The Mother Lovers

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All sex acts in this story are with consenting adults 18 and over.

The Mother Lovers

We'd only been married for two years, but when you meet at a sex club, you're not meant for the long haul. We didn't even know each other's names when she gave me a blow job. But it was such a good blow job, we were married two weeks later. And old habits die hard.

"David, I'm going out tonight," said Zara casually. "And I might not be back until morning."

Zara is a twenty-seven-year-old French Moroccan beauty that could easily be a model if she was six inches taller. And since she is pansexual, she asked for an open marriage the day before we took our vows, and like an idiot, I agreed.

"Zara, when we started this whole open marriage thing, it was with the understanding that we don't do sleepovers."

"Relax, David, it's with a woman."

"Why didn't you invite me?"

"She's not into guys."

"Wait a sec, you can't go. We have dinner with your mom tonight."

"I'm not going. Tell her I got called into a meeting."

"Then I'll reschedule."

"You gotta go, David. Dad just left her. She needs someone to cry to."

"She's your mom. She should be crying to you."

"I'm not going to listen to her bitch about dad all night."

"He left her for another woman. She's got plenty to bitch about."

"It's the price you pay for having a rich husband."

"Then tell that to her face."

"Come on, David, you're like a son to her. Maybe you'll get to fuck her."

"You're very funny."

"Babe, I know you're hard for her. And it's okay. You have my permission."

Zara is well aware of my lust for her mother, Lamia. She was a popular model in her twenties and walked the runways in Paris and London before she married Louis Baudelaire, an award-winning French director. She's been like a mother to me while she treats Zara like an unwanted stepchild. And I suspect I know why. Zara is fucking her father.

* * * *

At forty-nine, Lamia still turns heads. She is statuesque, with lush caramel skin, sensuous lips, and high cheekbones. And when she arrived at the restaurant, she greeted me with a very warm hug. She is always fun and gets very bawdy after a few drinks.

"David, my sweetheart, how are you?"

"Good, mom. How are you holding up?"

"Better now that I'm with you. Where is Zara?"

"She was called into some sort of meeting."

We sat in the booth and tapped our wine glasses together. She took a long sip and set her glass down.

"Don't cover for her, David. I know she doesn't want to see me."

"Sorry, mom. You know how she is. So, what's happening with your husband?"

"He moved in with his girlfriend."

My initial feeling was that Zara was the other woman, but it must be one of the actresses he is directing in his current movie.

"Did you have any idea he was seeing someone?"

"He's slept with a lot of women, but he always came home at night. I just turned a blind eye to it."

"How long did that go on?"

"Since we were married." Lamia emptied her wine glass and refilled it. "It's because he's a sex addict. It's why he still directs movies. He has an unlimited supply of young women trying to break into the business. And everyone in this business seems to have a problem with sex addiction. Just like Zara."

Zara was a very dirty standup comedian before becoming a screenwriter. She's in the '500 club', that is, she's fucked more than 500 people. But I didn't know her mom knew. "Why do you think she's a sex addict?"

"I found out from her first husband."

"I see."

"So how is it affecting your marriage?"

"We met at a sex club, mom. It's built into our relationship."

That brought a very wry smile to her face. "You wanted a wife that would swing?"

"We haven't done that for a while. But we have an open marriage."

Lamia picked up the wine bottle and refilled our glasses. "Zara is exactly like her father. She's always on the hunt. That's why she didn't come to dinner, right? She's hooking up, isn't she?"

"Yes, but don't tell her I told you any of this."

Lamia's eyes are quite expressive, and I feel like I can read her mind. Between the alcohol and the intimate discussion, she was really giving me a vibe.

"So, who do you hook up with, David?"

"No one at the moment."

"That doesn't seem fair."

"Zara's sexy and extraverted. I knew I'd be at a big disadvantage."

"I hope she realizes how lucky she is to have you. No man has stayed with her longer than a few months."

"I agreed to it. I can't back out now just because I'm getting the short end of it."

She smiled, reached across the table, and put her silky soft hand on top of mine. "I'm sure Zara proposed the open marriage, so take advantage of it. Get out there and have fun."

Her roving fingertips sent chills down my spine. All I ever think about when I fuck Zara is making love to her mom. And she was dangling herself in front of me.

"You're right."

"You know, the food at this place isn't very good. Why don't you come home with me? I will make dinner."

* * * *

She never made dinner. Right after we got to her house, we were in her bed with our lips and hands roaming all over each other. And since I was calling her 'mom' in between our kisses, she was curious about my relationship with my real mother.

"Did you ever covet your mom?"

"Yes."

Her eyes got wide, and she flashed her very sexy smile. "There's something so beautiful about a mother and son making love. I need to feel that feeling. That beautiful incestuous feeling."

She was always very kind and loving to me, but I had no idea that I was the subject of her incestuous fantasies. And I've never had a woman look so much love into my eyes. She was on her back, her nipples so hard they felt like marbles as my hands roamed all over her breasts.

"I love you so much, my son." She gave me tongueless kisses on my chin and neck until her lips pressed into mine and her warm silky tongue slid into my mouth. This is by far the most loving sex I've had with any woman.

"I love you, mom. You're such a good mother to me."

Her nurturing smile belied her very perverted mind. "Of course, I am. Because my body aches for you."

Our kisses escalated from tender tongue forays and into deep throat penetrations. I've never had any woman examine every corner of my mouth like she does. And then she sucked on my tongue like it was a cock.

"Why does incest feel so much better?" she cooed as she licked her way down my body until her lips kissed all along my rock-hard shaft. She licked from testicle to testicle and down onto my perineum and into my anus. I pulled my legs back and stroked my cock as she tongue fucked my ass and did it fervently.

"I'm gonna cum, mom."

She quickly lifted her head just in time to see my first eruption, then got her mouth over my oozing crown just in time to catch the second. She swallowed and sucked up more. Then finished licking up all the cum from my crotch. She then slid up my body, pressing her hard nipples into my chest and delivering a set of deep tongue kisses.

"Son," she whispered softly into my ear. "I need you inside me."

She spread her long legs, revealing a small patch of neatly trimmed pussy hair and a pink crevice that I pried open with two fingers. It was oozing pussy juice that had collected at the entrance and dripped down her perineum. I've never seen such a wet pussy. I lavished on her warm and earthy sweetness, then extended my tongue inside and enjoyed her musty pussy walls. I then refocused my lips onto her engorged clit and sucked it into my mouth.

"I LOVE YOU!" she screamed as her pussy queefed. I continued to suck on her clit until she was gasping for air.

"Are you okay, mom?"

"Let me catch my breath." She took several deep breaths as I suckled her taut nipples hoping to sneak out a little milk in the process. Her pussy was dripping, and as I slid two fingers inside and moved them around, it sloshed noticeably.

"Come on, son, fuck your mother."

I mounted her as she wrapped her legs and arms around me. I rammed it into her very wet and fiery hole, touching her cervix, then withdrawing several inches, and then slamming into it again and again. She moaned with each thrust and clutched onto the sheets like she was getting ready to give birth.

"Let's cum together," she gasped. "I'm ready. Shoot it in mommy, baby."

"Yes, mother." I restarted up the deep thrusting, my crown kept bumping into her cervix, over and over, until I felt her pussy walls spasm.

"I'm cumming," she gasped. "Shoot it in mommy."

I blasted out a huge load that splashed deep into her clenched vagina. Her pussy is very muscular and squeezed my shaft with every contraction. Our kisses were so passionate that my lips were hurting, but I didn't care. I've never cum so hard in my life.

"I love you, mom."

We were both panting as she lovingly ran her fingertips on my cheeks. We kissed tenderly, expressing the very real love we had for each other. It was a very emotional experience, and we felt like we were really mother and son.

"When I first met you, it was love at first sight. I couldn't love you more even if you were my own son."

"I've fallen in love with you too, mom."

"I was so terrified that you'd find out about Zara's secret and never see me again."

"What secret is that?"

"She has sex with her father."

"How did you find out?"

"I caught them, right in my bed. I wasn't going to make a big deal out of it, as I think it's very natural for a father and daughter to want to make love. But they were going at it all the time, so he stopped having sex with me. Said he wasn't attracted to me anymore."

"What did you do?"

"When we were first married, we did a lot of swinging. I asked him if he wanted to start it up again, but all he was interested in was me having sex with our daughter while he watched."

"Your husband really asked you to do that?"

"He was pushing it very hard before he left. Like it was the only thing I could do to get him to stay with me."

"That's a big ask, mom. Sounds like you're better off without him."

"All guys are like that."

"Like what?"

"They all want to see a mother and daughter get it on. But I still love him."

"You'd take him back?"

"We were married almost thirty years. You don't throw that away without a fight."

* * * *

My mind was in overdrive. I just spent an incredible night making love to my mother-in-law. Our relationship has exploded our incestuous instincts, and we feel very much like a real mother and son. And I've never felt so loved in my life. Lamia is a sexual fireball, with a kinky imagination and tireless erotic energy. She's also very loving, something her daughter seems to be incapable of.

But when I drove up in my driveway in the wee hours of the morning and opened the garage door, my wife's car was sitting there. Since it was nearly 5am, I could only hope she was asleep.

But no such luck. As I entered the house, she was seated at the breakfast table in front of a coffee cup and looking at her laptop. She was bleary-eyed and suspicious.

"Did you fuck my mom?"

I sat at the breakfast table and did not reply. And that just made her mad.

"Cat got your tongue, David? Did you fuck my mother or not?"

"Be careful what you wish for."

This is the first time I've ever seen Zara jealous. She had been baiting me to have sex with her mother since we were married. And now that it's finally happened, she's not so open minded.

"I didn't think you'd actually do it."

"Then why did you keep pushing me?"

"I guess because it excited me."

"And now how do you feel about it?

"Jealous."

"Now you know how I feel about you and your father."

That was a turnover, and she quickly went from offense to defense. "What did my mother tell you?"

"She showed me. She has pictures of you two at the hotel you used."

"She really took pictures of us? She wants to blackmail dad so she can get a nice payday."

"If she wanted a big payday, she would have filed already. Or blackmailed him. She could ruin both your lives, Zara. But she wouldn't hurt you or your father, despite what you two did to her. She's a great woman. You are so lucky to have a mother like her."

Zara rarely cries, but the tears thickened and fell down her cheeks. "Well, you should be happy now, David." She picked up a napkin and wiped her eyes.

"Why is that?"

"It's over. My father broke up with me. He's moved in with some fucking actress and told me we're done."

"Zara, when we agreed to an open relationship, we were supposed to be honest. And you totally hid this from me."

"What did you want me to do, tell you I was fucking my dad?"

"I would have been fine with it, Zara. But all you ever did was lie about everything."

Her tears evolved into a quiet weep, and she covered her eyes with her napkin. "I don't want a divorce, David. You've been a good husband. I'm so sorry I'm such a freak. I wish I wasn't. But I just get such sick urges. I need to go on meds, and I don't want to go on meds."

"Look, I married you for better or worse, and I'm not gonna back out now."

"My fucking pussy just pounds away at me, that's why I asked for the open marriage. But I've never loved anyone like I love you. Please don't leave me."

It was the first time I've heard that. She loves me. And under amazing circumstances.

"Even after I fucked your mom?"

She giggled through her tears. "What part of 'freak' don't you understand? Come on, I need your cock. If you make me cum, I'll make you breakfast."

"Deal."

We rushed into the bedroom, ripping off our clothes on the way. She got up on the bed, on her hands and knees, as I set up behind her and rubbed my erection up and down her pink slit. I shoved it in and grabbed her hips, getting in as deep as I could thrust. She's got very dark fantasies about her mother, and they often come out in her dirty talk.

"How was mom's pussy?"

"Beautiful. Young with closed lips. And wet as fuck. Her taint tastes like pure sex. It's the kind of pussy you'd love. And she's a freak, baby. I got my whole hand in her."

"You fisted her?"

"Yeah, she asked me to. And your mom cums hard baby, just like you."

I was pulling Zara's hair as I sunk my cock into the sloppy warmth of her pussy. "And then your mom licked her own pussy juice off my hand. She likes pussy, baby."

That was dirty enough to blast Zara off. Her pussy walls contracted and clamped down on my shaft as I splattered her insides with my sperm. And that sent her dirty talk to the next level. She gasped for air and collapsed face down on the bed.

"I wanna eat mom's pussy. I want to suck the juice right out of it."

She's dirty talked about eating her mother's pussy many times before, but only during her orgasms, so I never took her seriously. I turned her over and took her in my arms, and we kissed like we were first married. Then she broke the kiss and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"You know, mom wanted you from the beginning."

"How do you know?"

"She told my dad."

"What kind of relationship do they have?"

"I know you think my mom is a saint, but she fucked around more than dad. She was always on my dad's ass to bring home young actors."

"Men?"

"And women. But they got in big trouble when one of the women threatened to go to BuzzFeed. Dad had to pay her off and that ended the actor pipeline into mom's bed."

"Holy shit. I had no idea your mom was like that."

"She modeled in Paris, David. All they did was have orgies after the shows. That's where she met my dad. My parents were swingers long before it became fashionable."

"Did you know that your dad wanted to see you with your mom?"

"Yeah, for a long time. But he didn't start pushing me until last week. I guess it was because of his new girlfriend. It was like a screen test. If I don't pass, he dumps me and moves on to his new girlfriend."

"And you wouldn't do it?"

"No, I was in. But mom wasn't."

"You were really gonna do it?"

"You know me, I'll try anything once."

My wife's oedipal dirty talk was more than just talk. And I was speechless.

"Don't look at me like that, David. I know you get off on it when I'm really kinky."

* * * *

Later that day, I was at work when I got a call from Lamia. There were tears in her voice.

"David, I just got served with the divorce paperwork."

"Oh. Sorry. Do you need me to help you find a lawyer?"

"Not yet. Can you talk to Zara for me?"

"About what?"

"Tell her I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"The mother daughter thing."

"Mom, your husband should never expect that from his wife and daughter."

"I'm not going to end my marriage over one hour of sex."

"It's with your daughter, Lamia."

"I got to try. Can you call Zara now? I need her answer before I call my husband."

"Will do. Bye." I immediately dialed Zara, who works at home.

"David, whatcha doing babe?"

"I just got off the phone with mom. She was just served the divorce papers."

"Holy shit. Dad is serious about this."

"I know. Anyway, she wants to know if you are still in on the mother-daughter show?"

"She thinks that's going to make dad come back?"

"She said it was worth a try."

"Tell her I'll do it. But I doubt he comes back."

"Who cares?"

Zara laughed. "Just for that, pervert, you don't get to watch."

* * * *

Things were moving fast. Not only did Louis agree to watch the show, he wanted to see it tonight. So, we got in the car and drove to mom's house an hour before Louis was to arrive, as mom and daughter had some logistics to discuss. While I expected mom to back out, Zara was all in, as she's got an oedipal complex as bad as any son.

"How are you feeling, Zara?"

"Nervous, like I always am before a hookup."

"This is not just any hookup."

We parked the car in Lamia's circular driveway and were greeted at the door before we even knocked. She was dressed for sex, wearing a tight low-cut cocktail dress with her breasts on display. She greeted Zara without a hug or even a handshake.

"You're looking good, Zara."

"You too, mother. Everyone is nervous, so why don't we go upstairs and open up a bottle of wine?"

We walked through the elegant foyer, up the grand staircase, and down the long hallway to the massive master bedroom that had its own bar complete with barstools. This was the good life, and we could see why mom was not going down without a fight. We sat at the bar as she poured the Chablis. Mom was fidgety and restless.

"Mother, you're very nervous. You sure you want to do this?"

"I've invested too much in this marriage to let it go so easily."

"Okay. What are we talking about, sex wise?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you want to do for dad? Just lick each other?"

"Whatever your father wants us to do."

"What if dad wants to fuck me? You gonna freak out?"

"I'll be fine."

We heard the front door open and close. "He's early," said mom, who rushed out the door and down the staircase to greet her husband. And a minute later, Louis stepped into the bedroom and greeted his daughter about as coldly as mom did.

"Zara, sorry I didn't return your calls."

"It's okay, daddy."

Louis, fifty-eight years old and oozing with confidence, shook my hand vigorously. "Good to see you again, David."

"You too, Louis. Anyway, I'll let you guys alone."

"Nonsense. I want you to stay." He looked at Zara with lust in his eyes, as she was wearing a sexy black dress with a slit up the side. "Zara, why don't you get this started?"

Mom was standing next to one of the bedposts and Zara walked into her space. She put her arms around Lamia, who was very stiff and nervous.