5 comments/ 44704 views/ 3 favorites My Frustration By: Lamh Dearg This story is a mixture of fact and fiction about my wife, her mother and I. My wife Marcy and I have been married almost seventeen years and have three beautiful kids. Over the years we have experienced most of the normal problems that married couples go through in bringing up children. Marcy has had some health problems which at times can restrict our sexual activity. She also unfortunately has some hang-ups over her father, who walked out on her family when she was in her mid-teens. He was a graduate of the, "Treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen ", school of thought and could see nothing wrong in having an affair with some local piece of ass. He did very little to hide the fact and even suggested to his wife, my mother, that as long as she was getting laid on a regular basis, she should be happy to share him with this other "lady". My mother in law, Elizabeth, however, has pretty high morals and refused his "kind offer", so the vain bastard packed his bags and moved out, leaving his wife and three kids. Marcy suffered the most and as a result, found it very hard to trust anyone after that. That was 25 years ago, and about five years later when Marcy was 19, we met at a local night-club. I already knew both her older brothers but had never met Marcy before. To say it was love at first sight would be no exaggeration. She was stunning!! She was 5' 6" with beautiful red hair and a size 8 figure. She had fantastic legs and small but perfectly formed breasts and what made it even better was the fact that she was obviously interested in me. As this was 1985, Marcy's dress style was influenced by people like Madonna, with a very short flared skirt and top, fishnet stockings and lace gloves, all in white. Neither of us had much experience with the opposite sex, and we were both virgins. Somehow despite all the normal desires we shared, we managed to remain virgins until we married four years later. We had seen each other naked and indulged in some mild petting, but no intercourse. I suffered in silence because I was in love. I would jerk off at least twice a day, while dreaming of her pert tits and moist ginger pussy. I thought everything would change when we were married, but unfortunately I was wrong. As a result of Marcy's experience when her parents separated, she still found it very hard to place her trust in anyone, even me. Therefore, our sex life was pretty tame and although she was and still is a very sexual person with wishes and desires of her own, she is afraid to act on any of them. Twenty years later at 39, her self confidence has grown and she is more than happy to dress provocatively when we go out together but is still very reserved when going out with friends or family. She refuses to go topless on the beach and completely rejected my suggestion that we visit a nudist beach. When one of our kids was born she suffered severe damage to her pelvis which as you can imagine adds further restrictions to our lovemaking. When she is in pain, the only position she finds comfortable is on her side with me spooned in behind, where I can slip my cock into her moist but tender hole. Her favorite position is on top, straddling me, which she says give her the best orgasmic experience. She loves to grab my dick and slowly lower herself onto it, and then ride it until she climaxes, collapsing on top of me in ecstasy. Unfortunately due to the pelvic injury this happens very rarely and as a result she ends up just as frustrated as I am. Marcy loves to have her pussy licked and I am only too happy to oblige, teasing her for a while by slowly planting butterfly kisses on the inside of her thighs before running my tongue along her slit and gradually onto her clit, manipulating it gently as she builds up to an all enveloping orgasm. "Fuck me NOW!!" is her usual response after I have done this, and as I have already risen to the occasion, I ram all 8 inches of frustrated cock into her waiting cunt. She is pretty good at giving head too. Sometimes we "69" and eat each other together, and other times I just lie back and think of the old country while she sucks my dick and licks round my balls until I cum all over her face , tits or pussy. She calls this the "Motherload", because my dick explodes, sending its contents everywhere. Unfortunately, even this is curtailed at times as a result of dental surgery which left her with a weakened jaw. Sometimes she could be in full flow with my cock in her mouth and I am in the final stages before launch, when she pulls back in agony. She has got so carried away in her desire to please me that she causes herself great pain. I then have to finish off by hand which she finds really horny even in her painful state. It is only in recent years that we have masturbated in front of one another, and Marcy has started using toys to get herself off when I'm not there. She sometimes gets over-enthusiastic with these and has actually worn out a number of them. She enjoys this because she says when she is rubbing her clit or inserting a finger in her dripping hole she knows her limitations and can concentrate fully on giving herself pleasure without fear of being hurt. Her fantasies are pretty mild by most peoples' standards. As she glides a wet finger in and out of her vagina or gives in to the delicate sensation of her vibrator, she dreams of having pain free sex with me. In her mind, she allows me to fuck her in every conceivable position, sucking and licking her tits while pumping my penis into her hard and furiously. She is completely against anal sex of any type, mainly because she feels it would be painful and she reckons she already suffers enough. Even when I insert a finger into her rear entrance she tenses up, but admits that she does think about it while she frigs herself. Fantasies are usually about something which is unattainable, and mine involve things like anal sex, or most men's ideal scenario, a threesome involving a female friend or neighbor, or even a family member such as Elizabeth, my mother. Marcy's unusual dreams, she believes, are also unattainable and should therefore be classed as fantasies. I have already mentioned her reluctance to try new things and when we have discussed this she feels it is both a physical and mental block. She is afraid to attempt anything which will cause her further discomfort, but also has an abiding fear of introducing anything into our relationship which could potentially damage it in the way her arrogant father fucked up her parents' marriage. She does however, enjoy telling horny stories as we are fucking because she can see the pleasure it gives me, but it is only recently that she includes herself in these stories. She is very imaginative in her stories, but used to feel that she was somehow cheating on me if she talked about having a pussy licking session with one of her female friends, or getting caught naked by our hunky neighbor. She especially enjoys stories about being seduced by male shop assistants when buying exotic lingerie, and goes into great detail about exposing her all natural, hairy pussy to some lucky guy in the store. She tells me tales about having to pay forfeits to the lady in the local beauty salon when she goes in for an all over body massage. The lady promises to throw in a free manicure if Marcy lets her finger her pussy and lick her clit. She describes how this big breasted 50 year old gently spreads Marcy's legs and expertly runs her index finger along her slit, teasing and teasing before inserting one or more fingers into her now dripping hole. Then she runs her tongue up the inside of her thighs and blows lightly on Marcy's swollen clit, and then oh so slowly brings her tongue to meet the moist lips, where she expertly brings her to a shuddering orgasm. If only I could persuade her to act on these tales and let her true self out in the open, and not keep it hidden. As you can probably tell, I am still totally and utterly in love with my wife, and don't blame her at all for our restricted sex life. I still get a hard-on every time I see her naked, and never get tired of looking at her tits or ass which have changed very little over the years. However, I am still human and I would be lying if I said that I have not thought of fucking someone else, but being the every loving guy that I am, my guilty conscience has prevented me from doing so and I have to make do with make believe. The majority of my fantasies over the years have involved my mother. I have lost count of the number of times I have masturbated while imaging Elizabeth in various states of undress, or of fucking her in every conceivable position. She is a small woman of 5' 4" with broad hips, a delightful round ass, and small but beautiful tits. When I first met her she was a woman of 45 who, as a result of having to bring up three kids on her own, looked permanently exhausted and worried very little about her own looks. She was short on confidence and obviously sexually frustrated. She is now 66 and to the best of my knowledge has not had sex for almost 26 years. Hard to believe I know, but that was the way she was raised, believing in the sanctity of marriage, and steadfastly refusing to lower herself to her ex-husband's standards. As time has passed, Elizabeth and I have developed a strong friendship and I like to think that she has allowed herself the pleasure of self gratification. I have gone out of my way to give her something to think about as she fingers her pussy in her lonely bed at night and hope that I am as much a participant in her fantasies as she is in mine. We have taken Elizabeth with us a number of times when we holiday in Florida, and as we always rent a villa, it gives us both an opportunity to see each other in more unguarded surroundings. She is more than happy to walk around in her swimming costume which is usually a one piece, but when she is feeling a little more daring, she has borrowed one of Marcy's bikinis. I have also witnessed her crossing from the bathroom to the bedroom wearing only a towel which just about covers the cheeks of her curvaceous butt. On one occasion one of the kids opened her bedroom door as I was passing and I was greeted by the wonderful sight of my mother standing in her bra and panties. I was encouraged by the fact that she made no attempt to cover herself when she knew I was looking, and I therefore had a fantastic view of her white lace bra and matching panties which were partially see-thru, and were definitely not an old ladies' underwear. I enjoy walking around in my boxers or briefs when she is around, and get as much of a thrill in knowing that she is watching me as I did in looking at her. I am very careful to leave the bedroom or bathroom door open when I know she is around, in the hope that she will catch a glimpse of my naked body and will think of me when she retires for the night and plunges a finger or two into her hungry snatch. During a recent trip to Florida, I had just stepped out of the shower and needed to use the toilet. Sitting on the toilet completely naked I was surprised when the door opened and in walked Elizabeth. She was genuinely shocked and embarrassed, as she was attending to the laundry and had gone around the villa looking for dirty towels etc. She said she did not know I was in the bathroom and although she made a hasty exit, I noticed that when I told her I had finished with the towels on the floor, she quickly re-entered the room to collect them. As she was apologizing I was very aware that she was openly gazing at me the whole time she was in the room. It may have been my imagination, but a couple of days later I believe that she returned the favor. I was in the kitchen making coffee when she entered from her bedroom dressed in a knee length nightdress. Directly in front of where I was standing was a sofa and she proceeded to sit down on it. She turned sideways and lifted her legs up to stretch out on the sofa, and in doing so raised her nightdress about 8 inches giving me a delightful glimpse of her inner thighs. Then when she was sure she had got my attention she raised her legs further in order to put a cushion under her feet and flashed her naked pussy. It was only a quick glimpse because Marcy and the kids were in the room at the time but it answered years of questions about how she really felt about me. Underneath her warm and loving but reserved exterior is a woman of passion and unbelievable frustration. She needs to be let out of her shell and I know I am the one to free her. We are in the same boat, her and I, and can help each other to relieve years of pent up frustration, but that is another story. At the beginning of this desperate tale, I told you that it was a mixture of fact and fiction, and you may like to know exactly how much of my story is real. Well dear reader, it may be hard to accept but all of it is true, and only the names have been changed to protect the innocent and those I want to lose their innocence. Let me know how you feel about my first public confession, and we may be able to help each other. My Frustration Ch. 02 This is the next part in a story involving my wife, her mother and I. In the earlier part of this tale, I explained about my frustrating relationship with my wife and her mother, but there may be a little light at the end of the tunnel. In May 2004 I suffered from a viral infection, and as a result, one side of my face was paralysed. I was told that I had contracted Bells Palsy which could possibly take 6 to 8 months to heal. This was upsetting because I was due to carry out Bestman duties at my brother's wedding, six weeks later. I therefore decided to take an aggressive approach to my treatment and booked a six week course of acupuncture with a local practitioner. He was offering a two for one deal at the time so my wife Marcy decided to go with me for treatment on her injured pelvis. The clinic operated from a private home and the lounge doubled as the treatment area. This meant that when two people were receiving treatment, one could lie on the treatment table while the second had to lie on a sofa or sit upright on a chair. For the first few visits, everything went according to plan, with both Marcy and I feeling the benefits. I had a little movement in my facial muscles, and Marcy got a little relief from her pain. I have to admit I was getting turned on by the fact that Marcy was stripping down to her panties, in front of this stranger, but what I didn't realise at first, was that so was she! From my position, I watched as the needles were inserted gently into the top of her thighs, hips and also right into her pubic mound through her panties. The fact that Marcy was allowing this guy to touch her in such an intimate place was making me really fucking horny! I told Marcy later about how I was feeling and she laughed and said, "Thought you might be enjoying it, but guess what?, its a real turn on for me too. Not just the fact that I know you are getting pleasure from it but I really like it when the doctor touches my pussy as he is inserting and removing the needles. He seems to be having fun as well because he gets a hard on too." Now, this was all news to me because I hadn't noticed the guy's reaction. I had just assumed that being a professional, he would have seen it all before, but sure enough, on the next visit I made a point of looking at the Doc as he was working and he most certainly did have a stiffy. I was also surprised on this visit, because, Marcy had decided to wear one of her thongs, which left very little to the imagination, and as she lay back on the table I had a great view of her pussy lips. That surprise however was nothing compared to our fourth visit, when Marcy stripped down in preparation for her treatment. As the doctor was arranging his collection of needles in my head and face, I looked over at Marcy who was wearing a knee length skirt and t-shirt. She looked me straight in the eye and then, gently biting her bottom lip as if for courage, she unzipped her skirt and let it drop. I almost dropped to the floor with it because she was not wearing panties at all! Then quick as a flash before she had time to change her mind, she pulled the t-shirt over her head and lay down on the treatment table completely naked! To say I was blown away would be an understatement. The doctor just smiled and said he was delighted that Marcy felt relaxed enough to let her inhibitions go, and it would make his job so much easier. I joked and said that judging by the bulge in his jeans, his job may be a little harder. This time when the needles were inserted, I heard my wife moan with pleasure rather than pain, and right in front of me, she spread her legs slightly giving both the Doc and I a great view of her moist hole. When we were left alone in the room for a few minutes, Marcy actually reached down and inserted a finger into her cunt and slowly tickled her clit. She was still in this position when the doctor walked back in and gently scolded her for causing some of his needles to fall out. When we got home that evening, Marcy was insatiable, and we probably undid all the doctor's good work by our lovemaking that night. I couldn't wait until the next appointment to see how far Marcy was prepared to go, but was surprised when that morning, she informed me that she would not be returning for acupuncture. She explained that although she did not regret any of what had occurred on the previous visit, she had gone as far as she was prepared to go at present. I was really disappointed and told her so, but she then said that rather than lose out on the remaining appointments which were already paid for, she had suggested to her mother that she might go along instead, and Elizabeth had agreed. This alleviated my disappointment a little and I began to think of the possibility of having my mother stripping down to her underwear in front of me. I jokingly said to Marcy, "What if the treatment has the same effect on your mum as it did on you?" She replied that she hoped it did because she felt that her mum needed to relax and live a little. "How do you feel about me being present when your mother is in such an intimate position," I asked. " I wouldn't have suggested it if I had a problem with it," she said, " I know it will give you a thrill, and I hope it will do the same for her." She went on to say that her mother didn't have a problem with the situation either. That evening Elizabeth and I arrived at the clinic, and before we went in I asked her if she was comfortable with the arrangement. She replied that as she was only receiving treatment on her neck and shoulder, she would be fine. When we went in, she removed her jacket and pullover, to reveal a sleeveless tee underneath which allowed the doctor complete access to the area to be treated. Foiled again, I sat down and waited for my turn. On our way home afterwards, Elizabeth said, " I really enjoyed that, Marcy was right, it was so relaxing and liberating. I can't wait until next time!" A couple of days later, I once again picked up Elizabeth and drove to the doctor's home. Elizabeth told the doctor that she had enjoyed her previous visit so much that, as well as treating her shoulder and neck pain this time, she wanted to know if he could do anything about a constant pain she was having down her right side. It started just under her armpit and went down to her ankle, probably caused by frequent gardening. The doctor explained that while he could treat most ailments, he felt that, just as he had told Marcy, he needed the patient to relax totally, and Elizabeth may wish to book a one-on-one appointment, where she could be treated in private with no one else in the room. He felt that as this type of treatment would require her to strip to her underwear, he did not want to embarrass either her or I by asking her to do so while I was present. I offered to skip my treatment and wait in the car but to my utter shock and amazement, Elizabeth turned to the doctor and said, " I hope you won't be insulted, but I would be even more uncomfortable being half-naked in a room with a complete stranger, so I would like my son to stay." She then turned to me and said, "You don't mind, do you?." If she had looked at my crotch, she would have got her answer, but I muttered, "n-no" anyway. Then just like her daughter had done, she bit down on her bottom lip, summoned up her courage and took off her top, and stood before me in a white lacy bra. Without looking at me, she then proceeded to remove her skirt and quickly lay face down on the treatment table. Her bra and panties were a matching set and it was obvious to me that this was not a spur of the moment thing, but rather something she had prepared for. For the next ninety minutes I was treated to the beautiful sight of my mother's panty clad ass only a few feet away from me. Her underwear was very modest and revealed nothing but I watched as the doctor inserted needles all down her side and even in her ass cheek. On the return journey, Elizabeth thanked me for being there, and I stupidly replied that it was a pleasure. " I really enjoyed it," I said, and noticed her eyebrows raise slightly. For the next couple of days, I fantasised about where our next visit would lead, but as is the story of my life, that was as far as it went. I still got to enjoy the sight of my semi-naked mother, but whether through self will or fear, our remaining visits were uneventful. However, things would get a little more interesting a few weeks later. On the morning of my brother's wedding, one of my duties as best man was to drive the groom's mother, namely Elizabeth, to the church. To simplify matters, it was decided that she would get dressed at our home. As Marcy was extremely busy getting the kids ready as well as dressing herself, Elizabeth asked my help in putting on a necklace and earrings. She was very emotional about her eldest son finally getting married and her hands were shaking as she handed me the jewellery. Mine were also shaking but for a different reason. Then she asked me to pin on her corsage as she had tried a couple of times without success. I took the flower and pin and attempted to get them to stay in place, all the while thinking about how close I was to her breasts. I was no more succesful than she had been herself, so as a last resort she suggested that I pin it to her bra strap. As her dress had a high collar and long sleeves, the only way to get access to her bra strap was to unzip the back of her dress. She realised this and told me to go ahead. I slowly pulled the zipper down to her waist and was amazed to see that her underwear was much less substantial than anything she had worn during our acupuncture sessions. As I pushed the pin through the outer garment and attached it to the bra strap, the back of my hand was resting on top of her left breast and I had a great view of the curvature of her tit to slightly above the nipple. I almost came in my shorts right there. I reluctantly zipped her up again and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek and a nervous thank you. About four days after the wedding. I thought I was in big trouble when Marcy said she wanted to discuss something she had found on my computer. She had been searching for some files relating to a fundraising committee she was involved in, when she accidently discovered a draught copy of the first part of this story. She said that even though she had been shocked originally, she realised after reading it, that it gave her a better idea of my frustration, as well as my love for her. She admitted that she had actually made her discovery while we were attending the acupuncture clinic, and that had been the main reason behind her out of character display on our last joint visit. It had also given her the idea of involving her mother in the treatment, because she had been aware for some time that her mother was unhappy and she wanted to help her. She had convinced her mum that it would be a good idea and encouraged her to have me present during her sessions as "protection." She did not know how far her mother would allow things to develop but was prepared to let it run its course. I began to panic then, and asked her if Elizabeth knew of my writing or my feelings, but she said that she had told her nothing. She had avoided telling me any earlier in case I tried to control the situation and in my frustration, push things too far. When I enquired as to why she had decided to have this conversation with me right now, her reply caught me off guard. "Mum wants you to pose for her, and I told her you would be delighted, so I wanted you to know that I am comfortable with you helping her out in this way." "What do you mean pose?" I asked dumbfounded. Over the years, Elizabeth has developed a number of hobbies from which she not only gets great enjoyment, but has achieved a small amount of success. As well as being a keen gardener, she loves to paint and in recent years has also taken up photography. She attends garden fairs and shows, and usually returns with an armful of prizes for her floral displays and plants. She has joined a painting class and had her work displayed in numerous exhibitions and has even managed to sell a few paintings. She has also entered a number of photography competitions, winning a couple of commendations. On this occasion however she had decided to withdraw from a particular competition when she discovered that the theme was "The Naked Body." As a normally very reserved lady, she could see no way that she would be able to ask anyone to model for her, and was certainly not about to enter any self portraits. However, Marcy had not been entirely honest with me, because when she heard of her mother's decision to withdraw, she had suggested that I would be happy to help her out. The idea was Marcy's and not her mother's as I had been led to believe. Elizabeth was not entirely convinced, but when I told her that it would be a shame if she were to miss out on the competion, she agreed and decided that she would take a few shots of me bare chested and then in a pair of shorts and possibly in my briefs. After that we would wing it. We agreed that I would only pose completely naked when she was ready. It was a strange situation, because it is normally the model who is nervous about such things rather than the photographer. I was a little too eager to get started but we decided to start the following weekend. Fate however, was to raise his ugly head once again, and I thought that our photography session was doomed. On the Thursday morning of that week, Elizabeth found a lump on her left breast! Marcy took her to the local hospital and they arranged to carry out some tests on the Friday. We then had an agonising wait until the following Monday morning for the results, and I automatically assumed that no photographs would be taken that weekend. I was wrong. Elizabeth did not want any fuss made of her and insisted that we carry on as normal. Therefore I arrived at her door on Saturday morning and she showed me to the lounge where she had set up her equipment. She did not have a load of expensive gear or fancy lighting but made do with a mid range digital camera and some strategically placed lamps. I immediately removed my shirt and she rattled off a couple of shots. Now I cannot claim to be model material but I don't think I look too bad. A little thick around the waist but apart from that, not bad for a forty year old. After a few minutes of relative silence, and without looking at me, Elizabeth said, "Do you want to take anything else off now? " This was going a little faster than I had expected, but without replying I stripped to my boxers and posed as comfortably as possible in such a situation. After rattling off at least 15 or 20 shots, I pulled up a chair and sat on it which was supposed to give a different dimension to the photos but was also a stupid attempt by me to hide my growing erection, which I was sure Elizabeth had noticed, but at this stage I didn't want to embarrass her and ruin everything. However after about 45 minutes of our session, I noticed that there were tears running down my mother's cheeks. "Are you ok?, do you want to stop" I asked, but she shook her head and said she was fine. Ten minutes later it was pretty obvious that she was not fine, and the camera shook in her hands as she prepared to take the next shot. I knew she was distracted and was thinking about her test results, and I made a decision right there to give her something to help her forget her troubles. I stood up and pulled my boxers off and stood in front of my wife's mother, completely naked with my cock standing proudly in front of me. Elizabeth gasped and almost dropped her camera, she looked at my cock and then at my face and I began to think that I had fucked up. She then set the camera on a table and rushed out of the room. I pulled on my boxers and followed her into the kitchen where she was sitting at the table with her head in her hands. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, "but I thought that the whole idea was for me to be naked in the final shots anyway." "Yes" she whispered, "but you were hard, and I wasn't prepared for that." I sat beside her, careful not to invade her space, and explained to her that she was my wife's mother, but she was also a woman, and that being semi-naked in front of her had caused my erection. I told her that seeing her in a similar position a few weeks before had caused a similar effect. She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face. "But I'm 66 with a withered old body," she gasped. I scolded her and told her not to think like that. She was a beautiful woman who had suffered enough and needed to get on with her life and stop blaming herself for her husband's indiscretions. After about five minutes she stood up and walked back to the lounge without speaking. When I followed she appeared to have regained control and as I entered the room she said, "take them off again, we are going to finish this project." Once again I stepped out of my boxers but this time Elizabeth raised her camera and began shooting. My erection, which had gone away, did not take long to return and when I looked at Elizabeth she smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment." Nothing further happened that day, except for the bad case of blue balls I suffered until I got home where Marcy was waiting to hear what had happened. I left nothing out but felt embarrassed when I mentioned the fact that I was erect in most of the photos. Marcy laughed and said her mum must have been shocked, but I was only human after all. I was like an animal that night as we fucked and luckily for me, it was one of Marcy's good days and she was almost as carefree as I was when she sucked my cock and we even managed to try out Marcy's favorite position with her on top. The next morning as we lay in bed, Marcy turned to me and said, "Were you thinking of mum as we fucked last night?" I admitted that I had done, and told my wife that even though I loved her deeply, I knew she was concerned for her mother's health, both physical and mental, and I would help in any way I could. I told her that I would not do anything she wasn't in total agreement with. I asked her if she planned on me becoming physical with her mother. "If you mean do I want you to fuck her?, I'm not sure yet. I don't know if any of us is ready for something that extreme just yet," she said. On Monday morning we all breathed a sigh of relief, when the test results came back negative. It had all been a false alarm. On my way home from work that evening, I stopped at Elizabeth's home to congratulate her on the good news. She greeted me at the door with a warm and happy embrace. "I was scared," she admitted but thank God its over." She invited me to stay for dinner and I agreed after ringing Marcy to tell her where I was. "Ok love, but be gentle," was my wife's reply before she hung up. What did she mean? Had she decided to allow me to fuck her mother? I returned to the lounge where the photographic equipment was still set up from the previous Saturday. Elizabeth was adjusting the camera on its tripod when I entered the room and I asked her if she wanted to take some more photographs. "Yes" she said quietly and I began to remove my shirt. "Stop, don't do that," she said. She looked directly at me and voice shaking, said, "I want you to photograph me this time." I don't know if this had come about as a result of her relief over her test results or my comments to her a few days earlier, but to be honest I didn't really care. My Frustration Ch. 02 Elizabeth walked to the centre of the room without speaking and started to unbutton her white blouse. I took a few quick shots and watched as she finally removed the blouse to reveal what I believed to be the same bra, or a similar one to the one she wore on the day of the wedding. She was wearing her favorite brown velvet skirt which she now unzipped and dropped to the floor alongside the blouse. I suddenly realised that I was staring and had forgotten the camera, so I ran off a couple of shots without really paying too much attention to the layout of the photo. Elizabeth then slowly slipped off her pantyhose and stood there in her revealing bra and panties. I still didn't know how far she planned on going, but I wasn't about to spoil the moment by asking. So far, she had done all this while looking at the floor, but she now raised her head and looked me in the eyes, and then taking a deep breath, she reached behind her and undid her bra. She didn't drop it straight away but rather held it in front of her tits. I was breathless, waiting for her to either carry on or to lose her new found courage and stop. She decided to continue. Her bra followed the other items on the floor and she spread her arms wide to give me a full view of her 66 year old tits, which I must admit, surprised me by how firm they still were even without support. As if in a dream, she turned her back to me and quickly peeled off her panties. She did not have the co-ordination or choreography of a professional stripper, but she was still giving me a raging hard-on. Her beautiful ass which I had jerked off to many times was now naked before me, and as I was still admiring the view, she turned around. I couldn't take it all in. Here I was with a woman I had known 20 years, my wife's mother, willingly displaying her naked pussy to me. I eventually remembered to breathe and said, "WOW." I stared at her grey pubes which showed just a hint of her slit and slowly raised my eyes up over her slightly thickened tummy to her still pert tits and eventually to her face, which was looking at me a little concerned. "Is it what you expected?," she asked nervously. "Even better than I could have imagined," I replied. "Aren't you going to take any more photographs?" she asked. I took the camera off its mounting and walked towards her while taking various close-up shots of her tits and pussy but so far nothing explicit. I asked if she was ok or if she wanted to get dressed again, but she replied that she was fine if a little nervous. " Maybe I should get undressed too," I blurted out, but she shook her head. " I don't think I'm ready for both of us being naked at the same time. I'm enjoying things as they are and I know you are aroused but I think you should save that for your wife at home, don't you?" I nodded and she continued, "We don't want to rush things. This was a big life changing decision for me and I need time to consider were I want to go with this." "I know both Marcy and you are concerned but I need to do this on my own terms. I know you will understand." I told her that I loved her very much and would do whatever she wanted, and then to lighten the mood a little I said, "If you decide to have another little party like this, don't forget to invite me." She laughed and promised that she would. I wanted to hug her but was conscious of her nakedness, and she too must have felt the same way because she pulled on her skirt and blouse, neglecting her underwear, before walking over to me and wrapping her arms around me and kissing me full on the lips. "I know I have said it before," she said, "but thank you for helping me through all this." "No, thank you Elizabeth, for allowing me to share in this with you. I have dreamt of something like this for many years but never thought it could happen," I answered, before leaving my mother's home to return to her anxious, and probably extremely horny daughter. To be continued... My Frustration Ch. 03 In the earlier parts of my story I spoke of the frustrating relationship that I endure with my wife and her mother. Things had started to improve, with my mother lowering her defences and starting to shrug off some of her inhibitions. My wife also appeared to be encouraging me to bring her mother out of her shell, and I was of course only too happy to oblige. A few days after my amazing photography session with Elizabeth, my wife Marcy took it upon herselfto tell her mother that she was fully aware of what had taken place. Elizabeth was not surprised because she was knew that Marcy and I did not keep secrets from one another. She said to Marcy, "I have been thinking so much about my life recently, especially since I found the lump on my breast, and I know that I have been too uptight since your father left. I know now that I have been wrong to blame myself for his indiscretions. I am jealous of the relationship that you have with your husband and I have decided to start living again." Marcy asked her what she had in mind, and Elizabeth replied that she had noticed one of the gentlemen in her art class was paying her a lot of attention recently, and up to now she had ignored him but maybe it was time to throw him a bone. Her method of encouragement was to wear much more revealing clothes when she next attended her class, and to her initial embarrassment but eventual delight, she received compliments from all of the male members in the group. As a result of this she became much more confident and took a more active role in the class. Within a few months Elizabeth was unrecognisable from the little old lady she had been. A new hairstyle, low cut tops and shorter skirts had transformed her into a vibrant new woman. However there was still a problem! Even though she was now a much less inhibited person, she admitted to Marcy and I that it was so long since she had actual physical contact with a man that she was afraid she would be a complete let down in the bedroom. As a result of this she had failed to bond completely with any of her new admirers in the art class. When any of these men had initiated any form of sexual activity she pushed them away, and although outwardly she had changed, inwardly she was still having difficulty letting go. I jokingly told her that I would help her with her studies and give her a few lessons. She laughed and said that I had already done enough to help her and it would be wrong of her to expect anything more. Marcy was listening to this conversation and interrupted saying, "But he wants to help mum, so why don't you take him up on his offer?" I was just as shocked as Elizabeth, because apparently Marcy had decided that she was going to allow me to fuck her mother after all. Elizabeth's reply however shocked me even more when she said, "I would like both of you to be involved, because I am so grateful for what you have done so far, but I do not want to be the cause of any friction between you, so I will not agree to anything unless it is completely open and agreeable to all three of us." At this point I would like to say that Elizabeth was not the only one having problems with her new image. For a number of months I had watched her change into someone totally different and when I saw her with one of her new male friends, I was torn apart with jealousy. I was the one who had drawn her out of her inner torment, albeit with Marcy's encouragment, and now I was in danger of losing her to some old bastard who knew nothing about what she had gone through, and just wanted to get his hands on her tits. So to say that I was delirious with joy when none of her relationships lasted would be putting it mildly. Then for her to consent to having sex with me was simply the metaphorical placing of the cherry on top. We discussed how we were going to carry out Elizabeth's re-introduction into a life of orgasmic delights, and decided that as the kids would be staying with friends on the following Friday night, Elizabeth would stay with us and we would proceed from there. The next three days were probably the longest I can remember, and Marcy and I discussed the ground rules. I was of course hoping that the do's would greatly outnumber the don't's, but once again Marcy surprised me when she said, "I am happy to go as far as mum wishes, even if that includes you and I screwing while she watches, or mutual masturbation, but you must remember that this is my mother and I am still a little freaked by the fact that she insists on me being there. I thought that I could encourage her to live a little and at the same time repay you for your friendship, love, and most of all your understanding throughout our relationship. You have never forced me to do anything I didn't want to do and showed great patience when I couldn't provide you with the kind of physical attention I know you craved. I love you dearly but it really upsets me when my illness prevents me from loving you in the way that I want to." She went on to say that despite her reservations she had no intention of backing out, and said that after all I had seen her mother naked which was more than she had ever done, so to be honest she was a little turned on at the idea of some form of physical contact with Elizabeth. I couldn't believe it when I heard myself telling her to slow down, that she was getting a little ahead of herself, and that nothing had happened yet, but at the same time I was telling myself that somehow, somewhere, someone had decided that I should receive all my Christmas and birthday presents at once. However, a little voice in my head was also warning me not to go through with it. Throughout the many years of frustration I had suffered, my love for Marcy had never diminished and I knew that nothing could ever damage that no matter how badly our planned evening turned out, but it was not my union with my wife that worried me. I had always adored Elizabeth regardless of her inhibitions and conservatism, and would have done anything to help her but at the same time I felt very protective towards her. After all I lived closer to her than her two sons and I was the one she called when she needed assistance or something repaired. Just as I mentioned earlier about feeling jealous when she started dating again, I was now concerned that she was drifting away from me. She may not need me any more after this! On Friday evening, after the kids had left, I drove to Elizabeth's house to collect her and decided that I was going to give her the opportunity to change her mind. I used my key to let myself in and called out to her as I entered. She was in the upstairs bathroom and shouted to me to come on up. With my heart trying to punch a hole in my chest I walked up the stairs to be greeted by a truly beautiful sight. My naked mother was sitting on the edge of the bath attempting to trim her pubic hair. Now this was the first time I had seen her naked since our impromptu photographic session and she looked so much more relaxed in my presence. Without speaking she held out a small razor to me and opened her legs. I could see that she had already shaved her legs but had not yet started on her pubic region. She lifted a can of shaving gel and squirted some onto her hand and rubbed it all over her pussy area. "I wanted to make sure that I was presentable for you both tonight," she said, "and I decided to have a downstairs haircut but my hands are shaking so why don't you help me out." So much for my idea of letting her back out of our plan! I got down on my knees in front of her and using my left hand to draw her wrinkled skin taut, I began to shave my mother's sixty seven year old pussy. I don't think I really thought about the significance of my actions. After all I was the first person, male or female, to touch this part of Elizabeth's body in almosy thirty years. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Gently, gently, don't make me jump." I was in heaven and continued shaving until there was only a small patch of hair remaining. I held her vaginal lips between my fingers and trimmed all around them and used the opportunity to run my finger over her clitoris. She tensed up immediately and gripped the side of the bath even harder. I asked if she wanted me to stop or if she wanted me to remove all her pubic hair. "I don't give a fuck if you remove it all", she said, "but don't you dare stop what you are doing with your finger." Well there you go then, not only was this the first time in twenty years that I had heard Elizabeth use any form of expletive but I had just been awarded a license to thrill, so like the obedient son that I am, I carried on shaving while at the same time stroking and teasing her clit. When I had removed all her pussy hair and washed the area clean, I decided that the look of content on her face was all the invitation I needed so I gently inserted my index finger into her vagina. She almost melted into the bath and I had to grab her before she fell backwards. In grabbing her my face came in contact with one of her breasts so my reflex action was to kiss it. Her body had relaxed so much that I don't think she could have remained upright if I hadn't been supporting her. I licked around her nipples and then before things went any further, I lifted her and carried her through to the bedroom and laid her softly on the bed. I proceeded to kiss her breasts again and slowly worked my way down her body. My tongue found her belly button and carried on its journey south. She screamed loudly when I licked her slit and shouted, "Yes, oh fuck yes, don't stop," so I didn't. I was fully prepared to fuck her right there and then and I don't think she would have objected, but then the phone rang! Reluctantly I answered it and Marcy asked if everything was ok. She was beginning to think that her mother had changed her mind. I assured her that that was far from the case and told her that I was helping Elizabeth pick out an appropriate outfit for the evening. "Tell her to come as she is," said Marcy, "I don't think I can stand waiting any longer." Elizabeth liked the idea of arriving at our home wearing her birthday suit but decided that it might be too much for Marcy, to say nothing of the neighbours. She dressed quickly in a chocolate brown dress with a full length zipper down the back and matching stilettos which brought her height to around 5'4" tall. She decided against underwear and we jumped in the car for the short five minute journey. She laughed as we were driving and commented on how far things had come since she had run from the room at the sight of my erect cock. When we arrived home, we found Marcy in the lounge dressed in her favourite black evening gown which she usually wore with a bodystocking underneath because she is very self conscious about her figure and does not like her tummy bulging. We were all very uncomfortable and as neither Marcy or I drink alcohol, we could not reach for any as dutch courage. Elizabeth, however does enjoy a glass of wine so I broke the silence by offering her one. She accepted and sat down on the nearest armchair. I noticed that Marcy had done likewise but on the chair farthest away from her mother. I tried to lighten the mood by suggesting we play strip poker to break us in gently. Elizabeth agreed but suddenly Marcy stood up, walked silently across the room and kissed her mother full on the lips. She told Elizabeth that she loved her and would do anything to help her. Elizabeth told her that she was well aware of our love for her which was why she had insisted on both of us being there. She then told Marcy what we had really been doing when she had rung earlier. Without speaking, Marcy reached down and lifted the hem of Elizabeth's dress and began to raise it. When her mother's newly bald pussy appeared, Marcy began to cry which confused her mother and I. I was about to make some excuse for my actions and try to console my wife, when she bent down and planted a delicate kiss on her mother's pubis. That was the signal for Elizabeth to ask me to unzip her which I did in a second and she let her dress fall to the floor. She stepped back far enough to allow her daughter to admire her naked form and spread her arms wide and went, "Ta Da, what do you think?" Marcy was still emotional and couldn't speak, but she turned around for me to unbutton her dress and she too was naked underneath although unlike her mother, she had neglected to shave her pussy. I didn't know what to do next but strangely felt embarrassed that I was still fully dressed so I stupidly asked permission to get undressed. Both ladies laughed and told me to hurry up, so I obliged and before long I was standing in a room with two naked women and my cock was standing to attention like never before. Elizabeth looked at my penis and smiled and asked for a group hug. We all embraced and my dick was grabbed by both women who laughed yet again when they realised that they were both on the same wavelength. However, the enormity of what we had done so far and where about to do suddenly dawned on Elizabeth. In her hand she was holding an stiff cock for the first time in three decades. She had reached for it automatically but now that she was standing there in a naked huddle with the two of us, her fingers entwined with her daughter's around my manhood, she decided that she didn't want to continue. For the first time in thirty years she was about to be sexually intimate with a man, and her daughter was there to witness it, and that was the problem. "I know I insisted that you both be here and I admit I am extremely turned on, and do not want to reject the enormous compliment of an erect penis, but I don't think I am ready to involve my only daughter in the process," she said. "That's fine, mum," Marcy replied, "I know I kissed your bare pussy a moment ago but I was so overtaken with emotion that you where allowing us to do this for you. It may sound funny as we are both holding my husband's dick but I don't think I am ready to get intimate with you. I am really horny just thinking about watching you both fucking or being fucked while you watch, and we won't take it any further than that." I stepped back and allowed the two of them to embrace again and Marcy then lay down on the sofa and ordered me to fuck her. In recent months I had been constantly amazed by how confident Marcy had become and I was filled with love and admiration. It was a very emotional experience for each of us, but at that moment the sight of my beautiful wife spreadeagled in front of me begging for attention, while her mother stood nude only a few feet away was almost impossible to bear. I kissed Elizabeth passionately on the lips and then joined my wife on the sofa where my hardness immediately found its way into her moist hole. We fucked like newly weds, covered in sweat and without the gentle probing which we were used to. Marcy's physical condition normally dictated the position that we made love in and the vigour with which it was carried out, but for the first time in a long time, all that was forgotten. I would like to say that we fucked for quite a while, but as it was the first time we had done it with an audience I came pretty quickly, too quickly for my ravenous wife. When I withdrew my shrinking erection from her pussy, she replaced it with her hand and began to rub her clit, all the while moaning and writhing around on the sofa. Elizabeth, meanwhile had positioned herself so that she had a perfect view of our lovemaking and while I was distracted by my wife fingering herself, I suddenly realised that her mother had also resorted to manual stimulation. She was sitting on a chair with her legs opened slightly and had two fingers buried in her vagina. She was biting her lip as if she was trying not to make a sound but was matching her daughter stroke for stroke. I walked over to Elizabeth and kissed her once more and allowed my lips and tongue to slide down her neck to her tits. I kissed each one in turn, paying particular attention to her nipples, before slowly working my way down over her belly to the valley of heavenly delights below. She opened her legs a little further and removed her hand to allow me access. I grabbed her hand and sucked her essence from her fingers,before teasing her clit with my tongue. Just as she had done earlier in the evening she cried out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face tight against her cunt. I traced out each leter of the alphabet on her moist cuntlips and when I got as far as T, I was rewarded with a sudden arching of her back, another cry of pleasure and a face full of love juice which escaped her pussy in a hurry. While she was still in the throes of ecstasy I looked over at Marcy who had also climaxed and was now watching her mother and I. She nodded her encouragement so I changed my position and raised Elizabeth's legs slightly and pressed my re-invigorated tool against her slit. I had no problem entering her because she was so wet but I did have difficulty staying inside her because of this wetness. I was about to try a different position when Marcy intervened and held my cock in place while I rode her mother. Elizabeth was like a gusher, and she came in wave after wave, with years of pent up emotion and repression released at once. We collapsed together totally drained. This was the first time I had ever cum twice in one night and I immediately decided that I didn't care what I had to do from now on but this experience was going to be repeated. Marcy wrapped herself around us both and we lay there as one. After about 20 minutes I was hard again and as my cock was still inside Elizabeth, I began to grind against her once more and took up where I had left off except this time she was not as wet and there was a little more friction as I slid in and out of her cunt. Marcy stood up at this stage and went to the bathroom and left her mother and I to finish what we were doing. Elizabeth couldn't take much more of this and reluctantly asked me to stop because she was in pain. She may have been willing to contiue but her aged body would not allow it. I did as she asked and lay back beside her. After a few minutes she got to her feet and said she needed to use the bathroom also, "I'm busting" she said and left the room. I followed her because I needed to piss also but needed to get rid of my erection first. Marcy was seated on the toilet when we walked in, and she wiped and stood up to allow Elizabeth to sit, but her mum was a little hesitant. "I know we have just shared something very special but toilet duties are something else. I have never had anyone present when I pee, not even my husband." Marcy went to leave but I had decided to stay and told Elizabeth that this was part of the re-awakening process, and that from now on there could be no more closed doors unless the kids were present, and if a door was closed, there was to be no more knocking before entering. We three were now one and we were to be open minded about every situation. Marcy agreed and when I went on to say that I would be pissing as soon as I got rid of my boner, she got on her knees in front of me and started to suck my cock. Elizabeth was so busy watching this that she had forgotten she needed to pee. I suddenly thought that maybe she had not indulged in oral sex with her husband, if her reaction to my tongue licking earlier and the strange look she had on her face right now was anything to go by. I asked her if she have ever given a blow job and she shook her head and said, My Frustration Ch. 03 "No way! that would have been totally out of the question. I always imagined that it was totally disgusting which is why I was so shocked when you did it to me and I couldn't believe how fantastic it really was. Is it just as pleasurable for the man?" I told her that all men like to receive but not all are as keen to give, but in my case I enjoyed both. With her eyes still glued to the scene in front of her, Elizabeth sat on the bowl and began to urinate, as if this was something she did every day. I exploded over Marcy's mouth and chin just as Elizabeth finished peeing. I think the combination of the lips around my shaft and the sound of piss hitting the bowl drove me over the edge. Quickly before Elizabeth had finished completely, I told her that I wanted to dry her off and I reached for the toilet paper but she was adamant that she would do it herself. "I'm not completely useless, I can do some things for myself" she scolded and grabbed the tissue from my hand. As soon as she had finished she stepped to one side and I took a piss while she watched intently. "How many more new things am I going to experience with you two" she gasped, "I have never seen a man pee before." I promised her that together we could explore lots of new possibilities as long as she put her reservations behind her and was open to suggestion. She said that the last few months had been mindnumbing with all the changes in her life, but all that she had witnesed and experienced that evening was unreal and she found it hard to believe that she had gone as far as she had. She could honestly say that she had no regrets about any of it and would have no problem with any further suggestions we might have. So all I had to do now was use my imagination. To be continued