In the past one of the more delightful times I had as a younger, perhaps slightly more active man than now, was to end up bedding three members of the same family and then a family friend as well. If you want to read about it it's called 'Keeping it in the Family'. Even though it sounds like incest, in fact as I wasn't related to them it wasn't. The best thing about it all was that they all knew about the others - so it was the choice of all worlds, no jealousy, no bitching, nothing. I think the worst remark I heard in all the time I was with them was - "Hey, it's my turn! He's mine tonight, you can have him tomorrow." Often I wasn't asked what I thought, but hell! I was young and fit - it would have been rude not to take up what was being offered.
I'm a lot older now, and never expected anything like that to ever happen again. But in rather curious circumstances, I ended up bedding three generations of a family that lived not too far away. Not something I'd normally ever consider doing with folks on my own doorstep. Actually it was a scenario that if you tried to set it up you couldn't - I just wish I'd bet money on it ever happening. As it turned out I'd have made a killing.
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What's the old saw? Be careful of what you wish for? Well in essence I had known this family since we moved to this location - the quick way into town was past our house and they all used to stop and chat on the way. Daughter was still at college in those days and mother was in her second marriage. In the short number of intervening years that too had gone sour and finished. To help make ends meet Grandma had moved in. Three generations under one roof. All three women were attractive in their own way - youngest a friendly stunner, mother a very attractive soccer mum type and Grandma a still strikingly beautiful mature lady. The younger two had been lucky to inherit their mother's beauty and brains. In build all came from the same mould - quite tall, five eight, five nine, slim and with nice, well proportioned figures. I'd heard both mother and daughter get whistled at by van drivers.
Watching young Kathie grow and blossom into the nubile 20 year old she now was, was a great pastime as she always stopped and passed the time of day with us if either my other half or I were in the garden. More than once after Kathie had walked on into town Pam had laughed and remarked to me, "Don't lie - I know you'd like to get into her pants!" Pam and I had been together for too long for me to do anything other than agree. Though we're both pretty liberal in our outlook, as they only lived a few doors down neither of us thought any more of the joking, though inwardly I knew that if I ever got the chance wild horses wouldn't stop me.
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Pam had to go up country on a long planned excursion to see some friends and stay with them for a couple of weeks. It was something she did from time to time, neither of us gave it much thought. I came in a little earlier than normal one afternoon just before the latest trip to find Anita, Kathie's mother, having tea with Pam. They'd become friends over the years and as Pam's mobility was no longer what it might be following a failed operation Pam's friends often dropped in - so again no big deal. A mug of tea was duly produced and I sat down and joined them.
"I'm glad you got back a bit earlier Sven," Pam said, "Nita's got a small difficulty and has asked for some help. I've said yes we will, but she insists that I run it past you first."
Nita blushed a little and looked uncomfortable.
Pam carried on, "While I'm away they're having some new windows put in in Mary's room."
Mary was Nita's mother.
"The fitters have said that they would like Mary to move out for a couple or three days as some remedial work has to be completed first. So Mary won't be able to use her room. Most of her things will need to be moved out as well. Nita was just telling me that Mary was going to sleep on their sofa for a week. I said that we wouldn't hear of it - so Kath and Nita are going to bring some of Mary's things round here and she can use Ben's old room - it's not as if he will mind and I've told both Nita and Mary that you'll be glad of the company."
All I could think of was that it seemed a useful idea and I said so.
Nita said, "Thanks, Sven - it's really very kind of you both - Pam's been most insistent, but I said that you had to agree as well. Mary's happy at the thought - she's not as young as she used to be and I don't think that she was really looking forward to that old settee..."
Then as an after thought, "Oh, and Mary said to tell you she'll be very happy to cook for you and won't take no for an answer."
Inwardly I thought "Oh bugger! that's any thought of playing while the cat's away straight out the metaphorical window!"
But as you do, I smiled sweetly and said "No probs at all - and Mary's cooking will be a great change from Pam's usual." Which earned me a laugh and a warning dig in the ribs from my best beloved.
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The day before Pam was due to leave Nita and Mary appeared looking a little flustered - I had opened the door to find them there, both obviously concerned. They started talking together - so I held up my hands, stopped them, and said, "Not on the doorstep, come on - in you come, kettle's just boiled - any problems will wait until we have a cup of tea in our hands."
So in they came - Mary rather fidgety I thought, while Nita just looked worried. Tea poured we sat at the kitchen table.
"So what's the problem?" I asked.
"Oh Sven," Nita started, "The builders have discovered that there's rather more work than they thought and rather than being a day or two it's going to be more like a week or two."
My response? "... and the problem is?" Then continuing, "I don't recall either Pam or I putting any time constraints on things. If you need some help you need some help. Full stop. Won't make any difference to Pam or I - she's away and as long as Mary can stand my snoring through two doors or the wall then there isn't a problem."
I shrugged my shoulders and asked, "Now Mary - if you're coming over tonight - what's on the menu - you know Pam's a vegetarian...."
The relief on their faces was a picture as they argued about what Mary was going to cook. In the end it was settled as Pam arrived back in from the shops, helped herself to a mug of tea, and said, "Fish and chips," which she does eat, "for supper." So that was sorted then.
Later that night, with Mary safely settled into the spare bedroom, Pam said to me, "I think you're going to have fun while I'm away - Mary may be a little older, but she's got a hell of a twinkle in her eye."
She was holding my balls as she spoke and had just removed the end of my penis from her mouth - she always says it's rude to talk with your mouth full. I must admit I had noticed the same thing - I might have known it wouldn't get past Pam's watchful eyes - and everything twitched mightily at the thought.
Pam just giggled, "God, you're incorrigible - she'll be in bed with you before the taxi's turned the corner!"
Then she returned to running her tongue and lips round his straining tip, before climbing onto me, holding him as she slipped onto and then engulfed me in one easy practised move. I nipped the proffered nipple lightly and was rewarded with attempted strangulation by the muscles surrounding me. Tonight I couldn't wait for niceties so I rolled Pam onto her back, put my arms behind her knees and fucked her fast and hard - attempting to drive her through the mattress. Neither of us lasted long in what was a wet and noisy experience - never giving a thought to Mary just the other side of the wall.
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First thing in the morning Mary and I waved Pam off in the taxi - God knows what any neighbours who saw us thought. Pam and I certainly didn't care too much and Mary didn't seem to be over bothered either.
Mary had the use of the Family bathroom and I had our en-suite so I wandered off to finish washing and dressing - though I've mainly retired now, I do keep some parts of my business going, more of a favour to old customers who've become friends. We don't really need the money it brings in, but both Pam and I have agreed it keeps me from under her feet and my mind working. My Hobby is classic cars so in a way the money keeps that side of my spare time going as well.
