Later, when Mike had gone home, I lay in bed with my two lovely girls, one curled into either side of me, their hands laying on my chest. We were each complete and replete after such a wonderful day.
"Mom, do you mind when you see Daddy fucking other women?"
"No baby, sex is like any other of the basic needs. You can't expect people to only eat beans, so why do we expect them to only want to fuck one person. We need a little variety."
I had listened to her say almost the same words a long time ago. It made sense when she had said it then and it still does.
"That's what Gramps told you, isn't it?"
"Yes baby."
"Mom, will you tell me about your first time with Gramps again?"
"I have already told you it baby."
"Yeah, but it is a good story."
"It's a long story baby and your poor Mom is tired."
"Please Mom, please?"
Marion loved to tell the kids stories, and couldn't resist:
Ok, so, it was the night of my 18th birthday and I was determined I was not going to be the only virgin left in town. Peter, a boy I had been seeing for a while, had arranged a special night for us and booked us into a hotel.
Gramps didn't approve of Peter so Pauline and I made up a story about going out with friends for my birthday. Gramps wasn't fooled for a minute but I found out later that Grammy persuaded him to let me go. She has always been such a wise woman your Grammy.
Anyway, Pauline and I left the house together and went to my best friend's house and I changed into my dress for my big date. Peter brought me to a lovely restaurant and we had a gorgeous dinner, I was too nervous to eat much, but he was spending so much money that I tried to. After dinner we went to the hotel that Peter had booked. I remember walking down the corridor, it seemed to go on for ages. I am sure everyone who saw us knew what we were planning.
Basically it was a disaster, we were both so nervous, that by the time we got the condom on him Peter had gone soft. We tried again but it kept happening. In the end he tried to fuck me with a soft cock. It was horrible. Peter got angry and blamed me. I got upset and ran out as soon as I could get my clothes on.
I ran straight home, and snuck in the bedroom window but Grammy was sitting on my bed waiting for me. How long she had been there, I don't know, but I ended up confessing the whole story.
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"Mom, do you ever think I will find a man who will find me attractive enough to make love to me? I thought Peter loved me, if I can't turn him on enough what chance do I have?"
"Marion honey, it is not the end of the world. Lots of men will find you attractive and lots of men will want to make love to you."
"Mom, you have to say that I am your daughter."
"Just because I am your Mom, does not mean that I don't know what makes a woman beautiful. Stand up and let me look at you."
I did as she said and stood in front of her.
"Take off that silly dress."
She turned me around the face the mirror and stood behind me. "Look at yourself Marion, you have a beautiful body." She undid the clasp of my bra and threw it on the bed. She took my tits in her hands.
"These are just gorgeous. Look how responsive they are." From her holding my tits, my nipples had hardened. She ran her hands down over my waist to my hips and hooking her fingers under my knickers, she pushed them down my legs. Still standing behind me she cupped my pussy in her hand. "And men will go wild for this. I bet it is as responsive as your tits. Isn't it?"
Using the middle finger of her hand, Mom pushed through the lips of my pussy
"Mom stop, that's not right."
"What's not right? I want to show you that you are wrong about your body. Your body has been designed for pleasure."
Her fingers found my clit. Oh god, I knew this wasn't right, but it felt so good.
"Mom, stop", but even to my ears it sounded weak.
"Hush girl, Mom is busy"
I stood there with my head lying back on her shoulder watching in the mirror as one of her hands was rubbing back and forth on my clit and the other squeezing my tit.
"Mom, that feels funny."
"Just relax Marion, let Mom show you just how good your body can feel." She increased the pace a little and I could feel my belly tighten. Then it felt like my whole body exploded. I heard a moaning and it took a moment to realise I was the one making the noise.
"That's it, good girl, show Mommy just how responsive you are." She was cooing in my ear as my pussy gushed. Her hand kept moving on my clit and wave and wave of the most wonderful feeling washed over me.
"Oh Mom, that feels so good."
When I had calmed down I turned around and hugged her. "Thank you Mom." I kissed her lightly on the cheek but she kissed me back full on the mouth. I could feel her tits against mine. Her tongue explored my mouth playing with mine, enticing it to play back.
"Happy Birthday Marion. Now do you believe me?"
"Yes Mom, but ...."
"But?"
"Mom, thank you, I mean that was amazing." I paused I didn't know how to say this without hurting her. "But you are not a man. No man is going to ever want to make love to me."
"Fiddlesticks. You really are too stubborn. Come with me." Grabbing my wrist she dragged me down the hallway to her bedroom. She flung open the door and pulled me in.
"John, your daughter thinks that no man will ever want to make love to her. Tell her."
My father was sitting in the bed, reading. He did not seem surprised to have his daughter standing naked in front of him.
"Come here girl." He held out his hand to me. When I was sitting on the bed beside him, Mom prompted me to tell him what had happened. When I had finished he looked disappointed with me.
"We shall deal with the issue of you lying to your Mother and me later, but why do you think that just because one man could not get hard enough to fuck you, that no man ever will?"
My father had used the f word, another minor shock on this strange night.
"Dad, Peter loves me, he if can't, you know, do it, then there must be something wrong with me."
"John, I have told her and shown her that there is nothing wrong with her body, but she won't believe me."
"Well Martha, if she won't believe words, perhaps actions are better, what do you think?"
I was confused by what they were saying but was too deep in my own self pity to think about it. Mom had nodded and smiled at Dad.
Dad looked back at me. "Stand up."
As soon as I had stood, Dad pulled back the bed covers and I saw his cock for the first time. It was much bigger than Peter's and he was already hardening. I gasped.
"Look what you do to me Marion. Just from sitting beside me. The idea of making love to you would have me nearly ready to cum."
I only half heard him, I was fascinated by his cock. It looked huge, so much bigger than Peter's. Mom had moved behind me again and whispered in my ear, "Go on you can touch it."
I looked up into Dad's face. "Marion I would love you to touch me, but only if you want to."