This is the sequel to 'I'll just borrow Matt, sweetheart. Pure fantasy, so you don't need to tell me it's unlikely!
Anne sat for a while after Matt left, with a smile on her face, remembering the taste of him in her mouth, the feel of his lips at her pussy as he ate her to climax, of the sensation of his rock-hard prick as he took her from behind, taking her over the top to another climax. After four years without any sex after her husband's untimely death, Matt's teenaged virility had certainly reminded her of the pleasures to be found.
Her pussy still throbbed, reminding her again, and she stroked herself lightly through the opening of her robe, enjoying the feel of her fingers against her shaved mons. She glanced at the clock. Almost four. Matt had said he'd have Kathy home just after six, in plenty of time for dinner at seven. Anne smiled to herself. She'd make enough to serve three, just in case he could stay, but first she'd better get dressed. She stood, then sniffed her fingers. Another shower first!
In the shower she absently soaped her breasts, cupping them, reminding herself of the feel of Matt's hands. Her nipples stiffened and she pulled at them gently, then one hand stole down between her legs and she began to stroke herself, to bring herself up to a solo peak, a peak attained quickly on her remembered pleasure. Her climax was strong and satisfying and she hummed to herself as she came down from her high and resumed her washing.
Get a grip on yourself, Anne Evans, she thought. Okay, you have just been most satisfactorily fucked by your daughter's boyfriend, but Kathy will want him herself. I wonder, she did say she would share. How long? Until they break up, or get married or something? Anne smiled. I'd better look for a man of my own, now that Matt has brought my pussy back to life!
She finished her shower and donned a pair of panties and a pair of loose shorts. About to put on her bra, she stopped. No, she thought, I think I'll swing free for the evening. My tits aren't that big. She put the bra back in her lingerie drawer and pulled on a loose t-shirt.
She decided on a tuna salad for dinner, reasoning that it would neither spoil nor get cold if dinner was delayed for any reason, and soon had it prepared. She poured herself a glass of iced tea and settled back with a magazine, waiting for Kathy's return from her trip to the mall. It was nearing six-thirty when she heard Matt's pickup pull up outside and Kathy and Matt came in.
"Hi, Mom," said Kathy, "what's for dinner?"
"Tuna salad, ice-cream for dessert. Okay?"
"Very okay." Kathy turned to Matt. "Thanks for the ride. See you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow it is," said Matt. "I'll get myself off home."
"You don't have to go, if you don't want to, Matt. Stay for dinner if you like," Anne said, smiling at her daughter's boyfriend. "In fact, if you want to, you can stay overnight." She regarded the two teenagers thoughtfully for a moment. "I'll let you sleep together if you'll promise me that you'll use protection. I'm not ready to be a grandmother yet," she added, smiling.
Kathy flushed but regarded her mother with sparkling eyes, then turned to Matt. "Do you want to sleep with me, sweetheart?" she asked impishly.
Matt glanced across at Anne, flushing in his turn, but took Kathy's hand in his. "You know I do, very much," he said. He turned to Anne. "I have to collect something for my Uncle Bob, then tell my Mom where I'll be and pick up a change of clothes. It will take me about an hour. Is that OK?"
"Not a problem, Matt," Anne said. "Like I said, it's tuna salad for dinner and ice-cream for dessert. They won't spoil. You go ahead. Kathy and I will make sure everything's ready when you get back."
"Okay, I'll get away then," said Matt, kissing Kathy briefly; but soundly, Anne noticed. Kathy went out to his pickup with him and came skipping lightly back in as Matt drove away.
"Kathy, everything's ready for dinner, but we have to talk," said Anne, flushing.
"Yes, we do, don't we?" said Kathy dryly, frowning at her mother.
Oh dear, thought Anne, he told her.
Kathy grinned suddenly. "Don't look so worried, Mom, I told you I didn't mind."
"He told you?"
Kathy nodded. "He looked so sheepish I thought you must have managed, Mom. I asked him outright, 'did you fuck my Mom?' and he told me then. Was he as good as you hoped?"
"Better,
much
better," said Anne.
"I guess you enjoyed it then," said Kathy, taking her mom's hand and squeezing it. "Do you want to know what he said about you?"
"What?" asked Anne, dreading the answer.
"I asked him if you were any good, you know, kidding, and he said that you were 'an absolutely incredible fuck', and I quote his very words!"
"He said that?" said Anne, feeling obscurely pleased to be so described by someone half her age.
"He certainly did. Mom?"
"What?"
"Would you like to fuck him again?" Kathy asked gently.
Anne paused for a moment. "Gods, yes, very much, but he's your boyfriend, Kathy, and I will not come between you."
Kathy gave her Mom a rueful smile, colour in her cheeks. "Actually, I was thinking more in terms of 'beside', rather than 'between'. Your bed is big enough for the three of us." She stopped, then shook her head. "No, sorry, Mom, I shouldn't have said that."
"Then why did you?" Anne said, a shiver of excitement building in her. "Was it because you like the idea of sharing your man with another woman?"
"Not just any woman, Mom, but in some ways I guess I do, either that or sharing my Mom with my boyfriend."
Anne gazed at Kathy for a long moment, thinking furiously. Should she, shouldn't she? What exactly did Kathy have in mind? Then a thought struck her. "Kathy?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Have you and Matt had sex with someone else there before?"
Kathy flushed again and nodded.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
Kathy grimaced, hesitating.
"I won't tell anyone, you know that, don't you?" said Anne.
"I guess so."
"Well? Was it another girl?" A thought struck Anne and her pussy throbbed suddenly. "Or was it another boy?"
Kathy glanced at her mother and grinned suddenly. "I've never had two guys at once. Have you?"
Anne nodded reluctantly. "A long time ago."
"What about another woman?"
"Yes, that too. But we were talking about you."
Kathy took a deep breath. "You promise not to tell anyone?"
"Who would I tell? I promise, sweetheart."