"Ma, when are you going to get yourself a boyfriend?"
"I might have one already for all you know Larry."
"Yeah right, and where are you hiding him, because if you had one, I'd know."
"I'm hiding him in plain sight, he's just so easy to see, but you're just not looking in the right places."
"Yeah right ma, it's been two years since you and Dad split and he wouldn't mind, he's got Sarah now and you two still get on all right, you just drifted apart. You waited until both your kids had finished high school. We never heard you arguing even, and now you need to find someone else and get on with your life, you're not even forty five until next year."
Just then the patio door opened and Greg from next door walked in, "Hi folks do you mind if I hide in here for a while, world war three has just broken out at my place?"
"No come right in Greg, what's wrong this time?"
"Thanks Jane, it's their wedding anniversary today so Mum booked dinner at a flash restaurant for tonight, and then he told her this morning his boss had just rung and told him he has to fly out on business this afternoon. Well when the boss rang back a little while later, mum took the call, and he told her he was really pleased that dad had volunteered to go, so she's pissed at him."
Greg and his family had lived next door for three years, and for about a year after he moved in, he'd dated my elder sister until she met the man of her dreams, got married and moved to the other side of town. He was pretty cut up about it at first but surprisingly got over it quite quickly, and we're still good friends and see a lot of him.
We sat and talked for about a half an hour, and then we heard a door slam followed by a car starting and then driving away. Mum jumped up saying "I'll go and make sure that Bess is ok."
She came back an hour later saying, "we're going to have a Bar-B-Que tonight to celebrate Bess' anniversary, not his though. I'm not going to let her sit at home by herself on such a special day. We've got about a dozen people coming over, it's all we could get as most people are already going out on Saturday night."
So we set about making salads and other stuff for the Bar-B-Que, before long people started to arrive, we finished the preparation and carried it into next door. As always as soon as I walked in my eyes were drawn to Gregs' mum Bess, she was something special with a head full of red curls which fell down all over her shoulders. She had a great body for a woman who'd had two kids, I'd had the hots for her for ages and sometimes I thought she knew and responded to me a little, and then she seemed to draw back, and I then knew that I'd almost made a fool of myself, thank god I'd never made a move on her, all hell would have broken out if I had.
It was a fairly low key affair but everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. Greg and I did the cooking except for a few minutes when he danced with my mum, and then came back and said that he thought that I should dance with Bess.
As I did, I told her how nice she looked, she was a pretty woman who seemed to always dress well. She was wearing a tight fitting silk dress which showed off her figure very nicely. She said very softly "thank you Larry," she then put her head on my shoulder, but looked a bit embarrassed.
Most people had come in casual clothes, in fact Greg, Mum and I hadn't even changed, so if anything, she was overdressed but given that she always dressed a bit better than anyone else I just accepted it.
When I went back to Greg I said, "Your Mum always looks pretty but she looks extra good tonight, has she made a special effort for some reason?"
"Yes I think so, she certainly has come up well."
"Someone?"
"Could be."
"Who?"
"We'll probably find out later."
I looked around to see who it may be, but couldn't see anyone who wasn't with someone, maybe I'd missed something, or someone, I looked forward to finding out who the new interest in her life was, she was of course married to his dad which didn't seem to bother Greg at all.
Just after 8:30 a thunderstorm which was forecast to go 100 miles to the south hit us hard with high winds and driving rain. People came running in, and as the storm showed no signs of abating, they started to leave, as many had left windows open or were concerned about pets.
So that by 9:00 all had left, which sat well with me as I wanted to see a soccer match from Spain, Barcelona were playing Real Madrid, always a top show. Dave knew this and turned on the television just as the game was starting, I sat down and Bess bought me a beer and some nuts, so I was set.
The other three sat to one side talking for about fifteen minutes when mum started to yawn and declared that she was going to go home. Bess said, "Greg walk Jane home and then come back to watch the game with Larry."
"Right Mum, come on Jane let's go."
Bess came and sat next to me and we watched the game until half time when I realised that Greg wasn't back yet.
"Where's Greg?"
She smiled at me, "He's not coming back tonight."
I looked blank, "What?"
"He's not coming back tonight, he's staying with Jane."
I sat with my mouth open, not quite prepared to allow myself to accept what it was that she was saying to me.
"What do you mean he's staying with Mum?"
"He's staying with Jane, haven't you worked it out yet?"
I was in shock, I sat there mumbling something about not understanding what was going on, whilst at the same time fully realising what she was saying, but my brain was refusing to accept the fact.
"Staying with Mum, my Mum, tonight, together?"
"Yes."
"How long has this been going on?" I demanded angrily.
"Almost two years," she said with a smile on her face.
I sprang to my feet, "He's been fucking my Mum for two years, and you never thought to tell me?"
"First of all he isn't just fucking her, and I don't like that word anyway thank you Larry. What's happening is that they're making love, he's a kind considerate lover who looks after her, and respects her. The age difference means there's little chance of it lasting forever, but right now they're good together, and are just enjoying their time with each other, and as for telling you Larry, well is it any of your business?"
"Bullshit I'm going over there now to put a stop to it, once and for all."
"That's a bit hypocritical isn't it Larry?"
"What do you mean?"
"You thought you were such a super stud when you were screwing Aileen Macgregor from your work, when her husband was away, and that's all it was, just screwing, nothing more, nothing less, just screwing."
I sat down, chastened, "how did you know about Aileen?"
"Doesn't matter, I know, and your Mum knows, just hope that Ray Macgregor never does."
In a small voice, almost a whisper, I said, "but it's been going on for two years now."
"Yes."
"How often?"
"Oh two or three times a week, sometimes here sometimes there, whatever they could organise."
"And you've known all along?"
"Yes, from day one actually."
"Doesn't bother you?"
"Not one scrap, as a matter of fact I often go out so that they can be together here."
"Now I know why he got over my sister so quickly."
"Yep, it was a big help for him."
"So what am I supposed to do now, just sleep in my room and listen to them banging away?" I was starting to get angry again.
"Well no," she paused, "you can stay here, you've done that before," again she paused, and then quickly added as if to get it out before she changed her mind, "there're three beds and you can pick which one you want to sleep in."
I looked at her and she smiled back at me, it was very difficult for me to look her in the eyes because as she spoke, her nipples were now poking out a full half an inch. She was also a bright shade of red.
We were silent for some seconds as I pondered what she'd just said.
I turned to face her, "let me get this right Bess, I have a choice of any one of the three beds in this house, is that correct?" At this point my heart was racing at the possibilities running through my mind.
"Yes it's up to you which one you sleep in." It was obvious what was happening but I needed to make sure that I wasn't going to make a fool of myself.
"So what happens if the one I choose has a body, already in it?"
She looked almost embarrassed as she said softly, "would that be so bad?"
I paused for a moment before answering her, "no not at all, as a matter of fact I'd love to stay with you." I was sure now which direction we were heading in. "I've looked at you so many times, and thought what a lucky bastard Phil is, does he realise it Bess?"
"People change over the years, what's important today is less so tomorrow, we all can take others for granted and perhaps not value them as much as we did before." As she spoke a small tear slid from her eye. She continued, "he's such a good man in so very many ways, but he's so different to the man I married, he says he still loves me, but just doesn't seem to be able to show it. Sometimes I think they're just words, I try to present myself so that he'll be proud to be seen with me, but he just takes me for granted, I wonder sometimes, is it all worth it?"
A second tear followed the first landing on her breast, which allowed me to drop my gaze and see that her nipples were still looking for attention.
I smiled at her, and taking her hand in both of mine said, "you bet it's all worthwhile, you always look a million dollars, I've seen other men look at you, and not just one or two, I mean lots."
"What about you Larry, have you ever looked at me like that?"
"Yes of course, all the time to be honest Bess, the last time was after we'd danced tonight, I just thought, wow, you always look so special, I don't know how I've managed to keep my hands off you. I don't know if anyone's ever told you but you've got a great arse. No not a great arse, a world class arse, a Worlds Champion Arse, if we're being really honest about it."
She smiled at that and then looked serious as I pulled her to me and kissed her just below her ear before running my tongue along her jawbone and then putting my hand onto the side of her face, gently stroking it. I then moved her mouth around so that I could kiss it very gently.
She pulled away slightly, "are you sure that this is what you really, really want, you won't regret this in the morning, and go around town telling everyone about me?"
"Yes and no", she looked puzzled.
Yes I'm sure it's what I want, and no I won't regret it in the morning, I'll probably prove it to you again then, and as for telling anyone, well that just won't happen because you need to know that I'll want it to happen again. Bess you have no idea how long I've wanted you in my arms."
We kissed, it sounds just so simple, we kissed. But what a transfer of passion and emotions that brought for both of us. Tongues flicking, hands caressing and fingers moving all around her, from her back, to her breasts, her arse, her face, her hair, her legs, she responded very passionately.
She broke the kiss, stood up, turned off the television and walked to the door, turning and saying as she did, "turn the light off for me please," and then moved away, leaving me to follow.
I watched as she walked away.
Did I imagine an extra swing to her hips as she moved?
When she got to her bedroom door she turned with a concerned look in her eyes, and in a small voice said, "aren't you coming?"
I smiled and said, "of course, I was just looking at your 'Worlds Champion Arse', trying to find the right words to describe its movement, but unfortunately, words fail me. You've rendered me totally illiterate, twelve years of schooling obliterated."
She gave me that shy smile and moved on into her bedroom.
I got up, turned out the light and moved in the darkness to her door, by the time I got there she was already in bed.
"You got undressed quickly."
"Two items don't take much time to remove."
"Really, I know you had on a bra so I'm guessing you never had any pants on, do you do that often?"
"Never done it before, but this was a special occasion for me."
By this time I'd shed my clothes and was in bed with her, "I wish I'd known."
"What difference would it have made?"
"I wouldn't have wasted almost an hour watching a stupid football game."
We both laughed which was stopped when we kissed. As soon as our lips met and we'd moved together she made it very clear from the start that she was in control, grabbing my cock in her hand and moving her mouth down to my nipple. She had her other hand on my shoulder and used it to push me down making it obvious that she didn't intend for me to move.
She worked her mouth down until I could feel her hot breath on my cock, she almost, but not quite, had it in her mouth.
Her tongue came so close to touching it, but not quite.
For my part it was only a matter of time before I shoot a full load all over her face.
As if realising that, she pulled her face back from me giggling all the time. "This is what I really like," she said as she raised her body up, swinging her leg over me, so that she was then in a position to lower herself down, just a little at a time.
She raised herself up again before I was all the way in, and then down, and up again,` as if she didn't want to take all of it inside her until she was ready. Time and again she slid up and down, until it was getting very hard for me to exercise control, she again seemed to realise what she was doing and whilst still keeping me inside of her, she lay on top of me bringing her mouth to meet mine.
It was becoming obvious that she was very heavily into kissing as they were lasting longer and longer and her breathing was becoming very ragged.
As she lay on top kissing me, I ran my hands all the way down her back, going past her hips and cupping her arse cheeks. I then slipped both my hands between them so that my index fingers were parting her lips, which were as you would expect very wet, as I was still hard inside her.
It was very stimulating to feel my cock as it filled up her opening, I was aware however that if she didn't come soon, I would, as I was just so close, I was right on the edge all the time.
There'd been no foreplay at all, she'd just put me inside, and started to ride me. It may have been ok to do that with an older person who had some control, but I was only twenty, and ready to fire up at a moments notice. I'd be ready to go again soon after, but the first time never took long at all, and that was my immediate problem.
We continued to kiss as I spread her wetness all the way along the valley between her cheeks until I got to her other hole, and as I slowly moved my finger around it several times, and then, after sliding it inside her, she started to come.
It was stimulating for me to feel my cock with my finger through the thin membrane of skin separating the two passages. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but it was a lost cause. Fortunately shortly after I came, she followed, strange noises coming from both of us as our inner animals came to the fore.
I didn't know how long it had been since Phil had 'taken care of the business', but she never missed a beat. Almost as soon as her shuddering was finished, with only a momentary pause to collect her breath, she was moving her hips again.
Being only twenty I never totally went soft, and our combined juices flowing from within her meant, that there was sufficient lubrication to ensure that I was soon rock hard again for her.
Soon she turned around so that she was facing away from me, still with me deep inside of her, this of course offered an opportunity for me to again access her small hole even better than before.
As she felt my fingers moving between her cheeks, she leaned forward to allow me easier entry, she knew what I was trying to achieve, and she was looking for the same thing.
With her bent over as she was, it was just so easy for me to fully enter her brown hole, I let her do all of the work, rocking backwards and forwards at her own speed, she was totally in control, which is why she'd gone on top in the first place, I knew that it was all about control for her. Again I could feel my cock through the thin membrane separating her two canals as I slid in and out of her. I was now in a position of being able to take longer with her. I always went fairly quickly the first time, but after that, I was 'good to go' for as long as she needed me to be hard.
And of course what she needed from me was someone to let her find out what it was that she could achieve if left to her own devices. I only had to lie there for her so that she could move at her own pace, fast or slow, long or short, whatever it was that she needed at that moment in time.
Soon she came again, and after more of doing what she wanted to do, for a third time, the last one, well, she seemed to be reaching for the heavens with that one, as her body was racked by shockwave after shockwave which ran through her.
Finally she fell forward onto her face, and then rolled over onto her back, legs and arms wide apart, hair everywhere, gasping for breath as if her life depended on it.
Then, after what seemed like ages, she brought herself under control, and in a strange voice said, "I need you inside me again so that I can feel you in my arms as you come into me."
She pulled her legs back against her body to allow me to better enter her, locked her heels behind as her lips enveloped my cock, so that as I came hard and thrusting inside of her, she was again able to climax for me.
Afterwards she lay in my arms, her heart pounding and her breath ragged.
She eventually raised her head and looked at me, "that's how sex used to be for me, can you do that for me every time?"
As she spoke, I couldn't see her face at all, it was covered by the explosion that had previously been her well tended head of red curls.
"Bess, there's only one way for you to find that out."
She again gave me that shy smile. We drifted off to sleep in each others arms, we awoke at three thirty am, already deep into the sex act, and at nine o clock we made love again.
Eleven o clock found us having breakfast together like an old married couple, all she wanted to do was touch and kiss me, it was as if she was about fifteen again. I had on my shorts and shirt from the night before. Bess had on one of Phil's extra large tee shirts, nothing else, just the tee shirt. As she kept kissing me, I found it impossible to not play with her arse. Nothing was said, we both knew that this was something that we would do again. To say that we'd both enjoyed it was an understatement, we would have to work out an arrangement similar to what Mum and Greg had, we may even give each other an alibi.
The only thing bothering me was how was I going to behave when I met Mum and Greg, that was something that had to be faced. It was eased a little by them being out on our back patio eating breakfast as if they'd been doing it all their lives. They saw us and waved, just as good neighbours always do. We waved back, and the ice was broken.
Bess said, "Let's go in there, don't be embarrassed, just act as if everyone in the street swaps their sons all the time."
For some reason Greg and I shook hands, where we congratulating each other?
Mum and I kissed, there was a brief moment of awkwardness, but after that we just talked about the party and then things in general for about a half an hour, until Bess said, "Come on Greg, we have to go, there's a small chore that I want you to do for me before lunch."
As they moved away, Mum came up behind me and said in a whisper, "You need a shower, you stink."
"Bess?"
"Bess, and sex in general." She was laughing, her eyes were alive and twinkling, more than I'd seen them for years.
I went upstairs to the bathroom with her following me, a half way up there's a window that looks over the fence into Bess' back garden. It's just at the right height to see over their fence but still be able to see under the roof of their veranda.
Greg and Bess were standing facing each other by the patio door with their arms around each other and smiling, I paused to look at them, as I did, Greg moved his head down to his mother and kissed her on the mouth.
Nothing strange about that I thought, right up until she put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, hard.
Nothing strange about that except that the kiss was very much more involved than the normal kiss between a mother and her son should be, and it went on for far longer than a normal kiss between a mother and her son should go.
Much, much longer that a normal kiss should go.
My jaw dropped, I turned to look at Mum who was standing behind me with her eyebrows raised, and a smile on her face, as if to say, "isn't that behaviour normal between a mother and her son?"
I didn't know wether to look at her, or them, I decided to look at Bess and Greg, who were still clinging onto each other as if their lives depended on it. I glanced quickly back at Mum who still had that smile on her face, she didn't seem to be at all surprised about what she was seeing.
When I looked back, Greg's shirt was now on the floor, and Bess' tee was joining it, she was now naked. As I watched she undid his belt, so that his shorts and underwear then followed the rest of their clothing onto the pile.
Still kissing they moved to just inside the door and then went out of sight, I turned to mum making "well, err, what, err, but, err, how, noises."
Still smiling, and eyes twinkling she nodded back towards Bess and Greg.
When I turned back, I could see Greg's legs only from the knees down in the doorway, he was lying on the floor and from the back and forth movement of his feet, Bess was riding him hard.
That was all that I could see, his legs from the knees down, moving.
I looked back at Mum, and then thinking that I could look at her for the rest of my life, but the chance to see Greg and Bess making love may not come around again, turned back to watch.
Because it wasn't long since they'd made love, Bess was able to go for ages and Greg stayed the course right to the end, and when she flopped off, and he rolled on top of her, it was obvious what was happening. I could only again see the bottom of his legs as I guessed that she'd pulled hers back to allow him better entry into her.
As his thrusts increased in intensity and then stopped completely, I knew that he was then coming inside her.
They were motionless for some moments, and then as he rolled off her, her feet flopped down into view.
They lay without moving for a long time, I thought that they may have gone to sleep but eventually, they moved away and disappeared from my sight.
At this point I had nowhere else to look but at Mum.
She looked a little more serious when she said, "we probably need to talk about this."
"Yes," I croaked. Not sure that there was anything that I could add, even if I had been able to speak.
We went and sat on her bed and she started to speak. I just listened, I think that by this time my mouth was closed, but I'm not sure.
She began, "It all started the day that your Dad and I parted, even though we'd agreed to do it, it was still hard for both of us, we still cared about each other, but the marriage was over. We hadn't told you or your sister, we didn't want her racing across town like a crazy person, as she'd just got married, so your Dad went over there to tell her face to face. You of course had the interview for your job, so we didn't want to distract you from that, and so I was left to deal with it alone. Your Dad and I hugged, we kissed and cried, it was sad, but it had to be done, and then he drove away."
"As soon as he was gone, Bess came in, she was the only one I'd told what was happening, when she got here I cried some more, and she joined in. After a while, we calmed down, and Bess said, "What you need young lady,is a drink what do you have in the fridge?"
"Nothing Bess, we're right out, I haven't thought about shopping lately, I've been tied up with other things." That broke the tension a little and we at least smiled at that.
Bess walked to the fridge, "wrong, wrong, wrong we're in great shape," as she held up a six pack of Bacardi and Coke. "It looks as if old, what's his name, your ex, has left us a present. He must have forgotten them with the emotion of the moment."
Before I could stop Bess, she had the tops off two of them and we drank them right from the can, no glasses, no finesse at all, straight from the can, normally I'd hate it, but for the moment, it was just right for me."
"The first can didn't take long, and we were a half way through the next before I started to take stock of my situation, the big problem was that I was drinking on an empty stomach and still very upset, so it all went to my head. By the time we started on the third can, the emotion of it all got to me and I started to cry again. Bess came and put her arms around me, she cried too but after a while we settled down."
"I was a half way through the third can when I started to cry again, I think that it was now the drink more than anything else. Bess came back and comforted me again; it felt so nice and secure in her arms that even when I stopped crying I stayed against her. She kissed the side of my face and told me not to worry, that I had a great body, and a pretty face, and I'd soon find someone else to be with."
"She once again kissed the side of my face and then kissed me on the lips, I was a bit drunk by now, so I kissed her back. Before I knew it she had my breasts out and was sucking on my nipples, Larry you have no idea how sensitive my nipples are. Once she started on them, that and the B&C went straight, well not to my head, but to between my legs. Apart from a bit of 'experimental fumbling' as a teenager, I've never wanted to be touched by a woman, but I guess the emotion, the alcohol and the fact that Dad and I hadn't made love for about three months kicked in, and I was hers."
"Before too long, I was naked, with Bess' face in my pubic area, and both of her hands pulling on my nipples. I was just at the point of release when the patio door opened and Greg walked in. Bess had told him that your Dad was leaving, and he'd come over to see how I was. I went to get up but Bess held me down and continued to eat me out, still pulling on my nipples, and then suddenly, I wasn't going anywhere."
"I put one of my hands onto the back of her head to help grind myself into her face, whilst at the same time holding Greg's gaze, and then extending the other hand out to him, I was officially welcoming him to our little party."
"He moved quickly over to me, but he didn't take the hand that I offered, instead moving his mother away from me, replacing her mouth with his. The transition from Bess to her son was completed long before I had the chance to move away, even if I'd wanted to, which to be honest, I didn't. I just wanted to come, I needed to come, I'd been so close just before he'd arrived at the door, and when I did come it was long...loud...and hard."
"Afterwards, between them they carried me to my bedroom and took turns with me, kissing, licking and touching me all over. They just took complete control of me, they knew that I needed as much love as I could get from them, and they just gave it all to me. They spent over an hour on me, sometimes one of them, and sometimes both at the same time. By the time they'd finished I was wrecked completely, I...could...not ...move."
"As if on a prearranged signal, they turned to each other and kissed. They told me later that there had been a bit of sexual tension between them for a while because of her complaining to Greg about Phil always being away, and making no attempt to hide the fact that she wasn't getting any sex from him. But they were both surprised at the way this went. I was able to drag myself into a chair and let them have the bed to themselves."
"Larry, I don't know if you've ever seen someone making love before, I don't mean having sex, I mean making love, this was just so deep and intense. A mother and her son together is just the most beautiful thing that you can imagine. I sat and watched with tears streaming down my cheeks. Greg took so much time with her, she came three times before he entered into her, and then came himself, it was just so beautiful, I can still picture it today, and I still cry, as I think of that day when she gave herself to her son."
She looked at me and, yes, she had tears in her eyes.
"After they'd finished they took me back onto the bed, and we all started kissing and touching each other for what seemed like ages We finished up in a triangle with Greg and I kissing, Bess' mouth on my mound, and Greg coming inside of his mother."
"We'd had a just few moments to compose ourselves before we heard your motor bike coming up the street. They ran through our garden naked, carrying their cloths into their house, and I ran into the shower after locking the bedroom door. I had the quickest shower ever, on the shakiest legs of all time, I just made it out of the bathroom as you came up the stairs, you'd got the job and that was all that you had in your mind, you didn't notice anything about the house, you didn't even notice the six empty cans of B&C, you were so full of your success, and that was very convenient for me."
As she looked at me, her eyes were ablaze, "so now you know all about it, how do you feel, what do you think?"
"Dunno, I'm still coming to terms with Bess and I, and now it's Bess and you... Greg and you... Bess and Greg... Bess, Greg and you..., how am I supposed to feel? It's a lot for me to process at one time, what else is next for me to have to deal with?"
We'd been talking for over an hour at this point. Mum nodded, "yes I suppose it is a bit full on for you isn't it. Why don't you go and have a shower, you may feel better cleaned up?"
Unable to think straight, I did as I was told and went into the shower washing off the scent of Bess, I must have been a in long time because the door opened and Mum came in. She stood there with an evil look in her eyes and wearing a smile on her face, "Larry, if you stand there much longer, you'll run us out of hot water. Time to get out pal, you're as bad as you were as a six year old."
She turned and left the room, I jumped from the shower and started to dry myself as fast as I could, but after less than ten seconds I stopped, said, "fuck it," threw the towel on the floor, and ran from the bathroom.
You see, when I said that she had an evil look in her eyes, and was wearing a smile on her face.
A smile was all that she was wearing.
I moved quickly down the passage but stopped as I came to her room, because there lying on her bed were Bess and Greg. They hadn't waited for me to arrive, and were locked into the sixty nine position, she on top of him. I'd got to the doorway just in time to see Greg come into his mother's mouth, he thrusting hard into her, and she sucking madly to ensure that she didn't lose any of his juice.
As soon as he'd finished he went back to using his mouth on her, she by now sitting upright, moving her hips faster and faster as she approached her release.
A movement to my left caught my eye, I turned to see my mother sitting in a chair with a leg over each arm, she was wide open and touching herself. Briefly she looked at me, but then returned her eyes to Bess and her son.
Not waiting for an invitation I moved quickly to my Mother, removed her fingers from inside her and replaced them with my mouth and tongue, she moaned and put both of her hands onto the back of my head.
Soon she was responding to my stimulations and when I put first one and then two fingers inside of her she came for me, grinding my face into her slit, it must have acted as a spur for Bess as she came also only a few seconds after Mum.
Both of them were very noisy, followed by a silence which found everyone looking at each other, uncertain what the addition of me to their group meant. It was a somewhat awkward few seconds before Greg shrugged and said, "so now you know it all, welcome to our little circle."
Bess and Mum were both looking at me waiting to see my reaction. What else could I do but grin, I'd asked Mum before what else was there for me to deal with, now I knew, and I felt pretty sure that that question would never need to be asked again by me.
Bess looked at my very rampant erection and said, "come on Heather, there's still one final act of initiation for him to go through, before he's truly a part of us."
I looked at Mum, she was smiling with tears in her eyes as she reached down and gently fondled my cock. "On the bed please darling," she said. I got up and Mum walked besides me, still holding my cock in her hand. As I went to the bed Greg got off and replaced my mother in the chair, his cock coated with his mother's saliva, but not yet flaccid.
I knelt on the bed facing Bess who took me in her arms and kissed me softly, "you've no idea how long we've wanted for you to join us, but weren't sure that you'd accept us in this relationship, but I think you're happy to be with us now, aren't you?"
I nodded and she then kissed me as passionately as she could, her arms around my neck, and her tongue invading my mouth, as she did I felt my mother press her body into my back, sliding her arms around me to be able to take my cock into one hand and my sac into the other saying, "and you've no idea how long I've wanted to hold these in my hands, the only thing better will be when I feel you come inside me."
"Speaking of which," said Bess, "lie down please Larry."
My initiation into their little group was completed with Bess sitting on my face, my Mother facing her so that they could kiss passionately, and me with my cock inside of Mum, where it set about doing the only thing that my Mother thought was better than holding it.
As Mum felt me starting to come, she pushed Bess away, "Bess move back, I want to see his face as he comes into me." So Bess moved back and knelt on the floor, with her body on the bed and her face about two feet away from mine.
I saw Greg move from the chair and kneel behind his mother, she looked back at him, and then put her arm behind her, obviously holding his cock. She seemed to concentrate for a moment on what she was doing, and then satisfied put her head back on the bed, again about two feet away from mine, our eyes met but she wasn't seeing anything at this time, she was concentrating on what Greg was doing to her.
I looked at Greg, but he was also concentrating on what he was doing to his mother, I saw him push his hips carefully into her, and then in a soft voice said, "you're so tight in there Mum." Her reply could best be described as a moan of agreement, as she took my right hand into hers, and put her left hand onto my forearm.
I felt her hands squeeze mine and then relax, squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, as Greg pressed himself into his mother. My eyes again met Bess' and this time she gave me a smile, she was just so radiant as she coupled with the most important man in her life.
We were now all locked together in a union of love, we were four individual parts, but we were now a completed entity also.
As my Mother put her hands onto my shoulders, she brought her face down to be as close to mine as she could, and watched intently, as for what I hoped would be the first of many times, I came inside my Mother.
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