"Yeah, well, I could tell Mark thought so too, and it didn't take me long to realize that the lump in his pants wasn't for me. I know that mom noticed it also, and in her state, at that time, she was a little fixated on it. At that point, something suddenly made sense to me. I had discovered earlier in the evening that mom had walked in on Mark and I having sex when we were supposed to be studying, but she never did say anything. The reason, which I later confirmed, was that she was so aroused from watching us, she
couldn't
say anything without giving herself away. That further explains her disappointment that your evening was interrupted. She had been so aroused from watching us that she couldn't wait for you to satisfy her.
"So, there the three us were, sitting on the sofa and the sexual tension was becoming so thick we could hardly stand it. Had Mark not been there, I would have comforted my mother as I had done before, and we would have ended up making love. And what occurred to me was why couldn't we both comfort her? So, without further thought, I blatantly started something and I strongly encouraged mom to participate. Of course, she resisted, but—"
"Uh, let me guess, you persisted."
"See, you're starting to understand."
"And
Mark
willingly went along with this?" George wanted to know.
"He was very concerned about doing something behind your back. He resi—, well, you know the drill."
"How many other guys have you and your mother—"
"
None
," Kendall quickly answered, almost anticipating the question. "And just so you know, Mark was my first and I was his. And my mother doesn't sleep around. She's a one man woman."
"And you don't consider her with Mark—"
"It's different. She doesn't go looking for it. He was there, I pushed her."
"But what does it say that she
didn't
resist?" George countered.
"As I've said, George, we are very sexual women. We need and
want
a lot of sex. Once you two were married, you wouldn't have been able to keep up. Mark can fill in the gaps. To be truthful, the kind of family we're hoping for is one where we all participate. There may come nights when you want to fuck me and not her, or both of us together." She could see him visualizing that and it was giving him a rise. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"Well, of course, it's appealing, but . . ." He shrugged. "And Mark's in agreement with that?"
"He likes the idea and he really would if he knew you were."
"So, when was anyone going to tell
me
?"
"We first wanted to determine if you were open-minded, and if so,
how
open-minded you are."
"Look, I like sex as much as the next guy," George explained. "I'm not opposed to threesomes and foursomes. Hell, I'll even admit that my wife and I talked about swinging, before she got sick. And with her teaching Mark, well, obviously incest is not an issue. But we were always open and
honest
about our sexual desires."
"I can appreciate that," Kendall agreed. "My mother and I didn't plan for any of this to happen the way it did—it
just happened
. There was never any intent to deceive you. Would we have liked for you to have been a part of it?
Hell yeah
. Do we still want you to be a part of it? More than ever." She leaned in and put her hands on his shoulders. "We are all very sorry and we regret that you had to find out the way you did. My mother said she attempted to tell you yesterday at lunch, but was interrupted."
George nodded, recalling the beginning of that conversation.
Kendall went on. She was on his right side and kept her left hand on his right shoulder while casually dropping her right hand to his left thigh. "As I said, I felt I was at fault for the evolution of this situation, and these things can escalate out of control if something isn't done right away, so this morning, while my mom and Mark were still sleeping, I awoke, snuck Mark's keys and drove his car over here, hoping this is where you were. I know you still love my mom and she loves you, and Mark and I love the two of you very much also. Again, I'm very sorry about the way you found out about this, but since it's not the situation that you're upset about, do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive us and let's get back to the way we were?" She eased her hand ever so slowly up his thigh toward his again fully erect cock.
Watching her hand, but making no attempt to stop it, George asked, "Is that your fallback plan? Seduce me?"
"No, I'm just anxious to fuck you again," she answered very straight forward. "I have a feeling it wasn't me you thought you were fucking the first time. I want to see how good it will be when you
know
you're fucking me."
George grinned, shaking his head. "You and your mother really
are
oversexed. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that Mark couldn't resist Donna."
"Don't sell yourselves short," Kendall countered, her fingertips making contact with his scrotum. "You and Mark are pretty irresistible too."
Nodding pensively, George asked, "So, what will happen one night when I'm away on business, and you and Mark are up at college, and your mom is so horny she can't stand it?"
"She won't go out looking for another man, that's for sure," Kendall reported without doubt. "Or a woman. She'd fly to wherever you are, or if that was not possible, drive to the other end of the state to be with us. But she wouldn't do it with a stranger."
"And you're so certain of this, why?"
"Because with all of the guys she's dated, she never once cheated on any of them, regardless the length of the relationship. And just so you know, while I have emphasized how sexual mom and I are, it doesn't mean we can't control ourselves. Given your scenario, she would most likely just attack whomever of us arrived home first. And oh what fun that would be: my mother so horny she couldn't think straight."
Kendall now had his balls in her hand and was about to roll them around, but she saw that George seemed to be lost in thought. Not knowing if it was because of what she was doing or if he was mulling over their discussion, she halted, even removing her hand to make certain it was the latter, and if so, to give him a few minutes.
When he grimaced five minutes later, she could wait no longer. "Well?"
* * *
Donna awoke with a start, uncertain what caused it. Her sudden movement also shook Mark to wakefulness. He rose up on his elbow and turned to look at Donna. They regarded each other momentarily, distracted for an instant by their nudity, until the horrible events of the previous evening were frighteningly restored in their memories. The sudden change in their otherwise hollow expression indicated they'd both achieved the realization simultaneously.
"What are we going to do?" Mark asked helplessly.
Donna could only shrug. "Where's Kendall?"
"I don't know." Mark tilted his head up to listen for the shower or any other telltale sounds. The house was quiet. He eased off the bed, suddenly ashamed of his nudity, and quickly scrambled for his clothes. He vaguely recalled stripping in the hallway, and dressed as he recovered each item.
Reaching the kitchen and living areas, Kendall was nowhere to be found. Donna was instantly behind him, having donned one of her skimpy robes. As Mark secured his belt, he realized that his pants were a bit lighter. A quick check of his pockets told him his keys were missing. He stepped over to a window, lifted a slat in the blinds, and was not really surprised that his car was gone.
"She took my keys and my car," Mark reported.
"Where could she have gone?"
"Only one place I can think of."
"Your house," Donna concluded.
"She always believed that she started all of this sexual activity."
"So, she went to there to attempt to fix it," Donna finished as though they were thinking with one mind. "Give me a minute to throw some clothes on."
Minutes later, in Donna's car, Mark said worriedly, "I hope she doesn't fuck it up worse."
"You really think she would?"
"Not intentionally. But I've never seen my dad so angry. He might not be his usual rational self."
"Well, whatever it is, we deal with it as best we can."
Despite that seemingly calm statement, Mark could hear the tension in her voice. However, her face gave nothing away. One thing he did notice: as terrified as they both were about what they were facing, and as quickly as she had thrown herself together—no make-up, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, white button-up shirt, no bra as evidenced by the impression of her nipples against the material and the outline of her dark areola—she was still beautiful. "I have to tell you this. Some women are beautiful because they dress fashionably, wear carefully applied make-up and fix their hair just right, but see them without any of that and you wish you hadn't. You, on the other hand, even as disheveled as you are now are beautiful regardless."
Donna allowed a smile to surface through the misery she was trying hard to conceal. "Thank you, Mark, that's very sweet."
"I love you and Kendall. I really do. I've already lost one woman who was very important to me. It wasn't fun. I don't want to lose another. Even if my dad doesn't come around today, I'm going to keep working on him until he does."
