KEEPING IT TOGETHER

I was in my second year of college attending school out of state when word reached me that my father had died. It had been totally unexpected and a major shock to my mother and younger s****r along with myself. Busy as I'd been away at school it had been almost an entire year since I'd even seen them. My s****r Mandy had just recently graduated from high school and like me had been planning on attending school out of state. All that had changed now with the death of our father. Mandy and mom had always been close, a bonding that had in fact left me feeling a little jealous of their relationship. I hadn't had the same type of closeness and affection with my own father, feeling much closer to my mother than I ever had with him, but not even close to the same level than Mandy and mom had shared and known together.

Mandy had already decided to remain at home, keeping mom company and offering whatever love and support that she could as opposed to moving away and attending school elsewhere. And though finances wouldn't leave mom in any real desperate situation, I couldn't in all good conscience see myself remaining where I was either, and thus made preparations to return home and attend the same local university that my s****r Mandy would be attending in the fall.

Needless to say my unexpected homecoming was a mixed blessing under the circumstances. I was delighted of course to finally see them again, Mandy had much to my surprise, changed dramatically in the short time since I had seen her last. Mother too had changed, looking a little more haggard perhaps than I remembered, but still wonderfully attractive even through all that. In many ways, the two of them could have passed for s****rs. Mandy had the grace and natural beauty of youth of course, long dark hair which fell way past her shoulders, a sculpted body which she had kept in shape through her participation in the woman's basketball team that she played for in school. Mom as I said looked like a slightly older version of my s****r, her hair the same color, though shoulder length, same matching pair of brown, almost golden colored eyes, and within an inch of one another in height nearly reaching six feet.

It had been a difficult two weeks after returning home, getting through the funeral, then sorting through what seemed like a mountain of personal items, not to mention the paperwork, most of which we boxed up to donate and give away to charity's after first selecting a few personal keepsakes for ourselves. It was understandable then that none of us had been in much of a good mood during this time, nor had I seen my own mother smile in so long that I began to wonder if she ever would again. When she finally did, it had come about most unexpectedly, and had caused me the greatest amount of embarrassment I had ever known. Looking back on it now, I was of course mortified, but later came to view the "incident" as we recalled it, as the major turning point in each one of our lives.

Crisis, hardship and stress can have a funny effect on people, and can very often lead us into dealing with it in a myriad of strange ways. Well, maybe for me anyway. That's how I dealt with it, doing something that I'm not sure most, if many would approve of or view as very appropriate or morally acceptable. I jerked off. A lot.

It wasn't about being horny, or in general had anything to do with sex at all. It was simply my way of relieving the stress, dealing with all the hardship and sadness that had smothered the atmosphere inside the house like a wool blanket on a hot summer's day.

I had left behind friends, one girl in particular. And though we'd just started getting close, and had become intimate, we hadn't gotten to the point where either one of us was ready or prepared to discuss any long-term commitments together. Still...leaving all that behind had been difficult enough, and one more stress factor that I now carried on my shoulders.

Another of course was mom now looking at me, and even referring to me as "The man of the house now," which carried with it far more responsibility than I was at the moment prepared to accept.

Mandy had left earlier that morning for the part-time job she had taken in order to save up a bit of money for school. Mom had left a short time later needing to do a few errands, leaving me alone at home with time on my hands, though I was glad for the downtime to myself.

I had promised to take the last of the things we'd planned on giving away, having just finished loading them up in the back of dad's truck when I went back inside the house to pee before leaving. Like I said, I was stressed at having to do that, and decided to do the one thing that had been bringing me some temporary relief. With everyone gone and out of the house, I wasn't at all concerned about getting caught, especially as I knew it wouldn't take me very long to cum. This wasn't one of those long drawn out masturbatory sessions I'd enjoyed with myself in the past. This was just about stroking myself off to a climax, a fast quick one...and then be on my way again. I'd stepped into the bathroom intending to pee first, which I did, without closing the door. I then proceeded to stand there fisting myself pointing my hard stiff cock directly at the toilet. I stood thinking about nothing really, no lusty images, and no thoughts of fantasy coming to mind. Just the simple concentration of sensation in getting myself off. So absorbed in this, I hadn't heard the unexpected return of my mother who'd left only minutes ago. She had left her wallet sitting on the dresser in her bedroom, remembering she had done so, and then returning in order to retrieve it.

She had reached the upper landing of the stairs without my having heard her. As she headed down the hallway towards her bedroom, she naturally passed by the open door where I currently stood, still stroking myself, eyes closed, and completely oblivious to her presence. Her peripheral vision had alerted her to the fact I was in there, and she had slowed thinking at first I was perhaps just brushing my hair or washing my hands perhaps, but then stunned into immobility at the realization of what it was that I was doing. Her timing couldn't have been any more perfect, or worse, depending on how you looked at it I guess, for it was at that precise moment I felt the first surge of my spunk leap from my prick and begin squirting into the toilet bowl below me. I had leaned forward, one hand on the wall in front of me for support, aiming my now exploding cock directly and purposely towards the bowl. At first, mom again thought I actually was peeing, and nearly spoke reminding me to close the bathroom door when I used the bathroom, even if I didn't think anyone was home. Which is when she swallowed whatever words she was about to say, her surprise at realizing what it was I was doing, likewise freezing her in place with the shock and uncertainty of how to respond to it. Especially as I stood there squirting spurt after spurt down inside the bowl as she stood there watching me.

Even then, I wasn't aware she was standing there, until I heard her gasp, and the sound of footsteps hurrying down the hall to her bedroom. Even as I fumbled to shove my prick back inside my pants, I heard the sound of her bedroom door opening, and then closing rather quickly.

"Fuck!" I said to myself, embarrassed, mortified, and now confused more than ever as to what to say to her about it, if anything. I decided to say nothing, hope for the best in the event she might pretend nothing at all had happened, which is what I decided to do unless she did otherwise. I flushed the toilet, watching my cum-curdles swim down through the whirlpool making sure they all entirely disappeared and left no tangible trace of what I'd just done, and headed back down stairs to the truck.

Needless to say, I fretted and worried about it the entire time I was gone, trying to come up with some reasonable justification for my behavior without coming up with one, and then sheepishly returning home a while later knowing I would have to face my mother.

Not too surprisingly, she didn't say a thing when I came into the kitchen. She stood putting away the few groceries she'd gone to pick up.

"Can I help?" I asked, wondering if that might trigger any dialogue, which it did, but giving me a sigh of relief in the way that she answered.

"That would be nice...thank you," she said simply, though I noticed a slight flush in her cheeks as she said that. We fell into an easy rhythm of working together while we put things away, even joking a little, which was in a way, a means whereby we both took the edge off the unspoken, and basically going on as though nothing in fact had ever happened. Relieved, I soon after retired up to my own room for a brief nap with mom assuring me she'd wake me up in time for dinner if I hadn't woken myself up before then.

I had in fact woken up a short time later, a bit of a light sl**per anyway, hearing the sound of voices coming down from below. Obviously my s****r was home and was talking to mom, though it was the sound of laughter that had caught my attention. Like I said, I hadn't heard anyone laugh around the house in so long that I'd forgotten what it sounded like. Curious, I slipped out of bed and began heading down the stairs when the sound of their conversation drifted up towards me.

"Shh, not so loud," mom said trying to stifle a giggle, "He's still asl**p!" I realized then they were talking about me, and froze just outside the door, listening.

"I still can't believe you actually saw Danny," Mandy said calling me by the name she always had, though everyone else of course called me Dan, or Junior after my father. "And not only doing that...but that you actually saw him squirting!" she added, laughing out loud once again, just as mom once again tried to quiet her down, though laughing nearly as loud herself as she tried to do so.

"I know! I know!" Mom now added, the chuckle in her voice obvious. "At first I didn't know what to do, I just stood there, my eyes were riveted to Danny's cock, watching it spurt, realizing that he'd discover I was standing there at any moment. All I could think to do was hurry off and hope that maybe he'd think I hadn't seen him in there, and had just gone down to my room. But even now, I'm not sure he didn't see me, I mean...he must have now that I think about it!"

Once again my s****r was in stitches, the two of them laughing about it...laughing at me. But oddly enough, just hearing the sound of their combined laughter brought a smile to my face, even if it was at my own expense. It felt good hearing that once again.

"I never caught Danny ever doing it, but I did catch daddy once," Mandy suddenly stated out of the blue. There was a momentary pause, and then another snicker as mom spoke.

"Oh my god no! You didn't! Really?" Mom again giggled however, it was obvious now the two of them were enjoying this moment together. I was half tempted to return to my room and let them share this moment in privacy, but I couldn't, now curious myself as to where and when she had seen him. "Where?" mom now asked prompting my s****r to continue, asking the silent question I had already asked myself.

Though she lowered her voice somewhat conspiratorially, I was suddenly glad to be standing just outside the kitchen doorway where I could still easily hear the two of them.

"It was during the last week of school, if you remember, there wasn't much that was still going on. Aside from a few activities, there really weren't any more classes, so the senior's were permitted to go home early if they chose too. Which I did. Obviously daddy wasn't expecting me home so soon. I remembered that he'd taken a few days off in order to clean out the garage, so that's where he was when I came home, obviously he hadn't heard me come into the house."

"He was in the garage?" Mom asked surprised by this obvious revelation, to which Mandy again chuckled, and though I couldn't actually see it, I could imagine her sitting there nodding her head.

"Yeah, remember those old girly pin-ups he had on the walls before you actually made him take them down?"

"Yeah? So?"

"Well he may have taken them down alright, but he certainly never got rid of them! I had come into the kitchen to grab myself a snack, and heard him outside in the garage. I had intended to go out let him know I was home. I walked over to the door, looked through the window, and saw him standing there. Which is when I realized his pants were down around his ankles, and then the next thing I saw, was daddy jerking himself off. He'd actually spread out several of those old pin-up photos he still had, on top of the work bench he used to use, and was just standing there looking at them playing with himself!"

"Oh my god!" Mom exclaimed once again, still trying to hold down her own laughter, though it was quickly turning into tears, happy tears by the sound of it too. "He didn't see you?" she then asked.

"Oh hell no!" Mandy retorted, I sort of ducked around the side of the door, though I continued to peek through the window at him just in case. Like you, at first I couldn't believe I was actually seeing my own father doing that, but I guess now, I can tell you. I was fascinated to see that he was. I mean yes, it was shocking too of course, just like it was for you catching Danny, but at the same time...it was sort of erotic too ya know?"

"I know," Mom whispered, sounding a little uncomfortable and even embarrassed, perhaps because she was actually discussing this with her own daughter, sharing secrets about me as well as the old man. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this to you either, but yeah...it was somewhat erotic seeing Dan standing there doing that. I didn't realize until now anyway, just how similar he and his father were in that department."

"So he's got a pretty good sized cock too?" Mandy asked curiously. I felt my face redden with embarrassment at being discussed like this, especially being discussed between my own mother and s****r. But I was also finding myself becoming aroused at hearing it, much to my surprise, and could have no more turned away now than fly to the moon!

"Well, from what I could see, for as long as I was able to see it...yes," Mom giggled once again. Then I heard her sigh, the previous giggles suddenly turned off, as she sounded far more serious, and more melancholy once again. "And I'll never again know the feeling of that now will I?" She asked herself as opposed to actually asking or responding back to my s****r. There was a long momentary pause. I found myself actually holding my breath, fearful that one of them might stand up and discover my presence.

"Maybe in time mom...maybe you'll find someone else."

I heard mom sigh once again. This time sad once again. "I doubt it honey...we had something very, very special. An openness, an uninhibited way with one another that I don't think I could ever again find with anyone else."

I knew Mandy was trying to keep things light, trying to perk mom up again with her response. "Is that why you and dad were always so damn loud and noisy whenever the two of you were getting it on?" She stated.

"Mandy!" Mom exclaimed.

"Well you were you know!" Mandy shouted back. "Hell, Danny and I always knew when the two of you were going at it, and were amazed that you did so as often as the two of you were. No one else's parents ever did it that much, at least not as much as any of our friends ever told us their parents were...but you two certainly did!"

Once again there was silence. Mandy's attempt at frivolity had suddenly brought their giggling session to a very abrupt end. I quickly and silently made my way back up the stairs to my room, remaining there until Mandy came to actually fetch me for dinner. Not too surprisingly, which perhaps I should have expected, she wasn't about to let me off the hook either. I heard the knock on my bedroom door.

"Danny? You up? Dinner's ready," she called through the door, knocking once again.

"Yeah, yeah...I'm up," I answered her back. "You can come in you know," I told her.

She opened the door and stood there looking at me. I was dressed, sitting on the edge of my bed.

She smiled, half giggling as she stood there. "Thought I'd better knock first...just in case," she said letting me know in no uncertain terms that mom had told her about catching me in the bathroom, though I already knew that of course.

"Oh great...anyone else know about me jerking off? And getting caught by my own mother doing it?" I asked.

Mandy burst out laughing. "Well, she was on the phone with Aunt Chris a while ago...so maybe!"

I reached over, grabbed the pillow off my bed and threw it at her. But Mandy was too fast for me, stepping back through the door closing it before I'd even come close to hitting her. Knowing mom, there was a really good chance that Aunt Chris now knew about it too.

**

Somehow we managed to get through dinner without any additional comments or innuendos being said about it, which was a big relief to me as I figured that might be the end of it. The three of us had even sat and watched a movie together, though mom soon after excused herself saying she was tired and going upstairs to bed. Mom kissed us both, her hugs lasting a moment or two longer than usual, and then she hurried on upstairs to her room.

I sat looking at my s****r for a few moments afterwards. She had the same concerned look on her face that I did. "I'm really worried about mom," I told Mandy. "I mean...stands to reason and all, but aside from going to work, all she does is come home and then go to sl**p. This is the latest in a long time that she's actually stayed up with us," I stated.

"Give her time," Mandy said not sounding all that sure about it herself. "She'll come around...eventually. But she can't do it all by herself either," she added. "Which is also why I'm glad you decided to move back home, she needs you more than ever now," Mandy said sounding far more mature in her years than she ever had. "And not that you're dad or anything like that, but I think mom needs to feel the strength and support of having a man around the house...and you're certainly that," she grinned, making the one and only directed comment all evening about me.

I might not have been as close to mom as Mandy was, but Mandy and I had also been fairly close growing up through the years, so candidly discussing some of the things we had talked about in the past wasn't entirely out of the norm for us either. Even though it had been a while since we'd discussed or shared anything too intimate or sexual in nature. Because of that, I didn't feel too awkward in speaking with her about it. The fact that I took note of Mandy only wearing a man's white tee shirt and pair of panties, something she quite naturally wore around the house late in the evening, had given me rise quite unexpectedly. Like I said, my s****r had grown up a lot more in the space of a year than I'd imagined she would. Her slightly fuller breasts, braless beneath the tee shirt stood out quite prominently, her hard-pressed nipples poking out and against it.

"I can't believe you and mom actually sat and discussed me jerking off," I said matter of factly, but letting her know in an instant that I knew they had been. "It's not like you don't either you know," I tossed out, though I'd certainly never caught her at it, and was simply fishing here, though trying to put myself on even level ground with her once again as I did.

"Maybe so...but no one's ever caught me doing it either," she said in defense of my accusation. "At least I'm smart enough to close my door! You on the other hand..." she snickered, laughing at her own joke, "God...would I have loved to have seen that...I can only imagine," she continued giggling.


"Oh...so you'd like to have seen me doing that too huh?" I said joking with her not at all being serious, though the look in her face took on a whole other aspect. "Surely s*s...you've seen plenty of other men, or done..."

Mandy interrupted me before I could finish, "I never have," she said almost quietly, shocking me. "Not even once, except for dad," she then added, blushing...but you obviously heard me say that. By the way...where were you anyway?"

"Standing just outside the door," I finally admitted to her.

"So you heard everything then?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I grinned now feeling like I was back on equal footing with her once again, trying to press my advantage in a still teasing way, my intent to make her as embarrassed or as uncomfortable feeling as she'd made me feel earlier. "So...you get off on seeing dad jerk off? And what's up with asking mom if I had a big cock anyway? What's up with that?"

Mandy ignored my first question, but she answered the second, or rather asked it again, putting me on the defensive when she did. "So...do you?" She asked point blank. "Not that I have much to compare it to even if I saw it," she added. "But I am curious now...especially after what mom said. Do you think it is...in comparison to other guys?" she asked honestly curious.

"You can't be serious here!" I retorted trying to laugh it off. "How the hell should I know? I don't run around looking at other guys' pricks either you know!" The problem was, I had to shift in my seat, my erection now giving me fits as I sat there. With the direction this conversation had suddenly gone in, Mandy's nipple's had in fact hardened even more than they'd shown to be earlier, now poking stiff and straight against the thin tightly stretched material of her tee shirt. And not only that, I then noticed that she too had to reposition herself, tucking her legs up and beneath her as she sat on the small little couch. As she did, I saw what looked like to me a small little dark spot forming in the crotch of her panties though she quickly pulled the hem of her shirt down in order to more properly cover herself. As I looked away from her there, back into her eyes again, I knew that she knew, where I'd been looking.

"Chicken," she teased.

"Oh yeah right...get real Mandy," I responded back.

"Chicken," she said again. "Come on Danny...mom saw it."

"Yeah well maybe she did...but not on purpose," I responded back. "Tell you what, next time I jerk off, I'll leave the bathroom door open for you, and then maybe if you're lucky."

"Fine, you do that, and maybe the next time I am...I'll leave my bedroom door open too, and maybe if you're lucky..." As weird as this conversation was beginning to sound, I decided that maybe we'd best end it before it got even stranger, or before I made a move on my own s****r. It had been a while since I'd slept with anyone, and now those old horny feelings were returning, and not just the need for stress relief kind of needs were telling me it was time to end this before anything happened that one of us might actually regret.

"It's late," I said standing up, momentarily forgetting that Mandy might notice my predicament, which she did. "I think maybe it's time to go upstairs to bed," I said regretting I'd said that the moment I had.

"Is that an announcement? Or an invitation?" Mandy asked, which I took as simply a way of her teasing me back without really being serious about it. I skirted her question just as she'd managed to skirt mine earlier.

"I'll check on mom, see if she needs anything before I hit the sack," I stated turning.

"Well, you might want to do something about that before you do," Mandy told me. "As vulnerable as she is at the moment...she might take one look at that and forget who she is," she said smiling, pointedly looking at my crotch. Though admittedly, she did have a point.

"I'll just peek my head in," I told her.

Mandy burst out laughing, "Which one?"

Once again I reached for one of the throw pillows, but Mandy was already up and over the back of the couch before I could throw it at her.

"See you in the morning big b*****r," she said grinning, and then blew me a kiss goodnight before disappearing down the stairs to her room. I shook my head, and then slowly made my way back up the stairs to my room, though as stated, intending to stop by mom's room in order to check on her first before doing so.

I noticed the light was still on underneath her door, though she'd often fallen asl**p with the bedside lamp on before. I took hold of the doorknob intending to just peek in on her when I heard what I thought was the sound of her crying. I hesitated, not wanting to intrude, yet concerned for her just the same. Part of my coming home was in order to be there for her when she needed me, which I decided at that very moment, might just be one of those times. I turned the doorknob, opened the door and stepped in. Just in time to see mom lift her hips up off the bed, the sound I now heard not one of her crying, but groaning out her pleasure as she came. The sight of a bright blue vibrating toy embedded deep inside her pussy as she arched her back freezing me in place.

Now I know how she felt.

My eyes went from my mother's cunt to her face, her eyes were open looking at me as I stood there. And though I know she was as surprised to see me as I was in seeing her, she was so locked in the throes of orgasmic bliss at the moment, that she could no more of jumped up and pretended to be doing otherwise as I'd been able to do when she'd walked in on me. And like her, I was mesmerized at what I was seeing. I could have easily stepped back, and then out of the room but I didn't. Though she let go of the toy she'd been using on herself, it remained inside her as she finally spoke.

"Dan..."

It was my name yes. And I knew that. And I knew she was speaking to me when she said it. But it was the way she said it that initially threw me. And maybe because of that I acted the way that I did. Irrationally perhaps, foolishly, even stupidly, but for a moment I became my father. Don't ask me to explain it, because I can't. I simply walked over to her, her hands coming up towards me as I stood by the side of the bed. I don't even remember undressing myself, but in the next instant I was naked, crawling into bed beside her, reaching down, removing the toy still captured between her legs, and tossing it across the bed away from us. I felt the head of my prick slip between the wet slick opening of her sex, and then slip easily inside her. Mom's hands encircling my back, her pussy coming up to meet me gathering every inch of me inside her as she did.

"Oh...Dan!"

**

It's not like I had a lot of experience. I didn't. I'd only been with two women my entire life, though I'd never heard any complaints either. But what little I did seem to know, appeared to go over rather well as I made love to my own mother. And as we did, at least at that moment, she wasn't, and I think she wasn't seeing me as her son either. We were just two people coming together seeking assurance, love and compassion from one another. The passion and intensity we felt was more cleansing than anything else. Sliding in and out of my mother's cunt was far more intimate a sensation than any I had ever known. Feeling her heat, her softness as she grasped me, milking me, clenching me with the muscles of her cunt was beyond belief. It wasn't long before I felt her tensing up, knew without any doubt she was hovering on the edge once again. I drove into her as deeply as I could, felt her quiver, and then unleashed a torrent of my spunk inside her at the exact instant I felt the inside of her pussy liquefy around me as well.

"Oh Dan! Dan! Yes baby yes...cum in me, fill me, fill me up with your seed, fuck me baby...fuck me!"

I lay there for the longest time just holding her in my arms until she was soundly, and contentedly asl**p. Even then I stayed with her for quite a while, only slipping out of her bed when it neared morning. Quietly I slipped off into my own room, mixed emotions of what I had done bouncing around inside my head. Had it not been for my own exhaustion, I'm not sure I'd have ever gotten to sl**p.

Morning came, and with it the bright sunshine pouring through my open window, waking me. The house was quiet however, even though it was late, late in the morning at least. The fact it was also Saturday should have had the normal sounds of mom as well as Mandy busy at work doing the usual house chores that they did. My own waiting for me outside with the lawn needing to be mowed. I hurriedly dressed and made my way downstairs into the kitchen area, wondering what I might expect to find, and nervously so when doing. To my surprise, I found a note propped up against an empty coffee cup waiting for me.

"Thought I'd let you sl**p in a little, have a cup of coffee, wake up...and then get the lawn mowed for me, Love mom." She'd included a smiley face, which in a strange way was much of a relief to me. I didn't know what to expect, or how she might react this morning after last night, but at least I was confident she didn't hate me because of it.

But that still didn't solve the problem of what I was going to tell my s****r or try to explain to her what had happened, if I even could. But I knew that I had to. I wasn't about to lie to her, or make any attempt at keeping this a secret either. Though I also decided a lot of that would be up to mom. Most likely, that was a onetime thing...something that would never, ever happen again anyway. And if mom were more inclined to let it go at that, and never speak or mention it again, then I'd do that as well. And in that case perhaps, there was no reason why Mandy should ever know what we'd done.

I realized then that the two of them were no doubt down in the basement doing the laundry. Something mom always busied herself with every Saturday. Not only did she wash and fold all the clothes, she ironed them too, even though the rest of us always found that unnecessary as we either did it ourselves, or bought clothes that really didn't need any ironing. In a way, it was therapy perhaps for her to do so.

I soon finished my coffee and then headed outside to have a look at the mower, check it out, and then do the yard. As I passed by the tool shed, I glanced over at the side of the house saw the downstairs window light was on, and knew that's where in all likelihood the two of them were, busily folding clothes or some such. I stooped over peering in, figuring if nothing else when they saw me, to wave and let them know I was up and about. Once again I had another surprise waiting for me when I did that.

Mom was indeed ironing...all she had on was a robe, though it was open at the time, and I could see that she was obviously naked beneath it. I then watched as Mandy came walking into the room with a bundle of recently dried clothing which she sat down on the table and proceeded to sort out into piles to be folded, or ironed depending upon how mom seemed fit. Mandy wore only the briefest of panties, her pert young boobs fully showing as she leaned over the table and began rummaging through things. This was honestly the first time I had ever seen my s****r's exposed breasts before, and I could only stand there and stare at them, not to mention having another look at my own mother as she likewise stood, her robe opening from time to time as she ironed. I was glad that no one else could have possibly seen me, or they'd have thought me to be a Peeping Tom, which I was. Laying flat on the ground, just barely poking my head up enough to see into the window, I lay there spying on the two of them listening to their conversation as I did so since the window was partially open.

At first it was pretty mundane, Mandy asking mom which clothes were ok to simply fold, and which one's she insisted on being ironed. As nice as it was for me to be looking at the two of them, I nearly got up in order to begin mowing the lawn. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse for myself, getting caught her spying on the two of them. But that's when I saw mom put the iron down and turn towards my s****r.

"By the way, thought you should know, I slept with Dan."

I felt glued to the ground, unable to move, to breath, waiting for the bombs to go off.

"So...you took my advice then?"

"What?" I said to myself as I lay there. "What the hell she'd just say?"

"I did...and you were right, I needed that, needed it more than I realized I really did. I just hope your b*****r doesn't hate me for it because I did." Mandy laughed.

"Oh I'm pretty sure that's not something you need to worry about," Mandy told her. "If anything, he's probably worried about whatever it is your thinking knowing him. Though I don't mind telling you, I'm a bit jealous of you myself. I tried seducing him myself, a little anyway, but he never really picked up on it, or he was too shy to act on it, either one. But it was only fair that you slept with him first anyway. Now...I just need to find some way of convincing him to do the same with me."

You could have knocked me over with a feather, though I was already lying down, and felt too damn weak in the knees to even stand up if I'd been able to. It was obvious they'd discussed this, and more importantly, it was evident that my own s****r wanted to sl**p with me as well! If I'd been confused before, I was even more so now. Not that the thought of that didn't intrigue me, it's just not something I had ever considered doing before, let alone act on it. But the biggest surprise of the day was yet to come.

I then watched as mom opened her arms, Mandy stepping into them giving mom an affectionate hug. Ok, nothing out of the norm there, just mother and daughter being affectionate, even if they were both damn near nude while they were.

"Like I said, you were right about me needing that," Mom said once again, "But...you were also there for me when I needed you two. And though I never expected anything like that to happen, nor had I ever considered the possibility of enjoying the pleasures of another woman, especially my very own daughter, I'm just as equally glad that that happened too," she now said. I watched in total disbelief as my mom and s****r kissed. Kissing not as f****y, but as lovers would, deeply and passionately. At the same time, seeing my s****r's hands come up, grasping my mother's slightly larger, but equally soft breasts. Mom's too then came up to cup and fondle my s****rs as the two of them continued to stand there kissing one another, fondling one another's tits. I simply couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing.

It was about that time that I saw my s****r suddenly drop to her knees in front of mom, though she had disappeared from my sight in doing so. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand what was happening however, especially by the look on moms face as she reached over to hold onto the ironing board with one hand in order to steady herself. Her eyes now closing, her mouth opening into an oval as she stood there licking her lips.

"Fuck the lawn!" I said standing.

I walked back inside the house and stood there in the kitchen trying to collect myself. Whatever fears, worries or concerns I might have had, suddenly flew right out the window I'd been looking in. I turned and headed down the stairs. Quietly I made my way down the hallway, stopping just outside the open door of the laundry room where they both still were. I took off all my clothes, dropping them into a pile just outside the door. My cock was hard, angry looking and swollen beyond belief. I stepped around the corner of the door, somewhat surprised, and pleased to see my s****r's back facing me, now naked as well as mom was the one down on her knees licking her. I approached as quietly as I could, coming up from behind. I reached around, cupping my s****r's breasts, causing her to jump as I did so.

"Feel good?" I asked kissing her neck, looking down towards mom just as she looked up.

"Well, I guess that takes care of that little problem now doesn't it?" she said smiling, and then went right back to licking my s****r's quim.

Mandy giggled, allowed herself to breathe a sigh of relief, and then reached down, finding my stiff hard cock which was pressed against her ass at the moment, fondling it.

"Yep, just as hard and as big as daddy's," she exclaimed without even looking at it.

"Yes it is..." Mom agreed. "And speaking of which...since we're obviously all aware of one another now, maybe we should take this someplace a bit more comfortable than in here?"

I still had one or two questions to ask...but those could wait until later. I soon followed my s****r and mother down the hallway, Mandy's bedroom being closest, and with the biggest bed as well. I collapsed in the middle of it with mom and my s****r on either side, the two of them soon licking, sucking and lapping away happily at my dick together. There was no denying the fact that never in a million years would I have ever thought anything like this to be possible, but here I was. And soon, I'd be fucking one and then the other, over and over again as often as I wanted, and whenever I wanted.

Just watching Mandy as she licked mom's pussy, me fucking her from behind was enough to have me blowing my first load in no time. Watching mom lick my spunk out of my s****r's cunt, with me then fucking her in the exact same position...well, I lasted a bit longer that time, though not much.

Things are indeed different now, I'm glad I came home. But then again so are my mom and my s****r. Moms certainly in a much better frame of mind now, she's even talking about dating again. Some day. But for now, she's content to keep things between the three of us, as am I. As is Mandy.

And to be honest. I'm not sure I'd have it any other way.


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2 years ago
great, erotic and vivid writting.
2 years ago
AWESOME story I loved it very much thanks