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Subject: Christmas Tale, Chapter I, Gladys' story, part 1 (mf, MF, Ff, mFf, cons, incest)
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Gladys' story
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I am sure that Frank has told everything about our little family and
about our private swingers club.  I can trust Frank that he did it
accurately, without changes and additions.  Whatever else he might
have written about his family and early memories, I cannot add.  I
only know what he told me and have no individual knowledge. 

When I received the two phone calls, one from Mother and the second
from Stephanie, I got a bit of a shock.  Stephanie's call did not
disturb me, she is a nice girl.  I like her and I know that Frank
loves her.  If the relations between them are similar to my relations
with Jim, I cannot know.  I haven't seen any signs of it yet. 

I am aware of her domestic problems.  I do not like her husband and am
not surprised that she prefers to spend the holiday with us, away from
him.  In my opinion she does not need him and she ought to get a
divorce, or at least a trial separation.  Anyway, I am glad that she
will be here.  I hope Jim will try to entertain her.

The second phone call was the one which gave me the shock.  I knew
that Frank ought to be at home very soon.  I decided to take a bath,
so I could be alone.  I was afraid that Frank would see the worry on
my face and attempt to find the reason for it.  I needed some quiet
time for reflection.  A hot bath is an excellent place for quiet
reflection.

Mother's impending visit disturbed me.  Of course we had met many
times since me marrying Frank, but always for short visits, in her or
our houses, never more than one day, and for the evening, returning
home.  Now she will stay with us for 3-4 days, and nights. 

I shall tell my story backwards, starting with me visiting Mother,
together with Frank, to receive her blessing and ending four years
before that visit when it all started.  Of course, Jim and Mother have
a lot to say about the story and in due time thay will have their
chance to do so.

We were invited to Mother's, she wanted to meet Frank, because by then
we were talking seriously of getting married.  I was then 20, just
finished my second year in college.  We arrived and Mother received
Frank with a show of affection.  She prepared a guest room for him.  I
had my room of course.  I would have preferred to sleep with Frank,
but if she made these arrangements, well knowing that most of the time
we slept together, she must have had some reason. 

After dinner we were all sitting in the living room, including Jim,
who arrived in the meantime, and chatting about the marriage
arrangements, future prospects and plans in general.  The evening was
innocent enough, exactly as it should be when a family wants to meet a
prospective husband to the daughter of the family.  After 11 Mother
got up and decided to retire for the night.  On the way out, she
turned around and said:

"Frank, you know, there are a number of points I would like to talk
about.  Why not have breakfast with me in my bedroom and we shall
discuss them."

With that she went out.  I felt a bit uneasy.  There was nothing more
to discuss.  She knew everything that she wanted to know, and anyway I
was 20 and had no need for her blessing.  Still, she is my mother, I
love her and saw no point in not going along with her wishes. 

Deeply in thought I went to my room, accompanied by Frank. Of course,
Frank wanted to sleep with me but I sent him to his room, feigning
indisposition.  I decided to try to get to the bottom of this surprise
invitation.  I took a bath and put on a nightgown.  I decided to visit
mother and ask her what she wanted.  On the way to her room, I saw
light under the door of Jim's room, so I went in.

Jim was sitting in an armchair before the open window, already in his
pajamas and dressing gown.  He had a tall drink in his hand.  I made
myself a drink, went to his chair and sat down on his knees, embracing
him with my free arm, kissing him on the lips.  I love my brother.

"Hello, big brother, long time no see."

He looked up, put down his drink and drew me to him, returning my kiss
and at the same time caressing my breast through the nightgown.

"Hello Princess, I missed you.  I see your tits did not grow much.
Maybe you need my special treatment for them?"

"Down boy, down," said I. "I did not came here to receive treatment.
If I wanted to I have Frank here and he would only be too willing to
make treatments.  I came here to have a talk with you, before I visit
Mother asking her about that funny invitation."

"I was thinking about it too.  I like Frank and I think that you are
lucky to find a guy like him.  What he sees in a flat-chested girl
like you, I do not know, so please grab him before he changes his
mind."

He grinned at me, showing that he is pulling my leg, clasped me to
him, kissed the tip of my nose, my nipples pushing through the
nightgown.  I love Jim.  He is a wonderful brother and superb lover. 

"I do not know what Mother wants.  I am afraid that she will want to
enroll him in her menagerie too," said Jim.

"I thought of the same, but then we shall not live here and she will
have not much contact with Frank or me.  I intend to ask her."

"You will not get an answer from her, but try it.  You go ahead, and I
shall follow you in about 15 minutes.  She knows about my coming, your
visit will be the surprise."

He pushed me off his knees, got up and kissed me on the lips. 

"Good luck," he whispered.

We loved each other very much and understood each other even without
talking.  We loved each other as sister and brother, and as sometime
lovers.  I admit that until the creation of our little swingers club,
there were two men in my life, Jim and Frank.  I learned what I knew
about sex from Jim, and from Mother.

With that I left and went to Mother's bedroom.  I went in, the door
was unlocked, she was waiting for Jim.  The bedroom was half dark,
only the clear starry night and the moon lighting it through the open
window.

"Jim, is it you?" she asked.

"No, it is I, I want to talk to you," I answered and went up to the
bed.

"Good, hop in with me, we shall talk and have a good time as before."

With that she opened the covers, inviting me to join her, which I did.
Of course when I saw that she was stark naked, I dropped my housecoat
and joined her naked.  I did not want to have sex with her, or with
Jim either, I wanted to talk to her about Frank.  But I knew that she
would order me to undress anyhow. 




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She took me in her arms, kissed me on the lips and then started
playing with one my nipples.  It was one of her favorite games.  I
must explain here that I have no lesbian tendencies at all.  However,
with mother it is different.  In the last 4 years we were together so
many times, with or without Jim, that I could fondle, kiss and lick
her without having a second thought.  I am her and she is me.  She is
my mother and I love her dearly, so feeling that she is squirming and
moaning under my tongue gives me great pleasure.  However, this
evening I wanted to talked to her and not make love.

"Mother, please stop.  Don't make me hot.  I came to talk to you and
not to make love.  Anyhow, Jim is coming soon.  What will he say if he
sees us making love?"

"Most probably, he would join the party, as he did many times before.
But what you want to talk about?"

"You invited Frank for breakfast in your bedroom.  I have some ideas
about your breakfast.  Please Mother, I love Frank and I would not
like you to do anything which might disrupt our relationship.  I love
him, I want to be his wife and I want to bear his children."

"Before making me Grandmother, please tell me why an innocent
breakfast would disrupt your relationship.  I can assure you that I
shall be very considerate and will not do or say anything to which he
might take offense."

The door opened and in Jim walked.  He went to the other side of the
large bed, dropped off his clothes and disappeared under the cover on
the other side of the bed. Mother still held on to me and whispered to
my mouth, as she continued kissing me.

"Do not worry, little Princess, you will have your Frank, I can assure
you."

Suddenly, she stopped as Jim started to kiss her from behind.  I did
not know where he kissed her, but knowing Jim, I assumed that he
covered all the bases.  After a few minutes, while Mother held me,
kissing my lips, Jim moved up and entered Mother from behind.  I could
not get out as she still held on to me, and now Jim's long arms went
around her and around me.  Jim was caressing my back and my ass.  Her
hand was playing with my clit.  We were so near that I felt Jim's
every move.  The end was, of course, that we all three came together.
It was a beautiful lovemaking.  It was mother's favorite position.
She loved it when she and her two children came to orgasm at the same
time. 

After getting my breath back, I went back to my room, leaving Mother
and Jim in each other's arms.  I fell asleep, hoping that Mother would
keep her promises. 

Next morning I got up, went down to the kitchen to prepare some
breakfast and took my tray out to the garden.  Jim was already there
having coffee with toast and listening to some radio with earphones. I
sat down next to him and said:

"Good morning big brother.  How come you are up?  I thought that you
had a long night and would sleep late.  Now you are already having
coffee and listening to some music.  By the way, since when you like
listening to radio early in the morning?"

Jim removed the earphones and started grinning from ear to ear. 

"I really did not have much to sleep.  We had a wonderful time
together, but then you know we always have good time. In fact, it was
a special night.  You see, I worry about you and Frank.  I thought
that if I satisfied Mother at night she would send him away after the
breakfast.  Believe me, little Princess, I made a superb effort on
your behalf.  I am sure that Mother will remember this night for a
long time.  And I am not listening to radio.  I put a small radio
transmitter under her bed, and now I listen to how things are going."

I forgot to mention that Jim had just finished his studies as
Electronic Engineer and radio transmitters were his speciality.  He
removed the earphones and turned up the volume so that we both could
listen. We heard a very well- known voice.

"I love my children and wish that they should have only the best.
Don't you agree?"

It was faint, as the transmitter was near the bed and they were near
the window.  After this sentence there was a near silence, with only
occasional rustlings, and we heard, again faintly:

"Stop worrying.  You got the message."

After this sentence we heard much stronger, as they reached the bed.
We heard the unmistakable noises of a wild lovemaking.  It was so
noisy on the radio, and so wild, that Jim shut down the radio.  He was
right, we knew exactly what was happening.  As I saw it, Mother had
kept her word.  She did not propose anything, she only put him in a
situation where he had to make a choice and he had chosen to make love
to her.  I could not be angry with him.  I knew Mother.  She could
seduce a plaster saint from the church if she really wanted to.  I
only hoped that all that Frank would have from this surprise encounter
would be erotic memories and a guilty conscience.

We returned home late afternoon.  We both were very quiet. Frank
because of his conscience.  I was afraid that if I should start
talking I would disclose that I knew what had happened in the morning.
The worst part for me was that I knew what happened but not why.
Mother certainly had some intentions but I did not know then.

Now, as I promised I have to go back a few years and explain how it
all started.  I was 15 when Daddy died in a car accident.  We loved
him very much and the whole family was in a deep grief.  Mother was
still a young woman, about 35, with 2 children.  We all were stricken
with grief, but she had to take charge of the situation.  She had two
children and was responsible for them.  She was wonderful.  She was
strong, considerate, tender and loving to us, resourceful and decisive
in the family business.  She did not have much social life, only we
children.  What brought her to it I shall leave her to tell in her
turn.  To us children, she was our mother, our father, friend,
companion, teacher and eventually, our lover. 

Mind you, we had then no sexual feeling whatsoever toward her.  She
was our Mom and we loved her.  That she was a young, beautiful and
very attractive woman played no role with us.  Especially not with me.
I was a shy girl, at the very beginning of sexual awareness.  I
started masturbating only after the age of 15, which is very late
indeed.  I loved Jim very much, she was my big brother and I was his
little Princess, he helped me in my studies and came to my rescue
whenever I needed a rescue, which was very rare indeed.  I did not go
out much and did not participate in social activities.  Jim was
different.  For his 17 birthday Mother gave him a car.  He used it to
go to school and to parties in the evenings.  I am sure that he made
good use of his car and its back seat.

Mother had very little social life, and if she had any sexual
connections I hadn't noticed it.  Not that I was looking for it.  My
quiet life went on until after my 16th birthday, when my life changed
irrevocably. 

One afternoon I went out to see one my schoolfriends.  We decided to
study together for a coming mathematics test.  I told Mom that I might
be home quite late.  When I arrived there I found that my friend had
gotten suddenly ill, so I returned home.  I went in through the garden
to the kitchen entrance.  Before opening the kitchen door I saw
through the glass pane of the door that the door between the kitchen
and the living room was half open and on the glass pane of that door I
could make out that there was some movement on one of the sofas of the
living room.  I could not make out what was there from this double
reflection, so I tiptoed through the bushes to one of the windows of
the living room, took a peep inside and saw Mother and Jim, sitting
next to each other and kissing.

It was not exactly a kiss between Mother and son.  Jim had his hand in
Mother's bra, cupping her breast and Mother's hand was inside his
jeans holding his penis.  I could see that they were exploring each
other's mouths with their tongues.  Jim's hands were moving too.  He
released one of Mother's beautiful breasts from the bra and with his
second hand he separated her knees and put his hand under the dress.
Obviously he must have done something very good to her because she
went wild.  She opened his pants, released his cock and started
pulling it up and down with her hand.
Suddenly, she put her head down and took him in her mouth. Until that
I did not even know that such a thing is possible.  As I said, I was a
shy and withdrawn girl.  I heard stories in school but most of them I
did not believe. Anyway, it was not the last that I learned from the
exhibitions of Mother and Jim. 


I was rooted to the ground, could not move.  It was the first time in
my life that I saw lovemaking.  I heard from girls in school who had
some experience in the matter but what I heard from them was about
fumbling, uncomfortable encounters on back seats of cars or park
benches.  This was very different.  It was beautiful.  I witnessed the
whole scene, when he entered her, pushing his enlarged cock into her,
and she accepted it with eagerness, clasping him to her with arms and
legs.  I stood there watching the rhythmic in-out movement before my
very eyes, and her countermovements, straining against him, I heard
his laborious breathing and her small sounds, between whining and
moaning, which became stronger and faster, until he slammed into her
and both collapsed.  They remained so for a few minutes, until I saw
his shiny red cock sliding out of her and she jumping up to prevent
his come dirtying the sofa.  Instead of that I saw the white liquid
flowing out of her pussy down her leg.

She was happy, and so was Jim.  She cleaned both of them, and they sat
down back to the sofa, holding each other in their arms.  It was
obvious that it was not the first time they were together.  They did
not have to talk much.  Each knew what the second wanted.  They were a
beautiful couple. Jim is tall, he is about a head taller than I am,
and I am about the height of Mother.  She is beautiful, with a
smashing figure, he is goodlooking, with short close-cropped hairs.
The difference between them is a bit more than eighteen years.  Mother
married very young, but if you did not know the fact you could take
them for a couple, with the woman a bit older than the man. 

I crept away from there on tiptoes and went up to my room. This time I
went in through the main entrance, and took good care not to go into
the living room.  Mother and Jim kept very quiet.  In my room I had to
change my underwear as I was all wet.  I must have had an orgasm
without knowing it. After a few minutes I heard them coming up the
stairs and going into Mother's bedroom, locking the door from inside.
It seems that they wanted to continue the encounter and did not want
to be surprised.  I laid down on my bed, closed my eyes and listened
to the rhythmical squeak of the bedsprings in Mother's room.  Of
course, I started to masturbate like mad, and probably came together
with them in the other room.

Since then I try to recollect my memories from that day. What did I
really feel, when I saw my mother and my brother making love on a sofa
in broad daylight, and from the sight of it, it was a lovemaking of
two equal partners, with very much love between them?  First of all,
surprisingly, I wasn't shocked at all.  On the contrary, I had a
feeling that things are as they should be.  All three of us were so
close that if that closeness got a physical expression then it was all
right by me.  My second feeling was that I got left out.  I felt that
I would have gladly joined them on the sofa or in the bedroom.  And
mind you, I was a shy and withdrawn virgin. 




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It was the first time but not the last.  I never noticed the signs
before because I had a habit of reading or watching TV in the living
room, and going up to my bedroom only to sleep.  I am a very good
sleeper, so when I put my head on the pillow, I am already sleeping.
I had no reason to suspect anything, therefore I had no reason to
remain awake. Now, every time Jim was at home, I waited until he
joined Mother in her bedroom and for the earthquake to start in the
other room.  Later on, I found that Mother loved to make love in
light, so sometimes I could see them through the keyhole, in all
possible positions, starting from the missionary position to
sixty-nine.  Once I even saw Jim turning her on her stomach and
kissing her ass, fucking her with his tongue first, and then with the
real thing.  From her reaction I understood that she enjoyed it very
much.  He put his hands around her, fingering her clit, while fucking
her with long strokes.  I was afraid that his long and thick cock
would harm her, but obviously Mother did not think so. She pressed
back to him with all her strength. That was the first time that I even
had a notion that such a thing is possible.  Every such an encounter
gave me material for my sexual fantasies to masturbate by.

Now, I know that when I saw them first it was not the first time for
them.  It all started a couple of months before that, but I shall
leave the details to Jim to tell.  Now he was away studying but still
attempted to be home for most weekends.  The university was about 70
miles away.  Every time when he was at home, he slept with Mother.  I
could judge from her happy face when he was coming home, and when I
would have my fuck vigil.  This is how I called the
thing.  Luckily, he came home only for weekends, so I could properly
sleep during the week.

Then I got my surprise.  It was about a month after it all started,
for me I mean, when one evening Mother took my arm and said:

"You know Princess, when you were a little girl you used to come to
our bedroom and snuggle to me.  It was beautiful. Why don't you do it
any more?"

There was nothing much which I could say, so I said the truth:

"Then I was an innocent little girl, now I am over 16.  How do I know
that I wouldn't disturb you?"

"You know that it is not true.  First, for me you are always my little
Princess, and second, you never disturbed me when Daddy was alive, why
would you disturb me now?"

"But then I always came with Jim, not alone."

"Well, Jim now is away studying, but when he comes home for the
weekend, I won't mind if you both come to my bed.  As he is not at
home today, you come alone and sleep with me tonight.  My bed is big
enough for the two of us.  It is about time to have a girl to girl
talk."

"Mother, we have sex education at school.  You don't have to give me
the birds and the bees stuff."

"Maybe there are other things I want to talk about.  Come on little
Princess, let's go up."

So she took me by the hand and went up the stairs to her bedroom.  I
wanted to go to my room, to take my pajamas, but she said:

"Come into my room, I have a surprise for you."

We entered the room and spread on the bed I saw two identical
gorgeous, very short, nearly see-through nightshirts.

"You see, there are things that they don't teach you at sex education
class.  How to be beautiful and desirable for the night.  Believe me,
this knowledge is worth more than all your lessons.  Come one, undress
and I shall teach you a basic lesson."

So she did.  She undressed me completely until I stood before her,
naked as I was born.  She looked at me with an appreciative look, and
said:

"You look very inviting.  If I would be a man, I would fall in love
with you."

She kissed me on my lips and continued preparing for the night.  She
combed out my hair until it fell on my shoulder, put some exciting
perfume on my hand, breast and my pubic hair, and put on my
nightshirt.  It barely covered my hairy triangle.

"Now show me how you learned your lesson, and prepare me  for the
night."

With these words I started a completely new phase in my life.  Until
that night I was a young girl, from that night I was a young woman.  I
undressed her, as she did and combed out her hair, put perfume on her
and put the short nightshirt on her.  She was so beautiful naked that
I could not take my eyes off her.  She had a beautiful face, full but
not hanging breasts and beautiful hairy pubic triangle. When I put
perfume on her slit, I could not help but caressing it a little, under
pretense of spreading the perfume.  If only I could, I would have
spread the perfume with my tongue.  Of course, she noticed it.

"Did you forget something, Princess?"

I looked at her, questioningly.  She came to me, put her arms around
me and kissed me on the lips.  I felt her tongue opening my lips and
intruding into my mouth.  That was the first time somebody kissed me
with a French kiss.  It was wonderful.  I felt a tingle between my
legs. 

"I kissed you after undressing as an appreciation to your beauty.  You
should do the same."

It was easy.  I took her in my arms and kissed her as she did, with
open mouth and my tongue.  She liked it and led me by the hand to the
bed.  We slid under the covers and she put out the lights.  She turned
to me, clasped me to her, and gently kissed me on my lips, leaving her
tongue to play with mine.  Suddenly she whispered into my mouth:

"Do you know how to masturbate, little Princess?"

I became all red.  Luckily she could not see me.  Then I answered:

"You embarrass me Mother."

"I did not ask you whether you masturbate.  I know you do, so do I.
So I rephrase my question.  Do you know how to cause pleasure to
yourself, or to another woman?"

"I believe I do," I whispered.

"Do you want to show it to me?  I mean do to me what you usually do to
yourself, so I can judge it.  In plain words, make me come as you make
yourself to come.  If you want to I can do the same to you."

I froze.  I suddenly realized that she was asking me to make love to
her and she wanted to make love to me.  Did she realize my fears of
being left out of her plays with Jim? Every time I saw their happy
faces, overflowing with love, when they reached a simultaneous
release, when they sought each other's mouths to give a thank-you
kiss, I felt that I remained in second place in both their affections.
I was their daughter and sister, they were happy lovers to each other.
Now she was offering me a chance to be her lover too.  I was too
confused to answer.  She understood my confusion and, knowing quite
well what my decision would be, took my hand, kissed the tip of my
fingers, and guided my hand between her legs.

"Go ahead, Princess, make me happy," she murmured. 

I was still confused a bit, with my hands between her legs, when I
felt that her hand was creeping down between my legs. She raised my
shirt and started to caress me, gently, very gently.  It felt
wonderful.  She had light hands, and the perfume which we sprayed on
ourselves was intoxicating.  I started to do the same to her.  It was
not really much different than what I was doing to myself, nearly
every evening, certainly on nights when Jim was sleeping with her.
Suddenly she removed my shirt altogether, and started teasing and
kissing my breasts.

The bed started to come alive and I heard the telltale squeaks of
springs.  Without knowing it, we started to make love.  We were
playing with each other's clits, and moving in rhythm with caresses.
Suddenly she stopped kissing my breasts, slid down the bed and I found
that instead of her fingers she had her tongue on my clit.  It felt
wonderful.  I thought that I should go out of my mind.  She kissed my
labia and went on to kiss my ass.  Just as I saw Jim doing it to her,
she started tonguing my ass. 

I could not stand any more.  I turned around and did the same to her.
I started licking her clit, put my finger up her ass which was already
wet from her pleasure and then raised her legs and put my tongue deep
into her.  We were jumping on the bed, holding to each other and not
stopping to lick each other for a minute.  It was wonderful.  In all
my masturbations I never had an orgasm like this.  She enjoyed it too.
She was moaning while licking my clit and pumping my ass with her
finger. 

Suddenly we became quiet.  We both came at the same time.  I still had
enough energy to open her vagina with my fingers and stick my tongue
in as deep as I could.  She convulsed once more, and then we were
lying exhausted with our heads in each other's lap. 

After a while she turned around, embraced me and gave me small
butterfly kisses on my lips, face, neck and breasts.

"I love you, now you are not only my daughter, you are my lover too,"
she said, and continued kissing me until we returned to our
lovemaking.  We were insatiable and could not have enough.  At long
last we fell asleep in each other's arms.  When I woke up in the
morning, I was not sure whether it was a dream, or we had really
become lovers.  Only when I felt that I was laying in Mother's arms,
as I did when I was a little girl, did I realize that it was no dream.

Mother woke up too.  She smiled when she saw me beside her, pulled my
head to her and kissed me on my lips.  Not a mother's kiss but of a
lover.  She felt my arms tightening around her, but it seems that he
decided that the first lesson was enough. 

"We have to get up little Princess.  We might meet again tonight, if
you want to."  And she got out of bed.

Of course I wanted to.  All day I couldn't think of anything else, but
the coming night with her. 




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At long last night came.  We went up to her room and did the ritual of
undressing, annointing with perfume and dressing the short shirt.
Only this time she left the light on after we slid into the bed.  She
took me into her arms and said that she wanted to teach me a new
position.  With that she pulled up both our nightshirts, laid on me so
that our legs were inside our other legs.  This caused each of our
clits to come into contact with a leg.  The ensuing friction gave a
strong sensation, much stronger that the butterfly kisses of the night
before.  The climax was like a sledgehammer, compared to the slow
buildup of climax caused by her tongue.

After recovering my breath I told her about the difference in feeling.
She laughed.  She said that she knew it very well, but this type of
lovemaking was much more similar to lovemaking with a man than the
other form. 

"Mother, I am still a virgin and do not have a boyfriend.  I am still
far from that type of lovemaking."

"First, I do not think that you are a virgin anymore.  If I remember
last night we made love at least 3 times, and tonight you already had
a beautiful climax.  Your hymen might be still intact but it is a
technical matter.  You don't want to become a nun, do you?" 

I started to see what direction she was heading but I kept quiet, only
shook my head.

"Yesterday you told me that you used to come to my bed with Jim and I
said that I do not mind if you both come.  I meant it, I thought you
did too."

I suddenly realized that she knew my little secret and yesterday's
invitation and the sweet, love-filled night was a prelimination to the
next night.  Jim was coming home for the weekend.  I hid my face in
her breast.

"How did you find out that I know about you and Jim?"  I whispered to
her.

"Oh, I knew it all along, and so did Jim.  You should remember that if
you see somebody's reflection in a mirror or a windowpane, most
probably that person can see you too.  But all this is not so
important."

She pulled me up to her mouth, kissed me on the lips and continued:

"Little Princess, I love you very much and you know it.  I love you as
a mother since the time I kept you in my arms as a little baby and I
love you as a woman who made love to you last night and to whom you
made love to.  Just so, I am a loving mother to Jim and also a devoted
lover.  I do not see any contradiction.  If I want to make you both
happy, I do not see any reason to withhold something which truly makes
us happy, you as well as me.  When I felt you shuddering last night
from the strength of your orgasm, I felt proud as a mother that I have
such a beautiful and sensual daughter. This, in addition to the orgasm
I had.

The same with Jim.  When he is coming deep inside me, and spouting his
seed, I feel proud as a mother that I have such a son and I feel
happiness as a woman that I have such a beautiful and strong lover.
Did you know that whenever he is at home, he makes love to me 3 - 4
times a night?"

"I did not know the exact number but I knew that it must be a lot.
You know that whenever he is with you, I keep awake and I participate
in your lovemaking in my thoughts.  Oh Mother, you cannot know what a
beautiful sight it is to see you and Jim making love."

"I think that we should do something so that you will be with us not
only in thoughts," said mother.

With that we became so aroused that she put out the light and we fell
at each other, making sweet love, nearly to morning.  It was
wonderful.  We both had multiple orgasms. Before falling asleep, I
murmured in her ears:

"Will you not be jealous seeing me with Jim?  After all, he is your
lover and I might take him away from you."

"When you saw me making love with Jim, did you feel jealousy or a wish
to participate, not to be left out?  Don't forget that you are both my
children.  If I shall see you making love to each other, I shall be
truly happy."

She mused and then added with a smile:

"I think that Jim will be so excited with us around, that he will be
able to satisfy both of us.  Do you know that he wanted to seduce you
from the beginning?  I stopped him, I was afraid that you would be
frightened by the huge weapon he has.  With me around I shall take
good care that you will have only pleasure and no pain."

And so it happened.  Next day Jim came home for the weekend and Mother
told him the news.  During supper we did not say much, after the meal
we were sitting with Mother on the famous sofa, in sweet anticipation.
We were sitting quietly, holding Mother's hands, like two small
children, and watching TV.  I do not know what we saw, I am sure that
none of us knew.  At long last Mother got up, smiled at us and said:

"Children, isn't it time to go to bed?"



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The rest of the night went as a blur.  We went up in a cloud of sexual
tension so thick that it could have been cut with a knife.  In the
bedroom we just tore off our clothes and fell into the bed.  If Mother
would not have kept a bit of her sense, Jim would have attacked me at
the beginning.  He was terribly aroused at the thought of taking my
virginity and at the sight of my naked body.  I was also aroused from
seeing his huge penis jutting out, thick and red.  I was  proud that
his arousal was done by my body and by the thought that we would make
love.

First, Mother put me on my back and started kissing my clit, quickly
bringing me to orgasm.  Then she changed places with Jim and he
continued licking me and Mother sucked him, until he nearly came in
her mouth.  She stopped before that stage and let him rest on his
back.  She helped me to sit over him and gently guided me on to him.
I was so delated from the previous orgasms, and Jim was so hardened
from Mother's ministrations that he clasped me to him with such a
force that he passed my hymen without me feeling anything but
pleasure.  Mother had kept her word, but then she always did. 

It was a night which I shall never forget.  Jim became a raging
superman.  Mother had succeeded in creating such an erotic atmosphere
that Jim had a practically constant erection.  Mother was right.  My
inclusion in their love life did not deduct anything.  If anything it
added to it.  I do not remember the exact details of that night, I
only remember a trio of twirling bodies on the large bed, enjoying
every moment of it, until we fell asleep, utterly exhausted.  By then
already the first lights of the morning intruded through the open
window.

This is the story of my deflowering.  Since then I have heard from
many of my friends how they lost their virginity. If I compare their
stories with my mermory then I should be eternally grateful to Mother
for providing me with a beautiful experience, and not go through
fumbling, inexperienced groping, with sharp pain and feigned pleasure.
I had not pain, I had only pleasure.

I can only add one more sentence.  Life with Mother and Jim was so
beautiful that I did not look for outside contacts. Nothing could have
compared with our meetings in twos or threes, no pain, no jealousy,
only love and pleasure.  It went on until I started studying and met
Frank.  I still love Jim, as a brother and lover, and I adore Marylin,
as mother and lover.  But I have Frank and I want to build my life
with him.  I know that Jim understands me and since my marriage he
behaved correctly, in a brotherly way.  So did mother, but we never
had opportunities to behave differently.  Now, we shall be under one
roof for 3-4 days, and nights.

I got out of the bathtub, dried myself, dressed and went to meet
Frank.  At least I wiped the worry from my face, if not from my mind.




