Many thanks, once again, to tangentjoker for editing this story.
This story is about an incestuous relationship. All the characters are over 18.
To better understand this story you may want to read the previous chapters.
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When I got home Friday evening, Mother met me with a tight hug. She was still in her work clothes. A conservative suit with a high collared blouse, nylons and moderate heels. The suit was well fitted and it showed her ass beautifully. Even the low heels did nice things for her nylon sheathed legs. My mother was slightly overweight, but it made no difference to me. I loved her and we were lovers.
Mother led me to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Getting one for herself, we sat at the table talking. We got to the point quickly: Aunt Janet.
"I'm very nervous," my mother said. "I don't know what I want, I don't know what Janet wants." She hesitated. "I don't even know what you want."
"I want your happiness, Mother," was my reply, but I added, "The idea of you with Aunt Janet does not upset me at all. The idea of you with another man would devastate me. I like Aunt Janet. In fact, I like both your sisters. I think they are attractive and intelligent women. I can understand the attraction Aunt Janet, or even Aunt Edith might have for you."
"Janet is the only woman I have ever thought about that way," my mother said. "I keep coming back to the question of how she feels. Up until now, I haven't thought about Edith."
I held her hand and said, "I'll be with you, Mother."
Mother served us a very good stew for dinner. She told me she had made it the day before. Mother could be a good cook when she wanted to be.
We sat, with after dinner coffee, talking. We soon got around to her sister, Janet, again.
"I love my sister," Mother said. "I won't do anything to hurt her. On the other hand, I don't want to feel like I could have helped and didn't." Mother paused thoughtfully. "I don't know what she wants. I don't know if she knows what she wants. I'm starting to repeat myself."
"You mean she is trying to find her way?" I asked.
"Yes," mother replied. "Don't forget what I told you about the lustful thoughts I had about her. Maybe I'm trying to find my way, too. I need to tell you more about those fantasies, David. You were in them." Mother hesitated. She looked at me with an unreadable expression. "You were the man in the threesome. The one that made me so hot. Not the video, the one in my mind." She hesitated again. "David you are my lover, I don't want to share you but I'm asking you to share me. It's all so confusing. If Janet wasn't my sister I wouldn't even consider the idea."
"Mother," I said as I put my hand over hers. "Are you reading too much into what Janet said?"
"That's one of the things I'm afraid of," Mother replied.
"I guess we'll have to play it by ear," I told her. "Remember, it's not too late to drop the whole idea."
"I've been reading stories," Mother said. "There are quite a few about a man with two women. A few of them are quite good. If I hadn't been waiting for you to come home, I would have got my toy out." She laughed then.
We went to the computer so my mother could show me some of the stories she found. One was about a situation similar to the one we found ourselves in. We started reading it together. I soon felt my dick getting hard. My mother noticed it. She caressed it through my pants.
She whispered in my ear, "Open your pants. Set it free."
I laughed at her remark, opening my belt and pants. I pushed them down and off. Mother stroked me softly. "I don't want you to cum yet," she told me, speaking softly in my ear.
About half way through the story, my mother turned to me, asking seriously, "David, I think I know but I would like to hear it from you. Do you want to make love to my sister, Janet?"
"I can be truthful about that, Mother. No, I don't." After a pause I added, "That's the wrong question."
Mother thought and said, "Maybe it is. What should I have asked?"
"Do I want to make love to you and Janet together?" I thought then added, "Even that isn't quite right. I want to make love to you. If you are loving Janet then she is part of you. Does it make any sense at all?"
"I think it does." Mother said.
"I need to be completely honest with you," I told her. "You already know watching two women making love is exciting to me. Just as watching a women masturbate is something I find erotic." I looked at her. "The idea of you and Aunt Janet making love is ten times, a hundred times more exciting. You must remember I am biased. You shouldn't base your actions on what I say."
"I'll remember, David," she said, "but I'm not sure it will make a difference."
She stroked my cock then, jerking me off.
"I know you are horny, David, but I want you for more than a few minutes when I get you."
We forgot the story as my mother stroked me to a climax. She licked her lips as my cum flowed over her fist. She bent over to lick my cock clean as it softened.
We went to bed soon after that. Mother wore the red nightgown she had bought years ago, to wear for my father. She had not removed her nylon stockings. She had dabbed on a little of her perfume for me. She looked lovely, she smelled beautiful.
She snuggled up to me. We held each other tight. I loved her very much, just then. Our lovemaking was slow and gentle. I caressed her tits. She popped them out of her nightgown so I could suck them. She held my head as I did. I felt her snatch, my hand covering it. I felt the juices flowing from her. My finger slid easily into her, to her clit. She responded with a lift of her butt giving a small gasp when my finger found her g-spot.
"I want you on top," she whispered to me. "Make love to me."
My mother guided my manhood through the lips of her pussy. Then her hands were on the cheeks of my ass, urging me, pushing me and wanting my cock deep in her. She held me then, tightly. Her legs looped over mine, her nylons rubbing sensuously on my flesh. I thrust into her. She raised her butt to take me deep.
Moaning and quivering she came, thrusting into me, pushing me into herself with her legs; devouring me with wet kisses.
She told me over and again, "I love you."
I fucked her slowly, deeply, my cock rock hard with lust. I was overjoyed to watch her. To experience her orgasmic pleasure, her pussy contracted on my manhood as if milking it. I exploded into her belly, my cum flowing into her welcoming cunt. She held me on top of her, not letting me go.
"I want you forever, always, forever," she whispered to me.
I held her and petted her. I felt very tender towards her. She held me, too, raining kisses on me.
We had coffee in the morning, followed by a light breakfast and then showered together. I held Mother tightly as water cascaded over us. She held me just as tightly when I sat on the bench, sucking her tits.
We dried each other and dressed. I was ready well before Mother. I went to the living room to wait. Mother wore a very pretty print skirt with a low cut, pale blue blouse.
"I was nervous about today," my mother said, "but you helped me get over a lot of it."
"Maybe Aunt Janet is just as nervous as you," I told her. "Don't forget you are both trying to decide what you want."
Just before we left the house, Mother hugged me saying, "Thank you for loving me."
The ride to Aunt Janet's house was uneventful. When we were pulling into the driveway, Mother told me, "If I squeeze your leg, look for an excuse to leave us alone for a few minutes."