Mother's breathing was labored and somewhat erratic as soft moans trickled from her lips. I could see that she was lost in her own erotic world as she spread her thighs and reached down with her hand and, moving my hand to the side, began fondling her clitoris with more urgency. I looked down at her cunt to watch the powerfully erotic sight as I continued finger-fucking my own mother. With an obvious sense of urgency, her breathing and moans became stronger. "That feels so good baby...do it harder I'm getting close...harder! Oh my god! That feels so good to have your fingers inside me! Fuck me my beautiful son!"
I was glad that she wasn't touching my super-sensitive cock at that moment because I was so close to cuming that even with the slightest touch, I wouldn't have been able to stop from ejaculating my cum on myself and I didn't want to waste it.
I was finger-fucking her vagina with rapid strokes that went into her hard and as deep as I could. Her body was arching and twisting slightly as her powerful orgasm was building deep inside her. Her pussy lips and vulva were flooded with her own pre-fuck lubrication and without really thinking about it I let my little finger move down and I inserted it into her tight anus. I was finger-fucking her vagina and anus at the same time and mother cried out for me to fuck her with my hand as hard as I could. I roughly slammed my fingers in and out of my mother's two holes as she bucked her body up toward me. She was moaning and whispering erotic words I could barely understand as the urgency of another orgasm built inside of her. Her body strained as she cried out with a low whimper that let me know that she was losing any control of the orgasm inside her. There was nothing she could do but give in to it and, like always...letting the pleasure consume her.
I simply kept going as hard as I could until her body went rigid for a moment. She pulled her knees up to her chest. Her whimpering had turned to loud cries that seemed to fill the garden as her body continued to convulse with wave after wave of strong, indescribable pleasure. In college I'd had sex with several girls as they had an orgasm. It was much different than being with an aroused sexual, mature woman as she becomes vulnerable—vulnerable at the moment of her orgasmic peak.
I remained seated on the edge of her lounge chair looking at her as she came down from her strong orgasm before I slowly pulled my fingers from her vagina and anus. It actually caused another small orgasmic wave to sweep through her. "Oh my god...oh, my god," she whispered. "That was incredible! What you did with your finger in my anus—my god, that was the best orgasm I've ever had! How did you know?" She asked softly." I just smiled...I had no answer, it just seemed the right thing to do at the moment.
We lay together and continued to enjoy the warm sunlight feeling each other's bodies, holding each other—often we fondled each other. We had immersed ourselves in our shared sexual pleasure, needs and desires. I couldn't ever remember feeling as contented as I felt at that moment. Our legs were entwined; our chests pressed tightly together as we lay there together.
Mother sucked my cock several times but each time I made her stop before I came. As difficult as that was, I wanted to wait to fuck her a little later—just the thought of giving her a full load of my creamy cum was almost more than I could stand.
During the day she asked me a couple of times if I was sure I'd be ok having sex with her and her parents. "Would it bother you to actually see your mother getting fucked by your grandfather...or your grandfather fucking my mother?" She asked me once. I answered her question honestly. "No." I assured her, "I would love it. I admitted that just the idea was a real turn-on for me. I told her that sometimes I actually fantasized about having sex with my grandmother as I masturbated.
Mother reached over and fondled my hard cock for several minutes before she got up and went into the house. She was gone for a short while and when she came back she carried two glasses of wine. She handed me my glass and sat on the lounge facing me. She gave me a mischievous look and said, "While I was in the house I called your grandparents and they're coming over a little later." She looked at me to see my reaction. "I didn't mention anything about us, they're just expecting a friendly family visit," she added with a broad smile.
"I guess this means that we'll have to get dressed before they get here," I said disappointedly.
"We'll just have to see what happens," she said rather coyly. "If thing happen the way I hope it will, none of us will be dressed for very long."