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The stories are fictional and any resemblance to actual people or other entities is purely coincidental. ======================================================= NOTE: This is a continuation of Chapter 10, though it is not necessary for you to read that chapter in order to understand this one. ======================================================= My phone rang, and answering it the first words I heard were, how could you, how could you? Denise was on the line. I could hear the tears in her voice as she asked the question. What are you talking about, I asked. My son, she said, how could you? Relax, I said, he doesn't know for sure, I said. You think not, she said. Know that mole I have, well he noticed it and since then has been staring at me and the other day said something about how unusual it was to have a mole. I know he knows, now what am I going to do, she asked? Fuck him, I said. WHAT? screamed Denise as the phone slammed and I was disconnected. I chuckled to myself for a few minutes, then picked up the phone and dialed her back. When the phone was lifted, I immediately said, Now shut the fuck up and listen to me, or else! There was silence and I could hear her breathing into the phone. Now what time is dinner, I asked? At seven, she said. And will junior be there, I asked? Yes, she said. Good, I said, then put another plate on the table, as I'm coming for dinner, I said. A few minutes to seven I rang the doorbell and heard a young man's voice shouting, I'll get it. As the door opened there stood Denise's son, whom I'd seen on the recent visit to my house. He looked at me with some hestitation as I asked if I could come in. Guess so, he said, and shouted Mom there's....and his voice trailed off as I made my way inside and Denise appeared in the doorway. Hi, she said, you're just in time, lets all sit down for dinner. As we were seated and the meal served, I noted how nervous Denise was and also how nervous the boy was. I decided not to pussy foot around, so bluntly asked them, what the problem was, and started to stare at the kid. He didn't say a word, but I just continued to stare at him, until after about a minute or two he broke down saying, I believe that my Mom was at your house when I was there with my buddies, he said. And is this a good thing or a bad thing, I asked? I don't know, he said, I'm so worried, so mixed up, won't someone just tell me the truth, please. Truth could hurt, I said, but since you asked for it, it's rather simple. Truth is that your Mother in order to keep your Father out of jail, preserve this house, the cloths on your back, the cars, jewerly, her family and just everything that you take for granted has made a decision to make herself available to me sexually. That blunt and truthful enough, I asked? You could cut the silence with a knife, and it just continued as I began to eat watching each stare at one another, yet not saying a word. Now, I said, if you choose to proceed and do anything to upset your Mother or I for that matter, I said, then I'll pull the plug and you can kiss everything goodbye. He stared at me, and then started to say something, but stopped. Look I said, you're young, think you can do it all, but believe me you aren't prepared for what I can do, I said, so don't even think it. Does my Dad know, he asked. No, I said, this is a private matter between two adults, your Mother and me, and now you, I added and it MUST, I said strongly, remain that way, else.....my voice trailed off. Okay, I understand, but what if, he started to say. What if, what, I asked. You know, he said, Mom. Denise, I said, I think that junior here wants to do you again, what do you think? Denise was frozen and junior just looked equally as dumbfounded by my direct talk. Denise, I said, why don't you take that dress off? Denise looked at me pleading with her eyes, but I wouldn't back off. Come on, I said, lets see that pretty figure that you're hiding. Oh no, please, said Denise, he's my son. Well, I said, it's not like he hasn't seen you already, but it was maybe a little different before, I said. So, now stand up and take off the dress, I said in a stronger voice. Desise stood and reached behind her neck to grasp the zipper and started to pull it down her back. Repositioning her arms, she continued to pull the zipper lower to just beneath her waist. As Denise gave me a look that could kill, she slid the dress from her shoulders and over her bra to her waist. With junior looking on, she pushed the dress over her hips, and allowed it to fall to the floor where she stepped out of it. So, I asked junior, what do you think of Mom now? She's beautiful, he said. Yes, of course, I said. What do you like about her best, her tits, her ass or is it her pussy that you really like, I asked. I, I, he hestitate, I guess her tits, he said. Denise, I said, you heard the man, show him your tits. Oh no, please she began to cry, take the house, I don't care anymore, just please and she turned and ran to the bedroom. Junior started to get up, but I held up my hand and said I'd take care of it. As I entered the bedroom Denise was stretched out over the bed crying into her pillow. I got on the bed behind her and in an instant, I pulled her panties down over her ass which I immediately began to spank. Nooooooooo she cried. Yes, I said, as I shove my finger into her cunt, now get out there and perform for your son, because if you don't I'll stay up all night editing the tape to show you stripping and then fucking him before I send it FedEx to hubby. Now, what's it going to be, I asked? Okay, she whispered and began to get up from the bed. Let me fix my face, she said as she adjusted her panties. I watched her go to the bathroom and then return stopping at her dressing table for a quick look in the mirror before heading to the door where we made our way back to the dining room and junior. Sorry, said Denise as she reached behind her back and unfastened the hooks on her bra and then pulled it off as her tits tumbled free. Junior didn't say a word, just sat there wide eyed for a few moments. Denise, I said, think you should play with your tits. Denise paused for a moment, then began to rub her tits individually and together finally pinching and pulling on her nipples. Have a girlfriend, I asked Junior. Yea, he replied, never once removing his eyes from his Mothers performance. You fuck her, I asked. Yea, answered Junior. Her tits as nice as Mom's, I asked? Almost, he said. Just then Denise moaned in a small climax, and I asked Junior if his girlfriend could get herself off by just playing with her tits. I don't know, he said. She open minded, I asked? Oh yea, very he said. Really, I said, think she'd like to get together with us and party? Don't know he said, she might. She bi, I asked? Don't know, said Junior. Denise, I said, take off your panties. Oh no Denise mouthed, but then moved her hands to the waistband and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. What do you think, I asked Junior, want to see Mom's pussy? Then not waiting for a reply, I motion Denise to move closer. Spread your legs, I said, and Denise opened her legs in front of us. Your girlfriend look this good, I asked Junior? No, I don't think so, he said. Well, like I said, if you want an invite to really party, I'll bring Mom here and we'll see, so it's up to you, I said. In the meantime, you'll keep away from Mom. You can look, but you can't touch, understood, I asked? And Denise, I continued, whenever Junior wants to watch you, you'll let him regardless of anything else, but you will not do anything special for him, I said. You understand me, I asked. Yes, said Denise, I understand. With that, I then left the house leaving Junior looking at Denise as she began to put her cloths back on and clean up in the kitchen. The following day I called Denise. Everything go okay after I left, I asked. Yes, I suppose so, she said. Junior bother you any? I guess not, but when I went to my room, he came in and watched me undress for bed and this morning I was up and dressed before he was, so I guess we're both following your instructions, she said. And what's his schedule, I asked? He's here for this week, then back to school, she said. Good, I said, you'll be just fine, and hung up the phone. About 3 weeks later I was contacted by Junior. Hi, remember me, he began. Yes, why wouldn't I, I asked in reply? I've been talking to my girlfriend, he said, and she's ready to party. Really, I said, how so. You know, you said, you and Mom and Claire and me. And, what are we doing, I asked, swapping? Yes, please, said Junior. So you want to fuck Mom again, that it, I asked? And Claire, she know about this, I asked? Not really, he said. Then fill me in, I said, and don't be playing games, I want the truth. Junior then told me that he mentioned that he knew of an older couple who liked to party, and thought it might be fun for them to maybe hook up with them and experience someone older. And Clarie's reaction, I asked? She was concerned that you are fat and maybe had bad breath. Anything else, I asked? No, just that Claire says no anal, that's all, said Junior. She know your talking about your Mom, I asked. No, said Junior. You planning on telling her, I asked? I don't know, he said, maybe. I got Juniors contact information and told him I'd get back to him in the next day or so. I knew that his father was home just then and would be leaving at the start of the following week, so I just waited for the days to count down before calling Denise. I also knew and had approved a raise for hubby, so I trusted that Denise would be aware of it by the time I called her. Denise, I began, any good news, I asked? Yes, thank you for the raise she said. You're welcome, I said. He's earned it, been doing well and turning in some good numbers. Now we just want to keep things going, don't we. I suppose so, she replied. Good, I said, then we're meeting Junior and his girlfriend, I said. What! shouted Denise. You heard me, we're hooking up with them at my place sometime soon. Also, the girlfriend doesn't know who you are, so keep it that way, unless I decide otherwise, I said. Denise didn't say good bye or anything else, just a click as the phone was hung up. I placed a call to Junior and we arranged for all of us to get together. I reminded him that he was to keep his mouth shut about Denise being his Mother, and that I would be calling the shots. He said that he was fine with it. The evening began with our meeting at a local steak place where Claire was introduced to us, and we to Claire. Claire was about 5'8" with long hair and an infectious smile. During dinner we talked about how Junior and Claire had met, and what they were studying and so on. After settling in, I asked Claire if she and Junior were roomies, or what. No, she said, they just dated and partied. By party, you mean that you two are intimate with one another, I asked. Yes, that too, she said. You two ever swap around in a group or anything like that, I asked. No, no not really they both replied. Now that we've all met one another, what do you think, I asked. Would be fun, said Junior. Claire, I asked? Yes, she said, think it could be fun and I'd like to try, if you all would. Sounds good to me, I said, intentionally leaving Denise out of the decision, just in case. We drove back to my place with Junior and Claire following behind. Inside I gave them the $.50 tour and we returned to the great room. I began by saying, you know Claire you and Denise could be twins in the boob department. You think so, she asked. Yes, sure do, I said. Tell you what, I continued, why don't you 2 show us, I said. You mean like strip, said Claire. Sure, why not, I said. A girlie show would be fun, wouldn't it, I asked no one in particuliar. Go on Denise, I said, why don't you begin. Denise moved her hands to the top button on her blouse and undid it, then the next and the next tugging a little on the tails of the blouse still tucked in her skirt. Claire, I said, help her. Without any hestitation she stepped closer to Denise and pulled the blouse from her skirt and then automatically reached to Denise's shoulders and slipped the blouse down her arms revealing her bra. Now lets see your bra, I said to Claire. She had a pullover top and wore it outside her skirt, so she immediately reached for the bottom and then pulled it up and over her head revealing her bra as well. Hmmmmm, I said to Junior, think I was right, what do you think? Don't know, but I think Denise is bigger he said. Maybe its the bra, I said, you know sometimes they trick you. Could be, junior replied. Claire, I said, check Denise's bra out. What do you mean, she asked. You know, I said, feel her bra and see if there's anything else in there besides her tits. I don't know, said Claire. Come on, said Junior, like this, and he stepped up to his Mother, Denise, and began feeling her tits. Claire continued to hestitate, but Junior then took her hands and placed them on his Mothers tits and moved them around a little. Denise, shuttered beneath the touch as Claire got a bit more agressive finally putting her hand inside the bra and around Denise's tit. Like the feel of her tit, I asked? Yes, said Claire to Denise, your tits are so full. As compared to yours, I asked. Yes, said Claire, aren't at all as big as Denise's. You going to show us, I asked. Yes, if you want, answered Claire. Yes, I said, I want to see your tits, adding Denise take Clarie's bra off. Denise hestitated a second, then stepped around and unhooked the bra and slipped it from Claire's shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. You like, asked Claire, as she cupped and lifted her tits pointing them in our direction. Certainly do, I said, want to see Denise's? For sure, said Claire as she stepped to Denise and unfastened her bra and pulled it from her. Denise's tits sprang free from there restricted space and began to bounce and swayed with Denise's every move as she somehow attempted to not cover herself, but not be as visible. Lets see how big your tits really are, I said to both women. Here, I called them, then had them stand behind a sofa and lean forward to support themselves with their hands and having their tits hang beneath them. I then stepped between them, and grabbed one of their tits in each hand and began to squeeze each and pinch their nipples. Junior, I said, lets see the ladies panties, shall we? Junior stepped behind Denise as she turned her face towards me with a pleading look as her son, Junior, stripped her down to her panties. I continued to kiss and play with both Denise's and Claire's tits while Junior continued and soon Claire's panties were also fully visible. Junior started to rub both Claire's and his Mothers ass then slipped his finger under Denise's panties and began to explore. You and your roomate ever fool around, I asked Clarie? No, no she repeated, not really. What's that suppose to mean, I asked as I pulled on her nipple. Well, I mean....her voice trailed off as I stretched her tit to the limit and let it freely bounce back. Clarie moaned as I asked, you ever look at each others pussies. No, she nervously replied. So what do you do, I asked her again as I squeezed her tit and continued to play with Denise's as well. We sometimes push or touch each others tits, said Claire. Like how, I asked. Like sometimes to see how we'll look with our tits pushed together or something like that, she said. Want to see Denise's cunt, I asked? No said Claire, not really. I smacked her ass and asked, you want her to see yours instead? Please, said Claire. Please what, I asked. I'm so wet, she volunteered. Denise, are you wet, I asked. She shook her head some as Junior continued to finger fuck her. I poked my elbow into Junior's shoulder and motioned that we both pull down the ladies panties. With a nod of my head, we both stripped off their panties. Claire, I said as I pulled her upright, look at Denise, and pulled Denise's ass a little more open. You think you look as good, I asked. Claire was silent, but continued to look at Denise's exposed asshole and swollen pussy. Go ahead, I said, touch her. Claire hestitated a bit, but then reached out and ran her hand over Denise's ass and circled to her inner thighs. Finger her I commanded, and Claire slipped her finger into Denise's open hole. She feel as good as you do, I asked Claire? I guess, she replied. Lets find out for certain, I said. Finger yourself, I told Claire. She moved her hand to her tummy, then lower and finally slipped her finger into her pussy. Now Denise, I said, taking her free hand and moving it towards Denise. Claire moved her and around a bit, then covered Denise's pussy and slipped a finger into her hole. Standing there now, fingering both herself and Denise at the same time, I reached to her nipples and began pulling on her tits. It wasn't long until Claire was on her knees in front of Denise, spreading her legs apart and fully exploring her with both her hands and mouth at the same time. Denise screamed with delight from Claire's attention as Junior moved behind her and began to finger her asshole at the same time. It was long before the four of us were a tangle of legs and arms and both Junior and I had the pleasure of pleasuring both women and enjoying the show as they pleasured each other. Needless to say, Junior continues to take and give special attention to his Mother.