Msd #1: Mother Son and Daughter

Let me introduce myself. I'm Donna. I am forty-three years old. I am a housewife. (Whatever that means these days.) I stopped working when I was twenty-three to have my first child, which was quickly followed thirteen months later by my second child. A daughter and a son in that order. Samantha and Lewis.

I never went back to work, my husband has a good job and is away on business a lot, so we agreed having a full-time Mom in the house would be great for the kids. Being there with them 24/7 and him away a lot means I live for my kids. There's nothing 'wrong' with our marriage. We still love each other, we still do many things as a couple and as a family. We still make love regularly. But day in and day out, it has always been a threesome. Me and the kids. Which means my existence is very much through them. My self-worth is based on their accomplishments.

My friends would say I'm a confident, outgoing woman. I'm the life and soul of the party, the first on the guest list, the social animal. But I would say I lack self-confidence, am shy, and insecure, and I know how to hide those things when among people. Know how to disguise the fact that I don't really know what I'm doing in life, or feel like I belong anywhere.

So my recent actions at home have really surprised me. If I think about what I did, I can't believe it was me who did it. They were the actions of a supremely confident, self-assured, badass woman. Or was it? Was I in control? I struggle to understand it.

But forgive me, I'm babbling on, and also getting ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning.

It was a Thursday afternoon. A hot summers day and I had a date that evening with two of my girlfriends at the golf club. The club has a band on a Thursday to encourage people to come. We do it around once a month since the kids have gotten old enough to look after themselves for a few hours. I don't play golf, but it is the place to be seen in our neighborhood, so we are members.

I left Lewis eating a snack in our kitchen and popped my head into Sam's room where she was studying, and told her I was jumping in the shower to get ready. She was dressed casually in a vest top and jogging bottoms. Pink fluffy slippers on her feet. She has similar blond hair to me, cut shorter framing her face.

"I'm going out too," She said looking up. "Ginny just texted, she and Suzie are going to the movies so I said I'd go too. I need a break from this." tapping her pen on the books in front of her. "We'll grab a Nandos too."

"Sounds good. I can drop you off if you want. My turn to drive tonight." We would take it in turns between the three of us girlfriends.

"Ginny is coming round to have a gossip before we go, so no worries Mum. We're all good."

I smiled, said some further pleasantries that I can't remember right now and headed for our master bedroom and the en-suite to have a shower.

I had given myself about an hour to get ready. It was always a little stressful going to the golf club. I wanted to look my best so the other ladies there didn't look down on me, which I'm sure they do anyway, but I don't want to give them an excuse to do it more.

I'm lucky, I have a good figure that clothes look good on. I say I'm lucky. I have worked hard since having the kids. Loneliness and low self-esteem means I have literally thrown myself into exercise to keep my mind off things and to feel better about myself and my body.

I'd used our home gym earlier and was still in my kit. I have a tight body, with just a little of those womanly curves that childbearing and forty-three years bring.

I turned on the shower and stripped quickly from my tight leggings and vest top, stepping in and feeling the water flow over my head, face and chest. I relaxed in the warm water for a while just letting it wash over me, before washing my long blond hair. Taking time to cleanse and condition it. I then moved on to shaving. I was thinking of a nice blue dress this evening which shows off my curves but would leave a lot of flesh exposed. So hair was going to have to come off.

Starting with my underarms, I then moved on to my legs. These are my second best asset. Long, toned and shapely. My calves are strong and defined, but they are nothing compared to my thighs. These I have worked hard on to keep them in great shape. If I stand upright with my legs together, I still have a little diamond of a gap below my pussy and above where my thighs touch. I pride myself on the tightness of my thighs.

I lather up and slide the razor from my feet to my pussy, making sure every last hair is removed. As my palm grazes my pubic hair it gives me a slight thrill.

Once my legs are done, I move on to my pussy. It doesn't need a lot. It is already pretty smooth apart from a landing strip guiding the way to its tip. So I just make sure it is as defined as can be, gliding my fingers across it as I pull the razor from underneath to the top of my mound. I am tempted to insert a finger or two, but the kids are around and I need to get ready to go out. Maybe this was a contributing factor to what happened later that evening.

I finished shaving and washed my body. My breasts are my best asset. Large, full and beautifully bouncy. My nipples are also large and pert. After the shave they were a little turned on so I took some pleasure in kneading them a little in the soapy water. My nipples poking through the suds.

I rinsed off, dried off, tied my hair in a towel, and padded out naked to my dressing table.

As I sat there applying cream to my face, Sam opened the bedroom door and walked in.

"Mom, can I borrow your...um..." As I turned to face her she stopped in her tracks. My body was facing her, one arm raised to my face, the other by my side. My legs are slightly apart, giving her an eyeful of my recently shaved pussy.

"...um. Mom, you're um naked."

"That's what happens when you don't knock. And last time I looked, there was no law against being naked in my own bedroom." I noticed she had no bra on under her vest top showing her nipples through the thin material. I swiveled back to face the mirror again and continued to apply face cream. Sam didn't move.

"So? How can I help?"

"Oh. Um. Yeah. Can I borrow your white top. You know the one with the rope straps and the ribbing on the front."

"Sure, it's in the wardrobe on the left." I nodded my head towards the wardrobe and waved my hand in the general direction. It's a pretty sexy top. It's backless and the ribs in the front also have slits that show off your bra and tummy. The straps are actually plaited white material but look like rope. A little S&M.

"Sexy top for the cinema." I teased.

"It's warm out tonight and I thought of it, that's all." She said dismissively.

I smiled but didn't carry on the tease.

In the mirror I could see her pause after finding the top and look at me from behind for a full ten seconds before she breezed back out of the room, leaving me to continue.

"Ok, thanks. No problem darling." I said to myself.

I finished at the dressing table and selected a bra with a lacy fringe that would show just above the plunging neckline of my dress, and a thong so as to not show a panty line. The blue dress hugs tight and shows off my assets, so I didn't want to spoil it with the wrong knickers. The ladies at the exclusive golf club need to be impressed.

After pulling on some contrasting high heels I set off downstairs to say goodbye to the kids. I paused on the landing, I could hear the shower running and music playing. Sam must be in there getting ready for Ginny and the movies.

Downstairs Lewis was watching tv. Some mindless monster truck thing. I bent over towards him and picked up the empty plate that had migrated with him from the kitchen and an empty Coke can, giving him a disapproving look for having to clean up after him, which he didn't even seem to notice. He might have been distracted by the great look he got of my cleavage and breasts through my tight blue dress as I bent forward. I'm sure I saw a slight twitch in his sweatpants.

"That's me ready. I'm off out then. How do I look." I gave a quick, playful spin.

"Great Mom. You always look great."

"Ahh. Thank you buttercup. That's lovely. There's plenty of food in the fridge, to rustle something up, or just get an Uber Eats. I don't mind which you do. If you are going out, remember to set the alarm."

We live in a nice house in the 'burbs surrounded by large grounds, with a pool and manicured gardens, including a large hedge all around and a gated driveway. But it means we are a great prospect for burglars, so we need to set the alarm when we are not there.

"Emma's coming over." He replied. Emma is his newish girlfriend. They've been together for around 4 weeks. She is a year older than him, has just finished school and is at college studying nursing.

"Oh. When were you going to tell me that?"

"I just did."

"Yes, dear Lewis, but a little warning would have been nice. I would have got something nice in for you both." I scanned the lounge area and the kitchen to see what kind of mess the place was in. Fortunately it wasn't too bad. I didn't want Emma trash-talking our home to her mother.

" I can stay home. Cook something nice. I don't need to go out. It's just the girls."

"It's no problem, Mom, Emma has been here before. We'll just watch TV and have some food. You have a good evening. Don't worry about us."

"Maybe do the Uber thing then. Just use my login and pay via my card. I'm only at the golf club, and I'm driving so I can be home in a jiffy if any issues. And....and. I'll drive Emma home when I get back."

"Sounds great Mom. Now go."

I kissed him on the top of the head. Put the plate in the dishwasher and coke can in the trash, walked out to the garage to my little Mercedes and headed out the driveway and through the gates, all opening and closing automatically for me.

The evening was perfectly nice. Hannah, Kate and I chatted about our kids, the latest local gossip, the latest celebrity gossip, and our planned holidays. The usual stuff. However, it took a slight turn when Kate's husband came in off the golf course after getting a hole-in-one. This is a rare event so meant Tony bought everyone in the bar a drink, plus got Kate a bottle of the best champagne the golf club had. Which cost $300. It was too tempting not to taste some, so I had a glass, which turned into another glass, which turned into another glass, which turned into cocktails and then shots with Tony and the guys he was playing the round with, and ended with me being a lot more drunk then I should have been. The club patrons were all having fun, it was infectious. We danced and sang the evening through.

I obviously couldn't drive the three of us home, so the golf club organized a taxi for us to share. Hannah was first to be dropped off so she sat up front, and I was in the back with Kate and Tony.

Tony had been the center of attention in the bar and had enjoyed the celebrity of getting the hole-in-one. He had drunk quite a lot and had lost any inhibitions he might have had. His dancing with Kate had been quite graphic at times, grabbing her arse as they danced together and letting his hands roam over the rest of her body. He wasn't going to let this opportunity in the back of the taxi get away either. His lips clamped onto Kate's mouth and they kissed passionately. She was pretty drunk too, and they quickly forgot that I was sitting next to them. His hands moved from her cheek, down her neck and onto her breast. Squeezing through the black material of her dress and bra. Kate's breasts are not huge, but in the push-up bra, they showed off a lovely cleavage and the light pink flesh stretched up as he squeezed and probed with his fingers. They kept kissing. Moans start to join the sound of their saliva. I tried to look away, but being quite drunk myself I maybe didn't try that hard to look away.

It wasn't long before a breast popped out over the top of the dress and a dark nipple pointed out. Kate gave a slight gasp as Tony immediately sank his mouth onto it. His hand supported the breast as he sucked on the nipple. I tried to look away again. I looked forward. I saw Hannah's head tilted downwards, struggling to stay focused through the champagne haze. I see the driver looking in his rearview mirror. Enjoying the show.

I return to look too.

Kate's head is back, her eyes closed. She has a hand on the back of Tony's head as he continues to suck her nipple. He moves a hand down from her breast and starts stroking her thigh. My eye catches his hardening penis through his lightweight golf trousers. On one of those girly nights in, Kate had admitted that he was well endowed and she had struggled at first to take all of him. And she wasn't lying. Tony's cock was huge. It was pushing right up towards his chest straining the material. I sat mesmerized as his cock seemed to bounce. It had a life of its own.

"First stop coming up." The driver said, slowing the car down, breaking the spell. Tony and Kate pulled away. I switched my gaze forward again.

"Hannah," I said, reaching forward and shaking her shoulder. "This is you babes." She bolted upright suddenly.

"Great. Great. Ok guys. Thanks for a great night. Great. Ok." Her head flashed around trying to find the car door handle which she eventually managed and opened the door as we pulled up. She gingerly stepped out and ducked her head back in

"Great night. Great night. Ok. Bye."

"Ok, babes, I'll call you. Speak soon." I said

"Night Hann." said Kate. Still with a breast on display.

"Bye from Tony," said Tony laughing.

The door slammed shut which seemed to shake Kate and Tony back into their revelry. They immediately locked mouths again and the hand went back onto Kate's thigh. She moved her hand down to his cock and started stroking it through his trousers.

Tony's hand moved up under Kate's little black dress, and that gasp came again as he must have found her mound.

I didn't know where to look. Kate's breast was beautiful. A perfectly sized pert breast. In its smallness it was divine. It turned me on. But there was a huge. No, a giant cock to look at too. I could clearly make out the head and the firm shaft as Kate's hand moved up and down it. And now Kate had spread her legs, her dress had ridden up and I could see her black lacy panties doing their best to cover her pussy. I could make out the lips pushing against the panties as Tony's hand rubbed the material. Where to look. Where to look. I could feel some wetness in my knickers and hoped the thong would a least stop it from dribbling onto my dress.

Kate's hand got quicker. Tony's hand got quicker. Their mouths got quicker. Moans got louder.

"Next stop!" The taxi started to slow down.

Shit. It was my house.

The taxi slowed as Tony pulled Kate's panties to one side. I saw his finger slip inside her pussy and she grabbed the back of his head, pulling him further towards her. Her pussy was gleaming wet and so pink.

The taxi stopped and I had to drag myself away from looking at my friends making out. It took all of my willpower to stop myself from reaching down for Tony's massive cock, unzipping him and taking it in my mouth. I salivated, imagining it slipping between my lips.

"Ok kids. Have fun tonight. I'll see you soon." I said the words through gritted teeth.

This time they were too consumed to even notice me getting out of the car. I waved to the driver, who was also preoccupied, and left them to their pleasure. To say I was turned on is a gross understatement. My pussy was so wet my thong was struggling to stop my juices from dripping down my legs, and my nipples were pushing hard against my bra. My mind shifted to the vibrator that was in my bedside table. It was going to get a good workout as soon as I got in the house.

To the side of the large double gates for the driveway, there is a small gate within the hedge that leads to the side of the house. I headed for the small gate and tottered in my heels up the pathway. It took some concentration to stop myself from falling over. The drink was taking more effect.

I walked up the side of the house and round the back. My plan was to go in via the patio doors and make as little noise as possible As I turned the corner of the house I stepped onto the patio tiles, my foot twisted in my heels and I put my hand on the wall to stop myself from falling. I steadied myself by looking down at the floor. "Whoa, you are drunk Missus," I thought to myself. I slowly lifted my head and my jaw dropped open. Through the glass doors there was Emma on her knees with my Son's cock firmly down her throat. Her hands were on his bear arse cheeks and she was bobbing backwards and forwards. I had noticed that Lewis' cock was a good size when he was a boy when I had bathed him, but I hadn't seen it in many years now. My son's cock was big. It was big. Easily as big as Tony's. Emma was doing a pretty good job of getting it in her mouth. She couldn't take it all, but she was trying hard.

Motherly instinct nearly took over. I nearly burst in and demanded they stop. Nearly. I don't know why I didn't. The drink may have slowed my brain and reaction time. But I stopped. And watched.

Lewis was enjoying himself. He had his eyes closed, his head back and his fingers twisted into Emma's brown locks. She was gagging. Eyes wide open, mouth as wide as it would stretch, dribbling down her chin. She had panties and a bra on. Nothing sexy. Department store basics, gleaming white. Her chest and bra was getting wet from all her saliva.

I was also getting wet. Wetter.

The mixture of seeing Kate and Tony and now Lewis and Emma was getting the better of me. With my free hand, I started to pinch my nipples through my dress. I pulled hard on them, making me wince in pleasure. It must have been only a minute or two, but it felt like twenty as I continued to pull and squeeze in a trance. I managed to stand up without supporting myself and pulled my skirt up to my waist. I had to touch my pussy. I needed to.

Emma was still sucking, still gagging. Lewis was still fucking her mouth. He reached down with one hand and effortlessly undid her bra. Her tight teenage breasts exploded out. They were the definition of pert. Triangles pointing towards his thighs. His hand went straight to one, massaging it with his fingertips.

My pussy lips were now so wet that my thong had slipped between them and my swollen lips were devouring the material. I pushed my clitoris, sending shivers through me. My knees buckled a little at the touch and I let out a moan. My other hand is still on my breast. I quickly licked pussy juice from a finger and put it back on my clit. God this was heaven.

"She's doing a good job."

The words came from behind me. Horror took me. My stomach churned. I froze. A hand on my pussy. A hand on my breast. Mouth parted. Legs parted. It was Samantha. Fuck.

"Bless, she can't take him all, but it's a definite turn on isn't it mom." She whispered as she moved closer to me.

"Umm. Darling. Let me explain. Golf club. Hannah and Kate. There was a hole-in-one and expensive champagne and dancing and shots then back of the taxi and Kate and Tony. Oh, it was Tony hole in one. I couldn't drive. Taxi." The stream of words came out of my mouth as I turned to look at her. In return, she had a smirk as wide as her face.

"It's ok, mom. I understand. Dad's been away. You need some release. What's a girl to do."

"No. No. It's not that. I love your father. I don't know what's come over me."

"We both know what you would like to cum over you. Lewis's dick! I wouldn't mind it either. I'd give better head though. Wouldn't you."

For the first time, I looked at her. She had a red bra on under the borrowed top which showed through dramatically and accentuated her breasts. Her black leather skirt barely covered her knickers and showed off her fantastic legs. She had dark eye makeup on and bright red lipstick, freshly applied. She looked filthy, slutty. If I'd seen her before she went out I would have made her change. But right now it made me even more turned on.