Chapter 1
Emma came into my life quite by chance. I emphasize she came into my life. 
I would never have dared to approach her. First of all she was beautiful. 
Brunette with brown eyes with a dash of green in them a strait nose with a 
few freckles strewn over it close to the cheeks. A wide warm mouth. Small 
breasts, almost not visible under her blouse. Her waist wasn't that narrow 
but clearly outlined and her hips were slim. She was rather tall, reached 
me to just under my shoulders. Secondly I was at least ten years her 
senior. I had admired her since the first day she walked into the office 
and she always seemed to be close to were I was. Of course she wasn't, it 
only felt that way since I never seemed to be able to take my eyes of her. 
As I said she came into my life. One day she stayed behind when all others 
left for the day. I, as I usually did, was to stay another hour or so.
"Hello," I heard her say and I jerk my head in her direction. "I always see 
you stay late."
I could feel myself blush a little.
"Yes. I seems to get more done in an hour or two by myself..."
She approached my drawing table.
"You don't mind, do you?"
"No. No, not at all."
I felt uncomfortable as usual when approached by a woman. I could feel how 
my shirt collar seemed to shrink and start to suffocate me. I repressed an 
impulse to unbutton it, or at least to widen it with a finger or two.
"What do your wife say to all your late evenings?"
"Oh. I'm not married. I was."
"Divorced?"
"No. She died giving birth to my son."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"No. How could you. Anyway it's a long time since..."
"You've got a son? Funny."
"What?"
"Imagining you being a lone father."
"So?"
"No, not being a lone father. I mean I would have imagined, you know, you 
being successful would have had at least remarried. Or was it recently?"
"No. It was, oh my god it was almost thirteen years ago."
She looked at me with her big blue eyes. I imagined I could see an idea 
form in her head.
"And you've never remarried?"
"No. Never seemed to get around to it."
"That's no excuse. It's not good for a man to be alone for so long."
"I've got my son," I objected.
"How old is he? Thirteen, you said?"
"Yes."
"It's not the same as an adult."
"We get along well."
"I don't doubt that. But there are certain things you can't share with a 
teenager."
"Yes. I see what you mean, but..."
"I don't want to embarrass you but I have noticed that you look a lot at 
me."
"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't know it made you feel uncomfortable. I didn't mean 
to embarrass you. It's just..."
"No, I didn't mean to embarrass you either. I like it, sort of. You haven't 
approached me though."
"No. I didn't... I don't think you would..."
"Of course I would have. What exactly do you mean?"
"Oh. Hm. I don't know."
"Are you free tomorrow?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"Want to go to a movie or something with me?"
"Well. I don't know..."
"You don't have to answer now. Take the night. Ask your son if he would 
mind."
"I don't need his approval," I said a little hurt.
"I didn't mean that. I just think you may be a little surprised at his 
answer. Ask him, will you?"
She smiled winked good night and left me alone. I sat at my desk a while 
but didn't seem to get my mind together again so I left early.
I had forgot to ring David and tell him that I was on my way and he was 
delighted to see me so early.
"You didn't call to say you were on the way," he accused me. "I haven't 
started with dinner."
"We can nuke it together," I laughed.
"Nuke it! I put my heart and soul into the dinners!" David scolded in mock 
anger.
We prepared dinner and joked and talked as usual. After dinner we sat in 
the living room and watched TV.
"You know something strange happened to me today," I started.
"Mmm?"
"A woman asked me out for a date."
David looked up. Surprise was written all over his face.
"You?" he asked.
"Yes me. What's so funny about that? Don't you think women finds me 
attractive?"
"Why not? Who will ever know what a woman sees in a man?" he joked.
"She didn't see anything in me, she feels sorry for me."
"Why do you say that?"
"She is to young."
"To young? How old is she?"
"I don't know. Twentyish."
"You sure she didn't ask ME out?"
I pretended to hit him but instead tickled his ribs and soon he shouted his 
surrender.
"Do you think I should go?"
"Yes. I think you should. I've often wondered why you haven't dated before. 
I know you have me and it was hard for you to leave me and all that, but 
now I'm old enough to take care of myself. You go out on your date. When is 
it?"
"Tomorrow."
"She doesn't waste any time does she? She must really be eager or maybe she 
is lusting for your body."
The rest of the evening went more or less the same. David constantly 
teasing me about my date and I trying to ignore him. He really seemed 
delighted at me meeting a woman.
The next day at the office Emma came over to my desk just before lunch.
"Well? How did it go? You got his approval?"
"Yes. If you still want to..."
"Sure I want to, otherwise I wouldn't have asked. Would I?"
"No I guess not. Shall I pick you up?"
"I can pick you up, it's more or less on my way any how."
"Oh, you know where I live?"
"Yes I asked Jessica this morning and she told me it wasn't far from my 
place," she giggled after saying that.
"What?" I asked a little suspicious.
"Oh, nothing, just something she said."
"Who? Jessica?"
"Yes."
"What did she say?"
I again began to feel uncomfortable.
"Nothing special. Just wishing me good luck."
"Good luck?"
"Yes. It seems all the girls here have been asking you out without 
success."
"ME?"
She looked a little surprised at me.
"You didn't know? Didn't notice?"
I thought for a while and still couldn't remember anything special 
happening.
"No. Should I have?"
"I don't know. Shouldn't you?"
I didn't know what to say so I just shook my head.
"I see you at, what? Seven?"
"Seven will be fine. Anything special you want to se or do?"
"No. We can talk about it at your place before we leave."
"OK. See you at seven then."
"Yah."
I was rather nervous while I waited for the clock to turn seven. It was 
more than thirteen years since I've been alone with a woman. Not to mention 
dated one. David tried his best to calm me down by diverting my thoughts by 
telling bad jokes which he never seemed to run out of.
Finally the ringing at the door. My waiting would soon be over. I opened 
and looked into Emma's smiling face.
"Hi. Am I late?"
"Uh? No. No I don't think so," I stammered.
I could see she had a hard time not to laugh at me.
"Well?" she pushed.
"Well? Oh. Do come in."
I took her jacket and showed her in to where David sat. He stood as she 
entered.
"This is my son, David. And supervisor," I added with a smile at both of 
them. 
"David this is Emma."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"So your on your own tonight then? I mean your dad's gone."
"Yaeh. And don't bring him home to early. I've got three videos to see."
"You have? What have you got?"
Before they got into the titles I asked Emma if she would like something to 
drink before we left. She accepted a glass of sherry. When I returned with 
the glasses and the bottle of Bristol Cream they sat in the sofa and 
discussed which of Sean Connery or Roger Moore was the best Bond. I 
understood Emma was for Connery while David was pro-Moore.
We sat and talked and drank some sherry and all of a sudden it was ten 
o'clock.
"Now it's to late for or show or a movie, so what do we do?" I asked Emma.
"Let's stay home and watch a Bond-video. Or just talk. I think it is nice 
as it is."
We did and we had a marvelous evening together and all to soon it was time 
for Emma to leave.
David was delighted by her.
"Can we keep her, dad? Please," he said in a conscious impression of a 
little boy who wanted to keep a stray dog.
I had to laugh and agree.
"Yes. I would like to, but I think it's up to Emma. And I don't want to 
rush her into anything."
I was still worried about the age-difference and of course her beauty. I 
couldn't think of myself as the lucky guy who won this girl.
The next day at the office Emma came to me, looked around and when she saw 
that we were obscured from the rest of the office bent down and gave me a 
quick kiss.
"Thank you for last night," she said.
"It was my pleasure, no mine and my son's. He wants to keep you, you know."
"How nice of him. What about his father? Does he want to keep me to?"
"Oh yes. More than anything."
She bent down and kissed me again. This time a little longer.
"Will we see you tonight?" I asked.
"Yes. At seven?"
"You're welcome to chare our frugal dinner if you like."
"I would like that very much."
"Do you have to go home first or do we go straight home?"
"No. I'll come as I am. Nothing much to do to improve anything now," she 
answered.
"I'll call David and tell him the good news."
When we came in through the door we were met by the smell of cooking.
"Ah," Emma sniffed the air. "Smells good, doesn't it?"
"It's just the smell of it. The taste is usually terrible," I laughed.
The meal was good. David had succeeded and was as proud as a peacock when 
Emma told him so.
From then on it seemed as if Emma was at our place more than at her own. 
David hinted to me frequently that I should propose to her and finally in 
the early spring I did. I was quite surprised when she with tears in her 
eyes accepted my proposal. We decided to get married in June, on Midsummer 
Eve, a big wedding holiday in Sweden. The only condition from Emma was that 
we started our family at once, during our honeymoon. She didn't want to 
waste any time and she said it would be nice if we didn't get involved 
sexually until we were married. I had no trouble with that. After all I 
hadn't been with a woman since the death of my first wife. Of course I 
lusted for Emma, but I was more than willing to wait. And I thought it 
would be just perfect that our first lovemaking would occur the first night 
we spent together.
Neither of us had any family so it would be just the three of us and then 
we would take a combined honeymoon and vacation trip down Europe to the 
Riviera.
Chapter 2
The Honeymoon
We wed at one o'clock and embarked on our journey a couple of hours later. 
The spirit in the car was high. We took the opportunity to get some sleep 
on the ferry to Germany so we could drive through the country with only the 
usual stops for stretching the legs and get something to eat.
We crossed the border to France and headed for a vineyard I had been 
recommended to visit by a friend at work.
Just after crossing the border I let Emma take the wheel. We were driving 
along a sparsely trafficked road. We had driven about half an hour when we 
came to a small village and I suggested that we stopped at the shop and 
bought lunch. What we bought was bread, ham, cheese, some tomatoes and 
pepper a bottle of whine and some mineral water.
Emma continued to drive and we sat chatting and talking about our stay at 
the Riviera when suddenly a rabbit hopped across the road. Emma janked the 
wheel and the car swayed a little, touched the ditch, bumped at something 
and then she had full control again.
"Oh my," she exclaimed. "Poor little rabbit. I hope it is OK."
"Oh my," I said. "Poor little car. I hope its OK."
"Oh my," echoed David. "Poor little me I hit my elbow on the door-handle. I 
hope I'm OK."
We had just stopped laughing at his bad joke when the car sort of humped 
and sputtered and finally the engine died.
"Just what we needed," I said.
"Oh never mind. I'm sure you can fix it," Emma said reassuringly.
"I hope so," I said.
"Sure you can dad. We trust you. Don't we Emma?"
"Yes. He's our hero, isn't he."
"Ah well," David hesitantly said.
I faked a jab at him and he grinned at me.
"We might as well take the opportunity to have lunch. If we are lucky 
someone is coming by and help us. I'm hungry how about my men. Are you 
hungry?"
We agreed and climbed out of the car. Emma took a blanket and soon had a 
lunch ready. It was wonderful. For the first time since our wedding we sat 
down without any pressuring schedule to meet. Finally I stood and opened 
the hood and looked at the engine.
"I think it's the radiator," I said.
I had no idea what it could be. I had only opened the hood to check the oil 
before and I wasn't interested in what was hidden under it. As long as it 
said WROOM when I started and pushed the car forwards or backwards all 
depending of what direction I wanted to go, I didn't care if there was a 
horse there doing the work.
"No I don't think I can fix that," I said.
David and Emma had found a frisbee and was playing with it while I sat in 
the shade of a lone tree and watched them.
"I wonder how long we're going to be stuck here," I said. "Maybe I should 
try to walk back to the village and get some help. We can't stay here."
"Oh don't worry. We're in the middle of Europe in France. I think something 
about sixty million people live here and just a few miles from here there 
are the Germans and they are a few millions as well. We're not in the 
middle of nowhere. Sooner or later someone is bound to come by," Emma 
answered with a smile.
"Well, it feels like the middle of nowhere to me," I said as I looked 
around. There was nothing to be seen but fields of grass and some cows.
"How far is it to the village we passed?" said David.
"I think we drove for ten a fifteen minutes before the rabbit turned up."
"I think that's about right. And I drove between seventy-five and eighty 
kilometers during that time, so schoolboy, how far have we traveled?"
"I don't know. I wasn't looking," laughed David.
After another thirty minutes even Emma looked a little worried.
"It's spooky, isn't it," David said. "Do you think we have to sleep in the 
car tonight? What do we eat?"
"Your not hungry are you," Emma said with concern in her voice.
"No, not yet but I think I'll be very soon."
"There is some cheese left."
"No. Just joking. I'll survive."
"I'm afraid you will," I said and brushed him over the head.
About half an hour later a truck came by. We stopped it and explained the 
situation to the driver. He told us there was a garage in the next town and 
offered to take us there. We gladly accepted and climbed in.
It wasn't exactly a town we came to. It was even smaller than the village 
we had passed on our way here. But there was a garage and after talking to 
the mechanic he drove away with a tow truck while we found the town's 
restaurant and had drinks.
When the truck came back with our car in tow I went out and asked if it was 
anything serious. The man explained something to me that I didn't 
understand but that much was clear that it would take a day or two to fix 
the car. I went back and asked the patron if there were any hotels in town. 
He told me that he had a room he used to let, the only drawback was that it 
only had one bed and there wasn't room for another.
I went back to Emma and David and told them the news and asked if they, 
especially she, would mind sharing a bed for the night. None of them 
objected since it was an emergency and only for one night.
We took a sightseeing in the village and the neighboring countryside and 
sat down for dinner at about seven o'clock. Emma and I shared a bottle of 
the local wine and some cognacs afterwards and when we went to bed three 
hours later we both had had a bit to much to drink and Emma supported 
herself by putting her arms around both David and me. The bathroom was at 
the end of a corridor and we took turns using it, David went first.
The room was small but the bed was big. We wouldn't be cramped in it and I 
was to sleep in the middle taking all the heat that was bound to emanate 
from three sleeping bodies. The next to use the bathroom was I, Emma said 
that she was the one most likely to take the longest it was best if I went 
second and then she didn't have to hurry.
When I lay in the bed I found it was sloping down to the middle which made 
it rather difficult for David and Emma, when she came to bed, to stay on 
the outer sides of it. I didn't mind having them close though. After all I 
was used to sleep with David, many nights had he come to my bed when he was 
a little boy and I was looking forward to have Emma in my arms.
Emma came back and had changed in to a nightie which reached her to her 
knees. It wasn't see-through in any way but when she passed the lamp and 
reached out to switch it off her small tits and slim hips were outlined and 
clearly visible. David had already switched of the lamp on his side of the 
bed and Emma did the same with the lamp on her side before she lay down.
"Goodnight honey," she whispered to me, and "Goodnight David," a little 
louder to David who just grunted in answer.
I fell asleep almost immediately. A couple of hours later I woke with an 
urge to take a leak. Carefully I climbed over Emma and staggered out to the 
bathroom. It took me long enough to do my cores for me to be awake when I 
returned to the bed. I found that Emma had given into the gravity and 
slopes of the bed and rolled down to the middle of the bed. I didn't want 
to wake her so I crept down in her place. I lay awake for a long time 
without being able to go back to sleep. Suddenly I had the idea that I 
could put my hand on Emma to get something else to think about than my 
inability to sleep.
I put out my hand, slow and silently and placed it on her hip. It was bare. 
Her nightie had crept up in her sleep and she was naked from her waist 
down. I let my hand carefully travel down her hip down to her pussy. For 
the first time I could feel the hair on her pussy. It was electric. It kind 
of raised itself into my palm and I slid my hand in between her thighs and 
cupped her pussy. When my hand made contact I almost jumped out of the bed. 
It was occupied! My son was taking the opportunity to fuck my wife! Well 
not fuck, I hadn't felt any movement in the bed, but he had at least buried 
his cock in her to the hilt. Before he was able to react I grabbed him by 
the balls and squeezed them in a painful grip and he gasped out 
when he felt it. Emma stirred.
"What? What! Who? What's happening?" she stuttered in a sleepy voice. "Oh 
my god! Who is...?"
"Sch, darling. I have him in my grip. Don't move. I don't trust him not to 
shoot his load if you move."
"But..."
"Yes. I know. We have a dilemma here, don't we."
"Hmm?"
"Yes. He's my son. Your my wife. You two are the two people I love the 
most. I don't want to harm either of you."
"Oh?" she breathed. "How?"
"Well. I think it could hurt David more than we can imagine if we do 
anything, how shall I put it, wrong."
"Wrong? But what is right then?"
"Well. There are two possibilities as I see it."
"Two? I just see one."
"No two. Either we can make him stop and that would leave him with what is 
called blue balls. A very painful experience I assure you."
"Oh. And the second?"
"The second is the most difficult one. It is to let him make love to you."
"But darling! He can't. I'm not..."
I silenced her before she ended the sentence.
"I know. But I love him. I love you. What can be wrong with that?"
"Wrong, I don't know. Only that I could get pregnant by him. Is that what 
you want?"
"No. I don't want it but I'm willing to take the risk."
"Well. If he don't finish what he started, you have to. It is starting to 
get to me, I mean I'm getting rather aroused, if you know what I mean."
"Sure. So what is your decision. Shall I let go of my grip and let him 
finish or shall I push him out?"
"You wont hate me tomorrow if I let him?"
"No. As I said I love both of you so much that I couldn't hate any of you 
whatever happened."
"Oh well," she thought for a second. "Oh well let him finish than."
I let go of my grip on my sons balls and no sooner had I let go before I 
felt how Emma pushed her hips backwards and pushed my sons cock further 
into her fertile cunt. At her first withdrawal I could feel my sons cock 
wet and slimy with her pussyjuices. She was hot! I kept my hand cupped 
around her pussy and twiddled with her clit while my son started to thrust 
in and out of my wife. She shuddered and put her arms around me and gave me 
a deep kiss. Her lips were warm and moist and her tongue eager to make 
contact with mine. My mind was in turmoil. I didn't want this to happen but 
I also wanted it to go ahead, I wanted my wife to be pregnant with my sons 
child. I couldn't understand the mixed feelings I had. The only thing I was 
sure of was that I loved them both very much. So much that I didn't want to 
separate them what I wanted was to look at them.
I stretched out my arm and turned on the lamp. In the dim light from the 
weak bulb I could see Emma's face. She had her eyes closed but opened them 
when the light came on.
"Ooh, darling. This is so... so... Oh I love it. It's been so long..." she 
moaned.
I saw David bury his face in Emma's back. If it was for he couldn't look at 
me or if he just was to horny to do anything else I don't know. Suddenly he 
groaned and shuddered. I knew he was planting his seed in Emma. I knew that 
at this moment his potent sperms were swimming up her womb up to the 
fertile egg. I could hardly wait for him to overcome his orgasm. Now I 
wanted to fuck my wife.
When Emma felt that his spasming cock had stopped spewing gism she moved 
away from him. Crept close to me and snuggled in my arms. I took her around 
her waist and rolled her on top of me in the same time as my cock 
penetrated her and invaded her wet cunt. I didn't stop my movement but 
raised her up. Took a grip on the hem of her nightie and lifted it up over 
her head and she was naked in front of me and my son. 
My eyes feasted in her beauty and I glanced over at David. He too was 
admiring her nakedness. We saw how stiff her nipples were, sharply pointed 
as spearheads in the middle of the crinkled aureolaes, topping two small 
mounds which hardly moved as she raised and fell over my stiff rod. I 
cupped my hands over the two small tits. They burnt their images in the 
palms of my hands. This was heaven. Never had I felt such a strong desire 
as I felt for this woman, my wife, my sons new mother.
Slow and easy she moved on my cock. Her pussy squelched as she sank down 
and it wetted the hairs on my abdomen. She hummed as she came down on her 
lowest and she sighed a little when the tip of my cock barely was inside 
her.
Suddenly she slammed down on me. Her pussy vibrated. Spasmed. Squeezed. She 
came with such intensity that I thought she would pass out. Her breathing 
was fast and warm against my skin. I stroked her over her back, gripped her 
asscheeks which were hard and quivering under my hands and pressed her 
harder against me pressed myself deeper into her so I could feel the 
milking of her pussy on my cock.
Slowly I started to fuck her. Gaining speed as I neared my own orgasm and 
pounded in and out of her till I couldn't stop my climax. Then I slowed 
down and timed the first spurt of my cock with an inward thrust. The 
explosion of sperm through my penis made me double over and moan a loud 
moan before I fell back and let the remaining sperm pump into my wife's 
milking pussy in pure ecstasy. Emma sobbed as she felt me climaxing into 
her and lifted her head and covered me with little hot kisses.
She rolled of me and landed between me and my son.
"Oh my god," she whispered to no one in particular, closed her eyes and 
fell asleep, so did I and I think David to.
The next morning I woke with some concern over the previous night. What 
should I do about it? What would Emma want me to do? Neither of us spoke as 
we got dressed and went down for breakfast.
After the second cup of coffee I felt I had to say something.
"David," I said sternly. "What you did last night was unforgivable. You put 
all our future together at risk."
"I know dad," he agreed ashamed. "I couldn't help it."
"Couldn't help it!" I exclaimed.
"I love her! I love Emma as much as you do!" he almost yelled.
The patron's wife stuck her head through the doorway wondering in French if 
everything was alright. I assured her everything was fine. Of course she 
didn't understand Swedish so we were free to speak as long as we didn't 
raise our voices to much. In France they are used to loud speaking, almost 
shouting, so we wouldn't be disturbed anymore.
I looked over at Emma. She had tears in her eyes.
"Oh dearest, I didn't know. We didn't know. How could we?" she said in a 
sympathetic voice. "It must have been hell for you, seeing your dad and I 
so happy. And me hugging you, touching you."
Tears streamed down her cheeks. It just broke my heart looking at her. And 
it didn't keep David untouched either.
"No. I am to be blamed. Not you. You didn't do anything wrong. I did."
I could see he wasn't far from crying himself. I had to do something, fast.
"What you did was wrong, but I can see what drove you to it, I understand. 
The temptation was to much and you couldn't resist when the opportunity was 
there. Emma understand that to. Don't go on blaming yourself any more. 
What's done is done. What we have to decide now is where do we go from 
here? I don't want to burden you with more but there is a possibility that 
Emma is pregnant. Her cycle was right on spot for it some of this days."
This took David by surprise and he moaned and the tears he had been 
fighting came.
"No dear. Don't cry. I don't mind if I'm pregnant with your child. I love 
you to. Maybe in the same way as I love your daddy."
I looked at her. An idea began to form itself within me.
"You are?" I asked a little surprised.
"Maybe. I don't know. I just know I love David as much as I love you. Oh 
Lars don't think badly about me. I do love you. And I do want your child. 
What I am saying is that I don't mind if it is David who is the father of 
this one. The next one will be yours and yours alone."
"Yes. We all love each other. And that give us only one solution, doesn't 
it?"
"What?"
"Uh?"
"If you can handle it Emma," I said a little tentatively.
"Handle what?"
"Handle two men."
"What!"
"What!"
"Yes. David and me."
"Oh darling we couldn't. What would people think."
"No dad. It would be to..."
"I don't care what people think. For all I know I'm not sure I would hear 
or see anything. You said yourself the first time we talked that I was 
totally unaware of what was going on."
She managed to smile and she was more beautiful than ever.
"Oh I could handle it alright. Could you and David?"
"Yes. It was my idea and I can live with whatever decision you prefer. I 
would prefer the one I just suggested."
"Me to," she smiled.
"David?"
"Oh. I don't know what to say. I... I'm so happy, so..."
We sat smiling at each other like fools. This was a turningpoint and we 
knew it. And I think all three of us hoped we wouldn't regret it, ever.
"Well it solves at least one problem," Emma said.
"What," David and I asked in unison.
"The sleeping-arrangements," Emma laughed. "And I have to confess 
something."
"A dark secret is about to be revealed," David said in a dark low voice.
She smiled at him before she continued.
"Yes. A very dark secret. A secret I feel a little ashamed about."
"What? What?" David and I asked.
"I," she blushed a little, "I loved last night. It was so nice. No it was 
so hot. I would have missed it if it wasn't to be repeated."
I smiled for myself. I had been worried about the age-difference now I 
didn't have to worry about that. If I subtracted  David's and mine age it 
would more or less equal Emma's. I was sure we would be able to keep her 
happy and content.
We spent the day wandering around the countryside which didn't differ much 
from that we came from. Farmland all around. The architecture was different 
of course and I had the opportunity to point out to Emma and David the 
finer details in the village church. The day was passed and the car was 
ready late that afternoon. We decided to stay another night though. We were 
all three eager to repeat the previous nights actions but this time in a 
relaxed atmosphere and with all three of us as willing participants.
The previous evenings bathroom routine repeated itself and when Emma came 
into the room she had a bathrobe on. When she shed it it revealed that she, 
this time, was wearing an almost see-though nightie. It was almost 
transparent and that you could see her naked body under it, almost. It was 
as if her body was entwined by smoke and the color of the gown made the 
impression even more vivid, it was in a very light-gray color and the 
darker spots of her nipples and the dark shade between her thighs 
was more than hinted. She smiled when she saw us stare at her with wide 
eyes.
"Oh this little thing," she coquetted a little to much to be taken serious. 
"This little thing I bought for my husband's pleasure at our wedding-night. 
I don't think it was wasted money, on the contrary. I could never dream 
that I would be showing myself to TWO husbands!"
"Well, it was worth every penny."
"Double pleasure for the same price, eh?"
She smiled and came over to the bed.
"Where do you want me to sleep?" she asked me, still not quite comfortable 
with the situation and a little uncertain how I wanted it. After all I was 
her sole husband. David wasn't.
"I was thinking of letting last night be repeated. Let David make love to 
you first. It's more practical that way, I'm still a little bigger than him 
in that department and if I was to make love to you first you probably 
wouldn't be able to enjoy his young cock."
She blushed a little at my use of the word "cock" and David coughed a 
little in surprise.
"Oh. Lets not be hypocrites. You have two lovers. Eager and willing. We 
can't pretend that we have any morality that would take offence by using 
the right words."
"No. Your absolutely right. It's just that I have never used them in 
company. Of course I have cursed "fuck" or "screw" but not in public. I'm 
no prude I just don't like to use foul languish."
"Neither do I. In public. But here we are alone and we trust each other. We 
can't call my and David's cocks pee-pee, can we. It would be silly to hear 
you say "put your pee-pee in my stomach"."
They both laughed at this and we all felt at ease with each other again.
"Well, yes, I think you are right. It would be better if David and I fucked 
first, that is if you don't mind sloppy seconds."
"No, as matter of fact I loved it."
"Mmm, me to," Emma confessed. "It was so naughty."
While we talked she had climbed onto the bed and lay in the middle. David 
had his head in his hand and lay looking at her.
"Aren't you coming to bed," she asked me.
"No, not yet. I think I would like to see my son fuck my wife from down 
here."
She turned to David and he stretched out after her. His lips met hers in 
their first kiss. Soon their breathing became harder and David's hand began 
to roam over her body.
"Could... could you take off..."
"Oh you want me naked. I knew it was a waste of money," she giggled as she 
drew the shear material over her head and tossed it aside.
"Oh," David breathed. "You're so beautiful."
He lowered his head to her small tits and sucked in a nipple in his mouth. 
Her hands came up and stroked his hair and she pressed her tit firmer to 
his mouth. I could see his hand stroke down her body, down over her flat 
stomach, no not quite flat it had a little bulge in the lower part as most 
women have, that bulge let the hand glide down to the dark hair which 
covered her pussy in a thick tuft. She opened her thighs to give him access 
to her cunt. When she spread them I could see her puffy lips for the first 
time. Dangling out a little from the forest and maybe a drop of wetness.
She moaned a little when my sons finger found its way in between the long 
pussylips and dipped into her. Her hips jerked up a little to meet the 
penetrating finger. It was a horny sight. And it was soon to get even 
hotter.
David's youth took over and he didn't want to waste any time at the 
preliminaries all he wanted to was to get his stiff manhood in this young, 
beautiful woman, his step-mother, and she was as eager as he was to get it 
in her. For the first time she took a grip on his cock and steered it in 
place for him. Drew it up and down her slit a couple of times to wet its 
head but also to spread her pussy-lips. And then he pushed his cock into 
her. She gave a content sigh when she felt it plow into her and David 
moaned. I could see his ass-cheeks clench as he worked his shaft in and 
out of her and I could see how her labial lips clung to his escaping shaft 
as he withdrew. Then pulling them in with it when he again sank the hard 
cock in her. Their pubic bones ground together when he was at the lowest 
and her belly waved as she tipped her pelvis up to make it easier for him 
to penetrate her deeply. She swirled her ass into his thrusting moves and 
her hands hugged his asscheeks and pressed him down. He threw his head back 
and groaned and I saw how his asscheeks quivered in anguish as his prick 
flooded its contains into her sucking womb.
My cock was drooling precum when I stood and took two steps to the bed. I 
pushed my son down from my wife's stomach and took his place between her 
thighs.
"Oh. One more for me. One more hard wonderful cock for me. Oh darling fuck 
me. Fuck me long and hard."
I wasn't a brusque lover. I wanted it slow and easy. A longtime enjoyment 
but this was to much for me. I was to horny to take it easy. Now I pounded 
my cock in and out of her splashing cunt. It was wet but still tight and it 
formed itself around my cock like a glove. I could feel my cock-head push 
against the mouth of her uterus and how it spread more and more open for 
each time I pushed on it.
"Oooh," she moaned in my ear. "I'm open. Can you feel it. I can take it! I 
can take all you give me. All of you hot cock-sauce. Just give it to me! I 
want it all! I'll suck it out of your balls with my hungry cunt if you 
don't give it to me now!"
She was in ecstasy. I don't think she was aware of her words. David was 
however. I could see him when I turned my head to his side, mostly to wipe 
some drool of on my wife's sweating shoulder. I could see his hand around 
his slender prick. Pumping it unison with my thrusting. It was all to much 
for me. I bellowed when the sperm rushed through my shaft in huge waves and 
filled her spasming cunt to the brim.
"Oh yes! Yes! There! I want it there!" she screamed in a muffled voice.
I fell down on her body. Gasping for air and I was glad that David showed 
that much sensitiveness that he didn't push me of his step-mom at once but 
let me lay there gaining my breath. Opposed to how I had behaved when I 
pushed him down. But then he had had his first orgasm.
Finally I rolled down to my side of the bed. I hardly had touched the 
mattress when David was on top of Emma.
"So, so, easy now," she moaned as he pressed his stiff rod against her open 
and drooling pussy. "I'm a bit tired, take it easy and slow."
David obeyed her wish and started a slow fucking with his step-mother. Soon 
she was cooing and moaning and humming under him.
"Let me," she said in a husky voice and rolled them around with his cock 
still buried deep in her. She raised up on her knees and started to rise 
and descend along his cock.
"Isn't this nice?" she moaned. "This is so nice. Soo good. Oh honey. Sooo 
good. You make me so happy."
David gritted his teeth and met her movements with his own. He already had 
got the hang of it and began to show that he was as interested in her 
enjoyment as his own. He cupped her small breasts in his hands. Pinched her 
nipples to attention.
"Yes. That's right. Nice and easy. Oh you make me so wet. So hot and wet."
To my surprise I was starting to get another hardon. I had thought that men 
over thirty didn't get more than one per night. What I knew for certain was 
that I would be able to fuck my wife a long time this time around. I wasn't 
in any hurry to get my wife's tight pussy around it though. I could wait 
and look at the loving couple.
All to soon David started to groan his sounds of lust.
"Oh mom, I'm cuming. Cuming again. Oh y-e-e-s-s-s!"
With his head thrown back gasping for air he pumped his sperm up my lovely 
wife's sperm-leaking cunt canal.
This time it was me who went for Emma. I stood behind her on my knees and 
lifted her by the hips a couple of centimeters, enough or my son's cock to 
slide out of her three times freshly fucked cunt and let my cock slide into 
her loose wetness. It was heaven. Warm and slippery and occasionally it 
rippled around my working shaft as she came, and came again.
I looked down at the two persons I loved the most in the world and saw how 
they kissed each other between Emma's orgasms. I was happy. Two things had 
happened that made me happy. Firstly I didn't have to worry about the age 
difference between Emma and me, I had heard a lot of stories about how a 
younger wife became frustrated when the husband grew older and she reached 
her sexual peak at the same time as his started to descent. Secondly I 
loved my son and he had been my only supporter while we lived alone and I 
wanted only the best for him, and the best for him was that he didn't have 
to go through the agonizingly difficult period while being in the 
puberty and horny all the time and knowing that there weren't any relief to 
get from any of his girlfriends of the same age.
I saw my son squeeze my wife's and his step-mother's small breast while 
they dangled in front of him, this proved to be to much for me and with a 
hoarse cry I emptied my sperm in her milking vagina while she came with me.
We never made it to the Riviera we decided to stay in the cozy little 
hotel-room getting to know each other better. And as a bi-effect we got to 
learn the villagers better too. No one ever questioned our activities 
although their must have been plenty of telling signs of our nightly 
activities, on the contrary. The patron always greeted Emma with a big 
smile and a wink every morning.
Almost on the day nine months later Emma gave birth to a little girl. It 
only passed three months when Emma declared that she was ready for a second 
child.
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