Sex with Mother & Mother-in-law, #1
Sex with my mother, Kathryn, my mother-in-law, Colleen, and my wife's best friend, Julia.
My name is Brandon and I'm 25 years old. My 48 year old mother, Kathryn, and my 48 year old mother-in-law, Colleen, are best friends from childhood. Their friendship is how I met Maureen, Colleen's 24 year old daughter. My mother introduced me to her.
My life changed when my mother invited her best friend and her daughter to live with us. Saving on rent, when my mother divorced her husband, my father, Jack, and Colleen divorced her husband, Maureen's dad, Hank. The four of us lived together as an extended family. Since the time that I was 18 years old, a bit weird no longer having a dad but having two mothers and a sister, we shared the apartment.
I met Maureen years ago as a child when my mother and Colleen took us to the beach, the playground, or out to eat together. I didn't start dating her until we were both 18 years old. Then, things happened fast after she invited me to her senior prom. We were an item. We were always together, talking, laughing, playing games, watching movies, biking, swimming, running, and going for walks.
Yet, just before I had a relationship with Maureen, and before my mother invited her friend and daughter to move in with us, there was more to know about my mother and her best friend. Something that I didn't know until we lived together and they slept in the same bed, both women, my mother and my future mother-in-law are bi-sexual, lesbian lovers. They had been carrying on a discreet lesbian, sexual relationship for years. Shocked, I had a difficult time understanding that my mother had that special kind of sexual friendship with Colleen.
'I couldn't believe it. I had no idea. My mother and her best friend are not only cocksuckers but also, they're pussy lickers, too,' I thought. 'Who knew? Never would I have suspected them of being bi-sexual. I never imagined them being lesbian lovers.'
After living with her and getting to know her well, I never thought that I'd have romantic feelings for Maureen, Colleen's daughter, but I did. After living as a family, starting with her inviting me to her prom, I fell in love with her. Not a difficult thing for me to do, she was a good-looking, young woman with long, beautiful, brown hair, big, brown, expressive eyes, and a shapely figure with C cup breasts. I was always happy whenever I was around her.
The first time that I kissed her, French kissed her, we made out in the backseat of my mother's car after the prom like the horny teenagers that we were. She allowed me to feel her big tits through her dress. Then, surprising me, she allowed me to move my horny hand up her long, shapely legs, and beneath her dress to cup her pussy through her panties. My first time feeling tits, albeit through clothes, Maureen's pussy was the first pussy that I ever felt, albeit through her panties.
Weird living with her, as if we already lived together, I dated Maureen for three years until we married at 21 years old. With apartment rents sky high, we continued living together in my mother's and mother-in-law's apartment even after we married. Only, something else that I didn't know, shocking but true, my wife had a lesbian lover, too.
My young wife had been sexually intimate with a woman from her past, named Julia. When Maureen wasn't having sex with me, she had lesbian sex with her best friend. I wondered if having a bi-sexual, lesbian affair was considered cheating.
Like mother, like daughter, in the way that her mother was bi-sexual, my wife was bi-sexual, too. As shocked as I was surprised, I couldn't believe that Maureen was not only a cocksucker but also a pussy licker, too. Having yet to meet my wife's lesbian lover, I wondered if I'd like her, too. Yet, to be honest, I felt possessively jealous that my wife was having sex with another person, albeit a woman.
As convoluted as this was sexually exciting, with me the only innocent one in this sexual foursome, at the time, I never imagined that I'd be having sex with my MILF of a mother, Kathryn. I never imagined that I'd be having sex with my mother's best friend, my future mother-in-law, Colleen. I never imagined that I'd not only be having sex with Maureen but also that I'd marry her. Opening my eyes to all sorts of deviant possibilities, I never imagined that I'd be having sex with my wife's best friend, Julia, in a sexual threesome with my wife, too.
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Not long before we all moved in together, as soon as my mother signed her divorce papers, a traumatic process for her, she cried all day. Broken hearted and devastated, as if my father had died, I've never seen her as sad. Willing to do anything to help her through her grief, other than to make her tea and give her something to eat, I didn't know what to do to make her feel better. I didn't know what to say to calm her and relax her.
Then, that first night that she was sleeping without my dad, she asked me something that I never expected her to ask me and will never forget her asking me. Obediently obeying her, she asked me something that I never told anyone that she asked me to do and that I did. With me a testosterone filled, horny, young man, she asked me something that shocked me as much as it sexually excited me. Hard for me to believe, my mother asked me to sleep with her in her bed.
Having a difficult time wrapping my head around sleeping with my mother, I couldn't believe it. My sexual fantasy coming true, my mother asked me to sleep with her. What 18 year old, horny, young man would turn down his mother wanting him to sleep with her? Not asking me to have sex with her but, as soon as she asked me to sleep with her in her bed, while imagining her naked and having sex with her, I had an erection.
I masturbated over the thoughts of seeing something that I shouldn't see of my mother. I masturbated over the thoughts of her seeing something that she shouldn't see of me. I masturbated over the thoughts of touching something that I shouldn't touch of her. I masturbated over the thoughts of her touching something that she shouldn't touch of me. Something that I'll be masturbating over doing for the rest of my horny life, I couldn't wait to sleep with her.
At the time, with her looking younger than her age, my mother was 41 years old. She's a tall blonde with long legs, blue eyes, big tits, and a shapely ass. As soon as I celebrated my 18th birthday and was now considered a man, something that embarrassed me to admit, something that I never felt before, I developed a sexual attraction to my MILF of a mother. She was gorgeous.
With her only 23 years older than me, and with her looking younger, who wouldn't be sexually attracted to her? She was the sexiest, shapeliest, and most beautiful woman that I've ever seen. Beyond being sexually attracted to my mother, I couldn't believe it when she asked me to sleep with her in her bed. Before I agreed to sleep with her, I lost count how many times that I masturbated over the possible sexual scenarios of sleeping with my mother.
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Something that my mother may have been unaware of, or maybe she was aware of but, as soon as I turned 18, I changed. Hornier and sexually frustrated, I became a masturbation machine. I masturbated over imagining my mother in her bra and panties, in her sheer nightgown, topless, and naked while having forbidden sex with her. I masturbated over Maureen in her bra and panties, in her sheer nightgown, topless, and naked while having sex with her. I masturbated over Colleen in her bra and panties, in her sheer nightgown, topless, and naked while having sex with her.
Suffice to say, I always masturbated. Only sadly, not that I've ever seen my mother, Maureen, or Colleen without their clothes, but I masturbated while imagining them without her clothes. I imagined slowly undressing them while making out with them. I imagined touching and feeling them everywhere that a man should never touch and feel his mother and her best friend. Not that I'd ever have sex with them, but I masturbated over imagining having sex them as well as having sex with Maureen, too.
Then, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, I couldn't believe it when my mother asked me to sleep with her. Anything could happen when sleeping with my mother. Mistaking me for my dad, I hoped that she'd reach out, wrap her soft and warm hand around my cock, and slowly stroke me in my sleep. Again, while thinking that I was my dad, I hoped she'd allow me to feel her big breasts while she soundly slept.
"Brandon," she said, looking up at me as if she was about to cry. "Would you sleep with me in my bed tonight," she asked?
'What? Huh? Seriously?'
As if I won the lottery, my mother asked me to sleep with her. Her question resonated in my head in the way of an echo. Instead of me asking her if I could sleep with her, she asked me if I could sleep with her. I never thought my mother would ever ask me to sleep with her. I never thought I'd be sleeping with my mother.
'Wow!'
"I don't want to sleep alone, Brandon. Please sleep with me tonight," she said practically begging me to sleep with her.
She took my hand in her hand, kissed it, and held it to her breasts. My hand was inches away from nirvana and from touching her nearly naked breasts through her nightgown. Then, if that wasn't enough that she asked me to sleep with her and nearly pressed my hand against her big breasts through her nightgown, she said something that filled me with incestuous lust and hardened my cock.
"I'm having such a bad, emotional time that, while sleeping with me, if you don't mind, I need you to hold me and comfort me," she said. "I need the warmth of your body for me to sleep."
I could hold her, actually, I couldn't wait to hold her but I wasn't sure if I knew how to comfort her. How does an 18 year old, young man comfort a 41 year old woman? Other than them constantly arguing about money and about his drinking, when I didn't even know why they divorced, what do I say to comfort her? Maybe, her divorce had more to do about her lesbian lover than it did about the finances and drinking of her husband.
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That night, something that I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my life, I slept with my mother. I was glad that she had already turned off the light before I walked in her room. Sexually excited, as soon as I climbed in bed with her, I had a big and hard erection that tented my pajama bottoms. I would have felt embarrassed had my mother seen my erection and knew that I was sexually excited.
