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Then she got out the dildo. Shannon had not exactly measured me, but she got a very good 'handle' on my dimensions when she had been on top of my thighs. The new boy-toy she had bought, having had the . . er . . balls to walk into the local adult shop and choose a model that very closely matched my dong, was my . . uhm . . stand-in, if you will. So the experience would be simulating my physical presence during penetration. The image I was getting over the net was alright, though I couldn't control the focus or zoom, it still showed what the action was and the sound was clear.
Shannon positioned herself on the bed beside Danni, but so that the camera's view was not blocked. After a little cunnilingus for warm-up, she started moving the dildo up and down the slick slot of her partner's pussy.
"It's a boy-toy," declared Danni.
"Yes," said Shannon.
"Kind of more slender, is he young?"
"Yes. A small push between the labia, but not quite going in yet."
"Is it, someone I know?"
"Yes." Shannon played the shaft up and over the clitoris, in a teasing fashion.
"Is it someone I see often?"
"Quite often."
"Someone at work?" Danni spread her thighs a bit.
"No." The dildo went to the abdomen and rocked sideways on her naked tummy. I guess to let Danni get the feel of the length and breadth of my 'stand-in'.
"Umm... the pizza-boy?
"Noo... and that's five questions down. Do you want a hint?"
"Okay is he naughty or nasty?" asked Danni.
"Definitely more than naughty!" Shannon worked the tip in Danni a little again.
"He seems eager and hard. Have I ever thought about him?"
"Maybe, but you never mentioned it to me that you considered him as a potential lover. But to be honest, you did comment that he was well equipped."
"His package was discussed by us? Then I must have seen him in his swimsuit!"
"And in his tux and in his underwear, and . ."
"Brad Pitt! He's been in a tux and swimsuits and underwear in all kinds of movies. You know I have a thing for him. Are you sure his dick is that skinny?"
"Not Angelina's hubby. I was about to add that you've seen him in his birthday suit too."
"Is it a movie star or celebrity of some sort?" Her knees were going wide and her pelvis was tilted up, as the male substitute was dipping deeper but still not penetrating more than halfway. The blindfold on her head made the entire game more erotic for me somehow, even though I was just watching on my computer screen a block away. I had to start rubbing my prick, it was hot seeing mom even if the image might be slightly blurry, too bad it wasn't a close up, and the lighting was dim. Still, this was going to be instructive for when my turn came for real, with Danni.
"Remember, it's someone you know."
"If I see him often, and he's not from work, young . . . a neighbor? Jeff Thompson, from down the block that delivers the paper, isn't he kind of young?"
"Ten questions to go, want another hint?" The dildo was regularly sawing in Danni's cavity, but still just teasing, it came out and moved all over the surrounding area spreading the lubrication it had soaked in. I could see a dark center where it had been moments before.
"Hint!"
"He has the hots for you. Had them for a long time!"
"That does sound nasty, like maybe . . have I ever seen him . . uh . . hard? Have haven't seen that many men hard since you and I . . ohh! - put it in again! . . . since we became a pair."
"I believe you said that you have . . seen his rod rigid." Shannon went back to working the dildo in and now she was making it more a serious fucking motion.
"God, I'm stumped. It can't be my ex. Haven't seen him since before the divorce. My last liaison, the guy was thick and not as long. There was that guy that lost his swim suit at the gym's pool last month, but he wasn't hard. Cute, and a nice piece of meat, however soft, so that leaves him out. The only male I've seen naked and hard lately was . . . waass . . Shanni! You can't be . . not . . that would be a 'no-no-never-never' . . not Pete, my own son? You couldn't be meaning . ." Shannon pushed the boy-toy deep into Danni's cunt and started a slow in and out with full strokes.
"He has the hots for you, has for a long time. You knew that, you once discussed his incestuous cravings for not only yourself, but for Susie and even me as well. The boy is quite the handsome lad! You saw his dick upright the other day, wasn't it nice and long and slender, but very stiff, and mouth-wateringly sexy. That's what you said. You can't deny that you haven't wondered what he would be like in bed. Susie and I have, you too, right?" The dildo was thrusting with authority, as if I was taking mom Danni and nothing would stop me - us!
"Ohh! Shanni . . " She called her partner Shanni? in bed, Danni and Shanni . . I had never heard that nickname used before for Shannon, not by my mom Danni nor anyone. Danni was continuing to protest even as her hips jerked in response to my 'fill-in-fella' fucking her. "Not Pete, he's not . . I would never . . GOD! My own son, that would be too nasty, that is a 'never-never-class' type of thing. I couldn't fuck my own kid, Uhooh . . Shanni, oohhh! That's good, like that, Pete! . . I mean . ."
"AHH! You are thinking about him, aren't you? That peek at his erection was erotic, wasn't it? Admit it, that handsome young rogue would be a great lay, even if he is your own son. And he wants you; he really has a full-blown Oedipus complex for you. He wants to screw with his mother Danni. He wants to make love to the woman that gave him birth. Wouldn't you like to love him back that way? Take him in your arms and between your legs, and inside your body; let him complete the joyful union that he has always desired? Because that is what you secretly have yearned for too, since he started to get to be a man? Admit it to yourself Danni, love and let go, let his cock conquer your cunt!"
Danni gave in with this pressure from her partner and let her body take command; started to buck and the fake-me went to town in her vagina. "Yes! Oh baby! Honey! Pete! Fuck your mother, Pete. Make me cum, cum in me, my sweet son. Give me your hot seed in my pussy; fill me with your jism, NOW! NNOOWWW!!"
While I watched, my mom Danni climaxed pretending it was me cumming inside her which was making her have the aching orgasm that was racking her body. DAMN! I wish I was there, but with this game finishing like that, I knew my time was not so far away! It came to me then, this is what Shanni, er . . Shannon had meant when she had said, it just takes some . . imagination. Mom Danni had been imagining she and I doing the dirty-deed. From there, the reality was not that big of a step away.
As it turned out Susie was my next mom to make it with me. I was able to connect with a girl who had a regular supply of product for sale, pot in other words. This was very good stuff and cost a pretty penny, but I had an important goal to use it for. Bribing and bedding Susan, mom three, or two depending on how you counted, chronologically, or who became the stepmother first. Technically, Danni and Shannon moved in together before dad married Susie, but Susie moved in with Dad before Shannon became my step-uh . . can't say step-father, step-partner? Step-mother in a way too. But who's counting?
I cleaned the grass, and bought a smokeless pipe from the local head-shop, and waited until I could get Sue alone. She came in dusty and sweaty from her garden the next day. Dad was out on a golf game, so the timing was fortuitous. I hurried to my room to get the marijuana in a glass vial and the new pipe. I knocked and entered the master bedroom. But I was too late. Or too early, depending how you look at it. What I was looking at was a Susie in her bra and panties. She had stripped her dirty duds and was about to take a shower, just going into the bathroom off their bed room when I arrived. She squeaked an 'EEK!' Grabbed a towel and held it in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Susie. I should have knocked but since you were done weeding I thought you might like to get rid of a different kind of weed. That is to say, by burning it. Or if you will, the herb you can't grow in your garden anymore. I have a supply of it I wanted to give you, as a gift because . ." [I had to think fast because I was winging it at the moment. I needed to come up with a believable excuse. I mean, you don't say, 'I got you some dope because I hope to hop in bed with you by getting you stoned!' which of course was the truth, but too bold to be stated outright. My motives would soon enough become obvious. So what to - I've got it! . .] "Because I know that is what you were referring to when you suggested I ask dad about what you meant, with that broad hint you made the other day."
"When you propositioned me for Shannon, and kissed me and held me tight so you could feel my tits against your body?"
"Yeeaahh, that time. Pop told me about your . . earlier vegetable garden with the special herb you grew that you turned him on to. So I thought that you guys might like to . . mm . . relive old times, revive those fun days of buzzed love making. Dad said he missed it. [SHIT! Now I had blown my chance, I made it seem like it was for her and dad, without her and I having a glow-and-go at stoned loving.]
"Well, that is really sweet of you! First you act as a go between for Shannon, and now you get some grass for your father and I to share and perk up our staid sex-life. I hope you got some for yourself. Pot I mean, I don't expect that Shannon's kind of kink got you any of her tail. I suppose that you might have played match-maker out of the sheer goodness of your heart. But knowing Shannon, I'm sure that she had some sort of incentive to provide an extra benefit one way or another."
"I won't say that I didn't have a motive of some kind of gain promised, [which cannot be revealed at this time!] But naturally, I was glad to make my mom's happy if things went well. And I hope they did."
Susie relaxed a bit and leaned on the door frame to the bathroom, she let the terry cloth droop a bit. "OH! It certainly went well. A well is a deep and wet hole, and that is what she discovered with me. I was certainly satisfied, and it satisfied a long standing curiosity. Though, I wouldn't want it as any kind of regular . . diet, eating or . . being dinner. But getting stoned I never tired of. "You got it there? Come in the bathroom and let's get a buzz on. The fan can exhaust the smell."
She led the way and I followed, as she tossed the towel on the toilet and turned with a huge grin on her cute little blond face. Like a naughty angel, so petite, almost like she was still in high school. The perky imp that had seduced my father stood in her demi-bra and scanty low-cut briefs. I had seen her in her underwear, on occasion glimpsed her so, and once even nude. She wore the tiniest of bikinis at the beach or out in the backyard for sunbathing, but never hinting she would be less modest with her stepson. That was certainly quite enough skin to stir my fantasies of her for masturbation sessions.
Now we smoked a bowl, passing the pipe. She declared it primo (the cleaning always helps that of course) and wanted another bowl before taking a shower. She said that she loved to be high and wet, any kind of wet. Including, as she put it looking me directly in the eyes, 'where my dirty young mind was thinking about'! She smirked and held the smoke in. Finally, Susie blew her last toke into my mouth and made it a kiss as well. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, "Want to watch me take a shower?" Since the answer was obvious, as witness the large bulge in my jeans, she stripped off her top and bottom. Naked as a water nymph she stepped into the shower stall, but didn't close the door. I was pretty sure that she was not expecting me to share the enclosure with her, nor had she indicated that I would be welcome. She sudsed up her torso and legs, then washed her hair. The yellow tresses darkened and collected like a horse's tail trailing down her back, the long tresses she took pride in.
Susan made clear her intention to be singular in the spray when she said, "I'm so horny, Pete, I just have to get myself off. Make sure I don't slip and hurt myself, so you keep watching." Like I could tear my eyes off her pink nipples capping the perfect small breasts and the golden fleece that was now host to her delicate fingers rubbing gash that ran down and around the firm tight bottom of her tush. Her face, open mouthed and closed eyed was turned up, though out of the direct spray, and was a vision of a girl in the throes of happy frigging. It didn't take too long, and she had a nice little shuddering peak. I was leaking pre-cum from the shower show she had shared with her youthful companion. ['But what about me??!!', Mr. Pete's peter asked.]
Not to worry. Susie rinsed once more and stepped out, grabbing the towel and handing it to me. Obvious I had the pleasure of drying her, even if I didn't get to run soapy hands all over her, and use my fingers to fiddle in her middle. Then when she was dry, only damp down where I had foregone to touch, she led me to the bedside and began to strip me. When we were both nude, she got the pipe and we proceeded to smoke another bowl. ['OH-BOY!', I thought.]
Her nips were sticking out and my dick was sticking up, as we sat side by side in the altogether. She blew out the last toke, and grinned a wicked little smile at me. "Your turn!" she said, as Susie pushed me flat on the mattress. She leaned over and put her mouth on my dick. Turning so she was T-'boning' me as she performed an expert job of fellatio, I saw her boobies hanging down and reached out to fondle them. They were firm and yet still full for her figure, the points were berries to be plucked, and I made sure they got their fair share of attention.
Her mouth was this wonderful 'O' that ringed my cock and worked up and down three quarters of its length. You wouldn't think that a small woman had that depth, but it must have been technique. But this wasn't going to get me off inside her vagina, where I really wanted my hard-on to lose its load. I asked, "Would you like me to reciprocate? I eat pussy very well. I bet you don't get much of that from dad."
Susan looked up at me and gave a little laugh. She said, "He didn't used to, I had to teach him; but now he does just fine when it cums to cunnilingus. You know, Shannon hinted at something similar. I guess that was the case with your mom, Danni, but I knew some tricks she didn't. He has enjoyed going down on me ever since. I let Shannon have her 'lunch', and I had 'snacked' on her snatch to see what it was like with a woman. I never had that college-dorm opportunity, like some girls get a chance to experiment at that age. I've been feeling adventurous lately, middle-aged restlessness I guess."
"Also, I think that I was secure enough with my relationship with your Father by this time, and comfortable enough in my own skin as to my sexuality, to try a walk on the wild side. It still was in the family so to speak, and it wasn't going to turn into a complicated jealousy sort of thing. After all, Danni knew beforehand what was going down; pardon the pun, though your dad didn't have an inkling. Nor do I want him to learn about this little . . 'dabbling on the side'? Would you like to see how I converted him, it still makes him happy and I have the fixin's right here?"
"Yeah! What's your secret to converting pop into a 'muffin-muncher'?
"Nothin' that was earthshaking. Just sort of a 'birds and bee's' kind of thing. Question? What do hummingbirds, and bees, have in common?"
Yeah! Right! Like my brain worked well with a golden naked nymph noshing on my salami - not! I had no clue at the moment.
"Nectar!" she said looking up from my dripping lollipop. "And how do flowers attract the birds and bees to help them spread their pollen?"
"Their perfume?" Not entirely stupid, I could figure out that girls wore perfume to attract guys, and I definitely wanted to 'pollinate' this elfin creature even if she was deflowered many years ago!
"Right!" The perky pixie beside me rolled over to her end-table and opened the drawer. She took out a tiny little glass phial with an ornate stopper in the top. She shook the vial and dabbed a drop of the amber oil on her bush. Then returning that to the stand, she withdrew a small jar of a honey-colored thick fluid and smeared that on her labia and clit. "Lick me lover!" She commanded. My pleasure, this was exactly the best next step in seducing this lively and lithe tease I wanted to make so much I could taste it. Now I was getting to taste the place I wanted to pleasure with my pole.
The perfume was a heady sweet flowery fragrance that wafted up from the heated loins of the lovely lady I was lapping. A musky over-tone was mixed with the blossoms as her natural scent gave an aromatic note of her arousal. As I slurped the syrup of her sex, the other flavor was honey. Yes, honey and Jasmine were the simple things that had turned my father's taste in women, from Danielle to Susan. Maybe things might have never . . well, speculation of that sort is useless; the point being - so now my father was fine with eating pussy. Nor did he necessarily need the sensory enhancers anymore to get him over the hump, or mons as it were. So Sue explained, but added that they were still a nice romantic touch, so she kept them handy for the occasional evenings when she wanted to encourage his lips to linger longer down at her labia.
Now I was being allowed to work my magic at her womanhood, with talent of tongue and lots of lip-smacking smooches and even my nose got to tickle her nookie; as I inhaled the heady mix and savor Susie's sinful sauces. She was beginning to have her hips rise and her moans were more and more like she was approaching climax. But again, not the in the mode I desired as a gratification which would be for us both. It was almost time to make the move to between her thighs. I was sure she was more than slick enough for me to stick my stinger in her honey-pot. She had enough pot and this honey blond was open as a blossom in the bright morning. I was the son who wanted to shine on her petals, only one thing kept us from the consummation of our growing desire.
As I had learned from Shannon, these sorts of seductions had to be handled 'delicately'. Delicious as the moment was and as licentious as our liaison was, it need to be an inevitable moment of incest. Even though technically it wasn't consanguine, it was unsanctioned, and I would not Ra*e any woman, though gladly would I ravage at her request. Thus I needed her to ask, beg or somehow confess 'that she couldn't stop herself, nor me, from the spiraling coil of coitus that carried us into compulsory copulation; the urgent stirrings that overcomes the conscience, the physical craving that makes mincemeat of morality, the burning lust that sweeps all rational thought and emotional inhibitions aside. That flood of need for the two of you to unite, and rejoice in each other's rutting revels together.
But I guess it wasn't such a delicate moment when Susie suddenly cried out, "Fuck me, FucK Me! FUCK ME!! FUUCCKK MMEEE!!" But it was certainly the go ahead point for our genitals to be hitched in tandem. Like the pistol into its custom holster, I socked my loaded weapon into her sheath. 'And away we went!' as the saying goes. Like rabbits, hunching in rapid motion to make the most of the time we were having fun. After I had brought the first of her pent-up cums to fruition, I concentrated on making my banana last as long as possible, so that her split was not creamed too early. Having tasted her appetizer, before the main course, I wanted to make sure that she got all the desserts she deserved. Then I could be allowed to cream. Bad jokes, I know but great sex!
Perhaps it was the grass, or my youth, maybe the naughty (or was it nasty) sin of having her step-son in her bed; possibly the return to the heterosexual side of the street, or the just novelty of another man - like the new experience of making it with a woman; or the whole weirdly insane scene that these blended into, within only just a few days of each other. Whatever the combined effects of the factors that went on inside Susie's body and brain and heart, she really was rock-&-rolling, after that first orgasm; her climaxes kept on exploding, chains of cums and big bombs blasting off, she was multi-O'd to the Nth degree!
She wanted it from all angles, every several minutes we would switch to a new position, after she had had a cum or two. I was on top, then she scissored her legs around to doggie; flipped over to be on top with her riding me, then we went back to missionary. I had never realized that she was so gymnastic! Like having the tiger by the tail, I had to hang on, so that I would survive the experience with this wild pussy! Finally, having lost and regained my tumescence once or twice in the merry melee, as I floated on her form while fucking the manic minx who I was making love to, I managed to get my own climax accomplished. I pressed deep and felt my tip bump her uterus nubs.
So beautiful to release your semen into the warm, wet cavity that accepts your love lotion as an offering of worship. It feels like part of your soul is spewed out in a gush of rushing liquid. With the urging of her body to connect with yours, as you both pound together in a final tumult, clapping clashes of tympanic genitalia, your grunts and groans are echoed by her cries and wails. Sex is wonderful and special, and raw and raunchy, spiritual and earthy, human and animal, the most miraculous and most common of phenomena, all at the same time. It is the physical way that I demonstrate my love to females. Who do I love more than my three moms? Why wouldn't I want to make love to those three desirable ladies if I could? It turns out that I was able to, and did. At least, two down and one to go!
Four days later, I was going into my second home, that place I was equally happy to dwell at, though as of late I actually spent more time there. It was sometimes referred to by dad as 'lesbian's lair'. He still had a little resentment to having lost mom Danni to mother Shannon. Even though he had been the one who had cheated first. On the other hand, earlier, before peace was made between the two couples, Dad and Susie's home was spitefully dubbed 'The Hovel of His and Whore's' by the double moms. When I entered I called out, but neither mother Shannon, nor Danni answered. I was going to my room to get a video game, when I heard crying.
It was very soft, coming from their bedroom. I knocked. Mom Danni said in a small voice, "I'll be out in a little while." I normally would have gone about my business, but it was unusual for her to weep. I tried the knob and it was unlocked. I opened the door and went in. Mom was on the bed in a robe and she had a box of tissues next to her. Her face was a bit puffy and her eyes red. I went over and sat next to her and began to rub her shoulder. She whispered, "I'll be okay, it's nothing."
I felt protective. "What is it, can I help? Don't feel bad, Shannon and I can make it all better, I'm sure."
With my words, she burst into a new set of tears. I was unsure of what was going on. "Just hold me, Honey." I stretched out next to her and took her in my arms in a comforting hug.
"Tell me, please mom? I want to share what is bothering you and be there for you." Having three mothers makes you sensitive to the feelings of others and helps one to know how to get them to open up. I empathized with her even if I didn't understand yet what was upsetting her.
She took a new tissue from the box and had a big blow of her cute little nose. "I didn't think that I would feel this way."
"Which way?"
"It's complicated . . and . . private."
"I'm not old enough to know all about the secrets of this family of mixed nuts?" That got a little laugh from her, because of course there were not many secrets left to hide, after all these years of living with all four of them.
"It's not my secret to tell."
"So where is mom Shannon? I'll ask her; does she know you're crying?"
"She's not here right now. She had to go to get something for her job at a place that was hours away. She'll be gone for the evening, back late."
"I'll phone."
"NO!"
"Then I'll get Susie and we'll cheer you up in no time. Come on mom, you can't be 'Miss Misery', and not love some company?" A paraphrase of her 'Mr. Misery' pep talks from my childhood. Instead of getting her to giggle as I expected the remark drew a grumble-mumble I didn't catch. "What? Say again."
Still a grumble-mumble, but clear enough the second time she voiced, "I don't want Susan, either!"
I thought I was beginning to catch on now. "Is this about Shannon and Susie's . . date?"
She looked up at me surprised. "You knew about that?"
I didn't know if mom Danni knew about my being instrumental in the arrangement, so I went low key for the moment. "I sort of gathered that dad got . . a second pair of horns from your partner." Now the humor worked and I got a chuckle.
"Yeah, but while I knew about it before hand, and even gave my permission, I didn't . . I didn't . . expect to feel jealous . . AND I DOOO!" Back to weeping as she burst into fresh tears with her outburst of a pitiable wail. I held her and shushed her and rocked her a bit. Kissed her forehead and caressed her hair, trying to calm her.
"You wanted to mess around with Susie too?" Now I knew this was not so, but it was a tactic to get her to open up about the dynamics, it wasn't meant to be funny, and I immediately followed with, "No . . You don't want Shannon to have temptation living up the block, too close to home. Huh? That it? Afraid that you will have to share Shannon with the woman that was your rival for your husband, back in the day. And now you are afraid another triangle will make things complicated again. Right?"
Mom Danni hugged me tight and kissed me on the lips and looked into my eyes and smiled, even. "How was I ever so lucky to have such a smart son, who sees right into the very center of things and identifies the heart of the matter?"
"Mom, you are just blessed, 'cause God loves you, and She sent me, then Shannon to love you and bring you the joy that you deserve. You helped me so many times when I had romantic issues and teenage angst. I learned from you about hearts and love and happiness. Now listen and pay attention. I know for a fact that was a special sort of, how does Shannon put it, that British expression she uses . . ."
"One off"
"Yeah, just a onetime only happening. Susie is not going gay or bi, she just wanted to see what you have found to be good, and now that she has gotten to try, she doesn't have to wonder anymore. And Shannon, well, she had her own curiosity all these years, and now that has been taken care of. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I think that a taste of the milk dish on the other side of the fence has satisfied both pussies in this case."
"Jeez! Where the hell do you come up with those awful puns? You get that stinky shit from your dad."
"Speaking of eating and dad. I happened to know that he has since learned to eat pussy! So Susie doesn't lack for licking, if you will pardon my tongue in cheek," mom Danni slapped my arm for that one, "to motivate her in jumping the fence like you, she gets the lapping at her lap all she wants now days."
"How, young man, do you happen to know such intimate things about their love life?"
"Uh . . . it's a secret?"
This was the sort of thing that started my mom Danni to tickle me when I was a youngster, in order to get me to tell something. It usually worked because it was a game we played and I love teasing her so that she would do it. We always had lots of fun, though it was a bit of rough housing, and as I got older and bigger she did it less and less, because she no longer had the physical advantage. But as I had hoped, the phrase changed the mood and she reverted to the old strategy to get the secret out of me. She started to wiggle her fingers in the spots she knew I was vulnerable, and I tried to defend myself. We rolled around on the mattress for a few moments.
Shannon positioned herself on the bed beside Danni, but so that the camera's view was not blocked. After a little cunnilingus for warm-up, she started moving the dildo up and down the slick slot of her partner's pussy.
"It's a boy-toy," declared Danni.
"Yes," said Shannon.
"Kind of more slender, is he young?"
"Yes. A small push between the labia, but not quite going in yet."
"Is it, someone I know?"
"Yes." Shannon played the shaft up and over the clitoris, in a teasing fashion.
"Is it someone I see often?"
"Quite often."
"Someone at work?" Danni spread her thighs a bit.
"No." The dildo went to the abdomen and rocked sideways on her naked tummy. I guess to let Danni get the feel of the length and breadth of my 'stand-in'.
"Umm... the pizza-boy?
"Noo... and that's five questions down. Do you want a hint?"
"Okay is he naughty or nasty?" asked Danni.
"Definitely more than naughty!" Shannon worked the tip in Danni a little again.
"He seems eager and hard. Have I ever thought about him?"
"Maybe, but you never mentioned it to me that you considered him as a potential lover. But to be honest, you did comment that he was well equipped."
"His package was discussed by us? Then I must have seen him in his swimsuit!"
"And in his tux and in his underwear, and . ."
"Brad Pitt! He's been in a tux and swimsuits and underwear in all kinds of movies. You know I have a thing for him. Are you sure his dick is that skinny?"
"Not Angelina's hubby. I was about to add that you've seen him in his birthday suit too."
"Is it a movie star or celebrity of some sort?" Her knees were going wide and her pelvis was tilted up, as the male substitute was dipping deeper but still not penetrating more than halfway. The blindfold on her head made the entire game more erotic for me somehow, even though I was just watching on my computer screen a block away. I had to start rubbing my prick, it was hot seeing mom even if the image might be slightly blurry, too bad it wasn't a close up, and the lighting was dim. Still, this was going to be instructive for when my turn came for real, with Danni.
"Remember, it's someone you know."
"If I see him often, and he's not from work, young . . . a neighbor? Jeff Thompson, from down the block that delivers the paper, isn't he kind of young?"
"Ten questions to go, want another hint?" The dildo was regularly sawing in Danni's cavity, but still just teasing, it came out and moved all over the surrounding area spreading the lubrication it had soaked in. I could see a dark center where it had been moments before.
"Hint!"
"He has the hots for you. Had them for a long time!"
"That does sound nasty, like maybe . . have I ever seen him . . uh . . hard? Have haven't seen that many men hard since you and I . . ohh! - put it in again! . . . since we became a pair."
"I believe you said that you have . . seen his rod rigid." Shannon went back to working the dildo in and now she was making it more a serious fucking motion.
"God, I'm stumped. It can't be my ex. Haven't seen him since before the divorce. My last liaison, the guy was thick and not as long. There was that guy that lost his swim suit at the gym's pool last month, but he wasn't hard. Cute, and a nice piece of meat, however soft, so that leaves him out. The only male I've seen naked and hard lately was . . . waass . . Shanni! You can't be . . not . . that would be a 'no-no-never-never' . . not Pete, my own son? You couldn't be meaning . ." Shannon pushed the boy-toy deep into Danni's cunt and started a slow in and out with full strokes.
"He has the hots for you, has for a long time. You knew that, you once discussed his incestuous cravings for not only yourself, but for Susie and even me as well. The boy is quite the handsome lad! You saw his dick upright the other day, wasn't it nice and long and slender, but very stiff, and mouth-wateringly sexy. That's what you said. You can't deny that you haven't wondered what he would be like in bed. Susie and I have, you too, right?" The dildo was thrusting with authority, as if I was taking mom Danni and nothing would stop me - us!
"Ohh! Shanni . . " She called her partner Shanni? in bed, Danni and Shanni . . I had never heard that nickname used before for Shannon, not by my mom Danni nor anyone. Danni was continuing to protest even as her hips jerked in response to my 'fill-in-fella' fucking her. "Not Pete, he's not . . I would never . . GOD! My own son, that would be too nasty, that is a 'never-never-class' type of thing. I couldn't fuck my own kid, Uhooh . . Shanni, oohhh! That's good, like that, Pete! . . I mean . ."
"AHH! You are thinking about him, aren't you? That peek at his erection was erotic, wasn't it? Admit it, that handsome young rogue would be a great lay, even if he is your own son. And he wants you; he really has a full-blown Oedipus complex for you. He wants to screw with his mother Danni. He wants to make love to the woman that gave him birth. Wouldn't you like to love him back that way? Take him in your arms and between your legs, and inside your body; let him complete the joyful union that he has always desired? Because that is what you secretly have yearned for too, since he started to get to be a man? Admit it to yourself Danni, love and let go, let his cock conquer your cunt!"
Danni gave in with this pressure from her partner and let her body take command; started to buck and the fake-me went to town in her vagina. "Yes! Oh baby! Honey! Pete! Fuck your mother, Pete. Make me cum, cum in me, my sweet son. Give me your hot seed in my pussy; fill me with your jism, NOW! NNOOWWW!!"
While I watched, my mom Danni climaxed pretending it was me cumming inside her which was making her have the aching orgasm that was racking her body. DAMN! I wish I was there, but with this game finishing like that, I knew my time was not so far away! It came to me then, this is what Shanni, er . . Shannon had meant when she had said, it just takes some . . imagination. Mom Danni had been imagining she and I doing the dirty-deed. From there, the reality was not that big of a step away.
As it turned out Susie was my next mom to make it with me. I was able to connect with a girl who had a regular supply of product for sale, pot in other words. This was very good stuff and cost a pretty penny, but I had an important goal to use it for. Bribing and bedding Susan, mom three, or two depending on how you counted, chronologically, or who became the stepmother first. Technically, Danni and Shannon moved in together before dad married Susie, but Susie moved in with Dad before Shannon became my step-uh . . can't say step-father, step-partner? Step-mother in a way too. But who's counting?
I cleaned the grass, and bought a smokeless pipe from the local head-shop, and waited until I could get Sue alone. She came in dusty and sweaty from her garden the next day. Dad was out on a golf game, so the timing was fortuitous. I hurried to my room to get the marijuana in a glass vial and the new pipe. I knocked and entered the master bedroom. But I was too late. Or too early, depending how you look at it. What I was looking at was a Susie in her bra and panties. She had stripped her dirty duds and was about to take a shower, just going into the bathroom off their bed room when I arrived. She squeaked an 'EEK!' Grabbed a towel and held it in front of her.
"I'm sorry, Susie. I should have knocked but since you were done weeding I thought you might like to get rid of a different kind of weed. That is to say, by burning it. Or if you will, the herb you can't grow in your garden anymore. I have a supply of it I wanted to give you, as a gift because . ." [I had to think fast because I was winging it at the moment. I needed to come up with a believable excuse. I mean, you don't say, 'I got you some dope because I hope to hop in bed with you by getting you stoned!' which of course was the truth, but too bold to be stated outright. My motives would soon enough become obvious. So what to - I've got it! . .] "Because I know that is what you were referring to when you suggested I ask dad about what you meant, with that broad hint you made the other day."
"When you propositioned me for Shannon, and kissed me and held me tight so you could feel my tits against your body?"
"Yeeaahh, that time. Pop told me about your . . earlier vegetable garden with the special herb you grew that you turned him on to. So I thought that you guys might like to . . mm . . relive old times, revive those fun days of buzzed love making. Dad said he missed it. [SHIT! Now I had blown my chance, I made it seem like it was for her and dad, without her and I having a glow-and-go at stoned loving.]
"Well, that is really sweet of you! First you act as a go between for Shannon, and now you get some grass for your father and I to share and perk up our staid sex-life. I hope you got some for yourself. Pot I mean, I don't expect that Shannon's kind of kink got you any of her tail. I suppose that you might have played match-maker out of the sheer goodness of your heart. But knowing Shannon, I'm sure that she had some sort of incentive to provide an extra benefit one way or another."
"I won't say that I didn't have a motive of some kind of gain promised, [which cannot be revealed at this time!] But naturally, I was glad to make my mom's happy if things went well. And I hope they did."
Susie relaxed a bit and leaned on the door frame to the bathroom, she let the terry cloth droop a bit. "OH! It certainly went well. A well is a deep and wet hole, and that is what she discovered with me. I was certainly satisfied, and it satisfied a long standing curiosity. Though, I wouldn't want it as any kind of regular . . diet, eating or . . being dinner. But getting stoned I never tired of. "You got it there? Come in the bathroom and let's get a buzz on. The fan can exhaust the smell."
She led the way and I followed, as she tossed the towel on the toilet and turned with a huge grin on her cute little blond face. Like a naughty angel, so petite, almost like she was still in high school. The perky imp that had seduced my father stood in her demi-bra and scanty low-cut briefs. I had seen her in her underwear, on occasion glimpsed her so, and once even nude. She wore the tiniest of bikinis at the beach or out in the backyard for sunbathing, but never hinting she would be less modest with her stepson. That was certainly quite enough skin to stir my fantasies of her for masturbation sessions.
Now we smoked a bowl, passing the pipe. She declared it primo (the cleaning always helps that of course) and wanted another bowl before taking a shower. She said that she loved to be high and wet, any kind of wet. Including, as she put it looking me directly in the eyes, 'where my dirty young mind was thinking about'! She smirked and held the smoke in. Finally, Susie blew her last toke into my mouth and made it a kiss as well. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, "Want to watch me take a shower?" Since the answer was obvious, as witness the large bulge in my jeans, she stripped off her top and bottom. Naked as a water nymph she stepped into the shower stall, but didn't close the door. I was pretty sure that she was not expecting me to share the enclosure with her, nor had she indicated that I would be welcome. She sudsed up her torso and legs, then washed her hair. The yellow tresses darkened and collected like a horse's tail trailing down her back, the long tresses she took pride in.
Susan made clear her intention to be singular in the spray when she said, "I'm so horny, Pete, I just have to get myself off. Make sure I don't slip and hurt myself, so you keep watching." Like I could tear my eyes off her pink nipples capping the perfect small breasts and the golden fleece that was now host to her delicate fingers rubbing gash that ran down and around the firm tight bottom of her tush. Her face, open mouthed and closed eyed was turned up, though out of the direct spray, and was a vision of a girl in the throes of happy frigging. It didn't take too long, and she had a nice little shuddering peak. I was leaking pre-cum from the shower show she had shared with her youthful companion. ['But what about me??!!', Mr. Pete's peter asked.]
Not to worry. Susie rinsed once more and stepped out, grabbing the towel and handing it to me. Obvious I had the pleasure of drying her, even if I didn't get to run soapy hands all over her, and use my fingers to fiddle in her middle. Then when she was dry, only damp down where I had foregone to touch, she led me to the bedside and began to strip me. When we were both nude, she got the pipe and we proceeded to smoke another bowl. ['OH-BOY!', I thought.]
Her nips were sticking out and my dick was sticking up, as we sat side by side in the altogether. She blew out the last toke, and grinned a wicked little smile at me. "Your turn!" she said, as Susie pushed me flat on the mattress. She leaned over and put her mouth on my dick. Turning so she was T-'boning' me as she performed an expert job of fellatio, I saw her boobies hanging down and reached out to fondle them. They were firm and yet still full for her figure, the points were berries to be plucked, and I made sure they got their fair share of attention.
Her mouth was this wonderful 'O' that ringed my cock and worked up and down three quarters of its length. You wouldn't think that a small woman had that depth, but it must have been technique. But this wasn't going to get me off inside her vagina, where I really wanted my hard-on to lose its load. I asked, "Would you like me to reciprocate? I eat pussy very well. I bet you don't get much of that from dad."
Susan looked up at me and gave a little laugh. She said, "He didn't used to, I had to teach him; but now he does just fine when it cums to cunnilingus. You know, Shannon hinted at something similar. I guess that was the case with your mom, Danni, but I knew some tricks she didn't. He has enjoyed going down on me ever since. I let Shannon have her 'lunch', and I had 'snacked' on her snatch to see what it was like with a woman. I never had that college-dorm opportunity, like some girls get a chance to experiment at that age. I've been feeling adventurous lately, middle-aged restlessness I guess."
"Also, I think that I was secure enough with my relationship with your Father by this time, and comfortable enough in my own skin as to my sexuality, to try a walk on the wild side. It still was in the family so to speak, and it wasn't going to turn into a complicated jealousy sort of thing. After all, Danni knew beforehand what was going down; pardon the pun, though your dad didn't have an inkling. Nor do I want him to learn about this little . . 'dabbling on the side'? Would you like to see how I converted him, it still makes him happy and I have the fixin's right here?"
"Yeah! What's your secret to converting pop into a 'muffin-muncher'?
"Nothin' that was earthshaking. Just sort of a 'birds and bee's' kind of thing. Question? What do hummingbirds, and bees, have in common?"
Yeah! Right! Like my brain worked well with a golden naked nymph noshing on my salami - not! I had no clue at the moment.
"Nectar!" she said looking up from my dripping lollipop. "And how do flowers attract the birds and bees to help them spread their pollen?"
"Their perfume?" Not entirely stupid, I could figure out that girls wore perfume to attract guys, and I definitely wanted to 'pollinate' this elfin creature even if she was deflowered many years ago!
"Right!" The perky pixie beside me rolled over to her end-table and opened the drawer. She took out a tiny little glass phial with an ornate stopper in the top. She shook the vial and dabbed a drop of the amber oil on her bush. Then returning that to the stand, she withdrew a small jar of a honey-colored thick fluid and smeared that on her labia and clit. "Lick me lover!" She commanded. My pleasure, this was exactly the best next step in seducing this lively and lithe tease I wanted to make so much I could taste it. Now I was getting to taste the place I wanted to pleasure with my pole.
The perfume was a heady sweet flowery fragrance that wafted up from the heated loins of the lovely lady I was lapping. A musky over-tone was mixed with the blossoms as her natural scent gave an aromatic note of her arousal. As I slurped the syrup of her sex, the other flavor was honey. Yes, honey and Jasmine were the simple things that had turned my father's taste in women, from Danielle to Susan. Maybe things might have never . . well, speculation of that sort is useless; the point being - so now my father was fine with eating pussy. Nor did he necessarily need the sensory enhancers anymore to get him over the hump, or mons as it were. So Sue explained, but added that they were still a nice romantic touch, so she kept them handy for the occasional evenings when she wanted to encourage his lips to linger longer down at her labia.
Now I was being allowed to work my magic at her womanhood, with talent of tongue and lots of lip-smacking smooches and even my nose got to tickle her nookie; as I inhaled the heady mix and savor Susie's sinful sauces. She was beginning to have her hips rise and her moans were more and more like she was approaching climax. But again, not the in the mode I desired as a gratification which would be for us both. It was almost time to make the move to between her thighs. I was sure she was more than slick enough for me to stick my stinger in her honey-pot. She had enough pot and this honey blond was open as a blossom in the bright morning. I was the son who wanted to shine on her petals, only one thing kept us from the consummation of our growing desire.
As I had learned from Shannon, these sorts of seductions had to be handled 'delicately'. Delicious as the moment was and as licentious as our liaison was, it need to be an inevitable moment of incest. Even though technically it wasn't consanguine, it was unsanctioned, and I would not Ra*e any woman, though gladly would I ravage at her request. Thus I needed her to ask, beg or somehow confess 'that she couldn't stop herself, nor me, from the spiraling coil of coitus that carried us into compulsory copulation; the urgent stirrings that overcomes the conscience, the physical craving that makes mincemeat of morality, the burning lust that sweeps all rational thought and emotional inhibitions aside. That flood of need for the two of you to unite, and rejoice in each other's rutting revels together.
But I guess it wasn't such a delicate moment when Susie suddenly cried out, "Fuck me, FucK Me! FUCK ME!! FUUCCKK MMEEE!!" But it was certainly the go ahead point for our genitals to be hitched in tandem. Like the pistol into its custom holster, I socked my loaded weapon into her sheath. 'And away we went!' as the saying goes. Like rabbits, hunching in rapid motion to make the most of the time we were having fun. After I had brought the first of her pent-up cums to fruition, I concentrated on making my banana last as long as possible, so that her split was not creamed too early. Having tasted her appetizer, before the main course, I wanted to make sure that she got all the desserts she deserved. Then I could be allowed to cream. Bad jokes, I know but great sex!
Perhaps it was the grass, or my youth, maybe the naughty (or was it nasty) sin of having her step-son in her bed; possibly the return to the heterosexual side of the street, or the just novelty of another man - like the new experience of making it with a woman; or the whole weirdly insane scene that these blended into, within only just a few days of each other. Whatever the combined effects of the factors that went on inside Susie's body and brain and heart, she really was rock-&-rolling, after that first orgasm; her climaxes kept on exploding, chains of cums and big bombs blasting off, she was multi-O'd to the Nth degree!
She wanted it from all angles, every several minutes we would switch to a new position, after she had had a cum or two. I was on top, then she scissored her legs around to doggie; flipped over to be on top with her riding me, then we went back to missionary. I had never realized that she was so gymnastic! Like having the tiger by the tail, I had to hang on, so that I would survive the experience with this wild pussy! Finally, having lost and regained my tumescence once or twice in the merry melee, as I floated on her form while fucking the manic minx who I was making love to, I managed to get my own climax accomplished. I pressed deep and felt my tip bump her uterus nubs.
So beautiful to release your semen into the warm, wet cavity that accepts your love lotion as an offering of worship. It feels like part of your soul is spewed out in a gush of rushing liquid. With the urging of her body to connect with yours, as you both pound together in a final tumult, clapping clashes of tympanic genitalia, your grunts and groans are echoed by her cries and wails. Sex is wonderful and special, and raw and raunchy, spiritual and earthy, human and animal, the most miraculous and most common of phenomena, all at the same time. It is the physical way that I demonstrate my love to females. Who do I love more than my three moms? Why wouldn't I want to make love to those three desirable ladies if I could? It turns out that I was able to, and did. At least, two down and one to go!
Four days later, I was going into my second home, that place I was equally happy to dwell at, though as of late I actually spent more time there. It was sometimes referred to by dad as 'lesbian's lair'. He still had a little resentment to having lost mom Danni to mother Shannon. Even though he had been the one who had cheated first. On the other hand, earlier, before peace was made between the two couples, Dad and Susie's home was spitefully dubbed 'The Hovel of His and Whore's' by the double moms. When I entered I called out, but neither mother Shannon, nor Danni answered. I was going to my room to get a video game, when I heard crying.
It was very soft, coming from their bedroom. I knocked. Mom Danni said in a small voice, "I'll be out in a little while." I normally would have gone about my business, but it was unusual for her to weep. I tried the knob and it was unlocked. I opened the door and went in. Mom was on the bed in a robe and she had a box of tissues next to her. Her face was a bit puffy and her eyes red. I went over and sat next to her and began to rub her shoulder. She whispered, "I'll be okay, it's nothing."
I felt protective. "What is it, can I help? Don't feel bad, Shannon and I can make it all better, I'm sure."
With my words, she burst into a new set of tears. I was unsure of what was going on. "Just hold me, Honey." I stretched out next to her and took her in my arms in a comforting hug.
"Tell me, please mom? I want to share what is bothering you and be there for you." Having three mothers makes you sensitive to the feelings of others and helps one to know how to get them to open up. I empathized with her even if I didn't understand yet what was upsetting her.
She took a new tissue from the box and had a big blow of her cute little nose. "I didn't think that I would feel this way."
"Which way?"
"It's complicated . . and . . private."
"I'm not old enough to know all about the secrets of this family of mixed nuts?" That got a little laugh from her, because of course there were not many secrets left to hide, after all these years of living with all four of them.
"It's not my secret to tell."
"So where is mom Shannon? I'll ask her; does she know you're crying?"
"She's not here right now. She had to go to get something for her job at a place that was hours away. She'll be gone for the evening, back late."
"I'll phone."
"NO!"
"Then I'll get Susie and we'll cheer you up in no time. Come on mom, you can't be 'Miss Misery', and not love some company?" A paraphrase of her 'Mr. Misery' pep talks from my childhood. Instead of getting her to giggle as I expected the remark drew a grumble-mumble I didn't catch. "What? Say again."
Still a grumble-mumble, but clear enough the second time she voiced, "I don't want Susan, either!"
I thought I was beginning to catch on now. "Is this about Shannon and Susie's . . date?"
She looked up at me surprised. "You knew about that?"
I didn't know if mom Danni knew about my being instrumental in the arrangement, so I went low key for the moment. "I sort of gathered that dad got . . a second pair of horns from your partner." Now the humor worked and I got a chuckle.
"Yeah, but while I knew about it before hand, and even gave my permission, I didn't . . I didn't . . expect to feel jealous . . AND I DOOO!" Back to weeping as she burst into fresh tears with her outburst of a pitiable wail. I held her and shushed her and rocked her a bit. Kissed her forehead and caressed her hair, trying to calm her.
"You wanted to mess around with Susie too?" Now I knew this was not so, but it was a tactic to get her to open up about the dynamics, it wasn't meant to be funny, and I immediately followed with, "No . . You don't want Shannon to have temptation living up the block, too close to home. Huh? That it? Afraid that you will have to share Shannon with the woman that was your rival for your husband, back in the day. And now you are afraid another triangle will make things complicated again. Right?"
Mom Danni hugged me tight and kissed me on the lips and looked into my eyes and smiled, even. "How was I ever so lucky to have such a smart son, who sees right into the very center of things and identifies the heart of the matter?"
"Mom, you are just blessed, 'cause God loves you, and She sent me, then Shannon to love you and bring you the joy that you deserve. You helped me so many times when I had romantic issues and teenage angst. I learned from you about hearts and love and happiness. Now listen and pay attention. I know for a fact that was a special sort of, how does Shannon put it, that British expression she uses . . ."
"One off"
"Yeah, just a onetime only happening. Susie is not going gay or bi, she just wanted to see what you have found to be good, and now that she has gotten to try, she doesn't have to wonder anymore. And Shannon, well, she had her own curiosity all these years, and now that has been taken care of. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but I think that a taste of the milk dish on the other side of the fence has satisfied both pussies in this case."
"Jeez! Where the hell do you come up with those awful puns? You get that stinky shit from your dad."
"Speaking of eating and dad. I happened to know that he has since learned to eat pussy! So Susie doesn't lack for licking, if you will pardon my tongue in cheek," mom Danni slapped my arm for that one, "to motivate her in jumping the fence like you, she gets the lapping at her lap all she wants now days."
"How, young man, do you happen to know such intimate things about their love life?"
"Uh . . . it's a secret?"
This was the sort of thing that started my mom Danni to tickle me when I was a youngster, in order to get me to tell something. It usually worked because it was a game we played and I love teasing her so that she would do it. We always had lots of fun, though it was a bit of rough housing, and as I got older and bigger she did it less and less, because she no longer had the physical advantage. But as I had hoped, the phrase changed the mood and she reverted to the old strategy to get the secret out of me. She started to wiggle her fingers in the spots she knew I was vulnerable, and I tried to defend myself. We rolled around on the mattress for a few moments.
