Dear Readers, Thank you for reading this, my first attempt at writing
erotic literature. As of now I have no idea how long the story will be or
what all it will contain. I have quite a few ideas and I will gladly
entertain any ideas that you may have as well.
The chapters are identified, not by number, but by day and time of day.
Thus this is day 1, Thursday evening of the Revelation.
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"Revelation: Day 1 - Thursday Evening" (chiefx39)(1/?)
{exhib voy F+-solo MF mast}
"Ken, I'm feeling a little stiff and out of sorts. I really think I
need one of your massages. Do you feel like giving me one?" Karen, my wife
of 4 years, smiled at me and raised her eyebrows in a questioning look.
"Now? Here? Exactly what king of a massage are you thinking of?"
"Sure, and why not? My regular massage."
Thinking fast, I said, "Well, two things come to mind, first, we don't
have a bench and second, we don't have any massage oils." I was temporizing
and both of us knew it. I was not about to give Karen a massage with our
mothers in the same room!
Karen turned to her mother and asked, "Mom, do you still have that
massage table and some massage oil squirreled away in the gym?"
Kate paused in the process of putting her bikini top back on, looked up,
somewhat confused and said, "As a matter of fact I do. But, what do you
want a massage table for?"
"I feel a little out of sorts and stiff and Ken is going to give me a
massage. Ken is very good at giving massages, aren't you Hon?" And she
gave me that sultry, sexy look that tells me that she will get her way!
"Well, I.........Uh, Kate, You have a massage table? I don't remember
ever seeing one."
"What is this about a massage?" asked my mother.
"Seems that my daughter wants your son to give her a massage. Did you
know that Ken gives massages?"
"No. Something he 'picked up in college', no doubt? But if he is any
good maybe he can give us all a massage. How about that Ken, are you a
good masseur?"
"Well, I...."
"Oh, he is good, very good! I make him give me a massage at least once
a week. It's very relaxing, you should try it."
The whole time this exchange was taking place I was just standing there
like a dunce at a loss how to try and manage what was quickly becoming a
catastrophe. What in the hell was going through Karen's head?
"Well, Ken, the massage table is a portable model that I bought when
Josie and I were going through our 'reduction' program. Our personal
trainer was a certified masseur as well. You'll find it in the storage
closet off the gym and there may even be some massage oil as well."
Finished with putting her top back on she said, "Karen, come with me and
we'll bring it up, it's not all that heavy but it is a little bulky."
"So, my dear son, tell me about your new career as a masseur. Are you
thinking of switching careers, or is this just a thing between you and
Karen, hmmm"? Mom looked at me with a smirk on her face, her hands on her
hips and topless! I found it hard to look her in the eyes!
Trying to regain control of what I perceived as a quickly deteriorating
situation I finally managed to look Mom in the face and said, coherently,
"No, I'm not thinking of switching careers, it is just something I picked
up in college. It's no big deal, not at all. But I'm very interested in
hearing about your personal trainer who was also a certified masseur. How
old was he, what did he look like, how often did he give you massages, and
was he any good?"
She chuckled, "Those are things which I do not intend to discuss with
you at this time. Besides, we were talking about you and your massages
anyway."
"Hey, Babe, look at this." Kate and Karen returned with the massage
table and a box. I'm no professional but the table was, a Golden Ratio
Master Bodyworker and the box contained an unopened gallon container of
BioTone Dual Purpose Crème. Nice!
"Well, ladies, this is a very good table and the massage crème is
excellent too." Looking at my Mom with what I hoped was a leer; I said,
"Appears your certified masseur had good taste." To which my mother stuck
her tongue out at me.
We opened the table and dusted it off. I set the height for 29 inches
and adjusted the headrest to Karen's preference. I started to move it out
in the center of the room but Karen interrupted. "No, Babe, lets move it
over here." With that she pulled the table over and placed it so that the
end of the table was pointed directly at the bar with about 4 feet
separation between the bar stools and the table. I was beginning to see
what Karen had in mind; I really didn't want to do this.
Having no more excuses that I could quickly think of I turned to Karen
and giving her what I hoped was a no-nonsense look suggested that we both
empty our bladders before starting and also get some towels or something to
put on top of the table cushion and her. Maybe I could still talk some
sense into her if I got her alone for a few minutes.
With a goofy grin on her face she nodded her agreement and as we turned
to go I said, "Mom, if you are making drinks would you make a martini for
Karen and an Absolut and tonic for me?"
Mom said, "Sure. Kate what'll you have?
In the bathroom, I said, "Karen, have you completely lost your mind,
what in the hell do you think you are doing? You actually want me to give
you, not just any massage, but one of your massages with our parents in the
same room watching us?"
"Why not? I suspect that they will more than enjoy watching you give me
a massage."
"They'll enjoy it or you'll enjoy it? I'm just not sure, this just
seems... well weird is the best word I can think of."
"Yeh, well maybe a little out of the ordinary but I don't think I would
exactly call it weird. Watching you ogle your Mom and mine this afternoon
was out of the ordinary but not weird. Come on, Babe, why not? Trust me,
it will be okay, I promise."
"This afternoon was both out of the ordinary and weird. But I hope
you're right. Please, you don't really want your 'regular' massage.
Wouldn't it be better if we just went with a straight massage?"
"No, my regular massage and, if anything, make it a bit more erotic. I
want to show off your talents and I want to see how our mothers will
react."
"You do? Well I'll tell you how they'll react, they will get up, walk
out of the room and forbid us from ever setting foot in this house again,
that's how they'll react."
"Oh, stop it. You are acting like a juvenile. Now, start acting like a
big boy and let's get to that massage." She patted me condescendingly on
the cheek and left the bathroom.
The four of us, Karen and her mother Kate, along with me, and my mother
Josie had spent most of the day sunbathing on the deck and swimming in
Kate's pool. At some point in the afternoon, Karen decided that she wanted
a tan without any lines left by her bikini top. So, she took it off. This
didn't really surprise me as Karen is a bit of an exhibitionist. However,
I was very surprised when Kate also removed her top and then, eventually,
so did my mother. For me, this was a very interesting and stimulating
development. I mean here I was trying to maintain my cool while; just feet
away from me were my wife, my mother-in-law and my mother lying topless in
front of me. Damn!
Then, as it started to get cooler toward the evening hours, we came in
the house to have a drink and something to eat. That was about 90 minutes
ago. Even after we came back in the ladies remained topless. I had a hard
time trying to concentrate on what I was eating. I think I bit my tongue
at least twice. Now, to makes matters even more complicated, my wife wants
me to give her a massage, not just any old massage, no thank you, but one
of 'her' massages with our mothers watching.
Kate, my mother-in-law, is a photographer/videographer. She lives in an
older part of the county in a home that has been passed down in her family
since the 1800's. It was built out of native stone in roughly the center
of 15.5 acres of some of the prettiest wilderness in the county. Along
with the house and land, She inherited quite a sum of money from her
parents and her husband. Kate had only been married 6 months when her
husband died of a heart attack. He never lived long enough to see his
daughter born and Kate never remarried.
She has undertaken major additions to the original house including
adding a complete new wing on the house containing her office, filming
studio and home theatre on the first floor, a gym in the basement and a
guest suite on the second floor. She has also added a 40 x 60 deck that
butts up to a ½ scale Olympic sized pool. Also built into the deck is a
hot tub that holds 12. Off to one side of the deck is a pool house that
contains two guest rooms upstairs that can be converted to one large
opulent suite, a nice recreation room/bar/lounge on the ground floor and a
basement for all the pumps and machinery for the pool. The external
architecture of these additions is in keeping with the original
architecture of the house and also constructed out of native stone.
Oh, yes, I almost forgot that she also had the original carriage house
behind the main house remodeled (inside only to keep the original external
architecture, thank you) to be able to park up to 6 cars out of sight and
out of the weather. The carriage house in now connected to the main house
by an enclosed and heated walk.
As a professional Kate is quite well known, not only for her commercial
work for some major and minor corporations and companies, which commands
good money, but also for her passion (no pun intended) for artistic
erotica. Her work is in great demand and is presently being shown in
several galleries around the Country, including the local Galther Gallery.
She is also known in some exclusive circles for her personalized erotic
videos and stills made on commission for a discerning clientele.
Diminutive at 5' 4" and 125 pounds, Kate is quite outgoing, friendly and
gregarious with a wry sense of humor. And, while not a raving beauty, is
certainly a very attractive 46-year old woman who keeps herself in really
fine shape. She also happens to be my mother's best friend and a wonderful
mother-in-law.
Her daughter, Karen and I met in college in History 101. We started
dating almost immediately and, 4 years later, after graduation we were
married. Karen is 26 but she could easily pass for a 20-year old. In many
ways, Kate and Karen are so alike that if Kate was a bit younger or Karen a
bit older, they could easily pass for sisters but not twins.
Karen is about the same size as her mother at 5'4", 121 pounds. She has
black hair, black eyes and an olive complexion dictated by her mother's
Greek ancestry. Karen is striking. Not only is she very attractive, but
she also has a vicious wit and an unconscious sense of presence and poise.
When she is in the room, she automatically becomes the center of attention.
I have to admit that I am completely smitten with Karen and after our first
meeting decided that there was no way that I was ever gonna lose her to
someone else so I married her first chance we got.
Me? I'm a nondescript 28 year old with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm
about 5'10" and 165 pounds in reasonably good shape but certainly no
Adonis. Karen tells me that I am "handsome, in a cute sort of way." I've
never been able to get her to define what that means but I'll take her word
for it. She loves me and that's enough for me.
My mother Josie is 51. I was born the year after she graduated college
as a behavioral psychologist. Until I was 14, she was a stay-at-home Mom.
Once I was in high school she returned to work part-time and then, 4 years
later, just after I graduated Dad was killed in an industrial accident. It
hit both of us very hard but for Mom is was especially difficult. For
several years after that she mourned. She quit work and did little else
but feel sorry for herself. I had already enlisted in the Army and for the
next two years, was stationed overseas. I made sure I called Mom at least
weekly but was not much help to her. During that period Mom leaned heavily
on our family for support, especially her sister Jill, otherwise I doubt if
she would have made it.
Mom is 5'6", a natural blonde with a baby doll face and figure. Her
normal weight is about 115-120 pounds, but during that period after Dad
died, she had ballooned to 170 pounds and looked and dressed much older
than she was. After being discharged I came home to help out and, on
scholarship, entered college close to home so that I could at least get
home a couple of times a month. My being able to get home and Aunt Jill's
visits helped out. But when I met Karen, I didn't say anything about our
relationship to Mom because I didn't want to add anymore to the load she
was carrying and I was afraid of jinxing a good thing.
Fortunately Karen's home and mine are only about ¾ to an hour driving
distance apart. After freshman year, when Karen and I were home for the
summer, we each told our mothers about our relationship. After a long
phone conversation between Josie and Kate, it was decided that it would be
a good idea for all of us to get together and get to know each other. Kate
invited Mom and me over for a cookout and swim. Thankfully, Kate and Mom
hit it off from the very start and it was shortly after the cookout that
Mom decided to try and shed her extra weight and get back into some sort of
shape. She joined a local gym and made a gallant effort to get in shape
but she didn't much like the gym or the attitude of the people there. It
was at this point that Kate offered to let Josie work out at her house and
set her up with her personal trainer. It only took Mom about 6 months to
bring her weight back down to 115 pounds and to regain much of her old
figure and personality.
At our wedding, Mom looked terrific. As a matter of fact I probably
spent as much time fending off the wolves hitting on my mother as I did
lusting after my wife. Mom and Kate now work together. Mom draws on her
knowledge of behavioral psychology and people in general to help Kate land
contracts for commercial work and for shmoozing the clients. Kate and Mom
are best friends. Now, with her weight loss and improved attitude and
outlook, Mom could easily pass for being in her early 40 to mid 40's.
My wife Karen is a bit of a free spirit with an outgoing personality.
She loves life and enjoys trying new things. We "fit" personality-wise
even if we are of different temperaments. This results in some "very
spirited" discussions and disagreements, we never go to bed mad at each
other. Sexually, she is a warm and adventurous lover and, as I've already
noted, has a bit of an exhibitionist streak, which she shows infrequently.
Today is a good example. She has never before openly and directly
exhibited herself to other people, especially our parents, but she does
like to go around the house with little or nothing on and to 'innocently'
flash once in a while in public. So, while somewhat surprised that she
would remove her top while sunbathing with our mothers present, I wasn't
shocked. However, it did come as a huge surprise that both our mothers
would also remove their tops, especially, my mother who up to now, has
always seemed to be somewhat more reserved and conservative than Kate. It
appears that since becoming friends with Kate, she has begun to loosen up
more. I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on that woman!
Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining, not at all. I did enjoy the
sight of 3 pairs of nicely shaped and sized boobs on display especially
since one pair belonged to my mother and another to my mother-in-law. I
would have liked to spend some time loving each pair but only one pair
"belonged" to me, the other two pair were outside my reach. Those pretty
boobs got to me and I spent much of the afternoon trying to conceal a
hardon and trying to decide whether my Mom and Kate also shave their
pussies like Karen does. I suspect that I did not do a very good job of
concealing the hardon because I was aware that all three of the ladies took
note of the bulge in my suit and, under cover of their sunglasses, took
time to size it up, so to speak.
Anyway, when Karen and I returned to the lounge with the towels, Mom had
finished making the drinks and was just finishing putting her bikini top
back on. Ignoring me and looking directly at Karen she said, "Are you sure
that you want Kate and me to stay to observe Ken's technique or should we
just leave you two in private?"
Having placed the beach towel on the table, and before I could say
anything, Karen turned toward my mother and said, "No, Josie, I want you to
stay, by all means. You will be impressed with your son's skills as a
masseur, I promise you." Mom looked at Kate, who looked at Karen and me and
nodded. Mom was standing, leaning on the bar with her left elbow and her
drink in her right hand. Kate was sitting at the bar, legs crossed,
leaning on it with her right elbow and a drink in her left hand. Both
women had an 'ok, show me' look and posture.
Sensing a dead issue, I took a deep breath, another sip of my drink and
said, "Okay, Babe, hop up on the table. One massage coming up."
Karen took a healthy slug of her drink, gave me a quick kiss and a grin
and laid face down on the towel and made herself comfortable. I made the
final adjustment to her headrest and took the other towel she had handed me
and carefully draped it across her naked buttocks. Evidently the placement
of the towel was not to Karen's liking. She reached down and pulled it
higher on her buttocks. From Josie and Kate's vantage point the towel now
didn't do much more than give the appearance of covering her. Each could
easily see under the towel and had a fairly unrestricted view of Karen's
shaved pussy. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kate look at Josie with a
slight grin on her face and a raised eyebrow and Mom just smiled and
shrugged in return.
Taking a healthy slug of my drink, I set the glass down on the bar,
walked around to the head of the table, put some massage crème into my
hands and rubbed my hands together. I took a deep breath and began the
massage on Karen's neck.
While in college I took two elective courses in massage, one was the
technique of Swedish massage and the other was Reflexology. I found that I
actually liked giving massages and that I was pretty good at it. I was in
constant demand throughout my junior and senior year as the guy to see if
you had aches and pains or if you just wanted to have a relaxing hour.
While nothing I studied taught erotic techniques of massage, with Karen
as my client I quickly discovered a few tricks that I could use to relax my
female clients both physically and sexually. One reason I was so good at
giving erotic massage was that I practiced regularly on Karen. After a
time, and at Karen's suggestion I also practiced my techniques on several
of Karen's girlfriends as well. In particular, Karen had a girlfriend
named Gail who was somewhat overweight and not that attractive but who was
a really nice person with a wonderful attitude and personality. Karen
thought that since Gail rarely dated and had virtually no sex life, apart
from her vibrator, I should occasionally "help" her out by giving her a
'relaxing' erotic massage. So, it more or less developed that once a week
Karen and I would visit Gail and I would treat her to a massage, after
which Gail would be 'completely' relaxed and satisfied. The only condition
that Karen attached to her letting me practice on Gail was that she also
had to be in the room for the massage. I know that watching me give Gail a
massage turned Karen on and, I suspect, turned Gail on as well. Karen
would sit and watch and her eyes would not leave my hands and what they
were doing. Once in awhile I would see her lightly rubbing her breasts or
her crotch while I was massaging Gail. In every case, after leaving Gail's
room she would attack me when we got back to our apartment and the sex was
wild and wonderful. So, not only was Karen a latent exhibitionist but also
a voyeur as well.
Finished with her neck, I moved over to Karen's left arm. I used
Swedish techniques on the muscles of the shoulder, upper arm and forearm
and Reflexology technique on her hands. Using Reflexology on her hands and
feet causes Karen to act wiggly (as she describes it). She says it
sometimes tickles and she can't help wiggling around a bit. A consequence
of her wiggling in this case was that the towel covering her seemed to rise
even more up off her buttocks, improving the view for our mothers.
Knowing that Karen was making sure that our mothers could see her pussy
and knowing that our mothers were watching with some interest began to work
on me and I felt the beginning of a hardon. I still had my bathing suit on
and while it was loose and somewhat baggy, it would do nothing to conceal
the fact that my dick was getting hard. This is just what the hell I
needed right now. When we came in from sunbathing I thought I had that
under control but, as has been the case so many times in the past, Old
George has a mind of his own when it comes to when he will wake up and
stretch!
Okay, I had to cross over to the other side of the table to work on
Karen's right arm. When giving a massage you should always remain in
contact with the client when changing position. The rational way to cross
over in this case was to move across to the other side by way of the head
of the table and retain contact with Karen by keeping my hand at her
shoulder blades mid-point of the back but that would put me in full frontal
view of Mom and Kate. I could take the "long way" around by way of the
foot of the table and that would put my back to the ladies. Head of the
table - hardon is in view, foot of the table - not in view, okay, what the
hell, head of the table it is!
I squared my shoulders and started around the table. I looked over at
Mom and Kate and smiled. Kate nodded and smiled back. Mom looked at me,
smiled and then let her eyes move down to look directly at my hardon.
Found out! Well nothing to do but get on with the massage. Taking the
time to apply more cream to my hands I worked on Karen's right shoulder,
arm and hand. Again, more wiggling and more towel shifting.
During massage, as she relaxes, Karen tends to make soft moaning sounds
when something I am doing feels especially good. Karen began to moan. I
glanced out of the corner of my eyes to see how our mothers would react to
Karen's moans. Both Kate and Josie exchanged looks and became even more
attentive to what I was doing. Up to this point the massage had been
routine and standard, by the book so to speak. However, from this point on
things were going to deviate from textbook a bit.
I would normally move down to the foot of the table to work on Karen's
lower back, back and sides. This gave me the best angle and I was able to
make the deep muscle strokes by leaning slightly forward and using the heel
of my hand in an upward and outward stroke followed by a softer downward
and inward stroke using my palm and fingers. However, this would block the
view of our audience. So, throwing all caution to the wind and whispering
"what the hell" to myself, I moved instead back to the head of the table. I
would simply reverse my strokes. If Karen wanted me to put on a show for
our mothers, a show they were going to get.
The position the towel was in now would interfere with the massage. I
simply looked at it for a Moment as if I wasn't sure what I was going to do
and slowly reached down and removed it completely, dropping it on the floor
at the side of the table. When I did that Karen raised her head, looked at
me, grinned broadly and made a kissing motion with her lips. She wiggled
into a more comfortable position and, in the process, took the opportunity
to spread her legs even more.
Karen's ass and pussy were now fully exposed to our mothers. Not only
that, my hardon was beginning to become noticeable. If there was any
question before in our mothers' minds as to what type of massage this was
going to be it should be dispelled now.
I couldn't help myself, I glanced up to see what kind of reaction this
was going to elicit from our watching mothers. Both of them were currently
looking intently at Karen's pussy. Kate turned her head, looked at Josie
and leaned over and whispered something to her that I could not hear.
Josie got a smile on her face, nodded and started to look up. I quickly
looked back down so that they would not see me looking at them. All in
all, the did not look as if they were offended or upset by what they were
seeing - so far so good but how far could we take this?
I spread a copious amount of crème over Karen's back. Then I began by
stroking downward on both sides of the spinal column using the heels of my
hands until they reached the small of her back. Without picking up my hand
I spread my fingers onto the top of her buttocks and drew my flattened hand
sideways to her sides and, with the fingers and palm of my hand I drew it
very slowly up her sides. When I reached the area of the swell of her
breast, I moved my hand under her body, between her breast and the table
and brushed across the tip of each nipple. Karen obliged me by slightly
raising her body so I could reach the nipple where I slowly circled each
breast several times before again moving my hand out from under her and
back up to the spinal area. With each succeeding down stroke, I moved my
hands apart a bit more so that I could cover all the muscle tissue of the
back but I continued to draw my hands up her sides and continued to massage
each breast on the upstroke.
Each time I touched Karen's breasts she increased her moaning. I was
getting harder. There was no longer any doubt that both of us were showing
signs of sexual arousal. I was beginning to sweat, as much from the heat
of Karen's body as well as the physical exertion from the massage itself.
After making my last upward stroke and playing with Karen's breast a bit
more than before, I straightened up and looked directly at Mom and gave her
a big grin. Mom had a wry smile on her face and looked me directly in the
eye. Lightly shaking her head from side to side she moved her eyes back
down to Karen then back to my eyes, then she looked directly at my hardon
and again back to my eyes, she then took a deep breath and blew it out thru
pursed lips. She reached over, picked up her drink, took a sip, and
returned the drink to the bar. She then came around to the front of the
bar and sat on the bar stool. She brought both feet up and placed them on
the top rung of the bar stool, leaned back with both elbows on the bar
behind her and slowly allowed her knees to spread slightly. I nodded in
response and looked over to Kate.
Kate was sitting in the same position with her elbows on the bar but she
had her fingers laced together with the palms of her hands resting on top
of her breasts. She also had her feet on the top rung of the stool and her
knees were also open. She had droopy-eyed smile on her face and when she
looked at me raised one eyebrow as if to say, what comes next? I returned
her grin and slightly shrugged my shoulders.
I was now going to massage Karen's buttocks. I could not easily reach
them from my current position but I didn't want to block our audience's
view by standing at the foot of the table either. However, if I stood
directly in the center of the table, both ladies should be able to see
clearly if the leaned outward just a tiny bit. Also, since I couldn't
properly massage the buttocks from the side of the table, I would just have
to hope that I would not be blocking the ladies' view.
Leaning down, I kissed Karen's neck and moved to foot of the table,
while taking the opportunity to rearrange my cock to a more comfortable
position. Putting more crème on my hands I leaned over and began to
massage Karen's left buttock. I began with circular deep muscle strokes
using the heel of my hand, and as I continued to stroke her buttock I
gradually lessened the pressure by using cupped hands and finally to
raising my hands until the strokes were made with only the tips of my
fingers and were just barely brushing the anal and genital areas. I made
it a point that each time I reached the anal and genital areas I would
linger a little longer. I did the same for Karen's right buttock. By this
time Karen was getting restless and moving her hips trying to get me to
linger longer on her ass and pussy. She was also spreading her legs more
and moaning more and louder.
I heard movement behind me. I turned my head slightly to see that Mom
had gotten down and moved her stool over a bit to the side so she could see
better. Waiting for Mom to climb back on the chair, I glanced to my left
but Kate hadn't moved and appeared to be able to see fine.
For my buttock finale, I took my hands and placed one on the inside of
each buttock where the gluteus maximus meets the adductor magnus (ass meets
the leg) and slowly with medium pressure, stroked both upward and outward.
Karen loves this when I do it because it spreads her pussy wide open and
exposes the whole genital and anal area to view. With her pussy so
exposed, I leaned a bit forward and blew a long breath of air directly into
Karen's pussy and onto her asshole. When I was doing this I heard a gasp
and moan from Karen and a collective gasp from the ladies sitting behind me
as well as some shuffling sounds as if someone was moving, then some
whispering.
Not losing concentration I ran my hands up Karen's spine to about the
1st cervical vertebrae (neck) and very slowly using only light fingertip
pressure drew them back down the spine over her butt crack, across her
asshole all the way to her pussy. This was only a teasing touch,
indicating that more and better is yet to come. When we are at home and I
do this, I lean in and run my tongue down her ass crack, linger for a bit
on her ass hole and shove my tongue up her pussy several times.
Karen was getting more aroused. And so was I. Her pussy was showing
signs of becoming wetter and she was beginning to sweat. Her moans were
louder and coming more often. She shifted a bit and in the process opened
her legs even wider. The smell of pussy was noticeable in the room and all
the time I was getting harder. All in all, this is fun!
I heard more whispering from behind me. Since I had to put more crème
on my hands before starting on Karen's feet and legs, I casually turned
slightly to look at Mom and Kate out of the corner of my eye. The first
thing I noticed was that both Kate's and Josie's nipples were rock hard and
almost poking out of the fabric in their bikini tops. Kate's suit was of a
thin material that made both her breasts and nipples quite visible. My
Mom's suit was a bit thicker but her nipples also stood our prominently.
Both ladies looked a bit flush and their breathing seemed to be faster and
shallower. Their knees were now spread wide open and there looked to be a
darker patch on the crotch of each suit. They had their heads close
together and were whispering to each other. Looks like the ladies are
getting into the spirit of things!
The purpose of an erotic massage is to titillate until it is time to
consummate and, along the way, to give a good massage as well. I had begun
the process of titillation but we were still a long way from consummation
so now I concentrated on the massage of the feet, calf and thigh. Erotic
massage should build step by step. You build some sexual tension, and then
level off; you build more sexual tension, and level off again, and so on. I
used Reflexology techniques on each of Karen's feet and, as I noted before,
Karen finds this technique to be "tickling" (is that an adjective?) and
especially where it concerns her feet. It is not uncommon to hear giggles
mixed with the moans. For some reason I cannot fathom, I find the giggles
when mixed with the moans to be sexually stimulating. Does this mean I
have a tickling fetish?
I prepared to massage her right calf. To do this I would normally stand
at the bottom edge of the table, have her bend her leg at the knee and,
resting the instep of her foot over my shoulder, massage the calf. Today,
when I had her leg resting against my chest I moved slightly to the right,
which resulted in her pussy being even more open and visible to our
audience. From where I was standing it was obvious that Karen was very
aroused. Her pussy was becoming wetter and the pussy lips were beginning
to swell up. If you looked closely you could even see her clit beginning
to become more prominent. I knew that Karen was getting off by showing her
pussy to our mothers.
Not surprisingly, one of Karen's major erotic zones is the back of the
knee. I found that for many women this could be a very erotic area if it
is caressed and stroked very lightly and sensuously. With Karen, very
light strokes in that area will drive her crazy. Therefore, I just stroked
up and down the calf making sure that I lingered on the back of the knee
with just very light brushes of my fingers. When I finished massaging each
calf, I leaned down and, with my tongue licked behind the knee. Karen
shuddered and moaned louder. I crossed over and did the same things with
her left calf after which she started to quiver.
Now for the thighs, a real fun area. Karen's legs were already spread
quite wide, however I tugged her left leg a bit more moving it toward me a
few inches. Taking my time, I spread more cream on my hands and lightly
over Karen's left thigh. Then, using long strokes, I ran my hands up the
back and outside of her thigh and crossing over to the inside of the thigh,
back down to the knee. Each time I ran my hand up the thigh I went a
little higher so that when I moved across to the inside of the thigh my
hand would be a bit closer to Karen's pussy. By this time Karen was
getting more excited and moaning even louder and raising her hips to try
and meet my hand. I made sure that on the last two or three strokes I just
brushed across her pussy.
By now I had a full hardon of quite sizeable (for me) proportions. I
wanted to readjust it to a more comfortable position but didn't want it to
be evident what I was doing. So, I left it alone.
As I moved around the table to get into position to do Karen's left
thigh I took the time to readjust my hardon so that it was more
comfortable. I looked at Kate and Josie and gave them a smile. Mom was now
leaning forward on her stool with both hands in her lap. She had a
definite wet spot on her bikini bottoms and her nipples looked to be as
hard as nails. Kate was leaning back with her left elbow on the bar and
making slow circles over her left nipple on the outside of her bikini top.
Her right hand was in her lap but I couldn't tell what that was doing since
she had her knees tightly closed. Both ladies looked at my hardon and
smiled a guilty smile in return.
When I started doing Karen's left thigh I positioned myself so that I
could see our Moms out of the corner of my eye. Karen was becoming more
and more aroused. She squirmed more as my hands came closer and closer to
her pussy and her moaning was becoming more pronounced. Out of the corner
of my eye I could see that Kate was now leaning back with both elbows on
the bar behind her and she was using her fingers to rub her nipples through
the bikini top. She also had her feet on the top rung of the chair again
and her knees were open and she definitely had a wet spot on her bikini
bottoms. My Mom was now leaning back with her left elbow on the bar and
her body a bit turned in the chair. She had her left hand rubbing her left
nipple through her top and, with her feet also on the top rung of the
chair, her right hand was lightly touching the wet spot on her bikini
bottoms. Well, all in all, this seems to be going swimmingly!
I was really enjoying watching both Kate and Josie get turned on by this
massage. I thought I might be able to prolong it a bit more. I knew that
I could really turn up the heat when I had Karen roll over on her back.
So, with a final stroke up the thigh I crossed over to the inside of her
thigh and quite deliberately and openly again dragged my fingers over
Karen's pussy.
Slapping Karen lightly on the ass, I stood up and said, with authority,
"Okay, Babe, turn over, time to do the other side!"
Turning and looking directly at Mom, I said, "Mom, could you freshen my
drink? Karen, you want another?"
"I think we could all use a fresh drink." With that comment, my Mom got
down from her chair and walked behind the bar to make the drinks. Kate
didn't move and when I looked over at her, she looked back at me, looked
down at Karen's pussy and then over to my hardon and back again to my face
and gave me a big smile. All the while running her fingers over her
nipples. I looked at her hands on her nipples and then slowly back to her
face, raised one eyebrow and returned her smile.
Karen, slowly and lethargically rolled over on one elbow and, taking the
drink that Josie handed her, took a healthy slug and handed it back to me.
I took a sip of my drink put both of them on the floor, picked up the towel
from the floor and wiped the sweat from my face. I then took the towel and
wiped the sweat from Karen's face as well bringing me a great big smile
from my wife.
Karen rolled over on her back, combed her fingers through her hair, gave
a big sigh and placed her arms by her sides and snuggled into a comfortable
position. I readjusted the head support so that her head was slightly
raised (as she likes it). She smiled, reached up and pulled my head down,
kissed me and whispered, "I need to get off, make sure I get off. I love
you." and closed her eyes. I glanced over at our Moms and saw that Josie
had climbed back on her chair and was now sitting in the same position as
Kate, who, after taking several sips from her drink, moved back into her
previous position. They were looking at each other without speaking but as
if wondering where this was all going to end up.
I started out slowly by paying a lot of attention to Karen's face. The
face is loaded with nerves, and proper massage of this area is very
important in helping the client both relax and have a general feeling of
well being. Karen is especially sensitive in these areas and by using
light sensuous touches mixed with lightly probing the nerve junctures she
can actually become sexually aroused. So, I spent some time particularly
in the area of the ear and jaw on the tentorial branch, ophthalmic,
maxillary, nasociliary and mandibular nerves.
Seeing Karen relax and her position soften, I moved down to the sides of
the throat and upper chest and shoulder area. I took my time because I
wanted to relax Karen a little more and build a bit of tension preparatory
to actually massaging the breast area.
Karen's breasts are absolutely perfect. Smallish but well sculpted and
perfect in proportion to her build, I can spend hours licking, sucking and
fondling them - unfortunately not right now. Loading up with crème, I
massaged the sides of her chest. I moved my hands slowly along the base of
each breast and lightly up and over each nipple several times. While
massaging the chest area and the upper abdomen, I stand at the head of the
massage table and lean in over the female client. This permits me to make
the long deep strokes that are most effective in this area. It can be
quite erotic since it brings my cock in very close proximity to the
client's head. When I massage Karen, we are both naked and it often
happens that when I lean over Karen will begin to play with and lick my
cock. Today, I was just waiting to see what she was going to do.
Looking up as I caressed Karen's breasts and stroking her nipples I
noticed that both Kate and Josie were quite openly playing with their own
nipples and the wet patch on both bathing suits was even more pronounced.
They were both flushed, breathing faster and shallower and watching my
hands and the bulge in my suit with even more attention than before.
Then I felt two hands sliding up my legs and under the leg openings. I
jumped at the touch and started to pull away but Karen grabbed ahold of my
suit and tugged me back to the table. I knew that she was going to start
playing with my cock with our mothers looking on and not wanting to make a
scene I was going to let her. As I massaged her breasts and titillated her
nipples she took hold of my cock and fondled my balls.
I looked up at Kate and my Mom and both were intently watching Karen's
hands inside my suit. Mom was playing with her nipples through her bikini
top. Kate, on the other hand, had both her hands inside her top and she
was rubbing and pinching her nipples. When she glanced up and saw me
looking at her, she smiled and reaching behind her neck, undid the tie
holding her bikini top letting it drop open and once again exposing her
tits to me. Then she licked the tips of first one finger then another and
sensuously began to rub them around each tit.
Mom saw me looking at Kate and, turning her head to see what I was
looking at seemed somewhat surprised when she saw that Kate was openly
playing with her tits. Looking back at me, she paused for a second then
reached up and undid the tie on her bikini top and let it fall open as
well. Mom has really nice tits. Smiling at me she reached up with both
hands and then leaning back on her elbows just started rubbing her fingers
over her nipples. I'd really like to spend some time sucking those tits!
As I glanced back over again at Kate, she had her legs splayed wide open
and the bikini bottom was so wet that when she spread her legs her pussy
was clearly revealed through the material - it was evident that she too
shaved her pussy.
Taking a good quantity of cream I covered Karen's belly. I began to
massage her stomach from just under the base of her breasts to just above
her pubic area. Starting with small circular motions I massaged in ever
increasing circles on either side of her belly button using a whole hand
circular technique with moderate pressure making sure that I would
occasionally brush just above the top of her vagina. While Karen played
with my cock and balls inside my suit, I reached down and deliberately
allowed my fingers to occasionally linger at the top of her vagina.
Finally, I stroked down so that the fingers of each hand were about halfway
down on either side of her pussy lips and then I slowly and gently pulled
them outward spreading her pussy lips open and revealing almost all of
Karen's pussy to our mothers.
Now I could actually hear Kate and Josie's breathing and the smell of
pussy was quite prominent in the room.
Standing up, I removed Karen's hand from inside my suit. I adjusted my
cock to a more comfortable position and moved around to the midpoint of the
left side of the table. I took more crème and prepared to begin working on
Karen's right thigh. I looked at Karen's crotch and her pussy was very wet
and swollen. It looked very much as it does after a good bout of fucking.
The odor of arousal was quite strong since I was only a few feet away from
three very wet and aroused pussies. Not thinking it possible, my hardon
got bigger and harder. I made no effort to conceal the fact that I was
readjusting my cock inside my suit. It was possible that if I kept this up
much longer, I was going to climax without any outside help.
Since I had more or less stopped the massage, Karen had raised her head
to see why I had stopped. When she saw what I was looking at, she smiled
and looking at me winked then looked at our mothers, winked and nodded her
head. She put her head back down on the table crossed her arms over her
eyes and spread her legs a bit more.
Wanting to be able to see what our mothers were doing while I massaged
Karen, I angled my body slightly to the right and applied the crème to
Karen's thigh. This time I switched my strokes. When I working on the
back of Karen's thighs I stroked upward on the outside of the thigh,
crossed over and stroked downward on the inside of the thigh. This time I
stroked upward on the inside of the thigh, crossed over and downward on the
outside of the thigh. With each stroke upward I came closer and closer to
Karen's very wet, exposed pussy. With each stroke upward Karen would raise
her hips to try and meet my hand but I wouldn't let that happen, not yet.
As I came closer and closer to her pussy, I raised my head slightly to
see what Kate and my Mom were doing. I especially wanted to see what they
would do when I started to openly play with Karen's pussy. I deliberately
ran my hand up Karen's thigh and not stopping, brushed lightly up her
pussy. I crossed over and ran my hand back down the outside of the thigh.
Karen brought her hands over to her breasts and began rubbing her breasts
and pinching her nipples.
Kate and Josie continued to watch Karen's pussy and what my hands were
doing. They were expecting this and just seemed to become a bit more
aggressive in rubbing their nipples. I moved my hand back down Karen's
thigh and once again up and, once again over her pussy. I did this for 6
or 7 times and then crossed over to the other side of the table and began
massaging Karen's left thigh in the same manner as I did on her right
thigh. As I massaged her thigh, with each stroke I brought my hand over her
pussy and she was now raising her hips more and more and moaning louder and
louder.
I looked up to see that Karen was looking at me and smiling. She
winked, nodded her head toward our mothers, closed her eyes and laid her
head back on the couch. I looked over at our mothers and got even harder
than I was before. Kate had pulled the ties on the side of her bikini
bottoms open, dropped the front of the suit and with her feet on the top
rung of the stool, with her knees spread wide, was openly fingering her
pussy and playing with her nipples. Her eyes were partially closed but
when she saw me watching her, she pulled her finger out of her pussy and
slowly inserted it into her mouth and licked it clean of all its juices.
She then, very slowly smiled at me and reinserted her finger back into her
pussy.
I looked at my Mom but she had her eyes closed. She had her hand inside
her suit with her feet on the top rung of the stool and her knees spread
wide. And she too was playing with her pussy while playing with her
nipples. She looked as if she was only a short time from reaching a
climax.
Forgetting all about any appearance of continuing the massage, I
encouraged Karen to open her legs even more. I reached down and taking
some more crème applied a liberal portion directly to Karen's pussy and
began to play with her. I inserted two fingers directly into her pussy and
slowly began to rotate my hand while stroking it in and out. At the same
time I found her clit and using the circular motion she loves stimulated
it.
When Karen is stimulated she has a prominent clit, I've never actually
measured it but I would say it sticks out about ½ to ¾ of an inch, it will
actually protrude outside the outer lips of her pussy. When it is like
that she likes to have it slowly rubbed in a circular motion until I feel
her first contractions from her pussy, then she wants it tugged on and
rubbed between my fingers.
Knowing how Karen likes to have her nipples licked and sucked while
playing with her pussy, I leaned down and began to suck her left nipple.
Since I was using both hands to play with her pussy and clit there was one
nipple not being stimulated. I felt Karen bring her left hand between us
and start playing with her right nipple.
While this was going on Karen was able to reach down the front of my
suit, take ahold of my cock and slowly stroke me. It was not easy inside
the suit but she is a gamer and wasn't about to let go. I raised my head
off Karen's nipple and turned my head so that I could watch our mothers
while continuing to masturbate Karen. Both our mothers now had their eyes
wide open, switching between watching me play with Karen and Karen stroking
me. Mom had pulled her bikini bottom down and kicked it off. God, mom
shaves her pussy too! Three naked shaved pussies - delicious! Both Kate
and my Mom had their feet on the top rung of the chair with knees wide open
and were working their fingers in and out of their pussies feverishly to
reach a climax.
All this time, nothing had been said, no one wanted to waste any breath
on talking but now Kate spoke up, "Take it off." I stopped playing with
Karen's pussy. "What?" "Your suit, take it off, let us see!" You are
watching us; we want to watch you, right Josie?" You want to watch my
daughter give your son a hand job?" (A long pause) "Yes. I can't believe
we're doing this but, damn, I'm hot. "Do it son, take off your suit, I
want to see!"
With that kind of encouragement, what's a guy to do? I stood straight
and took off my suit. My cock stuck out further and harder than I can ever
remember. No, I don't have a 12-inch long 6-inch diameter cock. I've
never had the audacity to actually measure it but it is a respectful size
and Karen seems to think it does the trick for her. But today, it damn
well felt as if it were 12x6.
When I stood up and looked at Mom, she just smiled and nodded her head.
"Pretty! You look good, Son." "Thank you Mom." And that was all that was
said. Karen stuck her hand out and I reached down and put some crème in
it. She then took my cock lightly in her hand and very slowly began to
stroke me.
I redoubled my efforts on both her pussy and her clit, never taking my
eyes from watching our mothers get themselves off. Both were watching
Karen and me get each other off, the smell in the room was pure sex and
delicious. I was getting ready to pop and Karen wasn't too far off either.
I looked over at my mother and she had her eyes closed, her head back and
was furiously plunging one hand in and out of her pussy while stroking her
clit with the other. She opened one eye saw me watching her and whispered,
"Oh damn!" And she came, and came and came. It must have taken her a good
3 or 4 minutes of contractions and belly rolls before she slumped down and
exhaled a long sigh while slowly and lightly rubbing over her clit with one
hand while petting her nipple with the other. A sleepy eyed wide smile
crossed her face. I wasn't going to be able to last much longer; this was
just too damned hot!
No sooner had Mom come than I felt the first contraction of Karen's
pussy. I dropped my head back to take her left nipple back into my mouth
sucking on it like a very hungry baby. I increased my attention to her
clit, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger and tugging on it when she
let go a loud shriek and her pussy contracted so hard it trapped my
fingers. Like Mom, Karen's climax seemed to go on for long minutes but her
contractions were so strong I started to loose feeling in my fingers. When
Karen and I fuck and she comes, her pussy contracts so hard that I can't
move my cock in or out. I've never before felt a pussy that contracts so
delightfully. Once she comes, you are there for the duration and loving
every contraction. Now, while she was coming, Karen had stopped stroking
my cock, I had a reprieve.
"Ken." I looked up, Kate was looking at me, fingers moving furiously in
and out of her pussy and stroking her clit. "I'm gonna cum. Cum for me.
Let me see you cum when I cum.
Karen, relaxing now that her climax was over, raised her head and looked
at her Mom and started to again stroke my cock.
"Now! Ken, now. I'm cummin!" Karen immediately increased the speed of
her strokes and that was all it took, when I saw what Kate was doing, and
after watching my mother cum and feeling Karen's contractions as she came I
shot off. It felt like every bodily fluid I had in me was lined up to
shoot out the end of my cock. I came like I never had before. How many
times? Who the hell knows? All I know is that the first spurt completely
cleared the table and almost hit Mom on her tits. Karen, in complete
control of my cock, turned it slightly so that it was aimed directly at
Kate and, like a machine gun, I shot spurt after delicious spurt directly
at Kate. Some hit her on the chest, one almost got her pussy, and a couple
on her stomach and legs. I figure I had about a dozen contractions and
most of it hit Kate.
Kate's first contraction caused her to throw her head back and then
double forward as if she had been hit in the pit of the stomach, over and
over again her contractions doubled her over but she never stopped looking
at my cock as it shot off directly at her. Her legs were splayed wide open
and I could see her perfectly formed pussy as she came. She said not a
word, just watching my cock. I noticed that Mom was also watching her cum.
The thought hit me that maybe Mom had a little bi in her, she really seemed
interested in what she was seeing. Karen kept stroking me as I came but
the head of my dick became so sensitive I had to remove her hand from my
cock.
After having shot everything there was to shoot, I simply folded up and
collapsed onto the floor. My fingers pulled loose from Karen's pussy with
an audible pop. My hand was covered in delicious smelling Karen cum and I
just had to take a taste. So, popping my fingers into my mouth, I turned
so Karen could watch me clean her cum off my fingers. She smiled.
My Mom was still slumped in her chair and lightly rubbing her pussy and
nipple. Kate was out of it; she was slumped backward in the chair, her
head leaning back and both her arms hanging straight down. It looked as if
she had passed out.
I immediately knew that we were going to have to do this again, or
something very much like this. It felt too good to only do once. I wanted
more, but not for a while, I had nothing left.
Reality set in. I had just participated in something that was going to
forever change my relationship with Karen, her mother Kate and my mother
Josie. What kind of change would there be? Would it foster or ruin my
relationship with these women? I was beginning to be scared so I just sat
there and with my mind running wild and looked at Mom, Kate and Karen and
found that even though I had just shot every bullet in my gun, and I was
now having second, third and fourth thoughts about what had just happened,
I was starting to get turned on again! This is impossible, I can't be
getting turned on again, it jest ain't natcherl, what in the hell was I
thinking?
Karen was the first to get up. She swung her legs over the side of the
table and prodded me with her feet. I looked up and she was smiling at me,
the relaxed, "I'm sexually satisfied" smile that I have so often seen.
And, she winked. Then she deliberately turned her head in the direction of
our mothers and smiled even broader.
Kate was just beginning to stir; Mom was still slowly stroking her pussy
and nipples and, when she saw Karen and me looking her way, smiled in
return. "Well, that was interesting. So, what else did you learn in
college Ken?" A great icebreaker, I had to laugh and it felt good to let
all the tension that was building up go with the laugh.
"Isn't that enough?"
"Yes, I think it is." And, with that comment she finally dropped her
hands and stood up. "What say, another drink anyone?" And she moved behind
the bar, making no attempt to cover up, as if this was just another day.
"A round on the house." We looked over and Kate was slowly rubbing her
hands in the cum that I had sprayed all over her. "Karen, sweetie, hand me
one of those towels. I think your husband got a little carried away trying
to impress us with his virility."
"Now wait a minute Kate, I may have the gun but your daughter was aiming
it."
"Oh, that's right, I remember now. Karen, shame on you. Are you trying
to tell your old mother that she needs a more interesting moisturizer for
her old dry skin?"
"Kate, I definitely do not believe that your skin is either old or dry.
It looks pretty damn good from here." Now, why in the hell did I say that?
"Why, thank you sir, a most gallant comment." She smiled, and after
wiping off the cum, walked behind the bar with my Mom.
I reached down to get my suit and stand up to put it on. "No, stay
naked." This from my Mom who was coming around the bar with two drinks in
her hand. One she handed to me, the other to Karen who was still sitting
on the table.
"Excuse me; you want us all to say naked or just me?"
"You bet I do, all of us. We all just participated in an activity that
we have to come to terms with. If we all jump into our clothes now it will
seem as if we are running away from what just happened. As if we are
ashamed of what we did and are trying to hide ourselves. It probably
wasn't the healthiest thing we could do but it isn't the worst thing we
could do either."
I was surprised to hear my mother say this but I shouldn't have been.
Once a behavioral psychologist, always a behavioral psychologist. I was
already harboring quite a bit of guilt since I felt that I was directly
responsible for how this all came about. True, Karen was the one who
wanted the massage but I was the one in control of how it finally turned
out. I looked at Mom and told her what I was feeling, how I was sorry that
I had let this get out of control. Karen didn't say a thing; she sat on
the table with a half-smile on her face attentively watching the dialog
between my mother and myself.
"Nonsense." This from Kate. You are no more responsible for what
happened than Karen, your mother or me. We all participated, we all
enjoyed what happened and none of us should feel the slightest guilt about
what happened. It was fun."
"But,"
"Mom is right. It was fun and if anyone is to blame it should be me.
I'm the one who started this today by sunning topless. I was hoping that
Mom would also go topless because I know you wanted to see her tits and I
wanted to see how you would react. And boy, did you react. That was the
really nice hardon. It was a bonus when your Mom also showed her tits." I
think it's true that all men secretly have a sexual fixation on their
Mom's; I would if I were you. Your Mom is a sexy doll!"
"But..."
"You talk to much Ken. Just let it be. Enjoy what we had today. I've
secretly always wanted to know what you looked like nude and now I know.
Karen, sweetie, does he always get that big?"
"No, Mom, although he comes really close. I kind of wish he would have
fucked me with that cock. It really felt nice when I was jacking him off.
As a matter of fact, it looks like he may give us another look at it. Ken,
are you still horny?"
"I wish you two would be more respectful of my son. I know him and
right now he is having a guilt trip and at the same time finds that three
nude women are starting to get him hard again and, being naked, there is
nothing he can do to hide it." "Ken, just enjoy life. What we did today is
not much different than what we all do separately. I masturbate, Kate
masturbates and you two masturbate, separately and jointly and you have
sex. So, what did we really do that was so bad? We showed off for each
other, we allowed other people to see us naked and enjoying masturbation,
we enjoyed watching each other get off, a mother saw her son's cock and
watched him shoot all over her best friend, a son watched his mother and
mother-in-law play with their pussies and tits, a mother watched her
daughter get fingered by her husband, a daughter not only watched her
mother and mother-in-law play with their pussies and tits, but helped her
husband shoot all over her mother, a husband and wife masturbated each
other for their mothers. Was it nasty? You bet. Was it sexy?
Absolutely. Was it satisfying? Well, it was for me. Will it happen again?
Maybe not. Do you want it to happen again? I think I do."
"Ken, as I get older I find that the barriers that I always stood behind
are either disappearing or lowering so that I can step over them." In the
old days, I had quite a few sexual hang-ups, some of which I will not
discuss at this time and maybe never. Some of my old sexual hangups like
masturbation, voyeurism and exhibitionism are gone. They no longer exist.
You have to understand that at this stage of my life I no longer worry
about what people think. In the privacy of my home or here in Kate's home
I will do what I feel and say what I think. It is not my intention to
embarrass you or make you think badly of me but if I feel like lying down
and spreading my legs so you can see my pussy, I may just do it. If I feel
like pulling down your pants and looking at your cock, with your permission
of course, I may just do it. If I get horny and feel like sitting in the
chair over there and getting myself off, I may just do that as well.
"I don't want you to think I've gone completely off my nut or that I am
a slut. It is just that there are not many more years left to me where I
can enjoy sex and sexual situations that I missed out on before. I intend
to find out where my real barriers lie. What actions or sexual situations
I am not going to engage in. And, as I search for them I intend to have
fun. Today was fun. Does all of that shock you? I hope it doesn't but if
it does than I'm sorry."
There was an extended period of silence where all of us just tried to
digest what Mom had just said. The first sound I heard was the sound of
hands clapping coming from Karen and then also from Kate. "Josie, great
speech. Ken, honey, listen to your mother, she knows what she is talking
about." "That was well-said girlfriend; wish I'd said it. But that is
exactly how I feel as well."
I just stood there feeling somewhat stupid. Here was my Mother,
motherin-law and wife telling me that they were sexual animals and they had
every intention of enjoying their sexuality while I, the male of the
species, was the one with hang-ups and acting like an "old lady" - how
humiliating. Know what; there ain't no pockets in which to put your hands
when you're standing nude with the beginnings of a hardon showing. Damn
hard to act casual.
"Well, since I seem to be seriously outnumbered and out maneuvered what
can I do but humbly acquiesce to the wishes of the three ladies in my life
that I love dearly. I can't say that I can as easily adapt to your
philosophy, although I would dearly love to, it may take a little more
adjusting for me."
Karen, leaned in closely and, sotto voce, said, "I don't know about your
mind, but your cock seems to be ready to adjust to the philosophy, you are
starting to get hard again," and she kissed me, very nicely if you must
know.
Shit. Damn traitor! Here I was trying to find the high ground and all
it took to throw my morals into the trashcan were three nude women. Oh,
the weakness of men, how easily seduced!
To move off this topic, I suggested that we take the time to get
something to eat since it was now well past 8 and I hadn't eaten since 1 or
2. This suggestion was warmly received by all present and we decided to
throw two frozen pizzas in the oven and make up some salad. Kate went down
to the wine cellar and came back up with three bottles of wine. Karen went
to take a quick shower and I helped Mom get dinner ready. All this time we
remained naked. All this time my cock insisted it wanted to reassert is
former glory. I struggled mightily against the temptations of the flesh
and managed to keep it from getting out of control but it was not easy, not
easy at all.
In time the pizzas were ready and we enjoyed a nice relaxing dinner of
pizza, salad and wine. We sat around in the nude and actually had
conversation without our nudity being the prime attraction. I even managed
to get George to pay attention and lie down and go to sleep for a while.
Although George is ever the light sleeper, ready to spring awake at the
slightest urging, he was for the nonce, quiet and acquiescent to my wishes.
Mom was curious how I came to take courses in massage in college. She
wanted to know what that had to do with my physics major. I explained that
since I had to take several non-related electives one semester I found
myself with a choice between massage, music appreciation (English medieval)
or public speaking. Of the three, massage was the one I was more
interested in. About halfway into the course I found that I really enjoyed
it and, for some reason, probably my rather large hands, I was good at it.
Besides, I used to practice on Karen and she quickly found she rather
enjoyed it too. With that Karen piped in with the comment that she was
directly responsible for my development of the erotic massage techniques I
use. It was her belief that a massage should be total. A client should
come out of the massage totally relaxed, including sexually relaxed.
Mom then asked how many people I had massaged. I estimated about 25
women not counting Karen and 9 or 10 men. When I noted that I had massaged
men, Kate wanted to know if I gave them an erotic massage as well. My
response was no, nor did I always give erotic massages to women. Most of
the massages given to men were part of the practical application sessions
in the courses themselves and none of the participants were nude. Only
when Karen approved did I give an erotic massage to women and then most of
them were Karen's friends.
Karen then went on to explain that the women she permitted to receive an
erotic massage were close friends of hers that were experiencing sexual
frustration and she recounted the story of her friend Gail that I massaged
weekly. Since Karen had brought it up I went on to tell that Karen was
always in the room when the massage took place and that she enjoyed
watching Gail or the other women get off and after we got back to the
apartment how she would attack me and how good the sex was.
Both Mom and Kate found that amusing and wanted to know how many of
Karen's girlfriends were repeat clients of the erotic massage. Karen said
only six of the girls received the erotic massage and at one time or
another all of them were multiple recipients. Mom wanted to know if any of
the six were still receiving the erotic massage and Karen said yes, two.
Both lived in the area, were married but not happily and their sex drives
were much higher than their husbands. By letting them receive erotic
massages they get rid of much of their frustrations and reduce the chances
of having affairs or having marriages end in divorce. What Karen didn't
say was that both of them are also having sex with Karen and myself, in
combination and singly. This was not something I was going to volunteer to
our mothers unless Karen brought it up. I think that Kate may have
suspicions that Karen was bisexual but I was not sure and until it became
an issue was not going to mention it.
Mom looked at me and said, "Today, when you were 'massaging' Karen, she
was jacking you off. Is that what you do when you are by yourselves and
did or do any of your lady clients also jack you off when you are massaging
them? Without hesitation Karen interjected "Always when it is just he and
I. Sometimes the girls will jack him off and sometimes one or two will
suck him off." With that comment, George awoke and began to rear his head
again. And I was mortified that Karen was telling this to Kate and my
mother.
"Oh, really, how interesting." Said Kate. And you don't mind that
another woman is either jerking Ken off or sucking his cock?
"Remember Mom, that I am there when he is massaging these women. I am
in control of what goes on. And, no, it really doesn't bother me; it is
quite a turn on to see some woman sucking on Ken's cock and swallowing his
cum or jerking him off till he comes on their tits." What Karen didn't add
was that almost always after the women had sucked me off, Karen would lean
down and French the woman and they would swap my cum or she would lick my
cum off the woman's tits following which she and Karen would have a nice
session of lesbian sex usually terminating with me getting hard again and
fucking the woman while she and Karen were engaged in 69.
A period of silence followed with Mom and Kate exchanging glances. I
dreaded the next question - someone was going to ask if I fucked any of my
clients. How was I going to answer that one? Better yet would Karen
answer it in her always-truthful manner? Karen just doesn't lie. She will
tell you the truth whether or not you want to hear it, that is just how
Karen is. If you don't like the answer, you shouldn't have asked the
question. Oh, well, it probably will come up sometime.
"Look, it's getting late. Why don't you all stay here tonight and we
can finish off the wine and you won't have to drive home. We have plenty
of room, I can make up the bed in the upper guest room for you Josie and
Karen and Ken can have the guest suite over the studio.
To which, Karen responded, "Not a bad idea. We accept. But why bother
making up the bed in the guest room? You have that king-sized bed, why not
just let Josie bunk with you?
"Good Idea, Josie do you mind bunking with me tonight?"
"Certainly not. Now, who wants a refill?"
As Josie was refilling my glass, I felt a light touch on my right leg. I
moved my leg a bit but the touch reappeared. Karen was sitting across the
table from me and Mom was sitting on my left. Being a little slow it took
me a Moment to realize that it was Kate's hand resting on my thigh. She
slowly and sensuously began to run her fingers up and down my thigh upon
which prompting George came to full alert and stood and stretched.
As we sat there in silence, sipping on our wine, Kate looked over at me
and said, "Well, Ken, feel a little better about today or are you still
hung up on what we did?"
"No, I'm no longer hung up on it. I really enjoyed today. You and Mom
are two very sexy ladies and I feel privileged to be able to see you and
lust after you in my heart."
This brought laughs from both Mom and Kate and a raised eyebrow from
Karen. It also caused Kate's hand to begin to wander a bit more toward
George's habitat. I felt my pulse increase and was beginning to worry
about what Karen or Mom would say if they knew that Kate was in the process
of playing with my cock.
Mom said, "Well, son, you are pretty nice to look at too, especially
when you are standing a full attention. Tell me how are you doing right
now; are you still hard?
At this point Kate met George and a happy meeting it was. Kate wrapped
her fingers around my cock and very slowly began to move her hand up and
down, pausing every couple of strokes to rub her thumb over the opening in
its head. It was a very exciting feeling to be jacked off under the table
by my mother-in-law. I think that Karen suspected what was happening
because she started looking a bit more closely at Kate and surely noticed
that her one arm was under the table.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I am somewhat. I simply cannot sit her and
see such beautiful boobs without getting aroused all over again. I don't
have that kind of control."
Karen looked at her mother and said, "Mom, do you want to open the last
bottle of wine or save it for another day?" as she leaned forward looking
pointedly at Kate's missing arm.
Kate let go of my cock and slowly moved her hand back into her own lap,
"Oh, let's save it, I for one have had enough alcohol for one day." "Ditto"
said Josie, I think I have had enough fun for one day. I'd like to go get
some sleep and I think that Karen may have ideas for Ken. Besides, knowing
my son he will have to mull all of this over and get his head straight with
the concept that you, and she nodded at Kate, and I are sexually active and
have far less reservations and hang-ups than he has imagined up till now.
So, goodnight and I love all of you." With that Mom got up and gave each of
us a kiss goodnight, lingering a little longer with me than with the others
and using quite a bit of tongue in the process.
We all said goodnight to her and as she was leaving the room, Kate said,
"I'll be right there Josie, I just want to put these things away and give
Karen and Ken a kiss goodnight."
"Mom, don't worry about cleaning up, Ken and I will go that. Just go to
bed."
With that Kate went over to Karen and gave her a hug, tit to tit and
kissed her and it looked like a little tongue was involved there too. Then
she came over to me, patted my cock and gave me a kiss that rivaled the one
my mother had given me. Of course, I reciprocated. We all said goodnight
and she followed Josie to bed.
Karen looked at me and laughed. "Well, was the massage a good idea or
what?" Let's clean up quickly and get to bed. I want that cock in my
pussy!"
I wanted to get this very confusing day straight in my mind. This just
wasn't rational, this was just not right. I could not get my mind wrapped
around today's events. What in the hell was going on? I really wanted to
get to the bottom of this but, George took control and we cleaned up, went
to bed and fucked like two wild animals.