Linda’s discovery – part 3b

“Move up here,” I told her, patting the limestone cap surrounding the top of the hot tub.

She sat on the cap, now totally out of the water except for her feet. I put both of my hands on either side of her hips on the cap. “I want you to have a good seat for this,” I breathed, leaning forward so that I was now bent at the waist, Mark still standing behind me.

I looked over my shoulder at my son, alternately staring at my ass that was still submerged in the water and Anne’s pussy that was clearly visible as she spread her legs in front of my face. “I think we need to show Annie how a son fucks his mom baby,” I said huskily. “Fuck mama now.”

I saw Mark glance up at Anne and then back down at me and he smiled. With that I felt his hard dick enter me with no resistance on my part. My pussy was soaking wet and it had nothing to do with the water from the hot tub. “Oh god,” I moaned, leaning forward some more as he rammed his dick in me as far as he could go. My face was now just inches from Anne’s pussy and I saw her fingers from her right hand move to her clit and began to move it in a circular pattern.

I was so close I could smell her pussy and couldn’t contain myself from tasting it. I moved forward a bit more, my son moving with me, still fucking me, water splashing on the sides from his rocking in and out.

My tongue replaced her fingers and I tasted another woman’s pussy for the first time in twenty years. I have to admit that ever since that night that she offered me her cum soaked finger, I had been thinking about doing exactly this. It tasted heavenly. Even more so because this time I tasted her while my son watched.

Anne groaned deeply and used one of her hands to support her on the cap of the hot tub and the other went behind my head to make sure I didn’t change my mind. But I had no such intention. I loved the dual ecstasy of having my pussy fucked by my son and tasting my best friends’ pussy at the same time.

I felt my stomach begin to tighten and I knew that I was very near an orgasm. I moaned into Annie’s pussy as I felt the waves inside me start to crest. Anne tightened her grip on the back of my head and held me tightly against her pussy, my tongue flicking wildly back and forth up and down on her clit. She closed her thighs around my head and let out a low guttural moan and I could taste her juices as they seeped from her pussy.

Her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I felt my pussy muscles contract around Mark’s cock, still sliding back and forth in me and I came in an intense orgasm. This caused Mark to be the last in our three person domino to fall and he grabbed my hips and jammed his cock in as far as it could go and began to shoot his sperm in me. I took my mouth off of Annie’s pussy long enough to gasp when I felt the force of his orgasm and my legs began to buckle. He stayed inside me until he could cum no more and I felt him soften until he couldn’t stay inside me anymore.

Annie must have been watching all of this unfold because as soon as he slipped out she took my hand and beckoned me to stand up so that I was now standing on the limestone cap, each of my feet on either side of her as she sucked his juices out of my pussy. In less than a minute of her tongue lashing, I was cumming again, almost unable to stand after it ended.

When my orgasm did end I sat beside her on the capstone, both of our swollen red pussies on display for my son, who had collapsed back and sat on the far side of the spa watching his mom get his cum sucked out of her by his best friends mom. It must have been quite the sight. As Anne and I tried to regain our breath I looked at him and we both smiled at each other. I knew that I needed to have him inside me at least once more before he went back to school the next day but I also knew that I would have to wait for at least a little bit.

I turned to Anne sitting next to me. “Aren’t you glad you didn’t go home now,” I smiled.

She laughed and kissed me on the lips. “You have no idea how glad I am,” she said.

The next morning Mark and I had another breathtaking session in bed. For the first time, there didn’t seem to be any animalistic urge on the part of either of us and what ensued was a long, tender, sensual, love-making hour. I was positively glowing when we finished.

Before he left for college he and I also discussed the events of the previous evening. We both knew that Tom and Anne wanted to fulfill each of their fantasies, but that neither of them was – so far – willing to risk making the first move. I figured that Annie would appreciate any assistance that I could lend in making this happen and Mark and I strategized about how that might work. In the end, we agreed that Mark would talk to Tom about limited parts of the preceding night. We didn’t know how Tom might react to hearing that Mark had seen Anne completely naked or having lesbian sex before Tom got a chance to participate. Therefore Mark would limit his description to the three of us sharing a hot tub in our underwear and that Anne and I were apparently flirting with him. And finally that, in Mark’s opinion, both Anne and I would be open to taking it further. Mark had a devilish smile on his face as the plan blossomed and said that he was positive it would set the tone for a great weekend when they both returned home.

As he was packing up his car Anne stopped over and handed Mark a pair of her panties and told him that she thought of him that morning as she was cumming in them, calling it a small token of her appreciation for sharing his mom with her last night. I laughed and told her that her panties, along with the ones that I had let him take back, should keep him well stocked until both of our boys came home in a couple of weeks. I also told Anne of the plan that Mark and I had concocted and could see that she was truly appreciative and excited about Mark’s willingness to help bring her and her son closer to living out their fantasies.

In the following two weeks Mark and I had to resort to mutual masturbation over the phone to satisfy our insatiable sexual appetites for each other. Now these conversations frequently included mentions of Anne and I going down on each other, or Mark fucking Anne, or Tom fucking me. Nothing seemed to be off limits while we were on the phone. All of this only increased the anticipation that he and I had for his return. Mark did speak with Tom several times over the following weeks and told him the edited version of his night with Anne and me. He told me that Tom was “stoked” to get home and see if there was any way that he might be able to emulate what Mark had the opportunity to live out.

Of course, Anne and I spoke frequently also. I updated her on Mark’s and Tom’s conversation and assured her that my only interest was in helping she and Tom fulfill their mutual fantasies.

The day that Mark and Tom were to return home couldn’t come fast enough for me. Anne and I spoke almost every day and I knew that she was both nervous and excited too. We had already decided that she and Tom would join us for dinner the night he came home. When that Friday finally rolled around, the hands on the clock moved like slow molasses. I worked from home that day, as did Anne – although “work” hardly described my day. My mind was on little else than having my son home with me and sharing my bed that night.

Mark came bursting through the back door about 4:00 that afternoon and I greeted me with a kiss that curled my toes. His hands were all over me and I could already feel his hard cock press against me. I had already showered and changed to the clothes I was to wear that evening, choosing a loose short skirt and button up blouse over my matching white lingerie. The panties and bra that I had chosen were especially feminine, made of silk with a pretty lace pattern. The bra was sheer enough that my hard nipples were evident as Mark ran his hands over them as we kissed just inside the back door leading to the garage. I so wanted to fuck him right there, but knew we had a limited amount of time until Tom and Anne joined us so we had to content ourselves with kissing and grinding against each other in the breakfast area with our clothes on for the time being.

Mark showered and dressed and ran to the store for some last minute items for dinner and returned just before Tom and Anne came through the back door.

“Knock, knock,” she called out as they entered. “Look who I have,” she beamed, obviously happy and proud to show off her handsome son.

“Hey Mrs. T,” Tom said as I approached them.

I greeted both of them with a kiss on the cheek and the boys stood around the kitchen, catching us up on their college lives as Anne and I put dinner together. Anne looked very cute in her short skirt and pullover top. I smiled to myself wondering if she had chosen her lingerie as carefully as I had. We let the boys drink beer while she and I shared a bottle of wine. Both of us were so giddy, and probably a little nervous about how the night may play out, that the wine flowed a little faster than the beer, but no one cared.

Dinner was pasta with a light cream sauce with various vegetables mixed in. Not too heavy, but filling. We sat at the table for probably thirty minutes after we had all finished just laughing and talking. Our boys had grown into such handsome and sweet men that I couldn’t help but feel proud as we visited.

I told the boys to pick out a DVD for us to watch on our big screen while Anne and I cleaned up. While they were looking through the collection, Anne and I finally had a chance to visit alone.

“Did Tom say anything about his conversation with Mark?” I asked in a hushed tone, washing the dishes.

“No,” she giggled. “But I noticed him eyeing me as soon as he walked in and could feel how hard he was when he hugged me. It was all I could do to keep from jumping him as soon as he walked in the door.”

“I know,” I laughed along with her. “When Mark kisses me like he did when he came home I just want to rip off his clothes and bend over the table and let him do me right there.”