We found it hot to watch him walk around the house without a shirt on, or even just shaving his face. Little things that most men had no idea are sexy to women.
Most importantly, we knew his giant white tool would always be close to hand… or hands.
When I came home from a lecture one day, I found the two of them already naked, lying on our king-size bed. Dan sucked my Mom’s tits while she stroked his hair, her legs loosely wrapped around him. She beckoned for me to join her, and I took her other nipple into my mouth.
Dan’s phone buzzed, and he climbed off my mother as he fished it out of his jeans lying on the ground. His big dick was still hard and slick with their cum.
I took over while he took the call, my hand drifting down my mother’s smooth stomach to touch her labia. As I teased her, a pearly white drop of Dan’s cum leaked out. Eagerly, I descended on her pussy, my tongue lapping at Dan’s seed.
“Oh hey Jessie, how are things?” Dan said enthusiastically into his cell, though his eyes remained firmly fixed on the action between my Mom’s legs. “How are the folks? Good, good, glad to hear it… Oh shit, really? Must have slipped my mind.” I looked up at him with his cum coating my tongue. I closed my mouth and swallowed like a good slut. He grinned wolfishly. “Uhhhh… sure! Cool, let’s do it! Yeah, that sounds good.” Dan put his hand over the receiver of his phone to speak to the two of us, “My cousin is in town, completely forgot I said I’d meet her for drinks.”
My Mom and I looked at each other, a little dejected as we realized we wouldn’t have Dan’s cock to play with all night.
“You guys wanna come?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow.
Smiling, I bit my lip as I nodded and my mother simply shrugged her consent.
Turning back to his call, Dan said “Sure thing Jess. Say… 8 o’clock?”
———————————–
We showered and got ready together. Although we were meeting Dan’s cousin, it felt almost like a three-way date as my Mom slipped into a little black dress that hugged her figure deliciously. God, she looked good, her ample cleavage seeming to draw my and Dan’s gazes whenever it was in our eye line. Any disappointment we felt when she turned away was immediately replaced by our lustful looks at how her slim waist turned into a deliciously rounded ass.
I wore a charcoal dress with a black belt tied around my waist. I completed the outfit with emerald-encrusted silver earrings and a long, ornate silver pendant necklace that hung almost directly between my breasts. I chose a pair of long black heels.
Without a word, Dan slapped my ass as he passed and I giggled.
Dan wore a pair of chinos and a simple blue plaid shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. His powerful arms and defined chest were so masculine. When I smelled the subtle musky aftershave he wore, I felt weak at the knees.
The way both of them looked, it was hard not to jump either one before we left!
As Dan drove, my Mom sat in the backseat. Looking out the window, she dryly asked “So… I’m guessing your cousin doesn’t know that you’re currently living with and fucking the shit out of, both your girlfriend and her mother?”
Dan and I chuckled.
“Funny enough, it never came up in conversation,” Dan replied, his eyes meeting my Mom’s in the rearview mirror.
“We probably shouldn’t mention it.” I offered. “We can just tell your cousin we had plans with my Mom already, so invited her along.”
Dan mulled it over, before answering decisively. “Nah, fuck it. I don’t plan on changing our living situation any time soon. I think… if anyone has a problem, they’ll just have to get used to it.”
“You sure?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’s our choice. If other people don’t understand, so be it.”
I felt a deepening of my respect for Dan’s resolve and authority. He seemed to be taking the lead, and both my Mom and I trusted him enough to do so.
We reached the restaurant a little after 8 o’clock. A cute blonde waitress in her 30s showed us to our table. Her cheeks seemed a little flushed, the sight of a tall, handsome young man accompanied by two immaculately dressed and beautiful Japanese women was evidently not an everyday occurrence in her place of business.
I wondered whether she was trying to guess which one of us was Dan’s partner.
Could she even suspect the truth?
I smiled inwardly.
When we got to our booth, a slim, petite auburn-haired girl rose, her clear blue eyes and youthful alabaster skin emanating natural feminine beauty. She looked a little younger than us, probably 18 or 19. At about 5’1, she was also shorter than my Mom and me. Her long, mid-back-length hair glowed healthily in the light as she moved. When she smiled, her soft features, plump rosebud lips, and alluring eyes made her look like a young 1930s Hollywood starlet, full of magnetic appeal and promise. She wore tight dark navy jeans and a simple cream blouse. She didn’t have a large bust, I guessed probably an A or B cup, but I couldn’t help notice the curve of an exceptionally round, larger-than-expected ass as she stood up to greet us.
“Hey cuz!” she almost yelled, diving forward to wrap her arms around Dan’s broad frame. He hugged her back, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.
“Hey Jess, this is my girlfriend Yumi, and her Mom, Mei,” he said casually.
“Nice to meet you!” I said pleasantly, stepping forward to hug the young woman.
“You too! Wow, oh my God, you two are so pretty!” she said endearingly.
“Why thank you!” I replied, pretending to be bashful for once. “I love your hair, by the way, it’s gorgeous!”
“I grew it myself!” She flicked her mane theatrically as she giggled.
“A pleasure to meet you too, Jessie.” my Mom said as she lightly embraced the girl, some of her old formality returning.
We sat and ordered drinks, Dan opting for soda water. When the drinks arrived, the four of us clinked our glasses, the three ladies taking a sip of the sweet cocktails.
“So!… how are things?” Dan asked his cousin after we had settled.
“Aw, you know. Same old sh… stuff!” Jessie blushed as she caught herself, her eyes flicking to my mother.
“Same old ‘shit’?” my Mom asked politely, her wry, mischievous gleam returning.
“Uhhh yeah.” Her cheeks turned scarlet as she smiled. “Well… pretty much. Except… I started seeing a guy!” she gushed girlishly. “His name is Devon.”
“Hmmmm! And am I going to have a word with this ‘Devon’? About his intentions for my little cousin?” Dan jibed.
“HA! Might be a TEENY bit late for that, cuz!”
“Jess is my only cousin,” Dan explained to my Mom and me. “Her Dad died when she was young, so her and my aunt used to go on family holidays with us. She’s basically like my little sister… Annoying, infuriating, and occasionally needing protection… mainly from herself.”
“You forgot ‘lovable’!” Jessie added, batting her eyelashes, and we all laughed. “When we went to the beach on vacation, Dan would always keep the creeps away.”
“Hmmm… I might’ve had a few less creeps to fight off if you had worn a one-piece swimsuit instead of those skimpy bikinis…”
My Mom and I exchanged a furtive, quizzical glance.
Jessie cleared her throat.
“Your Mom said that you moved out,” Jessie asked, seeming to change the subject. Her eyes flicked from Dan’s to mine. “Did you two get a place together?”
“Well…” I began.
“… the three of us got a place.” Dan finished.
“Oh.” Jessie nodded slightly. “That’s cool, keeps the rent down I guess.” Jessie turned to my Mom. “Well, I hope Dan is doing his fair share of the cooking and cleaning!”
“Oh, don’t you worry.” my Mom replied with the ghost of a smile on her lips. “He’s certainly kept busy.”
“Will you two get your own place after Uni?” Jess asked Dan and me.
“No,” Dan said slowly. “The three of us… how can I put it?… have an arrangement.”
“Ok?…” she said, nonplussed.
Her eyes moved from Dan’s face to mine, to my Mom’s. We were all staring at her intently now, and her brow furrowed a little.
“Let’s just say… the three don’t only share the rent,” Dan said.
“Why do I feel like I’m waiting for a punchline?” Jessie said, shifting uneasily in her seat.
“We share… each other,” Dan said finally, his gaze fixed on his cousin’s face.
As understanding dawned on the young girl, her eyes grew wide with shock.
“Wait… You’re… all…” she stammered, much to our amusement.
“That’s right,” I said. “We’re ‘all’.”
Like a startled doe, her large eyes scanned the surrounding area to ensure she wouldn’t be overheard.
“But, I mean… You said… So… you’re NOT mother and daughter?” she whispered conspiratorially.
“Oh no. We are.” I replied. The teen sat back in her seat, completely flummoxed.
“It’s unconventional.” my mother added. “But it has been working for us… so far at least.”
“Oh. My. GOD!” Jessie exclaimed. She turned to Dan. “You are one lucky motherfucker!”
We all laughed once more and the building tension seemed to dissipate slightly.
Realizing her words, Jessie quickly turned to face my Mom. “I mean!… No offense!”
“None taken,” my Mom chuckled. “He is.”
“So… let me get this straight.” Her brow creased once more as she attempted to digest this bombshell. “So… you two… share Dan?”
Dan, my Mom, and I looked at each other before answering.
Were we actually going to admit to living in a taboo three-way relationship?
Judging by Dan’s and my mother’s relaxed expressions, it appeared so.
Leave a Reply