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 Title: That Sinking Feeling


Summary: A mother, a son, his wife and a king size bed.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot



   My quarterly get together with some old school friends usually got
pretty rowdy, but in the taxi home and struggling to stay awake, I couldn't
remember the last time I'd actually been this drunk.

   Nearing our house I thought of the words my wife had uttered earlier in
the night.  Not the 'don't drink too much' advice, but the 'I've got some
news Alex; you're not gonna like it,' comment.  Why she hadn't just told me
then and there on the phone, I had no idea?  The 'I don't want to ruin your
night,' explanation doing nothing to allay my anxiety.

   "We're here," spoken loudly woke we from a sleep I hadn't realized I was
entering and I found my cheek pressed against the fingerprint smeared glass
of the cab window, making a note to wash my face before bed.  The outside
of our apartment was in darkness and with my forehead pressed against the
door for balance and using my phone for illumination, aligned the key with
the hole and entered.  Proud of myself for navigating the threshold
relatively noiselessly.

   Well after midnight I wasn't surprised to see our living room in
darkness but as I passed the kitchen, the light from the fridge illuminated
a familiar red satin nightie my wife often wore, her barely covered ass and
legs, protruding from inside the doorway.

   Nothing more alluring than a drunk man reeking of alcohol feeling you up
from behind unexpectedly, I mused as I silently entered and crept up behind
her.

   "Looking for this?" I romantically whispered as I rounded the open door,
one hand diving between her legs from behind, cupping her surprisingly
panty-less groin, my fingers pressing hard into the lips of her labia.  The
other sought out a boob, immediately feeling the hardness of a nipple amid
the softness of her breast.

   Two things entered my mind even before I realized my mistake.  Pubic
hair and big boobs.

   My wife had neither.

   "Oh God Darling, no!  It's me!" The startled, familiar, yet out of place
voice answered and I hurled myself backwards in shock.  It was not my wife!

   "Jesus Christ, Mom!" I gasped, clutching the bench-top behind me for
support.  "What the fuck are you doing here?"

   She turned to face me as the light in the hallway came on, followed
instantly by the kitchen's and Jacinta entered tying a robe around herself,
far more suitably dressed than my fifty five year old mother.

   "Language Alex," Mom chastised me before closing the fridge behind her
and approaching.  The kiss she gave me on the cheek had more gravity
considering what had just occurred and I looked back at my wife for an
explanation.

   "She's staying with us for a little while," Jacinta acknowledged my
dumbfounded expression.  "It's what I was going to tell you earlier."

   I wished she had!  I looked back at Mom, clearly wearing my wife's
nightie, her breasts straining against the satin.

   "Oh, I borrowed this to sleep in," Mom acknowledged where my eyes had
settled.  "Jacinta offered it!" She followed up as if excusing the sexy
nature of the attire.

   I was still coming to terms with feeling up my own mother and shook my
head to clear out irrelevant thoughts.  "Ok, first things first.  Mom.  I
didn't know it was you, I swear," I offered, feeling my face redden and she
smiled dismissively.  I noticed Jacinta cock her head, brow furrowing out
of the corner of my eye and I didn't look forward to explaining what had
happened moments before.  "Secondly, why aren't you at home?"

   It was a fair enough question.  Her house, my family home being only a
few suburbs away, what she was doing staying in our one bedroom flat was a
pertinent issue.

   "There was a sinkhole," she matter of factly replied and I had to ask
her to repeat it to enable my inebriated mind to register.  "A sinkhole,"
she explained.  "It happens!"

   "In Florida!" I challenged.  "Not in L.A."

   "Apparently the mains had been leaking for an extended period," Jacinta
contributed.  "So the fire department says anyway."

   "And this happened today?"

   "This afternoon," Mom admitted.  "It was all I could do to get out
alive!"

   "Well not exactly," Jacinta brought some levity.  "I picked her up.  The
rear of the house has definitely sunk and we're prohibited from entering."

   "I had to leave all my stuff!" Mom added.

   "Hence the..."

   "...Nightie," my wife and I spoke simultaneously.

   The events of the previous minute had done a great job of sobering me up
and I poured a glass of water from the tap to encourage it.

   "I'm sure I'll only be here a night or two," Mom detailed as I turned
back to look at her.  It was uncomfortable considering her attire.  The
nightie I'd bought Jacinta myself, choosing it because of its sexiness. 
That it was on my mother and that to be honest, she was wearing it so well,
was disturbing in a whole manner of ways.

   "Exactly Kathy," Jacinta agreed.  "Who knows, we may even be able to go
inside tomorrow and get you some clothing."

   "So you didn't even have time to grab anything?" I skeptically
questioned.

   "No!" Mom replied.  "One minute I was...well, occupied, and the next the
walls are moving and the floor was caving in beneath me."

   "Fuck," I conceded.

   "Alex; language," Mom scolded me.  "All I had was a sheet around me!"

   "What?" I looked at Jacinta as I noticed her nodding.

   "It's true, but don't worry Kathy, you can borrow anything of mine while
we get you back on your feet," Jacinta offered.

   "So you're on the couch?" I asked, trying to get the whole situation
square in my head.  How Jacinta thought this could wait until I arrived
home I'd never know?

   "Yes, you won't even know I'm here I promise," Mom proposed.

   *

   "All the pajamas you own and you give her THAT nightie to wear?" I
whispered to Jacinta as I came out of our en-suite bathroom.

   "I didn't, she chose it!" She defended herself in equally hushed tones.
"What happened in the kitchen?"

   I felt myself blush again and was thankful the room was in low light.

   "Oh God, I don't even want to talk about it," I offered.

   "One moment I hear you banging at the front door and the next, your
mother's screaming!"

   "She wasn't screaming!" I defended myself.  "And I thought I was pretty
quiet coming in!"

   "Are you serious?" Jacinta chuckled.

   I climbed into bed beside her and she turned off the bedside lamp, the
room plunging into relative darkness.

   "So she was naked when you got there?" I enquired.

   "Uh huh, the Fire Department had given her one of those shiny blankets.
Seriously, all she was wearing was a bed sheet," Jacinta elaborated.

   I pictured Mom wearing the satin nightie, her nipples standing to
attention from being half way inside the fridge.  Then (innocently of
course) picturing what she'd have looked like wrapped only in a sheet and
quickly tried to put it out of my head.

   Jacinta snuggled into my side and I placed an arm around her.

   "What else have you given her to wear?" I asked, kissing the top of my
wife's head.

   "Nothing yet, why?"

   "Oh nothing," I paused.  "It's just she's a little, you know, more, you
know?" I stumbled.

   Jacinta turned her head up to face me and even in the darkness I could
see she was smiling.  "No.  What?"

   "I don't know, more...busty."

   She laughed and returned her head to the previous position.  "Oh you
noticed?  God Alex, she was literally falling out of my nightie."

   Another thing I noticed was Jacinta's hand that had been absently
stroking my stomach had crept onto my swelling cock.

   "Will you have to lend her underwear?" I tentatively proposed.

   Another hushed laugh and she kissed my chest.  "I mean I guess; she
won't fit my bras obviously.  I'm sure she'll go buy something if we cant
get into the house anyway.  What's with this?" Jacinta changed the subject,
easing my now fully erect cock from my shorts.  "You can never get hard
after one of your drinking sessions!" She observed.

   "I don't know," I admitted, loathe to think it was the images of Mom in
my wife's underwear that had encouraged it.  "What did you expect, you were
touching it!?"

   "Hmm," Jacinta mused.  "Wouldn't be all this talk of panties and boobs
would it?" She questioned as she began slowly masturbating my length.

   I didn't have the chance to confirm or deny as a light knocking came
from the door before it partially opened.

   "Yeah Mom?" I called across the room as Jacinta pulled the sheet across
my cock.

   "I'm sorry to bother you two," she whispered for some reason.  "It's
just I need to use the ladies."

   "Go right ahead Kathy," Jacinta answered for me, I noticed not removing
her hand from around my dick.

   The light came on in the bathroom and I again caught the sight of my
mother from the rear, this time from a lower perspective.  The satin
nightie stretched taut, barely covering her buttocks.  No wonder I'd found
her pussy so accessible I mused as Jacinta resumed tugging on my cock.

   "What are you doing?" I whispered.  "She's right there." I added as the
distinct sound of a woman urinating filtered through the thin walls.  Not
any woman urinating I noted, my mother.

   "I know," Jacinta breathed, lifting her mouth up to mine.

   Was it the forbidden nature of our actions, kissing, masturbating, with
my mother in the next room?  Was it the risk of being caught?  Was it the
memory of similar when we were both still teens, behaving inappropriately
behind our parent's backs?  Who knows?  But as we kissed, the sound of my
mother pissing and my wife furiously jacking me off, the inevitable
occurred and I began to cum.

   Cumming quicker, more intensely than I could remember.  Jacinta moaned
in my mouth as she felt it shower her, her grip loosened as my seed
lubricated the shaft though her hand refused to slow.

   "Fuuuck, " I sighed as staggered breath left my lungs, my hips thrusting
to accentuate the orgasm.  The toilet flushed and Jacinta slid down in the
bed lifting the sheet across my torso to hide the evidence of the crimes
committed.

   The door opening, the bed illuminated by the bathroom light.  Did she
notice?  Jacinta barely able to keep from giggling as I watched Mom reach
to turn off the light-switch, the curve of her breast beneath her raised
arm.

   "I'll leave you to it," Mom whispered.

   "Goodnight Mom," I offered feeling cum running from my stomach down my
side to the sheet below.

   "Good night Kathy," Jacinta chorused, rising up to kiss me again even
before Mom had completely left the room.

   "You're so bad!" I scolded her as I tried to lower my shorts.

   "Just following your example," she defended herself.  "What are you
doing?"

   "I'll use them to clean up."

   "Ugh don't bother, I have to change the sheets tomorrow anyway," she
whispered, nestling again into my side, comfortable to fall asleep in the
aftermath of my orgasm.

   *

   I awoke to the sound of the toilet flushing and immediately thought of
my mother.  Jacinta exited the bathroom and noting I probably looked the
way I felt, smiled.  "I'll get you a coffee!"

   "What's the time?"

   "Nearly eight."

   "I'll get up," I stated.  Upon rising I didn't feel nearly as bad as I
usually did after one of those nights.  Probably due to the events upon
arriving home.  Throwing a t-shirt on I followed Jacinta into the kitchen.

   "See if Kathy wants a cup?" She proposed and with the sun well up I
walked to the living room.

   Expecting Mom to already be up and about, I was surprised to see her
still under the sheet on the couch.  Well partly.  With her back to me, the
sheet riding up on her hip, her entire rear was left uncovered.  I say rear
but to be clear, it was her ass.  The satin nightie had ridden up to her
lower back leaving both buttocks and the tops of her thighs exposed.  The
pale skin smooth, the dark shadow of the crack between, stark, enticing,
almost beckoning for someone (me?) to explore.

   Having marched in confidently, I now retreated slowly.  Loathe to wake
her lest she discover her indiscreet state.  Walking backwards my eyes
remained on her bottom.  My brain telling me to look away, my libido
overriding all moral and ethical dilemmas and demanding I stare at my
mother's exposed (and I wasn't shy to admit,) gorgeous ass.

   It was only when I reached the kitchen did I realize I had an erection.

   "I hope your mother didn't see that," Jacinta commented immediately she
laid eyes upon me.

   "Ah, no," I stammered.  "She's still asleep.  It's just my morning
erection." I lamely defended its presence and Jacinta raised an eyebrow.

   "About two hours late!?" She observed, and I prayed wouldn't find a
reason to go into the living room and discover my inspiration.  "Here's
your coffee."

   *

   The house looked worse than the description I'd been given and Mom was
particularly upset by its appearance in the cold light of day.  A temporary
fence had been set up around the property by the utility company,
partitioning off the obviously dangerous sinkhole.  The rear of the house
had completely sunk into the ground, Jacinta explaining it was far advanced
than when they'd left.

   "All my things," Mom observed.  "The furniture, the crockery, my
clothes. Oh goodness Alex, even your childhood toys, we were saving them
for your kids.  Oh no, the photos!" She was becoming more emotional the
more she thought of what was inside the house.  Literally sinking before
our eyes.  I put my arm around her and she accepted the embrace, resting
her head on my shoulder.

   "It can all be replaced Mom, don't worry.  And remember Jacinta and I
digitised the photos a few years ago," I consoled her.  I stroked the skin
of her upper arm, the yellow floral sun dress of my wife's leaving her
shoulders bare.  It was funny.  If not for the ample cleavage I ashamedly
spied as I comforted her and the fact Jacinta was walking towards us,
wearing that dress it felt I may've in fact been hugging my wife.

   "So there's conjecture whether it's the city's fault or ours," Jacinta
explained after discussing the sinkhole with a representative on site.

   "How could this have been my fault?" Mom made a sweeping gesture in the
direction of what was my family home.

   "They're just trying to pass the buck Kathy," my wife's legal mind came
into play.  "It's not your fault.  You would've seen excessive water use on
your bill if there was a leak and it must have been substantial as far as
the fire department are concerned."

   "So will my insurance cover it?" Mom asked.

   "Well, they'll have to cover your contents but the house itself, the
land.  It should be left to the city to compensate you," Jacinta advised.
"Don't worry," she reached out and touched my Mom's hand.  "We'll take care
of you, won't we Alex?"

   *

   "And you're sure you don't want to go clothes shopping?" Jacinta asked
Mom as we arrived home.

   "I couldn't bear it," Mom maintained, clutching a shopping bag of
toiletries.  "You don't mind me wearing your clothing for the time being do
you Love?"

   "No not at all," Jacinta honestly declared.  "It's kind of fun.  Like a
sister I never had," she admitted.

   I thought of the post shower morning.  Mom wrapped in a towel asking
Jacinta which of her panties she could wear?  My wife declaring 'any' but
entering the bedroom with her as I watched from the kitchen, imagining them
inspecting the lingerie drawer.  Passing panties between them.  Did my wife
possibly choose which knickers my mother was wearing?  I know she decided
upon the dress, hearing her suggest she'd look good in it.  And she did. 
And there was nothing wrong with a son admiring the way his mother looked,
I concluded.

   "Let me help you with that," Mom offered when Jacinta mentioned
stripping the bed as I was preparing lunch.

   "Oh that's not necessary Kath," my wife declared and I wondered if she
was thinking about the dried residue from the night before.  "You just
relax."

   "I can't," Mom stated.  "I feel like a third wheel.  Please let me
contribute," she appealed and not surprisingly, Jacinta relented.

   From the kitchen I could overhear their conversation, Mom remarking how
large our King sized bed seemed compared to the couch.

   "Oh gosh it's comfy," she stated and I wondered how much changing of
sheets was going on in there?

   "You want mayo on your sandwich Mom?" I called and followed up by
walking to the door of the bedroom to hear the answer.  My timing couldn't
have been more impeccable as Mom, on all fours up on the bed had her ass
aimed squarely at me.  I no longer needed to imagine the panties she'd
chosen as I gazed upon my wife's white lace boy-shorts, now decking the
ample buttocks of my mother.  Half her cheeks exposed below the french cut,
the sun dress sat up on her lower back almost as if purposefully placed. 
Between her thighs, the bulge of pussy, tempting me behind the gusset.

   I reminded myself it was Mom and wrenched my eyes from her bum to my
wife across the other side of the bed, smirking at me as she followed their
progress to her own.  I felt myself blush at being so blatantly caught red
handed creeping on my mother but Jacinta didn't dwell, moving on to
removing the pillow cases.  Mom however turned her head when she felt my
presence.

   "Oh I'll take it any way you give it to me Darling!" She suggested and
Jacinta struggled to stifle a laugh.  "Oh that didn't come out right did
it?" Mom acknowledged, seemingly suddenly aware of the position she was in
and backed off the bed.  "Mayo will be lovely Alex," she followed up and I
thought it was the first time in my life I actually saw my mother blush.

   *

   We wanted to give Mom some time alone and early afternoon Jacinta and I
took a walk around the neighborhood.  Our hands held, even so there was an
awkward silence between us for some minutes before my wife broke the
deadlock.

   "So which ones did she choose?" She questioned and I knew immediately of
what she spoke.

   "What?" I stalled.  "Which what?"

   "Oh come on Alex, my panties!" She laughed as she swung my arm
playfully.

   I felt my collar burning as I pictured my mother upon the bed.

   "Ah, the white lace boy-shorts," I admitted my infraction.

   "Hmm, you see a pattern?" Jacinta posed.

   "What?"

   "Well first the satin nightie," Jacinta stated.  "Now a pair of my most
sexy panties.  She could've chosen any of those cotton ones."

   "What are you suggesting?" I asked.  "And why are we even talking about
what panties my mother has on?"

   Jacinta was silent a moment longer.

   "I'm just saying, she seems to be going out of her way to look sexy,"
she declared.

   "Maybe she just likes nice things," I proposed but was curious myself
why Mom had borrowed those items in particular.

   "Remember what we spoke about a while ago?" Jacinta cryptically asked
and though it was vague, I knew exactly to what she referred.

   "You mean about getting a dog?" I joked, deferring the conversation.

   She laughed but her hand gripped mine a little more tightly.

   "No.  You know what I'm talking about," she steered me back.

   And I did.  An unfulfilled fantasy we had both harboured from the time
we met.  Never having the courage to go through with it.  That she was
raising it now could only mean one thing and involving only one other
person.

   "Babe, you're not serious?"

   Jacinta stopped our progress and turned to face me.

   "Alex.  I noticed you've been looking at her," Jacinta stated.

   "She's my mom!"

   "How hard you were last night!" She countered.  "This morning.  What you
don't think I knew half her ass was sticking out from underneath the
sheet!?"

   "Jacinta I..."

   "Shh.  It's ok.  It's kind of a turn on," Jacinta confided.  "Sharing
underwear with her.  Having her right there when I was masturbating you. 
It's hot."

   "I say again, she's my mother!"

   "And that's what would make it work!" Jacinta proudly proposed.  "We
haven't done it because we've always been scared another girl could come
between us.  It'd be entirely different with family!"

   I struggled to believe what I was hearing.  "Yeah.  It would be incest!"
I challenged and Jacinta rolled her eyes.

   "It's consensual, it doesn't count," she immediately countered.

   "You're serious!" I studied her and she seemed adamant.  "Tell me you're
joking?" I followed up and under such close scrutiny, I saw her face crack.

   "Well yeah," she admitted.  "Of course I'm joking," she laughed, I
noticed rather awkwardly and she turned from me to continue walking.

   I felt like a dick.  She wasn't joking at all.  She'd laid herself bare
before me and too proud to admit my own confused feelings over the last day
I'd embarrassed her into feigning a prank.  Made her feel a pariah.  But
how could I admit I shared her interest?  It wouldn't be her having sex
with a family member, it would be me.  No matter her opinion on the matter,
I would be the one committing incest.  And what was I even thinking?  Why
the hell would my mother want to participate anyway?

   The walk home was quieter than ever.

   *

   Mom had tidied around our apartment whilst we were out, offering to make
us coffees when we arrived home.

   "You were meant to be taking it easy while you're here Kathy," Jacinta
chastised her as Mom arched her spine, pressing her fingers into the small
of her back.

   "Oh I'd go mad just sitting around," she defended herself.

   "Did you hurt your back cleaning Mom?" I asked as she handed me a mug.

   "No, to be honest and don't think I'm not grateful, but I think it was
the sofa," she diagnosed.

   "Oh really?" I remarked, my mind picturing her bare butt on the edge,
Jacinta having obviously seen the same.

   "Well you can't sleep there tonight," Jacinta declared.  "You can take
our bed."

   I looked across to Jacinta wondering where she in fact thought we'd be
sleeping instead but Mom was first to object.

   "I will not!" She bluntly stated.  "I'm not kicking my son and daughter
out of their bedroom."

   "You two could share," I offered.  "I can take the couch."

   "Nonsense," Mom again protested.  "I could probably find a cheap hotel
nearby."

   "Oh no Kathy," Jacinta denied.  "We don't want you alone right now, do
we Alex?"

   I shook my head in accordance with what I thought were Jacinta's wishes.

   "No we'll think of something," she continued.  "As you said Kathy, it's
a King size.  Worst things worse we could all fit in there together!" She
laughed and her eyes flicked across to mine before looking back at Mom. 
"What say I open a bottle of red to breathe while we have a think?"

   *

   The third bottle was probably a mistake.  Jacinta was quite drunk and
Mom had become emotional talking about the family home and all our lost
possessions, all the memories now sinking away.  I consoled her as I'd done
that morning, innocently placing an arm around her shoulder as we sat
together on the couch, Mom enthusiastically accepting the affection and
snuggling into my side.

   "Mmm," she breathed in the scent of my t-shirt.  "That's a welcome smell
of the past."

   "Ooohkay!" I chuckled, drawing away from her slightly in jest to which
she playfully slapped my chest.

   "So why were you naked Kathy?" Jacinta openly questioned as she
unnecessarily topped up my mother's glass.  "It was the afternoon!"

   "Jac!" I scolded, raising my eyebrows.

   "No it's okay Alex," Mom acquiesced.  "I've not really told the whole
story have I?"

   She sat up from my side and I drew back my arm from around her as I
noticed Jacinta lean forward in anticipation.

   "I was in your old room Alex," she confessed and it immediately struck
me as odd, linking her nudity and my old bedroom.  "There was a groaning
sound and then the walls were moving.  I ran to the door but it wouldn't
open."

   "And you were nude?" My wife added, seemingly fixated on that aspect of
the story more than any other.

   "Uh huh, I took the sheet off the bed.  By that stage the floor was
sinking and I tried the window which thankfully opened and climbed out that
way," Mom detailed.

   "So you were in Alex's room, what, sleeping?" Jacinta interrogated.

   "Oh no, it was only late afternoon," Mom answered, still not offering an
explanation for her nudity.  "I was," she lowered her eyes to the wine
glass and I could see her blushing for the second time in the day.  "Well I
was...relaxing."

   There was an extended moment of silence in the room before Jacinta broke
it.  "Oooh.  I understand," she smiled as Mom raised her eyes.  Jacinta
making a locking gesture at her lips and throwing away the imaginary key.

   I had no idea what was going on and said as much.  "But why didn't you
have clothes on?"

   Both women looked to me incredulous.

   "Oh Alex, really?" Jacinta laughed and Mom uncomfortably rose from the
couch beside me, unsteady on her feet.

   "Excuse me both of you.  I really have to pee!" She bluntly stated and
stepped over my outstretched legs on her way out of the room.

   Both Jacinta and I followed her clearly inebriated progress, our eyes on
the rear of her dress raised up onto her buttocks from sitting.  The
panties wedged tight between her peachy ass cheeks.

   "Are you serious?" Jacinta asked as she came over and straddled my lap
as Mom disappeared down the hallway.

   "What?" I cupped her buttocks, her pussy pressing down onto my cock.

   "Alex, your mother was in your room masturbating!"

   The revelation came as a shock

   "What?"

   "You seriously didn't get that from the story she just told?" Jacinta
asked me and I had to admit I hadn't.

   "She said she was 'relaxing' or something," I explained.  "That could
mean anything."

   Jacinta ground her groin hard along my growing erection.

   "Baby, your mother was in your bed fingering herself!" Jacinta bluntly
stated, leaning in and whispering the words into my mouth.  "She
essentially just admitted it."

   My dick was reaching its full potential and I encouraged it by running
my hands under Jacinta's dress, caressing her bare buttocks, the string of
her thong running between them.

   "She wants you Babe," my wife purred.  "We both do!"

   "I...you were serious today?" I questioned.  "The threesome?"

   Her enthusiastic nodding was answer enough but she followed it up.

   "Look Alex, it's no big deal," she suggested.  "The incest.  Everyone's
doing it."

   "Everyone?"

   "I've read about it.  Especially mothers and sons."

   "What about mother and son?" Mom asked from the entrance to the living
room.

   Jacinta pressed her cheek to mine as we looked at my mother.

   "Oh just sleeping together!" My wife openly replied.  "In the same bed I
mean," she laughed.

   Mom made a show of accentuating a yawn.  "We didn't get around to
talking about it, did we?" She stated.  "I can sleep on the couch if it's a
problem." She pressed her hands into her lower back to remind us of her
pain.

   "Nonsense Kathy," Jacinta replied

   "I put last nights nightie in the wash, I'll just need to borrow
something else to wear Dear," she proposed.

   "Oh I'm sure we can find something," Jacinta delighted.

   *

   After getting myself a drink of water and rinsing the wine glasses I
walked into our bedroom, Jacinta and Mom standing before my wife's dresser
in debate.  Entering the bathroom, I closed the door on their conversation
but the separation did nothing to silence their congress.

   "There's this one," I heard my wife propose as I brushed my teeth.

   "Oh no, I get so hot at night," Mom declined.

   "What about this?  It's..." Jacinta's words were muffled by the sound of
the running water and I didn't hear the rest of her comment.  I heard the
reply though.

   "Oh goodness, it IS very sheer isn't it?" Mom returned and I wondered
what my wife had offered her?

   "Oh don't worry about it, it's only us here Kath," Jacinta reasoned. 
"You're not going out in public."

   I lifted my t-shirt over my head and opened the laundry hamper and there
they were.

   "Jesus," I whispered to myself as I looked down on the panties my mother
had been wearing.  Ridiculously I felt an immediate stirring behind my fly
and I looked up at my reflection in the mirror.  She'd just taken them off,
I rationalised.  We'd seen her wearing them in the lounge room not ten
minutes before.  That very morning I'd seen her bare ass as she slept.  Did
Mom always go to bed 'commando,' so to speak?  I looked back down at the
white lace and then back at the bathroom door.  It was locked.  I was
alone. No one would ever know, I reasoned.

   With a shaking hand I reached down and gently swept the material,
opening the panties up somewhat, exposing the gusset.  They're your
mother's!  I internally screamed at myself but my cock gave me a big 'fuck
you' by swelling in my pants.  Oh what the hell, I thought and reached
down, picking up the delicate item and drawing it from its home.  They were
still warm.  The crotch damp.  "Jesus," I repeated for the second time, all
of a sudden seeming to have found religion as I raised them to my face.

   Strong.  Feminine.  Pleasant.  Too pleasant.  I stretched out the front
of my pants as I breathed in the scent of my mother's sex.  This was wrong.
So wrong.  But it felt so good.  I closed my eyes for a second, imagining
the source.  Her pussy pressed to the lace, the material cinched between
the cheeks of her ass, oh God, touching her asshole!  Stop Alex, I yelled
at myself, tearing the temptation from my face and throwing them back in
the hamper, my t-shirt over the evidence.

   I looked in the mirror and the erection tenting my front.  "Oh no," I
whispered at the thought of heading back out there in that state.  I
removed my pants and the pride displayed was even more noticeable.  The
option of quickly 'rubbing one out' to remove my problem came to me but I
settled on (and pardon my over sharing) forcing myself to pee to reduce the
swelling.

   It 'sort of' did the trick, reducing my cock to a semi-erect state that
would hopefully go unnoticed with a cursory glance and after flushing and
washing my hands I breathed deep and headed back into our bedroom.

   I needn't have been so thorough.  With the overhead light off, Jacinta's
reading lamp was all that illuminated the room and as I rounded the already
occupied bed, I realized my erection probably would've gone unseen.

   "So I guess I'm in the middle!" I stated as I climbed over my wife,
Jacinta lifting the covers as I did so.  She wore a little romper that she
knew I loved her wearing, the material so silky to the touch and hugged her
body perfectly.

   "We wondered what you were up to in there," Mom commented.  "Thought you
might've fallen in!" She giggled to herself.

   The lifting sheet revealed what Mom also was wearing to bed.  If the red
satin nightie had been Jacinta's sexiest, the white sheer babydoll she'd
loaned Mom tonight, wasn't far behind.  Laying on her back, it dropped just
below her hips and though the sheet didn't raise to expose her groin, it
was clear she hadn't replaced her removed panties.

   Almost immediately Jacinta turned off the lamp and the room plunged into
darkness before slowly my eyes adjusted.  Wife to the left of me, mother to
the right, a pillow each on our king sized bed, I stared at the ceiling
questioning the reality of my surroundings.  We were just sleeping
together. I told myself.  Not 'sleeping' together.  I was not about to have
sex with my mother.

   *

   "...trapped!" The voice woke me from a deep sleep.  I immediately
reached to my left to comfort Jacinta in her dream or nightmare before I
recalled my circumstance.  My touch roused my wife before again Mom shouted
in her sleep.  "...can't open it.  I'm sinking.." Her somniloquy continued,
Jacinta turning on the lamp.

   The sudden illumination brought Mom from her dream state but not before
a final exclamation of horror as I assumed she perceived herself to be
still in the house.  "...help!" She screamed as she sat up in the bed, the
covers falling from her chest.  I sat up beside her and raised a hand to
her shoulder as she looked at her surroundings, remembering where she was.

   "Mom, it's ok," I consoled her.  "You were dr.."

   "I was dreaming," she cut me off.

   "It's to be expected Kath," Jacinta added.  "You've been through a
traumatic experience."

   "Oh God it was so real," Mom trembled and Jacinta nudged me.

   I looked at her and she nodded towards Mom, making a wrapping gesture
with her arms and I understood she was insinuating I embrace her.  I'd done
it before of course.  At the house.  Earlier that night when she'd become
emotional.  In fact I think I'd given my mother more hugs in the last two
days than I had the last two years.  But in bed?  In bed when we were both
half naked?

   "Hey, come on Mom, lie down," I pulled back on her shoulder.  "You're
safe now, you're with us."

   With sleepy eyes she gazed upon me and then Jacinta and allowed herself
to fall back on the pillow.

   "Oh Honey," she whispered.  "It was so real."

   "I know, but it was just a dream."

   "I wonder," she began, turning her head to look again at Jacinta as if
for consent before looking at me.  "I wonder if you could hold me?" She
asked.  "Just until I fall back asleep."

   "Of course he will," Jacinta sanctioned and enthusiastically nudged me
again.  Did she have to be so obvious, I wondered?

   It was a surreal moment.  Mom turned her back to me and as I moved my
body closer to her, the lifting sheet revealed the nightie up around her
waist, her bottom completely uncovered.  Was she aware of how much of her
body was on display I wondered?  I didn't have long to contemplate as
Jacinta turned off the light and with Mom's head lifted from the pillow
awaiting my arm, I placed it under her neck and with the other, embraced
her torso.

   My chest pressed her upper back, my groin and legs far away from the
rest of her body as I attempted to comfort her.

   "Mmm," Mom sighed but seemingly not completely satisfied, shifted her
hips back on the mattress.

   Surely barely an inch separated us as Jacinta as well changed position,
spooning me herself from behind.  The motion caused my body to lean into my
mother ever so slightly but it was enough for us to connect.  I knew it was
her bottom.  What else could it have been?  The soft fleshiness against my
boxer shorts and the awakening monster that lurked within.

   Again Mom shifted, her arm clutching mine to wrap around her middle, her
warm soft belly, the silkiness of the babydoll.  "Mmm, that's better," she
sighed.  "I feel so safe." As she said the words her ass pushed harder
against my groin leaving no doubt she was agreeable to the intimacy.

   Jacinta's entire body slid against me.  Her breasts pressed hard into my
back, her hand stroking my hip and thigh.  When she kissed the back of my
neck, I knew where this was headed and allowed the inevitable to occur.  My
dick swelling.

   My arm beneath Mom's neck outstretched, I brought it back to hold her
own, now securing her in a bear hug which she encouraged by once again
sighing.  Gently stroking her arm, she responded to the intimate touch by
ever so slightly moving her bottom against me.

   We were both being cautious.  Overly so.  If we looked upon the scene
from outside, there was no doubt what was occurring here.  Mother, son and
wife.  All barely dressed, in bed together.  Embracing.  There weren't too
many explanations as to what could be going on but still the taboo about to
be broken had to be approached with a degree of circumspection, the fallout
if unsolicited, potentially monumental.

   Finally, as my swelling became impossible to ignore, the charade
dissolved.  My cock pressed hard into my mother's buttocks and she
responded accordingly, grinding herself along my length.  The movement
enabled Jacinta to come into the fold and I felt her arm reach further over
my body to come in contact with my mother, her hand upon her bare hip.  Mom
sighed at the touch and as Jacinta had done to me, I pressed my lips to the
back of Mom's neck.

   I felt the goosebumps on her arms and in response, she gently took hold
of my right hand and drew it down to her breast.  It was now I that sighed
as I felt her hard nipple in the centre of my palm, kissing my way from her
nape to behind an ear.

   My cock now striving to leave my shorts as it slid back and forth along
my mother's ass crack, Jacinta came to its aid, wrenching my underwear down
over my hips.  Mom immediately felt the shift and took possession of my
left hand, guiding it down her belly to stroke my fingers through her ample
pubic hair and parting her thighs, the saturated pussy between.  Yes, it
was in fact the second night in a row I'd touched my mother's vagina, but
tonight was far far different.

   Her legs closed upon my fingers as I slid them against her sopping
labia, my other hand now squeezing her breast with impunity, pinching her
nipple between my thumb and index.  Jacinta slid a hand between us,
wrapping her fist around my cock as Mom turned her head further towards us.

   My lips met her jaw as Jacinta stuffed my dick between Mom's legs,
wiping the head against asshole, pussy.  I kissed her cheek as her legs
parted, allowing my fingers to delve further along her slit, parting her
folds.  I kissed her mouth as I found the underside of my cock and with
Jacinta's help eased it inside my mother's body.

   And just as easy as that, I was fucking my mother.

   Her tongue met mine as her breath expelled with each thrust of my hips.
My cock going deep, short quick penetrations with still not a word spoken
between all three of us.  The room dark grey, I could see her eyes
twinkling.  A fire behind them as hot as that in her pussy.  She looked
beyond me and I knew of what she sought, Jacinta quick to move in above my
face, her mouth upon mine, upon my mother's.

   It was too much, too fast, too soon.  A three way kiss between my wife,
my mother and I.  My cock buried in my mom from behind.  I felt on the
verge of orgasm and wished I'd indeed taken care of it earlier that night.
Again my mother's tongue entered my mouth and with fingers in her sodden
pubic hair, a hand around a breast and my wife's body pressed to my back,
the inevitable occurred.

   They both knew it!

   "Ohhh, fuck, fuck," I expelled breath as I released deep inside my
mother.  Each quick thrust of my groin against her ass accompanied by a
surge of cum, a volcanic declaration of how turned on I was.  Filling my
mother's vagina with my seed.  "Oh Jesus," I sighed as over and again I
pulsed before finally I slowed my assault, Jacinta first to respond by
sitting up.  "Oh God, I'm sorry," I apologised to both of them as my cock
slid out and Mom turned her body.

   "You really just came!?" Jacinta placed a hand on my hip and even in the
near darkness I could see the mocking look on her face.

   "Yeah, I'm sorry," I repeated, attempting to hold back my laugh.

   "It's ok Darling," Mom was quick to defend.  "It was beautiful."

   I rolled onto my back with an arm still around her as Jacinta turned on
the bedside lamp, my cock slick with combined juices, losing its rigidity.

   Jacinta dropped back by my side and ran her fingers along my length
causing me to twitch.

   "There's still some life in the little guy," she joked and my mother
laughed in response, her face turning to mine.  I expected her to say
something profound in that we'd just made love, her eyes smiling as much as
her mouth.

   "I have to pee!" Mom admitted and it was I who now laughed.  "What?" She
added.

   "Nothing," I replied, running fingers through her hair behind her ear.
"I love you."

   "I love both of you," Mom stated as she backed off the bed and skipped
toward the bathroom, Jacinta and I watching her go, the babydoll sitting
part way over her buttocks.

   Only swinging the door closed behind her, it sat ajar, and as Jacinta
and I kissed, the sound of my mother peeing once again filtered through. 
Jacinta's hand remaining on my cock, she felt it swell as I was stimulated
by the kiss, her, and the noise.

   "Oh!  Well I know now what turns you on," she giggled into my mouth.

   "No Babe, it's not..."

   "It's ok," Jacinta condoned.  "It's kind of hot."

   The toilet flushed as I lowered Jacinta's romper below her breasts and
we both looked back toward the bathroom door.  Mom exited completely nude
and it was the first time I could fully take her beauty in.  Large breasts
not yet affected by the pull of time, wide hips and that luscious thatch of
brown pubic hair.  She'd tied her hair back and off her shoulders, she
looked stunning.

   "Alex was just admitting to me he likes the sound of you peeing Kath,"
Jacinta revealed as Mom climbed back onto the bed.

   "Babe!" I protested but again Mom laughed.

   "Ha, runs in the family," she cryptically responded and if she was
alluding to my father, I didn't want to hear any more.  "Well Honey," she
leaned in and kissed me on the lips.  "You can come and watch Mommy pee any
time you like." To which my hard-on returned with a vengeance.

   "While we're confessing things," Jacinta began.  "Actually, could you
take over here for a moment Kathy?" She interrupted herself as she took her
hand from my cock and began removing her romper.

   "Oh of course Dear," Mom was eager to help out, wrapping her hand around
my now once again fully erect penis and casually masturbating.  "What were
you saying?"

   Jacinta slipped her legs from her pajamas and tossed them aside, now
leaving us all fully naked.

   "Oh just that we've probably all got things to confess," Jacinta
elaborated.  "Like did you know Alex was looking at your ass while you were
on the couch this morning?"

   If it was humiliate your husband day, Jacinta was doing a fine job, but
I didn't mind.  It was all fun.

   "Well I hoped he had," Mom giggled.  "I wasn't really sleeping!"

   "What?" I exclaimed, more embarrassed by this revelation than the
previous.  "You knew I saw your bum?"

   "Well I did it on purpose," she smiled.

   Jacinta's hand joined my mother's and entwined, their fingers stroked
the length of my cock from base to head.

   "So that's why you weren't wearing panties?" I enquired.

   "Oh no, I never wear panties to bed," she matter of factly responded.

   I looked at Jacinta and placed a hand on her thigh.  "Baby I have to
tell you about last night, when I got home.  About what happened in the
kitchen."

   "Oh she already knows Alex," Mom conveyed.  "We chatted whilst you were
passed out in the morning!  Just before you came and saw me actually."

   Admittedly I was shocked.  "What else have you been talking about?" I
asked.

   "This," Jacinta openly stated and I understood she was referring to the
threesome.

   I felt a little deceived.  Why hadn't they just spoken to me directly?
And then I realized Jacinta had.  And I'd turned the idea down.

   "Mom," I challenged now that almost everything was out in the open. 
"What's the deal with you being naked during the sinkhole?"

   She looked at Jacinta who rolled her eyes at my ignorance.

   "I thought I told you earlier Alex," she stated.  "I was masturbating in
your room."

   "Seriously?"

   "Yes Darling," she looked at me almost pityingly.  "I've been doing it
for years.  Even when you were living there!" She added the tantalising
fact.

   "What?"

   "Uh huh!" She smiled.  "Your father, God rest his soul, once almost
caught me.  Came in from doing the lawns to see me leaving your bedroom
naked," she giggled before looking at Jacinta.  "I was so jealous of you
Darling."

   "You don't need to be now," my wife replied and to my delight they both
leaned into each other above me.  With hands around my cock, my wife and
mother kissed in front of me.  Gentle to begin, mouths opening and one
tongue then the other participating.  I had to be a part of this, I
decided.

   My hand already on my wife's thigh, I mimicked the touch on my mother,
both hands caressing my women's bodies.  The curve of hip, the softness of
ass and the heat and moisture of pussy.  Contrasting pussies.  My wife
smooth and hairless, Mom hirsute and both as wet.  A combined sigh left
them as I entered, the middle finger of each hand sliding between the labia
of my lovers.

   I needed to fuck one of them.  Both of them!  Taking charge as they
continued to make out, I rose from my prone position and first joined their
kiss before co-ordinating their pose.

   None of us (I assumed) had been in this position before but what came
seemed to evolve naturally as I coaxed Mom down onto her back.  Jacinta
followed her path downwards and her mouth homed in on my mother's pussy. 
The vagina I'd only moments before cum inside, my wife devoured as if her
last meal.  Spreading my mom's legs wide, Jacinta lapped at her clit like a
puppy at a water bowl, my mother on her elbows looking on intensely. 
Stroking my cock I would've been content to just watch the scene but my
wife on all fours, ass in the air, offered me a temptation I couldn't
resist.

   Crawling behind her I admired the vision for a moment, legs spread,
dripping pussy splayed and her asshole winking at me as if acknowledging
how cool this all was.  I needed a taste, and parting her labia further, I
slid my tongue the length of her sex from bald pubic mound to asshole,
aware of her penchant, poking my tongue into her tiniest opening which
caused a guttural moan from the mouth between my mother's legs.

   My cock twitched to remind me of its presence and I rose up once again,
taking it in hand and pressing the head to the entrance of my wife's
beautiful welcoming cunny.  Inside, heat, moisture, perfectly clasping my
size until I was fully penetrated, my pelvis to her ass.  She slipped her
face from Mom's vagina, resting her cheek on her belly as I repeatedly
thrust, her mouth open in pleasure, lips and jaw slathered in my mother's
and possibly my own goo.

   My fucking pushed her body forward and incrementally as my mom stoked
her hair, Jacinta mounted her mother-in-law.  As if we'd planned it,
Jacinta, one leg at a time climbed upon Mom's pelvis until her pussy, with
my dick still implanted, rested above my mother's.  Their faces now level,
Mom welcomed Jacinta's mouth.  The women once again kissing like seasoned
lesbians.

   "Oh fuck!" Jacinta exclaimed, her head tilting upwards as Mom kissed her
jaw.  "I'm cumming Baby," she exhaled as I felt her vaginal walls clasping
my cock, her body shuddering.  Continuing my action to not impact her
orgasm I did think it ironic she'd cum in essentially less time than I had,
but didn't want to ruin the moment by highlighting the fact.

   Mom wrapped her arms around my wife as she came down from her climax,
almost comforting the younger woman and I wanted to reward her.  Pulling
out I dropped lower, spreading my legs to aim my engorged cock once more at
my mom's pussy.  The sight I had as I leaned back was extraordinary.  My
cock sliding in and out of my own mother, my wife's pussy still quivering
above, her ass begging to be caressed.  I placed both hands on her buttocks
and squeezed as I increased the rate of penetration of my mother, suddenly
realizing what I could do and pulling out, directing Jacinta's vagina back
onto me and entering my wife once again.  Was I in heaven?

   Back in my mother and my wife changing positions, jaw sitting amidst
Mom's pubes, her ass seated upon my mother's face.  I looked in the full
length closet mirror, my mother spreading my wife's ass cheeks and gorging
herself on pussy, asshole, whatever she could get her mouth upon.  Jacinta
put a hand between Mom's pussy and me, wrapping her fist around my
lubricated cock as I withdrew and I understood what she wanted.  Pulling
out fully, I allowed her to take me between her lips, her mouth a defacto
cunt as I continued thrusting with the same regularity and intensity.  I'd
never fucked Jacinta's face this way, my cock hitting the back of her
mouth, entering her throat to the accompanying sounds of gagging.  I pulled
out in an avalanche of saliva and immediately plunged once more inside my
mother, her gasping and sighing increasing as she pulled Jacinta's ass onto
her face, smothering herself.

   Again my wife demanded my cock and I obliged.  Holding her head in place
as I fucked her mouth, tears, saliva pouring from her onto my mother's
crotch.  Back in Mom, unexpectedly and she moaned in response, muffled by
pussy and ass.  "Baby," she managed to voice and I waited for her to go on,
not relenting my penetration.  "Oh Baby, I'm..." She added and I thought I
knew what her next words would be.  I was wrong.

   "Look out!" She exclaimed and Jacinta and I immediately understood to
what she alluded.  Her body shuddering below us, her legs well spread, Mom
squirted around my cock, squealing in the process.  Hot clear spray flooded
my erection, squelching out as I continued to fuck.  Again Mom squealed and
I pulled out in a shower of her cum, Jacinta to my amazement falling
forward in an attempt to catch it in her mouth.  I enabled the act by
pressing the underside of my cock to Mom's slit, her next orgasm spraying
like a spigot around me in all directions, Jacinta's face coated in girl
cream.

   "Oh God," Mom inhaled as Jacinta let her up for air.

   "Jesus," I echoed her sentiments as I leaned down to kiss my wife and
taste the fruits of my labour.  Jacinta wasn't done as our tongues
entwined, reaching for my cock and grasping it tightly, her mouth left mine
and she climbed backwards, Mom's face emerging flushed and smeared with
cunt juice.

   "Now you Baby," Jacinta coaxed as she lay down beside my mom.  "Show us
what you've got!"

   With a leg between each of their spread thighs, my knees pressing
against two dripping pussies, I took my cock in hand as they kissed.  No
stimulus would work greater than that which lay before me.  My mom and wife
seductively pressing their turned mouths together, tongues reaching for the
other's as they in turn watched me jerk off.

   This wouldn't take long.  Obscenely, they rubbed their vaginas against
my legs as I stroked my cock, pre-cum, traces of my last orgasm, dripping
from the eye as I upped my rate.  The slapping of my hand on cock, the
excited breathing of my lovers, my own staggered gasps the only sounds in
the room.  Pussies below me, breasts, tongues, mouths.  And then.  "Ohhh
Fuuck!" I exclaimed as I climaxed.  Jets of cum spraying across the belly,
tits of my mother.  I changed direction and coated Jacinta, holding my cock
tight before letting it release once again in another surge of semen.  A
fountain of cum across her torso from neck to groin.

   Giggling they watched me empty upon them.  Mom squealing much as she'd
done when she squirted as I sprayed a rope upon her pubes.  "Oh man," I
exhaled, spent, dropping to the mattress.

   "Oh man indeed!" Mom repeated as she and my wife once again kissed,
seeming to luxuriate in their cum bath.

   I continued to casually stroke myself as still hard, I wondered if I had
another in me so soon?

   "So what now?" I asked, breaking their lustful make-out session, Mom's
hand smearing my cum over my wife's breasts.

   Jacinta looked down at my cock.  "How about we go again in the shower?"

   I smiled and nodded my approval but elaborated on my question.  "I mean
with us?"

   As Mom had done to her, Jacinta reached across and smeared the rope of
cum in Mom's pubic hair over her groin and down between her legs.

   "Well I think Kathy, you should permanently move in with us, at least
until this sink hole thing is sorted," Jacinta proposed without my input.
"What do you both say?"

   I for one was more than happy with the proposal.  "I agree Mom.  We
don't want you staying in a hotel."

   Mom, glistening with cum looked pretty content to stay exactly where she
was and said so.

   "I have two conditions though," I stated as the women rose to embrace
me. "Well three actually," I added.  "One.  You keep sharing Jacinta's
clothing, if you don't mind Babe?" I looked at my wife to which she shook
her head smiling.  "Two.  You sleep in this bed with us each night, no more
bad backs on the couch!"

   Mom agreed smiling.  "And what's the third?" She asked as we headed
toward the bathroom to shower.

   "Oh that's right," I replied blushing.  "What was this thing about
letting me watch you pee?"

   Mom and Jacinta laughed as hand in hand we entered the bathroom
together.

   "Oh I can do a bit better than that!" Mom stated as we entered the
shower and the water works began.

   The end.


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