8 comments/ 31227 views/ 8 favorites Discovering Our Present By: SSobotkaJr Samuel Garrett -- a young twenty-two year-old trade mechanic and the surviving child of his father's second marriage -- learned a year ago that his step-mother Yasmine -- now a thirty-eight year-old widower, who is yet still a lovely figure of womanhood -- resembled a younger actress who was featured in several films that were part of an old series of erotic works called "Pure Porno". Acting on his curiosity, Samuel asked for Yasmine to tell him that the young woman was indeed herself; to which his sole remaining parent confirmed that she is/was the dark-haired beauty in the three erotic scenes he'd watched. What followed was a further surprise to Samuel, as Yasmine later came to him that night, and seduced him completely; making love with him in his bed, and then later she sucked his cock to orgasm as she knelt under the spray in the bathroom shower. Now, Samuel and Yasmine share a closer, loving and sexual relationship with each other. Together, they watch the "Pure Porno" films that feature her. In doing so, the scenes have inspired the two lovers to re-enact what they see in their own lovemaking; mostly hot, steamy man-on-woman sex. But, what of the films that show other possibilities? Such as Samuel's personal favorite? Read on, Dear Reader. Read on! *** *** *** My mother encourages me to watch erotic films... mainly because she's the star in all of the ones I love to watch. That sounds weird, you might say... but, let me explain (for those that might not be up to speed just yet); Back when my mother, Yasmine, a newly-arrived immigrant from Europe, was seeking education and a new life in America, she was recruited to perform in a series of adult films called "Pure Porno". She only did this to support herself and only worked as an adult film star for one year -- during which, she made a number of erotic, very-sexy scenes, featuring my Mom performing with men, women and even couples. After this period, she found stable, more acceptable work, which led to her meeting and then marrying my then-divorced father. She and Dad had seven years of happily-married bliss, until he was killed in a robbery-gone-wrong. In all their time together, she never told him of her past work in adult films, mainly because he never asked. She admitted to me she often prayed he'd never find out... but in hindsight, she should've added my name to her prayers, because I found them when I bought some compilation DVDs off the internet. Watching them, I couldn't believe I was watching my mother at first, but the proof was there on the video disc; Yasmine -- going by the name Talia -- put on a series of performances that make even such classic actresses like Honey Wilder, Ginger Lynn and others pale by comparison. At yeast that's what I believe. Well, you know the story of what happened when I let Yasmine know what I'd discovered. Now, those films fuel our own sexual interactions, to the point that sex between us has risen into new levels of bliss and love-play together. Together, we've done our best to re-enact as many of Mom's scenes as we could; namely the ones where it was just her and a lone male actor. Being we had only nineteen of the total thirty-five films in the "Pure Porno" collection to work from, we had a good laundry-list to pick and chose from. Still, there were many scenes that we watched that... well, are sort of impractical for us to reproduce in their entirety. Chiefly because most demanded the addition of a third partner in the works. Granted, Yasmine and I aren't related by blood, but we both still consider each other as mother and son, and that sort of makes inviting an outside stranger into our love-play rather... risky, at best. I never thought I'd curse the societal mores against incest, in any of its forms... but, I'd never trade what we share together for any sort of change in our filial status. I love what we do together; in bed, the shower, the kitchen and so forth, and she never fails to tell me how well I satisfy her in turn. Still, Yasmine and I still find watching the films with extra partners just as arousing as her single-pair performances. There isn't a single instance where the sight of seeing my mother -- young, fresh-faced and horny -- fucking with either two men, two women or a man and a woman together, doesn't get me so worked up that I never fail to toss her to whichever bed we're using at the time and screw her up one side and down the other! However, I must admit there is one scene out of the entire collection that is my hands-down favorite. It's one called "Red & Talia's Rendezvous". In it, my mother -- as her alter ego, Talia -- and a lovely crimson-haired woman named Red, both begin to make love to each other, while seemingly oblivious to the fact a young and strapping young man is covertly watching from the doorway of a side room. At one point, the women see that he is watching, and without tipping him off to their knowing of his presence they crank the proceedings up a few notches. The display of lesbian love play is so hot, that when they come to a pause, they both turn and pull the surprised young man into the mix. What follows is a hot, hedonistic three-way coupling; where Talia and Red both get the fucking of their lives, before they cuddle with the drained and sated youth on a soft carpet. As the scene fades out, the sight of both of their pussies, dripping thin rivulets of cum as the trio drops off in to sleep is a sure guaranteed way to make me jump my widower mother and give her a whole new experience in carnal fucking. Yasmine, as said, supports and encourages our viewing of these films. Lately, however, she's noted that I sometimes will always return to "Red & Talia's...". After one such night's lovemaking, as we rested in post-coital bliss on her bed, Yasmine brought her notice to my attention. "Samuel, my love... mm, you always give me such wonderful feelings as we fuck," she said, tracing her fingers over my sweaty chest. With a grin, she popped up onto one elbow, looking down at me from under the cloud of her black hair with her dark eyes still smouldering with lingering passion. "Especially after tonight's viewing. Why do you suppose that is, my son?" My arms wrapped loosely around her body, I tried to get my breath and racing heart back under control, while I answered. "Well, it could be because I'm making love to you, my goddess," I offered. That earned me a blown-kiss, but Yasmine pursed her lips in mock-thought. "Hmm, flatterer. I have my own suspicions, however." Arching my brow, I asked, "Oh, do you now?" "Yes, sweet boy, I do and, I believe it is because of that, particular, scene we watched." She lifted her hand, teasingly taping the tip of my nose. "Do not deny it. You find watching your mother and another woman fucking that young man... quite a stimulating sight, hm?" A moan slipped out of me. "Oh, Mom! Why ask what you've already suspected?" Yasmine grinned wickedly at me. "Because, I wish to hear you say it." I sighed. "Okay, fine. I loved watching you have sex with that red-haired woman, before you both turned on that guy and he fucked you both silly." I reached over and ran my fingers lightly over her ribs; one of Yasmine's weak spots, as she has some rather ticklish points on her wonderful body. Laughing, Yasmine tried to block my effort, and we ended up rolling over and back again in the midst of a 'tickle-war'. When we coasted to a stop, laying on our sides facing each other -- cheeks flushed, breathing heavy amid our smiles -- Yasmine reached out and cupped my face lovingly. "Mm, my Samuel. So turned on by the sight of your mother, seducing another woman. Something I think you would like to see someday, hm?" The widening of my eyes, and the hitch in my breath was all the answer I could give her. "I thought so," she purred. Slipping closer, she wrapped me up in a warm embrace and kissed the tip of my nose. "Something will have to be done about this... obsession of yours." Returning her affection, I stroked her back and asked, "What do you mean?" I tipped my head at the now-blank screen of the television across the room. "That was just a movie. It's pure fantasy." "A fantasy that makes you wild, Samuel," Yasmine said. She giggled at the renewed blush filling my face. "It makes you an untamable beast. So eager, so willing that you come and fuck your poor, old mother senseless!" When I started to speak, Yasmine shushed me. "No, I am of a mind on this, my love. Since you are so affected by that film, there is only one solution to consider. I shall make that fantasy -- your fantasy -- come true." Blinking, I pulled back a bit, studying Yasmine's face for any sign of teasing. "You... y-you can't be serious, Mom! Can you?" With an enigmatic expression, Yasmine smooched my mouth, before she sighed and slipped out of my arms to sit up on the bed. "If there is a way, but now, come. You and I need a shower... to get clean, this time!" She said, wagging a finger at the lavicious smile that spread over my face. "You have work in the morning, and we both know the rules now, hm? Shower, then off to bed with you, my sweet lover . . . ." *** *** *** Granted, I never expected Mom to do much more on the matter. By now I should realize that as much as I have my curious nature, Yasmine has a determined streak a country-mile wide. Seeing that I was keen on the idea of having a second woman in our love-play, Yasmine decided to do something and act on that desire. Now, she could have done the easy thing; seek out someone local, feel them out so to see if they were not repulsed by the idea of making love to a mother and son who also made love to each other, then make the offer for this woman to join us in a triple-player tryst. At least, in hindsight, that's what I would've done. However, as I soon learned, Yasmine was a woman that never took the easy road, when doing a bit more 'work' could yield even richer and more satisfying results. What did she do, you might ask? This I found out after the fact: As one of the stable of actresses brought together to make those aforementioned films, it would stand to reason that Yasmine would have started and made friends with a few of the other women while they worked on them. This was the case where "Red" was concerned, as Yasmine soon learned her real name was Rita and that while coming from a different country -- the United Kingdom -- they both had similar upbringing's and shared common interests. Rita and Yasmine maintained their friendship long after she herself stopped making adult films, and the two kept more or less in touch even after Mom moved to our town and married my father. What I didn't know was that Yasmine had stopped soon after Dad's death, but she still knew Rita's address and phone number after all these years. With those, she had a means to re-establish lines of communication and hopefully they could rekindle their friendship to the extent that, as Yasmine later told me, she hoped to invite Rita to visit us and seduce her into joining us in our sexual bliss. However, as you will see, sometimes the plans of former-adult film stars don't always go as planned . . . . *** *** *** It was in the middle of the afternoon, some weeks following that clandestine discussion in Mom's bed. I'd been let go from a slow day at the shop I work at; only three jobs that needed attention, but as messy as they were my boss decided I could stand to have an early day off. So, I packed it in and headed back home. It didn't click that there was an extra car in the driveway when I pulled in beside Yasmine's own SUV. Getting out, the one thought I had was getting out of my grease-stained coveralls, into a shower and finding Yasmine to relax and spend some time with my mother-lover before supper. Coming inside, I hung up my jacket and left my work boots by the mat, so has to not make tracks on the carpet. Making my way to the stairs, I got as far as past the open doorway to the kitchen, when Yasmine called out to me; "Ah, Samuel! You are home early." "Early day." Turning, I smiled and stepped around the door jamb... and froze. Yasmine was seated at the breakfast bar that made up one side of the kitchen space. She was clearly dressed for a day-in; white short-shorts, a sleeveless button-down shirt of blue and soft step-in shoes. I only noticed this in periphery, because it was her company that got my full attention. To say I was captivated, it's not worth mentioning it. Save that the object of my attention was a young woman; hardly older than me. She looked to be just a few inches shy of my own height, had lightly tanned skin with a few stipples of freckles here and there, with rich-red hair and warm eyes the color of copper. She also had a sweetheart face that was wreathed in a smile that revealed white, tiny teeth, with lips that looked very kissable. The rest of her was just as lovely to view; she had a compact, plush body that was all curves, but all in proper proportions. She had on a white button-down blouse, a pleated skirt that ended just an inch or so above her knees, which revealed her gorgeous legs wrapped in sheer white hose and open-toed, low-heeled slides that matched her blouse. "Forgive him for being so rude for not greeting you properly," Yasmine said, her voice warm and hardly scolding. "This is my son, Samuel. Samuel, this is Carla." Carla smiled and stood up from where she was seated next to Mom, before moved towards me and offered her hand. "Hello, Samuel. Your mother was just telling me all about you, and it's a pleasure to get to meet you in person." I was immediately attracted to her voice; it had a smoothness and a lilt that I couldn't place. Possibly Irish? I nodded briefly, before I got my wits back and took her hand. "Um, hi... ah, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to be so rude, Carla. It's nice to meet you as well." "Carla is here at her request, Samuel," Yasmine prompted. Motioning for the two of us to sit, she pulled out one of the other kitchen stools for me. "Oh?" I asked. Nodding, Yasmine said, "The dear girl is here, because her mother and I were once friends." She paused. "Very, good, friends." Before I could twig what her emphasis on very good friends meant, Carla was speaking, so I switched my attention to her. "My mother isn't with me any more. She, well, caught some terrible illness a while back and four years ago, it took a turn for the worst." My brow creased as I frowned with sympathy for her. "I'm sorry for your loss, Carla." I said. Carla nodded. "Thank you, Sam. D'you mind that I call you Sam?" When I didn't object, she continued. "Well, it was terrible for Mum. Eventually she just lingered on, then one night she died." There was a touch of sadness in her voice, but she shook it off as she went on. "I regret that she and I never did get along together, mostly because I was too busy with my own life but, after she was gone, I promised myself I'd learn all I could about her and her life." I felt I was missing a point here, so I asked, "So this brought you to us today?" Yasmine smiled at my puzzlement. "Samuel, Carla's mother was Rita; one of my good friends, from before I met your father." At that, the missing piece of the puzzle in my head clicked into place. "Oh... Oh! I see," I said. Glancing at Carla, I couldn't help the blush that crept into my cheeks. "So, your mom was--." Carla said, "Yes, Mum was a friend of your mother, back when they were both, um, working in dirty films." She wrinkled her nose as she smiled ruefully at my continued blushing. "I take it, you knew that as well?" I nodded. "I only just found out recently. Um, how did you find out, Carla?" "I, ah, found out when I found an old journal of Mum's. She loved to chronicle her experiences." The redhead ducked her face, but not fast enough to hide her own reddening face. "She, ummm... went on in great detail about the year she knew you, Yasmine." At that, Yasmine chuckled warmly. "Oh, indeed. I would not wager it would be otherwise, dear girl." Winking at me, she added, "The two of us got into some rather interesting fun together, during that time." Carla looked at Yasmine with an eager expression, despite her blushing. "That's why I came here today. After you tried to get in touch with Mum, not knowing what had happened to her, I realized that you knew her for a part of her life. Can you tell me all about that? I really want to know what she did, when you knew her back then?" As I sat there, Yasmine and Carla talked for nearly an hour; with my Mom going over some of the more tame stories she recalled about Carla's mother and herself, as they worked for the "Pure Porno" crew. From time to time, I caught Carla looking over at me with a wry smile. Clearly she found it amusing that my Mom could talk about her past as a porn star in front of me, but there was also something more. A bit of a spark, something that seemed to connect the two of us. In any case, I was a bit surprised when Yasmine stopped and was looking rather pointedly at me. "Samuel, forgive me," she said. "Here we are, just chatting away, and you have only just come home from your work!" She walked her eyes over my dirty coveralls. "You should go and get cleaned up, since I feel we should at least invite Carla to stay for dinner." Carla was on her feet. "Oh, I don't mean to impose--?" "Nonsense, dear girl," Yasmine said soothingly. "There is much more to tell you about your mother, and I would be a terrible host to not offer to have you join me and Samuel for dinner." She cocked her head, thinking for a moment before adding, "Besides, while he is cleaning up, I can show you some of the films your mother and I did. That is, if you wish to--?" "Actually, I would like to see one of them," Carla said. Blushing a bit, she went on to say, "I always wanted to see what she did in these films, but never could find them." Yasmine nodded. "I'll bring you one of the video disks that Samuel found a while back, and show you where you can go to get your own copies, dear girl," she said. Rising, she nodded to me; indicating that I should come with her. Together, we left the kitchen and made our way upstairs, leaving Carla to wait for Yasmine to return. Once up out of earshot, I turned and looked at my mother. "Do you think it's a good idea? I mean, showing her those films?" Yasmine gave me an enigmatic look. "You do not believe she would react favorably to seeing her mother in an erotic film, my love?" For that, I didn't have an answer. After all, Carla had come asking about her mother's own experiences with mine in that one year's time... would seeing the actual act affect her negatively? With a soft chuckle at my silence, Yasmine patted my cheek. "Let us just see what will be, Samuel." She nodded towards the bathroom. "Go, wash up and get clean. Then come down and join us." "Are you sure about this, Mom?" I asked. She ducked into my bedroom briefly, before coming back with one of the DVDs in her hand. "No matter what comes, we should still have dinner or something . . . appetizing for us all, soon enough." With another look that I couldn't read, she turned and made her way back downstairs. What was up inside my mother's head? I wondered. Personally, I hoped showing Carla one of those adult films with her mother in it didn't make her leave. Granted, I'd just met her, but I got the impression that some connection had passed between us. Maybe it was because both of our mothers worked in the same series of films together? Maybe it could be something more--? Shaking my head, I decided to leave off dissecting things for the time being. If one thing Yasmine said was true, I did need to clean up before dinner. Stepping inside the bathroom, I ran a hot shower, stripped and got under the spray. A quick run-through of lather-rinse-repeat, I got out and retreated to my room to get a fresh change of clothes. Considering Yasmine mentioned us having dinner together, I decided to just stick to something casual; some lounge pants, my usual boxer-briefs and a loose T-shirt. Discovering Our Present Running my damp towel through my hair one last time, I paused to listen for sounds from downstairs. Sound travels pretty easily through our home, and I could hear the faint sounds of a woman's moans drifting up from below. Yasmine must've convinced Carla to watch the DVD. I smiled, as I figured from the timbre of the moans she must be showing her the "Red & Talia" scene. Well, at least Mom picked a good scene for her to watch. With a final swipe of my towel, I dropped it on the floor and moved to head back down to join them. Coming closer, I could hear more passionate sounds. Sighs and mewls of ecstasy, clearly of a woman being driven by lust... coming from the kitchen? Wonder if Mom used the portable player I got her for her birthday? When I came around the corner, what I saw literally stopped me in my tracks! There was Carla, standing in the frame of the kitchen doorway, with her hands and forearms braced against the polished wood and her feet -- now shoeless -- pressed against the bottom corners of the jamb. Her blouse was unbuttoned and left open, the ends raised up, showing off her tempting tummy as it peeked over the undone top of her skirt. The view going up was even better, as the open halves of her blouse revealed the inside swells of her breasts, as well as the pale patch of skin left by a bikini tan. Carla had her head tipped back; her long red hair pulled to one side to expose her graceful neck. The view of Yasmine behind the young woman, nibbling and licking on that span of exposed flesh was too hot to believe. Seated behind the young woman on one of our kitchen stools, my mother had both hands underneath Carla's blouse from the back. Bunching it up, she clearly had each bobbing tit shifting under the soft fabric as she manipulated the redhead's intimate flesh. To say I was stunned is practically the understatement of the century! I didn't believe what I was seeing; that Yasmine was seducing the daughter of one of her former fuck-mates in adult films, right there in our very kitchen. The proof however was right before me; moaning while my mother rolled and kneaded her tender breasts, as the sensations made Carla rock her hips in simpatico with her rising libido. "Oh, mmm, yes . . . fuck, that feels guid," Carla said, her accent coloring every word that fell from her sweet lips. From behind, I saw Yasmine seek out and lock eyes with me; her dark spheres glittering as she continued to play with Carla. With a wink, she kept silent, moving one hand down along the girl's tummy, right over the fabric of her skirt until she reached the side and touched the stays with her long fingers. With a soft pop! pop! pop!, she undid each stay and with a deft push, she made the garment slither to the floor. Now, bare from tummy to toes, Carla was literally a scrumptious feast for the eyes! Wearing thin, silky thigh-highs, with wispy, high-cut white cotton panties underneath that open blouse, she was a vision of sex and sensuality on display. I groaned softy, but Carla didn't hear me for her own sounds. Fuck! This was just as hot as the "Red & Talia" scene, if not more so. My lust rose in such a fashion, I couldn't help myself as I quickly and quietly removed my T-shirt and unbuttoned my pants. Dropping both to the floor, I stood there in nothing but gray boxer-briefs before my mother and our guest; the outline of my thick cock clearly showing beneath the cotton fabric. With a smile of approval, Yasmine kept her eyes on me as she leaned up to nip at Carla's ear. That made the young Englishwoman squirm and coo. "Oh, fuck! Mmm, you're makin' me wet, Yasmine . . . oh, God! I luv the way you kiss me, touch me with your soft hands!" "Mm, I know... you have many lovely qualities that your mother had," Yasmine purred. Caressing Carla with those skilled fingers I knew so well, she continued to nibble and kiss the young woman's neck, while she continued her litany of hot talk. "Such lovely, soft skin, and these tits . . . mmm, so firm and plump." Carla groaned, as Yasmine's hands drifted up over those breasts and curled around them, fingertips tweaking and tugging on two hard, cherry-pit nipples. "So, so sweet . . . I wonder if you are as sweet as your mother?" With that said, Yasmine let her right hand drift downwards across Carla's tummy -- making her giggle softly at the light, ticklish touch -- before she slipped it down underneath the waistband of her cotton panties. "Ah-Ohhh!" Carla nearly went up on her toes, her head snapping back against my mother's shoulder; eyes squeezed tightly shut, her lips parted as she drew in hot, shaky breaths. No doubt, Yamine's fingers were playing along the crease of her pussy lips, perhaps grazing the sides of her clit as they went. For a few moments, all that Carla did was gasp and pant, shifting her hips up to meet my mother's questing fingers. Then, Yasmine withdrew her fingers and brought them up to their faces; painting one shiny trail of cream across Carla's upper lip, before putting the rest of her wet digits into her own mouth to suck them clean. "MMmmm, oh, yesss . . . so sweet. So tasty!" Carla answered her with a wordless moan, her own tongue sweeping out over her lip to collect her own pussy cream, drawing it back in with obvious relish. "Mm, you like that, Carla?" "Oh, fuck yes, Yasmine," Carla replied, her voice husky with a dreamy quality that sent rivers of desire down to my cock. "Then I know you will love this!" With that, Yasmine moved off of her seat and tugged on Carla's arms; directing the young woman back into the kitchen. Moving her over, she made her jump up and sit on the counter top, before moving to stand between her wide-spread, stocking-clad legs. Carla's eyes were fixed on my mother, who quickly shed her blouse and shorts. Mom had only a pair of black silk panties underneath, with no bra to hide her wonderful breasts from her new playmate's eyes. "Oh, fuck, Yasmine!" Carla was clearly in awe of my mother's physical charms, her face never leaving her top-free charms on display. Yasmine didn't say a word. She slipped up close to Carla, pressing her body in between her legs as she wrapped the younger woman up in her arms. Leaning in, Yasmine cupped one hand over Carla's cheek and pressed her lips against hers in a soft kiss -- one that quickly grew in intensity and passion as the redhead kissed back. The two women deepened their clinch, moaning and sighing as they sucked, nibbled and tugged at their lips. Hell! A part of my biggest fantasy was coming true, right there in my home . . . and it included my mother, no less! Breathing hard, I couldn't stop myself from reaching down to grab my cock inside my boxers; squeezing tight to help stave off the rising passion inside me, while hoping I wouldn't reveal myself just yet to disturb Carla or my mom. Carla clearly hadn't heard me -- turning her head to the left to expose her neck to my mother's nibbles and pecks -- but, Yasmine shot a brief glance over her shoulder and winked. As I watched, she returned her attention to Carla and began to slowly kiss her way down from the redhead's neck, over her collarbone and down onto her full breasts. Taking a slight detour to pluck each stone-hard nipple with her teeth, Yasmine continued making her way southwards; her actions making her bend over, making her shapely ass stick out as she finally reached the waistband of Carla's white panties. Carla, for her part, had fallen back to lay flat on the counter. "Ohhh, God . . . fuck, yes!" Her hands and arms stretched out above her head, which was rolling to the side as she bit her plump, lower lip in anticipation. Placing a soft smooch just above the panties, Yasmine sighed as she nuzzled the front panel with her nose and lips. Taking a few playful bites through the cotton material, she looked up briefly at Carla -- who was gasping with rising passion -- before her hands trailed up her sleek thighs and slipped under the thin straps of the redhead's panties. With a soft hiss, she tugged them down, pausing only to aid Carla as her hips lifted briefly from the cool marble counter top, before sliding them down to just above her stocking-covered knees. I only got a brief glimpse of Carla's pussy -- and yes, she's a real redhead! -- before Yasmine dropped her head into the fork of her crotch. A split-second later Carla's voice climbed an octave as she squealed with delight; clearly her pussy was being expertly probed by Yasmine's lips and tongue. "Ahh! Oh, fuck, yes! Yes, Yasmine . . . mmm, God that feels so guid!" Rolling her hips, she tried to maintain a maximum contact with my mother's slippery appendage and keep the erotic fire rolling through her body. By then, my dick was practically dripping pre-cum; making my hand slick as I fisted it slowly as I watched Yasmine eat Carla out. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out with suppressed passion. The last thing I wanted to do was to interrupt this hot scene before either of these two lovely women had gotten their first climax. Sighing softly, I just pumped my prick in my boxers, leaning against the kitchen door frame as I watched things progress along. For the time being I was more than content to just watch . . . . That is, until Yasmine raised her head to snake a licentious look over her shoulder; fixing me with a look, her dark eyes ablaze and beckoning . . . to me! The silent-yet-clear message in her stare came across the space between us, reinforced by the sight of Yasmine reaching down to tug her black panties off of her waist, over her hips and firm bottom before they slithered down her legs to puddle at her feet. Spreading her legs, she cocked her backside up to show me her sopping slit, as one hand left Carla's body to appear at her own sex to finger it wetly. She gave me one last fiery look, before returning to Carla's sex to continue her oral assault. Fuck! My brain nearly imploded with the realization of what Yasmine was prompting. Instead of just letting me watch, my mother was practically telling me to come and join in. Faced with the opportunity to fulfill my biggest fantasy with my porn-star mom, I didn't even hesitate for a second! Coming upright, I literally tore the boxers from my body before I stepped across the kitchen floor, moving in behind my mother's shapely backside. Yasmine must've sensed my presence, because I heard the sounds of wet sucking increase from between Carla's legs, as well as volume of Carla's throaty moans. Hell! I thought, looking at the view before me, Can this get any hotter? The sight of my dark-haired mother going to town at the pussy of the red-headed beauty on our kitchen counter was more than enough to kick my libedo into overdrive. Getting right up behind my mom's ass, I crouched down to get my prick lined up with her oozing slit and, after a few swipes of my dick head against her slippery labia, I socketed it home and reached up to grip Yasmine's hips. With a smooth jerk, I slid into her pussy with practiced-ease; feeling her sweet walls grip my dick flesh like a comfortable-yet-tight velvet glove. "Oooo!" Yasmine's cry of pleasure was muffled by Carla's muff, but it was loud enough for me to know that my mother was happy to have her son's prick back in her honey pot once more. From above, Carla let out another pleasure-filled squeak. She was feeling it as Yasmine's oral action resumed with renewed relish. Firmly seated within, I savored the feeling for a few seconds, before pulling back to begin a steady pumping motion. With every sawing action, the sparks of passion raced down my cock to pool in my crotch and balls; making me hiss. Fuck! My cock felt like it was swimming in a hot, oily sheath. The pleasure circuit linked between myself and my mother seemed to double with every thrust; egged on by every soft grunt, every slap of flesh and each moan from my mom's throat. My head was wrapped in a sex-fog as I fucked Yasmine; little caring at that point if Carla looked up and discovered that we were coupled like boxcars. Still, I couldn't help the slight spike of fear as, moments after getting into the groove, I heard a sharp explosion of breath from Carla. "Oh! Oh . . . shit! Yasmine, wh-what--?" Opening my eyes, I looked down along Yasmine's back, up over her dark haired head and along Carla's creamy body until my eyes met hers. The lovely redhead had her mouth open in a rictus of surprise, even as she had one hand resting on the back of Yasmine's neck, keeping her close to her pussy. At a loss for words, I didn't speak but my body was on automatic. My hips kept pumping, driving my dick in and out of my mother; who was crying with passion into Carla's cunt. I think that must've tripped something off inside Carla, because she didn't try to disengage herself from mom's mouth. If anything, she clutched her head closer before dropping back against the counter and groaned hotly. "Oh, fuck me! Don't stop . . . please, Yas, keep eating me! Shit, I'm so hot," she mewed. Mom didn't disappoint her. I watched as Yasmine curled her hands over Carla's heaving hips. Her face was practically smothered in the young woman's sex flesh, and I could hear the flutter of her tongue as she attacked Carla's clit with rapid, savage strokes. "Oh, God . . . hell, you look so fuckin' good!" Carla growled, her head snapping back up with a fire blazing in her eyes as she watched us eat and fuck. Driving up into Mom, I couldn't help it as I threw my head back and groaned in bliss. It was like I was actually in the hottest scene of the "Pure Porno" series . . . but I wasn't going to cum too quickly and end our fucking so soon. Hell, with the regular visits to Mom's bed I'd taken, I'd learned how to pace myself so that I could give Yasmine maximum pleasure, while not emptying myself long before I wanted to. Yet, for as much as I was prepared to stretch this fuck-session out, my Mom wasn't that prepared when her first climax swept over her in the middle of her feasting on Carla. Lifting her head from the redhead's soaked quim, Yasmine had a hitch in her breath and a tremble running down her body; one I knew all too well. "Ooo . . . oh, oh fuck! Samuel! My love . . . ohGOD!" From her viewpoint, Carla stared with glee as she watched Yasmine's orgasm start to roll over her. "Oh, yes, yes! Do it, baby! Cum, go on! Cum all over Sam's cock! Oh, fuck me that's just, so, hot!" Without prompting or preamble, I bent myself over my mother's back, wrapping my arms around her to palm her hanging breasts and pinch each nipple; making her pussy clench hard around my cock. Growling, I nipped at her neck and drove myself in to the limit. That set her off like a Roman candle. With a shriek of joy, Yasmine toppled over the edge of climax. Shuddering, shaking and sobbing with unleashed passion, she practically bucked me off as her body rolled with each passing wave. The pleasure was nearly enough to set me off, but it was only by sheer will that I kept from spraying her pussy with my thick cum. Carla, however, wasn't so lucky. The sheer sight of the older brunette woman cumming made her pop off and add her cries to the erotic chorus soaring through the air of our kitchen. Eventually, both women came down from their cums; Carla slumping against the counter top, while Yasmine practically melted, unable to keep her feet underneath her as she sank back into my embrace. Wanting to make sure Yasmine wasn't going to end up in an undignified heap on the floor, I staggered back with her until I could get the kitchen stool around to put under her. With a grunt, I pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop, and shifted her over to plant her on the more stable legs of the stool. "Ooooh, my darling! Noooo, put it back," Yasmine moaned in protest. "Mom, c'mon . . . you can barely stand up, much less fuck in this state!" I said this lovingly, standing by her side as I held her upright with one arm around her shoulders. "Mmm, I would make love with you, even if I was no more than a boneless pile, my Samuel!" Mom let her head drop back, pillowed on my arm as she stared up at me with eyes that were just smoky with love and barely-banked fires of lust. Cupping her cheek, I smiled and murmured, "I would never doubt that you couldn't do just that, Mom." I then leaned in and kissed her; a thorough and loving embrace of lips and tongues that left us both panting and wanting more. "Oooh . . . fuck, that is so hot!" Looking up from our kiss, Yasmine and I turned to look in Carla's direction. The redhead was leaning up on one elbow on the counter, her stocking-clad thighs spread wide, her panties now dangling from one ankle as she pulsed one hand in between her saturated pussy lips. Her hips jerked with short, quick motions as the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her. With her red hair in disarray and her skin colored with the flush-blush of sex, she looked wanton and even more beautiful than when I first met her. Yasmine looked up at me, her smile turning sly as she took in the smitten expression on my face. "Mmm, does she not look wonderful, my love?" she said, her voice husky with rebuilding passion. "So sweet, so hot, so . . . fuckable?" I shivered at the dirty talk coming from my mother. "Oh, Mom," I groaned. With a chuckle, Yasmine ran one hand along my chest. "Yes, you are certainly agreeing with your mother now, hm?" She looked at Carla, who hadn't stopped touching herself nor said a word as she watched the both of us. "Would you not agree, as well, that my son and I made such wonderful love together, my girl?" She flashed a wicked grin. "Did you ever see the like, Carla? A mother and her son . . . fucking each other with such love and desire?" Carla mewled, her hand pausing as her body rippled with heat at Yasmine's words. "Fuck, no . . . I, um . . . I've never seen anything so fuckin' hot before." She shot a look at me, her eyes wide as she murmured, "Fuck, you really did it! You fucked your mother, and . . . oh God, help me, it was just made me feel so turned on. Look at me . . . look at my pussy, Sam. I'm so wet, just from watching you screw your Mum." She stirred her fingers in her quim, making sticky sounds as her labia slipped against the skin of her digits. I couldn't take my eyes off of her; my chest rising and falling rapidly as I stood there, uncaring about my state of nakedness, or the fact that Carla could see my still-rampant dick. Yasmine took notice though, trailing her hand down to cup my cock and balls; smearing her fuck-milk down over the taut skin with gentle motions. "Mmm, you are still so, so hard my love! You didn't cum inside your mother now, did you?" Making a soft tck-tck! sound, she leaned up and placed a soft smooch on my neck. "You wish to cum, my Samuel? You want to fuck and climax deep inside a nice, warm fuckhole, my love?" "Oooo, Mom!" I closed my eyes, relishing the sensations of her touching me. "You should be allowed to cum, my love." Yasmine let go of my prick, giving it a soft pat. "Especially when there is a willing and waiting pussy, right before your eyes." When she saw me stiffen, turning to stare at her with surprise, she smiled fondly and gave me a light shove in the small of my back . . . propelling me in a daze towards Carla! "Go, my love. Carla needs to cum. You need to cum . . . and I see no reason why you two lovely young ones should not pleasure each other, on that score." I stopped after taking one step away from Yasmine; looking back at her with some trepidation. "Mom--?" "Samuel, go," she said, her voice colored with a mix of a lover's blessing and a mother's firm command. "Fuck our lovely redheaded girl." She added with a blown-kiss, "Make your ultimate fantasy come true, and show her just how well your mother taught you how to make love!" Discovering Our Present Turning back to face Carla, I couldn't help my heavy breath, nor move my feet fast enough as I stepped in close to the counter. Fuck! Since when does any son ever get to see his mother seduce a hot fox in their own home . . . and then get her blessing to fuck that same woman in one night? Carla watched me as I got close; her eyes blazing as she walked them up and down my nude body as she slipped closer to the edge. "Ooo, aren't you fit, hm? Such a handsome young man . . , mmm! I bet Yasmine taught you to fuck very well." She reached out and placed one warm hand on my stomach; stroking it down until she bumped it against the top of my cock. "Well, she was my first lover," I admitted with a sigh. Carla had wrapped her hand around the column of my cock, fisting it slowly as she spread the mixture of my mother's pussy juice and my pre-cum along its length. "Oo! You gave your cherry to your Mum?" Carla's voice was colored with apparent delight. "That's just so sexy . . . so hot!" She glanced over at Yasmine, licking her lips before asking, "Was he good? Did it feel so wonderful to take your son's cock inside your cunt, and fuck him into manhood, baby?" Yasmine smiled and sighed. "It was . . . a wonderful experience; fucking my lovely boy for the first time in his life." She added with a throaty chuckle, "It has been an experience that we have repeated, many times over." Oh, fuck! All this hot talk was making me tremble with lust! "Yesss, I wager it was worth repeating, Yasmine," Carla murmured. Her hand slowed to a stop on my dick. "Bet you loved fucking your Mum again and again, eh? Mmm, sinking this fucker inside her pulsing pussy over and over? Yeah?" She circled one pad of her thumb over the crown, making me jerk with bliss. "Bet you'd love to fuck right now, hmmm? You want to, Sam? Want to fuck a hot, wet cunt and fill it up with your cum?" I winced, trying to fight off a sudden spike of pleasure at the base of my crotch. "Oh, God, girl! Do you even have to ask!?" I groaned. "Yes, I want to . . . I have to fuck you!" Carla hissed softly, before letting go of my prick. "Then do it. C'mon . . . put that cock in me. Come on, baby, fuck me. Please?" Opening my eyes, I looked down and nearly lost it. Carla had moved so that her legs were on either side of my body; gripping her thighs just behind her knees as she angled her crotch to allow me the most access to her dripping snatch. "Oh, hell . . . I can't--!" I cut myself off, moving in tight between Carla's legs as I wrapped both hands around her waist. Nosing the blunt end of my cock against her soaking labia, I fumbled only for a moment, before I found the right spot and shoved home. With a loud groan, I felt every hot, spicy inch of her sheath cling to my shaft; not stopping until I was seated to the hilt inside her. "OooOH!" Carla's cry of delight filled the air, as she tossed her head back, making her hair fly out like a silky whip. Her stocking-clad legs clamped around me, holding me tight as she flung her arms up to cling to my shoulders. "Mmmm, oh God he feels so thick inside! Fuck! I love your cock in me, Sam . . . mmm, fuck me? Please? Don't tease me! Fu-OOOH!" Her pleas were cut off as she felt my thrusting dick begin to churn up her insides; holding on for life as she took my cock inside her pussy. Trying to reestablish the pace I had as I fucked Yasmine, I rocked back and forth along her crease. "Shit! God, your pussy . . . uumph! Oh!" From behind me, I heard my mother sigh with content. "She's tight, isn't she my love? Mm, a nice, snug fit around your hard cock . . . mmm, don't you love it, my Samuel?" A moment later, I heard the sound of the stool's legs scraping across the floor, just before I felt the warmth of my mother's body pressing against my back. Wrapping her arms around my middle, Yasmine pressed her hard-nippled breasts and still-wet cunt against my skin. "Doesn't she fell good, my lover? Tell me. Tell your mother just how good our little girl feels around your prick!" I shuddered, before replying; "God, Mom, she's . . . hah! She feels, so good! I love how she feels on my dick!" Yasmine purred, reaching up to nibble and kiss my ear. "Mmm, yes, I knew she would . . . I hadn't expected her to come here, but now . . . seeing her and tasting her, and watching you make love to her--!" Yasmine shivered against me. She was that turned on! For her part, Carla wasn't quiet as we fucked. She was cooing, moaning and crying out with every pump and every slap, as our bodies crashed against each other. Holding onto my shoulders like she'd fall of the Earth if she didn't, her body was tensing against the climbing waves of pleasure. "Oh, I'm . . . I . . . I'm getting sooo close!" Looking up into my eyes, she begged, "Fuck me, Sam, do it! Fuck me hard, an' finish me off. I'm so, damn, close to cumming!" Truth to tell, all of the sounds, sensations and hot talk had driven me past my will to draw this out. Hell, I don't think I could last for another minute, if it wasn't for the hot clutch of Carla's pussy and the feel of my mother's embrace. Yasmine picked up on the urgency in Carla's voice. Running her hands over my body, she murmured encouragingly, "Do it, my love. Do it . . . fuck her and make her pop! Make her cum all over that sweet cock, then give her that wonderful cream of yours!" "Oh, fuck, yes, Sam! Do it, yes . . . yes-yes-yes!" Carla's voice shot up in volume, just as her pussy clamped around my dick with unyielding pressure. With savage strokes I hit my upper limit as I worked to comply with their urging. Groaning with my own rising passion, something had to give soon, as the fire burning between us was reaching an almost-unbearable plateau. It was about a heartbeat later I felt Carla's legs lock up, and her body went rigid with the onset of her climax. "Oh FUCK! YES!" With a cry that sounded both joyful and pain-laced, the redhead's sweet cunt rippled along my cock as her second orgasm hit with ever-spiraling waves. That alone was enough to trip my trigger; my prick didn't stand a chance as my own cum raced up from my balls and burst out inside her pussy. Coating it in rope after rope of thick sap, I almost toppled off of her myself, but had enough sense to tip forwards into the grasping circle of Carla's arms. Unbidden, my lips found hers and we came together in a heated clinch that seemed to roll along the full spectrum of sensations. From behind us, I could hear Yasmine's encouragement and comforting touch. "Yes, yes my loves . . . cum for each other! You are making such wonderful bliss together!" After that, I was oblivious to nothing more than Carla; her soft, supple body beneath me, her lips crushed against mine, the scents of our combined sex-musk and the eventual ebb and wane of our respective orgasms. I think I even blacked out at one point, the passion between us was that hot! When I had my wits again, I was looking down into Carla's face, while my sweat-soaked body was still draped over hers on the counter. Her legs and arms were still clinging to me, but it was clear it wouldn't take much to make her let go, as her strength wasn't much more than a kitten's at that point. Shaking my head to clear it from the sexual haze lingering around us, I stared into her eyes and gave her a lopsided smile. "Hi." With a giggle, Carla replied, "Mm, hi yourself, Sam." She groaned softly. "Fuck . . . oh, what did you . . . mmmm, do to me?" Puzzled, I pulled my head back a bit. "Uh, I think I just fucked you silly?" There was a laugh at my side, and Yasmine leaned down next to my shoulder, fixing both of us with a warm smile. "Ah, you did more than fuck her silly, lover. You gave her such a bout of lovemaking, I would dare to say she has not been so thoroughly loved since, hm?" Her eyes were sparkling with fondness as she looked to Carla. "Is that not so, my girl?" Making her shoulders shake as she shivered, Carla replied, "Oh, hell yes, Yasmine. That was soooo guid! I swear, no one's ever made love to me like that before." She giggled again as she looked from one of us to the other. "Certainly never by a mother and a son, ever!" She fixed me with a firm look. "What ever made you decide to join us like that, Sam?" I couldn't stop the sheepish grin. "Well, it's . . . kind of a long story, Carla." That made the redhead arch one eyebrow. "Oh, really?" I turned to look at Yasmine. "Should we tell her? I mean . . . the whole story?" Yasmine nodded. "I think we should, or else there may not be a repeat of this wonderful fucking . . . that is, unless our sweet lover here has any objections?" Carla tightened her grip on me. "Oh, I'd better hear the whole, damn truth, because even if you have to lie to me, don't think for one second that I'm leaving without getting another glorious fuck! From either of you two love-birds," she said hotly. Laughing, I dipped down and smooched her deeply, before I backed up and scooped her up into my arms; making Carla squeal with delighted surprise as I carried her away from the counter. "Mom, c'mon," I said to Yasmine. "This is something that needs to be told . . . in a big, warm bed!" Yasmine gave me a smoky smile. "Now . . . you are getting the right idea, my Samuel!" With that, she skipped ahead of the two of us, heading towards the stairs leading upwards to the bedrooms above . . . . To Be Continued Author's Note: This story was partially inspired by another story of similar type -- where a son discovers his mother was a former porno actress, and the resulting discovery ends with them having sex together. In truth, I found the other tale rather lacking in depth of feelings and emotions, while being clinical in execution. Because of this, I decided to give the general idea a go with my own attempt . . . I guess I've sort of returned to my reactionary-roots as a writer. I felt that the subject deserved a better treatment, and this story then was the end result of nearly a week's worth of effort. It's been one of the most fun and engaging efforts of erotica I've written to date. And yes, there is a third part to come! ^_^ As an addendum, the character and the name of Carla was inspired by a Literotica site member and fellow artist; sxy_kitten. Her lovely voice and audio tales should not be missed by anyone, and to wit, it was her latest offering about a nurse seducing a patient that was the spark behind Carla's creation. I really wish she'd produce new stories for her adoring fans, but until such a thing happens, I have her older tales saved and still continue to listen to them as a source of inspiration. I hope you are reading this, Kitten, and I pray to someday thank you in person for your charming voice and creative mind, and the stories it helped spark inside my own imagination. I'd consider it an honor of the highest to someday officially collaborate with you on a story. *big-bear hugs!* Much love for you, darlin'! Everyone else, please enjoy my stories and comment and vote often! -- S.