When she had herself back under control, at least to the point of not bawling, I gave one final pat on her ass and said, “good girl, now grab me a Coke please.”
She stood, a bit unsteadily, and walked, also a bit unsteadily, to the kitchen.
“Make it a beer,” I called after her.
I had been focused so tightly on Lee and her ass that I was surprised when I looked up and realized that mom was masturbating. She stopped when our eyes met, and I said, “oh no, don’t stop.”
I watched her as Lee brought my beer and stood beside me with it.
So we watched together as mom finished with a soft cry. That was the first time I ever saw her cumface, that strange rictus of pleasure and pain chasing each other across her face as her mouth was open wide in a silent scream of release.
I stood, feeling my oats I suppose, suffused with the new power I was feeling, and held out my hands.
“It’s a big bed,” I said, smiling, feeling that power in my erection, “let’s try it out.”
That first weekend of my new life was an orgy.
I had Lee first, with my mother laying beside us. She was different from mom, none of that perfect match. Rather, when I took her she was loose and sloppy, with almost no friction until she squeezed with an amazingly strong set of vaginal muscles. Mom was drinking and smoking and masturbating again as I took what I wanted, slowly, making it linger, enjoying Lee and enjoying being watched as I had her.
I kissed her, a snot-slick, salty kiss from the way she had been crying. I laid back and took mom’s cigarette, inhaling, coughing, and getting that nicotine rush that would be my constant companion for the next 35 years.
I relaxed, wallowing in the power I was feeling. And I was FULL of power. The two women in my life were lightly tickling my body.
We laid like that for a few minutes before I felt mom start kissing down my body. I was soft. Hell, I was 18 but not superman. But when she took me into her mouth, sucking gently, my body responded and she brought me erect.
When she swung her leg over and impaled herself, cowgirl style, there was the perfect match again. The perfect merging of our bodies.
She grinned at Lee and said, “show him what else we like.”
I was surprised when Lee climbed around until her pussy was right over my face. It was dripping my semen as she slowly lowered herself.
And it seemed natural, somehow, to open my mouth and accept as she settled onto my face. The taste of my semen was salty and oily, and it mixed with her taste. I was instantly addicted and my tongue seemed like an independent thing, probing, tasting, seeking more.
Mom was rocking her hips, her coarse public hair scratchy against me. Lee started too, matching mom’s rhythm, that thick curly hair soft against my face. When I started to reach up, Lee adjusted her position, trapping my wrists under her knees. I tried to yell. That hurt. But I was unable to move. Well, except for the pain in my wrists, I didn’t want to move.
Lee came, suddenly, and it felt like I was being waterboarded. Her release filled my mouth until it overflowed, and when I tried to cough I felt it suddenly running out my nose.
I felt the tension leave her and she settled onto me.
I couldn’t breathe.
Mom’s rhythm was speeding up, I could feel the tension building.
I couldn’t breathe.
Lee’s body was almost limp she was so relaxed.
I was starting to panic, well, my body was starting to panic, from lack of oxygen. I started thrashing around, trying to get a breath.
That’s when I felt mom cum and I was right there with her.
Jesus, it felt like my whole body was running out of my cock. It wasn’t an ejaculation like any I had experienced before. There were none of the hard muscular contractions to pump my seed deep into a woman’s womb. I was flowing, not pumping, like that instant when an ejaculation starts.
And it kept going.
Right up until I lost consciousness.
I woke, well, maybe the better description would be, “I came too,” to the feeling of fingertips tickling me.
“Thank you, baby,” mom said, kissing me softly as Lee’s fingers tickled.
I drew breath to say something like, “no, thank you,” but Lee’s mouth covered mine.
When she broke the kiss mom covered my mouth with hers. This time Lee pinched my nose shut. When I breathed in mom breathed out and when I breathed out, mom breathed in.
We shared that breath until the oxygen was used up.
When mom broke the kiss, gasping a deep breath, Lee took over, her mouth covering mine, and we shared her breath until, again, the oxygen was used up.
“Now THAT,” mom said, and the smile on her face was different than any look on her face I had ever seen before, “is intimacy.”
She giggled softly and said, “Lee, honey, get my son a beer please.”
As we watched her leave the bedroom, her pretty ass swinging nicely, mom turned to me and caught my face between her palms, her eyes locked on mine.
“Well, Man of the House,” she said, and her intonation made the capitalization obvious, “what is your decision? May Lee stay?”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah,” I said.