Sorry guys,
Somehow we screwed up the posting of this and you got part 7 twice. Here's the correct and final part of the story.
Love,
Jayne x.
Still with my dick in my hand that I'd pressed against my mum's left boob to rub my semen into it, I just about managed to get under the sheet before Emily came right into the room.
"What the hell Emily?" mum cried out grabbing her side of the sheet that was bundled around her knees and pulling it up around her.
"Oh my God, what lovely things are going on here," Emily said smiling as she came into the room.
"Nothing, nothing at all, Peter just popped in to say good night," mum blurted out sounding as guilty as hell even to me so God knows what Emily was thinking.
With a small laugh Emily replied nodding at the sheet, "It's a bit late for that Jay and, in any case, I've seen it all haven't I, it's our young superstud who should be covering up you know." That made me realise that all of my right side was uncovered and Emily would see that I was naked. 'Oh fuck it,' I thought to myself realising that mum and I had been caught out especially when Emily went on with, "Does he usually come in and say good night in the buff Jay and join you in the bed?"
I couldn't think how the hell mum was going to talk her way out of this so I kept quiet with my fingers crossed and tried to avoid ogling Emily. She looked fantastic and I could hardly believe that such a short time after the sex with mum, albeit a blow job and not a fuck, I was imagining being with her. But then, I realised, I had been fantasising about that all the time we'd been with her at her house in Marbella and at my age three performances in an hour or so was, according to the lad's pub talk, about par for the course.
She was wearing a blue and yellow patterned silky skirt that, was probably in most settings too short for a woman of her age but then, I rationalised, this was Marbella. It was low at the waist, so it revealed her flat stomach and lower chest and the hem could not have been more than six to nine inches beneath the level of the crotch of her panties. On her feet, I could make out in the dimmish light, she was wearing dark, probably black or maybe dark blue, sandals that had straps around her ankles and at least four-inch heels with her scarlet painted toe nails very prominent. Her long, shapely, tanned legs were, of course bare.
On top she was wearing what I guess was a blouse but it had no sleeves so all of both of her slender, tanned arms were on show. It was also pale blue and yellow and had deep armholes the bottoms of which must have been six inches or so down from her armpits. I guess it had some buttons or something at the low front because it gaped a bit but I couldn't make out just what and where they were. The whole garment was quite loose so whenever she moved it gaped at both the front and sides so she flashed most of her tits. And what a tit show that was!
With mum lying right next to me naked and our legs touching and Emily standing beside the bed I was feeling overwhelmed by the situation and the sheer amount of bare, female flesh on display. As I waited for mum to answer the question Emily had posed about me coming in to say good night, I could hardly get my head around both what had happened earlier with mum's hand fuck and blow job and now with Emily looking at us lying naked in bed. When it came, after what turned into rather a long pause, I was surprised, though quite impressed by it. Mum's delivery was calm and cool and the content was confident and descriptive and said with a smile. "No love, just on special occasions."
"And what's special about tonight then?" she asked looking from mum to me and back again.
"Well two things actually Em."
"And they are?"
"It's our last night on holiday."
"Oh right, big deal then and the second?"
"You were out for the evening and supposedly all night as well.
"Oh right, well that didn't work out so I left him."
"Ah poor chap," mum continued in the assured way she was handling what seemed to me to be a hugely difficult situation.
"Well poor me as well love, I missed out on a lot."
"Someone special was it?" mum asked.
"Not really, more a fuck 'em and leave thing really Jay, you know the sort."
"Actually, no Em, I don't for as you might remember it's all a bit different in London."
"So it seems, as there, obviously, fucking your son's the game is it?" she said with a big grin at me as she sat on the end of the bed between the two pairs of feet.
"No, not at all and in fact, love," mum said rather tersely, "I don't fuck my son."
"No, you're in bed, the pair of you are naked, and you haven't fucked, did you forget a word Jay?" she asked.
"What word?"
"Yet. You've not fucked him yet, was missing, wasn't it?"
I was getting a little pissed off at being just a listener to this conversation between the two incredibly tasty older women in a bedroom and I felt that I should join in so I said. "Look Emily what we do is our business and for your information we have not fucked at all."
It was a good intervention as it opened up the subject that whilst we had sex of a sort we had not fucked and mum told her that she just couldn't go that far. She also went on to say that she was the only person that had any idea that we did anything at all and the only one who knew that we had such strong feelings. "So please love, don't mention this to anyone will you?" she asked