Mom Steps Up

This story continues the adventures of James, the brother of Lori in the previously story "Lorelei" (), 3/13/2025. It stands alone, using the original characters to launch a new tale and can be read without reading the preceding story.

James and Lori are siblings still living at home at ages 24 and 22 respectively. While both are sexually active, Lori is the more active one, craving sex almost daily but with few opportunities to expand the base of her activities.

About two years ago, James and Lori became sexually active with each other. James and his friend JC entertain in a local pub on Saturday nights. Lori manipulated James into having sex with her in an aborted attempt to have sex with JC. In the process they discovered the wonders of sex with each other. Their mother realized what was going on and, while she didn't endorse the sexual activity, she tolerated it. Their mother apparently has a vibrant sexual relationship with her husband and they attend several weekend parties during the year. She recognizes the importance of a good sexual relationship in living a complete life.

For two years, James and Lori have been having sex almost daily. Lori shares James' bed most nights and they manage numerous other sexual liaisons just for the fun of it. They have grown to love each other. Lori no longer stalks other men and James is generally cool to approaches by other women. However, they recognize that their relationship is transitory. They accept sexual relationships with others and realize each of them will ultimately find and marry others and their sexual relationship may not continue.

Several months ago, Lori met a man who swept her off her feet and into his bed. She is convinced that he is the "one" and two weeks ago, she moved in with him. James had adapted over the months to a reduced sexual relationship with Lori although she spent most nights in his bed. James' weekends were lonely and he resorted to several methods of self-pleasure until Lori returned home on Sunday night.

Two weeks earlier, James' separation from Lori was virtually complete. Lori did manage to meet with him once or twice a week but he slept alone every night. The second Saturday morning after Lori moved out, James was alone in his bed, thinking about Lori and watching X-rated videos on his laptop. He was lying back, slowly stroking his erection when there was a knock on his door. He quickly pulled a sheet over his naked body and responded, "Yes?"

"James, it's me," said his mother. "Is everything all right?"

"I'm fine," he answered.

"May I come in?" his mother asked.

James was reluctant to have his mother come into his bedroom. It was going to be difficult to hide the tent his erection made in the sheet. But she was his mother. He closed his laptop and replied, "Sure."

He mother walked slowly into his bedroom. She was wearing a tight-fitting satin, calf length nightgown with a lace, mid-thigh robe. James had never seen his mother dressed so provocatively and it did nothing to relieve his erection although it was more natural now. "You were making unusual sounds and I wondered if you were all right," his mother said.

James didn't realize that he was vocalizing his activity. "Mom, I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I'll try to make less noise in the future," he promised.

"I wasn't disturbed," mom admitted. "Maybe just a little curious." She reached over James' body, her hand passing uncomfortably close to the sheet covering his erection and touched his laptop. It was still warm. "What were you watching?" she asked as she withdrew her hand, this time passing even more closely to his erection. His erection moved slightly as her hand passed by as if there was some magnetic attraction between them.

"Nothing important," James replied.

"Maybe something risqué?" she asked as she reached for the laptop again, this time her hand brushing the sheet over his erection. She picked up the laptop, moved it to between them, and opened the lid. The screen lit up displaying a frozen frame of a video of a young woman performing fellatio on an older, well-endowed man. "She looks a lot like Lori," she commented.

"Mom...," James tried to say something.

"James, you don't have to explain anything," mom said. "Not having Lori home has to be difficult for you. Heaven knows how difficult it would be for me if your father wasn't here."

"Mom," James objected. "This is private. You shouldn't be here."

"Yes, it is private," mom agreed. "But it's also lonely." She reached out and put her hand on the sheet covering James' quickly flagging erection. "You should have company. Maybe I can help."

"Mom!" exclaimed James. "Don't even think like that. I wish you would leave now," he insisted.

Mom withdrew her hand. "I will if you want me to," she conceded, "You only have to ask."

James spent the next twenty minutes unsuccessfully trying to restore the atmosphere and feelings he had before his mother interrupted. Nothing he tried, including the video, helped. His mind kept wandering to the thoughts of his mother, how she was dressed, and his imagination of where her offer to help might have led. Frustrated, he showered, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and headed for the kitchen and a late breakfast.

His mother was seated at the kitchen table, still dressed in her nightgown and lace robe, and holding a mug of coffee in both hands. "Good morning, James," she said as if it was their first encounter of the morning.

"Good morning, mom," James said. He opened the refrigerator, retrieved a box of day-old donuts, and put it on the table. Then he poured himself a mug of coffee and put it and a small plate on the table. He sat opposite his mother, took a bite of a chocolate covered donut, and a sip of coffee.

"You don't look like your usual morning self," commented his mother.

"I'm just tired," James explained.

"I would describe it as more frustrated than tired," mom observed.

"Thanks to you," James said with attitude.

"No need to be angry," his mother responded.

"I'm sorry, mom," James apologized. "I really don't feel angry."

"How do you feel?" mom asked.

"You were probably right," he confessed. "Frustrated."

"Things didn't work out after I left?" mom asked.

"Not really," James confirmed.

"Because I interrupted?" she asked.

"More because of how you're dressed and what you said," James informed her.

"How I'm dressed?" mom asked innocently.

"Mom," James reacted. "Don't underestimate the effect you may have on men in general and me in particular." Before she could respond, he continued. "You may be 46 years old but your body is still incredible and that nightgown stretched over your body, clinging to every curve and protrusion. I couldn't think about anything else," he concluded.

Mom flushed. "James, I didn't think about that when I put it on."

"Mom, can we be honest with each other? I think you absolutely knew the effect you might have and you wore it deliberately. We both know that you wouldn't have the same effect if you wore pajamas and a terry robe. And I think you knocked on my door because you suspected what I was doing and with the expectation I'd let you 'help.'"

"Was I that obvious?" mom asked.

'Not in the moment," I answered honestly. "Only after I thought about it for a while."

"James, my offer to help was honest when I said it and the offer is still on the table whenever and as often as you may want or need me," mom confessed.

"I don't understand," James admitted. I may not have Lori but you have dad. By the way, where is dad?"'

"He went to the club to play golf," answered mom. "He'll have lunch in the clubhouse with his buddies afterward. I'll probably not see him until sometime after four this afternoon."

"And you miss him as much like I miss Lori?" I asked.

"I do," confessed mom. "And since we're being honest with each other, I was trying to compensate much like you were without success."

"And you think we could 'help' each other?" James asked.

"Just a foolish old lady's fantasy," mulled mom.

"You're not that old and it's not a fantasy," James contended.

"You'd consider it?" asked mom.

"We do have to contend with the fact that you're my mother and I'm your son," James explained.

"Lori is your sister," mom stated.

"Your right," James agreed. "I think I can handle that you're my mother if I managed to handle that Lori was my sister. How about you about me being your son?"

"Today isn't the first time I've thought about it," confessed mom. "I thought about it when I discovered your and Lori's relationship and I've thought about it many times since. I've convinced myself. That's why I had the courage to knock on your door earlier."

"How much 'help' are we talking about?" James asked.

"That I'm still not sure about," admitted mom.

"Should we start and see where it leads?" James asked.

"We should," stated mom.

"When?

"Right now is a good time."

Mom stood up from the table and started for the door. James put up his hand to stop her. Then he made a small circle with his fingers. Mom stared at him for a moment and then turned around slowly. "Was that necessary?" she asked.

"More than you realized," James said as he adjusted his budding erection in his shorts and stood up. He moved in front of her and kissed her gently on her lips. If she was shocked, she didn't show it. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him with intent and promise. James had to adjust his erection in his shorts again.

James followed his mother to his bedroom. They stood next to the bed and kissed again. "I'd forgotten what a real kiss was like," said mom. "Lie down on the bed," she directed.

James lay on the bed while his mother removed her lace robe. His mother sat next to him on the side of the bed. She began to run her hand on his chest in small circles. James closed his eyes and let her lead. The circles on his chest got larger until they included his abdomen and then just his abdomen. Her fingers felt wonderful and James began to relax, the tension in his body ebbing while his erection stiffened. Her hand wandered under the hem of his t-shirt and traversed his torso allowing her fingernails to drag through his wispy chest hair.

She used two hands to remove his t-shirt. Her fingers toyed with his nipples. Electric shocks raced through his body from his primitive brain to his becoming painful erection. Her fingers wandered down, under the waistband of his shorts and into his pubic hair. When she wrapped her fingers around his erection, it took every muscle of his body to prevent an instant release of semen and sperm building in his groin.

Mom grabbed the sides of his shorts. "Help me get these off you," she requested.

With his shorts gone, mom turned with one knee on the bed so she could use both hands to capture his erection. She began to stroke him gently, every stroke causing a minor disturbance in the blissful force invading his body. Soon, and a lot quicker than he wanted, the eruption he was looking for before breakfast, became unmanageable. His hips twitched, his erection hardened and he felt the first pulse of his orgasm racing through his penis.

His mother felt it too. Reflexively, she bent over him and took his erection in her mouth before his emission breached into the air. She held steady while his orgasm pulsed a half-dozen times, sucking everything into her mouth. When he finished, she sat up, looked him in the eyes and swallowed. She licked her lips and swallowed a second time.

James watched in amazement. When she leaned forward and kissed him, he put his arms around her body and returned her kiss. When her tongue pushed against his lips he opened his mouth and tasted his semen on her tongue. He sat up and they embraced. "Thanks mom, that was a big 'help,'" he said.

"You're welcome," mom said. "But we're not done. You have to 'help' me now and, given what's happened and what's going to happen, you should call me Kate."

"Isn't that unusual?" James asked. "How would dad react when I called you Kate? Wouldn't he draw some conclusions that might be uncomfortable to explain?"

"To you, I'm Kate when were alone together and mom the rest of the time," Kate concluded.

"And dad doesn't have to know anything," James agreed.

"Not until I'm comfortable enough to tell him," smiled Kate.

They moved around on the bed until Kate was lying on her back with James sitting next to her. He began to rub her abdomen in small circles over the tight satin nightgown. The material stretched tight over her breasts, her nipples raising small peaks in the fabric. His hands wandered up to her breasts. He held her left breast in his right hand with her nipple between his fingers. He squeezed her breast with his palm and her nipple with his fingers. Kate closed her eyes, moaned softly, and pushed her breast against his hand.

James positioned his hands below her breasts and began to slide them over her satin clad body. He slid his hands over her ribs, her abdomen and toward her hips. His hands separated at her hips and moved inexorably down her thighs, over her knees, and to the hem of her gown on her calves. His fingers slid under her gown and started to slide back up her legs. Her gown caught on her calves and stretched until he couldn't move his hand further up her thighs.

Kate felt the tension in her gown. She lifted her hips off the bed and pulled the back of her gown up until it bunched at her waist. The front of her gown lay loosely on her thighs. Free to move his hands further, James continued to slide up Kate's thighs, the hem of her gown moving upward with his hands.

Eventually, James' hands rested on Kate's hips. The front of her gown rested on her abdomen with her mons fully exposed. She spread her legs to improve James' view. Speechless, James absorbed the sight of Kate's incredible pubic hair. Her hair triangle was large, darker, and curlier than the hair on her head without a hint of gray hair and trimmed neatly on three sides.

James leaned forward and kissed the inside of Kate's left thigh. Kate's leg trembled and she moaned. James kissed the inside of her right thigh. Kate bit her lip and tried not to overreact. She was floating in a sea of pure pleasure and she didn't want to change the course that she hoped where James was heading.

James kissed up Kate's thigh and dragged his tongue in the crease between her thigh and genitals. Kate separated her legs further. James used his fingers to separate Kate's pubic hair, exposing her labia and clitoris. He slid two fingers down with her clitoris between them to the entrance to her vagina. His tongue followed his fingers.

Kate's suppressed moan transformed into a keening cry and her hips lifted off the bed.

James looked up. "Are you all right?" he asked.

Kate could barely talk. "Don't... You... Dare... Stop," she managed to say.

James sucked her clitoris between his lips. Kate grabbed his head with both hands and pushed her hips against his face.

He sucked her clitoris into his mouth and began to tease the end of it with his tongue. Her hips quivered rapidly. James slid two fingers into her vagina, slid them in and out several times, curled them slightly, and pressed them against the front of her vagina behind her clitoris. Kate's hips began to lurch uncontrollably. James struggled to maintain contact with her clitoris. Somehow, Kate lost her nightgown during the struggle.

"Fuck me. Now!" cried Kate.

"Mom?" asked James.

"Kate!" cried Kate. "And, yes, I want to feel you inside me now!"

Kate was holding her legs wide with her hands behind her knees. James positioned himself between her legs and stroked his erection between her labia several times. Kate's heels pushed against his ass and he slid inside her. Viscus liquid was flowing from Kate and he could feel the sides of her vagina yielding as his erection penetrated her.

He pushed inside her until their pubic bones collided. He took a deep breath and started to move inside her. Kate's legs wrapped tightly around his hips and pulled him toward her. "No!" she cried.

James pushed inside her and held steady, suspended over her body on his arms. He focused on the physical feeling of being inside Kate. It was reminiscent of sex with his sister but there was something more. Something not quite physical. Something emotional. Something he'd never felt before.

Kate pulled him down against her body and kissed him, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth. Saliva was moving with her tongue as it slid in and out of his mouth. Thick fluids were washing his erection as her hips began to move back and forth on his erection. His body wanted to fuck her but his head wanted something more. He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to honor how she was sharing herself with him. He wanted her to feel everything he felt and fucking her was not how to do that.

He kissed her. He moved slowly and deliberately inside her. He grabbed her head and kissed her again. She arched her hips as he slid inside her. He arched his back and kissed her breasts. She held his head against her breasts and pushed her hips harder against him. She lifted her legs high above them and rotated her hips to increase his penetration. Soon, they were rhythmically moving together.

James could feel the tension in Kate's body increasing exponentially and when her orgasm carried her over the edge almost to unconsciousness, he erupted inside her, filling her with every ounce of emotionally charged semen and sperm he could manage.

James collapsed on top of Kate. She wrapped her legs and arms around him. They clung together as James' erection deflated and eventually fell out of her. Kate cried. He kissed her tears from her cheeks. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"I'll live," she told him. "Give me a few minutes."

They lay together on James' bed. Kate had her head on James' chest and one hand held his flaccid penis. James buried his head in Kate's hair, absorbing the scent of vanilla and coconut from her hair. "James," whispered Kate.

"Yes," he replied.

"How long have you been doing that?" she asked.

"That?" he questioned.

"You know. Making love," Kate clarified.

"Like that. About an hour," James said.

Kate laughed. "You're kidding," she said. "You been having sex for a long time."

"Never like that," James answered honestly.

"Even with Lori?" Kate asked.

"Even with Lori," affirmed James.

"Do you think you can do it again?" Kate asked.

"Exactly like that?" James asked. "I have no idea but I'd give it my best and never quit trying."

"What more could a girl ask for," laughed Kate. "I'll never refuse to let you try."

James squeezed her body and kissed the top of her head. "I'd like that," he said.

"So would I," agreed Kate.

They lay together in silence for almost ten minutes. "Would you like to try again?" Kate asked.

"Now? Do we have time?" asked James.

Kate looked up at the clock on the bedside table. "More than enough," she said.

"Okay," agreed James.

"Okay," Kate repeated, "but first we have to take a shower."

Kate led him down the hall to her bedroom and the oversized walk-in shower in her bathroom. She started the shower to give it a few moments to warm up. Then she moved to the toilet and sat down.

James looked away. "You can watch," Kate said.

"It's personal," James said. "I don't need to watch."

"James, an hour ago you had your face up and in my personal. Watching is hardly an issue."

James looked at her. "You want me to watch?" he asked.

"I want you to know me. All of me. Whatever I do and whenever I do it. Peeing is hardly an issue," explained Kate.

James watched. Kate peed.

"Was that so hard?" Kate asked when she was done.

"I'd rather have my face in your personal," James told her.

Kate laughed. "You're an idiot. Get in the shower."

James and Kate washed each other in the shower. James washed Kate's breasts twice and Kate washed James' cock once. It grew so large the first time that she had to try it on for size in the shower. Bent over, James' erection filled her nicely. They quit when the water began to cool. "That was fun," Kate said and James agreed. They dried each other's body and Kate led James to her bed.

They moved slowly, maximizing every response to every movement. Kate spent considerable time just orally pleasing James and paused several times so he wouldn't erupt prematurely. James returned the favor without pausing. Kate had four orgasms of varying intensity before she lay back and pulled James inside her again.

James became inventive, moving Kate into several positions that satisfied both of them. Over the next two hours, they both were aware of James' impending orgasm, relenting long enough to let him rest and preserve his erection so that they could fuck longer. Kate pursued her orgasms without concern. Before James' finally filled her with an emotional and physical draining of his reserves, Kate had at least six orgasms that she remembered.

By two pm, they were headed for the shower again. Post shower, James sat on Kate's bed and watched her dress in panties, bra, tight jeans and one of his father's polo shirts. Then they went back to James' room for him to dress.

"What about the bed?" James asked before they left her bedroom.

"Leave it. It's not going anywhere," Kate responded.

"Won't dad notice, make conclusions and ask questions?" James asked.

"He might notice but he'll never ask. It's not the first time the bed has been messy when he wasn't here." she added.

"There's a story there somewhere," James commented.

"Someday I might tell you the story," Kate smiled.

James' father came home just before four. James was in his room, watching porn but too tired to masturbate. His mother was in the den, thumbing through a catalog and watching golf on television.

Dad kissed his wife in greeting, showered, dressed, and joined her in the den. He didn't have any questions.

Near five, mom knocked on James' bedroom door. "We're going out to dinner," she informed him. "Would you like to join us?"

"Nah. I'll just find something in the refrigerator to eat. Have a good time,"

She smiled at him. I already have," she said. She winked and added in a whisper, "And I intend to have more fun later."

Later was a little after eleven pm when Kate tiptoed into James' bedroom without knocking. James woke up. He noticed Kate was as naked as he was. "Are you nuts?" he asked.

Kate smiled broadly. "There's only your nuts that I'm interested in," she said.

She walked over to the side of his bed. "Move over," she insisted. She slid in beside him.

"What about dad? What if he wakes up and you're not there?" James worried.

"He played golf all day. He's exhausted. I'd be surprised if he woke up before noon tomorrow. And if he does, I guess I'll have that conversation with him," Kate assured James. "Beside this won't take long. I just need to take some of you to bed with me tonight."

It only took forty minutes. Kate was determined. James was obliging. Kate encouraged James with a prolonged and irresistible oral stimulation of his cock. When he was more than ready, Kate straddled his hips and slid down on him. James was transported to paradise. He held her hips as he pushed up into her. He held her breasts as she bounced down onto him. They rolled over twice to try different positions and ended with James between Kate's thighs with her legs over his shoulders. He held his breath as he drained himself inside her as she convulsed with her third, and largest, orgasm of the evening.

They kissed passionately before Kate rose up off the bed and left the room quickly with one hand between her legs to contain the leakage. "Thank you," she said breathlessly. James moved away from the latest cold spot on his sheets, got comfortable, and went back to sleep with visions of a beautiful woman with large breasts sitting astride him.

Sometime later, James felt a warm body slide next to him in his bed. It was a woman. He could feel her naked breasts against his back as she kissed his neck. He turned to face Kate. "Again?" he asked.

"Just something quick so I can sleep," insisted Kate.

Twenty minutes later, she was leaving James' bedroom with one hand between her legs and James was searching for a clean spot on his sheets where he could sleep.

In the morning, James showered, dressed in his usual shorts and t-shirt, and headed for the kitchen. He set up and turned on the coffee maker. He put milk and orange juice on the kitchen table with three plates, three glasses, three bowls, knives, spoons, and forks. He moved the roll of paper towels to the table and began to search the refrigerator for food. He found eggs, bacon, and bagels. He had them in his hands as he stood up and closed the refrigerator.

His mother was standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a terry robe and pajama bottoms. She winked at him and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning... Kate," repeated James. "Interesting choice of clothing," he commented.

"I was just checking if you were right," Kate said.

"If I was right?" questioned James.

"You know, pajamas and terry robe versus satin nightgown," reminded Kate.

James paused, looking at her critically. Kate grinned uncomfortably. She moved her robe aside and ran a finger around her nipple.

"You're very persuasive," James admitted. He put the items in his hands on the counter. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked.

Kate sat at the table while she considered all the possible answers to his question. "Just coffee for now," she said.

James retrieved two mugs from a cabinet and poured two mugs of coffee. He put one in front of her and sat opposite her at the table with the other. "We have to talk," he said.

"We certainly do," Kate agreed.

"Yesterday and last night was incredible," James said.

Kate nodded, smiled, and exposed her breast again.

"That's what we have to talk about," James commented. "Where's dad?"

"Still asleep," Kate related.

"We can't talk here," James said.

"Why not?" asked Kate. "I have a lot to tell you."

"Dad could wake up at any time," James worried. "We need to find a time and place where we won't be interrupted."

"Sounds like you want to do more than just talk," laughed Kate.

"You're on my mind every second," James admitted. "That's one of the things we have to talk about."

"And I want you between my legs every other second," Kate shared.

James choked and took a sip of coffee. They sat and sipped their coffee for a couple of minutes. Then Kate sat back in her chair and opened her robe to expose both breasts. She leaned forward, her breasts hanging over the table.

"What are you doing?" James asked.

"If we can't talk, I thought I might as well communicate silently. They miss you," said Kate.

"I miss them," James agreed. "But I'm not willing to risk us being compromised."

They sat in silence for several more minutes. Kate occasionally adjusted her breasts just to keep James' attention.

"Dad's coming downstairs," James said. "Put them away."

"Why? David likes them too," Kate said.

"But not at the same time that I like them," James insisted.

"If you insist," laughed Kate. She pulled the robe over her breasts and tightened the belt.

James' dad walked into the kitchen. "Good morning you two," he said.

"Morning, dad," said James.

"Good morning," echoed mom.

It was Wednesday evening before James and his mother were able to have their talk when his father went out to the club after dinner for the semi-monthly meeting of the club's board of directors. James and his mom cleaned up after dinner. James went into the den in the back of the house while his mom went to her bedroom to "get comfortable."

James was sitting on the sofa paging through the options on the TV when his mom entered the room. She was wearing her lace robe and nothing else. "Mom!" exclaimed James. "I thought we were going to talk."

"We are," she confirmed. "I wanted to make sure I had your attention, and it's Kate."

She sat on the sofa next to him, took the remote from him, and turned off the TV. "I've had some time to think about how I could tell you what I want you to know about me, so please don't interrupt. Let me talk until I'm finished, please," she said.

James sat back, relaxed and turned his head away from Kate's almost naked body. "You can look while I talk," Kate said.

"When I was young," she started, "Before I met David, I was addicted to sex. I still am. Not quite a nymphomaniac but close. I was always on the hunt to find some guy to fuck or more."

James' mouth fell open as if he was trying to speak. Kate held up her hand. "Don't talk," she said.

"As I said," she continued. "I loved sex. Then I met your father. We quickly discovered that we were emotionally and physically aligned. We both loved sex. We couldn't get enough of each other, and, we both realized that even that wasn't enough for either of us. We both needed sex with someone else occasionally. We created a contract between us with that understanding. That understanding continues to this day."

Kate paused to breathe. "We got married and honeymooned with the best man and the maid of honor. That was the arrangement we wanted for the wedding. The best man would fuck the bride and the groom would fuck the maid of honor. Ultimately, they got married and we still see them occasionally to this day.

"David and I have lived that life for twenty-five years. We see other couples when convenient and we're members of a club of married couples with similar relationships. They meet regularly on the last weekend of each month."

Kate paused again. She held up her hand again in case I wanted to comment.

"As you know, your father is twelve years older than I am. I'm forty-six and he's fifty-eight and things are happening to his body that effect many men his age. At fifty-six, my beloved David is unable to maintain an erection, seriously affecting our sex lives. It's not that unusual. Statistically, over half the men David's age have erectile problems. Anyway, it not only affects our relationship, but it's also a major factor in our participation with other couples and in the club.

"The problem became untenable about the same time that you and Lori began your relationship. I suspect that Lori may have inherited our love of sex and it contributed to your relationship with her. The last couple of years have been difficult for me. My love of sex is as strong as it ever was and my ability to have partners has diminished as David's condition worsened and we were unable to contribute proportionally to the relationships we've had over the years. It's not a complete disaster. David is as good as he ever was with his oral skills. He can still bring me to orgasm that way but squirting on a tongue or fingers isn't the same as squirting on a cock buried deep inside me."

Kate paused again. I raised a hand. "Not now," said Kate. "This is difficult enough to share with you without interruptions. Let me finish.

"Every time I knew you and Lori were intimate, sharing feelings I couldn't have, I almost cried. Over time, I vowed to share in Lori's joy in fucking you. But I couldn't force myself into your relationship. I waited, hoping that my time would come. Lori moving out was the opening I was hoping for. I shared my fantasy with Lori and she happily endorsed my plan. It allowed you another outlet for sex and made her separation easier. David also was delighted at my opportunity. That was the incentive for my approach to you Saturday morning."

Kate paused again and looked at me. "That's it. I'm done. Now you have the whole story."

"Mom... Kate. I don't know what to say. It's an incredible story. Normally, I might be annoyed, feeling used, but that's not how I feel. I understand completely. Lori isn't the only product of your womb that inherited a compulsion for sex. I'm happy for you, for dad, for Lori, and for me. I welcome your solution. More than that, I'm passionate about it. I thought my relationship with Lori was the ultimate experience, but sex with you has been even more incredible."

"James you have no idea how happy you make me," said a joyous Kate.

"Do you and I have the same agreement that you and dad had?" James asked.

"We do," agreed Kate. "It doesn't work for either of us without it but I think we'll have to make some adjustments."

"I'm listening," James said.

"First, I'll be sleeping with you in your room from now on," Kate revealed.

"Every night?" James asked.

"Every night," assured Kate. "I'll still spend time with David. He needs some sexual activity as limited as it is and, to be honest, it's quite a lot of fun, but I want to go to sleep with you and wake up with you every day."

"I'll need a larger bed," James observed.

"Already ordered," smiled Kate. "It'll be delivered sometime next week and I've already bought two sets of sheets to fit and larger pillows and blankets."

"I'm blown away," James said. "I'm having trouble getting my arms around it."

"You could try putting your arms around me," suggested Kate.

James moved closer to Kate. They kissed and he put his arms around her. "What about Lori?" he asked. "She still stops by and she expects to have sex with me," James reminded Kate.

"We'll deal with Lori when she stops by," said Kate. Meanwhile, kiss me again."

James and Kate embraced and kissed on the sofa. James pulled Kate's robe from under her and ran his hands up her bare back. "You know," commented James. "This robe doesn't hide much."

"It hides enough," said Kate. "Would you like to see more?"

"I'd like to do a lot more than just see more," confessed James.

Kate got off the sofa and stood in front of James. She smiled as she untied the robe's belt and let the robe fall open. Her breasts stood high on her chest and the robe hung from the stiff nobs of her nipples. James could see glistening drops of fluid clinging to Kate's point of pubic hair. Kate turned around, her robe flaring out as she turned. When she stopped her robe was slightly off her shoulders and her breasts were fully exposed. James struggled with adjusting his erection in his shorts.

Kate slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "Get those clothes off," she told James.

James stood up and started to remove his t-shirt. Kate knelt in front of him and removed his shorts. His erection waved in front of her. "Perfect," she said and wrapped her mouth around his erection. James staggered back and sat on the sofa again. Kate remained in contact with him and ended up in front of the sofa on her knees and between his legs. She feasted on his erection as if she'd never tasted it before.

Kate's oral skills were unmatched and James soon was on the verge of exploding. Before he could warn Kate, he began pulsing thick semen and sperm into her mouth. Kate's eyes opened wide, she choked, tears came to her eyes, and she swallowed defensively. When James' pulsations abated, Kate swallowed one last time and complained, "Next time warn me."

"Nobody warned me," James responded.

"Well," managed Kate. "No harm done. I love the taste of you cuming in my mouth."

Kate climbed onto the sofa, straddled James' legs, and kissed him. "Tastes okay to me too," James said.

"Just okay?" asked Kate with a snicker.

"Yeah. Just okay. It doesn't compare to how you taste," James asserted.

Kate pushed off the sofa. She took his hand and pulled James up next to her and started out of the den. "Where're are we going?" James asked.

"Someplace where you can taste me in comfort," explained Kate.

They ended up in Kate's bedroom. Kate lay on the bed and pulled James between her legs. "Your bedroom?" asked James. "Won't dad have a problem?"

"Nope," said Kate. "I'm sure he's got his own tasting in progress."

"Wait," exclaimed James. "You have to explain that one."

"David is at the club's twice monthly board meeting. There are five members of the board, four men and one woman. The men have been fucking the woman for years," Kate explained.

"How does David manage that?" James asked.

"That's why he's tasting her," laughed Kate. "I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the old men were doing the same."

James pushed Kate's legs open and positioned himself between them. He kissed the inside of Kate's thighs and moved slowly upwards with each kiss. His goal was to prolong the activity and increase Kate's anticipation for as long as he needed to recover. By the time he reached her clitoris with his lips, Kate was deep in the throes of her first orgasm. When he pushed two fingers into her vagina, the intensity of her orgasm doubled. He removed his fingers and kissed her navel as her orgasm subsided. While she relaxed in a blissful after orgasm calm, he moved into position and slid his recovered erection into her until it could go no further.

Kate grabbed his hips and pulled him against her. Her orgasm returned. James waited while she relaxed again and began to reciprocate inside her, slowly increasing the pace. Another orgasm struck Kate. James kept stroking into her. Her orgasm peaked and stayed there. James grabbed her hips and continued pushing against the force of her orgasm. When her vagina clamped tightly around his erection, he erupted inside her. Kate moaned. Her eyes closed and her body went slack under him.

James rolled off Kate, lay alongside her, and held her in his arms. Moments later, Kate opened her eyes, grabbed James' head, and kissed him, open mouth and probing tongue insisting on involvement. "I love that you can do that to me," she said happily.

"I aim to please," answered James.

"That you do," agreed Kate, "and I never have to say 'please.'"

They showered and headed for James' bedroom. The got into the bed together. "It's too early to go to sleep," commented Kate.

"And too soon to do much else," responded James.

"Just hold me and keep me warm," requested Kate.

James wrapped his arms around Kate. She snuggled in next to him with her head on his shoulder. Within minutes, she was asleep. "I could get used to this," thought James as he closed his eyes.

Neither of them woke until dawn was providing a dim light in the room. "Let me go," said Kate. "I have to pee." She got out of the bed. "Come with me," she suggested.

"To watch you pee?" James asked.

"Of course," Kate said. "Think of it as a bonding experience."

"You're nuts," James opined but he followed her into the bathroom.

Kate peed. James watched. "That wasn't so bad," she said as she flushed the toilet. "Your turn," she added.

"You want me to pee?" asked James.

"So I can bond with you,' insisted Kate.

James peed and they went back to bed.

They didn't have to wait long to deal with Lori. She showed up late Sunday afternoon and announced that she was there for the night. Sleeping with James was assumed. Sex with James, however, was immediate. "Where's mom and dad?" she asked James.

"They went out for dinner and then a show at the community theater downtown," James informed her.

Sex with Lori had become rare and renewing their relationship was magical for both of them. They made love for the emotion of it, fucked for the feeling of it, and screwed for the fun of it. They took a break for a late meal and went back to bed. Sometime later, when they were wrapped up in each other and asleep, a naked Kate tiptoed into the bedroom, noticed the crowded bed, crawled up on James from the foot of the bed, and settled down on him with her back against the wall. She reached over James, palmed Lori's breast, and fell asleep herself.

Lori woke with Kate's finger twitching on her nipple in her sleep. It took her a moment to determine who it was. When she recognized Kate, she smiled. She had to pee. She slowly extracted herself from the tangle on the bed and headed for the bathroom. She entered the bathroom and tried to close the door. Kate was in the doorway. "What?" questioned Lori.

"You're going to pee," stated Kate.

"And?"

"I'm going to watch," Kate stated.

"You're going to watch me pee?" asked Lori. "That's bizarre," she opined.

"Think of it as an initiation ritual," explained Kate.

"I have no idea what that means," commented Lori. "But I have to pee. Watch if it turns you on."

"What's going on?" asked James from behind Kate.

"Lori's going to pee," explained Kate.

"Cool. Move over so I can watch," James said.

"Not you too," exclaimed Lori. She sat on the toilet and peed. "Satisfied?" she asked and started for the door.

"Not so fast," said Kate. "I have to pee too," she explained.

"And you want me to watch?" asked Lori.

"You got it right on the first guess," said Kate. She peed. Lori watched.

"Are we done now?" she asked.

"Not quite," said Kate. "James has to pee too,"

"And we have to watch him pee?" asked Lori.

"We do," agreed Kate.

James lifted the toilet seat, peed, and put the seat back down.

"Can we go back to bed now?" asked Lori.

"Lead the way," suggested Kate.

They squeezed into the bed, the women sandwiching James between them. Kate let her hand drift toward James' genitals. Lori's hand was already there. Kate lifted her head to see Lori over James' body. "Is it my turn?" she asked.

"I didn't know we were taking turns," Lori stated.

"I know," suggested Kate. "Let's let James decide."

James wasn't about to insert himself between these two incredible women. He climbed over Lori, took a robe from his closet, put it on, and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" asked Kate.

"I'm moving to the sofa to get some sleep. You ladies work out who's next between you," he told them.

When the door closed, Lori looked at Kate. "This offers some interesting possibilities."

"I like every one of them," commented Kate. "How about you?"