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A Mutual Learning Experience

By: Borntolust



Many thanks to robertreams who edited this story.

Some years ago several of us guys were sitting around talking. One friend told about the time he was in a restaurant, seated near a table with several middle aged ladies and one young man. One woman, apparently the mother of the young man, was slightly drunk. She was berating him for chasing women. She told him in a voice loud enough to be heard at several other tables. "I would have slept with you."

At the time we all agreed that we felt sorry for the young man and the embarrassment he must have felt. We were all men, I don't know what a woman might have thought about it.

In the years since I have sometimes wondered what the young man did afterward, and what I would have done in the same circumstances.




I'm David Smith, at the time this story began, I was 22. I'm not too bad in the build and looks department, but no Adonis either. I was close to finishing an engineering degree. I had not decided whether to find a job or continue my education. There were several girlfriends in my past. None of them too serious.

My mother is Mary Smith. She was widowed when I was about 12 years old. Mother often jokes about her name. She says she gets lost in the phone book and may change her name to Jane Doe. She has a decent job and my father's insurance has given her a little extra income. I would call her average in the looks department. She is 5' 4" with a pleasant face and medium length brown hair. She is slightly overweight, but not what I would call dumpy. She dresses conservatively and is usually quite prim and proper.

Mother almost never drinks, rarely to excess, but she did that one time. That one time that changed everything.

We, my mother and I, were having dinner with her two sisters. I was the only male. After a few drinks, my aunts started asking me about girlfriends. At the time I didn't have any, was having only occasional dates. I don't know what set Mother off, but she had definitely had had too much to drink. She told her sisters I was only interested in bedding young girls, not wanting to settle down.

Then she told me, "All you ever do is chase skirts. You only want to sleep with women." After a slight hesitation, she continued, "I would have slept with you."

I was aghast, I had never heard my mother talk like that before. She had always been somewhat prudish. My aunts looked somewhat shocked and diners at nearby tables looked over at us.

I thought it was time to get Mother out of there, to bid my aunts a hasty goodbye. After helping Mother to the car, I drove us both home. On the way, she reached over and grabbed my arm. "Did you hear me, David?" she asked, her "I would have slept with you. I have wanted to for years." Her voice was a little slurred, but understandable. When I didn't respond she pulled her dress up to her waist. She then grabbed my hand and brought it to her panty clad crotch. "There, she said loudly, "I want you there." I felt a wet spot on her panties. I was immediately overcome with a feeling of lust for her. I had never before been sexually attracted to my mother; this was a new feeling for me. I felt my cock hardening.

After barely missing another car, I thought that I had better pay attention to driving and put my hand back on the wheel, trying to ignore my growing hard on. Mother must have been feeling rejected when I took my hand from her. She didn't say or do anything more until we got home. As I parked, Mother said, "I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

I helped Mother out of the car and into the house. She was quite unsteady. I still had a hard-on. As I struggled to support her without her feeling my hard cock. I guided her to her bedroom led her to her bed and backed her up against it. The back of Mother's knees hit the edge of the bed. She fell back, pulling me down atop her, my hard cock pressed into her belly.

I did not know how to proceed. Part of me wanted to fuck her right now, right there. Another part thought I should give her a chance to sober up.

She decided for both of us. She threw her arms around my neck, kissing me wetly, mouth open. In my aroused state, the kiss was more than I could take. I yanked down her panties, kneeling I yanked them from her feet. Her thighs opened, exposing her pussy. The dark curled mass at her center was soaking, her wet red lips protruding. I quickly undid my belt and dropped my pants, fumbling somewhat, but my shorts quickly followed. My raging hard on stood straight and firm. My mother, still drunk, held her arms up to me. We were still half clothed when I laid atop her and slid my manhood into her warm wet pussy. She responded, thrusting against me, sliding down on my steely cock, taking all of me. I came too quickly, shooting my load immediately.

As I softened, I rolled off her. Lying alongside her, I removed the rest of her clothing. With her fumbling help, we soon had her naked. My shirt followed. We rolled to the middle of the bed. She reached to fondle my manhood. I played with her wet cunt and sucked her hard nipples.

Before long I could feel myself hard again. Mother implored me, her hand reaching out grasping, hungry. "I want you hard, I want you in me."

She pushed me onto my back, stroked my cock to a new hardness. She straddled my loins. As she lowered herself, her hot, wet pussy surrounded my cock, drawing it deep into her she leaned forward to make me suck her hard nipples as she fucked me. She rode me hard, whispering "so big, so nice". She wasn't long in coming. Her body quivered with excitement. She moaned louder in ecstasy. I rolled her over, my dick firmly in her. I fucked hard, thrusting into her, slamming my body into hers. She responded, thrusting back at me. Our fucking grew intense as we approached climax. Thrusting madly against one another, we came together in glorious orgasm. 

I lay on top of her for a few moments as I softened, then rolled off her, lying naked against her, playing with her breasts. She was still drunk and her voice was still slurred. She was rambling, "I'm glad we did that"

"I'm sorry," she said, "that was wrong."

"I'm so ashamed." she continued.

Finally Mother said, "It was so good"

I kissed her and petted her until she calmed down, eventually falling asleep. I had a dilemma. Should I sleep in her bed, or go to my own room? I was concerned what would happen when we woke. I decided it would be best to face the music. I fell asleep snuggled against my naked mother.





Chapter 2

Orgasm had relaxed me, even so, my sleep wasn't very deep. In the morning I felt Mother stir. I pretended to be asleep until I could judge her reaction. I felt her start, then sit up, as she realized I was sleeping naked next to her. I heard a soft "oh", but she didn't move for several moments.

I opened my eyes to let her know I was awake. She looked slightly disheveled and a little hung over. She had that 'well fucked' look. Mother's eyes roved down both our naked bodies. She asked, "Did we?"

I replied that yes, we had.

She had a strange look on her face. "Oh my God, this is so wrong."

"Mother I love you," was my answer, but I was unsure how much or what kind of love I felt for her then.

Mother's reply was to rise, shower and dress. "We'll talk later," she called from the bathroom.

I headed for my own room and the other bath. I was cleaned up, dressed and in the kitchen by the time I heard her shower stop.

When she appeared, I had coffee and juice ready. She gave me a rueful look, but sat at the table. She was fully dressed, in slacks and high collared blouse. Mother usually dresses conservatively, tending to the prim side. We didn't run around the house half dressed and we didn't swear at home. I have always called her Mother, never 'Mom'. Despite all that, she was a good mother, very loving and willing to discuss most things with me as I grew up. But she was kind of reticent about any subject bordering on sexual matters.

After juice and coffee, mother looked at me and sighed, then spoke, "I remember most of yesterday and last night, David. I had too much to drink, but I can't use that as an excuse for my behavior." After a pause Mother continued, "What we did was wrong and I must take the blame for it."

I saw a tear on her cheek as she continued. "I am afraid I embarrassed you and my sisters at the restaurant. And I acted like a slut when we got home."

I interrupted her to say, "Mother I love you." Then I asked. "Mother you said you would have slept with me. Did you mean would have, or wanted to."

She said nothing for a short while then sighed, "both I guess. There were times when I fantasized about sex with you. So I guess the answer is, yes, I wanted to."

I reached across the table and clasped her hand. "And now we have. I love you," I told her again. "I don't regret anything. I'm glad I found out I love you and I desire you."

Mother sat there for a time, her hand in mine, then, squeezing my hand, she said "Thank you, I'm glad you don't despise me for the way I acted. Now I need to get some rest and think." She rose and went to her room.

I didn't see her again until midafternoon. I was in the living room, halfway watching television and wondering what would develop. I really hoped things weren't screwed up between us, but I had to admit the right thing to do, last night, would have been to put her to bed and go to my own room. I was surprised I felt so hot over a woman with a body type that would not normally appeal to me. I didn't try to analyze the reason, but decided to accept it.

As I said before, mother is 5' 4" and slightly overweight. She works as an executive at a large department store. Her dress for work is very conservative, even severe. She will usually wear a suit with skirt and high necked blouse, occasionally, a pants suit. Even at home, her dress is very conservative. She prefers dresses and skirts to slacks. She is always fully dressed when I see her. There are no unintentional displays, ever. Her breasts are always primly contained. She has a pleasant face. Her straight brown hair is cut barely above her shoulders. She wears a minimum of makeup, but uses it expertly.

Her breasts are on the plump side; they sag only a little. Her aureoles are large and dark, with a reddish tint. The cheeks of her ass sag a bit, and she has the beginning of a roll at her belly. This is the woman I am lusting after.

She finally appeared, looking much refreshed, wearing a skirt but the same severe blouse. She flashed me a small smile and sat on the couch

"David," she spoke softly, "I think everything that happened was my fault. I won't try to blame the liquor." She paused, took a breath, and continued, "I have to admit the truth to myself: I enjoyed our lovemaking. And if I didn't instigate it, I certainly encouraged you." Another pause. "We have gone where we shouldn't have. But it is done and I don't feel the regret or shame I should feel." She rose and started toward the kitchen. She called back over her shoulder, asking if I would like coffee.

When I replied I would, she went to the kitchen counter. I followed, moved up behind her. My arms went around her waist. I whispered, "I love you Mother." She leaned against me. My dick hardened. One hand moved to her breast, she covered it with her own. She pushed back into my hard cock, nestling it in the crack of her ass. My other hand drifted to her skirt-covered thigh. Mother pulled up her skirt, allowing my hand access to her crotch. To my amazement, my prim, staid mother wore no panties. This discovery caused my hard cock to swell outrageously.

Mother turned, raising her face for a kiss, a different kiss than the hot wet kisses of yesterday. This kiss began softly, our tongues gently probing. As our kiss intensified, got hotter, we pressed our crotches hard against one another. Breaking off the kiss, mother asked me softly, "David, what have we started?"

Coffee was forgotten as I led Mother back to the living room couch. We sat. "David, I have to admit, I don't know much about making love. Your father and I never got beyond the basics. I enjoyed that, but from listening to other women, I think we missed a lot." 

I put my arm around her, hugged her and replied, "I am no expert either, mother, but we can start with what we do know and learn more together."

We embraced and kissed softly, passion building. I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, followed by her bra. Mother did not have large breasts, but they were plump and fit her body style well. Her nipples grew hard as I tweaked them, then pulled her to me to suck them. She unbuttoned my shirt and opened my belt, sliding her hand across the tight denim barely restraining my engorged dick. I stood, removed my shirt and pants, but left my shorts on. My hard-on was rampantly obvious, with or without shorts.

I knelt before her and pushed her skirt up. She opened wide for me. I leaned in, running my tongue from her bottom to the top of her swollen red lips. Mother gasped. I raised her legs onto my shoulders, ran my tongue up and down her lips and around her clit. I stiffened my tongue, pushed it into her, tongue fucking her as deeply as I could. I sucked her clit. She moaned in ecstasy. She had an orgasm then. Her hands grasped my hair, pulling me tighter to her, into her warm, wet and very fragrant pussy. Her thighs clamped my head. She pulled me tighter to her. Her heels thumped against my back as she moaned, "don't stop, don't stop." I continued to eat Mother. She came continuously; orgasm following orgasm so closely there was hardly a pause. She was about to lose consciousness when she pushed my head back. I eased her back to earth by softly licking at her labia and rubbing my unshaven face along her thighs.

I moved back. She slid off the couch to kneel facing me. We kissed, a wet, open-mouthed kiss. She tasted her pussy juice on my tongue and licked more off my face. She reached for my shorts, pushed them down over my hard cock, as far as they would go. I lay on my back and kicked them off. My rigid prick stood straight up. Mother hesitantly reached for it slowly rubbing her hand along it.

Mother told me no one had ever gone down on her. She explained, "Since your father died, I have not gone out much. The few times I have had sex I didn't let it get too far. I was afraid men would think anything but 'usual' was kinky. Maybe that's why my affairs never lasted long." She paused, musing, then continued, "I have never felt such a thrill, or had an orgasm so strong and intense as what you just did to me, for me." She went on, "I've never kissed a man 'down there' either."

I pulled her down to lie alongside me and spoke as I stroked her hair, "Mother we are both learning. You can kiss me there when you are ready. I will like it and probably you will too."

She replied, "I do want to, and I want to now. I just don't know how."

"You'll do fine," I told her, "just trust your instincts." I gently eased her face toward my cock. "Make love to him, like you would to me."

She experimentally kissed his tip at first, then opened her mouth and slid her lips down over my cock. Mother sucked a bit timidly at first, but soon became enthusiastic. There was nothing expert about my mother's first attempt at a blow job, but the thrill of getting a blow job from my mother, the very 'wrongness' of the whole idea, brought me quickly to the verge of climax.

"I'm coming." I warned her.

She lifted her head to look at me. "I want you to." She said, lowering her head back to my manhood. I came quickly then, shooting my load of hot come into her eager mouth. She continued sucking, milking my cock of the last drops. Finally, she lifted her head from him and moved to lie next to me. Her hand behind my head brought my face to hers for a kiss. She hadn't swallowed. As we kissed my come flowed from her mouth into mine. I loved it. I had never tasted my own come and now, mixed with the funky sweet taste of Mother's pussy, it seemed like the liquor of the gods. We kissed open-mouthed for a long time, but finally broke for air. She swallowed then. So did I.

"Was that good?" my mother asked, inquiring about her first ever blow job.

"Wonderful." I replied as I leaned down to kiss her.

She touched my, now soft, cock and smiled. 

"I never dreamed I would do such a thing," she said softly, "but I loved it, and what you did to me was wonderful." Lightly stroking my cock she continued, "I want more."

As if by Mother's command, I began playing with her tits again, sucking and twiddling her hard nipples, pulling her skirt up, rubbing my hand over her pussy. She moaned softly and kissed me hard. I pushed my finger into her wet pussy and caressed her clit. She moaned again, louder. I added another finger, pushed them deep into her. She thrust back at me. Her hand fondled my cock, working me up to rigid hardness once again. I was young and resilient; it didn't take long. Mother was wet and ready. She rolled onto her back and opened her arms and legs to me. I knelt between her legs. She lifted slightly, lining us up. I rubbed the tip of my hard cock against her clit before sliding it into her wet and willing and wide open cunt. Her hands on my butt pulled me hard into her. Her legs clasped my back, holding me. I filled Mother's pussy with my cock. I fucked her deep and hard. Since I had come not long before, I was able to hold my orgasm until Mother began moaning and thrusting against me.

Last night Mother had come twice, today she came multiple times. Panting, she gasped into my ear, "More, more, don't stop son, don't stop." Rolling over, Mother rode atop me, pierced herself with her son's hard cock, surrounded me with her wet fullness until my come exploded inside her. I grabbed her hips, slid her off my still dripping prick and pulled her up to my face, my tongue searching for her pussy, licking and sucking her cunt, my hot come still inside her. She came again rubbing her hot wet pussy on my face. As her orgasm ended, she rolled off and kissed me, sucking our mixed juices from my lips and tongue. She lay next to me. We cuddled and kissed for quite a while. We still hadn't gotten her skirt off.

Mother rolled to her back, still clad in her skirt, but nothing else. I sat up naked, next to her. Looked over at her. She looked beautiful. Her hair was messed, there was come on her chin, she remained my chunky, slightly overweight mother, but now she was my lover and my mother. There was a glow. She was beautiful.

A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 02



Many thanks, once again, to robertreams who edited this story.

To better understand this part of the story you should read Part 1.

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After a while, mother stood, I gazed up at her. I thought of her as beautiful. Her glow had intensified, her bare boobs over her disheveled skirt struck me as extremely erotic.

"Let's get cleaned up. I'll get us some dinner," she said. "Then we can talk." We went to our own rooms to shower and dress. I had thought we might shower together, but decided to wait until I knew if mother would enjoy it.

We met in the kitchen. Mother wore a long white terrycloth robe. It was closed to her neck. She didn't show much skin. I wore a pair of slacks and a t-shirt. While mother was preparing a light supper I stepped up behind her, put my arms around her, cupping her breasts. She covered my hands with hers, but said, "Later my love, or I won't get anything done."

After we ate, she cleaned the table. After making us coffee, she sat down across from me. "Today has been a wonderful day for me." She told me. "What started out as shame and embarrassment has turned into exquisite pleasure. The only thing marring my joy is that, sooner or later, I have to talk to my sisters. It's not something I'll worry about for now though."

Mother continued, "I haven't forgotten I'm your mother. What we have done is wrong, but the fact is I don't care." She paused then continued, "I need to know how you feel."

I didn't hesitate. I knew the answer, "mother I love you," I said, "I want to be your lover."

Mother looked pleased, "Then let's learn more about each other. Today is Saturday, so we have tonight and tomorrow before you need to go back to school." She stood, held out her hand to me. She led me to the couch. Mother sat with her legs tucked up under her looking demure. I sat next to her holding her hand. "David," she began, "I want to know the things I can do to please you. I think we have started something. Maybe something grand. I want to make it as good for you as I can."

"You've already started." I responded. "Wearing a dress without panties under it is a big turn on for me."

"You mean," she giggled, "I did the right thing without knowing it."

"You sure did." I told her, "It makes me want to bury my face in your pussy. To eat you. To inhale your scent. To drink your juices."

Mother hesitated, "I'm not used to talk like that," a pause, "it does excite me though. Do you want me to use those kind of words? I think it will be hard for me. I don't know all the words, but I can try."

"I would find it exciting" I told her, "But do it when you are ready. Don't force it. Let's take it slow. Let's enjoy the discoveries we make about each other."

Mother asked, "Tell me about when I kissed you down there. What can I do to make it better for you?"

"Try making love to my cock," I told her, "lick him, rub him on your face, run your tongue around his tip. When you suck me, let your teeth run along his length. Be more playful, explore. Try different things. There might be things that turn me on that I don't even know about. Yet. Help me find them."

"How about your pleasure?" I asked, "What can I do to make it better for you?"

Mother thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know. I don't have enough experience, yet. Everything is so new and exciting for me. I can hardly wait for more." She thought for a moment then added, "There is one thing. I really enjoyed it when you kissed me down there. What is it called?"

"Eating you," I replied. "Going down on you."

"It sounds very apt." She said. "I like the sound of it." She giggled. "It sounds so dirty. It was a wonderful experience."

"Tell me about the fantasies you said you had about me." I asked her.

She spoke softly, "They were kind of indistinct, I sometimes dreamed of you on top of me, I knew I wanted you there. I felt it was natural. Sometimes I woke up hot from my dream. I usually masturbated then. I knew you masturbated too, but I never mentioned it because I didn't know how to bring the subject up. A couple of times when I found your seed in your underwear I got so excited I played with myself. Sometimes I thought about walking in on you while you were doing it, but I never had the nerve. I didn't masturbate much, I was ashamed of my needs, but a couple of years ago I bought a vibrator. I used it when I needed to."

The idea of my seemingly prudish mother masturbating while thinking about me blew my mind. I told her so, adding, "I would like to watch you play with yourself or using your vibrator. I want to watch you make yourself wet, I want to watch you come."

Mother thought for a moment then replied. "Maybe when I get more comfortable with all these new experiences. Right now," she said, "let's go to the bedroom. It's our bedroom now. Not just mine any longer."

I followed mother, still in her terrycloth robe. When we got to the bedroom she turned on soft lighting. She smiled at me. "I fixed these lights earlier. I didn't know what would happen, but I could hope." She stood by the bed. Opening her robe, she let it slide to the floor. She was wearing a red silk mid-calf nightgown, very low cut in front, tight over her breasts and hips. She looked very sensuous. I gazed at her, drinking in her sexuality. She told me, "I bought this to wear for your father, but I only got to use it a couple of times. I have put on weight since so it is tight on me, but I wanted to wear it for you." She continued coquettishly, "Don't you want to see what I'm wearing under it?"

I didn't need a second invitation. I dropped to my knees in front of my mother. I rubbed my face against her silk covered mound. My hands slid down her thighs to the hem of the nightgown. I pushed the gown up to expose the delta of her pubic hair. She was not wearing panties. Her swollen lips peeked through the tangle of brown hair, pearls of moisture forming on them. I pushed her onto the edge of the bed. I started by licking the inside of her thighs. "You have a beautiful pussy mother" I told her, "so wet, so very warm." I buried my face in her, absorbing her sweet musky fragrance. I drank the salty sweet fluids of her womanhood. I massaged her clit with my tongue sucking it, lightly nibbling it. I ran my finger deep into her. I ate my mother's cunt. Her legs clamped my head as her hands pulled me tightly into her. She moaned as I sucked her. I thrilled as she came with a shudder that shook her whole body.

I stood when her legs released me. She sat up, reaching for my belt buckle. Opening my pants, sliding them over my hips, freeing my hard cock. She quickly pulled my shorts down. I kicked them off my feet and pulled off my t-shirt. My hard cock pointed at her face. She leaned forward to kiss it, only the tip, then rubbed it against her cheek. She pulled me down with her. We lay next to each other exchanging hot kisses. Her nightgown was pulled up to her waist. I played with her tits through the silk. I freed one plump tit so I could suck on it, then the other. She fondled my stiff dick, rubbing it against her hot, wet slit. She rose to her knees, lowering her mouth to my cock. I pulled her over me to straddle my face. We sucked each other. Licked each other. Each of us trying to please the other.

She rolled off me, lying on her back with her legs splayed. She said it then, almost whispering. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck your mother."

I knelt between her legs. My rock hard manhood slid into her slick wet cunt. Having broken the ice, she seemed more able to talk dirty. "It's so big, I love it, fuck me." I fucked her hard. I pulled back rubbing the tip against her clit. Thrusting home again. Our bodies moving together in an age old rhythm. I felt the shivers start through her body. Thrills of anticipation ran up my spine. My lust overflowed as she came in a great rush. Her body heaving. Thrusting into me. She repeated again and again, "fuck me, FUCK ME." Her arms tightened about me. Her legs clasped together on my back. Her hips raised high taking my manhood deep into the heat of her passion. Our wet mouths ground into each other as orgasm followed orgasm. I felt my come racing through my cock. I exploded deep into her as she soared on yet another climax. I collapsed on top of her. She held me tight. We were replete, completely satisfied, for the moment.

We whispered to each other, "I love you." We slept together in each other's arms. My mother's red nightgown still pushed up over her hips, her breasts exposed.

Mother woke first. She woke me with a shower of kisses. Not sexual, but loving. When she saw I was awake, she smiled, a beautiful smile I had not seen from my mother for a long time. Probably before we lost my father. "You are my lover now." She told me, "It is you I love."

I pulled my mother to me for a full kiss on the lips. Her nightgown was still much as it had been when we went to sleep. She took the initiative pushing her tongue past my lips to coil around mine. I reached for her tits with one hand, held her tight with the other. Her nipples were hard. I took one in my mouth while my hand drifted down to her pussy. She was already wet. I worked my finger past the lips to rub her clit. I pushed my finger inside her, reaching back behind her clit to find her g-spot, working it as though I was rubbing my palm with my middle finger. Mother gasped, lifting her hips. She thrust against my intruding finger. I loved the effect I was having on her. I pushed another finger into her. As I nibbled her nipples she thrust harder against my hand, fucking my fingers until she reached an orgasm. Her whole body quivered. She was gasping unintelligibly. I kept her on a high for a long time, playing with her clit and her G spot. While she was still coming, I lay between her legs. I brought my face to her pussy. The erotic, musky scent of her fresh nectar, mixed with the stale scent of our mixed come from the night before, was intoxicating. I buried my face into her wet pussy, absorbing the fragrance.

The tart taste of last night's loving spurred me to greater efforts. I sucked her. I ate her cunt. I avidly licked the flowing liquors. She came, came again. Her legs wrapped around me. Her heels drummed against my back. She thrust her pussy into my face. Her hands grasped my hair, pulling my face further into her, rubbing her essences over my face as she thrashed about. She kept repeating, "Eat me! Eat me! Don't stop." When she finally could not take any more, she pushed my head back to lie catching her breath.

She still had her hand on my head, gently stroking it. She said, "Come up here to me, David." She gave me a hot open-mouthed kiss, tasting the juices on my lips. She licked the taste from my face, my lips and my tongue. She reached to fondle my hard cock. "Should I practice eating you?"

"I would love it." I replied, "But let's save it for later, I can only preform a limited number of times."

"Okay, then, I'll just kiss it a little to let you know I am willing." She pressed her lips over my cock, licking the stale nectars from me, much as I had cleaned them from her pussy. She stopped before I came. We exchanged a long deep kiss. We lay there, in one another's arms for a while, until mother stirred, saying it was time to get up.

We showered together. We lovingly washed each other giving special attention to genitals, nipples and asses. Mother sucked on my nipples as she washed them. It was a delightful sensation. I sat on the shower bench to suck her tits as the water cascaded over us. She held me tight like a nursing baby. We dried each other. Mother dressed in a very sexy bra with matching panties. I had to go to my own room to get clean clothes since there were none in her room.

I got to the kitchen first, dressed about the same as the day before, slacks and a t-shirt. After I started the coffee I poured us each a glass of juice. Mother soon joined me wearing her white robe closed up to her neck. She took over kitchen duties. Serving us each a bowl of cereal with sliced strawberries.

She seemed to move more gracefully today, but maybe it was my new outlook. She had the glow I had noticed the day before that 'well fucked look.' I knew I loved her. But I lusted for her too. I wanted her body. I wanted to feel her naked breasts, to suck her clit, to taste her sweat, to lick the hot juices of her pussy. I longed to ram my manhood into her hot, slick snatch. But, overlaying the lust was a love I had not felt before, a tenderness for her.

Mother cleared the table. We sat there for a while drinking coffee. "Tomorrow," she said thoughtfully, "you go back to school and I have to work."

"I'll be home next week." I replied.

"I know, but I'll miss you. I'll miss our new relationship too. I will keep busy. Besides work I have to make amends to my sisters for the embarrassment I caused them."

"I'll miss you too, mother. It will be a long week without you."

"Don't ignore your studies," she said, "you are too close to finishing. We will need to think about what you want to do after graduation."

"I know mother. I had thought I would go to work. If I wanted to I could continue my education in a year, or two. Things have changed now."

"David," mother said seriously, "don't let what has happened between us hurt your future." After a pause she continued, "We will have to talk more about it another time."

"Now" she said smiling, "Let's exchange more secrets. I'll go first"

"I haven't forgotten what you told me about wearing a dress, or robe, without panties." She told me, "But, sometimes I think I would like to wear them so you can take them off me."

"I like the thought of sliding them off you. Watching your sweet sex come into view." I thought for a moment. "I like the thought of kissing the wet spot in your panty crotch. Maybe you should only go without when you really want me to eat you right away."

"It's my turn now." I thought a bit, then went on, "I think I would like you to wear nylon stockings when we make love. I think the feel of them on my face and body would be exciting. In fact, the sight of you with stockings would be a thrill.

Mother smiled, "I'll need to go shopping. I have some pantyhose, but I don't think that is what you mean."

I thought for a moment, then told her, "Maybe we should look on the Internet to see what we can do to please each other."

"We can look, she replied, "but I am overwhelmed already with new experiences. I don't want to go too fast. I want our joy to last. We can always try new later."

I agreed with her, I had experienced some of the best sex I had ever had, from a woman who had little experience of her own, only willingness.

Mother stood then telling me. "The housework must be done." She straightened up the kitchen, as I drank more coffee, then motioned for me to follow her to the bedroom. When we got there she shed her robe. She stood with bra and panties. "Another of my secrets," she said, "I like to walk around with only bra and panties when I'm alone." Then added, "Now, when I'm with you."

We made the bed, took the soiled clothes to the laundry. We took care of a few other items. The housework done we went back to the living room couch. Mother looked at me and said, "You have too many clothes on. You can keep the t-shirt and shorts if you like, but off with the pants."

I sat next to her on the couch in my shorts. Mother smiled again and told me, "Let's continue our vocabulary lessons."

We did for an hour or so; my mother learned the names for cock, prick, pussy, cunt, blowjob, come and many others. Often with explicit explanations. By the time we were done, she was rubbing my cock in my shorts. She was breathing heavily. She straddled my lap. Kissing me hard while rubbing her panty clad pussy over my hardening cock. She was very aggressive, pushing her tits into me. Rubbing her crotch on mine. Whispering to me, of her desire for me to fill her empty cunt. It didn't take long for me to get fully hard. She reached down to free my cock from my shorts. She grabbed it rubbing it against her the crotch of her panties. I was busy getting her bra off. Exposing her tits for me to suck. I kneaded them as I licked the nipples. I rubbed my face against them luxuriating in the sensual softness. A soft moan showed her pleasure.

I stood her up in front of me then. Leaning forward I started kissing her body from her tits down to her plump belly. I slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. I kissed her pussy through her pants and licked the wet spot at her crotch. I grasped the top of her panties, sliding them over her hips to expose her cap of pubic hair. I kissed her body, I licked her navel, I turned her to kiss the cheeks of her ass, then turned her back again. I pushed her panties further down to view the swollen lips of her cunt, dewy with the juice of her lust. The panties fell to her feet. She stepped out of them while spreading her legs to allow me to run my tongue over her wet muff.

Mother knelt then facing me, hugging me tight, kissing me hard. "I want so much," she murmured, "I don't know where to start."

She pushed me onto my back. Kneeling between my legs she pulled my shorts off. She licked her lips when my dick sprang into full view. Her wet lips took in my cock. She ran her lips down the length of it, slid her teeth along the hardness.

"I want to see you come." She told me. Grasping my rigid cock in her hand she started stroking me.

"Bring me your pussy," I told her, "I want to eat you."

She quickly swung around to straddle my face while she continued to jerk me off. Every few strokes she would lick the tip. I sucked her clit. I stiffened my tongue pushing it deep into her. I rubbed my nose on her clit. I tongued her from bottom to top. She was wet. Nectar flowed from her, coating my face.

When I felt ready to come I told her so. My mother responded by picking up the pace. As I could feel my approaching orgasm I thrust my hips into her fist, I wanted her mouth on my manhood, but she wanted to see it all. When I came it felt like a great explosion. Come flowed from me over her fist, some shot up onto her face. Mother came with me, pushing her pussy into my face as I licked it. I sucked her. I drank her sweet juices. As I continued to eat her mother licked my cock clean. She swung around so we lay face to face.

"That was nice," she said as we licked the juices of our lovemaking from each other's faces.

We didn't do much for the rest of the day, except about mid-afternoon I packed for my return to school.

In the evening, after a light supper, I found some sites on the Internet she could look at. One of them, 'Literotica', looked like something she might like. For now we just bookmarked a few of the better sites for her to look at later.

We went to bed early. We made love slowly, gently. Where mother had been aggressive earlier she was now sweet and loving. She got hot and wet. She got on top. She rode my cock, but without any of the earlier frenzy. As she rode me, I played with her clit. Then, grasping her hips, I lifted her off my dick. I brought her to my lips so I could eat her cunt. She rubbed her snatch over my face smearing me with her juices. Then she was back onto my hard dick. Her whole body vibrated as waves of bliss tore through her. 

Her mouth was on mine with hot wet kisses as we rolled over. I was on top, pumping my manhood into her snug cunt. We came together the second time. Her hips were thrusting into me. Her arms and legs clasped me tight. Thrills were running up my spine as my come exploded deep into her hot cunt. I collapsed on top of her. We exchanged wet kisses as I softened inside her.

We slept naked together again. The next morning, early, after loving goodbyes, I left for school. Mother had to dress for work.

On the way to school I thought about one of the last things mother said. "Everything that is so wrong feels so right."




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 02



I arrived back at school in plenty of time for my first class. I went to my apartment first. I threw my suitcase on my bed. My roommate, another engineering student, wasn't there.

I got back into the swing of things in a day or so. It had been an eventful weekend. My mind tended to wander a little more than usual. Always to the same subject, mother.

I did take the time to complete arrangements to return the next year to start work on an advanced degree. I had already been accepted. I only had to finalize things.

Mother and I e-mailed each other every day, but she kept it low key. Then Thursday I received a hand written letter in the mail. It began.

'My Darling,

I thought I would write to you since e-mail seems a bit impersonal to me. It's probably less private too.

I called both your aunts and made profuse apologies. They both seemed to accept them, but I did get a couple of lectures about drinking. I'm glad I wasn't talking to them in person. I would never have been able to keep a straight face. If only they knew happy I am with the outcome.

I bought some things especially for you, I can't wait to model them for you. I bought some nylons. I got a garter belt too. I wasn't sure about the garter belt, but I checked a porn site and all those ladies wear them. (They all wear very high spike heels too.) I tried on some of my new things and I looked hot!

I'll be waiting for you tomorrow evening.

I love you,

Your loving mother

PS: I've been practicing my vocabulary. I'm becoming quite proficient at talking dirty. I like the new feelings I've been experiencing. I want to be your wanton, slutty, perverted lover.

But I want to care for you, nurture you and mother you too.'

When I got home Friday evening my mother met me at the door. She was wearing one of her severe work outfits, conservative blouse with a skirt. She wasn't wearing panties, but she was wearing nylons and heels. 



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 03



Many thanks to tangentjoker who edited this story.

All characters are older than 18. This story is about an incestuous relationship.

To better understand this part of the story you should read Parts 1 & 2 first.




I arrived home from college in late afternoon. My mother met me at the door with a tight hug.

She whispered in my ear. "Your Aunt Janet is here." She moved aside to let me enter. As I stepped into the house, I looked at her. She was dressed conservatively in her work clothes. A high necked blouse and a well fitted gray skirt. The skirt made her ass look great even though she was slightly overweight. She was wearing nylons with high-heeled shoes. The heels weren't as high as you see in porn movies. But they did do nice things to her legs. I dropped my bag then followed her into the kitchen to greet my aunt.

My Aunt Janet is six years older than my mother. She had just turned fifty years old. She lives about a half hour's drive away, so she visits once in a while. Mother's other sister, Edith, lives over an hour away, so we do not see her as often.

Aunt Janet and mother had been sitting at the kitchen table chatting. When I walked in my aunt jumped up, gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Mother told me to sit down. She brought me a cup of coffee before sitting back down herself.

"I was just telling your mother how wonderful she looks," my aunt said turning to me. "Whatever she is doing certainly agrees with her. I hope she keeps on with it." I wondered if there was a double meaning in what she said.

We chatted a little longer, then Aunt Janet invited us to lunch the following Saturday. "Earl," her husband, "is going to be at his brother's all week. I'll be home all alone." Aunt Janet had two grown daughters, both married. Neither one lived very close to her. Mother looked at me, when I nodded she agreed for both of us, but added. "If nothing comes up." 

Aunt Janet left soon after. As soon as she was gone mother grabbed me by the hand saying, "I've missed you so much, all week." She led me to the bedroom. She was tearing her blouse and bra off as I got rid of my pants and shorts. Mother left her skirt on lifting it to display her nylon sheathed legs with the garter belt. Something about my mother with a skirt over a bare pussy is exciting for me, very exciting. She still had her heels on. She looked wanton and sexy. Her skirt pulled up to her waist she lay on the bed her legs splayed. She held her arms up to me.

I was hard, ready. My dick was throbbing as I joined my mother, we clasped each other tightly. I rained kisses on her tits. More kisses on her body. I worked my way down to the dark brown delta of her pubic hair capping the glory of her cunt. I buried my face in her hot wet pussy. I absorbed the scent I had missed so much for the past week. Her hands were in my hair as her nylon clad legs enclosed me. I sucked her clit. I fucked her with my tongue until I felt the quivering foretelling an imminent orgasm. Mother was thrusting her hips into my face. The erotic friction of her stockings sending shivers through my body. She pulled me tight into her aromatic pussy. She was mouthing unintelligible syllables when I rose up to mount her. Thrusting my rock hard manhood into her welcoming cunt. My mother never stopped coming when I started to fuck her. I was already well on the way to my own orgasm. We devoured each other with sloppy wet kisses. I bit her tits as I pumped my hard manhood into her. Both of us were soaring on a rising crescendo of lust when I shot my come into her hot cunt.

As I collapsed on top of her she whispered to me. "David my love, my son. How I love you." 

We dozed off to wake about dinner time. Mother threw on a robe. She leaned down to kiss me. "I'll go fix us something to eat." She told me. "I moved a lot of your clothes in here, your robe is hanging in the closet." 

When I got to the kitchen mother was fixing us each a sandwich, walking around with her robe open, wearing nothing more except for her garter belt with nylons. She hadn't taken her heels off. I found it extremely erotic. My dick started to harden again. I couldn't help but think about how she would have been dressed before we became lovers.

While we were eating our conversation wandered over various topics. Mother said. "I planned a special dinner for tomorrow evening. Candlelight and all." We then talked about my plans for the future. Mother was pleased I had decided to continue my studies. When I brought up mother's work she said, "I am having trouble acting like a firm, strict, old lady executive. I keep wanting to smile." She continued, "every time I think of you my pants get wet. I finally started using absorbent pads and carrying extra panties in my purse." She laughed again.

Mother reached across the table and clasped my hands. "I feel so wonderful," she said, "it is like the early days of my marriage." She got serious then, "I loved him very much, he was a good husband and father while he lived." She sat for a while thinking, then smiled and squeezed my hands.

"I can't help wondering," she mused, "whether I was always like this. If I kept it hidden, or if there has been a big change in me." She continued, "I thoroughly like the new me, I enjoy feeling wanton and slutty." She looked at me thoughtfully then continued, "It is only for you. I don't think I could be this way for anyone else."

Mother touched on Aunt Janet's visit. "It was a little strange. Janet was complaining that Earl seemed to have lost interest in her. It is very unusual for her to talk about her sex life. Then she said she wished she had a son like you. A little later she told me whatever I was doing to keep it up, because I looked great."

"Let's go in the living room to continue our education," she said as she stood up, pulling me with her. We went to the couch sitting next to each other. "You first," she said. "I think I have told you all my secrets,"

I said. "Remember I don't have any more experience than you. I will say I really enjoy your new vocabulary with your new slutty ways. The garter belt with the nylons gave me a huge thrill, I wanted to bury myself in your pussy."

Mother clasped herself with a small shiver, "You send goose bumps up my spine," she replied. "I can only tell you about my new discoveries. About how I like my new vocabulary, I never knew there were so many descriptive words. About how much I like to please you. About how much you please me. About how free I feel." She went on, "I did buy some new nightgowns and lingerie, but not too many. I don't know yet what you like. I also found a website describing how to give good head. What a great term that is." She added mischievously.

"I am so enjoying our times together David." My mother said. "I know there is much more to learn; about myself, about you." She thought for a bit, then added. "We have already told each other a lot. Maybe we should ask questions? 

"Ok, you go first." I agreed.

"Ok, tell me how you like me to hold you when we are making love, or you go down on me?" She started.

"You already know about the nylons," I told her, "When I go down on you I like you to clasp me with your legs. Push me into you with your feet on my back. I like it when you pull me into you with your hands on my head, or in my hair. When I am on top of you, fucking, I like your legs around me. On my back, or looped over my legs. I love the feel of the fabric." Pause, "generally the more you can make nylon contact with my skin the better I like it. They look sexy too. The garter belt is hot."

"Your turn now." I told her.

She thought for a minute, "My own inclinations are a lot like yours. I liked it when I was sucking you and you twisted your fingers in my hair, it hurt, but it was good. It made me feel submissive. When I'm sucking you I like your legs around me, or maybe just pressed into my sides, clasping me. The tighter you hold me the better it feels, the more I want to suck you.

"When we're fucking it's different." She thought for a moment. "When I'm on top I feel like I'm in control. Watching your expression. Seeing what I'm doing for you, especially when you come, makes me feel like a goddess."

After a pause mother continued. "When you're on top it makes me feel different, yet again. I want to hold you then, to clasp your body to mine, to feel my flesh against yours. If I could I would draw your whole being into mine, as it once was."

We sat for a while then went to the computer. We pulled up some porn sites on the computer, but mother seemed to like the written stories better. 'Literotica' was already bookmarked. We read a few of the stories. "David, I have always been prudish. I think I still am," she said thoughtfully, "I like reading about these things, but some of the videos we looked at put me off a bit. We can look at some more tomorrow. Maybe we can find some we both enjoy."

We sat on the couch snuggling, exchanging lots of "I love yous." I felt very close to her. We turned on the TV, but didn't really watch it. We kind of mutually decided it was time for bed.

In the bedroom she kissed me hard then said. "Let me shower and get ready for you. You use your old shower. Come back when you are done. If you are wearing more than shorts I will be angry. By the way, I moved a lot of your clothes in here so you better take clean underwear with you." She showed me where it was.

Mother was still in the bath when I returned so I got in the bed propping my back up on some pillows. She came out of the bath wearing a short red nightie with very brief black panties and a black lacy bra. She had on her nylons with the garter belt, the panties on top. She was also wearing heels, she looked gorgeous.

She was acting a little shy at first, this was new to her, despite the new found feeling of wantonness. It was new to me too. No girlfriend had ever done anything like this for me. I held out my arms to her and she came to me.

Holding my mother I told her how beautiful she looked. She was wearing a very alluring perfume that suited her very well. She felt wonderful as she snuggled into my arms.

I would have been content to hold her so all night, but nature took over. My cock started to get hard. Mother felt it, reached down to play with it. I soon had a raging hard on. I pushed her panties down her legs. She grabbed the top of my shorts, pushed them down to join hers on the floor. She pulled her nightie off. I unhooked her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. She lay next to me playing with my hard dick as I sucked and pinched her nipples.

Mother pushed me onto my back. She straddled my hips, positioned herself over my manhood, lowered her slick wet pussy onto it. She fucked me smoothly with gentleness. It lasted a long time, she had several orgasms, her body quivering as she showered me with wet kisses. I came with her the last time. Thrills raced up my spine as I shot my load deep into her. I kept her on top of me until I softened. Then I pulled her up over my face to lick her cunt. Her nylon clad knees against my cheeks. I sucked her clit. I tongue fucked her. I covered her vulva with my mouth and sucked the nectar from her. She shuddered as she came again, more intense than before. Her hands pulled me into her hot womanhood, holding me a willing prisoner, my face buried in her wet pussy. When mother was sated she slid back from my face, leaning forward she kissed me. She licked her essences from my face.

We lay together until we fell asleep, very much in love.

Mother woke first. I opened my eyes to see her sitting cross legged looking at me. When she saw my eyes open she leaned over and kissed me. "Good morning my love. I'll go make coffee." She slid off the bed, grabbed her robe from the closet and slipped it on.

When I got to the kitchen there was already juice for me on the table. Mother handed me a cup of coffee. I was dressed in shorts covered by a robe. Her robe was not belted, it swung open as it had at supper the night before. We set at the kitchen table sipping our coffee without speaking until mother said softly, "I feel relaxed and wonderful this morning."

"I think I have found another secret,' she told me. "Let's go make the bed." When we got to the bedroom she kissed me hard then said, "I love the smell of sex, even old sex. It's my new secret, I just realized it this morning when I was sitting there watching you."

She led me to the bed. Lying on top of me she shoved my arms up over my head. She was in one of her aggressive moods. She brought her face to my armpit. She inhaled deeply licking me a few times. She slid down my body then, kissing me as she went, She lay her head on my upper thigh as she inhaled the scent of our mixed cum from the night before.

I recalled the fragrance of her pussy the past weekend when I had eaten her after the previous night's fuck. "Turn around," I whispered, "bring me your cunt." She did, quickly.

We lay head to groin. Sometimes one, or the other, on top. Sometimes on our sides facing each other. We inhaled the exotic scents of each other. We licked each other clean. We tasted our stale cum. We delighted in the slightly tart taste, the smell of sweat and sex, the fresh new juices from my mother's wet cunt.

My mother was shuddering in her orgasms. Moaning around my hard cock; filling her mouth, stretching her lips. Her nylon sheathed legs clasping my head as I licked and sucked at her cunt, breathing the scents of past sex. The friction of her nylons drove me to an orgasm. Thrills rushing through my rock hard cock as I filled her mouth with fresh come. Then we kissed mixing our juices again.

We got up then. Mother said. "Let's shower now. We can start all over." We showered together lovingly washing, then drying each other. She dressed in crotchless panty hose, a sexy red bra, with very brief panties, also red, over the pantyhose. "More of my purchases." Mother explained. I thought she looked delicious and I told her so. I wore shorts. We both wore short robes we left open.

We went back to the kitchen for a light breakfast. While we were eating mother said to me. "That was delightful, even the scent of the sheets added to my pleasure."

"I enjoyed it too," I told her, "I didn't realize I would until I remembered last week when I went down on you after sex the night before." I thought about it for a minute, then added, "I guess we can call it a mutual fetish."

"I can't think of a better kind," Mother replied.

We were both feeling pleasantly tired, but some housecleaning had to be done. We changed the bed, cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms. We moved some more of my stuff into the 'our' bedroom.

Our work done, we were relaxing at the kitchen table with coffee. Mother said thoughtfully. "I wonder if we can find some videos I would like. I really think I can learn from them. I'm already learning from the written stories. I like using my imagination. I try to picture the scenes being described. But with you and I in them." She paused, then continued still in a reflective tone. "We can take a look if you would like to."

"Let's do that." I replied. "I don't know much more about it than you do. It's something else we can learn about together."

We pulled two chairs up to the computer to start the hunt. We really didn't know enough to go right to a site, so we used search. We bookmarked sites, if they looked good.

Big cocks seemed to impress my mother. But when we got to a couple of young women going down on each other I stopped surfing to take a look for myself. Like a lot of men I found the idea of two women making love very erotic. I watched for a while when I felt mother's hand on my semi hard cock. She was fondling it kind of absentmindedly. I looked at her. I saw her other hand playing with her pussy through the red panties. As I watched she licked her lips staring raptly at the screen.

I looked back to the screen. One of the women was on top. Kissing down the other's body as she worked her way down to the shaven snatch. The video ended a few minutes later with the woman on top eating the other's cunt.

Mother snapped out of her trance. "Oh my God, Oh my God." She murmured, "That made me so hot." She paused then. "I never thought a woman could be attractive to me. Much less two women making love. It made me so hot." She repeated.

She looked at her hand on my now throbbing hard dick. She said softly. "But I really want my son's big hard shaft inside me."

About four o'clock mother put on her long robe to wait for dinner to be delivered. It was coming from one of the city's best restaurants. While she waited she set the dining room table with her best linen, china and silverware. A pair of tall candles in the middle completed the arrangement.

The food was delivered. She put in the oven to keep it warm. Mother told me to get dressed for dinner. She went to our bedroom to get dressed herself. My good clothes were still in my old bedroom so I went there to dress. I put on a dress shirt with a pair of good slacks. I was sitting on the couch when mother came in wearing the red nightgown she had bought for my father covered by a very sheer negligee. She was also wearing her very alluring perfume. She looked and smelled gorgeous.

Mother reached out to me taking my hand. Urging me to my feet. She put her arms around my neck. We exchanged a long romantic kiss. She led me to the table then to my seat. Then went to her own next to me.

The dinner was delicious. The background lighting was low. The glow of the candles lent an exotic atmosphere to our dining. My mother had never looked so lovely. Her hair shone, her makeup was perfect, and her attire was a sensuous delight.

Mother poured us each a glass of wine. We toasted our love for each other. She would only drink 2 glasses of wine, she seldom drank more. She laughed, "I haven't forgotten what I did the last time I had more than two glasses." Then, more seriously, "It has been wonderful since."

I reached across the table for her hand. "I want much more than a couple of weekends mother. I want forever. I love you."

We went to the couch, sat snuggled with each other for a long time.

We dozed off for a little while, replete with good food. Then mother stirred saying she needed to clear off the table. We went to the dining room together, to get started.

I came up behind mother as she stood by the table stacking dirty dishes. I put my arms around her my hands resting on her boobs, she covered them with her own hands while I rubbed my growing hard on against the crack of her ass. I slipped the negligee off her. I pulled the nightgown up to her waist. She moaned as I pushed her panties down to her feet. She stepped out of them. She was still wearing the crotchless panty hose. I got my own pants and shorts off. With my hard cock nestled in the crack of her ass I massaged her clit until her juices were running down her leg. I pushed her down to lean over the table as I entered her from the rear. Thrusting my hard cock into my mother's slick and willing pussy I fucked her hard on the white table cloth amidst the dirty dishes. The friction from her nylon clad ass rousing me even more as I pumped my hard cock into her.

I played with her clit with one hand as I thrust into her. She was playing with her tits herself. She came hard, the quivering building until it was a shudder. She was almost shouting, "fuck me." At the height of her orgasm I felt the electric thrill run up my spine. Spasms racked me as I thrust harder, ramming my cock into her, slamming my groin into her nylon covered ass. I released my come, shooting it deep into her pussy. I pumped her until I got too soft. My legs were weak, they could hardly hold me. I went to my knees watching our mixed come seep from her cunt.

We went to bed soon after, leaving the dishes for morning. We slept as we were, me with only a t-shirt, mother with a red nightgown and pantyhose, but no panties.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 03



I woke first feeling mother lying close, I stretched inhaling the scent of sex. I felt mother's pussy with one hand. I played with her labia until I worked a finger us inside her. As I continued to play with her she started to get a little wet, easing my way. As I rubbed her clit it quickly hardened. Her flow increased. I pushed my finger further into her. I found her g-spot. When I started rubbing it she had an almost immediate orgasm. She woke up as waves of bliss flowed through her. Her hand trapped mine in her snatch. Holding it there until she had enough.

My mother rolled over kissing me. Then pushed my head towards her pussy, "I have last night's fun for you," She said softly, "and I want to clean you up." We went down on each other, I licked her thighs clean. Then moved to her pussy. She licked my thighs first, then all around my groin area. Cleaning her stale essences from me. She licked down under my balls to that very sensitive spot. She may not have known about it, because she looked up, surprised, when I gasped spreading my legs further for her. Then she cleaned my cock, licking and sucking the stale juices. The blood pulsated through my dick as my mother stretched her lips over it, her tongue licking at his tip. The nylon sheathing of her legs rubbing on my face. Her hand on my head urging me, wanting me to eat her eager cunt. We soared together thrills crashing through our bodies as our wet mouths pleasured each other. My mother was thrusting at me as orgasms wracked her. Sucking my manhood, wanting my come. Tasting it, savoring it as I shot it into her welcoming mouth. 

We showered together then dried each other. We couldn't keep our mouths off each other, licking the water droplets from the other's body.

While Mother was dressing I headed for the kitchen in my shorts.

After I started the coffee I poured us each a glass of juice. Mother arrived wearing a robe over her undergarments, but let it stay open. She sent me to get a robe for myself. "We have a few things to do before we start distracting each other."

Mother started cooking breakfast while I cleaned the remains of dinner off the dining room table. I loaded the dishwasher. I threw our discarded clothing into the laundry room. Then we sat together enjoying our breakfast without saying much. When we were done mother cleared the table then poured us each a fresh cup of coffee.

"David," she started, "I don't know what to think about those two ladies eating each other yesterday. I don't recall ever being excited by a woman, or even being mildly attracted. A few times women have made veiled hints to me, but I wasn't interested. I'd like to know what you think."

"Mother," I told her, "I'm probably the last one you should ask about that. The sight of two, or more, women going down on each other is a real turn on for me. Maybe you were picking up on my arousal."

"I guess it's possible," mother replied. "I didn't know you were stimulated by watching something like that." She paused then playfully added. "I imagine watching the real thing would be much more exciting." 

"I imagine it would," I told mother, I looked at her wondering what she was thinking. "But I think what you really want to talk about is your reaction."

"Yes," she said softly.

"Well mother," I told her. "I don't think you should worry about it. If you find yourself desiring a woman you can decide then."

"David," she said, almost whispering. "I've been thinking about my sister Janet."

My aunt Janet is a slim busty woman. She has short hair a shade or two lighter than my mothers. She is about 5' 5", very nicely proportioned. Her melon sized breasts are bigger than mother's. I was in love with my mother, but if she wanted to include Janet in our fun I was willing.

I asked my mother. "This is something new isn't it?"

"Yes," was the short reply.

"Has Janet given any indication she was interested in you, or maybe a threesome?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," my mother said. "Thinking back she may have made very veiled allusions about a threesome when she was here Friday. I didn't get the hint at the time. I'm not even sure it was a hint."

"Mother," I said, "I think you might try to talk to her this week, before we go to her house Saturday. In fact," I continued, "I wonder if her innuendo isn't what got you excited yesterday."

"Maybe," mother replied. "I think I'll call her to see if we can get together for lunch. We've always been close. She may tell me if there is something on her mind."

"Right now I'm ready for a nap." She said.

So was I, we went to the bedroom.

We dozed for a couple of hours, I woke up alone. I wandered down to the kitchen. Mother was there, she put a cup of coffee on the table for me. She got one for herself. "Let's check the computer sites again." She said.

We surfed through a few sites. Then found a video with one man and two women in a threesome. It seemed to excite my mother. It definitely excited me. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts as it got harder. I looked at mother. She had her bra unhooked, hanging loose. One of her hands was squeezing her tit. The other was in her panties. She lifted her ass pushing the panties down and off. She then used her free hand to push at the waist of my shorts, telling me to take them off.

We sat close to each other making as much contact as we could, mutually masturbating. Mother was licking her lips staring at the threesome on the screen. Her lust sent her soaring. Her fingers danced over her clit, thrust into her depths, caused her juices to flow. She quivered as she came, her mouth slack and wet as her eyes stayed riveted to the scene on the screen. 

I was trying to hold back. I watch the video end with everyone climaxing, creamy come was everywhere.

Mother slid out of her chair. She lay on the floor, producing her vibrator from the pocket of her robe. She pushed it into her slick cunt. I knelt near her head my cock aimed at her face. I continued stroking my dick until she was ready to come again. Then I picked up the pace. As she shuddered with a climax I came on her face and tits.

Mother lay on the floor wiping my come up with her fingers. Babbling about the video we had just watched. "It was so exciting. I've never seen anything like it before. I am so hot just watching it." She sucked her fingers then wiped at another spot. "I am so hot." She repeated. She offered her fingers to me. I accepted, sucking them clean. We lay together on the floor as my mother slowly calmed down from watching the threesome video.

When we went to bed, my mother rode my cock. She was wild and thrusting as she came, her orgasm lasted a long time as she brought me to an equally intense climax. The next morning we ate each other clean. Our bodies tangled together. Breathing in the scents. The aromas of past sex. The tartness, the sweetness, the stale nectars mixing with the new flows. 

On the way to school I thought about Aunt Janet and my mother, wondering what would develop.

Wednesday I received an email from mother.

'My Darling, My Dearest,

I had lunch with Janet today. After much beating around the bush. We started to get more specific.

Janet figured out for herself you and I had become intimate. She assured me she approves. To quote her, "If I had a son like David I would have had him in the sack long ago."

Then the conversation got to porn. Janet told me since Earl was paying less attention to her she had been using her toys more. She said she watched porn sometimes while playing with them, she had found Earl's porn stash.

I'm not sure how the conversation got to that point. I may have been leading it, or it may have been her. Up to then I had tried not to give too much information away. I didn't even acknowledge the fact we were lovers. I do love my sister Janet. I want her to be happy. The fact she is even discussing her sex life with me indicates her stress.

I felt I needed to lead her on a little. I confessed you and I had watched some porn. I confided I had been excited by the threesome video we watched.

Janet looked at me. "I get the same feelings from that type of video."

When we parted we gave each other a big hug. I told her she had only to ask if we could help her, "in any way." I put a little emphasize on the last. 

We didn't go too much further along those lines. I will not go further without you. Not just your approval, I mean you by my side.

I am going to erase this email as soon as it is sent. Please erase it at your end too.

I love you,

Mother



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 04



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are over 18.

To better understand this story you may want to read the previous chapters.

*

When I got home Friday evening, Mother met me with a tight hug. She was still in her work clothes. A conservative suit with a high collared blouse, nylons and moderate heels. The suit was well fitted and it showed her ass beautifully. Even the low heels did nice things for her nylon sheathed legs. My mother was slightly overweight, but it made no difference to me. I loved her and we were lovers.

Mother led me to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Getting one for herself, we sat at the table talking. We got to the point quickly: Aunt Janet.

"I'm very nervous," my mother said. "I don't know what I want, I don't know what Janet wants." She hesitated. "I don't even know what you want."

"I want your happiness, Mother," was my reply, but I added, "The idea of you with Aunt Janet does not upset me at all. The idea of you with another man would devastate me. I like Aunt Janet. In fact, I like both your sisters. I think they are attractive and intelligent women. I can understand the attraction Aunt Janet, or even Aunt Edith might have for you."

"Janet is the only woman I have ever thought about that way," my mother said. "I keep coming back to the question of how she feels. Up until now, I haven't thought about Edith."

I held her hand and said, "I'll be with you, Mother."

Mother served us a very good stew for dinner. She told me she had made it the day before. Mother could be a good cook when she wanted to be.

We sat, with after dinner coffee, talking. We soon got around to her sister, Janet, again.

"I love my sister," Mother said. "I won't do anything to hurt her. On the other hand, I don't want to feel like I could have helped and didn't." Mother paused thoughtfully. "I don't know what she wants. I don't know if she knows what she wants. I'm starting to repeat myself."

"You mean she is trying to find her way?" I asked.

"Yes," mother replied. "Don't forget what I told you about the lustful thoughts I had about her. Maybe I'm trying to find my way, too. I need to tell you more about those fantasies, David. You were in them." Mother hesitated. She looked at me with an unreadable expression. "You were the man in the threesome. The one that made me so hot. Not the video, the one in my mind." She hesitated again. "David you are my lover, I don't want to share you but I'm asking you to share me. It's all so confusing. If Janet wasn't my sister I wouldn't even consider the idea."

"Mother," I said as I put my hand over hers. "Are you reading too much into what Janet said?"

"That's one of the things I'm afraid of," Mother replied.

"I guess we'll have to play it by ear," I told her. "Remember, it's not too late to drop the whole idea." 

"I've been reading stories," Mother said. "There are quite a few about a man with two women. A few of them are quite good. If I hadn't been waiting for you to come home, I would have got my toy out." She laughed then.

We went to the computer so my mother could show me some of the stories she found. One was about a situation similar to the one we found ourselves in. We started reading it together. I soon felt my dick getting hard. My mother noticed it. She caressed it through my pants.

She whispered in my ear, "Open your pants. Set it free."

I laughed at her remark, opening my belt and pants. I pushed them down and off. Mother stroked me softly. "I don't want you to cum yet," she told me, speaking softly in my ear.

About half way through the story, my mother turned to me, asking seriously, "David, I think I know but I would like to hear it from you. Do you want to make love to my sister, Janet?"

"I can be truthful about that, Mother. No, I don't." After a pause I added, "That's the wrong question."

Mother thought and said, "Maybe it is. What should I have asked?"

"Do I want to make love to you and Janet together?" I thought then added, "Even that isn't quite right. I want to make love to you. If you are loving Janet then she is part of you. Does it make any sense at all?"

"I think it does." Mother said.

"I need to be completely honest with you," I told her. "You already know watching two women making love is exciting to me. Just as watching a women masturbate is something I find erotic." I looked at her. "The idea of you and Aunt Janet making love is ten times, a hundred times more exciting. You must remember I am biased. You shouldn't base your actions on what I say."

"I'll remember, David," she said, "but I'm not sure it will make a difference."

She stroked my cock then, jerking me off. 

"I know you are horny, David, but I want you for more than a few minutes when I get you." 

We forgot the story as my mother stroked me to a climax. She licked her lips as my cum flowed over her fist. She bent over to lick my cock clean as it softened.

We went to bed soon after that. Mother wore the red nightgown she had bought years ago, to wear for my father. She had not removed her nylon stockings. She had dabbed on a little of her perfume for me. She looked lovely, she smelled beautiful.

She snuggled up to me. We held each other tight. I loved her very much, just then. Our lovemaking was slow and gentle. I caressed her tits. She popped them out of her nightgown so I could suck them. She held my head as I did. I felt her snatch, my hand covering it. I felt the juices flowing from her. My finger slid easily into her, to her clit. She responded with a lift of her butt giving a small gasp when my finger found her g-spot.

"I want you on top," she whispered to me. "Make love to me."

My mother guided my manhood through the lips of her pussy. Then her hands were on the cheeks of my ass, urging me, pushing me and wanting my cock deep in her. She held me then, tightly. Her legs looped over mine, her nylons rubbing sensuously on my flesh. I thrust into her. She raised her butt to take me deep. 

Moaning and quivering she came, thrusting into me, pushing me into herself with her legs; devouring me with wet kisses.

She told me over and again, "I love you."

I fucked her slowly, deeply, my cock rock hard with lust. I was overjoyed to watch her. To experience her orgasmic pleasure, her pussy contracted on my manhood as if milking it. I exploded into her belly, my cum flowing into her welcoming cunt. She held me on top of her, not letting me go. 

"I want you forever, always, forever," she whispered to me.

I held her and petted her. I felt very tender towards her. She held me, too, raining kisses on me.

We had coffee in the morning, followed by a light breakfast and then showered together. I held Mother tightly as water cascaded over us. She held me just as tightly when I sat on the bench, sucking her tits.

We dried each other and dressed. I was ready well before Mother. I went to the living room to wait. Mother wore a very pretty print skirt with a low cut, pale blue blouse. 

"I was nervous about today," my mother said, "but you helped me get over a lot of it."

"Maybe Aunt Janet is just as nervous as you," I told her. "Don't forget you are both trying to decide what you want." 

Just before we left the house, Mother hugged me saying, "Thank you for loving me."

The ride to Aunt Janet's house was uneventful. When we were pulling into the driveway, Mother told me, "If I squeeze your leg, look for an excuse to leave us alone for a few minutes."

Aunt Janet met us at the door with hugs and kisses. She and my mother hugged tighter holding it longer than she did with me.

We sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee, Mother and Aunt Janet chatting as though they hadn't seen each other for months; instead of a few days.

The conversation worked its way around to Aunt Janet's husband, Earl. 

"He left yesterday afternoon," Janet told us. "I don't expect him back until a week from tomorrow."

Mother asked, "Nothing new, then?"

"No," her sister replied. "Still the same."

'How about you?" my mother pressed.

"I seem to be coming to a decision of sorts," her sister replied. She looked at my mother levelly, adding, "Something along the lines I was thinking about when we had lunch Wednesday."

Both ladies moved on to other subjects.

About 11:30 Aunt Janet served us a delicious lunch. She poured wine for all of us. After lunch was over, Mother squeezed my leg. As soon as I could, I excused myself to use the bathroom. I added that I thought I would stroll around a little.

My mother told me, later, how the conversation went:





A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 04



"Roll over on your back" Mother told Janet. "Give your cunt to David. Take his manhood. Fuck him."

Janet rolled onto her back her legs splayed. She tossed the vibrator aside and held her arms up to me.

She was wet and ready. She was snug, but so wet that I slid smoothly into her hot pussy. She gasped. Her arms pulled me to her. She clasped me tight as if afraid I'd get away. My mother lay next to her, still pushing the vibrator into her own pussy. I fucked my aunt, Janet, hard. She responded with thrusting hips and with wild wet kisses. I played with her tits. I kissed them and sucked them. I met my mother, doing the same, several times.

"Fuck me," I whispered to my aunt, "Fuck me." 

She responded to me, whispering back huskily, "Fuck me David. Fuck me like I dreamed."

She screamed when her orgasm hit. Not loudly, but a scream even so. Her hips bucked and she thrashed about. Crying, sobbing, as she held me tight covering me with wet kisses. Her legs clasped mine as she lifted her hips into me. I thrust hard into her. Thrusting my hard cock deep, our bodies were joining, finding the rhythm, my hard cock bringing her sobbing to orgasm after orgasm. 

I felt my own cum starting its way from my balls. The blood was rushing through my cock as I felt the thrills. As I came deep in her belly.

She held me tight on top of her, murmuring, "Oh my God," and repeating herself as she covered me with wet sloppy kisses. I returned them. I held her as tight as she held me.

I softened to the point I slipped out of her. She kissed me a final few times. I rolled off to lie close beside her. My mother was on the other side, raining kisses on her and telling her how wonderful she was.

Mother moved to kneel by me. Leaning down, she gave me a long hard kiss. 

"That gave me a thrill," she whispered. "I never thought it would have. The idea of another woman fucking my son, my lover, should have made me jealous."

Aunt Janet suggested we go upstairs to the bedroom. She had a king-sized bed, so there was room for all of us. 

"Not that we need that much," she said. She giggled. She clasped herself, saying, "I feel so wonderful. I've gone where I never dreamed I could go. Did I scream? I've only done that a couple of times before. It was so good.

"I'll bring a couple of the videos," Aunt Janet said as we prepared to move to the bedroom. "Let's not forget the toys." She giggled again. She looked at mother and me. "Why don't you spend the night? I have extra toothbrushes. David can use one of my razors."

Mother glanced at me and I nodded. 

"That would be nice," she told her sister.

We tumbled into bed. I was in the middle with a naked horny woman on either side of me.

Mother told me in a stage whisper, "You need to fuck me David. Janet can't have all your cum." She looked at Janet and laughingly said, "You and I aren't done yet, Janet. Keep David's cum fresh inside you for me."

"Let's make him hard again" Janet said.

They lay on either side of me licking my cock. They took turns kissing it and then running their lips over it. Even though I had cum, twice, it didn't take much to get me hard again. Two hot naked women can do great things for you.

Mother sucked me. Then her sister took a turn. They both got their vibrators, playing with them as they sucked on my hard cock.

"I need it inside me," Mother said. She rolled onto her back. She opened her arms to me. "Make love to me, David," she said. 

I knelt between her legs. I slid my hard dick along her slit. I rubbed it over her clit. I thrust it deep into her, hard enough to cause her to gasp. I lay on her, thrusting hard into her. I was dimly aware of her sister alongside us using her vibrator. Mother held me tight covering my face with kisses and thrusting her hips into me. Her wet cunt was sliding on my cock. 

"Come for me. Come for me, David. Fuck me. I love you. Fuck me," she said, over and over like a chant. 

The words became a slur as her body soared towards orgasm. She raised her hips so that I was thrusting almost straight down into her, taking all of my manhood she could get. Orgasms flowed through her and flowed over her as I felt myself cumming with her. 

My hot cum flowed into her belly, as I cried out, "Fuck me, Mother. Fuck me."

I collapsed on top of her. She held me tightly. It was the best of the day for me. 

"I love you so much," I whispered in her ear.

"And I love you," she whispered back.

We lay alongside each other, Aunt Janet on the other side of Mother. I dozed off. I was totally relaxed.

I woke up later when I heard Aunt Janet give out one of her screams. I saw her lying on her back, her butt elevated with a pillow. My mother was going down on her while masturbating herself with a vibrator. Aunt Janet was thrashing about. Both of her hands on mother's head, Aunt Janet's legs were holding her tight to her cunt. Mother was rubbing her face in her sister's juices as she sucked on her clit. Both women were cumming hard. The orgasms almost continuous. They finally quit, sated. Mother moved up to lie face to face with her sister. They rained kisses on each other's face and breasts, each hugging her sister.

I dozed off again. A little while later, I saw the positions were reversed. Aunt Janet was eating my mother. My mother's hands were twisted in Aunt Janet's hair, pulling her into her heat. Aunt Janet was pumping a vibrator into her cunt as she pleasured my mother.

I knelt behind my Aunt Janet. My half hard cock lay in the crack of her ass. I took the vibrator from her. I continued pumping it into her wet pussy. I gave her clit plenty of attention, pushing the toy into her hard nubbin and then deep into her tunnel.

With both hands free, Aunt Janet spread Mother's labia; uncovering her glistening wet pussy. Opening her mouth wide to cover Mother's cunt, she sucked the flowing nectar. Mother held her there; both hands twisting Aunt Janet's hair. Her legs clasped her sister's naked body. Both women were frantic with lust. The sensual, musky scents of their juices stormed my senses. Aunt Janet thrust her eager pussy into my hand as I pumped her with the vibrator. Both women were soaring with multiple orgasms. Mother couldn't take any more. She pushed her sister's head away. Aunt Janet lay with her head between mother's thighs as I continued to fuck her with the vibrator. Her body was shuddering with orgasms. My mother stroked her hair as she continued to cum. When she had all she wanted, she asked me to stop. As I pulled the vibrator out of her, she turned to kiss me open mouthed. 

"Thank you," she told me, "it's so much better that way than when I do it myself." 

Mother and Aunt Janet lay together, holding each other, exchanging kisses and caresses. 

I woke up surprisingly early, considering all the activity of the day and night before. The bedroom smelled strongly of sex; a scent both my mother and I found to be erotic.

Aunt Janet woke up shortly after I did, looking confused; but only for a moment. She smiled, then, beautifully. She hadn't noticed I was awake yet. When she saw me, her smile turned even brighter.

Mother woke up too. She saw me first. She reached out to me. 

"Good morning, my love," she told me. Then a smile lit up her face, too, when she sensed her sisters presence.

Janet got up to make coffee. She walked down to the kitchen naked; something she wouldn't have considered before yesterday. We joined her there and had coffee. We showered and dressed, then went back to the kitchen for more coffee.

When Aunt Janet went to the bathroom, mother asked me what I thought about inviting her sister to come home with us. I agreed. 

When Aunt Janet returned, mother told her, "Why don't you pack a few things? Come home with us." 

It didn't take much thought for Aunt Janet to agree. We were ready to go quickly. Aunt Janet said she would drive her own car.

On the way home, I discussed a few things with mother. My finals were coming up. They were only a month away. I wasn't worried about them, but since I meant to continue my studies I had to make the best grades I could. So I was going to have to study for them. It would likely mean a couple of weekends I couldn't get home.

After graduation, I would have the summer free; if I wanted it. I thought I would rather get a job of some sort. Perhaps with a local engineering firm. I had already made some connections in several of them. I would send letters out the following week.

Then I asked mother where she thought the affair with her sister was going. 

"I don't know," she answered. "I really enjoyed yesterday and last night, but I don't know if I want a steady diet of it." She looked out the window then turned to me. "Janet looked like a whole new woman this morning. I'm glad she liked it. I certainly did. You looked like you did, too."

"Let's have a 'Be nice to Janet' day," I told mother.

"That sounds like fun," Mother replied, "but back to the original subject. Where would you like to go with this affair?"

"I want what you want, Mother."

"I want you; only you. Everything else is frosting on the cake," Mother said, sounding emphatic.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 05



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are age 18, or more.

To better understand this story you may want to read the previous chapters.

*

Mother and I arrived home first. Aunt Janet pulled into the driveway shortly after us. She had a small suitcase with her.

We entered through the kitchen. 

"I'll get coffee started, then let's get comfortable," Mother said, "we can order a pizza for lunch."

Mother and her sister headed for the bedroom. I took my shirt off. I thought I might change when the women were done.

The women came back to the kitchen wearing robes over bra and panties. They were chatting happily. Mother sat Janet between herself and me. 

"Janet," Mother began, "we want to make this a very special weekend for you. If you have fantasies about sex we may be able to fulfill them for you. If you have always wanted to try something, we will want to try it, too."

Aunt Janet looked at my mother. "Oh Mary," she blurted out, "it's already been the best weekend of my life. I am so contented I can't imagine anything more. I feel like I should be offering you and David anything you want."

"Well," Mother said, "we're all a little tired, so let's have an early lunch. We can take a nap together."

I called for a pizza. The women chatted like long lost friends. They touched on their sister, Edith. She was the youngest of the three; a little over a year younger than my mother. Janet had been an older sister to both of them. She was six years older than Mother. 

"Edith would never believe any of this," Mother said.

"Don't be too sure," her sister replied. "Edith is actually quite broad minded. And," she continued, "she looked after you kind of wistfully when David hustled you out of the restaurant."

Edith had been divorced for several years. She had never had children. Neither of her sisters had ever heard of any big romances in her life.

"I feel like a big change has happened," Aunt Janet mused. "Only a few weeks ago I would have fantasized about a weekend like this one, but I wouldn't have believed it could ever happen. Now I am in the middle of it. My whole body is alive with the sensations I've been experiencing."

"I know just what you mean, Janet," Mother said. "It was only a few weeks ago for me, too. I had the fantasies, but not the will to do anything about them. A few drinks too many gave me the will to act on my dreams. I made an ass of myself, and embarrassed my sisters, but I love the result.

"I learned lots of new things," Mother continued. "A new vocabulary, for one. Like you, I had never gone down on a man. Never known the ecstasy that comes from hot cum gushing into my mouth. The slick feel of it, the salty flavor, the thrill I get from satisfying my man.

"Until yesterday, I had never made love to a woman. Never knew what an exciting adventure that would be. In fact, until David showed me what a pleasure it is, I had not even dreamt about anyone eating my pussy."

"It was exciting for me too," Aunt Janet said. "I feel like I'm just starting out on a journey. My emotions are on fire. I have feelings of lust and desire I haven't felt in years; feelings of anticipation, of yearning."

"Janet, I love the feeling of wanton sluttiness I have developed," Mother told her. "I find it fun to act like the prim, proper lady executive I used to be. It wasn't an act before. Now I have to try not to laugh when I think of my new way of life.

"Just look at us, sitting here wearing nothing but bra and panties, with open robes." Mother continued, "would either of us have done that before? Call it our awakening; our sexual awakening. Late in life for us, but exhilarating, even so."

"Back to Edith," Janet ruminated. "Do you think she has any of the thoughts we have? She is our sister, after all. Yours and mine seem similar. Maybe it runs in the family."

"Maybe," Mother replied. "We'll be seeing her soon, at David's graduation. If she does have thoughts like us, they may reveal themselves."

"There is something," Aunt Janet spoke tentatively, "a couple of years ago Edith visited me. She was having problems after her divorce. She was talking to me as her big sister. I really shouldn't be telling any of this, but it may have some bearing on what we're discussing.

"She told me that she had several affairs after her divorce. A couple of them were with women. She said that the times with women were fun, but not really very satisfactory. The same thing applied to the couple of affairs with men.

"One remark she made comes to mind. She said, "I feel like I need someone closer." That's starting to make sense now."

The arrival of the pizza interrupted the conversation. I put it on the table, pouring everyone a glass of wine, even Mother.

We all overate on pizza then tumbled onto the bed together for a nap.

We woke after an hour or so. I went to the kitchen to start coffee. Mother and her sister followed a few minutes later. We started talking, again, about the day and night just past.

Janet spoke first: "I am thrilled about what happened. But a little apprehensive too. I want more, many more, such times. But I don't know what you want Mary, or you David. I have to give some thought to Earl, too."

Mother answered, "I'll admit to being apprehensive, too." She paused. "Janet, everything we did together was wonderful for me. If you want more, then I do, too, but I only go with my David. We are a pair."

"A pair I love," replied Janet, "and desire, too; both of you."

I put my two cents into the conversation. I had been a listener, so far. 

"Aunt Janet, you and my mother making love was very exciting to me. Making love to you was just as big a pleasure. I think Mother enjoyed watching you and me together, too."

"I did," my mother put in, "I might not have liked it with any other woman, but you are my sister - who had just made love with me."

"By the way, I bought something special to wear tonight," Aunt Janet remarked.

Mother said, "I had something in mind, too. You can dress in David's old room if you want to."

By late afternoon, I could feel the anticipation in the air. We all sat on the couch, cuddled up, with me in the middle. The TV was on, but no one was really watching it. Janet asked if we would like to watch a video. She had brought several with her.

Mother suggested we wait until later. She said she was going to change soon. Aunt Janet said she needed a little time so she would go start. Mother showed her where everything was and came back to sit next to me. She reached over, fondling my cock through my pants, then pulled me to her for a deep kiss. 

"I am so glad to have you alone," she said, "even if only for a few minutes. I want you tonight. No matter what else, I want your body tonight."

Mother went to change. She was back in twenty minutes looking ready to fuck. She was wearing a short leather vest she allowed to swing open flashing her bare boobs. Her garter belt with nylons framed her bare pussy. Finally, a pair of spike heeled shoes. Her hips swayed as she walked. I started to get hard as she came toward me. She stood in front of me, put one hand on her hip, and said, "Do you like it?"

"I love it." I managed to gasp out.

She knelt on the couch pulling my head to her for a kiss. I inhaled the scent of her perfume. Our kiss quickly turned hot and passionate. I lowered my lips to her breasts, sucking her nipples, and kneading her tits.

Aunt Janet appeared soon thereafter. She came down the stairs in a full length satin nightgown, a soft cream color with delicate embroidery across the bosom.

Mother stood and went to her. 

"Janet, you look lovely." 

She did look lovely. Her hair looked soft and shiny. Her makeup was expertly applied. Her perfume was subtle, perfect for her. She also wore heels. I wanted to see more. I could see she was probably wearing nylons.

Mother put her arms around her sister and they kissed like lovers. She led Janet to a chair instead of the couch. She slid to her knees in front of Janet, rubbing her face against Janet's satin covered mound. Her hands grasped Janet's hips and held her close.

Mother stood and kissed Janet again. Mother turned her so the Janet's back was to her. She put both arms around her, cupping her sister's breasts. She nuzzled Janet's neck and her ears. Janet's hands covered my mother's on her tits.

Janet turned in Mother's arms. 

"Mary, you look so hot!" 

She lowered her head to suck Mother's bare boob. She kneaded it and caressed it as she sucked at the nipple. Mother gasped as she held her sister's head tightly to her breast.

Janet fell to her knees in front of Mother, as Mother had been moments earlier. She pushed her head into Mother's mound, her tongue flicking against her bare skin. Janet licked at her thighs. She forced Mother's legs apart to reach her pussy. Janet was moaning as she licked at Mother. 

"Oh, Mary, you're just like you were in my dream." 

Mother slid to her knees, facing Janet. They exchanged a hot, wet, kiss - mouths open - their tongues danced and twisted with each other.

Mother pulled back from Janet but kept holding her. 

"I need David first Janet. Come with us. We'll both have him."

Mother stood and took Janet's hand. She reached for me as I stood. She led us to the bedroom. I lay on the bed. Janet was beside me. Before my mother lay with us she put the vibrators on the bed tables then she laid next to her sister.

Mother kissed Janet. It was soon hot and passionate. I pulled one of Aunt Janet's tits from her nightgown. I sucked and nibbled it. Janet moaned and thrashed. Her hand held my head to her tit as she hotly returned my mother's kisses.

Janet drew her knees up and opened her legs as an invitation. Mother took one side of the satin nightgown and I took the other. We lifted it to her waist. Janet was wearing nylons up to her thighs. Her light brown pubic hair capped a pussy already weeping with the juices of her lust. 

"Eat her now," my mother told me. 

As I lay between my aunt's legs, my mother was kissing her lips and her tits.

I could smell the perfume Janet was wearing as a perfect complement to the musky scent of her cunt. The lips of her pussy were wet and swollen. They opened enough to show the red of her womanhood peeking through. I put her legs over my shoulders. The friction of her nylons caressed my bare skin.

As my tongue touched her slit, she gasped. She lifted her hips to me. Janet opening her legs further to give me access to her heat. Her arm around my mother tightened. Her other hand grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me into her wetness. I tasted her fragrant juices as they flowed from her. They soaked the satin of her nightgown. The scent of her lust was muskier than my mother's. I savored her essences on my lips and tongue. I sucked her clit. I fucked her as deeply as I could with my tongue. Her heels drummed on my back as an orgasm sent her soaring. I could hear her moaning against my mother's lips as they devoured each other with wet kisses. Orgasm followed orgasm. She was screaming with pleasure. When she was ready to faint, she whispered, "Please stop."

She lay there, her nylon clad legs spread lewdly, too sated to close them. She put her hand on her cunt, whispering, "It feels so good." 

My mother stayed lying close to her. I laid on her other side. She started to recover after a few minutes. She turned to kiss my mother. She then turned to me. She kissed me open mouthed. She licked my face and lips. She savored the nectar of her own body and tasted the juices of her lusts.

She seemed to recover more. She lay on her back with a smile on her face, looking radiant, glowing with the glow orgasm brings. She looked at Mother then at me.

"Thank you both," she murmured.

Mother moved to my side of her sister. She looked hot and desirable. She still wore her heels. Her tits peeked out as her vest swung across her chest. My eyes were drawn to the tangle of pubic hair capping her excited pussy. They focused on the puffy lips of her snatch. She threw her nylon clad leg over mine and rubbed the fabric sensuously over my bare flesh.

I was already hot and hard from eating Aunt Janet. Mother was hot, too, from the kisses they had exchanged. Janet was sated, but she had served to make Mother and me hot for each other.

Mother licked my throbbing cock. She laughed as I pulled her butt around so I could lick her cunt. I saw the dew on her swollen lips. I licked it off her. I pushed my tongue into her to lick her clit. I relished the musky sweet scent of her womanhood. I tasted the essences of her heat.

"I want your cock," she told me. She rolled off me onto her back, her legs open, welcoming me.

I thrust into her hard and fast. There was no finesse, only lust. I pounded her. Her thrusts met mine as we joined in the ancient rhythm. Her body arched under me. 

Her murmuring voice repeated, "Fuck me, fuck me." 

She soared on the wings of pleasure as her body reveled in the waves of bliss pouring into her and through her. She rolled us over and was on top of me, rode me, and impaled her hot cunt on my manhood. 

She leaned forward to let me suck her tit. She showered me with wet kisses.

Her sister laid next to us, rubbing her clit as she watched us.

My mother straightened up, taking all of my cock into her. 

"You need Janet," she told me, gasping with her lust. To her sister she said, "Get up on David, Janet. My David wants you. Ride his face." 

Janet straddled me. My mother's arms went around her to cup her tits. Janet's sweet pussy was in front of me. I pushed my face into its wetness. Mother nuzzled her neck. She twisted her nipples. Janet's nightgown was pushed up to her waist. She looked lewd and desirable. Her hand twisted in my hair as she soared quickly to another orgasm. My mother was speaking softly in her ear. 

"Come for us, Janet. Come for David. Come for Mary." 

My mother was soaring into orgiastic pleasure along with her sister.

With two women cumming on top of me, I was soon pouring my cum into my mother's womanhood. I thrust hard and deep. The electric joy of orgasm sent thrills through my cock. Through my body. Through my every cell. I pumped myself dry in my mother's hot cunt.

We all wound down from there, but it took a while. I softened slowly. Janet kept her hand in my hair and my face close to her fragrant pussy. My mother stayed on top, even as I softened, nuzzling Janet while caressing her tits.

Mother was whispering in Janet's ear, "Would you like to kiss me there now, Janet? Would you like it to be like your dream?" 

I saw Janet nod. 

My mother moved off me to stand. Taking Janet's hand, she helped her to stand, too. I looked at them. Even in my sated state, they looked like two goddesses. My mother was hot with the short vest over her bare boobs, her garter belt, nylons, heels with a bare pussy. Her sister looked elegant in the creamy satin nightgown, also with heels. Hidden were the nylon sheathed legs leading to the swollen lips of her cunt.

My mother led her sister to a chair. The two women embraced. They kissed each other hard on the lips. They started softly. The passion increased. They fondled each other's tits. The ground their groins together. Janet slid down her sister's body to her knees. She rested her head against her sister's mound. My mother spread her legs. Janet's tongue flickered around her cunt.

Mother sat then. She opened her legs to Janet. Her hand on Janet's head urged her into her heat. 

My mother whispered to her, "David's seed is in me. It's waiting for you." 

Mother put her legs on Janet's shoulders. Janet clutched Mother's cheeks to pull herself into her.

Janet pushed her tongue into my mother's wet pussy. She followed with her lips. Sucking and licking, she thrilled my mother. I watched as Janet pushed her face into her sister's heat and rubbed herself in the essences of my mother's cunt.

I picked up a vibrator and knelt behind Janet. I did not want my mother's pleasure to end. I pulled up the back of my aunt's nightgown, and urged her legs apart. I felt her with my finger. She was wet. The juices ran down her leg. I set the toy on high. I shoved it into her. Janet gasped as the thrill ran through her cunt. My mother's heels were drumming on her sister's back. Her hand twisted in Janet's hair and held her prisoner at the snatch. Both women were cumming continuously; shuddering. Janet's screams were muffled by my mother's pussy. My mother finally pushed Janet's head away. She rested it on Mother's thigh as she enjoyed a final orgasm from the vibrator.

We all slept together, pleasantly satisfied, in a tangle of bare flesh, satin and nylon.

I had to get up early to get back to school. After a group hug, with a special hug and kiss for my mother and a heartfelt "thank you" for Aunt Janet, I got on the road. I made it just in time.

Mother and I emailed each other at least once every day. Monday evening, she emailed me: "What a wonderful weekend."

I was planning on staying at school for the weekend to study for my finals. I would miss my weekend at home, but I needed to be prepared.

During the week, I got a few letters off to engineering firms in the area, inquiring about summer employment. I thought the fact I was going to be continuing my education might generate some interest.

Mother's Wednesday email said she was thinking she would like to come to visit Friday Night. 

"I would be leaving Saturday morning, so I wouldn't interfere too much with your studies." 

She went on to say she had already made reservations, but it would be no problem to cancel them.

I emailed her back: "Yes, come."

Mother left work a little early Friday to drive up. She checked into the motel; a rather upscale inn. She called me as soon as she got to her room. I told her I'd be right there.

Minutes later, she opened the door for me. I stepped in. We were in each other's arms as soon as the door closed. We kissed hard, open mouthed, like the lovers we were. Her tits pushed into my chest. Our groins rubbed. 

"I love you," we spoke together.

I stepped back to look at my mother. She had left from work. She was wearing a tailored suit with a skirt that made her ass look delicious. The suit jacket was draped over a chair leaving her with a high collared white blouse. Below the skirt, I could see she was wearing nylons with moderate heels.

I looked around the room. It was large and roomy. Even with a king sized bed, there was plenty of space. There was a round table with four chairs and a desk. 

"I made coffee," Mother said. "Let's have some."

We sat at the table with our coffee. 

Mother said, "I'd like to know what your thoughts are about last weekend."

"Mother," I told her, "it was exhilarating. I can't describe what how excited I got watching your sister going down on you. I started using the vibrator on her so she wouldn't stop eating you."

"It was nice," My mother said. "More than nice; it was electrifying. I never in my wildest dreams ever thought about getting it off with a woman. Much less my older sister." Mother paused then. "Tell me about fucking her. Did you like it? I'm not asking because of jealousy."

"I'd have to say I did," I replied. "A big part of the reason might be because she hadn't had any for such a long time."

"I had a strange reaction, David." Mother said. "I was thrilled when you ate Janet's pussy. I was thrilled again when you fucked her. It made me so hot.

"We need to decide where we want to go from here," My mother said. "We could probably have an orgy every week, but I think we would get jaded. You and I haven't finished learning about each other yet." 

"What would Aunt Janet like?" I asked.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 05



"I had dinner with her at a restaurant Tuesday evening," Mother said. "She was still on a high from the weekend. So was I, for that matter. She thinks it was the high point of her life, so far. She told me she never imagined such thrills. To be honest, neither had I. She wants more. She would have eaten me in the parking lot, if I'd wanted it. I did want it, but reason prevailed. Besides, you weren't there.

"I asked her about other women," Mother continued. "She said I was the one she wanted. I asked her about getting fucked by you. She said it was as big a thrill; that you really filled her. She also raved about giving you a blowjob. It's the first time she ever did it for any man. I think she is a convert. Just like I was.

"Edith came up too, Janet was wondering if she should feel her out. About joining our little group. I told her I thought it was a good idea, but that I wanted to check with you. One thing to consider, Janet might have to tell her about our relationship."

"I don't have any objection, Mother," I told her. "She would probably find out about all of it sooner or later. If you and Aunt Janet want your other sister involved I'm ok with it. 

"I really like Aunt Janet," I told mother. "Aunt Edith too, with or without sex. How about you?" I continued, "Would you like to have an affair with your sister, or maybe sisters."

"Only with you by my side," Mother said. "I told you that before. I meant it."

"I'm glad, Mother." I told her softly. "I don't want anything you don't share.

"So shall we limit our group sessions to once a month, or so?" I asked my mother.

"I think so, at least for now." She agreed.

"But we do want a repeat." I said

"Absolutely! And maybe more. " Mother agreed.

Mother straddled my lap, lifting her skirt to do so, and kissed me passionately. 

She told me, "I love you so much." 

I returned her kisses. I ran my hands along her thighs to the top of the nylons. I felt the buckle of a garter strap, then the silk of panties.

I pulled my head back to look at her. She grinned at me. 

"Let's eat dinner first. I have a feeling my makeup will be a mess, afterward."

We had a nice dinner together. We discussed school, her work, my prospects, and my upcoming graduation. After dinner, Mother stopped by the front desk. She reserved a two bedroom suite for herself, along with rooms for her two sisters.

Before the door to our room was fully closed, Mother had shed her jacket and worked at the buttons of her blouse. I had my shoes kicked off and started on my shirt. Mother left her bra on, but I stripped completely. My cock hardened as I gazed at my mother. She wore a black lacy bra with matching panties. Her legs were encased with nylons, the straps of a garter belt showed below her panties to support the hosiery.

We were in each other's arms. We fell onto the bed before we even realized it. Our mouths open, we devoured each other. Our tongues danced, twining together. Mother pushed her panties down. 

She gasped in my ear, "Fuck me now!"

She rolled onto her back with her legs spread, knees elevated, and her arms raised for me. Her body invited me; wanted me. She was wet and ready, even without foreplay. My manhood slid smoothly into her. I slid into my mother's welcoming cunt.

Her arms and her legs held me tightly. The friction of the nylons sent thrills through me. Our lips locked together. She held me. She felt me. She felt my hard shaft in her. She felt me fill her pussy.

I lay on her. I felt her softness; her welcoming heat. I felt the snugness of her pussy around my throbbing dick. I could not move for minutes. Her grasp was too tight. She only wanted to feel me, to feel the fullness. She loosened her grip. 

She whispered to me, "Fuck me now. Fuck your mother."

I pumped my rock hard cock into her. I pumped into her hot deep motherhood. I fucked my mother, as she responded with wanton thrusts, and with whispered words. 

"Fuck me. Cum in me." 

She frantically pulled her breasts from her bra. She brought my face to her tits. She invited me to suck her hard nipples, to bite them, and caress them. With her nylon clad legs clasped over my back, she raised her hips until I thrust almost straight down into her steamy cunt.

She came with moans. She came with wild wet kisses. She came with incoherent words. She came with thrusts of her hips. The waves of ecstasy poured over her and through her. Her body shuddered as pleasure enveloped her. 

The tingling started in my toes, and flashed through my body, becoming a roar of orgasm. The charged exhilaration raced up my spine. The exotic feel of her body beneath mine. The arms that held me tight. The electric thrill as my cum erupted from my throbbing cock. I erupted deep into my mother. I erupted deep into my mother's welcoming, hot, depths.

I laid with my mother beneath me, loving her. She held me as I softened within her. 

"I never want to let you go," she whispered to me softly.

Eventually she did, though. We laid facing. We were united in bliss. We were sated. Our desire was quenched, for now.

"Even with all the sex last weekend," my mother said softly, "I didn't have you inside me enough. Only once."

We dozed then, but not for long. Mother made coffee. She moved about the room almost naked. She took her bra off. She was left clad in nylon hose with a garter belt. With the coffee started, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her hand caressed me. She stroked my chest and arms. 

"I ordered some videos off the net," she said. "I had them sent overnight. I brought them with me. We can watch one if you like, but only one. I have to drive home tomorrow. You have to study."

"Did you watch them, Mother?" I asked.

"Parts of a couple of them." She answered, "They made me too hot and horny."

"Mother," I said. "Watching you is all the excitement I need. Seeing your body is all the thrill I need. You stimulate me more than any video ever can."

"Thank you, David." My mother hugged me tightly. "That makes me so happy."

Mother laid next to me and held me tightly.

We decided to have some of the coffee Mother had made before it got stale. Mother told me to put my shirt on so she wouldn't get distracted. She got her robe; a short one.

We sat at the table. Mother asked about the videos. 

"Should I send them back?"

"Keep them," I told Mother. "I'm sure there are times we will want to watch them. I do enjoy them sometimes. We learn from them, too. Don't forget that they led us to last weekend."

"I will never forget it," Mother said with a smile.

"Mother," I said. "I will never forget the sight of you in the chair. Your legs wrapped around your sister. Her in a lovely satin nightgown. Her face buried in your pussy. Your hands twisted in her hair. I will never forget watching your orgasms as she ate you. It was a thrill that will always be with me."

Mother licked her lips. Her hand was on her pussy. "It's something I won't forget soon, either."

We went back to bed. My hand was on my mother's snatch and felt the juices flowing. I felt the heat of her desire. My finger penetrated her and rubbed her clit. It pushed into her hole. Her legs parted for me, inviting me into her garden.

She fondled my half hard cock. She stroked it, making it harder. A kiss finished the job. I was hard with desire. Her tongue licked my glans. She licked my throbbing hard cock. The blood pounded through him.

I laid between my mother's legs. I inhaled the scents of her. I love the aroma of Mother's pussy; the tantalizing muskiness. I love the hot, deep, woman. I love the scent of her desire, her want, her need. It was overlaid today with a touch of sweat and by the tang of my cum deposited in her earlier in the evening.

Her vulva was in front of me. It was capped by the brown tangle of her pubic hair. The lips of her snatch were puffy with arousal. They opened slightly and invited me. My tongue flicked over her lips and tasted the dew; the essence of her lust that seeped from her cunt. I penetrated her with my tongue. I licked the inside of the lips, and licked them again. I licked her clit. I sucked it. I tongued the vaginal opening. I tongued the tunnel to her womb. I pushed my tongue into her heat. I pushed into the welcoming warmth.

"Turn around," my mother gasped. "Get on top."

I straddled her face. She engulfed my hard manhood without foreplay. She stroked me with her lips pressing on him. Her tongue danced over him.

We were hot. The erotic licking and sucking sent us soaring. Mother pushed her cunt at my face. She rubbed her scent on me. She marked me for her own. The juices poured from her. I licked them, sucked them, and tasted the ambrosia; the sap of my mother's lust. I savored the zest of my cum mixing with hers. Her body shuddered with her orgasms. She sucked me harder as she felt the fires that ripped through her. I joined her in her ecstasy. I soared with her as my come erupted into her, into her eager mouth.

We laid facing each other. We held each other. We loved each other.

In the morning, we showered together. It was Saturday, so there was no rush for either of us. We had breakfast at the hotel restaurant. Mother prepared to leave. We kissed goodbye. I went to my apartment to study. Mother checked out and drove home.

Mother visited me again the Friday before final exams. She answered my knock at her hotel room still in her work clothes. We were locked in a hot embrace as soon as the door closed. Our lips mashed each other's. Our tongues danced and twisted.

Mother had made coffee. We sat at the table with it and caught up on news. Mother had some news about Aunt Janet. When her husband, Earl, came back from visiting his brother, he started paying more attention to her. After he made several advances to her Janet, had a talk with him. She told him she had found his porn stash. That she didn't object to his watching it, but she wouldn't tolerate it taking precedence over her. She told Earl they could watch it together if he wanted to. They did. Earl took her to bed for, as Janet put it, "The best fuck in years." Then she added, "Except for my weekend together with you and David."

Aunt Janet told Mother all about it. She hadn't mentioned her weekend with us to Earl. 

She said to Mother, "I can't help but wonder if getting my hormones all worked up with you and David didn't have me putting out more pheromones or something." 

I was glad to hear about it. I had always liked my uncle Earl.

She then told Mother that she was going to try to get Earl to do oral with her. 

"I'll have to act innocent," she laughed. She thought she could use one of the porn flicks to work into it.

Then they discussed Aunt Edith. "Janet visited her, to feel her out. They got onto the subject of sexuality. Janet told Edith that she wanted to talk to her because Edith was more experienced.

"Janet talked about the dreams she had. The ones involving you and I, and she told her about dreaming of making love with both her sisters. She said Edith seemed interested, but guarded. They have a lunch date for Monday, we'll see what develops.

"To be totally honest with you, David, I'm starting to have the same kind of thoughts and dreams about Edith that I had about Janet. Does that bother you? If it does I won't go any further."

"No," I replied, "it kind of excites me too. I remember the thrill I got watching Janet eating your pussy."

"I'll tell Janet, she can tell Edith that she excites me too," Mother said. "In fact I think it is time to tell Edith the whole story, but I'll leave that up to Janet. I will mention it to her though."

Mother said she wanted to get dinner before she got too worked up. We went to the hotel restaurant for a light, but very tasty, dinner. Mother seemed a little pensive during the meal, but she was cheerful.

When we returned to the room, she knelt in front of me. She opened my belt and trousers. She slid them down for me to step out of. She pushed my shorts down over my hips and freed my hardening cock. I stepped out of them as my mother stood to work on my shirt.

Mother took my hand and indicated that I should sit in an upholstered chair near the bed. She knelt in front of me. She was still dressed in the suit she wore for work. She was still expertly made up.

She licked me, kissed me all over my groin area, and along the inside of my thighs. She licked and kissed under my balls, then behind them. Her hand fondled my cock. I throbbed with lust when she looked up at me. 

"I am your mother tonight. I want to give my son a blowjob. Mommy wants to suck her little boy's cock."

She tongued my shaft, licked my glans, and kissed it. She rubbed my manhood over her face. She took me into her mouth; all of me. Her hand took mine that had caressed her head. She twisted my fingers in her hair. I knew what she wanted. I did the same with my other hand. I twisted handfuls of her hair. I clasped my legs on her body with my heels on her back. I kept her captive at my cock. Thrills passed through my body starting at my toes. They crashed through me. I had never heard my mother like this. It was erotic, sensuous. I had to control myself. I was ready to cum almost from the start. I held it back. My mother sucked my cock. Her tongue flickering over him, even as her lips massaged him.

I came explosively. The thrills were in my cock, in my body, in my every cell. I poured my cum into my mother's mouth, filling it. Even then she continued to suck me and milk me.

My mother stood, straddled my lap and faced me. She pulled my head to hers and gave me a hot open mouthed kiss. She had not swallowed. The cum in her mouth flowed into mine. It was much like the first time she had ever sucked me. That was the first time she had ever sucked any man.

Our tongues twisted and danced together. Our hot, wet, lips crushed against each other. We broke for air. Mother leaned her head on my shoulder. Her skirt bunched around her hips so she could straddle me.

"That was wonderful." I told her.

Mother stayed as she was, not speaking, giving me an occasional kiss.

I slid mother's suit jacket off, then started to unbutton her blouse. She worked with me and we soon had it off. Her boobs were contained by a very sexy red bra. I kissed the exposed portion of her plump tits and the cleavage between them. My hands fumbled with the clasps of the bra. When it fell open, I eagerly sucked and nibbled at her nipples. Mother pulled my head tight to her breasts. She held me close as I suckled her.

Mother stood. She held her skirt up to hook her fingers under the elastic of her panties. She pushed them down over her hips. As she stepped out of them, I slid from the chair to kneel in front of her.

My hands were on the cheeks of her ass and pulled her to me. I pressed my head into her mound. I inhaled my mother's erotic fragrance. She had come straight from work without a shower. I relished the scent of her sweat as my tongue licked the sheen of it from her groin. I licked around the tangle of pubic hair that capped the glory of her cunt. My tongue flicked out to lick at the beads of her arousal on the swollen lips of her pussy. The musky fragrance of anticipation was like an aphrodisiac to me. My cock hardened again, even as my desire was to bury my face in my mother's snatch.

Mother stepped around me to sit in the chair. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist. Her nylon clad legs were open, inviting me.

My mind was on fire. I wanted nothing more than to feel her hot, wet, pussy on my lips and on my face. I wanted to absorb the bouquet of her juices. I wanted to taste the sweet, salty, taste of her nectar. I wanted to savor her tastes, the lust, the traces of sweat, as well as the slight tang of piss. I wanted to thrill from the sensuous pressure of her slightly pudgy thighs. I wanted to feel exotic friction of her nylons pressed into my back; clasping my head.

I ate my mother. I sucked her. I licked her. I even nibbled at her. I was elated by her moans; by her cries of "Don't stop." I thrilled as her body quivered to an oncoming orgasm. I was exhilarated by the urgency of her hands that twisted in my hair and held me as a willing slave at her cunt. I pushed two fingers into her and searched for her g-spot. As I found it, her hips bucked. She held me even tighter. She soared to a climax. She gasped as I felt the rush of moisture on my face. She had squirted! This was the first time she had ever done so. I could hear her moans, they only led me to try to please her more. I licked at the fluids of her orgasm. I sucked up her essences. I greedily drank them. As her orgasm passed, I stood with my pulsating manhood in front of her, ready for her.

I took my mother's hand and lead her to the bed. As I laid on my back, she straddled me. She was still wearing her skirt. She impaled her pussy on my hard shaft. She leaned forward. 

She whispered to me, "Fuck mommy. Your mommy wants you to cum in her." 

She rode my cock. Her excitement built towards an orgasm. She shuddered with pleasure as her juices poured from her.

We rolled over so I was on top. She covered my face with wet, sloppy, kisses. She lifted her tit for me to suck. As our bodies slammed together, the ecstasy built to a crescendo; bursting over us as we were overcome with the joy of cumming together.

We laid together replete from the pleasures of a breathtaking shared experience. We slept together and held each other.

In the morning, the room redolent with the perfumes of past sex, we lay 69 style to eat each other. Licking and sucking, our bare bodies rubbed against each other. We absorbed the scents; the tastes of our lovemaking the night before.

Mother's nylon clad thighs gripped me as she rose to yet another orgasm. I was close behind her as her lips and tongue and teeth thrilled my cock. The electric thrills tore through me as my mother and I met in orgasmic pleasure.

We laid together, our faces next to each other's sex, until Mother finally stirred. We showered together. Then we had breakfast. Mother packed to leave. After a loving goodbye, she checked out to start home. I returned to my apartment. I didn't do much the rest of the day. I did study the next day, Sunday. I felt ready for my exams. I just looked over a few areas I wasn't too certain about.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 06



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are age 18, or more.

To better understand this story you may want to read the previous chapters.

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My last exam was Tuesday morning. I had a few days before graduation so I used the time packing things at my apartment. My roommate wasn't returning the following year. He had a job lined up after graduation. We did the town together as a way of saying goodbye. There were quite a few girls out, too, but none of them interested me. I had all I needed, or wanted. My mother, and now, her sister Janet were more than enough. My roommate did score, though. I didn't see him again for two days.

Mother was going to arrive Thursday evening. Her sisters would be arriving Friday. Everyone planned to stay until Sunday.

I talked, on the phone, with Mother. She told me, "Janet made it a point to let me know that Earl would not be at the graduation. He has to work that weekend. She also told me that she let Earl convince her to try oral, after they had watched some porn together. She said Earl is turning into a pretty good lover, but she doesn't intend to give up her relationship with us. She doesn't intend to tell Earl about us, either.

"I have news about Edith. Janet says they got down to the nitty-gritty. Edith has the hots for family, too. She wants to be part of our little group. Janet told me that they thought about the two of them making love, but decided to wait until we were all together. At least for the first time."

"It's going to be a very interesting weekend," I told Mother. "Do we have any plans?"

Mother laughed, "I hope you can handle three horny ladies, Sweetheart."

Thursday afternoon my mother called me when she had checked into the hotel. She had left work at noon. It didn't take me long to get there.

As soon as she let me into her room, we were in each other's arms. We rained kisses on each other. 

I whispered to her, "I feel like eating you."

"Oh baby, I've been wet for two days thinking about you. My panties are soaked from the drive here. Get undressed," she told me as she led me to the bed. I stripped quickly, but a bit clumsily.

She pulled her skirt up as I slid to my knees in front of her. I pressed my head into her mound, enjoying the fragrance of arousal that seeped through the silk of her panties. I ran my hands along her nylon clad thighs to the top of the panties. I pulled them over her hips, letting them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them. She sat on the side of the bed, her skirt lifted, her legs spread wide in an erotic display of lust.

I gazed at her pussy. The warm, wet Shangri-La inviting me, wanting me. The pleasing triangle of brown hair capping it. Trimmed, but only the wilder parts. I liked her pussy crowned with hair. I liked to rub my face on it. I liked the feel of it on my skin as I ate her cunt.

I loved eating my mother while she was fully dressed or almost fully dressed. Something about her bare pussy hidden beneath a skirt, dress, or a nightgown was terribly exciting for me. My sexual fantasies were filled with images of myself kneeling before her, lifting the hem of whatever garment she was wearing. I dreamed of exposing the glory of her pussy, her hot cunt. I imagined the scents of aroused woman; the taste of my mother's juices; the raspy feel of her nylons against my bare skin. These things aroused me to unimagined heights.

That day, the muskiness was strong. Her arousal sent signals to the world. It told of her want, her need. She didn't want foreplay. Her fingers grabbed my hair; drawing my face to her heat; to her hot, deep, womanhood. She rubbed her slick juices over my face, scent marking me as her own. My eager lips and tongue sucked her, licked, ate her, and made her cum. My mother's legs clasped me and squeezed me. Her heels drummed on my back. I heard incoherent cries as orgasms took her; made her wild. My cock was rock hard, throbbing. I stood and plunged my manhood into her. Her legs clasped my hips. I fucked my mother; thrusting into her hot, slick, cunt. She met my lunges with welcoming cries. She held me with her nylon clad legs. Her arms reached for me. Her lips were wet and slack. Her face was an incoherent mask of lust. I filled her cunt with my cum. My body sang with release, with the joy of orgasm.

I slid to my knees, unable to support myself. I rested my head on her thigh, between her lewdly spread legs, and watched our mixed cum seep from hot depths of her pussy. I licked it from her and stood on tottering legs to lie on the bed with Mother.

****Interlude****

Mother and her sisters, Janet and Edith, along with myself, were all gathered in mother's suite. It was late Friday afternoon. It was the day before my graduation ceremony. We were preparing to dine at the hotel restaurant. Janet and Edith had each had a couple of glasses of wine. My mother hadn't had any, at least not yet. She had told me earlier she wanted to keep a clear head.

Aunt Edith looked a lot like a dark haired version of her sister, Janet. I could see she wore nylons under a shortish skirt.

At the restaurant both my aunts had a margarita before dinner. Mother and I had coffee. The women were chatting. I was keeping quiet unless a remark or question was directed at me.

By the time dinner was over, Janet and Edith had a glow on. They were not drunk, but pleasantly high. We all went back to mother's suite. 

After a couple of more wines, Aunt Edith said, "Mary, I've always wondered how you and David resolved the incident at the lunch. The time you had too much to drink. Now that I know the answer, I have to say I approve.

"Not only do I approve, it makes me hot, too. I've been looking forward to this weekend since Janet told me everything."

Janet was sitting next to Aunt Edith on the couch. She put her arm around her sister and pulled her close for a kiss on the lips. There was nothing sisterly about it. I whispered to Mother that she should join them. She sat on the other side of Aunt Edith. She put her arm around her, too. Aunt Edith turned to her. She kissed Mother much as she had with Aunt Janet.

"Let's get comfortable," Aunt Edith said. She stood to take her blouse off, followed by her skirt. Both her sisters followed her example.

Mother looked over at me and said, "You, too, David." 

I started stripping down to my shorts. All three of the women were down to bra and panties. I noticed that Aunt Edith had a garter belt, like her sisters. I thought there must have been some advance planning. They all pushed their panties off, too. It was a hot, erotic, sight: Three almost naked women. Aunt Edith had a nice bush, trimmed, but still lots of hair. It was like a beautiful corona to her already aroused pussy.

They sat back on the couch. There was a lot of passionate kissing. Aunt Edith was still between her sisters so she received most of the kisses and caresses. 

Mother looked at Janet and asked, "David first?" 

Janet nodded in reply.

Janet whispered in Edith's ear. "Would you like to fuck David?"

"Yes." 

I was sitting in a chair watching, already hard. I rubbed my cock through my shorts. When Edith answered "yes", I stood and pushed them off.

Mother and Janet led Edith to the bedroom. They lay on the bed with Edith in the middle. I straddled Edith's chest. My hard cock was in front of her face. She reached for it and brought her lips to it. They slid over its hardness, taking it all. It sank deeply into her mouth. Edith's lips massaged my hard on, but I really wanted my dick in her cunt. Mother and Janet were playing with Edith's pussy, rubbing her clit, and pushing their fingers into her. I pulled my cock out of her mouth. She grasped for it as I did. Mother and Janet pulled their hands out of the way as I slid back to kneel between her legs.

I rammed my hard manhood into my aunt's cunt. My mother and her sister looked on. Edith was ready to cum as soon as I entered her. Her hips thrust and lifted from the bed. She pulled my head down to meet my lips with hers. Mouth open, wet. Hot sloppy kisses. Tongues twisting together. Her legs clamped on my back, supporting her hips, so I was plunging my hard shaft straight into her. She was shuddering with the waves of orgasm ripping through her.

My desire was overwhelming. There were no thoughts in my mind; only the need to thrust my manhood into my aunt's warm cunt. Every cell in my body was screaming with lust. As our bodies pounded each other, I poured my hot cum into her welcoming pussy.

I lay on top of her as she covered my face with kisses. My mother and Aunt Janet lay closely on either side. As I softened, I backed away. My mother went down on Edith as soon as I was out of the way. Her tongue licked at her sister Edith's hot cunt. My cum was still fresh in it. Mother's lips sucked her clit. Aunt Edith moaned as her hands pulled Mother into her wet pussy. Aunt Janet joined in. She pushed Mother's legs apart diving into the wet womanhood of her sister. She swung around so Edith could find her pussy, to bury herself into its luscious heat.

There were lots of arms and legs tangled together as the women arranged themselves in a circle of lust, of joy. Each was pleasuring and being pleasured; eating and being eaten. I watched and fondled my already hardening cock. I watched three women experiencing orgasms. Bare asses and tits rolled around on the bed. Heads were buried in pussies. Nylon clad legs clasped lovely, naked, bodies. Moans and muffled screams echoed gently. Pheromones wafted from hot cunts. The air was permeated with the scent of hot sex and libidinous desire.

Mother broke away first, followed by Janet. Edith stayed at Janet's pussy for a bit, but Janet couldn't take much more. She gently pushed Edith away.

The three women laid on the bed, panted, and recovered their strength. Their arms were around each other in no particular order. Each caressed either of the other two.

Mother looked at me. She said, "Oh, poor David. Look at him." She was referring to my rock hard cock. "Come here to me," she told me. She rolled onto her back and opened her legs lewdly. 

I mounted my mother. We laid between her naked sisters. I fucked her hard. She was wet, ready and on a high from the love play with my aunts. She started to cum almost as soon as I pushed my throbbing manhood into her. I pressed into my mother's hot cunt. She pulled me down to her. She held me with her arms and with her legs. 

She moaned and whispered to me, "David, my love. My lover." 

Waves of bliss flowed through us. Our bodies soared to paradise together. We delighted in the ecstasy of a mutual orgasm. Wrapped up in each other; unmindful of the others in the room.

Janet led Edith to a chair. She knelt in front of her sister and ate her cunt until Edith couldn't stand any more. Mother and I watched as we held each other. Edith, a short time later, sat Janet in the chair and went down on her. We all slept together in the big bed. All were naked, tangled, and sated.

I woke first. I got up and started coffee. Edith was next. She sat, almost naked except for nylons and garter belt, totally unabashed. I served her a coffee and admired her body. She was slim with a nice ass and legs. Her tits were the size of large grapefruit. They were a delight to look at with prominent nipples and large areolas. She was slim, like her sister Janet, without the slight plumpness of my mother. The two of us sitting there naked was enough to get both of us aroused. 

"I had a wonderful night, David. Especially with you."

Janet and mother woke shortly after Edith. I got them coffee. I started another pot and sat at the table with three almost naked ladies. There was the smell of hot women, past sex, sweat, man cum, woman cum. They were all blending to make me hard again.

Edith spoke first, "I have never done anything like that before. Not with more than one person. It was exciting. I'll be fantasizing about it for months." She looked at me. "And thank you David. So much."

Mother looked at her. "You can go wherever you want to from here. You can visit us or Janet. You can find a lover or lovers."

"I don't think I want a new lover," Edith answered. "Not when my sisters are only an hour away," she said as she looked at me, "and my beautiful nephew."

Janet touched her hand, "Thank you, Edith."

Mother asked, "Do you think I should reserve this suite for another night? We can all leave Monday morning instead of tomorrow."

"I'd love to," replied Aunt Edith, "but I have to be at work Monday. There are several important things that must be handled. After another night like last night, I will need a little rest. And we still have tonight." She was an officer in a bank. "But you can be sure," she continued, "that I'll be looking forward to next time."

We showered and dressed. The shower was too small for all four of us, but Mother and I had an enjoyable time together. My aunts did, too. At least I heard a lot of laughter from them. We had breakfast at the hotel restaurant. I had to leave to go to my apartment to prepare for graduation. 

Before I left, I kissed Mother and told her, "Have fun with your sisters, Mother. Please, for me."

Graduation was, like most such ceremonies a mixture of excitement and excruciating boredom. Fortunately, I was so relaxed by the night's activities I didn't care much. I did feel a sense of accomplishment, though.

After graduation, my mother rained kisses on me. 

"I wish your father could have been here," she sobbed. I got a hug and a hot kiss from Aunt Janet. The same from Aunt Edith, along with a little rub of her groin.

We had an early dinner at one of the city's finest restaurants. No one had eaten lunch, so we were all hungry despite a late breakfast. It was a fine meal and we were all feeling a bit stuffed when we got back to the hotel. 

"I'm very tired," Mother said. "I really would like a nap. Why don't we all get some rest and meet at my suite in an hour or two."

Her sisters agreed. Mother and I fell asleep quickly, lying in each other's arms. When we woke up, we talked about the night before. We both agreed that Aunt Edith was a welcome addition to our little group. She had a little experience making love with other women. She could probably teach her sisters a few things about it.

My aunts arrived about thirty minutes later. They had both gone to Aunt Janet's room. They slept snuggled together.

I served everyone drinks. Mother had wine. The rest of us had a mixed drink.

"Let's get comfortable." This time, it was from Mother. She stood and started stripping. Her sisters and I followed her lead.

"Let's all watch some porn together." That was Aunt Janet's idea. She had a couple with her. It sounded good to me and to her sisters, too.

We all laid on the bed. Mother and I were in the middle with Aunt Edith next to my mother and Aunt Janet snuggled up to me. Her tits pushed into my back with one nylon sheathed leg over mine.

The video was about a mother catching her son masturbating. It went on from there, getting us all in the mood for some sex of our own. The final scene was about anal. The son fucked his mother in the ass. 

"Would you like to try that?" I asked mother.

"Maybe someday I might, but I'm not there yet," she replied. Aunt Janet didn't have a comment, neither did Aunt Edith.

Aunt Janet went to put a new video on and hurried back to the bed. She snuggled back up to me as she had been.

The new video was a lesbian tryst. Hot. By the time it was halfway through, I had a raging boner. Aunt Edith and Mother were both rubbing their clits. Aunt Edith was kissing Mother's tits, her free hand with Mother's at her snatch.

Aunt Edith began kissing her way down my mother's body. I had met her hands on my mother's tits a couple of times. As she dove for my mother's snatch, Mother kissed me hard and turned to bury her face in her sister Edith's muff. At my back, Aunt Janet was kissing and nuzzling my neck. I rolled over to face her.

We exchanged hot kisses. Aunt Janet told me, "I want to fuck you. I want to suck you. I want your big cock. I just want it. I don't care where." My hand on her pussy felt her arousal. I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to eat her, too.

"Scoot down a little," I told her. She slid further from the headboard. I straddled her. My dick was over her face. My head dove for her cunt. Her sweet-scented, aromatic cunt. I licked at her juices as they seeped past the puffy labia. As my tongue caressed the lips of her pussy, I felt her mouth engulf my throbbing manhood.

I sucked her clit. I licked her. I lapped up her nectar. I inhaled the erotic scents of her lust, her heat. I pulled my cock from her mouth. I turned and plunged my pulsating manhood into her hot cunt, her hot and ready cunt. She was cumming almost immediately. Next to us, we could hear the sounds of orgasms from my mother and her sister, Edith.

Even as I was fucking my aunt, Janet, I reveled in the sight of two women making love next to us. The bare buttocks, the nylon sheathed legs, were beautiful and sexy. The scents of love and desire. The muffled sound of orgasms, squeals, gasps; cries of pleasure, of fulfillment.

Janet was screaming, softly, but a scream even so. I pumped my manhood into her, into her hot pussy, as she raised her hips to my plunging cock. I poured my cum into her as exhilaration surged through me. I collapsed on top of her, still nibbling at her tit as she held me close.

Next to us, Mother and Aunt Edith broke apart and lifted their faces from each other's wet cunt. Aunt Edith turned and kissed Mother. She returned the kiss passionately. She rolled over, then, to kiss me just as fervently. I tasted her sister Edith's juices on her. The taste of lust, of orgasms, of gratification. She crawled over me, then, to embrace her other sister, Janet. They kissed just as hotly as she had with me and Aunt Edith. 

I heard Aunt Janet say, "Thank you, Mary. Thank you for David."

"He's good, isn't he?" I heard Mother say. 

By then, I had my arms around her sister, Edith. She was just as happy to have hers around me. We were soon kissing passionately. I had fucked my aunt Edith. She had sucked me a little, until I broke it off to plunge my hard cock into her hot pussy. However, I hadn't eaten her. I hadn't inhaled her scents, the perfumes of her pussy, the bouquet of her arousal. The musky fragrance of her heat. I wanted to taste her, to bury my face in her sweet pussy. I wanted to eat her cunt.

I slid down her body, hardly pausing to suck her lovely tits. I slipped between her splayed legs which were open for me. They lead me to my target at their apex, her beautiful muff, freshly eaten, swollen, puffy, ready for more. Her hands in my hair twisted, pulled, urged me to her, insistently. I gazed at her, enthralled; at the lovely hair crowning my target, folded downward to surround my goal, a halo of light brown focusing my gaze.

I let her pull me close. Closely enough to sense the delightful scents. The lust, the heat, the musky scent of fulfillment, her cum, the faint traces of my mother's perfume on her thighs. I absorbed the delightful blend of scents, of arousal, of her wants. Her nylon clad legs laid on my shoulders. Her heels on the small of my back, pressed on me.

Her hands in my hair pulled me closer. I dove into her warm, wet, pussy. My tongue passed the gates of her lips. I tasted the sweet muskiness of her juices. I licked at her clit, already hard and swollen from my mother's tongue. I sucked her nectar as I lapped it up with my tongue.

I gloried in her orgasms, the thrills that ran through her body felt like they were in my own. She thrust her hips at me. She rubbed her essences on my face. She held me tightly to herself. Her hands twisted and pulled as surges of pure pleasure tore through her.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 06



I rejoiced in the gratification I was bringing her. Too soon she pushed on my head, ready to faint from the orgasmic joy I had brought her. I pulled back from her garden of delights. I laid next to her. We kissed and caressed each other as we watched her two sisters eating each other. Mother and Aunt Janet had their faces buried in each other's cunt.

They broke apart soon after Aunt Edith and I did. They, too, were satiated. All of us were replete with the thrills of sex, of orgasms, of tongues and pussies and cocks, all blended into an orgy of lust and love; familial love. 

We fell asleep in an erotic tangle of bare flesh and nylon clad legs. Arms embraced others at random.

I woke up spooned with my mother. My hard cock between her legs, resting against her slit, was held there by her hand. My hand on her tits caressed them. Even as my mother slept, she rubbed her slit, her inner lips, and her clit against my hard shaft. I hadn't fucked mother the night before. The familiar feel of her was against me with the well-known scent of her body. I wanted her then, her body, her heat. I reached over her covering her hand that was on my cock. 

I whispered in her ear, "I love you."

She woke and turned her head to kiss me. She raised her leg and guided my cock into her wet pussy. Her leg looped back over mine. We fucked between her sleeping sisters. She came quickly gasping out her bliss, her joy, the exhilaration of orgasm. On the other side of Mother, I saw Aunt Janet's eyes open. She watched us as her hand rubbed her clit. I felt Aunt Edith's hand on my back. I knew she was awake, too. With my mother quivering from an orgasm, I shot my cum into her. We lay together as I softened, alone in our bliss.

Aunt Edith got up and started coffee. We all made trips to the bathroom and came back to bed. I could feel the heat of desire building. A sense of anticipation was palpable in the room. The strong scents of last night's loving were thick in the air. I went down on Mother, licking at her muff. My tongue searched for her clit.

Aunt Janet was quick to dive into her sister Edith's pussy. Mother pulled Janet to her, to her probing tongue. Edith was fondling my flaccid dick. It was soon responding and she took me deep into her mouth.

It was a circle of love and of lust. Orgasms came rapidly; strong, intense. Eating, being eaten, sucking cock, eating pussy. An orgy, of desire, of want, of need. Need for each other, the ache for fulfillment. The love of a family, my family.

I was a long time cumming. When I shot my load into my Aunt Edith's throat the women were almost sated. The circle broke apart and we all laid on the bed to recover. Finally, Mother got up to get some coffee. I followed her. We sat at the table, sipping, while we waited for her sisters.

We were all pleasantly tired, but we did have things to do. We were leaving today and had to pack. Mother and I showered first, then my aunts. Everyone dressed and we agreed to meet at the restaurant for breakfast. Mother and I packed our things. I would stop at the apartment later to load my car. We both had cars to take home. I was going to keep the apartment, so I didn't have to take everything. We were ready in plenty of time. 

We had a nice breakfast. After we were done eating, we had about three hours left until check out time. Mother suggested that we all take a nap before driving home. Everyone agreed. We all went to the suite and slept together for about an hour. 

We had coffee together after we woke. Then, with lots of hug and kisses, we all left for home. Mother had been home for a while when I got there. She had coffee ready and a light snack. We sat at the table and talked about the weekend just past. 

"I am so excited about your graduation," Mother told me, "And just as excited about your plans to continue your education. I'm very proud of you. Your father would be too." She wiped a couple of tears away. "That was the big thing for me this weekend."

I put my hand over hers, saying, "Thank you, Mother. It was a big moment for me, too."

"That said, I must say that it was a thrilling weekend. I enjoyed every minute of it," Mother said. "Both my sisters surprised me pleasantly. We do need to make arrangements to see them on a regular basis."

"I think I'd like that, Mother. Both my aunts have been agreeable surprises. Nonetheless, I want my time alone with you, too.

"Even so, I love to watch as you are gratified sexually. In fact, the biggest thrills I got were when you were making love with Aunt Janet, and again with Aunt Edith. I was watching them satisfy you. You seemed to get a great deal of enjoyment when you made them cum, too. The mutual loving; it was beautiful to watch."

"It was very satisfying," Mother said, "but like you, I want my time alone with you; making love with you."

We were both tired, despite our morning nap. So, after coffee and a snack, we went to the bedroom to rest. We both dozed through most of the afternoon. We woke in mid-afternoon. Neither of us felt like doing much, so we lazed around, pleasantly tired and sexually satisfied; more than satisfied.

After a light supper, Mother and I sat on the couch and watched TV. We cuddled together and our closeness led to touching and petting. That led inevitably to fondling, caressing, and hot kisses.

We made slow sweet love that night. There was lots of kissing and hugging. As much fun and excitement there had been over the weekend, it was still nice to be alone with each other. Two lovers making love.

Mother went back to work the next day. I went for a job interview in the afternoon. The company was obviously interested. I already had an engineering degree. I could do much of the work I would be hired for, but they were looking forward to the day I would have an advanced degree. They offered to give me experience in the specialty I would be studying for. I would get it as a trainee, but it was probably worth my time. Especially if I made a good impression. I asked for a day or two to think about it.

I told Mother all the details at dinner. She thought it sounded pretty good. So, I decided to call the next day and accept the offer. I would start the following Monday.

We emailed Aunt Edith, telling her how much we loved her; that we had enjoyed our time with her. We invited her to visit for a weekend in the near future.

Aunt Janet called us that evening, too. She was still animated from the weekend; still wound up about making love with her sisters and me. She said she was looking forward to an evening with her husband, Earl. She told us she had spoken, on the phone, with Edith. She said Edith was still on a high from the weekend. She could hardly wait for more.

Mother and I talked about what was developing into a real family affair. We both agreed, even though it was exciting, even exhilarating, our real love was for each other. We spent our evenings for the rest of the week comfortably alone. We would read erotic stories together. Often about things we hadn't thought of. Sometimes we knew the things we read about weren't for us. But often we were intrigued. We tried a few of the practices we read about. Again, some were exciting, some not. Some we thought Janet or Edith might like. Others we thought we might try later.

We heard from Aunt Edith several times during the week. Usually by e-mail, but once by phone. She sounded just as excited as Aunt Janet said she was. She also said she had read some fascinating stories, something she had never done before. She was looking forward to visiting us.

Aunt Janet called us toward the end of the week; she was a little upset over the fact that one of her daughter's marriages was in trouble. She hoped they could work it out.

My mother and I made love at least once every day. We enjoyed eating each other in the mornings, before the work day. We kept on, continuing our education, our learning experience. Becoming closer and, if possible, more in love.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 07



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18, or more.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters.




Mother and I spent the first few weeks after my graduation pretty much alone, at least as far as our sex lives were concerned. We were content with each other, enjoying our love. The excitement of trying new things, of learning still more about our likes and dislikes, kept us fascinated.

My new job kept me busy too. It was interesting work. I was learning much. A couple of old timers at the firm took an interest in me. They taught me a lot that I would never learn in school. At least one was going to retire within a few years. I would probably be able to take his place. At least, that is what the firm thought. I liked the idea.

That is not to say we didn't keep in touch with Mother's sisters, Janet and Edith. The wild sex filled weekend of my graduation had been exciting for all of us. We all agreed that we wanted more such family fun. Many of our emails to each other were of a salacious nature. We were all working up to another family tryst.

About three weeks after my graduation, on a Friday evening, Mother and I called Aunt Edith. We invited her to visit for a weekend. We set a date for the following weekend. She would arrive Friday evening. Then we called Aunt Janet and invited her.

A lot had been happening in Aunt Janet's life. First of all, in her marriage with Earl. She had let him convince her to try oral. That was after she had learned how enjoyable it is from Mother and me. It had become a regular part of their sex life.

Uncle Earl was trying to convince her to try a threesome. Aunt Janet was trying to figure out how to suggest Aunt Edith for the third. She didn't want to get involved with anyone outside the family. She said that she was letting Earl think he was slowly convincing her. Like he had convinced her to try oral sex. She and Mother laughed.

Personally, I thought they were underestimating Uncle Earl. I kept my mouth shut, at least to Janet. I did tell Mother what I thought later. 

"Maybe I should tell Janet that," she said.

Aunt Janet had other things going on. Things weren't improving for the daughter whose marriage was in trouble. The daughter's name was Michelle. She was about a year older than me. I didn't know her very well, only from family gatherings. She was a pretty good looking woman, like a younger version of her mother. She had been married almost two years. There were no children. I wasn't clear on just what the problem was in the marriage.

Aunt Janet had another daughter, Diane, She was a little over a year younger than me. She was married too, but I hadn't heard of any problems in her marriage. She and her husband lived in another state, so we seldom saw them.

Aunt Janet said she could probably visit on Saturday when Aunt Edith was here. But she didn't think she would stay overnight. Mother had a suggestion. 

"Why don't you check with Edith? See if she'd like to go home with you Saturday evening. You could watch a video about a threesome with Earl. That ought to give him the message." 

Aunt Janet laughed, "I'll call Edith as soon as I hang up. She always did say she thought Earl is sexy."

Edith emailed us later. What a great idea! 

We heard from Aunt Janet on Sunday. Earl had brought up a threesome again. Janet told him that she was thinking seriously about it. She told Earl that she wouldn't feel comfortable with a strange woman. Nor did she have any friends that would be suitable. She told Earl that if she did do a threesome with him it would have to be with someone close. Someone who would not tell tales.

Mother and I spent a quiet week together. Our lovemaking, however, was intense. The anticipation of the coming weekend spiced our sex. We watched porn to look for new ideas to use with Janet and Edith. But, as Mother put it, "We already know about so many ideas we haven't tried yet. Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. It's so much fun learning new ways to please each other and then practicing them."

Mother was probably right. She was always in favor of learning before moving on. She reminded me that we were having great fun, and beautiful sex, just trying out variations on basic techniques. Basic to some people, that is.

For example, we had recently started playing with vibrators and other toys. We were still experimenting, still in the early stages. But, we were thoroughly enjoying each step of our learning experience.

Friday evening arrived. My Aunt Edith pulled into our driveway earlier than we had expected. She had left work a little early and driven directly to our home. 

I went out to help with her suitcase. She gave me a big hug. 

"More when we get inside," she said with a laugh. Once inside, she and Mother embraced and kissed each other. It was a hot romantic kiss. She turned to me and did the same.

Both women held executive jobs. Both were dressed in well tailored suits with skirts, nylons and moderate heels. Aunt Edith was slimmer than Mother, who was very slightly plump.

We sat at the kitchen table catching up on news. Aunt Edith mentioned her sister, Janet. 

"I think the idea of a threesome with Janet and Earl is exciting. Does the idea of Janet and me going off together bother you? I know it was your idea, but I thought you might have reservations."

"No," Mother replied for both of us. "David and I both think that three is the ideal number for group sex. That is not to say that four, or even more wouldn't be a lot of fun. We already know that from the graduation. We're looking forward to tomorrow, too. When Janet is here.

"For today, though, you are our guest. That means you get first choice." 

Mother was seated next to her sister. Her hand was on Edith's thigh, caressing it. Edith's hand laid on top of Mother's, guiding her. I saw Aunt Edith lick her lips, she stood and took Mother's hand. Together, they went to the living room and to the couch.

Sitting on the couch, they exchanged hot kisses. They felt each other's tits. They rubbed thighs. They came up for air and both women opened their blouses. They slipped them off followed by their bras. I sat in a chair watching. My cock hardened.

I went to the couch. I slid to my knees in front of the women. I slid my hands up under my mother's skirt first. I pulled her panties down as she lifted her hips. I pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then I did the same with Aunt Edith's. I flipped her skirt up. Her legs opened for me as I pushed between them to savor the fragrant scents of her pussy. She pressed her nylon sheathed legs against me, which hinted of things to come. She and Mother kissed hotly while feeling tits and thighs.

Mother broke away from her sister, stood, and took Edith's hand. 

"Let's all go to the bedroom," she said. 

I stood, as did Edith. I followed Aunt Edith and her as they went with arms around each other. Their laid on the bed clad in their skirts and nylons. The kissing continued, but Mother whispered in her sister's ear.

Aunt Edith kissed her way down Mother's body. Mother's hands on her shoulders urged her on. Mother's legs were spread open. Her pussy lips were swollen and puffy. The beads of her juices glistened in the halo of hair capping her ready muff.

As I stripped naked, Aunt Edith knelt between my mother's legs and dove into her hot, wet pussy. Edith's ass was elevated invitingly, still covered by the skirt, but wanting attention. I threw the skirt up over her back. Edith's legs spread for me. Her pussy enticed me, encouraged me, and wanted me. 

I knelt between Aunt Edith's legs and let my rock hard cock slide into her pussy. I was deeply inside her wet, hot, cunt. I fucked her as she made my mother cum. I rammed Edith as she ate her cunt and sent her to heaven. My mother's hands twisted in her hair, as she marked her sister with her juices; her essences.

Mother was cumming almost constantly. My aunt, Edith, was responding to her sister's orgasms. I could feel the excitement in her body. I felt the onset of an orgasm as I pumped my iron hard dick into her. My groin slapped against the cheeks of Aunt Edith's beautiful ass. I fucked her hard and deep. I rammed my cock into her. She welcomed it. Her squeals and gasps were muffled by Mother's pussy. Her hips thrust back at me. She came hard with strong, intense, orgasms.

Both women were cumming when I let my cum gush into Edith's belly. I pumped my cock into her until I no longer could. When I backed away, Edith swung around so that Mother could eat her. She licked and sucked at my fresh cum and at her sister's juices. They ate each other as I watched. Skirts flipped up over bare asses. I took in the wonderful aromas of hot sex, of hot women, and of cum.

They finally broke apart. They laid next to each other, recovering. Arms wrapped around each other as they caught their breath.

When we had all recovered, somewhat, Mother said, "We probably better have some supper. Does pizza sound ok?" 

My aunt and I agreed. Mother rolled over to get the phone and called the order in. I got up and put some clothes on to answer the door when it arrived.

We all went to the kitchen to wait. Both women sat with rumpled skirts and bare boobs. I asked if anyone wanted a drink. Both women chose wine, which I poured for them. I decided on beer, since I liked it with pizza. 

We sat at the table eating. I found it somewhat distracting to sit across from two sets of tits, both with nipples erect. The women were discussing the plans for the following day. Janet would be at our house for the day. Then she and Edith were going to her house for a threesome with Earl. He didn't know about it yet.

"I'll want to hear all the details," laughed Mother. "I need to satisfy my voyeuristic side."

"I'll call you and let you know everything," Aunt Edith was laughing, too.

I still had a feeling that the women were underestimating Earl.

The talk turned to Janet's daughter, Michelle. 

"I'm not sure what the problem is," Mother said, "but Janet seems worried about it."

"She is worried," Aunt Edith said. "She said she might go visit her next week, or maybe Michelle would come to see her. She didn't seem too sure."

It was still pretty early, so we retired to the living room to watch a video. We were seated on the couch with Edith in the middle. The one we watched was surprisingly well done. It was a threesome. We all liked those. This was with two women and a man. There was lots of woman on woman. Woman sucking cock while getting eaten by the other lady. Man eating woman while getting blowjob. It made me hard and the women were feeling each other's tits and pussies while exchanging hot kisses.

"Let's go back to the bedroom," Mother said. 

The women were holding hands as we went. They fell on the bed as I undressed. I joined them when I was naked. It was a wild tangle of arms, legs and bare bodies. Eventually, it evolved into Mother going down on her sister. Then me eating my mother and Aunt Edith sucking my cock.

The women were hot. They were cumming almost immediately. All the foreplay on the couch had them at the verge before we got to the bedroom. Hot women made me hot, the muffled sounds of sexual pleasure. Gasps, squeals, Hands twisting in hair, thighs clasping heads, legs clinching bodies. The scents of hot pussy, fresh sweat, of cum.

I filled my Aunt Edith's mouth with cum. My slick, creamy, cum. The release flowed through my body, through my cock flowing from me, leaving a wonderful feeling a sense of exhilaration, of joy.

My Aunt pulled away from my softening cock. She turned to my mother. To share my cum. With hot open mouthed kisses. My cum surged from mouth to mouth. From tongue to tongue. They shared it. They savored it. They relished it. Their tongues slid through its slickness. They swallowed and went down on each other. Their faces were buried each in her sister's cunt. They sucked and licked until fully satisfied.

They laid on either side of me when they were sated. They covered me with kisses. We fell asleep, totally relaxed. We did not wake until morning.

We had coffee and pastries. I cooked bacon and eggs. We all ate a good breakfast. We went to the bedroom, to prepare for Janet. We made the bed. Mother and Edith set out vibrators. Edith had brought some, too.

We sat at the kitchen table in bathrobes. There was a sense of anticipation as we waited for Aunt Janet. She was expected within the hour. She wanted to get there early. She wanted to enjoy more time together with all of us.

When we heard her drive into the driveway, we opened the door for her. She entered to be greeted with hugs from her sisters, from me too. 

"Hi Aunt Janet," I told her after she had given me a hard hug and a kiss on the lips.

"Just 'Janet', please, David," she told me, "I don't think 'aunt' is a term that should be used by a lover."

"I agree," put in Edith.

"You can call me 'Mary', if you want to, David," said Mother, "but I think 'Mother' has a certain wicked flavor that I find delightful." 

We all laughed.

"'Mother' it will be," I said.

"Do any of you have anything on under those bathrobes?" Janet asked.

We showed her by letting them fall open showing her our naked bodies. Edith and my mother each took one of her hands. They led her to the bedroom with me following.

Mother and Edith undressed Janet. Both of them kissed her and each other. As they got her blouse and bra off, they caressed Janet's tits, tweaked the nipples, kissed them, and sucked them. Edith knelt and opened Janet's skirt. She let it fall to the floor. She knelt in front of Janet to pull her panties over her hips and down her legs.

Edith kissed Janet's mound. Her tongue flicked over her bare flesh and the trimmed delta of pubic hair. Her hands on Janet's hips drew her closely.

Janet's upper body was turned to Mother. They kissed open mouthed. They kneaded each other's tits. One of Janet's arms was around Mother. The other reached to wrap itself in Edith's hair to pull her up. Once Edith was standing, they all laid on the bed.

"Let's do Mary," Janet told Edith. "We can have each other later."

Janet crawled across Mother so that she laid on the opposite side from Edith. Both sisters kissed my mother, her lips, and her tits. They nuzzled her neck.

Janet worked her way down Mother's body. She drew herself between my mother's lewdly splayed legs. Mother invited her sister's attention. She wanted her tongue and her lips. She wanted to be eaten. Her hand urged Janet to her muff. Her other arm embraced Edith. They shared hot kisses. Wet lips mashed.

Edith straddled Mother. Janet dove into Mother's hot cunt. There were gasps of pleasure and panting. Hands twisted in hair. Pussies rubbed on faces. I caught the scents of hot women, of lust, and of satisfaction.

I watched, enthralled. My cock throbbed from the blood that pounded through him. I stroked him softly and slowly. I did not want to cum. I wanted to watch the glorious spectacle of three hot women making passionate love.

Janet's ass wiggled. It was elevated and inviting. I went to the bed and thrust my hard cock into her. Into her hot inviting pussy. There was a gasp, muffled by Mother's cunt. I plunged my cock into my aunt, fucking her hard.

Orgasms. Squeals. Screams. Muted cries. Panting. Scents. Aromas. I exploded in Janet's belly. I filled her with my cum. Women were cumming and cumming again. I softened and backed away.

Janet and Edith changed places. My mother was hot. Her hands flew between Edith sucking her and Janet being sucked by her. Holding. Grasping. Pleasuring. Being pleasured. She wanted it all. Eat and be eaten. She screamed out her lust. Her hedonistic joy. Janet screamed with her as my mother licked and sucked her.

They broke apart, unable to stand any more carnal bliss. They laid together on the bed sated but exhilarated. I sat in the chair, spellbound. I was half hard again. None of the women said anything. However, they exchanged kisses, each with either of the other two. I went to the bed to lie with them. They included me in their kisses. They climbed over me so they flanked me on either side. Still, they seemed more interested in each other than me. Since I had cum already in Janet's cunt, I didn't mind.

Eventually, they decided to get up for lunch. Janet borrowed one of Mother's robes and they trooped to the kitchen. Mother started coffee. They all sat at the table chatting until it was done. Then the chatting continued, but with coffee. None of the women had closed their robes. They were all flashing bare boobs and pussies.

I sat on a stool at the counter. I listened, fascinated by the scene. I did catch a few bits that made sense. Janet said she would have to douche before she went home to Earl. Mother said she would lend her one. Edith said she should shower before they left.

Mother laid out sandwich makings, we all had a light lunch. Then it was back to the bedroom. This time, however, Edith and Janet took my hands and brought me along with them. The women kissed each other and me on the lips. We nuzzled necks and sucked tits. I was almost overwhelmed by the sensation; by the caress of the bare flesh of hot women; by their kisses and caresses.

We made a circle of lust, with me eating Janet, Mother sucking me, Edith down on Mother and Janet with her face in Edith's cunt.

My entire being was concentrated on the experience. There were only two things that mattered. The rest of the world was shut out. One was the warm, wet, pussy I buried my face in. The hot deep woman responding to my attentions. The flavor of her nectar. The overlying fragrance of her desire. The clasp of nylon clad legs. Her hand pulled on my hair. She urged me to greater effort. That wonderful thrill enveloped my body. It was the exhilaration of pleasing a woman. It was the electric charge of eating her cunt until she came.

The other was the warm mouth on my manhood. The lips that stroked him like fingers. The teeth slid on his rock hard shaft. The tongue circled his tip and licked his glans. The fingers danced on my ass and played in the crack of my butt.

That is where my existence was centered. It didn't matter who the women were. Only the pleasure I received. That and the pleasure I bestowed. My lust had overcome me, my body, and my mind. There were no thoughts. There were only needs. The fact that there were two different women, pleasing and being pleased, didn't matter. The eager pussy and the sucking lips became as one.

Sounds. Scents. They were present. They wormed their way into my consciousness. They were a soft, vague envelop about us. They enclosed us and our lust. The excitement invaded the cells of my body. I felt the exhilaration of a woman cumming on my face. The excitement of women around me, surrounding me, screaming out their pleasure, and their fulfillment.

I felt the glorious ecstasy of an oncoming orgasm. The joy as I released my cum, to gush into a woman's hot mouth.

I rolled away from the circle, replete. Reality returned even as I laid, with my eyes closed, savoring the scents of three women making love next to me. Mother had moved to Janet's pussy. She buried her face in its wet folds.

Eventually we were all glutted. We laid together. Arms and legs were tangled. Janet stirred first. She and Edith prepared to leave. They cleaned traces of lovemaking from their bodies as they prepared themselves for another round at Janet's with her husband Earl. Mother and I put on robes and made coffee for them. 

Everybody hugged everyone else and my aunts left.

Mother and I were too satisfied to want more sex right away, but we did lie down together. We held each other. We dozed for an hour or so, then had supper. We were still naked under our robes. The scents of hot sex clung to our flesh. We watched some TV then went to bed. Both of us were well satisfied sexually. We held each other and fell asleep.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 07



We woke the next morning, Sunday, well rested. Mother rubbed her face against my chest. 

"I feel like it's going to be a nice day," she said. A lot of mornings we would have gone down on each other, but we didn't that day.

We had coffee. Then we showered together and dressed. Then we went back to the kitchen for breakfast. I did the cooking that morning. I'm pretty good at it. It was a leisurely meal. We were both wondering what had transpired at Janet's house; when she and Edith had set out to get Earl into a threesome. Mother said she didn't expect to hear from them until afternoon. I still had a feeling that the women had underestimated Earl. He is an engineer, and pretty sharp.

Mother and I did some housekeeping. We changed the bed, started the laundry, then cleaned the kitchen and bathrooms. When we had done all we intended to, we met back to the kitchen for coffee. It was late morning by then.

Janet called just after we sat down. Mother answered. She put the phone on speaker so we could both hear. It turned out that I had been right about Earl. He had played along with Mother's sisters as they played their game with the threesome video. He had watched the two women eat each other. He fucked them both. Although he needed a little rest in between while they brought him back to a hard state. Then he watched them eat his cum out of each other's cunts.

When all were satisfied, he told them he had figured out what was going on when we all got together. He said it wasn't hard to guess. There had been lots of clues. At first, when he was only starting to suspect, it had upset him. As he thought things out, though, his feelings had changed.

"I don't really mind," he told them, "I've always had fantasies about group sex, and it appeared, from my conversations with Janet, that it was going to happen." He continued, "I suppose I should be jealous about David fucking my wife, but it was making my wife into a new woman. One I could want to make love with again. More than that, it was leading us to where I wanted to go." Then he added. "I don't need other women, not if all of you are my family."

"Wow," I thought. "Earl is as sharp as I supposed." Mother was surprised. She seemed a little put out that Earl hadn't been duped by their machinations. I thought she, in fact all three of the women, had been watching too many sitcoms with foolish husbands. "Hurray for Earl," is what I thought. I kept quiet, though.

Mother didn't have much of a response. Edith got on the phone. 

"I had a beautiful night. Janet says she did too. This has been another exquisite weekend for me. Between my time at your house, and then at Janet's, I will have fantastic memories for weeks."

Janet got back. "It was a lovely night, with two people I love. We are going to have another session before Edith has to leave. I'm all wet thinking about it."

We all said goodbye then and hung up. Mother looked a little stunned. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

She pulled her dress off. She was wearing panties. I always wonder whenever I see her in a housedress. It usually means that we will be having sex before long, about half the time she wouldn't be wearing panties under it. I would go down on her then. It was a signal between us. A message that said, "Eat me, right now." Instead, she laid a couple of towels next to the bed along with some vibrators. We were going continue with our learning. Our lessons on how to please each other.

We had been working at housework. Both of us were sweaty. I enjoyed the scent of fresh sweat on Mother. She said she liked it on me, too. After a few kisses, I laid my head on her mound. My face was towards the hair that crowned her pussy. I inhaled her scents. The slightly tangy fragrance. An aroma I loved as I loved the woman who from whom it emanated. The lush feel of her body, soft, slightly pudgy; to my biased eyes, perfect.

I moved back to lay next to her. We were kissing. Lightly. Softly at first. I let Mother take the lead. She increased the strength of the kisses as her arousal increased. I could feel her body respond. Her arms tightened on me. Her mouth, her lips, and her tongue reacted to her excitement.

I had learned much watching her making love with one or both of her sisters. Kissing seemed important to them, as did touching, and caressing of tits. Rubbing their pussies on each other, on thighs, on knees, and pussy against pussy. The final act of going down, of eating pussy, was the culmination of that play. Maybe it was only part of the whole. It all fascinated me. It was an erotic sight. Only the thought that I would soon be participating kept me from jerking off.

Today was different. We were learning today. Not new things, not yet. We were learning more about things we had already started. Mother liked to take things slowly. I thought she was right. I still do.

We spread a towel on the bed and I laid on it. Mother slid down to my cock. She rubbed it over her face. She rubbed it on her neck, where she liked me to nuzzle her and on her tits. She pushed a pillow under my hips. She took my cock in her mouth. I felt her finger slide into my ass. It searched for my prostate. Her finger found it. It rubbed it and massaged it. It was exhilarating for me. My body thrilled. Every cell was on fire with lust. She sucked my cock as her finger worked its magic. The magic that caused me to cum in an explosive gush. I filled her mouth with my slick cum. She laid there with her mouth on my softening cock, savoring the creamy cum I had poured into her. Tasting it, feeling the slickness and the heat.

She cleaned her finger and laid next to me. She handed me a vibrator and some lube. I grabbed an egg vibrator from the table on my side of the bed. As I slid down to lie between her splayed legs, she shoved a pillow under her hips.

I put a generous amount of lube on the vibrator. I brought my head to her pussy to smell her musky pussy; her juices, her sweat, and her arousal. I thought I could sense the anticipation. Her excitement over what was to come.

I licked the dew from the lips. I pushed my tongue into her heat. Down into the hot, deep, woman. I slid the vibrator into her ass, smoothly and gently. I ate her and sucked her as I plied the toy in a fucking motion. I could feel it on my tongue and my lips. She gasped out her pleasure.

I turned on the egg. I shoved it into her cunt. I pushed it around with my tongue. I shoved it up into the tunnel to her womb. She gasped to thrills from the two vibrators meeting deep in her cunt. She was wild, screamed out her joy and her lustful exultation. I let the egg slide out of the tunnel to her clit. I pressed it to her nubbin with my tongue, to send her to the heavens again.

Even then, she was pulling my head tightly to her and to her wet cunt. Even as her body shuddered with orgasm, she was saying, "Stop. Please, stop now."

I pulled the vibrator out and lifted my head from her muff. I shut the egg off and set it aside. I moved back up to kiss her. She returned it, but weakly. She was spent. 

"That was wonderful," she said. "Glorious."

We laid there for an hour, regaining our strength. I thought about our learning experiences. There was no doubt in my mind that we were leading up to anal sex, but we might be a long time getting there. Even the idea that playing with vibrators could be enjoyable for us both was something we had to learn. It was something to think about, talk about, and finally try. Fortunately, we could discuss these things with each other. It went back to the beginning of our relationship and Mother's vocabulary lessons.

Eventually, we stirred then and decided to eat some lunch. We got robes from the closet to wear and went to the kitchen. We had some leftovers we heated up. We didn't want to eat too much. There was a lot left to the day and we would be having more sessions in bed.

We cleaned up our lunch dishes then Mother took my hand and lead me back to the bedroom. We let our robes slide to the floor, then laid on the bed to kiss and caress each other. We weren't hot yet. We were just loving each other. When the desire came, our tenderness turned to lust. We soon kissed passionately.

Mother grabbed a vibrator and laid on her side. I spooned up behind her and nestled my hard cock in the crack of her ass. She started the vibrator. She ran it over her clit, along her slit, and then deeply into herself. I pulled back until the tip of my cock was pushed against her anus. I pressed hard on the rosebud, but did not attempt to penetrate. Mother liked to masturbate this way, with, or without a vibrator. The first time we had done it, I got so excited I came all over her butt.

There was enough residual lube on her ass that I probably could have penetrated without a problem, but she wasn't ready for that yet. I did let the tip of my cock push a tiny ways into her. It was just enough to push through the sphincter. She seemed to enjoy it. At least she didn't push me away.

Her body shuddered from orgasms which chased each other through her body. She came time and again with single minded, self-indulgent joy. With a deep sigh, she indicated she had enough and set the vibrator aside.

She spent a few minutes resting, then cleaned my cock with some alcohol hand cleaner. She got another vibrator from the bed table. She smiled at me as she coated it with lube. I laid on my back with my legs wide for her. She laid between my thighs my cock in her mouth as she pushed the toy into my ass. It was a comfortable feeling. I was pleasantly full. The toy was designed for prostate stimulation. It did its job well. Almost before I knew it was happening, I felt the electric thrill in my cock and the feel of my cum gushing from me. My mother sucked it greedily. She happily tasted my creamy seed. Some of it leaked from between her lips. It slid down her chin.

The vibrator was nice. I really enjoyed cumming that way. However, Mother's finger was more personal. It was a different feel. It was not as intense but, in many ways, more pleasurable. I didn't know which I liked best.

We laid together for a while, with more kisses and caresses. We dozed off for a while. The phone woke us about an hour later. It was Edith calling on her cell phone. She was on her way home. 

"It has been a wonderful weekend." She sounded very bubbly, "Earl and Janet were wonderful. My time at your house was delightful. We should, all of us, get together."

"We'll see what develops," Mother replied.

Edith talked some more. She said that Janet was floored when she found out Earl had figured out everything. 

"It was quite a shock to her. She had been underestimating him." Those were almost the exact words I had used.

She said goodbye shortly afterwards. Mother and I decided to get up and have some coffee. We sat at the table discussing the events of the past weekend. 

"Do we want to get together for a big orgy?" Mother asked.

"I don't know," I answered. I thought about it for a while. "I'm not sure how I feel about another man fucking you," I told her. "It's irrational, I know, but the thought is there nonetheless." Another pause. "I know you can enjoy watching me have any kind of sex with one of your sisters. So, I should be able to watch you with another man. I'll have to work it out.

"There is another thing," I added, "I have no desire at all to have sex with a man.

"I need to know how you feel about it," I told Mother. "That will have a lot of bearing on my thinking."

"I'll try to be honest about it," Mother said. I never expected anything but complete honesty from her. "Keep in mind that this is all new. My opinion might change. My first reflex was excitement. But then I thought, how far do I really want to go? What you and I have is too precious to ruin on a whim." She paused then. "So I guess you can say I'm undecided, too."

"Let's table it for now," I said, "There's no hurry to make a decision."

"Something else I've been wondering about," Mother said. "Do we want to show my sisters what we have been learning lately? About our new toys?"

"Before I would have thought yes," I thought about it. "I guess I still think yes."

Mother agreed and we decided to have dinner. She said she'd put something on to warm up. In the meantime, there were a couple of toys she wanted to show me. I turned on the computer while she took care of starting dinner. We sat in front of it and Mother brought up the site she wanted.

The first one she showed me was a double headed vibrator. "I think I'll probably want that someday," she said, "but I'm not there yet." She went to a different page. "Here's something we might like." She showed me a strap on, with a vibrator, meant for a woman to use on a man, for anal. I told her it might be interesting, but if she got one to get a plain, smooth vibrator. We looked at a few more toys, then decided that, with the possible exception of the strap on we had enough. Mother had some definite opinions about the toys we bought. She wanted plain smooth vibrators, not too big, with only a few exceptions. (One exception she made was for a g-spot toy.) Her opinion was that we wanted to please each other. The toy should only be an aid. She felt that some of the bigger, or fancier ones would take away too much from the partner.

After dinner, pleasantly full, we sat on the couch. We watched TV. We thought about a porn video, but decided against it. We watched a comedy that was reasonably funny, then decided on bed. In the bedroom, we let our bathrobes drop to the floor. We laid together. We kissed as I had watched the ladies doing, softly, with increasing intensity until Mother was almost ready to cum just from the kisses. It really made her hot.

She handed me the g-spot vibrator and opened her legs for me. I pushed it into her wet pussy. I knelt next to her head, watching her face for an indication of when I had the right spot. She thrust her hips into my hand, into the vibrator as I used it on her. She turned her head to me, my hard cock in front of her. Her lips slid over it. Her tongue played around it. As she shuddered with orgasms, she brought me to a mind blowing climax. My cum exploding into her and her wet, eager, mouth.

When I came, she pushed my hand away which pulled the vibrator from her. She pulled me down next to her for a kiss. We kissed to share my cum. We let it flow between us. We fell asleep wrapped together.

The next day was work. We had coffee in the kitchen, then showered together. A lot of days we would have eaten each other, but we were totally satisfied from the weekend. We dressed for work and went back to the kitchen for more coffee. We didn't have breakfast. We would get something on the way to work. I had to leave a little before Mother so I kissed her goodbye and left.

Earl called me at work that day. He asked if we could meet for a drink after work. I agreed and we met at a popular pub for the after work crowd. We got a booth where we were least likely to be overheard and sat.

Earl started the conversation. "First I want you to know that I have no hard feelings over anything that might have happened between my wife and you." He continued after a pause. "I realize it was in the context of group sex. And it was helping her.

"I must say that I thoroughly enjoyed Saturday night and Sunday. Janet was still hot even after her sister left.

"We had a talk. She told me about the dreams all three sisters had. About making love to others in the family. I thought that was interesting. Especially the fact that the desire was limited to family members.

"Edith and Janet said that you told them they were underestimating me. Thank you for the confidence."

He paused then and I filled the void. "Thank you for clearing the air about Janet." I told him.

"I think the question is, where do we go from here?"

"Yes," he replied, "that is what I want to talk about. Edith is already talking about a group meet. I guess I would call it an orgy.

"What do you and I want? I think that's what will decide the issue."

"I don't have a problem with Mother and her sisters getting together." I told him. "At first I would have been against you and my mother having sex, but it's been on my mind all day. Why don't you tell me what you think?"

Earl thought for a minute, or so. "I like the idea. I have always had fantasies about sex with two, or more, women. Saturday was the first time it has ever come true.

"I don't have any desire for sex with a man. So if you do, we should get it out in the open now," Earl continued.

I laughed, "That was one of my worries, Uncle Earl. I'm glad to hear it's not your thing. I don't mind telling you that I get a big thrill out of watching my mother and her sisters making love."

"I did, too, Saturday evening. It didn't surprise me when I got excited over watching Janet and Edith. Like I said, it's always been in my fantasies. And please call me 'Earl', not 'uncle'."

I thought some more, then, "I'm coming around to the opinion that if I am with your woman, I can't complain if you are with mine. I think Mother has some doubts. I don't know how she'll decide. But she does thoroughly enjoy her sessions with her sisters. So I think she'll go along.

"I should say that the first time, and probably the first several times, will probably be a bit awkward."

"I agree," Earl said. "Anyway, we can't jump right into an orgy. Janet and I have to see what, if anything, we can do to help Michelle with her marriage. Janet was going to visit with her this week, but they talked yesterday and Michelle is coming to visit us.

"Janet says that she knows the problem, but she won't tell me until she talks to Michelle.

"Let's keep this conversation to ourselves," Earl said, "Let the women plan to trick us into something."

I laughed, "Don't you think they've learned better?"

"Maybe. We'll see." With that we shook hands and left.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 08



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18, or more.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters.




Mother and I didn't hear from Janet for several days. We knew that their daughter, Michelle, was visiting her and Earl. We didn't call her. We thought she would be tied up with Michelle.

Janet called Mother on Thursday, at work. She asked if she and Michelle could visit that evening. Mother told her that was fine. She asked Janet if I should make myself scarce.

"Maybe at first," Janet replied, "but tell him to be available. We may need him."

When I got home, Mother told me what was happening. When Janet and Michelle arrived, I went up to my old room to do some work on the computer.

Michelle was about a year older than I. I didn't know her very well. Really, only from family gatherings. She was a pretty good looking woman. She was like a younger version of her mother. She had been married almost two years. There were no children. I wasn't clear on just what the problem was in the marriage. I assumed that this visit was somehow connected.

Aunt Janet had another daughter, Diane. She was a little over a year younger than I. She was married too, but I hadn't heard of any problems in her marriage. They had been married a little more than a year. She and her husband lived in another state, so we seldom saw them.

Mother called me to come to the kitchen after about an hour. She, Janet and Michelle were seated at the table. 

"David," Mother said, "I have been explaining to Michelle that you and I have a relationship that most people would condemn. I don't think she really believes me."

"It's true," I said. "My mother and I have had a very loving incestuous relationship for some time now. It is still ongoing."

Michelle looked shocked, and at the same time as if she were about to cry. I looked at Janet, with a raised eyebrow. 

"It's her husband," Janet said, "she found out he was in a similar situation with his mother."

"Aunt Janet," I asked, "have you asked Michelle about the dreams?" I used the title "aunt" because Michelle was present.

Janet looked at Michelle. "Yes, she said she has some that are similar."

Mother took Michelle's hand. "We know about the dreams, Michelle. But the real reason your mother brought you to visit us was to show you that a mother and son love affair isn't really as shameful as many people would have you think. Don't be too quick to condemn Mike." Mother was referring to Michelle's husband.

"As for the dreams, I think your mother can help you if you let her. We have been working our way through them, although the process is still continuing. Your father may be able to help, too."

Janet said, "I've already told Earl about Michelle's husband and the dreams. After Edith left Sunday, I talked to him about the dreams. I explained them and how we all had them, so he knows the background." 

I watched Michelle. She looked a bit dazed. A little scared, too. 

"Mom, you mean you and Aunt Mary had dreams like I do?"

"Yes," Janet answered, "and Edith too. I think we have much to tell you. Some of it will come as a surprise to you. Maybe even a shock. Let's go home and have a long talk."

Janet and her daughter left soon after. Mother and I looked at each other. 

"I hope showing her our love helped," Mother said.

"So do I," I replied. "I hope she'll work her way through the problem."

It was close to bedtime. Mother held out her hand to me and we went to the bedroom. She still had her skirt and blouse on from work. She went to work on the buttons of the blouse, while I was taking my shirt off. With my shirt and t-shirt off, I sat on the edge of the bed. My mother, bare to the waist, came close to me. I drew her closer with my hands on her hips. Then on the cheeks of her ass as I rested my forehead against her mound, delighting in her scents.

I loved the fragrances of my mother after a day's work. The traces of sweat, the remains of the perfume she had applied in the morning. The soap and powder she used. It all blended for a delightful sensation.

I lifted her skirt to view the panties she wore over a lacy garter belt. She opened her legs for me. I bent to let my tongue probe at the crotch of her panties. They were damp. They tasted of her juices. They were the juices of the lust that had been building in her while talking to her sister and niece. I hooked my fingers under the elastic at the waist and pushed them down her legs. I gazed raptly at the view of her ready pussy, which was capped with the trimmed crown of brown hair.

"I want to make love like we did when we first started together," she said. "No toys tonight." 

Mother wanted our loving that way about once a week. She didn't want to forget how it all began. She didn't want our love making to become dependent on things, objects, or gadgets. That night I think she was being influenced by the conversation with Michelle.

I stood and let my pants drop to the floor. I kicked them off my feet. My cock was hard and erect standing straight out. I sat Mother on the side of the bed and slid to my knees in front of her.

Her skirt was bunched at her waist. As I knelt between her thighs, she wrapped her hands in my hair. I breathed the essence of her body. Many were the scents I had inhaled earlier. Now there was the strong musky aroma of arousal. It was pleasant and erotic.

My tongue flicked over her swollen labia. It tasted the dewy drops of her juices. I slid between the lips of her pussy into the warmth, the wetness, and the heat. I slid to her clit; that hard nubbin; that center of sensation; that focus of exhilaration. I slid into her tunnel, the path to her womb. I tried to push my tongue as deeply as I could. My fingers danced at her ass, along the crack, around her anus. It added to her thrills.

As I licked at her inner lips, she started to rise to an orgasm. Her legs were over my shoulders. Thighs pressed to my face. The friction of nylon hose excited my whole body. The drumming of her heels on my back sent me to heights of erotic excitement.

I was eating my mother. I ate my mother's cunt. How I loved to please her. I felt the exhilaration as it flowed through her body in waves. How I loved to hear her cries of satisfaction, of fulfilment and joy.

I stood and thrust my hard cock into her eager pussy. Her legs were around my hips as I stood between them. She lifted herself. She held herself with her legs around my hips. I plunged into her. I stabbed her wet, eager, cunt. She came and came again. Her pleasure transferred itself to me.

My cock exploded. My cum shot from me and filled my mother. She, at the peak of orgasmic pleasure, squeezed her pussy on my cock. She milked me. She milked the last drop of cum from me.

We laid on the bed together and were kissing, touching, and petting. We fell asleep cuddled together.

We woke about the same time. After trips to the bathroom, we were back in bed. Both of us anticipated what was to come. We laid together. Scents of last night's sex hung in the air. They acted as an aphrodisiac. To Mother, the fragrance of old sex is an erotic aroma. It is to me, too. I, however, am more aroused by the bouquet of her body, and her pussy, the morning after we have made love.

Mother, still wearing her rumpled skirt, began by raining kisses on me. I kissed her back when I could. I finally grabbed a handful of her hair to hold her while I kissed her in return. A kiss that started softly quickly became passionate.

They were hot, wet, kisses with lips mashing. Tongues danced and twisted. I nuzzled her neck. I sucked her tits. I caressed them and bit them. I licked at her navel. She was on fire. She pushed at my head, anxious for my tongue and my lips. She so wanted me to suck and lick at her hot, ready, pussy.

She pulled at my hips. She urged me to bring my hard manhood to her. She wanted to taste the residue left from the night before. She needed to taste her juices and my cum blended. To her senses, it was a delightful treat.

It was a mutual fetish with us. Maybe it was even a ritual. It was one we both enjoyed. We loved the smells and tastes of past sex. The cum in her pussy mixed with the fresh juices of her arousal. It was as delightful to me as the tastes on my cock were to her.

Even as I buried my face into her warm, wet, very fragrant cunt she let her lips slide over my throbbing cock. My tongue probed at her clit, to arouse her. It snaked into her tunnel, searching for my old cum and for her new juices. I sucked her. I licked her. I ate my mother's cunt. I gloried in it. I was ecstatic when I felt her respond; when the quivering of her body signaled the onset of an orgasm.

She sucked my cock. She licked at his hardness. She was compelled to taste, to smell, and to feel the throbbing pulse as my blood pounded through him. She licked the flavors from me, from my cock, from my balls, from behind my balls, from my thighs, and from the scratchy roughness of my pubic hair. As she exulted in an orgasm, she licked at the last of the remnants.

When she could find no more residue to taste, she sucked me to make me cum, and to taste the fresh cum. As her body shuddered from the exhilaration, she brought me to the brink and she held me there. My cock, my body, and my whole being were on fire. I was aflame with lust I could not hold. I poured my cum into her, and into her ready, eager, mouth. She licked me clean. She cherished the slick thickness of my cum. She relished it and the feel as she rolled it over her tongue. She was entranced by the salty flavor, the scent, the emotional impact, and the excitement of giving pleasure to her man.

We laid together for a bit, then stirred. It was a work day. We needed to be up and about. We shared a loving kiss, a shower together, and more kisses. We had our coffee together. Both of us were pleasantly content.

The workday, for both of us, was routine. It was a Friday. We had a weekend to look forward to. I got home before Mother and had a beer while I waited for her. I started a pot of coffee, in case she wanted some. She wasn't too long behind me.

She sat with her coffee and we discussed how our days had gone. Janet called shortly after Mother got home. She was on her cell phone, out running a couple of errands. She said she didn't want Michelle to know she was talking about her.

****

I will tell you about Michelle as we understand it. Parts of the story we heard from Janet or Earl. Other parts we were told by Michelle herself.

When Janet and Michelle got home, they sat down with Earl and talked for a long time.

Michelle was more understanding of Mike after talking to Mother and me. She liked Mike's mother and had always had good relations with her.

Janet got her to talk about the dreams. Michelle was reluctant at first, but eventually it all started to come out. 

"Mom," she said, "they are about you, and Dad, and Mike's mother, Rachel. Diane was in them too. Sometimes my aunts.

"It was a little while after I graduated from high school when they first started. They were about you and me. We were in bed together. I knew we had just made love, but I hadn't dreamed about doing it. "

Janet interrupted, putting her hand over Michelle's. 

"That's almost exactly like my first dream, Dear. It's uncanny.

"It was a strange feeling," Janet continued. "It felt right. I didn't feel like the dream was something to be ashamed of. In fact, it left me with a feeling of anticipation."

"At first it was only you, Mom, but then one night it was Daddy. That felt right, too. Then it was you and Daddy together. Eventually, I dreamed of being with Diane. But, she was an older Diane. She looked a lot like Aunt Edith.

"When I fell in love with Mike, the dreams stopped. They started again about a year ago. They were very much like the one from before my marriage, except that Diane was no longer in them. Mike's mother was, though."

Michelle paused for a long moment. "I woke up one night when I had been dreaming about making love with Mike and his mother together.

"I don't think I was quite as shocked as I wanted everyone to think when I found out about Mike and his mother. My fantasies about Rachel had been getting stronger, more realistic. At the same time the dreams about you, Mom and Dad, were intensifying. I thought I was going crazy.

"I went to see Rachel, I was going to see if I could get any feeling about whether my dreams were realistic, or a wild fantasy. Mike's car was in the driveway. It was a Saturday, but he was supposed to be working. I walked in without knocking, I heard the sounds of lovemaking from the living room. They were there, wrapped up in each other, almost undressed.

"I coughed to let them know I was there. They looked at me, startled. I left without a word and went home. We have hardly spoken since. Rachel has tried to call me often. I won't answer."

By then, there were tears on Michelle's cheeks. She was ready to break down. Her father reached for her hand, to comfort her. 

"You need to call Mike, Michelle. To tell him you forgive him. To tell him that you have much to talk about."

Her mother was holding her other hand and said, "Your father is right, Michelle. The healing starts with forgiveness."

Janet looked at Earl, one eyebrow raised. A query, where do we go from here? Earl answered, "Janet, I think we need to tell Michelle everything. We need to be totally honest with her."

"I agree, Earl," Janet replied, she turned to Michelle. "Total honesty is required from all of us, Michelle. What we have to tell you is a natural outcome of the dreams that the women in our family have.

"You see, incest is not limited to your aunt Mary and David, although they were the first. In fact, I am involved with both of your aunts. Your father has had a threesome with Edith and me. We haven't had a session with Mary and David, yet. It is probably going to happen, though."

Michelle's mouth was open at the revelation from her mother. In a way, it was a relief. It gave her dreams substance and a sense of reality.

"All this has come about quite recently, Michelle," Janet continued. "I could tell you how it all started, but that's not important right now. I'll tell you all about it sometime."

Earl spoke up then. "It would seem, Michelle that we have set out on a course that we may not be able to change. In fact, that we probably don't want to change, at least at the present."

"I have so much to think about," Michelle was speaking softly. "You're right, Daddy, I'll call Mike right now. I don't know how much I'll tell him right now."

"Tell him you love him. The affair with his mother doesn't matter," Earl told her.

Michelle went into the living room to call home. Her parents closed the door to give her privacy. She was gone about ten minutes and returned with tears rolling down her cheeks, but smiling.

"I think it's ok," she said. "I told him I wouldn't be home until next week. I started to tell him I needed to help Mom with a problem. Then I remembered what Daddy said about honesty. I told him I would tell him everything when I get home. I will. Well, everything I can."

Michelle was wiping her eyes with a tissue as the tears subsided. "Thank you, Daddy. That was the right thing to do."

Earl said, "I have work tomorrow, so I'll let you ladies talk. You can tell me anything I need to know in the morning." With that, he went to bed.

"I'd like to know how you feel about making love with your sisters and your nephew," Michelle said.

Janet thought for a moment, then replied, "I'd have to say it was exciting. All of it." She paused then and started to speak a couple of times. Then, she said, "I think it may have saved my marriage, strange as it may seem. I'll tell you those details later, too."

"Didn't it bother you watching Dad making love with another woman?" Michelle asked.

"No. I thought it would, but it didn't. Mary says it didn't bother her, either, when David made love with me. You need to remember that we three sisters have always been very close. I was always like an older sister to the other two.

"Earl said it really excited him when Edith and I made love."

"I wonder if Rachel would like a threesome with Mike and me," Michelle mused.

"Possibly," Janet said, "but be careful. Don't push too hard. You're talking like you want to make love with a woman. Have you ever tried it?"

"No," Michelle replied, "but I've woken up very horny a few times after dreaming about it with you or my aunts.

"For that matter, I've had wet dreams about sex with Daddy. I didn't know women had wet dreams.

"But Mom, Mike is still the big thing in my life."

"Of course he is, Dear." Janet said. "The trick is to let him become part of your new life. If you want to go there. To change your lifestyle, that is."

"That's going to take a lot of thought," Michelle said.

"We'll answer any questions you might have, Michelle. We will try not to influence you."

Janet and Michelle moved to the couch. They sat and held hands. They talked for over an hour and fell asleep cuddled together. When Janet woke, Michelle was lying on her mother's breast with her hand on the tit. Janet's hand was covering her daughter's.

Janet stayed that way, enjoying the closeness. Eventually, it was time to wake up Earl and get him some breakfast. She eased Michelle down on the couch and covered her with a blanket.

Janet woke Earl. She had his coffee ready when he got to the kitchen. Janet closed the door to the living room so they could talk.

"How did your talk with Michelle go?" he asked.

"She's very confused. She doesn't know what is going to happen," Janet replied. "But I think she is leaning towards following in our footsteps. I'm being very careful not to push her."

"I'll be careful, too," Earl said. "But tell me something. How would you like her to decide?"

"Earl, the thought of making love with our daughter sends chills up my spine. Even the idea is exciting. I got wet just talking to her.

"The thought of you and I both with her is even more exhilarating." Janet paused then.

Earl said, "If she wants to go that way, it might be best if you and she made love first. What do you think?"

"I don't know," Janet replied. "She has a crush on you. Apparently, some of the most vivid dreams were about you and her."

"We need to be careful," Earl said thoughtfully. "It sounds like it would be easy to mess her head up right now."

Earl left for work. Janet puttered around the kitchen until Michelle woke. Janet poured coffee for her and they sat at the kitchen table. 

"I dreamt about you last night," Michelle said.

"What kind of dream?" Janet asked.

"The same kind," Michelle responded. "Would you show me what to do, Mom?"

"Think very carefully, Michelle. Is it really what you want?"

"Don't you want to, Mom?"

"That doesn't matter at all," Janet told her. "It is your decision, and a big one."

"Ok, Mom. I'll think about it."

They sat at the table a little longer while Michelle ate a bowl of cereal. Michelle went to the guest bedroom, her old room, to take a nap. Janet laid down, too, in her room. Neither woman had gotten very restful sleep on the couch.

Michelle's kisses woke Janet about an hour later. She laid next to her mother, raining kisses on her face. Her hand caressed Janet's breasts through her blouse.

Between kisses Michelle was saying, "I want to, Mom. Please show me. Please show me how."

A startled Janet took a moment to figure out what was happening. Then a surge of desire flowed through her. Her hand that was behind her daughter's head brought their lips together for a kiss. It was a lover's kiss, not a mother's. Michelle's hands unbuttoned her mother's blouse. Hers was already off. Her grapefruit sized breasts were bare for her mother's kiss. It was a little awkward, but Michelle got the blouse off even while her mother caressed and kissed her tits.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 08



They laid together, kissing and fondling each other's breasts. Janet's hand went to Michelle's thigh and caressed her. It traveled to her panty covered pussy. Janet rubbed Michelle's slit through the fabric of the panties. Michelle responded with indrawn breath and a gasp of pleasure.

"Let's get these clothes off," Janet said as she stood and lowered the zipper on her skirt. Michelle followed suit and mother and daughter looked at each other's naked body. 

"You're beautiful," Michelle said softly. "Just as I pictured you."

They laid back on the bed and held each other tightly. They kissed, touched, caressed, and they made love with their lips, their hand and fingers. They excited each other. The lust grew as they touched and kissed.

Janet's hand felt Michelle's pussy. Janet felt the juices flowing from her. She slid down to lie between her daughter's legs. Inhaling the musky scent of her arousal, Janet's tongue flicked out to taste the juice beading on the lips of the pussy in front of her. Janet loved her daughter's beautiful muff.

As she pushed her tongue past her daughter's lips, into the sanctum of her cunt, Michelle sighed deeply. A fantasy had come true. Her mother was making love with her. It would be her turn next. There would come her chance to lick and suck at her mother's pussy.

That was for later. As her mother licked her clit, she lost all sense of reality. Only the pleasure she was receiving mattered. Her legs clasped Janet's body. Her hands tangled in Janet's hair. She lifted her hips. She thrust them at her mother, smearing her with the nectar of her lust. 

She came and came again. Michelle was lost in the orgasmic pleasures of having her cunt eaten. She basked in being eaten by the woman she had fantasized about, her mother. She came back to reality enough to realize she wanted to do the same for her mother. 

"Please stop," Michelle said. It was a gasp. "Please."

Her hand pushed at her mother's head. Reluctantly, Janet backed away. Away from the delight of her daughter's fragrant cunt. 

"I want to do it to you, Mom." Janet heard, but dimly. It took a minute for her to comprehend. Her daughter wanted to eat her. She slid up the bed to lay facing Michelle.

Michelle licked at the juices on her mother's lips and her face. She tasted herself. She kissed Janet's tits. Michelle slid down her mother's luscious body. She laid between her legs, as her mother had done. She gazed at the pussy before her. It was the first time she had ever looked at a woman's sex closely. She sniffed gently, testing the scents. She inhaled the musk of her mother. She found it to be delightful.

She shyly let her tongue slide over Janet's labia, sampling the juices and the essences. She slid her tongue into the cunt before her, exulting in the deed. It was her first time ever. She felt the triumph of love and lust. The dam broken, she buried her face in the folds of Janet's pussy. She pushed in to lick and suck. Michelle worked to make her mother cum and cum again. She relished the sounds of enjoyment from her mother. She cherished the gasps and the moans. She delighted in the feel of her mother's legs clasping her body. She loved her mother's hands twisted in her hair. They held Michelle there; there at her well; her garden.

She lost herself, much as she had when her mother ate her. Her senses gone, aware only of the sounds, the scents, the feel of Janet's orgasms. Cumming time after time. Cumming with the thrill of her daughter eating her cunt.

Finally, both of them were sated. They laid together, kissing and touching.

"Would you like to sleep with us tonight?" Janet asked.

"Oh, Mom. What will Daddy say? I want to so much."

"Do you want to make love with your father?" Janet asked. "You said it was one of your most intense dreams."

Michelle buried her face against Janet's breast. Her voice muffled, she said, "Yes, Mom. Yes, I want to. Just like I wanted to with you."

"Then, let's get up and dress. We need to get your father's dinner started."

They worked together in the kitchen, touching often. They laughed together. When they were caught up, they sat together and had a glass of wine. They, both of them, could feel the love.

As soon as Earl came through the door, he knew something had changed. His wife and daughter were both smiling. The teary look of Michelle had changed to a happy smile. So had Janet's worried frown.

He felt reassured by the change. He had worried about his daughter the whole day, afraid they might do the wrong thing. He breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Wife and daughter both kissed him. On the lips, lovingly. Janet fixed him a drink and poured herself and Michelle another glass of wine. They sat at the table. Normally, they would have gone to the living room.

"Michelle has decided for herself," Janet told him. "She wants to share what we have found."

"That's wonderful, Michelle," Earl told her. "I'm glad you decided that way. Although any decision you made would have been ok with us."

Mother and daughter served dinner. Earl helped clean up afterward, then went for a shower. He took extra care shaving that night. He did not want to send his daughter back to her husband with whisker burns. 

He was still in good shape for a man in his early fifties. His stomach was flat, his muscle tone good. He exercised regularly. His libido wasn't what it had been, but he had no trouble getting it up. He was limited to a couple of times a night, though.

Janet came into the bathroom. They showered together. The time had not come to include Michelle. As they dried each other, Janet told her husband about her afternoon with their daughter. 

"She worked it out herself," Janet told him. "I'm quite proud of her. For having the courage to decide on something that many people would condemn.

"She told me she wants to make love with you tonight. I think you have already figured that out. I'll help her if I have to. Maybe I'll warm her up."

Earl put on a bathrobe, as did Janet. Neither wore anything under the robe. They waited in their bedroom on the bed, backs against the headboard. Michelle appeared, bundled up in a robe like her parents were. She gave off an aura of excitement and of anticipation, with a touch of nervousness.

Her parents rose to meet her. They led her to the bed. Janet let her robe slide from her shoulders. Earl followed her example, then Michelle. Michelle was gazing at her father's hard cock. She licked her lips.

They laid back on the bed, with Earl in the middle. He had an arm around both of the women. He drew Janet to him first to exchange a loving kiss. Then he followed with Michelle.

His lips lingered against his daughter's for a bit. She kissed him again when he didn't draw away. The kisses were soon passionate. Earl's hands were on her tits. They caressed, kneaded, and tweaked the nipples. Michelle's legs parted in an invitation. Her mother watched and rubbed her clit.

Father's and daughter's hands touched, stroked, felt, and learned the other's body. Tits. Pussy. Cock. Exploring. Stimulating.

Janet slid between Michelle's legs to lick at the labia. Michelle was wet. She was ready for her father. Janet backed away. She went back to lie beside them. She fondled her pussy as she watched their loving. 

Michelle rolled onto her back. She held her arms up to her father. 

"I love you, Daddy," she told him. "I want you."

Earl knelt between his daughter's legs. He rubbed his cock on her clit, but she wanted it in her. She took it in her hand and guided him into her cunt. With a deep sigh, Michelle felt her father's cock slide into her.

It was another fantasy fulfilled; her father filling her. He was comfortable. Her pussy was snug on his hardness. It was just as she had always known it would be. She held him tightly. Legs looped over his. Arms clasped him. She held him, felt him and enjoyed the moment.

She loosened her grip just enough for him to start thrusting with his hard manhood. She gloried in the feel of his hard cock sliding through the fluids of her lust. She reveled in his fucking her. She rained kisses on his face, on his neck, and wherever there was bare skin for her lips to taste. She urged his head towards her tit to suck it and/or to bite it.

She rose to an orgasm. She felt a wonderful joy flood her body. It filled her being. She cried out with the pleasure and excitement which flowed through her. Her father, sensing her ecstasy, thrust harder. She met his rhythm; matched it. Their bodies met. Flesh against flesh.

She shouted out her joy, her exhilaration, "Fuck me."

She felt his hot cum flood into her. She welcomed it. Michelle delighted in the feel of the creamy slickness. She held him tightly as he softened. 

"Thank you, thank you," she moaned over again "Thank you, Daddy. I love you."

Her father rolled off on the opposite side from her mother. They both nestled close to her. They held her, kissed her, and loved her.

Michelle laid on her back, smiling. She enjoyed the closeness of her parents. 

Who would ever have guessed, she thought to herself. Her parents engaged in an incestuous relationship with her aunts. Her aunt, Mary, was fucking her son, David. Prim and proper Aunt Mary. David is a hunk, though. Her mother was almost as prim as her sister, Mary. Edith, the third sister, was not as prissy as her sisters, but certainly a bit formal. The three of them, with David, had been in an orgy. One that lasted two nights. Wow!

She was confident now. She was sure of her future. She was sure she could save her marriage. She was sure she had chosen rightly. She picked the path that led to family love. She knew Mike was in her future. She was sure his mother, Rachel, would be soon.

Her parents were already there. They were now a bigger part of her life than before. She could foresee sexual adventures with others in the family. She could almost taste her aunts, Mary and Edith.

She hugged herself. She felt deliciously slutty. Michelle was glad that she had discovered all this while she was still young.

Her mother's hand, kneading her tit, awoke her from her reverie. She put her hand over her mother's and enjoyed the sensation. Michelle tried to guess where it would lead. To mother or father or, maybe, both.

Her mother's hand was on Michelle's pussy. Her finger slid between its lips. Janet's mouth sucked at her tit. Michelle was kissing her father frantically. She kissed his face, his neck, and his chest. As her mother kissed her way down her body, she kissed her way down her father's. His hands on her head guided her gently but insistently. She went gladly to his cock. She moved to kiss it and lick it. Michelle responded to her father's guidance. Even as she was opening her mouth to taste her father's manhood, her legs were spreading for her mother. Janet was poised to lick and to suck. Michelle gasped as her mother's lips sucked her clit. Michelle's wet lips on her father's cock sucked as she was being sucked. She lost all sense of reality. She was only vaguely aware that her father had pulled his wife, her mother, to him to his questing lips and tongue. It was so he could eat her cunt in turn. They closed the circle. It was a union of lust.

Janet was cumming even as her lips and tongue sent Michelle to heaven. Michelle, her mouth full of her father's throbbing cock, was on fire. She felt him tense at the exhilaration of an oncoming orgasm. His fingers twisted in his daughter's hair. He held her as he shot his cum into her eager mouth. His face was still buried in Janet's cunt as their daughter milked his cock.

They were replete. They laid together. Michelle's thoughts, however, continued as before. She imagined a three way with Mike and his mother, Rachel.

Janet laid tasting her husband's cum. She had delighted in sucking it from her daughter's twat. She shivered inside herself. She enjoyed what Mary called a deliciously slutty feeling. She licked the residue from her lips, relishing it.

She found herself wondering about their other daughter, Diane. About whether the dreams affected her. She'd have to ask Michelle. She might know.

They all fell into a restful sleep, tangled together.

The next day was Saturday. Earl was going to play golf. It had been arranged before things got hot with their daughter. It would be hard to get out of. He ate a light breakfast and left early. Michelle was still asleep, but Janet was awake to see him off. 

"I'll eat lunch at the club," he told her. "It will give you and Michelle a chance to talk about things. Look for me about three."

Janet went back to bed and cuddled up with her sleeping daughter. She felt content. Her husband loved her again. She had found new love with her sisters and her nephew. Now her daughter had joined her circle. Willingly, even enthusiastically. She felt Michelle stir and cupped her tit as she bent her head to suck the nipple.

Michelle's eyes opened when she felt her mother at her tit. She held her head as if suckling a baby. She caressed her mother's body. She was still beautiful for a woman her age.

Michelle had to get up for the bathroom. While she was gone, Janet savored the scents of the bedroom and of the night's love making. She thought them delightful. Her sister Mary had told her that she found the aroma of old sex to be erotic. Janet wondered if it was something else that ran in the family.

Michelle returned and threw herself onto the bed. She hugged her mother, feeling their tits pressing against each other. They were soon exchanging hot kisses, nuzzling necks, and kneading each other's tits. They slid down to the center of the bed and Janet flipped around so they were head to groin. Both women opened their legs, as if by instinct, inviting the other and asking for the pleasure to come. Their pussies were wet, partly from the memories of the night before.

Janet licked at Michelle's thighs. She tasted the sweat and the juices that had flowed onto them during the lovemaking. She lapped at the residue of her husband's cum. She inhaled the musk from her daughter's pussy. Her tongue touched the labia, tasting the fresh juices mixing with the old.

Her tongue passed the gates of the lips. It went to the clit and then into the tunnel to the womb. She tasted traces of Earl's cum that remained in her daughter's cunt. She licked it. She sucked it. She relished the tang of it and the flavors.

Janet was hot. She was aroused. Her daughter's face was buried between the folds of her cunt. They ate each other, mother and daughter. They cried out at the pleasure; the ecstasy, as they came with each other, on each other's face. They exulted in the lust and the passion until they could take no more and collapsed, to lay together holding each other.

They stirred after a while. Janet got them robes from the closet. They went to the kitchen for coffee.

"Mother, I'm so happy," Michelle said. "I never, in my wildest dreams, ever imagined days and nights like this."

"I'm glad," Janet replied. "I'm very happy you decided as you did. I wish I knew more about how to please you, woman to woman.

"Maybe we should visit your aunt Edith. She has had some experience with women. She may be able to teach us something."

"That might be fun," Michelle said. "Could we ask Aunt Mary to come with us?"

"Probably, I'll ask. We'll see when a good time is for everyone.

"When are you going home?" Janet asked.

"Probably, I better go tomorrow. It's a four hour drive and I want to spend some time with Mike, getting our lives back together. I won't say anything, just yet, about you and Daddy and my aunts."

"Ok, Darling. I'll let you know when we can all get together with Edith. Probably at her place would be best. It's much closer to you than we are."

They had breakfast together. Neither one dressed. They stayed naked under their robes. They sat close together on the couch. They talked about a lot of things. They discussed Janet's new relationship with her sisters and me, David. They spoke of the problems that Janet had in her marriage and the problems that Michelle had in hers.

"I have a question for you," Janet said. "Do you like porn videos?"

"Sometimes. Mike likes to watch them once in a while. The good ones make me hot."

"We'll watch one tonight then," Janet told her. "Let's pick one out."

Together they went through the videos Janet and Earl had. They picked out a couple to watch.

Janet decided to ask Michelle about Diane. "What about your sister, Michelle? Has she ever mentioned anything about the dreams?"

"No," Michelle replied. "She never has. But I never said anything to her about my dreams, either." She paused. "In fact, it seems to me that none of your sisters ever mentioned them to each other."

"No, we never did." Janet said. "Not until recently."

"If you want me to, Mom, I can feel Diane out."

"How does her marriage seem to be going?" Janet asked. "She may tell you things she wouldn't tell me."

"As far as I know, things are ok, Mom. We talk about once a week or so."

"Use your own judgment about if and when to bring the subject up. And about how far to take it."

They showered together, with a feeling of closeness. They dried each other playfully kissing boobs and twats. They dressed with panties and robes.

Earl came home about three to find them in the kitchen fixing his dinner. It was pot roast, one of his favorite meals. Both women were wearing bathrobes. He speculated about whether they were wearing any clothes under the robes.

The dinner was a success. They discussed Michelle's travel plans. "I had hoped you could stay a little longer," Earl told his daughter.

"I'd love to, Daddy, but I want to make things right with Mike, and maybe his mother."

"I guess that would be best," Earl told her, after a pause he continued. "You're right. The sooner the better."

After dinner, Earl went to shower and shave. The women sat on the couch. Both looked forward to what was to come. Earl returned to the living room, a bulge already showed on his bathrobe. The women moved apart to give him room to sit between them. As soon as he was settled, Janet hit the remote to start the video.

It was a threesome with two women and one man. It didn't run very long before Michelle and Janet were both fondling Earl's cock. They had his robe open so that his manhood stood erect.

Earl slid off the couch to kneel between Michelle's legs. He gazed at his daughter's vulva. The cap of hair framed it like a light brown aura. The labia was puffy and aroused. He touched it with his fingers to spread the swollen lips. They revealed the inner petals, red, aroused, ready. He contemplated the hard nubbin of her clit, still hiding behind its shield, waiting for his tongue to release her. He saw the dark hole of the tunnel to her womb, to her heat, to the hot deep woman.

Closer, he licked her thighs and kissed them. Ever closer, he breathed her scent, her musk. His breath came hard, his body filled with a sensation of expectancy, of desire. He felt his daughter's hand on his head, softly caressing.

She was hot and ready. The juices of her lust glistened against the red of her inner pussy. He tasted her. His tongue flicked out to lick at the inner petals. She was aroused, swollen, red, and wet with her essences.

He buried his face in her. His tongue sought to bring her pleasure. His lips sucked on the hard button of her clit.

Janet watched, rapt, as her daughter responded to her father's attention. Her own fingers were at her pussy. Into her, into her hole, she filled herself with her fingers. They thrust and felt for the g-spot, that magic place where a touch would send her to heaven.

Janet knelt on the couch next to Michelle. She leaned into her daughter. They shared a hot, open mouthed kiss. Tongues twisted. Her free hand was with Michelle's, on her husband's head. They encouraged him.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 08



Janet was cumming, hard; from her fingers, from the excitement of watching her husband eat their daughter's cunt. From the sounds of gratification from Michelle, from the sight of Earl eating and sucking, giving her daughter pleasure. 

"That's how he looks when he eats me," she thought.

Michelle was crying out with pleasure, exhilarated, in heaven. Her kisses with her mother were wet, sloppy, mindless. 

Reluctantly she pleaded, "Please stop." Even as her hand pushed her father deeper into her hot, wet cunt; she was begging for him to stop. The bliss was overwhelming her, drowning her in a tidal wave of carnal pleasure.

Her father pulled away from her hot cunt. She saw his cock, big, harder than before, erect. 

Janet slid from the couch to kneel facing him. Her were hands on his cock. She led him to her pussy as she lay on the floor with her legs splayed lewdly. Inviting. Demanding.

She pulled him on top of her. To fuck her. To fill her cunt. Her legs clasped him as he entered her. Her husband. Her lover.

Her pussy was already hot and wet from her fingers. Already on the verge of an orgasm, another orgasm. She held him. She licked his face. She tasted her daughter's juices. She came and came again. Willing him to pour his seed into her, to fill her with his hot cum.

He pumped his hard cock into her. Michelle watched, thrilled at the sight of her parents making love. She rejoiced when she saw her father tense, her mother's hips lifting to him, as he filled her with his cum.

They lay there. Michelle rolled off the couch to join them. In an all-encompassing embrace they rested, regaining their strength. Earl stood first. He held out a hand to each of the women and helped them to their feet. Together they went to the bedroom. They fell into bed together and, sated, they slept until morning.

Michelle sucking his cock is what woke Earl. She laid on her belly, next to his legs, her mouth on his hard cock. She looked up at him when she felt him stir. She reached for one of his hands and put it on her head. He got the message and grabbed a handful of her hair.

She was enjoying what she was doing. She loved the feel of his hard cock filling her mouth, the feel of his heat on her tongue. She felt his hands tighten in her hair. She knew he was about to cum. A thrill of expectation ran through her body.

She felt his hot cum gush into her eager mouth. She felt the thick creamy smoothness of it. She savored the taste. She licked his cock clean as he softened.

She and Earl held each other tightly as they kissed afterward. Her mother was stirring when she and her father got up. They went to the kitchen to start the coffee.

They were seated at the table, with coffee, when Janet came in. She looked lovely, radiant. Michelle stood and hugged her. They had breakfast and showered together. Michelle packed her bag and loaded it in her car. After hugs, choruses of "I love you," and lots of kisses she got on her way.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 09



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18, or more.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters.




Michelle thought she would be home about two o'clock. She planned on getting lunch at a drive through and eating on the way. She thought as she drove. It had been an exciting weekend. Exhilarating. Her whole body felt alive. Every cell was energized.

She knew she had found something. A new love with her family. She wanted to share her discovery with her husband and, by extension, his mother. She liked Rachel. If Mike wanted to love her, then she would, too.

She made plans as she drove. She called Mike on her cell phone when she stopped for gas. "I'll be home about two," she told him. "I hope you'll be there to make love with me."

Mike replied, "I'll be here, Honey, and waiting."

She thought she would visit Rachel the next day. Strike while the iron is hot, she thought. Besides, she didn't want anything to change her mind. The longer she waited, the more likely it would be.

She thought about Rachel. She was an attractive woman, not beautiful. She was friendly and outgoing. Slightly overweight, about like her aunt, Mary. She had never seen any indication that Rachel would be interested in a woman. She would have to tread carefully.

Her thoughts of her aunt, Mary, got her thinking about the all-girl meeting her mother was planning to set up. 

"I think I'll try to get some more information on the subject," she thought. 

She thought fondly about her parents. They had been in her dreams for years, just as she had told them. Now the dreams, some of them, had come true. There were still her aunts, and David, and Rachel, and Diane. Diane, her little sister. How do I ask her about the dreams? She wondered. Diane is such a prude.

Michelle parked in their garage. She looked at her watch. It was just a little after two. That had been a good guess. The door from the garage led to the kitchen.

She entered and called out, "Hello, I'm home."

"In here," Mike called from the living room. He appeared at the door wearing a robe. He held his arms out to her and they rushed together. With hugs and hot kisses, they greeted each other.

"Why don't you get my stuff out of the car while I change, Mike?"

"Ok, don't be too long."

In their bedroom, Michelle stripped off her traveling clothes. She was going to change her panties, but stopped. Mike liked the scent, especially since she had been horny on the drive home. They were soaked with her juices. She was just putting on a robe from the closet when Mike came in with one of her bags.

"I'll bathe later," she said holding out her arms to him.

Mike didn't know what had happened on Michelle's visit to her parent's, but whatever it was he was all for it. Michelle had left home angry and disgusted with him. She had found out that he and his mother were lovers, it had upset her badly. So he was surprised when she called him a few days later to tell him she loved him and that she didn't care if the affair with his mother continued.

He talked to his mother about it. She was overjoyed, too. Rachel wanted Mike for a lover, but she wanted Mike and Michelle's marriage to succeed. If she had to leave Mike and move away, she was willing to do so. But she didn't want to.

Mike and Michelle embraced. She led him to the bed and sat on the edge. He slid to his knees before her. She untied the sash on her robe and let it fall open. Mike pressed his head against her mound, just above the panties. The feel of her flesh delighted him. He thought he had lost her.

He delighted, too, in her fragrance. The scents of traveling, of sweat, the juices of lust, a tiny trace of piss. He let his head slide lower to rest his nose in her slit, through her panties. He savored the aroma; the bouquet of a woman he loved.

His tongue flicked out to lick at the panties. To taste the scents, the flavors. Michelle pushed at the elastic of her panties. He reached to pull them down as she lifted her hips. He pulled them over her feet and tossed them aside.

Mike looked at his wife. Her open robe was a background for her lovely body. He lowered his head to her pussy, dove into her, to lick, to suck, to make her cum. He was in ecstasy as her body reacted to his tongue and lips. Her legs over his shoulders, squeezed him. Her heels on his back, pressed him closer. Her hands on his head were gentle but urgent.

Mike was so hard he hurt. Michelle was cumming on his face, her juices flowed from her aroused pussy. Mike stood and fell on top of her. His throbbing cock found her eager pussy. Her legs clasped him. Her arms drew him to her face. Her mouth open, they shared wet, hot, kisses that included exploring tongues. She sucked at her juices on his face. She tasted herself. She loved it. She loved him.

He couldn't hold back. He exploded into her. He filled her eager cunt with his cum. He thrust into her until he was too soft to continue. She kept him on top of her. Her arms and legs held him.

When at last she released him, he reluctantly rolled off her to lay by her side. Michelle snuggled up to him. She was feeling satisfied, as was Mike. They held each other and dozed off.

Mike woke first. It was late afternoon, nearing dinner time. He slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb Michelle. He went to the kitchen to start dinner. His mother had made a casserole for him. He got it from the refrigerator and put it in the oven to warm.

He went back to the bedroom to lie down again with Michelle. He leaned over her. He licked at her mound. Her thighs. Tasted the juices coating her thighs. Her juices. His cum. In her sleep, she opened her legs to him. She mumbled in her sleep but he could not understand her.

Michelle woke to feel him at her pussy. She pulled at his hip wanting his cock. Wanting him to eat her. Wanting to eat him. He came to her turning his body so they could reach each other's sex. To suck. To lick. To make each other cum. Michelle came, and came again. Mike filled her mouth with thick, creamy, cum. He turned back to face her and they kissed. The cum mixed with her juices that he held in his mouth.

They laid next to each other. Mike told her he had dinner heating. Michelle suddenly realized she was hungry. They put their bathrobes on and went to the kitchen.

Over dinner, Mike asked, "What happened Michelle? You left here angry and ready to leave me, then everything changed."

"It's a little involved, Mike. But, first, I realized I love you." She paused. "I told Mom and Dad what the problem was. That you and your mom are lovers." Mike turned red at that, and a little angry. "Mike, I was very upset. Please don't get angry until I finish. If I hadn't told them, I never would have known what to do.

"They weren't as upset as I thought they would be. They took me to talk to someone. Someone I have known my whole life. It is a woman and her son. They have an incestuous relationship and are very much in love. 

"I realized that you could love your mother like that and still love me, too. That's when I called you." 

Michelle did not mention the incestuous loving she had with her parents. It wasn't time for that yet.

After dinner, Michelle said she was going to take a shower. 

"Please wait until morning," Mike said. "I think you smell nice. Like sex. It is very erotic."

Michelle thought about her aunt, Mary, who loved the fragrance of past sex. She agreed. They sat on the couch together talking. Mike asked about the mother-son relationship she had told him about.

"I can't tell you much. It is a private affair between the two of them. I will say that I was very surprised to learn about it. Why don't you tell me a little about your affair with your mother?" Michelle asked him.

"It goes back to when I was eighteen," Mike said. "I accidentally caught Mom using a vibrator. It made me so hot I went to my room to jerk off. She followed me, trying to explain. The rest is history.

"Like the pair you told me about, we are in love. But I love you more. It will end with Mom, if you want it to."

"No," Michelle said. "I need to think about it. Don't shut your mother out. I learned a lot while I was visiting my parents. We can come up with a solution."

They went back to bed. Mike laid with his face at her fragrant cunt. His tongue licked at the swollen petals of her inner lips. Orgasms tore through her. 

"Fuck me," he heard. 

Mike rose to lay on top of her. She liked it when he rose from eating her to lie on top and push his big cock into her pussy. She was always ready when he did it. Primed, ready to cum, from his sucking and licking. He would be extra hard, too. The excitement of eating her made him even more aroused.

His hard cock felt good in her. Stretched the walls of her pussy. Filled it. 

"It's almost the same as Daddy's," she thought. That was good, the two cocks she wanted the most were the same size, and just right for her.

She was cumming hard when she felt him tense and thrust hard into her. His cum gushed into her cunt. She squeezed her pussy on him. Milked him. Held him tightly on top of herself.

Afterwards, they laid together to sleep. She woke first, before the alarm went off. It was a Monday. Mike had to work. She got up and went to the kitchen to start the coffee. Then Michelle went to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. She would shower together with Mike.

She went back to the bedroom to sit on the edge of the bed. She inhaled the scent of loving from last night and yesterday afternoon. 

"I could get to like the scent," she thought. "Just like Aunt Mary." The fragrance reminded her. It had been a great day and night. A beautiful continuation of her days with Mom and Dad. 

She left before the alarm went off. When Mike came into the kitchen she was at the table drinking coffee. 

"Good morning, Sweetheart," she told him. She got him a cup of coffee as he sat.

"You look beautiful this morning," Mike told her.

"It's all the hormones you stirred up," she replied.

They didn't say much more until it was time for Mike to get ready for work. They showered together. They washed and then, with soft, fluffy, towels they dried each other. Michelle put on a bra and panties with a bathrobe. She waited in the kitchen for Mike to be ready. Then she kissed him goodbye.

Mike was an executive with a local firm. He was a bit young for his position, but he was quite good at it. He made a good salary and had a bright future.

When he had left, she dressed to visit her mother. She chose her outfit carefully. She wanted to look attractive and a little sexy, but not like she was flaunting herself.

She settled on a skirt and blouse. She thought about nylons, but decided against them. Her shoes were low heels. Her makeup was minimal, but expertly applied.

She called Rachel to let her know she was coming. It was ten o'clock when she pulled into the driveway. Rachel greeted her at the door. They normally would have hugged, but Rachel was uncertain. She didn't offer a hug, but as soon as Michelle was in the door she held her arms out. Rachel was happy when she did, taking it as a good sign.

Rachel had coffee ready. She poured for both of them and they sat at the kitchen table sipping it. 

"We have a lot to talk about," Michelle started the conversation.

"I suppose I should apologize," Rachel responded.

"I don't think that's necessary, Rachel. When I tell you everything you'll see why."

Rachel looked at Michelle without comment.

"To begin with, when I told my parents about you and my husband having an incestuous relationship they did not get upset. Instead, they took me to meet with a mother and son with the same kind of bond. They were very much in love.

"I realized that you must love each other, you and Mike. I realized, too, that I loved Mike too much to let him go because he loves you."

Michelle paused then continued. "I told Mike that much. I didn't tell him what I'm about to tell you. I will, eventually, but not just yet.

"You see, Rachel, I married into an incestuous family without knowing it. But, also without knowing it, I come from an incestuous family."

Rachel's mouth fell open. "You mean you and your father? Or mother?"

"Let me tell you about it, Rachel, so you have the facts. By the way, before I go any further, I must have your promise to say nothing about what I tell you. Not even to Mike. We can tell him when the time is right. Hopefully that will be quite soon."

"I guess I can promise that," Rachel said.

Michelle continued. "When I married Mike, there had not yet been any incest. In fact, it all started quite recently. My aunt, Mary, is who my parents took me to see. She and her son David were the first.

"My mother joined them after they had been lovers for a couple of months. Then at David's graduation from college, my aunt Edith became part of the family incest group. That was only a few weeks ago."

Michelle paused again, getting her thoughts organized.

"There is a characteristic that seems to be present in the women of my family, or at least most of them. That includes me.

"We have dreams, fantasies, about other members of our family. They are very realistic. They are about both sexes. I must admit the women outnumber the men, by quite a bit. We dream about making love with them.

"I guess, normally, dreaming about making love with women would be considered an indication of lesbian tendencies, but the only women that interest us are family members."

Rachel was fascinated by Michelle's story. She had no idea where it was leading, but she was certain it would be interesting.

"To continue about the incest. My father and mother had been watching porn together. Why is another story. My father suggested a threesome to my mother. Mother played dumb. She was already in a relationship with Mary, David, and Edith. She put my father off for a couple of weeks, then brought Edith home with her.

"She didn't know it, but Daddy had already figured everything out. At least in general. They all had a wild weekend together. So now Daddy was part of the incest group. Edith wanted everyone to get together for an orgy, but the others didn't want to move so fast."

"About then is when I showed up with my sad tale. Mom took me to Aunt Mary. We had a long talk that completely changed my outlook. That's when I called Mike and told him I loved him."

"Then I made love with my mother. It was my first time with a woman. Later, my father. All three of us together, too. So you see, I am in the same position you and Mike are."

Rachel sat, trying to digest everything. Her first thought was that Michelle had been unfaithful to Mike. But then she realized that, considering everything, it was a ridiculous idea. 

"I'm not sure where this leaves us," she told Michelle, "except maybe that we are two wicked women." She paused. "But I don't feel wicked."

"Nor do I," Michelle said. "Aunt Mary has a phrase for it. She says she feels deliciously slutty."

"Now we have to talk about something delicate," Michelle told her. "We both love Mike. We both want him for a lover. I suggest that you move in with us. Make us a three-way family. That would include you and I having a relationship."

Michelle watched Rachel, her face calm, but her thoughts in a mess. Rachel looked back, her face looking scandalized at first. Then it smoothed out. 

"You mentioned the dreams the women in your family have. Did you ever have dreams about me?"

"Yes, occasionally. But I'm very much in love. They aren't as frequent when we love someone. You were in a few, though."

"Tell me about them."

"My dreams were like those many of my female relatives had. We would wake up dreaming we were with someone knowing we had made love, but not having dreamed of the actual act itself. The dreams got more explicit as they continued."

"I don't want to lose Mike," Rachel said.

"If we don't work together one of us, maybe both, will lose him," Michelle told her mother.

"I've never made love with a woman," Rachel said. "It will require some thought. Maybe a lot of thought."

"We don't have time for too much thinking," Michelle told her. "Would you like to see what we are talking about? I have some videos."

"You mean porn? I've never watched any. Never wanted to."

"I think you should watch these," Michelle said. "I picked them out special to show you. I watch once in a while with Mike, but we don't do it often."

"Ok. I'll watch," Rachel agreed. They went to the living room. Michelle loaded the first video. They sat on the couch to watch. There was a space of a couple of feet between them.

Rachel's thoughts were a jumble. She didn't want to lose Mike. She didn't want his marriage to fail, either.

She had never thought seriously about making love with a woman. But she was now. She had to admit to herself that Michelle was a very attractive woman. One that she would be attracted to, if she was attracted to women. Then she had to ask herself, "What did I just think?"

The video started. It was quite well done. That is why Michelle had selected it. Rachel watched two nice-looking women making love. Doing to each other things that Rachel loved to have done to her. When it was over she thought, "That looked like more fun than I thought."

Michelle loaded the other video. This one was about a threesome. Two women and a man. The man and one woman looked young. The other woman a bit older. She seemed to be teaching the younger ones. This one turned Rachel on more than the first one. She could feel her pussy reacting to the stirrings of lust.

It had an effect on Michelle, too. Her hand caressed Rachel's thigh. Rachel's hand was on top of Michelle's, guiding her. Somehow, too, the space between them had closed. When the video was about half over, Michelle kissed Rachel softly but insistently.

After her first shock, Rachel found herself returning the kiss. It actually felt nice. They went back to watching the video. The younger woman sucked the man's cock while the older woman ate the younger one's pussy.

Rachel found her hand on her pussy. She looked at Michelle. Her skirt was pushed up and her hand was rubbing her slit through her panties. The video ended with everyone in a circle, each with their head at another's sex. Eating and being eaten.

Rachel was almost speechless when the second video ended. After a couple of false starts she was able to say, "That was exciting."

"It was, wasn't it?" Michelle answered. "Let's watch the first one again."

"Ok," Rachel responded.

Michelle put the video in the player and returned to the couch. This time, she sat closely to Rachel. Their hips touched. Rachel hit the remote button to start it.

This time around Rachel was able to pay more attention. She felt her juices starting to flow, soaking her panties. When Michelle pulled her head around for a kiss, she responded eagerly. They were soon playing with each other's tits. Their thighs rubbed and they fingered each other's pussy through their panties.

Michelle was hot too, but more restrained. She wasn't sure how far she wanted to go without Mike.

"Whew!" she said as she broke off a hot kiss with Rachel. "That's hot. Let's take a break and talk."

They shut off the video and went to the kitchen. Rachel started a pot of coffee.

Sitting at the table Rachel said, "I've never kissed a woman before."

"I hadn't either, until just the other day." Michelle responded. "I think we know where we are going with this. With you and me and Mike. We need to think about how much further. Other family members is what I'm thinking about."

"I think, you and I and Mike as a family sounds good," Rachel mused. "My moving in with you sounds good. I don't know about the rest of it."




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 09



"If you spent the weekend with my parents that I just did," Michelle told her, "you wouldn't be in doubt. I'm not, I want more times with them."

"I don't have much family that we could expand to. A brother and sister, both with grown children," Rachel said. "We're on good terms, but not close."

"Maybe you should visit my mom and dad for a couple of days. Just to see how wonderful it is to expand your horizons."

"Maybe," replied Rachel. "How do you think Mike will take all this?"

"Ok, I hope," replied Michelle. "Why don't we tell him everything this evening? Tell him what the future is likely to bring."

"Will he, or even you or I, get jealous?" Rachel wondered.

"I hope not," Michelle replied. "Why don't we start with our new ways tonight? You come for dinner, and stay the night. Our house is bigger, so I think that would be the best for all three of us together. You can start moving in tomorrow. In fact, you can bring clothes and toiletries tonight."

"Ok, that sounds like it will work," Rachel responded. "Now, how do we finish what we started? Personally, as much as I'd like to continue right now, I'd feel like I was cheating on Mike. But once he knows that we will be lovers, I don't think he has to be there every time."

"I think you're right, Rachel. Let's wait until tonight. Right now, let's get some lunch."

The two women went to a local coffee shop for lunch. They felt a closeness. More so than before. There was also a feeling of adventure. They were going to new places in their life. Back at Rachel's, after lunch, they watched some more video. They were careful not to get too hot and horny.

"Wear something sexy tonight, Rachel, but not too sexy. I'll do the same. I'll stop for carry out on the way home. Is barbecue ok?"

"Yes, especially brisket. Mike loves it," Rachel replied. "Let's give the condemned man a hearty meal."

Mike came home from work to smell the dinner warming in the oven. He kissed his wife and hugged her hard. He was still happy that their marriage had survived. His mother had been on his mind all day. He wanted their relationship to continue. He hoped he could find a way.

"Your mother is coming for dinner, Mike." Michelle told him. "Why don't you go change?" 

Mike showered. He shaved carefully and put on casual clothes. He didn't know what to expect at dinner. Apparently, his wife and his mother had got together some time during the day. She was in the kitchen with Michelle when he came back there after his shower.

The meal went well. The women were friendly and laughing with each other as if they shared a private joke. 

"Maybe they do," thought Mike.

Michelle served coffee after the dinner dishes were cleared. 

"We need to have a talk, Mike," Michelle said. "You, your mother, and I."

Mike looked at his mother. She was smiling at him.

"We are all going to live together, Mike," Michelle stated. "I have invited your mother to move in with us. She has accepted."

"I am very happy that Michelle and I could agree to both love you," Rachel said. "She has more to tell you."

"Mike, I found out that there are incestuous relationships in my own family. They began quite recently, but it looks like they will continue. My parents, my aunts and my cousin David are all involved. And now I am, too."

Mike looked shocked at her last statement. Did she cheat on him? Then, like his mother, he realized that it was a bit ridiculous to think that. 

"Your mother is going to be sleeping with us. All three of us will be making love together," Michelle continued.

Mike looked at his mother again. He was feeling confused. 

"Yes, Mike," Rachel told him, "You will make love to both of us. And we will make love to each other. We want to work towards a true group marriage. A union of love.

"It is new to me, and almost as new to Michelle. We have much to learn. Tonight will be an adventure for me. The start of the learning experience."

Michelle put in, "Eventually, we will want to integrate with the rest of the family. You have many adventures in your future."

Mike looked from one woman to the other and back again. To his mother he said, "I never thought you had any desire to make love with women, Mom."

He turned to his wife and said, "I never thought you did either, Michelle."

His mother answered first. "I never did Mike. Not until today."

Michelle told him, "I need to tell you something about the women in my family." She told him all about the dreams.

"It sounds like my future has been decided for me," Mike said when she had finished. "But it is a future I would have picked for myself, if given a choice. I love you both."

Both women were overjoyed. They smothered him with kisses. Leading him to the living room, they sat on the couch with Mike between them. They embraced him, stroked and kissed to show their love.

Michelle asked Mike to get his mother's bag from her car and take it to the bedroom. While he was gone the two women hugged each other. 

"I'm excited," Rachel said, "and a nervous wreck, too."

"I know, I was the same way," Michelle responded. "I'm not over it yet. I guess I have a little more experience than you. So, why don't you follow my lead? We'll learn more as we go along. I think if we just do what we would like for ourselves, we'll probably be on the right track."

"OK," Rachel responded. Mike returned to the living room as she spoke. They moved apart so he could sit between them.

"This is new to all of us," Mike said. "Would you two like to go get ready for bed? Or should we all go together? Or maybe you'd like to watch a video."

Michelle and Rachel looked at each other. 

"I think we should all go together," Rachel said. Michelle nodded in agreement.

"Mike, Rachel and I have to consummate our union first," Michelle added. "You should be there."

Mike stood and held out a hand to both of them. In the bedroom, they all undressed. They laid on the bed with Rachel in the middle. Rachel kissed Mike, then turned to Michelle. Soft kisses turned passionate. Hands kneaded tits and tweaked nipples. They caressed wet pussies.

The women slid down on the bed to give themselves room. Mike moved over on the bed to be out of their way. That didn't seem like enough space for them so he rose and sat in a chair. Watching his wife and mother make love was an exciting and erotic experience. His already hard dick was pulsating from the beat of blood rushing into it.

The women were licking thighs, legs spread lewdly. An invitation. Each gazed at the other's muff. The first Rachel had ever seen in a romantic setting. Only the second for Michelle. They absorbed the scents of each other. The strong musky fragrance of desire.

It was Rachel who tasted Michelle first. Her tongue flicked out to lick at the beads of Michelle's juices. She sampled them, wondering, shyly. She had often tasted her own juices on Mike's tongue and lips, but she was curious about another woman's taste. She found it interesting, and not at all unpleasant.

After the experiences of the day... Watching the videos. The caresses and petting. The hot session on the couch. Rachel knew she wanted to make love with Michelle. She was quite certain Michelle felt the same about her. She didn't even realize that her tongue had slid between Michelle's puffy labia. It was only the gasp from her son's wife that told her. She didn't hesitate after that.

Michelle, too, gazed at Rachel's pussy. She brought her face close. To inhale the scent, to feel the want, the desire, the need. She gasped as she felt Rachel's tongue slip through the lips of her pussy. She was surprised that Rachel, with her inexperience, had not waited for her to show the way. 

"She did it," Michelle exulted. She knew that in that instant Rachel was a member of her family.

Michelle did not hesitate further. She buried her face in the folds of Rachel's pussy. Her tongue slid over the petals, to the clit, into the tunnel.

Mike watched, captivated. The bare asses of two desirable women swirled on the bed. Tits flashed as they turned. Her on top, then the other, side by side. They made love to each other with heat and passion. Gasps of pleasure. Cries of exhilaration. Cries of fulfilment. Bodies quivered as orgasms flashed through them.

They stopped when Rachel had enough. She was replete. She pulled back from Michelle. Michelle, when she sensed Rachel's withdrawal, drew back also. The two women laid together. They held each other. Their heads rested on the other's thigh.

They moved, after a brief rest, back to the head of the bed. They held each other, kissed and exchanged the tastes of their juices. Mike went back to the bed to lay together with the two women in his life. Michelle was next to him. She climbed over him so that he was between herself and his mother.

"Your mother first," Michelle told him softly. She wanted to watch. It would be one more step on the road to a united family. On the path that Michelle had planned for them all. The future she had experienced at her parents. That she wanted for herself and her lovers, Rachel and Mike.

Rachel heard her and rolled onto her side to face Mike. He laid on his back, an arm around each of the women. Rachel's hand traveled over his chest, his abs. He was quite muscular despite having a desk job. She felt his cock, hard, the pulse beating in it. She thought of the comfortably full feeling it gave her. The bliss when she felt his hot cum gush into her pussy. She wanted him now. A perfect complement to the love she had just exchanged with his wife.

She reached across him. She pulled him to her, to lie on top of her. She reached for his cock as she felt it at her slit. She guided him and led him to her heat. To fill her pussy. To fuck her. His mother.

She turned her head to see Michelle watching. She did not mind. In fact, she was entranced by the thought of all three of them united.

She gasped in joy as Mike's hard cock filled her. She clasped him, her legs over his butt, ankles hooked. Her arms pulled his face to hers for wet wild kisses. Tongues danced and twisted. She lifted her hips so that he was thrusting almost straight down into her. She knew he wouldn't last long. He was too aroused. But she wanted his cum, his hot cum, pouring into her.

Mike felt the exhilaration of an orgasm beginning. He knew he could not delay it. With every cell of his body singing, he let his cum gush into his mother's cunt.

Rachel covered him with kisses even as he softened. She was ecstatic. Filled with the joy of familial love. Filled with love for the two with her. The two who would be her future. She thought back to her first time with Mike. Of the worry and shame afterward. Of how Mike took her again, even though she tried to refuse him. Of how her shame turned to joy, to carnal bliss, whenever they fucked.

Rachel knew she would have pleasant memories of her first time with Michelle. She could let Michelle lead. She could steer, from the background. There would be times with Michelle with just the two of them, maybe with aunts, or uncles. She felt so alive. More than she had ever felt before.

Mike laid on his back, between Rachel and Michelle, recovering. Rachel snuggled up to his side with sighs of contentment. Michelle on his other side kissed him.

"That was exciting," she told him. Rachel heard and smiled.

Michelle fondled his cock, softly, gently. She knew him well, his resilience. He would be hard again soon. There was no need to rush him. She leaned across Mike to kiss Rachel. A deep loving kiss, expressing her feelings, her love.

Mike was soon hard again. Michelle spread her legs lewdly. She tugged at his arm, wanting him on top. There would be other days for other ways, but tonight she wanted to feel his body on hers. Kneeling between her legs, he rubbed the tip of his hard dick against her clit.

She was wet and ready. She guided him. Her hand on his cock steered him into her tunnel, to fill her, to stretch the walls of her vagina as he slid into her on a slick layer of her juices. She held him tightly full of joy at the fullness he gave her. As he thrust into her she responded. As he plunged his hardness into her, she met him with thrusts of her hips. Body met body in an age old rhythm.

She came quickly. Then as orgasm followed orgasm, she screamed her fulfillment. Her rapture, a rhapsody of lust, of desire. Mike was fresh from filling his mother with his seed. He would last a long time. Their bodies pounded each other, bare flesh slapped against flesh. They rose together to a crescendo of lust as his cum flowed. As it poured from him into her welcoming cunt. As his cock exulted in a climax of passion.

They laid together afterward. The women rested with their bodies molded to Mike's. He was replete, as were his wife and mother. They rested and fell asleep not to wake until morning. Mike had coffee, then showered while the women prepared his breakfast. When he appeared, dressed for work, they both kissed him hungrily. They saw him off for the day, then with their arms around each other they went back to bed.

With wild, hot, kisses, with caresses and fingering, they brought each other to a renewed state of arousal. Sliding against each other's bodies, their flesh rubbed against flesh. They turned to each other's sex. To inhale the scents of the last night's loving. To delicately lick at each other's pussy, before burying their faces. Each in the wetness of the other. Their tongues probed for Mike's cum. Their lips sucked. They tasted the old juices, the new juices, man cum, it was a delightful feast for them both. Orgasms invaded their bodies, almost before they knew they were happening.

Replete, they laid together, each exhilarated. Both thought about the wonder of what they had found in the other.

They napped for a while then went to Rachel's house to start moving her things. Back home again, they called a realtor to put Rachel's house on the market. Then they started dinner for Mike. He would be home soon.

Michelle called her mother, with Rachel listening. She told her all that had happened. About her happiness. About her gratitude to her parents for showing her the way. Earl was still at work, but Janet invited all of them to visit any time they liked. Michelle looked at Rachel, who nodded. 

"Maybe soon," she told her mother.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 10



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18, or older.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters.

Much had happened in our family over the past few weeks. I have been telling you about what happened with my aunt Janet, her daughter Michelle and their families. So maybe I should reintroduce myself. 

I am David. My mother is Mary. Our last name, unlikely as it may seem, is Smith. We were the first of the family to engage in the thrill of incest. It spread from us to my mother's two sisters, my aunts Janet and Edith.

Janet, with Edith's help, introduced her husband, Earl, to the notion. Later, she and Earl introduced their daughter, Michelle, to the joys of familial love. Physical love, that is. Incest, if you prefer.

Michelle carried the message to her husband and his mother. Son and mother had already been in an incestuous relationship. Now it was three of them together.

Earl and Janet had spent a couple of weekends with them. According to Janet, everyone involved had thoroughly enjoyed themselves both times. She said they were all anxious for a repeat.

So the incestuous lifestyle was spreading through the family. So far, all involved approved of the new way of life. They not only approved, all were thoroughly enjoying it.

Much of the spread was caused by the dreams that the female members of my mother's family have. Erotic dreams of making love with other members of the family, with either men or women. When the dreams became too intense, they were forced to act on them. It seemed as if that force was applied subtly, without their knowledge. Maybe they looked at it as coincidence. Whatever. Events occurred to bring them into an incestuous relationship. And thus, into the incestuous circle of our family.

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It was a Friday afternoon. Mother got home from work a little before I did. She was going through the mail when I walked in. She had set aside one letter.

"This is from your Aunt Martha," she said, indicating the letter. Aunt Martha is my father's sister. She had married and moved away shortly after my parents wed. She and Mother had been friends, but the last time we had seen her was at my father's funeral. That was over ten years ago. Communication had dwindled to occasional letters and cards at Christmas. Lately, though, with the growth of the internet, contact had become more frequent.

Aunt Martha had lost her own husband two years ago. She had a son, Rick, about my age, and a daughter, Ruth, who was nineteen. Ruth had graduated from high school. She was trying to decide what to do with her life. Her son was in the Army and stationed in Korea. He would be there another six months. 

Martha's husband had left her well off. Either of the children could have afforded college but neither seemed interested. 

Her letter told us that she was considering moving back home. She asked if Mother could put her up, along with her daughter. It would only be for a couple of weeks or so until they found an apartment. Then they would look for a house to buy.

"Martha was a good friend when we were younger," Mother told me. "I don't think I can refuse her a few days hospitality. She is your father's sister, after all.

"We'll have to watch ourselves while they are here but I think we can survive. If necessary, we can visit Edith."

"Well, Mother," I told her, "don't forget that I'll be moving some things back to my college apartment." It was nearing the end of the summer. I would be returning to school for advanced studies in three weeks. The next week would be my last at work. It had been a summer job with a local engineering firm. I had the impression that they were well satisfied with my work.

"That is a thought," Mother replied. "I can always take a day off to help." She laughed then.

There was another sister on my father's side of the family. That was my aunt Elaine. She was divorced and had one daughter, Shirley. Elaine was the youngest of my father's family. They lived not too far from us. We saw her three or four times a year. She had a good job but they were far from wealthy.

Shirley was a very intelligent girl. She had just turned eighteen. She was ready to start her first year of college. She had a good scholarship that would pay her tuition. Her father had offered to continue his child support payments as long as she was in school. He would also contribute to her living expenses. His contribution would be a big help for her and her mother.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of Elaine and Shirley while Martha and Ruth are here. We don't see them very often. Ruth and Shirley are about the same age, too. I hope they get along together. I don't think they have ever seen much of each other."

Mother emailed Martha telling her she was welcome any time and for as long as she wanted to stay. She did tell her that the guest room only had one bed; that she and Ruth would have to share, or one could sleep on the couch.

The next morning there was a reply from Martha. "Ruth and I don't have any problem sharing a bed. We're leaving Sunday, driving. We should arrive Friday." She signed it "Love, Martha and Ruth."

Mother and I were expecting my aunt Edith that same evening. We were looking forward to it. Our plans were to show her the enjoyment we had found using vibrators. Excitement for both of us. Maybe not an adventure for those blasé folks who have ventured far further than we have on the path of carnal exploration. But a thrill for Mother and I who had started out as sexual neophytes; who were learning new and, to us, exciting things about erotic gratification.

Edith wanted to get us all together for a big orgy. Mother was reluctant. She wasn't sure, yet, if she wanted to have sex with a man other than me. I didn't think I would have a problem, if she did, if he was family. Earl and I had already discussed this possibility. We had agreed that although it might be awkward at first, that it would probably work out ok.

Janet and Earl were going to visit Michelle and her family for the weekend. Like Mother, Janet was having reservations about sex with any other man than Earl. Except, for Mike (Michelle's husband) and then only when Earl was with her.

Mom and I had a cup of coffee while we waited. Fantasies were racing through my mind. Visions of nylon sheathed legs, spread wide, of hairy pussies, wet and ready. Of panties, wet in the crotch; soaked with the juices of anticipation. Mother had a dreamy look on her face. Maybe she was fantasizing, too. Edith was leaving work early so she would arrive not long after we got home.

We heard Edith's car in the driveway. The garage door was open so she could enter that way. We opened the inside door to greet her. There were hugs and kisses all around. The kiss she and I shared was on the lips, with a little tongue. It looked as though she and Mother exchanged a similar greeting.

I looked at Edith as she and Mother embraced. Her ass looked beautiful in a well fitted skirt. Her legs were nylon sheathed. Her moderately high heels added a touch of class. She took her suit jacket off displaying a pretty blouse. It was office wear, what you would expect from a bank officer.

Mother's dress was similar. Although she was slightly overweight, careful fitting made her ass look great, too. Like her sister, she also wore nylons and moderate heels.

My fantasies came back strong. I could visualize Edith driving to our house. The heat of her arousal as she anticipated the erotic evening to come. In my mind, I could almost taste the juices that soaked her panties as she drove.

My mother was there, too, in my daydreams. With the dreamy look she had as we waited for Edith. Her panties, too, would be soaked with the essences of lust. I knew she had spent the afternoon hours at work with her own fantasies of her sister's wet pussy and of my hard cock.

We sat down at the table. I poured wine for everyone. We started catching up on family news. Janet had updated us about Michelle and her family. We thought it was quite exciting. Edith did, too. She brought up the possibility of a family orgy again. Mother good naturedly told her not yet.

Mother asked her if she had gotten together with Janet and Michelle. Edith told her it hadn't happened yet. But that it had been discussed. It would be soon.

Mother told Edith about the expected visit from Martha. 

"We will have to change our sleeping arrangements while they are here. We'll have to delay any get-togethers, too."

Edith was quite excited about Martha's visit. She had been a friend of hers, too. Edith was also very friendly with Elaine. They were quite close in age. They had drifted apart but still got together a couple of times a year.

I poured the ladies another glass of wine. They were talking more about Michelle and her family. They wondered about Diane, Janet's other daughter. They decided they would ask Janet about her when they talked again.

They had finished their wine. I held out a hand to each. They stood and we all hugged. I kissed mother, then Edith. We went to the bedroom then. 

"Leave your panties on," I told them as we undressed. "I love the scent after you've worn them all day. Especially if you've been horny." They left the nylons on, too. I think that nylon clad legs thrilled them as much as me.

I lay on the bed and slid down about a third of the way. I put a pillow under my head for support while Mother and Edith lay on either side of me, their panty clad pussies next to my face. Their wet mouths were kissing my cock. They were both pushing their crotches at me, rubbing their wet panties over my face.

I reveled in the sensations of two hot women licking and sucking at my rock hard cock as they rubbed the scents of their lust over my face. My tongue was tasting one then the other. The fragrance was almost overwhelming. The tastes were irresistible. Musk and sweat and a trace of piss. Soaked into the gusset of their panties. A wonderful blend of aroma and taste that electrified me. The thrill was intense. I lost all control. My cock erupted as the women licked it. My cum gushed from me. Onto their faces. Creamy cum flowed for them to lick, to suck. To rub their faces in. They kissed, open mouthed, hot, tongues dancing. They licked my cum from their faces and from their tongues. 

They forgot me then. They were intent upon each other. Edith rolled across me to lie next to Mother. They were in each other's embrace. Kissing wildly, feeling tits and pussies. Pushing their panties down off their hips. Freeing their cunts for the pleasures to come. I knelt by their feet to pull the panties off both of them. I held both pairs to my face to inhale their aromas as they continued with their love making.

They were at each other's cunt. They licked and sucked. Their bare asses flashed me. I heard moans and cries as they brought each other to orgasms. The wonderful scents of hot women, cum and sweat entranced me. My dick hardened as I stroked it softly with the panties. I didn't want to cum. Only if it was in one of the hot women before me. In her cunt, her mouth, I didn't care. My turn would come. I would try to be patient.

The women broke apart. They lay together as they caught their breath. 

"You two rest for a while," I told them. "I'll go fix some supper for us. Come to the kitchen when you're ready." 

I grabbed a robe and went to the kitchen. I started a pot of coffee and began making a few sandwiches. My boner went down while I worked. I set the table, then sat down to wait for them. They showed up before too long, laughing together. Both were wearing robes, unbelted. They were flashing their bare boobs and bushes as they walked.

The women sat on either side of me, both were rubbing their thighs against mine. After coffee, I set out a plate of sandwiches for us. We all ate lightly. I poured us all wine after eating. Mother asked if anyone would like to watch porn.

"The real thing is so much more exciting," Edith said. Mother and I both agreed. "But porn is a great way to start things off." Mother and I agreed with that, too.

Edith and Mother went back to the bedroom while I cleaned up the kitchen. They told me to wait for them. They returned wearing sheer négligées over bare bodies, except for thigh high nylons. They were both wearing heels, too. The dark circles of their areolas and the dark patches of their pubic hair showed through the diaphanous fabric.

Edith was a very shapely woman. Mother was a little on the plump side. Before Mother and I became lovers I would have preferred a woman like Edith, but now Mother's body was my ideal. I didn't wonder much about it. As far as I was concerned, at the moment, there were two women there for fucking and sucking. I loved my mother, but I lusted after both. Then again, Mother and Edith lusted after each other.

We went to the living room. We sat on the couch. Edith and I sat close together. Mother put the video in the player. She came back to the couch to sit next to Edith, on the other side from me. I was a little surprised. Normally, they would have had me between them. I soon figured it out, though. Mother had selected a lesbian video.

The video was a short one but by the time it was over the two ladies were feeling each other all over. Their negligees were open. They were sucking tits and fingering pussies. The scent of musk aroused me. My hard cock was in my hand. I, however, was not wanting to cum. Not yet.

Mother slid off the couch, between Edith's legs, licking her lips in anticipation. Edith slid her butt to the edge of the couch. I watched, spellbound, as Mother ate her sister's cunt. As Edith experienced multiple orgasms, I slid from the couch to kneel behind Mother. I let my hard cock rest in the crack of Mother's ass. She felt it there. She pushed back against it.

I wondered if it was time to fuck Mother in the ass. We had been working our way toward anal fucking, playing with vibrators in the butt. I decided it would be better to wait. Wait until it was only her and me. When there were no distractions.

I fingered Mother's pussy, bringing her to an orgasm as she brought Edith to yet another cumming. Edith finally was sated. She pushed Mother's head away. She slid off the couch. Kneeling facing each other, they kissed deeply.

Edith pushed Mother onto her back. Mother didn't need any urging. Her legs splayed lewdly as her knees raised. She reached for a pillow from the couch to shove under her ass. Edith went down on her. Eating her, sister on sister, as my mother had done for her.

Edith's ass was raised. Her legs spread invitingly. I shed my robe and knelt behind her. Flipping her négligée up onto her back, I let my hard cock probe at her cunt. Sliding the tip through her flowing juices, I pressed it to her hard clit. She moaned against her sister's pussy. She pushed back toward me, inviting me into her sanctum. 

I slid into her cunt, thrusting hard. My groin slapped against the cheeks of her beautiful ass. Mother was aware. She looked at me with a smile. Her expression changed as I watched. An orgasm flashing through her stole her attention away.

Edith came shortly after Mother. I continued to pump my hard cock into her. Both women were cumming. Mother's legs over Edith's back, clasping her, holding her at her sister's cunt; to eat her, to suck her. I pummeled her ass as I drove my hard cock into her.

I exploded, my cock exulted in the rush of my cum. Pouring from my hard cock into the cunt of my aunt. Even as she ate my mother's pussy, I emptied my seed into her. My entire being was focused on the thrill of a glorious orgasm.

I softened and backed away. I lay on the carpet behind Edith, spent, sated. I was aware of the women breaking apart, both satisfied. They laid on either side of me. I put an arm around each of them. We were all spent. Edith stood. She held out a hand to Mother and me. We stood with her. We all clasped the others in what might be called a group hug. We went to the bedroom. I with an arm around each of the women. We lay together. We slept together, soundly.

I woke in the morning with Mother beside me, still asleep. I could hear Edith in the bathroom. She came back into the bedroom to sit on the bed next to me. She leaned down to kiss me. 

"Last night was nice," she said softly. She laid down again next to me and snuggled up to my body. I fell asleep again. When I woke the second time I was alone.

I found Mother and Edith in the living room having coffee. They were seated together on the couch, but didn't seem to be working up to sex. They were still dressed in the négligées from the night before. The view caused my dick to firm up to a half-hard state.

I got a cup of coffee and joined them. The scent of old sex was strong in the room. It is a fragrance that is a powerful turn-on for Mother. For me, too, for that matter. We often ate each other in the mornings after a night of sex.

Edith seemed to enjoy it, too. She inhaled deeply as I sat down in a chair facing them. 

"I think you're right," she told Mother. "It is an erotic scent. I never really let myself enjoy it before."

I went to the kitchen and brought back the coffee pot to refresh everyone's cups. After taking it back to the kitchen, I sat back in the chair gazing at the two scantily clad women across from me.

"David and I both enjoy it," Mother said. "In fact, we have a mutual fetish about it. We often eat each other the morning after, before we shower, so the scents and tastes have not been washed away." She looked at her sister. "You might like it."

I was surprised that Mother had told Edith about our fetish. I had thought it was something she wanted to keep between us. That it might be a minor embarrassment for her. Apparently I was wrong.

Her talk was making me hard. My stiff cock was tenting my robe as I listened to them. 

"I know I would," Edith replied.

"Go ahead then," Mother said. "I want to watch." She reached into the drawer of the end table for a vibrator and a tube of lube.

Edith stood in front of me. She slid to her knees, her hands reaching for the sash of my robe. She spread it open to free my hard dick. She licked her lips salaciously. She leaned to kiss the tip of my now throbbing cock. She was rubbing her face on him sliding him sensuously against her cheek and her neck. She had one hand on her pussy, a couple of fingers shoved deep into herself.

I wanted to eat her, to bury my head in her fragrant cunt. I gently pushed her back. Edith knew what I wanted. She moved back to give me room. 

I glanced at Mother as I slid from the chair. Her negligee had fallen open. She sat with her head thrown back pushing the vibrator into her twat. Her lips were parted, her tongue licking them. It was a sensuous sight.

Edith and I lay on the carpet. I didn't waste any time. I dove into her pussy, into the warmth, the wetness. My tongue probing, licking and lapping at the juices flowing from her. My nose between her inner lips inhaling her aroma, the scent of hot deep woman. The musk of arousal and the cum I had deposited in her hot body the night before. 

Edith was on top making love to my cock. Licking her stale juices from it. The juices from her own pussy the night before. Her tongue, her lips and her teeth were all employed artfully to give me maximum pleasure.

As I rejoiced in the feel of her juices on my face I was aware of Mother kneeling between Edith's legs, just above my head. She was playing the vibrator in the crack of Edith's ass. Edith seemed to like it. She pulled her knees forward opening her ass more. From my position I was able to see a little of what was happening, but my main focus was on the hot cunt Edith was rubbing on my face.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 10



I saw Mother's hand, with a big dollop of lube, apply it to her sister's ass. Without pausing, she slid the vibrator into Edith's anus. Edith seemed a little surprised at first. As Mother increased the vibration, she moaned. She pushed back against the vibrator, clearly liking the feel of it. Mother turned it all the way up and pushed it into Edith to the hilt. She leaned forward to kiss Edith's butt.

Edith went wild. I could feel the vibrator on my tongue in her cunt. I heard a muffled scream. She was all over my cock sucking, then licking, then rubbing it on her. Her pussy rubbed on my face, excitingly, wonderfully. My cock exploded, spewing cum into her mouth and more on her face.

Mother sensed I had cum. She pulled the vibrator out of her sister. She knelt back on her heels. Edith collapsed on top of me. I rolled her off me after a few moments. She lay on the carpet, spent. 

She kept repeating, "Oh my God, oh my God."

Mother grabbed a handful of tissues to wrap the vibrator in. She lay next to me, to kiss, to taste the juices Edith had left on my face. Edith stirred after several minutes. She rolled onto her side to look at Mother and me. 

"That was amazing," she said. "Both of you. It was wonderful."

"We'll have more thrills later," Mother told her. "David and I have been learning."

We helped Edith to her feet. I was a little weak in the knees. I think she was, too. Mother took a hand from both of us and led us to the shower. We all showered together. Mother licked my cum from Edith's face, kissing her on the lips when she was done. She licked the remainder of Edith's cum from my face then kissed me as she had her sister. We all washed each other. Mother gave special attention to Edith again. She lovingly washed Edith's ass, cleaning away the excess lube.

We all dried each other after the shower. The women put on bras and panties. I thought it a beautiful view until they covered it with robes. I dressed in boxer shorts and a t-shirt. I grabbed a robe, too. We went to the kitchen for breakfast.

After a big breakfast, we decided to take a nap. Back in the bedroom, we all laid together and dozed off.

It was late morning when we woke up again. I was first. I went to the kitchen to start a fresh pot of coffee. I also started checking what we had for lunch. Mother and Edith showed up together a little later. I got them each coffee. We all sat at the table.

Edith brought up the subject of the proposed ladies' get together. Janet and Michelle had come up with the idea. They wanted to get all the women in the family, the ones involved in an incestuous relationship that is, together to trade ideas and techniques that could make their sex life better. They wanted to know more about how to please each other, as woman to woman.

The only one of the women that had any prior experience with women was Edith and hers was very limited. Mother wasn't too enthused about the idea. She tried to explain her thoughts to Edith. 

"I got excited about you and Janet because of the dreams. I never had dreams about Michelle, much less Rachel.

"I'll think about the get together, but right now I'm reluctant."

"I don't think we're planning an orgy, Mary," Edith replied. "But I guess it could happen. If it does, you could limit any participation."

"Well, I will give it serious consideration. I will be tied up, though, for the next several weeks," Mother told her.

We had lunch then. Afterward, over coffee, Mother told Edith that we had acquired some new toys. 

"David and I have been experimenting with them. We gave you a little sample this morning."

"A 'sample,'" Edith laughed. "That was an experience I won't soon forget."

"Maybe," Mother said. "But we have some more you might like to try."

"Ok," was Edith's response.

"We'll look at them in a little while." Mother said.

Mother had always had definite ideas about vibrators, but they were changing. Her idea had been that vibrators were for stimulation only. That they shouldn't be too big or too fancy. She wanted plain shafts. To her, the idea of a vibrator was to make her ready for my cock. She wanted the fucking or sucking between two people to be the main act. 

Now, since we began experimenting, she had changed her opinion a bit. She was willing to use g-spot toys, and enjoy them. She also enjoyed anal play with a vibrator. But she adamantly refused to try a penis shaped toy. She stated her opinion quite succinctly, 

"The only cock I want in me is yours, David. No others, not even plastic ones."

So our toys were all smooth, without embellishment. None were bigger than my cock. As far as butt toys were concerned, that was fine with me. I didn't want anything too big in my butt. Finesse is what delighted me, not brute force.

Mother became enthused about playing in my ass when she found out how explosively it made me cum. Finger or toy, I liked both. Each had a quality of its own, but either way was thrilling.

The fact is we were learning as we went. We were in no hurry. If something was pleasing to us, we did not feel a need to move past it until it happened naturally.

They finished their coffee and went to the bedroom. We had our new toys stashed in the closet. I left them alone to go through them. I went to check on them after a while when they did not return.

I found them lying on the bed like clothespins, their pussies close to each other; sharing a double headed vibrator. Both were cumming hard. Their mouths were slack. They were breathing hard. Moans of pleasure issued as they rubbed their nylon clad legs on each other's bodies in a lustful display.

I sat down to watch, my dick hardening. I saw a couple of strap-ons lying next to the bed, but it wasn't clear if they had tried them out.

Mother and Edith broke apart shortly after I arrived. They lay on the bed catching their breath, breasts heaving. Mother swung around to face Edith. They exchanged a hot kiss.

I was enjoying the scent of the two hot women. The aroma of woman cum was in the air. There was the scent of fresh sweat that I could see glistening on their bodies.

"That looked like fun," I told them.

They both laughed. "It was," they said almost together.

Edith asked Mother, "Can I borrow it? I would like to show it to Janet, and maybe Michelle and her mother."

Mother agreed. "I thought you might want to. Why don't you hang on to it? You can bring it with you next time you visit. In the meantime, use it any way you like."

After a short rest, Mother suggested that we start moving my stuff out of the master bedroom while Edith was there to help. They dressed, again, in bra and panties; without the robes this time. I put on a pair of jeans. We spent most of the afternoon on that project. Most of the moving was clothes, but I had a dresser to take back to my old room, too.

By the time we had done all we could, it was late afternoon. The women said they had a little more preparation to take care of in the bedroom. I went to the kitchen. I set out a pitcher of iced tea with large glasses of ice. The ladies showed up in a few minutes. We sat to have a refreshing drink before supper. Edith said something about a shower but I asked her not to. 

"Fresh sweat, from working, and your cum turn me on. I find the fragrances erotic."

Mother agreed with me. "I like those scents too, Edith."

Mother served up a light meal. We were all anticipating the coming night. No one wanted to overeat. We all had a glass of wine afterward. Then I took both women by the hand, leading them to the bedroom.

The women had left the bedroom ready for the night. A variety of vibrators and butt toys were laid out on the bed tables. A couple of dual penetration vibrators were at the front of the layout along with tubes of lube. There was also an ample supply of tissues and paper towels. Several large towels were on the bed, still folded.

I was a little unsure about how to proceed. But there was no uncertainty for the women. They shed their bras and panties. They lay on the bed kissing hotly. I thought they didn't need any warm-up. I could sense the fragrance of their juices wafting from their pussies. They seemed wrapped up in each other so I sat on the chair to watch. I didn't feel neglected. My turn would come.

Mother reached for the two dual penetration vibrators. She gave one to Edith and grabbed the tube of lube. They spread towels under their butts, smeared plenty of lube on the toys. Then each rolled onto her side to let the other put some lube in their anus. With pillows under their butts they spread their legs lewdly. I could see the glisten of their juices on both of the pussies.

Neither of the women had ever used a toy like these before. Mother was experienced with anal vibrator play. She enjoyed it. Edith had her first experience earlier. Neither woman hesitated. They pushed the toys into themselves filling both holes. Edith started with hers on a low setting. Mother turned hers up. Either way, both women were cumming almost immediately.

Watching them had made me hard, very hard, throbbing. I stood and went to the bed. I straddled Edith. Her mouth opened to take my cock. For me, to fuck her face. All her holes were filled now. She moaned around my steely shaft. I thrust into her wet mouth even as she shoved the vibrator harder into her ass and cunt. She had it on high speed now. She was screaming around my cock. Mother beside her was moaning mindlessly. Her mouth was slack, a string of drool running from the corner of her lips. She became aware of me fucking her sister's face. She began rubbing her face on my thigh. She reached out to Edith, twisting her hand in her sister's hair. 

I felt the thrills, the infinite wonder of an imminent orgasm. The electric feeling in my cock, intense at the tip. Thrills roaring through my body. My cum gushed into Edith's mouth. She sucked greedily, milking my cock of its last drop.

Mother, beside us, was pushing at me. Even as orgasms sent shudders through her body, she pushed me off Edith's face. Her motive became clear as I knelt beside Edith. Mother pulled her sister to her with her free hand. She kissed her; hot open mouthed kisses. She sucked my cum from Edith's mouth. Edith reciprocated. Happily she let the creamy, slick, semen flow between them so that both sisters could taste my cum.

They were sated when they stopped shoving the vibrators into themselves almost together. They pulled them out, to drop them on the towels. The toys were wrapped in the towels and dropped off the bed. The sisters held each other, then, tightly. Both totally satiated, for the moment.

I laid behind Mother. My arm across her. My hand on her tit. Both women were exulted by the pleasures they had just experienced. 

Edith told Mother, "That was wonderful. I have never felt anything like it."

"Neither have I," Mother replied. "It won't be the last time."

We rested together. Mother and her sister facing and holding each other. It wasn't long before my cock was stirring again. My hard-on pressed into the crack of Mother's ass.

Mother rolled onto her back, she held her arms out to me and drew me close. After a deep kiss, she asked me coquettishly, "Want to hear what I'd like?"

"Of course," I replied.

"I'd like you to eat me.

"While I suck you.

"With you on top.

"We'll give Edith a show."

Edith was lying next to my mother. She laughed. 

"I'll love it," she said.

Mother opened her legs salaciously. Her hands urged me on top of her. My knees straddled her head while my face was poised over her wet pussy. As always, I enjoyed the lusty scent of her hot cunt. As I felt her lips close on my rigid cock, I buried my face in the folds of her hot pussy.

As I licked and sucked at her, bringing her quickly to an orgasm, she was eating me with her lips, her tongue, her teeth.

I was engrossed with eating my mother's cunt. Mindlessly, I concentrated on the tastes and fragrance. I felt a hand in the crack of my ass. It had to be Edith. Lube jelly was rubbed into my anus, a finger entered it, stroking, loosening it up.

I lifted my head, reluctantly, from Mother's cunt. Looking back, I saw Edith with a strap-on belted around her hips. I watched as she brought the vibrator to my ass. Sliding it into me on a film of lube.

It was on low when it entered me. I dove back into Mother's pussy, urged by her hand twisting my hair.

I could feel Edith stroking the vibrator in my ass with a fucking motion. It was on low speed giving me a full comfortable feeling. It hit my prostate every stroke, but it did not distract me from eating Mother.

Mother was cumming again and again. Her body was shuddering with almost continuous orgasms. I had cum not long before so I would last for a while. I could enjoy the sounds of Mother's satisfaction and her taste for a time.

Then Edith turned the vibrator on high. Pushed it into me hard. Pulled back for another thrust. Rubbed across my prostate, it brought me to a dazzling orgasm.

Cum spurted from me, filling my mother's eager mouth. And yet more cum. And yet more electric thrills as my aunt fucked my ass with her strap-on.

Mother sucked me dry, milking me with her lips. I collapsed on top of her with Edith still pumping her toy into my butt. She lay her body on top of me, the toy still vibrating salaciously in my ass.

The weight of two of us was too much for Mother. She asked us to get off. Edith drew back. She knelt on her heels alongside us. She had a devilish grin on her face. I rolled off on the other side of Mother and watched as Edith removed the strap-on. She leaned down to kiss Mother, to share the hot cum.

After a hot, open mouthed kiss with Edith, Mother drew my face to hers for another kiss. My cum flowed between us as our tongues danced with each other. Exchanging love along with the lust.

We lay together, as we were. We fell asleep tangled together.

The sun was shining when we woke up. Mother stirring about woke me. Edith opened her eyes not long after. Mother rolled across me to rise. She padded, her delightful bare ass swaying, to the bathroom. I followed shortly after.

She was brushing her teeth when I entered to pee. 

"Go ahead," she told me. "I'll get the coffee started."

I peed and was brushing my teeth when Edith came in. She sat to pee as I was finishing my teeth. I found the sound of her pissing to be enchanting. I didn't know why. An idle thought went through my mind, wondering what kind of adventures Mother and I could have in the bathroom. Besides showers, that is.

Edith and I both grabbed robes and went to the kitchen. Mother was already seated at the table with a cup but she jumped up to get one for each of us.

We sat at the table sipping coffee until we were a little more awake. Edith spoke first. 

"What a wonderful night."

"It was," Mother responded.

"I agree," was my contribution.

No one said anything else for a while. We were not tired. We were, all of us, totally relaxed.

We decided to shower. We were all in the shower together. Soaping each other and laughing. Sucking tits, man and women both. Hands fondling my cock as I cupped vulvas. I knelt licking at Mother's pussy, then I did Edith's as water cascaded over us.

Edith washed my ass. 

"How did you like being butt fucked?" she asked.

"It was quite comfortable, until it got exciting. Then it was thrilling. How did you like fucking me?"

"It was interesting. Exciting, too. I really enjoyed it."

"I liked it, too," Mother said. "It really was an intense orgasm for you, David."

Mother and Edith washed each other's asses. We dried each other after the shower. The women dressed in bras and panties. I wore shorts and a t-shirt.

Edith and Mother gathered up all the toys to clean them. Mother told Edith she could keep the dual penetration toy she had used. 

Edith left about noon after hugs and hot kisses from both Mother and me. She was planning to eat lunch on the way home.

Mother and I sat down to lunch. She poured us each a glass of wine. 

"I had fun," she said.

"I'm glad you did, Mother," I told her. "I often remember how we were when we first became lovers."

"We were very innocent," Mother spoke softly, pensively. "Inexperienced, too. Now here we are talking like very worldly people.

"I do have a question for you though. How much did you enjoy Edith using the strap-on on you?"

"Actually, it was about the same as any other vibrator, or one of our better butt toys. But it was exciting to think that it was my aunt back there fucking me. That added thrills that I wouldn't normally feel. I think that she enjoyed it. I could feel it in her body, the way she thrust into me. She was loving me, not trying to dominate."

"I'm wondering if I'd like to try it," Mother said. "I find the thought intriguing."

"Intriguing for me, too," I replied. "Something else we might want to think about is role playing. That might work well with the strap-on. There are probably a multitude of other thing we could do, too. But I don't know much about it. If you decide you're interested, I'll try to find some internet sites."

"Find some sites that I can look at. To find out what it's all about," she said. 

Mother thought for a while then brought up something that had been bothering her.

"I need to know what you think about that all girl get together Edith talked about. But there's no hurry. It won't happen for a while. You can be thinking about what I should do.

"There is also that orgy Edith keeps trying to get me to agree to. The idea doesn't appeal to me at all. I love my sisters. I enjoy making love with them. Watching you make love with them gives me a thrill.

"But they were part of my dreams. When I think about sex with anyone outside those dreams, it becomes somewhat sordid.

"I haven't put it to Edith that way yet. I don't really want to. I don't mind if she makes love with Janet's family, either. In fact, I get the feel that without Edith connecting us, we would drift apart from Janet's family. I don't want that, either."

"Let's go take a nap, Mother." I said. We stood. "We've had an active weekend so far."

"David," she said softly. She put her arms around me. "You haven't fucked me."

We had a good nap and cuddled together. It was late afternoon when we woke. We went to the bathroom together, our arms around each other. I rinsed my mouth out as Mother peed. Then I did the same as she rinsed her mouth.

We went to the kitchen, still holding each other. She started coffee while I checked the refrigerator for something to make for dinner. Nothing was very appealing so we decided to order a pizza.

It was a little early, so we decided to wait an hour before we called the order in. We took our coffee to the living room. We sat close together on the couch, enjoying the closeness of each other. I went for the coffee pot when we needed refills. I sat back with her, feeling content.

When it was time, I called the pizza order in. Then I went to my bedroom to get pants. For a moment, I had forgotten that we had moved my clothes.

Mother was back in the kitchen setting the table when I came back. We sat down to wait. 

"We still have quite a bit to do before Martha gets here," she said. "I don't think there will be a problem, though."

"We should get everything looking normal by Friday," I said.

"We need to make sure we round up all the toys," she laughed.

The pizza arrived. Mother got us each a glass of wine. I usually preferred beer with pizza, but wine was a close second.

After our meal, we sat on the couch watching television for an hour. Mother went to the bedroom telling me she'd be right back. She wasn't long. She returned wearing a robe closed to the neck. She held out a hand to me. I shut off the TV. She led me to the bedroom.

She shed her robe, standing next to the bed, to reveal the red nightgown she had bought many years ago for my father. She held her arms up to me. We kissed, a deep kiss. Every time Mother wore that nightgown, I could feel the love flowing from her.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 10



She looked at me saucily. 

"Don't you want to see what I'm wearing under it?" The same words she had used the first time she wore it for me.

I knelt before her and pushed the hem of the nightgown up until her lovely pussy was exposed. I gazed at it. At the silky bush crowning her already wet labia.

My hands on her hips I guided her to the edge of the bed, to sit, to open her legs to me, to pull my head to her. To her wet and inviting pussy.

I buried my face in her wet warmth. Licking and sucking and making her cum.

She pushed my head away. She slid back onto the bed. "Come here," she said.

I stood, let my pants and shorts fall to the floor. I pulled my t-shirt over my head. Joining her on the bed, we embraced and kissed. The kisses soon turned hot. Our tongues were dancing and twisting. I popped her tit out of the bodice of the nightgown. To suck it, bite it, to fondle her plump tit, to rub my face on the softness.

Mother fondled my cock. I was already hard. She made me harder. She pulled me on top of her then. We fucked slowly, sensuously. It was like a romance. I could feel her love, and I felt my deep love for her.

We came together in a glorious orgasm. My hot cum gushed into her welcoming cunt.

We embraced afterward. We fell asleep holding each other.

The next day was a work day. The alarm woke us. We went to the bathroom. We went together again. We pissed and brushed our teeth. Then it was back to bed. To eat each other; our fetish, our morning ritual. To enjoy the scents, the tastes, of cum. Her cum and my cum mixed into a delightful blend. I sucked and licked at her pussy. She sucked and licked at my hard cock tasting the juices and cum deposited on it the night before. Mother came and came again. I filled her mouth with cum. We kissed to exchange tastes.

It was time to get up. We had coffee then showered together. I left for work. Mother left a little later than me.

We got home about the same time that evening. We made more preparations for Martha and Ruth's arrival. Mother was making a shopping list. She wanted to make sure we had anything we might need before they arrived. 

"We'll go shopping tomorrow after work," she said.

We had dinner. Mother had a couple of glasses of wine. I settled for one. Mother went to the bedroom. She returned wearing the red nightgown, again. I had never seen her wear it two nights in a row. She took my hand to lead me to the bedroom.

As I undressed, Mother lay on the bed watching. The lighting was dim. We usually had a couple of night lights that provided just the right amount of light for us.

She held her arms up to me when I joined her on the bed. Her kisses were hot. She was hot. She was groping for my cock almost from the start. We kissed wildly. I sucked her tit through the nylon of the nightgown. My hand pulled at her nightgown, to pull it up. She reached down to help. Her pussy with the halo of hair surrounding it invited me. My lips, my tongue. I lay between her legs and ate my mother's cunt. In her heat, she came for me and came again.

She pushed my head away from her. Pulled at me to come to her, to kiss her again. She reached for the bed table for a small egg vibrator. She rolled onto her belly, her ass in the air. She handed me a tube of lube. "I think it's time," she said.

I put a generous amount of lube on my cock. I was throbbing with anticipation. I rubbed more lube on her anus. On her sphincter. I let my finger play in her ass to loosen her up.

I pressed my dick against her hole. I felt her tense, then relax. I pushed into her slowly. It was tight at first. She was using the vibrator on her clit, on her inner lips. She moaned as I pushed further into her. There was some resistance, but I overcame it to slide smoothly into her ass. I was fucking my mother in the ass. I was elated.

She groaned when I first entered her, but she loosened. She was soon pushing back against my thrusting cock. She was working the toy on her clit as I plunged my cock into her tight ass.

She screamed. A wild primordial scream. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard."

If I hadn't cum that morning, I would have shot my load as soon as I entered her. But I was able to bring her to a couple of screaming orgasms before my cum gushed into her. Into my mother's tight ass.

I softened as I lay on her back sated, replete. Mother handed me a towel. To lie on as I rolled off her. She kissed me hard. We went to shower then. My legs were wobbly. I think hers were, too. We washed each other. I gave special attention to her ass. She washed my cock. We kissed often under the cascading water.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"I did, too."

We dried each other then went to bed naked.

We woke the next morning to eat each other. To lick and suck and bring the other to an orgasm.

Over coffee, she said her ass was a little sore. 

"Not very sore," she said. "Just sore enough to let me know how special last night was."

We went off to work. Mother brought a large lock box home from the store when she came home in the afternoon. She explained that it was for our toys. We went out shopping to get the things we needed before Martha and Ruth's arrival. We had dinner at our favorite restaurant. 

We were almost finished eating when Mother stiffened. Her hand was over her mouth as if surprised. 

"Oh my God!" she said. "I just remembered something." She paused looking at me, her eyes big. "I had dreams about Martha, too."

She explained it to me on the way home. They had been friends through high school. The friendship continued when both went to college. Mother had woken up several times, in her late teens and early twenties, with the dream. She dreamt she was with Martha. She knew they had made love. But she had not dreamed of the details. Mother was shamed by the dreams and put them out of her mind.

When she started dating Martha's brother, and fell in love with him, the dreams stopped.

"Mother," I told her. "If I understand it right, the dreams were always about family members. Martha isn't family, at least not then. Your dreams about her may not be the same kind as what you dreamed about Janet or Edith."

"Maybe," she replied. "We'll see."



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 11



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18, or older.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters.

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Friday was my last day at work. My bosses took me out to lunch and told me what a good job I had done. They hoped I would be back the next year and that I would consider working for them when I graduated.

I thanked them for the valuable experience the summer job had given me. I told them I would be happy to work there again the next year and that they would be at the top of my list of prospective employers.

Back at the office, I packed up what remaining personal items were left. I said my goodbyes to coworkers and went home about two o'clock. It was two weeks before I had to go back to college but I wanted a little time off before I left. 

Mother's sister, Martha, and her daughter Ruth would be arriving that afternoon. Mother took a half day off from work. She was already home when I walked in. She told me that she had heard from Martha. They were about forty miles away. They would probably arrive before long.

My father had two sisters. Martha, about Mother's age, and Elaine a couple of years younger. Mother and Martha had been very good friends. Martha had married and moved away shortly after Mother had married her older brother, my father.

Martha had a son and daughter. Rick was about my age and in the army. Ruth was nineteen. She had graduated from high school. She was trying to decide what to do with her life.

I left the stuff from the office in the car. I would be taking most of it with me when I went back to school. Mother and I had a cup of coffee together. 

"I'm going to miss you in our bed," she said.

"No more than I'll miss being with you," I replied.

We heard a horn beep about the time we were finishing our coffee. Martha and Ruth had just pulled into the driveway. We went out through the garage to greet them. Mother and Martha hugged each other like the old friends they were. I held my hand out to Ruth and she took it. Mother and Martha broke apart and it was my turn for a hug with Martha. Mother and Ruth were hugging, too.

Our guests came in with us. Mother bustled about getting coffee for everyone. She set out a plate of pastries. Everyone sat at the table. Mother and Martha chatted. Ruth was kind of quiet. I was half listening to the conversation. Ruth asked directions for the bathroom. I got up to show her the way.

I sat back at the table. Martha sat across from me. She was about 5' 4". I'd almost call her body plump. Like mother, she was slightly overweight but a little more so. She had a pleasant face with short blond hair. When I'd seen her last, her hair had been brown. She wore glasses.

Ruth came back. She sat next to her mother. She was a pretty girl. About 5' 6"; slim with smallish tits. Both women were dressed in slacks and gym shoes.

Ruth gave me a shy smile. Like me, she was only half listening to the conversation. During a brief pause in the chatter, I took the opportunity to volunteer to unload their car. Mother and Martha agreed. Martha asked Ruth to show me the bags they needed.

Ruth and I went out to the car. It was pretty well loaded. 

"How was your trip?" I asked; more to make conversation than because of any real interest.

"Not too bad," Ruth answered. "It took a day or two longer than it should have because we did some sightseeing."

"Anything interesting?" I asked.

"Grand Canyon. It was impressive." Ruth pointed out two large bags. "Those should do it for now." She grabbed two makeup cases. "I'll take care of these."

I took the bags, one at a time, to the guest room. The first trip, I showed Ruth where their bathroom was and where to find towels if they needed any. I was back with the second bag in a few minutes. She had one of the suitcases on the bed. I told her I would get something for them to put the bags on.

We had on old coffee table in the basement that would serve the purpose. I went downstairs to get it, cleaned it up and lugged it upstairs to their room. Ruth had the bag on the bed open. The makeup cases were, too. She was unpacking. She Hung things in the closet and put other things in the dresser drawers. I asked her if I could help with anything.

"No, thanks," she said. "I need to sort things out while I'm putting them away."

I glanced at the bags on the bed. They were all open. My mouth dropped open when I saw that one of the makeup cases was packed with vibrators. Not just a couple, it looked like a collection.

Ruth didn't notice my glance. She was in the closet hanging up clothes. I left. I didn't want to embarrass her by letting her know I had seen the toy collection. I couldn't help wondering, though. Whose toy collection was it? Ruth's? Martha's? Did they both use them? 

I told myself it was none of my business. Even so, I couldn't help wondering. I went back to the kitchen where Mother and Martha were still catching up on old times. They were discussing Martha's son, Rick. He was in the army, stationed in Korea. He had about six more months there. He would be getting discharged when he returned.

"I hope he decides to go to college," Martha said. "He is certainly capable enough. Ruth is too, for that matter. She doesn't seem interested, though. She's a good worker. I think she has talent, too, as a writer. Her twentieth birthday is coming in a couple of weeks. She needs to decide something."

Mother asked if, perhaps, Ruth wanted to get married and have children.

"There's more to it than that, Mary," Martha told her. "I couldn't let her have the one she wants. She's of age, and can do as she wants, but I sent the guy away, far away."

She looked pensive then. She added. "I wish I hadn't. I can't tell you everything yet." She seemed to be closing that topic. 

"Elaine will be here tomorrow," Mother said. "We haven't seen her for several months. Edith said she would stop by, too."

"We talked this morning," Martha replied. "I think Shirley will be here, too."

I went out for some Chinese for dinner. We watched a couple of shows on the television afterward. Martha and Ruth were tired from traveling. They said goodnight and went to bed early.

Mother and I stayed up a while longer. 

"I think there's something Martha isn't telling us," Mother said. "But if she wants us to know she'll tell us eventually."

We went to bed early, too. It felt strange to be in bed without Mother. We had slept together every night through the summer. The idea that she was in the room next to mine gave me a monster hard-on. After a couple of hours, I couldn't stand it any longer. Testosterone won the battle. I slipped out of bed and went to Mother's room. It was dimly lit from a couple of night lights. She was awake. Opening her arms she welcomed me. She was wearing the red nightgown. It was bunched around her waist and the drawer of the bed table was open. The drawer that held her vibrators. 

"I was hoping you'd come," she whispered to me.

We tried to be quiet. We were taking a risk, one we had told each other we would not take. A risk we should not be taking, but mutual lust overruled good sense.

My mother's bedroom was redolent with her musk. It was obvious that she was aroused, that she had been pleasuring herself. With her legs splayed she pushed my head to her pussy. To rub my face against the halo of her bush. To lick the moisture from the swollen lips. To slide my tongue into her warmth. To lick and suck and make her cum; to cum with soft gasps and thrusts of pussy into my face. 

My hard cock needed release. On top of her soft body, I slid my dick into her willing cunt. There is a wonderful moment, almost as good as an orgasm, when one's cock first enters a lover's body. The thrill of a warm, wet pussy, the snug comfort of a welcoming cunt.

"Cum in me," she whispered. "Fill me with your cum."

Her words were all it took. My cock felt like it exploded as cum spewed from me. I flooded my mother's cunt pouring stream after stream of my sperm into her belly.

Mother clasped me with her legs, her arms held me close. She held me there, my cock snug in her pussy. Even as I started to soften, she held me tight. When I finally slipped out of her, she released me. Released me to go down on her. To eat my cum from her cunt. To give her my cock to suck, to bring him to a new rigid state; to lick our mingled cum. Licking and sucking, we ate each other rising to a glorious, mutual climax.

Replete, we lay together. We couldn't stay together, though. I had to return to my own bedroom. Peeking out the door, making sure the coast was clear, I silently returned. It was a strange feeling; having to sneak around one's own house.

The morning sun woke me. After a trip to the bathroom, I dressed in pants and shirt before heading for the kitchen. Mother was already there, seated at the table with Aunt Martha. They were having coffee. I got a cup and joined them. Ruth showed up after a few minutes. I got her a cup of coffee, then started another pot.

When I sat back down, I noticed that Ruth was looking at me with an expression I can only describe as a smirk. I decided to ignore it for the moment but I had an uneasy feeling.

Mother suggested that I use her shower when I was ready. That way, the other bathroom would be free for Martha and Ruth. I agreed and went for a shower while Martha and Mother started breakfast.

After breakfast, I decided to take a nap. Mother decided she would, too. Our sleep had been a bit short the night before. We needed to catch up. We slept in our own rooms.

A few hours later, somewhat refreshed, I wandered into the kitchen for coffee. Mother was already there with Martha. Ruth was in the living room. Mother asked me to run out to get a few things at the store. I agreed and asked Ruth if she would like to go along. I wanted to get to know her better but a bigger reason was to give her a chance to tell me what the smirk had been about earlier.

While driving to the store I told Ruth, "I think you'll like it here. It's a good town. Different than California, I'm sure, but nice even so."

"I hope so," she replied. "I wouldn't even consider moving here if not for Mom. But it will be nice to meet Shirley. We have only met in person a couple of times. The last was at your father's funeral."

Our conversation was mostly casual. But Ruth did mention her brother, Rick, several times. She seemed to think a lot of him. One remark caught my attention. 

She said that she missed him then she added, "Mom made him join the army. But he'll be back someday." 

I wondered about that. About what she meant.

We went to a couple of stores. When we were pulling back into the driveway, I saw Edith's car already there. 

Ruth told me, "I know what you did last night. I won't tell anyone, though."

My stomach fell. I couldn't think of a worse thing to have happened. I pulled into the garage then looked at her. 

"Thank you for that, your silence I mean." I didn't see any sense in trying to deny anything.

"I certainly can't condemn you," she told me. She started to say something else, but stopped.

"We probably should discuss this more," I said.

"Ok, later maybe," was Ruth's reply.

We carried our purchases into the kitchen. Edith gave me a big hug but without the kiss on the lips I usually rated. A peck on the cheek had to suffice. She hugged Ruth then with the obligatory remarks about how much she'd grown.

Mother set out a light lunch. Elaine and Shirley weren't expected until about two o'clock. We all helped ourselves. Much of the conversation was a repeat of the prior evening. This time it was Edith getting all the updates. Ruth joined in the conversation. My mind was racing, churning over Ruth's revelation. I decided not to mention it to Mother until after everyone left.

The conversation was a little boring to me. That and the fact that I was worried about what Ruth had said caused me to excuse myself. I went to my room to play some on the computer. I couldn't get her words out of my mind. There was the case full of vibrators to wonder about, too. And her remark about Martha making her brother Rick join the army. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked myself.

I lay on the bed and dozed off after a few minutes. The sounds of Elaine and Shirley arriving woke me. I went to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. My next stop was to get a cup of coffee then I joined everyone in the living room.

Elaine and Shirley both greeted me with hugs. Both mother and daughter were slim. Their heights were close, too, about 5' 5". Elaine had brown hair that framed a very pretty face. Shirley's hair was a much lighter brown with a nice wave. She wore it shoulder length. She, too, had a pretty face with stylish glasses.

I felt a little out of place. I was the only man with six women. So I made sure that everyone had drinks. Then I sat kind of in the background and observed.

I think maybe Ruth and Shirley felt out of place, too. The older women were chattering like the good friends they were. Friends that did not get to see each other often enough. Much of the conversation was about events that happened before the girls or I were even born.

Mother and Martha sat in chairs facing a couch where Elaine and Edith sat together. Quite closely, I observed.

Ruth had a glass of wine but Shirley stuck with iced tea. They seemed to be getting along quite well. I had the feeling that they were sharing secrets. They would look at their parents and then at each other. Then they would grin. I hoped that, whatever their secrets, it wasn't Mother and I they were discussing. 

The living room was a little crowded, and noisy. The girls went to the kitchen to continue their conversation. I played waiter, making sure everyone had enough refreshments.

I sat with Shirley and Ruth for a while. The two girls had little in common but they seemed to be getting along fine. After talking to them for a while, I realized that they had been communicating regularly for several years. Email, text messages and the occasional phone call. I also learned that Shirley would be attending the college at the same school as me. I doubted we would see much of each other, though.

"Ruth is like an older sister to me," Shirley told me. "She helped me with a problem I had. She had been through a similar, but different, episode about a year before me."

"I was glad to help," Ruth told her. She reached for Shirley's hand. "We have something in common now.

I was a bit confused by Ruth. There were times when she seemed mature beyond her years. Another time she would act like a teenager. She was a couple of years older than Shirley and seemed to enjoy the older sister role.

The rest of the day was pretty dull. I made myself useful making sure everyone had enough to drink. Mother was making her drinks last. Martha, Elaine and Edith were all getting a little high.

About six o'clock, I set out a party tray we had bought along with some bread and rolls.

I told the ladies that supper was ready. Then I went to the guest room to let Ruth and Shirley know. They had escaped to there a couple of hours earlier. I made enough noise to let them know I was approaching. They were sitting on the bed with their iPads and laughing. I couldn't see what they were looking at. I did notice that one of the makeup cases was on the bed. I wondered if it was the one with the vibrators.

Shortly after supper, Elaine and Shirley left with Shirley driving. Mother told Edith that she had better stay the night, that she had drank too much to drive. 

"You can sleep with me," Mother told her. I didn't think she was drunk, but that didn't mean she could pass a breath test if she was stopped. Besides it was an hour's drive.

"Ok," Edith agreed. "I brought a few things with me, just in case."

The rest of the evening was pretty quiet. Mother did mention that she and I would be gone for a day at midweek. She told our guests that we would be taking my things to my college apartment and getting everything set up. We would probably stay overnight she said, since there was a lot to do. It was news to me, but I was all for it. Mother had already arranged for a week of vacation, so we could go any day.

Edith looked at me with a knowing smile. I grinned back at her. I was grinning, too, because I was thinking that Edith might find a way to join us.

Martha asked me if I could be their guide the following day. 

"We'll get the Sunday papers and start looking for an apartment." she said. "I've been gone so long that I don't know the good and bad parts of town any longer."

It was a little before nine when Ruth told her mother that she thought it was time for bed. She and Martha headed for the bedroom.

Mother started to say that it was her bedtime, too. She was looking at Edith as she spoke. But I interrupted.

"Mother, I have to tell you something. It's the first chance I've had." I told her. "Let's go to the kitchen. It's further from the stairs." I didn't want Martha or Ruth overhearing what I had to tell Mother and Edith.

Seated at the kitchen table, I got right to the point: "Mother, Ruth told me this morning that she knew what you and I did last night."

Mother looked shocked. Her face went pale.

I explained to Edith, "Mother and I made love in her bedroom. We thought we were being quiet."

"Not quiet enough, apparently," Edith sounded a bit nonchalant. She turned to Mother. "I wouldn't be too concerned, Mary. Something like that is easily deniable."

"Mother," I continued. "Ruth said she wouldn't tell anyone."

Mother's expression eased a little when I told her that. 

"I hope she meant it," she replied. "Even so, it's alarming."

Edith spoke up. "I don't think there is much we can do tonight. Let's sleep on it. Maybe an answer will come to us."

"I think you're probably right," Mother said. "Let's go to bed."

She stood and held out a hand to me. I stood to hug her. We exchanged a kiss, a lover's kiss.

"Mother," I said. "You have always said that you wouldn't make love unless I was with you. Please make an exception for Edith. After all, I will be in the next room."

"I'm not sure," Mother replied. "It doesn't feel right."

I hugged Edith next. My kiss with her was hotter. Then another hug and kiss with Mother.

We went upstairs together and parted at the door to Mother's bedroom; the master bedroom.

In my room, I undressed. I was hanging my pants in the closet when I heard muffled voices. The back wall of my closet was bordered on the guest bedroom. It was not my usual nature to eavesdrop but I did this time with no shame at all. I wanted to hear if Ruth was saying anything to her Mother about us.

What I heard was something altogether different. The sounds of lovemaking were not hard to discern through the wall. They were unmistakable.

Barefoot, I went out to the hall and listened at their door. I could hear a little better, but not much. I walked softly back to Mother's room and entered without knocking.

Mother and Edith were in bed but it did not appear that they had been making love. My entrance startled them but they relaxed when they saw it was me. I knelt next to the bed. Whispering softly I told them to come with me and be very quiet.

They followed me softly back to my room. Mother was wearing a nightgown. Edith had thrown a robe on over bra and panties. I closed the door behind them and motioned to the closet. Putting my ear against the wall I was relieved to hear that the erotic sounds continued.

I stood back motioning to Mother and Edith. They put their ears to the wall and I watched their surprised expressions when they realized what we were hearing.

There was barely room for all three of us to listen at the same time, but I sat on the floor and we were able to manage it.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 11



We were able to hear enough that it was apparent that Martha was going down on Ruth and that Ruth was dominating her. 

Ruth told her things like, "Eat me, Mom. Suck my hot cunt."

Martha and Ruth seemed to wind things down. At least the talking stopped. We ended our voyeuristic session and crept out of the closet. I closed the closet door to block sound from my room and we all looked at each other. Edith had a hand over her mouth trying to keep from laughing.

Edith and Mother both kissed me before they snuck back to their room. I thought about joining them but decided against it, reluctantly.

I slept quite well. My worry over what Ruth knew about us had eased. Her remark about she 'certainly couldn't condemn us,' made sense now. I would decide later how to handle things. The last thing I thought before falling asleep was about incest. It must be a lot more common than is generally thought. Certainly it seems to be a common trait in our family. On both sides, it seems now." Then I had another thought. I wonder if statistics about incest are deliberately misstated. Or, maybe it is impossible to get true figures. Who would admit it to researchers, even anonymously?"

I was the first one up in the morning. I pulled on a pair of pants and a t-shirt then headed for the kitchen and coffee. No one was there so I started a pot. While it was brewing, I brought in the paper. I knew Martha would be wanting to check the apartment ads.

I had just finished the first cup of coffee when Martha showed up. She was bundled up in a floor length bathrobe. Although still a little bleary eyed she looked fine, like whatever had gone on agreed with her. "It couldn't have been all one sided," I thought.

Mother and Edith showed up shortly after Martha. They sat and I brought them coffee. I started another pot and Ruth showed up just as it was finishing.

None of us even hinted about what we had listened to the night before. We hadn't even discussed among ourselves what to do, or say. I found myself feeling a certain amount of sympathy for Martha and Ruth. They needed to keep their relationship secret. It wasn't always easy to do.

"Why don't you let us take you all out for breakfast?" Martha said. "Then Ruth and I can go apartment hunting. Still with David's help, I hope."

"That sounds fine to me," Mother replied. Edith nodded in agreement and I assured them that I was still happy to be their guide.

"We'll go shower and dress," Martha said. "We can go whenever you're ready."

Mother and daughter left. The three of us left looked at each other. 

"How do we handle what we know?" Mother asked.

I just shrugged. I had no answers.

Edith replied. "Whatever we do, I can stay until evening. If you want me to, that is."

"It might help," Mother told her. "We'll go get dressed," Mother told me. "You can probably grab a quick shower when Martha and Ruth are done."

I had a thought then, "I could say something to Ruth, if I get a chance. Maybe something to the effect that we all know, but we won't tell anyone."

"That might get things started," Mother said, her expression thoughtful.

"Try to get them to sit down with us and put everything on the table," Edith added.

"That's a good idea, too," Mother told us. "We can clear the air by being open with each other."

Mother and Edith went for their showers, they would be a little rushed. I went to my room and puttered around on my computer until Martha called out that they were done in the bathroom.

I jumped in for a quick shower then dressed quickly. Everyone was waiting for me in the kitchen. The older women were all wearing skirts and blouses. All three were wearing nylons too, with moderate heels. Ruth was wearing shorts and a loose shirt.

Martha's car was big enough for all of us and we went to a local restaurant noted for its breakfasts. The talk during the meal was mostly idle chit chat. Much of it was a continuation of the talk the day before.

Back at the house, Martha started going through the ads. She was marking some that seemed interesting. Mother was able to give some help somewhat by eliminating some of them.

Edith sat at the table with them. I went to the living room and so did Ruth. I thought that it was as good a time as any. 

"I know what you did last night," I told her. The same words she had used when she told me. But I continued, "So do Mother and Edith, but we won't tell anyone."

Ruth looked at me with a 'deer in the headlights' expression. "Oh!" She didn't say anything for a long moment. "Thank you for your silence."

"You kept your silence for us, I think." I told her. She didn't say anything, just looked at me speculatively. 

"We, Mother, Edith and I, think it would be worth everyone's while to all sit down together. To bring it all out in the open." I watched her closely trying to gauge her reaction.

"Mom will be shocked," she said. 

"As my mother was when I told her that you knew about us." I replied. "Once again, we'll keep quiet if that's what you want but I think it should all be in the open between us. We'll all be more comfortable that way. We won't have to try to hide anything."

She looked startled when what I had said penetrated. 

"Edith? Is she involved too?"

I thought for a few minutes. "When, or maybe if, you find out all the facts you'll feel quite comfortable with us and your situation. I'll leave you alone here if you want to talk to your mother. Certainly she deserves to know the facts, even if she doesn't want to discuss them."

"She doesn't deserve very much at all," Ruth said harshly. "She'll do what I want, although she may resist at first. I'll go get her. This shouldn't take long." Ruth sat for a moment. "That's not true. Sometimes I get angry with her, but it's really all in the past." She seemed to be ready to cry.

I thought about Ruth's last remark as we went to the kitchen. I didn't know whether to be troubled by it or just curious.

"Mom, I need to talk to you for a minute," Ruth said. "It's important."

"Ok, Honey," Martha replied. She looked at me as if wondering if I had anything to do with whatever it was. She followed Ruth into the living room.

I nodded at Mother and Edith, letting them know I had talked to Ruth. We couldn't hear the conversation, not well enough to distinguish any words. Voices did rise though a couple of times. 

They came back after about five minutes. Ruth was holding her mother's hand. Martha looked flushed and very nervous.

They sat back at the table. No one said anything until finally Edith spoke up. 

"It would appear, Martha that you and Ruth are in an incestuous relationship; just like Mary, David and I. It might comfort you to know that we enjoy our times together. That we love each other very much."

"I'm happy to hear that you aren't shocked," Martha replied.

"Certainly not shocked," Mother said. "In fact, we're happy that you are in a relationship like ours. Now we can all be open about things around the house, between ourselves."

"I think we better forget apartment hunting for today," Martha said. "I have much to think about."

"Martha, you can stay here as long as you like." Mother told her. "In fact, stay until you find a house you want. Don't bother with an apartment. You will be welcome, believe me."

"I'm curious," Ruth said. "How did your relationship come about, and how far does it extend? I was surprised to find Edith involved. We'll tell you our story later." She continued. "It's a little complex. It's interesting, though."

Mother spoke first, telling about the day she had too much to drink and ended up taking me to bed. Then realizing that it was what she really wanted.

I told how I, in turn, had realized that it was Mother I wanted. About how our relationship had developed strong bonds. How it had become love, romantic love.

"I won't tell you everything, just yet," Edith told them. "But I will say that ours is an incestuous family. We feel love for all. We are comfortable in our lifestyle."

Edith went on telling Martha and Ruth about the dreams the women on their side of the family have. She described how they will wake up from a dream where they were with someone, usually a family member, knowing they have made love. Never with any details, not at first. They would come with time. Most of the dreams had concerned sisters. In a couple of cases, daughters. A father once. A mother, another time. The dreams usually foretold with sex between those involved. Sometimes after a long period.

"That was the usual case," Mother said looking at Martha. "Was their anything like that in your family?"

"No," Martha replied. "Not that I know of."

"I may be telling you something I shouldn't." Mother said, still looking at Martha. "I had dreams about you. You are the only one not family I ever dreamed of. They stopped when I fell in love with your brother. I never had any more dreams about anyone until after he died. I had forgotten all about my dreams about you until a few days ago. I haven't had any more."

Ruth looked at Mother. "Are you saying that something developing between you and my mother is foreordained?"

"I'm not sure," Mother replied. "After all, the dreams were usually about a family member, and the ones about your mother were a long time ago."

Ruth laughed then. She looked at her mother. 

"Mom doesn't realize it, but we're going to have a similar conversation in a few days. With Elaine and Shirley."

"Ruth," her mother barked. "You don't mean that Elaine and Shirley are involved with each other?"

"Very much so," Ruth replied. "Now you know, but Elaine doesn't know we know. She will, though. Shirley wants to get us all in bed together."

"Oh, my God," Martha moaned.

Mom said. "I think we will want to talk more. We have a lot to tell each other. Let me say, upfront, that you are both welcome to join us whenever you like. We will not bother you unless invited."

"Thank you, Mary," Martha said. "I think I could use a nap and some time to think." Ruth echoed her with another thank you.

"Why don't you come with me, Ruth?" she asked her daughter.

Ruth gave her an odd look, but rose and went with her. They were holding hands as they went up the stairs.

Edith looked at Mom. "I'm not surprised about Elaine," she said. "Remember at David's graduation I told you I had tried women a few times? Elaine was one of them. She's bi. We are still good friends even if we haven't made love for quite a long time."

"I wonder whether Elaine or Shirley instigated their affair," Mother said.

"Shirley said Ruth helped her with a problem. Something Ruth had already gone through," I remarked.

"Whatever, I guess it shouldn't concern us." That from Edith. "We probably shouldn't mention that I had a brief fling with Elaine, either.

We went to the bedroom then. We could call it our room again. Mother laid out several vibrators on the bed tables. We all started undressing. My cock was firming up with anticipation as I watched the two women shed their clothing. I could already sense the pheromones wafting in the air. Both women were horny.

The episode with Martha and Ruth had been a turn-on for them. I watched as both women pulled their blouses and bras off. 

"Please leave your skirts on," I requested. Both agreed and they lifted the skirts to push their panties down. They kicked them off their feet and smiled at each other.

I laid on the bed naked, a bare breasted woman with skirt and nylons on either side of me. I couldn't imagine anything hotter. Although many guys would prefer women without the skirts, I liked a little left to the imagination. I especially liked the woman to be wearing a skirt, or nightgown when I was eating her pussy. Call it an idiosyncrasy if you want.

The ladies wasted no time. They each kissed me, Mother first. Hot kisses, wet, with lots of tongue. They kissed their way down my body and took turns licking and sucking my cock until it was throbbing with lust. Their pussies were next to my face, their skirts pulled up. I could sense the lust from both of them. The alluring fragrance of desire; of hot, wet pussy.

I pulled both women closely to my face, to lick at their wet slits to inhale their aromas. Mother and Edith exchanged a hot kiss over my cock. Mother moved back a little, to let Edith straddle me and impale her cunt on my rock hard cock.

Edith slid down my shaft with a sigh of pleasure. Mother straddled my chest and brought her pussy to me. In the dim light, I could see the moisture beading on her labia. They were swollen with desire.

I spread the lips of her cunt to gaze at the red heat as I brought my face to her. To bath in her essences, to lick and suck and make her cum.

Mother leaned back against her sister, Edith. Edith wasn't pumping too hard on my cock. She was sliding gently on its hardness, waiting for Mother. 

Edith's hands fondled my mother's breasts. Mother turned her head so they could kiss. She held Mother and played with her tits as I ate her. Mother was soon rising to an orgasm. Her hips gyrated as she rubbed her juices on my face. Her kisses with Edith became wetter and sloppier. Tongues twisted.

As Mother was shuddering with the ecstasy of cumming, Edith started fucking me harder. She rode my cock, letting her clit slide the length of its steely hardness. Soon both women came. On my face, on my cock. It was breathtaking, erotic. I tried to control myself, to make it last. I was successful to a degree, but I felt the thrills of an impending orgasm. I rammed my cock up into Edith hard, thrusting. She responded. Our flesh was smacking against flesh. My cum shot from me, filling my aunt's eager cunt. All of us were cumming. My mother, my aunt and I. An orgy of lust and gratification. Nothing in our minds but the indulgence of our sexual appetite. Cries of "fuck me" or "don't stop", sharp intakes of breath. The sounds of pleasure.

The scents of women's juices, of male cum; delightful, erotic. The sheen of sweat on bare flesh. The sighs of satisfaction as I softened.

The sight of Mother lifting her cunt from my face. To kneel beside me and bend down for a kiss. A kiss on my lips and tongue that were coated with the nectar of her pussy.

I watched as she pushed her sister Edith onto her back. She slid between her thighs to lick at my cum seeping from Edith's pussy. To bury her face in Edith's cunt, rubbing the mingled juices over herself, reveling in the tastes, the aromas.

Mother lifted her face from Edith's cunt to reach for a couple of vibrators. She grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Edith's butt. Edith was happily cooperating. She was looking forward to what she guessed was about to happen.

Mother pushed one of the vibrators into her pussy. She poured lube onto the other. As she went back down on Edith she slid the vibrator smoothly into Edith's ass. Edith was in heaven. Her sister eating my cum from her cunt, sucking and nibbling at her clit; while pushing the vibrator into her ass. Edith had both hands wrapped in Mother's hair. 

I knelt behind Mother. I could watch both of them from there. I started working the vibrator Mother had shoved into her pussy. I was soft after my orgasm, but I could still do something for Mother. I moved as if fucking her, my hips pushing into her as I worked the vibrator in her pussy. The sound of our flesh slapping, belly against the cheeks of her ass made it seem real.

It was an erotic scene. Edith was cumming hard, repeatedly. She was almost screaming. 

"Oh yes, oh yes."

Mother was cumming, too. Her cries were muffled by Edith's twat.

Edith was at the point she was about to faint from the ecstasy. She pushed at Mother's head asking her to stop. As Mother lifted her head from her sister's pussy, I slid the vibrator out of hers and moved back from her. She shut off the vibrator she had been plying in Edith's ass and slid it out of her. She wrapped the vibrator in a towel and dropped it off the bed. With a few tissues, she cleaned up Edith's ass.

Mother said. "We wanted to send you home satisfied, Edith. David and I have all week with each other. We don't see you often."

"Thank you," Edith replied. "It was fantastic."

We laid together, contented, comfortable. We were at ease with ourselves and our incestuous lifestyle. There was no shame, only love. We dozed off, to nap for an hour or so.

I woke up last, alone in the bed. It was early afternoon. Grabbing my bathrobe, I headed for the kitchen hoping to find coffee made.

The coffee was made. Mother and Edith were there along with Martha and Ruth. They were all chatting happily.

"We're glad you're up," Mother said as I poured a cup of coffee. "Martha and Ruth want to tell us their story before Edith has to leave."

"I hope it won't take too long," Martha said. She and Ruth were sitting close together. Their hands were clasped on the table. There seemed to have been some kind of change in their relationship. Ruth appeared to have gotten over whatever she was angry at her mother about.

Mother moved over one place to let me sit between her and Edith.

"Good," I said. "I've been looking forward to hearing it. But before we start, does anyone want lunch? We appear to have skipped it."

Everyone was a little hungry by then. I ordered pizza. I decided to put some clothes on. Mother and Edith decided they would, too.

Back in the kitchen, a short while later, I got a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. Mother and Edith were back not long after me. We all sat at the kitchen table as Martha and Ruth started telling us their story.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 12



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. There are also references to bondage and non-consent. All the characters are age 18 or older.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters, especially chapter 11.




Martha and her daughter Ruth were telling us how they had begun an incestuous relationship.

Martha started the story: "It all began when I caught Ruth and Rick making love. It was a couple of months after her eighteenth birthday. I was very upset and angry. I acted in a way I was later to regret but it might not have worked out as well if I hadn't done what I did."

Ruth spoke up: "Rick and I were in love. I had been in love with him for a couple of years. He knew it but he made me wait until I was eighteen. We're still in love."

"Well, I had a talk with Rick," Martha went on. "I told him that if he didn't do as I told him, that I would turn him in and tell the authorities he had been raping his sister since she was fifteen. That she was too frightened of him to tell the truth.

"I kept them separate that night. The next day, I took Rick to the army recruiter. I made sure he signed up."

"I was furious when I learned," Ruth said. "Rick would be leaving in only four days. Mom was keeping us apart. She made me sleep with her at night. That's how I turned the tables.

"I tied Mom's wrists to the bed posts. She woke up just as I was finishing her second wrist. Her ankles were harder because of her struggles. She tried to scream, too, but I was ready for that. I stuffed a stocking in her mouth.

"I had to get Rick to help me bind her feet. We had her spread eagled then and helpless."

"I was frightened," Martha told us. "I really was helpless and both of children, my captors, were angry."

"We followed the script that Mom had used on Rick," Ruth continued. "We explained that unless she did as we told her we would report her to the authorities with the story that she had been having sex with us since Rick was fourteen and I was thirteen. When we hit puberty."

"That frightened me even more," Martha continued next. "The kids would be believed. I wouldn't have a chance. Even if I could prove my innocence I would face disgrace. There are always those who will believe the worst about anyone; and people who love to gossip and spread malicious tales."

Ruth picked up the thread. "We cut her nightgown off. Then her bra and panties. She was naked and powerless. That's when I decided that Rick should have sex with her. I explained to Mom that since Rick and I were already guilty of incest that we might as well bring her into the circle, too. I was playing with her while I talked, trying to get her wet. But I wasn't getting much result.

"I had to convince Rick to have sex with her but he finally agreed. Mom tried to fight us but Rick prevailed. Mom was crying and trying to sob through her gag. Just before Rick came, she started to get wet. He was able to pump harder then. I watched as she reacted to him. She tried to hide it but it was there."

"I couldn't help myself," Martha said. "I have some submissive tendencies. I never knew about them before. Maybe, too, I harbored a secret desire to make love with my son. I don't know.

"When Rick had cum, Ruth and he explained to me what must happen. I would have to replace Rick for Ruth. I would be a lesbian lover for her until Rick returned.

"I was aghast and shamed. I could never consider such a thing."

Ruth picked up the story. "We explained her position again. She knew what her options were but still refused to see the light."

"It took all four days, but by the time Rick left she accepted the fact that it was her error that caused her captivity and that she had to atone."

"I accepted the responsibility," Martha put in. "It was my sin that caused Ruth, and now myself, to lose Rick. You see, I now wanted him as much as Ruth did. I wanted to make love with Ruth, too. I would gladly become a surrogate for Rick. I had fallen in love with them both."

"And I came to find that I enjoyed making love with Mom. I was in love with her as much as with Rick.

"We all agreed that we would be a loving family when he came home. We would all love and make love with the others."

"Rick got home on leave three times before he got shipped out," Martha said wistfully. "They were wonderful times for all of us."

"Sometimes I miss Rick," Ruth said. "I often get angry with Mom when that happens but then I remember that I love her."

Martha patted Ruth's hand. "That's the basic story without too much detail. It's rather sordid but the end result is beautiful for all three of us."

Edith responded to the story first: "I'm glad it all worked out in the end. It could just as well have been a tragedy."

"Yes, it could have," Ruth answered. "We all three know that. Rick and I have a lot of amends to make to Mom."

Mother looked thoughtful but she didn't say anything. For myself, I wondered if Ruth was really sane. I didn't know how anyone in their right mind could do such things. I wondered about Martha's sanity, too. She seemed normal on the surface. She and Ruth seemed to share a real love but was there underlying damage?

"How should I know?" I thought. "I'm an engineer, not a shrink."

I would definitely have to talk to Mother.

After a break to order pizza for dinner, Ruth continued.

"I guess I should tell you about Shirley, too. I'm not sure she will approve, so I hope you can keep it quiet."

"I think we can assure you of that," Mother said. Edith nodded in agreement.

"Shirley and I corresponded with each other for years. Ever since Uncle Cliff's funeral." That was my father. Martha, Rick and Ruth had flown in from the West for it.

"At first we only exchanged occasional letters, later emails. But over a period of several years we began to confide more in each other. I told her about how much I loved Rick. About how badly I wanted to be his lover. About how he was making me wait until I was eighteen.

"In turn, Shirley told me about her boyfriends, about how she lost her virginity. She was beginning to suspect her mother was bi. About a month before I turned eighteen she emailed me, asking what she should do. She was wondering if she was bi, too.

"I replied to her email saying that if I was there we could find out in a minute. I added LOL at the end."

I noticed Martha was listening closely to Ruth's story. She apparently had never heard it.

"Shirley emailed me back saying, LOL, maybe we should try.

"I got serious with Shirley. I asked if her mother turned her on. She emailed back that sometimes she did get hot thinking about her mother. That sometimes she dreamed of her and Elaine masturbating together.

"I advised her to wait until she was eighteen before she tried to bring things to a head. That would be for her mother's protection more than her own.

"Later I told her that Mom and I had become lovers and how when Rick was home we all made love together.

"Shirley thought that was hot.

"After her eighteenth birthday, Shirley emailed me that her mother had asked her about her sexual orientation. That had led to a frank talk. That, in turn, had resulted in their going to bed together and making love. Shirley was delighted to find she enjoyed it immensely.

"When they visited yesterday, she was enthused about getting Mom and me in bed with her and her mother. Although there were several variations on that theme she seemed to be just as excited about."

Martha looked at her daughter with a wary expression. "I hope you didn't commit us to anything, Ruth."

"No," Ruth answered. "But that didn't dampen her enthusiasm."

The pizza arrived and we all ate around the kitchen table. Edith had to leave after we ate. I offered to carry her bag out to her car, even though it was quite small.

We paused in the garage for a hot kiss. As we continued to her car, I asked Edith what she thought about Martha and Ruth's story.

"I find it somewhat disturbing," She said. "To be sure our whole family seems to be involved in an incestuous lifestyle. But, until now, it has been based on love and mutual attraction. I think we'll need to know more about Martha's mental state. I don't give a shit about Ruth's except if she might hurt Martha more.

"Even then, I'm not sure we can do anything about it. Not unless Martha wants to break away.

"And," she continued. "There is always the possibility that we'd do more harm than good. All in all, I think we should just keep an eye on things."

"You know," I told her. "There seems to be genuine affection between them. I saw them holding hands."

"That's interesting," Edith replied. "That could possibly change my opinion."

We kissed again at the car but not one that would scandalize the neighbors.

It was growing dark as I walked back to the house. I was thinking that I tended to agree with Edith. Hands off, for now.

Things were much as I had left them in the kitchen. Ruth, Martha and Mother were making idle conversation. Someone had cleared the dishes from the table and put them in the dishwasher.

I sat with them and the idle conversation continued for a few minutes. Then I asked, "Why did you decide to move back here?"

Martha answered, "I really didn't have any reason to stay out west. I thought I'd like to move back to where my remaining family is; and my old friends," Martha looked at Mother as she said that.

"I didn't have any close friends there, either," Ruth added. "The few friends I had in high school had gone away to college or married. I think, too, that I will be able to let people think that Rick is my husband. That wouldn't have been possible where more people know us."

I wasn't sure how well it would work here. There were still people around from Mother's high school days. They weren't very close friends, though, more like acquaintances.

"You'd have to introduce Ruth as your daughter, I think," Mother said.

"That's what we think, too," Martha responded. "No one around here has seen Ruth for years. They may remember that I had a daughter, but I doubt they remember her name."

"It might work," I said.

"I want to go to school, too," Ruth told us. "I don't know what I want to study but I have a few thoughts. Writing is high on my list of possibilities. Rick's in the same boat. He thinks he should go to school but has no idea what to study."

While Ruth was talking, I became aware that Mother and Martha were exchanging glances. Ruth didn't seem to be aware of it yet.

I continued talking to Ruth, suggesting that both she and her brother should consider the local junior college to start with. Especially since both of them had been lazy students in high school.

I explained that if they got good grades at the local college that they could probably get into the university I attended. 

All the while I was watching Mother and Martha out of the corner of my eye. I wished Edith were still here. She was very good at moving things along in situations like this. I had no problem with Mother making love with Martha. I was starting to feel something in the air. Sexual tension? Anticipation?

Mother got the ball rolling. She suggested that she and Martha move to the living room to talk about things while Ruth and I discussed colleges.

Ruth watched them walk to the living room. She turned back to me with a slight smile. 

"I wonder if we're seeing latent attractions coming out?" she said. "I wouldn't have any objection, would you?"

"No, definitely not," I replied. "But Mother usually won't go with anyone unless I'm there."

"I don't think that should cause any problems." Ruth said. "Except for me. I don't want to make love with any man but Rick."

"Mother feels much the same way about sex without me there. She can get surprisingly prudish at times. She says that beyond a certain point enjoyable sex gives way to debauchery. I think she has a point."

"I think Mom feels about the same. She is enthusiastic about making love with Rick and I but has never given any indication that she was interested in anyone else. Her love for my brother and me brought out her sexuality. She always seemed quite prudish before, even with us, maybe I should say especially with us."

'Should we encourage them?" I asked.

"Definitely."

We looked at each other and smiled. We had become conspirators.

"By the way, David, if Mom should want you it's okay." Ruth told me. "Rick and I won't object. I think she may want a man."

"The same goes for Mother and you," I said. "But she may feel she needs to limit herself to your mom. However, she may forget herself in the heat of the moment or look on you as an extension of Martha."

Ruth laughed then. 

"Here we are planning things out for them. Maybe we should let nature take its course."

I laughed, too. 

"You're right. But we can help things along. How about some porn?"

"Mom and I watch it sometimes," Ruth said. "How about you?"

"Occasionally when we're alone. But usually when someone is with us like Edith or maybe Janet."

"Janet? How far does this incestuous lifestyle extend?"

"Quite far. And it's still expanding."

"Interesting, I would like to talk to you about that subject. It seems far more prevalent than is generally thought. At least in our families."

"I think it may be. I've wondered."

"Back to the porn," Ruth said. "Do you have any that would be suitable? We have a few in our bags."

"Let's get a couple of yours and I'll get two of ours," I suggested.

"I'll go get some," Ruth said. "Why not see if they'd like a glass, or two, of wine?"

Ruth had to go through the living room to go upstairs. Our videos were already in the living room. Mother and Martha were sitting on the couch together but there was still a little space between them. I asked if they'd like a glass of wine. They both said yes.

I served them both, putting the glasses on the coffee table in front of them. I also poured Ruth and I each a glass at the kitchen table. I brought the bottle back to the living room and left it.

Ruth came back with a couple of videos. "These are the ones Mom responds to best," she said. "They are the ones I play when she and I are alone."

"Mother's got more experience, I think," I said. "So let's play what works for your mom. It may work for mine, too."

"Give them a few minutes," Ruth said. "Let the wine loosen them up."

Our conversation moved on to other things. What my plans were. How I kept my relationship with my mother secret. What I saw ahead for the two of us. Some of the questions she asked were about things I hadn't really thought about. I realized that they could become important some day and I should be thinking about them.

For instance, marriage and children. How staying single would affect my career. I was coming to realize that Ruth was a very intelligent woman. My respect went up several notches.

We got back to the subject of our mother's. 

"Mom has a very submissive side," Ruth told me. "I don't know if it's something that developed since we held her prisoner or if it was always there. Mom doesn't know, either, except she does say she always let my father take the lead when having sex." Ruth paused then. "I found out I have submissive tendencies, too. Not as strong as Mom's but very definitely part of me.

"Mom and I take turns being dominant. Usually it's me. I enjoy that, too. Weird huh? How can one have domineering tendencies while being submissive?"

I shrugged. I had no idea how to respond. Not at first, anyway. But then I wondered how she had discovered submissive tendencies in herself.

"Mom will take the lead sometimes. When she does, I'm happy to let her. That's when I let my submissive side have free rein."

I asked her the question that was on my mind.

"Mom and I had been sleeping together," she said. "I woke up one morning with my hand cuffed to the bedposts. Mom was sitting on the side of the bed looking at me. I won't go into all the details but by the time Mom released me, a few hours later, I knew it. Even more, I felt fulfilled. As though submitting myself to her filled a hole in my life. Maybe it did."

Ruth stood to take a peek into the living room. "It may be time," she told me. "They're holding hands now."

I took a look for myself. Their clasped hands were resting on Martha's thigh. They had moved closer together so that they were touching at hips and thighs.

When Ruth and I entered the room they looked at us, both smiling.

"We were talking about when we were teenagers," Martha said. "And how close we'd come a couple of times to making love."

"We might have done so," Mother said. "But we didn't even know that women made love with women." 

Mother looked at Martha fondly. "It might have happened anyway if I hadn't started dating your brother." 

Mother and Martha were at the center of the couch, so there was room at both ends for Ruth and I. Ruth sat next to her mom. I put the video in the player, gave the remote to Ruth and sat next to Mother.

Ruth spoke first. "David and I thought you might like to watch a video. He and I both agreed that we'd like to."

Martha smiled. "I think that might be nice. Would you like to watch one, Mary?" She asked Mother.

"Yes," Mother said. "Sometimes a good video helps things along." 

I didn't say anything. I thought, though, that things were far enough along that they didn't really need the video. It appeared they had already decided to make love. Though they may not have acknowledged the fact yet. They just had to decide on the details.

Ruth looked over at me, holding up the remote. I nodded and she started the video. It was a well done lesbian film, one with a little class. Mother was watching it intently. I started to unbutton her blouse. She helped me, I think without realizing it. I fondled her plump tits and opened the snaps on her bra. It fell open to expose her dark areolas and her erect nipples.

Ruth was following my lead. Our mothers seemed wrapped up in each other and the video. 

Once Ruth had her mom's tits free, she whispered in her ear, "You may love her. Love Mary."

With a soft gasp, Martha threw her arms around my mother. Mother responded in the same way. The two ladies were soon locked in a deep kiss. 

When they broke for air, Mother said, "I think we should go to the bedroom. We'll be much more comfortable there."

Mother and Martha stood and held out their hands to Ruth and me. Ruth and I followed our mothers up the stairs. 

Ruth turned to me, and said, "I'd like to, with you, but I can't. I hope you understand."

"I do," I replied. "My mother thinks the same way."

"Thank you," she said softly. "I'll get a vibrator for when the fun starts," she grinned.

Then she said thoughtfully, "I would kinda like to have a go with your mother. I don't have any reservations about that."

"If she wants to, go ahead," I told her. "Like I said before."

"Does she like strap-ons?" Ruth asked.

"She's used them and enjoyed it."

"I'd like her to fuck me." Ruth had a dreamy look.

"Fantasies?" I asked.

"Yes. Brand new ones."

"Maybe the best kind."

I didn't think Mother and Martha, directly in front of us on the stairs, were paying any attention to the conversation between Ruth and I. They had their arms about each other's waist and didn't seem to be paying attention to anything but each other.

In the bedroom, they faced each other as they undressed. Ruth went to their bedroom. She came back with several toys including a strap-on. I looked at it to see if it was plain. Mother wouldn't use any other kind. She was set in her ways.

The light in the bedroom was dim. Just bright enough to see. That's the way Mother and I liked it. It was enough that we were able to watch our mothers' activities.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 12



The two women were both slightly overweight. Martha more so. I think Martha might be described as slightly plump, maybe voluptuous. At any rate, the sight of her naked body aroused me. Her tits were the size of small melons. They had only a little sag. She had a nice bush. It was trimmed slightly but left lots of hair to crown her pussy. The hair was brown as I remember the hair on her head used to be.

Mother took her hand and led her to the bed. They laid together and embraced feeling their naked bodies against each other. Flesh to flesh. They both sighed and kissed. Softly, at first, tentatively. But soon harder and hotter.

I pointed out a chair to Ruth. "Let's leave them alone, for now."

We were both still clothed. Ruth with shorts and tank top. Me with sport shirt and slacks. I kicked my shoes off. I noticed that Ruth was barefoot.

I was starting to sense the lust in the room. The wild pheromones in the air. The scent of eager hot pussy. Eager for a tongue, for a cock. Watching our mothers was getting me hard. Ruth was rubbing her pussy through her shorts as she stared raptly.

My mother looked up, searching for me. When she saw me, she smiled and went back to Martha's embrace and kisses. She was soon kissing Martha's tits. Martha was holding her there at her breast with one arm. Her free hand was at Mother's pussy, caressing it. Her finger easily slid into my mother's pussy. Mother was ready. She welcomed it. Welcomed the loving by her old friend.

Each was playing with the other's pussy as they each kissed the body of the other. Raining kisses on bare flesh as they worked their way toward the object of their desire. The other's pussy.

They were soon sixty-nining. Lying on their sides, bare flesh pressing and rubbing, with their faces buried in each other's hot cunt.

The muffled moans and gasps were exhilarating as I listened. I always liked to watch my mother and another woman make love. I loved the scents, the sounds. The bare flesh flashed before me.

My cock was in my hand. I was softly stroking it, careful not to make myself cum. I had plans for that.

Ruth, seated near me, had kicked her shorts and panties off and was pushing a vibrator deep into her pussy. I could hear her gasps as she came.

Our mothers broke apart after what seemed a long time. They lay on their backs gasping, their hands clasped together.

"That was hot," Ruth said softly. "I never watched it before. Not with two women."

"It was hot," I said. "I think we can join them now."

Mother and Martha had realigned themselves and were licking each other's juices from their face, muttering words of endearment while doing so. I undressed and laid behind my mother. Ruth was already lying behind hers. I pressed my body into Mother's and let my hard cock nestle between her legs against the slit of her cunt.

I nuzzled the back of Mother's neck. My arm was over her. My hand fondled her tit. I met Martha's hand playing with the other one.

The two women were recouping. I had a feeling that the night was far from over. They were still kissing often. Light affectionate kisses. It took less time than I expected before things started to heat up again.

Martha started kissing her way down Mother's body. Backing and kissing, her motive obvious. Mother rolled onto her back, her legs spread in anticipation. Her hands were on Martha's head gently urging her. 

While Martha rested her head on Mother's soft mons. Mother turned her head to Ruth. 

"I heard you tell David that you couldn't with him. But if you want to make love with me, it's okay."

Ruth kissed Mother and said, "Thank you."

"It's the way I am, too," Mother said softly.

Mother's hand was urging Martha again to her hot cunt. Ready and eager, her juices were flowing. The scent of her musk was strong and powerful.

Martha was ready, too. Her scent was as strong as Mother's. Eager to please her and to bury her face in the folds of her old friend's pussy.

Ruth was watching her mom. She looked interested. Certainly not jealous or possessive. 

Mother shoved a pillow under her butt as Martha approached her pussy. Both her hands were on Martha's head caressing her hair, urging her friend to her waiting pussy.

I watched as Martha took a few tentative licks, then buried her face in my mother's wet cunt. I saw Ruth smile when she did. Apparently she approved.

Ruth slid over closer to my mother and kissed her on the lips. Mother responded to the kiss and put an arm around Ruth. Their kisses were getting hotter. They were playing with each other's tits, tweaking nipples, sucking at them and biting. I heard Mother gasp with pleasure. I don't know whether because of the mother or daughter.

Me? I had a raging hard-on, throbbing from the beat of my blood. I stood and went to the foot of the bed. I pushed Martha's legs apart. She resisted at first, then seemed to realize what was happening and started to cooperate. She lifted her butt and spread her knees apart.

Her pussy was there for me now, peeking out between her pudgy thighs. The labia puffy with desire, parted slightly. The juices of her lust glimmered on her thighs as they flowed from her pussy. She was wet, ready, wanting. Wanting my hard throbbing cock. 

I knelt behind her and thrust my rock hard dick into her excited cunt. I heard a muffled gasp as I penetrated her. Ruth moved then. She straddled my mother, bringing her wet pussy to my mother's face for her to lick and suck. Mother grasped Ruth's thighs and lifted her head to savor the juices of Ruth's succulent young pussy.

It was the stuff of fantasies. The others must have felt it, too. Mother and Martha were soon quivering with impending orgasms. Ruth, her head down, was holding Mother's face to her cunt. Mother was responding, avidly licking at the essences, sucking at her clit.

Ruth was soon cumming, too. I was on the verge, trying to hold back. But I had been so hot it was hard. The air was thick with the perfumes of lust, urging me to pour my cum in the willing receptacle of Martha's cunt. 

When Martha came, closely behind Mother, it was too much. My cum exploded from me, my cock thrilling to the feel of orgasm. My whole body, every cell, delighted in the joy of pouring my seed into a wet and hot cunt.

I didn't soften right away. I was able to keep pumping my hard cock into Martha. To bring her to yet more orgasms. The pudgy cheeks of her ass were quivering, with the rest of her body, as pleasure poured through her in waves.

I could see Mother's hips bucking as she thrust her hips back at Martha's face. I could see the quivers in her body, too. As she came from the pleasure Martha was giving her, from the excitement of Ruth cumming on her face.

Eventually, I softened to the point I could no longer stay in Martha's pussy. The rest of the tangle of hot women began to come apart. First Martha lifted her head from Mother's pussy. Then Mother patted Ruth on the hip as a signal. Ruth got off Mother's face to lie next to her. Martha, too, lay beside Mother, opposite Ruth. The women were replete, catching their breath. 

I heard someone gasp, "Oh, my God. That was so good."

Martha was hugging Mother, whispering to her. Mother was responding while keeping an arm around Ruth. Ruth, too, was pressing her body to Mother's, hugging her.

When she felt me lie down beside her, Martha turned and hugged me tightly. She was raining kisses on me, my face, my chest, my neck. She rolled onto her back where she could have an arm around both Mother and I.

I felt exhilarated. The women were on a high, too. The excitement in the air was palpable. It was obvious that there would be more to come.

We rested a while. Rest, that is, that was interrupted often with kisses and caresses. Seemingly sporadic and random, given as a gesture of love and contentment.

Mother and Martha were soon exchanging kisses. Ruth was spooned into Mother's back with her arm across her and a hand at Mother's tit.

I heard Mother tell Martha softly, "It's my turn to make you feel good. You have my David's cum in you. I want to taste it. I want to eat it out of you."

Martha shivered in anticipation at her words and hugged Mother tightly. My cock was hardening again. It rested comfortably in the crack of Martha's ass. 

Mother turned from Martha to Ruth. She pulled the younger woman to her for a loving kiss. 

"I will, darling. I will fuck you," I heard her speak softly. "It may be tomorrow or the next day, but I promise." After a pause she said, "I want to, I'm looking forward to it."

Mother turned back to Martha then and started kissing her friend's body. With Martha's hands on her head urging her, as Mother's had urged Martha earlier, she kissed her friend's soft body. She seemed to be enjoying it, savoring the moment.

Mother's hand drifted to Martha's pussy only to find my fingers already massaging the swollen folds of her lips and the hard nubbin of her clit. Our fingers intertwined for a moment, sending a message of love between us. I let my mother's fingers take over but left my hand over hers.

She soon rolled over Martha's leg to lie between her friend's plump thighs. Martha spread them wider, excited about what was to come. Mother's tongue was lapping at Martha's swollen labia licking at the juices seeping through. As her tongue slipped between them, Martha responded with a pleased gasp and a murmured, "Oh yes."

I watched, entranced as Mother buried her face in Martha's wet cunt. Sucking and licking, bringing cries of joy from Martha. Mother's ass was high and her legs parted. She was ready for me, for my hard cock.

Martha's cries were muffled as Ruth straddled her face. Martha didn't need urging. She buried her face in her daughter's pussy as my mother's face was buried in hers.

I knelt behind my mother. My hard cock slid along the slit of her pussy. To her clit to rub it. To press on it with the head of my dick. I slid into her smoothly, her juices easing my way, Mother responded by pushing her ass back into me. My hands grasped her hips as I thrust my hard cock into my mother's hot cunt, and thrust again.

I fucked her hard. The excitement was running high. Ruth was gasping out her pleasure as her mother ate her cunt. I could hear muffled cries of joy from both our mothers as they ate and were eaten.

I lasted a lot longer than I had with Martha. I had already cum once. I brought my mother to multiple orgasms, her body quivering as they ripped through her in waves. Ruth and Martha were experiencing multiple orgasms, too. The scents of lust were strong. My body was on fire when my cum spewed into my mother's eager cunt.

As she felt the hot cum in her pussy, she lifted her head from Martha. The orgy was breaking up, although Martha stayed sucking at Ruth's clit for a little longer.

We all laid together on the bed, sated with orgiastic pleasures. I was next to Mother, on the outside. Beyond Mother, Ruth and Martha were kissing softly.

Mother turned to Martha and put an arm over her. Martha broke off her kiss with her daughter and turned to face her. The two women embraced, kissing, murmurs of endearment.

I looked at Ruth across their bodies. She smiled. 

"I'm happy for Mom," she said softly.

We all fell asleep. The bed was big enough for all of us, but it was a bit crowded. Even so, we all slept until morning. 

Mother and I woke about the same time. I ran to the kitchen to start the coffee. Then back to the bathroom to pee. Mother was brushing her teeth when I got there. I pissed, she grinned at me around the foamy toothbrush as I did. I finished and started on my teeth. Tooth brushing done, I stepped into the bedroom. I noticed that Ruth and Martha were gone. I assumed they were in the hall bath. I found Mother in the closet pulling on nylons and hooking them to a garter belt.

"Since I'm off this week... I think I'll do it right, the slutty way." She laughed then. "You know I like the feeling."

She put on a filmy short nightie and took my hand. She led me back to the unmade bed to lie together.

I was already hard. She had signaled what she wanted and the thought of it was enough to make me horny. It only took a few kisses before we were in a sixty-nine position. I was on top diving for my mother's cunt. To lick and suck and taste the cum I had left in her last night. To feel the friction of her nylons against my bare flesh. To exult at the pressure of her thighs as they pressed against my head.

She was tasting my cock, coated with her juices and with Martha's. She took it deep into her mouth. Her tongue teased it as her lips and teeth slid along its length. 

She was on top then. I felt her lift her head from sucking me and say, "Come in and join the fun."

She was back on my cock when I felt Ruth and her mother lie next to us. They did join the fun. I was soon aware of a couple of bodies, locked in sexual ecstasy, next to me.

Mother was cumming on my face. I loved it. I tasted her nectar as it flowed from her beautiful cunt. That cunt I loved to eat, to fuck. To fill with my hard cock.

We were on our sides when I felt my cum begin its journey from my balls. It brought excitement to my body as it traveled. A strange mix of exhilaration and anticipation. With a wild explosion it spewed into Mother's mouth, filling it with my creamy cum. 

She sucked me dry, milking my cock as he softened. I lifted my head from my mother's pussy. Smeared with her juices, I turned around to kiss her and exchange our tastes.

Martha and Ruth were next to us. Lying head to sex pushing vibrators into each other's cunt and enjoying it immensely. I saw Martha looking at us. Especially at Mother with a few strings of cum, on her cheeks and chin, where they had leaked from her mouth. She licked her lips even as she was rising to another orgasm.

Ruth and her mother were replete before long. Mother had thrown on a filmy negligée over her short nightie. She didn't tie the sash. I got a short and lightweight robe to wear.

Ruth and Martha went to the guest room to get something to wear. Mother and I went to the kitchen. We had coffee ready for everyone and a new pot started when Martha and her daughter came in. They were both wearing filmy negligées like Mother.

Both women had nylons with red lace garter belts. They looked sexy. 

"I love dressing like this," Ruth said. "It makes me feel so sexy and wanton."

We sat at the table with our coffee. Mother and Martha started bustling about getting a breakfast together. I noticed that they touched each other often. They served us a big meal. We all tried not to overeat. We were somewhat successful.

Ruth and I cleared the table and we sat back down with more coffee.

Mother asked if the others had had a good night. They both gushed that indeed they had. 

"It was amazing. We've never had a time like that."

"I don't have to work this week," Mother told them. "David and I have a custom for weekends, or when I have a day off. We both enjoy the scent of each other, and the ambiance of the bedroom the next day. We usually don't shower for a day or even two.

"You might find us offensive if you bathe and we don't."

"I don't think that will be a problem," Martha said. "A year ago, yes. That was before my sexual awakening. Now I know how much those fragrances help me enjoy my sex life."

"I'm not as avid about it as Mom," Ruth added. "But I kinda like it, too. I know I liked making love with Mom the day after she'd made love with Rick."

"I liked it too, Sweetie," Martha said and we all laughed.

"Let's all rest for an hour or two," Mother suggested. We can get together later. Maybe another video. The one yesterday was hot."

We all agreed and went to the bedrooms for a short rest. Ruth and Martha to the guest room.

Mother and I dozed for a couple of hours. We had shed our robes and snuggled together so we could feel each other's flesh. When we woke together, we put our robes back on and went to the kitchen.

Martha and Ruth were already there. They had made fresh coffee and were seated at the table enjoying a cup. Mother and I poured some for ourselves and sat with them.

Ruth seemed a little edgy but Martha was quite calm. I noticed that Ruth kept glancing at Mother. She tried to be subtle but Mother was soon aware of her glances.

Mother looked at her levelly. "Are you ready for more, Ruth?"

"Yes, Aunt Mary." Ruth sounded somewhat demure.

"Perhaps we can make it an exciting day for you and your mother. Why don't you get out the toys you especially like? Make sure to get some to fit your mood."

"I will," Ruth was smiling. She left us and ran upstairs.

"She's in a submissive mood," Martha said.

"I thought so," Mother replied. "Tell me something, Martha. Do you want to subdue her? Make her our slave? I think you and I are developing something special. I see it including David and Ruth. Probably Rick, too. The question is, what we want Ruth's role to be."

I was stunned. This was a side of Mother I never knew existed. Maybe it hadn't existed before Martha and Ruth entered our lives with their sordid story. Yes, it had a good ending but it was still a distasteful tale.

Martha thought for several minutes. Mother waited patiently. 

"It's tempting, isn't it?" Martha finally said. "But I think it would be better all-around to leave things as they are. I enjoyed my role with her. She liked hers, too. We were actually quite happy together.

"But my role will change now because of you, Mary. You're right, I feel the same. Something is developing between us. I know you will want David to be part of it. I think I would like Ruth and Rick to be part of it, too.

"That does not mean I think you should make love with Rick. I know how you feel about that. Ruth is the same way, as we have seen." Martha stopped talking and looked at Mother.

"Thank you, Martha. I wasn't looking forward to what we would have needed to do to break Ruth."

"Actually, I like her very much as she is and I know she loves you."

"Let's join Ruth upstairs," Mother continued. "David, we'll go to the guest room to get Ruth and whatever toys she wants. Why don't you get some of our toys out? Especially the ones we like to use on each other. Leave some by the chair. Maybe we can all teach each other new tricks."

Mother stood and held out her hand to Martha. Martha stood and they hugged each other hard, then kissed. A loving kiss, full on the lips, but soft. A kiss that could turn hot in an instant.

They broke the kiss and stepped back from each other, gazing into each other's eyes. I knew I was seeing something new. Something I didn't understand yet, but would soon.

"It's going to be an exciting day," Mother said.

"On top of an exciting night last night," Martha added.

My thoughts were about how things were developing. It would be interesting to watch it unfold.

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Author's note: I have started a story depicting the events between Martha, Ruth and Rick in more detail. It is turning out to be quite long. I may publish it sometime in the future.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 13



Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.

This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18 or older. There is an episode of mild dominance and submission. If this offends you please read no further. 

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters

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In our bedroom, Mother's and mine, I straightened the bed. I went through our toy chest looking for what might be appropriate for a session with Martha and her daughter Ruth. I set one that we used for anal play on the table by the chair. I put another on the bed table. There were several other toys in the bed table drawers.

On the shelf at the bottom of the bed table on our side - what I thought would be our side - I set the strap-on that Mother used to butt fuck me. I made sure that there was an egg vibrator on both sides of the bed. I also put tubes of lube by the bed and the chair.

I didn't know how much experience Martha and Ruth had with anal. I certainly wouldn't be averse to teaching Martha how good it could be. But, as far as I knew, that wasn't our object. The object was to give Ruth a good experience. But I thought I would prepare for anything so I got some towels from the linen closet. I put a couple on the floor at each side of the bed and a couple by the chair.

The ladies came in then, each carrying a few toys. There was quite a selection including a couple of strap-ons. Ruth had shed her negligee and put on a filmy baby doll. She was still wearing her nylons and garter belt. She was walking nervously, like prancing. She appeared to be anticipating the session to come.

Mother and Martha were still dressed in their negligees with the nylons and garter belts. They brought the sense of sexuality into the room with them. They stood by the bed sorting out the toys. Putting most of them on the bed table, or the shelf at the bottom. Mother looked over my preparations and smiled approvingly.

She took Martha's hand and brought her to me. 

"Martha is my friend. Please treat her as you would me," she said. She and Martha exchanged a deep kiss and Mother returned to Ruth.

"I want to watch them," Martha told me. "Let's sit on the bed together."

Mother took Ruth by the arm and led her to the chair. She untied the sash on her negligee and sat in the chair. 

"You need to get me ready, Ruth. You need to suck me and eat me until I tell you to stop."

Mother brought her hips to the edge of the chair and Ruth fell to her knees between her spread thighs. Ruth didn't hesitate. She buried her face in my mother's cunt avidly eating her. Mother twisted both hands in Ruth's hair. We heard a muffled sigh of satisfaction from Ruth when she did.

Mother pulled Ruth away from her pussy by the hair. "Do you like to eat me, Ruth?" She asked.

"Yes, Aunt Mary. I do."

"Then say so."

"I want to eat your pussy, Aunt Mary. Please let me eat your wet, hot, pussy."

Mother brought Ruth's face back to her cunt. She was soon cumming. Her body quivered. Her orgasms made Ruth even more enthused. She rubbed her face in Mother's juices smearing them over her herself.

Watching was making Martha hot. Her negligee had fallen open and she was fingering her pussy. I reached for a vibrator and handed it to her. She was soon rubbing it over her clit.

Mother came multiple times on Ruth's face. Ruth was apparently loving it. When, finally, Mother was satisfied she gently pushed Ruth back from her pussy. She kept her hand in Ruth's hair, but wasn't twisting it as before. As Mother was catching her breath Ruth knelt patiently in front of her, her head resting on Mother's thigh.

Martha turned to me as her daughter and my mother finished for the moment. She put her arms around me and we kissed. A kiss that soon turned hot with tongues swirling.

She was playing with my already hard cock. I was pushing my fingers into her cunt. 

"Let's wait for them," Martha whispered. "Then I would like you to fuck me. I want to feel you on top of me."

Mother wasn't very long recovering. She picked Ruth's head up by the hair. 

"You did well, Ruth," she told her. Mother sounded quite imperious like a queen, or a duchess, speaking to one of their lesser subjects. "I will reward you. Come with me to the bed."

Ruth scrambled to her feet then followed Mother to the bed. Martha stood and moved to that side to help. She first helped Mother put on a lacy belt that held an egg vibrator at her clit. She handed Mother the control to hold in her right hand. Mother tested it and gave a pleased gasp.

Ruth was waiting with the strap-on. She and Martha put it on Mother and adjusted the straps. Probably neither woman was necessary to help put it on, but both seemed to enjoy doing so. Martha kissed Mother when she put the control in her left hand. 

"Don't get them mixed up," she laughed.

Martha came back to our side of the bed and lay down next to me. She seemed keyed up. Mother lay down and drew Ruth down with her. Ruth was already aroused from eating Mother. It appeared to be an erotic event for her, much as it is for me. 

With kisses, on lips and tits, with nuzzling at the neck and ears, with fingers dancing over Ruth's pussy, Mother soon had Ruth panting with lust. Ruth, with her legs spread lewdly, was urging Mother to fuck her.

Martha and I were kissing and fondling each other, too. We were following along with Mother and Ruth. As Mother knelt between Ruth's splayed legs, running the vibrator of the strap-on along Ruth's slit, Martha pulled me on top of herself.

I heard Ruth gasp as Mother pushed the strap-on into Ruth's wet pussy. She lay on the younger woman with Ruth's arms hugging her closely, her legs over Mother's. 

Martha and I followed suit. My cock was throbbing by then. Watching had done much to make me hot. I slid into Martha's eager cunt with her hands and legs urging me on.

Mother and daughter lay side by side on the bed, being fucked by a son and mother. It was the stuff of fantasies to me. I could hear Ruth next to us almost screaming in her passion.

"Fuck me, Aunt Mary. Fuck me."

Beneath me, Martha was echoing her daughter: "Fuck me, David."

Mother was cumming, too, from the vibrator nestled against her clit. Almost constant orgasms flowed through her body in waves. I was dimly aware of Mother beside me. Her ass pumped into Ruth as a man would pump his cock into a woman.

Martha, beneath me, was picking up sensations from Mother and Ruth. She was cumming in waves as I thrust my hard cock into her. Her arms held me. Her legs held me. Her kisses were wet, sloppy, open mouths pressing against each other.

I couldn't hold back, I wouldn't hold back. My cum was demanding release. It shot into Martha's hot cunt in a torrent. Martha felt the heat as I spewed my seed into her. She clasped me tightly, holding me as I pumped myself dry.

I collapsed on top of Martha; on her comfortable softness. She was raining kisses on my face. She told me how good it had been. Beside us Mother and Ruth were still cumming together, with moans and cries, their pussies on fire as they held each other. Naked flesh against naked flesh.

Mother seemed to have lost all sense of reality. The clit vibrator, and the thrill of fucking the young woman beneath her, had sent her beyond reason. Her world, and Ruth's too, had become centered on sensation, on the thrill of orgasms.

She finally shut the clit vibrator off, followed by the strap-on vibrator in Ruth's cunt. Both women seemed to collapse, totally spent, replete. 

Ruth was murmuring, as she kissed Mother. 

"Oh, Aunt Mary, that was wonderful. So wonderful." 

Mother rolled off Ruth. Reluctantly, it seemed. They laid next to each other with kisses, hugs, and whispered endearments.

We all dozed off. Not for long, though. There was too much anticipation in the air. We all knew there was more to come.

I woke to hear Mother and Ruth talking softly. Ruth was telling Mother how fantastic the experience had been. The experience of being fucked by her. With a strap-on, to be sure, but fucked none the less.

Mother was telling Ruth, in turn, about how marvelous the experience had been for her.

I saw that Martha's eyes were open. She was lying quietly listening to the conversation between her daughter and her friend.

I spooned into Martha from behind. My semi-hard cock nestled in the crack of her ass. Martha responded with a contented sigh as she pressed her body back into mine. She took my hand and brought it to her breast. She turned her head for a kiss. It was a soft kiss, loving, full of promises of things to come.

We both listened to the talk between Ruth and my mother. 

"Do you like anal?" Mother asked.

"I've never done it, Aunt Mary."

"You will soon," Mother said.

"I don't know, Aunt Mary. Won't it hurt?" Ruth asked in reply.

"Maybe, but it's a good hurt. One you need."

"Yes, Aunt Mary."

Martha was getting aroused by listening. She squeezed my hand on her tit, then moved it to her pussy. I could feel her juices flowing, mixing with my cum that had filled her pussy.

I took Martha to the chair, where she could watch what was happening between her daughter and my mother. I spread a towel on the chair and knelt between her legs when she was seated. She spread them for me. Inviting me. Wanting me.

I ate Martha's cunt just enough to keep her interested. I wanted her hot, but not cumming just yet. I kept an eye, and ear, on Mother and Ruth.

Mother had positioned Ruth then squeezed lube on her ass and, with her finger, pushed some inside Ruth's sphincter. When I saw her rub a big dollop on the strap-on, I started eating Martha with a little more enthusiasm,

It was a delight. Martha's juices were flowing strongly from her lust. She had a pleasant scent that was overlaid with a strong musk, with sweat. 

I buried my face in her wet heat to lick at her lips her clit, to drink her juices. A pleasing meld of my cum, her cum fresh juices, old juices, of sweat and piss.

I heard Ruth give out a sharp yelp. I couldn't see what was happening, but learned later.

As mother penetrated Ruth's ass with the strap-on, she had it at low speed. It seemed to hurt Ruth at first, but Mother held her by the hips and continued to push into her. Mother went slowly until Ruth seemed to loosen up and accept the vibrator in her ass. Mother turned up the speed then and began to butt fuck her in earnest.

I could hear pleased gasps from Ruth as I reached up to the table for the vibrator Mom and I used for anal. I put plenty of lube on it then pulled Martha's butt to the edge of the chair. Martha cooperated. She sensed where we were going and was willing, maybe even eager for a new experience. 

With my face buried in Martha's very fragrant cunt, I slid the vibrator into her ass. It entered smoothly, gliding on a film of lube. I turned it on higher speed and Martha reacted beautifully. Her legs clamped my head. Her hands grasped my hair. To hold me there as she came against my face. As her cunt, her ass, her whole body sang with bliss, with the ecstasy of glorious orgasms following one after the other.

I lost track of Mother and Ruth. My world was centered on the captivating cunt I was eating; on the reactions of the woman I was making love to. The woman whose cries enthralled me as her plump thighs held my face a prisoner. A willing captive at the well of her pussy.

She was about to faint when she pushed my head back. She told me that later. I eased the vibrator from her ass and wrapped it in a towel. I grabbed a handful of tissue and cleaned her ass. I looked up at her. She was slumped, smiling serenely. Her hands caressed my head.

I turned to see what was happening on the bed. Mother had just withdrawn from Ruth's ass. She had wrapped the vibrator in a towel and was cleaning Ruth's ass with tissues.

Mother patted Ruth on the cheek of her ass when done. She knelt up to remove the belts she had on and laid down beside Ruth to hold her tightly.

Ruth was saying, "It was so good, Aunt Mary. Sooo good."

Martha didn't have to speak. Her expression told me all I needed to know.

We were all sated, so we decided to rest for a while. Martha led me to the guest room to lie down with her. Mother's and my bed was king sized, but with four people it was a little crowded.

Martha and I talked for a while. She was excited about the anal experience she had just had. She was excited too about her relationship with my mother. 

"I never realized how strongly we felt about each other," she said.

"Maybe we should welcome you to the family," I responded.

She looked surprised at my remark. Then her look turned thoughtful. She didn't reply, though.

We slept then. I woke sometime later, feeling hungry. I was alone but Martha came in a minute later. She had gone to the bathroom. I noticed that she was wearing her negligee. When I thought back I didn't think she had ever taken it off.

She laid down with me and rained kisses on me. She propped herself up on her elbows. 

"I'm hungry," she said.

"So am I," I replied. "Let's see if we can find something to eat."

We went to the kitchen holding hands. Mother was already there sipping coffee. We got some for ourselves and sat with her.

"Ruth is a delightful young lady," Mother said. "She livens things up."

"I had hoped she would get along with you and David," Martha replied. "I wasn't sure."

I was rummaging in the refrigerator looking for something to make a lunch with. I laid out bread and sandwich meat, then a jar of pickles. I got a bag of chips from the cupboard. I put everything on the counter where we could all help themselves. 

"I'll go wake Ruth," Martha said. "She's had an interesting day. I want to hear what she has to say."

Mother and I took the opportunity to exchange a few words while Martha was gone. 

"I hope I don't sound depraved," Mother said. "But I found it quite exciting to fuck that girl."

"I think she found it exciting, too, Mother."

"She said she did," Mother said. 

"Do we know where we're going with them?" I asked Mother.

"Not yet," she replied, "but I have a couple of fantasies."

"We don't know where Rick will fit in, do we?" I asked.

"No. I'm not sure Martha does, either."

Martha came back with Ruth, then, and the conversation had to end.

They were holding hands and both were smiling broadly. Ruth had put on a negligee like Mother and Martha. Ruth hugged Mother. 

"Thank you, Aunt Mary." She was almost gushing.

Martha got Ruth a cup of coffee. Ruth sipped a little then got up to make herself a sandwich. The rest of us followed suit and we sat around the table enjoying a late lunch. Mother told us that dinner would probably be similar since she hadn't planned anything.

"Just help yourself when you get hungry," she said.

After we had eaten, we sat at the table chatting. Mother told Martha and Ruth that we would be taking a load of my things to my college apartment. We'd be gone overnight, she said, since we had to do some shopping and stock the place with groceries.

"That would be a good time for Mom and I to visit Aunt Elaine and Shirley," Ruth said. "What do you think, Mom?" she asked Martha.

"Probably, but I hope the wild plans you and Shirley have cooked up don't ruin my relationship with my sister," Martha told her.

"We'll leave early," Mother said. "So make sure you have everything loaded by then, David."

"I just have to pack some clothes," I replied. "Everything else is ready to go."

"Good," Mother said. "You and Ruth have a chore to do. You two get to clean all the toys. Martha and I can visit while you're doing that."

Ruth had a bemused expression. I laughed. 

"Mother is a bitch about hygiene," I told her. "We might as well get it done."

Ruth and I went back to the bedroom, gathered up the toys we had used and took them to the bathroom. I got out a bowl we used for the purpose, cleaning solution and a bottle of alcohol. We struck up a conversation as we worked.

"Your mother was fantastic," she told me. "Firm, yet ever so gentle. It was one of my best sexual experiences ever."

"I think Mother's wonderful, too," I told her. "I'm happy to hear you think the same."

"I hope we stay close," she said wistfully.

"You'd be welcome," I told her. "Could you make love with her without being dominant or submissive? Usually, she is neither."

"David, I felt something very nice with your mother this morning. Beyond the fact that I was in a submissive mood. We seemed to connect. I hope things go well at Aunt Elaine's tomorrow," she continued. "It may be that Shirley and I are having some kind of fantasies. I sent Shirley a text message that we'd be there."

She looked at me. "I'd like to get you and Shirley together. She hasn't had much experience with men. But I know she likes them as much as she does her mother."

"It would be interesting," I said. "But you have to realize that I don't have sex with anyone without Mother."

She seemed a bit surprised and asked, "Your bond is that close?"

"Yes."

"I want ours to be that strong. Between Rick, Mom and I."

"You're already showing signs that it is. At least between Rick and yourself. I'm not sure about your mother," I replied.

"Neither am I." Ruth said. "But I didn't feel any jealousy when she made love with your mother."

Ruth thought for a while. "Shirley doesn't know about you and your mother. Can I tell her?" 

"I think we have to ask Mother about that. I think since she is in an incestuous relationship that it would be okay. Certainly, she knows how to keep something like that secret."

We finished our chore and brought the toys back to the bedroom. 

Ruth smiled, "I learned something new today; Mom did, too. Something good."

We went back to the kitchen. Mother and Martha were chatting and holding hands on the table.

We got coffee for ourselves and sat with them. After a few hesitations, Ruth asked Mother about letting Shirley and her mother know about us.

"I don't know," Mother said. "Let me think about it. What do you think, David?"

"I don't think we have to worry about them blabbing," I said. "Edith is still a friend of Elaine's. Maybe we should ask her what she thinks."

"We can call her this evening," Mother said. "In fact, I think we should."

"Can I tell you all something?" Ruth asked. She seemed pensive. "This might all be a fantasy. I wish all of us could be together. Mom and I, Rick, you and David, Aunt Elaine and Shirley, Edith."

Mother spoke first: "It's a nice goal, Ruth, but I think we need to let it happen, not force it."

Martha spoke up: "I agree, Mary. Something like that needs to come together on its own merits. I like the idea, though. At least so far. I don't really know Shirley well enough to make a guess about how she would fit in."

'Okay, Ruth," Mother said. "First we'll check with Edith. If she thinks it's safe, we'll let you tell Elaine and Shirley about us. But, only if you and Martha both agree that it is safe; and that Martha thinks it can lead to closer ties between us. Martha must approve before you even hint at a relationship between David and I.

"And, Ruth, your mom must agree that both Shirley and Elaine would fit in with the rest of us."

"Ok, Aunt Mary. I'll be careful and I'll get Mom's ok," Ruth agreed.

The conversation moved on to other things. None very important. Mother and Martha decided to take another nap. They went to the bedroom together. I decided a nap would be nice, too. Ruth said she wasn't tired, that she thought she would chat a little with Shirley on her phone. 

"I think our moms want to be alone for a while," she said.

I agreed and went to my old bedroom to lie down.

It was suppertime when I woke up. In the kitchen, I found all three ladies sipping at glasses of wine. 




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 13



"We've been waiting for you, David," Mother said.

I got a cup of coffee and sat with them. "Mary and I talked to Edith," Martha said. "She thinks that it would be safe to let Elaine and Shirley know everything."

"That's nice to know," I said. "So we'll leave it up to you and Ruth, whether to tell them or not."

"We'll be careful," Ruth said. "Shirley and I exchanged a few text messages this afternoon. She's excited. She says her mother hasn't a clue about Mom and I."

"More interesting times ahead," Mother said.

We were all starting to get hungry, so Ruth and I set out the sandwich makings left over from lunch.

After we ate, we sat at the table with wine or coffee chatting. 

"Our bed is really too small for all of us," Mother commented. "I wonder if they make any that are bigger?" 

"I think you could probably find something," Martha told her.

"I'll have to look," Mother stated.

I thought to myself that Mother's comment was significant. It seemed to mean that she contemplated more sessions with more than three people together.

"David... Martha and I think that you and she should get to know each other better. And that Ruth and I should spend some time with each other. Only if you agree, though." Mother was looking at Ruth.

"Oh yes," Ruth said. "I want to."

"It sounds fine to me," I told them.

"Then you and Martha take the guest room tonight," she told me. "Ruth and I will use our room."

There was more going on with Mother than showed on the surface. It was the first time that either of us would make love without the other being present. That was something that Mother was always insistent on.

Ruth went to the guest room to get a few things she would need. I looked at Mother. 

"Yes, it is a change from what has always been," she said.

"I accept that, Mother. I approve wholeheartedly."

"Thank you," Mother said speaking softly. "I hoped you would."

I knew there would be more to this conversation. Probably when we took my things to the college apartment. The trip wasn't really necessary but I sensed that Mother needed time alone with me.

We killed a little more time before bedtime. There was some thought about watching a video, but we decided against it.

Martha decided for us when it was bedtime. She stood and held out her hand to Ruth. They hugged each other and kissed. Mother followed suit with me. We exchanged a deep kiss and a softly spoken, "I love you."

Martha and I followed Ruth and Mother up the stairs. At the door to our bedroom, Mother turned to look at me. She smiled then and blew me a kiss. I knew she felt right about what was happening.

In the bedroom, Martha turned to me and put her arms around my neck. She rose up on her toes to give me a deep kiss. A kiss I returned gladly. I was finding myself really liking this woman.

She led me to the bed to sit on the edge of it. We kissed again. A little hotter that time. She held her nylon clad leg out in front of herself. "My nylons are getting droopy. Can you help me take them off?" she asked.

"I'd love to," I said.

I slid off the bed and knelt between her spread legs. I was a bit clumsy releasing the garter belt tabs. I was getting very aroused. I rubbed my face along the nylon on her thighs. It was a very sensuous feeling.

Her bush was in front of me. Beads of her juices glistened on the tangle of hair. I could see more juices on the lips of her pussy. Swollen with lust, parted slightly. I rolled the nylons down her legs, slowly, enjoying the thrills in my spine. First one leg then the other.

When they were off, I leaned forward to kiss her wet pussy. With a hand on each side of my face, she turned my head up to look at her.

"Would you like me to put on another pair of hose?" she asked.

"I do like them," I replied.

She stood and went to her dresser. Turning to me with an impish smile, she asked, "White or black?"

"You choose," I told her.

"Black, then. We'll save the white for next time."

The stockings were mesh with a floral pattern. I watched as she pulled them on and smoothed them. It looked sensuous. She told me later that it was. She said putting on nylons made her feel ultra-feminine.

She hooked the garter belt to them and laid her legs across my shoulders. With 

my hands on her hips, I pulled her butt to the edge of the bed. I rubbed my cheeks on the new hosiery as I had the old. My tongue was flicking out to taste her juice. With my face inches from her ready pussy, I inhaled her scent. Stronger now. Her musk telling the world of her readiness. Of her desire.

The taste of her juices was pleasing. Sweet, slick, lovely.

As I buried my face into her wet heat, I pulled her thighs close to my face so I could feel the new hosiery rubbing against me. I could feel it, too, on my shoulders and back as she pushed her calves against my bare flesh.

I ate her hot cunt. I licked and sucked and lost myself in her. She held my head as she came, her fingers twined in my hair, but gently. I enjoyed her orgasms as much as she did.

I stood and swung her legs onto the bed. I lay beside her with my face at her cunt. Her hand found my hard cock and held it while her lips parted to engulf it. I dove back into the wonderful well of her pussy.

I was on top, she was on top. We rolled over. Side by side, we ate each other with me back on top, then her again. She was on top when she squirted. Her fluid poured into my mouth. I tasted it, I relished it. I was in ecstasy as I swallowed it. My tongue lapped her cunt wanting more. 

The excitement of her cumming in my mouth, of her squirt, was all it took to bring me to my own orgasm. My cumming was tearing through my cock, exploding out the head. My cum shot into her mouth, her lips sucked me dry. Her teeth tantalized me.

I softened. I pulled back from her pussy. I had to tell her, let her know how much she had exhilarated me.

I kissed her face. I licked at the cum that had leaked from her mouth. I drew back to watch her. She was tasting my cum, savoring it, relishing the slick creaminess.

She swallowed and I kissed her hard. I told her how wonderful she was. How her cumming had sent me to heaven.

"I've never done that before," she said. "I'm so happy you liked it. It felt like I had peed."

"No pee, Martha. Cum, your sweet cum for me to taste."

We were both excited. We held each other and rained kisses on each other's bodies. We calmed down gradually, but the memories of her squirting as I ate her stayed with me.

Martha sat up to slide her negligee off her shoulders. She lifted her butt and pulled it from under her. She threw it off the bed and went back to kissing me.

We laid together as I recouped. I rubbed my face on her soft tits. I tweaked her nipples and bit them. I kissed her mons, soft and erotic. She fondled my cock, willing me hard again. Our kisses were getting hot again. Our tongues were dancing and twisting.

She was ready for me when I was hard. She pulled me on top of her, between her splayed legs. My cock slid into her, gliding on the films of her juices. I fucked her slowly at first. She held me tightly with her legs on my ass and the nylon rubbing at my flesh.

We rolled over so she was on top. She kneeled up straight to take all of my cock into herself. She leaned forward to give me her tit. To kiss me on the lips. She rode me slowly, sensuously.

As she felt an orgasm rising through her body she pumped me faster, harder. The flesh of her buttocks slapped against my thighs. I met her thrusts, our rhythm that of lovers through the ages. 

She came again. Our kisses were wet then and sloppy. Mindless mashing of lips, of tongues entwining and weaving.

"Fuck me," I heard her cry out.

"Fuck me," I responded.

"Cum in me," she whispered. "Fill my cunt."

My cum poured into her hot cunt. My cock sang to the explosive relief as cum shot from me to fill her welcoming pussy.

I softened, we lay together. We fell asleep snuggled tightly.

I woke to find her looking at me, with a slight smile. 

"Good morning, David."

"Good morning, Martha."

I had to run to the bathroom for my morning pee. I brushed my teeth and rushed back to the bedroom.

Martha had already gone to the bathroom. She awaited my return with open arms. She had not forgotten about watching Mother and I eat each other the morning after sex. It was her turn now.

There was no hesitation by either of us. She was licking my cock. My face was buried in the folds of her pussy. She ran her tongue over my hard dick, tasting our mixed cum. I licked at the cum I had poured into her pussy the night before. Beautifully blended with her juices and the remains of her cum that she had squirted.

I lost myself in the scents and tastes. She pressed her nylon clad legs against my face as we ate each other to fulfillment. To orgasmic pleasures for us both.

We laid head to sex for a time when we were replete. Then we went to shower together. We used the hall bath. It wasn't as roomy as the shower in the master bedroom, but it was enough for the two of us.

As we were drying each other, she asked me, "What do you think is the sexiest thing for a woman to wear?" she asked.

"Around the house, bra and panties," I said. "Or a slip. I find either erotic. Nylons are a nice touch with either. I like a woman wearing a dress or skirt with nothing underneath. It makes me want to go right down on her."

She seemed surprised. 

"I thought you'd say baby doll, or something like that."

"Maybe I'm just weird," I laughed. "But maybe you should wear what makes you feel sexy. You exude femininity when you do. That is a real turn on.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think what looks sexy to you makes me feel that way. I like the feel of a slip, too, especially silk."

She drew her nylons back on and we returned to the bedroom. I had to go to the master bedroom to get a bathrobe. I could hear Mother and Ruth in the shower. I just grabbed the robe and left.

When I came back Martha was wearing a sexy red bra with matching, very brief, panties. I nodded in approval and helped her on with a light bathrobe. I told her to leave the sash untied.

"You look lovely this morning," I told her.

"You're the cause of that," she said.

We kissed one last time before we went to the kitchen. Mother and Ruth weren't there yet. I got the coffee going and sat with Martha. Mother and Ruth came just as the coffee was finishing.

Ruth straddled her Mother's lap and hugged her. 

"You look beautiful, Mom. I feel beautiful."

I looked at Mother. She looked like she had enjoyed a good night, too.

We had our coffee, I started another pot. We drank that, too.

I set out some muffins and pastries. That served as breakfast for us. Mother suggested that I get dressed and load the car. She, Martha and Ruth would change the beds.

Martha and Ruth would be going to visit Martha's sister, Elaine, about midafternoon. Everything was done by lunch time. Everyone had dressed. We ate a light lunch then Mother and I decided to leave.

Everyone hugged everyone else. You would think we would be away for months, but it had been a nice few days for all of us.

I drove but we took Mother's car. We didn't talk much. Mother seemed wrapped up in her thoughts. 

At one point, she said, "We have things to talk about, but they can wait until this evening." A short time later she asked. "Do you think we should invite Edith to join us?"

"Mother," I replied. "I'd like to spend some time alone with you. We haven't had much for ourselves."

"Thank you," she said with a smile.

When we got to the apartment, we turned the air conditioner on to cool the place off. I carried the things we had brought with us inside. Mother made up the bed and made sure there were towels in the bathroom. Having kept the apartment through the summer made things a lot easier.

Mother put a couple of bottles of wine and a six pack of beer in the refrigerator to cool. I put my clothes away in the closet and dresser. I had a lot still here from previous years.

We worked steadily until we were done. Then I made a pot of coffee and we sat at the kitchen table. Mother asked what we should do for dinner. I suggested pizza since there was nothing to eat in the apartment but a few canned goods. She thought that was okay. It was a little early for dinner so we decided to wait to order.

Mother said she would like a shower. I agreed and we went to the bedroom to undress. We showered together. I fondled her breasts and played with her pussy. She caressed my cock. We kissed under the cascading water. A kiss with great promise for both of us.

We dried each other. Mother sat on the side of the bed and pulled on a pair of white patterned hose. She smiled at me. 

"These are the ones Martha didn't wear last night."

She put on a bra and panties and a robe from her suitcase. I wore boxers and a bathrobe.

We sat on the couch together and cuddled. 

Mother sighed after a while and told me, "I guess it's time to talk. Let's have a glass of wine."

I went to the kitchen for the wine and glasses. I poured us both a glass and sat waiting for her to start. I thought I knew what this was about. I wanted to make it as easy for her as I could.

"David, I think you already know that Martha and I have found a deep feeling between us."

I nodded but kept silent. 

"My feelings for you haven't diminished," she continued. "Nor is Martha's love for her son and daughter any less than before. We find that we want to be together, but not give up anything. It is a little bit of a dilemma. We think that we could all live together. I would be willing to share Martha with you and her children. You are still the only man I will make love with. Martha said you were wonderful last night. She certainly looked like she had enjoyed it.

"Ruth and I had a fabulous night, also, on top of a fantastic day yesterday. Like me, Ruth will not make love with any other man than Rick. But she is willing to make love with both Martha and I, together or separately. Or with other women, too. Elaine or Shirley, for instance. So, David, the question is are you willing to share me, my affections, with Martha?"

"The short answer is definitely yes," I replied. "But it appears that Martha might be spreading her affections a bit thin. Especially when Rick comes home."

"Yes," Mother said. "We've thought of that. Rick and Ruth will have to realize. You need to understand it, too. Martha and I will be united. We want to remain united with our children as we have been, also. We are willing to share, within limits, to reach that goal."

"Probably Edith can be brought into the circle," I said.

"Yes," Mother replied. "But she would not be there all the time. Martha and I are a little worried about tension between you and Rick."

"Edith could help out there. And probably enjoy it," I said. "I think as long as Rick realizes that you are off limits and I don't make any moves on Ruth, there shouldn't be a problem. I'm not too sure about us all living together either, Mother. At least not long term."

"We've talked about that. We agree that living close to each other might be a better solution. That's for the future. First, we have to see if we can make it work."

"Mother, I understand your feelings for Martha. I approve of them. You seem to have found something. I will help in any way I can."

"Thank you, David. I love you."

We continued to talk. 

"Ruth wants to get you and Shirley together," Mother said. "She said Shirley has the 'hots' for you. I can understand that," she grinned at me.

"She told me that, too, but it's the first I've heard about Shirley having the 'hots' for me. I think it would be best not to do anything unless they come into our circle. Where are we going with that?"

"Still like we talked about. Leave the door open, but don't force the issue."

"Okay," I replied. "We'll see what happens. We both appear to be willing to let it happen."

There was a pause in the conversation and I ordered the pizza. I put on a pair of pants to answer the door and went back to sit with Mother.

She had a pensive look on her face. 

"I hope it all works out," she said. "I couldn't stand to lose either you or Martha."

"I hope it will, too, Mother."

"We need to give some thought to our relations with Janet's side of the family," I said. "We should make sure we stay close."

"I know," Mother said. "I talked to Edith about it not long ago. Janet and Earl are still wrapped up with Michelle, Mike and Rachel. But they seem to be getting over the initial high. I've made sure to talk to Janet regularly. We haven't talked since Martha arrived, though. She'll love hearing about that."

We both laughed. 

"Edith is still trying to promote a big orgy. I'm starting to feel more promiscuous, but I'm not at the family wide orgy stage yet."

"That would be a wild time," I said.

Our pizza arrived to interrupt the conversation. I poured Mother another glass of wine and got a beer for myself.

Mother was feeling a little reminiscent. 

"It doesn't seem that long ago that all this started," she said. "I drank too much, practically raped you and scandalized my sisters. Now you and I are lovers and both my sisters are involved in incestuous relationships and loving it."

I laughed, "I'm glad you had those extra drinks, Mother. It changed my whole life."

"It changed a lot of lives," Mother said. "Mine as much as yours, and it's still affecting others."

We went to the living room to cuddle on the couch. It felt good to be alone with Mother like this. Changes were coming in our lives. I hoped for the better.

Mother had brought a few of her favorite videos but we decided not to play any just then. We went to the bedroom. I unhooked her bra and knelt in front of her to pull her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and I rubbed my face on those lovely nylons.

We felt our love strongly that night. Our lovemaking showed it. Tender, sweet. We ate each other and fucked each other and made each other cum. We slept naked together in each other's arms.

In the morning, we ate each other again reveling in the scents and tastes of our lovemaking of the night before. We showered afterward, dressed and had coffee. We were in no hurry, we had all day and wanted to enjoy each other.

I checked my phone. There was a text message. "Having a wonderful time, wish you were here." It was signed "Ruth and her mom and Shirley and her mom."

The same message was on Mother's phone.

Mother laughed when she saw it. 

"That sounds promising," she said.

We stripped the bed and put the sheets in the washer. Then we went out to breakfast and overate. Mother looked nice. She was wearing a very pretty print dress that left her shoulders bare. It was a little low cut in front, just enough to show a hint of cleavage.

Even though we were feeling stuffed, we managed to get the shopping done. Mother made a quick visit to a department store at the mall. I waited in the car for her.

Back at the apartment, we carried our purchases in and put them away. We put the sheets in the dryer. We decided to nap then and laid down together.

When we woke, we made we made coffee. We were sipping at it when Mother had another text message. "Mary, my love, I think things will work. Maybe we should all get together this weekend. Especially David and Shirley." This time it was signed, "Love Martha."

Martha hadn't picked up the habit text messengers have of abbreviating everything.

Mother showed me the message. 

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I really don't know what to think, Mother. What do you want? That is the most important thing."

"Martha and I talked," Mother said. "We wouldn't mind if you and Shirley got close, very close. Ruth doesn't know we talked. Her matchmaking was her own idea."




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 13



"If Shirley's agreeable then so am I," I told Mother.

"I'll call Martha," Mother said.

The conversation with Martha didn't take long. Once she had established that Martha was in a position to talk to her, Mother told her to go ahead and invite them to our house for the weekend. She made sure that they had told Elaine and her daughter about our relationship. Martha said that she had. Mother replied that there shouldn't be any problem then. 

Martha said that they were going to stay at Elaine's for another night. Elaine had taken the day off and everyone was enjoying themselves. They ended the conversation with "Love you."

"That's done," Mother said, "for better or worse. But I feel right about it."

I felt right about it, too. I didn't know what would develop, but I thought it would be good.

Mother went to the bedroom saying she'd be right back. She came back wearing patterned nylons, black this time and heels with straps up over her ankles. She came to me and took my hand.

"It appears that matchmaking makes me horny," she said and led me to the couch.

She sat and urged me to my knees in front of her. It wasn't hard to figure out what she wanted. We had been there before. I slid her dress up her thighs to expose her bare pussy. As I expected, she was not wearing panties. That made it plain that I was to eat her, to suck her cunt, to lick her juices, fuck her with my tongue, lick her clit and make her cum.

Her heels thumped my back as she repeated over and over, "Don't stop. Don't stop." 

She slid off the couch when she was satisfied and kissed me hard. 

"It's going to be an exciting weekend, David. You should pace yourself."

"Okay," I agreed. "But I'm going to fuck you at least once."

"That sounds exciting. Can you hold it until we get home?" she said me as she kissed me again.

"I think I can control myself that long," I told her. "But not one minute longer."

"I have to go put panties on," Mother said. "You've made me so juicy I would embarrass us. I probably need to change my dress, too."

I waited as she went to the bedroom. She returned without the nylons. She had changed her dress, too. The one she had put on was just as nice.

It was midafternoon when we pulled into the garage. I carried Mother's bag inside and brought it to the bedroom. She had hurried to the bathroom as soon as we got in the house. I dropped her bag and went to the bathroom in the bedroom.

When I came back into the bedroom, Mother was sitting on the side of the bed. She had somehow found time to put on the white patterned hose. 

I took my pants and shirt off, dropped my boxers and let my raging hard-on spring free. I knelt between her knees and pushed her dress up to her hips. As I expected, she was not wearing panties.

I dove into her wet pussy, into the aromatic heat of her lust. I ate her until she came then I stood and lifted her to meet my cock. Her legs were around my hips and I was thrusting my throbbing cock down into her. She was getting every inch of it and joyously accepting it.

Her cries of "Fuck me David," aroused me even further. As she was cumming, my cock exploded with a wonderful orgasm. I poured my seed into her as she clasped me even tighter with her nylon clad legs.

My legs would hardly hold me and I sank to my knees in front of her. She relaxed her legs to release me and laid back on the bed breathing deeply.

I licked at my cum seeping from her cunt. She caressed my head when she felt my tongue. 

But she said, "Later, David. Save that for later. I feel very satisfied right now."

We laid together on the bed and rested. We both dozed off. I woke up, alone about an hour later. I found Mother in the kitchen with a fresh pot of coffee. I poured a cup for myself and sat with her.

"We may need an extra bedroom," she said. "We should make sure yours is ready. Just in case."

"Okay. I'll check," I told her.

Mother was getting nervous about the upcoming weekend. The only other time I had seen her this edgy was when we were going to visit Janet for what would be her first experience with another woman.

We had a quiet evening. After supper, we watched TV for a while. I idly played with her tits as she snuggled up to me. We went to bed early. Mother thought we should take it easy, sex wise. If I had to go without, she could too.

We snuggled up to each other and slept soundly. She woke first and had breakfast started by the time I opened my eyes. I met her in the kitchen. Over coffee, she told me that she thought Martha and Ruth would be back before long.

We had a very nice breakfast together. 

Then Mother asked me, "David, I want to be sure you're okay with all the changes going on. And changes that may still be coming."

"Yes," I answered. "I don't have any problems so far. But do you feel right about Elaine and Shirley?"

"David," Mother said. "I had a dream. I won't tell you any more than that right now. Except I will say that if things happen like the dream showed me, it will be good for all of us."

"Well, your dreams have come true in the past."

"Yes," Mother said. "They have, haven't they? I don't want to try to make anything happen. We have to let things happen naturally."

I thought I could go along. Especially if, as Mother said, the final result was good.

Martha and Ruth got back about nine-thirty. They told us that they had enjoyed themselves very much. Everyone had made love with everyone else and they had all made a circle a couple of times.

Ruth looked at me seriously. 

"David, would you have any problem making love with Shirley? She wants you to."

I looked at Mother. Mother looked at Martha. Martha nodded to her. Mother looked back at me and smiled. We had already discussed this. I knew what she thought.

"I'd like to, as long as it's what Shirley wants, too."

"They'll be here about seven this evening," Ruth continued. "Elaine had to work today so she'll want to change and probably eat before they come."

Martha and Ruth had a cup of coffee with us then went upstairs to rest.

Mother smiled at me and reached for my hand. 

"We will always have each other, no matter what develops," she said softly.



A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 14



This story is about incestuous relationships. All the characters are age 18 or older.

To better understand this story, you may want to read the previous chapters

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Mother and I had taken some of my things to my college apartment while her sister Martha and niece Ruth visited Martha's sister Elaine. They told us about their visit when we were all back home again.

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Martha and Ruth had arrived at Elaine's about five o'clock. Elaine was in the shower, she had gotten home from work not long before. Shirley was preparing dinner.

Shirley hugged them both. She kissed both warmly. "Hi, Aunt Martha. Hi Ruth. I'm glad you're here. Mom shouldn't be too long."

Shirley served them coffee. They sat at the kitchen table chatting. 

"Have you said anything to your mother?" Ruth asked.

"Not about you specifically, but I did say that three or four women together might be fun. Mom, said she thought it might be. She said she had often wondered. But then she went on to say that she'd like a man or two in the group. I thought that sounded even hotter."

"How do we let Elaine in on the secret?" Martha asked.

"Oh, I'll tell her when the time seems right," Shirley said.

They heard Elaine coming down the stairs and the conversation ended.

Dinner was a pleasant affair. Martha and Elaine talked about growing up together. Elaine was Martha's younger sister by a couple of years. Elaine was closer to Edith's age, in fact she and Edith were good friends much as Martha and Mother had been.

The meal over, everyone complimented Shirley. Ruth helped clean up while Martha and Elaine went to the living room. Shirley stuck her head in and asked if they'd like an after dinner drink. Both women said yes.

Shirley brought them an after dinner liqueur that Elaine only drank on special occasions. Ruth decided on a glass of wine and Shirley took a half glass when she poured Ruth's.

In the living room Shirley sat on the couch with her mother. Ruth sat in a chair facing them. Her mother was already seated in another chair.

Shirley snuggled up to Elaine and listened to the conversation until there was a break.

"Mom, do you know that Ruth and her Aunt Martha make love with each other?" she said. "Just like we do."

Elaine's mouth fell open. She looked quickly at her daughter, then swiveled her glance to her sister. 

Martha had been expecting something like this to happen. She was not anxious about it. Not as she had been. In fact, during dinner she had felt an attraction to Elaine she had never felt before. She looked back at Elaine smiling slightly.

Elaine stared at her sister Martha. She looked back to her daughter. "What are you saying, Shirley?" She sounded a little shrill. Her carefully kept secret, the incestuous affair with her own daughter, had been exposed.

"Mom," Shirley said. "They're just like us. They love each other and make love together."

"Oh my God," Elaine said, almost to herself. To Martha she said, "Is this true?"

"Yes it is." Martha's reply was calm.

"Did you know about Shirley and I?"

"Yes, we did." Martha told her.

"Oh my God," Elaine said again. She turned to Shirley again. "You told them. It had to be you." She was angry now. 

"Yes, Mom," Shirley admitted. "I needed advice about what to do. Ruth told me that she and her mother had become lovers. I told Ruth about my feelings and fears. She helped. It was largely because of her we got together."

Martha moved to the couch to sit on the other side of Elaine from Shirley. "Elaine, Ruth and I know, from experience, that it is often best to be open in situations like this."

"What's next?" Elaine asked. She was still upset. "What's to tell?"

"Mom," Shirley said. "Ruth and I would like us all to get together. Aunt Martha is willing."

"Perhaps we shouldn't have surprised you this way," Martha told her sister. "It might have been easier if you'd had time to think. To see the possibilities."

Elaine Looked at Shirley again. "You two girls go away. I need to talk to Martha."

Shirley was reluctant to leave, but she did. She and Ruth went to her bedroom. The room that had been her bedroom before she began sleeping with her mother.

The two young women were soon locked in a tight embrace. An embrace that quickly became sexual. Both had been thinking about the other for days, or even longer.

Elaine turned to Martha once they were alone. "You are willing to join us? You really want us all to get together?"

"Yes, it took some persuasion to get me to even think about it. But the girls finally convinced me to give things a chance. Then during dinner I found myself becoming attracted to you."

"Martha," Elaine exclaimed. "I've always been attracted to you. When I was a teenager I used to think about kissing you. You were in my thoughts as much as boys were. That's how I came to realize I was bi.

"I could never say anything to you," Elaine continued. "You would have rejected me then.

"Did you know I was bi?" She asked Martha.

"I suspected that you might be. But you always seemed very feminine too."

"I tried to be discrete," Elaine said. "I've only had a few affairs with women. And to be honest I prefer men."

The two women sat together silently for a few minutes. Both wrapped up in their own thoughts. Both trying to work up the nerve to take the next step.

It was Elaine who broke the ice. She drew Martha to her for a soft loving kiss. "We've missed so much," she spoke softly.

Martha clutched at her sister. Emotions controlling her. It was as if she had found something. Her feelings were like those she felt when she had connected with Mary, a feeling of completeness. She was still sorting things out, but she knew the answers were coming.

Elaine stood and took her hand. They went to the bedroom together. They kissed. Standing together next to the bed they kissed like lovers. They undressed, hurriedly. They were anxious now, their heat growing, their pussies wet with mounting lust.

On the bed they fondled each other, they licked, they sucked, they brought each other to mind-blowing orgasms.

In the other bedroom Ruth and Shirley laid together naked, resting after their lovemaking. When they heard the sounds of their mothers' loving they kissed. They knew everything was right.

Later Martha and Elaine came for them. To lead them back to the big bedroom to lie all together naked, loving. The scents of hot women permeated the room as Elaine made love with Ruth; as Martha and Shirley buried their faces in each other's pussies.

Later still they sent a text message to David and his mother, laughing together as they did: "Having a wonderful time, wish you were here." They signed it "Ruth and her mom and Shirley and her mom."

They slept together in a tangle of naked women. Shirley woke first and went to the kitchen to start the coffee. She went back to the bathroom in the master bedroom and found extra toothbrushes for Martha and Ruth. She left them, in their packages, next to the sink. She thought about getting a robe but decided to stay naked. She hoped the other women would too.

Shirley was excited. Her pussy felt like it glowed. She wished she could feel that way forever. The only thing that could be better would be for David to make love with her. A secret desire, one she had harbored for years. She touched her pussy as she thought of him.

In the bedroom she saw Martha and Ruth stirring. Martha was sitting up yawning. Shirley blew her a kiss and went back to the kitchen. She set out some pastries and sat to drink her own coffee.

Ruth was next. She had put on her panties, but when Shirley said, "Let's go naked today," she stripped them off.

Both of them together persuaded Martha. Ruth opened the snaps of her bra as Shirley knelt to pull her panties down. She kissed Martha's vulva before returning to her seat.

Convincing Elaine was no problem at all. When she saw the three women naked she removed her robe and sat with them.

The breakfasted on coffee and pastries. Shirley offered to cook, but the others told her not to bother.

Elaine brought up the previous night's activities first. "That was a wonderful night," she told the others. "Can you spend the day with us?" She asked. "If you can I'll call my job and tell them I won't be in."

"Yes, we can stay," Martha replied.

"I feel like something big has happened," Elaine continued after a moment's thought. "No, I think it feels like the first step toward something. It's all kind of nebulous.

"It will become clear in time," Martha told her. "Maybe soon."

"You sound like you know something I don't, Martha."

Martha looked at Ruth and nodded. Ruth beamed. Martha's okay was what she had wished for.

"There is more Aunt Elaine. You too, Shirley." Her excitement showed in her voice. "Aunt Mary and David have been lovers for quite some time. We joined with them a couple of days ago, after we found out about each other.

"The details are too complicated to go into right now, but I must tell you that it was a beautiful experience."

"For me too," Martha put in. "In fact for all of us."

"You mean Aunt Mary has David all tied up?" Shirley was disappointed, it showed in her voice.

"Not at all," Martha said.

"We have more to tell you," Ruth continued. "Mom and I are both lovers with Rick. It is a very loving relationship. We look forward to the day he gets out of the army."

"What's going to happen?" Elaine asked. She looked directly at Martha.

"I'm not sure, Elaine, but I have a few fantasies." Martha replied.

"Involving Shirley and I?"

"Very much so. But there're still only fantasies."

"I need to think," Elaine said. "Please come with me, Martha."

They went to the master bedroom together and laid on the bed. Elaine was silent staring at the ceiling.

"Do you see Rick and Shirley getting together?" Elaine finally asked.

"No, Ruth is going to be Rick's wife. But they'll both have relations with me and Mary. You and Shirley too. If you want."

"I think Shirley is hot for David. She never said so to me, but a mother knows." Elaine said, she sounded pensive.

"Mary and I would both approve of closer ties between Shirley and David." Martha told her sister. "But we feel we must be careful not to try to make things happen. How do you feel about it?"

"I wouldn't be against it. That young man makes me wet when I think about him." Elaine said with a soft laugh.

"He should," Martha said. "He's a good lover."

"You mean you got in his pants?" Elaine exclaimed.

"That's one way of putting it."

"Martha, please tell me. Are you saying that Shirley and I can join you, you and Mary and David?"

"In a word, yes, but you need to understand that you won't be able to have Shirley for your own. And affairs outside the group would be frowned on. But there will likely be enough variety that you won't even consider it."

"I've never been that promiscuous," Elaine said. "I have had a few affairs, with men and women both, but they were pretty spread out.

"I guess I should ask Shirley before I commit her to anything."

"Ruth and Shirley have been confidants for several years," Martha said. "I just found that out. I think Ruth may already have won her over."

"Let's go find out," Elaine told her.

As Martha supposed Shirley had been won over. It was not even close. She told Ruth that she had dreamed, for years of making love with David.

"This is your chance then," Ruth told her. "And a lot of other adventures too with some lovely ladies."

So when Elaine found willing acceptance. She leaned back in her chair and smiled at Martha. "Shall we seal it with a kiss?" she asked. "All of us?"

"A kiss and more," Ruth said.

They made a circle of joy, hot mouths on hot pussies. All of them cumming multiple times. They laid together in a tangle of naked flesh as they recouped for yet more lovemaking.

Later that afternoon Martha texted Mother. Mother called her back, Martha went to the other bedroom to talk. They held a brief conversation.

Back in the bedroom she joined the other three women on the bed. "Mary and David have invited you to join us for the weekend," she said. "I hope you will accept. I'm certain that Ruth hopes so too."

"I certainly do," Ruth agreed.

Elaine looked at Shirley asking a silent question. She saw the answer in her daughter's expression. "We will be happy to accept," she said.

They made another circle then broke up into pairs. The partners switching often. The lovemaking lasted long into the night with a pause for dinner. At last they were replete and fell asleep.

Elaine had to work the next day, she couldn't take another day off. She was the first to wake up. She took a quick shower and dressed. Ruth and Shirley weren't far behind her. Martha slept a little longer.

Elaine kissed Martha and Ruth as she left, Loving kisses, and said she'd see them that evening. She kissed Shirley the same way and asked her to pack a bag for them to take.

Martha, Ruth and Shirley sat at the table having a final cup of coffee before dressing.

"Shirley," Martha began. "I get the impression that you'd like to get close to David. If that's so it's very likely you can be with him tonight."

Shirley felt a thrill run through herself. "Yes," she said. "I'd like that very much."

Ruth and Martha dressed and after goodbye kisses they left.

****** 

Back at our house Martha and Ruth gave Mother and I a brief recap of their visit with Elaine and Shirley. They both seemed excited, and very satisfied, by their time together with Martha's sister and her daughter.

They went to the guest room to rest. I helped Mother clean house for a couple of hours then we showered and put together a lunch. She went upstairs to ask Martha and Ruth if they wanted to eat. They were just waking up from their rest and both said they were hungry.

Over lunch we heard about the visit With Elaine and Shirley. "So you think they'll fit in?" Mother asked.

"I think they will. They are both very nice, and sexy too." Martha replied.

"You, Elaine and I should talk about something when she's here," Mother told Martha. "It's about an idea that's been floating around in the back of my mind.

"I guess I should call Janet too," she continued. "I should let her know what's happening. She'll be interested."

Mother and Martha began preparing dinner. I was at loose ends and went to my old bedroom to play around on my computer. While I was there I made sure the room were ready in case it was needed.

Ruth came in for a visit. We mostly just chatted. She hardly mentioned the upcoming visit from Elaine and Shirley except to say, "Elaine is nice. Shirley is too. We like them both"

She left to take a nap and I lay down too. I woke up when I felt Mother lie down beside me. She was caught up and wanted a rest too. I soon dozed off again.

Mother woke me about five o'clock for dinner. She and Martha had made a large pot of stew and another of chili. The idea being that any time we wanted a meal we could just heat something up.

I could feel the excitement at the dinner table. If I hadn't known that Martha and Ruth had just left Elaine and Shirley that morning I would have thought they were looking for the fulfillment of a long held fantasy.

I could sense anticipation in Mother too. And I must admit to more than a little eagerness in myself; excitement at the thought of making love with Shirley. When I stopped to think about it I hadn't made love with a young woman since Mother and I had started our affair. Let me make it plain that I had come to enjoy sex with older women. They had already worked their way through most of their inhibitions. The ones I had experience with quite frankly enjoyed sex, they were honest about it.

But Shirley was a good looking young woman. Mother had suggested that a close relationship with her would be encouraged. But, she had also cautioned me not to try to make something happen. She said things had to happen on their own merit.

There was another aspect too. Since Mother and I started our love relationship all of the women I had made love to for had been with Mother involved the first time. This time it appeared that it was going to be Shirley and I alone.

Of course nothing might work out as I thought it was going to.

After dinner we all helped clean up. Then the women went to change, Mother suggested that I shed some clothes too. In our bedroom she pulled on nylons, black mesh with a pattern of nymphs and satyrs. She grinned at me, "I bought these when I went to the mall the day we shopped for your college apartment."

She put on a pair of heels, although they were of modest height. The straps crossed in an x pattern over her ankles.

Fancy, and very brief black panties with a matching bra were next. She covered it all with a very sheer black negligee.

At her suggestion I stripped down to my boxers and covered myself with a light robe.

We all met in the living room. I asked if anyone would like a drink. Everyone decided to wait until Elaine and her daughter got here. That wasn't long in coming. Their car pulled into the driveway within minutes.

I opened the garage door so they could enter that way. Both women had small overnight bags with them. I got a hug from them both. They looked at the other ladies in the living room. "Maybe we better go change," Elaine said with a laugh.

"I'll have a drink ready for you if you want one." I told them.

Elaine said she'd have one and Shirley asked for a small glass of wine. I fixed drinks for everyone. Even Mother had a mixed drink, a rarity for her.

Elaine and Shirley returned looking beautifully sexy. Shirley had thigh high nylons, but no garter belt. She was wearing brief panties and no bra. A filmy baby doll covered everything. It emphasized her breasts and her dark areolas showed through the gauzy material.

I could hardly keep my eyes off her. She returned my gaze with a shy smile. I didn't know how to proceed. Elaine took the pressure off me though.

"Shirley's been daydreaming about David for a long time. Let's just let them go off by themselves."

Shirley smiled at me then and nodded. That was all the impetus I needed. We both stood. I held my hand out to her and we went upstairs to my old bedroom. It was dimly lit from a couple of night lights. 

I closed the door and we came together in an embrace. It seemed natural. "To put your mind at ease, David. I want to be here." Shirley said as we held each other.

"I'm glad," was my unimaginative reply. 

We kissed, softly, and moved to the bed. I knelt and reached for her panties, slid them over her hips and let them fall to the floor. Her bush was a light brown triangle, matching the color of her hair. It was trimmed only enough that it would be covered by her panties. At her age it was not yet the wild tangle it would become with age, if left untrimmed. The hair was soft, silky, inviting me to rub my face on it.

Shirley sat on the side of the bed and I pulled her hips to the edge. She opened her legs for me. To let me kneel between them. To let me view her aroused pussy. To draw close and inhale her delightful scent. To taste her essences. To bury my face in her hot and eager cunt to lick and suck and make her cum.

To rise to my feet as her body writhed to an intense orgasm. To watch her pull her legs onto the bed, turn and spread them lewdly for me. To respond to her open arms and fall into her embrace. To let my hard, throbbing cock slide into her snug pussy.

It was beautiful, it was lovely. Two hot young people together for the first time. Her orgasms were exciting to me, as if they were my own. When I came it was like my whole body was electrified. My cock releasing my cum in an explosion of lust followed by a thrilling release.

We laid together afterward and she talked to me. "I've always been attracted to you, David. You were the man I dreamed of. But, you always thought of me as too young. And I was, too young I mean.




A Mutual Learning Experience Ch. 14



"You know, don't you, that some of the ladies would like to see us married? It's probably far too soon to even think of it. But they won't object if we want to get closer together."

I responded. "I've been told that no one would object if we got closer, but no one has mentioned marriage yet. What about your mother? Has she said anything?"

"Not yet, she's still overwhelmed by the events of the past few days. So am I for that matter."

We snuggled together comfortably, resting. Resting that is until she felt me getting hard again. She slid down my body, kissing me as she did, to take my cock in her mouth. My hand on the cheek of her ass urged her to turn and bring her pussy to me.

We ate each other. It was exhilarating for both of us. Shirley pushed her pussy into my face rubbing her juices over my face. We clasped each other's hair, we licked and sucked and rose to wonderfully intense orgasms.

We would doze and wake for more love. Not always sex, sometimes just hard hugs and wet kisses. We spent the night and most of the next day together. We got up, briefly for the bathroom or meals.

We took a shower together in the evening. And hurried back to bed together. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other. We talked about a lot of things. About our plans for the future. About our families and whether they would unite. Shirley thought they would.

Let me tell you something about Shirley. She is brilliant. Not just smart. I'm smart, she's way above me. Her brain works in ways that I can't quite follow. Although I am usually able to understand what she is saying. And sometimes can work my way, laboriously, through her reasoning. The only reason she wasn't already half way through college was that her school, and her mother agreed, felt that she should stay with her own age group until graduation.

Shirley had scholarships that would pay most of her education costs. Her father would help too. She was already accepted for an accelerated course of study.

Despite her braininess Shirley was an attractive young woman with all the thoughts and feelings of other women her age. She could act mature one minute and like a teenager the next. 

She had few friends in high school, of either sex. Although she was on good terms with a lot of the other girls they were not confidants. Ruth played that role for her. Boys didn't ask her out much. Not after the time, in her mid-teens, that she had been hotly necking with a boy and the solution to a mathematical equation popped into her head. It ruined the whole night, she laughed about it and told me that she wouldn't guarantee the same thing wouldn't happen with me.

Despite the fact that she scared most boys away she was not a virgin our first night together. She was inexperienced, but very willing.

After our second night together we met Mother and Elaine in the kitchen at breakfast. They had spent the night together and looked quite satisfied. "I've been discussing something with Elaine and Martha," Mother told us. "We'd like to talk to you two and Ruth about it. Why don't we all get together in an hour, or so."

Shirley and I both agreed. We rushed back to the bedroom for a shower together. Dressed, we went to the kitchen looking for coffee and then to the living room to find we were the last arrivals.

What the ladies wanted to talk about was the future of the family. They, Mother, Martha and Elaine had agreed to unite into one family. Ruth was an enthusiastic supporter. She said Rick supported the idea too. She stayed in close touch with him, mostly by email. She sent letters by regular mail too. Especially when the subject was very personal.

Mother's idea had been to buy a large plot of land outside the city, but within commuting distance. We, as a group would build a cluster of houses with a main house as a focus. The plans were still nebulous, but she had her eye on a twenty acre plot of land about thirty miles from our city. She had discussed financing with Edith, her banker sister, and it looked feasible.

The first question was whether Shirley would approve the families joining. She thought it was going to happen and she liked the idea. I approved too. Mother agreed to proceed with the property purchase. That would be the easiest part. She wouldn't have a problem buying it, she had enough money.

Shirley and I went back to our room. "I really need to spend some time with your mother," she told me. "Would you like a threesome?"

"It would be wonderful." I told her.

"I've already talked to her about it. She's excited at the thought."

We hugged each other and kissed like lovers. "I need to ask something, David." She was hesitant. "Would you date me at college? I would like it if you did?"

"I was planning on asking you the same thing," I replied. "I look forward to seeing a lot of you."

"I have to be there Wednesday." she said with her head on my shoulder. "Why don't you visit Mom and I tomorrow night and Monday? We'll probably leave early Wednesday morning.

"You can get to know my mother better. And me too, for that matter." She continued.

I wouldn't be leaving until the end of the week. I didn't have to go through all the preliminaries and orientation that Shirley did. Mother and I would leave Friday and spend the weekend in the apartment. My classes started the following Monday. I suggested that Shirley and her mother stay at my apartment while her mother was there. They could save on motel costs that way.

We ate dinner with the others. Ruth had cooked. It was quite good. She laughed at our compliments and said she was practicing for married life, when her brother Rick came home.

At dinner everyone was excited about the prospect of us all uniting into one family. We stayed at the table for an hour after dinner discussing the possibilities. The question came up about whether we should unite with Mother's side of the family too.

"We definitely want to stay close to them, I think." Martha said.

"We need to let them know everything going on with us," Mother said. "I told my sister Janet we were thinking about uniting, but not much more. She was intrigued with the idea. I'll discuss it further with her. Maybe I should bring Edith and Earl into the discussion too.

"In fact, I think I'll try to get together with them tomorrow." She said. "Maybe Martha and Elaine should come with me, Ruth too." She didn't include Shirley or I because she knew we had plans.

Elaine said she wouldn't be able to. She had to help Shirley complete her preparations for college Sunday afternoon. She left unsaid that I would be visiting.

Mother called Janet and then her other sister Edith. They all agreed to get together the next afternoon. Janet had told Mother that her daughter Michelle, and her family, were visiting them for the weekend. They had planned to start home Sunday afternoon, but Janet suggested that they stay a little later. It was finally agreed that Mother, and the ladies with her, would come for lunch and spend the afternoon. 

It was an hour later that we decided it was time for bed.

Mother and Shirley were in each other's arms as soon as we were in the bedroom. They exchanged a couple of hot kisses before they stepped back from each other and hastily stripped. I happily followed their example and got out of my own clothes

They turned together and each took me by an arm leading me to the bed. They laid down on either side of me smothering me with kisses and exchanging hot kisses with each other.

Shirley whispered to me. Actually more like a stage whisper. She wanted Mother to hear. "Fuck your mother, David. I want to watch you fuck your mother."

Mother on the other side of me readily joined the game. "No, David, your mother is going to fuck you. She needs you."

She straddled me and guided my throbbing cock into her hot wet cunt. I reached for Shirley thinking to eat her while Mother fucked me. She refused, though, "I want to watch," she said. Her voice was husky.

She laid next to us, fingering herself and watching Mother ride my cock to an orgasm. As Mother quivered from the thrill of cumming Shirley knelt next to her to exchange hot, wet kisses. Their mouths open wide as if trying to devour each other. Watching made my cock even harder and I thrust into my mother's pussy to make her cum again.

Shirley kissed me next while still fingering her pussy and bringing herself to multiple orgasms along with Mother. The excitement the two women generated in me brought me to my own orgasm far sooner than I wished. My cum gushed from me, to fill my mother's eager pussy, as electric thrills coursed through my body.

We all laid together as the women fondled and kissed, and sucked me to another hard on. It was Shirley's turn then. She rode me and fucked me as Mother watched us. It was Mother's turn to kiss her. To suck at her tits. To kiss me with wet, open mouth. Shirley came and came again.

I should have lasted longer than I did. After all I had just filled my mother with cum and should not have been so ready to cum again for a while. It didn't work that way, though. Lust and testosterone ruled the day and I shot my cum into Shirley's young cunt even as she was wild with the exhilaration of her own orgasm.

We laid together recovering. The women were ready for more far sooner than I was. I watched with rising fascination as they went down on each other. They licked and sucked my cum from each other's pussies as they brought each other to yet more orgasms. It was a lovely sight as two naked women buried their faces in each other's cunts. To please each other and to please themselves.

Me? I was done for a while. Even the aromatic scents of hot sex and hot pussies, while they excited me, were not enough to give me a renewed hard-on. The women, too, when they had satisfied each other, were ready for a rest. We all cuddled up together and slept soundly until morning.

We all woke about the same time. After quick trips to the bathroom we all tumbled back into bed to make a circle of joy. I happily sucked and licked at Shirley's clit while Mother sucked my hard cock and Shirley ate my mother's wet pussy.

I was happy to see that Mother and Shirley were getting along so well. At breakfast we were joined by the other women. They all looked as if they'd had a good night too. Shirley and her mother left shortly after breakfast. I kissed Shirley and told her I'd see them later in the day.

It was late morning when Mother, Martha and Ruth left to visit Mother's sister, Janet, and her family. I was left alone in the house for a few hours. I took a long nap. When I woke I showered and shaved carefully. My mind seemed to focus on Shirley. I found myself attracted to her, but I enjoyed all of the women's company. Maybe it was because Shirley was new to me.

I arrived at Elaine and Shirley's house about six o'clock. I had called earlier and told them I would bring dinner. On the way I stopped at an Italian restaurant I liked and picked up salads and lasagna for our meal.

Shirley met me at the door with a light kiss. The table was already set. Elaine was getting drinks. When she asked what I would like I opted for iced tea. The meal went well. We sat at the table afterwards with coffee for Shirley and I while Elaine had wine.

Shirley started the ball rolling. "Mom and I will go change, David. Make yourself comfortable in the living room. Go ahead and take your shoes off. We'll be right back."

Their house was a one story ranch. They disappeared down a hall while I settled down on the couch. I channel surfed looking for something interesting on tv. I finally settled for news. Elaine and Shirley weren't gone long. They came back wearing robes and each took one of my hands.

They lead me to their bedroom. I got the impression that it was very feminine, but the lighting was too dim to see details.

Both women were naked under their robes. They draped them over a chair and worked together to undress me. "I think Mom needs you, David," Shirley said. "It's been a long time for her. I want her to enjoy you like I did."

"Thank you, Darling," Elaine told her. "I have to admit you're right. It has been a long time."

I kissed Elaine. Our first kiss was soft and a little hesitant. We were just getting to know each other. I kissed Shirley next. That kiss started soft and was soon hot. Shirley and I broke our kiss a little reluctantly. I turned back to Elaine. She seemed much more relaxed this time and our kiss was much more loving.

"I'm going to leave you alone," Shirley said. "I'll come back later." She grabbed her robe and left the room closing the door as she did.

"I've thought about you a few times," Elaine said. "I couldn't say much because Shirley had a crush on you."

She took my hand and climbed onto the bed drawing me with her. We were in each other's arms instantly. Our kisses passionate now. Fondling tits and cocks. Fingering her pussy.

I slid down her body and her legs parted in an invitation. Like her daughter Elaine had a full patch of pubic hair. A beautiful wild mane like a halo around the swollen lips of her pussy. Her musky scent sent signals to my cock causing me to harden even more than I already was. 

Her hands caressed my head, but urged me closer too. I parted her labia with my fingers to gaze at the red flesh of her hot pussy. The inner lips swollen and puffy, her already hard clit shining like a pearl. Her juices coating all giving her a wet inviting look.

"Please, David," she moaned. "Don't tease me."

Her words were enough. I buried my face in her wet cunt and savored the tastes of her juices. I sucked her and licked her and made her cum. My fingers danced in the crack of her ass. She seemed to enjoy it and I felt her cum again. 

I rose from her pussy and moved forward to thrust my hard cock into her, sliding on the slick film of her juices. She was tight and I filled her. She gave a little cry at first, but threw her arms around me to keep me close.

Her hips met mine as our bodies picked up the rhythm. She was hot and ready when I entered her and she was soon gasping from the orgasm flashing through her body. I was able to bring her twice more to an orgasm before my seed erupted from my cock to fill her pussy.

She held me as I softened and held me still when I was too limp to stay in her and rolled off to lie beside her, face to face. She kissed me often and softly. I returned her kisses and petted her body.

We dozed off, but not for long. Shirley climbed into bed and woke us. She kissed me then climbed over both of us to lie on the other side of her mother. Leaving Elaine between us. Shirley snuggled up to her still drowsy mother and nuzzled her neck.

"I love you, Mom," I heard her say.

"And I love you, Sweetie," Elaine responded.

"I hope you didn't wear David completely out." Shirley said in a stage whisper.

I laughed when I heard her. "Not quite, Shirley. If you want to get me hard fast show me how you eat your mother."

I'll admit it was a crude remark, but both women laughed. Shirley leaned over her mother and took the older woman's tit in her mouth.

It wasn't long before I was watching Shirley eating her mother's pussy with her butt elevated invitingly.

Watching them was enough to get me hard again and I knelt behind Shirley and slid my cock into her eager pussy. She pushed back at me showing me her lust. I grasped her hips and fucked her hard. I rammed my hard cock into her as she licked and sucked her mother. Eating my cum from her mother's cunt and making her cum with intense orgasms.

I soon felt an orgasm ripping through Shirley's body. Her gasps were muffled by the folds of her mother's pussy, but she showed her desire by meeting my thrusts. Her mother, too, was cumming. I watched her across Shirley's back as she threw her head back and her body arched in ecstasy.

The room was filled with the scents and sounds of hot sex. Cum and musk; gasps, moans, muted cries. The ambiance was, in itself, erotic to an extreme. The excitement grew in me. Slowly, unlike the usual rush to ejaculation. A pleasurable feeling that meandered through my body seeming to touch every nerve ending as it slowly grew in intensity.

It was unusual for me. I was able to give more pleasure to Shirley while enjoying the exhilaration of an incipient orgasm myself. When my cum gushed into her hot pussy I was almost screaming in ecstasy. The slow build up had culminated with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced.

We slept well that night, all of us. I was sandwiched between two naked and satisfied women. Granted, not all of their satisfaction was as a result of my efforts. We woke well rested in the morning. After coffee Elaine cooked us a big breakfast.

I told Shirley and her mother that Shirley could ride home with me on weekends. They knew I often spent weekends with my mother. It probably wouldn't be as often now, though. My studies would be harder than before. I also told them that they could use the apartment any time Elaine wanted to visit. I warned them that I might come with it. They both laughed at that.

I helped load Elaine's car and made sure they had a key for the apartment. We made love again that afternoon, and again after dinner. I was spent after the last time. The women gave me a massage that put me to sleep until morning.

On my way home the next day, after loving goodbyes from both mother and daughter, I thought about how much genuine love there seemed to be between Shirley and Elaine.

I found myself thinking that I really enjoyed myself with them too. I felt quite contented and relaxed. But I also had a sense of anticipation, as if something grand were about to happen.

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Something grand did happen. After a year of dormitory living Shirley moved in with me. Elaine quit her job and came to live with us too. She quickly found a new, and better, job.

I fell in love with Elaine and Shirley. Both of them. They were in love with me. There was no jealously between them. They were in love with each other as well as me. I married both, although officially I wed Shirley we all knew that is was all of us to each of us. 

Shirley will graduate soon. She has companies lined up trying to hire her. She will only consider jobs that will allow her to work from home. She plans on having children and wants to be home for them.

Rick had been discharged from the army. He fit into our family smoothly. Ruth had prepared him for the new way of life. I helped him and Ruth get started in the local two year college. Rick will probably go on to an engineering degree. He is capable of doing it. Ruth is undecided. She feels she can do what she wants to do, write, without more education. She already has a steamy novel published and is working on another. She and Shirley are planning to write a few computer books. Both feel that an easily understood text is sorely needed.

Mother and Martha are working on getting the compound set up. Edith was a big help with the financing. We all plan to live there, together. There will be a large guest house too. Janet and her family may use it, or maybe even outsiders, as long as they are in an incestuous relationship. We recently joined a group called 'Merged Families' we look forward to meeting other families like ours. There appear to be more than we ever thought.

Rick and I get along well. We both observe certain limits. Elaine was asked to keep a schedule. She does it quite well, making sure no one is slighted; and that partners, like Mother and Martha, have plenty of time together. One thing hasn't changed. We men, Rick and I, have little or no say in scheduling. 

Janet's side of the family are doing well. Michelle had a baby boy and we have just heard that she is pregnant with her second. No word yet on whether it's a boy or girl. Janet's other daughter, Diane, has been calling both Michelle and Janet a lot more than usual. She tells them both that she is happy being married, and she seems to be, but they sense that she wants to tell them something. Janet and Michelle don't push her. They know she will tell them when she is ready. They know what it is too. After all it happened to them already.