Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Texas
|Introduction: A bit of background|
Moving in with the girls was… an adjustment.
I mean, first there was the seemingly-endless moving process itself: day after day of sorting, packing, loading, unloading, unpacking, pulling my hair out trying to figure out where I had packed this and why I’d chosen not to bring that. I never wanted to see another cardboard box as long as I lived. But when that was over, we had to all get used to living with each other.
I’d been living on my own since my divorce twelve years ago, and I’d forgotten what living with other people, other females, was like. They had odd little rules they forced me to follow; no shoes on the carpet, coasters under glasses, and so on. Shower schedules were made and followed religiously.
The biggest change was in the sex department – but this was a good change. I’d gone from having occasional sex with my girlfriend every couple of days to, sometimes, several times a day for days in a row.
Not that I minded, of course – I’m just saying it was an adjustment.
Usually, it was with just one of them at a time. They weren’t shy about letting me know when then wanted some, no matter what I was doing or which room of the house we found ourselves in, and they were receptive to my advances, too. Occasionally, the girls would go off to have sex by themselves – sometimes they’d let me watch, or participate, and sometimes they wouldn’t, and that was fine. Clothing rules were lax, but we did decide upon a rule early in those post-move-in days: if any of us was fully clothed, that was the signal that they were not in the mood, and so they would not be approached for sex. Most often, the girls wore simply a shirt and panties, and I almost never wore a shirt – sometimes, since I needed them so seldom, I wouldn’t bother with pants, either. Bath towels and swimsuits were negotiable (not that any of us really bothered with the latter. They did have a pool in their backyard, and since all three of us regularly had sex with one another there didn’t seem to be much point).
I’d say about, oh, maybe half the time, when two of us would be having sex, we’d be walked in on by the third, and they’d want to join in, which was usually just fine. There are all sorts of positions two people can take advantage of when fucking, but add a third person and things become simultaneously more complicated and more interesting. I think I liked it best, though, when things were just starting, and one of us would go and get the missing person, so all three of us could get going all at once.
Nighttime brought its own fun and difficulties. I slept with Gwen in the master bedroom, but Lara slept down the hall, and just about every night I’d be having sex with one of them. If it was Lara, there was always the question of, do I just crash in her bed, or make my way back to Gwen’s? And apparently neither of these women knew what a full night’s sleep was, because there were quite a few nights I’d be woken up to one or the other stroking my dick to life with their hand or mouth, hoping for a late-night or early-morning quickie. Lara, young and eager, was especially fond of this, and would sometimes climb into the bed and gently fuck me beside her sleeping mother, or pull me back into her room where we could be a bit more active, and no matter what time it is or how early you have to get up the next morning, when a woman pulls you by the dick it’s hard to say no.
My friends and coworkers, of course, noticed how tired I was all the time, now. They correctly attributed it to my recent move and a more active sex life – they just couldn’t guess how active, and I didn’t tell them. How could I? How could I explain to them that not only was I fucking my girlfriend, but her teenage daughter as well? Gwen and Lara knew full well how unusual their sexual relationship was, but they were both fine with it, and they weren’t hurting anybody, so neither of them wanted to stop. Things had, of course, gotten a little more unusual now that I’d been added to the mix… but if I was willing, and they were willing, where was the harm? I think all three of us knew, in the backs of our minds, that this was wrong – but maybe that’s what made it so exciting.
It was a couple of weeks after the move, late – very late, like four in the morning – on a Friday night. The three of us had gone out to dinner and come back ready for some action, and so we’d ended up in the master bedroom and had fucked each other silly. Lara had finally given into exhaustion and was asleep beside me, but Gwen and I were on our sides, facing each other, talking sleepily to one another.
“Does she really like to be spanked that much?” I asked. I’d done Lara from behind earlier, and she’d practically begged me to smack her in the ass, harder and harder, until she’d squealed in what I’d been certain had been pain but what she assured me was delight.
Gwen huffed some of her curly blonde hair out of her face and rolled her eyes. “Yeah,” she sighed with a shake of her head. “I don’t know who or what got her into that, but she’ll ask me to do it sometimes too.”
“Speaking of,” I said, getting a little more comfortable, “I’ve always wondered – how did you and Lara start having sex?”
Gwen cocked her head slightly to one side. “Haven’t I told you, Patrick?”
“You gave me the gist of it.”
“Oh, I see,” Gwen said, smiling, and she traced one finger in a circle around her hip. “You want me to tell you a dirty story.”
I chuckled. “If you want to think about it that way. But mostly, I’m just curious. I mean, hot as it is to watch you two get off on each other…” I glanced back to Lara’s sleeping form, curled under the sheet, “…it is still a little strange.”
Gwen smiled some more, and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. “Believe me, it was strange to me at first, too,” she said.
I laid there on my side, watching her talk…
This was years ago. It was a weekend, and I was doing laundry. I was wearing what I always wear around the house, a yellow tank top and some comfortable underwear. Lara and I had always been pretty comfortable around each other in various states of undress, and besides, it was hot that day.
It was, oh, midmorning, I guess, I wasn’t even sure Lara was going to be awake yet, and so I just opened up her door and walked right in. And there she was, naked on top of the blankets with both hands between her legs. I said, “Oh!” and dropped the laundry basket, and she screamed, and twisted away, trying to cover herself.
“Sorry!” I said, and I started to pick the basket back up and leave, but Lara started crying.
“I’m sorry! Oh, God, I’m so sorry, Mom,” she sobbed.
I remember just being sort of confused at that, and said, “What are you sorry about? It’s okay, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Lara sniffed, and turned her head to look back at me. “It’s not?”
I laughed a little, and came and sat down on her bed, rubbing her leg, trying to make her relax. “No! Sweetie, it’s perfectly natural to want to touch yourself. It just means you have a normal sex drive, like everybody else. Lots of people do it.”
Lara wiped a tear from her cheek, but still lay on her side, hiding her body. “They do?”
I winked at her. “Including your mother.”
That made Lara start to laugh. “Really? I… I didn’t know. I mean, it felt so good, but it seemed like such a dirty thing to do.”
I shrugged a little. “Yeah, well, maybe a little.” I leaned in a little, and raised an eyebrow. “But that’s what makes it fun.”
We shared a giggle over that. Both of us started to relax, and we talked about it a little. I told her that I actually did it fairly often, because I wasn’t seeing anybody at the time, but my libido made its demands all the same, and so I often found myself masturbating just to get to sleep. Lara said she’d just started doing it recently, so she would just experiment in the early morning or whenever she got the chance.
After a little while I got up to get her laundry and leave her to herself, but she stopped me.
She sat up, and bit her lip, but didn’t look at me. “I… um. I’m not… I’m not very good at it. Yet. Um…”
I smiled. “You want some advice.”
I thought for a minute, and hesitated a second when I thought about what exactly I was about to say. “Work the clit,” I told her, eventually. “That always works for me.”
Lara looked confused. “The clit?”
I nodded. “The clitoris. That hart bump at the top of your pussy – er, your vagina.”
Lara looked down, frowned. “I… don’t think I have one of those.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, every woman has one.”
“Could you… show me?”
“Oh! Um…” I started to look around her room. “Do you have your biology textbook? There might be a picture in there.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s in my locker at school.”
Hubboy, I thought. But on the other hand, I considered the fact that Lara and I saw each other naked all the time. This really wouldn’t be too much farther than that, and besides, it would be helping her out in a big way.
“Okay,” I said, and before I could think too much about it, pulled off my underwear, and tossed them in the laundry basket. I walked back over to the bed, and Lara made some room for me. I sat, and pulled my lips apart with one hand, and pointed with the other.
“This thing, right here,” I said.
Lara sat on her knees and looked closely, but shook her head. “I don’t see what you’re talking about.”
“That’s okay, you don’t really need to see it. Just…” I licked my middle finger, “…kinda rub between the lips, here, like this.”
From practice and habit, I of course found my clit immediately, and the sudden contact with my wet finger brought it instantly to life. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lara lick her finger as I had, and put her hand between her legs. She felt around a little, but obviously didn’t find it. She started to look frustrated.
“Oh, for goodness’s sake, here,” I said, and before I really realized what I was doing, I’d taken my finger out of my own pussy and slid it into hers.
She went “Oooo!” and her whole body went rigid. “O-okay, yeah, I see what you mean.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She nodded, closing her eyes, and let out a breathy “Uh huh!”
I felt her hips start to roll – I felt her start trying to fuck my hand – and it suddenly dawned on me what was happening. I was masturbating my daughter, my own daughter, Patrick! I felt… sick, and wrong, and dirty. But… Maybe it was because I’d touched myself just a minute ago and my pussy wanted more. Maybe it was because I’d never seen another woman like this. But I as repulsed as I was, I also found myself not wanting to stop.
Soon, Lara clutched at my hand, pressing her fingers hard on top of mine, and her hips bucked harder. “Don’t stop,” she begged, “don’t stop.” I recognized the impending orgasm. I told her I wouldn’t.
Her abdomen shuddered, just once, and then she just stopped, and started gasping for air. She grinned from ear to ear as her face and neck started to flush, and it hit me, really hit me, what I had just done. I felt sick all over again and I fled the room.
I ran back to my room and leaned against the dresser, and just shook. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I realized my fingers were still slick with her wetness, that I could smell it, and I started wiping them off on my shirt.
Lara came in, still naked, and I couldn’t look at her. My face burned. “We shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“Why not?” she said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “It felt so go-“
“I know it did,” I interrupted. “But mothers and daughters… don’t do that sort of thing.”
And then she said something that made me just stare at her.
I gaped, and she continued on. “I mean, I wanted you to do it. I liked it. Didn’t you?”
“I…” I dropped my gaze. “Yes.” I almost started crying; I’d never had my entire world shaken like that.
“Then what’s the problem?” Lara asked softly, drawing closer. “If you liked it, and I liked it, why can’t we keep doing it?”
“You really want to?” God, I was so horny; I really did not care right then that she was my own daughter. I’d been with a woman only once, and I hadn’t liked it very much, but here I was, my legs trembling in raw want.
She inched forward. “Yes. I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel.”
I was breathing very fast, staring at her lips. “No one can know.”
She smiled a little. “No one has to.”
She raised herself up on her tiptoes, and kissed me, very softly. We both hesitated for a second, and then kissed again a little harder, and then again a little harder. Our tongues came out and twined together. One of her hands came up and cupped my breast, squeezed it and smooshed it. I didn’t stop her. I didn’t want to.
Gently, she pulled off my tank top, led me to the bed, and pushed me until I was sitting down on it. She started kissing me, my neck, my breasts, working her way down to my stomach. Without looking up, she said, “I’ve heard that… some people put their mouths on each other. Down there. Can I… I mean, do you want me to…”
By now my pussy was screaming for some attention, and nobody had done that to me in a long, long time. I cupped her face in my hand, and said, “Only if you want to, sweetie.”
Her head dropped lower, between my legs. She paused, her face an inch from me; I could feel her breathing on my pussy. I watched, dreading that she’d actually do it, and dreading that she wouldn’t. But she opened her mouth, and her tongue came out, and she closed her eyes and slid it inside of me…
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” I told Gwen. My dick was almost painfully erect.
Gwen sighed, smiling. “Oh, Patrick, it was wonderful.” Her hands had been idly playing with her pussy from about halfway through the story, going ever so slightly faster as she got towards the good stuff. I didn’t try to hide that I was watching with keen interest, and she didn’t stop.
“So you started having sex with her?” I asked.
Gwen nodded. “Not very often, maybe once every two or three weeks, at first. We both saw other people off and on, and we were all right with that, but I made her start taking the pill. We sort of just kept our sex lives separate, for the most part, but every so often, we’d want to have sex with one another. It didn’t take long for us to start doing it more often, trying new things, using toys. We were very good at giving the other what she wanted. She and I have become very close, in recent years, because of it. We still didn’t want anybody to know. But then…” She trailed off.
“…Then?” I prodded.
Gwen’s smile deepened, and she finally returned her gaze to me. “And then I started seeing you, Patrick.”
“Oh? And why was I different?” I couldn’t help but grin; I again felt like the luckiest man in the world, for being allowed in on this secret life my girlfriend and her daughter had shared.
“Well, she saw how serious you and I were getting,” she said. “She pointed out to me that I’d been seeing you for a couple of months, with no signs that I was unhappy or that I wanted to break up with you. And she expressed some concern that our sex life, hers and mine, would be affected. She didn’t want to lose the, um, special relationship we had.”
“Well, I just felt like I was having to share her with you.”
Gwen and I both jumped and Lara’s sleepy voice. I turned back to see her stretching. “Oh, sorry, Lara,” I said, “did we wake you up?”
Lara rolled over to her side, spooning up against me, and slipping her hand around my waist to grab my cock. “Yeah,” she breathed against my ear, “but it’s okay if you guys are still naked and talking about fucking.”
Gwen grinned. “We sure are.” Her hand left her pussy and covered her daughter’s, so that both of them were slowly stroking my shaft up and down.
“So… ahh… what happened?” I asked between groans of pleasure.
“You tell him,” Gwen said, pushing me onto my back. “I’m through talking.” She threw one leg over me, straddling me, and pushed my rock-hard cock into her. She tossed her head back and let out a long, low moan, and rocked her body back and forth, slowly but smoothly.
Lara pulled her mouth to mine, breathing in sharply in arousal as we kissed. “Well,” she said, sliding her hand between her legs just like her mom had done a few minutes ago, but pointedly taking one of my hands and placing it on her breast, “like she said, I knew you two were gettin’ it on pretty often, and I was happy for her, but I didn’t want to lose her to you, either.”
I shook my head. “I had no idea.”
Lara grinned wickedly. “We know. I kinda liked feeling so naughty, having her behind your back, but it felt too much like I was sharing, and it wasn’t fair that she was getting two partners and I wasn’t.” She paused for a moment to watch her mom fuck me, and work her pussy a little faster. “I… mmm… I explained all this to mom. She said she understood, but she still wasn’t sure how you’d react.”
I looked up at Gwen, gripped her hip with my free hand, and started thrusting a little deeper up into her. “So what changed your mind, baby?”
Gwen let her body fall forward, pressing it against mine as she rode me, and started kissing my neck and ears. “The second time you met her,” she breathed, “you said that if you were a couple years younger, you might have gone after her instead.”
“Apparently it drove Mom nuts,” smiled Lara, on the other side of my head. Their mouths traveled closer together and they shared a kiss just above my chest.
“I started thinking about it,” said Gwen. “I couldn’t get the image out of my head – the two people I was closest to, sexually, having sex. It was – ugh, that’s it, harder, Patrick! – oh, it was so hot to think about.” Her mouth descended on mine.
“She told me about it one night,” Lara continued, “and I suggested that, maybe sometime, the three of us could have sex together.”
“So it was your idea,” I grinned at Lara.
“It was Mom’s idea; I just suggested it,” Lara corrected.
“Not true,” Gwen gasped. “I never… I never…”
I saw that Gwen was getting close to climax, and the story halted as I lifted my hips up and pounded my cock into my girlfriend’s pussy hard and fast enough to make her come. She gave a wordless cry as her body stiffened, and then she collapsed. She lay there for a moment, catching her breath, and then rolled off of me. Lara didn’t give me two seconds before she eagerly took her mother’s place.
“I never actually thought about all three of us together until she said it,” Gwen huffed. “But I really liked the idea. She and I talked about it some more; we agreed that I’d do all the talking when the time came. I didn’t say anything for a little while still, because I still wasn’t sure… but soon, it was obvious that I’d either have to say something, or give one of you up, and that was… unacceptable.” She shrugged. “So one night, when I couldn’t stand it anymore, I told you about us.”
I kissed her. “I’m glad you did,” I said, completely honestly. “I feel like the luckiest man in the world.”
Gwen beamed, and curled up close to me. “I feel really lucky, too.” She eyed her naked daughter bouncing atop me. “I really like watching the two of you fuck,” she whispered. “You can’t imagine what it does to me.”
I smiled. “Oh, I think I can.”
“Hey,” snapped Lara, “I hate to interrupt you two, but I kinda need Patrick’s concentration here, Mom.”
Gwen laughed, and made a “go ahead” motion. “Sorry, sweetie, don’t let me interrupt you.”
Lara fucked me fast, bringing herself to a very quick orgasm, even for her – the story must have really turned her on! I was damn close myself when she came, and worried there for a second that I’d have to finish myself off, but Gwen leaned forward, put her mouth around my cock, and sucked me dry. Immediately upon finishing, Lara pressed her mouth against her mother’s, and they made out sloppily, smearing their mingled pussy juices and my semen all over their faces.
Sated – at least for now – the three of us curled up close, and finally drifted off to sleep.
Not too much going on here, as you can see, but I thought it necessary to provide some setup. Things'll pick back up in the next segment. Guess which of these three has a birthday coming soon...
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