20 comments/ 97451 views/ 79 favorites Dark Impulses By: anon101pk "I can't believe you, Rachel. How could you even suggest such a thing?" I looked at my wife. Her lips were curled up in a curious expression. I would say she was feeling a bit embarrassed, but nevertheless resolute. "Dan, I don't feel right about mother going out with these strange men. So many creeps out there, and after that last one..." "Yeah well, it's not like you asked if I could just take her to a movie or something." Quite the contrary; to my utter disbelief my wife Rachel had just asked me to have sex with her mother. "Dan, why do you think she goes out with these men? She's not really looking for companionship from them. She has other needs too; you know mother as well as I do when it comes to this subject." Rachel was right about that. I'd known her mother Sylvia since I was a teenager and Rachel and I had started dating. She was a classy woman in her own way, with a great sense of style, but she was also quite the bawdy woman once you got to know her well enough. I had no doubt she had a highly charged sex drive to boot. "That doesn't mean I'm the one who should be 'helping' her out." "Don't you find her attractive?" I was amazed that my wife had switched to this line of questioning. The truth was; Sylvia was extremely good-looking. In fact, I had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame from the moment I first met her; not only did she have strikingly good looks but she just oozed sex appeal, carrying that whole sexy older woman vibe perfectly. She had aged well too; after ten years of knowing her I thought she was more alluring than ever. That was part of why I was recoiling at Rachel's idea so strongly right now. Frankly, I had always had a "thing" for my mother; I'd even had numerous sexual fantasies about her over the years. But as far as I was concerned, anything with Sylvia should remain a fantasy, a forbidden fruit. The thought of crossing that line and causing whatever possible damage to my marriage and relationship with her was too horrifying to even consider making any of those thoughts a reality. And now my wife now was trying to convince me to have sex with Sylvia. Not only was I stunned, but I was petrified. "Well Dan, I don't see how you can't understand the logic in all of this." "No I don't, Rachel. I don't at all." "I think you do. It's makes perfect sense to me. For one thing, you want sex all the time, dear. I can hardly keep up with you sometimes. If I didn't know you better I'd be worried about an affair..." "Don't even say that. You know I wouldn't do that." "I know Dan, that's what I'm saying. But I also know your sexual needs are much greater than mine. In that sense you're a lot like mother, except she doesn't have dad anymore. I want mother to be with someone I can trust, and I don't trust anyone in this world more than I trust you. I think my solution solves both problems perfectly." "Perfectly? Rachel, you asked me to have sex with Sylvia. Your MOTHER. If you don't have a problem with that, you should." "Well maybe it's not the perfect solution, but it's one I can live with. I don't want mother going out with any more of those creeps, and I know I can trust you both. Not to mention, I love you both more than anything. At least think about it Dan." "You haven't even told me what Sylvia has to say about all of this. Does she think it's 'perfect' too?" "As a matter of fact, she does. I know she feels closer to you than any other man she knows. After dad died, you were especially caring with her. I've never forgotten that Dan, and neither has she. Mother trusts you. When I told her my idea she was on board immediately with it." Rachel's answer threw me for a bit of a loop. On the one hand, everything she said was true. I had always been close with Sylvia. And when John, my father, died, we grew even closer. But I would never have guessed that Sylvia wanted to have sex with me. And yet, for as long as I had known her I had always wondered if there had always been some sexual tension between us. She was very flirty with me, even going back to when I was just a kid starting to date her daughter. A touch on the arm here, an admiring glance there, plus all the suggestive remarks... so many of my sexual fantasies about Sylvia had been fueled by the way she acted towards me over the years. Sometimes I could swear there was something real behind all of it. And now, with what Rachel was telling me, all I could think about was maybe it was true. Sylvia wanted me, I wanted her, and my wife was practically begging us to do it. Or perhaps everything Rachel was telling me now was true. I still wasn't sure what to think at this point. "Let me sleep on it, Rachel. We'll talk about this again tomorrow." I wish I had slept that night, but I did nothing of the kind. Instead I lay bed, next to my soundly sleeping wife, and daydreamed about fucking the hell out of her sexy mother. I hadn't fantasized about Sylvia for a while, mostly out of respect for Rachel, but I couldn't help it now. Rachel was right, I did have a strong libido, and now that she had let it loose against her mother I was unable to stop the sexual thoughts from flooding my mind. My thoughts jumped back and forth, picking out memories about Sylvia here and there, and recalling old fantasies I'd had about her. I remembered hanging around her house when I was a teenager. I'd be there to see Rachel, but often my eyes would wander to Sylvia. She worked in an office back then, and I'd see her come back home dressed in those business suits of hers. I always thought they must have had a very conservative dress code where she worked, because as professional as Sylvia looked in those suits they did little to show off her figure. And my god, was her figure amazing. Sylvia had always managed to stay very fit, with a sexy hourglass figure. She had huge tits, probably something like F's. Whatever they were, with her sleek waistline they looked absolutely enormous. Even seeing her dressed up in those frumpy clothes, you could tell she had something special underneath. I think my curiosity about her breasts started that far back. All I could think about was how incredible it would be to see those big, beautiful tits in all their glory. After coming home from work she would start getting dinner ready before changing clothes, although she'd undo a couple of buttons on her blouse. The sight of Sylvia's exposed cleavage would drive me crazy back then, and I often fantasized that she was doing it intentionally to excite me. I'm actually more of an ass man though, and while Sylvia's tits certainly stole the show with most men it her firm, apple shaped ass often held my attention. As I lay in bed now, my mind got overwhelmed with images of me banging against that sexy ass as I fucked Sylvia doggy style, those, F's giggling madly underneath as the big tit slut begged me to fuck her harder. I resisted the urge to masturbate to these thoughts for as long as I could, but eventually I couldn't resist the urge, making myself cum in a matter of seconds. Not that I really thought of Sylvia as a slut, but it did turn me on to fantasize about her this way. Besides all her flirting I knew enough of her past to say she wasn't the prim and proper young lady growing up. She'd been a real party girl in college, and I knew she had a hungry sex drive. Put all those elements together and it's wasn't hard for me to imagine her as being a horny slut in my fantasies. Other times my mind wandered to more cherished moments we shared. I'll never forget those couple of weeks after my father died. I took some time off work to help settle his affairs and spent a good portion of it alone with Sylvia. I was her shoulder to cry on, and she was so sweet, so beautiful in her vulnerability. I didn't really expect any of that to translate sexually but on many occasions I found myself unwittingly desiring her. When that chaotic time was all over, I often found myself thinking back to those days when Sylvia and I were all alone in her house, and those thoughts eventually became fantasies. In them she'd tell me of her loneliness, of how she wished she could make the pain go away, if even only for a short time. We'd exchange knowing glances, both understanding what she meant, and soon enough we'd be holding hands on the way to her bedroom for us to make love. I never really felt too guilty about having these types of daydreams about Sylvia. Sure, I was married to her daughter, but I always told myself that it was okay as long as they never affected my real life relationships with her or Rachel. Now my wife was trying to change all that. It was a scary idea, but I nevertheless couldn't help but be turned on by it. Next morning came and my wife wasted little time in broaching this topic again, bringing it up during breakfast. "Well Dan, you've had some time to think about it. What do you have to say?" "I think I'm shocked that after all these years of faithful marriage that you're asking me to have sex with another woman. And not only that, but the woman is your mother. What the hell has gotten into you, Rachel?" I had to take this hostile tone with her. This was a dangerous place Rachel was taking us, and I had to make sure she understood that. "I appreciate what you're saying Dan, but it's not like you're going to have some romance with her. I think our marriage is strong enough to handle this. If I didn't then I would never have approached you with the idea. My relationship with mother is also strong enough to handle this too. I've talked about it with her and she feels the same way. You're the only one who seems to have doubts." "Fine, if you're going to put it that way, you win." "We both win Dan. You'll see." I got ready to leave for work, still feeling dumbfounded. I couldn't believe I had agreed to this. As badly as part of me wanted it, it was still scary, as I had no idea what was to come. I looked back at Rachel, who was already on the phone excitedly telling her mother the good news. I waived to my wife, and she blew a big kiss back. A big smile covered her face. I hoped that feeling wasn't about to change. * The next day Rachel asked if I wanted to go see Sylvia after work. It was a Friday, and she asked me if I wanted to stay the night too. "Is that really a good idea? You said it yourself, there's isn't any romance here." "I know, and it's probably going to take a while before we figure out what's the proper etiquette for all this, but for at least this first time I think it would be nice for you to stay over." I still had no idea what I was doing. Was I supposed to take Sylvia out for dinner and movie first? Was this an actual date, or were we supposed to just fuck? "Mother is expecting you over for cocktails at around 6:30." "Okay, tell her I'll be there." I hadn't the nerve to call and speak to Sylvia myself. As strange as it might sound, I thought it might be easier that way. And as for the "etiquette" of the situation, I supposed that was going to work itself out eventually. Six-thirty came and being my punctual self I was standing on Sylvia's doorstep, waiting for her to open the door. "Dan, it's so great to see you." Sylvia greeted me with a warm smile and big hug, with a nice kiss on the cheek. "Why don't you come inside while I get us some drinks? Or would you rather lounge out by the pool?" Well, at least now I knew she didn't want to go out. That and her attire were pretty casual. Sylvia had a simple pair of powder blue capris and a white top. Both were tight enough to show she still had a delicious figure, even at forty-eight. The top in particular was hard not to focus on, as even with an average amount of cleavage being shown Sylvia's massive breasts were practically bursting out. I'd often seen Sylvia in outfits like these, always trying not to stare. This time I let my gaze linger a bit; not too pervy but enough that she knew I was checking her out. It seemed "appropriate" for the occasion. "You look great Sylvia." She did too. She had her honey-blonde hair tied up into a bit of a bun which might have looked prudish on some women but on Sylvia it just made her look like a sexy librarian. She was also walking around barefoot. For a woman her age, she had surprisingly cute feet. We sat on the couch together and had a couple of drinks, just talking casually at first about work, home, etc. Sylvia seemed remarkably calm from the moment I arrived, but I definitely needed the drinks to loosen up. Maybe she had anticipated that. After about an hour the direction of our conversation completely shifted. "Well, I'm so glad you came here Dan. Rachel told me about your reservations." "How could I not have some reservations? It's nothing personal. I mean, how do you not have any reservations about this?" Sylvia smiled confidently, remaining perfectly calm, and responded easily and matter-of-factly. Her self-assurance was as impressive as it was seductive. "Because I've known what I've wanted for ten years, Dan. I have no doubts, no reservations. I've wanted your cock for as long as I've known you, and when the chance came for me finally get it, I knew what I had to say." I was stunned. Not that I hadn't heard Sylvia say 'cock' before; she could tell one helluva dirty joke, but her forwardness now certainly took me by surprise. "Come on, Dan. It's alright. I know you've wanted me too. You can let your guard down now." I still didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to tell her everything, how I'd fantasized about her from practically the first day we'd met, but in those few moments I had I just froze. Sylvia finally broke the silence with the beautiful sound of her laugh. "It's okay Dan. I'm not Mrs. Pederson any more with young Danny Walker coming by to visit Rachel. Though I knew full well little Danny wanted to fuck me too." "You could tell?" I had finally managed to say something. Sylvia then broke the ice further with some more of her melodic laugh. "Of course I could tell, honey. If there's one thing I can sense it's sexual energy. I knew what you wanted Dan. It's okay, I wanted it too." "Do you think Rachel ever suspected?" "No. You know I love Rachel as I loved John, but I think when it comes to this area they're both quite naive. If John came home and found you with your cock up my ass he'd probably think you were taking my temperature. He was a wonderful man but not much of a lover, I'm afraid. I hope Rachel didn't inherit that trait from her father too." The last thing I wanted to do was talk about Rachel now. "I always wondered if maybe all the flirting had something behind it." "I couldn't fuck your body back then so I fucked your mind instead, Dan. Now I finally get to fuck them both." Sylvia moved in close, slowly and seductively, and drew me into a passionate kiss, her hot tongue sliding into my willing mouth. Eventually she straddled my lap and we went at it like that for a while, making out like a couple of horny teenagers while exchanging the odd grope. I finally started concentrating on Sylvia's breasts, grabbing and squeezing them. "I want to see these." "After all those years of staring at 'the girls' I knew you'd finally ask." Sylvia laughed as the two of us managed to pull off her shirt. For the sake of our "date," Sylvia had chosen not worn a bra. "Oh my god, Sylvia." Even at forty-eight they were absolutely breathtaking, pillowy mounds of soft flesh, large mounds with wide areole and hard tipped, pink nipples. They sagged a bit to each side, but if anything I thought that made them look even sexier. I grabbed one orb in each hand, trapping a nipple between my fingers on each hand to massage and squeeze. "Oh yeah, I like that. Keep doing that, Dan." Sylvia raised her arms over her head, crossing her wrists above them, and arched her sinuous back provocatively, pushing her chest even more into me. I could hear her lustful moaning as I continued kneading her marvelous tits with my hands, moving in to kiss and suck her generous flesh too. After several minutes of having the biggest, most gorgeous tits rubbed into my face as I kissed and played with them, Sylvia suddenly pulled away and slid off my lap as well. For a moment I wondered if something was wrong, as she had a look of seriousness on her face that surprised me. "I need to suck your cock now, Dan." Sylvia certainly didn't mince words, nor was she afraid to take what she wanted. Her words were full of emotion now; longing, and desire. Before I knew what was happening she's managed to pull my pants open and yank them down far enough so that I could sit back on the couch. Then she went crazy, sucking my dick. I'd had my share of blowjobs, but nothing like this. Sylvia was in a frenzy, the way she was going down on me I almost thought she would break it. It was scary, dangerous, but unbelievably exciting. And the way she was acting made me think she enjoyed giving head as much as I enjoyed receiving it. I looked down to watch, and instead of my mother saw a wild woman sucking my cock. I'd managed to keep from cumming, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. "I'd like to fuck now if that's okay with you Dan." I nodded yes and Sylvia pulled away. It gave me some time to come back from my approaching orgasm while I watched her remove the rest of her clothing. I sat back, not even taking anything off, and rested. Sylvia undressed until she was naked, giving me an thrilling view of her voluptuous body, and got back on my lap to start riding me. Like the earlier part of our encounter, there wasn't a lot of subtlety. She just hopped on board and began riding my dick like a madwoman. "Yeah, that's it. Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me, Dan!" The insistence in her voice and the intensity of her movements told me she desperately wanted to cum and was getting very close. I did everything I could to hold out my own orgasm until she got there, just barely making it. When Sylvia did cum her body tensed up and she let out a wild scream that could have woken the dead. It set me off, and I filled her hot pussy with my seed. Sylvia leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips, then put her arms around me to rest. She was breathing hard, trying to regain her composure. "My god Sylvia, do you always do it like that?" "Like what?" "Like it's the last fuck you'll ever have." She was chuckling softly now. It made me laugh too. "No Dan, I like all kinds of things. Don't you?" "Yeah. I just never expected our first time to be anything like this." "Why don't you come to bed with me, Dan. We can have nice, slow sex. Or you can fuck my brains out. Your choice." Sylvia had a sly smile and a self-assured, sexy sway in her hips and round ass as she walked naked towards her bedroom. There was no way I couldn't follow her; her charms were utterly mesmerizing. And as for the type of sex we had, we did both. It went on all night, and it was unbelievable. * I woke up the next morning in bed with my mother sleeping naked next to me. It was a strange feeling after all these years of faithful marriage. I had cheated on my wife, or had I? Was it still cheating when she knew about it, and had even asked me to do it? I wasn't sure. I did feel guilty though, but strangely enough, not because I had cheated. I felt guilty because I had enjoyed it so much, because one night with Sylvia had been better than the majority of my sex life with Rachel. We got up and went to the kitchen to have breakfast. "So, did you sleep well, Dan?" "Yeah. You?" "Fantastic." Sylvia had a slight bounce in her step, a happy glow on her face, not all that different from the same bright, cheery woman I'd known all these years. And of course, she was flirtatious too, but that was to be expected from her. Everything was different between us now, however; how could it not be? We didn't talk about the night before, but there was one question I had to ask, something that had seemed not right to me from the start. I knew I had to have the answer to it before I left. Dark Impulses "Sylvia, you're such an attractive woman, you must get hit on all the time." "I guess I get my share of it, yes." I knew she was being modest. With her eye-catching looks and sensual personality my guess men, both older and younger, approached her on a regular basis. "So why me, Sylvia? Why this? I know you've had some bad dating experiences lately, but I can't believe things would ever get so bad for someone like you that you thought you should do what we did." "You're right, Dan. I could have kept playing the field. The truth is, I didn't want to." "You thought this was a better idea?" Sylvia let out a soft chuckle. "I thought I made myself rather clear yesterday when I said I've wanted your cock ever since I met you. Forgive me for getting a bit carried away; I was too excited to be more subtle in my choice of words. But I meant what I said. I didn't think it would ever happen, but when Rachel came to me with this idea I knew I couldn't turn it down." "I've always wanted you too Sylvia, maybe even more than you realized, but I also care about my marriage. Aren't you worried about me and Rachel now?" "Why, are you planning on sleeping with any other women?" "No." "Are you and I having an affair?" "No." "Then why should I be worried?" "I suppose, because I've never been with anyone else since I met Rachel, and now that's changed. That can't be undone." "She knows about it, it even has her blessing. Really Dan, you need to lighten up about all of this. You shouldn't worry about your marriage; if anything it's stronger now." "What? Where did you get that idea?" "I know you Dan. I know you won't admit it, but I know your sex life with Rachel has gone stale. Now that's not much of an anxiety for her, but it is for you. And although I trust you, it was always a concern for me too. Maybe there was a chance of you straying, even if you didn't think so." "And not anymore? Your solution to keeping me faithful to Rachel was to have sex with me yourself? You can't really believe that." "You're over-thinking all of this Dan. Why not just enjoy it? If I were you I know I would. We're happy, and you're happy." "Maybe you're right." "I know I am." "Okay, but one more question, Sylvia. I guess I'm just curious, with everything you've said about cheating, and everything you've told me about your unhappy sex life with John..." "Did I ever stray?" "Did you?" "I certainly had plenty of opportunities when I was still working at the office. Enough of my bosses propositioned me that I could have easily slept my way to a management position, and of course, I could have had any number of my co-workers too if I had set my mind to it. I'm glad I didn't though. I'm glad I don't have to work there either, or anywhere, again. That place was a hell-hole environment." "So you've never had sex outside of your marriage?" Sylvia took a long drink from her coffee mug and suddenly her face got very pensive. Then, sounding a bit nervous, she began speaking: "You might remember that for my fortieth birthday John and I went on vacation to Jamaica. One of the things we did was go on a sailboat trip along the coast. It was a tiny little boat, just big enough for me, John, and the young man piloting it. The young man was named Jamal. He was tall and good-looking and I admit I was very attracted to him immediately. It was a sweltering hot day and he was wearing only a tight pair of shorts showing off a very sexy, muscular body. Once we set sail I took the opportunity to remove the t-shirt and sarong I'd worn on shore, leaving me only clad in a red bikini I'd bought for the trip. The bikini was uncommonly revealing, leaving very little to the imagination; in fact it was barely more than a couple patches of cloth and some string. I had kept myself in fine shape so I'd be able to wear an outfit like this. I hadn't planned on trying to entice anyone in particular, but now that Jamal had me all hot and bothered I was eager to see his reaction to it. While he managed to keep his cool on the outside I could see Jamal's eyes hungrily traveling over my nearly naked body, turning me on tremendously. I made sure he got plenty of good looks at my tits and ass, enjoying the show I was putting on for him, and I definitely took every opportunity I had to admire his lean, manly physique. I could see the already large lump in his shorts getting larger, which added to my excitement. It was quite the memorable trip as Jamal and I spent most of it openly flirting with other, verbally and otherwise. John didn't mind as he knew I was just having fun and this sort of thing never led to anything." "But this time it did?" "As fate would have it, yes. A couple of nights later John and I were at a beach party at our hotel, and we both had a few too many drinks. I was still feeling well enough to party but John was done and more than ready to go to bed. I was having a lot of difficulty carrying John back to our room when suddenly I saw Jamal. He offered to help and so he took John as I led him the way back to our room. After putting him to bed, Jamal asked if I wanted to go back to the party. I said yes. When we got back the party was pretty much over, but I wasn't interested in going to sleep yet so Jamal asked if I'd have a drink with him. He managed to get a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. I was wearing a much more modest swimsuit this time and there was a hot tub and we got in. I never thought much of it at the time but we were the only ones there; I don't know what time it was but it must have been very late. The rest of what happened becomes somewhat hazy from here on, but I don't blame my actions on the alcohol. It had certainly helped lower my inhibitions, but I still knew what was happening. I know we had some more to drink, enough that I felt quite the buzz. I don't recall exactly when it became sexual but I do remember eventually cuddling and kissing with Jamal in the hot tub. I'd never done anything sexual with a black man before and my body was on fire with excitement. The novelty of our skin contrast coupled with the horniness I'd been feeling the other day with him turned up my excitement level to full blast. The next thing I can remember was both of us naked and making out feverishly in the hot tub. Jamal had two long fingers working inside me and was rubbing my clit with his thumb, driving me absolutely crazy, while I had my hand wrapped around the biggest cock I'd ever felt. I don't know if I ever consciously decided to have sex with Jamal, but by this point I knew I wasn't turning back. We masturbated each other for a while as we continued making out. Jamal was forceful in his kisses and with his fingers and all I could think about was how much I wanted him to fuck me hard with that huge black cock of his. We got out of the water and put on a couple of white, terry cloth robes that were left there by the hotel, and Jamal led me to an empty hotel room. The strange part was, Jamal wasn't staying at our resort, but somehow he had a room anyway. I remember him joking to me that so many white wives came to Jamaica looking to find black cock that he needed a room at the resort to keep up with the demand. To this day I've always wondered if he was being serious about that or not. Anyway, the second we got to the room our robes hit the floor and we were naked again, locked in a passionate embrace and kissing madly. Jamal spent the next few hours fucking the hell out of me in that room; in the bed, on the floor, standing up, in the shower, you name it. He was sober enough to do it and I was horny enough to oblige him. He took complete control of me with his overwhelming sexuality. I won't lie; he was an incredibly talented lover and I had the time of my life." "What about John, did he ever find out?" "No, he didn't. In fact, I've never told anyone this story, so you're the only one who knows about it, Dan. Fantastic sex or not, sleeping with Jamal was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I felt guilty about betraying John's trust in me, and I never did anything like that again." "You're lucky you didn't catch anything. Sounds like that guy got around." "That's probably true. Luckily I was also on the pill that night with Jamal, but you're right, it's not like I can just have unprotected sex whenever I want. You have to be in a monogamous relationship for that, and I'm not interested in having a boyfriend right now." "So you'd rather have a son..." "I don't see anything wrong with that as long as Rachel is okay with it. That's the difference between you and Rachel and me and John. John would never have tolerated me having an affair and, other than the one time I strayed, I respected that. If I can speak to you for a moment as a woman who had a lousy sex life while she was married rather than your mother, I say Rachel has given you a great opportunity and you shouldn't feel guilty about taking advantage of it." "And what about you, Sylvia? If Rachel were to tell me today that she changed her mind and this was a one-time thing only, would you be okay with that?" "Of course I would. The minute Rachel says it's over between us it's over. Agreed?" "Agreed." "Good, then stop worrying, Dan. And if you think Rachel might really change her mind soon, then maybe we should get another one in before you leave." Sylvia said that last part with a bit of a wink; she was being playful again, but I knew she was serious too. We went back to her bedroom. I knew John had not done much for Sylvia as a lover but her raving about earlier Jamal brought out a little competitive fire in me. If this was indeed our last time I made sure it was one Sylvia would soon not forget. She liked it hard? Well, for the next hour or that's exactly what I gave her. * Of course, Rachel didn't change her mind. Instead, she gave me a big hug and a kiss when I got home and thanked me for making Sylvia so happy. As for me, I wasn't sure how to react. I certainly didn't want to act like I had enjoyed it too much, for fear of making Rachel jealous. In the end, I decided to say as little as possible, and be as casual as I could when I was forced to say something. I didn't bring up the subject at all, but Rachel did a few days later. "So when do you want to go back, Dan? Mother said you are welcome anytime." "Whatever you want, Rachel. Whatever you think is best is fine with me." "I think weekends are the best. I know Mother does some charity work on Sundays but I'm sure we could work around that." "Sure. Fine. Whatever." "Dan, you do want to continue with this, don't you?" "Yeah. Weekends are fine, dear. We'll give that a try for a while and see how it goes." The next couple of months was like something out of a movie for me, or maybe more accurately like something out of a porno. I'd still have my nice, once a week sex with Rachel, usually on Wednesday (yes, we could be that routine), and then I'd go to Sylvia's on Saturday and have the longest, nastiest sex I could with her. Sylvia loved challenging the boundaries, although I guess that shouldn't be too surprising coming from a woman who jumped at the opportunity to have sex with her son. Obviously, there was more to it than that though. She'd always been very uninhibited, and trying to stifle that personality with a husband who was as boring as John had been difficult for her. After only a couple more times with Sylvia it became abundantly clear to me that there wasn't anything the woman didn't like if you got her in the right mood for it, which usually wasn't that problematic. She wasn't that difficult to get off either, at least compared to any woman I'd been with, certainly compared to Rachel. And that's where the problems for me began. Much as I tried to keep these two worlds separate, it was hard not to compare the two. How couldn't I? They were mother and daughter. Both beautiful women, their faces were extraordinarily similar. They both had the same wavy blond hair. Body wise they were different, as Rachel had more of slim, athletic physique compared to Sylvia's statuesque curves, but they were both attractive in their own ways. Sexually, however, they were night and day. It was like I was having sex with Dorothy on Wednesdays and the Wicked Witch of the East on Saturdays. The contrast between the two was startling, but in a way that did help. I needed to remember which one I was making love to and which one I was fucking. Nevertheless, I didn't even want to think about the two of them sexually in the same sentence, and this was getting harder and harder for me to do. The reason it bothered me so much to compare the two was that, frankly, I was enjoying sex a lot more with Sylvia. She was into anything and everything. She not only encouraged me to want to try new things with her but she gave me the confidence to actually approach her with them. I hadn't thought of Sylvia as a slut before we started having sex except as a fantasy, but I certainly did now. It didn't mean I didn't like her as a person or respect her as my mother, but in the bedroom she was a total slut. She was the type of woman you could fuck in the ass while spanking and calling her a dirty whore and she wouldn't take the slightest offense. In fact, I did just that with Sylvia and she came like a volcano. I still couldn't believe we'd started having anal sex. It was something I'd always wanted to try but didn't even dare ask my wife about, but with Sylvia it was the exact opposite. Shockingly, she hadn't done it before; I know John would never approach her with such an idea but Sylvia had a long sexual history before meeting him. By this point in our sexual relationship I knew I had nothing to be afraid of asking Sylvia. When I brought up anal sex with her, not only was she not repulsed as Rachel would have been but she was actually eager to give it a try. And to no surprise of mine, Sylvia loved it, and even had an orgasm the first time we did it. The woman simply loves sex in all its forms. I don't know how someone like her could have remained faithful to a prude like John for all those years; many times I was tempted to call Sylvia out on that claim. It was probably the only thing I was afraid to say to her on the subject of sex these days. Well, almost the only thing... Everything was as good as I could ask for during those first couple of months. My life with Rachel remained unchanged and Sylvia was as good a thing on the side as any man could ask for. And it was all approved of by both of them. Unbelievable! There was the odd time when things did get awkward, however, like if Sylvia came over for dinner. It was strange being around her when Rachel was there too. I certainly didn't talk about what was going on, and for the most part Rachel and Sylvia did the same, but the odd time one of them might make a slight reference to it, and that always felt weird. "Is it okay with you if Dan misses this Saturday, Mother? I was thinking we could go away for the weekend." "Of course it's fine. What do you think, Dan?" "Fine by me." I practically had to hide my disappointment by this time, trying my best to act disinterested. Truth was, I was almost getting addicted to tapping Sylvia's fine ass every weekend. She was my greatest sexual fantasy come to life. Later that night Sylvia and Rachel were doing the dishes. I got some after dinner drinks ready when my wife left to use the bathroom. "I'm sorry I won't be seeing you this week Dan." "Me too, Sylvia." Truth be told, I'd be happy fucking Sylvia 3-4 times a week, and I knew she felt the same way, but we both were determined to follow whatever rules Rachel had made for us. That's why our Saturday rendezvous tended to go on for several hours, and were very intense to boot. The look on Sylvia's face now was that of frustration mixed with hunger. Yes, even now I thought she looked horny. In our private times together I would sometimes joke that Sylvia was a nymphomaniac, to which she would always laugh and proclaim that if her love of sex was an illness then the last thing she wanted was to be cured. I didn't really think she had sickness, but sometimes I wondered if Sylvia was giving me one. My thoughts focused on sex more than ever these days. Two days later I got a call at work from Rachel, asking me if I could stop by her mother's house after I was finished to check on a sink that was giving her trouble. It was a Thursday, and Rachel didn't usually come home until later as she attended a yoga class on those nights. My mind was racing, ultimately taking me to those dark places we all have. I wasn't much of a handyman; Sylvia knew that, and yet she had asked for me to come over. Moreover, it was on a night where we both knew Rachel would be indisposed. I should have made an excuse not to go. I knew what Sylvia wanted, but like her I was too hooked on our "sex day" to go without it for a week. When I got to her house and let myself in (I had a key by now), Sylvia called to me from her bedroom. When I got there she was reclining on her bed, totally naked, in a pose that looked like something out of a pinup magazine of older, voluptuous women. She gave me a wide smile when I entered the room. "Dan, I'm having some trouble with my pipes, would you be a dear and check them for me?" She was being coy and sexy and I loved it. I started to undress. "I'll need to check them both alright, front and back." I managed to pound the hell out of both Sylvia's pussy and ass and still be home before Rachel. It was rough and fast, but it was good. Later that night though, when the excitement of what I had done had passed, I felt overwhelmed with guilt. Sylvia and I both knew we couldn't have sex if Rachel didn't know about it. It may not have been a stated rule but it was certainly implied as such when we had started all of this. I had gone behind Rachel's back to meet up with Sylvia; there was no doubt in my mind now that I had cheated on my wife. I wanted to tell Rachel the truth. I was pretty sure she would absolve Sylvia and I of this one terrible mistake. After talking to Sylvia about it, however, we agreed to never do it again but still keep this one slip up a secret. Neither of us said the words aloud but I think we both feared the same thing – that Rachel would forgive us for our indiscretion but not allow us to see each other again. And those are the dark impulses that began to take over me during this time. A time when I cared more about being able to have sex with my mother then I did being honest with my wife. But in truth, this was only the tip of the iceberg. Having a sexual relationship with Sylvia had proven to be fertile ground for all my dark urges. This was mostly true because of Sylvia; she had those appetites too and wasn't afraid to explore them. Moreover, she constantly encouraged me to do the same. Sometimes it would be cute things, little role playing games like her asking me to fix her pipes, but often it got really intense. Every time it did I looked to Sylvia to see if there was any backing down in her, any sign that she wanted me to pull back, but it never happened. The woman wanted me to test my sexual boundaries and was turned on by the idea of being able to share in those discoveries. How did we go about this? Most of time it was verbal. I'd call Sylvia a slut and whore while we had sex and she'd get off on hearing it as much as I would saying it. Oftentimes, however, I'd turn up the volume on these situations. I'd use things I knew about her to add to my false accusations, mixing fantasy with tiny doses of reality. For example, I'd talk about Sylvia's old job and say I knew she had fucked all her bosses to gain their favor. Sylvia would get into it, confessing to everything I said. I'd call her a common whore willing to spread her legs for any man that could help her career. She would immerse herself into the role, saying things like she couldn't help it and then beg me to fuck her like the horny slut she was. Dark Impulses I wasn't even afraid to bring up her real life case of adultery with Jamal while we had sex. I'd call Sylvia a slut for black men she'd admit to it. I'd make up stories about other black men she'd run around with behind John's back and she'd get very aroused as she confessed to every word of it. And then I'd fuck the hell out of her for being such a whore. I'd never been with a woman who could get off on such a thing, but Sylvia would explode with the most intense of orgasms. Sylvia loved it when I spanked her delicious ass too. I did this often during our verbal exchanges. Sometimes she'd start it by coming to me and confessing to all these dirty secrets, most of which, if not all, I knew were made up. The way she approached me on these occasions though, was different. She would act young, very young, and treat me like I was an authority figure. Even though she didn't say it I knew she wanted me to play the role of her father. I was reluctant to actually use the title, or call her my daughter -- that was even a little too kinky for me at the time -- but I knew that was Sylvia's intent and so I played the role of authoritarian and spanked her hard for her "misdeeds." Sylvia got off on it immediately, even throwing caution to the wind by occasionally calling me Daddy as I spanked her. Her orgasms during these times were incredibly powerful, once again a sight to behold. Of course there was one very real scenario we didn't have to trump up with fantasy, that being that Sylvia had lusted for me, her son, over all these years. I'd deride her again and again for being married woman longing for a young, impressionable lad who happened to be dating her daughter. I'd call her a tramp and whore while we fucked and she'd love it. Yet even after exploring these dark places and a few others I won't write about here I still lacked the courage to talk about my greatest sexual fantasy with Sylvia. She knew I was keeping something back – she could read me like a book by now – and kept prodding me for information, but I wouldn't give. One day when we were lying in bed after sex she asked me about it. "Come on, Dan. After everything we've been through I can't believe you'd clam up on me now." I knew Sylvia wouldn't relent so I decided to give her a piece of the puzzle and hope she took it as the whole truth. "Okay, if you must know. I've always wanted to have two women at once." Sylvia started laughing. "That's it? That's what has got you so bashful, Dan? My god, I think you just described the majority of the male population." "Well, I'd rather try not to think about it, because I know it will never happen. It's probably for the best that way anyway." "No, I can't see Rachel being interested. Maybe if you took turns with each woman she'd agree." "She wouldn't and you know it, Sylvia. Besides, I wouldn't want to take turns with them. That's all part of the fantasy." "You want to watch two women making love, Dan? You want to see Rachel and another woman?" "Let it go, Sylvia. Just let it go." I knew she wouldn't though. I could tell the topic fascinated her. "Mmm, it's been so long since I made love to a woman, Dan. I used to really enjoy it." By now Sylvia had told me about how she had experimented considerably with women in college. Even though she hadn't been with a woman since then, Sylvia still considered herself bisexual, something that she had never told Rachel or even John. "I wish John had wanted a threesome with me and another woman. I know a few ladies that would have jumped at the idea." "Really? I didn't think John had that effect on too many women." "Well, in truth they were much more interested in getting together with me. But we would have saved enough to keep John happy too." "You know women like that?" "I'm not the only bi woman in town." "Apparently not." "The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I should look up some of those girls... see what they're up to these days. Or maybe pick up some younger ones." I sulked a bit in the bed, making Sylvia laugh. "Oh, don't get jealous, Dan. Men will always come first for me, but a woman can be a nice change of pace. Isn't that the kind of woman you'd like for your fantasy threesome?" "I suppose you're right." "It's too bad you're not John. I'd give you so many threesomes you'd think you were in heaven." I'd managed to keep my real secret from Sylvia, but something in me wanted to unburden my aould about it now. If there was one person who would understand me it would be Sylvia, even though in reality that shouldn't have been the case at all. "Well, I don't wish you were Rachel. In fact, in my fantasy... you are the other woman." "My god Dan, are you saying what I think you're saying? You want to have a threesome with me and Rachel?" "I didn't say I wanted to do it for real, only that it was a fantasy of mine." I was trying to backpedal here, but not doing a very good job of it. I looked over at Sylvia lying next to me in bed, trying to read her expression. She had clearly been taken aback by it at first, but now she had settled down. "You horny little devil." Sylvia actually cracked a smile. I didn't know what to say now, so I just lay in silence. "I suppose I'm to blame for all this. Corrupting you with sexual desires for me as you were dating my daughter." She seemed downright amused now, with the intent of getting me to relax too. "It's okay Dan. I don't mind." She seemed sincere enough, but I still wasn't sure. I had just admitted to Sylvia that I wanted to have sex with her and her daughter, that I had fantasized about it for years, and that part of my fantasy was to watch them have sex with each other. I still decided to be guarded for now. "So tell me about it, Dan." "You can't be serious." "But I am. I've told you every deep, dark secret of mine, things that nobody else knows. You know me sexually better than anyone ever has, including my husband. The least you can do in return is to tell me about this." "But Rachel is your daughter. That doesn't bother you?" "I think I can distance myself from that part of the fantasy. I don't believe it's something I'd do for real, but in the interests of being honest I'll come clean here myself and confess mother-daughter sex has always been a huge turn on for me. "Really? That's hard for me to believe. even coming from you." Sylvia laughed. "Why? I'm attracted to women, older and younger, just like you are. I like to explore kinky subjects just like you do. Maybe you and I are a lot more similar than we realize. Or maybe we're both just perverts." I just sat there, still in shock, until Sylvia spoke again. "What about mother-son sex? Is that why you were so attracted to me back then? Now that I think about it it's likely part of why I wanted you so much, Dan. You were like the little boy I never had. I thought of you as a son and, looking back, I think that played a role in my sexual desire for you, but because you weren't really my son it made things a lot easier for my fantasies to take shape." "I... I don't know. I never had those thoughts about my own mother, but if you're saying you were a surrogate for me to have those fantasies... I guess it's possible." "So why the fascination with mothers and daughters? You're neither, Dan." "I dunno. I guess there's something so wildly uninhibited about it. The idea that two women would want me so badly that they were willing to share. The idea that they were so horny for sex that night that they didn't even care they were mother and daughter... it's a huge turn on for me." "Mmmm, it does sound exciting. I admit you're getting me turned on just talking about it. Come on, Dan, don't be afraid. Tell me about it." I hesitated for a moment, looking into Sylvia's eyes. I knew she was absolutely serious. She wanted to hear my fantasy. "Well, it usually involves that one night you caught me and Rachel." "I remember that night well." "I've been caught making out with girls by their parents before. It was always embarrassing. Sometimes, they even made a big scene, but at the very least they stopped us." "But I didn't catch you making out." "No, you caught Rachel giving me a blowjob. I was sitting on her bed when I looked up and saw you. Rachel was too busy to see or hear you. I couldn't believe we got caught. I was so scared, so embarrassed. I was sure you would stop us, but you didn't. You just left. Why didn't you stop us Sylvia?" "Because you were both consenting adults doing something perfectly normal. And I knew you were a good boy for Rachel. I didn't want to intrude." "Well, things went a little differently in my fantasy." "Tell me about it, Dan. I really want to hear it." Sylvia meant it. Her voice was full of arousal. We were both still lying naked under the covers of the bed, but I could see her arm move towards her pussy. I couldn't believe it, but it was true. She was playing with herself. Her eyes were now closed, her lips parted as she got into it, moaning softly for me to continue. "I looked up and saw you watching us. I was so afraid I was ready to jump up and try and cover myself, but then... you smiled. It was a lusty smile, full of arousal. I was confused, but excited. Why were you smiling?" "Because you had a beautiful cock, Dan. I hadn't seen it before. I liked watching it being sucked." My question had been rhetorical; not for a moment did I expect Sylvia to participate in telling the story, but I wasn't about to stop her. "You had the horniest smile I've ever seen, Sylvia. It turned me on so much to look at you smiling at me while Rachel sucked on my cock. I wanted you to join in so bad. All I could think about was having your mouth on my cock. I knew you wanted it, too. I knew you were a nasty slut that would be into that sort of thing, even if we were your daughter and her boyfriend." "You're right Dan, it's all true. I was a nasty slut back just like I am now. I wish I had taken off my clothes and walked into the room naked to join you. Would you have liked that, Dan?" "You have a gorgeous body, Sylvia. You know I wouldn't have been able to resist you. But we needed something more to that to get Rachel to join us. I wanted to fuck you both and I wanted you to fuck each other. I wanted to watch you show Rachel how much you enjoy being a nasty slut and teach her to be the same." "So what did I do, Dan?" "You crept into the room slowly and closed the door behind you. That's when Rachel noticed you. She pulled away in horror, and sat on the floor away from the bed. She was frantically trying to apologize, begging you not to tell John. You told her to be silent. Your voice sounded so severe, but I knew you weren't angry. I wasn't afraid now, because I could recognize the sexual desire in voice, sense it with your movements. You were such a horny slut, you wanted the three of us to have sex, but you knew it wasn't going to be that simple to get Rachel to join in. You went over to me, still appearing authoritarian, but I could see the lust in your eyes. Then you looked down at my cock. It was still hard; if anything you looking at it close up was making it harder. Then you knelt down and took my cock in your hands, stroking it up and down. "Mmmm, I would have gone crazy to have held your hard cock in my hands back then Dan." I looked over at Sylvia lying under the covers on her back as she masturbated to my story. I had to see more. I got out of bed, already sporting a raging hard-on, and pulled off all the covers. Sylvia was on her back on the mattress, legs spread open, with a couple of her fingers firmly making circles over her clit. Her massive tits hung to each side of her chest, each nipple standing prominently with arousal. I stood by the bed and watched her for a few moments. The sight was so intoxicating I couldn't resist stroking my dick to it. Sylvia's eyes opened enough to see what I was doing, and we began watching each other masturbate. We had never done that before, and I could tell the novelty was as exciting for Sylvia as it was for me. She was moaning loudly now, still nowhere near orgasm, but well too much into it to even think of stopping. "Keep going Dan. Tell me more of your story." "Rachel recoiled in shock when she saw you take my cock, but you told her to stay silent. You reminded her that her father was downstairs watching TV and that she had to follow your instructions to the letter if she ever wanted to see me again. Then you looked at me and said something similar, but the look of desire on your face told me that we both knew it was just a façade and you were only saying these things to maintain your ruse." "I knew what you wanted, Dan and I wanted it too. But I needed to pretend you didn't want to cooperate for Rachel's sake." "Exactly. You'd think me keeping an erection the whole time might have given me away, but it didn't. But Rachel was naïve about those sorts of things." "Just like John watching TV downstairs while you were fucking his wife and daughter. The whole house could have been filled with our sounds of sex and he wouldn't have recognized them for what they were." "You have to know how to fuck your wife before you know what it sounds like when another man is fucking her." "Yes, John never could fuck me right. Even at eighteen I knew you could fuck me better than he ever could. If that meant sharing Rachel with you, so be it. I didn't care." "Even if it meant turning your daughter into a whore like you?" "Yes, Dan. I wanted to fuck you so badly. I wanted to be your whore. I wanted us to both be your whores." "You put my cock in your mouth and started sucking me off. It felt so good. Your sexy mouth was made for sucking cock, Sylvia. I looked up from your gorgeous cock-sucking lips and saw Rachel. She was still sitting in the corner of the bedroom where she had moved to when you caught us. She had calmed down now." "Was she watching me suck your beautiful cock?" "No, Sylvia. That's when you waved her to come over and watch. When she didn't, you took your lips off my dick and ordered Rachel to come and sit by you. And so she knelt next to you and watched her slut of a mom suck her boyfriend's cock." "Mmm, you must have enjoyed that. Your two sluts kneeling together before you. One slut teaching the other how to properly suck your cock." "Yes, I loved it. One of my women being a slut and the other a slut in training. But I wanted it to go further. That's when you took the initiative, Sylvia. It's like you were reading my mind, but I knew you wanted it too. You told Rachel to take my cock and do it the way she had watched you. Rachel just froze, but I could tell she was interested too. You had to tell her a few times, and finally order her, but she eventually put her hand out and took my cock from you. Once she had it in her hand, it was like a natural instinct took over and she began sucking me, slowly at first, but then with more fervor. I could see she was getting into it. "Like mother, like daughter, Dan. I knew Rachel must have inherited something from me sexually." I never would have dreamed Sylvia would get so worked up from hearing my fantasy. She smiled lustfully as she spoke and she looked so sexy with her nude body lay completely on display for me to watch her pleasuring herself. The one hand was still working on her clit while the other was now squeezing and pinching a nipple on one of her enormous breasts. I could tell she was nearing an orgasm. "It wasn't as good as when you did it Sylvia, but it certainly was good. You watched Rachel suck my dick for a while, just enjoying the sight, and then you moved the shaft over to her side far enough that you could reach my balls." "Mmm, mmm, that sounds so good baby. I'd love to try that." I didn't know if Sylvia was just trying to talk dirty and further engage herself into the fantasy or if she meant it, but at this point I didn't care. "You sucking my balls while Rachel's head bobs up and down on my cock. I can't imagine a hotter sight Sylvia. Only thing better than watching it would be to feel it for myself." "Oh yes, Dan. That's so nasty. I love it. Yes." Sylvia was growling like an animal in heat. Her body began writhing on the sheets and her hand was working like mad to bring her to climax. It gave me the courage to take things in the ultimate direction I wanted them to go. "Then you went after my dick too, Sylvia. You both started licking my hard shaft like madwomen. I didn't think Rachel would keep going like that, but she did. Your tongues ran over each other's trails of wet saliva as you raced to see which could get me off first, but more and more they met and licked each other as they roamed over my cock. I looked to see if that would slow either of you down, but it didn't. If anything, it was making you both more excited." "Oh, ahhh, ohh!" The bed shook violently as a massive orgasm ripped through Sylvia's body. I was still standing near over her by the bed pumping my cock as it happened, and all I could think of at that moment was how hot she looked and how much I wanted to shoot my cum on her orgasming body. Well, that did it, as I began spurting threads of white cum over her still writhing body. My orgasm was powerful, and I came a lot more than usual. Still, I made no effort to cum elsewhere, purposely aiming at Sylvia's torso and breasts, and loving every moment of it. I might have even aimed for her face if I had been at the right angle to do. Not that I had done that before with Sylvia, but she was the type that constantly tempted you to push your sexual boundaries with her. Given the right circumstances, I'm sure she could get into that too. After I came Sylvia moved around on the bed so she could reach my cock and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking me off until I came in her mouth and she could swallow my load. Maybe she had wanted my cum on her face after all. All I could think of as I was recuperating from my orgasm, however, was whether or not me talking about her and Rachel's tongues making contact had been what had finally brought Sylvia to orgasm or if that had just been a coincidence. I had to find out, but not now. Right now I was going to rest and watch this incredibly sexy woman as she her casually rubbed my sticky semen into her gorgeous breasts.