3 comments/ 28422 views/ 14 favorites Carol and John, Illicit Lovers Ch. 02 By: Borntolust Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker who edited this story. This part of the John and Carol story can probably stand alone. But for background, I would suggest you read part 1. This story is fiction. It is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are aged eighteen or older. ***** My mother and I had been lovers for a week since the Saturday evening we had acknowledged a desire for each other. A lust that each had kept hidden from the other. Fantasies had been in both our minds for years. Years of lonely masturbation while the lover of our dreams slept in a room across the hall. We found a deep yearning that could only be satisfied through the sin of incest. But not a sin; not for us. To our lonely selves, it was a joyous meeting of our bodies; of our souls. We had been insatiable all week. I would wait to hear her car in the garage. I would meet her as she came through the door into the kitchen. I would be naked beneath my robe. My cock would be hard and throbbing. It took all my willpower not to tear her clothes off her. We would suck and fuck until replete and be ready for more within the hour. My nervousness had gone. It had fled with my virginity. At least as far as my mother was concerned. It was a Friday. The work week was over. We would have each other until Monday morning. We kissed, hard, hot, lots of tongue. I'll be right back," Mom said. She went to the bedroom; our bedroom now. I had moved a lot of my things into it. I fixed her a drink while she was gone. Whisky and soda, not too strong and lots of ice. It was her way of unwinding after work. Mom drank very little, but she did like a drink after work. She returned in a few minutes. She had changed her slacks for a skirt. Her skinny legs were nylon covered. She was wearing the moderate heels she usually wore. She was still dressed in the suit jacket and blouse she had worn for work. She had never changed into a skirt before. I wondered what she had in mind. She sat in a chair in the living room. I brought her drink. She sipped it slowly. "It is so nice to come home to you, my love," she said softly. "I've been thinking about you all day. I had a hard time getting any work done. Fantasies, hot dreams of you eating me at work. Visions of you under my desk sucking my pussy while I did bank business." She smiled then, that beautiful smile that lit up her face. "My panties would be soaked if I hadn't used a pad. My slacks, too. Just before quitting time, I closed my door and masturbated. I sat at my desk with my hand pushed down the front of my slacks and pretended my finger was your tongue." Mom took another sip of her drink then set it on the table next to the chair. She held her arms open to me, then, as her legs spread wide in invitation. "Show me what you would have done for your mother under the desk." I didn't need to be asked twice. I shed my robe. Her talk had made me hot. I loved to eat my mother after she had been working all day. The idea that she had cum in her pants made her all the more desirable. I fell to my knees between her splayed thighs. I pushed her skirt up, reaching for the panties. I was rushing things, showing no finesse at all. I tugged on the waist, pulling them over Mom's bony hips. She lifted her butt to help. I pulled them off her feet. I brought them to my face to inhale the perfumes, to taste the juices soaked into the pad. To breathe the fragrance, to lick the sopping pad. To taste of the ambrosia; her juices, her cum, the sweat of her crotch, her piss. I reveled in it, in my mother's extracts. Mom reached for the panties. Taking them from me she rubbed the pad on me; on my cheeks, on my neck. She looped them around the back of my neck using them to pull me to her pussy. To lick and suck at her fragrant cunt. Her legs went over my shoulders. Her nylons thrilled my bare flesh. Her heels on the small of my back drummed on my spine as she came with shuddering force. One hand twisted in my hair. She held me tight to her flowing cunt. I rolled my eyes up to see her, to watch her expression. She was holding the panties to her face, breathing in her essences. She licked at her juices, much as I had done. She threw them away and pushed me away from her cunt. She slid off the chair to her knees, facing me. We shared a hot, hard, kiss. Her tongue licked her juices from my lips and tongue. She pushed me onto my back to dive on my cock. She straddled me, pushing her still hot aromatic cunt into my face. Her skirt draped over her ass as I responded to her lust and her heat. On the living room carpet, we ate each other. Her on top. Me on top. On our sides. She was cumming with screaming shudders. The screams were muffled by my throbbing cock fucking her wet mouth. Waves of orgasmic pleasure tore through her body. Her nylon clad thighs pressed my head. Her hands twisted in my hair as she held me to her cunt. My mother's cunt that I loved so much. I came with an electric thrill. My cum gushed into her mouth, filling it, overflowing her lips. She came herself as she milked my cum from my hard cock, as her cum flowed over my face. We collapsed together and lay like that, head to sex. Somewhere I found the energy to turn, so as to lie face to face with her. I watched raptly as she rolled her tongue through my cum in her mouth. Savoring it, loving it, enjoying the creamy slickness of it. She kissed me to share it. She swallowed, then she licked her juices from my face. I licked my cum from her cheeks and chin. We lay there until we had recovered enough to sit up. I stood and held out a hand to her. We stood together embracing, exchanging a loving kiss. Loving now that the initial heat was past. Past for now. "That was hot, Mom," I said, my voice husky with the lust, the thought of what was yet to come. "There was something about you wearing that skirt while we made love. That was a real thrill for me. Please leave it on." "I thought you would like it. I'll wear it for you," Mom said. I put my robe on. Mom was still dressed, except for her panties. We sat on the couch together. She with her drink. We talked very little, being content to be close. Eventually, I had to get up in order to get dinner ready. I liked to cook. Since I wasn't working, it made sense for me to take over that chore. It was a light meal. Neither of us wanted to overeat. We made some small talk for a while. Mom had shed her jacket but was still wearing her blouse and skirt. As we were sipping our after dinner coffee, she opened the buttons on the blouse to let it fall open. I thought it was hot, the way she did it. Then I asked Mom something I had wondered about. "Mom," I asked. "What did you do before? Before last week I mean. You seem to have a healthy sexual appetite. Surely you didn't go without." I knew part of the answer. I had snooped, after all. "Oh John," she said. "Are you trying to embarrass me?" "No," I replied. "I am really interested. I don't mind telling you that I masturbated to visions of you." "Well I have my toys," Mom said. "I masturbated with them. Like you, it was with images of you in my mind. Sometimes, I could almost feel you on top of me." She paused before saying, "After your grandfather died, Mom and I would get together once in a while. "We didn't make love, but we did mutually gratify each other." She paused again. "I shouldn't be telling you all this." I didn't know why she was telling me. I wondered if she knew the reason herself. "Please go on, Mom," I said. "I think it's hot." "Your grandmother was very lonely after my father died," Mom continued. "After she retired, it got even worse. She told me about her problems, about how she was so horny. That simply masturbating wasn't enough. "I suggested a vibrator. She was a little reluctant." Mom smiled. "You wouldn't know it from listening to her talk, but your grandmother has a prudish side. "I should say 'did have'. She got over it," Mom laughed again. "I had to show her how to use one. That's how our mutual gratification sessions started. We would get together about two or three times a month once we started them. I think they'll probably end now." "They don't have to, Mom," I said. "I have you now, John. I don't need the vibrators or the sessions with my mom any longer." "But Grandma might still need them," I told her. I found the idea of Mom and Grandma together intriguing. I couldn't help but wonder how far the sessions had gone. "I'd love to see you use a vibrator on yourself," I continued. "You can cum a lot more often than I can. You wouldn't have to wait for me to be ready again. Do you have a favorite toy?" I asked. "I have several I like," she answered. "Depending on my mood. Maybe later I can play with one for you. You can masturbate for me. I want to watch you cum. I have never seen it happen." "Ok," I agreed. "What I really want is to make illicit love with my son all weekend," Mom said. "Maybe with a little mutual masturbation thrown in." "That sounds thrilling," I responded. "Let's go sit on the couch while I work up to more loving. You can tell me more about you and Grandma." We sat on the couch close together. A couple of hot, wet kisses put us both in the mood for play. "When I watch porn, one of my favorites is women using a vibrator," I told Mom. "I've never watched any," Mom said. "Porn I mean. Maybe we could watch some together. Would you like that?" "Yes, I think I would," I told her. "Especially if it was a turn on for you. "Tell me more about you and Grandma. Did you enjoy the times with her?" She seemed to think for a moment then she said, "I think I did. If we hadn't been together for a while I would get antsy. Horny, too." "How about Grandma? Did she enjoy your times together?" I asked. "I think so," Mom replied. "It was often her who would initiate our visits. 'Playtimes', she called them." "Would she like to have a playtime with you and I together?" I asked. I don't know what had made me so bold. I hadn't forgotten the conversation I had overheard, when Grandma had indicated that she wouldn't mind taking me to bed. Mom wasn't amused by the idea. "You can forget any ideas like that, John. Just because we're lovers doesn't mean I'll act like a slut for you. I don't think my mother would be amused by the thought, either." "Ok Mom, I'll drop it," I told her. "But you never know if she might. She may still need something like your playtimes, and you two have already broken the ice between yourselves." "Your grandmother knows about us," Mom said with a no-nonsense tone of voice. "If she wants something like that, she'll say so." Mom had told me that her mother had encouraged her to become my lover. She hadn't told me many of the details, only that Grandma knew about us. I had not told her about overhearing the conversation. I wondered now if I should. "Mom," I was stammering a little. "I need to tell you something. I heard you and Grandma talking. I knew that you were coming on to me. That you wanted us to be lovers." I hesitated, watching Mom's expression. After an initial look of surprise, she put on a poker face. "I heard Grandma say that she would like to get me in bed, too." "That doesn't change anything," Mom replied. "I will not bring up the subject unless my mother mentions it." She was getting a little testy. I thought that if I wanted as hot a weekend as I hoped for that I had better drop the subject. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't want to upset you," I said. I kissed her softly. She put her head on my shoulder and hugged me. "That's ok, sweetie. You're forgiven." We held each other. Soft kisses turned hot. I sucked her nipples and pushed my hand under her skirt to her bare pussy. I was surprised to find it wet, very wet. Whatever Mom may have said, about inviting her mother to join us, her cunt was saying different. Her hand was inside my robe fondling my rapidly hardening dick. "Would you like to watch some porn now?" I asked. "Yes," Mom answered. "Let's make a hot time of it. I'll get a vibrator. We'll play together. We both want to watch each other, anyway." "I have a couple of videos we can watch on the TV," I told her. "I'll go get them." Mom went to the bedroom to get her toys while I went to my old room for the videos. I usually watched porn on my computer, but I did have a few on DVD. I picked out one with a threesome as well as a lesbian flick with lots of mutual vibration. I was feeling thrills in my body already. I was eagerly anticipating what was coming. I was anxious to watch my mother's reaction. I met her back in the living room. I was happy to see that she was still wearing the skirt and the open blouse. I decided to play the lesbian video first. As I inserted it into the player, Mom sat sideways on the couch. Her back was against the armrest. Both her feet were on the seat. Her legs were parted. Her skirt was pulled back to her waist. Her finger played in the slit of her pussy. I sat at her feet with the remote. As I started the video, I gazed between her stringy thighs at the wild tangle of her bush. At the glisten of her juices on the swollen lips of her cunt. I watched her finger sliding over her hard clit. She spread her labia; opening herself for my view. The redness, the sweet red color of her sex. The puffiness of her yearning. My thoughts were a jumble of desire, of lust. I wanted to bury my face in her heat, her wetness. But I wanted to watch her cum more. To see her expression, to gaze at her sinewy body's reaction as waves of pleasure tore through her. She turned her head to watch the show. As the two women on the screen pushed vibrators into each other's cunt, my mother started to play with hers. She ran it over her clit, back up to her nipples. Then back to her clit as her free hand pinched and pulled at her erect nipple. She may not have had breasts, but her nipples were very sensitive. She slid the vibrator into herself, sliding it into the tunnel of her vagina, watching the video as she did. The girls in the flick threw their toys aside and went down on each other, each burying her face in the other's cunt. I watched Mom closely. She seemed interested. Her tongue licked her lips sensuously as she picked up the pace of thrusting her toy into herself. The scent of her musk was strong, empowering; enlivening my cock. I was hard. As hard as I had ever been, almost to the point of pain. Blood pulsed into my shaft, throbbing. I stroked myself slowly, softly. It was hard to hold back, but I wanted to watch my mother cum. I wanted to watch her expression as she pumped the vibrator into her hot, wet pussy. I wanted to watch the toy slide between her puffy lips. I wanted to see her rub the toy against her hard clit. I wanted to see the juices flow from her cunt, glistening on the hairs of her wild thatch. I wanted to sense the fragrant aroma of her arousal. I could sense her approach to an orgasm. The gasps, the sharp intakes of breath. The lifting of her hips as she thrust the toy hard into herself, faster as she neared climax. I exulted with her as she came on her toy. As orgasms tore through her body in waves. As she brought herself to yet more thrills as soon as the prior one had passed. As she came time after time until she was satiated with orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out of her pussy. She turned it off, but lay there spent. Her back was against the armrest, her head back. Her eyes closed. She stirred after a few minutes. She sat up and rested her head on my shoulder. Her eyes were on my hard cock as she said, softly, "It's never been that good before. It must be because I was doing it for you. "It's your turn now," she whispered after a few minutes. I was ready. I picked up the pace of my stroking. Aroused as I was from watching my mother masturbate, plus the thrill of her watching me, it wasn't long before I felt the thrills of impending orgasm. The sensations in the cells of my body. The electric thrill in my cock. My hips lifted from the couch as my cum gushed from me, spewing over my fist and onto my belly. Mom's arm was around me. I felt it tighten as she watched. Her free hand turned my head to hers. She kissed me open mouthed. Our tongues twisting and darting around each other. We laid down on the couch together, both of us spent. We eventually got the energy to go to the bedroom. Mom was still wearing her open blouse and skirt. I thought she looked hot like that. I asked her to leave them on. As we laid on the bed together, I realized we had never got around to watching the second video. The one with the threesome. I tottered back to the living room to get it. I put it in the player for the TV in Mom's room. I didn't start it yet, though. We dozed off for a while, not for long, though. We had been looking forward to the weekend for days; to the time when we would be able to lie in each other's arms and make love without having to get up for work in the morning. To fuck and suck. To eat each other without restraint. To lie together and inhale the scents of our arousal, the fragrance of our cum. To taste each other; the sweat, the cum, and yes, even the traces of piss. We woke in an hour. Mom first, she woke me by raining kisses on me. "We have another video to watch," I told her. "I hardly got to see the other one," she replied with a laugh. "We'll have to look at it again." We sat up in bed leaning back against the headboard. We sat close wanting as much contact between us as possible. Mom grabbed the remote and started the video. It was surprisingly well done but I knew that. It one of the reasons I had chosen it for my mother's first experience with porn. I watched Mom as she watched the video. Her expression was neutral most of the time but she licked her lips when the two women went down on each other. She was playing with my cock with one hand. Her other hand went to her pussy to rest on top of mine, which was already there. She guided my finger to her clit as she watched the three actors eating each other in a circle of joy. About half way through the film, I slid down to lie between her skinny thighs. To rub my face on her wild bush. To cover her vulva with my mouth. To lick at her hot flowing cunt. It was hard to say if Mom was enjoying the video or not but her wet cunt indicated she was aroused. I brought her to an orgasm just as the show was finishing. When the video was done, she pulled me by the hair to lie alongside of her. She told me, "I guess you had a reason for showing me that one, John. I did find it quite erotic, though. Your little plot may have worked. I'll have to think about my mother now. "I'm not sure about anything right now, only that I love making love with you. Let's rest a while now." We fell asleep, both sexually satisfied. Mom woke first. I opened my eyes to hear her in the bathroom. I got up and went to join her. She was brushing her teeth. I pissed while she finished up. There was no shyness between us any longer. Mom was still wearing the disheveled skirt and blouse. The open blouse flashed her nipples as she moved. The tooth brushing finished, she hugged me and gave me a light kiss. "I'll make breakfast this morning," she told me. "I want to feed my lover, keep his strength up." "OK. Mom." I replied. "I'll be there in a few minutes." I walked into the kitchen a few minutes later wearing an open robe. Mom was at the stove, her back to me. As she turned to flash me one of her beautiful smiles, I noticed that the back of her skirt was dark with stains from our cum. I stood behind her and pressed my rapidly hardening cock into the crack of her ass, rubbing it on the stained area of the skirt. My hands went to her tits. I rubbed the flesh around them as if I was caressing a plump pair of tits. I had found that Mom had many of the same feelings as if she had breasts to fondle. She enjoyed my caresses in that area. Carol and John, Illicit Lovers Ch. 02 She leaned back into me turning her head for a kiss. "If you're not careful I'm going to burn breakfast," she said with a laugh. "Sit down. It will be ready in a minute. And don't worry. I'm just as horny as you are." Mom served us a hearty breakfast. I was quite hungry, she seemed to be too. As I looked at her, I realized that her face was alive. I had never seen her look so good. This despite the untidy clothing and uncombed hair. I felt something more than lust well up in my chest. Love, romantic love? Maybe. At the very least, I felt a great deal of tenderness for her. Mom looked back at me. "I have something to ask you, John. I notice that the women in those videos were all shaved around their privates. Would you like me to shave mine?" I had never even thought about it. Some of guys at school would talk about their girlfriends shaving their pussies. I never quite believed half the stories I heard. I didn't have to think long to answer Mom's question. I loved her wild untamed tangle of pubic hair. I loved the feel of it as I rubbed my face on it. The friction from it as I pushed my face into her hot, wet, cunt. "No, Mom," I said. "Leave it just like it is. Don't even trim it. It makes you look like a real woman, not a little girl." "Thank you," she replied. "Something else," she continued, "it's a little embarrassing. "I found the videos we watched last night to be very erotic. Especially when two women were making love. I never even considered such a thing as hot before." She paused then before saying, "I want to watch one while you fuck me. I want to see them eating each other while your hard cock is filling me and making me cum." That was hot talk from my mother. To be sure our language was much franker than it had been but even so, it was a bit exceptional. "Get a video and play it on the kitchen TV. Fuck me right here on the kitchen table," Mom commanded. She began clearing the breakfast dishes while I went to the living room to get the lesbian flick from last night. I was already half hard when I got back to the kitchen. Mom had arranged the TV so she would be able to see it. I put the video in the player and made sure it would play ok. Then I paused it and brought her the remote. She sat in her chair and pulled me closely to her. "I want you hard," she said hoarsely. "Your mom is going to suck you and make you hard. Hard for her. Make your cock hard to fuck your mother." She rubbed my hardening cock on her face, licked it, then took it deep into her throat. As she was sucking me, she started the video. When I was hard enough to satisfy her, she pulled her mouth off me and pressed her head against my belly as she continued to watch the flick. Her hand was rubbing her clit as she watched the two women eat each other. "Now," she said as she stood and bent over the table. Her blouse pulled open and her skirt flipped up over her back. She still wore her nylons from the night before, they were starting to droop a little. My cock was throbbing by that point. Grasping her bony hips, I pushed into her cunt from behind. I thrust hard. My belly slapped against the sparse flesh of her ass. She was still playing with her clit. Her free hand tweaked her nipple. Her eyes never strayed from the video. I watched her as my hard dick pumped into her. Her mouth was slack, a trace of spittle ran from one corner. She came with a gasp, I think it took her by surprise. Her body shuddered as more orgasms followed the first. "Fuck your mother," she moaned. "Fuck your mother, John." Her words were enough to set me off. My cum spewed into her pussy as I pumped myself dry in her. My legs wouldn't hold me steady and I collapsed into a chair. I pushed my face into her cunt from behind. Licking our melded cums as they seeped from her. I could feel her heat as she pushed her hips back at me and still more orgasms tore through her body. Mom was replete before the video was finished. She pulled her pussy away from me and rolled over onto her back. She lay like that, her legs spread lewdly, as she caught her breath and gained enough strength to stand. Mom slid off the table and straddled my lap, facing me. Taking my face between her hands she kissed me hard. "Thank you, my love," she murmured softly as she licked our cum from my face. "Help me into the living room," she told me. "I need to rest a little." Mom was a little wobbly in the knees. I helped her stand, then linked elbows with her and walked with her to the couch. "Thank you again, John. Let me think for a little while." I went back to the kitchen and finished cleaning up the breakfast dishes. The kitchen smelled like sex. In fact, the whole house smelled like sex. I inhaled the scents, enjoying them. It wasn't long before Mom came into the kitchen. "That wasn't a very long rest," I told her. "I think I need you with me," she answered. "Let's go lie down in the bedroom." We lay on the bed together. I was naked, but Mom still wore the skirt and blouse. She had asked me to help her off with her nylons. She had held first one leg, then the other up for me as I rolled them down her thighs and calves. Her pussy flashed me from under her skirt as I removed them. We laid close. One of her legs draped over my body as we dozed off. I woke to find my mother already awake. She was looking at me with her head propped up on her elbow. "Hello, Handsome," she said when she saw my eyes open. She leaned forward, then, to kiss me. A soft gentle kiss, loving. I pulled her close and we hugged. Again more loving then lustful. "Would you like a shower?" I asked her. "Not yet," she answered. "I enjoy the scents of our lovemaking. I like it when my skirt and blouse are infused with our fragrances. "I love the scent of your body after lovemaking. My own, too, for that matter. I don't want to wash it away. Not until we have to. "If your grandmother comes over, then we'll clean up." I was glad to hear her say she liked the scents. I felt there was a lot to be said for hygiene, but for now I wanted to immerse myself in the fragrances of our lust. Mom started talking. She said she had been thinking in her sleep. "I've changed in my outlook about sex," she said. "I feel even more wanton now, slutty. I love it. Those videos set something off in me, a transformation. "I want to try new things. I want sexual adventure. I want it for both of us. You, because you are my love and my lover," she added. "My delicious lover. "The strange thing is," she continued after a pause. "That I didn't care for the videos themselves. It was the thoughts they generated in my mind that were the surprise. The luscious, wanton, thoughts that took control of me." "So we'll call your grandmother," she said. "We'll need to be a little cautious. I don't want to alienate her." It was about nine when we called. I was listening in on another phone. Grandma was an early riser so we weren't afraid of waking her. After the usual pleasantries, Grandma asked her how her weekend was. "It's wonderful, Mom." She told Grandma. "John and I have found something special." "I'm glad," Grandma said. "You needed someone. So did John. I guess that means the end of our playtimes. I'll miss them." "I'll miss our playtimes too, Mom." She smiled at me. "But maybe we don't have to give them up. You could continue them with John and I." "Oh, Carol, I couldn't do that." "Well, Mom, you did imply that you'd like to get John into your bed." "Yes, I did," Grandma told her. "From what you say, I'll probably be missing something." "You'd be missing a lot. I know how you need sex. How much you miss it when you go without." "Could John come over here?" Grandma asked. "Not unless I came with him," Mom said. "Then it would be ok. "Mom," my mother continued. You can join us in our pleasure. You can make it your pleasure, too. We would both welcome you." "Maybe I'll try it once," Grandma said. "Is this afternoon ok?" "Yes, Mom. Bring your toy." "I will. Love you, Carol." "Love you, Mom. Bye." Mom and I looked at each other after we had hung up. We both laughed. "Do you have a plan?" I asked her. "More like fantasies than plans. I don't want to push her too hard but I know where I want us to go with her. "I'd like to suck you right now. That conversation got me steamed up, but we had better save you for this afternoon. Let's get started cleaning up. We can start all over when my mother gets here." The day hadn't heated up yet, so we opened all the windows to air the house out. Mom stripped off her skirt and blouse to put them in the wash. We stripped the bed, too, and put fresh sheets on it. We showered then, washing each other playfully. Afterward, we dried each other. I kissed Mom's pussy and she kissed my half hard cock. I helped her pick out a pair of sexy panties. We decided to eat lunch. Mom sat at the kitchen table while I made a salad for us. I chopped up some chicken and ham in it and we ate. Both of us looked forward to my grandmother's visit. Every time we looked at each other, we would smile. Grandma called just as we finished eating. She was on her way. We got robes to wear from the bedroom. Five minutes later, we heard her car pull into the driveway. I felt a thrill of anticipation. Mom was holding my hand across the table. She squeezed it as her mother entered. I watched as she ran her tongue over her lips. Carol and John, Illicit Lovers Ch. 03 Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker who edited this story. This part of the John and Carol story can probably stand alone. But for background, I would suggest you read parts 1&2. This story is fiction. It is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are aged eighteen or older. It also contains an episode that some might consider non-consent but I am not sure that it qualifies as such. ***** Grandma was wearing only a tank top and shorts with moderately high heels. The shorts showed her ass and her long legs to perfection. The heels emphasized their sculptured perfection. The tank top showed off her breasts. They were only the size of large oranges but they looked nice on her. She had dabbed on a touch of perfume. It made her smell alluring. Grandma hadn't dated any men since her husband's death. I remembered him fondly. He had taken the place of my own father many times. Even though Grandma didn't seem to have an interest in any men she exercised regularly and kept herself trim. Grandma's name was Catherine. Usually she went by Cathy. She was about 5' 10" and, as I mentioned, quite shapely. She had a pretty face with short blonde hair. I thought the hair was dyed. Grandma sat at the table with us after hugs from Mom and me. I offered her a drink. She said that would be nice. I asked Mom if she'd like one, too. She said she would but make it weak. I didn't make Grandma's weak. I did Mom's, though. Myself, I stuck with iced tea. I would have a drink on occasion but I didn't think this was the time for it. Grandma took a healthy sip of her drink. "I almost didn't come," she said. "I was having a terminal case of shyness. This is my second drink. I had one before I left the house to give me courage" "You'll be OK, Mom," my mother told her. "John and I were both nervous wrecks at first. We got over it." "I think I am about to experience new things, new for me," Grandma said. "Your father is the only man I ever had sex with. We didn't experiment much after the first few years." Grandma finished her drink. I asked if she'd like another. "No thanks," she said. "I hope I've had enough." Mom had only taken a couple of sips from hers. She stood holding out her hand to Grandma. I stood, too, and took her other hand. Mom picked up Grandma's purse. We all went to the bedroom together. The bedroom was dim. There were dark drapes on the windows that cut off most of the light. Mom dropped her robe. I followed suit. I lay on the bed watching but Mom stood close to her mother. Grandma was working at her shorts. She was soon pushing them down her legs. She kicked her shoes off and pulled the tank top off. She took her bra off without hesitation. She stood there clad in sexy panties. My mother was facing her dressed much the same. "Carol," Grandma said. "Can we start off like we usually do?" "Of course," Mom answered. Mom pushed her panties down and kicked them off. She turned to the bed table for a vibrator. Grandma pushed her panties off and got her vibrator from her purse. Both women laid down. Mom next to me, then Grandma. They went right at it with their vibrators. Warming up their clits then pushing them into their pussies. Mom's turned her head next to my ear. "Bring me your cock," she whispered. I knelt next to her head. Her lips parted as she turned to suck me. I saw Grandma watching. She seemed entranced as she watched her daughter suck her grandson's cock. Mom pulled her mouth off me. She turned her head to Grandma. "I'm making him hard for you," she told her. "Go take care of her now, John," Mom whispered to me. "Fuck her." Mom rolled over to face her mother. Her hand was behind Grandma's head she kissed her with open mouth. It looked like Grandma was responding. At least she didn't thrust her away and the pace of her vibrator play picked up. Mom put her hand on top of Grandma's as it pushed the vibrator into herself. She took over thrusting it into her mother. Grandma, with both arms around Mom, hugged her close. As I knelt between Grandma's splayed legs, Mom was sucking on her nipples. A moan from Grandma showed her pleasure. I touched Mom's hand to let her know I was ready. She pulled the vibrator from Grandma's pussy and moved aside enough to let me lie on her. Grandma was wet. She had experienced several mild orgasms as she played with the vibrator. She gasped and raised her hips to me as I slid my hard cock into her. It was an exciting moment. The thrill I feel when my cock is sliding into a woman's pussy. She felt snug. It had been years since she had felt a man's cock filling her cunt. Her arms went around me and her legs clasped me. She held me there, kissing me with wet, open mouthed, kisses. Our tongues danced and twisted. Our lips mashed. Mom was close beside her. As I raised my body slightly and began to pump my hard cock into Grandma's cunt, Mom played with her tits. She cupped their plump softness and tweaked the nipples. Grandma gasped. With quick intakes of breath she thrust her hips at me. Mom was whispering to her. "Fuck John, Mom. Isn't he wonderful? Fuck your grandson." Mom was kissing Grandma on the neck. Nuzzling her, tonguing her ear. Grandma was responding. She reached for Mom with one arm, keeping the other around me. "Carol, it's wonderful," she gasped as the first orgasms raced through her body. She held us both as her body shuddered with the pleasure racing through her in waves. I felt the electric thrill in my cock. The thrill that told of impending orgasm. My cum gushed into my grandmother when she was at the height of her own orgasm. When my softened cock slipped out of Grandma's pussy, I moved up to lie close to her. I was on the opposite side from Mom. We both kissed Grandma and fondled her tits. Mom slid down the bed and lay between her mother's still splayed legs. I guessed what she had in mind and started kissing Grandma. Hot kisses; tongues dancing. Grandma responded with moans and wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight. As Mom's tongue slipped between the folds of her pussy, Grandma gasped. Her arms tightened on me. But after a couple of moments, she realized what was going on. That her daughter was eating her cunt. "Carol, NO!" she cried out. She started to thrash about trying to dislodge Mom. I acted instinctively. Straddling Grandma I pressed my body on hers stilling the thrashing. Mom had her arms around Grandma's thighs holding herself at her pussy. Grandma was shaking her head from side to side. "No Carol, you can't," she was almost crying. "You're my daughter, you can't." I tried to kiss her, but she kept shaking her head to prevent me. I grabbed a handful of hair, to hold her head steady. She opened her mouth as if to scream. I stopped it with an open mouthed kiss. It was a kiss that was not returned but it did prevent a scream. I felt the point when the lust overcame the anguish. When her lips softened and responded to mine. When I felt her hips try to lift from the bed responding to my mother's lips and tongue. When the cries of distress turned to soft gasps, and quick indrawn breaths. Even as she shuddered from orgasms that tore through her body in waves the crying started. Tears flowed and wracked with sobs she held me tightly as her lust overpowered her. Mom patted me on the hip indicating that I should get off Grandma. I rolled off her with my mouth still covering hers in a kiss. A kiss she would try to return, but then break down in sobs. Mom straddled her mother's chest, rubbing her pussy on Grandma's tits. I saw her reach down to spread her labia open so she could rub her clit on Grandma's nipple. Mom looked at me. "Go down on her," she said quietly. Then to Grandma she said. "You know you wanted it. We have both wanted it for a long time." I had to push Grandma's legs apart. As soon as Mom had left her pussy she had closed them tight. It took some effort. If Grandma hadn't been trying to fight Mom while wracked with sobs I might not have been able to. When they were spread enough to allow me access, I looked up at Mom and Grandma. Mom had a handful of her mother's hair holding her head somewhat immoveable. She was still rubbing her cunt on Grandma's tits. Mom was speaking softly. I could only catch part of what she was saying. "All our playtimes..." "This is... really wanted." There was enough light in the room for me to see Grandma's pussy quite well. The labia were swollen; engorged with the blood of desire. Her wild hair formed a cap over the center of my desire. It folded down at the sides to frame the lips. They peeked through the tangle and opened to the red warmth of her cunt. The hair was darker than the blonde on her head. Brown with a little gray. I savored the scent of her pussy. A strong but erotic musk telling the world of her arousal. Probably stronger for having experienced multiple orgasms. When my tongue slipped between the lips into her heat, I heard Grandma gasp. She was wet, hot. She might have been fighting it but her wet pussy was indicating desire. It appeared that she was ready for more, despite the sobs. As I sucked her clit, she responded by thrusting her pussy back at me. I was still hearing her sobs even as she clasped her legs over me, to hold me at her cunt. I sensed something change. I lifted my head to look. Mom was straddling Grandma's head. She was holding Grandma's face to her pussy. Grandma, even though she was still crying, was licking at Mom's cunt. Grandma's hands clasped Mom's thighs. Holding herself up to Moms pussy. I wondered what the crying was all about. Grandma certainly seemed willing. I lowered my head back to her cunt and brought her quickly to an orgasm, then another. It sounded like Mom was having orgasms, too. It was a sound I had become familiar with. When Mom rolled off her mother, I pulled back from Grandma's pussy. She was reluctant to let me go at first. She kept her legs clasped around me and now that her hands were free, she began to caress my head. Mom laid alongside her and put her arms around her. When Grandma freed me, I did the same. We held her and told her we loved her. We told her that we were hers now. Hers for whatever she wanted. She had stopped sobbing, but there were still a few sniffles. Eventually she fell asleep. Mom and I got up. Grabbing robes, we went to the kitchen. It was almost dinner time. I poured us each a glass of wine and we sat at the table. I looked at Mom quizzically. "I think we got carried away with our passion," she said. "But I don't know what set my mother off." "All the time she was crying she was responding," I said. "She was cumming a lot." "I know," Mom said. "That was getting me hot, really hot." We sat together at the table together. Neither of us said much except that Mom was clearly worried. She said, after a bit, "I hope we didn't hurt her. Screw up her mind." We heard Grandma's heels clicking as she approached the kitchen. She entered fully dressed although her clothing was disarrayed. She marched up to the table and sat. "I have something to say," she stated. "I visited today expecting a pleasant time. Perhaps a little light sex play was in order. Even intercourse with my grandson. Instead, I found myself forced into acts I would never consider. Forced by my own daughter. Who then forced me to perform the same acts on her. And my grandson colluding with her. Conspiring to make me behave lewdly." "Mom, you were responding," Mom told her. "Yes, I did! And that is the most shameful part of it all." She paused. "I'm leaving. I'm going home to take a hot bath. To wash the shame away." She stood and groped through her purse, looking for her car keys. Finding them, she stood and turned to the door. Her face was scrunched up as if she was ready to cry again. She had only taken a couple of steps when the sobs started. She dropped her purse and keys and turned. "Oh Carol," she sobbed. Mom jumped up and hugged her. They were both crying now. "I can't lose you," Grandma sobbed. "I love you, Mom. Don't leave." "I won't, Baby," replied Grandma. I watched, bemused. I felt like there was more going on than I understood. The sobs slackened off to sniffles. The women sat back down at the table. They were both grabbing handfuls of tissues. Before long Grandma said, "I'm sorry for saying the things I did." My mom told her, "Please don't apologize, Mom." "I have to," Grandma replied. "I need to be honest with myself. I enjoyed it. Everything you did. What you made me do. I liked it. You were right. It is what our playtimes were leading to. "I was crying because of my shame. I was ashamed for enjoying what I thought of as a lewd act." She paused again. "I know there's more. I may not be very experienced with sex but I'm not totally ignorant about it. I hope I don't act like an ass again." Mom reached for her and hugged her. "Mom, we told you. We're yours now. Yours to love, to be loved." I fixed both ladies a drink. Neither one too strong this time. After they had sipped their drinks, we had a light supper. When we had eaten, I asked Grandma if she would like another drink. She declined. I knew Mom wouldn't want one. She had already had more than she would usually drink. Grandma excused herself to go to the bathroom. When we were alone, I asked Mom, "Should we try to go further with her? Try to get her to do more while she's ready for it? Maybe a video?" "I think she's vulnerable right now," Mom replied. "Let's see how far we can get her to go. Let's hold the video until later. If you had showed it to me before I was ready for it I would have been turned off." Grandma returned. She had straightened her clothing. I could see her nipples poking through her top. She was not wearing her bra. She appeared to be aroused. Mom didn't hesitate. She stood and held out a hand to her mother, another to me. "You're the two people I love in this world," she said. She led us to the bedroom. Mom stood close to her mother. She undressed her, with Grandma's willing help and led her to the bed. Mom and I shed our robes and we laid together with Grandma in the middle. Mom started talking to her. "I love you, Mom," she was speaking softly. "I never did that to a woman before. You are the only one I love enough to think about that way. So it was a new thing for both of us." Grandma didn't say anything. She just hugged Mom tightly. She turned then and hugged me. "And you, John," she said. "Thank you. You are the first man I've felt inside me in years. Only the second man ever." "This is your night, Mom," my mother told her. "We want to make you feel good. We both hope that you will open yourself to a new way of life." "I'll try," Grandma said. "But please forgive me if I backslide. Help me get over it. Although I hope I don't." "Look at it as an adventure, Grandma," I told her. "A great adventure for your golden years." I was fondling with Grandma's tits as I spoke. I nipped her nipples bringing first a sharp ouch, then a purr of contentment. "Yes," she spoke. "I do like it." I kissed my way down Grandma's body. Her tits, her navel, her sensuous soft mons. Her legs opened for me signaling her acceptance of me as a lover. Even more, it showed her desire. Mom was kissing her mother's tits, her lips. Hot wet kisses. I was aware of Mom talking to Grandma. "Let's put a pillow under your butt," she told her. Grandma raised her hips as Mom shoved pillow under them. "You'll like this," I heard Mom say. "John is very good at it. Just relax." Closer, I inhaled her scent. Musky, tart, different than Mom's but no less enchanting. My tongue flicked out to taste the nectar that had seeped from her. Sweet, yet salty, delicious, sensuous. With her musk flavoring predominate. As I pushed my tongue between the labia, I felt her gasp. Felt more than heard her because she and Mom were exchanging a hot kiss. My tongue felt for the blood engorged inner lips and ran my tongue up and down them. Feeling the heat, tasting her lust. When I sucked her clit between my lips, she responded with a sharp intake of breath. Her hips rose to meet my lips. Mom took her hands and brought them to my head. Showing her, without words, how to twist them in my hair. How to hold me at her hot cunt as I sucked and ate her, as I licked at her heat and drank of her liquors. Grandma's legs clasped me over my back. That was instinctive as she rose to an orgasm. Mom didn't have to show her that. I could dimly hear Mom talking softly to her mother, "Cum for us, Mom. Cum for John. Cum for Carol." I looked up briefly. Mom's hand was at her pussy with a small egg vibrator. She was sucking on Grandma's tits, loving her with kisses and caresses. With occasional words of instruction, encouragement or love. She was playing in her own pussy with the little toy as I ate her mother. Grandma was responding beautifully. Orgasms chased each other through her body in waves. She pulled me tighter into her wet cunt, her legs clasped me tighter. I could dimly hear words, "Oh yes. Yes John, Yes Carol. Don't stop." I felt Mom throw a leg over me, below her mother's that held my body close. I knew she was cumming, too, from the contagious excitement of her mother's lust. From the vibrator she was rubbing on her clit. Grandma was almost ready to pass out from the almost continuous orgasms. She was begging me to stop. I backed away from her pussy and licked at her thighs as she relaxed slightly. Mom was still cumming when I raised my head. She had soon had enough, for a little while, and put the vibrator away. We laid beside Grandma. We caressed her again. There were more kisses. We wanted to show her love. She hardly moved for a while. Then she closed her legs and reached an arm out to each of us. "Thank you my loves," she murmured. We laid beside her as she dozed off. Mom climbed over her mother to hug me. "That was beautiful to watch," she spoke quietly. She didn't want to wake her mother. We kissed then. A hot wet kiss that lasted a long time. "For tonight, let's save you for Mom," my mother whispered. "Let her rest a while. Then we'll see if she'll suck you." Mom spoke after a long pause. "I think I'm being a little slutty with her. And maybe pushing her too fast. But as I told you, she's vulnerable right now. Willing to try new things. That may not last if we wait." Mom and I dozed off, too. Grandma surprised us by waking first. She woke us with caresses and kisses. She was kissing either of us. Kneeling beside Mom and leaning down to press her lips to our bare flesh. Mom reached for her. She drew her to herself for a hot kiss. I watched Grandma respond. Mom rolled over pushing Grandma onto her back. I watched as my mom made love to her mother. I could sense the lust in the air. The scent of aroused pussies. Two hot naked women, bare flesh flashing me. I watched hot kisses. Hands fondled tits and tweaked nipples. Mom kissed Grandma's body as she worked her way lower. Grandma was willing this time. Her legs parted for her daughter. Mom slid between her mother's thighs to bury her face in her hot wet cunt. Grandma grabbed her hair with both hands, twisting as she had been taught. I knelt beside Grandma. Rubbed my hard cock on her tits. Watched the nipples harden even more. As she responded to Mom with her first orgasm, I straddled her. My cock was in front of her as another orgasm tore through her. I brought it to her lips as she moaned from the bliss she felt. Her lips parted for me. Her eyes were open, locked on my face. She was aware of my cock in her wet mouth. She sucked me amateurishly, but with enthusiasm. She brought one hand back from holding Mom's hair and wrapped it around my hard cock. Carol and John, Illicit Lovers Ch. 03 I knelt up a little and fucked my Grandma's face. I held her head to my cock. My hand twisted in her hair as she had learned to do for us. I pumped my cock into her mouth as if it was a cunt. But not too deep. She wasn't ready for deep throat yet. She responded. With lips and tongue and teeth. As she came time and again from my mother's lips and tongue and teeth nipping at her clit. Grandma brought me to the point I lost control. As her body shuddered with an orgasm my cum gushed into her mouth. I don't think she was aware right away that I had filled her mouth with white creamy cum. Mom sensed I had cum. She rolled away from her mother's pussy and lay alongside her. Held her. Whispered to her. Told her how beautiful it as. How wonderful. As I softened I felt Grandma's tongue on my cock, fondling it, caressing it. I rolled off on the other side from Mom. I put my arms around Grandma too. I didn't know how she would react to my cumming in her mouth. She surprised Mom and I both. She seemed to taste it, then swallowed. She was satisfied and relaxed. Mom licked my cum off her face where it had slid past her lips. Grandma licked Mom too, tasting herself, her juices on Mom's face. I was replete and spent. I snuggled up to Grandma as she and Mom exchanged a last kiss. We fell asleep then. Our naked bodies with a sheen of sweat, together, naked, contented. I woke first in the morning. I savored the scent of sex. The aromas of two naked women lying next to me. I inhaled deeply and felt my cock stirring. I slipped out of bed without disturbing the women. Running to the kitchen, I started the coffee. Then back to the bathroom to piss and brush my teeth. I grabbed my bathrobe off the floor and headed back to the kitchen. I was on my second cup of coffee when Grandma came in. She looked nice. With her hair mussed, wearing one of Mom's robes. It was a little small for her. It wouldn't quite close across her boobs. She did manage to cover the nipples though. "Good morning Grandma," I greeted her as I got up to get her coffee. "How do you feel?" "Wonderful," she replied. "And stop calling me Grandma. After last night I don't feel old enough to be a grandmother. Cathy will do fine." "Ok, Cathy." I set her coffee in front of her. Then I stepped behind her chair. With both arms over her shoulders, I reached for the sash of her robe. Untying it, I let the robe fall open exposing her tits and bush. I turned her head then and kissed her on the lips. I let my robe fall open as I returned to my seat. "I'm glad you enjoyed last night," I told her. "You look beautiful this morning." "Thank you," she replied. Mom showed up a little after Cathy. She was wearing a robe, too. It was already swinging open. "You both look hot," I said as Mom sat down. "Mom looks like she had a fine night," my mother said. "She's showing that glow that women get." "I did, thank you," Cathy replied. "I have never had a night like that. Pleasure that I never dreamed possible. I'm glad I got over my angst." "There's more," Mom told her. "We have all day today and tonight to enjoy ourselves and as often as we want after that. Let's all relax for a while. Would you like some breakfast?" We all thought cereal would be enough. I set out what was needed, along with juice. We all ate lightly, but with good appetite. Mom was sitting next to Cathy. I noticed that they had moved closer while I had been getting breakfast ready. Both had a hand under the table. I thought they were touching each other. They were not trying to hide anything. Whatever they were doing just wasn't obvious. Cathy did lick her lips, though. I enjoyed the sight. I wanted them to make love together. I realized that I had enjoyed fucking my grandmother just as much as I liked fucking my mom. But I was not going to have both unless they were lovers, too. Or, at least, agreeable to sharing me. I liked the idea of all three of us as lovers. It had a flavor that I found erotic and enticing. After we ate, I started clearing the table. Mom turned to Cathy. "Mom, this is your weekend. Your desires are what is important to John and I. You can let us know what you would like. We're here for you. "You don't have to use words, Mom. A touch, a nudge. That is often sufficient to convey your wants." "Thank you, Carol honey," Cathy replied. "I think, maybe, that letting nature take its course might be the best way." "Probably," Mom replied. "Let's all lie down together and see what develops." With Grandma in the middle, we laid together. We had shed our robes. We were covered with a sheet for comfort but when Mom and I both started playing with Cathy's pussy, she kicked it off. Cathy nudged Mom's head down. She lay on her back and spread her thighs as she kept pressure on Mom. Mom was glad to go along. She knelt between her mother's thighs and buried her face in her wet pussy. Mom's ass was elevated. Her legs spread provocatively. Her twat peeked between her thighs. I knelt behind her and slid my cock into her doggie style. Cathy looked at me and smiled. Both women came repeatedly. My mother sobbed as she shuddered from the orgasms racing through her. Cathy's head was back. She gasped with short indrawn breaths. My cum poured into my mother as two women came under me. I was exhilarated. It had been a first for me. To fuck a woman who was eating another woman. The stuff of fantasies. I wished there was a way I could have my cock in both women at the same time. Cathy wanted the same thing a little while later. As she enthusiastically ate my cum from my mother's cunt, she presented her butt to me. Her legs spread and her pussy pushed back and ready for me. I could see her juices flowing strongly, running down the inside of her thigh. I fucked her as I had my mother. We rested, then, until lunch time. After lunch, Mom thought it was time to watch some porn. We showed Cathy the lesbian flick first. Before it was over, she and Mom were eating each other sixty-nine fashion. We watched the threesome video next. Cathy fondled my cock. She jerked me off and licked my cum from my belly, relishing it. Then she shared it with Mom through a deep kiss. We took another break. Had a light supper. Cathy wanted to talk as we ate. "I always thought oral sex was blah, a bit disgusting, but I had always heard that men like blowjobs. That didn't seem to be true for my husband, though. I hinted that I would do it if he wanted me to. But he didn't take the hint. I was relieved." "Mom," my mother said. "I love it, both ways and I think you do, too." "I do now, Carol. With you and with John. Giving it and getting it." We cleaned up the supper dishes. And went back to bed. We all ate each other. We formed a circle of joy. Mom ate her mother. Me with my face buried in my mother's cunt and Cathy happily sucking my cock. We slept tangled together. In the morning, Cathy was in the kitchen when I got there. She had the coffee made and poured me a cup. "I had a wonderful evening," she said. "I feel so satisfied." "I'm glad," I told her. "I was a little worried at first." "I feel a little foolish over that," Cathy said. "I'm glad I stayed." Mom came in a few minutes later. Both women smelled strongly of sex. The scents of mingled cum, of sweat. Of lust and desire still rampant within us. I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen. It was a work day for Mom. After she had her coffee, I told her to sit on the table. She smiled. We had been here before. As Grandma - Cathy now - watched, I sat in a chair and ate my mother's cunt until she had several orgasms. Then I stood and fucked her until she came again. My cum poured into her belly as she wrapped her legs around me crying, "Fuck me." My legs were weak after I came. I saw my cum seeping from her pussy. I started to lean forward to lick it, but my grandmother said, "Let me." She made me move and sat in the chair to eat my mother's pussy on our kitchen table. We all showered together afterward. It was a little crowded, but we managed. Mom was late for work that day. As she left, she told us, "If you two want to have sex, it's ok. Just save a little for me. I love you both." "John," Cathy told me, "I wouldn't feel quite right doing anything without Carol here." "That's up to you, Cathy, but Mom won't mind." "Even so," she replied. "I'd rather she was here." Cathy offered to help me clean up. She followed me to the bedroom to gather up our laundry. When we walked into the bedroom, the scent of loving was strong. I looked at Cathy. Her resolve was crumbling. I took her hand and led her to the unmade bed. That's how it started. It's been several years now. We are all happy together. I started college shortly after Cathy first made love with us. She would visit once or twice a week and we would all enjoy each other. All our sex wasn't wild, but enough was. A strong bond, cemented by love, formed between the three of us. About six months later, Mom and Cathy put their heads together. They both sold their houses and bought another one together. It was a larger house, four bedrooms. We moved in together; the three of us. They remodeled the bathroom off the master bedroom. They built a large walk-in shower that you could probably put six people in. There are multiple shower heads so one is always under a spray. (Yes, I know it's illegal.) Cathy had her own bedroom. I usually slept with Mom. Cathy would join us once or twice a week. Sometimes, I would join Cathy and sleep with her for a night. Sometimes, too, Mom and Cathy would leave me to sleep by myself while they enjoyed each other. Our arrangements worked well. There was very little conflict. I finished the local two year college at the top of my class. Mother, Cathy and I had been poring over college catalogs for a year. We finally decided on a good school that was a three hour drive away. We all drove up there for a couple of days during my summer vacation. We rented an apartment not far from the college. It was two bedrooms but one of them was pretty small. Mom and Cathy bought furniture for it, mostly used. They did take care picking out a bed, though. They bought a king size. The surprise for me was when Mom and Cathy told me that Cathy would be staying at the apartment with me. "I'll keep house for you. No one will ever suspect anything kinky is going on." I had no objections. I would be happy to live with her. "Your mother can visit on weekends or we can come home," Cathy explained. "We want you to get good grades. You can't do that and chase women, too." Then they got serious. "John," Mom said, "your grandmother and I have been talking. We would like you to plan on having a family." "Your mother would like to have grandchildren," Cathy said. "I wouldn't mind a few great-grandchildren running around, either." "That's not something you have to worry about right away, John. But keep it in mind." Cathy and I did fine at college. We had sex regularly, more often than when we were at home. Weekends were pretty much reserved for Mom unless she wanted to include Cathy. That was about half the times. They always managed to get together even if we didn't have a threesome. My studies went well. The two years I had spent at our local college helped. But I think the biggest factor was that I didn't spend any time running around trying to find willing girls. I had two wonderful women, who I loved, who took care of my needs. After the first year, we were home for the summer. We had pretty much settled into our old routine when Cathy brought up the subject of marriage and children again. "Look," I told her and Mom. "I love you two. You are the women I want." "I'm sure there is someone out there that would be perfect for you, John." That was from my mother. She sounded pretty firm. "You could still get together with us once in a while." "We'd never be able to keep it secret from a wife. I wouldn't want to be deceitful, anyway. And I don't think I could find a woman who would fit into our lifestyle." "Maybe you can," Cathy said. "Let me talk to your mother." The next morning the subject came up again. "John," Cathy said in that tone that meant it was useless to argue, "we have a way that might work. An ad on the internet. It wouldn't have your name or anything personal. Some sites have box numbers responses can be sent to. We will set up an email address under an assumed name for correspondence. "We have an idea for the ad," Mom said.