Sex in New York Pt. 03

'Peter, you said earlier that you knew my Mum and Dad very well and smiled. Do you want to tell me what you meant?'

He paused for a while. 'Well,........ I'm not sure I should.'

Charlotte stroked his chest 'I promise I won't tell them, trust me.'

'It was a few years ago. I was staying in a hotel in London - at a business conference. One evening I was sitting in the bar, wishing my wife had come with me. Your Ma came in, alone, and stood at the bar, just as I was getting a refill. She smiled at me and I said something - I forget what - and we continued to chat. After a while I suggested she sit with me in one of the alcoves, and smiling she did so. She said that your Dad was staying in the hotel, but he wouldn't be down for a while. Anyway, I really enjoyed her company, not least because she had on a very revealing summer dress. There was plenty of leg on show, and a very appealing cleavage.'

'Typical of mum. She enjoys teasing other men.'

'She could see I was looking, and I didn't stop. In fact, I made it obvious and she lapped it up. Sooner than I had expected your Dad appeared. I hadn't expected him so soon, but I think it had all been set up.

He said 'I hope you've been looking after my wife. You are getting on well I see.'

I grinned and said  'We are. She's a very attractive lady.' '

'She certainly is. Look, I just came down to get a bottle of Scotch; we're going back to our room. Why don't you join us?'

How could I refuse?

'Wow. I know she likes to flirt with other men a lot, but that was a bit much, wasn't it?'

'We went up together. In the lift your Mum put her hand in mine, and pressed it against her leg. I think Dad could see, but he just grinned and said nothing. We arrived at the room, it was up on the top floor: there were two comfortable chairs. I sat in one, and after pouring us a drink, Dad sat in the other. Mum sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. At first we just chatted, got to know one another; Carol and Anthony. Peter, I said. This is nice, I thought, having a bit of company to pass what might have been a boring evening. Carol became more giggly with the drink, and as she shuffled about her dress rode up her legs. At that moment I realised that she was not wearing knickers, and her uncut bush was there for me to admire. Anthony realised this, and smiled.'

'Oh fuck, Peter, you shouldn't be telling me this.'

'Are you sure you want me to continue?'

'I sure do. I had no idea. I'm sure it's true and it is just starting to turn me on.'

'Well you insisted. Anthony stood and went over to Carol. I thought he was going to cover her, make her more decent, but instead he started to undo the buttons on her dress. As I had suspected, there was no bra. She has a lovely firm pair of tits and even though she had now laid back, they looked perfect. Dad said 'Peter, why don't you feel them. I can see you want to.' So I walked over and grasped them in both hands. I rolled my hands softly and slowly, feeling the nipples gradually harden against my palms. Her dress was almost completely undone, so I quickly unfastened the remaining buttons, and spread it wide, revealing the full length  of her naked body. She was stunning, and I wanted to fuck her there and then, but at the same time I wanted to take my time. I ran my hands over her chest and belly; her eyes were closed, but now and then she shuddered. 'What luck, I thought, when I'd expected a boring evening drinking alone'. I glanced across at Anthony, and was astonished to see that he too had undressed. His cock was in his hands as he watched me intently. Realising I'd seen him, he grinned and moved towards me. As I groped his wife, he undid my shirt and removed it. Then my belt and my trousers, dropping them to my ankles. Finally he pulled down my pants, carefully stretching them past my swollen cock. I kicked off my shoes, and he bent and took off my socks.

She had opened her eyes now but seemed to be in a trance. Her knees were raised, so I pushed them apart and let my hands slowly slide across her belly and into the hair. I'd always liked your Mum's red hair, and I was pleased to see that her bush also was red: I'd never seen one like it before. I leaned across and put my tongue into it, licking the drops of juice that had formed. Her slit was wet, and I tasted the salty liquid. It was good.'

'Are you sorry I shaved all of mine, Peter?'

'Yes. Yours is different but I know you youngsters prefer to be smooth. Anyway, I was concentrating on Mum's pussy and wasn't watching what Dad was up to. Suddenly I felt his hand on my bottom. He stroked me, and indicated that he wanted me to lean forward with my legs further apart. I didn't think it was my scene, but I was involved, so I did what he asked. As I tasted his wife, he had one hand grasping my cock, the other touching my arse. I can tell you, I nearly came there and then. In fact he could tell I was close, so he moved round and pushed me forward. Grasping my cock again, he pointed it into her delicious cunt. I can tell you, it didn't take long for me to cum deep inside her.'

'Is it all true, Peter, or are you just trying to get me going again so you can fuck me? If so, you are definitely succeeding.'

'It is all absolutely true, Charlotte. Your Dad told me that they have always enjoyed sharing in kinky ways like this, but that they tried to hide it from you. But now you know. And I've had the pleasure of fucking both mother and daughter, which I always wanted since that day I had your mother and then met you.'

'And my Dad was part of it too. Did that make you want more of that?'

'Ah, that's another story for another time.'

'Can't wait to hear about it, Peter.  But for now you can just come here and fuck me, please.'