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Chapter IV - Jim

I have just said goodbye to Stephanie.  Now, I am at the airport 
in the Midwest, waiting for my flight to San Francisco.  There I 
would rent a car to drive to the Valley, where I would start 
working after New Year's.  As I have a couple of hours until my 
flight, I want to tell my part of the story.  As I am one the 
last of those who tell their stories, I shall not waste time to 
retell the same story the second time.

I start my story from the time of my period of growing-up.  We 
were a well-to-do family in a small town of the Midwest farming 
area.  We were 4 in the family.  My parents, Ted and Marylin, my 
sister Gladys and myself.  My parents were young, I was born when 
Marylin was 18.  Gladys, my sister, is 2 years younger than 
myself.  Until I was 16, my life was uneventful.  I did 
everything that boys of my age did.  We went to parties, tried to 
make out with girls, usually without success, and learned the 
facts of life.  Although I was a normal boy, it never occurred to 
me that my parents sex life could be a way of sex education.  I 
know now that I was probably an exception to the rule, but it 
never occurred to me to spy on my parents.  They were quite 
young, both sportive and goodlooking, and I am sure that I could 
have learned a lot. 

I must add here, that we had a small swimming pool in our yard.  
Once, when I was about 10, I woke up in one summer night and saw 
my parents in the swimming pool, skinny dippinng.  They came home 
from some party and decided to have a swim, without bothering to 
get their swimsuits.  After they got out of the water, they made 
love on one of the reclining chairs at the poolside.  Now I know 
that they made love.  Then I saw that they made some kind of 
wrestling, with funny noises.  It did not make much impression on 
me, after all Gladys and I were wrestling all the time, in and 
out of the water.

Then my father Ted died in a car accident.  He had a business of 
farm supplies, feed, seeds, implements, etc....He was in contact 
with the farmers, he visited them to see to their problems, to 
deliver urgent supplies, etc.  Mother managed the business, 
laborers, drivers, supplies, money.  It was a well-established 
family business and we were comfortable off.

Fathers' death put us in deep mourning....He was my father and my 
friend.  We played softball on family picnics, went fishing and 
camping together, and he was always good for some advice, or some 
special allowance, when circumstances required it.  He died when 
I was 16.  He never got around to telling me about the birds and 
the bees, as he knew that I was way past that stage. The only 
time when he got around to that subject, he said:

"Jim, my boy, whatever you do, let your body follow your head and 
not the other way round."

I know that he did not mean himself.  Mother was his one and only 
love, from high school, and there never was any doubt that they 
would marry.  With his death, the life of the whole family 
changed.  We became more closed, more withdrawn.  For some 
reason, the circle of my parents' old friends narrowed.  I did 
not understood the reasons for it then, but I leave that part of 
the story to Marylin.  Mother went out less and less, and out of 
her circle of friends not many remained, mainly single women like 
herself, divorcees, widows, etc. 

Then I already knew that grownups have sex life too, having had a 
nice experience with the mother of one of my schoolmates, but I 
do not think that Marylin had much of a sexlife, if at all. She 
certainly hadn't had dates, as I had.  Sometimes, she went out to 
dinner with some old schoolfriend, but usually returned home at 
decent hours.  Of course she might have done a lot of things, but 
I doubted it.  She was not the type for short encounters at back 
seats or in out-of-the-way motels....

Marylin managed the business, as she did when Dad was still 
alive.  She hired a man to be in contact with the customers, but 
as far as the business went, there was no change.  When she was 
not in the business, she was mostly at home, reading a lot, 
watching TV and spending time with us.  We made family picnics, 
went to movies together and used the swimming pool.  I would say 
that in summer, we were most of the time in bathing suits.  
Sometimes I had my friends over, but most of the time there were 
only the three of us. 

We liked it that way.  She was wonderful to both of us.  Firm, 
when necessary, a good mother all the time, and a good friend.  
She helped me and Gladys with our homework.  There is one more 
detail, which I haven't told so far.  She was breathtakingly 
beautiful.  She had a full figure, not fat, genuine blond hair 
and a complexion of a young girl.  She also had, and still has, a 
very good sense of humor....She could have had any man in the 
town, if she wanted to.  For some reason, she did not want.  She 
kept away from her old friends, or her old friends kept away from 
her, and she did not look for new ones.  She preferred being with 
us. 

 When a boy of 16-17 grows up in a house with two women around, 
he is exposed to womens' underwear, toilette articles, tweezers, 
lipsticks, etc. lying around the house.  He also has a constant 
exposure to tufts of pubic hair escaping from beneath a bathing 
suit,  to dresses which cling to the cleavage of buttocks  when 
getting up from chairs, to clear outlines of pussies shown in wet 
bathingsuits, and glimpses of bras and panties every now and 
then.  I do not mean that a boy has to spy to see all these.  
They just happen all the time.  I did not have to spy after 
Gladys to know when she received her periods.  We shared a 
bathroom, and at certain times of the month boxes of tampons 
appeared out of nowhere, to disappear after a few days.  I did 
not have to spy after mother to see her breasts.  When she made 
breakfasts for us in her housegown and put over her nightshirt, 
it was a very rare morning that I did not see at least part of 
her body.

We had such an intimate connection, the three of us, that it was 
no wonder that mother bcame a sex object for me.  I think that 
every boy goes through this period.  If he wouldn't then the 
famous Oedipus complex would not exist.  In my case it went much 
farther.  I always loved my mother, but slowly I saw that I did 
not love her, I was in love with her.  Suddenly I realized that I 
wanted to see those occasional glimpses, and from that to real 
spying though keyholes, etc. was only one small step.  I must 
admit that I saw her dressing and bathing a lot.  I also must 
admit that I had huge erections whenever I was around her.  I 
succeeded to hide it when fully dressed, at least I think that I 
succeeded.  Anyway, Mother never noticed it, certainly never 
mentioned it to me.  In the pool in summer it was more difficult, 
so I had to spend most of the time in water, hoping that the 
water will cover it.  Of course, it did not.  In addition, when 
swimming and frolicking around, I bumped into her and Gladys many 
times.  Gladys probably did not know then what an erection meant, 
but Mother must have known. 

Of course, she noticed it.  Much later, when we were already 
lovers, I asked her about it, and she admitted that she noticed 
it from the beginning, but decided to disregard it, hoping that 
it was a passing phase.  If you think that this story is going 
along the lines of most mother-son incest stories, e.g. horny 
mother jumps into bed with growing son, and they fuck happily 
ever after, then you better stop reading it, our story is quite 
different.  I was obsessed with her.  Every time when I went to 
bed, my imagination worked overtime, and I masturbated myself to 
sleep having sex with her in all possible and impossible 
positions.  As far as she was concerned, she was my mother, and 
nothing else.  When I started actively pursuing my aims, she 
might have noticed it but certainly did nothing to encourage it.  
Mind you, it was not easy for her to see the difference. We were 
a close and loving family.  It was the most natural thing for me 
to kiss her and Gladys. The same for her too.  So, how could she 
know when the kiss of a loving boy had turned into a kiss of a 
would-be lover?

When I was old enough to have my driving license, Mother bought 
me a car.  She told me that she expected me to help out a bit, as 
she was not keen on driving alone, on the few occasions when she 
went to see friends, parties, etc.  So I started to bring her to 
her friends and drove her home later on.  My active part in 
seducing her started in one of these drives. 

One evening she spent with some friends out of the town.  I 
picked her up after 11 at night and drove home.  She wore a 
simple short black dress.  She sat in the seat next to me, 
slumped back.  The short dress rode up on her thighs.  It was a 
chilly autumn night, the windows of the car were closed.  
Mother's perfume was intoxicating, and the sight of her thighs, 
with a narrow strip of skin showing above the top of her 
stockings, drove me mad.  Her eyes were closed.  The radio was 
on, some soft music was playing.  Mother hummed the melody.  I 
decided to try my luck.

I was not too daring.  I put my hand on the joystick of the gear 
and touched her leg with the back of my hand.  I hadn't moved it, 
just left it there, touching her lightly.  It felt like burning.  
She did not react.  It is possible that she had not felt it, but 
most probably she did and decided to disregard it.  After all, it 
was innocent enough.  After a few minutes of quiet touching of 
her thigh, I decided to move my hand a bit, pushing upward, 
revealing more flesh in the process.  Again I tried to do it as 
an involuntary movement, as a result of a lurch of the car.  I 
was hoping that one more little movement, and I shall reach the 
area of her panties.  However, when I moved my hand the next 
time, she sat up, like she has woken up, opened her eyes and 
looked at me smiling:

"Well, we are nearing home." 

We were really nearing home.  I parked the car, we got out and 
went in.  Inside, she thanked me for the drive, pecked me on the 
cheek and went up to her bedroom.  So did I.  There was no 
mention of my hands, whatever had happened or did not on the 
road.  There was, however an unexpected continuation.

After we both went up to our bedrooms, which were next to each 
other, I heard a strange buzzing noise from her bedroom.  I crept 
out to her door and looked through the keyhole.  She was laying 
on the bed, still with her dress on, one of her hands inside her 
bra, carressing her breast, and the second hand masturbating 
herself with a vibrator.  It was a long, penislike vibrator, and 
she had pushed it deep inside her.  She had removed her panties.  
Her spread legs were opposite me.  It was the first time that I 
saw her open cunt.  Not only did I see her, I saw her fucking 
herself with the vibrator and saw her beautiful face panting as a 
result, until she came with a small whining moan.

I crept back to my room and started to masturbate.  When I 
finished and my juice had stopped  spurting, I heard her door 
closing.  I was not sure, but I had the feeling that she watched 
me, just as I watched her.  But even if not so, I was sure that 
her excitement was a direct result of our small play on the road 
home.   

Since then we repeated that experience at least once or twice a 
week.  I drove her out, went to see my friends, and picked her up 
late evening.  Underway home, I always managed to touch her, 
always a bit more daringly.  Of course, it was always under some 
pretext.  Once I had to stop the car and she was thrown ahead, 
not wearing a seatbelt.  I succeeded to catch her safely. 
However, when the car stopped, we found ourselves with my left 
hand holding her breasts and my right pulling her to me.  She 
just looked at me with a small smile, but did not remove my 
hands.  I felt her heart beating under my hand.  It was a 
promising situation, but I did not know how to exploit it.  If 
she would have been one of the girls from school, I certainly 
would have known how to bring her to the back seat.

I do not know what would have happened if I tried to continue.  
The problem was that I adored her so much that I could not even 
imagine making love to her on a back seat.  Not that I did not 
want her.  I had a huge erection, which I did not know how to 
hide.  I wanted her desperately but somehow I imagined that it 
must be some special circumstance, to make love to her on an 
altar, spread with white rosepetals.  I had a very romantic 
imagination.

After a few seconds, she stirred and straightened herself.  As 
she did so, I removed my hands. She turned to me and said:

"Thank you dear for saving me.  Next time I shall wear a 
seatbelt" - and pulled down my head to her and kissed me on the 
lips.  It happened many times before, after all she was my mother 
and she kissed us a lot, and vice versa, but I had the feeling 
that she has brushed my lips with her tongue.  Nothing open, just 
a hint.  It did not help to reduce my erection.

We did not talk until we reached home.  Before she went up to her 
room, she came to me, pulled down my head to her, I was a head 
taller than her, and said:

"You were very sweet, I am proud of you"  - she kissed me and run 
up the stairs.  When she pulled down my head, she had to strain 
herself against me.  There was no way for me to hide my erection.  
Of course she had to feel it, but again, if she did, she kept it 
to herself.  Maybe she was proud of me because of the size of my 
erection.

Of course when I went up after her, the vibrator was buzzing and 
she was masturbating on the bed.  This time, she undressed 
completely, and showed me not only her open pussy, with the 
vibrator inside, but her whole writhing body.  I nearly went in, 
but I was afraid that I might lose her completely, if I was 
wrong.  Still, it was obvious that the drive home excited her 
more than any evening drive so far.  I felt that I was on the 
right direction.

It went on like that.  We went out for rides, sometime with the 
excuse of bringing her home, sometime just to have a breath of 
clean air.  Whenever we went out just to have a ride, we did it 
after Gladys went to bed.  The intensity of our relation grew a 
bit but not by much.  We never talked about it, just did it.  She 
kissed me quite often, never with fully open mouth, but nearly 
so. I always managed to caress her breasts, but always under some 
excuse.  When helping her in or out of the car, or such.  Once I 
even had the chance to touch her bottom.  It was always a furtive 
touch, but at the same time it was obvious.  She knew exactly 
that I wanted to touch her, and not once did she do anything to 
stop it.  On the contrary.  Whenever I managed to touch her, 
purely by chance of course, she always managed to extend the 
connection.  If I managed to touch her bottom, she leaned back, 
if her breasts, then she leaned forward.  At long last, I knew 
for sure that she wanted to have these touches, or more 
accurately caresses, not less that I wanted them.

One evening I collected all my courage, and put my hand on her 
thigh and started carressing the inside of her leg.  She sat up, 
and closed her legs on my hand. 

"Jim, aren't you going too far?" she whispered in my ear but she 
left my hand there.  That was the first time that our funny 
relationship, which already had lasted about 2 months, came out 
into the open.  I did not have any answer really.  It might have 
been too much for her, but not nearly enough for me.  I knew that 
this is the time to bring things to the open.

"Mother, you should know that I am miserable.  I love you and 
think only of you.  I know that it is wrong, it is against all 
taboos, but I cannot help it.  I am confused.  You are my mother 
and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.  I really love you very 
much, as a son should.  I love you also in a different way, not 
like a son.  Maybe there is a learned explanation for this, but I 
do not know it....
So , if you think that it is utterly wrong, let's go home right 
now, and I shall not cause you any embarassment again."

I felt like a hero.  I was caught red-handed and I stood up to 
the challenge.  After all I had nothing to lose.  I should have 
known that there is a point, beyond which it must come out to the 
open.  It seems that only in stories can it happen that a son 
crawls into his mother's bed, fucks her and she does not notice 
as she pretends being asleep.  In real life, people seem to be 
more watchful. Probably I thought that it is possible that things 
will go on, always a bit on a higher level, until.....The plain 
fact was, that she drew me like a magnet, or like an electric 
light draws insects, but I did not have much idea to what it all 
might reach, apart of childish imagination.

"Start driving, I shall tell you where to go." - she has 
surprised me.  She directed me out of the town, where there is a 
small wood, with a clearing facing the town.  It is on a small 
hill, in a country which is flat as a table.  During summer, it 
was very much in use as lovers lane, I myself was up there more 
than once.  But now it was winter, and the place was utterly 
deserted.  I stopped the car on the clearing and waited for her 
instructions.  She took my hand and turned to me:

"Do you know why are we here?"

"No Mother.  I understand that this place might have some meaning 
for you, but how it is connected with me, I do not know."

I stopped and kept quiet.  Suddenly I thought of a possible 
connection.  This place is famous as a meeting place for young 
lovers.  If Mother has brought me here, and if this place had 
some special meaning for her, it might mean that she was here 
with someone before.  The someone must have been my father.

I felt uncomfortable.  Suddenly I felt as if I met a ghost.  I 
did not have much to say.  I felt that whatever I might say, 
could be wrong.  So, I was sitting quietly and waiting for her.  
She was sitting quietly too, deep in thoughts.  After a few 
minutes, she turned to me and said:

"Jim let's go home."

Then the most unbelievable happened.  She pulled down my head to 
her and kissed me.  This time, it was not a mother's kiss, but of 
a lover.  She kissed me with open mouth, her tongue exploring 
mine, and her hands pulling me to her.  She also took my left 
hand and put it on her breast.  When she felt my hand cupping her 
breast, her whole body shuddered.  She whispered into my mouth:

"Jim, I have nothing against your car, but I am sure that our 
house is much more comfortable."

I drove home like mad.  I was lucky that it was a late winter 
night, with all the roads deserted.  We reached home in record 
time, went into the house and ran up the stairs.  Mother had the 
sense to direct me to my bedroom, as it was farther from Gladys' 
bedroom.  During the drive I kept my hand on her thighs, well a 
little bit further, as she did with her hand.  The result was 
that once we arrived home, she was completely wet and I nearly 
burst out of my pants.  When we reached my room, we just ripped 
of our clothes, fell on the bed and I was inside her in a second. 
We had our foreplay in the previous 2 months.

It was a night which I shall never forget.  We could not have 
enough of each other.  It was not only from my part.  She wanted 
me just as much as I wanted her.  She pulled me to her with arms 
and legs, entwined me, kept on kissing me, squealing and moaning, 
as she kept on coming.  I think that I came into her at least 5 
times, with practically no rest periods between ejaculation and a 
new start.  She must have had one long orgasm, from the time we 
arrived to the room till the time when the first light already 
appeared in the sky and we were lying in each others' arms, 
exhausted but very happy.

There is one thing which that night taught me.  I was in love 
with her, however funny it may sound, but she was in love with me 
too.  It was so honest, so open, that there could not have been 
any doubt.  Why we needed to have the two months to reach this 
point I could not know, but I did not care either.  It was worth 
it.   Even if it would have been double or triple the time, it 
would have been worth it. 

If I needed it, I had a sure proof that she was indeed my lover, 
in all sense of the word.  After a short time that we became 
lovers, I was alone in the house and out of curiosity I looked 
into her drawers of her bedside table.  I found the famous 
vibrator there.  It was a set of 3 vibrators, one flat to massage 
out areas, like the clit, one long and thick and one thinner, for 
the ass.  All 3 vibrators were without batteries.  There was no 
need for them.

With first light she got out of bed and said:

"I am going back to my room.  We have to keep up appearances.  
For the time being, at least." .

She turned back from the door and added:

"Jim, my name is Marylin.  It is love between Jim and Marylin, 
not between son and mother.  Let us separate the two connections, 
however difficult."

"Good night Marylin, sleep well."

"Good night Jim, thanks for the ride."

We burst out laughing at the double entendre and she left for her 
room.  I fell asleep until I had to get up to go to school.  In 
the morning, I got up, prepared myself for the day and went down 
to have breakfast.  Marylin and Gladys were already down.  I 
greeted them at my entrance.

"Good morning Marylin, good morning Princess." - we called Gladys 
our Princess.

I was watching Gladys whether she has noticed that I called 
Mother Marylin, but she did not give any sign.  Marylin smiled at 
me, showing her satisfaction at the lesson well learned.

For a couple of weeks we met a lot.  Marylin called it our 
honeymoon.... 
We met at night, in my room, but also sometimes during the 
daytime, when Gladys was out to visit friends, preparing lessons, 
etc.  I was a bit worried about Gladys.  She was late developer. 
Then she was nearing 16, she was a woman already, but I think 
that emotionally very childish. We both loved her, and I think 
that we spoiled her a bit.  She was a sweet kid altogether.  
Luckily, in the first few weeks, when we both were unsatiable, 
making love in all possible and impossible places, we were not 
caught.  We made love in the toolshed in the garden, in the 
kitchen when Marylin prepared dinner and Gladys was studying in 
her room and once we even made love on the staircase, when Gladys 
was out of the house in the garden.  I went down the staircase, 
when Marylin came up.  Of course we kissed, like a young couple 
on their honeymoon, and very soon Marylin was climbing over me.  
We did not even take off her panties, just moved it aside so I 
could penetrate her.  We were really lucky that time that we 
weren't caught by Gladys.

After a few weeks we slowed down a bit.  After all, even a 
seventeen year old boy has his limits. We only met practically 
every night.  How is it for a slowdown?  One night I asked her 
whether she knew about my feelings when the whole thing started.  
Of course she felt it immadiately and tried to disregard it, 
hoping that it would go away.  As it continued from my part, she 
was pulled in more and more, and just as I was looking to those 
furtive touchings, so was she, wondering each time where it will 
lead then.  When she felt my touch on the inside of her thighs, 
she knew that the whole thing had to come out into the open.  
When she felt my hands, she also felt that she wanted me not less 
than I wanted her. 

Of course, I asked why she directed me to drive up to that little 
hill, with the clearing.  Her answer was extremely surprising and 
exciting as well. 

"You see, that place has a special meaning for me.  That was the 
place where I first made love with Ted, when I was a kid of not 
even 16.  We returned to that place many times, even when we were 
already married, just to renew our memories.  When I reached the 
point of either "full stop" or "go ahead", and I certainly 
yearned for the "go ahead" I had to go up to that hill, hoping 
that my memories will tell me what to do.

We loved each other very much.  The marriage, Ted and you two 
were all my life.  I was completely and utterly faithful to Ted.  
I believe he was too.  I remember that once the question came up 
whether to join a swingers' club.... We decided not to, at least 
not yet.  Not because of prudery, but because we so satisfied 
each other that we had no need for that.  

You are exactly like Ted.  You are part of him.  Your size, 
looks, hair, the whole build is like Ted. Even your way of 
lovemaking is like Ted's.  Maybe it is so, as Ted adjusted his 
style to my needs, so do you.  When I hold you in my arms, it 
brings me back to the past which does not exist any more. 

I was hoping that going up to that hill would help me to decide.  
It might tell me to forget it, and close down that chapter.  
Instead of denial, I felt an increased yearning for you, to have 
you inside me.  I do not know what gave me the strength to tell 
you to drive home.  I did it for both of us.  I do not know how 
long this affair will last, but I wanted it to start beautifully.  
If I would have gone after my raw feelings, I would made love to 
you, there and then."

She stopped talking but by then I was already making love to her.  
Her confession was so exciting that it brought us to one of the 
most beautiful nights together.  In the morning we nearly 
overslept, which might have brought us into trouble with Gladys.

This brings me to Gladys.  She was by then a growing young girl.  
After our love affair had started she turned 16.  She made a 
party to her friends, of course I was invited too, danced with 
her, and wondered how the freckled-nose tomboy turned into a 
young woman.  She was not beautiful like Marylin, but she had a 
freshness which comes with the age of 16.  She had a well-formed 
body, although her breasts were on the small size.  Still, I 
would say about her, that she was attractive and in a way, sexy 
too. Mind you, I did not have any thoughts about her. Sometimes I 
talked about her with Marylin.  I was afraid that one day she 
would find out about us and then she would be hurt.  Her attitude 
was that we would cross that bridge when we should reach it.  She 
was confident that we would be able to handle the situation, if 
and when Gladys would find out, without her being hurt.  I 
trusted Marylin in most matters, I trusted her in this matter 
too.  Still, Marylin said that I should go out more often, not to 
cause Gladys to start wondering what keeps me at home. 
She added:

"If I say that you should go out more often, it does not mean 
that you have to make out with girls."

We both laughed.  I really went out more often, to parties, 
dances, etc.  I did not make out with girls.  I got the 
reputation as a wimp.  It did not disturb me.  I knew what was 
waiting for me at home.  In the meantime I graduated from high 
school.  In the fall I started to study Electronic Engineering at 
the State University, not far from our hometown.  During the 
week, I was staying at the dorm of the University.  I spent my 
weekends at home, which meant that I could sleep with Marylin not 
more than 2-3 nights a week.

One lazy Saturday afternoon we were at home.  It was quite warm.  
Marylin was wearing shorts and a halter, I was also scantily 
dressed, in jeans and nothing much else.  Gladys went to see one 
of her friends to study together for a coming exam.  We were 
sitting in the living room, which was open to the garden.  We had 
a wall around the house and the garden, so we were in a secluded 
position.  We started kissing and one thing led to another.  Very 
soon we shed what little clothes we had and made love on one of 
the sofas.  I think it was an automatic reaction.  We never could 
have enough.

When we finished and dressed, we heard Gladys coming in and going 
up to her room.  It was funny, as usually she came into the 
living room to look for Marylin or me to say hello.  Marylin 
caught my hand and said:

"Jim let's go up."

We went up.  I intended to go to my room, as we were wont to meet 
there when Gladys was around, but Marylin pulled me into her 
room.  As I always let Marylin take the lead, I went after her, 
and very soon we were writhing on the bed, continuing the 
lovemaking from the living room. When we finished, resting in 
each others arms, I realized that we took no precautions, and our 
lovemaking was quite noisy, and Gladys must have heard us.  Just 
when I turned to Marylin to ask her about it, she said:

"Gladys knows.  She saw us together downstairs".

"How did it happen?  I heard her coming in when we were already 
dressed." 

"When we were kissing on the sofa I saw by her reflection on the 
windowpane of the kitchen door that she was out and saw us.  
After that I saw her appearing at one of the windows of the 
living room.  She was with us during the whole time."

"If you saw her at the beginning, why did we continue?"

"After she saw us, I did not think that there was any point to 
hide any longer.  I do not say that we have to flaunt ourselves, 
but we do not have to restrict ourselves anymore.  I shall find 
some solution.  I have thought about this possibility a lot, it 
had to happen sooner or later.  I might have some ideas how to 
solve it.  In the meantime, we can make use of my huge doublebed, 
and not to have make do with your small bed.  Not that we do not 
have beautiful memories from that bed.... 

Trust me and behave with Gladys normally.  She shouldn't know 
that we know that she saw us."

"Don't you think that it would be wise if I would try to seduce 
her.  After all, she must be extremely aroused now."

"Don't jump ahead Jim.  Let's wait and see how things develop.  
In the meantime, our normal behavior will keep her aroused all 
the time.  Especially if we shall meet in the future in my 
bedroom." 

And so it happened.  That day when I first met Gladys, I saw on 
her face and behavior that she is upset.  In normal circumstances 
I would have asked her the reason.  Now I did not.  After that, 
each time when I was at home, and slept with Marylin in her 
bedroom, I saw on Gladys' face that she was more withdrawn as 
usual, and she looked tired, as if she did not sleep well.  I was 
completely correct but for the wrong reason.  Gladys was not 
upset.  She saw and heard us making love, and she masturbated 
herself to sleep after it.  Of course she looked tired.

It went on until one Friday afternoon, when I arrived home.  
Marylin greeted me and pulled me aside.

"Jim, this evening follow my instructions and do not ask any 
questions.  A few weeks ago you wanted to seduce Gladys.  Tonight 
you will have the chance to take her virginity.  Do you still 
want to?"

"You know that I want to, but I have 2 questions first.  My first 
question is, how you will take that your lover makes love before 
your eyes, even if the other girl is his sister?  Second, does 
she want it?"

Marylin laughed:

"The answer to your first question is that I shall love to see 
both my children happy when satisfying each other.  I am sure 
that I shall not be neglected.  I must add that it is sweet of 
you to think of me in connection with Gladys.  Gladys had exactly 
the same question.  I answered her the same.  The answer to your 
second question is that you will not have to seduce Gladys.  I 
shall have to hold her not to rape you."

And so it happened.  The time went very slow until the evening.  
I had a continuous hard-on, and I am sure that Gladys was excited 
too.  After dinner we were sitting on the famous sofa, where 
Marylin and me were making love when Gladys first saw us.  
Marylin was sitting between us, holding both our hands.  We were 
supposed to watch TV, but I watched Gladys, and she watched me.  
Her nipples were pushing her blouse, and my trousers had a 
conspicuous bulge.  We both were drawn like a bow, waiting to 
spring.  In my imagination I saw her under me, clasping me to 
her.  She was thinking the same, as later she told me. 

At long last, Marylin got up, pulled us up and said:

"Children, isn't it time to go to bed?"

Like good children we went up to bed.  We went to her room and 
undressed in record time.  My glory of manhood sprang to 
attention, Gladys was looking at it as if she were hypnotized.  
That was the first time that she saw me aroused by the thought 
that I would fuck her.  Marylin kept us apart.  She brought 
Gladys to the bed, and started kissing her, the mouth first, then 
her nipples and finally she was kissing and licking her pussy.  
Gladys was moaning and enjoying it visibly. She caressed with one 
hand Marylin's pussy and my thighs with the other.  She did not 
dare to touch my cock yet.  I turned around and started licking 
Marylin as she was kneeling by Gladys.

 When Marylin felt that she brought Gladys to orgasm, she got up, 
turned around and took me in her mouth for a minute or two.  She 
wanted to bring both of us to extreme excitement.  At the same 
time, I bent down and licked Gladys pussy.  It was already open 
from her previous orgasm. Her smell was a smell of a desirable 
young girl.  After a short time, Marylin pushed me on my back and 
helped Gladys to straddle me.  That was the first time that 
evening that Gladys and me were looking at each other directly.  
I saw the lust in her eyes, as she must have seen it in mine. I 
pulled her to me with one hand to kiss her, long and deep, and at 
the same time I put my other hand on her bottom and pressed her 
to me.  As Marylin kept my cock at the entrance of Gladys' pussy, 
I seated myself deep in her.  I knew that I deflowered her at one 
go, but I did not feel it.  Neither did Gladys.  It was a short 
bout.  Gladys jumped on me, whining and moaning all the time, and 
kissing me with her whole mouth and tongue.  I kept on thrusting 
upwards, deep into my sister.  We were both so aroused that I 
came into her in a few minutes.  It was the most beautiful 
deflowering possible.  I talked to Gladys about it many times 
after that, and she always told me that she will be eternally 
grateful, both to me and Marylin for the experience.  We 
continued that night but not for long.  Marylin said that Gladys 
had to get used slowly to a life of love, and the wound of 
deflowering has to heal.  We went to sleep, three of us in the 
bed. Marylin took care to control all of us, especially me.

Next morning she had another surprise for us.  It was a Saturday 
morning.  I had to go back to the University only on Monday, and 
Gladys was also free from school.  After breakfast Marylin 
appeared fully dressed with a small overnight bag.  She announced 
to us:

"I forgot to tell you but I promised Elsie to spend the weekend 
with her.  She is not in best of health and she needs assistance.  
I hope you children will manage without me for two days.... If 
you need anything, ring me at Elsie."

Elsie was one of her friends from school.  She was a divorced 
woman and lived alone.  The ruse was very obvious.  Marylin 
wanted us be alone, to get to know each other, without her being 
there.  It was a beautiful gesture.  I went to Gladys, embraced 
her from behind, smiled at Marylin and said:

"I am sure that we will manage, don't you think little Princess?" 

Gladys nestled back to me and said:

"I am sure that we will not fight too much.  Have a nice weekend 
Mother".  

She called Marylin still Mother.  With that Marylin got into her 
car and drove off, smiling back at us from the driveway.  I took 
Gladys by the hand and we went into the house.  Inside I sat down 
on an easy chair, pulled Gladys on my lap, tousled her hair and 
asked:

"Well little Princess, how do you want to spend the weekend?"

"You know what I want.  As Mother has graciously provided us with 
a honeymoon, I want to crawl into bed now and make love to you 
until Monday morning," she blushed and whispered into my ear.

"How to change from shy virgin into a sexfiend in one easy 
lesson.  Line up and enroll by Princess Gladys."

We were laughing but by then my hand was already under her dress 
and panties, caressing her wet pussy.  We did not make continuous 
love until Monday morning, but we were more in bed than out of 
it.  We took over Marylin's bedroom.  The bed was bigger and more 
comfortable. Gladys confessed that she saw us making love quite a 
lot, and she wanted to re-enact the scenes she saw.   As she saw 
Marylin sucking me off and swallowing my come, with the white 
juice spilling out of the corners of her mouth, Gladys wanted to 
do it as well.  However, Marylin was an expert in giving head, 
Gladys had to learn it.  When she tried to swallow my come, she 
nearly choked, although she managed at the end.  I was so aroused 
by the new bedpartner that my glands generated come in extra 
quantities.

She also told me that she saw me tonguing Marylin's ass and then 
fucking her and she wanted to try it.  I warned her that at the 
first try it might be a bit painful, but she saw that Marylin 
enjoyed it so much.  I turned over and started kissing her on the 
ass, wetting it with my tongue, getting deeper and deeper all the 
time.  She obviously enjoyed it, as simultaneously with my 
kissing her ass, I played with her clit.  When I felt that she 
was sufficiently enlarged, I took a tube of K-Jelly from 
Marylin's bedside drawer, spread the jelly into her ass and 
covered my cock too.  I was afraid to hurt her.  Then I moved up 
and slowly started to fuck her.  She pushed herself up to 
accomodate me.  Surprisingly, she enjoyed the anal fuck at the 
first try.

When we were resting between bouts of lovemaking we talked.  
Until now we were brother and sister.  We knew all our childish 
problems.  Now we were lovers, and we both wanted to find out how 
we became lovers. 

She told her story.  It surprised me.  First she told me about 
the first time that she saw Marylin and me together.  She told me 
that she was not upset, on the contrary, she felt that she wanted 
to join us.  She saw the happy face of Marylin when I fucked her 
and her enjoyment.  The only thing was that she wanted to have 
that enjoyment herself, and to have that happy face.  Then she 
told me about her "fuck vigils", when she spied on us making love 
in Marylin's bedroom, and how she masturbated after it, thinking 
that not Marylin was making love to me, but herself.  At the end 
she told me the story of how Marylin seduced her.  She assured me 
that she had no lesbian tendencies, but with Marylin it was 
different.  She did not see it as a lesbian relationship, but as 
a physical expression of the love she felt for Marylin, and vice 
versa.  At the end she said:

"You know big brother.  Since the time when I saw you and Marylin 
making love on the sofa in the living room, and saw you kissing 
each other with such a deep love, I wanted to make love to you 
and feel you kiss me with such a love."

I kissed her gently and softly.  I did not have to fake.  I 
really loved her, then and now.  I looked at her questioningly.  
She encircled my neck with her arms and pulled herself to me with 
such a force that we nearly became one body. 
The supple body of a young girl next to me, her intoxicating 
smell and her kisses on my face and neck aroused me.  I turned 
her on her back and entered her.  She has raised her legs, put 
them on my shoulders and started to move herself against my 
thrusts.  That was the first time that we made love in that 
position.  When we both came simultaneously, she whispered:

"I love you big brother." - and we kissed.  We were happy.

Later, I told her my story.  I told her how I tried to seduce 
Marylin, how a love of a son to her mother turned into the love 
of a young man to a very desirable and beautiful older woman.  I 
told her the visit to the wintry hillside, and what followed 
after that.  I also told her that I loved both of them, and I 
wouldn't like that anything should come between me and her, and 
between me and Marylin.  She understood me perfectly, and 
answered in typical fashion:

"Big brother, we are so near to each other that nothing could 
come between you and me.  I am sure that with Marylin it is the 
same."

She smiled at me innocently.  We were really holding each other 
very tight, so nothing could have come between us.

But then it was really so.  We three had the most beautiful 
relationship.  When I came home from the university, we spent the 
nights together, in threes most of the time,  sometimes only two 
of us.  Marylin and Gladys slept together occasionally during the 
week when I was not home.  We never once had the slightest 
problem or conflict in our relationships. 

It went on until Gladys started studying herself and met Frank.  
When I saw that she had someone she cared about, I told her that 
the best gift I could give her was to renounce "my rights" and 
let her build her own life.  With Marylin, I continued our love 
affair until the Christmas holiday.  It was not as intense as at 
the beginnig, but it was strong and beautiful.

At the university I had problems at first.  When I heard rumors 
that I was gay, as I had no girlfriend, I made a big effort to 
find a girl, fuck her, spread the news and then announce that I 
had a big love in my hometown which prevented me to behave in a 
normal student fashion.  It was really true in a way.  In my 
hometown, they knew of course, that I had a big love at the 
university, and wanted to be true to it.

At long last, I finished my studies, and looked around for jobs.  
I received a number of offers, among them a very good one from 
California.  When I showed the offers to Marylin, she pointed to 
the offer from California and said that I should accept it.

"Marylin, do you realize that it means that I shall live in 
California and I will not be able to see you, or Gladys" - the 
meaning was implied in the sentence.
Her answer was surprising, even if not utterly unexpected.

"Jim, I knew from the beginning that this beautiful affair that 
we have must eventually come to an end.  This is the time for it.  
Do not think that these words come easy to me.  You are still 
Jim, and I am still Marylin.  It is time that you return being a 
son and I a mother.  If we postpone this moment, eventually I 
shall lose you both as a lover and as a son.  I do not want it.  
Accept the job, and leave for California after the New Year.  Let 
us spend the last few days together, here and after it with 
Gladys and Frank, and then you will start your new life.  I shall 
be the best of mothers and hopefully grandmother too."

And so it happened.  We spent a few days together, less intense 
than we had seven years ago but not less with love.   Then the 
Christmas holiday with Frank, Gladys and Stephanie.  The story of 
my meeting with Stephanie was told by Stephanie herself, I have 
nothing to add.

As I parted from Marylin before coming to the holiday, I parted 
from Gladys at the last night there.  We talked a lot at that 
night and we remembered.  We also made love, we cherished every 
second of our lovemaking.  This was the first opportunity to be 
together in nearly three years, since she met Frank.  We still 
were turned on by each other, and we still enjoyed each other.  
However, we both accepted what Gladys said.  We have to grow up 
and part from our childhood.

I have to board my plane, so I stop the memories.  I leave for 
California, but I still love Marylin and Gladys, not only as a 
son and brother, but as a lover too.  It seems that this love 
will be with me for a very long time. Maybe a new and more 
intensive love will cover it.  I hope it very much.