Mother and Daughter Father and Son

They moved in to the house next door when I was nineteen. Rod, the dad, and Zac his son. They both seemed very friendly and kind. Mum very quickly became friendly with Rod, so both he and Zac were often around our house.

It was the summer after my gap year that I had spent travelling with two female friends. I had finished at my all-girls school a year earlier and was waiting to go off to university. My dad had departed the scene when I was young and there was no sign of Zac's mother. Zac and I got on just fine, without there being any great spark between us. Rod and my mum seemed to be getting on more than just fine. If there had been a man in mum's life since dad then she had kept it very quiet. Mum and I had always been able to discuss my sex life very openly and honestly, but her sexuality had never been discussed.

I saw the change in mum. She dressed differently, she wore a little make-up and she had a fire in her eyes that I had never seen before. Don't get the wrong impression. She dressed more smartly, her make-up was subtle and she just seemed happier. When she asked me whether I would go shopping with her to buy clothes for her my suspicions were confirmed. She said she wanted help to choose clothes that were less boring and would make her look and feel younger. She offered to buy me a new dress as a reward for agreeing.

She said she had agreed to go out for dinner with Rod and wanted to have something to wear. I said I was delighted that she had a date with our handsome neighbour. She immediately, and far too forcefully said,

"No, no it isn't a date. He just wants to thank me for some help I have given him with some curtains."

I laughed, hopefully kindly enough.

"Mum, I am sure Rod thinks it's a date, I think it is a date. I hope that it is a date. Rod is rather good looking, a couple of my girlfriends have noticed him and commented. Go out and enjoy yourself, let your hair down and let him 'thank you for the curtains'."

She just managed to smile and didn't challenge what I had said. I had told a small untruth as it was me who had commented on Rod being good looking, to one of my friends, but she didn't need to know that.

The days clothes shopping went really well. She bought more clothes than she had in years. She listened to my advice and we were both delighted with her choices. As the day of the 'date' got closer I sensed my mum getting more excited, but also more worried about it. It was a little strange trying to help your mum prepare for a date, particularly as my experience was limited. Her real concern surfaced when she said,

"What do I do if he wants to sleep with me. It has been, well it has been years since I last slept with a man."

"Mum, it is very simple, you have to decide what you want. Do you want to sleep with him and even if you do, do you want to so soon? It is your decision and I am sure the two of you can work it out."

Mum wouldn't be drawn on whether she wanted to have sex with Rod, or if so when it might happen. She did seem happy that she had at least worked things out for herself and she could make decisions herself.

The most bizarre thing about this totally bizarre situation was that the more I thought about the possibility of mum sleeping with Rod the more I felt jealousy. I was jealous because it became clearer and clearer to me that I found Rod very attractive, very sexy. I found it very disturbing when masturbating that night that just as I got to the point that my unidentified lover was just about to cum, I identified him as Rod. My orgasm was strong, was that in spite of the image or more worrying because of it. Good as the orgasm was, I was not satisfied and my second orgasm was totally fuelled by imagining Rod was fucking me.

The next day, still struggling with my masturbatory experience, I sought out Zac. He was obviously aware of our parents planned meal out. I was keen to know his thoughts about it. When I asked he hesitated before saying,

"I am so pleased for my dad. Your mum is an extraordinarily attractive woman. I hope they hit it off."

He had said quite a lot but I could see that there was far more he wasn't saying. In an effort to develop the subject, I agreed saying,

"They would make a lovely looking couple. Your dad is, your dad is......."

I didn't know how to finish the sentence so that it not sound all wrong. Zac burst out laughing,

"It sounds a bit like you have the hots for my dad."

I tried to balance my reply,

"Your dad is very good looking, and it would be kind of neat if they hit it off. You seemed rather enthusiastic when you described my mum. Maybe you have, as you so delicately put it, the hots for her."

Now we both laughed. We apologised to each other for our frankness about each other's parent. Zac suddenly looked rather serious and asked,

"Have you ever had sex with a much older man?"

The question took me surprise, but I answered without thinking.

"No I haven't, but I have wondered what it would be like. Have you slept with a much older woman?"

"Much the same. No I have not done so, but I have wondered about it too."

"When you say wondered, do you mean fantasised about? Either way was the older woman my mum?"

There was no need for him to say a word, his guilty look said it all. His only reply was,

"Did you masturbate as you wondered what it would be like with an older man?"

I suspect the guilt was written as clearly on my face as his had been on his face. From that moment we shared a very unusual bond. He was a friend, a good friend, an attractive friend, but it still lacked a certain chemistry.

Mum was quite giddy as the date got closer and I was relieved when finally Rod picked her up to take her out. Zac and I had decided to spend the evening together watching a film at home. We sat cuddled together watching the film. When it was over we both wanted to talk about my mum and Rod.

Zac wanted to know whether my mum had said much and whether I thought that they would sleep together at the end of the evening. I said that I rather hoped so, but wasn't certain. Zac's response was similar but things changed when he added,

"I have imagined them really hitting it off."

The words didn't say everything that he was clearly thinking. I was sure that I knew what he was thinking.

"Do you mean you masturbated as you fantasised about my mum and your dad having sex? Fuck, what the hell has got into us both. I did the same thing."

We sat there looking at each other, totally unable to say a word. My mind drifted and images of the two of them, or was it me with Rod flooding my mind. Something had to give and it was me.

"Zac, it is okay. Lay back and think about my mum fucking your dad, or if you would rather, you fucking her. Your dad is in my mind and there are very few ways that could get him out of there. I am going to masturbate, I would love you to stay and watch, or better still stay and masturbate."

I had never masturbated in front of anyone, and wondered where the idea had come from. We were both naked below the waist inside a minute. We sat at opposite ends of the sofa, facing each other masturbating. His cock was a good size, erect as it was. I tried to ensure he had a very good view between my legs as I teased my clit. I found myself describing making love to his father in the way I had previously fantasised. He didn't stop gently masturbating, but did listen to me. Having an audience added to the excitement, particularly as it was Zac.

"Your dad is fucking me beautifully. He is gentle but totally dominant. He is holding me just short of cumming and telling me to wait until he gives me his permission. Please give me permission, I am so close."

Zac was masturbating slower and slower, but seemed to be relieved as I said this.

"You have my permission to cum on my dad's cock. I am going to unload deep up your mum's pussy."

I was past any chance of not cumming, but sperm exploding out of his cock was the final trigger that caused me to masturbate my clit hard through a truly memorable never ending orgasm.

"Fuck if just fantasising about your dad can make me come like that I wonder what him really fucking me would feel like."

"You took the words right out of my mouth. The vision of your mum cumming on the end of my cock was beautiful."

It was me who brought us back to some kind of reality.

"I love my mum and would love her to have wonderful sex with your dad, but I would also feel totally gutted that he wouldn't fuck me too."

"I know the feeling, but I think we should encourage them to sleep together. They both deserve some joy in their life, and what can be more joyous than having sex. Let's make it our challenge to get them into bed together."

"You are right. I am being very selfish."

The challenge brought Zac and I closer together. We were disappointed that although mum and Rod had clearly enjoyed themselves on their first evening together, it was clear the next day that they had not had sex. I asked mum why and her reply was,

"Rod is a lovely man. We loved our time together, but there were a couple of things that were not quite right. They would not stop us enjoying each other's company, but they would make it very difficult for us to sleep together."

I had to know what the issues were but mum shut up like a clam. I didn't give up but was getting nowhere until she came back with her own probing.

"How did you and Zac get on? You seem to be very close."

"Yes we are close, but there lacks a certain something, which means we will never be more than good friends. We talked more about you and Rod than ourselves."

Mum seemed to physically relax, but I could see the cogs turning.

"That is funny we talked more about you and Zac than ourselves."

There was something in the way she said this that really piqued my interest. She wanted to say more and I wanted to hear more. I asked her what Rod had said about Zac. She seemed a little flustered and laughed as she said,

"Rod said that Zac had commented that he had never found an older woman so attractive as he found me. It was really embarrassing, he is only a boy, admittedly a very attractive boy."

It suddenly struck me that I had told mum what a hunk I found Rod. I had only said it to encourage my mum to show more interest in him. I did think of him as a real hunk, but now I was concerned that mum had said something.

"What did you say to Rod about me?"

"I teased him that you fancied him and had called him a hunk."

"You did what? I am not a ten year old girl with a crush. I am a grown woman who finds an older man attractive."

I think I said it rather too forcefully, as mum looked at me and smiled.

"You are a young woman, who I rather suspect finds Rod more than a little attractive. I have seen it in your eyes every time we talk about him. Tell me I am wrong."

"Okay, okay, yes I admit it, but he is your friend. I would never do anything to stop you getting together with him. Zac and I would both love you two to get together."

"Rod and I would struggle to feel comfortable having a sexual relationship knowing the two of you feel as you do. Maybe I should suggest to Rod that he should sleep with you."

"Well that might be nice for me, but it is not getting you laid. Although I know that Zac would be delighted to entertain you."

"It sounds like to me that you two have been rather honest about quite a lot. If you want to sleep with Rod then that is up to you, I am certainly not going to stop you. He said nothing directly about you but I think you would be pushing against an open door. What exactly did Zac say about me."

"I cannot say everything he said, but trust me when I say I know there is nobody he would rather fuck right now than you. I am sorry mummy but you did ask. I would love nothing more than to see you fucking Zac. Sorry, I don't mean watching the two of you, I mean knowing that you are enjoying good sex."

At this we both burst out laughing. It seemed a ridiculous idea, but we were struggling to see the downside. I was very aroused just thinking about the idea of sleeping with Rod and delighted about the possibility of mum with Zac.

Over the next couple of days I seemed to be in the middle of a number of intimate conversations with both Zac and my mum separately. Zac was bowled away by the possibility of my mum wanting to have sex with him. Mum was excited beyond belief. I didn't get to talk to Rod, but I know mum spoke to him.

Rod was away on business for a few days and although both Zac and mum were saying that they were excited about the idea of having sex together neither was taking the bull by the horns. I decided that as ridiculous as it seemed I would have to play cupid, or was it pimp. I told them both that I had been invited out by an old girlfriend on the Tuesday evening. I invited Zac round to our house and told my mum, who went into a tailspin.

"What do I wear? Should I shave down there? Do I just invite him up to the bedroom, straight away? Fuck I feel like a virgin on a first date. He is so young."

I had to calm her down.

"Mum he is not a child and I know he is certainly no virgin. If you are worried about your pubes, just trim them up, not all youngsters like the bald look. Relax Zac is as excited as you, but I am sure that you will find the pace you want to go at. As for what to wear, Zac said you looked wonderful the other day wearing trousers. But make sure you wear panties that aren't too huge."

Mum had relaxed significantly, but did say no man had seen her panties in years and she had none that she wanted to show off. I invited her to come and chose a pair of mine. She was amazed that I had a couple of pairs that she had never seen in the wash, because I kept them for special occasions. I thought she was going to pick the novelty pair, but she chose a very brief pretty red pair.

On the Tuesday evening, I went next door and told Zac that mum was waiting for him. He looked nervous, but when I gave him a big hug I realised that he was also very excited. I gave his erection and little squeeze.

"I do believe I am jealous. Go and have a great time. Be gentle with mum, but not too gentle."

I stayed out until the pub closed, not wanting to disturb the happy couple. It felt very strange creeping back into the house, for very different reasons than I had years earlier. The house was quiet and I was a little concerned that things hadn't worked out. When I dropped into my bed without even brushing my teeth, I was able to make out voices from my mum's room. It was really weird when I started to imagine Zac in bed with my mum. The noises were happy, but not sexual in nature. I still found my fingers between my legs, and was surprised that I was far from dry. I remembered Zac describing his fantasies about having sex with my mum as we masturbated in front of each other. I remembered how he had said he wanted to watch her having an orgasm as he fucked her gently. I was into my own little fantasy world when the real world interrupted me. It was my mum's voice.

"My god, I feel like I am twenty again. I was worried that you would not get aroused by my old body, but you feel like you are ready to go again already. Let me do all the work to begin with, just take over when you want to."

I was in their room with them. I imagined Zac on his back being mounted by my mum. The image was powerful and my fingers were powerful between my legs. I plunged two fingers deep into my pussy and used the palm of my hand to vigorously crush my clit. I have never cum more quickly or more violently. It was over as quickly as it had exploded and all I wanted was to fall asleep.

As I sat having breakfast mum arrived in the kitchen, but it was a version of mum I had never seen before. Her hair was a mess but her eyes were so bright I thought she was on drugs. She sat down opposite me and said,

"Fuck that was amazing. I didn't think I had it in me to......... well I just didn't think it could be that good again. I hope we didn't disturb you last night."

I made two cups of tea for her, as she seemed quite unable to focus on making them herself. As she carried them precariously on a small tray she said,

"I cannot wait, he has promised me to lick me until I explode, before he fucks me yet again. I am not sure my heart can take it, but my pussy is alive with expectation."

I was able to move into the snug and turn the music up. Part of me wanted to hear everything that they were doing, but I wanted to offer them some privacy. It was an hour later that I heard the shower running and another half hour before the two of them emerged fully dressed. I wasn't quite sure what you talk about over breakfast with your mum and your friend who have spend all night having sex. When Zac raised the subject of his dad and me, he said that Rod was, if I was happy, going to take me out for a meal on the Friday night when he got home.

Mum disappeared next door on the Thursday evening. I had known that both her and Zac had wanted to spend the Wednesday night together, but neither had wanted to appear too desperate. I didn't expect her back until morning and was happy to be right. It was nice that soon after she had gone next door Rod rang me on my mobile. He said he was nervous about Friday evening as there was so much bad press about older men and young girls. I wanted to be annoyed with him, but instead said,

"I am a nineteen year old young woman. I am a nineteen year old woman who is deeply attracted to an older man. I can understand if you don't find me attractive, or are phased by the fact that you are friends with my mum, but I would be so disappointed, no gutted, if you don't want to get together on Friday."

"As long as you are sure. As long as you know you have only got to say stop and we can stop. Being attracted to you is a problem, I am afraid I am rather too attracted to you."

As the conversation went on, Rod became much more relaxed. When we started to discuss where we would eat he became quietly assertive and confident. I loved talking to him on the phone. His voice seemed to caress me and by the time we ended the call I was highly aroused. I had to stop myself from masturbating, only because I wanted to save myself for the next night.

The roles were reversed as I prepared to go out on the Friday evening. My mum was fussing around me and giving me advice as to what to wear. I had initially thought about a very short pair of shorts and a tight top. I could see that mum was horrified and wasn't able to hold her tongue for long.

"You want to look like a classy young woman, not a girl going out to a disco before attending an orgy."

She was totally right. Finding the right outfit was not so easy. We did have lots of fun trying numerous clothes on me. Some of them were hers. A pretty blouse seemed right as it could look very smart, almost formal, or with a couple more buttons undone rather sexy. I didn't want to try her black skirt on, as it looked boring, but when it was on it looked sophisticated but almost erotic.

When mum suggested suspenders my first thought was that there was no way. She convinced me to try them on. I was very surprised when she told me to take my panties off before trying them on. When I asked her why she said,

"Rod would not be the first man to enjoy the view of a woman wearing suspenders as they enjoy sex. Panties can get in the way and cannot be taken off from underneath."

They looked amazing and the woman looking back at me in the mirror was sophisticated, with just a slight edge of slut, perfect. We worked on my makeup to match the clothes. Mum laughed as she reminded me to put a pair of panties on.

Rod looked wonderful. I had seen him dressed very casually, I had seen him dressed formally for work, but his smart casual made him look younger and very fuckable. I felt a million dollars in the back of the taxi and as we were shown to the table of what I suspected was a very posh restaurant. My first impression was supported by the fact that the menu had no prices on it.

The waiter that turned up to the table was probably early twenties, very smartly dressed and good looking. He noticed me, acknowledging me with a lovely smile but then addressed Rod.

"Would you like to order drinks now or would you like a minute."

Rod said we would order a drink straight away. Still addressing Rod he asked,

"What would your daughter like to drink?"

I was not sure which of us was most annoyed. Rod recovered the quickest and said,

"My daughter is quite capable of deciding what she wants to drink, aren't you my dear?"

There was a twinkle in his eye, as if to say play along with it. I did.

"Oh daddy I am old enough now to have a glass of wine. I promise to be a good girl if you let me have a glass. Could you recommend a nice white wine for me."

I said it in an outlandishly girlie voice, much to Rod's delight.

"Well only if you promise not to do what you did the last time you drunk alcohol. I wouldn't want to have to punish you like last time."

The waiter was clearly not sure how to take the conversation, but did try and get a look down my cleavage before going off to get the drinks. We made sure he was out of sight before we burst out laughing. We agreed that every time the waiter was at the table we would play the game. I would be the naughty daughter and Rod the protective father.

The rest of the time we talked about many things, but we often came back to mum and Zac. I said that I was delighted that they were enjoying each other so much and hoped that Rod was okay with it. His reply to this was,

"Every young man should be educated by an older woman. The lessons learned stay with you for life."

He was obvious that he had been educated by an older woman when young. He admitted it and told me how fantastic it had been. I asked him whether he thought it was a good idea in reverse. Should a young woman be educated by an older man? He said he didn't know but hoped that if we ended the evening as he hoped, I might be able to answer the question.

At this moment the waiter arrived with the drinks and I became a naughty daughter. Rod had suggested that I teased the waiter by undoing a button on my blouse. I had undone two, much to Rod's amusement and the waiter's delight. He addressed Rod but his eyes never strayed far from my chest for long.

Rod helped his helpless daughter choose from the menu and the waiter left with a big smile. Rod said he was sure that the waiter had become aroused while serving us, and challenged me to carry on doing so.

When we went back to talking about mum, I asked him why they had not slept together. He looked slightly saddened and said,

"I could see that Zac had a crush on Julie. When I mentioned this to her it was obvious that she found him very attractive. There was no way I could upset Zac by becoming involved with your mum. And then there was you."

"What about me?"

"It is not easy, as an older man, to admit that you find a young lady beautiful. I could not have got too involved with your mum as it would have meant being frustratingly close to you. I was prepared to keep you at arm's length, but I couldn't hurt Zac, even if Julie didn't act upon her feelings for Zac. Your mum is gorgeous and maybe, one day, just maybe...."

It was a shame we were in the middle of a restaurant, as I was desperate to hold Rod, kiss Rod and make him feel good. The moment passed and with a laugh Rod changed the atmosphere.

"How are you going to tease the waiter? I am loving seeing you wind him up."

"Do you really want me to tease him?"

Getting no negative reply, I excused myself and went to the ladies. I slipped my bra off and decided that I would also remove my panties, as it just felt really naughty. Rod noticed my lack of bra immediately and said,

"I don't know about teasing the waiter, you could tease half of the other diner's. You have certainly got my attention, or should I say your breasts have."

I was delighted by his response and had time to unbutton the blouse at it had been earlier, before the waiter returned. Now his view would not be obstructed by my bra. I swear my nipples knew they were dangerously on display as they rose to the occasion.

The waiter served me first and took as long as he could while trying to get the best possible view of my boobs and my erect nipples. This didn't go unnoticed by Rod who, as the waiter started to serve him said,

"I have told you before about showing too much cleavage. You obviously didn't learn when I spanked your bottom. Do you want me to spank you again when we get home?"

"Oh Daddy you know what you spanking my bottom does to me. I think you will have to find a different way to punish me, otherwise I might be tempted to go topless."

We had got more and more outrageous in our game playing, but our waiter was delighted. So delighted he had to adjust his erection before leaving the table. Rod was amazed at how far I had gone in teasing the young waiter and told me so.

"Well I haven't quite finished the teasing, but now it is your turn. Take your shoes off and put your foot into my lap."

I guided his foot under my skirt and up to my pussy. I had to push my chair right forward so that his toes could caress my pussy and particularly my clit. His smile was broad as he teased my crotch with his foot. It made eating difficult, but the conversation fun. When the waiter returned to check that the food was okay I ensured he saw the bulge of Rod's foot under my skirt. He looked totally confused and left quickly.

My blouse was outrageously open when our waiter served us for the last time. His eyes were popping out of his head as he tried unsuccessfully not to stare. When he brought the bill I said,

"Daddy can I give our lovely waiter his tip? I think he might enjoy a very special gift from me rather than cash."

They both looked at me, before both accepting my suggestion. I held my fist out to the waiter and when he opened his hand I pushed my screwed up panties into it.

"I am sorry they are a little wet, but maybe you will enjoy them all the more for that. Now daddy take me home and fuck me senseless."

The young man was still standing by the table, his mouth open, as Rod took my hand and led us out of the restaurant. In the taxi I apologised to Rod saying,

"I am so sorry I don't know what got into me, but boy wasn't that fun. I hope that has not put a dampener on our evening."

"No it was the most entertaining time I have ever enjoyed in a restaurant. Now I want to take you home and do all the things that that young waiter imagined doing to my daughter."

When we got back to his house we wasted no time with pleasantries. We went straight up to the bedroom and he sat on the end of the bed. I stood between his legs as he undressed me slowly and lovingly. There was a lovely appreciation in his eyes as he undid every button, every zip and uncovered every inch of my skin. When my skirt hit the floor his eyes drank in the view of me in just the suspender belt and suspenders. I was so pleased to have listened to my mother's advice for once.

We changed places and I undressed him. His erection tented his underwear and I struggled to remove it. When I did, I was rewarded by a very good sized cock with a head that was disproportionately large. I lent forward and managed to take the whole head into my mouth while holding his shaft in both hands. His hands found my head and he eased me up onto my feet. I thought he was going to take my suspenders off but instead he eased me down, on my back, onto the bed and found my pussy with his mouth. He ignored my clit but used his mouth and tongue to explore everything around it. He brought his hands up my body and homed in on my nipples.

I didn't want to orgasm; I just wanted to soak up the pleasure he was giving me. He gave me lots of it without touching my aching clit. Part of me wanted to stay there forever, but another part of me wanted to find his cock again. He read my mind and slid up my body. His cock laid along my wet pussy as he brought his lips to mine.

I couldn't keep myself from rubbing my clit along the length of his cock. When the head of his cock found my clit it felt perfect. We made love to each other this way for minutes, kissing as we did so. We didn't say a word but our bodies were talking the same language. When our movements got out of sync the big head of his cock stretched my pussy and entered it briefly by just a couple of inches.

No entry into my pussy had been so perfect. We were both happy as with a plop his erection returned to caressing the length of my pussy. Every now and then we repeated the brief penetration. His erect was rock-hard and wonderful to rub my clit against. Each time the head of his cock entered me it stayed there a little longer. It still only penetrated the same couple of inches, but my pussy felt beautifully stimulated. Each time he entered me it felt new and exciting, each withdrawal a real loss.

Finally we read each other's minds and his large head stayed lodged just inside my pussy. We only allowed it to move an inch or so as we kept thrusting slowly. The progress towards me cumming was now steady and lovely. I whispered that I was close and he eased his head away from my face and said,

"There is nothing I want more than to watch you cum. Take your time and enjoy it."

I wanted to watch him watching me but the power of my orgasm stripped me of any ability to think straight let alone look straight. My orgasm was localised where his cock rubbed inside my pussy, but was no less violent for that. Not surprisingly given the violence of my climax it did not last long.

"God that looked wonderful."

With these words he pushed deep into me. I felt the head of his cock as it went deeper and deeper into me. I have never been a great fan of the missionary position, but this slow deep fucking felt lovely. No sparks didn't fly, I didn't progress towards another orgasm, but it was very sensual. I wondered if he would cum in this position but, after a few gentle minutes, he knelt up and pulled me back onto his cock with his thighs underneath mine.

He now fucked me more firmly with long slightly quicker thrusts. It was nice until his thumb found my clit and then it became wonderful again. It was now me who said,

"Please let me see you cum. Fuck me and let yourself go."

I loved feeling him building towards his orgasm. I loved it so much I beat him to it, cumming again. This time it was totally different. My whole body embraced the moment, shaking so violently that he struggled to keep fucking me. I was just conscious enough to be aware that he was cumming and watch his face dissolve as he emptied himself deep inside me.

We cuddled for an hour or so before he brought his mouth to my pussy. I thought he was going to bring with his mouth, but wanted him inside me again instead. He was happy to lie on his back and I was happy after briefly kissing his cock to see it erect again. I mounted him and fucked him with him just adding small thrusts to mine. Having cum twice, something I had never done before, I wanted this to be his time, as I was sure I would not cum again. There was a lovely slow pace to our love making, until he surprised me.

"Masturbate yourself for me. Nothing would guarantee exciting me to another orgasm more than watching you fucking me and masturbating."

I remembered masturbating in front of his son, something I had never done before then. This was another first, to masturbate while fucking. I was shocked by the proposal until I relaxed and realised that it could be really exciting. I played with my clit with one hand and one of my nipples with the other. I quickly stopped being self-conscious about doing so. He brought a hand up to my other nipple and copied what I was doing. Although my excitement was building, I was not about to cum a third time. That was until he let go of my nipple and took hold of my arse cheeks with both hands.

"I am sorry, I cannot stop myself, I am going to cum."

Now his hips thrust up into me much more forcefully. It was his arousal, his abandonment that triggered my third orgasm. It was neither long or violent, washing through my body with surprising gentleness. It did allow me to enjoy his orgasm, until he slumped back and relaxed. I felt a need to tell him that I had cum again, in case he had not noticed.

"My god, that was quite extraordinary. I don't remember ever seeing a woman enjoy sex quite that much. It was truly beautiful. Thank you."

"I have never enjoyed sex as much as that. It should be me doing all the thanking."

I had not been lying to Rod. The sex had been frighteningly wonderful. It was this that made things even more difficult for me over the next twenty four hours. I was totally confused, sex with Rod could never be as good again, mum was loving having sex with Zac, but I was sure mum wanted to have sex with Rod.

I needed to talk to mum and to Zac. Zac and I had the chance to get together alone. He was excited to tell me how wonderful the sex with my mum had been, but I sensed a but. I pushed him to say what he was thinking.

"When we both go off to university it will just be the two of them here. Your mum is every mans dream and I love having sex with her, but I know she finds dad very attractive. They are being kept apart by us. They don't want to hurt us, at the cost of their own happiness."

The relief that I felt hearing these words was immense. It had been obvious that the actions of Zac and me had led them to backing off each other.

"Your dad was truly amazing. I will remember our night together for ever, but mum and your dad should be making their own memories. How do we go forward from here without risking hurting them?"

"If they think that they wouldn't be hurting us by getting together we would at least give them a chance. We should tell them that we have fallen for each other, but cannot get together because of our involvement with them. I am sure this would bring them together in an attempt to help us. It would then be up to them whether they get close. Like you I will always remember my times with your mum. I would love to see together with dad."

When I spoke to mum she said that she felt like a new woman. She asked me how I was feeling. I introduced the idea that Zac and I were close and loving seeing the two of them so happy. She said she was concerned that she was too old for Zac and didn't want to tie him into something with no future.

"Mum, Zac thinks you are amazing. He has loved having sex with you, but is worried that he is not right for you. We are both aware that Rod and you were attracted to each other first but responded so as not to upset us. Zac and I are capable of looking after each other and would be delighted to see you and Rod together."

"But you had sex with Rod and said it was amazing. I am not sure how you would feel about him fucking your mother."

"I am a big girl now and Zac is no child. Maybe Zac and I would enjoy looking after each other. Would you be okay if we ended up sleeping together?"

"It was beautiful, but maybe it could be for you with him. If I cannot sleep with Zac then I would be so happy to see the two of you together."

Zac had a similar conversation with Rod. It took a couple of weeks before mum and Rod were enjoying sex together. Zac and I agreed that we would convince them that we were sleeping together, to ensure they were not concerned for us. Zac and I spent time together and gradually we realised that we both wanted to actually have sex together. We agreed to sleep in the same bed one night to give our claim of having sex some credibility. It was a lovely way to get together for the first time. We cuddled, we kissed and the sex just happened in the most relaxed beautiful way. He penetrated me for the third time early the next morning, bringing me to a second orgasm.

This all happened three years ago; Mum and Rod are very happy together. They still live in the two houses, but are committed to each other, sleeping together most nights. Zac and I are friends with benefits, enjoying some great sex when not involved with other partners, and sometimes while we are involved with others.

Zac and I have both finished university and are both living back at home. One evening when Zac and I were recovering from a very sustained and intense session when I asked him about my mum. He hesitated before saying,

"Your mother is the sexiest lady I know. I am so happy that dad and her are so happy together. Please tell me you are happy for them too."

"Yes, I am delighted because, if they were not together I would be lusting after him."

We didn't carry on with the conversation, as we were very quickly fucking each other again. Our sex was usually very gentle, as it had been before the conversation, but now it was much more demanding verging on the violent. We both climaxed amazingly quickly. It was Zac who addressed the elephant in the room.

"If you were not thinking about my dad just then, then tell me. I fully admit that your mum was never far from my thoughts, particularly as I came. I am sorry."

I laughed as I admitted that I had imagined Rod watching us as we had sex. The idea had been frighteningly exciting and had triggered a violent and beautiful climax. We cuddled up to each other and were asleep within a minute or two.

It was mum who asked about Zac and me. I said that we were very fond of each other and that the sex was great and uncomplicated. I got half way through my next sentences when I wasn't sure I knew how to finish it.

"Zac and I talked about you and Rod. We are delighted for you both, but remember our times with both of you with great fondness. I still find Rod very attractive and Zac said that you are, you are...... well very sexy."

I knew I had not told the complete truth, but also knew I had said too much. Mum's reaction was not as I expected. I thought she would rebuke me, but far from it.

"That is lovely that neither of you are upset about us being together. Rod and I feel the same way about you enjoying the relationship you do. The times we shared with the two of you were very special, very exciting. We also remember them with fondness."

There was so much more that we both probably wanted to say but we hugged each other and dropped the subject. It was the next Saturday night that we were all eating together. Mum had dressed up a little more than usual and seemed very happy and excited. We enjoyed a bottle of wine between us and settled down after completing the washing up. There was something strange about the atmosphere. There seemed to be an electricity in the air.

Rod recounted the time that he and I had gone out for our first meal together. I was embarrassed as he described me teasing the waiter and us pretending to be father and daughter. There was something in the way he told the story that got me very aroused. Something had to give and that something was me. I crossed the room to where he was sitting, hesitated in front of him and then sat on his lap facing him.

The silence in the room was deafening, before after what seemed like a long time, mum copied me sitting on Zac's lap. I was suddenly that naughty girl from the restaurant.

"Please mummy can I fuck daddy and can Zac fuck you?"

There was a quick look between Rod and my mum. The look asked no questions and sought no answers. There was no surprise in their eyes only sexual excitement. The only question in my mind was do we have sex in the same room or break off into two rooms. The question didn't get addressed as we were all far too aroused to consider splitting up.

Rod kissed me, with a passion that took my breath away. His hands found my short skirt and pulled it up to reveal the very brief panties I was wearing. I pulled his top over his head and buried my face in his chest, flicking his nipples with my tongue. There was a frightening urgency as I stood up pulled his trousers and underwear down his legs, stripped myself completely naked and turned round before sitting on his cock facing Zac and mum.

They were well behind us, but clearly on a similar path. Zac had mum's top off and was caressing her boobs. When Zac saw that Rod's cock was already deep in my pussy, he eased mum off his lap. With Rod's cock deep in my pussy, I was very happy to slow things right down and watch what was going on in front of me. It felt very strange watching my mum undressing. I had seen her body plenty of times, but not in a sexual setting.

I loved the fact that Zac could watch me being fucked by his dad. I wanted to put on a show for him, but I also wanted to watch him fuck mum. As previously Rod was perfectly in tone with my wishes. We fucked very gently and he used both hands to caress my boobs. He didn't work my nipples, or make any attempt to find my clit. I did just visit my clit to free it from its hood. I then sat and leaned back to enjoy lapping up the pleasure.

It wasn't long before Mum and Zac were in a very similar position to us. They might have started slower than us, but it was very clear mum was not going to settle for slow and sensual. She was bouncing up and down on Zac's cock, not holding anything back. This was brought into sharp focus when she moaned,

"Fuck darling that feels amazing."

I realised that she was not talking to Zac, she was talking to Rod. It made me wonder whether it was Rod or Zac that I was fucking. The answer was clear, both. Mum was still taking no prisoners and seemed to be racing towards an orgasm. I wanted Rod to enjoy my mum's pleasure.

"Watch her Rod I think she is going to explode on Zac's cock any minute now."

Rod took one hand of my boobs and found my clit. He did little more than hold it, but it felt lovely. As always he seemed to know my body better than me. My arousal levels were greatly increased, but I had no idea how close to cumming I was. We were only thrusting gently, but I could feel exactly where the huge head of his cock was at all times. Mum was soon riding the very edge and it was no surprise when she toppled over.

"Fuck her Rod. Fuck her hard make her cum just like you make me."

That was the last coherent words mum spoke for more than a minute. Rod's next words were very coherent.

"Do as your mum said Jan. Cum on my cock and tell the world you are doing so."

It took only a few seconds before I did what mum and Rod had told me to. I did exactly what Rod said and announced my climax to the world, but more specifically Zac.

"I am going to cum. Fuck Zac I am going to cum on your dad's cock. Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck meeeee."

I was only embarrassed about one thing, and that was calling him daddy. I loved sharing my orgasm with the other three. I had known Rod was not going to cum at the same time as me, but I wasn't sure about Zac. As it turned out he was a chip off the same block. Mum seemed a little reluctant to release his erection, but copied me when I slid off Rod's lap.

My legs were still shaking from the violence of my orgasm, so I stayed kneeling for a moment. Mum knelt in front of me, facing me, and we tried to hug each other. I don't know what was said between father and son but when a cock entered me from behind I could see Rod entering my mum in the same way.

Now the fucking of each new couple was in perfect unison. It was not over forceful, but it was strong and deep. I had hardly recovered from my first orgasm, when I realised that I was building to a second. Mum was clearly not on the same course as me, even though she seemed very happy.

I am not sure whether I would have cum anyway but Zac finding my clit sent me crashing into a second climax. Zac's orgasm was triggered by mine, and I loved feeling him let go and unload deep in my pussy. I was ready to curl up and be a voyeur for a while. Not wanting to make a mess, I went to the bathroom to tidy myself up. When I returned Zac was sitting on the sofa with mum in front of him sucking his cock. Rod was still fucking her from behind. It was a position I never thought I would see my mum in, but it really didn't seem like her.

Zac wasn't fully erect but mum seemed very happy working on getting him so. I sat next to Zac and kissed him. Between us mum and I had him impressively hard in quick time. I didn't know how things were going to progress until Rod said to mum,

"If you want to fulfil the fantasy you mentioned to me this is your perfect opportunity."

Mum looked truly shocked.

"That was a stupid fantasy, not a wish list. I couldn't possibly even think about it with Zac and Jan here, it would be far too embarrassing."

I was just about to jump in and ask her but Rod beat me to it.

"If you can't imagine it now, then there will never be a better time. I am in for a bit of fun if you are. There are two erections in this room right now and Jan looks very ready for a little break or maybe the chance to watch a floor show."

Now I had to know what they were talking about, what mum had fantasised about. Rod had told us that it involved two cocks and I was not involved, but still my imagination ran riot. Mum was sucking Zac's cock while being fucked by Rod, so it wasn't that.

Rod eased himself out of my mum's pussy and she dragged Zac down off the sofa onto the floor. Zac didn't protest as mum shuffled down his body and took his cock straight into her aroused pussy. With Rod still behind mum it didn't take much to think what her fantasy might be. I was shocked with the conclusion. My anus is not a no go area, but I had never had anal intercourse and certainly not while being fucked in the pussy at the same time.

There was something in me that made me want to tell mum that I was alright with it. I walked behind Rod and took his cock in one of my hands. I was slightly relieved not to be able to see where he was planning to put it. I masturbated him gently ensuring that he was rock solid. He eased himself forward and I could tell by mum's response that he had found the target.

I considered sitting on the sofa and watching but instead lowered my pussy onto Zac's mouth. I sat back slightly and his nose rubbed nicely against my anus. His tongue worked my pussy, his nose my anus, it was lovely. When my fingers, almost idly, found my clit it was even better.

My mum's face was a picture of sexual bliss as she was double fucked. She was unable or unwilling to keep eye contact with me and I realised that she was going to orgasm almost straight away. Zac was thrusting up into her, but Rod seemed to be just matching their thrusting and holding mum's hips. Zac and mum went off like fire crackers. When Zac slipped out of mum's pussy I reluctantly moved away from his mouth.

Rod had still not enjoyed an orgasm and was now easing in and out of my mun's arse. Even though mum had just had a powerful orgasm, one she later told me was the most amazing ever, she was encouraging him to keep fucking her. I moved behind Rod and loved the view of his strong clenching as he thrust back and forward. I couldn't resist coating my thumb in my juices and easing it into his bottom. My fingers found his balls at the same time and he let out a roar.

I was firm as my thumb sought his prostate and my fingers teased his hard balls. Even though I knew he would cum from this he managed to last nearly a minute before swearing and beginning to shake. Mum urged him on verbally and I worked his prostate with my thumb. I wasn't sure when his orgasm finished as he was still buried inside my mum a minute later and seeming to suffer minor aftershocks.

For some minutes there was very little conversation, other than comments about how wonderful the sex had been. I thought mum was going to lead Rod away when she took his hand, but she brought him over to me and said,

"Please look after my daughter tonight, she is very special. Zac would you mind taking me to bed and cuddling me I am very tired?"

Rod was erect as he cuddled up behind me in bed. I offered to let him fuck me but he said,

"Maybe you will be more ready in the morning."

He couldn't have been more right.

The next day I needed to talk to my mum. I said that I needed to know that she was alright about what had happened. She laughed and said she had loved it. This was a new mum; one I barely knew. She admitted that she had found me being there a little strange, something I completely agreed with. She said she was very worried that I would be upset about Zac fucking her. My response was simple.

"Zac and I are friends, friends who occasionally enjoy having some great sex together. You can borrow him any time you want. Is Rod okay with you having sex with Zac?"

"That was what I wanted to ask you. Rod said that he would love to share me with Zac occasionally if you and Zac were comfortable. He also asked whether they could share you, if you were up for it."

The four of us agreed that threesomes involving the two men were not ruled out. It was further agreed that whatever happened or didn't happen there would be no secrets. A week later I happy agreed to the three of them getting together. It did seem strange, but the day after they all agreed it had been special. Mum was excited as she said,

"They were very keen to have a threesome with you. How do you feel about that?"

My reply was simple and very brief.

"Excited."