“And even though I still loved my husband dearly, I told him that if he didn’t cooperate with my demand, I was going to banish him to another bedroom, and never let him have sex with me again. And I could tell from his reaction that he knew that I was serious as a heart attack about that threat, and that I would carry through with it, if he forced my hand.”
“Holy shit, Mom! You’ve got some big balls on you!”
“Actually, it’s a big clit,” Mom said jokingly and then went on with her story, “So once I got Sam to agree to ‘play nice,’ I started my search for a woman that I wanted Sam to fuck in front of me. And it didn’t take long for me to find the perfect woman.
“Her name was Dotty, and she was my close friend when we were both in college. We had shared a dorm room together. And she was always telling me how handsome she thought that Sam was, back before I began dating him. In fact, she had always wanted Sam to date her, but he had ended up choosing me, instead.
“But the most important part of this whole equation was that, when I got back in touch with her, Dotty told me that she was divorced now, several months out from her failed marriage, and that she was feeling horny as hell, and needing to feel a dick in her pussy again–her words, not mine.
“And so, without realizing it, Dotty ended up making this phone call much easier than I thought it was going to be. I offered Sam up to her on a silver platter, and she took the bait, thanking me over and over again for wanting to share my gorgeous husband with her. It didn’t even bother her when I told her that I intended to watch the two of them have sex in front of me.
“But then that didn’t really surprise me, because Dotty had always had exhibitionist tendencies, ever since I first met her.
“Let’s just say that, back when we were in college together, it wasn’t uncommon for Dotty to wear a low-cut blouse with no bra, and then lean over towards a guy at some party or in a club, and let that guy look down the front of her blouse to see her nipples. That was pretty much her way of trying to pick up a man that she was interested in having sex with.
“Anyway, after hearing my offer over the phone, all Dotty said to me was, ‘So when are we doing this? And where?’
“And I told her, ‘How about tomorrow night at my house? Be there by 9:00, if you can. And definitely don’t bother wearing a bra, or panties. I can guarantee you that you won’t be needing them.”
“What did Dotty look like?”
“Well, she was around my same age, of course. But to be honest, she was a very plain-looking girl, and she didn’t have much going for her body-wise either. She was super-skinny, tall and lanky, and she was very small-breasted.
“And the next night when Dotty showed up at our house, except for the facial aging part, she still looked pretty much the same way that she did back in college. And that made me very happy.
“Because that’s why I picked her for Sam to have sex with. I knew that Sam didn’t find Dotty attractive in a sexual way, even though he seemed to like her bubbly, outgoing personality.
“And so I was going to be making my husband fuck someone that he would never choose to have sex with, if that choice were left up to him. And that was the beauty of my revenge plan.
“But my plan went right off the rails that very first night with Dotty in our bedroom. It turned out that Sam ended up getting really turned-on by having sex with another woman in front of me. He didn’t seem to care that that other woman was Dotty.
“In fact, he made love to Dotty as if she were a skinny version of me! And of course, I didn’t expect that to happen at all.
“In fact, it really got me mad. I was wanting for Sam to be embarrassed and disgusted by the situation of having to fuck a woman who he didn’t find to be sexually attractive to him.
“But, much to my dismay, Sam was enjoying the whole experience so much that he didn’t just have sex with Dotty. He actually made love to her, kissing her passionately and all that kind of stuff.
“So as I sat there in that chair across from the bed, masturbating and watching those two go at it, I couldn’t help but get jealous.
“I eventually jumped into bed beside them, and began kissing Dotty, while my husband was busy humping away at her pussy, missionary-style. Dotty stuck her tongue in my mouth, and we instantly started French-kissing each other.
“I didn’t know why I was kissing Dotty. I knew I wasn’t gay. I had been having sex with men far too long to ever assume that.
“But I guess I was just feeling super-horny that night, and I lost control of myself. It didn’t help that Dotty was passionately kissing me in a way that my own husband hadn’t kissed me in years.
“But when Dotty reach over with her hand and began feeling out one of my breasts, and I automatically placed my own hand on her chest, and I began feeling out her small breasts as well, I knew that I was in trouble, and that things would never be the same for me again. I was forced to come to grips with the fact that I had latent bisexual tendencies that I had kept hidden deep down inside for many years.
“And the next thing I knew, I had my hand down in Dotty’s pussy, feeling out the front part of her pussy and her clitoris, while Sam continued thrusting his dick in and out of her vagina.
“Then Dotty reach down into my crotch with the one hand that she had been using to play with my breast. She grabbed hold of my clit and began squeezing it between her fingers.
“And that’s when Sam orgasmed and came inside her baby-making hole, while I was still rubbing away at her clit. And Dotty, who was obviously orgasming her ass off too, was screaming out in pure joy.
“But the problem was I hadn’t orgasmed enough yet to feel thoroughly satisfied. So I got Sam to pull out of her, and go sit down in the chair across the room. And I got up between Dotty’s thighs, and I inserted my long clit up into her creampied fuck-hole, and I fake-fucked her with my large clit in front of my husband, until I finally came really hard.
“Before that night with Dotty, I had assumed that this whole experience would be a one-time event, and that Sam and I would simply go back to our usual weird sex life afterwards. But that didn’t happen.
“Instead, Sam insisted that we keep having threesome sex with Dotty on a regular basis–and Dotty was all in with the idea too, considering how well that first experience had turned out.
“And Sam told me that I only had myself to blame for bringing Dotty back into our lives, and into our bedroom, in the first place. And the worst part was that I realized that my husband was absolutely right about that, and that I was going to have to live with the consequences of my actions. And so that’s what I did.”
“Did you and Dad keep on having threesomes with Dotty all the way up until Dad’s death?”
“No. I wish that were the case. Believe me. But your dad and I didn’t keep up the threesome thing with Dotty after she eventually found a boyfriend about a year or so later, and got married again. In fact, I lost touch with her when she moved into her boyfriend’s house, and then they moved across the country somewhere to be closer to where his relatives lived. And that’s where I assume the two of them got married.
“And, just for the record, Sam and I didn’t always have a threesome with Dotty when she came over to the house. Sometimes Dotty and I would have sex together while your father just sat in the chair and jacked off while he was watching us. He was really into that whole cuckolding thing.”
“Nice, Mom! So let me get this straight. What you’re really telling me here in this kitchen right now is that you’re a bisexual slut?”
“No, son. I’m telling you that I’m human. And I just happen to be bisexual. And I still have sexual wants and desires, even at my advanced age. And most of all, I want to let you know that great sex is about much more than just rubbing two–or even three–bare genitals together. It’s a state of mind.
“And I haven’t been in that state of mind ever since your father died. It’s a lonely old house with no man in my bed. And my old worn-out pussy is just screaming out for me to have another rock-hard penis inside it again.
“Would you do that for me tonight, son? Would you come to my bedroom and fuck me every night that you’re staying here? That’s the special Christmas present that only you can give me.”
“Oh God, Mom! Do you realize what you’re asking me to do?”
“Of course I do. I might as well add ‘incest’ to my list of taboo things that I’ve done in my life. So what do you say? Do we have a deal?”
“Mom, I’m a virgin. I’ve never fucked a woman before. What if I’m not that good at it?”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be good at it. Surely you’ve watched your share of online porn videos, haven’t you?”
“Well yeah, but that’s different. It’s not my penis going up inside my own mother’s vagina,” I argued, noticing that I now had a full-blown hard-on at the front of my pants, struggling to push its way out through my closed zipper.
“What are you talking about, son? That should only get you even more excited, doesn’t it?”
“Well, yes ma’am. It does for some strange reason, but–”
“No ‘buts,'” Mom jumped in, cutting me off. “I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. If you love me at all, you’ll do this one little thing for me.
“Besides, what are you worried about. You can’t get me pregnant at my age. But at least we can both still have a great time going through the motions.”
“But what about my little sister? Won’t she hear us?”
“Sure she will. But she doesn’t care. Because she already knows that I planned on fucking you the whole time you’re here–with your permission, of course.
“And here’s the kicker. Lacey also wants you to fuck her too, while you’re here.”
“What? You’ve gotta be kidding me! She’s married!”
“So what? What’s that got to do with anything? Lacey’s trying to get pregnant and start a family. But unfortunately, that’s the one thing her husband can’t seem to do for her. So she wants you to try your best to get her pregnant while she’s staying here with us.
“She told me that she ovulated yesterday, according to her Basal body thermometer readings, and that she can’t wait to have her big brother’s dick and his sperm inside her pussy.”
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