You don't have to read it at all but it may help to read the story "Should I? Could I? Would I?" before reading this one, or even afterward. As before all the characters here are well past 18 years old.
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Finally! It had happened. Just this morning. I had been trying for the last few years to get my mother to come and stay with us full time. After all this time she'd at last said, "Yes."
Dad had passed away many years ago and the intervening years had really left less and less to keep her at her current home. Now at last she had said she truly wanted to come live with us.
Oh but how she wanted to do it was so much more than I had imagined. I had never even dreamed of such a thing. At first I was either startled or perhaps a bit shocked, I'm not quite sure which.
Whichever it was only lasted only a few seconds before it turned into a wonderful surprise, a gift really. Of course I agreed!
Apparently all those explicit stories I'd shared with mom over the years about some of the lovemaking episodes with my husband were coming home to roost. Literally.
Not only was she going to stay with us, we were going to share my husband. She wanted him to make love to her just as he did with me. The more I thought about it, the more we two discussed it the more fantastic it sounded.
After she'd asked we had sat and talked for quite some time. It didn't take us long at all to tumble to the idea we might even find ways for us to enjoy him at the same time! That thought got us both hot and bothered for a while.
Then it hit us that my two still unmarried younger sisters showed no signs of finding men of their own and didn't that bring up some interesting possibilities?
Of course I still had to tell my husband and get him to agree to taking care of both of us first in all the ways a husband was supposed to take care of a woman.
What with packing and so forth to get ready to send kids off to summer camps in the morning it was going to have to wait till we'd gone to bed if I was going to ask him today.
I wasn't totally clear exactly how to go about asking but I could hardly wait. I decided I'd get it done one way or another this very evening.
After we'd showered and gone to bed I lay quietly in the dark for some time. Taking a deep breath I finally rolled over and said, "I got to talk with mom today. We had a good long talk and she really wants to stay with us."
"Well finally. I'm glad to hear that. The kids will be thrilled."
"There's more to it. You may not know it but, well, I hope this doesn't embarrass you but, well I think this may be my fault."
"What dear?" he asked.
"Well... my mother and I have always talked about everything, and well, oh I hope you don't mind but...", and I stopped, my words getting all tangled up.
"Well of course you have honey," he said.
"Yes dear but, when I say everything I mean we have always shared all the good and bad things that have happened lately, we just get to talking and we cover, well everything. What I mean is, oh, ever since you started taking me into the woods and out of doors night and day for romantic picnics and walks, well it has been so wonderful that naturally I told her how wonderful and special my week had been from time to time. I mean it isn't all we talk about but whenever it was on my mind we did. I hope you don't mind do you?" she said all in a rush.
"No, I don't mind at all, why would I, she's your mother and a grown woman. If you two enjoy sharing those things too then that's great."
I sighed and said, "That's one of the things I love about you, you can be so understanding."
Then I continued with, "I hope you can be even more understanding."
"More understanding?" he asked.
"I may have said too much or something, any way I may have made mom realize she didn't have someone like you and well, there's just no easy way to say this, she wants my permission to..." and I stopped again.
By this point he had rolled over and was just looking at me.
I took another good breath and said, "You know how you told me your body belongs to me? Well she wants to share you."
"Share me? Of course if she stays here I'll help care for her and try to keep her safe and happy just like any member of the family."
" Okay dear, let me just say it, but please let me say it all before you answer. She wants me to allow you to make love to her, just as you do for me."
There! I'd managed to say it.
He was just looking at me again so I said, "I know that sounds strange perhaps but she's in great physical shape for her age and I think she really needs physical love for happiness and well being if nothing else. At first I was surprised but the more we talked the more I realized she needs to stay with us and if this is all it takes I think we should. I told her it was fine with me and wished that you could make her feel as special as you do me but that I'd have to let you make the final decision. We've talked about it and we both think it will be just wonderful. Would you please?"
"I'm honored she'd even ask," he said. "Your mom is pretty special herself, just like her daughter. I don't see that I have any choice but to agree but it will take some getting used to having two beautiful women to please."
"Oh thank you," she said, "she'll be so happy and so am I."
"Obviously you think this is a good idea and I do too but are you really sure you won't mind my making love with your mother?"
"Since talking with mom today the idea has started to grow on me, And since you've agreed I'm liking it more and more."
"Okay honey, it's really all right with me then too, but there's no going back once we start you know."
"I know. I can't imagine why we would. It'll be just fine."
"Just one or two things then. First let me tell her, all right?"
"Yes, of course honey," I agreed.
"Second just so we both fully appreciate what we've agreed to I need you to do something tomorrow night. I really do. I'll go with her on her walk tomorrow night and tell her then. I want you to be watching from the oak tree on the corner by the mailbox as we come back so you can see her response. You have given her this gift and you need to be there when she receives it," he finished.
"Oh my. Are you sure honey?"
"Absolutely, If you can ask me to do this then you can watch. We need to begin as we mean to go. That's only fair," he stated.
"Okay then, that makes sense," I agreed.
"Great, I'm glad that's settled. It's been quite a day hasn't it dear? And speaking of feeling special how would you like to step out into the moonlight for about ten minutes?" he asked.
"Oh, that sounds good to me," I replied.
The moon was nearly full as we stood facing one another under the big oak tree just outside the bedroom door. As I embraced him face to face I felt his erection nestle itself between my legs.
I had been so excited all day at the prospect of asking what I'd just asked that I was nearly dripping. With a wriggle from me and a push from him he simply slid right in and we snuggled even more closely. He began long, deep, slow strokes in and out without pausing.
His caressing hands moved slowly from my shoulders down along my sides. They paused briefly to press the sides of my breasts where they were squeezed out from being pressed against his chest.
It felt amazing. I shivered while his hands continued downward. He slid them over the swell of my butt. His fingers spread. Taking a good handful of both my cheeks he quickly pulled me tightly to himself. We met with a splat of flesh against flesh as he let himself go.
I knew what was coming! Letting my head fall back to look at the moon where it shone through the leaves above I gave myself over to it. The wave of my approaching orgasm built rapidly to the sound of our slapping together.
It didn't take me long cry out in joy to the moon and stars as we both came together. After a long, firm hug while he emptied himself in me we finally parted and stepped back into the bedroom.
I slept so soundly that evening snuggled up with my wonderful man.
He took off early in the morning with the kids and their stuff. All three boys were off to a week of camp at a lake about four hours away.
Before he left he took me aside. With a big wink he told me he was looking forward to his evening walk with mother when he got back. So was I for that matter. He seemed to assume he'd be the first to tell her for some silly reason so I didn't tell him otherwise.
Mother had slept in. We had a glorious time over a nice, cozy late breakfast where of course I filled her in on last night's answer. We both could hardly wait for her evening walk.
I was reading a book and mom was writing a letter while supper finished up in the crock pot. All in all a wonderful homey scene for him to return to.
When he stepped in the door I made sure he got a big hug and kiss. Mom watched from over the top of her book with a big smile. After the long drive he went to get a shower while we put dinner on.
After dinner I relaxed and caught up on some reading of my own. Mom caught up on various letters and articles in her correspondence. About the time it got good and dark with the moon high in the sky she said she thought she'd take her evening walk.
"I'll go with you," he said as he got up to open the door.
"You two go ahead," I said and returned to my book.
I gave them about five minutes and went out to find my place in the shadows around the base of the big oak tree. I was about forty feet from where he had said he'd tell her.
It was a quiet night. Just a few crickets were chirping but the cicadas hadn't yet come out so I could hear them talking as they came back around the corner on their return trip.
Sure enough he stopped right in the middle of the road in a pool of moonlight. Mom looked positively lovely as she she turned toward him. Her face was simply radiant as she looked up at him.
