Grave Consequences

I was travelling home from work. All of the seats on the train were full. A number of us were stood in the aisles. One woman, was stood a lot closer to me than was strictly necessary. As the train pulled in to stations she would bump in to me. The same would happen as the carriage crossed sets of points. Her groin frequently made contact with my bum. I'm open minded, was she trying to get herself off? Or just to get my attention. I glanced at her a few times. She seemed not to think anything of it. It felt slightly strange having another woman that close to me. She looked vaguely familiar but then that could be said of a lot of the passengers, on these commuter trains. The same people tended to catch the same train, on the way to and from work, every day.

As we reached my stop, the two of us walked down the carriage, to reach the nearest exit door. She strode off, in the direction I would be going. Only two of us had alighted at the station. I could see her, about thirty yards in front of me, walking quite fast. The station is quite a way out of the village. Getting close to the first group of houses, the woman went through the gate and in to the churchyard. Curious, I followed, keeping my distance. Fairly easy not to be seen or heard. There were numerous headstones between us and the grass deadened the sound of my footsteps. Reaching one grave, there was another woman waiting for her. She looked similar, younger. A daughter? I presumed that they were there to pay their respects. I was about to turn and leave, when events took an unexpected turn.

The woman I had been following, hitched up her skirt, her bare bottom was exposed to the world. I was shocked, she squatted and pissed copiously all over the grave. More surprised still, when the younger woman did the same. As she stood up, she said something to the older woman, who stared directly at me. I froze, feet glued to the spot. My mum would sometimes use the toilet, while I was in the bath, when I lived at home. I would do the same. No idea what dad did. Probably best not to think about that. I had never seen anyone else do it. Now I had seen two strangers. What's more, they had done it on a grave. Was this classed as desecration?

The two of them walked towards me. I turned and began to walk quickly towards the gate.

"Wait... please."

It was the older woman. I stood and waited for the two of them to catch me up.

"Sorry if that upset you. That's my first husband's grave. It would have been his birthday today. We come here to pay him our respects."

"A funny way to do that." I said.

"He turned into a horrible man, when he drank. That's what killed him. Neither of us had any feelings for him, in the end."

"Can I ask, what that was all about, on the train?"

"You got me there. Your bum looks amazing in those tight trousers. No panty line. Nice and soft, I just couldn't help it."

"I suppose I should be flattered. You should know, I'm not gay"

"Neither are we. It doesn't stop both of us being drawn to attractive people. Sorry, we should have introduced ourselves. I'm Sharon and this my daughter Victoria."

"Clare."

"Do you want to come for a drink? We usually go to the pub, to celebrate, as that is where he spent most of his time."

"Why not."

The pub is only about fifty yards from the church. That seems to be the way of things in rural villages. Sharon bought three pints at the bar. I like real ale but usually only drink half pints. This was part of their ritual. As we drank, Sharon told me about her husband. He was considerably older than her. Things had started off quite well when they married. Both working, he had a good job, they bought a house and started a family. Ten years on, he had started drinking. Right where we were sat, as it turned out. Once he started, he didn't stop. His alcoholism meant he lost his job and his health suffered. His temper shortened. Victoria was witness to things, no daughter should have to see. He would force himself on Sharon, while their daughter was watching, being told,

"Stay there and see what a real man is like."

He would even take his cock out and wank, while she was watching TV. I can see why they did what they did in the churchyard.

"I presume things are better now?"

"Yes, much. I'm remarried. The one decent thing Eric did, was have good life insurance. Our house is paid off and there was a bit of money left over. Jason is great, much nicer, kinder and much more gentle. We have a lot of fun."

"I guess that means rubbing your fanny on my arse."

"Sorry about that. I just got a feeling...... You didn't complain."

"I thought at first it was accidental. It wasn't doing me any harm, so what the hell."

She just smiled, went to the bar and returned carrying a tray. Three more pints. I don't drink that much. Probably the alcohol content, just not that volume. She had paid for it, so I thanked her and carried on drinking. We finished up. I told them I was going to the toilet.

"Come back to the churchyard with us."

Two pints in short order, my head was a bit fuzzy. Why not, was my muddle headed response. We got up, took the empty glasses and placed them on top of the bar and left. I was bursting. It's hard walking in that condition. Good job it wasn't far. The grave was at the back of the plot. I supposed they filled up the ones near the church first. I wriggled my trousers down, squatted and pulled my thong aside. Holy shit. That is one of life's great feelings, like taking off your bra, or kicking off your shoes, when you have been on your feet for hours. The flow just kept going. Sharon and Victoria were doing the same. I tried not to look but they were staring at me, from across the grave. Both of their skirts hitched up, knowing what they were going to do, no underwear. Victoria was shaved and had a ring through her clit hood. That seems to be a fashion with younger women. Sharon had a Brazilian about half an inch wide and a couple of inches long. I'm not dissimilar to her but mine is waxed to about an inch and a half wide and the same two inches long.

"I was right. No VPL with that thong." Sharon said.

I stood up and grappled my trousers back up.

"I'd better get going."

"Back to hubby?"

"God no. I'm single. I've got dinner in my slow cooker."

I left the two of them looking down at the grave, wet stripes across the coloured gravel. What a weird encounter. I'd never even taken a pee outside before. I felt quite ashamed of what I had done.

A few days later, I had been working a little late and would have to catch the train after my usual one. Funny isn't it that people who commute, stand in the same spot on the platform and get in the same train carriage every day. In my usual spot was Sharon. I walked up behind her and said hello. She almost jumped out of her skin.

"Sorry if I startled you. Working late?"

"No, just a bit of shopping after work."

The later train is always quieter than the one when everyone has just finished work. We found that most of the carriage was empty. We sat opposite each other across the table. Time to chat about normal everyday stuff, rather than her unpleasant memories. It transpired that we had been travelling on the same train for ages. Possibly even in the same carriage. She had actually been watching me for a few weeks, after noticing me standing one day. It appeared that she liked the shape of my bum.

"I don't usually grind my pussy on stranger's arses. Just like we only pee in the graveyard, once a year. In case you were wondering."

"It's OK, I was just a bit surprised. Did you get the kick you were after."

"Enough of a thrill. I did wonder if you would turn round and hit me."

"I've never hit anyone."

"You said you didn't have a husband. A boyfriend?"

"No. I've had a couple of relationships but they both lived as far the other side of town as we do, this side. The travelling was a bind. I think the only single bloke in the village is the vicar."

"I'm not sure he would date either of us, if he knew what we did in his churchyard. Besides, he must be seventy years old."

I was starting to feel a bit more relaxed around her. We swapped addresses and phone numbers. As we left the train and the station, I made sure to walk in front of her, giving her the view she was after. She skipped a bit to walk alongside me.

"Get a good view?"

"Better than good. Do you want to come over for something to eat at the weekend? Come and meet Jason."

We arranged that I would go and eat dinner with them on Saturday evening. I didn't see her on the train again that week. I was careful in selecting my clothes on Saturday. I'm not sure why or what I expected from it but I put on a pair of pale grey leggings. They did their best to show off my legs and bottom. A fairly loose fitting blouse on my top. I took a couple of bottles of wine with me, one red, one white, not knowing what we would be eating.

I arrived at her house at around 6.30. Not dissimilar to mine. A lot of houses in the village look alike. Sharon answered the door and showed me inside. I handed over the wine and sat in a spare chair. I was introduced to Jason. I began to think my leggings weren't such a good idea. My instantly visible cameltoe, on full display. A miscalculation? A result of me wanting to show off my bum to Sharon. I'd totally disregarded Jason. I'm actually quite proud of my body. I will thank mum for that. She and I look pretty similar. Nicely rounded, in all of the right places. Too late to do anything about it now. I'd just try to sit in a way to mask the view of my pussy from Jason.

Sharon is slimmer than me, a few grey hairs in her short dark hair, a few wrinkles around her eyes. Jason looked to be roughly the same age as the two of us. I'm 36 and I'd found out that Sharon was 39. He's a fair bit taller than both of us, with sandy brown hair and a nice smile.

Sharon had been to the kitchen and returned carrying three glasses. She pulled out a corkscrew from her pocket and handed it to Jason. He poured out three glasses of red.

"Cheers!"

The food was great. Always nice not to have to cook. When you live on your own, it can be a bit of a chore. Another glass of wine after dinner. I posed a question.

"Sharon, have you said anything about the train?"

"And the graveyard."

"In case you are curious, I'm alright with it. If you don't mind me saying, wearing things like that, I can see why she did it." Jason said.

The drink continued to flow. As they say, alcohol is a great way of removing inhibitions. From what I had seen, Sharon didn't need booze for that. I'd even started to change the way I was sitting. I presumed that sat opposite me on the sofa, they had a reasonable view of my pussy. Even though it was thinly covered with the flexible material. Although it wasn't explicitly expressed, I got a distinct feeling that both of them were interested in me. Had they ever brought anyone else into their relationship? Was it just my imagination running wild, fuelled by too much wine?

At the end off the evening, I thanked them for the food and conversation. As I was leaving, she stroked my bum. As I walked back home, I had a lot to consider. Did I find what Sharon had done uncomfortable? Not really. It actually felt quite nice.

That night my sleep was disturbed rather than deep. Thoughts or a dream, I was unable to tell. I was ascending a staircase, at the top a slightly open door. Jason's tight looking buttocks were rising and falling. Sharon was emitting erotic sounds and oaths. Jason was keeping up his efforts. Looking at the pillow, the recipient of his vigorous fucking, was now my mother. She was stifling sounds of her obvious enjoyment. I shook my head. Mum reached a second orgasm. Looking up, I now saw my dad thrusting into her hard and fast. His buttocks tightened, a strained look on his face. He let out a series of loud grunts. Was this really a dream, or a memory, of seeing my parents enjoying a vigorous fuck? I woke sweating. It was just after 3am.

My pussy was wet. I needed some relief. I hadn't had sex in nearly nine months. I'd last masturbated, after pissing in the graveyard. Thinking back, the stimulus for my orgasm had been, the streams of pee coming from Sharon and Victoria. Was it the urine or the look of their pussies? I'd never considered it, when listening to and watching mum on the toilet. In addition, my pussy had got moist thinking about my parents having sex. Whatever the stimulus, I began stroking my labia, I was really wet. No need for prolonged stimulation, it sometimes takes me a while. Both hands in play, two fingers fucking myself as my right hand went to work on my clit. When I came, it was incredibly intense. Not only that, I didn't stop. A few minutes later, another one.

"Aaaaaah!"

That second one, sent a wave of guilt through my brain as I'd pictured mum's second. I fell into another fitful bout of sleep. Even then I woke early, 6.30. I got up and made myself a mug of herb tea and tried to relax.

I have a great relationship with my mum. You don't use the toilet with someone else in the room, unless you do. Dad plays golf every Sunday morning. He would be out of the house for hours. I decided to go and see her. I don't drive often. I use the train, as I have no parking at work. I'm actually quite nervous about it. I use the car for a big supermarket shop, about once every couple of weeks. I waited until I knew mum would be awake and phoned her. I think she was worried, that I felt the need to meet, rather than discussing things on the phone. I got dressed and set off on the forty minute drive.

Mum made some tea when I arrived and we settled down in the lounge.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know where to start. I met a woman recently. We get along but things are a bit strange and getting stranger. At least for me."

I explained about the rubbing on the train, Sharon's late husband, the graveyard, dinner at Sharon's and her and Jason's potential interest in me.

"Wow. That's a lot to take in."

"That's not why I came. I would probably have told you that over the phone. This is more personal to us."

I told her about my dream last night.

"That did happen. You ran back to your room. I followed you and told you that everything as alright. I stayed with you until you fell asleep. We made sure to keep the door closed after that."

"So, I just blocked it out."

"Probably. Maybe you just didn't want to know or think about us having sex."

"I'm struggling a lot with all of it. What made that memory resurface?"

"I can't help you with that. I'm not a psychologist. What do you want to happen? Are you attracted to Sharon?"

"Interested and curious definitely. I don't really understand her attitude to things, like the graveyard, me and her husband."

"You joined in at the grave."

"Because I was a bit drunk and bursting for a pee."

"What have you got to lose, in seeing how things develop. You don't seem to be any closer to settling down. No boyfriends. I suppose you would have told me if you'd had a girlfriend."

"I'd never even thought about it, until Sharon rubbed into me on the train."

"If it were me, I'd give it a try. If you don't enjoy it, you aren't any worse off than you are now."

"Do I hear a hint of admittance?"

"No. I've thought about it but never done it. Probably too late, to start down that route now. Although, your dad would definitely want to watch and join in."

"Mum! Another thought I'm going to have to block out."

"Maybe I'll suggest it to him."

"I came here to straighten out my head. Not get it mixed up even more."

"Motherly advice. Have a good talk to her, just her on her own. If you feel alright take it further."

I drove home slowly. Not that I ever go anywhere, at other than slow speed. I phoned Sharon when I got in and invited her over for a drink in the evening. We both had work on Monday, so this would just be a brief chat. She arrived with a bottle at 7, just after I had finished eating. I invited her in and went for a corkscrew and a couple of glasses.

I summoned up some courage and told her what had happened, after I had got home, from her place. As well as my subsequent conversation with mum.

"Your mum sounds cool. Up for a threesome with another woman."

"You'd like her bum, it's just like mine. Let's cut to the chase. You want to get to grips with my bum. What do you and Jason want out of this?"

"Being blunt, you probably gathered that I'm like that most of the time, we would like you to come to bed with us."

I think I had already decided to try something new. We arranged for them to come and stay on Saturday. That night, I had mum to thank, for yet another messed up sexual experience. Rubbing my pussy, I couldn't shake the mental image of mum, dad and another woman. In my mind, that was Sharon. The psychological side of what was happening, was going in a direction I didn't much care for. I hoped the physical aspect would put this out of my mind.

I bumped into Sharon at the station and on the train, a couple of times during the week. I was actually looking forward to Saturday, in a strange sort of way. I think, if anything, they were far more excited about it than me. I spent the evenings cleaning and tidying the house. A change of bedding, a final dust and vacuum on Saturday morning and the scene was set. I'd told Sharon I would cook dinner. They arrived just after six, with a small holdall and some booze. A bit of brandy as a final stage of relaxation, before bed. Dinner with wine passed off quietly. A glass of brandy to finish things off and I directed them to my bedroom. She put the bag beside the bed and they started to undress.

I had seen her pussy and her bum, the latter only when she was squatting to pee. No inhibitions. No sign of nervousness. She slid out of her shoes. Her top and trousers were off in a trice, draped over the chair in the corner. She looked great. A black bra and matching tanga briefs. She is decidedly thinner than me. Her breasts and bum smaller. Taking a leaf from her book, I got down to the same level. I'd taken some care over this. Mum calls my underwear pussy string. I wear thongs most of the time. Today, a bit of a change, pink silk, French knickers and a matching bra. It was clear now, that my boobs are quite a bit bigger than hers. I put my clothes on top of hers.

Jason, sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes and socks, sliding them below the bed. Standing he removed his shirt. Not fat but not fit and muscular. A small amount of chest hair. He dropped he shirt on to the bed. He undid his trousers and slid them down. Stepping out of them, he bent and picked them up, taking them and his shirt to the chest of drawers. Taking a couple of steps towards myself and Sharon, there was a pleasing bulge in his boxer briefs. Was that a hint of a damp patch at the tip of his cock?

Sharon approached me, put her arms around my back and pulled me close. Our torsos touching, her skin smooth and warm. In bare feet, I was a couple of inches taller than her. Up slightly on her toes, she kissed me. I know a lot of girls do this, when they are younger. I wasn't one of them. My first kiss with a woman. Her hands slid down my back. Both of them under the elastic waist of my knickers and onto my buttocks. I held on to her back. Unsure if I was to follow what she did. With my hands where they were, I decided to undo the strap of her bra. A lot easier doing it to somebody else than doing your own. Her hands felt nice, gently stroking my bum but she slid them up and reciprocated with the bra.

Standing back slightly we slid them down our arms and tossed them aside. I was right. Her boobs are smaller than mine, nipples darker and more prominent, actually quite long. My areola are quite large and pale, the nipples themselves quite small. I actually like my breasts, quite large and firm. With Sharon's nipples, they would, in my view, be perfect. Sharon didn't seem to mind. She raised a hand and ran it across my left breast and nipple. It hardened slightly. She leant down and gave the other a kiss and a gentle suck. She had already seen my pussy, I slid my knickers down and stepped out of them. I took hold of the waistband of hers. Sinking to me knees, I pulled them down. I now had a close up view of her pussy. Still with a small Brazilian. Labia visible, between her legs, about half an inch long.

A new view and a new opportunity. I moved my hands to her bum and pulled her close. Her buttocks small and firm. My nose brushed the small amount of pubic hair. Her sweet musky smell filled my nostrils. She shuffled her feet slightly apart. I stuck out my tongue and ran it across her exposed labia. The first time I had touched another woman's vulva. Her hands moved to the back of my head, holding it gently. She bent her knees slightly and arched her back, pushing her pussy towards me. My tongue continued to lap at her pussy. She was getting wet. Dragging my tongue back, I felt the slightly harder flesh of her clitoris. She began to let out sweet little sounds. Knowing what I'm like when I get close, I worked my tongue and lips on her clit, harder and faster.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck! Ahhhhh!"

She gripped my head hard, pulling me to her as she came. Gradually, she released me. My lips and chin were covered with her juices. Putting a hand on the edge of the bed, I helped myself up.

Beside us, Jason had removed his briefs. Seeing his wife orgasm, on the tongue of a woman he hardly knew, had raised a nice erection. His hand was gently stroking up and down his shaft. Not big, perhaps slightly over average. As his foreskin withdrew, his purple knob was shiny and slippery. His pubic hair trimmed really short. He moved close and kissed me, taking in some of Sharon's juices. He pushed me backwards onto the bed. I swung my legs up and on to it. He climbed on top of me, supporting himself on his elbows, laying full length face to face. He continued kissing my lips, before moving his mouth down my body. He spent longer kissing, stroking and feeling my boobs than anyone I'd known. More than I did when they first started to develop. Even as he moved down my stomach, a hand or a couple of fingers would brush my nipples.

His knees between my legs began to push them apart. I didn't really need the impetus. I brought my knees up and opened myself to him. Kneeling on the bed between my thighs, he began running the back of her hands, very slowly up the inside of my legs. He was teasing me, getting close to my pussy, before moving away again. His fingers began to brush my labia at the top of each stroke. His head bowed and lips replaced fingers. No hint of tongue, just her lips gently running over my pussy. God the anticipation was getting to me. This was nothing like the foreplay I'd experienced with a man before.

Eventually, I felt a tongue inside me. By this stage I was virtually going wild. He had still not paid too much attention to my clit. Just an occasional brush with the edge of a lip or tongue. I felt him probing my pussy deeper. His upper lip now making more frequent contact with my clit. Hands were grasping my buttocks, pulling them wider. Something brushed my anus. With the prolonged build up, this gentle brush was what finally broke the dam.

"UH! UH! UH! OOOOOW!"

I'm not usually very vocal. I don't talk dirty and my orgasms are normally quiet sighs and groans. This was so loud, it shocked me. Normally with a man, one orgasm is enough for them to stop their oral ministrations and start fucking me. Even if I'd prefer them to carry on. No such issues with Jason. Giving me a few seconds, lips made contact with my clit and started to suck it softly. Fingers inside my vagina. How many? Two or three. My arsehole slick after my orgasm was being rubbed more firmly. A thumb? Probably. More pressure. My anus relented and allowed the entry of the digit. Now being fucked by fingers and thumb, my clit sucked, what the fuck!

"SHHHHHHHIIITTTT!"

My whole groin was throbbing, fit to burst. My anus gripping and releasing whatever was inside it. It was retracted, along with the fingers in my pussy. I was empty. My legs wanted to drop. Hands prevented it, actually pushing them up. His tongue assaulted my throbbing anus. I let out a sound I couldn't describe and didn't recognise.

I lay with my eyes closed, breathing heavily. Movements on the bed. I opened my eyes in time to see Sharon's neatly trimmed and wet pussy descending towards my mouth. She made contact. Not an entirely unfamiliar taste. I've licked my fingers when I've been masturbating. The difference here, the amount of fluid, meeting my lips and tongue. I sought her clit. I could just see her anus above me as she leant forward. I had thought at the outset, that I'd be alright, kissing, touching and masturbating. Things had already gone way beyond that and were going further. I felt fingers on my pussy lips, I was being spread open. Not being able to see, was not something I was used to.

This was something I was used to, well, not recently, a penis rubbing at the entrance to my vagina. Most of the guys I'd been with, just shoved it in, once they'd got me off once. This was different. Slow, sensual, even a hint of tormenting me, by withholding. His entry was so slow and gentle. It was accompanied by fingers around my vulva. If I had to guess, they might have been Sharon's. I continued to lick at her clit. It was feeling big against the roughness of my tongue.

"Yes, girl, yes. Fuuuuuuck!"

Jerking upwards, lifting her pussy from my face, she fell to the left of me. Glancing up, I could now see Jason between my legs. If they had been Sharon's fingers on my pussy, they were now replaced by his. His entry into me continued to be slow and deliberate. In and out, fully home and withdrawing to the tip of his knob. The repeated passing of the widest part of his knob into me was intoxicating. His fingers were manipulating the skin of my clit hood. The result of his efforts, yet another orgasm.

"Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!"

Jason began to increase the speed of the fuck he was giving me. With my legs high, there were slapping noises as he drove into me. More pressure on my clit from his fingers. I came again as he thrust more.

"Naaaaaaah!"

A few seconds later, the contractions of my muscles set off his orgasm and he grunted as he shot his load inside me. I think I'd missed out on a lot. That was the best sex I had ever had in my life. After a couple of minutes he began to slowly withdraw. A wave of contentment flooded my body. He shuffled back I began to relax. A temporary lull. His movement made way for Sharon. She began to lick Jason's cum from my pussy. I couldn't even of imagined anyone doing this. Not only that, a minute or so later, she held my legs high and stuck the tip of her tongue against my anus. She kept probing until she had wormed it inside. My god, what a feeling. I was finally released and my legs dropped to the bed. Sharon lay on top of me. Her hard nipples digging into my skin. She poked the tip of her tongue into my mouth. The tongue she had just removed from my arsehole. I nipped her tongue with my teeth and she pulled away.

Jason lay down on the bed next to me. The three of us taking up little more space, than you would need on a single bed. Sharon rolled over and over, across Jason, coming to rest on the other side of him.

"That was incredible. I've never experienced anything like that before." I said.

"There's more to come, if you want it." Jason replied.

"If you're thinking about now, forget it, I'm done."

He and Sharon giggled. Time for sleep. I shuffled myself below the covers, the two of them followed suit, Jason between the two of us. I fell asleep almost at once. I was vaguely aware of some jiggling of the bed. Were they masturbating? I was too tired to think about it.

In the morning, I woke first. I went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror above the basin, the usual bed hair and I looked a bit tired. I splashed some water on my face and sat on the toilet. Just as I was starting to pee, Jason appeared in the doorway.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry."

He turned to walk back to the bedroom.

"Don't worry, after what we did last night, there is no way I'm going to be embarrassed by you watching me piss."

He was holding his cock, presumably really needing to go. As soon as I finished, he lifted the seat and let go.

"Is Sharon still asleep?"

"She doesn't do mornings that well. Getting her up for work is a bit of an issue."

"Can I ask you about her and what she did last night?"

"I know about Eric and how he treated her and Victoria. When we met she held back a lot. I think she was worried about me being another Eric. It took quite a long time for her to relax and open up about what she wanted, rather than what I did. When she knew that I just wanted to look after her, she started talking. She told me what turned her on and we started experimenting. One of the things she wanted was to have sex with a woman. She has been talking about you for weeks, after seeing you at the station and on the train. She was fit to burst, when she found out you lived so close and that you didn't brush her off."

"She seems to have a thing about bums."

"You're not wrong. That's what she saw in you. Who wouldn't be drawn to that."

"Lots of guys. Otherwise I'd have had a few more good nights."

"She'll want a lot more of it, if I know her. It's not just yours. She fucks mine."

"What!"

"She puts a dildo in a harness and fucks me. The orgasms when she rubs my dick are mind blowing. It was the trade off for her letting me have anal with her. We both love it."

"I've only had anal once and I didn't think much of it. Based on last night the guy wasn't that good. Was Sharon OK with you cumming in me? It must be weird watching your husband fuck someone you only met recently."

"She's fine. We talked about it after you left us the other day. It was her idea. Can I use your shower?"

"Of course. I'll go and get you a towel."

I went back to the bedroom and got a couple of towels from the airing cupboard. Sharon was just waking up. I dropped one on the bed for her and went back to the bathroom. I hung his towel on the back of the door. I probably should have left him to it but he had soap and bubbles all over his cock and balls. He was giving his knob a wash. Sharon crept up behind me wrapped her arms around and pinched both of my nipples.

"Perving at Jason's cock?"

I stood there silent. She pushed past me and got in the shower with him. The bubbles washed away, with the water running over him, she knelt down and took his cock in her mouth. She was sucking him hard, her head bobbing, one of her hands between his legs. I just stared on. His mouth was open, taking in water, which he spat out. A couple of minutes of this and he pushed her head away. Several jets of cum hit her nose, cheek and mouth. She licked her lips. The shower began to wash the semen down her body. I'd given blowjobs to a couple of my boyfriends but never let them cum on me like that.

She stood up and they kissed. Was he tasting his own cum? He washed her, before the two of them got out of the shower. I got in, while they got dry. By the time I'd finished, they had gone back to the bedroom. When I arrived, they were getting dressed. Fresh clothes from their holdall. I put on a dress. I rarely bother with underwear when I'm at home at the weekend.

Downstairs, I set about making breakfast and some coffee. Bacon, eggs and toast. I like a cooked breakfast at the weekend. I usually only have time for a bowl of cereal during the week. I think Jason and Sharon appreciated the effort. Drinking our coffee, in the lounge after we had eaten, we talked about what had happened and what might. A second coffee before Sharon and Jason set off for home. Victoria had said that she was cooking Sunday lunch. I decided to phone mum. I'd seen her the previous weekend. We usually only make contact once every few weeks, unless there is some news to pass on.

"Hello mum. How are things?"

"OK. How's the muff diving?"

"Mum!"

"Well. After what we talked about last week, there had to be some reason for calling so soon. You aren't ringing me to tell me you've met Prince Charming and you're getting married."

"I know we talk about a lot of things but this feels awkward, even for us."

"You rang me. So you must want to say something. How about I come over. Colin is away on a golf break with his friends."

"OK. I'll make dinner. Stay over if you want. I'll make up the spare bed."

She arrived about ninety minutes later, carrying a small overnight bag. Apparently dad had been away since Friday evening and wouldn't be back until tomorrow night.

"Tea or a drink?" I asked.

"I'm guessing I'll need the drink. Besides, if I'm staying, there's no reason not to."

I had just over half a bottle of red wine, left over from last night. I poured us a glass each. I sat on an armchair facing mum who had settled on the sofa. Where should I begin. I sat and contemplated, not only what information I would share but whether I had made a mistake, in going down this route at all.

"Come on, spill the beans. I know the signs. Your wrinkled brow is a dead giveaway. You are wrestling with your conscience. You think you've done something wrong. I've seen that look so many times. You went ahead with Sharon and Jason, now you feel guilty."

"I don't know if it's guilt. It was incredible and they were both happy with what happened. It's hard to explain. We have only just got to know each other but we already feel comfortable together. It's not what I was expecting from a relationship."

"I don't think anyone would expect that. I'm not sure I can help. I've no idea what I would do, or feel in your position. Nothing like that has ever cropped up. Hypothetically, I would probably have done what you did. If all of us had enjoyed it, I wouldn't see a problem. You know I'm not going to judge you."

"You would have done it too?"

"Don't look so surprised. I don't think it's just our looks that are similar. I'd do it now if it dropped into my lap, like it did in to yours."

"Time out. I need to start cooking."

Mum actually helped me get dinner ready. Talk returned to more mundane topics, like work, bills, the price of shopping etc. We ate dinner, finished off the wine from yesterday. I opened another bottle and we returned to the lounge. Lubricated by the amount of wine we were drinking, the talk returned to the pre dinner topic. Somewhat to my discomfort.

"So..... How was it?"

"What the hell."

"It's not like I don't know, that you had sex with both of them. You can't blame me for being nosey."

"I can. You came to talk over my problems, not get a blow by blow account. If you must know, it's the best sex I've ever had."

By now, we had finished the fresh bottle of red I had opened. I hit the brandy.

"Easy, you've got to work tomorrow."

"No lectures mum. I should be the one admonishing you."

By the time I had finished a second large brandy, she had got most of the details of the previous night out of me.

"That does sound amazing. I thought me and Colin did pretty well."

"For god's sake, keep that to yourself. Seeing you fucking and cumming was one thing. I really don't want to know what else you get up to."

"If you ever do, there's a lot."

Time for bed. My head was spinning. Mum made sure I got upstairs safely. I just flopped onto the bed. The shower started, some minutes later the unmistakable sounds of my mother having an orgasm.

My alarm woke me with a start. I was still face down on the bed in my dress. I began to get off the bed. God my head hurt. My stomach was churning. I pulled my dress off and rushed to the bathroom. I bent down and threw up into the toilet.

"I told you to take it easy."

I threw up again, wiped my mouth with some toilet roll and flushed away the evidence of my stupidity. Stood in the doorway tutting was my mother. Feet apart, hands on hips and naked. When I'd been at home, mum had a triangular bush. Now she was shaved clean and had three piercings, one in each of her labia and another in her clit hood.

"I suppose that is part of 'there's a lot'." Nodding at her groin.

She helped me to my feet turned on the shower and guided me inside. She wrapped a towel around herself and disappeared. A few minutes later, she returned, just as I was getting out of the shower. She thrust a mug of hot sweet tea into my hand. Going to the bathroom cabinet, she got me a couple of headache pills. I washed them down with the tea. I dried myself off and got dressed for work. Mum was was dressed and downstairs by the time I was finally ready.

"Good shower last night?" I asked.

"I thought you had passed out."

"Lock up when you leave. I'm not sure thanking you is the right thing to say. I'm no more certain about things that I was before."

"I'd say, you had already decided to carry on. If you need to talk, you know where I am."

With that I shuffled off slowly to the station. I must have looked pretty rough. No makeup and having had very little proper sleep. Not to mention hanging over the toilet. Sharon was on the platform. I'm not used to seeing her on the morning train. She was running late.

"God you look like shit."

"Thanks. I had mum over, to talk out my thoughts. It didn't go well. I drank way too much, told her more than I should have, then threw up twice this morning."

"A great way to start the week."

On the train, she brushed my hair and did her best with some makeup, to turn me into a rough approximation of a human being. I wasn't up to talking much. I arranged to see her on the train heading home. Work was not the best. I got through with coffee and headache pills. I met Sharon on the platform, ready to catch the train home.

"Feeling better?"

"Much. Thanks for this morning. Sorry for spouting off to mum. Although, she had an idea of what we were going to do. Now she knows exactly what we did. More disturbingly, she's shaved off her pubes, has three piercings and masturbated in my shower."

"Can she come next time?"

I spanked her bum. We both started to snigger which turned into a loud laugh. Conversation on the train was curtailed slightly, as the carriage was crowded. On the walk back from the station, she told me that she was fine with me discussing what went on, with mum.

"I know what happened isn't normal. So do what you need to, to work it out. Victoria talks to me about all sorts of things, that would disgust most parents. I don't think your mum would be put off, by anything we might get up to. Our place this Saturday?"

We arranged to have a meal in the pub, then back to their place. When I got home, I phoned mum and apologised for the state I was in this morning. She was fine. I suppose it isn't the first time she's seen me in that state.

"Made a decision about what you are going to do?"

"I'm seeing them on Saturday."

"Good for you. You said it was amazing, why wouldn't you want to do it again?"

"It's still weird, having your mum encouraging you to have a threesome. I'm not doing it to provide you with masturbation fantasy."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Gotcha!"

I put the phone down, thinking that I might have got the better of the exchange. What did mum think of what had been said. I presumed she would try to get her own back, next time. Then another thought. Knowing what mum is like, she has probably told dad all about it. We get on fine but have always had a sort of arms length relationship. We had a fairly normal father and daughter relationship, unlike the more open one I had with mum. The following day I asked Sharon about Jason and Victoria. I know that they are step father and step daughter but I wanted to know what their relationship was like.

"They get on really well. Jason knows what Eric was like with her. He is totally different. They talk a lot. He lets her guide the conversation and set out what she is comfortable with. Which is most things."

"That sounds great."

The rest of the week passed off quietly. My booze filled Sunday, meant abstinence during the week. I got ready for my trip to the pub and on to Sharon's. Back to my usual thong, rather than the French knickers. No bra. Thanks mum, it's nice not having to wear one, if you don't need the support. Besides, my nipples don't show too much. A small bag with a toothbrush and a change of clothes and I set off for the pub. Sharon and Jason were already sat at the table with menus, when I walked in. I dropped my bag to the floor and sat down. We ordered food and some drinks and settled in for a quiet chat. Sharon was also in the no bra camp but her nipples were sticking out provocatively.

"Same underwear as the first time we met." She said.

"So, none."

We left the pub just before nine and took the short walk to Sharon's place. She told me that Victoria was staying with her boyfriend, Byron, at his folks place. Not that it would have made any difference, had they been there. Sharon had told me, that the two couples often heard each other having sex and would throw out the occasional comment, the following morning.

None of us fancied a nightcap. In fact, I had been on soft drinks in the pub. It was going to take me a while, to want to have a drink again. We went straight upstairs to the bedroom. I dropped my bag by the chair and began to undress. It didn't take long, just a dress and thong. Similarly, Sharon was wearing a dress, she was totally naked underneath. Jason took a little longer. Even so, he was rock hard. The tip of his cock was actually poking out of the top of his briefs. Discarding them, it was almost pointing at the ceiling.

Jason got me to lay half way up the bed, feet up on the wall, heels resting on the padded headboard. What they had they got planned? He knelt above my head and leant forward. Kisses peppered my stomach and inner thighs. His cock loomed over my head. His ears brushed against the inside of my legs and his mouth made contact with my pussy. As it did, I reached up and took hold of his shaft. Pulling it down, I took the whole of is knob into my mouth. His oral skills were every bit as good as I remembered. This way round, his nose was against my anus, top lip on my perineum, his tongue probing my vagina and flicking my clit. The way I was sucking and running my tongue around his knob, would have had all the guys I've been with cumming. I could taste his pre cum but there was no indication of an orgasm. Well, except for mine. My legs trembled and my breath whistled through my nostrils. I had to stop sucking. I held his cock in my hand and took a gasp of air, before taking him back into my mouth.

I was just about to cum again, when the bed by my head began to rock. A glance up gave me a quick view of a dildo, a good size. I stopped thinking about that as I held Jason's head tight with my legs. A few seconds later I tapped his arm, an indication for him to stop. He took the hint. I think he was about to have something else on his mind. Above my head, the tip of the dildo was guided into place and began sinking in. He let out a long sigh. Sharon began to fuck him. Slowly at first, building up speed. Jason was letting out loud grunts as she pushed into him. He wasn't wrong about the intensity of his orgasm, doing this.

"Ahhhhhh! Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh."

I thought I was going to drown in his cum. I was struggling to swallow it all. I was gagging slightly. He pulled away. A final dribble of cum dripped onto my cheek. Sharon ground into him, one last time and his cock twitched. His chest and torso rose. I rolled over and sat up. Sharon was behind him, arms round his waist, dildo still inside him. Her right hand reached out and ran across his knob.

"FUCK!"

She sniggered. He fell forwards, his hands now on the bed, she started to remove the dildo. I've never had anything that size in my pussy, let alone my arse. He rolled over onto his back, now at the side of the bed, his cock limp against his belly. Sharon slid a hand down inside the harness. I had been vaguely aware of a buzzing sound. I wondered if what I thought was a dildo was actually a vibrator. It wasn't. She had a bullet vibrator which had been resting against her clit.

"Did you just cum doing that?"

"Yes. Just a little one. Come on. I need more than that."

She started to extricate herself from the harness, dropping it on to the floor.

She lay on the bed and spread her legs. I was really enjoying this. I know guys get a real kick out of cumming in your mouth. I'm alright with that but going down on Sharon was better. I got the same kick out of getting someone off but it tasted better. She was pinching and stroking her nipples. They were as hard as ever. She was breathing heavily. I concentrated on her clit, hard and larger than mine. I was loving the feeling of it in my mouth. A couple of hard sucks and

"Oooooow."

I carried on. Jason had sat on the edge of the bed when I went down on her. He had moved. My buttocks were prised apart and his tongue wiped back and forth against my anus. I continued to suck and lick at Sharon's pussy. A cold feeling on my arsehole. Followed by a jiggle of the bed and pressure against my tight hole. I bore down and my hole was breached. I groaned into Sharon's pussy. Jason was wrapped round my body as his cock pushed further in. A buzz behind me.

"Here."

A small vibrator dropped on the bed underneath me. I picked it up with my right hand and held it along my slit, the part near my hand, against my clit. Sharon came again. I raised my head. She was looking straight at me smiling. Jason was easing into me and pulling back slowly. A lot slower and more comfortable than the only other time I'd done it. The vibrations were having the desired effect.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah."

My anus was pulsing madly. Jason groaned and released his second load of the night, into my arse. He held himself firm inside me for a couple of minutes before his flaccid cock slipped out. His voice behind me,

"Clare, your bum is incredible."

"I know what you mean." Sharon added.

I could feel his cum leaking out of me as I slid face down on to the bed. It was getting late and I think the three of us were content. It started to occur to me, that when we were together, Jason spent little time with Sharon. I asked her about it. The two of them had plenty of time together. They wanted to please me, when I was with them. They were certainly doing that.

Sharon, Jason, Victoria and Byron were away on holiday for ten days. They had rented a villa in Portugal, to get some sun and to chill out. That left me at a loose end, for two weekends. Not only that, I was back to solitary train journeys, to and from work. On the first weekend, I just sat around the house, read some magazines, watched TV and did some cleaning and laundry. Mum knew I was alone and invited me for the second weekend. I had some reservations, about what could happen but with nothing else to do, I accepted. I packed a bag, before leaving for work on Friday morning. I got the train home, dumped the bag in the car and took my usual slow drive. I didn't get there until about 8.

"Hi, love. How are you?" Dad asked.

"Fine but a bit tired. It's been a long day. You know I hate driving."

Mum made me a light supper and we sat in the lounge to relax. I accepted a small glass of wine. Careful this time not to overdo it. Dad went to the toilet. While he was gone, I asked mum how much she had told him about Sharon and Jason.

"Enough." Was her answer.

"Oh god."

"Don't worry. We're open minded. If that is what you want to do, it doesn't matter to us. If you are happy, that's all we care about."

Dad returned and the conversation resumed its normal family nature. Tired from the day, I went up and ran a bath. I normally shower at my place. I do like to relax in a hot bath, to soak away the stress. It was nearing bedtime. Mum came in, careful to shut the door behind her. Nudity with my dad, still wasn't a comfortable thing, at least for me. She brushed her teeth and sat on the toilet to pee. Normally, when I'd been at home, she would get up and leave, when she had finished. Today, she just sat there.

"Something on your mind?" I asked.

"I wanted to say sorry, for being pushy, last time I visited."

"It's not just down to you. Me being drunk didn't help."

"Even so....."

"There's a lot out in the open now. You can't put the genie back in the bottle. Let's just move on."

With that she upped and left. It was strange being back in my old room. I hadn't slept here often, since I left home. Because they live relatively close, I normally drive home after a visit. It hadn't changed at all. It was clean and tidy but didn't even seem to have been decorated. I had an amazing nights sleep. Not too much wine, nice comfortable bed, somewhere I had always felt safe. I dressed and headed to the bathroom. Sat on the toilet, jeans and knickers round my knees, the door opened. There was dad, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. Instinctively, I snapped my knees together. He dropped his hand to cover his dick and backed away, closing the door.

I'd seen mums newly shaved and pierced look. Now I'd seen my dad's cock. I suppose it could have been worse. At least he wasn't erect but his hand wasn't enough to cover what he had. Certainly bigger than anyone I'd been with. Like mum, devoid of pubic hair, circumcised with a large purple knob and by any measure, a large pair of balls.

I finished up and opened the door. Dad was stood there, now in a bathrobe.

"Clare...."

"It's OK dad."

"I was half asleep. I forgot you were here. We've got used to being on our own."

"It's fine."

I moved aside and he went in. Mum was just coming out of their bedroom, dressed like me in jeans and a T shirt. Casual Saturday. I followed her downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Another memory for you to block out?"

"I think I'm mature enough to deal with it. Like your piercings, not what I was expecting to see. A bit of a shock. It's just a naked body."

No more was said. I put on the kettle and she started making some bacon sandwiches. Saturday morning was always started with these, when I was at home. Dad finally appeared, now fully dressed. Mum shook her head at him. A sign not to mention what had happened. We ate breakfast and we had a Saturday, like the ones when I was at home. Dad tinkered round in the garage, mowed the lawn and did some gardening. I went into town with mum, We did some window shopping, had coffee browsed the market and stopped for lunch. We picked up some things for dinner and mum drove us home. Dad was sat watching TV when we got back

"Nice time in town?"

"Just like old times." I said.

Mum went to the kitchen to put away the shopping and to make a pot of tea.

"Don't say it."

"What?"

"You were going to apologise again, for coming in while I was taking a pee. You know I've seen you having sex. I've seen you both naked. You've both seen me pissing. Things like that happen. It's no big deal. Well in your case, quite a BIG deal."

He laughed just as mum walked back in with the tea tray.

"What's so funny."

"Just a private joke." Dad said.

The rest of the afternoon and evening passed off quietly. A nice dinner a couple of drinks and off to bed. Apart from the one time, when I'd stumbled on mum and dad having sex, I'd never noticed them doing it. Maybe they were keeping quiet or doing it when I wasn't around. This wasn't the case today. Not long after we had gone to bed they started. None too quietly. Mum wasn't wrong about doing a lot. Or was that doing it a lot. I heard her orgasm at least four times. It sounded as if dad had every bit as much stamina as Jason. No point even trying to ignore the mental picture I had. I still managed a good nights sleep. No awkward bathroom encounter today. Dad and I were both dressed when I met him downstairs. He was getting ready to go off to golf.

"Viagra or steroids?"

"Just me." He smiled.

"I'll be heading home before you get back. Have a good game."

"Thanks for coming. See you next time."

He gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, I turned to watch him leave. Mum was stood in the hallway. She kissed him and he left.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough. Call me Nina the ninja."

"Seriously? That's not happening."

"He doesn't need pharmaceuticals. He told me about your private joke. Nine inches in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't but it explains the noise."

She walked over and gave me a hug. She said,

"We're just going to have to get used to things as they are now."

"After what I've seen, heard and told you recently. You're probably right."

I packed up my things, said goodbye to mum, dropped my bag in the car and started a steady drive home. I still had plenty on my mind. I think about things a lot. I was starting to believe that mum and Sharon just did things without worrying about anything.

I bumped into Sharon on the way to the station on Monday morning. She looked great, nice and tanned.

"How was the holiday?"

"It was great. The villa was really nice. A good pool to cool off, if you needed to. The local bars and restaurants were fantastic. Great food and not expensive."

"Looking well tanned."

"All over. It was hilarious watching Byron, trying hide his erection on the first day."

The coming weekend, Sharon was going to be on her own. Jason works for an agricultural machinery supplier. He was going to be away from Thursday evening until the following Tuesday, visiting one of the manufacturers. I invited her to come over after work on Friday and stay for the weekend. It would be company for both of us. We caught the train home on Friday. She went home and picked up some clothes and toiletries and got to my place at about 7. I had been getting dinner while she was collecting her things. We sat down to eat. A nice relaxing evening just sitting down and talking.

She gave me the highlights of their holiday and I told her about my less than stellar visit to see mum and dad.

"Your mum and dad sound cool. No different to us, really."

"I'd think so too, if they were just a middle aged couple and not my mum and dad."

Both of us were tired from a long week. We just showered and went to sleep. Saturday was a nice easy day. We went shopping in town. That evening we went to the pub to eat and have a couple of drinks. We spent the evening people watching. Guessing what people were talking about and creating fantasies about what they did in the bedroom. Some of my drink came out of my nose, when Sharon suggested that the old couple in the corner, were master and slave. We wandered back home, still laughing about the world we had created for everyone.

We made love gently, long into the night. The first time just the two of us had been together. Prolonged oral and mutual masturbation brought us numerous orgasms. We fell asleep with Sharon rubbing her groin against my bum. Back to the beginning.

I woke really late, it was after 10. I left Sharon sleeping and went down to make myself some coffee and eat a bowl of cereal. Sharon came down close to Lunchtime. She decided to go home, to get her things ready for work on Monday. I gave her a kiss and she left. I said I'd see her on the train.

The phone rang. It was mum. We'd started talking a lot more frequently. Most Sundays when dad was at golf. The usual family talk and questions about what I'd been doing. I told her that Jason was away and that Sharon had been staying.

"Can I come over? Colin is at a competition today. He wont be home until late. Tony is driving so, he'll probably have had a few drinks."

"Yes, Sharon has gone. I'm not doing anything else."

It didn't take her long to get here. She drives like a maniac. The more I thought about it, the only thing we really had in common was our looks. She had a bag with her.

"Are you planning to stay?"

"If that's OK. That way I can have a drink and drive back tomorrow."

"Fine, the spare bed is already made up. This is becoming a bit of a habit."

I'd got up late, so skipped lunch. I got dinner ready, fairly early. Mum had assumed, quite rightly, that I would have plenty of wine and other options. I was avoiding the brandy after the last time mum stayed. Both of us opted for red wine, definitely in moderation.

"So, if Sharon was here, things are still going alright. It's a pity she's gone. I'd like to meet her."

"Yes. The three of us are getting on really well. I'm not sure you meeting her would be a good idea."

"Why not?"

"From what you've told me already, you would probably try it on?"

"If she's pretty, you're probably right."

I showed her a clothed picture of Sharon and Jason.

"Wow, you've fallen on your feet there. They look really good."

"They don't just look good, they are really friendly and kind."

"Amazing nipples."

"Mum!"

"Well you can't really miss them. Ours aren't that big even when it's freezing cold."

"This is why I'm glad she's gone home but she would probably told you everything anyway. Her personality is a lot like yours."

"Still struggling to open up? Give it a go, it's liberating. It's how I found out about piercing. My friend Sue told me she'd had it done?"

"Fine. You aren't going to let this go. Her tits are smaller than ours. Her nipples

are darker and hard like the picture, all of the time, more sensitive than mine. She has a Brazilian and her bum is small and firm. He has a slightly hairy chest and his cock is smaller than dad's..... Happy now?"

"See that wasn't too difficult was it. There's no point getting up tight about things. They're just bodies and its just sex. Everybody does it."

Thinking about it logically, I had been getting more comfortable with things like this recently. I'd been pretty matter of fact with dad after I'd seen him. I hadn't been bothered by seeing two strangers taking a pee. I told mum about the game I'd played in the pub with Sharon on Saturday. Making up strange sex lives for people.

"No such thing as strange." She said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"People get turned on by all sorts of things. You or I might think they are strange, or really messed up but they think they are just having fun. You, Sharon and her daughter pissed in the churchyard. Some people would have paid good money to watch that. Some people would think what you three are doing is strange."

I supposed she was right. Not many people would ever have a threesome. Fewer still would have it as a regular thing. Thinking about it, that was the only sex I was having. Even some of that, I would previously have thought of as odd. Mum had picked up on the thoughts whirring round in my brain.

"Oh. I sense something really kinky."

Without thinking, I blurted out the last thing that had crossed my mind.

"Jason likes getting fucked. Sharon did him with a dildo, while I was giving him a blowjob...... Oh god."

"So what. See what I mean. There's no such thing as strange, when it comes to sex. I guess you all enjoyed it, so what's the problem?"

"Telling your mum about it."

"More straight men than will ever admit it, like to be penetrated. Colin likes a butt plug, we both do."

"Christ mum!"

"You can't blame me for this one. You started the anal chat."

"You caught me off guard."

The cogs in my brain were spinning. I'd let slip one of the things I did with Sharon and Jason. What's more, I'd got a mental picture of mum doing the same to dad. Not to mention, her taking his large cock in her arse. Why was I bothered by that. I did it with Jason and had done it before with a boyfriend.

"Can we call it a day? I've got work in the morning and I need a shower and an early night."

"Fine by me."

We went upstairs. I got mum a towel and went to the bathroom for my shower. Mum followed a few minutes later. The piercing in her clit hood looked larger than the one I'd seen before. I refrained from mentioning it. I carried on washing. As I was getting out of the cubicle, she was touching the ring. Trying to provoke a response? I ignored her. Said goodnight and went to bed. No sounds of orgasm, as there had been last time. In the morning I left a cup of tea for her and went to work.

It's hard to work out how things will develop in your life. Not that long ago, I'd not had sex for quite a while. I'd got used to being celibate and masturbating a lot. Now I had a regular threesome and my relationship with my mum and dad was going in a more explicit direction. What's more, I had started checking out other women, as well as men. I'd never done that before I met Sharon. I had long since disregarded all of the men I work with. They were either happily married, or I wasn't attracted to them. There are only two other women in our office. Joan, who is about sixty. Tall and slim, with long dark hair streaked with grey, which she wears in a bun. The other is Tina, a chubby blonde with a happy disposition and quite a large bum. Both were interesting in their own way.

Joan dresses smartly, suits with either a skirt or trousers. Even with tight trousers, no panty line. Tina on the other hand dressed provocatively. Tight tops and trousers, neither of which did much to disguise what was underneath. We would often eat lunch together or have a quick drink together, after work, before going home. My new attitude started to come to the fore in these meetings. Tina was always keen to share. She's younger than me. Out clubbing on most Friday and Saturday nights. She has a regular boyfriend who loves her curves and keeps her well satisfied. Despite the cold, and distant aura Joan gives off in the office, she is actually really relaxed out of it. She is living with a woman, just over half her age. I was surprised, I always assumed she was married, to some boring looking bloke. So far, I'd only admitted to the relationships with my previous boyfriends.

One Friday night, we were having a drink after work. I knew Sharon was taking the late train, so I wasn't in a rush. Neither it seemed, were Joan and Tina. Tina was just going to stay in town partying. Joan dropped a question like a hammer blow. Presumably contemplating what she would be doing when she got home.

"Ever gone down on a woman?"

It sounded so strange, coming from someone of her age.

"A few. Mostly when I've been drunk or stoned." Tina answered.

They both turned to look at me. I took a deep breath and told them about Jason and Sharon. They both seemed quite surprised.

"So, little miss prim is actually a raging nympho." Tina said

Joan started to laugh.

"It's nothing like that. I probably get a lot less than you. It's just that I do it with a couple rather than just one person."

I left the bar with Joan. Tina was staying behind to meet up with her boyfriend. We walked along together for a while. Both of us had worries about our situations. Joan, that her much younger lover would leave, for someone more her own age. Me that I had finally found something I liked but that it was based entirely on sex and could end at any time. I left her at the bus stop outside the station and walked onto the platform. Sharon was waiting for me.

I told her what had transpired with Tina and Joan. Also what I had let slip with mum. She didn't seem to care,

"Are you ashamed of what we do?"

"No. I'm just not sure people will understand."

"They don't have to. Your two workmates seem accepting enough. You're mum and dad appear to be the same as me and Jason. I wish I'd been able to talk to my mum about stuff like this. It's normally kids being curious about their parents, rather than the other way round. So what?"

I don't think she actually wanted an answer to that.

"Drop your stuff off at home and come over. You sound as if you need some company."

I don't think she was wrong. I did as she suggested. I threw my work clothes onto a chair, had a shower and packed a few things. Popping over usually involved staying. A short walk and Sharon opened the door. It looked as if Jason had been home for a while, he was just getting ready to serve dinner. It was nice to feel relaxed and kick back after a week at work. A couple of hours of chilling out and it was time to head upstairs. With the three of us naked, I think I surprised them.

"Can I watch you?"

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm."

I sat on the end of the bed and watched them kissing, as she lay on top of him. Jason's hands sought and stroked Sharon's tight little bum. She was calling the shots. She swivelled round and lifted a leg over his head. She stared directly at me, sticking out her tongue, as she lowered her pussy on to his mouth. Reaching down, she began to slowly stroke her hand up and down his already erect shaft. His body twitched as she reached his knob. She continued to gently apply her hand, down across his balls and up to the eye in the end of his dick. Fluid began to coat her fingers. She began to gyrate her hips. Her face and neck started to redden and her breathing was sharp and shallow. I couldn't help rubbing my pussy, knowing what she was feeling.

"Oh, yesssssss!"

She continued to rub against his mouth, for a few seconds more. She was smiling broadly. She lifted her left leg back across him. She was on her hands and knees right in front of me. No more than a foot from my face. Jason sat up and moved to kneel behind her. It looked as if he was rubbing his cock up and down her slit before pushing in, in one hard thrust. Her mouth opened as he drove home. I was rubbing my clit, enthralled by my own porn show. Sharon stuck out a hand and began pushing a couple of fingers into my wet vagina. Jason was fucking her hard, a hand wrapped round to work her clit. His thrusts were pushing her face close to mine. Her breath puffed hard into my mouth as she came again. She briefly stopped with her fingers as the pleasure hit her.

My orgasm was getting close. Jason withdrew from Sharon's pussy. He got up, feet either side of her, he squatted. She let out a loud gasp as he pushed his cock into her arse. A couple of thrusts and his cum was released into her rectum. The lascivious looking grin on her face was the last thing I saw, before my eyes closed and I let out a loud,

"Ahhhhhh!"

Sharon's lips met mine. The fingers in my pussy wiggled slightly and were pulled out and up across my clit.

"Uh. Uh."

My whole body shuddered. Her face looked amazing as he pulled his knob out of her anus, her teeth gritted,

"Fuuuuuu!"

As she relaxed, I asked her if that was what they normally did. She told me that there was no normal. Although, he really liked to cum into her arse. He seemed to enjoy that with me too. What did it feel like from his perspective? The two of them went to shower and I got into the bed. I always liked this part of the night, The two of them returned and got in, either side of me. It had initially felt a little weird sleeping between a married couple. The two of them liked to have the physical contact with me. Today, face to face, breast to breast with Sharon, Jason's erect cock nestling between my buttocks. No attempt from either of the to do anything other than cuddle up to me.

I think during the night, Jason must have got up, as when I woke, he was asleep, wrapped around Sharon's body. They looked so sweet together. I guessed as it was on every other time we had been together, Sharon would sleep late. I got up and went to the toilet. Sharon had left me a towel and I wanted a shower to fully wake me up. I'd just turned off the water and was stepping out onto the bath mat, when the door opened. I'd expected Jason. It was Victoria. I didn't even know she was home. Maybe she had come in, after we had gone to sleep. I'd seen her pussy in the graveyard. Now I got the full frontal view. Very similar build to her mum. She didn't just have a hood piercing her belly button also had a ring and there was a bar through each nipple. She spoke first, not apology for coming in.

"Fuck! Your tits are amazing."

She stepped forward and cupped my left breast in her hand. I was a bit taken aback. Still stunned, I stood there not knowing what to do. She dipped her head and stuck out her tongue. I hadn't noticed before, or was it new? There was a ball piercing through her tongue. She rubbed it across my nipple, before letting go.

"I can see why mum and Jason like you. Good fuck last night? Were those your orgasms?"

Not sure how to respond to that, I just smiled. She sat on the toilet to pee. Nothing new, I'd seen her do this before but never nude. Her head was at the same height as my pussy and she was having a good look as I got dry. When she had finished, she washed her hands and stood before me. Her hands grabbed my arse. She pulled me towards her. Our breasts touched and she kissed me, pushing the tip of her tongue into my mouth. No comment, she just left. I got to the bedroom just as Jason was waking up. I told him what had just happened.

"Don't worry about it. She's inquisitive and a bit of a tease. She doesn't mean anything by it. She grabbed my knob one day, when I was having a piss. She wanted to know what it felt like. When we were on holiday sunbathing, she would lay opposite us, with her legs wide open. You can't really blame her wanting to touch you. You look fantastic."

"Thanks. I was just a bit surprised. I suppose I should have expected it, knowing what Sharon is like."

Sharon was still asleep. I slipped on a dress and went in search of some coffee. In the kitchen, Victoria, still naked had the kettle on and was spooning coffee into a large pot.

"Want some?" She asked.

"If you mean coffee, yes."

"Quick thinking for this time in the morning."

"I suppose you were going to grope me again, if I'd just said yes."

She smiled and poured the water into the coffee pot. She picked it and a couple of mugs up and brushed past me into the lounge. The coffee and mugs were set down on the coffee table. I sat in an armchair and she settled on the sofa opposite me. As Jason had described with the sunbathing, legs apart. I had seen her pussy at the graveyard and stood in the bathroom. Her laid back posture, gave me a full on view of her clean shaven vulva. Neat labia slightly parted, just a hint of colour below as part of her anus was visible. She caught me staring. Leaning forward to pour the coffee, she said,

"Like the view?"

"Gorgeous but if you're expecting the same as I get up to with Sharon...."

"Of course not. You're mum's fuck buddy. I just like to flaunt what Ive got, Besides, I've got Lizzie."

"I thought you and Byron..."

"We are but he doesn't have tits and a fanny. It's not like you, mum and Jason. She's 100% les. She wouldn't let Byron anywhere near her. It's no secret, he and mum know. Like he knows about you three. You couldn't keep that secret, the amount of noise you make, like last night."

"I thought you were out."

"Just keeping a low profile. I was reading in my room. I heard mum more than you."

How things change. Here I was chatting away to a young naked woman. The daughter of my lover. Could I call Sharon such? My conversations with mum had dulled my sense of awkwardness. If anything, the lack of familial relationship made this less tense.

"I wanted to watch them together. Most of the time they both concentrate on me. I suppose I'm their plaything. I wanted to see them have fun."

"Just flicking your bean then?"

"Not exactly the way I would have put it but yes, getting myself off."

"Mum says he's a great fuck."

"You really do share everything."

"We talk a lot. Not much point keeping quiet about things, when you've been through what we did with dad. That's all in the past. Everything's a lot better now. Jason is really cool. Chilled out, no hang ups. We get along better than I ever did with dad. So, the conversations here might seem fucked up, to some people but nothing is out of bounds."

"I'm only just starting to get to grips with that, with my mum. She's a lot more like you and Sharon."

I explained about seeing each other naked and using the toilet. Mum's recent change in pubic style, the piercings, seeing dad and the butt plugs.

"See no different to us. Byron's is big as your dad. I'm using butt plugs because I can't get him in my arse yet. Lizzie takes the most massive dildo's up hers."

"Probably a bit more than I needed to know."

She sniggered, picked up what was left of her coffee, stood, wiggled her bum at me and went back upstairs. A few minutes later Jason came down, casually dressed, tracksuit bottoms and a T shirt. I gave him the lowdown on the recent exchange. He wasn't at all surprised.

"I was just going to the bathroom, when she came upstairs with her coffee. She flicked my knob with her fingers. She doesn't care. I suppose we don't either. Like I said earlier. She likes to tease."

"I didn't know she had a girlfriend as well as Byron."

"It's a bit like us. A casual thing. She likes to get a fix every now and then. From what I gather, Lizzie has a regular girlfriend but Victoria is prepared to do some of the things her girlfriend doesn't want to. Mutually beneficial. They all seem happy with the arrangement."

"I suppose so."

Sharon finally appeared, looking pretty tired. She is definitely not a morning person. She went straight to the kitchen and put the kettle on, without saying a word. I picked up the coffee pot and took it out to be refilled.

"I understand Victoria has had her hands full and had a good chat." She said.

"That's about right. Not just her hands. She licked my nipple"

"That's my girl."

This was all a lot to take in, first thing on a Saturday morning. Victoria came downstairs as we were drinking our next coffee. Dressed this time and going off to do some shopping with Lizzie and her girlfriend. Even knowing what I had learned about myself and others, over the past few months, this seemed like a strange arrangement. As far as I could tell, Victoria and Lizzie's girlfriend shared nothing, other than Lizzie.

The rest of Saturday passed off quietly. Jason did a bit of DIY, Sharon a bit of gardening. I helped out with some tidying up. She and I cooked some food. Victoria wasn't coming back. She said she was staying at Lizzie's place. We sat around in the evening. They showed me their holiday snaps and a few short video clips, playing in the pool and so on. Fuck. There's no way Byron is hiding that with his hand. Sharon showed me a picture of him stood beside a sun lounger, fully erect. You can't unsee something like that. He isn't a well built guy, not much taller than me and pretty skinny. It looked slightly odd with such a large appendage standing proud.

That evening, we didn't even make it to the bedroom. The rug in the lounge, the sofa even the coffee table saw plenty of action. At one point, I thought that the legs on the table were going to break as Jason was fucking me so hard. We must have been at it for far longer than I had thought. Jason had cum three times. Once in me on the table, once in Sharon's arse and the final one, as Sharon wanked him onto my tits. She thought his was amazing and spent plenty of time licking and sucking his cum from me. All of us were totally shattered. I'd no idea how many orgasm's she and I had experienced. I didn't care.

After a shower, we all slept like logs. As usual, I woke first. Sharon was still sparked out. Jason stirred, half awake. I kissed him and told him I was off home. Not strictly true. After a brief stop at my place for some breakfast I drove to see mum. Not exactly what I had envisaged. I suppose nothing is ever perfect. Dad's golf had been called off due to some heavy rain. Both of them were sat in the lounge reading the Sunday papers when I arrived.

Mum got up and went to make a pot of tea. Was this going to be awkward? I'd quipped with dad about his manhood but we had never discussed anything else. Mum had definitely told him everything that had gone on. How would this play out? Mum returned with the tea, setting the mugs on the table.

"Is this girl talk? Should I leave?" Dad said.

"No. I think we are past that. I need to talk. I'm having probably the best time of my entire life. I have a couple of friends at work, who discuss all sorts of things with me. I have what could loosely be called a relationship but somehow it doesn't quite feel right. I know you both accept what I'm doing. It's great but can I see this as my long term future?"

Dad spoke first, after a few minutes thinking.

"So far, your relationship with Jason and Sharon has been purely physical, if I understand correctly. You get on really well with both of them. Have you spoken to either of them, about the emotional side of your relationship?"

"Not really. Sharon's view is a bit like mum's take things as the come. Go with the flow."

"Talk to them. Do you have feelings for either, or both of them, that could be more romantic than sexual?"

"I think so, but it feels like I'd be worming my way in to their marriage."

"That's for them to decide. It sounds as though they both like being with you. If it becomes more permanent, then that's great. If it doesn't work out, you know you can always come back here." Mum added.

"Fine. I'll talk to them, soon. I think I need to resolve how I feel about it."

"Got any more juicy bits of news for us?"

"Dad!"

"You know what we're like and plenty about us. We can't help being curious."

By this point, I'd given up on any pretence of having, what most people would consider, a normal relationship with their parents. I told them about Victoria, her hands on approach, her naked chat, her piercings and girlfriend. As well as Byron's rivalry to dad's member. I supposed there was no avoiding the fact, that if things continued, everyone was going to meet at some point. Mum was interested in the piercings, in particular. What did she and Victoria get out of it? I was interested but thought that I'd rather raise it with Victoria, than mum. I had at least avoided giving them any more than a hint, about what the three of us got up to. Thankfully, I didn't get any more details from them.

After I got home, I called Sharon, and arranged to meet her and Jason for a serious talk on Monday evening. I think she was a little worried about where that might lead. Whether I was calling a halt to everything. On the train home from work, I assured her that it wasn't my intention. I held off discussing it further until we got to her place.

I walked home with her from the station, rather than going to my place. Jason had got in before us. He had a bottle of wine open on the table, three glasses already poured. Also expecting the worst?

"I don't know if this sounds pushy or not. Is there more to our relationship, than just sex, or have I misread things? I don't want to make waves but I feel in need of some sort of reassurance or certainty."

Sharon put her arm round me, gave me a hug and kissed my cheek.

"Of course there is. At least from my point of view. Jason?"

"You can't have a relationship like this, without trust and a really deep liking for each other. At least I can't. It doesn't change the way I feel about Sharon and I know she feels the same. We love you."

"I'm finding it a little awkward. It somehow feels like I'm intruding."

"Don't be silly. I started this, with the full knowledge of what might happen. I hoped it would and it has." Said Sharon.

"Where do we go from here?"

We discussed our houses and options. With their combined incomes, they were comfortable enough. They had no mortgage because of the life insurance. There would be plenty of room for me to move in, should I want to. My house is rented furnished. Victoria's and the spare room were both a decent size. Certainly big enough for me to have some private space. Anything I didn't need could go back to my old room at mum and dad's. Whether it was for the best, or not, we decided to give it a go. If things didn't work out, I still had somewhere to go. I did consider, what Jason would make of having to share the bathroom, with three women.

I decided to go for broke and have a party to celebrate the new arrangement. The week before my notice period ended, I invited mum and dad, Sharon and Jason and Victoria and Byron, for drinks and a buffet. I gritted my teeth and hoped that it would go off without a hitch or anything else happening. Mum and dad would stay over. I wasn't sure whether the others would go home or not. Like Sharon, I had a third bedroom and the couch opened up into a sofa bed, should it be required. I asked if I should invite Sharon's parents. To which the answer was,

"God. No. They wouldn't understand at all."

I think Jason's parents would have come but they live too far away and didn't want to travel. At least that wouldn't appear to be too difficult in the future.

I tried my best to be the perfect host. Not that I had held many parties. A trip to the largest supermarket in town, resulted in loads of wine, beer and a few bottles of spirits, to top up anything I didn't have. Plenty of snacks and buffet food covered the dining table.

Mum and dad arrived first. I showed them upstairs and they dropped off their bags. Everyone else arrived together. Introductions made, I circulated with drinks and the occasional comment. Considering the age difference between Victoria and mum, everyone seemed to be getting along fine. The conversations, at least to start with, were what you would expect from a first meeting of different families. Where have you come from? What job do you do? Do you have any other children? Talk about holidays. What are you doing for Christmas? I was relieved.

However, drink loosens tongues. I was trying hard to stay sober and to orchestrate the evening, in a way which caused me and everyone else the least embarrassment. I failed. They didn't seem to care, even if I did. By about ten O' clock, everyone bar me, had drunk quite a bit. Mum and Victoria were comparing piercing experiences and cock size stories. Which was causing Byron to grin like a Cheshire cat. Dad and Jason discussing women's arses. Meanwhile, I was stood hoping the ground would swallow me up. Sharon came over and put her arm round me,

"Going well, isn't it?"

"Not really what I had in mind."

"You must have suspected something like this might happen."

"I just hoped it wouldn't."

By about 11, things were starting to slow down. I think everyone had reached the limit of what they could drink. I started to tidy up, Sharon who had probably drunk less than the rest, gave me a hand. On one trip back from the kitchen, the lounge was empty. I guessed mum and dad had gone to bed. I'd no idea whether Victoria and Byron had gone home or upstairs. I assumed that Jason had gone up to my room. We finished clearing away the food and dirty glasses. I was correct. Jason was laying in the middle of the bed, waiting for us. He was pretty drunk. We got in either side of him. I don't think the three of us had any intention of doing anything other than sleep.

That couldn't be said for everyone. It sounded like mum. I was completely knackered and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke with a jolt in the morning. I've no idea what triggered it. Jason was snoring and Sharon was curled up next to him. I got up and put on my dressing gown. It was 7am. Too early, considering the night before. I went downstairs for some strong coffee. What had woken me, was mum and Victoria on the stairs. The two of them were naked in the kitchen, even though there is no curtain. I had no idea what to say or whether to ask what had gone on. Did I even want to know. Mum opened the conversation,

"Coffee?"

"Yes but that's hardly what you should be saying. The neighbours can see in."

"Well then, they get a great view of a couple of hot naked women."

"I'm not sure I want to know the rest."

"It's nothing that you haven't been doing."

"It was absolutely incredible." Victoria chipped in.

"Just bring me coffee, preferably with a brandy in it, when it's ready."

I went and sat in the lounge. Coffee made, mine did actually have a hint of brandy. Victoria came and sat beside me. Mum carried three cups upstairs. Presumably for herself, dad and Byron. I suppose it was better getting a report from Victoria than mum. Although, by now I was really past caring. She began by apologising,

"I'm sorry if we wrecked your party plans."

"I must admit, I was surprised. I expected it to be mum and Sharon pushing things. I suppose things could have been more weird. I'm not sure either of us are ready to have sex with our mum's."

She just grinned. Did that mean it had already happened? I pushed the thought out of my head. She explained the she was the cause of the events which had transpired. Chatting with mum, she had discovered that their likes and desires matched up well and things just went on from there. She had wanted to have anal with Byron. Something I already knew. She had taken advantage of dad's experience in that department, to pop her cherry. Mum had reciprocated, giving Byron his first taste of entering a woman's back passage. All of them had been ecstatic at the result. Things just spiralled from there.

Victoria had taken charge. Getting dad to withdraw, she had gone down on mum, while Byron was still in her arse. She said that he was making all sorts of noises, trying to sustain his efforts. Especially as she brought mum to an orgasm. As the final act of the four of them together, she had got dad to give mum her first and presumably not last, double penetration. The thought of mum with the two large cock was something I tried to block out. Was I disgusted? No. Fascinated, even interested. I don't think I could have done it. Victoria agreed. Despite his efforts, impressive for such a young man, Byron had finally cum in mum's arse. This sent her and subsequently dad over the edge. Victoria was surprised that we hadn't woken, at that point.

The two men, spent and flaccid had been left on the bed to sleep. Mum and Victoria had shuffled off quietly to the third bedroom. They had spent a lot of the remaining time, satisfying their appetites. At least that explained why the two of them had appeared together. I had questions. At least one, to start with,

"Didn't it feel odd, having sex with a couple old enough to be your grandparents? What's more, my actual parents."

"Not really. I don't think of it like that. I don't think Byron does either. They are just a couple. Age doesn't matter. They know what they like and how to achieve it. We all got something out of it. We learned a lot about anal. Your mum and dad got to do some double penetration. Your mum got her first experience with a woman. It was a great night."

"Was that a one off?"

"Who knows. Now that you are moving in with mum and Jason, I suppose we will all be seeing a lot more of each other. I don't think any of us have thought beyond last night. We didn't plan last night. It just happened. It might happen again, it might not."

Unusually, Sharon was up early. Probably as she had drunk a lot less than Jason.

"Go and put something on love."

Victoria leant across and kissed me on the cheek, before going back upstairs. I went to the kitchen to make Sharon a cup of tea and she followed. I told her what had gone on.

"I heard some of it. It didn't sound like Victoria, so I guessed it was Nina."

"Aren't you bothered about what they did?"

"Why should I be. They're all adults. Only just in Victoria and Byron's case

but they chose to do it. Nobody forced them. Victoria looked happy enough. I presume the others were too. You need to think about yourself and what you want, rather that what everyone else is doing and how it might look. Your mum and dad are old enough and wise enough to know what they are doing. I'm sure if there was something that felt wrong to them, they would stop. Victoria has seen me and Jason but that is different from involving her. You know about Eric. Even that arsehole knew it was a step too far, to touch her. I don't think Nina and Colin would ever involve you, in what they are doing. Let them do what they want to and we'll do what we do."

"That's easy to say. I'm getting more used to the idea but it still brings uncomfortable images to mind. It's hard to get away from the idea that mum and dad have a more liberal attitude than I do."

"You don't do too badly. You have the two of us. What we do would count as pretty liberal. A lot more than that, to some people, my mum and dad included."

Eventually, all seven of us were downstairs. Sharon made pots of tea and coffee and mum helped me get breakfast. She looked great. A contented smile as we cooked bacon, eggs and sausages. A total lack of concern about the situation.

"You're going to be fine. These are really nice people. They all care for you a lot. It might seem that they have an odd way of showing it but I can tell. They are going to look after you, whatever it takes."

"What does last night mean for you?"

"We had a fantastic time. Even before we went upstairs, we enjoyed their company. Even if things stopped there, we would have had a great evening. As it was, it got better. I know you aren't entirely happy with it but there isn't that much difference between us. Now that you have made your decision, we will have to get used to seeing more of each other."

"I don't think Victoria and Byron have much left to see."

She just laughed.

"Jason got an eyeful as I was going to shower."

"Let's dish up, before this gets any worse."

Everyone except Byron looked relaxed and comfortable. I think mum sitting directly opposite him at the table didn't help. She grinned at him and he dropped his eyes slightly. Although chilled, Jason was nursing a monster hangover. I think eating a full breakfast was a bit of a struggle for him. After breakfast, Victoria and Byron left for home. The five of us sat and drank some coffee. Most of the talk was about the logistics of moving and what needed to go back to mum and dad's. I helped them load up some of it, into the car, before they left. Jason and Sharon would help me with the rest, over the next couple of days.

"You're mum has a great body. Maybe the two of you should get your fannys pierced."

Sharon and I jabbed Jason in the ribs with our elbows. He went to lay down on the sofa, while Sharon helped me clear away the breakfast things. By lunchtime Jason was getting back to normal. The two of them helped me pack up some more things. I filled up my car and drove them over.

As the days ticked by, I became a little apprehensive. Was I really doing the right thing? During our lunch breaks Joan and Tina sought to reassure me. On Friday after work, the three of us went for our usual quick drink. I invited Sharon along to meet them. They actually seemed impressed. I suppose everyone has expectations before meeting somebody new. As usual Tina was staying in town. Joan walked towards the station with us. Her bus was waiting as we arrived. She said good evening and we went on to the platform.

"They seem really nice."

"They are. It took me a while to work them out but each of them in their own way have become good friends."

I had to hand back the keys to my place on Saturday morning but with none of my possessions there, I'd already moved in with Sharon and Jason. I now share their bed every night. We make love as and when we feel like it. No pressure. Me and Jason, me and Sharon, the two of them or all three of us. For me, it is still a developing situation. I'm getting used to pegging Jason. Watching him cum over Sharon or fuck her arse as I do his, is a real thrill.

We are now a number of weeks into our new living arrangement. I've not once felt the need to sleep in the spare room. Nor have they ever asked for some privacy for themselves. It isn't how I imagined things would be. It is actually far better. I feel a lot more comfortable and relaxed, than I think I ever have been. My conversations with mum and dad have taken on a more explicit turn. Victoria and Byron although not regular visitors do meet up with them from time to time. Byron is a dark horse. He never really says much, when he is around myself, Jason or Sharon. Noticing the butt plugs on one of their visits, he opened up a bit more about himself. He ended up fucking dad. Mum described their orgasms as an eruption of mount Etna. It didn't even seem odd any longer, thinking about things like that.

While we are on the subject of odd. Victoria finally introduced us to Lizzie and her girlfriend Gail. Like the three of us, they seemed perfectly happy with their arrangement. In fact it became somewhat easier. Byron would visit my mum and dad, if Victoria and Lizzie were together. Gail was the one who opened up about how things were. She and Lizzie had been together for several years and were going to get married. Emotionally, they were a perfect match. However, Lizzie had some sexual preferences, which Gail didn't entirely share. She would watch and masturbate as Lizzie and Victoria played with each other's arses. Lizzie also loved water sports. As I was aware, Victoria had no hang ups with pissing in public or being watched. I'd just never considered her doing it on anyone. It takes all sorts. Gail got her kicks from seeing her girlfriend get what she wanted, without having to do what she thought of as degrading Lizzie.

The stage of my descent into depravity, or ascent into enlightenment, depending on how you look at it, happened at Christmas. The seven of us decided to rent a large country house for a few days to celebrate. On the website it looked amazing. Huge dining hall, kitchen lounge and an indoor pool. Not to mention all of the bedrooms looked incredible. Huge spaces, four poster beds, lavish drapes, even a sofa. We packed up Jason's large SUV and five of us set off. We would meet mum and dad there. That was on the morning of Christmas eve. When we arrived, we weren't disappointed. The owners had decorated the house with a large tree, garlands, streamers and baubles. We unloaded the food and drink, our bags and started looking round. It was like a visit to a stately home. We had just finished our exploration when mum and dad arrived. We took our bags upstairs and selected our bedrooms.

Sharon and Jason cooked dinner on the first night. We drank some mulled wine early in the evening. A relaxed way to begin the festive season. We decided on a relatively early night. Christmas day would be long and would need some preparation. From the sounds emanating from across the hall, Byron and Victoria were the only ones interested in lovemaking.

We had agreed to have breakfast at about 9 but most of us woke earlier. Descending the staircase, I caught sight of the naked bums of Byron and Victoria, towels draped round their shoulders. They headed for the pool. I followed. I only had on one of the robes, I'd found on the back of the bedroom door. The room with the pool was lovely and warm. The two of them hung up their towels and dived in. I'd got used to seeing the two of them at home. It didn't make seeing Byron's member any less impressive. I hung up my robe and dived in after them. I love swimming and did a few lengths. They seemed less interested in swimming and more in floating and relaxing. Any way you looked at it, a nice way to start the day. I started to climb the ladder to get out. The two of them were looking up at me. Getting a good view up between my legs. I put on my robe. They followed wrapped in towels.

Reaching the lounge. Everyone else was dressed and contemplating breakfast. The three of us rushed to get dressed and join them. By mid morning, I began helping mum prepare our Christmas Lunch. Sharon put on some Christmas music and dad started getting drinks for everyone. Even with a massive lunch spread out and the seven of us round the table, we only took up half the space in the hall. Never the less, it was a really nice meal. Dessert accompanied by some sweet wine and coffee. We settled down to relax and play a few board games. A proper, traditional way to spend the afternoon. Dad and Jason mixed some cocktails in the evening and the mood started to become more frisky.

The lounge, if you could call it that, was huge and furnished with three huge sofas, capable of seating four people each. Sharon wiggled in between mum and dad on one. Victoria sat on Jason's lap. That left Byron and me on the other one. Not as forward as his girlfriend, he sat next to me. He leaned close to me, turning his head to my ear.

"Thanks for this morning. Don't tell Nina but your bum is better than hers."

"I suppose you got a good view of my pussy and arsehole."

"Better than good. I'm jealous. I bet Sharon and Jason love being with you. Victoria says you feel amazing."

"I'm not sure how to take that."

"I'm just saying that you are really hot and sexy. I'm not expecting anything to come from it. Seeing you gets me hard. Nina notices. When I'm with them, she keeps whispering, call me Clare."

"I'll have to have words."

There hadn't been much change in the others. They all looked very cosy. What were they talking about. Did Byron know if anything was being planned?

"No. We had a great fuck on that huge bed last night but Victoria hasn't said anything. I just assumed at some stage over these few days, we would be with Nina and Colin. It's not looking like that, is it?"

"I see what you mean."

Sharon had one hand each, on mum and dad's thighs. Mum's arm was round Sharon's shoulder draping down and her hand was brushing an erect nipple. Because of where we were sat and the way Victoria was across Jason's lap, we couldn't see his hand but if I had to guess, it was somewhere between her thighs. Was Byron bothered by that. He didn't show any signs of being so. Both of them regularly had sex with others, did it make a difference that it was Jason on this occasion? Sharon made a move from between my parents. She said nothing and started climbing the stairs. A couple of minutes later, mum and dad said goodnight and followed. Victoria and Jason showed no sign of moving. I looked at Byron. He nodded, stood up and we began to ascend the stairs.

Several of the bedroom doors were wide open with the lights on inside. Mum and dad's room was one of them. They and Sharon were naked inside. The size of the rooms meant that the bed was a fair distance from the doorway. The light in the hallway was dim. I supposed that they couldn't really see us, as we stood back in the shadows. Mum was on her back, with Sharon sat upright on her face. Stood in front of her dad, with his erect cock aimed at her mouth. He was every bit as long as mum had described and pretty thick with it. She began sucking him slowly. I'd seen her deepthroat Jason. I'd done that too but his was another order of magnitude. It didn't stop her. I was getting wet, watching my parents have sex, with the woman I lived with. I began to think about what the other member of our ménage a trois was up to. Sharon pulled her head away tipping it back and groaning as she came against mum's tongue.

The back of my skirt was lifted. A hand slid down the crease of my bum. The thong between my legs was soaking. Fingers ran across my anus, reaching my pussy. I bent my legs slightly opening myself to more. More is what I got. Fingers entered my vagina. I reached back with my right hand. I ran Byron's zip down. Forcing my hand inside, I extracted his cock from the gap in his boxers. His knob was huge, now that he was erect. He was also slick with pre cum.

I'd lost focus on the room. I blinked, resuming my gaze. Mum was face down. Feet on the floor, her body above her hips face down on the bed, looking away from us. Sharon was in the same position, laying on top of mum. Dad was standing between the two pairs of legs, lubing up his cock. With Sharon on top, he approached her first.

"Fuck! Fuck! Jesus Christ that's big. Slowly!"

Dad did as he was told and began to fuck her arse. Feeling an easing, he began to speed up. I think Sharon's hand was wedged between her and mum, working her clit. It didn't take many thrust for her to cum.

"Shhhhhit. Shit. Stop."

He pulled out and shove it in one thrust into mum's arse banging against two sets of female buttocks. I was impressed. Sharon was great at oral, she had sucked him. He'd fucked her up the bum now he was doing the same to mum. She needed a few more thrusts than Sharon but she grunted into the mattress. Dad pulled out and sprayed his huge jets of cum over both their arses.

Byron was shuddering as I rubbed his knob. I lifted my hand away and licked his juices off my fingers. Putting my index finger against my lips for him to be quite. We padded away, back the way we had come. Looking over the handrail on the landing, Victoria was facing in our direction, straddling Jason, riding his cock. I placed my arms on the handrail moving my bum provocatively. Byron took the hint, flicking my skirt up on to my back. He pulled my thong aside and pushed his knob into my pussy. Holy shit he's big. Bigger than anyone or anything I'd had in me before. In spite of his youth and size, he was gentle and considerate. He went slowly. At least to start with. I was sopping wet. He began piling into me hard, slapping against my arse. Victoria looked up and blew me a kiss.

She came at least twice while we were watching her. Her second was the trigger for mine as Byron's cock stretched me. He pulled out and I felt him against my anus.

"NO!"

I don't think he actually intended to fuck me anally. I'm not sure I could take that, even if the others could. Just the tip, maybe half his knob opened my anus and I felt the spurts of his cum enter me. As I collapsed to my knees, his still erect cock ran up between my cheeks. I was gasping for breath. As I came to my senses, mum and Sharon were stood a few feet away. They were naked an arm round each other's backs. Below me, I could hear the familiar sounds of Jason blowing his load. Victoria looked up and smiled. Byron being the gentleman, reached down a hand to help me up. By the time I was on my feet, I could see Sharon and mum turning to walk back to the room they had come from. Mum's bum wobbling slightly.

Victoria and Jason were climbing the stairs, together. When they reached us, Jason carried on walking and entered mum and dad's room, the one his wife had. He didn't say anything as he passed. In fact, it looked as if he tried to avoid eye contact. Was he ashamed or disappointed in himself? Victoria on the other hand seemed to be overjoyed. She and Byron led me to their room. What the hell was going on? I wanted to know.

"Did you and Sharon plan this?"

Victoria grinned as she started to undress. She dropped her skirt. A hint of something shiny on her thigh, her juices and Jason's cum?

"Of course. You can't blame mum for wanting to be with Nina. She looks so much like you. Besides, who wouldn't want to fuck Colin's big cock."

"Me for one. What about Jason? I was starting to get settled with him and Sharon. This has messed things up."

"Why? It just sex. They don't love you any less. Jason has had a bit of a thing about me, since before you were around. Why wouldn't he, just look at this."

I knew what she meant. She was now naked in front of me. Byron too, was beginning to strip off. I was clothed in their room with the pair of them naked.

She began unbuttoning my blouse. I did nothing to stop her. Byron undid the button and zip on the side of my skirt and it fell to the floor. Victoria pushed my blouse back off my shoulders. It followed my skirt to the floor. No bra today. Hands at my waist. His, hers or both. Whoever was doing it, my soaking wet thong went the same way as the rest of my clothes. Victoria took my hand and stepped forward towards the en-suite. The room I'd shared with Sharon and Jason had a standard, if huge bathroom. This was a wet-room of similar size. Twin basins, twin shower head, bidet and toilet. I headed for the latter as the two of them turned on the showers.

I sat and watched them wash each other. Not the best feeling having Byron's cum oozing and bubbling from my bum with the two of them stood just feet away. Byron vacated his shower and grabbed a towel. I took his place. Victoria wasted no time with getting her hands to work. She delighted in rubbing shower gel all over me. The soft smooth feeling of that and the warm water was what I needed to ease my mind. I think she would have made love to me there but she could tell that I was still a little tense. She pulled me close and gave me a hug under the stream from the shower. Byron returned with a fresh towel for me. His cock swinging free between his legs. We turned off the showers and I took the towel. Byron walked back to the bedroom.

"Amazing isn't he."

I couldn't disagree with that.

"What's his attitude towards Sharon?"

"I'm not entirely sure. I don't know if he wants to have her or not, or even if he's done it already. I can't blame him if he does. I've just fucked Jason."

"Would it bother you if he did?"

"No. Because I know that he will come back to me. The same way that I know mum and Jason will be back with you."

"It doesn't feel like that."

"Don't worry. I know it's mum's intention. You probably don't want to hear this but Byron and I know, that sex with Nina and Colin is incredible. We do a lot but we learned a whole lot more. You can't blame Mum and Jason for wanting to experience it."

I was starting to get the idea, that my parents loved sex in all its forms. What I had seen earlier was testament to that. I was a little surprised, given recent developments, that it had taken them so long to expand their horizons, beyond each other. Had my relationship with Sharon and Jason been the catalyst? I followed Victoria into the bedroom. Byron was dry and heading back to the bathroom with his towel. He took ours too, to hang them up. When he returned, I was happy to lay down and watch them make love. I think they were turned on by putting on a show for me.

I had experienced Byron's cock. It looked as if his oral skills were every bit as good. He brought Victoria to a couple of orgasms. She was breathing heavily. Byron got between her legs and placed his huge knob at the entrance to her vagina. He pushed in.

"Ooow."

On his haunches, he began to fuck her hard. She seemed to be used to this. More than I would have been, with someone his size. He took her clit ring between his finger and thumb. I couldn't really see what he was doing with it. Whatever it was, she was enjoying it. I couldn't resist rubbing my clit. Watching this young couple fucking hard and fast, was something I couldn't even have imagined seeing, a few months ago. I actually came before either of them. Victoria let out a yell, which startled me. Byron's orgasm was silent in comparison but the look on his face belied the intensity. His thighs trembled and his buttocks clenched time after time.

I got under the duvet. They were on top of it for quite a while, recovering. Victoria climbed in beside me, Byron on the other side. It didn't take any of us long to fall asleep.

I woke feeling cold. The duvet had been pulled off of me. Victoria was pushing up my legs. Without any preliminaries her lips began kissing my pussy. I was still coming to. I looked to my left. Byron was still sleeping. God, that was a different feeling. The piercing in her tongue added a new dimension. She was good, really good. Plenty of time with Lizzie, probably helped. Some thing was trickling across my anus, my juices, her saliva or a combination. Her tongue was producing vocal reactions. A finger stroked my arsehole. It pushed inside me and started moving in and out. More sensations. Another finger? Another. I was nearing an orgasm. It was building fast. Jesus, what did she have in my arse. A combination of that, her sucking and a few flicks with her tongue piercing and I was gone.

"N N N N aaaaah!"

A couple of flicks with the tongue ball produced aftershocks. She raised her head and directed it to my right. I looked. Mum was stood in the doorway. The little finger of her left hand hooked into her clit hood piercing. Her right hand rubbing furiously.

"Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh."

She looked directly at me and smiled before walking back in the direction of her room. Was this payback? Had she noticed me and Byron, when dad had anal with her and Sharon.

"That was amazing. Odd but amazing. That piercing feels strange. What did you do to me?"

"You shouted at Byron yesterday, to stop him. You could have let him."

She held up four fingers.

"All of them. All the way in. You need to be relaxed. Your dad showed me that."

"How long was she standing there?"

"Long enough to see the fingers and you cumming."

I got up, collecting my clothes from around the room. I thanked Victoria, not only for the sex but the conversation. Here I was, getting relationship and sexual advice from someone about half my age. I walked naked towards the room I had shared with Sharon and Jason. They were asleep in bed. Mum and dad came out into the hallway, not a stitch on.

"Coming for a swim?"

I dropped my clothes in a heap on the floor, picked up a towel and followed them to the pool room. It was as warm as yesterday. We hung up our towels and jumped in. The water was lovely and warm. Unlike Victoria and Byron, all three of us swim. We did quite a few lengths, dad managing a couple more than me and mum. When we had finished, we floated about in the shallow end to recover.

"Having a good Christmas?" Dad asked.

"It's been interesting. Eye opening and confusing."

"We need to thank you."

"Why?"

"We had a great time, if you know what I mean, when it was just the two of us. Your relationship with Sharon and Jason, has opened up a whole new world to us. It has been incredible."

"It's your whole new world that has got me confused. I was finally getting settled. Now I'm not sure what is going on."

Mum put her arm round my shoulder. No less weird when you are naked in a pool with your parents.

"It's an unusual situation. We have no plans to make any of the connections permanent. Nobody else has either. Sharon and Jason will be back with you. Besides, you seem to be having a pretty good time with Byron and Victoria." She said.

"You seemed to be getting as much out of that as I did."

She smiled and squeezed my shoulder. We left the pool wrapped in towels. Walking through the house, everyone else had surfaced and was dressed. We hurried upstairs, dressed and joined them for breakfast. Byron and Victoria's turn to prepare things. Sharon came and sat beside me at the table.

"Victoria says you are worried. Don't be. We don't love you any less. As I've said all along, we have fun. That's all this has been. We'll be home later today. Everything will be back the way it was."

"Except your arsehole." I whispered in her ear.

She burst out laughing. Everyone looked at her wondering what had caused the outburst. We kept it to ourselves. After breakfast we packed up our stuff and loaded the cars. I hugged mum and dad and they left just before us. The drive back was debrief time. We all agreed that the sex had been amazing. Even though at times, I struggled with the emotional and psychological aspects of our festive break.

It was nice to be back home and on what I considered a more stable footing. The two couples and the three of us, spending most of our time, in the established relationships. Talking things over, it was clear that Sharon had some of the same feelings as me. She avoided contact with Victoria and although tempted, Byron too. Even though I'd got used to seeing my parents naked and having sex, I had not interest in joining them. It was their view too. That being said, it wasn't unusual to see various combinations, involved in sexual congress. The more this happened, the more I got used to it. It just became normal, even for me.