Brenda quickly assured me that it was okay, not to worry, that Deena had told her about everything that we had been doing. This was way outside of anything that I had ever imagined. I remember that she was wearing a sort of bathrobe that came down to just above her knees and that her hand was resting on Deena's shoulder. She told me that she knew that I was a polite, respectful young man and that she appreciated that I was considerate of her daughter. It was so surreal.
I was sure that I was hallucinating when she told me that she wanted to talk to me when we were finished before leaving us, but Deena assured me that it was okay, that they had discussed it. I can remember how she laughed at the expression on my face when she told me that she wanted me to do to her mother what I had been doing to her, that she had told her everything and that she wanted to share it with her. I mean, this was the heyday of free love and all of that and I was totally into it, but this was way over the top. I was actually...I don't know, embarrassed or something. I didn't have anything against Brenda. She was a good-looking woman with a lusher body than Deena, something I knew from dancing with her, feeling her pressed up against me. I wasn't in the least bothered about being with her, but I still had some old-fashioned ideas about what was acceptable.
There was no way that I was going to go into Brenda's bedroom naked, even though she had just seen me fucking Deena. I just couldn't and pulled on my jockey shorts. I didn't switch to boxers until I was in my 40s. Deena practically pushed me into her mother's bedroom. Brenda was laying on her bed, naked, her feet flat on the mattress and wide apart. I could see that she had the same huge bush that Deena did and that one of her hands was between her legs. Nobody was happier than me when shaved genitals became the norm. There's nothing sexier than a bald, naked pussy.
Deena had closed the door after pushing me in and she stayed on the other side. I was very uncomfortable but also excited. Brenda pushed up and looked at me, then told me that she was glad that I had come to see her, that I shouldn't worry about it, but that she'd understand if I wasn't interested in a woman her age. When I told her that her age didn't bother me, but that I was worried about hurting Deena's feelings, she told me that it was Deena's idea to begin with, that she didn't date very often or have any special men friends. She told me that she had agreed because she knew me and liked me as her dance teacher and a person and that Deena's detailed descriptions of what we were doing together had excited her.
It was an amazing experience. She tasted just like Deena, just a lot wetter, and she was a much better kisser. When I told her that I was going to cum, she told me she wanted me to do it like I did with Deena -- she used her name -- and cum in her mouth. As crazy as everything had been, I was actually shocked when Deena came into the room while I was cumming in Brenda's mouth. She sat on the bed next to us and watched her mother suck me off. That became the most outrageous night of my life. I stayed the night and they took turns with me, one of them sitting on my face while the other rode my cock. My balls ached for days afterwards. This became a regular occurrence until Deena left for college a couple of months later, though I continued to see Brenda until I moved to Israel a few months later.
