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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.
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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.