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The Mothers In My Life - 7
by Len (no address provided)
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Part seven takes a twist in the tale. (MF)
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Holly was spending her two weeks summer leave with us,
and also helping us out by being a baby-sitter as Anne
and I were working. Holly was also helping me out by
being my cum receptacle whilst Anne was at work, as
she was still working nights. The usual routine was
that Anne would leave for work, and within the hour my
cock would be embedded in either Holly's mouth, cunt
or arse (after the initial disgust at getting covered
in shit, I had actually found it quite fun, and it
drove Holly wild, having my dick in her shitter and my
fingers ramming into her pussy, or vice versa).
Holly and I even experimented using my new digital
camera, and I had many pictures of Holly in various
states of undress and my dick in various holes, as
well as some that she had taken of me. I found it
quite fun to compare the pictures with some that I had
of Anne when we first met and when she was at the more
adventurous stage that people in a fairly new
relationship are.
The fateful evening was a Tuesday in mid-July 2002.
The usual had occurred, Anne had left for work and
Holly and I had poured ourselves a drink, and started
to watch a film. But as usual, before long Holly had
reached over, taking my hand and just said 'Ready to
fuck?'
I needed no second bidding and within a minute, we
were both naked, Holly lying back on the sofa with her
legs spread as far apart as she could, with my head
buried in her lap whilst I tried to push my tongue as
far up her sopping cunt as I could.
Suddenly, Holly really started to struggle and push me
away. I thought that she was reaching her first orgasm
and tried to eat her more. It was only when she
physically pushed me away, yelling at me to stop that
I did. And it was at that moment that I realised that
we were not alone. Oh no, we definitely had company,
and that company was an extremely pissed off looking
Anne.
As I looked up at her, she stood there, with her arms
folded, I was speechless. And before I could think of
anything to say, I saw a single tear roll down her
right cheek. She turned, left the room and moments
later I heard the front door close, followed by the
noise of her car engine starting.
Holly and I looked at each other with a kind of 'Oh
fuck' look, which was pretty much the situation for
the next three days, as Anne refused to take any calls
from me or her mother. The most difficult bit was
trying to explain to the kids where mummy was.
After three days, I received a call from Anne telling
me that she wanted to see the kids and also wanted to
meet with me and Holly and talk about what had
happened and what was to happen in the future.
It was a Friday evening and Anne was off, so I piled
the kids and Holly into the car and drove to the
friends where Anne was staying. The friends knew that
something was up, but weren't entirely sure what, so
as soon as we arrived they made themselves scarce with
both their kids and ours, allowing me, Anne and Holly
some space.
The discussion was very difficult with many tears from
Holly and Anne, but complete honesty from all of us
about how long this had been happening. Anne was
shocked that it had been going on for as long as it
had with her having no inkling. The evening finished
quite late and the decision was made to carry on the
discussion the following evening at our house and that
the kids would stay at the friend's for the weekend.
The drive back was very sombre and Holly and I hardly
said a word to each other. It was the early hours when
we got back and, with just a peck on the cheek, we
both went to bed (oddly, neither of us had really been
in the mood for sex since being caught).
When I woke up the following morning, it was to an
empty house. Although Holly's car was still on the
driveway, she was nowhere to be found and I didn't see
her until the evening.
As the time for the meeting approached I was getting
more nervous, but cooked a nice meal and waited. Right
on time I heard the car pull up, but was completely
surprised to see Holly stepping out of the car along
with Anne.
The conversation during the meal was still very stiff
and formal, but not as difficult as the night before,
although it did get easier as we were finishing the
fourth bottle of wine! When we finished eating, Holly
and Anne sat down in the living room whilst I made the
coffee and cleared up.
Whilst we were drinking the coffee the conversation
came back to what Anne had seen on the previous
Tuesday and also the conversation that she had been
having with her mother that day. It seemed that Holly
had called Anne in the morning before I'd woken up and
asked her to pick her up. They'd spent the day
together and Holly had told Anne that what had
happened had been 99% her fault because she'd been
lonely since her last divorce. It also appeared that
Anne had accepted this explanation and had actually
felt sorry for her mother, as a result of which she
had forgiven her. And, because she had forgiven Holly,
she had partially forgiven me as well.
It appeared that I was off the hook, or so I thought.
Then the sting in the tail appeared. Anne informed me
that she had told her mother that Holly could 'borrow'
me sometimes, although only with her permission.
I was completely taken aback at this, as I had never
in a million years imagined that Anne would either be
so forgiving, or that she would actually consent to
'share' me, her husband, with another woman, even if
that other woman was her own mother. But is still felt
very awkward, and there was no further fucking of
Holly for the remainder of the stay.
On the up side of all this was the fact that Anne had
found out from her mother that the reason that I had
been so willing to embark on these extra-marital
activities was the fact that the sex life that Anne
and I shared had been pretty much non-existent for the
last two years. Anne decided that she would change
this and we began having sex again, occasionally,
although she still remained far less adventurous than
her mother in the bedroom.
The first time that Holly and I put the new
arrangements to the test were in the autumn of 2002,
when Holly again came to visit. Anne was again on
nights, so Holly did it all correctly and got
permission from Anne to fuck me, which was granted.
What an evening! Holly made no pretence of the fact
that she was intending to get well and truly fucked
that evening.
The two boys were having a sleepover with friends and
my daughter was put to bed early before Holly, Anne
and I had dinner. When Holly came down for dinner, I
couldn't believe my eyes. Instead of her usual baggy
clothes, she was in a skirt, blouse and high heels and
had put make-up on, which she rarely did. Even Anne
made the comment 'I think that you'll get what you
want tonight, Mum.' Holly laughed, lifted her skirt
revealing the tops of the black stockings that she was
wearing and said 'I hope so!'
I could hardly eat dinner, I was so excited at the
prospect of what I knew was coming (apart from me!)
and as soon as Anne left for work, Holly and I retired
to the bedroom (which we were actually allowed to do
this time) and got down to the serious business of
enjoying each other's bodies.
Before long, I was naked and Holly was dressed only in
a black suspender belt and a pair of black stockings.
My cock was buried balls deep in my mother-in-law and
she, facing away from me, was riding my dick whilst I
fingered her arse. Suddenly, she said, 'Don't hide out
there, come in and you'll see better.'
What I couldn't see from where I was and what Holly
could see, was her daughter, hiding in the shadows of
the hallway, watching her husband and her mother
fucking through the partially open door, hence Holly's
comment. So I was surprised when the door opened and
in walked Anne.
It felt very awkward and I immediately stopped and
tried to cover myself and Holly, but Anne told us to
just carry on, which Holly was more than happy to do,
although I had wilted.
It transpired that Holly and Anne had planned this,
and Anne had wanted to witness one of our 'sessions.'
She had also, rightly, guessed that I wouldn't go for
it, so she had pretended to be going to work, then,
when she thought that we would be 'under way' had
doubled back to the house to watch, planning to stay
hidden, but her mother had put paid to that.
Now, for those of you that are expecting to be regaled
of stories of me, my wife and her mother engaged in
some sort of 'Bacchanalian incest fest', I am afraid
that you will be disappointed. It didn't happen.
What did happen was that Anne sat in the armchair
beside the bed, encouraging Holly and I to not let her
presence disturb us. Holly expressed a desire to carry
on but my cock became limper than a poof's wrist, and
nothing that Holly did could get a stirring out of it,
and it was not until nearly Christmas that Holly and I
had our first officially sanctioned sex.
In the meantime, between Holly's visits, Anne and I
had discussed the situation, and she confessed that
she had mixed feelings about the whole thing. She did,
however, confess that she had felt aroused on the
evening that she had walked in to find me with my face
buried in her mother's pussy and her mother obviously
enjoying the attention that she was receiving. She
also admitted that it had been Holly's idea that she
watch, and although it had been a slightly
uncomfortable situation, Anne felt, she had felt a
little aroused on that occasion. She also felt that
Holly got very turned on by being watched and was
shocked, although not surprised, when I told her about
Holly confessing to having been a swinger.
In fact, all of this seemed to be bringing myself and
Anne closer together, and our lovemaking did become
more frequent, although she still did not become any
more adventurous.
So, to the Christmas. Anne, the children and I
travelled down to the West Country for Christmas,
staying at Lynne's house again. About four days before
Christmas, Lynne agreed to babysit and Anne and I went
to Holly's.
On the journey there, there was no thought or talk of
anything other than a pleasant evening and a few
drinks. However, when we arrived, Holly was dressed up
and looking incredibly sexy, had had more than one or
two glasses and greeted me with a full blown, tongues
involved, kiss.
During the course of the meal, there was plenty of
wine and by coffee, we were all a little the worse for
wear, which is probably why Holly turned to her
daughter, and with no preamble asked 'Is it OK if I
get fucked by your husband tonight?' Anne choked on
her wine, but turned to her mother and said 'Only if I
can watch.' When I piped up with 'Do I get a say?'
they replied in unison 'No!'
So we retired to the living room, myself and Holly on
the sofa and Anne in an armchair, discussing nothing
in particular. However, whilst this discussion was
going on, Holly's hand had moved down and was rubbing
my cock through my trousers, which wasn't missed by
Anne. Seeing that Anne hadn't reacted, and feeling a
little bolder, I reached over and started to unbutton
Holly's blouse and then put my hand inside and cupped
her ample left tit, gently rubbing the nipple through
the material of the bra.
Holly gasped, and looked at Anne, telling her 'He's
playing with my nipple, 'cos he knows how sensitive my
tits are and how much it turns me on, does it do the
same for you?' I already knew the answer to this and
wasn't surprised when Anne admitted that it did. Then
Anne asked 'So, Len, who has the nicest boobs?'
Fortunately, unlike the first time with Holly, I
hadn't had that much to drink, so was able to be
tactful and say 'Both of you. I love feeling your tits
as much as Holly's and I love sucking all four
nipples.' Anne's response of 'Show me' was a bit of a
surprise, but Holly immediately moved the material of
her bra to reveal her fully erect nipple, which I
clamped my mouth around immediately.
As I sucked on Holly's nipple she groaned and moved
her hand down to her own groin and started to rub
herself. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement,
and when I released Holly's left nipple to give some
attention to the right, I looked over to Anne. She was
watching intently, but now had her hand inside her top
and was very clearly playing with her own breasts. At
this sight, my hard-on 'doubled' and I sucked like a
Dyson on Holly's right tit, eliciting a moan from
Holly.
After a couple of minutes of this, Holly pushed me
away, got to her feet and told me to do the same,
which I did. She stripped off my clothes and dropped
to her knees, sucking my rigid prick into her mouth
and causing my knees to buckle and making fall back
onto the sofa.
As I did so Holly went into full blow job mode and I
was treated to the site of my mother-in-laws head
bobbing up and down in my lap whilst my wife sat in a
chair opposite, one hand playing with her now exposed
tits and the other having pushed her skirt up and
thrust into the front of her panties, moving
frantically on what I imagined to be her fully
engorged clit.
The sight was almost too much, and I nearly blew my
load into Holly, but I got her to slow down and told
her 'Anne's frigging herself whilst watching us.'
Holly stopped long enough to say 'Good!' and swallowed
all of my cock down to my balls, which made Anne's
hand move faster.
After five minutes or so of this, Holly turned around
and knelt on all fours with the words 'My turn.' I
needed no second bidding, dropping behind her to move
her tights and knickers out of the way before clamping
my mouth over her sopping wet minge, and licking for
all I was worth.
Whilst I was doing this Anne had removed her panties
completely and when I moved up to enter Holly I was
treated to the sight of Anne, legs spread wide, four
fingers of her left hand inserted into her sopping
cunt and the right hand rubbing her clit like a demon,
which encouraged me to ram into Holly for all I was
worth, two of my fingers working their magic up her
shitter.
When Holly spotted her daughter, her hand reached back
and she started rubbing her clit, along with my balls,
and then ordered me into her arse.
The look of surprise on Anne's face at this was a
picture and she did stop her own business for a while,
but didn't stop me from doing as I was told and
plunging my lubricated cock into my mother-in-law's
tight arse.
As I did so, Holly began a running commentary for the
benefit of Anne, about how she could feel her
husband's big cock filling her arse after it had
filled her soaking wet pussy, the same one that Anne
had come out of all those years before, and how her
own juices were running down her leg as her shitter
was spread wider.
After less than a minute of this, it was too much for
all of us. First Anne screamed out that she was
coming, thrashing around and looking like she was
trying, unsuccessfully, to force her whole hand up her
pussy before going rigid and growling, as she always
did during orgasm.
Holly was next, the sight of her daughter finger-
fucking herself to climax, as well as the cock up her
arse and her fingers on her swollen clit, caused her
to have a shuddering orgasm of her own, bucking so
much that despite my best efforts, my cock was forced
out of her. But as she collapsed forward, I rolled
Holly over and looked Anne straight in the eye, whilst
her fingers frantically rubbed her clit and I wanked
myself off, shooting my hot seed all over her mother's
tits, throat and face, and hearing the growling that
announced the arrival of her second orgasm.
Now it was Anne's turn. She led me upstairs to the
bedroom, threw herself onto the bed, spread her legs
and said "Your tongue, my pussy, now!"
I was amazed, as this was so out of character for
Anne, but I needed no second bidding, and I joined her
on the bed, placing my mouth over her cunt, still
sodden from the frigging that she'd given herself, and
letting my tongue dance on her swollen little button.
Almost instantaneously, Anne began thrashing about and
growling, so I clamped my mouth harder onto her and
sucked her clit between my lips. As I did so, I saw
Holly come into the room, still naked, and settle
herself into a chair and start fingering herself.
When Anne's orgasm had calmed down, she rolled over
and faced her mother, watching her frigging herself
whilst I fucked her hard and fast doggy style. Very
quickly, Anne started growling again, so I increased
my speed even more, hammering into her so hard and
fast I thought I might cause her damage. But clearly
she was enjoying the attention and had probably the
most powerful orgasm I'd even known her to have, with
me, buried up to my balls and flooding her already wet
cavern with cum.
No sooner had this happened than Holly let out a
scream and we watched as she frigged herself, both
pussy and arse, to a huge cum herself.
For the remainder of our stay with Holly, we fucked
almost every night, always with Anne in attendance and
watching, usually fingering herself. And almost every
night that Holly and I fucked, Anne and I also fucked.
Holly was also in attendance and she always fingered
herself as she watched. We also managed to get some
rather "interesting" photographs with the new digital
camera that Anne and I had treated ourselves to.
In some respects, returning home was a relief, as I
thought that I might not survive much more of this,
although Anne and I continued to enjoy our healthy,
but limited, sex life.
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