This story is a follow up to my stories called "Making Mommy Mine" and "Daddy's New Girl." This story can stand alone, but for background information (and a good read), check them out! In those stories, I recount the true story of how I developed a sexual relationship with both of my parents, separately, after their divorce when I was 18. I chose to move and live with my father after the divorce, and now, he and I have an extremely close relationship and have sex on an almost daily basis. He and I live as husband-and-wife in many aspects. My mother and I see less of each other, but we have had a few threesomes and have had sex alone many times. My parents divorce was due to financial issues, but they have both remained amicable and were aware of the relationship I had with both of them. My ultimate fantasy was to have the 3 of us have a sexual relationship together, and recently, it finally happened. This is how it went down:
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," my father said as we walked into the lobby of our favorite restaurant. We were there to meet my mother for dinner. It was the first time my parents would be seeing each other in over 6 months.
"Are you excited?" I asked as I leaned in to kiss him softly. My father is 45, but looks very good for his age. We often get stares in public for the difference in age, but no one around here knows the truth about us.
"Very. I haven't seen Val in so long, I can't wait" he replied. Just then we saw my mother walking through the doors. She looked radiant, dressed in a knee-length black dress with a sharp V-Neck that revealed her ample cleavage. Her blonde hair was down and flowing across her shoulders. She smiled when she saw us, and walked over to where we were standing excitedly.
"Hi, baby" she said to me, giving me a quick peck.
"Ow Ow, look at you, sexy mama!" I said with a laugh. "We're so excited to see you."
"Val, you look great" my father said, staring my mother up and down.
"Thank you, John. As do you," my mother said coyly.
The waiter came and walked us to our table. We sat down and ordered, and then began to make small talk.
"So, John, Kelsie tells me you decided to take a new job. How is that going?" my mother asked.
"It's great," he said. "It definitely keeps me busy."
"Not too busy, though, it sounds like" she said with a laugh and a nod at my father and I, alluding to our sexual rendezvous I had told her about. When I first revealed to my mother that my dad and I were having sex on a regular basis, she had trouble coming to terms with it. In time, though, she began to realize how truly in love we were and opened up to, and even embraced the idea. I had always had a special connection with my father, and we had both had taboo feelings for one another for as long as we could remember.
The waiter brought us our meals and we ate and had light-hearted conversation throughout the meal. The conversation eventually turned to sex, when my father asked my mom about her relationships after the divorce.
"I've seen a few people, but nothing serious" she said. "Recently I've just been having fun with Kels, that's about the extent of my excitement these days" she laughed.
"That's such a shame," he said. "I certainly hope to change that."
I was seated between both of my parents, and they were across from each other. I could feel the sexual tension mounting, and a few times, I caught them playing footsie under the table.
"Are you guys ready to get out of here?" I asked.
"Definitely," my mother said with a smile. My father took care of the bill and we got into our car to head back to the house, with my mother following behind us.
"Didn't mom look smokin'?!" I asked my dad.
"She looked incredible. I could hardly keep my eyes focused on hers, or my hands and feet to myself," he said.
