The summer before my Senior year of college near Baltimore, I was working an internship near my home in Newport News. I met Angie McDougall there. She was attending the same local university that my brother Tommy had just graduated. She'd met Tommy a few times, but they weren't more than acquaintances, being both different years and different colleges within the university. It still created a connection between us that led me to ask her out.
I would be a fool not to be aware that Angie resembled a younger version of my mom. A lot. I have a definite type, attracted to women with blond hair and the right amount of curves, that describes my mom completely. Angie was hardly the first girlfriend who fit that type, either.
It took Angie very little time to call me out on it, once she had met my parents, Stan and Marcy Rosetti, and had a chance to review my Facebook profile to see pictures of my past girlfriends. She said, "Damn, Derek. Are you consciously seeking out girls who look just like your mom?"
"I think I inherited my Dad's preferences," I said, defensively. I would say anything but admit to secretly fantasizing about sex with my own Mom. Sure, she was a classic MILF, but I wasn't supposed to be the "I" in that acronym.
Angie had wavier hair and hazel eyes where Mom's were brown. At 5'5", she was about an inch taller than Mom, about ten pounds slimmer, with C-cup boobs instead of Mom's Ds and narrower at waist and hips. I could imagine that a pregnancy or two would have Angie looking even more like Mom. Not that I wanted that or anything, right?
We dated that whole summer, falling fast for each other. We had sex whenever and wherever we could, which wasn't always that easy, since we both still lived in our childhood homes in neighboring towns. Angie had an older sister Pat with an apartment in her town who sometimes let us use it, but not that frequently.
By the end of the summer, I was deeply in love and Angie said the same. As our return to school approached, Angie and I agreed to an open relationship, so that neither of us had to be celibate on campus. We would see each other whenever we were home, but would not commit to anything more permanent until after we graduated. I was already saving up for an engagement ring, though.
I cultivated a fuck buddy on campus, a green-eyed blond, an even closer match to Mom's physique, even at 21. Alissa Gould planned to join the Peace Corps after graduation, so wasn't looking for a long-term relationship. But she didn't want a series of one-night-stands with different guys, either. We occasionally scratched each other's itch and were fine with that.
A couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, Angie let me know that the guy she'd been occasionally dating on campus had pushed for more of a commitment from her, which she refused to make, so he broke things off. I expected she'd be extra horny when we saw each other. I didn't hook up with Alissa the weekend before Thanksgiving, either, as I had some papers due before the break.
Meanwhile, I was getting hints from my parents that not all was well at home, now that they were finally empty nesters. As I mentioned, my older brother Tommy had attended a local college, living at home. He graduated the previous spring, then took a job in Chicago. He wasn't coming back to Newport News until Christmas, putting extra pressure on me at Thanksgiving to try and glue our parents back together.
I wasn't sure what I could do to help their marriage. I certainly didn't expect what actually happened.
On the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, I drove home. I saw Mom's car pull into the driveway next to Dad's just before I got there and parked at the curb. Mom noticed me pull up and ran over to the car. "Derek! You're early," she said once I'd opened my door, to hug her tight.
"My professor canceled my last class, so I got an early start," I explained, pulling my backpack and a duffel bag full of dirty clothes from the back seat.
Mom said, "I was able to leave work early, too, thinking I'd get home before you. At least I'm here. Your Dad is working from home this week, since there aren't any classes scheduled." Dad worked as an IT trainer, usually teaching classes on a weekly basis. The holiday meant no class this week.
We walked up to the front door and Mom unlocked it. It took only a moment after entering to see the clothes strewn over the living room floor and hear moans coming from the master bedroom next to it.
"That asshole," hissed Mom, as she started heading that way, slipping off her heels to be quiet. I set my bags down and followed her, hoping against hope that we were just hearing Dad watch some porn on his laptop. The fact that some of those clothes on the floor were a woman's hadn't yet penetrated my brain.
Mom froze in the open doorway and I came to a stop mere inches behind her. Looking over her shoulder to see Angie, her Hawaiian flower tattoo visible on her left shoulder, bouncing on top of my Dad, was the last thing I expected to see. "So fucking good," Angie muttered, between moans. Neither of them noticed us, with Angie's back to the door and Dad's view of the door blocked by her.
Despite the shock, my prick still responded as if I was watching porn, stiffening in seconds. My mom, instead of screaming, began to back out of the room, bumping right into my surging dick. We both retreated. Once in the hallway, Mom turned and gestured for silence. She took my hand and walked me back through the living room to the stairs and up to my room. My cock was still hard, my mind still filled by the image of my dad's cock driving up into my girlfriend.
Once the door to my room was closed and we were sat down on my bed, Mom finally spoke, a lot more calmly than I expected. "I should have known he wouldn't keep his promise forever. I'm both sorry and not sorry that he broke it like this, though."
"What promise?" I queried.
"He made me a deal six years ago, baby. He would be exclusive to me, if I didn't make any moves to seduce you or Tommy once you each turned 18." Her hand moved to my thigh, just an inch from my hard rod running down my pant leg.
"What?!?" I blurted. "Seduce us?" Did I hear her right?
Mom grinned at my shock. "You joke with people that you're drawn to girls who look like me because you inherited your dad's attraction to blonds. It's probably even truer that you inherited an itch for incest from me."
"You're kidding," I said. "Aren't you?"
"Nope," she said, moving her hand that last inch, grasping my cock through my jeans. "I've been attracted to all of the men in my family. I gave my cherry to my brother Mark before he went into the military. After my mom passed, comforting Dad turned into an affair that lasted for the next year, before I met your dad, who reminds me of both of them."
"Grandpa?" I asked.
Mom answered, "Yes, baby. I fucked my dad and we both loved it. I confessed it to Stan before we got engaged. He didn't break up with me over it, but didn't approve of our idea of family love and insisted I end the affair. Then Grandpa met Bridget and married her. As you boys both got closer to 18, your dad insisted I shouldn't pursue anything with you, even though I was attracted to you both. We made a deal. He had to be 100% exclusive to me and I would be exclusive to him. It might come as a surprise to you, but we had an open relationship prior to that. We had other lovers, swapped with other couples, went to swing parties, things like that. Less often after Tommy was born, but often enough. It turned your dad on to watch me with other men. He just didn't want my permission to choose other lovers to extend to my family. So, we cut each other off from the lifestyle entirely."
My world was spinning off its axis, but my cock was getting even harder, thinking about Mom with other men, my libido inserting myself into each scene. "Jeez, Mom. Is that promise what's causing trouble between you two, now?"
"Mostly," she answered. "Now that neither you nor Tommy are living here to tempt me every day, Stan is thinking that we should go back to swinging, but I said if we were going to end the deal, I wanted his permission to pursue the two of you when I could, or even pursue my Dad again. He refused, so we're stuck between what he wants and what I do. I didn't expect he would break the promise with your girlfriend, though. If she's even the first that he's fucked behind my back."
I said, "Well, Angie and I have chosen an open relationship, too, at least while we're apart for this school year. She has my permission to be with someone else, which would include Dad." I paused before asking, "Do you really want to have sex with me, Mom?"
"I wondered how long it would take you to stop avoiding the subject, baby," Mom answered. "Yes, I do. I think sex is best as an expression of love, even between family members, maybe extra special between them because you are deciding that your love is more powerful than the taboo. I also know when a man is attracted to me and you show all those signs. I'm not just talking about this erection," she said, giving it a quick squeeze. "Which I expect is as much from seeing Angie getting fucked as from this talk. It's all of the other times I've seen you looking at me with desire in your eyes and a stiff dick in your pants."
Mom leaned in and kissed me, her tongue pressing against my lips, asking for permission to enter. I opened my mouth and our tongues did battle for a minute, before she drew back and, putting her hand on my face and rubbing her thumb over my cheekbone, asked, "I'm not misreading you, am I?"
It was my last chance to back out. Not happening. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, "No, Mom, you're not misreading me, however much I've tried to hide it before now. I think you're gorgeous, the perfect woman, inside and out. I rank all other women against you. Angie comes close, but she's still not you. I would be honored to be your lover. I love you."
"Good answer," she murmured, reaching for the buttons on my shirt. I watched as she bared my chest and untucked the shirt from my jeans, then moved her hands to my wrists to undo the buttons there. She pushed the shirt over my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and off, tossing it towards my hamper.
She looked at me, sensed my hesitation and chuckled. "We're not going to get very far, if you're afraid to even undress me, Derek. Pull my sweater off."
"Sorry, Mom," I said, as I pulled on the waist hem of the snug sweater to draw it up and over her head, exposing her lacy bra, her nipples protruding through. "I guess, after living my whole life thinking I wasn't supposed to be doing this with you, I've got to adjust and treat you more like a woman who wants me to make love to her and less like my mom, who I'm supposed to respect above all else."
I caressed her breasts through the thin cups of her bra. They were a bit softer than the girls my own age, but not by a lot. As I squeezed her nipples for the first time, Mom arched her back, pressing her glorious tits into my hands. She reached behind herself and flicked open the clasp, then shrugged the straps from her shoulders.
I pinched the fabric around both of her nipples and Mom growled at the rasping sensation as I pulled each nipple and lacy cup towards me, until the bra pulled free and I tossed it aside. Facing me were the boobs that I'd fantasized about so often, in all their naked splendor. Wide, light brown areolae capped with darker, thimble sized nipples that barely pointed downward from the weight of each orb. Her body was well muscled, proof of years of going to the gym for weight training, aerobics and swimming. A few silvery stretch marks scattered along her abdomen reminded that she gave birth to Tommy and me.
Determined to stop being nervous about her being my mother, I lifted her right breast, leaning over to capture her thick nipple in my mouth, my tongue swirling around it. My right hand slipped between us to unbutton her slacks and work the zipper down.
"That's more like it, honey," Mom cooed, as her hands wrestled with my belt to get into my jeans.
Soon, we each had a hand deep inside the other's pants, squeezing or rubbing as best we could. I sucked hard against Mom's boob, sealing my lips around her entire areola, hoping I'd leave a hickey behind.
I didn't expect Mom was going to keep this a secret from Dad, after he had broken their promise to each other. Marking her was just one part of getting even with him. Not so much for having sex with Angie, but for denying Tommy and me the joy of loving our mother this way. Until now.
Although, since I'd never shared with my parents the open nature of my relationship with Angie, he might be due some anger if he had made the first move without knowing I would be okay with it. That was the last I thought about Dad for a while.
I stood up, kicked my shoes off and pulled my jeans and socks off, standing naked before my mom for the first time as an adult. She leaned forward, grasping my cock and balls, then placed a kiss on the head of my cock. "My beautiful boy," she whispered, before drawing me into her mouth, her tongue running fast circles around the rim of my glans.
"Oh, fuck," I muttered, chills running up my spine. Mom shifted around to kneel on the bed, her elbows on the edge. She engulfed me again, sucking harder. Her tongue pressed against the underside, wriggling back and forth. I felt my glans reach the back of her mouth before she angled her head to allow me entry into her throat. I felt that distinct swallow and before I knew it, her nose was pressed into my pubic hair and her tongue tip was extending along my balls. Angie usually gagged half a dozen times before she accomplished taking me deep. Chalk one up for experience.
Mom started a rhythm of pulling back to breathe and then pushing forward to sheathe me once more. She face fucked my cock, rather than the other way around, but I was more than satisfied to let her be in charge right then. I would get my chances to lead.
Every stroke, every slither of her tongue, every vibrating moan, produced more of that delicious tickle that told me I was closer to cumming. "Oh god, mom, that feels fantastic," I said and her eyes locked with mine.
She pulled completely off of me only long enough to urge, "Fuck my mouth, Derek. I want you to take me," then drove me all the way in again, grabbing my hands from my sides to put them onto her head, my fingers slipping into her golden hair. Her left hand moved back between her thighs. I figured she must be frigging herself and wished I could see it.
Taking her at her word, I pulled back and darted my hips forward, plunging back into her throat, setting a faster pace in and out than she had. Making sure she was getting enough breath in between her grunts, I worked myself higher until at last I had to shout, "I'm cumming, Mom! Oh, oh, fuck!" and my orgasm took over. Half a dozen strong streams roared through my shaft, into her throat, then flooded her mouth as I backed off a little.
I felt her swallowing around the end of my cock to keep up with my cream. As she pulled further away, she kept up her suction to make sure not a single drop escaped.
"Hmmm, yummy," she purred, as she rolled back onto her knees, licking her lips and wiping some spit from her chin. Mom shimmied her pants and panties down, pulled them past her knees and off. "Ready to return the favor, honey?" she asked, as she flopped down onto her back, her heels tucked against her butt at the edge of the bed, her spread knees nearly on the bed. She reached between her legs and spread her engorged labia with one hand, while the other beckoned me with a crooked finger. "Show me whether any of my younger clones taught you right," she teased.
I grabbed a pillow and folded it in half to kneel on. My hands wrapped over her firm thighs as I brought my face closer. I smelled her arousal first, before I tasted it. Both were delightful to my senses. After kissing her inner thighs, I ran the flat of my tongue along her labia from taint to clit, then ran the tip back down the left and up the right. "You're yummy, too," I said.
Mom had her left hand on my head. I could see her right hand pulling on her nipples. She grasped me tighter as I got close to her clit again. I took the hint and flicked across her clit for about 30 seconds before moving on again. Her tangy juices were copious and I drank deeply from her well. When I'd lapped up as much as I could, I slid two fingers inside her, seeking her g-spot. Her muscles nipped at my fingers. My tongue started working towards her pleasure nub as I located the rough patch inside her.
I heard Mom mutter, "They sure did," just as I flicked across her pea again. "Oh, Derek, fuck, fuck FUCK!" she cried, as her back arched after I pressed my fingers across her pleasure patch. I sucked both clit and hood into my mouth, lashing back and forth with the tip of my tongue. "Fuck, fuck, aaiiiiEEE!" she cried out and shook in orgasm.
I didn't let up, looking to extend her raging orgasm. Her tremors gradually stopped and Mom pushed my wet face away. Reluctantly, I eased my soaked fingers out of her, getting ready to climb onto the bed and fuck her for the first time.
"Oh my god!" I heard cried from the doorway. I looked back to see Angie staring at us, wearing nothing but a loose tshirt of Dad's and a look of shock. "You're... you're..." she stammered.
I whirled around on my knees and said, "Loving my mom? Yes. Brought about by you fucking my dad, in part. You're welcome to join in or to head back and fuck my Dad some more, but you're not stopping us."
"Join in," Angie decided as she walked over to the bed, sitting beside Mom, who had sat up again but didn't cover herself. Angie took Mom's hand and said, "I didn't come here today to seduce your husband, Marcy. But I did want a chance to talk to both of you about Derek, his transparent attraction to you and figure out how to move forward in a relationship with him if he really wants to be with you instead and I'm just a substitute."
"Can't I want you both equally?" I asked.
"Let me finish, honey," Angie said, turning back towards Mom. "Stan not only admitted he knew of Derek's attraction, he revealed your desire for your sons and the deal the two of you made to keep you away from them. Once I knew the attraction went both ways, I convinced him to stop opposing it, since it was only going to create resentments. Then I revealed my own attraction for him, the open relationship Derek and I have and took Stan me to bed as his first lover post-agreement. Derek doesn't get to be the only one attracted to the same physical attributes. I'll admit right now that I wouldn't mind a shot at Tommy, either."
Mom said, "My marriage started with me being attracted to Stan because he reminded me of my brother and dad, not just physically. It's no wonder my sons draw that same attraction. Is Stan really okay with this? Why isn't he up here to say these things?"
Angie shrugged and said, "I think 'okay' is too strong a word right now. I'd describe him more as resigned to it. He realizes that opposing a physical expression of your love for your sons is causing stress in your marriage, which he wants to resolve."
"Having sex with you is some way to communicate a 'yes'," Mom said.
"You weren't supposed to be home yet and we got so aroused from talking about everything that we couldn't wait. When we finished fucking and then saw that both of your cars were outside, we started hearing moans from up here and figured out that you must have seen us and decided to get even with us before Stan got a chance to make his permission explicit."
"That still doesn't explain why he's downstairs," I said.
"While he's willing to let this happen," Angie said, waving her hand at the two of us, "He said he didn't want to see it, even though he admits to being a voyeur with Marcy and any other men. Give him time to adjust, though. I think he may be willing to do a foursome, eventually, more than he would want a threesome without me there.""I need to talk to him, make sure he and I are still good," Mom responded. Turning to me, she said, "We're not done, baby. Give me a half hour to talk to Dad, make it clear that he's not losing me to you, then come down for dinner. I plan on spending the night with you, to finish consummating what we started."
I got up from the floor, tossed my pillow back onto the bed and sat beside Angie as Mom redressed and left. I turned to Angie and asked, "Are you okay with this, babe?"
"I talked your Dad into ending his blockade, didn't I?" She snuggled her head into my shoulder, then sniffed. "Mmmmm, I can smell Marcy's cum on your face. I've never been attracted to another woman before, but your mom gets to me. What I was trying to say at the doorway, before you got all defensive, was 'You're beautiful.'"
"Really?" I asked.
Angie nodded. "Watching you, I not only wished I was her, getting licked by you, I wished I was you, getting her off like that. I want... I want to watch your consummation tonight. Maybe I'll lick your cum out of her after. Can I... taste?"
I nodded and Angie turned my head to kiss me. Our tongues tangled with each other as a growl grew in her throat. "Oh, gawd," she murmured, when we parted. "I want more." Angie began licking across my chin, seeking more of Mom's elixir.
"This is totally not the way I expected this day to go," I said, chuckling, when Angle stopped and backed up to look me in in the eyes.
"Hah! The best days never are," Angie said. "It's the ones that surprise you that you remember most. I didn't expect what has happened to me today, either. I was only looking to get advice, before you came home. I certainly didn't expect I might gain both of your parents as lovers, too."
"You know I love you, Angie," I said, before kissing her deeply once more.
"I love you too, Derek," she said, when we parted. "Will you be okay with your Dad at dinner?"
"You think I'd be mad because he had sex with you? You had... you have my permission to be intimate with whoever you want and he knew he would have the same permission from my mom if he agreed to let her be with me. Mom might have a problem with his acting on that before telling her about changing his mind, but that doesn't affect me, since I didn't know anything about their agreement before today. If I have any problem with him, it's the time lost between Mom and I because he cock-blocked us. If he's not going to do it any more, I can let go of the resentment, forgive him before he asks."
"Good," Angie said. "So... your parents were swingers, huh? I could see us fitting into that lifestyle, don't you? I wonder if they still have contacts there."
"One thing at a time, babe," I said. "Let's get through the rest of today, first."
~~~~~
We chatted for a while longer before I slipped my clothes back on and we headed downstairs for dinner, only to find that Mom and Dad were in their bedroom, door wide open again, fucking each other's brains out.
Mom was in the same position Angie had been, so neither one of them saw us right away. Dad's hands were on Mom's boobs.
Before that day, I would have closed the door and made myself scarce. Instead, Angie and I watched from the doorway, my hands wrapped around her hips, reaching under Dad's tshirt to frig her pussy, while she rubbed her rump against my re-hardened cock.
"We have an audience," I finally heard Dad say.
Mom slowed to a stop, turned her head to look at us and said, "Join us, kids."
"You're sure?" I asked, as we walked towards the canopied king bed. Angie was already shedding the tshirt as I began undressing again. "I thought Dad didn't want to see us?"
Dad raised onto his elbows and watched us approach the side of the bed, then answered, "I'm trying, Derek. Your Mom and I talked and I finally admitted that my opposition to her incest was less about any immorality and more about fear that I'd lose her, whether to her dad and brother or to you and Tommy. She got me to see that I've only ever felt that insecurity towards her family members, where I knew she already loves you, not to other guys she's been with over the years based solely on sex. I figured out that I'm actually better off letting the two of you have sex in my presence, rather than asking her to make love to us separately, where my imagination would scare me more than the reality. Adding in Angie helps it be even."
"Even," I repeated, as the last of my clothes hit the floor for the second time in an hour. "Mom and I thought we were getting even with you when we went upstairs, now we're getting even in a different way as a foursome. So, how do we arrange this?"
Mom answered, "I want to finish riding your Dad, but how about having Angie ride Stan's face, while you stand between us and she and I give you a double blow job? Then we can switch positions and I can let you put that cock back where you came from."
"Works for me," I said. Really, all of it was more than I ever expected to happen. What would be the point in being impatient?
Mom started gyrating her hips over Dad's pelvis again, while Angie moved over to straddle his head, facing Mom. His arms curled over her thighs to pull her down onto his lips and I got a glimpse of his tongue splitting her labia.
I climbed up onto the bed, using the canopy rails to stabilize me so I could stand without falling as Mom bounced up and down on Dad.
Once I was upright, my cock sticking straight forward, Mom and Angie both leaned towards me, each bracing against my pelvis with one hand. Before pressing their lips around my cock from both sides, Angie lunged forward to press her lips to my Mom's in their first kiss.
Mom returned the kiss for fifteen seconds, then pulled back. "You want me, too, honey?" she asked Angie.
"I want to try, Marcy," Angie said, nervously. "I've never been with a woman before, though."
"I have," Mom said, shocking me again. "I'd love to be your first. After we wear the guys out, that is. If I know these two, just watching us should be good for one more erection."
Mom and Angie teamed up on my cock, licking it from both sides, taking turns taking it down to the root. When Mom saw Angie gagging, she gave her some tips that helped immediately, although I was too overwhelmed with pleasure to remember what Mom said.
Meanwhile, between Dad's licking and his thrusting, the women were both moaning and grunting, the vibrations adding to the sensations my cock was experiencing.
When one would cum, the other took over blowing me. I lost count of how many orgasms they had. I managed to outlast Dad, who shot into Mom while grunting into Angie. I almost didn't notice, until Mom climbed off of him to a kneeling position on my left.
Angie leaned over to lick Dad's cock clean, getting another taste of Mom's juices in the process. Once Dad's cock went soft, Angie finally climbed off of him and they both moved to the other side of the bed, Angie spooning in front of Dad, to watch Mom and me. Mom lay on her back, her knees splayed wide. As I lowered myself to my knees, she said, "This is going to be sloppy seconds, Derek. Are you okay with that?"
I answered, "Do you expect me to turn you down over that? It's not like you're asking me to lick Dad's cum out of you, but I'd probably do that too, for a single chance to make love to you."
Mom smiled up at me. "You know this isn't going to be your only chance, don't you? I expect you and your dad to share, whenever you're home. Maybe with Tommy, too, over Christmas break." Turning her head to Angie, she said, "I guess the same applies to you and me, sharing both of these guys the next few days."
"Maybe even after that," Angie said, turning to kiss Dad.
He said, "We can talk all that out later."
I moved to lay over Mom, my weight borne by my arms and knees, my raging cock pressing lightly against her slick labia. I kissed her as I rolled my hips back, allowing my glans to seat itself at her opening, the very birth canal that brought me into the world. I broke the kiss and beamed my love into Mom's eyes as I pushed my cock inside her for the first time. Slowly, I sunk my seven inches through melted joy, until our groins were pressed together, crying out, "Oh, god, Mom!"
"Fuck me, baby," she breathed, as her hands caressed my chest, pulling on its hair and tweaking my nipples. "Don't hold anything back."
Wordlessly, I retreated and slammed back into her hot velvet depths, slapping my body into hers. Over and over, I thrust my hardest and fastest into her, as she pushed her hips up to meet me. Gradually, we were both panting from the exertion. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," became my mantra with every exhale.
Our eyes were locked together, as I saw the mix of love and lust in hers that I had never seen from her before. I didn't want to disappoint her by cumming too soon, but it was tough holding myself back, even after her earlier blowjob. I was fucking my mom. So many jerk-off sessions over the years had been dedicated to her, imagining what I was now doing. The reality was so much more - and less - than the fantasy.
Part of me, trying to stay in control, told myself this was just another fuck, just another woman that I was inside, seeking our mutual pleasure. Another part said this was THE fuck, the one my whole life had been leading up to, the one that would change everything. The truth was somewhere in between, of course. My relationship with Mom would be different, but she wouldn't, couldn't be the love of my life. If anything, getting to fuck Mom helped make clear to me how much I truly loved Angie on her own merits, beyond any fantasy transference from Mom.
Not that I was really putting all that together coherently in the midst of shoving my dick in and out of her. Grinding myself against her pelvis at the end of each stroke. Leaning forward to grab sucks of her nipples when I could, kisses on her lips at other times. Trying to get her to cum before I did. The full realization wouldn't develop until later.
"I'm cumming, baby!" she cried out after ten minutes, as she started to shake beneath me.
'Thank god I lasted,' I thought, as her muscles quaked and squeezed around me, forming a fleshy vise around my shaft. I managed to resist cumming under the onslaught of sensation and kept on thrusting.
Another orgasm ripped through Mom's body five minutes later and this time I couldn't resist her. My mind exploded as I started to shoot gobs of sperm deep into her and I screamed, "Mom! Oh, god! Fucccckkkk!"
I lowered myself without collapsing completely, kissing her face and neck between gulps of air, before my cock wilted and slipped out of her. I rolled to the other side of her from where Dad and Angie were. Mom turned in my direction and kissed my mouth, thrusting her tongue inside. We made out like that for maybe two minutes before she moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, "How does it feel, to be a real motherfucker?"
"Every fantasy pales," I answered, just as quietly. "I love you even more now, Mom." The realization that I also loved Angie more washed across me at that moment.
She whispered, "That could just be New Relationship Energy. Remember that Angie loves you, too."
I looked past Mom's head towards Angie. Dad was fucking her from behind as they lay on their sides. His right hand was tweaking her breasts while hers was nearly a blur between her legs, frigging her clit. Her eyes were closed. I recognized from her face that she was close to an orgasm.
"I know she does and I love her deeply," I said to Mom. "Today doesn't diminish what I feel for her in the least. If anything, her acceptance of our incest makes me love her even more. I think she's the one, Mom." I didn't have the words yet to tell Mom that realizing my fantasy with her had diminished its role in my relationship with Angie, letting me separate them in my head and making my love for Angie clearer and firmer.
Angie cried out in ecstasy, as her own climax began. I heard Dad grunting as well and knew he was shooting deep into her. They gradually stilled and Angie's eyes met mine when she opened them again.
"Hi," was all she said, at first.
It sounded odd to me and apparently to Mom as well, as she rolled over to her back and asked Angie, "Are you okay, hon? Having any second thoughts about all this?"
Angie reached a hand towards Mom, who took it, then said, "Not about you and Derek or me and Stan. As I came down from that orgasm, I started thinking about you and me being next. Is it okay if I admit to being nervous?"
"Of course. I was nervous, my first time. We don't have to do anything you don't want, Angie," Mom said. "It's okay to say 'no', at any time."
Angie thought for fifteen seconds, then said, "Maybe it would be best for us to have dinner first and see if my self-confidence comes back after refueling. I might just be feeling low blood sugar right now."
I wasn't sure I bought that explanation, but wasn't about to argue it. After all, if anything sexual did happen between Mom and Angie, it needed to be because they both wanted it, not because I wanted to see it or thought it would benefit me or even Dad, to have the two women be closer. A foursome between us could still work, without the bisexual angle. Angie having the right to say 'yes' to who she wanted also carried the right to say 'no', for any reason, even one she might not vocalize.
We all climbed out of bed and reclaimed clothes that had gotten scattered around between two bedrooms and the living room, then met up in the kitchen again.
After the dramatic events of the preceding couple of hours, dinner was low-key. Mom had already done the preparation for my favorite meal, baked spaghetti and meatballs, the night before, so it only needed to heat for another 20 minutes in the oven to finish it off. That gave the four of us enough time to prepare a caesar salad, slice some bread and decant a couple bottles of chianti.
We talked mostly about school and classes, things happening at my parents' jobs and family gossip, actively avoiding hashing out what had just happened between us, giving Angie the space to make her decision.
Angie and I headed to the living room couch with a second glass of wine, while Mom and Dad took care of the leftovers and dishes.
Angie cuddled into my shoulder, then softly said, "Sorry."
I looked down at her and said, "For what? You haven't done anything remotely requiring an apology today."
"For putting the brakes on with Marcy," she replied.
"I'm still not hearing something you have to apologize for," I said. "If you aren't ready to have sex with my mom, that's okay with me and you heard her say the same thing. We would have needed to eat soon, regardless. Or was there another reason?"
Quietly, she said, "I'm worried it will change how you think of me."
"It might, but not in a negative way." I asked. "Has my having sex with my Mom diminished what you think of me?"
Mom was watching from the kitchen door, behind Angie. I did not bring this to Angie's attention because I needed her to answer.
Angie said, "No, mostly I already believed you wanted your Mom. It's what I came here to discuss with her and your dad. Actually watching the two of you together consummated that belief, as much as it consummated your desire. All that surprised me is that it didn't make me feel like I had lost you to her."
"But you think my reaction to seeing you making love with my Mom would be different, somehow, when watching you with my Dad didn't bother me, after the initial surprise? What am I missing? You accept my incest, but think I wouldn't accept you being bisexual? Or are you still thinking I'm only involved with you because you resemble Mom? I might be physically attracted to you both because of shared traits, but I love you for you and I love you now more than ever."
Angie said, "It's not any of you. I think it's me and what it might mean for my relationship with my own mom."
"I don't follow," I admitted.
"If I'm both okay with incest and find out I'm bisexual, wouldn't that lead to my being attracted to my mom?"
"Angie, are you attracted to every man on the planet?" I asked.
"No, of course not."
"So why would you be attracted to every other woman, just because you're attracted to one? I'm not going to condemn you, if you do wind up in your mom's bed, but it's not automatic that you would be attracted to her or unable to resist that attraction if you felt that was your best course."
My mom stepped into the room, causing Angie to jump slightly. She sat on Angie's other side and asked, "Why are you afraid of being attracted to your mom, honey?"
"Because she would totally flip out," Angie said. "She's nowhere near as open-minded as you."
Mom said, "That's if you acted on that hypothetical attraction. Have you never been attracted to someone who didn't feel the same for you, before?"
"A couple of times. It sucks." Angie said.
"When you were already involved with someone else?" Mom asked.
"That's different," Angie answered. "I don't feel that I need that other person as much."
"And you can always fantasize that the guy you're with is the guy you want." Mom suggested.
"Some times," Angie admitted.
"You haven't actually said that you are attracted to her, just afraid of it. Are you attracted?"
"I honestly don't know. I've never thought about her that way," Angie said.
"Then you probably aren't," Mom said. "My experience is that attraction doesn't develop suddenly with someone you've already known a long time. Either you're attracted from the start or it develops slowly. Were you attracted to me, before today?"
Angie answered, "If so, it was buried under my concern that we looked so much alike and what that meant to Derek. It wasn't until after I had the confirmation that Derek was attracted to you that I felt drawn to kiss you. At the same time, these feelings don't feel brand new, so I guess they were developing under the surface."
"Okay, that's fair," Mom said. "But why assume that acting on those feelings for me is going to change what you feel for your Mom, if you don't already have them for her? Like Derek said, we are attracted to individuals, not entire genders. Having my first sexual experience with a woman didn't make me fall for every other woman I knew and it won't for you. Or is there more to your fears than that?"
"That was it," Angie said, visibly relaxing. "Thanks for talking it out with me."
"So, what now?" I asked. "Do you move forward or wait some more? We could stick to guy-gal for now, if you want. Or you and I could go upstairs and do another foursome with my parents another time."
Angie looked from me, to Mom, to Dad standing in the doorway from the kitchen and said, "Move forward." She leaned towards Mom and the two kissed. Long, hard and passionate. I felt my cock stiffening, just watching them.
Dad and I looked on as the two of them got more and more heated on the couch, expecting to see clothes to fly off at any moment. Instead, Mom stood, pulling Angie up with her. She said to Dad and me, "Give us at least 15 minutes before you come in to watch and join in. Let us get started without the pressure of onlookers." They strolled into the master bedroom, closing the door.
I looked toward Dad and said, "Is this what you expected today to be like when you got out of bed?"
He burst out laughing. "Not even close, but I suppose most of it has been waiting to happen for several years. I knew what your mother wanted, but felt that letting her seduce Tommy the moment he turned 18 would create an untenable situation with you being younger. Nor would you really be mature enough to deal with it at 18, either. I hoped the pact we made would at least give both of you the time to get through college before I relented and let her spring this on you. Instead, Angie pushed the question up a bit by challenging me on your attraction to them both. I didn't foresee my first foursome after ending that pact being with you, or having Marcy and Angie be involved like this."
"I think this whole day caught all of us by surprise, at least a little," I said. "I didn't know Mom swung both ways. Hell, I didn't know the two of you were swingers. How did you hide that from Tommy and me?"
Dad said, "By keeping it out of this house, for the most part. Once you boys were born, we got babysitters so we could have date nights, like most parents do. We just weren't always out on dates with each other. Some nights we'd be with separate lovers, others swapping with another couple, the rest at larger parties or swing clubs."
"You said 'for the most part.' Was there anyone I know that you were involved with?"
Dad smiled. "Aunt Jilly. She and her husband Sam were the start of Marcy and I being involved in the swinging scene and she was the woman I dated the most solo, after Sam died."
Jillian Tirman was a close friend of my parents that Tommy and I grew up calling "Aunt Jilly", until we learned that she wasn't really related to us. I hadn't seen Jilly or her daughter Jessica, who was my age, in several years and suddenly realized why.
"You were lovers and stopped because of this pact you made with Mom?" I asked.
Dad answered, "Yes. We stopped being lovers and tried to just be platonic friends after that, but it didn't really work."
"Now that the pact is over and Mom is getting what she wanted, are you going to get in touch with Jilly again?"
He nodded and said, "I'm thinking about it. I do want your mother to know first and I haven't had the chance to bring it up with her."
We chatted some more until the 15 minute mark had passed, then we both got up and crossed to the bedroom. My erection had waned, but came back quickly when we saw the two women on the bed in a 69. Angie was on top, her head pointed toward the foot of the bed and the doorway. Angie gave me a grin when she spotted me, then dipped her head to lick at Mom's slit some more.
As we both disrobed, Dad said, "Get behind Angie and either take her doggy-style or help your Mom eat her. I'll help Angie with your Mom at the other end. We'll see how things evolve from there."
Mom turned her head and smiled when she saw me kneel onto the bed and make my way towards her. She reached her left hand to grasp my protruding dick as it led the way. As I got closer to Angie's torso, preparing to enter her from behind, Mom pulled my cock into her mouth, wetting the knob and making my toes curl. Popping me free from her lips, she guided my cock to Angie's labia, inserting my glans in place, then laying her tongue along the underside of my shaft as I pressed forward.
Angie pushed her torso back slightly to meet me midway, wiggling her butt against me. She then steadied to remain in place over Mom's body and let me take hold of her hips.
Mom kept her tongue active, sliding between Angie's labia and clit and my cock as it went in and out, occasionally moving to suck on my balls. "Oh, gawd, that's amazing!" I cried, when I felt one of Mom's hands juggling my nuts, licking where my shaft entered Angie and Angie's sheath spasming around me in orgasm as Mom's other hand was flicking across Angie's clit.
"Fuck me, Derek!" cried Angie from the other end of the bed. Dad had Mom's right leg over his shoulder, letting him access Mom's pussy from between her buttocks, while Angie approached it from above.
"Yessssss," hissed Mom, when I saw Dad introduce two fingers into Mom, as his head backed away and he made eye contact with me and then winked.
After a couple of minutes of those fingers thrusting into her while Angie licked at her, Mom's moans turned into a scream. Her body bucked twice underneath the pile and she started to shake. "Fuck me, Stan," she called out, as her body stilled.
Staying at a right angle to Mom's torso, Dad shifted his body across the bed, until his hips were lined up with Mom's butt, both of her legs draped over him. Angie blocked my view of his cock entering Mom, but I still felt his first thrust travel through the whole bed, pushing Mom and Angie towards me.
It didn't take long before my strokes synched up with his, him thrusting as I pulled back, both women's bodies moving together as they wrapped arms around each other and kept on licking.
Angie came around me a second time and I barely avoided exploding in her as she pulsed inside. I slowed my thrusting and recited polynomials to myself for 30 seconds, trying to ease back from the edge.
Mom had one of my nuts in her mouth when her next orgasm splashed over her. The vibrations of her moans pushed me right back towards my peak and I no longer had a choice but to give Angie several hard thrusts, as my cock unloaded half a dozen gobs of my love juice.
Mom's hand grabbed my shaft as I began easing out of Angie, squeezing one last blob of jizz from my glans, that Mom licked off, then let me go. Breathless, I rocked back to sit on my feet and watch Mom begin to lick up the semen that began oozing from Angie's pussy.
Looking along their bodies, Dad was still pumping his hips into Mom in that T position. Angie lifted her head to scream, "Marcy!" in another orgasm, then pushed her arms against Mom's body to lift herself into a sitting position over Mom's face.
Dad pulled out of Mom to change position, too. He straddled her left leg, lifting the right over his shoulder. This twisted Mom's torso but raised her vagina so that Dad could reinsert his cock into her and thrust deeply, using her upraised leg for leverage.
I moved around between Dad and Angie and she met my eyes and said, "I love you, so much." I kissed her deeply, tasting my Mom on her lips and tongue.
Breaking the kiss, I said, "I love you too, babe." I kissed my way down to her glistening chest, nuzzling her tits, licking and sucking both nipples. I continued to kiss my way down, until I was able to take a few swipes of her clit alongside Mom's tongue and I exchanged a quick kiss with Mom, then began kissing along Mom's neck to her chest. I continued loving Mom's tits until I felt her spasm in another orgasm at the same time that I heard both Angie and Dad reach their respective climaxes above us.
All three of them collapsed at that point, just as I was feeling my next erection returning. Angie pushed away from Mom's face to a sitting position against the headboard, then leaned forward to kiss Mom, upside down. "Thank you," I heard Angie say.
"Any time, honey, and I do mean that," was Mom's response. "You sure don't lick pussy like a novice."
"I just did to you what I like Derek to do to me, Marcy. You helped me get past the nerves and I wanted to thank you. It didn't take long until it was just about energy flowing between us."
Dad lowered Mom's leg and lay on Mom's right side, away from me. He said, "That was glorious, all of you. I've missed the energy a foursome creates. I don't regret my original reasons for the pact, but I'm glad it's ended, now. This feels like balance."
"We're even?" I asked.
"Yes, son, we're even, in so many ways."