Back at Home

In some ways my life is great. In other ways it is a disaster. I have a good job, which I love. Where things go wrong is in my personal life. Feeling that my biological clock was reaching it's sell by date, I leapt into marriage. It was a mistake. He was a nice enough man but there wasn't enough compatibility, for it to last in the long term. Even the short term. We parted ways after a year. The split was amicable. We are still on good terms. He recently remarried and I like both of them.

Where am I now? Forty years old and living back home with my parents, until I can sort myself out. They like having me around again and I feel comfortable here. I can't see it as a long term solution. I think it cramps their style somewhat. More so mum's than dad's. They had got used to being on their own again and liked it. I get the feeling that they are being more restrained, now that I am around. I would see the occasional glance and head shake. This was confirmed one night, when they had drunk a large quantity of red wine. I was upstairs on the landing, only lit by the lamps from the bedrooms. Dad came upstairs, flung his arms round me, grabbed my boobs and pressed his erection into my bum. He realised almost instantly he had got it wrong. He jerked back, like he had been struck by lightening. In his defence, I do look a lot like my mum. Although my boobs are smaller. Which was probably the giveaway.

"God Penny. I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry. Just a silly mistake."

Mum poked her head out of their bedroom door. Not just her head, her left breast too. I guess the two of them had planned some quality time. Dad mistimed his approach. Probably a result of the wine. Mum just smiled. Dad went into the bathroom and mum stepped out onto the landing. No attempt to hide her nakedness. This wasn't totally out of the blue. I would catch the odd glimpse, as she scurried to the bathroom. This was a bit different. She just stood there in front of me. Easy to see how dad could have made the error. Same hairstyle, dark and wavy. Similar height and figures. Her boobs are definitely bigger than mine and a little more saggy. Her pubes in a landing strip. I used to have the same, since the divorce, I had let it go.

"Are you OK love?"

"Apart from being groped by dad and you standing there starkers, I'm fine."

Neither of us said anything else. I went into my room and to bed. A lot of things on my mind. I tossed and turned unable to sleep. So many thoughts. Sure, I knew my parents had sex. They aren't that old. Mum's more blatant nudity was new. I had to admit, she didn't look bad. That pleased me. Hopefully, a sign for my future. Although, the way things were going, nobody would get to see me. Was it nice being touched? I wasn't sure about that. It was my dad, after all. Apart from mum's lack of modesty, the other revelation was dad's penis. It was certainly bigger than my ex husband's. I had a few boyfriends before I got married. None had anything more than about six inches, which was fine with me. A thought I shouldn't have. How big was dad? It felt big pressed into my bum. When he pulled away, the bulge in his trousers looked huge. I'd never seen any indication of it before.

That night, I did something I hadn't done in a while. I pulled out one of my vibrators and gave myself a vigorous fuck, whilst rubbing my clit. I masturbate quite a lot but recently only with my fingers. This felt great. I had a couple of really intense orgasms. Eventually, I fell asleep. Fitful with lots of thoughts churning round in my head.

The following day, as I pulled my car into the driveway, after work, dad was leaving.

"Alright Penny? See you in a while."

"Fine, thanks."

This was odd. Normally, by the time I got home, mum and dad were sitting down to eat dinner with me. Or, if I was working late, they had already finished. Dad never went out. I went indoors. Mum was sat in her favourite chair. This had the look of a lecture. The sort of thing I had been party to, many times before. I knew the routine. I sat down opposite her. Initially, she didn't say anything. So, I did,

"So, what's up? Dad doesn't go out in the evenings, so you have something to say."

"It's about last night. Alan is really sorry about what happened. Not to mention embarrassed. I have a feeling that you were uncomfortable seeing me. You probably worked out what we were going to do. It didn't happen. He was worried about you."

"I'm fine. You don't need to fret about me. It's not as though I've never had anyone holding my tits before. I will admit, I've not had anyone press something so big against my bum."

That seemed to break the mood a bit.

"Penny! That's your dad."

"I've seen enough to know what's what. It doesn't make me feel any better, that he couldn't get it up, after touching my boobs. They aren't that bad."

She couldn't help laughing at that.

"Things have changed. We expected to keep things hidden, when you were younger. That was a long time ago. You moved out and we got used to being on our own. You know we love you but we didn't expect you to move back in. That doesn't mean we are trying to get rid of you."

"Pleased to hear it. I'll find somewhere soon, hopefully."

Mum phoned dad on his mobile and told him to come back. No awkwardness, nothing said about what had happened the night before, or the conversation I'd just had with mum.

A couple of days later, I told mum that I wouldn't be back for dinner. I had arranged to view some prospective properties, with an estate agent, after work. I hated this. Most of the houses or flats, turn out to be worse than the photographs suggest. Unlike my previous viewings, there had been a lot, one of the houses looked nice. It would suit me fine. Not large but with some off street parking and in a nice neighbourhood. It wasn't too far from work either. The agent had been driving me round, as there were several places to see. As she was dropping me off at my car, Susan, who I work with, was walking past. She had been for a drink after work and was looking for somewhere to eat. I drove the pair of us to a local restaurant. We ate and I dropped her off home.

It was really late by the time I got home. After ten. The house was in darkness. Normally, if I'm late in, the hall light is usually left on for me. Not today. Had they assumed I'd met someone and was staying out. Fat chance. I ascended the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake them. I need not have worried about that. There door was slightly ajar, a very pale light spilling out onto the carpet. I couldn't help myself. I took a peep inside. Just one of the bedside lights on, but enough to light up the scene.

What the tiny bulb illuminated was as shocking as it was arousing. I was looking up the bed, from the foot, towards the head. There was mum, sat on dad's face, wriggling her arse and pussy against him. Her breast were swinging slightly with the movement. Leaning forward slightly, she had both of her hands on what had been pressed against my bum. How big? Eight, nine, ten inches or more. Whatever, half as long again as anything that had fucked me and fat with it. Circumcised the large purple helmet looked imposing. She was wanking him slowly, dragging her fist up and around his knob. Here thumb stroked the very tip as she did. Without any prior indication, she came and her hips shook.

"Fuuuuh."

Leaning forward, after a couple of seconds recovery, she took the tip of his huge member into her mouth. Her cheeks and mouth stretched, the knob slipped fully inside.

This was fucked up. I was watching my parents in a 69. What is more, my pussy was getting really wet. I could resist it no longer. I undid the waistband of my trousers and slid my hand inside. My hairy snatch and knickers were soaking wet. I started to run my fingers back and forth along my labia and up across my clit. I was keeping time with the bobbing of mum's head and the swinging of her tits.

She shuddered. If she had cum again any sound was suppressed by her mouth being full. She only had about a third of his length in her mouth. As she came, I did too. I bit the index finger of my left hand, to prevent myself being discovered. Mum lifted her head. A mixture of pre cum and dribble trickled from her mouth. Dad's cock was soaked. She got off his face, moved down the bed and turned to face him. Cocking her leg across him, she aimed his cock at her pussy. As she took him inside and started to lower, she let out a quiet,

"Oooooh."

He began thrusting up with his hips, to meet her as she rode him. She seemed to have no trouble with his girth, or most of his length. His hands grasped her buttocks. His fingers were digging into her flesh. If I thought the 69 was messed up, what happened next was totally out there. Adjusting his hands, he prised her cheeks apart and his left index finger sought her anus.

"No Alan, no."

He paid not attention and pushed one, maybe two joints inside. A couple more thrusts with his cock and she had a massive orgasm.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

I'd never had an orgasm from penetration alone. I always needed a bit of clitoral stimulation. Then again, I'd never had anything that big. Did that make the difference?

I knew about rubbing a cock through the anal membrane. I'd never experienced it. That was all he needed to set him off. He grunted several times, with his hips raised off the bed. The pain in my finger was excruciating as I came again.

I crept away quietly to my room. Careful to make no noise, opening or closing the door. A sudden wave of intense guilt swept over me. A forty year old woman getting off, watching her parents. It wasn't something I'd even thought about, at half this age. I'd never watched anyone have sex before. My ex had filmed us once but it didn't do anything for me. Was it the surreptitious nature of what I had done, that turned me on? I got undressed, I peeled off my pants. They were so wet, I probably needed to go and get cleaned up but I didn't want to create more noise. I climbed into bed and fell asleep, almost instantly.

I got my long awaited shower first thing in the morning. Dad had already left buy the time I got downstairs. I knew he had a meeting a couple of hours drive away and would be back late, as I had been, the day before. Mum was in the kitchen, sat at the breakfast bar, coffee in hand.

"Did you enjoy what you saw last night?"

I must have looked dumbfounded.

"I saw you when we were having oral. About ten inches rock hard and nearly 7 round, if you were wondering."

I was but it wasn't something I was going to admit to. She carried on.

"It scared me, the first time I saw it but he is really considerate and gentle. The sex is amazing. You didn't leave. You stayed and watched the rest didn't you?"

All I could do was give an embarrassed smile.

"It's OK. I don't care. You probably gathered that already. Why should I. I'm almost a pensioner and the sex is as good as it was when we first met. Probably not what you need to hear, in your current situation, sorry. I haven't told Alan you were there."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"Not if you don't want me to."

"How do you think he would react?"

"Probably like you did, by having a wank."

"You said he was considerate. You told him 'no' but he carried on."

"That wasn't about the finger. It was what would have come next. Even I wasn't ready for you to see that."

My jaw dropped.

"Catching flies?"

"Too much to process at this time in the morning. I need to get going, or I'll be late for work. Bringing things back down to earth. I may have found a house."

On my way to work, I couldn't rid myself of a disturbing mental image. Lots of people have anal sex. I have, with two boyfriends and my ex husband. None of who possessed a size like my dad. I actually didn't mind it. I couldn't imagine anyone, let alone my own mother, actually enjoying having something that big up their bums. It didn't seem as though she was that bothered about it, other than me not seeing it. Work was a blur that day.

I had booked a second viewing, at the house I liked the look of, as soon as I finished work. I met the agent there. Neither me nor my husband came out of the divorce with any money. Because we hadn't been in the house long, the sale just covered the mortgage. My job pays well enough, for me to afford a place on my own. I've had a mortgage offer on the table for a while. Until now, I just hadn't found the right property. I was fairly certain on this one. I'd take mum to look at it. If she thought it a good prospect, I would put in an offer. That would wait until the weekend. I got home as mum and dad were finishing dinner. They had left me some, so I ate alone. As my part of things, I did the washing up and went to join them in the lounge. There was a slightly strange atmosphere. Mum, spoke first,

"I told him."

I looked at dad. In a rather apologetic tone, he said,

"We thought you had hooked up and weren't coming home."

"I wish. I was eating dinner with Susan from work."

"Not been the best few days for you, has it? What's done is done. We can't go back and change things. We have to find a way of dealing with it. Whatever that is for each of us. I think we are sensible enough to talk things through. For my part, I'm still sorry I grabbed you."

"Like I said, it surprised me but that's it. I should have just gone back to my room last night, rather than watching. It's not something someone my age should be thinking of doing. I'm sorry too."

I thought that would be the end of things and that we would be back to normal. Mum had other ideas. While we were looking over my prospective new home, she was hatching a scheme. At first, I thought she was joking, or trying to provoke me. The more she talked, the more it became evident that she was serious. At first, I found the idea abhorrent. Why would anyone do that? Or, why would anyone let it happen. I put it out of my mind, to deal with my current need. I put an offer on the house. The agent phoned a couple of hours later, to tell me that it had been accepted. It would take at least a couple of months for the sale to go through, even though I had nowhere to sell.

Mum left me to think about what she had said. My mind was in turmoil. I was still guiltily masturbating, using the memory of what I had seen my parents doing. I was sure that mum was aware of that. Unlike biting my finger outside their room, I was a bit louder in my own room. What is more, when I moved in, I was doing it once a week or less. Now, I was getting myself off daily. On the odd occasion, several orgasms a night. Feeling more aroused than I had in years, I told mum that I would do it.

When the two of us were alone in the house, we started making preparations and planning what to do and when. I must admit to feeling incredibly self conscious, having my mother shave my pubic hair, to match hers. The scene was set for Saturday night. I would say that I wasn't feeling well and go upstairs for an early night. I got the lowdown on their routine from mum. Dad would shower first and wait for her. That done, our plan was put into operation. Mum went to the bathroom. The one who returned to their room would be me. I had a towel draped across my head and down across my breasts, trying to disguise the difference between us. The pubic hair adding to the picture. My heart was pounding, as I opened the door. As instructed, I left the door ajar. I'd been told that only one bedside lamp would be on. She was correct. Also that more often than not he would have an erection, in anticipation of what was to come. Again she was right.

I took a deep breath. I crawled on to the foot of the bed, being careful not to dislodge the towel and reveal the deception. Approaching his member, seeing it close up, I wasn't even sure I would be able to manage what was intended. As thick as my wrist and as long as my forearm. The towel touched his stomach and I was covered. Using both hands, I began massaging his balls and stroking the rock hard monster. Running my fingers across his knob, it was already slick with pre cum. Summoning up some courage and trying to ignore who I was going to do it to, I moved my mouth to his knob. I kissed it. Warm, wet and enormous. Holding his shaft upright, I began sliding my lips up and down the smoothness of his glans. Slightly salty. I've done it enough times to know what to expect. Unlike mum, just the knob was all I could manage to fit in. Sucking hard and rubbing with my tongue, I could feel his body tensing. A stroke of his balls, they tightened. He grunted and my mouth was flooded.

Mum, as planned had been stood just outside the door. She crept inside, leant over and kissed him. I would have loved to see the look on his face.

"Was she as good as me?" She asked.

He didn't answer. Mum reached down and pulled away the towel. I slowly drew my lips back across his knob. He grunted and shook. He said nothing. He just stared and lay there with is mouth open. Stunned, disgusted or a bit of both. From my point of view, I'm not the greatest fan of cum. I used to spit it out with my husband. I had no option here. The size of his knob, meant getting it out in a hurry wasn't on. I gulped and swallowed as quick as I could.

We had discussed possible outcomes. If he seemed OK with it, then I would stay and see where things went. That seemed not to be the case. I slid back off the bed, naked to his view. I turned and stood for a couple of seconds. Was he checking out my bum? I walked out slowly, closing the door as I went. They would have a lot to talk about. I much to consider.

Back in my bed, a strange feeling, not guilt, uncertainty and worry. This must have been what dad experienced, when he grabbed my tits. I was complicit in mum's plan. Had we gone too far, crossed a boundary? I presumed so. No sound from their bedroom. Presumably not a good sign. Talking quietly? Silent anger? No way of knowing. I had most definitely done something wrong but not entirely of my own making. I slept. At least on and off, how long for, I couldn't tell. At some point, the door opened, through squinting eyes, mum silhouetted in the doorway. The door closed and she got in beside me. She pushed her arm under my neck and pulled me close. This was almost as strange and what I had done earlier. The two of us naked, bodies touching.

"Are you alright?" She asked

"Just about."

"Don't worry. You did great. His cock is amazing isn't it?"

"That's one way of describing it. My jaw aches."

She hugged me tight, kissed my cheek went back to her room. I slept again.

Sunday morning's are always relaxed. No rush to do anything or go anywhere. Mum would cook breakfast and we would sit around drinking tea or coffee. Today, scrambled eggs on toast, followed by coffee. It was as if the events of last night had never happened. Decision made, I took the initiative, turning to dad,

"I'm can only apologise, for what happened last night."

"Not your fault. I know it was Pam's idea. A well executed stunt. I would never have known."

Mum not apologetic at all smiled.

"Out with it Pam. What is the endgame here?"

"That's down to Penny. Leave things as they were or as they are."

"Not just me. All three of us are in this, up to our necks. At our ages, we should have known better."

"You already know my view." Mum said.

Dad and I wanted time to think. We took a second cup of coffee out to the garden and stood talking. I've always had a great relationship talking to mum. Of late, that had become more explicit. I've got on fine with dad. He has always looked out for me and helped me out when I needed it. I've never talked about anything personal with him. That was going to have to change.

"I don't really know where to start. You probably know, I've not been with anyone, since the divorce. That has been frustrating. What with you feeling me and what I saw with you and mum, got me to do something I shouldn't have. I can't say that all of it wasn't exciting, because it was."

"Pam seems to find this amusing and she's having fun with it but she knew what was going on from the start. I made an error of judgement to begin with and only found out about you watching and the blowjob, after the fact. The way you walked in and how you looked, it was just like Pam, after she's washed her hair. It still felt wrong, knowing I'd ejaculated into your mouth."

"I discussed that with mum. I knew you would. It's not like I've not had that happen before. You probably didn't want know about that. I don't suppose many dad's want to think about their daughters having sex. I'm OK with it."

That was what had already happened dealt with. We needed to decide what the future held for the two of us. Mum seemed more than happy to carry on but where would that lead? She was happy to be in bed with me. Did she mean that to go further? I wasn't sure how I'd feel about that. I've never been against trying new things. Being with a woman wasn't something which had crossed my radar. I was brought back to the present.

"What do you want to do? Pam has always been the one to call the shots, in this regard. I, no we, have a chance to decide for ourselves."

"I can't say I'm not curious to see what happens, if we carry on. I do have one reservation."

"I can guess. Pam was the same, when we met. I think that is how she started controlling things, going at her pace. You decide, how far you want to take things."

I giggled. Did he mean that the way it came out. I wasn't actually sure I could take his size at all. Without explicitly stating anything, we had tentatively made a decision. Whether it was the right one, who knows. For almost everyone, it would certainly be the wrong one. Mum seemed delighted at the outcome. Dad and I were rather more nervous about whether it would cause problems.

If it went wrong, it would be awkward in the few weeks, before I was able to move out. That night we all got showered and dried. No need for privacy, based on previous events. Even when dad's cock was soft, it was massive dangling between his legs. Thinking about it, it explained why he never wore tight trousers. It felt a bit strange, the three of us standing naked in their room. How do you even start something like this? Mum had decided on that. I was directed to lay on the bed.

Were my erogenous zones and likes the same as hers? We were so similar in many ways, at least physically, it seemed likely. Her hands stroked my face, neck and chest. At the other end of the bed, dad seemed be be intent on using his mouth, as I had done to satisfy him. He was sucking my big toes, one at a time. A strange feeling and not unpleasant. Nobody had ever done that to me before. His lips worked very slowly up my legs. Simultaneously, mum had moved down to my breasts. Not large but I liked them. Even at my age, little to no sag and my nipples look great, if I say so myself. Had she ever done this with anyone else, or was she doing what she found arousing? Having two people trying to satisfy me was an incredible feeling. That is is you ignore the fact that I'm their daughter.

My inner thighs were being stroked. No, brushed with lips. By instinct, I lifted my knees and let them fall sideways. He must now have a view of my most private parts. What was his intention? If it was as I suspected, would I be able to cope? His hands slid beneath my buttocks. Was he going to probe my bum, as he had mum's. He was avoiding it for now. His tongue was at my perineum. I always liked pressure here. Mum's hand was stroking down my stomach, as she continued to lick and suck at my nipples. The tongue at my pussy was running up between my lips, occasionally dipping inside. Not in any rush to get me to a climax. In less of a hurry than anyone who had gone down on me before. Mum's hand had reached what little pubic hair I had left. No attempt to touch my clit. Just massaging the slight bulge of my pubis. I could tell, that when it arrived, this orgasm was going to be a biggy. Seconds later, a tongue brushed up and over my clit, just once,

"Fuuuuuuck!"

I ground my groin against dad's face. Mum's lips met mine. I could feel my face flushed with blood. I had tried to lower my legs, with dad between them, I couldn't. His hands still holding my bum, his arms restricted my movement. I was still trying to cope with the feelings I'd just had, when my view changed from the ceiling to mum's arse. Was she expecting me to satisfy her pussy. She was wet. Turned on by watching me cum? I couldn't see anything but her buttocks. My legs were being pulled. Did she have them? It felt like it, raised high. I was expecting the assault of dad's huge dick. It didn't come. His lips and tongue continues to massage my clit. I wasn't concentrating on mum. Would she mind? I had my tongue inside her pussy. I tried to poke upwards. Feeling what I was trying to do, she bent forward to bring her clit to my tongue. She was doing the work here.

The sensations I was having were intense. The oral I was getting from my dad was out of this world. Mum must love getting this on a regular basis. Just once was fantastic. Another orgasm was building, before it hit, the grinding of mum's clit against my tongue brought about hers.

"Oooooh. Penny, yesssss."

Her juices were coating my tongue and she kept grinding. I was lost. Dad sucked my clit between his lips, I grunted into my mothers soaking pussy. I wanted to move my legs, they were still held tight. All of a sudden, a gush of fluid,

"AHHHHH, FUUUCK. What?" From mum, as she came again.

She shifted forward instantly, to relieve the pressure on her clit. My tongue still stuck out, ran along her pussy lips and her anus with her rapid movement. She let go of my legs. The relief of this slight release was short lived. I felt them against dad's arms. Here it comes. I was right. I felt something against my pussy. In my current state, I must have been as wet as I had ever been. I'd tasted his copious pre cum. I hoped it was enough. His control was incredible. Slow and gentle. I suppose with that size he got used to it. Even so,

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Ouuph."

As his full girth stretched me wide. Fingers on my pubic mound. Mum's? I thought so. Pulling up and out on the skin around my clit. Fraction by fraction, withdrawing and pushing, a twinge. From holding and sucking him, I knew the fattest part of his cock was around half way. I think I was there. My breaths were short and sharp. With mum's move, my only view her buttocks and up her back. I reached out a hand to his abdomen, deep enough. Taking my guidance, he began to fuck me, slowly and deliberately. The feeling of such a large, warm cock inside me was hard to describe. His speed increased but he was careful not to go too deep. I'd certainly not experienced anything like it. Then,

"URRRRRRRRR!"

Probably the most insanely hard orgasm of my whole life. I bucked and shook. No direct contact with my clit, just my clit hood pulled back. Was he deeper? With my thrashing, he had less control. The clamping of my muscles too much for him to hold off. He let out a really loud,

"HAAAAR!"

With the intensity I had seen them fuck, no wonder mum came with out having her clit rubbed. That was a first for me. It had to be the last, at least for now. I don't think I could take any more. Mum got off me, allowing me some more movement. I could now see down my body. Dad knelt between my legs a grimace on his face. He began to pull his cock out. I guessed it was starting to soften. It still felt enormous. It was free.

"Ooow."

I put my hand down. Oh my god. My pussy was like a cavern. I felt his cum running on to my fingers. I lay inert. Mum cuddled up beside me. No voices, just the sound of our breath. Several minutes passed and dad lay down on the other side of me. I reached out a hand and ran it across his now soft knob.

"Fuck!"

Still sensitive. Even so, he kissed my forehead. I slept. Did they also? I guess so. I woke, what must have been hours later. It was totally dark. I was still between them. I was starting to feel cold. I slid down the bed. Looking back, they looked peaceful. I went back to my room and slid beneath the duvet. How can you come to terms with what had happened. Physically it was unbelievable. However, they were still my parents. I was too tired to contemplate it. More sleep.

I was woken by mum sitting on the side of the bed. She had brought me a large mug of tea. She stroked my hair, just like she did when I was little. I didn't know what to say. I need not have worried about starting the conversation, mum did,

"Sorry about last night, I couldn't help it"

"Help what?"

"I squirted on you. It's only happened once before. The sight of Alan in you and your tongue was too much."

"Don't worry. I didn't notice. Hard to concentrate on anything much, with all that going on."

She kissed my forehead and left me to drink my tea. I couldn't help reaching down to feel my vulva. Just to make sure all was as it should be. I had irrational visions of being permanently stretched. Definitely a bit tender but otherwise OK. I would definitely need time to recover. I think mum and dad would too, last night seemed to be a lot for all of us.

I finished my drink, showered and dressed. Mum and dad were eating breakfast. Cereal and toast set out on the dining table. I sat and helped myself. I was so strange to be back to a normal morning, after what had happened. No mention of it at all. I suppose when I thought about it, I didn't have a debrief in the morning, with anyone else I'd had sex with. Why should I expect one now.

A couple of nights later, I needed the toilet and got out of bed. I don't think it was that late. Mum's door wasn't closed shut but it wasn't quite as open when I'd watched them. However, I could still see inside. Probably no chance of being seen, this time. It was completely dark on the landing. The noises within were unmistakable but different. My eyes adjusting, I could see why. Dad was on his back. Mum squatting on him, facing down the bed towards me. She was leaning back slightly, rubbing her pussy. The entire length of dad's huge cock up her arse. I just couldn't imagine that. Dad was moving his hips but so slightly it was hard to see. The look on mum's face a difficult to determine, pain or ecstasy. Her pussy open as I presumed mine had looked. She was rubbing hard. Much harder than I ever did. Her legs started to shake, moving in and out. All of a sudden, her knees closed trapping her hand.

"FUCK YES!"

A couple of barely audible grunts from dad and I backed away. I still needed the toilet. Would the flush alert them to the fact that I had been awake, up and about? Would they even mention it. I wasn't going to. Mum hadn't wanted me to see her doing it anyway. There was no way I even wanted to try, what I had just witnessed.

Nothing else happened for a couple of days. What I had seen put me off my stroke. I didn't even masturbate. Dad was leaving for a few days. He was lecturing at a convention for his industry. A few days away, all expenses paid in a swanky hotel.

The two of us, left to our own devices, had nothing to do but talk during the evening. I was reaching the limit of what I wanted to experience, with my mother's games. It had at least straightened a lot of things out in my mind. The orgasm with dad's massive cock had been incredible but at the same time, it wasn't comfortable. Not just mentally, it was my father after all but physically. My mum may love the size. For me, an average bloke was more to my liking. On the other hand, having a pussy on my mouth, hadn't freaked me out. Although mum did most of the work, grinding against me, I wouldn't mind trying it again, with someone else. Perhaps being more active in it myself. Not that I would know, how to go about finding someone.

Our conversation that night started out normally enough. Normal mother and daughter stuff. Work and my impending move. It moved on to dad being away. This happened really infrequently. I'm not sure but I think they had been apart only three or four times during their marriage. With her usual bluntness,

"I suppose it's time for my battery powered friend. Not needed that often these days. I have your father for that........ You saw the other night, didn't you?"

"That's on you. If you don't want me watching, shut your door. I thought you were winding me up, or joking about doing anal. That must be bloody painful."

"It's fine, now."

"Now?"

"Your right, it wasn't great, to start with. Alan didn't want to do it. I made him. Bravado on my part. Giving birth is the closest approximation I can give. That was just a couple of inches. I couldn't even think about an orgasm. Now, it's amazing."

"I'll take your word for it. I'm never going to find out."

"You need butt plugs. I wish I'd had all of mine back then."

"Christ mum. All, how many do you have?"

"Enough. Maybe a dozen."

"Can we change the subject? I don't think I need to know any more about your habits. I wasn't going to say a thing about the other night."

"Fine. Just saying, you'd love it."

"Not happening. Enough is enough."

I went to get the bottle of wine, to top up our drinks and halt the flow. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind anal. I'm just not interested in having my anus ripped apart. At the end of the evening, mum went up to bed first. I let her settle, taking another glass of wine, before I went up. Very funny. Stuck by suction cup on my bedroom door, a large black butt plug. It was as least as thick as dad's cock, if not thicker. I opened the door went inside, closing it behind me, leaving the plug where it was. I could hear mum laughing in the hallway. She had obviously been waiting to see my reaction. When I woke in the morning, it was gone.

My time at home came to an end shortly afterwards. I moved to my new place. Dad helped me move all of my stuff. We talked a lot, while we were setting things out. He definitely felt as awkward, as I did, about what had happened. Both of us had enjoyed the sex but there was a lot of guilt, on both sides. No matter what mum might think or say, the two of us resolved that there would be no repeat performances.

It was nice to have my freedom and privacy again. I lived a quiet life, at least for a little while. I resigned myself to my sex life, entirely dependent upon masturbation. It was fine, as far as it went. The fantasies I used, for the most part, involved my parents. I needed to break this cycle. It had become so ingrained, that it was virtually all I thought about, when I had an orgasm.

Salvation came from an unexpected source. A new woman started at our company. My boss had left for another, better paid job. I had thought about applying to replace him but it was around the time of my house move and I didn't need the stress, or the extra responsibility at the time. Diana seemed nice enough. Always hard to tell what someone is really like, in this situation. They want to get on with their staff. You never know if further down the line, they will become more dictatorial. She didn't give off that aura. Smart from day one. Business suits every day, jacket, blouse and either trousers or a pencil skirt. She called me in to her office, during her first week and set out her view on our work. It all seemed fine to me. Not much different to her predecessor. As time went on, we got on really well. We began eating lunch together and having the occasional drink on a Friday after work.

I found out that she was five years older than me. Married but with no children. She and her husband had decided on their careers. I told her about my disaster of a marriage and the reason I'd jumped in to it in the first place. Also about my now solo life, in my new house. She was surprised that I hadn't gone for her job but definitely understood, when I explained why.

On one of our Friday drinks, we arrived at our usual bar. She walked across to a table and kissed the man sat there. Her husband, Oliver. I estimated, about the same age as her. Handsome, dark hair, neatly cut. Smart, like her. He stood and shook my hand. A firm grip. He had been at a meeting close by, so they had arranged to meet. He was well educated, polite and funny. Why didn't I meet someone like this. I admit I was jealous. A professional couple with good salaries and very few ties. OK, they had the stress of their jobs but it must be nice. I finished my drink and took my leave. I didn't want to cramp their style.

At work the following week, Diana was surprised that I had left.

"There wasn't any need for that. It's not like we are starstruck lovers. We're a middle aged couple. We have plenty of time together. Come to dinner at the weekend, if you are free."

She said they would pick me up on Saturday at 7. I made an effort with my appearance. I didn't go out much these days. One of my best dresses, some nice shoes and even a bit of makeup. I didn't usually use any. I was a bit surprised when a large black car turned up. Not Oliver or Diana. The driver rang the doorbell. I picked up my handbag and closed the door on my way out. The driver held the rear door for me. It took about twenty minutes to arrive at their house. Large, suburban but nothing too flashy. The driver opened the door for me. He drove off as I walked up the path to the front door. Diana opened it and showed me inside.

Oliver opened an expensive bottle of champagne with a loud pop and poured three glasses. We responded in like, to his excited,

"Cheers."

Just general small talk and an apology from him this time, for making me think I should leave them in the bar. Dinner was delicious. White fish, Turbot? in white wine, potatoes and fresh vegetable. A home made gooseberry fool for dessert. I'm a sucker for puddings. Expensive wine with the main course, coffee and brandy to finish off. We took our glasses to the sitting room. A lovely relaxed evening, almost like being at a high class restaurant but without having to worry about paying the bill.

As we sat nattering, it looked as if Diana was building up to say something. Was it something which may offend? Was she worried about how I may react? We would have to work together, whatever the outcome. Had I given off signals which would prompt something contentious? I didn't have long to wait.

"You have seen us as we are at work. Not too different to how you find us now. We keep different parts of our life compartmented. At work and now this is the public us. The private us, is somewhat different. I have a feeling that you may understand what I'm getting at. If not, just ignore what I've said."

"A bit cryptic for me. If I catch your drift. Your personal life isn't what anyone would expect, from looking at you."

"Are you interested in what that might be?"

"I'm not going to be shocked, if that is what you are worried about. I also not going to tell anyone else. Yes, I'm interested."

"We are a passionate couple. We like to experiment and experience different things. It sometimes includes more than just the two of us. At the moment, we don't have a significant other."

"Are you suggesting that I might fill that role?"

"If you want to. I know we aren't that young. Nor are we model material. So we we fully understand if you don't want to. All we want to do is enjoy ourselves."

"Can I take some time?"

"Certainly. We weren't expecting and immediate answer."

The evening wound down. Oliver made a quick phone call and the driver arrived to take me home. I thanked them for a great evening and bid them goodnight.

Theoretically, this could be amazing. A ready made threesome with a couple who were obviously used to it. It could also be a disaster. Was sleeping with your boss a good idea? I really like my job. With no relationship, it is about the only good thing I have going for me. Would an issues with Oliver and Diana cause me problems at work. I hoped not. They had said that they kept things separate. I did have something to lose. It was a lot actually. I was willing to give it a try but needed some assurances. I needed to talk to Diana.

On Monday lunchtime, I bought two coffee's and we went to sit on a bench in the park. What I had to say, I didn't want overheard. I gave her my decision, provisional on the assurance that it wouldn't affect my job. Duly received. As she pointed out, she had as much to lose, if not more, should details of what she did, leak out. I was given an indication that under the business suits may not be what I was expecting. I just hoped it didn't mean that Oliver's cock was as big or bigger, if that was possible, than my father's.

We arranged for me to visit on Saturday, arriving at 7pm. This time to stay over. I would drive. How should I dress? What should my appearance be? I still had some fancy underwear. I had bought it to impress my husband. A bit of a waste of money, as it turned out. Luckily, it still fitted. Black satin, bra, suspenders and knickers, which didn't cover much. A quick try on, showed some pubic hair sticking out of the sides. I decided for the first time in my life, to shave it off completely. Not a bad look and it felt nice and smooth. Would this meet their expectations? What was I expecting of them? Only time would tell. All sorts of possibilities crossed my mind. Diana was playing her cards close to her chest. Quite a decent sized chest, if the bulge under her jacket was anything to go by.

Early on Saturday evening, I checked and double checked how I looked in the mirror. I packed and repacked my bag. Finally, I put my bag on the passenger seat and drove to their house. Oliver opened the door.

"Hello, very nice. Come in. Diana is just setting out some food."

He took my bag and went upstairs with it. Diana waved for me to join her. I followed her through the lounge and into the dining room. A nice looking buffet was set out. Oliver returned. He poured us some wine from a fancy decanter and we sat to eat. I was a bit nervous and didn't eat much. Despite her protestations, I helped Diana clear things away. By the time I was on to my third glass of wine, my nerves seemed to have quelled. We finished our drinks and Diana took my hand. Time to go upstairs and see what would be revealed.

Diana pointed to the room I had been given. She almost pulled me into their room. Every bit as large as I had expected. The bed was huge. A super king? There was only just enough room in my bedroom at home, to fit a double. There was a full sized couch and lots of cupboards and wardrobes. I think she wanted to put me at my ease. She began to undress first. I had already noticed some bulges in her blouse. She never removed her jacket at work. She pulled her loose fitting blouse over her head and dropped it on to the sofa. Her breast were pretty big. The nipple region of her cream bra, the cause of the bumps I had seen. She unclipped it and cast it aside. She wasn't wrong about what was beneath the clothes.

Around each nipple, a metal disc, which seem to be engraved. They were held in place by a bar through each nipple. Considering the size of her boobs, very little sag. I could hardly take my eyes off what had been beneath her bra. Trying to concentrate, she had a ring through her belly button. For my benefit, she placed a hand beneath each breast, lifted them and pushed them together. She was definitely going to be disappointed in what I had to offer in return.

She undid her skirt, a wrap around affair. If fell to the floor. No stockings, just a small triangle of cream silky material. The lower edge already disappearing between her pussy lips. No disguising another bump. It had to be another piercing. She undid the laces at the sides and let the ribbon and triangle fall. As bald as my pussy but more puffy. A thick metal ring through her clit hood. The overall look, impressive. Slightly taller than me, broader but not at all fat. She bent down to pick up her skirt and thong. As she did, she turned her bottom to me. My mum would approve. Between her buttocks, the base of a shiny red jewel butt plug. She was in no hurry to stand. Making sure I got a good view.

I could feel Oliver behind me. His arms appeared around my waist. He had been wearing a long sleeved shirt. His arms were now bare. Had he undressed while I had been watching Diana? His skilled hands undid the buttons of my dress and slid it back off my shoulders. I felt his breath on the small of my back as he lowered my dress to the ground. I stepped out of it and he tossed it to Diana. She placed it with her clothes.

His lips brushed the back of my neck. It sent a shiver through my body. He undid my bra. Diana moved forward, holding the shoulder straps and lifted it away. I like my nipples but my breasts aren't that big and sag more than Diana's. She ran the palm of her hand across both of my nipples. As she did, Oliver was sliding my knickers down. A kiss planted on each buttock. As he reached my feet, I stepped out of them. Again they were tossed to Diana. Instead of dropping them on the sofa, she raised the gusset to her nose and sniffed deeply.

Oliver had only seen my back. His hand slid down the crease in my bum and between my legs. All the way through to my smooth pubic mound. He removed his hand and his naked body touched my back. He whispered in my ear,

"Amazing."

Diana approached me. Her breasts against mine, I was held tight between them. She took my head in her hands and kissed my lips. Softer and more gently than any man. They were having their way with me. I decided it was time for me to get in on the act. I slid my hands down Diana's back and cupped her buttocks. Larger than mine but with a similar feel. Slightly firm. I slid my right hand between us and took hold of the ring in her clit hood. I'd no idea about anything like this. Did it hurt? How gentle did you have to be? I decided not to push my luck. I slid my hand lower. She shuffled her feet slightly. Her whole vulva felt larger than mine. Her inner labia poking out, wet to the touch. She sighed.

Meanwhile, Oliver was chancing his luck. A wet finger, saliva? ran back and forwards across my anus. I arched my back slightly pushing my bum backwards. I felt his finger push inside. He bit my earlobe and whispered,

"Naughty girl."

It had been a long time since anyone had called me a girl. Diana stepped back and to my right. Oliver spun me round and kissed me. I could feel his cock against my abdomen. Definitely not huge. Thank god. I slid my hand down for a feel. I jerked it away instantly. Diana, now at my back said,

"They are called pearls. Don't be shocked."

I put my hand back. I moved down slowly from his knob. Circumcised. Lovely and smooth, not too big. Along his shaft several bumps below the skin, maybe the size of a pea or a bit smaller. Long ish, maybe 7 inches but not thick. Like me and Diana, not a hair to be felt, even on his large scrotum. His cock was a bit longer than average. His balls a lot bigger than any I'd held.

Diana moved away. Oliver scooped me up and carried me to the bed. He deposited me about a six inches from the foot of the bed. I had expected him to continue. Instead, Diana stood at the foot of the bed, lifted my legs, bent over and began to lick and suck my pussy. Lifting my head slightly, Oliver had got behind her, grasped her hips and thrust into her pussy. What did it feel like with those bumps on his dick?

Had she got an indication from Oliver? As she sucked hard on my clit, I felt my arsehole being stretched. That was more than one finger. She was easing them in and out. This went on for some time. It felt amazing.

"OH! OH! AHHHHH!"

That was intense. No let up. No more than a couple of minutes later, I came again,

"FUUUUUUCK"

My clit was throbbing, my anus twitching. She released her lips from my clit, her fingers left my anus. She stood up. At some point Oliver had stopped fucking her. I'd been too lost to know when. He held my legs up and pushed just the helmet of his cock inside me. Slowly bead by bead, he eased his shaft into me. A strange feeling. Fully embedded he withdrew. His strokes long, slow and deliberate. The more he went on the faster his thrusts. I was fit to bust. Diana, place her hand on my pubic mound, pulled upwards and rubbed her index finger directly on my clit.

"YAAAAAAAAH!"

Did I actually squirt. I have no idea. Whatever happened, I was really wet. Oliver was still holding my legs. He withdrew his cock. Diana's hands were everywhere. Feeling down she took hold of him and pushed him against my anus. I'd never done it after cumming. I was throbbing and twitching. I pushed out hard.

"Hoooo."

Fuck, he was in. It felt like one bead inside before he came. Diana moved close to me. She kissed my lips. That was extreme and intense and I don't think she had cum at all. She didn't seem to mind, she was smiling. Oliver withdrew his cock, he walked to the door, went outside, closing it behind him.

"Just the two of us now." She said.

I heard some running water. Presumably Oliver in the shower. I think she knew I needed to recover. She just held me in her arms. As I began to feel more relaxed and coherent, I stroked her left breast and began fingering her piercing and the small disc behind it.

"Like them?"

"Your tits, or the jewellery? Both are great."

I pushed her onto her back and took her nipple into my mouth. An interesting sensation. Flesh and metal. I fondled the other one. The flesh of both crinkled and rose. Did the discs dig in? I took a bar between my finger and thumb and pulled slightly. She gasped. I nibbled into the other one. She groaned. Did she like things rough? I bit into her nipple.

She giggled. I straddled her hips and began to kiss, suck and nibble at her breasts and nipples. I slid my hands down her sides. Lovely soft skin. I inched down her body kissing her abdomen as I went. I even tugged at the ring in her navel with my lips. My feet slid along her legs. I lifted a knee in turn, to bring them between her legs. I lifted her thighs. She pulled them back, so that the fronts of the thighs were almost on her stomach. Her vulva bulged enticingly. It also brought the base of her jewelled plug in to view.

I slid down and began to run my tongue over her outer labia. Soft and slightly wrinkled. Her inner lips extending half an inch or more. I took them between my lips and squeezed. She was as wet as I imagined myself to be. I began exploring with my fingers. Middle fingers one on each of her inner lips, pulling them apart. Wide open with little effort. It looked as if she could cope with a huge cock. Even her peehole looked big. I'd looked at myself in a mirror. My urethra was tiny compared to hers. I'd heard of people sticking things in there. Did she? I took hold of her hood piercing, I moved it different directions holding it away from her body. Her clit exposed, looked lovely. Bigger than mine, even when I reached orgasm.

I started running my tongue up and down her wide open pussy. No messing about.

"Suck my clit. Suck it hard."

I held the ring between my left index finger and thumb and did as she asked. She was starting to thrust her hips up to my mouth. Remembering what she had done to me, I put my right hand down to her plug. I pulled on it. It took some effort. Then a sudden easing. It was out.

"Oooph."

I lifted it to to look. Christ, it was huge. Almost 2 inches across. I put the pointed tip against her anus and pushed slightly. I began to fuck her arse with it. Pushing to the widest extent but not letting the it go beyond.

"Fucking bitch! AHHHHHH!"

I pushed the plug home.

"SHIT."

I continued sucking. She was panting hard. As her second orgasm hit, I pulled out the plug.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

She was bucking and shaking. Had I gone to far? Been too rough?

"I'm sorry." I said.

I moved up the bed and knelt beside her. I was genuinely worried about her. She looked over. She must have seen the panicked look on my face. Still breathing hard, she reached over and stroked my knee. A few seconds later, she grinned.

"Don't worry. If you really hurt me, you'd know about it. Be as rough as you want to. That was incredible. I'm glad I took a risk."

"I am too. Although having Oliver cum in my arse first time out was a bit of a surprise. Why did he leave?"

"You are my discovery. If you want to, there will be plenty of time for the three of us."

So it was, that I found what I had been looking for. No need for another marriage. No guilt or unusual feelings, as I had with my parents. No ties, no pressure, just sex and enjoyment. I spent most weekends with them, weekdays at my house. Over the following weeks, I learned a lot about them, both in the bedroom and by talking to Diana.

It was an eye opening education. Oliver had also had a butt plug inserted, when he fucked me. Diana taught me how to peg him with a strapon. His cumshots were incredible. Both of them used metal sounding rods in their urethras. It looked interesting but it did make me want to cross my legs. There was never any pressure on me, to try anything like that, if I didn't want to. I did get used to wearing butt plugs. Nothing like the size my mother or Diana used. It was fun being at work and telling my boss what was in my bum. She did, as I thought, like things big. Her sex toy collection was extensive, lengthy and girthy. Too big for me. Not that I ever needed things like that, when I was with them.

My work and personal life, now on an equally great footing. No need to tell my parents about Oliver and Diana. As far as they are concerned, I've got used to the single life, living on my own. Nor to to confess to my incestuous interlude However, I almost let it slip out, when telling Diana, that I had experienced sucking and being fucked by and enormous cock. I get the feeling that Oliver and Diana wouldn't mind but it's not something I'm prepared to share. Despite that close call, all is right with my world.