The kiss went on for some time when I heard Matt saying, "May I join in Pete?"
Breaking the kiss, Pete mumbled, "Sure Matt, mum won't mind will you mum? Be our guest." I was about to object to that, as I felt that was what I should do, although to be truthful, I didn't really mind at all, when I felt his lips on my neck. He licked and kissed me there for a while, before I felt his mouth moving upwards, across my chin and onto my cheek as near to my lips as he could get with Pete's lips still on mine. I was in a bit of a quandary not being quite sure just what they were doing, what I should do and what was going to happen next. I could feel that Matt's lips were very near to mine when Peter slid his off from mine and were replaced by Matt's and Peter saying, "Yes Matt go on, go for it man." Opening my eyes, just in time to see Matt's face close in on mine, I held his gaze as our lips met. I went to pull away, as again I felt that was what I should do, but I didn't, I left them there and let his lips close onto mine and softly squirm against them in a gentle and, really in the circumstances, quite nice kiss. That, however, was just the start for as his lips writher against mine so Peter started kissing my cheek and the side of my chin and licking his way down my neck to my shoulder and back up again.
Whilst I guess it shouldn't have been, as Peter had been telling me that they wanted to have a threesome with me for a few days now, it came as quite a shock to have the two of them kissing me at the same. A shock, certainly, but also quite a thrill. I know that really it should have been something different to a thrill, but I couldn't help my body reacting that way to what the two early twenty-something men were doing to me. My heart was pounding and my pulses were racing as the realisation that they were both kissing me and the thought of what that might lead to hit home. In the way that all lovers know is a request to open them, Matt's tongue was probing at my lips, which I determined to keep firmly closed. At the same time I felt a hand cupping my breast and squeezing it. Thinking that it would be Peter I didn't react, but then it hit me that it might not be him so opening my eyes I tried to see whose it was, but as the three of us were all bundled together it was impossible to tell. However, I could feel and work out that his left arm, the one nearer Matt, was around my shoulders and his other, the one against the back of the sofa, was around my waist and I worked out that he didn't have a spare hand to be doing the rather lovely things that were being done to my breast so, I concluded, that it had to be Matt.
As I was still sceptical about having the threesome I really didn't know what to do. Not only had I never done anything as sexually deviant as that, with my mind conveniently putting to one side the rather more deviant incestuous affair I was having with Peter, but also I had no idea how it would work, whether I really wanted to have sex with Matt and just what it would do to my relationship with Peter.
Having all those considerations rushing through my mind at the same time, quite naturally, both confused me and made me hesitant. Later in retrospect, after talking at some length to Peter, we agreed that had I stopped Matt at that stage then they would probably have called it a day and given up the idea of getting me into a threesome. But I didn't stop him, I did nothing to indicate, either my displeasure at him groping my tits, or my agreement for him to carry on. Like the wimp I can be in some circumstances, particularly sexual ones I just let him carry on and, as the saying goes, 'I laid back and enjoyed it!'
Quite naturally, I suppose, Matt took that as my agreement and I felt his hand fumbling at the pink blouse and slipping inside right onto the bare skin of my right breast above my bra. That made me jump and a little grunt or moan slip out of my mouth making my lips part that Matt took as an invitation to slip his tongue into my mouth. Whilst that was not my intention at all, the feel of his tongue pressing on mine and rubbing against the roof of my mouth at the same as which he cupped my boob with some of his hand on my bra and the rest on the bare flesh above it, sent waves of lovely sensations through my entire body.
Then, without exchanging a word, Matt's mouth moved away from mine to be quickly replaced by Peter's who immediately slid his tongue deep into my mouth and we squirmed our lips together. It really was wonderful and was made even more so when I felt the buttons on my blouse being fumbled open and hands going inside it right onto my boobs. Then, after what was no more than a cursory stroking of them through the bra they slid inside that, caressed the bare flesh and gently pinched both my nipples. Of course having my breasts fondled excited me and sent more shivers through my entire body, but what made it even more exciting was that I had no idea who was doing it and whether it was one or both of them. I struggled in Peter's embrace trying to see, but that wasn't possible so I gave up and just let the pair of them get on with kissing me and fondling my tits. The realisation that it could, and probably was, the two of them both fondling and kissing me was almost mind blowingly arousing That became even more so when one or both of them slid the silky top off my shoulders and tried getting it down my arms and back, but, of course, it got caught, so I sat up, they both moved away a little and we looked at each other. Peter was the first to speak.
Looking a bit sheepish, though excited, he muttered almost apologetically, "Alright mum?"
For some reason that's probably quite psychological, the use of the word mum as the two of them were removing my top after kissing me and fondling my boobs for quite some time, sounded really strange and out of place and it nearly made me giggle. I didn't, though, and replied completely innocently, "What do you mean?"
"This, what we're doing, what we've done so far is it ok?"
"Peter you know full well my views on this, I've told you several times."
Matt chipped in with, "So you did discuss us then Pete?"
"Yes mum and I talked about it, I told you," Peter replied.
"Oh yes, you told me," Matt said as he looked me up and down with his gaze focusing on my breasts in the skimpy, see-through bra, "That there was an attraction," which made me look at him and hold his gaze as he went on, "And that she would go on a date with me and er, um she'd let me.............," he left hanging, as they talked almost as if I wasn't there.
"It wasn't quite as straightforward as that," I blurted looking daggers at Peter who avoided me looking into my eyes.
"No, maybe not, but you did say you'd date him, that didn't you?"
"Well in a way yes but you're taking it out of context," I told him almost cringing with embarrassment at hearing Peter telling Matt how I said I was attracted to him.
"Mum," Peter went on, "It wasn't out of context, all you said was you wouldn't want others to know you're seeing a young guy" and then turning to Matt, he continued, "See Matt just as I told you."
