When I was 17 years old, my mom fell in love again. Basically I was happy for her. I knew I was off to college soon, and in the initial years after my dad had died, she hadnât made a huge effort at like, physical and mental upkeep. She took a lot of long baths, smoked a lot of weed. Her hair got really long, which was kind of cool in like a witchy sort of way, but also it would get so knotted. Iâd brush her hair at night, Iâd insist on it. After about two years of this, she turned it around. She started doing pilates, got really skinny again. Kept the long hair but stopped smoking weed. Started dating. I remember one day seeing her getting ready for a date and realizing sheâd shaved her pussy, which meant she was actually having sex again. I was relieved. Sheâd told me, in one of her slightly weird nights after my dad died, sheâd told me that he was the only man sheâd ever fucked, the only penis sheâd ever seen in real life other than her fatherâs and her brotherâs. I remember thinking, âI have a higher body count than my mom and Iâm 15.â Donât judge me, haha!
Anyway, a few guys came and went. Most of them were really nice. A few of them were definitely pervs. They looked at me in an eager way and told me I looked like my momâs twin sister. I tolerated this because I was close enough to my momâs bedroom to know these guys in particular were railing her brains out. I was hearing her cum like sheâd probably never cum before in her life. This made sense to me. The best sex Iâd had so far had been with guys who were total pervs. They had their uses. I remember one morning going downstairs in a sweatshirt and panties and finding one such perv in the kitchen. He looked right at my panties and said, âyouâve got a hairier pussy than your mama.â This was true, in those teen years I always kept a short little bush because I knew it set me apart from the other girls, and you could certainly see the outline of it through these particular panties.Â
âYou like it?â I asked him.Â
âMakes you look mature. How old are you?â
âThatâs the perfect age,â he said. âTake those panties off.â
For some reason, I did it. I donât know why. I wanted to.
âGorgeous,â he told me. I heard my mom turn the shower off and so I pulled my panties up and slipped away.Â
âDid Ellie wake up?â I heard her ask him. âI thought I heard her voice.â
âI havenât seen her,â he said. âMaybe sheâs on the phone upstairs.â
âProbably,â she said.Â
âYou look so good when youâre wet,â he told her.
âIâm always wet around you,â she said.
âCome here,â he said. I peeked around the corner before I slipped back upstairs. He had his fat cock out and my mom was approaching him. She dropped her towel and got on her knees.
I didnât see that guy again, though. Phil came along a few weeks later.Â
Phil and my mom had a lot in common. Theyâd both lost spouses. My dad had died of a heart attack, but Philâs wife had overdosed on opioids and died at work. Iâd learn later that her pill addition had been a total surprise to him.
Anyway, the other thing they had in common was a teen child. Philâs son Scott was my age â we were only a month apart, in fact. I met him after my mom and Phil had been dating for a few weeks. We went to Philâs house for dinner.Â
At this point I knew things were pretty serious with Phil. They were definitely fucking â Iâd heard them. And he was doing well for her â I could hear that too. Not the same volume or intensity as the real pervs, but she was still cumming every time.Â
I was very nervous to meet Scott, basically because I was afraid he was going to be uncool. Thereâs nothing worse than being saddled with a lame new sibling your senior year of high school. We went to different high schools, so there was that. But it still created so many social risks.Â
But I felt reassured almost immediately. He was tall, with kind of wild spiky hair and dark, compelling eyes. He said heâd show me around the house and my mom and Phil went into the kitchen to start making dinner.
He took me right up to his room and asked if I wanted to smoke weed. I said yes, of course, and he handed me a little pipe from his desk drawer. His computer was on, AIM was up. He was chatting with a friend. I could see his monitor.
Jboy22: What r u up 2 dawg
Scottyyy: My dadâs girlfriend and her daughter are here
Jboy22: The daughter who goes to Washington? Is she hot?
He looked over at me, looking at his screen. I blushed. He just smiled.
We chatted for an hour, me just sitting on his bed. Eventually I asked him where the bathroom was, and he led me down the hall. My mom called up to us a minute later, and we went downstairs for dinner.
It was funny because my mom kept trying to find the common ground for Scott and I, but everything sheâd mention about me was something Scott had already asked about.
âWow you guys really got to it,â she said. Scott smirked at me. I felt hot in my cheeks. And other places.
After dinner, my mom, clearly wine drunk, suggested Scott and I watch a movie so she and Phil could have some âalone time.âÂ
âMom, weâre 17. You donât need to sugarcoat it.â
She laughed. âOK. Go be in front of the TV so Phil and I can fuck.â
Phil choked on his wine. They went upstairs, and Scott and I settled on the couch. Under a blanket.
 After a few minutes of the movie, I shifted closer to him, just a micro gesture. He put his hand on my bare thighâI was wearing shorts. I liked that. I put my hand on top of his and pushed it a little further up my thigh, closer to my center. He kissed me, and he was a good kisser, and so then we were just kissing. A lot of kissing. I got so lost in the kissing that I barely felt his hand unbuttoning my shorts and slipping right into my panties, but when I felt his hand there, I welcomed it. I grabbed his wrist and guided him right in. I was a slut, what can I say?
We didnât talk. Just a lot of heavy breathing. Eventually I worked up the nerve to free his cock from his jeans and start stroking it â he was pretty big, and very hard, and I spit on my hand and stroked him and it made him cum. Which was shocking â hot and messy and there was a lot of it â and he started to apologize and I said, âoh my god this is so fun donât apologize donât apologize!â i remember, I said it twice. We used the blanket to clean up his cum, giggling at ourselves because it was everywhere, and then my mom came down the stairs in her underwear and told us we were sleeping over and that Scott could show me to the guest room.Â
He did â I remember very sweetly, he showed me to my room and he got me an extra toothbrush. I took off my shorts and I got into bed in my t-shirt and panties right in front of him, which was kind of me begging to get fucked without having the words for it. But he just told me goodnight and left, which was also OK. The guest room was right up next to the master bedroom, and I remember before I started to doze off, I heard my mom getting railed again.Â
In the morning I put my shorts and bra back on before I went downstairs, but was surprised to see my now sober mother still in her bra and panties, right in front of Scott, who gave me a timid but somehow still cocky little wave hello. My mom was making muffins and singing along to the radio and kissing Phil and at one point even slipped into the small bathroom attached to the kitchen to pee without even closing the door.
âI feel like my mom is really pushing the domestic intimacy,â I said to Scott when we were alone.Â
âSheâs very comfortable in front of you.â
âYou jealous?â he teased. âUh honestly, I think your mom is⊠I uh, saw your mom naked like two weeks ago.â
âYeah I walked in on her in the bathroom, she was um, cleaning up from sex.â
âYeah she was like wiping the cum off her tits,â he said. âKind of rad. And she was very cool about it. I was like apologizing and she was like, âitâs fine, itâs fine, itâs your house, and she didnât cover anything, which I thought was so chill,â he said. âAlso I didnât know moms shaved their pussies, thatâs hot.â
âYou like shaved pussy?â I said, timidly.
âFuck yeah,â he said.
I literally would have shaved my pussy that morning, but for the fact that when I tried to take a shower, the fucking handle of the shower literally popped off, and I shouted in surprise, and Phil came in. And I was standing there naked holding it, and he took it from me and quickly fixed it, and I apologized but â remembering what Scott said â not covering myself at all. And I saw the way Phil looked at my body, clocking, in particular, my little bush. And it so it stayed.Â
For a little while, it went like this:
When my mom and Phil were going on a date, they just went on a date. I stayed home and my friends came over and we drank cheap wine and called boys. But when my mom wanted to just go to Philâs house, sheâd bring me along, and this is when Iâd see Scott. The handjob/fingering make out session became standard practice for us, first on the couch during the âmovieâ and then sometimes even before that, when Iâd hang out in his room before dinner. In his room, on his bed, there was a little more room to maneuver, and I introduced blowjobs into our interactions. Of course, this meant, before long, that I was sucking Scottâs cock once or twice every night and that he wasnât touching my pussy at all anymore. That was OK, though. I was really interested in perfecting my head game, and I noted with interest the way he reacted to everything I did. Slowly, I developed a winning formula: tight and then sloppy and then tight again. Teasing and licking followed by throating followed my stroking with my hand. Some eye contact but not too much. Letting a little cum hit my lips and nose and chin before swallowing the rest. The balance of these factors carried me through college and beyond.Â
Scott was definitely a virgin. He didnât say so, but he spoke about me as if he assumed by default that I was a virgin, and that was the giveaway. I was not a virgin, but I didnât worry about making this distinction with him.Â
Did my mom and phil know I was sucking Scott off all the time? No, they did not. Did the idea it might be happening occur to them? Yes. And they didnât really care. They were becoming obsessed with each other. That was good for my mom, I think. She seemed healthy and happy and well-adjusted and very horny. Sometimes after their date nights theyâd come back to our house, and after they fucked my mom would come into my room to chat with me while still naked and covered in sweat. I didnât mind this, weâd always been very comfortable with our bodies around the house. My dad saw me completely naked the day he died. That didnât kill him, I just, I remember him popping into my room to tell me to have a good day and I was fresh out of the shower and I was putting panties on. The last time he saw me. I was glad that was the way he saw me last.Â
Around this phase in their relationship I saw Philâs cock for the first time. It was morning, and he and my mom were getting frisky in the laundry room, which I did not know, and I walked in on him stroking himself over her ass. âOh WOWâ I said when I saw him, because it was the biggest dick Iâd ever seen in my life.Â
People act like men are cavemen, you know, but women have some of that stupid hardwiring too. And I have to say that after I saw Philâs hog, my behavior around him shifted. I was suddenly much more obsequious, and giggly, and eager to please. I was also more naked. Like, I adopted the habit of sleeping bottomless, and often appeared in the kitchen in the morning with my pussy out, especially if he was around. If it was just my mom Iâd get naked, like, to make the cami top feel like modesty. Phil wasnât shy about looking at me. He told me my bush was cute. One day, he playfully slapped my bare ass. That powered me for a few days.
And I have to say, I think it changed my mom a little too â my behavior I mean. In the mornings, and then just gradually at random times, she was much more likely to just be naked. Around me, around Phil, and even around Scott. You know, when we were over there, for dinner, sometimes sheâd come down the stairs to check on us and ask how we were doing and sheâd be in just a thong. Or just a bra. Once, she was quite drunk. Scott and I were on the couch, and Iâd sucked his cock a few minutes before sheâd come down the stairs, and so our movie was paused, and my mother took playful note of this. She looked for the remote, and, seeing it on the floor in front of Scott, bent at the waist, putting her bare ass and pussy in his face. It was pretty graphic, even in the dark.
âDo you think my mom is hot?â I asked him later.
âWe should have sex,â I said.
We went to his room, and he had a condom, probably an old one, and I remember it was kind of unceremonious. I took off my shorts and my panties and he got on his bed with his hard cock in his hand. And he put the condom on and I got on top and slowly guided him in.
âHave you done this before?â he said, as I began to ride him. I felt like the answer was obvious so I didnât answer, and he came 30 seconds later. I was throwing the condom away when my mom opened his door. She looked at me, looked at him on the bed with his dick out, grinned, and said, âgood night.â
âHow long have you been fucking Scott?â she asked me in the car the next morning.
âThat was the first time.â I said.
She laughed. âYeah right.â
âI mean, the first proper fuck,â I said. âIâve been sucking his cock for weeks.â
âPhil was certain you two werenât doing anything,â she cackled. âI told him not to underestimate you.â
âSorry if itâs weird.â
âItâs fine,â she said. âPhil and I arenât married. And even if we were, youâre almost adults. Itâs a little bit Jane Austen, right?â
âI think if you got married it would be incest.â
âWhat a gross word,â she said. âItâs not a big deal.â
We drove quietly for a moment. âYou want to know a secret?â my mom said abruptly.
âWhen I was 20 I went home from college for a visit. And one night I walked in on your uncle Tim stroking his cock.â
âHe was like 16?â I said. âHe must have been freaked out.â
âHe was,â she said. âAnd I felt so bad. Embarrassing him, interrupting him, you know, I was mortified. So, I offered to help.â
She laughed. âI wanted to reassure him! You know, I wanted him to feel confident. So I acted like I was shocked by how big his dick was and I asked if I could help him finish.â
âThatâs fucking insane. What did he do?â
âHe asked to see my boobs.â
âYeah,â she laughed. âI donât think heâd ever seen any outside of magazines. So I took off my shirt and bra.â
âYeah, it was fine. He was very appreciative, and he resumed his efforts, staring at my chest, and I watched him cum.â
âThatâs so weird,â I said.
âWell, it is,â she said. âAnd you and Scott having sex is a lot less weird.â
I donât know if she was telling me the truth or not, but I did feel less guilty about sex with Scott after that. It became a regular occurrence â dinners at their place were a once or twice weekly thing now, and Scott and I would generally have sex twice, and so soon Iâd conditioned him into a little fuck machine. We stopped using condoms once he was proficient at pulling out and cumming on my bush and stomach.Â
The fact that we were fucking while my mom and Phil were fucking down the hall was soon understood by everyone, something we made little jokes about. Frequently, my mom and I would meet in the bathroom, both cleaning ourselves up. Weâd help each other wipe cum off of our pussies and backs and asses. I think at some point my mother told Phil about these little bathroom meet ups, because he would pop his head in and look at us, remark on how similar our bodies were.Â
I could cum with Scott about half the time. One day, it didnât happen, and my mom picked up on it. We were in the bathroom and i was cleaning cum out of my pubic hair. She asked if Iâd finished and Iâd said no in a frustrated voice. Sometimes my stomach hurt after if I didnât cum. She told me to take care of myself now before I went back. In front of her? It felt like a strange idea, but also kind of intimate. I leaned against the glass shower wall and touched myself while she brushed her teeth. When I came she said, âthere you go.â
I remember in March, sometimes near my 18th birthday, I noticed in the bathroom that my mom was growing a little bush like mine, no longer fully shaved. When I asked about it she said simply, âPhil said he liked yours.â
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