Several strokes later and I felt his semen deep within me. The night before he had worn a condom so this sensation of my sons seed inside me was fabulous. His back arched and his eyes closed and I was able to watch him. This also was new. Last night he was wearing a mask and was behind me when he came. To watch Brian now at this most vulnerable moment was thrilling. These new experiences were too much for me. I started to orgasm once again.
My pussy contracted tightly as I came. It squeezed his second load out quickly. Several seconds later and a third and fourth shot of his semen was now deep within me. Brian fell on top of me. I felt his hot breath on my neck and I squeezed him so tight. I wanted him closer and deeper within me. There was no physical way to possibly have him to the extent I wanted him.
At the same time I was able to lift off the bed just enough for him to hug me. We now were holding each other passionately. The pressure of his hug and his arms around me was wonderful during my third wave of my orgasm. I quivered within his arms and closed my eyes inadvertently. I never wanted it to end.
His hug stopped and I slowly unwrapped my arms from around him. He fell completely limp and dropped his head beside mine. Mother and son. Together again. The emotions and sensations were too much for both of us. We lay motionless as we drifted to sleep together as one.
***
“Oh my God, mom,” Brian whispered in my ear as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“I know, honey,” was the best I could reply as both of us were rather speechless.
I moved my head slightly and kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head, and we kissed once again passionately.
As our lips separated, he continued, “it has never been like that for me, mom.”
“I know. Me too,” I reassured him. I continued with hesitancy, “I have felt so close to your father before, but still nothing like this.” I slightly regretted mentioning Tom.
“I agree,” Brian quickly responded, “Sherry is amazing, but yet this was…”
“I know, honey,” I interrupted him. “Let’s just enjoy it.”
I was thrilled to hear that it was more special than with Sherry. Of course I knew it should be. But to hear him say it made me feel that much better as I lay naked in my son’ s arms.
“What are you going to do about Sherry?” I asked him making him realize she was the only one of the four of us unaware of the circumstances.
It was amusing to see his face as he wrapped his mind around it.
“I don’t know,” he whispered hesitantly, “we have been so open and honest with each other.”
“Then don’t let that change,” I reassured him.
“So I go home and tell her the last night she fucked her father-in-law and I’m now in a love affair with my mother?” He sarcastically questioned.
I felt so wonderful that he described our relationship as a love affair. It was perfect. It was a sign that our lovemaking was to continue. He was right, we now had a love affair.
Yet I could not dwell on that aspect. “Maybe not like that, but yes, tell her the truth,” I replied.
“I guess…” I could see he was trying to figure out exactly how he would do so. His face suddenly changed, “could we tell her together?”
“The three of us?” I asked.
“I was thinking just you and me at first,” Brian said timidly. It was like he was four years old asking for a cookie.
The idea instantly made my pussy wet. Last night as I watched Tom fuck Sherry there was no doubt it turned me on. Since Tom and I have begun going to these parties I have been with quite a few women and it definitely is a unique and satisfying experience. But to bury my face between the legs of my beautiful daughter-in-law would be a first and something I desperately wanted.
“What are you thinking about telling her? Just about last night? Or about right now?” I was a bit confused.
“Like you said, the truth… all of it,” he confidently answered.
“Are you thinking we can continue this whole thing?” I asked.
“No matter what mom, you and I will be making love again. There’s no doubt about that.”
Hearing him say that out loud was wonderful.
He continued, “but yes, I think we can all be together. But it might be best with you there to tell her.”
“Is part of this because you are jealous of your father?” I had to ask.
“I’m not jealous when she fucks other men. And I say ‘fucks’ because that’s all it is when we are with others.”
“Brian…” I looked at him emphasizing that he knew better.
He paused slightly, “all right, it does bother me more thinking about her with dad than with any other guys.”
“Doesn’t it bother you when you think about you and I?”
“No, mom,” he quickly answered, “I told you that feels completely right.”
I had to find out more, “then what is it?”
“I think I’m more worried about her hesitancy. With her dad leaving when she was so young she’s always commented on how dad has become her father. That relationship is special,” he explained.
“More special than ours?” I emphasized to him. “You underestimate her. The two of you are already open enough to be with others, so that part is out of the way. I honestly believe she will be fine with it.”
“So do I,” he continued, “but I think we should start slowly with just you and I.”
“Telling her, or more than that?” I still didn’t know where he was going with this.
“We could tell her together and then perhaps…” he hesitated.
I suddenly understood and chuckled, “okay, now I get it. You want a threesome with your wife and mother?”
“Is that so bad? On second thought that might not be the best way to word it,” he laughed.
“No, I get it. And the idea thrills me,” I told him with anticipation.
His face lit up. My loins did the same. The idea of being with Brian and Sherry together turned me on immensely.
“You check with her and find a good time when we can set up a reason for the three of us to get together,” I told him.
“Why don’t I call her over here now?” He sat up in bed with a huge smile on his face.
“Now?!” I couldn’t believe how excited he was. Then again, so was I.
I smiled mischievously. “Go for it,” I replied.
Brian jumped off the bed and picked up his phone off the floor. As he started to dial I moved my hand down between my legs. I could feel the wetness of anticipation as I began to massage my clit. Within the hour I would be doing the same with my beautiful daughter-in-law.