Not that it matters but this story is true. I say that knowing that I have changed it enough that it couldn't be verified anyway.
Stories of this type usually begin, with the author describing his mother as being 37, but with the body of a sixteen year old, the skin of a baby, and 48DDD breasts.
My mother is none of these, except that her breasts are relatively large partially due to 2 Pregnancies, resultant nursing, age and being a little Overweight, actually she is 49 and Looks to be a well preserved 49! She is still pretty but matronly.
Even if I had been conscious of any sexual attraction, her unfashionable physical Appearance, would have put me off because I was still brainwashed into the ideal of female beauty being a recently deceased Anorexic 14 year old boy. I didn't even think the old joke about how having sex with a fat girl, was funny. The one about how it could be fun if no one found out you were doing it.
I couldn't even imagine that sex with a plump, cushioned woman could be both comfortable and fun.
This attitude gradually changed, but as mother had let herself go, my view of her hadn't
In fairness of course the author usually describes himself as an 18 year old body Builder with a 13" penis, whereas I am actually an ordinary 27 year old, with standard equipment (about 6").
Also in the usual story the boy has a long history of trying to see his mother naked, and jerking off with stuff he took from her lingerie drawer. I never did any of that.
In fact what little of her underwear that I'd seen was not exactly Fredericks of Hollywood, (more like Wilma of Wilkes Barre), My Father used to complain about it, when he was sober enough to care.
In fairness to Dad his drinking never interfered with his business, And when he was killed in a drunk driving accident three years ago he left us very well off, especially since he had been the sober one! And mom got a huge insurance settlement.
His death was not a big deal, as I think mom was planning a divorce anyway, and he and I had never been close. Although the marriage had long since ended it had given mom some purpose, so after he died, she went downhill and moped around the house. She gained weight and gave up on life. It didn't help that my sister lived across the country, and then my company sent me to Europe.
I hadn't seen mother in eighteen months.
When they transferred me back, she suggested on the phone that I stay with her. It seemed like a good idea, We had always been very close, and she had a big house, which included a small apartment.
I had frequent phone conversations with my sister who told me that Mom had changed especially after she knew that I was coming home
When she met me at the airport I wasn't really prepared for how much she had changed. She had lost some weight was back to pleasingly plump, and had obviously been to the fanciest Plus size shop in town, wearing a white pleated skirt, Royal Blue blazer, and four inch high heels. Every hair was in place and her makeup was perfect. Altogether a very pleasing package, and I think every guy over 40 in the airport was drooling, plenty of younger ones too!
She hugged me, kissed me, and told me how happy she was to see me. We went to her car which was waiting at the valet parking. That was another surprise a brand new Mercedes CLK 550 convertible. She asked me if I wanted to drive. I declined as I hadn't had a car in Europe, and was a little rusty. On the way home she was totally animated, and told me how wonderful her life had become, and again how thrilled she was to have me home. I asked her if there was a man in her life, and she said "just you".
I noticed when she pulled into the garage that her Volvo station wagon was still there, and she told me that she usually drove that, so that I wouldn't need to worry about getting a car in the near future.
The house hadn't changed much except that she had the small maid's apartment converted into a nice bachelor pad. She said "this is for you unless you want your old room" in a way that suggested that she would like that She hadn't moved any of my things to the apartment, so I stayed in my old room. I concluded that the nice way she was treating me was not entirely unselfish, but it didn't seem unfair to want to have me nearby.
Life settled into a pleasant routine, with her being the perfect mother, and her cooking had been so good that I was starting to put on weight, and had to have her modify the menu a bit. Whenever I came home from work she was always waiting with a smile, a kiss, a pretty outfit, and questions about my day. She was more like a wife, than a mother, with one obvious distinction.
She was always modest however and never walked around in a bathrobe or night gown, and she was always fully dressed, unlike before when she wore ratty flannel nightgowns, I think, just to irritate my father. So it really surprised me when one evening she was modeling a new dress that she had bought. It had a full skirt, and when she turned around, I noticed that she was wearing pantyhose with old fashioned back seams, only they weren't pantyhose. She pulled up her skirt high enough for me to see that they were real stockings with garters, attached to a garter belt, or girdle. And she said "do you like them". I did indeed like them but I mumbled something non-commital, because I was becoming aware that something inappropriate was going on in my pants.
She simply smiled and said "they just make me feel so feminine" and talked about how they were such a nice change from pantyhose. I was sure she knew even then how I had reacted, and was not displeased.
After that I became more aware of just how attracted I was to her and started to look for my own place.
The only friction at that time was when I started seeing Lenore my old girlfriend. We had broken up when I decided to take the position in Europe, and she wanted me to stay. We wrote and telephoned after I left and we got together on my one visit home, and she came to Europe once for two weeks. Mother seemed to like her originally, but after I returned she was aloof, and got upset whenever I stayed overnight at Lenore's, and kept urging me not to "rush into anything" I just didn't understand her attitude at the time, but I was about to figure it out.
Lenore and I were getting more serious, and I felt the need to spend some time with her away from mother, so we decided to take a trip to Hawaii. Then about three weeks before we were to leave she told me that an old boyfriend was back in town, and that they were going to get married! The tickets and Hotel room were non refundable, and she did offer to repay me. I told her to consider it a wedding present, and I never saw her again. I was just stuck wondering what to do with the tickets, and hotel rooms.
Later when I was, complaining about Lenore, to my sister, on the phone she suddenly said "why don't you take mom", and I thought that that was as good an idea as any, although I felt some apprehension that I didn't really understand. Mom had tried to pretend to be unhappy about Lenore's departure, but she wasn't that good an actress. She was delighted about the trip, and I made the necessary arrangements.
She used it as an excuse to buy some new clothes, including some things, from an expensive lingerie shop, which I didn't see. She also went for a "bikini wax", and said that she had gotten a "full Brazilian" I really didn't know what that was, and decided not to ask.
The trip started with four nights in Honolulu, we basically did the Tourist stuff, went to the Arizona Memorial and the other places. On the first night in Honolulu I showered, and was watching TV in my bed, when mother came out of the bathroom in a beautiful, modest, but sexy white nightgown. She said "when I knew we would be sharing a room, I figured that you wouldn't want to see me in a shapeless flannel sack, even if you are my son". I certainly agreed but I was non-commital and over the next three nights she basically did a lingerie show, and once when I came in from the pool, she was casually putting n her stockings, and didn't seem to have any problem with me watching her.
Then we flew on to Kauai where we had never been before. We arrived very late, and when we got to our room we realized there was only one king-size bed! I complained but the bellhop said that the reservation specified one bed, I was going to protest but mother said "I'm too tired to worry about this tonight, we can take care of it in the morning", The sofa didn't look very comfortable, but when I suggested that I would sleep there she said "Don't be silly there's plenty of room, and I think you can keep from raping me for one night" I found this comment less amusing than she did.
There was no problem, as we were both exhausted, and slept like babies.
When I awoke she was sitting at the little table with a complete room service breakfast. She said "I was afraid I would have to wake you up before things got cold",
When I started to call about changing the room she put her hand on mine and said "Do we have to, it was kind of nice having you next to me" When I started to say something about it being a bad idea, she commented that "People will just think that I'm a sexy MILF and that you are my pretty "boy toy".
Secretly I had to admit that I had actually rather enjoyed having her next to me, so I didn't call the desk, and we slept together for the rest of the trip. She told me much later that she had changed the reservation deliberately.
I found that spending time with her, was much more pleasant than I had ever expected and we spent the day at the beach. She realized that her plump charms, weren't suited to a bikini, but she looked very sexy in a one piece swimsuit. I think the "boy toy" thing was working, because the older men at the beach were giving me envious looks, and even some of the younger guys seemed to appreciate her mature beauty.
That evening at dinner, and in the cocktail lounge, mother played it for all it was worth, giggling like a teenager, holding my hand, and even kissing me once. It should have been embarrassing, but it really didn't seem that way, and no one seemed to suspect that she was my mother.
We got back to the room around ten, and she took off her dress, and slip, And walked around the room in her "all in one" bra, and girdle with the usual black stockings. Again I was getting a little more aroused than I was really happy about.
I took my shower, and considered relieving myself but decided against it, and thought about getting up after she went to sleep.
She came out of the shower, and apparently, decided to slow the lingerie modeling down a bit, as she was wearing pajamas, although they were royal blue satin, my favorite color.
She asked me if I wanted to watch Jay, and I said "just the monologue" afterwards I turned off the light, and she slipped over and snuggled up to me. She had to feel what was happening to me, and seem to be completely unconcerned We chatted about our day, and made a few plans for the next day.
Then she said "do you remember what I said last night"
"You mean about how I could be trusted not to rape you?"
"I thought about it before I went to sleep, and realized that it was a silly thing to say, because if you really wanted me in that way, I love you too much to refuse you"
At first I was shocked, then I figured she was kidding, and said "Even if you were willing, you wouldn't really want to, would you?"
At this point she kissed me, and slipped her tongue into my mouth, and said "why don't you unbutton me and find out"
I reacted without thinking, and started to unbutton her top, and was fumbling, she said gently "you don't need to be so nervous, you know we both want this" and finished unbuttoning herself. She was right I did want her desperately
We kissed some more and somehow she had managed to kick off the bottoms, she then took my hand and moved it between her legs, and I realized what a "Brazilian" was.
I really didn't have time to enjoy her breasts, and nipples, because it was over very quickly, she was breathless, and said "I want you in me now!" she spread her legs, and I was in her. It would have been the best sex ever, if I hadn't climaxed immediately.
I apologized for not letting her finish, she then said "I didn't expect you to, I knew that to get You to do it the first time you needed to be totally turned on"
"The first time?" I asked.
"You don't want me again?"
"We can't, this is just so wrong"
"Why? we love each other don't we, and it's not like I'm going to get pregnant and have a litter of mutants!"
I protested for a while, but I knew I couldn't resist her and that we would now be enjoying each other on a regular basis.
An hour later she smiled, and said, "shall we finish", and that was the best sex I had ever had, when she climaxed, she was loud, obscene, and appreciative. Afterwards we talked about what had happened. She told me that the trip was a godsend, as she found that seducing me was much easier in an exotic tropical environment.
"I knew about your tastes. When you left for Europe, you didn't wipe the hard drive on your old computer, and I couldn't help but wonder what a young man's "porno" collection really looked like.
"I was surprised how little of it was hard core, and how much was lingerie, plump women, and older women. I was jealous when I thought about you, doing it with some old MILF, who probably, wasn't even as pretty as I was, and would only want you for sex".
"I had become so aroused that I started to fantasize about you, and had such a torrid affair with my vibrator, that I still blush when I think about what I wanted to do with you".
"I dated a few men, and even had sex with one, but I couldn't come until I pretended he was you. He was a little hurt, when I broke up with him because we had had such a good time, but I had to be honest with him."
"I wish I could have been as honest with you, but I knew I couldn't just tell you what I wanted, I had to show you how much I loved you, and how good we could be together".
"After all seducing your son is not like nailing some horny college boy".
"When you said you were coming home I knew I had to have you, even if only for a little while, I had already lost a few pounds, and bought some nice clothes, but then I thought about your taste for sexy lingerie, and bought some, and you haven't even seen the good stuff yet!"
The rest of the trip was about the best time I'd ever had in my life, we made love every night, and every morning, and once in a secluded clearing when we were driving around the island. One night we went to a show at the hotel, and at dinner mother slipped me a note that said "I'm not wearing any panties, and I want you to think about that all evening!"
I did think about it all evening, and I think I was hard for most of the time.
She must have been thinking about it too, because when we got back to the room I bent her over the table, raised her skirt, and had her, she came as soon as I was in her.
On another night, after her shower, she came out of the bathroom wearing just her sexiest high heels, black stockings, and tiny garter belt, and said that "your father was seriously lacking in one area. He didn't serve me with his tongue nearly as much as much as I wanted, and he never did it on his knees. I would love it very much if you would." This surprised me, although I was happy to please her in this way, but I certainly couldn't tell her that Lenore had really enjoyed this, and had taught me very well.
She asked me if I wanted her to leave her stockings on, and I said "definitely yes!" I loved the feel of the nylon against my cheeks as I lowered my face into her "love nest" which was still completely smooth, and I began by carefully licking her outer lips, them moving my tongue slowly inward I began to lash her clit gently, then more intensely, until she started moaning, "harder make me come, suck my clit, make mama come!!", and then she had a shattering orgasm.
Afterwards I asked her why she had wanted me on my knees, and she said "it's like you're worshiping me, and I feel like your love goddess".
I told her that I did enjoy pleasing her.
After we came home we continued to sleep in the same bed, and had each other twice a day most days, she became more aggressive sexually, and took charge on occasion, which I actually enjoyed, and at times I would remind her that she hadn't "raped" me lately.
Interestingly I almost never saw her completely naked, as I think she was sensitive about her breasts sagging. She an array of bras that left the nipples exposed, and even bought some of those "nursing bras" that open, and expose the nipples.
I met other women over the next year, but none that were worth the jealousy that I expected from mother, and I certainly wasn't being deprived sexually. Finally mother came up with an idea.
One night in bed mother said, "I've been selfish. I know I can't keep you all to myself forever. You need someone who can give you the things that I can't, but it would be wonderful if we could find a way that we could have each other from time to time. If I found a girl that might be suitable would you at least try to date her" Obviously the idea of a "fix up" by my mother was less than appealing, but frankly I was really happy with our relationship, and I had to think about the future, so I agreed.
Jeanine
Mother had obviously thought about this a good deal because she had became friends with a paralegal, named Jeanine, in the law firm, we used. She had a very nice trim petite figure, not super pretty but attractive in her own way. I never really considered her a prospect, as she was 36 (9 years older than me), and had been through a nasty divorce, and some self- destructive relationships, and I suspected that her relationship with mother was a little more than casual. I haven't mentioned that mother was very interested in the lingerie, and lesbian sites on my computer, so if she had an occasional girl on girl encounter it wouldn't surprise me, and affair with a woman wouldn't have made me jealous.
She had to more straight than lesbian, based on her conduct with me. And I figured that if mother wanted to talk about this she would have.
I was only a little surprised when mother suggested that I ask Jeanine for a date, saying, "I think she might be what we're looking for, and I am almost certain that she would be interested".
She was, and "dressed up" much prettier than I expected. in a suit, that showed off her figure a little better than might be appropriate at the office, with shoulder length Auburn hair, which she had worn up at the office.
Mother had warned me that I might have to hear a little more about her evil ex-husband, and various abusive lovers, than I might like, but I figured that that went with the territory, but she kept this complaining to a minimum, and talked more about how wonderful my mother was.
Mother had gotten across to her that she had to end her obsession with "bad boys", and get her life in order.
She had not dated in sometime, and only went out with me, because she trusted mother, and mother assured her that I wasn't the wrong "type".
She invited me into her apartment for coffee and we talked for some time. And because she had made it clear that the bedroom was not on the evening's agenda, there was no tension. The precise nature of her relationship with mother did not come up except to say that mother had loaned her money, in a desperate situation, and she had repaid her. When I kissed her good night she showed some interest but she was still wary of men in general.
That night mother had me fill her in on all the details, as I lay in bed while she serviced me with her mouth, and I told her that we already had another date to see a Movie Saturday, afternoon with dinner at her place. The movie was forgettable, but Jeanine looked lovely in shorts, and a halter top that showed off her breasts which were small but very firm.
Dinner was delicious. She didn't consider herself a very versatile cook, but was very proud of a few things like her Spaghetti Bolognese.
Afterwards we kissed, and petted, like teenagers, but when it reached a certain point she said "I'm really not ready for this, at least not yet", and I said goodnight.
I told mother that I wasn't sure how things were going with Jeanine, but she said "don't worry about it, she really likes you''.
Jeanine and I had made a third date, and I decided not to press things if she wasn't ready, and I wasn't absolutely sure how mother would react, but she seemed supportive enough so far.
As I was leaving for my date mother handed me a paper bag containing a toothbrush, my electric shaver, and a box of condoms. She simply said "Jeanine is on the "pill", but you can't be too careful these days".
I gave her a stunned look, and she said "don't worry; I'm surprised that she has kept her hands off you for this long". She refused to say any more, except that she didn't expect me home that night.
Jeanine had called me, and said that she preferred to stay in, and when I arrived at her apartment, I immediately understood what mother had meant. The lights were turned down, there was candle light, and she was wearing a white satin robe, and high heeled white mules. She kissed me passionately, and said "dinner will ready in a few minutes".
I told her that it was amazing that she could look so sexy and so virginal at the same time.
"Good that was what I was trying for; you will be gentle won't you"
"But not too gentle"
"Of course"
Dinner was delicious, complete with Champagne. Afterwards she picked up a DVD, and said "shall we watch something romantic".
I really wasn't interested in a "chick movie" at this point, but I didn't argue, so she started it, I sat on the sofa, and she sat on my lap and kissed me.
The movie was a pleasant surprise, one of those "romantic" female oriented pornos. The plot was simple, but the women were gorgeous and could actually act! I noticed that Jeanine seemed to be as interested in the girl on girl scene as the straight parts.
She sat on my lap all through the movie, we kissed and I fondled her breasts a little, and at the end, she said "shall we?" and I carried her to the bedroom.
She had a king size bed with black satin sheets, which contrasted nicely with her pale skin, and peasant top white nightgown, which cupped her breasts, and made them readily available. We kissed and she put her tongue into my mouth, as I fondled her breasts.
Sucking her "rosebuds" was quite different from mother's melons. I gently kissed her neck, and she began to squirm, and reach for what she wanted. I decided to be masterful so I told her "raise your skirt, and spread your legs".
She did this obediently, making no mention of a condom.
"Open yourself, and put it in"
She did as she was told, kissed me, and I entered her. She was well lubricated and said "It's much bigger than I thought it would be".
I said "Does it please you?"
"Very much"
She climaxed twice, but I couldn't hold any longer, and filled her. We lay together for a time. She caught her breath, and said "That was wonderful; I should have tried a younger man before." Then came the surprise, She kissed me and said "was I as good as your mother"
I was totally speechless until she laughed and said "she told me about you and her a long time ago. I don't know if you ever noticed that it's easy to get her to tell you things when you are eating her pussy".
"She likes having my tongue in her, almost as much as she likes having your penis in her, and I can't wait to see if your tongue is as talented as hers."
"Let's take a shower and then you can show me"
I was totally lost for words.
Then she said "I haven't talked to her yet, but maybe the three of us could get together sometime, I'd really love to see you and her together".
I really had no idea what to say, it was like I was starring in the kinkiest porno movie ever, but at the same time she was irresistible, and I knew I would do anything that she and mother agreed to.
It took a while, so for the next two month I alternated between mother's house and Jeanine's apartment. I did everything imaginable, with Mother and Jeanine, including visits to their posteriors, and occasionally nights alone when they did naughty girls things together. I decided not to bring up having a "threesome" assuming that mother had vetoed the idea.
One day mother handed me a paperback book called "The Story of O", and asked me to read it. If you are not familiar with it is about a young woman who submits herself absolutely to her lover, and is trained in a country mansion, with other girls, to endure whippings and being sexually available to their lovers, and to the lover's friends and associates.
I even saw a movie version which showed the dresses the girls wore, at the mansion, baring their breasts, and with skirts that could be lifted easily giving the men access at all times. I didn't understand the point of having me read this, although mother said I would eventually. I did find the book erotic, although very kinky.
Finally on my birthday, I had dinner with some friends. Mom and Jeanine didn't attend, because they said they were preparing a "Birthday Surprise" for me. And asked me to get home early, and "not drink too much"
I wanted to stay with my friends longer, but I was too curious about the "surprise" so I arrived home at about 10.
New Lifestyle
When I entered the living room, mother, and Jeanine stood up, and they were wearing dresses very similar to the ones in the "Story of O" movie, floor length satin, with built in half bras supporting their bared breasts. The dresses matched, except mothers was black, and Jeanine's was royal blue. The skirts were slit front, and back to the tops of their legs, and overlapped slightly. When they walked their legs were exposed to the top of their matching stockings, showing the garter straps. They also wore matching 4 inch high heels.
This was the most erotic thing I had ever seen or even imagined, and I became as hard as a granite pillar.
Mother said "How may we serve you master, do you wish to use us for your pleasure?"
I was speechless so mother continued, "Perhaps master would enjoy watching me pleasure Jeanine with my mouth first".
I walked over to them, and kissed their breasts, and tickled their nipples, with my tongue, and said "Go ahead".
Jeanine lifted her skirt walked to the sofa, sat down, and opened the skirt in front making herself accessible, and sat, spreading her legs. Mother knelt between her thighs, and began.
When Jeanine started to moan, I couldn't stand it anymore, I took off my clothes, knelt behind mother, lifted her skirt and entered her. We all climaxed at the same time, and collapsed from exhaustion. Later we went to mother's bedroom, and I had them both again
I gave them permission to continue by themselves, as long as they stayed in bed with me. They were insatiable, and as I went to sleep, I heard them kissing and giggling.
The next day mother even provided a thin whip, and a device to fasten a "love slave's" hands over her head, to a bracket over a closed door.
Mother then suggested that I flip a coin, to decide which of them would give and which one would receive the whipping. Jeanine lost, mother then fastened her hands over her head, and gave her a dozen strokes. The whip was designed not to leave marks, but Jeanine was uncomfortable sitting the next day. She later said that she was proud to have suffered this for her "master".
We did use the whip, on rare occasions after that.
Jeanine moved in shortly afterward, and she and mother got in the habit of wearing "open tip" bras, and skirts as much as possible, (without panties), making themselves as accessible to me as possible.
Of course with two pretty, highly sexed ladies to satisfy, I had to make less use of their mouths, but I did find that it is true that "variety is the best aphrodisiac!"
At times we reversed things, and mother would dress in a black leather corset, and play dominatrix with her "love slaves". I even tasted the whip twice.
We were cautious about birth control until Jeanine and I married, about six months later, and she became pregnant almost immediately.
At our wedding I met Jeanine's widowed mother, Laura, an attractive older, version of her and her 18 year old sister Chris. Later when I mentioned how pretty "Christine" was, mother and Janine laughed, as it seems that "Christine" is actually Christopher!" They wouldn't tell me the whole story.
Laura, Chris(tine), and my sister are all coming here next month for my daughters first birthday. Mom and Jeanine have been whispering and giggling about their "plans" for the occasion.
I don't know what these plans are, and how I am involved. This makes me a little apprehensive, because mother usually gets her way!As my daughter's birthday approached, I continued to ask mom and Jeanine what their plans were the occasion.
Mother finally said "They've changed. Laura and Chris won't be coming because they won a trip to Australia, in some promotion, and the dates are inflexible."
Laura is my mother in law and Christine, or Christopher is her daughter or son depending on your viewpoint.
She told me that my sister Lynne would be there. It wouldn't be a happy occasion because her husband had left her for a pretty 19 year old boy! It seems that he had been dropping his pants in assorted men's rooms for years. By some miracle he hadn't caught anything, or given anything to Lynne.
When I talked to her on the phone she mostly screamed and cried, but we all agreed that it would be best if she came home for a few weeks.
She had calmed considerably when I picked her up at the airport as I drove home she said "I think I always knew that something was lacking in our bedroom. He got hard pretty hard much anytime I wanted, but I almost always initiated sex. I wasn't really seducing him, rather he knew what I thought was seductive, and was smart enough to respond."
"A lot of women would have been delighted with a husband that only wanted sex when she did but I wanted to be wooed, and seduced and even used once in a while. I wanted to feel like a desirable woman."
"You are a very desirable woman, and if you weren't my sister I'd be delighted to treat you to some serious heterosexuality."
"Thank you and frankly if you weren't my brother I'd be looking for a motel and slipping my panties off right now."
As you might surmise being my sister wouldn't have been an obstacle to me and I was getting hard already. But I really didn't think that I would be lucky enough to have both a mother and sister in my bed, and also I didn't know how Jeanine would react.
I leered at her and asked "What color panties are you wearing."
She laughed and said "Sheer Black Nylon."
"Do I get to see them?"
"Yes but not in the car, later"
At home mom and Jeanine greeted her warmly, and she seemed to enjoy being home.
The next day Lynne and I were alone in the living room and she reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of black full cut see through panties, and said "I told you I'd let you see them."
I told her they would be much prettier on her, and she actually blushed.
I continued to enjoy Jeanine on a regular basis, but I had to be discreet about my times with mother. Several nights a week mother would slip into our room, and Jeanine would watch as Mother and I pleasured each other, and I often managed both of them.
We were unable to pursue our other games because of Lynne. Mother of course had plans, and one night she said. "Would you like to have sex with Lynne?"
I said "of course, but I doubt she would be interested, and what about Jeanine?"
"Have you noticed how Lynne looks at you, and how Jeanine looks at Lynne? I see real desire there, like I must have looked in Hawaii when I was trying to get you to screw me. I'll talk to Jeanine about this and let you know, and in the meantime treat Lynne like any pretty girl that you wanted to bed."
I found a way to date Lynne. We would all make plans to go to the theatre, movies, dinner etc. but them mom would get a headache, or Jeanine would not be interested in what we are doing, and I would wind up alone with Lynne. Eventually the good night kisses got more intense until we were making out like teenagers. Lynn began to be concerned.
"Jeanine has seen us kissing and she doesn't seem to mind. I really don't understand."
"You could ask her but she knows about how hard your divorce hit you, and figures that you need a little male attention, even from me. You are a beautiful desirable woman and we need to get that across to you. I don't play teenage lover with you just to build your confidence I really enjoy you as a girl it's too bad I can't make love to you as a woman."
One night while Lynne was out having dinner with some old friends, mother and I took the opportunity to use each other until we were both sore. Mother loved the chance to scream and accuse me of splitting here in half with my male endowment. She hadn't had the opportunity to be a slut in some time and really relished it.
Later that evening Jeanine started feeling deprived, and since I was temporarily unable to get hard, I satisfied her with my tongue. She also used the opportunity to voice her appreciation.
It was only later that we realized that Lynne had come home early, and probably heard the whole thing.
A few days later she told me that "I know about you and mother and you don't have to pretend anymore. I suspected it for some time, because she looks at you like your wife does. It's like two women in love with you, who then turn into two hungry shewolves at night."
"It also appears that they have ways of enjoying themselves when you aren't around. Doesn't that make you jealous?"
"No we all love each other, and besides they usually let me watch."
She laughed called a pig and hit me with a pillow.
Lynne and I started dating without any pretext of having mother and Jeanine with us, and about three weeks later. I came to my room and found Lynne in my bed in a long white nightgown. "I figured that since you are my brother, that makes us sort of virgins, and I thought I should look the part."
I decided that the "Ladies First" principal should prevail so I lifted her skirt and sat her on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and began licking her bald V.
She said "mother insisted on the wax job and. Ooh! That feels good. The "perv" wouldn't do this. He said it was dirty. I wonder where he thought the things he sucked on in those men's rooms had been."
"Oh I coming! lick me harder!"
She pushed my head into her moistness and started to spasm.
We lay there for a few minutes afterward, and she said "Who is going to get on top?"I did and she climaxed at least twice before I filled her.
"That was the best sex I've ever had, I wish we had done that years ago. I wouldn't have married the "perv." To think I grew up with you right in my own home, and we could have been doing this years ago."
"I didn't have her for the next two nights as mother said she was busy with Jeanine"
I had a pretty good idea what the meant. I found out for certain a few days later when mother told me that she and Jeanine talked to Lynne and explained to her that if she wanted to continue to have me she would have to join our little harem. When I explained what this entailed she was unhappy at first, but after a night with Jeanine she decided that you were worth it. I actually think she enjoyed it, and is using her "obligations" to us as an excuse.
"Mother said "I'll have her tonight and her initiation will be tomorrow night."
Of course as was customary I wasn't informed as to what would happen. Jeanine was particularly passionate that night, apparently thinking about the ceremonies to come.
They told me that I should come to my room at 9:00 PM. When I did arrive there were three beautiful harem girls, in their "Story of O" dresses, mother in black, and Jeanine in royal blue as before and now Lynne in bright red. There were six lovely breasts, three sensual mouths, and many other hidden delights all available for my enjoyment.
Mother said "Master; Lynne wishes to serve you on her knees, will that be satisfactory?"
I said yes removed my pants, sat in the chair, and Lynne took me in her mouth, and began gently licking and sucking until I exploded. It is a rule that harem girls must swallow every drop and she did.
Of course there was a whipping and Lynne was the guest of honor. Mother and Jeanine gave her six strokes each.
We had decided that whippings were for initiations only, although we considered some sort of occasional event.
LYNNE
One night several months later after enjoying Jeanine's bottom, she told me that "My mother and Chris are moving here and your mother talked her into joining our harem. Do you object?'
"No, she is pretty and I can certainly manage it but I can only do so much."
That won't be a problem. My mother understands that harem girls have obligations to each other as well as to you.
"Then I'm looking forward to it."
"There is one thing, she had the same problem I did, getting involved with losers, notably my father, and Chris's father, she is rather damaged, and it may take some time to fix this"
LAURA
Laura and Chris arrived two weeks later. Laura seemed to be a bit nervous and stiff, and clearly was merely tolerating it because for some reason she seemed to have no choice. Mother and Jeanine talked to her, and reached a compromise. I would pleasure her with my tongue only until she was ready to be entered by me, and finally be pleasured by mother and Jeanine.
At first she insisted on complete darkness, and a nightgown which she raised. I got no response for over a week, until she actually said, "that feels good" and then I started using various toys, vibrators, and dildos.
Eventually she started climaxing every time, until one night she left the lights on and was laying on the bed just wearing black lace stockings and a nervous smile. I told her that she had pretty legs, and she asked "would you like me to spread them for you."
"Of course!"
I took off my clothes as she looked at me and said "that's bigger than I expected. I hope I can handle it."
I told her that the others had no trouble even when I simply bent them over tables and lifted their skirts, but that I was going to take my time with her.
I spent several minutes kissing her thighs between her stocking tops, and love nest.
She began to squirm and said "ooh that feels good" and I moved to her outer lips kissing and sucking them, gradually moving to her inner lips, occasionally brushing her clitoris gently.
I them slipped my tongue into the hole and she moaned "Please now!" but I continued to tease her.
I told her that I always insisted that my ladies climax first, and I was taking no chances. As I began to lick her clit harder and harder she screamed "oh god oooh I'm coming."
I gave her a few minutes to catch her breath, and then mounted her.
I was too aroused to make her climax more than once but after 30 minutes rest I managed to satisfy her more times than we could count.
I called in sick the next morning, mother and Lynne brought us breakfast in bed, and we spent most of the rest of the day telling each other what we liked to have done to us, and then doing it.
Laura got my exclusive attention for the next two weeks, until Mother said "Laura's initiation is tonight at 10.
At 10 I undressed and went to mothers room, and the ladies were waiting in their beautiful dresses. Laura's was Bright Pink. As was our custom I kissed their bare breasts and lightly sucked their nipples, and mother said "Master; Laura wishes to pleasure you with her mouth."
I motioned her to proceed. She then knelt and took me into her mouth, more deeply than any of the others. She was very accomplished and I finished very quickly, with her swallowing every drop as was our custom.
I noticed that the bracket was already positioned on the closet door. Mother then fastened Laura's hands over her head, and picked up the whip. They gave her the customary 12 strokes (four each). She managed not to scream.
Later I took Laura to my room and enjoyed the extra response that a woman with a sore bottom gives, when mounted.
Mother got tired of the "Dominatrix" game, and found that she really preferred being a submissive harem girl at least occasionally. As a result we decided to make the initiation ceremony a monthly event.
Once a month, usually on the first Saturday night one of the ladies took her turn on her knees, and tasted the whip. This served to remind each of us of our individual place.