After a wonderfully educational summer of sex with my neighbor and my mother, who turned out to be my neighbor's girlfriend, I set off for university. I had definitely matured under the sexual tutelage of the two mature ladies, even if one was my mother, including developing an appreciation for all-lady sex and the pleasures it gave those participating
I am a 21 year-old just about to start university, by the name of Mark Johnson. I finished grammar school at just 17 with A levels and a scholarship and a university acceptance, but felt too young and immature to go that September. My birthday is in August so I would have been just 18, and I just didn't feel I was ready to leave home. Instead I did a third year in the Sixth form, which took me to approaching my 19th birthday. A 6-3 year means you cover much of your first year university syllabus but in the school methods you are used to with teachers you are used to. It's supposed to give you a flying start at university and time to adapt to the change in teaching methods from classroom to lecture room. After that, I worked for two years as a building site laborer which developed a good tan and muscles. So now, it's the beginning of September, and I am just 21 and off to university.
During the summer, Mum and I had been over to the university and found me a place to live. It was in a house on three floors converted into 6 small apartments. Each had a small bathroom, with a shower cabinet, toilet and sink, and a big L-shaped room that served as a bedsitter with a small kitchenette - micro-wave and toaster oven included. On the middle floor, there were two communal bathrooms with full sized baths, and a larger communal kitchen with full cooking facilities, freezer and large fridge. A closet contained a stacked washer and dryer.
We decided to replace the bed, which was a double bed, with a nice new king-sized bed, and the pair of us slept together in it, of course, while we got the room ready by thoroughly cleaning it, and doing some repainting. In the course of being there for those few days, Mum and I met the woman in the room opposite, who was quite attractive, dark-haired, and about 28 to 30, so far as I could tell. That guess later turned out wrong.
Now I had moved in full-time and had just finished setting up my computer, unpacking my clothes, and generally getting settled. On the mantlepiece over the gas fire, I put a photograph of Mum and the MILF next door, Julie. The pair of them had spent the summer giving me a wonderful advanced sex-ed class, which, according to them, I passed with first-class honors.
I was just about to pour a coffee when there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find the woman from across the hall.
"Do you happen to have any milk?" she asked, "I want to make coffee and am out of milk."
"Well, it's your lucky evening. One, I have milk, although I personally don't put it in coffee, and two, I have just made a full fresh pot before I realized I am on my own, so you are welcome to come in and share it."
So in she came, and of course, scanned the place. "Remarkably tidy for a male student's room."
"Have only just unpacked - haven't had time to make it untidy yet. Give me a week!"
So we sat down and drank coffee and talked. Turned out her name is Carol, she's a Teaching Assistant at the university, and in fact would be one of my TAs in Chemistry Labs. She noticed the photo on the mantle. "One of those, the one with the short curly blonde hair, is your Mum, isn't she? I saw her with you for a few days."
"Yes, the other is my next door neighbor."
"Pardon me for being blunt, but your Mum stayed here, in here, with you for a few days? I hope you didn't make her sleep on the couch."
"Of course not. We shared the bed...."
"I see...."
"Let me save you the conjecture. Mum and I slept together. We are frequent lovers. The other woman in the picture is also a lover of mine as well as being my mother's girlfriend. One big happy family!"
"One big happy family indeed!" said Carol, closely looking at the picture.
"Well, now you know. We don't usually advertise the fact, but we are all three very happy with the arrangement, which may or may not last for a long time, depending."
"Depending on what? You getting a girlfriend who doesn't want to share you with your mother? Or finding one who doesn't mind?"
"Basically. If you find the situation weird and it prevents us from being friends, so be it."
"Actually, it doesn't bother me. My Mum and I had a lesbian affair on a cruise once, for a couple of weeks. Before she died."
"I would imagine most affairs are before the participants die," said I, trying to impart some humor.
"Ha, ha! any more coffee?"
So it turned out we talked for quite a time. I explained I was reasonably good at being handy and fixing things, "so if you ever need anything serviced.... I'm your man!"
She laughed, gave me a wicked grin, and asked "Anything serviced?" There was heavy emphasis on the word 'anything'.
I blushed and nodded. She stood up to go, but as she did, she smiled at me, gave me a peck on the cheek, and asked "Does that include horny women?"
My turn to embarrass her. I pointed to the photo. "Well, as you can see, I have satisfied customers who would be pleased to give you a reference."
"Oh, I never trust references. Prefer to make my own judgement. See you!" and with that, I was alone watching the door quietly close. It was one of those conversations that was almost one-sided. Despite me trying, she gave little if anything away about herself, but learned a lot about me, including my deepest secret about Mum and I. One thing I did deduce about Carol, though, was that she was certainly very adept at getting whatever she wanted, especially from men. Or, at least, from me!
It was still a few days before classes began, and so the next day, a Monday, I went to the university and walked around familiarizing myself with the lay out. I found the Chemistry building, and the General Science building where I would be doing Physics, and also the Library. I registered and got my library card, and picked up my text books I had preordered at the book shop. I found my locker and packed my books in it and put a combination lock on it.
I went home and microwaved a pre-packed meal and sat down to watch Jeopardy! My L-shaped room had the bed in the smaller narrower portion that was alongside the bathroom area, while the sitting/living area was right across the front where the windows were. The kitchenette as on the end wall, to the left of the entrance door, while the bathroom was to the right of the door.
Later that evening, after Jeopardy! had finished, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and in marched Carol. She was wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt that clearly had nothing under it, as her nipples were protruding quite pronouncedly. Faced with such an entrance, I declared "Come in and make yourself comfortable," and she did! When I turned round from closing the door she was sitting on my bed and was removing her T-shirt!
"What the.....!" I stuttered.
"You said you could service anything, and I have an itch I need scratched. Right here." She opened her legs and pointed and I could see there was nothing on under her short skirt.
"I see," I said as I removed my shirt. "Do I need any special tools or protective gear?"
"No" she said, sliding her skirt down her bare legs and over her bare feet. She was now completely naked. Her figure was great. Largish firm boobs, nice tight flat waist, pronounced hips, and great, long legs. Clearly someone who looked after herself.
I stripped too, making the excuse that I didn't want to embarrass her by being over-dressed. I knelt between her feet, and looked at her quite hairy pussy. It wasn't trimmed or anything and was a totally natural large triangle of thick dark curly hair. Mum was hairless and Julie was trimmed, so this amount of hair was a first for me.
"We first need to make an inspection," I said, "so we can decide exactly what needs servicing." I lowered my head and started to lick the inside of her thighs. I parted the hair and exposed her nether lips and started to lick them. My thumbs opened her clit hood and my tongue teased it into my mouth so I could suck on it hard. I heard her take a deep breath.
My fingers rubbed her lips, picking up her moisture until I could get them to slide inside. I curled my fingers and found her g-spot. Her hips shot up in the air and she nearly tossed my mouth off her pussy.
"Fuck me! Now!"
Never one to refuse a lady's wish, I pulled my hand out of her pussy and crawled up the bed. I used one hand to place the tip of my cock in place on her wet lips, and pulled the foreskin back. "Ready?"
She nodded. I thrust forward and as she was so wet, my cock slid right in, at least three inches on that first thrust. Two more thrusts and we were meshing pubic bones. I paused, and waited. She looked at me and smiled, and I kissed her. As we kissed, I rocked so that my cock was sliding gently and slowly in and out of her wonderfully wet and tight vaginal tunnel. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and her arms around my back. I could feel her trimmed and shaped finger nails scratching my back.
The pace slowly picked up. Her tongue was invading my mouth, my body was as deep into her as it could get on the forward thrusts, and both of us could feel internal sensations building.
Then her heaving got serious and I was essentially hanging on to her for dear life. She was far more energetic than even Julie or Mum, until there was one giant heave of her hips upwards and then a collapse back on to the bed and then her juices were flooding over my cock.
As we calmed down, we clung to each other like shipwrecked sailors to a log. Gradually, body systems returned to normal. She pushed me to get off her, and so I rolled on to my back. She rolled to be facing me, laying on my shoulder.
"You're good. I can understand the MILFs wanting you. You're the first man to make me cum without using my toys on me - just a nice big natural cock - in a couple of years. I think this could easily become a regular thing."
"I hope so," I said, "Because you really are sexy, and I love a woman who goes after what she wants. Just, please, next time let me undress you and explore you so we can take our time. Even if it is only two items. Not keen on Wham! Bam!, Thank you, Ma'am!"
"Okay. Next time. I may even wear more clothes. Got anything to drink?"
"Some red wine."
"Get it." So I got off the bed and opened the wine and poured us each a glass.
"Did I interrupt anything?" she asked.
"No, I had just finished watching Jeopardy!
"Do you have a recorder?"
"Yes, I record the show every day."
"I don't have a recorder so nice to know I can catch it over here after the event."
