Chapter 3

I could feel her muscles working on the inside. Even after we calmed down, I was still as hard as a rock. Once in a while, I pushed into her a little.

“I think there are two other women here that want equal time,” Laura said.

“Two?”

“I think Mom wants you too. I have a feeling that that’s why she’s going along with this.”

“Wait. Was this planned?”

“For three weeks. I wanted you to grab me when I first took my bra off, but you didn’t. That’s why we came up with the masturbating thing.”

“So, I was set up.”

“No. Used, maybe, but not set up.”

“OK, sweetheart. I’m ready for another round. I may not be able to get all of you today, but you’ll have a ride of your life when I do.”

I started on her again, and didn’t quit until I filled her two more times. I was done for the day.

Dad finally made it home, just in time for dinner. If he only knew what had happened at his end of the table just a few hours before ... I spotted the girls giggling to themselves when he sat down.

After dinner, Dad went to his den, and shut the door. Mom and the girls cleaned up the kitchen, and I cleaned up the table. After that, the girls went upstairs, and Mom went outside. I followed her. She stopped at the end of the patio, wrapped her arms around herself, then stood there.

“Are you cold, Mom?”

“Larry. I didn’t hear you come out. No. I’m okay.” I stepped up beside her.

“It’s a beautiful night.”

“Yes, it is.” She turned to me. “About today. I didn’t think things would go that far.”

“I didn’t either, Mom. I guess I’m just like any other boy. I want to touch naked girl flesh.”

“I understand that. I was young once too, you know.”

“You’re still beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to get into my pants too. Well, you’re out of luck. I don’t have any on. We all decided today that we won’t wear panties or bras around the house.”

I stood there for a minute, looking at her.

“You have raised three wonderful, intelligent children. You know that, right?”

“Yes.”

“Being intelligent means that we are able to figure things out, right?”

“I ... guess.”

“When were you going to tell us about you and Dad?”

“What is there to tell?”

“About your sex life, or lack thereof.”

“How ... How did you know?”

“He’s never around. When he is, you’re not the same. When he’s not, you’re actually a lot of fun to be around.”

She looked at me and smiled, then turned to the backyard.

“He had a vasectomy right after you were born. I didn’t know about it. I couldn’t have sex for six weeks afterward anyway. I found out six years later. I was going through some papers and found it. I was floored. I never said anything to him, and he’s never brought it up. I guess we’ve just drifted apart now.”

She looked at me.

“We’ve only slept in that bed for the last two years. Sleep. Nothing else. I guess I wanted to live out my dreams in the three of you.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you can live out any dreams you want to.” I stepped behind her and put my arms around her. “Any dreams.”

“Any?”

“Any.”

“Good. Come with me.”

She grabbed my hand, then we went to the side of the house. The privacy fence wraps around to the two front corners of the house. We stopped at Dad’s den window. He had the blinds open, but the window was shut. He was on the phone, not five feet away. Mom dropped her dress right there.

“Are you serious?” I whispered.

“As a heart attack,” she whispered back.

She reached for my shirt, then pulled it over my head. She slid my shorts down, then grabbed my dick. She started stroking it as she got closer to me.