Gregg had been happily married to his wife Mary for the last two years. His mom, Susie, had started to push for them to go to marriage counseling once some friction began to creep in. The counselor was apprehensive at first, but Susie weaseled her to get the counselor to relent. Gregg understood why he was weak to his mom. He couldn't figure out why Mary was.
Susie changed from being his aunt to his mom at a young age. He was three when his parents passed away due to a drunk driver on New Year's Eve. Susie was able to finish college with the help of Gregg's grandparents. This lead to him having the youngest mom out of most boys in school and his friends. To add to the mess, she was stacked like a brick house. The nickname of Brick-house Milf was given and stuck. Susie job as a couples counsellor with a specialty in sexual relations didn't help any.
When Gregg turned eighteen, he talked about college and expressed concern about not being experienced with his mom. Susie started to tease Gregg until she finally had to offer private lessons. Gregg tried to resist his high-school wet dream. She would make sure to show everything twice. Gregg loved his mom. Years since he last slept with his mother. It was his bachelor party. She paid a visit after the other men left to check-in. Susie was sure to get her fair share of juicy gossip and Gregg's cum. After a few years, neither Gregg nor Susie tried anything aside from a few teasing kisses when one had a bit much to drink or one time they got a little too comfortable.
During the couple sessions with the marriage counselor, communication was really hit on. Mary had a bombshell that she asked the counselor if she could only tell Gregg. After some talk about this room is an open and safe environment, the counselor let it be. Gregg remembered those words well, "I'm Bi." Gregg was shocked. He waited until the end of the session. Nothing else in the session sunk in other than the words, I'm bi.
When they got to the privacy of the car, Gregg asked, "Okay, so you're Bi. What is the problem?"
"Nothing I wanted to experiment with other women, will one other woman," Mary said, blushing and looking away. "You know her. I- I was having drinks with some friends." Gregg just listened put his improved active listening to work. He wanted her to get to the point but understood she needed to feel safe and loved. "And this woman came up and picked up one of my friends. I became envious of them. Another woman came by and started talking to me. I was a few drinks into the night and didn't realize who I was talking to. She was being so kind and flirting with me. When she asked if I was willing to ea-," Mary paused and rephrased what she was about to say. "If I want to have sex, I realized I was bi, but not for her. She was nice enough. I didn't feel comfortable with her." Mary took a deep breath and pushed forward with her story. "I asked my friend how it was with that woman. I got all the details of her time with," Mary bit her lip, "your mom. I later fingered myself as I thought of her doing it to me. I want to experiment with her and you." Mary rushed that last bit out. Gregg was taken back. Mary opened her mouth to say something but closed it shut. Then again to say, "please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you. I just have a lot to take in."
Gregg was processing all this information. It wasn't until Mary asked, "It's getting a bit hot in here. Can you turn the AC on?" That Gregg actual started to really comprehend his situation. The woman he loved most in the world wanted to open their bed to the woman he loved most after her.
Gregg turned the motor on and spoke up. "I'm," He paused. Everything felt surreal, like a dream or a trap. "I'm open to the idea if you want to. You will need to approach my mom. If we are having this conversation, can we have the conversation about having a kid?" Gregg wanted to have a kid. It was more like he was turned on him breeding his wife.
"Um... yes. I've stopped taking my birth control." Mary said. "I know you wanted to "breed" me. You really need to clear your browser history," Gregg blushed, but he did clear his browser history after his searches. "That's why I was turned on by your mom. All that mother-son stuff."
Gregg's mouth fell open. His mom planned this. That saucy minx. "We'll have to ask my mom what she thinks about joining us."
Gregg was sure Mary contacted his mom to set up a family dinner. They even set up a shopping date for a pair of dresses for the night. Gregg knew he was sending Mary into a sexual scene waiting to happen. He just sent his mother a text after Mary that simply read record it.
The night of the dinner, Susie wore a dress that screamed 'fuck me like a whore.' Mary wore a matching dress but pink rather than gold. It was on the way home that Mary had yet another confession. Gregg knew it was coming as his mom texted him, 'Done. I'll wait to send it to you.' "I'm sure you noticed our matching whore dresses." Gregg just nodded as he drove. He knew where this was going. He would enjoy as they watched the video of what slutty things his wife did. "Will, I asked your mom to go dress shopping for dinner tonight. She quickly guessed what was up when she saw me stare at her as she undressed in the changing room with me." Gregg cock was soon fighting against his pants.
"Yes, Mary was drooling. She undressed first. Both sets of her lips were dripping already." Susie said in her sultry voice. One of her tools is to get Gregg and Mary to listen to her. "I asked like an adult if you two were planning this question this slut just nodded. Her hand was already playing with her clit, like she is right now. Gregg adjusted his mirror to see his wife.
A moan from his wife as she plunged her two fingers into her pussy. "Mary, let me." John looked to see his mom pull the finger out and place three fingers in. "Hmm, she tastes great. After she spilled the beans. I pushed her down to her knees. Mary didn't even resist." Gregg's hand went to readjust his cock as the pressure got uncomfortable. "She was so new she licked it like a lollipop. She needed to be taught how to use her mouth. I grabbed her hair rough and forced that whore's mouth on my pussy." John could hear his mom fingering his wife. He looked in the mirror. His mother's hand pushed and twisted in his slutty wife cunt. His wife moaned as they drove down the road. Gregg's eyes darted back to the road as a horn honked. He wouldn't, couldn't wait for the hour-long drive home. His mother's place was even farther.
