Our Incestuous Threesome Pt. 01

Some words from Jayne.

I have written quite extensively about my relationship with my son when we were both in the UK and since he moved to work in Dubai. It may act as a build up to this episode if you read some of those episodes, although it's not essential to relating to this story, so I leave it up to you whether you do or not.

This story has come out rather longer than most of my other submissions, so I've split it into two parts, but for those of you who like a long read, I submitted them on the same day so you won't have to wait long for part two.

Jayne x

My son Peter's apartment sharer in Dubai had, whilst on vacation back in the States left his job so, his bedroom was available until the US bank they both worked for recruited a replacement. My original visit to see Peter had been scheduled to last ten days, but that changed when he got this very welcome news as it meant that we could now live just like the married couple that he'd told me he would like us to be.

Sex with my son had begun a year or so before my visit to Dubai. In fact, it started physically the night I kicked my husband out when I found out that he'd again been cheating on me in a serious way, this time with a twenty-something bimbo who worked for him. Peter had comforted me as I cried and that led to him holding me in his arms and us kissing. That had resulted in us fondling each other and, although little more had occurred that evening, it wasn't long before it had and then, over the next year, as I waited for the divorce to come through, it became more intense leading to us masturbating each other several times.

That evening when I kicked my husband Kevin out had been the start of our Peter's and my physical relationship, but not our emotional one. That had started some two years, or so, earlier, although the precise time when a mother's feelings for her son change from being purely maternal to being womanly and sexual is impossible to pinpoint. Looking back, as I did so often in those early days of our sexual intimacy, I realised that Peter had become a far more significant feature in my life as my marriage was going tits up and Kevin was featuring less and less in it. That significance had expressed itself by us slowly becoming closer, wanting to be together more often, being more 'touchy feely,' holding each other's gazes, talking more intimately and using double entendres. It had taken the massive jolt of Kevin and I parting to move the relationship forward into the realms of sexual involvement.

Despite Peter and I going further and further with our sexual explorations and after a couple of months being naked together and having sessions where we masturbated each other, I had drawn the line at that. Until I had got to Dubai I had, rather illogically maybe, resisted us going all the way. However, as I feared, or hoped, that changed after living with him in his apartment for a few days. As we were making out on his couch one evening, I sat up, pulled away from him and said, "Oh Peter, don't you see?" as I fiddled my boobs back into my bra, pulled my dress up covering my breasts, but left the buttons up the front undone.

"See what Jay, we both want each other so where's the problem?" he'd replied

"What happens after, that's the problem darling, don't you see that?" I blurted out suddenly wondering if he looked at me more as a one off, a bit on the side, a quick fuck and move on, or even like one-night stand!

"What do you mean?"

I could hardly believe that such an intelligent guy could be so lacking in emotional intelligence, "So what do you want, or think will happen after we do it?" I asked referring back to his request to let him have me, despite it being a condition of me coming out to stay with him that he wouldn't ask me to let him go all the way with me.

"I don't know mum."

"A quick fuck or two while I am out here then, that's it? Is that what you want from me?" I said frostily.

"Oh God no, I see what you mean I am so thick. I have thought about it and really I don't know, but as far as it would be feasible I want us to live as man and wife."

"Really darling, do you really mean that?" I asked feeling thrilled and excited, but knowing it was nigh on impossible, somewhat disappointed as well.

"I think so yes, but what about you?"

"I have thought about it so much and I don't see how it could work for me at least let alone you in the bank. And as for Sara and Kevin and the rest of the family knowing doesn't bear thinking about, so I think it's best to not start anything"

"What do you mean not start anything, we've already started haven't we?" he said pointedly looking at what he could see of my breasts through the open front of my dress that I went to button up, but he stopped.

"You know what I mean, we've been through it a million times on the phone and by email and Whatsapp and since I've been here."

"But Jay, we can't unstop all we've done so far, even what we're doing now, can we? And I bet, no, I know you don't want to."

"I just don't know."

"These last few days have been agonising for me."

"Why?"

"Having you here, being so close."

"And for me, oh Peter."

"Mum what?"

"I don't know."

"What shall we do?"

All those years of being his mother and leading and teaching him seemed to vanish as he began to assume the leading role as I wimped, "I don't know, I am so scared."

The banker in Peter emerged, "Look, let's be grown up about this."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's both go into our rooms and think about this and the ramifications. Then come back here in five minutes, either naked saying, yes let's make love or dressed saying we shouldn't and then we never talk about it again, ok?"

I pondered for a moment or two then looking into his eyes whispered. "Yes ok." In my bedroom I was shaking with joy and fear. Now that the time was nigh, that the unthinkable could happen, that Peter and I might make love I was scared. All the doubts and misgivings, the fear and guilt were starting to overwhelm me. I tried thinking it through. What would happen if we did and if we didn't? But of course, I got nowhere as there really was nowhere to get. I ran through everything in my mind, balancing the pluses and the negatives but when Peter called out to see if I was ready I was no nearer my final decision than when I had come into the bedroom and removed my dress. Looking at myself in the mirror, I made a decision. I reached behind my back, unclipped my bra and watched as my breasts sagged just a little as the support was removed.

God how I wanted him to see my breasts and caress and love them as I fondled him and touched, held, kissed and licked his gorgeous cock. And yes, all those many times I'd imagined that feeling of it going up me and him fucking me with long, deep thrusts into the uppermost reaches of the female parts of my body until it spurted its spunk into me. But the 'what then' the 'what's the aftermath' and the 'where do we go from there' questions had always to date taken over along with 'how could I ever tell my daughter that her mother and brother were lovers?'

"One second," I called back checking my appearance in the mirror not being sure whether I was pleased or annoyed that my nipples were as hard as bullets. Opening the door and walking into the sitting room, I nearly fainted when I saw him. He was naked, magnificently erect with his cock stretched rampantly up his flat stomach, which was like a beacon beckoning me.

As our gazes met he raised his eyebrows as he saw that I was not naked. We simply stared at each other for a few moments. I could tell that he was trying to work out the message I was endeavouring to transmit to him by keeping my knickers and heels on. But now, seeing him in all his majestic, rampant, nakedness that message went by the way and, smiling at him, I slipped my hands into the elastic waist of my knickers and pushed them down and off to stand naked before him and thus, revise the message from, 'I am not sure about this' to, 'I am ready to make love to you.'

"Oh Jay," he groaned as he took me into his arms and we kissed.

"Oh Peter," I whispered back revelling in the feeling of our bodies being in contact from our lips to our toes. I couldn't resist slightly squirming against his erection that was pressed into my stomach from my pubic bone to my navel and I kissed him fervently.

"Why did you keep your panties on?"

"I wasn't sure."

"So why take the rest off?"

"I don't know I guess I was saying let's make love but maybe not go all the way."

"So, what made you take them off?"

"This," I whispered running my hand down between us and taking hold of his cock.

Kissing me as he smiled he said. "So, it's just lust after all?"

"Oh, darling if only I could explain how and what I feel and yes of course part of it is lust, but it is much, much more."

"I know mum and I feel the same."

We kissed again, deep, long and passionately with lots of tongue involvement and sucking each other's lips until he whispered, "Come to bed Jay, let me make total love to you." Then we went to his room, lay on his bed and quite simply did exactly what he'd said we'd do, we made total love to each other. So easy, simple and straightforward to say, but so much, more than that to do. So many emotions, feelings and sensations. So many physical reactions and wonderfully for me so many orgasms, "Should I wear something?" he asked as he cradled me in his arms after making wonderful oral love to my breasts and nipples and stimulating my clit and the lips of my pussy. That and me stroking his glorious prick and licking and kissing it were the extent of our foreplay, we didn't need more, we were ready for sex and little further arousal was needed.

"No, there's no need darling I am probably past conceiving and I am on the pill," I told him as he pressed the bulbous head of his lovely cock against my sodden lips, "Just make love to me Peter, just do that now."

"Oh god mum, yes, oh fucking yes," he groaned as at last we consummated our incestuous relationship when his cock slid up my fully lubricated cunt giving me all the sensations and emotions I had been fantasising about for so long.

The fuck was like nothing I had ever experienced. That wasn't due to Peter's lovemaking skills, although they were fine, nor to the way that I led and responded to him. It wasn't due to anything physical at as it was mostly emotional for both of us. And without doubt it was the most emotional experience I had ever had and probably, I thought as Peter started to thrust inside me, the most sexually emotional a mother could have, it was simply sublime! But it wasn't just the fact that my son was inside me and was making love to me it was so much, much more than that and there were so many sensations and feelings. Of course, there was that magical feeling of a new lover's cock sliding up inside me. There was also that sensational feeling of holding 'my baby.' He was in my arms again, but this time on top of me and going into the place from which he'd come originally. Feeling the smooth strength as my hands wandered up and down his back was magical. And then having him slowly thrusting his hardness into me stimulating all those ultra-sensitive places deep inside a woman as well as those around her labia and clit, took me to new heights of sexual delight. I think that I had known beforehand that it wouldn't be a fuck. Being fucked by him, having a fuck and us fucking were not the right terms or descriptions for what we did. They were far too basic, almost crude and incorrect for what he and I did was make love, deep, long lasting, intense and wonderful love.

He made me cum very quickly. Clinging to him with my eyes tightly closed and mouth wide open as I gasped for air, I was babbling nonsensical things into his ear as my mind and body exploded with my first incestuous intercourse orgasm. I couldn't help it, my emotions simply overflowed and the tears ran down my cheeks, "Oh mum, oh Jay please don't cry. please stop, be happy."

"Oh, I am darling they are tears of joy not anything else," I moaned feeling so happy as we stayed still for a few moments taking in the enormity of what we were doing. Then, he started moving again and I knew we were moving towards the end. His thrusts became deeper and faster and soon he was at the point of no return and he stayed still his cock rigid as far up me as he could get it. I had been there for some time as he had the knack, or was it just how things went, of taking me up almost to the explosion of an orgasm and just holding me there before I heard, "I'm cumming. Oh Jay, oh mum oh fuck yes," he groaned as I had that lovely feeling of his cum bursting into me, seeming to fill me up to overflowing.

"Yes, come on baby cum for me," I croaked adding without thinking, "Cum for mummy."

Then we slept, naked in each other's arms making me wonder if that's how things might be for ever!

"They take a bloody age to recruit analysts like him," he had told me earlier the next day.

"Come on mum, don't be shy, admit it and also that you check Matt out, I've seen you two eyeing each other up." We were now talking about another of Peter's work colleagues, Matt a Welsh guy who'd been at a dinner with us and a few others the night before and who I'd met a couple of other time when I visited Peter at work.

"Well I wouldn't blame you mum as he is quite tasty."

"Really love, you think so and find him attractive?"

"Yes and he scores with so many girls, including a few of the older birds, the expat wives."

"What older like me?" I grinned as I watched Peter's gaze roam up and down my body in the yellow bikini, which covered very little, but enough not to offend the UAE's decency laws that, as far as I could tell and Peter confirmed it, were rarely enforced.

"Older, but none like you Jay," he said ogling me as he did really too often and too obviously in public making me wonder if any pf his work colleagues and fellow residents of the apartment block suspected anything about us. Inevitably, as now active and frequent lovers, we'd developed a completely different way of relating to each other. It was relaxed and open with lots of 'touchy feely' and eye contact together with the sort of intimate exchanges that belied a mother and son relationship. This was to the extent that I was worried that when we were with others they might 'smell a rat' about our relationship.

"Yes go on turn on your bullshit," I said sitting up and taking a swig of beer from the bottle.

"No BS mum, I mean it, all the guys fancy you, I've told, including Matt."

"Come on be sensible."

"I am being sensible, he'd like to take you out or more likely take you into his apartment."

"I don't think that's a very good idea?"

"No, why not you? You obviously like us younger guys."

"Why say that?"

"Well me, us."

"That's different, isn't it, you're my son?"

"Yes, but putting that to one side, you do like what I offer as a young man don't you, as you've told me, several times?" he said with a grin. He was clearly referring to some of the frequent pillow talk we'd had after sex when I'd told him that I loved his stamina, recovery powers and ability to make love to me as often as I wanted, which I'd told him his dad and a couple of older guys I'd dated since the divorce couldn't do.

We chatted on like that for some time and I admitted that I found Matt attractive causing Peter to ask if I fancied him, which I denied, but he persisted and I agreed that in a situation where nobody who knows me could find out I might go on a date with him. I also told him that from the way he was talking about Matt it sounded as if he fancied him to which he didn't respond other than to hold my gaze and raise his eyebrows. Our relationship had strayed so far from mother and son that he felt able to say to me, "And would you let him fuck you Jay?" I'd tried to avoid answering that, but he persisted so I gave in and said that I probably would. As we finished one bottle of wine and he opened another we continued chatting in that vein until he said, "Tell you what let's have dinner with him."

"What alone or with a partner?"

"Alone, as with you there he wouldn't need a partner would he?" he said as another couple came and sat on beds near to us thus ending our conversation. Later in the apartment I asked him what he meant by that remark and he just shrugged it off and said, "It'd look like the ultimate threesome, older woman and two young men."

I tried getting Peter to tell me more about what he was thinking, but all he'd say were things like, 'You'll love it being with two young men mum and if you think I've got stamina and you like that, just imagine what two of would be like?' I didn't really have time to contemplate that as Peter took me into his arms, kissed me and within a short time we were on his bed.

A couple of days later a team from the bank including him and Matt had to go to Abu Dhabi for a few days and I was alone, which was quite pleasant and restful and I certainly got more sleep.

Almost as soon as Peter got back two days later at around eleven in the evening, we had sex. The first time was quick with me standing up bent over a table and him taking me from behind almost fully dressed. After that in bed we did it again more leisurely and then chatted both about his trip and, as usual, sex. We'd both hinted at having had same sex experiences and I asked him about Matt. He told me that he'd thought about it and if they had shared a room in AD something might have happened, but they didn't and nothing had. Then he dropped the bombshell when he told me that Matt had guessed about us.

"Guessed what?" I said pulling back from him so I could see his face.

"That we're having sex," he shocked me by saying.

"You didn't confirm it did you?" I asked feeling alarmed and rather horrified.

"No, well not exactly."

"What's that mean?" I said now feeling angry as well, despite having the delicious feel of his semi hard cock against my thigh. He went on to explain that he'd left things hanging, though Matt had told him he could tell from the way we were with each other that our relationship was more than mother and son and was sexual, "Fuck Peter you didn't let him continue believing that did you?" I asked.

"Well I couldn't stop him, how could I?"

"You could have told him that it isn't true and that we aren't."

"Aren't what?" he rather annoyingly asked as I sat up and leaned back against the headboard with the thin duvet around my waist causing him to even more annoyingly say, "Wow your tits look fantastic like that, let me have a suck."

"Stop it, this is serious."

"What is, your tits hanging down like that or me wanting to suck them?"

"Don't be daft, Matt thinking that about us and you bloodywell confirming it."

"I didn't confirm it, just left it hanging, I'm sure others who've met you think the same."

"Oh fuck Peter," I said getting out of bed.

"What are you doing?"

"Packing, I'm going home tomorrow."

"Don't be daft."

"It's not daft, I can't stay here with a guy you work with knowing that we're lovers."

"If you run away like that it'll only make it worse and he might tell others."

"If he hasn't already," I shouted.

"He swears he hasn't and won't."

"So you did confirm it?"

"Well not in so many words."

"What then?"

"We were quite pissed and I told him about the conversation we had about him."

"Which one?"

"When you said you fancied him and would have sex with him."

"I didn't say I fancied him, but that in some circumstances I could."

"And about having sex with him?"

"Also in some circumstances and surely you didn't tell him that did you?"

"Sorry mum but I was fairly pissed when we were talking about it."

"That's as maybe but you shouldn't have said anything like that. For god's sake what's he thinking now."

"Probably that he wants to fuck you even more."

"More? More than what?"

"More than he already does it was that which brought up the you and me."

"How?"

"Him asking what I'd think about him asking you out, it just escalated from there."

"And just where did it escalate to?"

"Us talking about the three of us together."

"What in a threesome?" I gasped surprising myself by feeling a surge of arousal.

"Well not in so many words, but us having dinner together and seeing what happens. After all you do fancy him don't you?"

I could hardly believe what was happening. There was I standing naked beside my son's bed with some of his sperm sliding down my thighs with him, equally naked and still semi-erect again lying in it, as we talked about me having sex with his work colleague. What made it all the more unbelievable was that I was getting a thrill from the thought. And to top it all Peter then reached out for me, pulled me back onto the bed and slid into me saying just before our mutual orgasm, "Just think mum, this could be Matt fucking you."

What had sounded sort of okay at the time, which was just after Peter and I had made love, turned into a totally different proposition in the cold light of the next morning after he had left for work. Okay, I acknowledged, my views on sex generally had changed since Peter and I had become closer than society decreed how mothers and sons should be. I guessed that it had been changing almost from the first time we did anything and with the mutual masturbating back in the UK, but that it had accelerated since we'd been having full, penetrative sex. But alone, sitting by the pool, I was thinking in a more logical way than I had the previous night when I was naked in his arms in a post-orgasmic state talking about a three-way date with Matt.

The truth of the situation with Matt was that from the first time I saw him I was attracted to him and could see that he fancied me. However, my attraction to him was purely visual and I hadn't for one moment thought about or speculated on anything more happening between us. As far as I was concerned having come this far with intra-family sex I had no wish to complicate things further by including anyone else in my very closely knit sexual circle. Until Peter had told me that Matt would like to date me and, as he had added rather crudely for a son to mother statement, 'fuck me as well,' anything more with Matt than a visual attraction hadn't really entered my mind. However, Peter had kept referring to it, albeit mostly in an oblique way, and we had several conversations revolving around Matt and me. The main theme that Peter used was if I went out with him and made it look as if he and I were a number, it would divert any suspicions people might have about him and me. "For fuck's sake ma, I dread to think what they'd do to us if they found out we'd been shagging," he'd said in one conversation. Then in another as he turned the heat up on me to go out with Matt he told me, "And if you let him fuck you then we'd be in the clear." I didn't ask how he imagined anyone including the authorities would find that out.

After mulling over my now totally confused sex life for hours, I determined to straighten myself out and not allow Peter to talk me into such deviant things as a threesome with Matt or, even going on a sexual date with him. So, when he got home that evening, I tried broaching the subject with him, but before I could he said, "Come on mum get your glad rags on we're off Nobu."

"What, when?"

"Now, we're eating early as that was the only time I could get a table for three."

"Three?"

"Yes us and Matt, what we talked about?"

I tried stopping his enthusiasm and talking him out of it, but it was hopeless, so I reconciled myself to the evening that I was somewhat disappointed to realise, part of me was looking forward to.

After showering and being in my bedroom where all my clothes were kept as Peter said, 'just in case' I had difficulty deciding what to wear. As I had only expected to be here ten days or so I hadn't brought that much with me and Peter had seen most of my outfits. Hence, I chose a fairly flared, white skirt with the hem a few inches above my knees and a pale pink, silk blouse that buttoned right up the front, but wasn't too tight across my bust, which was my effort to tone down the sexual signals my thirty-six- inch D cups give out and which I'd seen Matt sizing up several times. I would have preferred a less tight across my hips skirt as looking over my shoulder I saw how my bum was so on show, but there was nothing I could do about that other than change the bikini style panties, which I did for a thong to hide any VPLs.

The dinner was embarrassing, but also exciting. It was a strange thing to be looking at and sitting next to a good-looking guy who my son had told that I fancied him. It was even stranger knowing that he'd also been told that I would date and have sex with him as long as nobody else knew. The strangest, most embarrassing, but exciting thing, though, was that Peter had told Matt that maybe a threesome could happen. So, being with the two of them in a quite noisy restaurant where Matt made it plain that he was interested in me and Peter did nothing to deter him, made for a unique experience. I knew that since I'd been in Dubai living as my son's lover, my attitude towards sex generally had changed. I felt younger, more open and, I guess freer, I suppose. I was seeing it more as a fun thing than the near religiously, ceremonial event I had viewed it as for most of my life. But then, when a middle-aged, divorced woman is having a vibrant, full-on, sexual affair with her son I suppose she needs a more enlightened view on sex than that normally held by women of her age.

After the dinner, which we had early eight at six-thirty, we went back to Matt's place, for drinks. Being a permanent employee of the bank as opposed to being on a fixed term contract like Peter, Matt didn't have accommodation provided as part of his employment package and he was buying his own apartment quite close to Peter's, though in a more prestigious block, where he lived alone.

It wasn't a heavy session, just some wine, but the atmosphere was laden with sexual undertones and it took hardly any time for the subject of Matt and me dating to be brought up.

"With the, er, um, er situation between you two," Matt said hesitantly, "It could be a good cover if we were seen around town together, maybe at a couple of brunches on Friday perhaps."

"You think we need one?" I asked.

"Well if you stay out here any time you'll need one," he told me.

"I've got a three-month visitor's visa, isn't that good?" I asked getting more nervous as the conversation went on.

"Yes of course in some ways, but not as far as well you know what I mean Jayne," he said looking from me to Peter and then back again as he added, "And remember you two are living together in a small apartment aren't you?"

"Well hardly living together," I replied, "I'm just a mother visiting her son on a vacation."

"Really, just that is it guys?" he came back with clearly knowing that we were a lot more than that. Peter and I didn't comment but the look we gave each other probably raised Matt's suspicions as he attempted to confirm what Peter had told him on their drunken evening in Abu Dhabi.

Peter, took over by saying, "Well that's rather personal Matt."

"Pete, it wasn't too personal in AD so why is it now?" he asked as they completely ignored me.

"Well it's obvious Matt, don't be so obtuse please."

"I'm not so please tell me," Matt persisted.

"For fuck's sake man it's bloody obvious, isn't it?"

"No, well not to me it isn't."

"Bloody hell you analyst geeks know nothing about people do you? You're all just bloody numbers and data, aren't you?"

"No not at all, we can be very into people as well," he said coming and sitting beside me on the long couch and saying, "Well you did say you'd date me, if nobody found out didn't you?"

"Well, yes, but that was purely hypothetical, I was talking more as if we were in the UK."

"But we're not are we Jayne, we're in Dubai where younger guys date older women all the time, you see them at the Friday brunches."

"But we're not a brunch now are we?"

"No but we could imagine we'd just been to one."

"What do you mean?"

"Like on a date Jayne and we've come back to my place after it still as part of the date, get what I mean?"

I could see where this was going and was completely torn as to whether I should try and put an end to it or go with the flow. That6 was taken out of my hands, though, when Matt said to Peter, "May I Pete?" as he put his arm around my shoulders causing me to say.

"It's me you should ask not him, you know," I said looking at him from close up and smelling his delicate aftershave.

"So, may I ma'am?" he asked smiling.

"I'm not sure it's a very good idea Matt," I said in as serious a tone as I could muster for deep down, part of me thought that it was a very good idea indeed.

We continued chatting for a while before Peter went to the toilet and Matt went to the kitchen. Left alone, I had a moment of doubt and almost ran after them to say I was leaving and had changed my mind, but it was too late. I was committed, it was on and was going to happen. I was going to do what I never thought I would do and what I would never have imagined an older, middle-aged woman would do with her son and his friend with who she had no romantic connection whatsoever. I needed time to get my thoughts together, to emotionally prepare myself for which I knew I was physically ready. My heart was pounding, my pulses were racing, my nipples, I knew, would be rock hard, my breasts felt so full and heavy and my whole body was tingling. They both returned at the same time that made me wonder if they had been colluding about what they would do next. Matt had a second bottle of wine, our third of the evening, and refilled our glasses. Peter came and sat very closely beside me so that our arms, hips and upper legs were touching whilst Matt perched himself on the coffee table in front of the couch and opposite me.

"Now, now Matt no looking up mum's skirt," Peter said making me look down to check it hadn't ridden up. Thankfully it hadn't gone too far up, although I was showing a good nine inches or so of my legs, so I went to wriggle it down.

"Now see what you've done you bloody spoilsport?" Matt said.

"You shouldn't be looking," I chipped in.

"Yes come on mum, you must know how that skirt rides up, isn't that why you wore it?" Peter said laughing.

"Now, now, don't be silly mum," Matt muttered smiling.

"Not so much of the mum, having one son's enough," I said smiling.

"Yes that would be something wouldn't it if we were both your sons?" Matt said sliding along the table so that his knees were almost touching mine. I looked at him and raised my eyebrows that he took to be me asking a question and he replied, "It's a much better view from here," as he very pointedly stared at my legs and looked up my skirt.

Peter, obviously seeing where Matt was looking, rather unhelpfully chimed in with, "Be better if you opened them mum." I could hardly believe what Matt was so obviously doing and what Peter had said nor, I was almost distraught to realise, that I was actually thinking of doing that.

"Don't be silly, the pair of you stop it. You're being ridiculous," I muttered looking down and seeing that the hem of the skirt was now higher up my legs than it had been before I wriggled it down a few minutes ago.

"It's not ridiculous Jayne," Matt murmured, "In fact I think it's a bloody good idea don't you Pete?"

"Yes, of course it is, come on Jay, please."

"No don't be daft, I can't do that?"

"Do what?" Matt asked.

"Yes Peter, what is it you think I should do?"

"It's not worth asking him Jayne, after all he's seen what up there hasn't he?" I didn't reply to that so Matt went on looking at Peter, "Haven't you Pete, gonna tell me what it's like?"

"Mmmmm it's wonderful, heavenly really."

"Now stoppit, that's enough," I snapped, but obviously not forcibly enough as they pretty much ignored me and Peter put his hand on my knee just by the hem of the white skirt.

"Mum, Jay darling, it's not enough, please."

I looked right at him and as sternly as I could make it said, "Peter please let's stop this, it's crazy."

"Mum it's not crazy we both love you and want you."

"No, no, no you can't, we can't."

"But mum we can and I know deep down you want to," he said surprisingly coolly.

"I want to what?" I gasped almost beside myself with a combination of embarrassment, confusion and excitement, but deep down knowing exactly what they wanted and what was going to follow

Leaning forward so our faces were almost touching and looking right into my eyes he said calmly and slowly, "Let's pull that sexy little skirt up so that Matt can see you up it," He then stopped and there was a silence as they looked at me and I looked from one to the other. My immediate thought was to tell them to fuck off, but as I felt the exhibitionist streak in me rearing its head that thought was also tinged with an urge to do it. It was the same feelings I'd had when I had posed for my ex in explicit poses and when I'd taken selfies for Peter when he first came to Dubai and I was back in the UK. It was making me want to show myself off to them, to have them thrill to what they saw and to flatter me, vain woman that I can be. And Peter knew just how to play me. "Jay we talked about this so come on."

"We didn't talk about me doing that."

"No, but we did about you going out with Matt and the three of us having sex didn't we?" he said putting me in such a difficult position, so I didn't reply and he went on, "Just after we'd fucked the other night, remember?"

"Shush, Peter, you said never to mention that."

"What? Not mention what?"

"Us what we do and oh God you know."

"You mean not to mention that we have sex and that you love being fucked by your son, is that what you mean mother?" he said slowly, quietly and really rather cruelly in some ways, but also excitingly in others.

"Yes, yes Pete I do mean exactly that," I whimpered, "Not to mention it to anyone."

"Don't worry love, Matt knows about us and he's totally cool about it, aren't you Matt?"

"Yes, very, very cool about you and Jay and, actually about me taking her on a date, on this date, right?"

"No we couldn't do that." I blurted out.

"Well we do and have mum so you could with Matt, just as you could do the other things that we do"

"What do you mean, other things?" I stammered feeling about equally confused as I was excited.

"Mum you know full well what I mean about the other things we do."

"Peter please," I pleaded looking from him to Matt and back again.

"Please what Jay?"

"Don't talk about that, please stop."

"Why Jay, we both know what we've been doing and Matt knows as well and you want to carry on with it as much as I do...........," he said pausing, "And as much as Matt does, right Matt?"

"Right Pete."

"And what is that Matt?" Peter said looking more at me as he said it then at Matt who I saw was still looking up my skirt at my bare legs, which I suddenly realised I was enjoying and I didn't push my skirt down as had come into my mind when I'd seen how far it was up my legs.

"Never mind that right now," Peter said slipping his arm around me, pulling my face closer to his and kissing me. At first I started to resist, not because I didn't want to kiss him, but more because it didn't feel right in front of Matt who was so close and obviously staring at us. Nevertheless, I quickly relaxed into the kiss and responded by slipping my arms around his neck, opening my mouth and welcoming his tongue to press against mine. As we kissed I knew that Matt would be seeing almost all the way up my skirt and that excited me and made me wonder if it was the start of the three-way sex Peter had 'threatened' me with?