Working The Kink Out

When l was nineteen and soon off to college, my mom all but smothered me. I get it; soon, I will be gone for months. Who knows what will happen when my schooling is over? Although I didn't hate home or where I lived, I wasn't opposed to something or somewhere else.

Mom and I had spent most of the day together; I shouldn't bitch because she spent lots of money on me. But then again, I also wished to do things before I left. So when Mom drove up someone's driveway, it was to my disappointment. "Mom, I don't want to sit around with you and one of your lady friends."

Mom explained how that wasn't what it was, and reluctantly, I followed her to the front door to trust her. A younger couple, somewhere between Mom and my age, quickly answered her knock. They asked for my Dad, and Mom promptly told them he was out of town. And then she introduced me as her daughter.

They looked me up and down and asked if they were servicing us today. Mom quickly said just me and added how she would like Eric to do it. It seemed like everyone was in the know besides me, wondering what service exactly meant.

Before l could get any answers, Eric grabbed my hand and led me to the rear of the house. What was typically a bedroom contained a massage table and a few other things to aid in such. Eric instructed me to go behind the shade and undress and how there was a towel waiting if l wished it. I attempted to rebuke his offer, but he said how he knew my mother and that she set, so to go along and he would make it as quick and easy as he could. I guess he did know her, and well, in agreeance, I stepped behind the shade to strip down to my panties and bra. Returning with the towel wrapped tightly around me.

Eric started at my feet, and it felt terrific; we had walked miles that day, and l didn't know how bad my feet felt until I saw how they could feel better. Because of that, l didn't argue when Eric loosened the towel so he could gain access to my lower legs; that felt great, too, and he was quickly winning me over. I wasn't a virgin, and maybe it was because it was his job, but sureness in his hands was quite the change of the fumble and bumble l was used to with guys my age.

Now, with the towel just draped over me, when Eric moved to my thighs, l immediately covered the front of my tiny panties with my hand. I wasn't sure exactly when it happened, but at one point, l found myself rubbing my pussy to the delight of his hands elsewhere. Nor was l sure when or where the towel went, but there l lay with only square inches of cloth between me and nakedness. I sold myself how it wasn't much different than if l was in my swimsuit, which made it easier to continue.

Eric brushed away my hand multiple times, but they always seemed to find their way back; then, at some point, my hand was under the material of my panties. I felt the tug at my panties, and I did nothing to stop it, or when Eric placed his hand on top of mine, together rubbing my wet pussy. Then Eric removed my hand, setting it to my side and saying how it was his job before returning to my delighted box. Thankfully, l had shaved that morning, and Eric noticed, remarking how my Mom and l must have the same barber. I'm sure that was for comic relief, but l took it differently. Does Eric touch my Mom like this, and does my Dad know?

I guess someone could take that information in a few ways, but for me, it was to massage my breasts over the fabric of my bra. l welcomed when Eric slipped two fingers inside of me. Then he similarly pulled at my bean as l stretched out both of my nipples. I came to the attention of our hands upon me, but that did little to stop Eric; it was just the beginning.

He poured a good amount of oil on my chest; my hands passed with great ease, bumping over my erect nipples. Eric slipped his hand down the crease between my legs over and over again, and with each pass, my heart pounded harder and harder. Then l felt him linger at my pink exit, wanting it; l pushed downward, impaling myself on his digit. With one hand, he fucked both of my holes while the other hand waved rapidly over my engorged clit.

I expected my Mom to break in at any moment to my screams, yet that never happened. Instead, after coming ten times, l used the towel to wipe me, and then l half-hazard rushed to get dressed.

Mom's eyes quickly found mine. "So, how was it?" I had no intention of having that conversation, so l just shrugged my shoulders and walked past my Mom heading for the way out. We got halfway to the door when Lynn, Eric's wife said. "You forgot these." On her finger was my tiny, oil and cum soaked panties. I rushed to retrieve them with as little fanfare as possible.

I could hardly look at my Mom on our way home, fearing she knew what had happened earlier. When l did, primarily because of an odd sound that caught my attention, it was my Mom sniffing my panties, which she wormed out of my purse while l wasn't looking. "So, you enjoyed it, I'm figuring," Mom said with no discernible reaction on her face.

"Yeah, l guess so." l squeaked out. Then, after a pause, "You and Dad go there?"

"Absolutely," Mom said with no hesitation. Then she elaborated that it is mostly her as Dad is out of town so much. "And Dad knows." l asked.

That straw broke the camel's back, and l learned more about my parents in those next twenty minutes than l had in nearly twenty years. l had no idea that my parents were in an open marriage, let alone bisexuals.

And this was the reason behind the whole thing: Mom didn't want me venturing into the great big world without a better understanding of things. It's not about them, but not to be deceived by saying "normal." Love and sex can work hand in hand, but each can stand alone, and although she can't recommend love without sex, sex without love can be very rewarding at times.

I guess such was bred into me if l knew it, as it made perfect sense, and l saw no evil in it. The bad thing comes from if there is a lie at its base; upfront and honest, it passes the test when all agree. That stuck with me over the years, but before l left for college, l had one request that Mom was happy to fulfill.

Two days later, before l left, we returned to get a massage. But this time, it was for both Mom and l and Lynn. That was the first time l saw my Mom naked, less an accidental bathroom door opening at the wrong time. Although she was twenty-plus years older than l, her body didn't show it. The only thing that gave away her age was the large mound of hair above her clitty; below was shaved clean. Where l groomed me free of hair, less a thin landing strip running straight up from my bean.

Mom got on the table first, and watching Lynn's hands roaming freely over my Mom's body affected me. Lynn was in good shape, too, with narrow hips, not having bared a child yet. So there was a little struggle and no attempt to stop me as l slowly dragged her scrubs down her long legs. She stepped out from them, and then she shook her ass, like a "come and get it."

As she explored my Mom's pussy, l did hers. The loud moans drew Eric in, who stood off and watched as we went at it. Then when Lynn leaned down to eat mom's pussy, l couldn't pass up her luscious ass. I lashed my tongue at both of her holes, her moans fueling me. Whatever l lacked in experience, l made up in eagerness, and l was soon rewarded with her first of many orgasms, which l happily drank down. I had experimented with a girlfriend a couple of times but never like this; fear was out the window, as were any inhibitions. I fingered her pussy and didn't,t ask for permission when l sank one in her ass, fucking both her holes to bring her second climax and, this time, squirting too.

l could. Mom was close also, so l backed off a bit; Eric had his cock in hand, so I offered my warm mouth instead. He was bigger than what l have sucked upon, but l still managed to take him balls deep without losing breakfast.

When l took a moment and looked back, l found Mom and Lynn locked in the 69 position; honestly, it was pretty beautiful. But that moment was quickly broken up by Eric scooping me up and taking me into another room. It was similar to another massage table, and l was laid on top. He found a willing partner when he raised my knees to gain access to my dripping pussy. I quickly came to the attention he gave me with his talented tongue and those great fingers of his.

It was bliss, but somehow l got out a hopeful. "Fuck me." It might have all been a day of firsts for me, but it was indeed one best after another and what my Mom was after all along. It must have been my screaming orgasms that brought the other to our room. Mom watched on with a grin ear to ear, and Lynn fed me her breasts as her hubby continued to pound my delighted pussy. The doorbell rang, and our time ran into the next appointment. Mom and l scrambled to get dressed, and we snuck out the back to the pleasing moans to god knows who.

I left for college, perhaps more reluctant than l would have been a week earlier. Mom and l were never closer, and we both counted the days until my holiday vacation and returned home. An appointment for all three of us is set; this should be interesting. And it was!