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Early Mother's Day Gift
by Autumn Author (autumnauthor@webmail.co.za)
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Daughter, mother and daughter's boyfriend have a
Ménage à trois. (Ffm, adult/teens, underage, inc,
milf)
***
Hello everyone, my name is Marisa, and when I was 16,
my love life kind of went off the rails. I thought it
would be a good idea to write it all down to get a
grip on what happened. It was only recently I thought
to share it with the world. I don't know if I'm brave
enough to do it, but if you're reading this, then I
am!
One day in September I brought my boyfriend James home
to hang out after school, we had only been going out
for a month, but we got along great and we were having
a lot of fun, if you know what I mean. Nothing too
serious, at least not until this happened.
"Hey mom, we're home!" I yelled as I opened the door.
Mom peeked at us from the kitchen and came out to meet
us. She spied my boyfriend just behind me and said,
"Oh yeah, you told me you were bringing James over,
great!" As she rounded the corner I could see she was
wearing her jogging outfit, a tight t-shirt and short
Lycra shorts. My mom by the way is stunning and I have
always been jealous.
Her 36d tits were bigger than mine at just 32b, and
even though she was in her mid-30s they were almost as
perky as mine. Her ass was big and round and she loved
to show it off. Today she obviously wasn't wearing a
bra and even out of the corner of my eye I noticed
James' eyes lock in on her semi-hard nipples.
I decided to cut off the view for a while and gave my
mom our customary hug. While we were hugging I smelled
something delicious. Breaking off our embrace, I took
a step towards the kitchen. Behind me James said "Hey
Ms. Carroll, how are you?"
"I'll be great if you learn to call me Jasmine, James.
Come here and say hello."
"What are you cooking Mom, it smells great," I said.
After a few seconds of not getting an answer, I turned
around expecting to see my mom giving James her
customary hug but to my great surprise she was kissing
him, and directly on the lips. James had his hands on
her hips and was definitely not fighting back.
After the initial shock I cleared my throat loudly. My
mom spun around and blushed, and I noticed her nipples
were even more obvious though her top.
"Sorry honey, it's not his fault. He looked a little
down so I thought it might cheer him up." She couldn't
even look me in the eye while she said it. I would
have felt jealous if I thought James was really my
type, but I was more shocked at my mother thinking
that I would accept that explanation as the truth.
I excused myself and ran off to the bathroom, since I
had been holding it in for the past half hour and it
would give me time to think about what happened.
While I sat with my panties around my ankles, I
realized that my mother was probably dressed like that
because I told her James would be here. She had been
dressing a lot more scandalously whenever he came
over.
Understandable, I thought. She hadn't had a boyfriend
for a year. She had been too busy with work and taking
care of the house. Except now with her new job taking
up less of her time, she must have been thinking more
about men again.
She has told me also that the dating scene was pretty
dry in town and couldn't find a guy worth her time. I
imagine she was pretty sexually frustrated. Once I
looked at it from her point of few I couldn't help but
mellow out, and even chuckled. Poor mom!
I washed my hands and looked into the living room. I
saw that my mom was definitely not done with him. She
had him cornered at the end of the couch, sitting as
close to him as possible and talking his ear off. With
my mom wearing that outfit I knew I needed to step my
game up to be competitive.
I spun back around and went right back to my bedroom.
When I finally walked into the living room, I was
wearing my shortest belly shirt and a mid-thigh length
lavender cotton skirt. You can bet I wasn't bothering
with underwear at this point. Two could play this
game, as the old saying goes.
I plopped myself down on our bean bag chair opposite
the couch just as my mother asked James what he looks
for in a girl physically. I smiled at him ironically
as he looked from me to mom, tense with not knowing
how to answer.
Mom glanced at me and said "It's okay, there's no
wrong answer. Just be honest." The problem for me was
that my mom was next to him, with all her curves. Then
she rubbed her left leg against his right leg, skin on
skin. Her legs looked smooth and shiny, like she just
waxed and put lotion on them.
That got him talking, because James suddenly said "Oh
God Jasmine, it's just I uh... like all types of
girls. Marisa is really hot, but I can see where she
gets it from." She really had him squirming and I was
enjoying seeing this, despite the fact I wasn't the
one causing it.
"Oh," my mom replied, "So what do you like most about
Marisa?" To my pleasure he didn't hesitate.
"I love her legs, she's tall, and they and all my
friends say they go on forever. She looks great in PE
shorts." Unconsciously I crossed my legs with pride.
My mom smirked and asked "And what would you say is my
best feature, James? Tell the truth." He took longer
this time, looking her up and down like a piece of
meat, which she seemed to enjoy. He seemed to work up
some courage as he finally looked into her eyes.
"Well your boobs, Jasmine, they look so nice. Everyone
calls you a MILF." His newly found courage seemed to
evaporate into thin air as he realized what he just
said.
I knew very well that my mom understood what MILF
meant but she pretended never to have heard it. "What
James? What does that mean? MILF?"
James practically stuttered. "W-well it's uhh kind of
rude but it's like... mom I'd like to... you know."
"Like to what? I think I know what you mean but this
is my first time hearing of it."
I got a little impatient with this game so I spelled
it out for her loudly. "It means his friends think
you're a mom they'd like to fuck... mom."
She almost laughed when I said it, I must have sounded
a little petulant, and it amused her. But that would
have given her game away so she held herself back. She
turned back to James, "You think they want to fuck me?
I know I look decent, but I am pretty old."
"Decent? Wow no you look amazing, you're awesome, just
look at you!"
My mom smiled back at him. "Thanks James, you make me
feel pretty good. I was a little worried about wearing
such revealing clothing, but now that I know you feel
this way I think I will more often. God knows Marisa
does, sometimes I worry about her dressing so slutty,
but I know you must enjoy it. I see you staring at her
legs, I can't really blame you."
I smiled at them and decided to try to get his
attention back a little and not let my mom have all
the fun. I uncrossed my legs and spread them slightly
and leaned forward up on the bean bag chair so that my
skirt moved up on my thighs. I obviously went too far
though as I saw my mom's mouth drop open and James
audibly gasp.
There was an awkward silence and I felt pressured to
say something. "Yeah I try to keep them in good shape,
James loves kissing them up and down." Rather than
seem uncomfortable flashing my pussy I tried grinning
although it must have looked shaky for sure.
My mom's mouth formed a tight line for a moment as she
watched me, and then grinned. She clapped her hands
together and looked back to James.
"Hey James, you've made me feel really special, and
I'm very comfortable with you. Would you mind if I
changed into something else, and you give me your
opinion on it?"
James dragged his eyes from between my legs as I re-
crossed my legs. "Oh yes, absolutely I will, that is
if you don't mind Marisa."
Inwardly rolling my eyes I said, "No, I don't mind,
she could use a man's opinion. She hasn't had a date
in a while."
My mom and I joked around like that sometimes so all
she did was stick her tongue out at me and pat James'
leg while getting up. "Oh, Marisa, can I talk to you
for a sec?"
Uh oh, I thought, am I getting yelled at? I met my mom
at the door to her bedroom.
"Marisa, I'm sorry for teasing your boyfriend so much,
but it's been a while since a guy made me feel so
sexy. I'm not trying to be a bitch."
"It's okay mom, I understand that part. Sorry for
accidentally flashing everyone."
"Haha, no, it was shocking, but fair. I didn't know
you shaved completely."
"Uh yeah..." I replied, running a hand through my
hair. "So, didn't you have babysitting tonight," she
continued. "I don't want you to be late."
"No, that's on Friday mom."
"Oh right. Well we do need milk, would you mind
walking and picking some up?"
In my head I understood what she wanted, and she knew
that I knew the milk would only take 10 minutes;
instead she was asking my permission in her own way to
try and seduce James. He didn't exactly mean the world
to me, but some shred of possessiveness in me wouldn't
let her do this without me being there. I loved my mom
but that didn't mean she could do this without me
here.
"Oh I'll take care of it later mom, I really want to
see what outfit you want to show James, can't wait!"
With that I flounced back to the chair and made sure I
sat with my legs closed but to the side and my skirt
bunched up around my hips. I still felt like showing
off my legs and a little of my ass too.
"Don't worry about giving my mom all those compliments
James, I love her, we're best friends, and I'm not the
jealous type. I don't want you to think I'm mad at
you." He seemed relieved and I felt better, I didn't
want to hurt him or give him a panic attack.
"Thanks Marisa, you're great. You guys are great. You
look amazing, and your mom, oh my God."
"Haha," I replied, "Yeah she's a looker too. But don't
forget who found you first." I gave him a wink, spread
my legs and rubbed my pussy for him until I heard my
mom open her bedroom door.
Great, I thought, now I'm super horny. James looking
as good as he was helped, believe me. I moved back to
my original position so I could show off my thigh and
waited to see what my mom was wearing.
She didn't disappoint. She came out in something I
hadn't known she had bought. It was a white, teal, and
orange cheerleading outfit, but it was ridiculously
small. I always knew she was a Miami Dolphins fan and
I still think if she tried out today she'd make the
cheerleading team.
You could never wear this though, it buttoned once at
the chest, showed a huge amount of cleavage, and with
how busty she was, I could even see side-boob. She did
a little spin and flashed the bottom of her ass. "What
do you think guys?"
"You look sexy, mom!" That answer wasn't to my
advantage but I didn't have it in me to lie about
this.
James was blown away. He couldn't stop staring and
didn't say anything. "Do you mind if I sit on your lap
honey?" She asked him.
"Oh no, please do!" She sat down sideways on his lap.
Her skirt was so short that even though she kept her
legs tight I could see my mom's landing strip. I
suppose just in case I didn't notice, she spread her
legs for a couple seconds to show me her pussy lips. I
rolled my eyes to the side and she laughed.
"So you really like it, James? I was thinking of
wearing it for Halloween."
"Oh you'd be popular for sure, mom," I interrupted.
"Well that's the idea, being sexy equals being
popular, right? Do you think it's sexy enough James?"
"Oh for sure Jasmine, I love it, I love... well
everything. Your boobs look so great in this, and your
ass, wow, sorry Marisa but you said it yourself. So
sexy!" Mom grinned and I felt good for her, she
definitely needed some TLC if she was going this far
to woo him.
"James what I really want to get is a reaction, do you
think this will do it?"
"Of course, yeah it will get a reaction out of
anyone!"
"Even you, James?"
"Yeah me too Jasmine, I promise."
"Well it's nice of you to say so but I can't just take
your word for it." Mom jumped off his lap and sat to
his side.
"Can you stand up for a second James?"
"Uhh, yeah, if you want." Even wearing jean shorts it
was still very obvious my boyfriend was hard as a
rock. There's no way mom couldn't have felt that.
Still she played it for all it was worth.
"Hmm, I don't know, Marisa you should know, did I get
a reaction out of him?"
Giving into my mischievous nature I said "I don't know
mom, it's hard to tell from this angle, sorry."
Jumping on this chance mom said "Oh well, you heard
her, you're going to have to prove that my costume got
a reaction James. Don't worry, I know what to do."
Before he could move or protest, Mom had grabbed him
by the waist. She unbuttoned his jeans and dropped
them to the floor. I saw that James was wearing his
red satin boxers, they happened to be my favorite on
him. Hard as a rock didn't quite say it, he was almost
poking out of the waistband.
I could see him breathing very fast, he was really
into it. Mom didn't waste this opportunity as she spun
him towards her and reached a hand down the front, her
face looking so innocent like she was reaching in a
drawer for a spoon.
"Hmmm, yep. This is the reaction I was going for, what
do you think Marisa?" After saying this, she spun him
sideways and pulled the front of his boxers down,
exposing my favorite part of James.
"Wow, mom" I said with fake sincerity. "I have to get
completely naked before I get that reaction, you did
even better."
"Hehe, well you probably never wore a cheerleading
uniform for him, now did you?"
"No, that's true," I conceded.
"He looks nervous Marisa, better come over here and
calm him down." I instinctively got up, walked over to
James, and turned him back towards me. I slid his
boxers down, cupped his cock with my hand and kissed
him hard. He responded back, holding my head while he
reached under my skirt and grabbed my ass like he
usually did whenever we made out. It seemed to be one
of those moments that lasted forever, but eventually I
felt him being pulled away.
I opened my eyes and saw mom pull him back to the
couch. I noticed she had unbuttoned her top and thrown
it over the back while I was kissing James.
I hadn't seen my mother even topless in such a long
time, that I was shocked by how big and pink her
areola were. Being a natural redhead my mom has always
had fair skin so I shouldn't have been surprised, but
her areola were as wide as two quarters put side by
side, if I had to guess. Her skirt was now bunched
around her hips, and it might as well have been off
too.
"That was sweet, but I was feeling lonely, James dear.
Take off your shirt." After he obeyed she pushed him
back down on the couch, but in a way where he was
almost horizontal. As I sat down on the floor in front
of them, she sat herself down on him so that his cock
was sticking up between her legs and rubbing her slit.
"Oh that feels so nice, I'm not hurting you am I
honey?"
"Oh no Ms. Carroll. I mean Jasmine. You're light as a
feather. You are so nice, you smell so good." He
sounded so dull, but I realized there must not be a
lot of blood left going to his brain.
James was obviously moving his hips around to create
friction. He looked like he was on autopilot. My mom
put her hands down to support herself on either side
of his legs and began to move her hips up and down to
rub her pussy against the shaft of his cock.
Watching as James put a hand over one of her tits I
pulled my skirt up to start to rub my clit, feeling
overwhelmed by being able to see this. My mom looked
at me the entire time, grinning, encouraging me to
finger myself with hand motions.
"Oh James, look at Marisa, she seems to be having as
much fun as we are." While he looked at me briefly she
continued, "But Marisa, James feels kind of dry
against my skin, isn't there any way you can help with
that?"
I couldn't believe what my own mother was asking me to
do for her, but at this point, I was too far gone to
care. I wanted a cock in my mouth no matter who was
there to see it. Mom, dad, our pastor; I didn't mind.
As my mom climbed off James and sat down next to him,
I got on my hands and knees and crawled towards them,
looking up into James' eyes before licking him from
his balls to the tip of his cock. Then I eased the tip
past my lips and began to bob my head up and down.
James gave out a lovely moan.
"That's my daughter, you do this as well as I used
to." While I continued to suck my boyfriend's cock, I
moved one hand up to James' leg and braced the other
against my mom's knee. My heart was racing, my entire
body felt like I had a fever; I hadn't felt this way
since the first time I can remember masturbating when
I was 11.
I was getting so horny from the contact and James'
cock I was moaning every time I moved my head back
down on it.
"You know to hold the back of her head, right James?
Like this." Mom took one of her hands and rested it on
the back of my head, forcing my mouth down on his cock
a little deeper than it had been. I kept on with my
rhythm though, and didn't gag.
For some reason I thought if I gagged or coughed I
would be humiliated in front of my mother. Through the
horniness I felt I needed to prove myself to her that
I wasn't just a girl anymore, that I was old enough to
suck a guy off as well as she no doubt could.
As she helped me suck James' cock I rubbed her leg up
and down, starting to feel closer to her than I ever
had before. Why had she never told me about this side
of her? We really were a lot alike, which felt good,
even if that meant we were both such twisted sluts
that we could never tell anyone else about it. Except
James of course, who probably believed this was all
just a great dream.
Once James started making those little noises most
guys make when they're about to cum, my mom pulled me
off of his cock by my ponytail.
"Good job sweetie, but I think James is getting a
little over stimulated. I'll take care of the rest."
With that I backed away from between his legs and my
mom straightened James back up and straddled him
again. This time taking her hand and guiding James'
penis into her obviously wet cunt.
From here I could see his cock wet with my saliva
entering her over and over again, and her clit
sticking above it.
Even though my mom had just man-handled me, I still
felt like I wanted her to feel great for all she had
done, taking care of me all by herself for so long. I
moved up against James' knees and reached towards my
mom and began to rub her clit for her.
She moaned in a deep voice that just sounded like pure
sex. That sound alone got me even wetter I have to
admit. Throwing her head back while James rubbed her
tits from behind and with her daughter stimulating her
clit, she must have been in heaven. I grinned widely,
mom deserved every bit of this.
"Oh Marisa yes, why haven't we been doing this before,
your fingers are like magic," she whispered.
Eventually I got a little uncomfortable and stood up,
throwing my clothes off and sitting next to the two of
them. Knowing James well enough sexually I leaned back
to look at him and said "Don't you dare cum before my
mom James, she deserves better than that." He gave me
a sheepish grin and nodded, not because he was scared
of me but I'm sure he wanted to impress her.
"Oh honey, you are so sweet, this is the best, but
there's no way I can last very long," she said. I
splayed my right leg out to the side and rubbed my
clit furiously with my right hand while doing my best
to stroke my mother's with my left.
Every couple of seconds I would slip and my hand would
feel James' cock doing its best to fuck my mother into
oblivion. I thanked God I didn't have long fingernails
today. I didn't want to hurt either of them.
"God James, you're so good at this, but so quiet! Say
something, call me something dirty." I knew James
wasn't up for that, he was cute and athletic, but
hadn't broken out of his shell yet. I waited for James
to say anything at all, but I was pretty sure there
was operating just on instinct at this point. Banking
on my mom still being in a good mood, being fucked and
all at that moment, I took a chance.
"Mom you are such a fucking slut, you'd do anything
for dick wouldn't you?"
"Oh fuck, you're right sweetie; I would have done
anything earlier today for the chance to get fucked
like this."
"You might even be a bigger cum whore than me mom, do
you love the taste of it, too?"
Mom giggled. "You better believe it. I've gone without
it for so long I could have it 3 meals a day for a
long time. Don't get any ideas right now though James,
I need this in my cunt first."
Without warning, she lifted herself off of James' cock
and turned around. She set her knees on either side of
James' body, and hovered over her slit above his
penis.
Bracing her arms against the top of the couch, she
looked at me and said "Honey, would you help your mom
out a bit?"
Knowing what she wanted, I grabbed James' cock in my
hand and lined up the tip between her pussy lips,
putting my other hand on the small of her back to let
her know to sit on it.
As she eased herself back down I withdrew my hands and
slapped her ass. "Ow!" In retaliation she pinched one
of my nipples. When she started to use her hips to
fuck herself on James' cock, she leaned over so James
could suck on one nipple at a time at hers.
I felt a twinge, for some reason I thought James was
very lucky at that moment. My mom had once told me she
breastfed me until I was 4. I couldn't remember any of
it but I must have been one happy little kid.
I got caught up simply staring at their bodies moving
together and rubbing myself, again it seemed like time
was crawling. Had it only been 10 minutes ago that we
were just teasing James a bit?
My mother looked so gorgeous, eyes closed in
concentration, doing everything she could do to enjoy
bouncing up and down on my boyfriend's 6 inch cock. He
wasn't huge, not that I was very knowledgeable about
sizes or anything, but it was so good looking. Often I
would just drool thinking about it at school.
After a while I got the urge to touch my mother again.
I took turns rubbing my mother's clit for her, and I
even felt comfortable pinching and rubbing her pale
pink left nipple when James wasn't licking it. Every
time she would moan, it would make me jolt inside.
While I was rubbing her clit for a few seconds mom
half-yelled "I'm going to fucking cum on you James!"
For no reason I know of, I got off the couch and stood
up straight behind my mom, I reached down with one
hand around her to keep rubbing her wet clit as fast
as I could.
At the same time I felt her slam back down on James'
cock and not go back up again she yelled out "FUCK! Oh
FUCK YES!"
I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other still
rubbing her clit and kissed her back and neck.
Every muscle in her body felt tense as she had what
must have been an amazing orgasm. Her breathing was
fast and loud and she didn't un-tense for a good 20-30
seconds.
When she lifted her head back up, she looked at James
and noticed he hadn't cum. I was so fucking amazed
that he didn't, he even kept wiggling for my mom as
she came. What a guy.
"Oh fuck Marisa, take my place honey, you need to cum
like I did. Take my place sweetie." My mom slowly
eased herself off James' dick and curled up one end of
the couch, with a satisfied smile on her face.
"You both look like you're ready to explode, I really
want to see this," she continued.
I turned to James. "Get up babe, I want this from
behind."
I bent over the arm of the couch that my mom was
curled up against and looked at her with nervous
excitement. They had both had teased me so badly, it
felt like I was ready to release a river down my
thighs.
James and I had done this before while my mother was
away, so I knew just the right angle to have my ass at
and swayed it at James to make an inviting target. I
may not have the curviest butt like my mother, but
enough that I knew it was still feminine and cute. As
I felt James grab my hips and rub his cock past my
opening to tease me, my mother stroked my long brown
hair.
James' teasing drove me nuts, nearly to the point of
annoyance. I wanted to get fucked hard and now, an
orgasm wasn't far off.
"Stop fucking around James, you know I'm your whore,
fuck me like one!"
"Bad girl!" my mother said in mock disapproval.
James happily obliged and rammed his cock in me so
hard it almost hurt. He took long deep strokes. Not so
fast I couldn't enjoy it, but fast enough that every
pounding of my pussy took brought me closer to
oblivion.
My mom cupped my chin and brought my eyes to hers and
mouthed, "Thank you."
I grinned back, thinking that nothing was ever going
to top this day. I closed my eyes again for a moment
but then suddenly felt a pressure on my lips.
When I opened my eyes, I was shocked. My mother, who I
had thought was completely normal until this day, had
gotten on her hands and knees and was kissing me hard
on the lips. I melted in that moment, staring into her
gorgeous green eyes that seemed so full of happiness.
The moment after that I exploded with the strongest
orgasm I've ever had due to that kiss, my brain
registering just how erotic her kissing me was.
I almost blacked out, I felt like I was on a steep
roller coaster plunging back down to earth. I'm
surprised I didn't have a heart attack.
I do remember my mother sitting straight up straight
on her knees in front of me and me grabbing her with
all my might. I remember burying my face into her
breasts, and making whimpering noises as James kept
pounding my pussy from behind during my orgasm. What a
beast he was that day.
A couple of seconds later he pressed himself all the
way into my wet cunt and I felt a rush of something
warm enter me. For who knows how many times that
afternoon, time dragged on forever.
"Honey, are you okay?" my mother asked me. "You look
like such an angel when you're having an orgasm."
I nodded that I was okay, and looked back at James.
"You okay too, babe? You look like you just ran a
marathon." For the first time that day he laughed. As
he did so he pulled out of me and I felt what must
have been a gallon of cum start to leak out of my
pussy and run down my thighs.
Straightening up and smiling I exclaimed, "We made a
huge mess!"
Everyone laughed again, we looked at each other like
we had just collaborated on something amazing and it
had turned out better than we ever expected. James
started looking in the direction of the bathroom, but
I stopped him before he could take a step.
"No way James, I have to see how this tastes." I
turned around and dropped to my knees again, I
couldn't let this opportunity go by. I knew I liked my
own taste on his cock after I came on it, but this had
to be different, right? For some reason that was when
I noticed that we had left the back door open with the
curtains to either side.
It wouldn't be easy for the neighbors to have seen
what happened, but it was possible. I shrugged it off
mentally as too late now, and lifted James' penis to
lick at the underside of his cock and his balls.
The taste was definitely different after all! When
it's just me I notice I taste a little tart, like
yogurt, which James had agreed with when I brought it
up. Now with mom's cum on his cock too, it was
certainly sweeter, and I could barely notice any
tartness.
I turned to my mom who looked like a queen, completely
naked and regal with her legs spread wide open sitting
on the couch and told her what I found.
"Well honey, don't be surprised, I do try to eat a lot
of fruit, and drink quite a bit of V8." I couldn't
help but chuckle at that even though that was God's
honest truth. Chuckling isn't easy with a cock in your
mouth!
After I finished cleaning up James and sent him off to
the bathroom for towels, I sat back down next to my
suddenly sexy mom. I looked to her, asking "What
next?"
She looked back at me and patted my head. With a wink
she said, "Well sweetheart, I think we've learned a
lot of things about each other, but you seem like
you'd be a great partner for Truth or Dare."
"Mom, you're scaring me!" Secretly I couldn't wait to
play with her. With or without James, I knew we would
have a blast.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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