," she said as she stood up.

The following evening I told Dottie about the entire episode. When I mentioned the twink porn she laughed.

"Alice and her twinks," she said. "A couple years back one of the linemen at the phone company got caught with a stash of gay porn. I grabbed some of the magazines and gave them to her. She took a liking to the smooth young boys in Speedos and wrestling gear." 

"Those the type of guys that turn her on?"

"It isn't just the twinks but the whole frottage thing."

"Frottage?" I asked. The word sounded like some kind of French entrée.

"Frottage is a type of gay sex that doesn't involve penetration. Two guys massage and caress each other with their penises until they cum all over themselves."

"Never heard of it before," I said.

"I didn't either until your mother started with her gay porn," Dottie said. "The thought of some twink exploring her ass, thighs and tummy with his magic wand is what gets her wet down there. You must have really gotten her worked up last night. This morning she asked if I could find her some videos. I told her to ask you."

"Really? What did she say?"

"At first she told me there was no way she could ever ask you to do something like that," Dottie said. "I told her to stop being silly, that there was no reason she couldn't be open about those sort of things with you. After a while she agreed that you were grown up enough to handle a little girl talk from your mom."

In the weeks leading up to Dottie's move Mother didn't send me on any sex toy or porn runs. She was, however, a little less secretive about her reading habits, forgoing the Redbook as she perused her porn magazines. Dottie suggested I start leaving little treats for mother to find in her bedstand drawer when she was retrieving her vibrator and gay porn; bags of Lindor white chocolate truffles or small boxes of Godiva chocolates. Mother never said anything about it but she no longer made any attempt to hide the fact that she was reading porn in the living room. 

One night I stood next to the sofa and looked over Mother's shoulder. She was staring at a picture of two bare-chested twinks frolicking on a picnic blanket underneath a shade tree.

"What do you think they've got in that picnic basket? A cucumber perhaps?" I asked. Mother giggled.

"I think these guys are cuter than the models in Playgirl," she said. "Much more innocent looking."

I shrugged my shoulders then asked where she got the magazines.

"Dottie gets them for me."

"Guess you're going to have to go to the magazine stand yourself after she moves," I said.

"Either that or send you."

I took the magazine from her hands and flipped through the pages.

"You won't have to send me," I said. "These models look enough like me that I could give you a live show right here in the living room."

"I might take you up on it," Mother said. "What are we going to do when Dottie's gone?"

The question lingered as I sat on the couch, snuggled up against my mother and handed over the magazine. She flipped through the pages, pausing at a shot of two twinks sitting across from each other on a bed. Each was wearing a silky woman's robe and matching panties. Their boners strained against the lacy nylon briefs as they kissed. My own cock, concealed by a robe, stiffened against my pajama bottoms. I shifted a bit, allowing it to press against my mother's waist. My stomach tingled as I felt her panties through the pale blue cotton gown. But what really gave away my state of arousal was my bare chest that was visible beneath the loosely tied robe. My titties had hardened to the point where they looked like the tiny breasts of a flat chested woman about to nurse a newborn.  

"So the gay boys turn you on too?" Mother asked. 

My face went flush. I stammered a bit and denied it. Mother met my gaze for a moment, then turned the page of the magazine. The next series of photos featured the same two models exploring their slender torsos, first with their hands then with their tongues. The far page had an overhead shot of the panty clad twinks laying side by side entwined in each other's legs, the more girlish of the two licking his boyfriend's nipples. As I leaned over to get a better look my cock slid across Mother's abdomen, resting in the crease produced by the layer of soft flesh that spilled over the band of her panties. 

"Well, I doubt your fat old mom's what got you all worked up," she said. She placed her hand inside my robe and tweaked my nipple playfully. It sent a quiver that started in my chest and traveled throughout my loins. "It's okay if you want to look at sissy porn with me. You're twenty-five years old. The state can't take you away." 

She flipped the page once again, this time to a full page spread. I stared at the photo of the sissies making love, their expression a combination of adoration and ecstasy.  One was lying on his back as his boyfriend straddled him. The bottom boy held both of their thin penises in his hand. The photo captured two parallel streams of cum floating through the air. From the corner of my eye I saw mother's thick nipples poking against her gown like a couple of pegs. I gasped. Mother looked down at her own bosom.

"It looks like we get worked up over the same things in the same way," she said.

Mother set the magazine face down on the coffee table, then turned towards me. She brushed the hair away from my eyes then traced a path from my cheek down to the soft flesh underneath my chin. 

"It's been a long time since I've touched a boy," she said. "Not since your father. He was pretty like you."

I jerked my head at the mention of my father.

"Pretty?" 

"Yes, your father was beautiful," she said. "As soft and smooth as a woman. Guess I've always fallen for the 'girly men' as Arnold Schwarzenegger says." 

It was the first time we'd spoken of my father since I was in high school. 

"Why did he leave?" I asked

"Much rather be with the boys," Mother said. "Last I heard he was living as a woman out in California."

"He had a sex change?"

"I have no idea," Mother said.

I sat in silence, letting what I'd just learned about my father sink in. I had no memories of the man and always suspected that Mother knew very little about his background.

"How did you meet?" I asked.

"We met in the laundry room down in the basement. He'd come in off the street to get warm. He was squatting in one of the abandoned buildings with a bunch of trannies and hustlers."

"And you took him in?"

"Yes. He was irresistible with those shaved eyebrows and mascara. Not quite female but not male either. More like a little sissy playing with his mother's make up. God, I adored him." 

"Did he love you?"

"Like a sister," she said. There was a tinge of wearied sadness in her voice. She removed her hands from my body and folded them in her lap. She peered off in the direction of the far wall. 

"Being a fag hag is a sad and lonely life," she said. "You cherish whatever love they can give you and try not to think about the inevitable. When he left I promised myself I would never share a man like that again." She looked directly in my eyes. "And I mean that."  

I wondered if this was some sort of veiled reference to Dottie and me. Or maybe my reaction to the twink porn had convinced my mother that I was gay. I had no idea what she suspected. 

Mother gazed at the erection tenting my pajama bottoms.

"I think you need to go to your room and take care of that," she said. She grabbed the magazine from the coffee table and handed it to me.

I looked into Mother's eyes. Talking about my father had changed the mood. What seemed inevitable just a few minutes ago now seemed impossible. The opportunity had passed. I had to say something to bring things back on track. 

"There's no reason why I can't take care of it out here. You seem to like that."

"I do," she said. "But I meant what I said about never sharing a man like that again." 

Mother stood up from the couch and headed towards her bedroom. I sat there with the magazine in my hand wondering whether I should get dressed and head over to Dottie's or go into my room and wank. I now realized that keeping my relationship with Dottie a secret had allowed Mother to imagine all sorts of things about my sex life. She never once asked where I was going or who I was with on the nights I went out after dinner. I'd always assumed she believed I had a girlfriend. But now I realized the reason she never asked about my personal life was because she suspected sexual preferences I was afraid of divulging. 

The next night Dottie I caught a movie. On the way back to her place I told her I was considering telling Mother about the two of us. Dottie asked why in the world I would ever do that.

"Because Mother is convinced I'm gay!"

Dottie slapped the dashboard and laughed.

"David, if I didn't have firsthand experience to the contrary I'd think that too."

"Really?"

"Hate to be the one to break it to you but that's the way you come across. You had no father figure growing up so it really isn't your fault. You were raised by two single women and never showed much interest in sports or scouts, two activities that would have at least provided some male role models."

"So how am I supposed to get Mother to think I'm straight?

"Are you kidding? If she stops thinking you are gay she isn't going to look at gay porn with you. Right now she thinks it is something the two of you can share. A perfect position to be in."

"But if she thinks the porn is what is turning me on the only thing she'll ever do is send me into my room with a magazine. She told me she is never going to share a man the way she did with my father."

"So you don't let her think she has to share you," Dottie said. "Once I move you won't be coming here anymore. If you start staying home every night she will think you broke up with a boyfriend and now she can have you all to herself." 

"But we're never going to have sex if she thinks I'm gay. It's going to be looking at naked gay boys together before she sends me to my room to jerk off by myself.

"Geez, David, do I have to spell it out for you? Your mother is only attracted to gay and effeminate men. The only chance you have with her is to be exactly what she wants. She and your father made you and he was just about the gayest man I ever met." 

"Did you know him?"

"Not that well," Dottie said. "When she started letting him stay with her I didn't approve and kept my distance. He was a prostitute and I figured it was only a matter of time before he stole everything he could from her. That never happened and, to his credit, he always treated your mother well. He was the love of her life. But after you were born he turned into a real coward. I'll never forgive him for running off like that. I don't care if you are wearing boxers or panties. If you are man enough to make a baby you ought to be man enough to take care of it. I'm sorry, in my book being gay is not a free pass to walk out on a woman and a baby."

We drove the rest of the way in silence as I thought about my upbringing. My earliest memories were of Mother, Dottie and myself, an unconventional family if there ever was one. It wasn't until I was old enough to go to school that I learned that I even had a father. Still, I never felt out of place. In the neighborhood where we lived Mother and I were hardly the only ones without a man in the house. The notion that my father had done something cowardly by leaving was something I hadn't considered. The other kids in the neighborhood at least knew who their father was even if child support and visits were irregular. My father was a mystery to me. But the only sort of deprivation I ever felt was when it came to my identity. As I grew older his absence underscored how little I knew about myself and who I came from. 

Dottie must have sensed my discomfort with the conversation we had. When we parked behind the building she reached for my arm before I could open up the door.

"David, you've grown up to be a wonderful man," Dottie said. "Never think for a moment that just because you don't play sports or push others around that you are not a man. You are masculine in the ways that count. You know how to make a woman feel cherished and safe. You live up to your responsibilities. Once your mother makes you her partner she is going to realize just how blessed she is to have a son like you." 




Triangled Up in Blue Ch. 02



***********

The night before Dottie moved away my mother cooked a special dinner. Dottie and I sat arm in arm on the couch, acting very much like one would expect two lovers to carry on during their final night together. After dessert Dottie and my mother broke down, Dottie saying she was going to miss us terribly and promising to visit. Then, after exchanging hugs with my mother, Dottie grabbed me by the hand and said, "Are you ready, baby?" I nodded. Earlier I'd told my mother I would be sleeping at Dottie's so I would be there when the movers arrived first thing in the morning. 

While I expected a night of wild sex Dottie and I did little more than hold each other and reminisce about our years together. She'd taught me everything I knew about how to be with a woman. At the same time I made her feel sexy and vibrant. If she'd asked me at that moment to go with her to Florida I probably would have.

Then it ended. Without Dottie on the other side of the courtyard I had nothing to do in the evenings. It had been years since I'd gone out with friends to a ballgame or bar. I also underestimated how much I'd miss Dottie. As much as I tried to deny it to myself, I felt sad and empty. Mother was feeling it too. Dottie had been her best friend and confident, along with me her main contact with the world outside our apartment. For the first month the atmosphere in our home was not unlike a family who had lost a loved one. Mother stopped reading gay porn in the living room and hadn't yet sent me to the newsstand to replenish her supply. I was beginning to give up on the idea that anything would ever happen between us. 

One afternoon I arrived home and the apartment was in disarray. Furniture from my bedroom had been set up in the middle of the living room. There was a heavy smell of paint and turpentine. 

"The painters came by this afternoon," Mother said. "They started on your bedroom."

"I can see," I said. "How are we supposed to live in the meantime?"

"We'll make do."

"I can't use my bedroom tonight. The smell is too much."

My mother suggested I sleep in the living room but I protested that the lumpy sofa would throw out my back. She offered to share her bed with me.

"That'll work," I said. My tone betrayed no excitement despite the fact that I'd spent the better part of three months trying to figure out a way into my mother's bed. "And you can sleep in my bed when they start on your room."

That night I changed into my pajamas while Mother took her evening shower. . As the water ran I slipped a box of chocolate covered cherries in the nightstand drawer. This time I inspected her toys. There were two vibrators; a Rabbit and a silver egg shaped contraption with a wire attached to a battery pack. On the floor was a battered Eyore doll my mother had since she was a child. I pulled back the comforter and climbed into bed. Earlier she'd changed the sheets which had the crisp fresh scent from drying on the clothesline behind the building. I felt lightheaded and my insides tingled in anticipation. Mother took her time in the bathroom, her bedtime routine not affected by the fact that she'd be sharing her bed with a man for the first time in twenty years. 

Finally, she made her way across the hallway. She stood next to the nightstand and reached for the blue cotton gown she kept underneath the pillow before turning off the lamp. In the darkness she padded across the room, removed her heavy terrycloth robe and hung it on the door. For a brief moment she was completely naked, her silhouette shadowlike in the darkness. Her breasts hung nearly to her belly. She slipped her arms underneath the gown and covered her nakedness. 

Mother pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. She smelled of bath oil and lotion. She propped some pillows against the headboard and reached into the nightstand drawer for the chocolate covered cherries.

"Oh I love these," she said as she opened the box of candy. "It is so thoughtful of you to leave me little presents. Thank you, honey. Would you like one?"

I said yes and opened up my mouth. She paused for a moment before she realized I wanted her to feed me. The shell cracked as she placed the candy in my mouth and the melted chocolate and cherry syrup spreading across my tongue. I laid there and watched as mother put one chocolate covered cherry after another into her mouth. I imagined what it would be like to pop one into my own mouth, take a single bite, then lean over and feed it to Mother as we kissed. 

When she finished the candy Mother laid down to sleep. I tried to stay on my side of the bed but she outweighed me by at least one hundred pounds. I kept rolling up against her cushiony bosom. I reached across her belly, my knees bent and thighs pressed against her plump derriere as if they were a chair. My cock stiffened into her feathery soft flesh as we spooned. 

I would have loved to have fallen asleep like that but Mother couldn't get comfortable. She kept rolling from one side to the other, kicking at the sheets and readjusting her pillows. Every time I began to drift off I would be jolted awake by her tossing and turning. It took a couple of hours before she finally settled down.

I dozed off only to be awakened by a light trembling across the mattress. I looked over at Mother. Her back was to me. The bed sheet was fluttering like a flag on a windy day. I rolled over to my side and propped my head to get a better look. Mother was so caught up in what she was doing she hadn't noticed I'd awakened. She appeared to be squeezing something like a small pillow between her thighs, the object pushed against her mound by her wiggling hand. The trembling quickened and mother began to pant. All of a sudden she yanked away the covers and rolled onto her back, bumping my ribs with her elbow. The black control brief panties were pulled down to her knees, the nightgown hiked almost to her bosom. Paying no mind to me she grabbed what I could now see was the Eyore doll between her thighs with both hands and pressed it hard against her pussy. The layers of pale flesh that surrounded her pubic mound jiggled while mother played with herself, her face contorted with ecstasy as she writhed on the bed. Then, for a brief moment, her entire body went rigid and she held her breath as if the passage of time had been suspended. 

"Muhminuh, muhminuh..."

What began as a tiny whimpering slowly gained momentum until it became a full blown moan. Mother thrashed about on the bed, her hips buckling as she attempted to maximize every last shimmer of pleasure. When her climax subsided I reached across and pulled her close. This time she turned towards me. Her enormous belly felt like a pillow between us. I rubbed her back as the residual spasms from her loins faded and we embraced like two lovers exhausted as we fell asleep.

******** 

On my way home from work the following evening I stopped by the adult bookstore. It had been several months since my mother read a new issue of her favorite magazines so I took it upon myself bring home some fresh ones. As I browsed the gay section of the store I could practically feel the stares of the middle age closet cases cruising for a quickie. I ignored their come-ons and brought half a dozen magazines and books to the counter. Four featured smooth twinks or lady boys. Another was an illustrated novel about a woman who turned her husband into a sissy. The final magazine I found in the Plumpers and BBW's section. It was shrink wrapped but the covers showed two naked supersize women in bed with a thin twink who seemed to get lost inside the layers of fat that spilled over and concealed their pussies. 

I had no idea how Mother would react to the magazines. That morning she didn't say much as she served my usual plate of scrambled eggs and toast. When I kissed her as I was walking out the door she turned her cheek, foiling my plan to give her the sort of kiss she'd remember all day. She was probably embarrassed about waking me with her masturbating. The magazines might send the signal that I understood and there was nothing she should be ashamed of. But I could also see how it might be coming on a bit strong. When I pulled up to the building I decided to slip the magazines inside my briefcase.

The evening routine was pretty much the same as the night before; Mother showering in the bathroom while I waited in her bed wearing only my pajama bottoms. I decided to slip two of the magazines along with a box of chocolates into the nightstand drawer while she took a shower figuring she'd come across them the next time she indulged herself in some private time.

Mother had already slipped into a clean nightgown before she came into the bedroom. She sat at the side of the bed as she applied some lotion to her hands. Then she propped up some pillows before slipping underneath the covers. Her legs were cool to the touch as they pressed against my own.

"David," she said, tentatively. "There's something I need to..."

"Huh?"

"About last night. Did I...?"

I let the unfinished question linger, allowing the tension build. Mother looked down towards her lap and shifted nervously.

"Get carried way? A little bit," I said. 

"Oh, God," she said. 

She buried her face in her hands. I reached across her shoulders.

"It's okay, Mother. Everybody does it."

"Not when they're in bed with their own son," she said. "It is so embarrassing."

I began to rub Mother's neck and shoulders, assuring her with soft whispers that she'd done nothing wrong, how everyone needs a release now and then. After a while she looked up at me.

"You're such a good son," she said. "It is very hard for me to fall asleep unless I -- how did you put it -- get some release. I've been that way since I was a little girl." 

She reached under the covers and pulled up the Eyore doll.

"Just me and Eyore," she said. 

"Gotta ride that donkey," I said.

We both laughed. 

"I'm the same way," I said. "I don't always have to cum. But masturbating does help me fall asleep."

"Usually I don't go all out crazy like I did last night," Mother said. "I have some toys that are much more efficient. When I use them I cum fast and quiet. But I was afraid I'd wake you if I took them out of the nightstand. So I took care of things by hand."

"And woke up the entire building," I said. We laughed again.

"Well, if it makes you uncomfortable you can go into the living room and wait about ten minutes while I..."

"Don't be ridiculous, Mother. After last night's show I don't think a vibrator buzzing underneath the blankets is going to bother me. Besides, I brought home a couple of the magazines you like. They're in your drawer."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "Why don't we look at one."

Mother looked at me for a moment as she deliberated whether or not to engage in some incestuous variation of the bedtime story ritual. Then she pulled a magazine from the nightstand drawer. The cover featured two Asian transsexuals in lingerie embracing on a bed with silk sheets.

"Hmmm, ladyboys," she said. "I never would have suspected this sort of thing interested you. You never showed any interest in women's clothing." 

"No, never had any desire to crossdress," I said. "I just remembered how turned on we got the last time."

"This magazine is a little different," Mother explained as she flipped through the pages. "Most of these models are taking hormones and have had breast implants. I like my boys without curves or breasts. How about you?"

I stammered for a moment and almost told her I was straight. But I remembered what Dottie had said about Mother no longer feeling comfortable looking at gay porn with me if she knew it was her reaction to the pictures instead of the pictures themselves that turned me on so much. 

"I guess I like the same thing," I said. "But making love while wearing those silky nightgowns must feel incredible."

"Oh yes," she said. "The combination of soft skin on silk. Absolutely divine."

She started flipping through the second magazine and we came upon a photo spread of two American blonde haired twinks. They were heavily made up and both wore pink baby doll nighties. Neither model showed any evidence of hormones. 

"This is more like it," Mother said. 

She wiggled a bit in bed as she lingered over the first series of shots which were set in what appeared to be a young girl's room complete with an ornate white dresser, matching toy chest and a collection of dolls perched on a shelf. The expressions on the sissies' faces suggested sheer ecstasy as they explored each other through the nightgowns, the pictures focusing more on their feminized appearance than unbridled passion. The entire scene suggested some kind of sissy slumber party. 

"Do you think we'd look good in pink?" I asked.

Mother looked into my face and brushed the hair from my forehead.

"No, we're too dark," she said. "Blondes look best in pink. I think purple or red would look best on us."

"Do you have anything in those colors?"

"Nothing sexy," Mother said. "There isn't a very wide selection in my size so I stick with the bland cottony gowns that keep me warm in the winter and decent in the summer. But you could fit into just about anything they carry. Just a matter of finding what looks best with your figure."

I cocked my hand on my waist and shimmied coquettishly. Mother giggled.

"We just might make a cross dresser out of you," she said. She licked her fingertip and smoothed my eyebrows. "It wouldn't take a whole lot of makeup. A little mascara, some eye shadow, definitely some rouge to emphasize those high cheekbones. Your father had some Indian blood, that's for sure."

I knew from experience that talking about my father was a surefire way to kill the mood. A lifetime of curiosity, however, was enough to overcome my state of arousal. Mother brought him up so rarely. There were a few questions that had been nagging at me since the last time we spoke about him. 

"Mother, about you and my father," I asked. "If he was gay how did you two make me? I mean, from what you told me I doubt I was planned."

"No, you were a fortunate accident," Mother said. She brushed my hair from my brow. 

"But I don't understand. Did you have an intimate relationship or did the two of you just get drunk one night and wake up in bed together the next morning?"

Mother let out a slow breath then sat quietly as she collected her thoughts.

"We had an understanding," she began. "I never asked what went on when he was out of the apartment. But he was welcome to stay with me provided he came to bed at a decent hour. He always did. By staying with me he didn't have to turn tricks to keep a roof over his head and that was something he appreciated. He in turn took care of my needs for intimacy."

"It had to be difficult given that he preferred sex with men," I said.

"Sex and intimacy are two different things. Related, yes, but for a woman sharing an intimate life is more than just kisses and orgasms. My needs were unique and a man like your father was perfect for them."

"How so?" I asked. 

"I pretty much had stopped leaving the apartment by the time I met your father. I'd had a lifetime of nasty comments about my size and decided I wasn't going to deal with it any longer. Your father was not only my contact with the outside world, he also knew how to make me feel like a lady. He would come home with makeup, sexy clothes and make me up. It was like having my own cosmetologist. He'd tease my hair up pretty, ribbons and bows. Called me his Daisy Dimples doll. And that was another thing. He never made me feel guilty about my size. He'd bring home all kinds of sweets, get me dolled up then give me a giant portion of tiramisu as a reward for being so pretty, like it was all part of the beauty treatment at some spa for fatties. Then we'd snuggle up in bed and whisper into each other's ears like two girls having some pillow talk at a sleepover." 

"I understand the intimacy," I said. "But that doesn't explain how you ended up with a baby nine months later. Did somebody leave me outside the door in a basket?"

Mother smacked me playfully and chided me for being so nosey.

"If you really want to know we would cuddle and caress each other under the covers," she said. "Every once in a while we'd 'go all the way' though that was rare and always spontaneous which is why I didn't use protection. It was pretty stupid of me considering all the diseases out there but most of the time we just pleasured each other without exchanging body fluids. Now those are all the details I'm giving you, kiddo. For the rest you will have to use your imagination."     

With that Mother turned off the lamp. Once again bringing up my father had killed the momentum. I don't know if the subject still made her sad after all these years or if talking about it with me only reinforced in her mind that we were mother and son. Either way my cock was throbbing underneath my pajamas. I was going to have to find some way to take care of things. I pulled down the waistband and started lightly stroking my dick with my fingertips. Mother was still awake but I figured if I was gentle enough not to rock the boat she would pretend not to notice. 

As I stroked myself I thought about my father. Learning that such an effeminate gay man could totally my mother's intimate needs made me feel less freakish about my own feminine proclivities. In the back of my mind I had continued to worry that Mother would reject me as a sexual partner unless I put on some kind of macho front. Knowing I could be myself took away much of pressure. 

After a few minutes Mother turned to her side and opened the nightstand drawer. I caught a quick glimmer of her silver bullet as it reflected the lights from outside before she brought it underneath the covers. While she was positioning the vibrator I reached down and grabbed Eyore, cradling him against my face like a child with his favorite teddy bear. The stuffed toy smelled musty and dank, like he'd spent his entire life pressed up against my mother's pussy.

Mother flipped the switch on the battery pack and there was a muffled buzz coming from the area between her legs. I could see her squeezing her breasts underneath the blanket. After a minute or so she began to search for something. She couldn't find it. I reached over and dropped Eyore on top of her chest.

"You rotten little stinker," she said as she grabbed the stuffed donkey and rolled onto her side. 

With her back to me Mother straddled Eyore. I reached over, resting my hand on top of her belly as I scooted up against her valentine shaped derriere. The muscles in her legs and abdomen began to tense and relax in rhythm as she squeezed Eyore between her thighs. Her ass slid slowly against my hard on as she rolled her hips. Her panties were silky smooth and I could feel the vibrating egg tucked inside her pussy. I imagined the two of us were reclining in the darkened first class cabin on an overnight flight, the remote control vibrator hidden surreptitiously inside her panties. I slipped my hand beneath Mother's gown and caressed her midsection. 

"Mmmm," she moaned, pressing her plump ass against my dick.    

Mother grabbed my hand and clutched it against her breast. One of the advantages of being a man with femme breasts is that I knew exactly how to maximize a woman's pleasure as I played with her bosom. Goose pimples formed on my mother's skin as I kissed the area where her neck met her shoulder and ran my fingertips over a firm nipple that felt almost as thick as my thumb. Then things shifted into overdrive. Mother pressed my hand harder against her tit. I squeezed, pinched and tweaked until her squashy ass began to tremble, the pulsations against my throbbing cock increasing in intensity. Tiny tremors passed over her like waves. She buckled once before tensing up completely as she made a whimpering sound. Then she let out a long steam of air and her entire body seemed to collapse.




Triangled Up in Blue Ch. 02



"Good God," she said as both of us rolled onto our backs. Mother looked over at me. My dick was pointed towards the ceiling.

"Looks like somebody needs to be taken care of," she said. 

Mother turned onto her side. With her right had she began to run her fingers lightly across my chest, drawing tiny circles around my nipples. 

"Go ahead," she said. "Stroke it. Cum right here in the bed."

I grabbed my cock and began to fondle the underside of the head with my two fingers. Mother rested her face against my chest as I pressed my thigh between her legs and up against her mound. The vibrator was still humming inside her panties. 

Suddenly, I felt Mother's wet mouth on my right breast. A shudder went through my entire body as she began licking away. With my free hand I lifted up her gown until her midsection was exposed. I turned to my side and started rubbing my dick against her bare stomach. The smooth pale skin felt incredible as I slid my cock along the layers and creases of soft belly flesh. With the head of my penis I explored the stretch marks that spread across the width of her tummy while Mother gave my chest the sort of attention usually reserved for the big bowls of chocolate ice cream she ravaged in secret. For a brief moment Mother lifted her head and looked into my eyes. Her mouth was opened slightly, her expression betraying a bit of uncertainty. I leaned over to kiss her but before our lips could meet she went to work again at my upper body, this time licking me up and down like a mother cat cleaning a kitten. I stretched my arm. Her tongue fluttered as she tasted my underarm, a sensation that reminded me of gentle swells stirred by a steady, light breeze upon the warm waters of a shallow lake. It was heavenly. I closed my eyes. I could feel the pressure building behind my scrotum as I worked my stiff cock against her tummy like it was a divining rod. My legs stiffened and I shot ropes of hot cum onto my mother's belly. After my dick spit out the very last drop Mother rolled onto her back and began spreading the jism all over her tummy as if it was some kind of lotion.

"Wow, honey," she said. "You must have been saving all that for a special occasion. Think you can sleep now?"

"Like a baby," I said as I nuzzled up against my mother's bosom. She wrapped her arms around me and cradled my head. 

"My baby," she said. She kissed my brow. "Sweet dreams."



Triangled Up in Blue Ch. 03



The following story concerns a love triangle between a mother, her son and her best friend. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is the third chapter.




Just before dawn I reached over and found myself alone in my mother's bed. The sheets on her side were rolled up haphazardly. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to pull her body close enough that the rhythmic pace of her breathing would lull me back to sleep. I headed towards the living room with the intention of getting her to come back to bed. Mother was lying awake on the sofa. There was a pile of tissues on the floor and looked like she'd been crying. I asked if everything was alright. She grabbed my hand.

"I feel so selfish, David."

"About last night? I already told you it's nothing to feel guilty about."

"No, that's not what's bothering me." 

She told me how bad she felt about her agoraphobia, that her never leaving the house had placed so many unreasonable demands upon me. She was afraid she'd robbed me of the chance of ever having a life of my own. I deserved to have a serious relationship, maybe even start a family. She sniffled as tears began to run down her cheeks. I could feel the water forming in my own eyes. Mother wasn't the only one with mixed emotions.

The five years spent with Dottie had only been a partial distraction from the ten thousand pound elephant in the living room. There were moments -- entire days even -- when I felt totally pathetic; a twenty-five year old mama's boy whose "girlfriend" was his mother's horny sixty-something best friend. Yes, my physical needs had been met by this arrangement. But how many dreams had I given up on because I was afraid to leave my mother home alone for even a single night? The triangle between Mother, Dottie and me was dysfunctional enough but with Dottie gone my mother and I were on the verge of becoming an incestuous couple. Maybe it was better that she believed I was gay. If she knew how twisted things had really gotten it might have been more than she could bear.

"I just want you to know, David, if you ever want to get out on your own you are free to leave. Don't worry about me. I'll find some way to manage."

"It's okay, Mother. I'm here because I want to be," I said, though at that moment I was confused as to my true feelings.

We stayed together in silence for a while, my mother laying on the sofa while I knelt beside her and held her hand. The room slowly brightened as morning broke. The alarm sounded from the bedroom jolting me from the early morning daydream. Time to shower and get ready for work. 

At the office I was so distracted that all I could do was stare at the data on the computer screen. The signals Mother was sending had me confused. At noon I told the team leader I was feeling nauseous and signed out. When I left the office building I had no idea how I was going to spend the rest of the day. Going home wasn't an option. Things had gotten too intense. No way Mother and I would be able to avoid a serious discussion just because the painters were working in the apartment. I headed for the mall instead.

As I was parking the car I had a sudden urge to call Dottie. We hadn't spoken since my mother and I first slept together two nights ago. Maybe she could help me sort out my feelings. 

"Hey, handsome," Dottie said when she answered the phone. "What are you doing calling me in the middle of a work day?"

"I had to leave the office," I said. "The past couple days have been a real doozey."

I told her everything; the painters, sharing the bed, us masturbating. Dottie seemed pleased that we were on the verge of consummating everything.

"But it's a damn rollercoaster," I said. "I don't know what to make of it." 

I asked what she thought about Mother leaving the bed and crying in the living room. Did it mean she was having second thoughts? Dottie paused for a moment, then said she didn't think that was the case.

"Women aren't like men. Men have sex first then start thinking about the implications. Women, well, we are much more likely to talk ourselves out of something good. We run through every possible outcome or scenario in our minds before deciding whether or not to follow our heart. If she is doing that it is a good sign."

"You really think so?" I asked.

"I do," Dottie said. "Her heart is telling her she wants to have a more intimate relationship with you. If she didn't she would have put a stop to it. You just need to get it done before she talks herself out of it."

"So how do I get her to take that final step?"

She paused for a moment and pondered the question.

"Is that what you want? Because if it isn't now is your final chance to bail out. Becoming lovers will change everything and if you decide later that it isn't what you want the two of you can never go back to being just mother and son."

I thought about what Dottie said for a moment. On one hand, if mother and I started sharing a bed it really wouldn't change our lives all that much. There was no way I would ever leave and very few women would be willing to put up with a situation like mine. But I had this nagging feeling that if I crossed the line with mother it would pretty much guarantee the rest of my life would follow the course it was already on. I'd always be one of those men who never left home; her little boy forever, never striking out on my own. The finality of it all bothered me more than the breaking any sexual taboo. 

On the other hand, as much as I fantasized about leaving home and seeing the world, the truth is it wasn't likely to happen. So the real choice was whether Mother and I tried to meet each other's physical and emotional needs or spend the rest of our lives lonely. 

"I do want that," I said, finally. "But I'm not pretending there is no cost."

"There's a cost to every decision in life," Dottie said. "You know that."

"That's true," I said. "The cost of us being lovers is far less than spending the rest of our lives ignoring our needs. I'd become bitter and Mother would feel a whole lot more guilt." 

"Good," Dottie said. "Now here's what you need to do. You have to make your mother feel that same gentle, girlish sort of intimacy that made her fall in love with your father. Like two girls sharing a secret."

Dottie promised to talk to Mother that afternoon and we said our goodbyes.  

After half an hour wandering various stores I started thinking about the previous night, especially the way my mother and I had talked about silky nightgowns and what color lingerie we'd look best in. The thought of Mother and I frolicking underneath the sheets while clad in satin and lace pretties obscured my mixed feelings. Tonight we would be sleeping in my bed. I decided that when mother came to bed after her shower not only would I be wearing something sexy but I would present her with a full length gown with a matching robe. 

I browsed the lingerie section at JC Penney. The sleepwear ran the gamut from practical cotton gowns that did nothing to enhance the figure to bustierres that left little to the imagination. I decided that I shouldn't come on too strong and selected for myself silky black pajamas with red lace trim around the neckline. Sexy without going over the top. On my way to the register I picked up a pair of black panty briefs that looked like they would fit me.

After paying for the pajamas I left the mall and drove over to the west side. There was a small shop in the black section of town that specialized in lingerie and club wear for plus size women. Dottie had been a regular customer and brought me with her a few times.

A bell on top of the door rang as I entered the shop. I browsed the lingerie rack for a minute before I was approached by the salesgirl.

"Can I help you find something?"

"I am looking for something in a size 28. A nightgown."

"That would be about a 3X. Do you know the cup size?" she asked. 

"Double D, I think."

The gown I'd conjured up in my imagination was both sexy and elegant, full length and trimmed with lace. Something that would draw attention to rather than diminish the vast swell of Mother's pear shaped body. I attempted to describe such a gown to the sales girl but stammered as words began to fail me. 

"I think I know what you need," the salesgirl said. "We have some bridal peignoir sets over here. They are a little pricey."

She led me to a small rack in the back of the shop where each gown and robe set was draped in clear plastic wrap. The salesgirl removed the wrap from two peignoir sets and presented them for my approval. 

"These are the only two full lengths we have in that size," she said.

The first set was pink. I remembered what Mother had said about pink not being our color and set it aside. The other set was a ruby red satin gown with a gold embroidered neckline. There was no built in bra like some of the baby dolls in the window but the bodice was made out of a spandex type material and seemed up to the task of supporting Mother's tits. The set included a full length chiffon robe and a thong wide enough to fit Mother's waist. I told the salesgirl to box it up and wrap it. I also selected a black baby doll with a built in bra and a sheer skirt that I thought would fit. At the counter the salesgirl explained how when it comes to plus size lingerie sizing is difficult. All of the items were returnable as long as the tags weren't removed. 

At dinner mother and I spoke about everything except what was foremost in our thoughts. My stomach tingled every time I thought about the boxes of lingerie I'd placed on top of the bed. After dinner we shared a blanket as we snuggled up in front of the television. Mother had her arm around me as I rested my head just above her bosom. But when I placed my hand upon her thigh mother grabbed me by the wrist and placed it once again on her belly. At ten o'clock she shut off the television.

"I'm going to sleep in my bed tonight," Mother said. 

There was a quick shudder in my chest and I swallowed once.

"But what about the fumes?"

"I've had the windows open all day," she said. "I don't think it will be that bad."

I must have looked as crestfallen as I felt because Mother grabbed both my hands.

"David, look," she said. "I don't think it is good for us to sleep in the same bed like that. It had been so long since I've been with a man that I allowed myself to get carried away. That is my fault and I'm sorry."

"But I don't have a problem with it. We both have needs..."

"It isn't right for me to use you to meet them," Mother said. "You need to have your own life and shouldn't spend every night home with your mom. It's been months since you've gone out in the evening. What happened? Did you break up with...a partner?"

I averted my gaze from hers and stared at the blank screen of the television. I could feel the water form in my eyes and sniffled once. 

"I was in a relationship but it ended," I said.

Mother placed her hand on my shoulder, squeezed gently then began rubbing my upper back in a clockwise motion.

"That must have hurt," Mother said. "What happened?"

"My...partner moved out of state."

"You know, you could have talked to me about it," Mother said. "You didn't have to keep it a secret. I don't care if you're gay. You can be open with me."

I was quiet for a second as I considered what I was going to say. Despite what Dottie had said about Mother believing I was gay being advantageous I still had my doubts.

"This wasn't with a man," I said, finally. "I was involved with a woman." 

Mother tilted her head skeptically as she absorbed this new bit of information.

"Really?" she asked. "Why did you keep it a secret? Was she married?"

"No. She was an older woman. Older than you."

Mother stared at me for a few seconds. Her eyes widened as it slowly dawned on her what had been going on for the past five years. She looked downward.

"Dottie?" she asked, softly.

I nodded. Mother closed her eyes and squeezed my hands. For a few moments the only sound in the room was the cars passing outside.

"It all makes sense," she said, finally.

"Did you know?" I asked.

"That's a good question." 

She told me it was obvious that Dottie and I were close but hadn't considered the possibility we were lovers, probably because it was something she didn't really want to know about. 

"She and I just spoke this afternoon," Mother said. "Strange."

"What did you talk about?" I asked.

"The usual," she said. "How we're getting on now that she's not here. I told her about this morning -- not about what we did in the bed but how guilty I felt. She told me you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to be."

"I do want to be here."

Mother touched my neck with her fingers and laughed softly.

"I always figured you were having a discreet relationship with another man and that's how I justified keeping you here with me. So there's a chance I might be a grandmother after all?"

"Not really," I said. I explained how the only women I was attracted to were past childbearing age. Mother shook her head.

"So sissy boys and grandmas," Mother said. 

I shrugged and didn't try to correct her. Things were complicated enough without Mother thinking what had happened the past two nights was something other than the two of us getting naughty after looking at gay porn. It was an option I wanted to keep in play. 

Mother wanted to know about the nature of my relationship with Dottie, whether we were in love or if it was only about the sex. I explained that we had an understanding, how she had taken care of my sexual needs since the time I was twenty so I wouldn't be tempted to leave home. On one hand it was a relationship borne of convenience. On the other, our emotional bond had always been as close as any two relatives could be whether related by blood or marriage. Our lovemaking was as much about preserving the integrity of our family as it was about satisfying our desires.

"Did you ever talk about what would happen after she was gone?" Mother asked. "We always knew she was going to Florida when she retired."

I don't know what came over me but at that moment I decided to put everything on the table. It was risky and Mother was bound to be shocked initially. But the way things were going it didn't seem like I'd have another opportunity to share her bed. Putting things out in the open would give Mother a chance to consider things from Dottie's and my perspective. She might warm up to the idea. I took a deep breath as I prepared to disclose everything. 

"Dottie believed that the best thing the two of us could do after she moved was for you and I to take care of each other in that way."

Mother jolted her head upright and brought her hand to her mouth. 

"She said that? What did you say when she brought it up?"

"My first thought was that she'd lost her mind," I said. "But then she told me the other options were me moving out and spending the rest of my life feeling responsible for whatever happens to you or the two of us staying here together with me feeling bitter and you feeling guilty about everything. When she put it that way I realized that there are no easy answers." 

"As if incest is a viable solution to agoraphobia," Mother said. "And how do you feel about this idea?"

"Honestly, I never thought it was something we'd consider. I mean, was I supposed to bring it up at the dinner table or something? But these past couple nights, well, they made me see that having that kind of relationship might be something we'd both enjoy."

Mother sniffled a couple of times and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She brought my hand to her mouth, kissed it then pressed it against her cheek. 

"You are good to me," she said. "But the two of us going to bed every night as if we were married? That's just crazy."

"Crazy? It didn't seem so crazy last night."

"Look, David, last night...I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. But I'm afraid we're on a slippery slope. I mean, incest? Who does that sort of thing? Sex offenders and perverts. Once you start on that path that's where you'll end up. Some dirty old man stealing ladies underwear from the laundry room or peeking in people's windows while they get undressed. Is that what you want?"

I paused for a second as the tears formed in my own eyes.

"I want us to be as happy as possible in our situation," I said, sniffling. "If the two of us sleeping in the same bed every night makes us happier I don't see the harm in it."

Mother pulled me closer. I nuzzled up against her shoulder as she cradled me, stroking the back of my head. We stayed like that for a while. Then she patted me on the shoulder and released me from her grasp.

"Honey, this is a whole lot to take in," she said. "Let's just call it a night, go to bed in our own rooms and revisit this another time." 

The two of us stood up from the sofa. Silently, we walked to our bedrooms on opposite sides of the hallway. 

I stood at the side of my bed. The three boxes of lingerie -- a baby doll and peignoir set for Mother and a set of silky pajamas for me -- were on top of the bedspread. "So much for that plan," I thought. I grabbed the boxes and set them on the shelf in my closet next to the Sorry and Monopoly games. Then, for the first time in three nights, I pulled back the covers and climbed into my own bed. 

As I lay there in the darkness I could hear my mother moving around in her room across the hall. She was restless, getting up from the bed and rummaging through the dresser. I thought she might end up tackling a major project like cleaning the oven or polishing her silver since housework in the middle of the night was her favorite way of dealing with insomnia. Then I heard the nightstand drawer slide open. 

I quieted my breathing and listened for the tell-tale sounds of mother playing with her toys in the darkness. The creaking of the mattress and box spring would have been unnoticeable in daylight but in the late night still of the apartment they carried like a dripping faucet or the ticking of a clock. I wondered if she was imagining me next to her, caressing her supple belly and the velvety smooth skin of her inner thighs or maybe just holding her in my arms as she wiggled and writhed. Her occasional whimpers and gasps became more frequent before ending abruptly, those few tranquil moments of suspended animation just prior to orgasm. The quiet was broken by mother's stifled moans and the bed frame shaking as though a small child was bouncing playfully. It went on like this for a moment or two before everything faded into stillness. 

I tried to bring myself to sleep with the upward strokes of my fingertips upon my shaft but Mother started moving around again, opening and closing drawers as she padded about her room. She walked across the hall to the bathroom and was in there for a while. I wondered what she was doing as I listened to her rummage through the medicine cabinet. 

The door to my room opened. I shielded the light from the hallway with my hand as Mother stood in the doorway. She hesitated for a moment before shutting the door behind her. At my bedside she removed her heavy white bathrobe and laid it across the back of a chair. She was completely naked, her pale flesh heavy and loose. The heady scent of perfume radiated from her body and filled the air like fog on a humid night.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked.

"Something like that." 

Mother turned on the lamp. She'd applied makeup in the bathroom. Her lips had a deep burgundy shine and she'd traced a black border around her eyes with mascara. 

"I want you to take a good long look before we go any further," Mother said. She lifted her bare breasts with her hands. "This is what you get. It better be what you want."

"It's nice," I said. "Can you turn around?"




Triangled Up in Blue Ch. 03



"I'm serious," she said. "I want you to decide now if I'm enough for you. I'm not saying forever till the end of time or anything like that. But if we are going to try this I expect you to be monogamous."

"For the past five years Dottie's been the only one," I said. "Now turn around."

Mother stood with her back to me. Her waist was far narrower than her ass and her hips flared out dramatically, giving her an extreme pair shape. The plush flesh was dimpled and each pale layer spilled out over the next, jiggling as she moved. She placed her hands on her hips and shook her butt before turning around again. Her paunchy belly bowed between her thighs and covered her pubic mound.

"Scoot over," she said, "I'm getting cold." 

I moved to the far side of my bed. Mother pulled back the blanket, sat for a moment, then leaned backward and rolled towards me. We both laid on our sides facing each other. Her bare breasts were pressed against my own. I covered her with the blanket then reached over and rested my hand on top of her waist.

The warm breath upon my face drew me closer. Her lips brushed up against mine. My mouth opened. Mother leaned towards me, pushing me backwards as our tongues touched. Her lips and tongue were thicker than Dottie's, her succulent mouth broad enough to cover my own. The kisses were soft and unhurried, as if sipping something meant to be savored. She worked her way down my neck, raising fine hairs and goose pimples with each shiver. When she reached my chest I grabbed the back of her head, directing her to my right breast. I let out a soft moan as she tongued my taut nipple.

"God, I love that," I said.

Mother ran her tongue and lips on my breast and across my chest. I lay there on my back, legs stretched and head rolling from side to side. My entire body tingled. She grabbed my cock and ran it along the contours of her belly. She moved downward towards the foot of the bed until her breasts were within reach and started massaging her stiff nipples with the head of my dick. After several minutes Mother rolled onto her side, facing away from me. I reached around and pulled her close. She pressed up against my dick and wiggled. 

"Play with my ass," she said.

With my right hand I caressed her valentine shape derriere. I rolled my hips as I moved my thin cock up and down the area between her soft globes. She gasped as I poked at the puckered skin around her rectum. Then I moved downward until my dick made contact with the fine damp hairs that surrounded her pussy.

"Hmmm," she moaned.

Mother reached for her bathrobe on the chair next to the bed and pulled a small container from the pocket. She squirted the liquid onto her fingertips then reached down toward her pussy, working her fingers in and out and around her labia. When she finished she held the container towards me.

"Put some on your dick," she said. 

My hands shook as I squeezed the lube onto my hands. The liquid felt cool against the thin skin of my shaft and head. I ran my hand up and down the slippery shaft then pressed up against Mother's ass and let it slide towards her moistened mons. When I touched her swollen labia she reached around for my cock and guided it the rest of the way. Despite the amount of lube getting inside was a tight squeeze, so tight that for a moment I thought I was pressing up against her rectal opening. Mother began to make tiny backward thrusts and little by little I squeezed my way inside her snug little tush.

I wrapped my arm around my mother's waist and pulled her close until my entire shaft was inside and her ass was squashed up against my pelvic area. At that moment I suddenly felt light headed and my stomach dipped the way it does when cresting the peak of a roller coaster. I was inside my mother's pussy.

Things seemed to loosen up a bit as I wiggled about, making tentative little jabs, afraid if I moved too much I might pull out by mistake and have a difficult time getting back in. 

"Harder," she said. "Don't be afraid."

My thrusts increased in intensity until my upper thighs made a slapping sound every time I banged up against my mother's ass. Piston-like, I kept at it. Her tight little pocket seemed to get wetter with each jab. At once I was overcome by the musky funk that wafted from her pussy and lingered in the bedroom air like a mist. My scrotum pulsated as I my torso and legs stiffened. Trying to hold back was futile. I gave in completely, pushing my cock as deep as I could before letting loose a series of quick spurts. 

"Hmmm," I whimpered.

I rolled onto my back, puffing as I caught my breath. Mother lay on her side with her arm across my belly. She left several soft, wet kisses on my brow. 

"That was wonderful," she said. "What did you think?"

"Awesome," I said. "That's the tightest little pussy I've ever been in."

"Really? So I'm tighter than Dottie?"

"Oh, yes," I said. "Sometimes I worried that I wasn't enough for her. I always made sure I went down on her first so she'd cum. With you I have the opposite problem. You are so tight it only takes a minute or two before I cum."

"That's because you were delivered by c section," Mother said. She grabbed my hand and ran it up and down the scar beneath her belly button. "Dottie had Brian the regular way which stretches the vagina."

We laid like that for a while, caressing each other in post-coital silence where the thoughts come on too rapid for sleep. The quiet was broken when Mother asked if Dottie talked about her son Brian often. 

"Not really," I said. "She mentions the grandkids quite a bit."

"It's a sore spot with her, Brian getting married six years ago. He's been trying to strike out on his own ever since he joined the Navy around the time you were born. She'd visit him whenever he was on shore leave but they really haven't spoken much after he retired and married that Panamanian girl. I think she expected to move into a house with Brian after he got out of the service, just the two of them. But he started a family of his own. That was around the time Dottie took up with you. It all makes sense now."

"So you're saying?"

"Yes," Mother said. "Dottie never said anything to me about the two of them having that kind of relationship. She never had to. When Brian married Blanca she cried like a jilted wife."

"Really?" I said. 

"Yes. But that's not unusual in this neighborhood with all the single mothers. One way to keep your boy on the straight and narrow is to give him everything he needs at home. That way he won't get some sixteen year old girl pregnant and drop out of school to go to work."

"I never noticed that," I said.

"Probably not. It is the sort of thing that goes on right underneath everyone's nose. In this neighborhood when you see a smart, good looking boy who stays home studying every night instead of going to the bars or, worse, getting into the sort of trouble that goes on here chances are his needs are being taken care of at home. Problem is, sometimes a lonely woman will forget she's a mother and expect her son to be her husband. That's what happened with Dottie and Brian." 

I lay there pondering this new bit of information. The idea of an incestuous underground in this white, working poor ghetto never crossed my mind. Most of the guys I went to school with ended up fathering children before they reached the age of twenty. But there were a few who broke the cycle. For the most part their mothers didn't make the same mistake a second time, forgoing a man in their bed for the sake of their son, making him both the man of the house and the love of their life. Eventually they would move out on their own, their mother's living rooms becoming a shrine to their accomplishments. Some, however, stayed home, accompanying their mothers to Bingo games and rummage sales. Devoted sons who wouldn't dream of leaving the nest. And why would they? They had everything they needed right at home.



Triangled Up in Blue



"That's it, baby," she gasped. "Keep going."

Ordinarily I would have sped the process along by rubbing her ass and thighs but I stayed true to the role of Mother's virgin son and played with her breasts harder.

"Fuuuuuuck!" she gasped. 

She grabbed my right hand, pressed it up against the mound at the bottom of her panties and squeezed it with her thighs. Frantically, she thrust her pelvic area against my hand. In keeping with the role I refrained from reaching under the gusset of her panties and fingering her pussy.

"That's it baby, that's it," she said, panting like a sprinter fifteen yards from the finish line. "Keep going, keep going. Make Mommy cum, make Mommy......Oh my ... arrrrrrrgh!"

Her mound and thighs began to spasm. I continued to suck away, slowing down as Dottie's climax passed, the tremors fading to tiny trickles before ceasing entirely. Dottie rubbed my back and fingered my ass.

"Did I make you feel special, Mother?"

"Yes you did, David. You made Mother feel very special. But that wasn't enough."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Do you want me to do that thing where I put my winkie inside you?"

"I would love that," Dottie said. "But you have to understand something. Mother is older and she doesn't get as wet down there as she used to. So you need to do something first. A special kind of kiss down there."

"Like the other special kisses?"

"Yes, but this has to be done a special way in a very special spot."

Dottie grabbed my hand and guided in inside her panties. She spread her labia. I could feel the moist lips of her pussy with my fingertips.

"A pussy is almost like a mouth with no teeth," Dottie explained. "But right here, at the top, is a special spot, like a tiny button. Do you feel it?"

"Yes, Mother. I feel it."

"This is Mother's secret spot. Now, lets pretend your fingers are your tongue. You start here and lick your way up like this. Make sure you rub the secret spot hard with your tongue. That's how you help your mother get all wet down there."

I started towards Dottie's pussy but she stopped me and explained how it would be a whole lot nicer if I kissed my way down there, going from her belly to her thighs. I began with soft, fluttering kisses on her tummy. I licked her belly button then lifted the band of her black panties and worked on her lower abdomen, the gray speckled pubic hair tickling my upper lip. Dottie shimmied as I lowered the panties, exposing her pale ass and thighs. I went to work on the smooth flesh of her inner thighs, licking, kissing and even nibbling. I could feel the sultry heat of her damp pussy against my face. Dottie began to writhe, struggling to press her loins firmly against my cheek. Teasingly, I circled once more across her abdomen and down her hips. Then, with my face between her spread thighs, I made contact with her pussy. I gently spread her labia with my fingers then ran my tongue along the slit and up against the button on top. I repeated the motion imagining my tongue was a piece of sandpaper and her pussy and clit a wood carving that needed smoothing. Over the years I'd developed a rhythm where after a several seconds of licking I would lift Dottie's tummy and take a quick breath. But this time, imagining myself an inexperienced virgin, I allowed Dottie's fleshy belly to pin my face against her wet pussy and I began gasping for breath like a non-swimmer struggling to stay afloat in the deep end of a pool. I felt lightheaded as I continued to lick away. 

"Oh, baby, you make your mother feel soooo good. Put your finger in Mama's pussy."

I stuck my middle finger inside the moistened slit and moved it in and out as I lapped away at her clitoris. Dottie began to squirm, squeezing my head with her thighs. Then her hips began to buckle as a high pitched squeal turned into a full out howl. I continued to lap away as Dottie thrashed about imagining myself a cowboy trying to hang onto a bucking bull. My face was covered in Dottie's secretions. Finally she grabbed my head with both hands and pressed it hard against her writhing pussy.

"Oh my... arghhh!!!"

I was gasping for breath as Dottie held my face firmly against her pussy. Finally she lifted up my head and I started breathing like a kid who just swam the length of a pool underwater. 

"Fuck me, baby," Dottie said, panting. "Fuck me now. Mother wants to feel you inside her."

I knelt between Dottie's spread legs and supported myself with my arms on either side of her shoulders. My stiff cock way laying across her abdomen. I made no further moves.

"What do I do now, Mother?"

Dottie grabbed my dick, rubbed it along her wet slit then guided in the honey pot. Once inside, I made a series of slow, shallow jabs. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me deeper in her slippery silk pouch. I began to gain momentum, increasing the speed and depth with each thrust. I looked down at Dottie. She kept her eyes closed and jaw clenched. Her tummy jiggled and her breasts had flopped to either side of her torso. 

"That's it, baby. Keep going. You make mama feel so good."

Usually I had decent stamina, especially the second time around in an evening. But I was so caught up in the role play -- the special son pleasuring his naughty mommy -- that I could feel the pressure building in my prostrate and scrotum.

"Mother, I'm going to..."

"That's okay," Dottie said. "Let's make a baby. Make a baby with Mommy."

The muscles in my legs stiffened and I shot a load of hot cum into Dottie's pussy. My heart was racing as I panted for air. She pulled me so I was lying on top of her, my head resting against her shoulder. I stayed inside Dottie as my breathing slowed and my cock softened. After a minute or two her pussy spat it out. I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around Dottie's waist. As we lay there in the aftermath the incestuous spell dissipated and we resumed our own identities. 

"Damn, that was wild, Dottie," I said. "It was like I was having sex for the first time."

"So you like making Mother happy?," she said, mussing my hair with her hand. "Wait until you try it with your real mother."