“I looked around the room as if there was someone who might be listening–which was ridiculous–and said, ‘Walter’s away playing golf. He should be gone for a few hours.’
“Diane stood up and walked like a zombie toward the stairs. She knew the layout of the house from being there dozens of times, so she just marched up the stairs and headed for the master bedroom. I followed her.
“We undressed slowly and carefully, keeping our backs to each other. Maybe that was silly, but I for one hadn’t been naked in front of a woman in about two decades! When I saw her unclothed, I just gasped. As I say, she has a bit more weight than I do, but she really carries it well. Omigod, Vanessa, she was scrumptious! And I could tell that she was just eating me up with her eyes. Given that she’s a little on the zaftig side, I guess she likes women who are petite and slender.
“Well, we got down to business–and kept at it for at least an hour and a half. Then, when I told her that Walter was probably going to be back soon, she got dressed in a hurry and left.”
“Oh, Mom! You’re not going to tell me what you two did?”
“Vanessa, really! That’s–private.”
“Oh, come on! Can’t you tell me anything?”
“I’ll just say we basically did everything two women can do with each other.”
“You licked each other’s pussies?”
“Yes.”
“You made each other come?”
“Oh, god, yes! Many times.”
“You didn’t use a dildo or anything, did you?”
“Lord, no! I mean, the whole point of lesbian sex is not to have anything associated with men around, isn’t it? Men are wonderful creatures, but sometimes you just want a session in bed where you don’t have to worry about that ever-demanding cock.”
“You got that right!”
Merrilee looked wide-eyed at her daughter. “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing, Mom, nothing. So what happened?”
“What happened?” Merrilee said, sighing again. “What happened is, your dad found out.”
“Found out… how?”
“In the most obvious way a man can find that out about his wife.”
Vanessa clapped a hand over her mouth. “Omigod! Are you telling me he–”
“Yup. He walked in on us one time.”
“Holy mackerel! What did he do?”
“For a minute he just looked at us as if he couldn’t figure out who we were, or why we were there flailing around on his bed. Then he just turned around, fished out a suitcase, packed a few things, and went to a hotel.”
“You mean that’s why you two broke up?”
“We haven’t actually broken up, dear. Your dad is just trying to come to terms with all this.”
“You think he can deal with it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Wow…. I guess it is a bit of a shock for a guy. But probably not as much as if you were to walk in on him getting it on with a man!”
“Please, dear,” Merrilee said with distaste, “let’s not think about that.”
“You’d totally freak out, wouldn’t you?”
“That would be an understatement.”
“Well, Mom,” Vanessa said with a sudden desire to spill the beans, “I have a lot to tell you on this very subject. So get ready to listen.”
And for the next half-hour, as Merrilee’s jaw fell open and remained open for nearly the whole time, Vanessa recounted the whole incredible story of her involvement with Jack, Joanna, Eileen, and Sullivan.
“Good gracious me!” Merrilee said–but then giggled like a schoolgirl. “Vanessa, you’re so naughty!”
“Mom, I’m not doing any of this just to be naughty. None of us are. We’re doing it because we love each other. We all love each other.”
Merrilee sobered up immediately. “I see that, dear. You seem very close–you and everyone here.”
Vanessa eyed her mother carefully. “Do you think, at least while you’re here, you might want to–participate?”
A little shudder ran through Merrilee. “How, exactly?”
“Well, it seems to me that there’s no better way than to be introduced to each person here one after the other. They’re all sweet and wonderful, and I’m sure you’ll like them all.”
“Do you really think they’ll like me?”
“Of course they will! You’re my mom, you’re really pretty, and you have plenty of other virtues.”
“You really want to do this–right now?”
Vanessa shrugged. “No time like the present.”
Merrilee looked down at her hands. After a long pause she said, “Okay.”
“Yeah? You’re up for it? Great! I’ll send someone up right away. I guess we’ll alternate between boys and girls.”
“Men and women, dear. We’re all adults here.”
“Of course, Mom. Just my way of speaking.”
Vanessa almost ran out of the room to meet with the other occupants of the house. After a quick conference in the living room, the plan was set. Since there were three women and two men, a woman would begin first–and Joanna was chosen to lead things off. Even though it was mid-afternoon, everyone was excited by the prospect of getting to know Vanessa’s mother in such an intimate way.
Joanna headed up the stairs–and when she got to the guest room where Merrilee was staying, she found that the woman had already stripped.
Letting out a gasp, Joanna said, “Oh, my heavens, Merrilee! You’re so beautiful.”
And she was. In some ways she was just a slightly taller version of her daughter; but her breasts were a tad larger, and her hips swelled out a bit more (perhaps a result of childbirth), and overall she was such a gorgeous specimen of femininity that Joanna could only gawk and admire. She suspected the others in the household would do the same.
Joanna undressed quickly, and the two women got down to it. Their coupling was a somewhat frenzied bout of mutual masturbation, as they kissed each other all over the face, neck, and shoulders while using their fingers to stimulate each other’s pussies. Joanna didn’t neglect to give some good squeezes to Merrilee’s fleshy bottom, and Merrilee returned the favor by passing hands all over Joanna’s back, butt, and thighs.
Joanna would have loved to stay for another session, but she was aware that four other people would have to take their turns in Merrilee’s bed. Realizing that there would be plenty of time for further cuddling during the rest of the week, she got up and, without bothering to put her clothes back on, went downstairs.
“Jack, I think you should be next,” she said.
Jack almost flew up the stairs to have his turn. He actually started disrobing on the stairs, almost falling down in the process. But by the time he got to Merrilee’s room, he’d left a trail of his clothes on the stairs and hallway, and he entered her room naked.
Merrilee smiled in approval of his large and hardening cock, and they began snuggling right away. She was happy to make her breasts available to Jack’s hands and mouth, and he even slipped all the way down to her sex to give it a few licks. But he was so keen on entering her that he soon climbed up and forged in, wrapping her tightly in his arms and planting kisses on her face while he pumped her. She locked her legs around his thighs as she felt him probe the innermost recesses of her vagina, and when he exploded in her she experienced a mini-climax, largely from the excitement of bedding down with someone she’d only met a few minutes before.
Eileen was next, and she ascended the stairs with the look of someone saying, “I’m a true lesbian–let me show you how it’s done.” She conveniently forgot that she had now lapsed into bisexuality, having welcomed both Sullivan and her own dad into her body.
She stripped efficiently in the hallway, adding her clothes to the pile that Jack had left, and sauntered into the bedroom. The two women gazed at each other admiringly, and Eileen got right down to some serious pussy-licking. Getting into sixty-nine position (with herself on top), Eileen licked up a lot of the paternal emission that was trickling out of Merrilee’s pussy. She’d not yet developed a great taste for come, but it was growing on her. But what she really set out to do was to give the older woman the climax of her life. Maybe that didn’t quite happen, but her gasps and moans and shrieks suggested that Eileen’s ministrations were ringing the bell. And Merrilee’s licking was pretty potent also.
Next up was Sullivan. He’d taken the precaution of undressing in the living room, so when he ascended the stairs and entered the bedroom, he was gloriously naked and supremely erect.
Merrilee theatrically slapped her hands to her face and breathed, “Oh, my Lord!”
“Yeah,” Sullivan said regretfully, looking down at his groin, “it’s kinda big.”
“I hope I can manage,” she said with trepidation.
“I’m sure you can.” He then revealed what he was carrying in his hand–a jar of cold cream. “I was actually hoping go to into your butt, ma’am.”
Merrilee almost passed out. “You’re not serious.”
A look of concern came over Sullivan’s face. “You don’t like that?”
“I–I haven’t done it before,” she had to admit.
“Really?”
“Yes, really!”
“So you don’t want to?”
All this time, Merrilee had been gazing fascinatedly at Sullivan’s huge member. “I might be willing to try. But there’s no way I can get that whole thing into me back there.”
“Don’t worry about that, ma’am. I never go in all the way.”
“Thank heaven for small mercies,” she said under her breath.
She allowed Sullivan to lubricate her. He instructed her to lie flat on her stomach–which relieved her, since the doggie-style position was not really to her liking. Sensing the stocky young man’s frame draping her own, she felt a bit unnerved, but was confident that he would do his best not to hurt her. Even so, his initial entry was difficult to endure; and as he probed farther and farther into her, her brain more or less shut down as she gave way to the pure sensation of a cock stuck up her ass.
As Sullivan seized her breasts and continued pounding her, Merrilee gave way to a feeling of total helplessness and subjugation–but that didn’t bother her, as she also perceived that it was her own seductiveness that was causing this virile youth to exert himself so enthusiastically. Within minutes he shot his seed into her, and she relished the novel feel of his come in a place that had never received it before.
Sullivan gave her an affectionate kiss on the mouth, then left the room.
There was now only one person who hadn’t engaged with Merrilee. As Vanessa saw each member of the household go upstairs and then come down again, she wondered about what might be next–for her and for her mother.
Joanna noticed her young friend lost in thought.
“Vanessa,” she said, “you really aren’t going to–?”
As she saw Sullivan, naked, saunter idly past them, she said, “Well, why not?”