Lap of Honour

Lap of Honour

Recap: At 49, and widowed, I had been seeing a lady called Pat for some time, and was on the verge of sleeping with her for the first time. She had discussed my 'size' with both her daughters, one of whom I work with, and they had each decided (separately) to "Test Drive" me so their mother wouldn't be hurt. Or so they said. The night after these events was my first with Pat and it went extremely well, with Pat asking me to move in with her. We sealed our pact with a wild morning which included taking her anal virginity.

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Have you ever thought about how life loves its' little jokes and quirks? Six months ago I had been coasting through life, not alone, exactly, but certainly without a "significant other". Now I was living with a wonderful woman who accepted not only my earlier baggage (a wife who I'd adored, and who had succumbed all too early to cancer) but also the fact that I had slept with both her daughters!

I felt truly blessed to have Pat in my life, and to be a huge part of hers, but although she never referred to my escapades with Debbie and Pam, I still retained a sense of, I don't know really – shame? Regret? Guilt? All of the above I guess, even though Pat herself never made so much as a mention of it.

It was now three months since the tumultuous week that finished with me agreeing to move in with Pat. For a variety of reasons it had taken much longer than I'd imagined to accomplish, not least of which was arranging a letting agent so I could rent out my house. That had proved the most problematic thing of all, to be honest; the issue finally resolved when Pamela's landlord sold up, leaving her suddenly with nowhere to live. When Debbie decided to flee the family home and move in with her sister (no doubt following several family conferences!) everything else seemed to simply fall in to place –the girls rented my house, while I moved in with their mother!

Pat and I had continued to enjoy our newly discovered sex-life whenever her work patterns and mine allowed; she was required to work one week in three of night shift, and she spent the majority of the daylight hours sleeping. I had done my share of nights when younger, so I could sympathise completely! Still, when we did get together, our love-making was wonderful, varying between slow, sensual loving to hard, passionate fucking – and we never knew when we started which option we would take, which made it even more exciting.

One thing Pat hadn't wanted to do was take me in her arse again; we had engaged in plenty of anal play, including fingers, her small dildo and even some newly-purchased love beads; but never my cock. It didn't bother me at all actually, because as much as I enjoyed it, anal sex had never been a major part of my sex life. However Pat mentioned more than once how much she wanted to take me there again, partly because of the massive orgasm she had experienced the first and only time we'd done it, and partly because she felt I wanted to; unfortunately she'd felt quite sore the day following that occasion, and was quite concerned about trying it again.

My darling was nothing if not plucky though, and approached the matter in her usual no-nonsense fashion. Working as a senior nurse she was well aware of all the different lubricants, mild anaesthetic creams and ointments available and, over the course of a few weeks, managed to acquire a few different types to try that were near their expiry dates. Apart from the usual lubricants like KY jelly she found one called Astroglide, left behind – unopened – by one of her patients. When we researched it on the internet, it transpired to be very much recommended for anal sex, both by straight couples and gay men. Seemed like the one to go for, as the ones with anaesthetics in struck me as being a bit dangerous – I was concerned that I would damage Pat internally which was far beyond anything I wanted, even if it meant I could enjoy some of Pats' arse again!

Pat decided, unknown to me initially, that the forthcoming weekend was when she wanted to try out anal penetration with me again. She had, also unbeknownst to me, discussed with Pamela about the best way to accommodate my girth in her back door, and had (she told me, much later!) enjoyed her preparations for the event. These preparations consisted of the purchase and use of four butt-plugs, each of increasing size; the smallest one fitted snugly and easily inside her anus, the second stretched it a little, the third stretched her somewhat uncomfortably at first, and the last one – well, suffice to say, she wasn't able to wear that one for the duration of her 12-hour shifts as she had with the others! All this had been accompanied by her use of the lubricants she had obtained via her work, so she was able to test those out too. As I said, very "no-nonsense" my woman is!

As I said, however, at the time I knew nothing of all of this; I was enjoying settling down into a life of inter-personal domesticity – something I hadn't realised I was missing until I had it again! The single fly in the ointment was that every third week I would have to spend in our bed on my own due to Pats' shifts, barely seeing her during that time as my own work required an 8a.m. start most days and I often didn't get home until after Pat had already gone to work. Mind you, the "Hello again" nights more than made up for it!

The other thing that made my solo nights easier to bear was that often one or other of the girls would appear, looking to be fed! We would often talk of a range of matters while we ate and, especially in Pamela's case, I got to know them both much better as individual people rather than employee or partners' daughter. The strange thing was, (when I allowed myself to think about it) that neither Pam nor Debbie ever made any move to try and entice me to sleep with them, nor did the thought enter my own mind. Given the way they had both fucked me with a good deal of gusto those months ago, in another scenario I might have expected one of them to want a repeat of the action. I know that sounds a little bit egotistical on my part, but I'm only human after all!

Anyway, all that was to change about three months into our life together. On this particular evening Pat and I had enjoyed a light supper, and were sitting on the couch with the television on in the corner, though we were (ahem) otherwise engaged, and not really paying a great deal of attention to what was going on around us. We were, in fact, both virtually naked by this time; Pat retained only her underwear, although her bra was unhooked and her full breasts were uncovered, and I had only my boxer shorts on, my rigid penis poking out of the leg where it was being gently stroked by Pat's delicate hand in time with my ministrations to her boobs and nipples.

So it was that neither of us heard the knock on the door, or Pamela entering the house and wandering through to the living room to look for us. It was only when I heard a small clatter from the door that either of us anyone else was in the house – the clatter being Pam's handbag as it hit the floor!

"Mum! Tom! I'm SO sorry!" she cried, her face a rather fetching shade of pink! I noticed that even as she apologised profusely for arriving at the house unannounced, she hadn't yet taken her eyes away from the sight of her mother's hand covering the head of my cock; the fact that both my hands were covering Pat's breasts seemed to have escaped her attention completely. Strangely, neither of us had entirely stopped what we'd been doing when Pamela had come in, though Pat had slowed her stroking action on my penis somewhat, while on my part I had stopped my gentle nipping of Pat's erect nipples but left my fingers on either side of them, the hard rubbery tips grazing the insides of my fingers.

Pam settled into the chair opposite our couch, her gaze now taking in the scene quite a bit more fully than before.

"Oh my God" she breathed, "you two are so sexy, it's not funny!"

To my surprise, Pat answered her straight away – my Pat, who I had never thought would be comfortable in a situation like this, was holding a conversation with her daughter while at the same time holding my rock-hard member in her hand!

"Why, thank you sweetheart," she said, quite casually, "I'm glad you think so. I think Tom is extremely sexy," she went on, "but I'm not so sure about myself".

"Oh mum, don't be so daft!" Pamela exclaimed, "you've got an amazing figure; slim, a cracking pair of tits, a lovely pussy and as for your bum ........ you're terrifically sexy, mum, make no mistake!"

It was Pat's turn to blush now, and the whole scenario struck me as more than a little surreal! Here we were, two mature people in a state of undress and arousal, having a chat with a fully-dressed young woman who just happened to be the daughter of one of us! Not that the arousal element of that statement had altered one iota – indeed, if anything, I found myself getting even more aroused and, if her breathing rate was anything to go by, so was Pat!

Pam spoke up again. "Tell you what," she said, "why don't you two carry on as if I wasn't here? I'll just sit here and watch."

Well – if I'd been standing up, you could have knocked me over with a feather! Watch? Was she serious? Looking closely at Pamela's face, it seemed that indeed she was serious. More to the point, Pat had not yet answered. Now, I have known myself be quite exhibitionistic in the dim and distant past, and recent events seemed to suggest that such aspects of my sexuality may still be present; however, Pat had never mentioned such leanings herself, but it seemed that she was considering Pam's request quite significantly.

"Mum," Pam interjected, "have you done it 'you-know-where' again yet?"

I sat with my mouth gaping (or so it felt) as Pamela asked her question, not realising at that point how much these two had talked about it over recent weeks.

"No darling," Pat replied, rather uncertainly it seemed to me, "I was hoping we might get to that tonight. Now you're here, though, well ............. maybe you could ............. give me a hand?"

Now it was Pam's turn to look stunned! However, this very quickly turned to a look of outright lust, her blue eyes sparkling as she took in the import of her mothers' words.

"Oh, mum .... do you really mean it?" she squealed in delight, and leapt from the chair to run over and hug her mother tightly, not bothering to let me remove my arms first and so hugging me, too!

"Yes darling, I do mean it" Pat answered, somewhat breathlessly as Pamela squeezed her – us – even tighter, "but only if you sit back down and let us carry on. "Oh yes," she continued, "I think we may as well all go up to our room, don't you? We'll all be a lot more comfortable there."

And so it was that my lover stood up, still with a good hold on my throbbing erection, and led me up the stairs to our bedroom, her 22-year old daughter following us at a close distance.

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If the scenario seemed quite surreal before – now it seemed to me I was living in a dream, and I was sure would wake up at any minute. Not that I wanted to, you understand! Pat led me into our room and had me lie down on top of the bed, still holding on to my manhood all the while. Pamela had followed at a bit of a distance, seemingly not quite sure her mother had meant what she'd said, but reassured when Pat gestured for her to sit in the chair which was in the corner of our room.

Pam was again dressed in a light summer dress, and from the sharp points visible on the upper part it was obvious she had no bra or vest top underneath. The skirt part was rather long and flowing, but still allowed for a good view of Pam's slender legs when she sat down and faced us. The fact that within seconds she had parted her legs and slid a hand up under her skirts suggested that any panties or thong would be discarded in very short measure! My attention was drawn away from my appreciation of Pamela's assets when I felt, then saw, Pat leaning over to her bedside drawer, and removing a couple of the butt-plugs she'd been using, plus a tube of lubrication I'd seen once or twice before.

At that point, the butt-plugs were something I hadn't known Pat actually had; as I said, she had bought them and used them for practice without my knowing! Now I watched as she reluctantly let go of my eager cock, taking the smaller of the two plugs and liberally covering it in the lube. Carefully kneeling on the bed beside me, she reached round and pulled one buttock to the side, the other hand easing the deep lilac-coloured plug inside her tight arsehole, a gentle sigh the only outward acknowledgement of the insertion in her dark centre.

When the plug was fully inside her, Pat turned to face me fully and once again took me in her hand.

"In a little while, this is going to be where that plug is," she grinned, "and I'm going to love it just as much as you will! In the meantime though.........."

Her words died away as, with no hint of what she was about to do, Pat leant over and took most of my straining member right to the back of her throat. Within another two or three movements she was able to take almost my whole length into her throat, and to do so without gagging – obviously something else she'd been working on, as she'd never quite managed that before. I was initially quite content to simply lie there and enjoy the sensations of my lady deep-throating my rigid member, but very soon I wanted to taste her too, as I always enjoyed mutual pleasuring so much more than what I thought of as selfish pleasure. So attuned were we to each others thoughts that it took barely a touch to indicate to Pat what I wanted her to do; seconds later her thighs were on either side of my head, and her already swollen pussy lips were lowering to my eager tongue.

I tasted Pat's sex juices on my tongue as soon as it touched her petalled lips; she had been pretty turned on already before Pam had arrived, and it seemed the most recent events had served to get her even wetter. I utterly adored the sweet musky tang of Pat's pussy, revelling in the knowledge it was because of me that she was so aroused; though, in this case, it may have had more than a little to do with having a fairly thick rubber cock substitute deep inside her rear.

As Pat continued to suck and lick me, I began my own ministrations on Pat's delightful honeypot, licking the full length of her swollen labia before concentrating on the erect nubbin of her clitoris, nipping it gently between my lips, sucking it so that the tip of my tongue could flick the very end of Pat's tender button, her hips grinding into my smiling face and flooding my face with her womanly juices. All through this I was conscious of the plug protruding from Pat's bottom, and couldn't resist pressing one finger gently into the concave base and wiggling it softly from side to side; this had the effect of massively increasing the intensity of feeling Pat was experiencing from her new toy, and her entire lower body tensed fully as she exploded in her first orgasm of the night.

As her climax hit I quickly removed my finger from the plug, and allowed Pat to slowly descend from her orgasmic plateau. My mouth remained within millimetres of her sodden pussy however, and I latched on to her again so I could probe deep inside her with my tongue as far as it could go. I sensed rather than felt another body on the bed at that point, and opened my eyes to see Pam leaning over us so as to be able to achieve the best viewpoint possible for what was going on between Pat and I. My lips were sealed around Pat's labia now, my tongue fucking her like a tiny cock as I delved as deep as I possibly could inside her sweet hole. My hands had found her swinging tits too, squeezing the firm flesh and teasing, nipping the bullet tips of Pat's nipples every few seconds. I saw Pamela reach her hands towards Pat's trembling buttocks, covering the taut flesh as much as possible with her small hands, pressing Pat's sweet butt cheeks close together and intensifying immensely the feeling of deep penetration already caused by her lilac friend.

The sensation of feeling Pam's hands squeezing her bum cheeks together, plus mine fondling her tits and tweaking her nipples, was all it took to elicit a loud scream from Pat; even though it was slightly muffled by the thickness of my cock in her mouth, it was easily the loudest noise I had ever heard from my lovers' sweet lips. I was lucky that I had chosen that moment to move my head slightly back, due to Pat's hips jerking sharply downwards as the butt-plug filled her tight hole again, the move prevented a broken nose for me! It also meant that Pat's pussy was now against my throat, with her quivering tight buttocks resting against my chin; as I looked up past the lilac disc protruding from between the succulent mounds my eyes alighted on Pam's slim blonde form. Her mothers' sudden lunge forward had caused Pam to move forward too, placing her knees on either side of my head and allowing me a clear view of her exquisitely sculpted pussy lips, puffy and swollen already from her own arousal. As I let my gaze travel ever upwards, past the flat stomach with it's pierced navel, I saw that Pam's tiny breasts were now tipped by thick pink nipples which looked hard enough to cut glass!

Somehow dragging my gaze away from that amazing sight, and looking at her face, I could see an expression of pure and utter lust had overtaken Pam's pretty elfin features. The sight of her mother inhaling my thick rod, coupled with being the cause of her mother's extremely vocal orgasm, seemed to have awoken a latent lust inside her that she was experiencing fully for the first time. I had thought she'd looked incredibly sexy and lusty on the night I had been lucky enough to fuck her gorgeous young arse, but the look on her face now transcended anything I had seen before. It was beautiful to see. After a few seconds I let my eyes drop down Pam's lithe body again, alighting once more on the glorious sight of her pouting nether lips now glistening with her own juices, two – no, three – fingers of her own right hand buried deep inside her soaking quim, thrusting them rapidly in and out as she sought to achieve her own climax, her left hand resting on the small of Pat's back so as to keep her balance against the forces of orgasm that were fast approaching.

Pamela's breathing got faster and faster as her climax neared, her eyes tight shut, her right hand almost a blur now so fast was she fucking herself. Even then she displayed an amazing selflessness in her actions; as her hips began to spasm forward, heralding the onset of her desperately needed orgasm, her left hand slipped back across Pat's firm buttock until the thumb rested easily in the concave bowl of the butt-plug, a soft wiggle of her thumb being enough to set Pat off again, even as Pam's own climax exploded between her thighs. This had several, fairly predictable, outcomes; first, Pat squealed loudly once again, her thighs clamping tightly around my shoulders as her clit ground hard against my chin, her whole body shaking as she came and came, her juices flooding out of her sodden cunt to cover my chest in sweet female secretions. Secondly, Pam's own orgasm hit like a sexual tidal wave, her lower thighs tight around the top of my head allowing me a perfect view of her spasming, finger-filled cunt as she flooded her thighs, and my face, with her copious juices. Finally I realised that my own climax was also imminent; the sight, sounds and smells of two gorgeous women (one of whom was still sucking deeply on my swollen prick remember!) proved to be far too much for me to even think about trying to control.

My hands tightened one last time on Pat's full breasts, the rock-hard nipples pressing into my palms as I squeezed the fulsome flesh tightly in my fingers. I felt the sizzling tingle of orgasm in my balls as Pat cupped them in her hand, her mouth and lips continuing to suck hard even as multiple orgasms ripped through her body. I let out my own loud gasp of pleasure as I felt my hot fluid shoot into Pat's receptive mouth, feeling her throat moving as she swallowed my thick ejaculate, and again, and again. I opened my eyes to the sight of Pamela now draped over her mother's backside, her hand still between her legs but no longer thrusting inside as they had been only moments before. Her stomach rippled quickly as she panted her aftermath, one arm now slipped under Pat's hips, between her belly and my chest.