My Girl, Her mum and I (and whoever else...)

Kevin

I couldn't make out from the expression on Mrs. Lindsay's face what exactly she just made of what I said, and whether she was actually just pretending not to have heard me... I bit my lower lip and gave Rach's thigh another soft squeeze, and raised one eyebrow at Mrs. Lindsay...

"Eh... I said... You were the other person that I'd like to have a threesome with?" I said, in a very timid and questioning tone.
 
I jumped at his response and caught his hand between the table and my thigh. He jerked it back, shaking the pain off as Mom asked him what he had said. I too wanted to be sure.
I could see from the look in Mom's eyes what she was thinking. My God, she had been in a threesome with someone, and wanted it again. I knew how sexy Kevin was, thats why I often wondwered why he was with me. I didn't put out like the other girls.
Mom kept her eyes glued to him as he stammered and repeated his offer.
"It was a joke..." but his voice trailed off.
I decided I better forget the essay. I would make up the answers to the last question.
"Umm. Forget it guys. It is a joke. I can do this without you. I will ask Mike and his brother instead. Whats for dinner? I am so hungry. Yes, I skipped lunch again to run with Mike. He says he runs better when I am with him.It feels good to know I am inspiring him."
 
Kevin

Merelan said:
"Umm. Forget it guys. It is a joke. I can do this without you. I will ask Mike and his brother instead. Whats for dinner? I am so hungry. Yes, I skipped lunch again to run with Mike. He says he runs better when I am with him.It feels good to know I am inspiring him."

I took a sip of the cocoa, and swished the sweet brown liquid around in my mouth with my tongue, swallowing it down my throat with a minor gulp. I frowned ever so subtley as I put the mug back down on the table.

"You skipped lunch to run with Mike today?" I said, trying hard to hide the jealousy in my voice...

Rach nodded.

"Um... that's great..." I said, taking her hand in mind and giving it a gentle squeeze. I ran my other hand over the back of my head and rubbed my neck gingerly as I stared down at the table. "You really wanna just ... go ask Mike and his brother instead?"
 
"You know I don't. It's just that these are rather personal. besides I am not sure Mom wants to answer anymore. It's okay. He and his brother like it when I come over. They won't mind."
His hand on my thigh again, all I wanted was for him to touch me more. Something about the atmosphere charged me with a sexual longing. A longing to throw caution to the wind.
"Mom. Can I have another cup. But, can you please add some butterscotch schnapps and whipped cream to mine." Normally I wouldn't ask my Mom to wait on me, but I thought maybe it would give her time to get over Kevins answer. I wondered if he was joking, or was serious aout that. I knew my Mom was sexy, I had always seen the way men looked at her. Growing up had been tough because I was so slender and she was, well, gorgeous.
 
June:

There he said it. Indeed my ears did not deceive me. Neither could my eyes deceive either of them. I knew I was in some sticky situation.

Seeing my obvious discomfort, Rachelle tells us to forget about it, and asks me to get something for her - the perfect excuse for me to get away.

I excuse myself, and move to the other side of the kitchen to get whatever it was Rachelle wanted. The fact was, I had no idea. My pussy was ruling my head right now and there was pretty much nothing I could do about it until my fingers or preferably a cock slides into it to relief my desires.

I looked down at my loose t-shirt, thankful that my hardening nipples were not showing. I had to do something quick.

I returned to my daughter and Kevin, and was snapped out of my thoughts once again when Rachelle asked me where her schnapps was.

I sit myself down, and take a deep breath.

'Do you seriously want me to answer this, I could if you wanted to but you'd have to take this in the best way possible...'
 
I reach across the table and take her hand.
"Mom, if you want to talk about it, I...we... would love to hear it. I love you, and it doesn't matter to me what you have done. Good grief, if I take after you even the littlest bit I would be proud. Please Mom. Or would you rather I learn about these things from Mike and his brother?"

I played that card one last time, knowing that neither of them liked Mike, or his brother, and knowing there was no way either would let me get into this situation with either or both of them.
Without even thinking, I am stroking her hand, the way she used to do mine when she was comforting me. Yet, it wasn't comforting I felt just now, but a strange tingling sensation. I looked in her eyes and saw her love for me, and knew it would be alright.
 
June:

I looked at Rachelle's eyes and realised that the truth has to be told tonight and right here.

'I just don't want you to think any lesser of me,' I trailed off once again.

Even Kevin spoke of his fantasy openly; there probably isn't anything wrong with telling them something of the past.

'The same night Mr Jackson took me, there were some other guys as well...' I paused as I could see their eyes widen. I went on to name a few people, ironically some who were familar to both of them. Every name I mentioned, I felt as if a knife went through my heart as well as Rachelle's. Kevin however became even more amazed as I continue.

'There, those are the ones I remembered...' I looked away, feeling pretty ashamed that my dirty little secret was out.
 
The ones she remembered? What had that meant. Oh my God, my mother. I swallowed, seeing the need for my acceptance in her eyes. I gripped her hand even tighter. I couldn't stop the pictures of my Mother laying there getting fucked by cock after cock. The dirtiness of it surprised me, shocked me.. and yet, excited me. I longed to hold her and tell her it was okay. But Kevin's hand on my thigh was also reacting, gripping my leg tighter, his breathing shallow. Then, in an instant I knew. It hadn't been a joke. He was serious about his attraction to my Mother. Should I leave? Should I let them? Would his love, lust for her help her? But I had to know something first.
"Mom. I love you, but I need to know. Were you raped by them? Or.. well." I had to know, but couldn't ask. I needed to know if it was okay, the thoughts I was having. I had known she was open to me. I remembered the time she caught me touching myself in the shower, and how she had explained to me what was happening to my body, and how to pleasure myself without giving in to a man.
I flushed as I remembered the time I had seen her doing the same. She hadn't known I had come home sick and crawled back in bed. She got home from work and showered, as she usually did before fixing us dinner. But, after, before she had dressed, she had lain naked on her bed and masturbated. Using a huge dildo she had fucked herself and cum so hard, and then lain there and cried. I had so longed to rush in and hold her. But the feelings flying through me had held me back. Now the time had come for her to know how lonely and unsatisfied I knew her to be.
"Mom, shh. I know you aren't happy in bed. I have seen you, and seen your tears. Was it because they raped you? Or, well... because you needed more then you have now? I am sorry, it really isn't my business, but. You know I love Kevin, and he would never tell anyone, I need to know its okay to want more. To need attention, to know its okay to fantasise about things."
 
Kevin

As Mrs. Lindsay told her story, I found myself getting more and more aroused. The image of her being fucked by guy after guy just reinforced the idea of my having my own cock slide into her luscious pussy. I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with the way I was feeling, my cock hard against my jeans. I unconsciously gripped Rach's thigh tightly, my breathing becoming slightly more rapid, and slightly more shallow. The mood in the conversation has suddenly turned serious, and there seemed to be a lot of issues that needed to be sorted out between Rach and Mrs. Lindsay. I felt the need to excuse myself, not only to give them the room to sort out what they had to sort out, but to quench the need to release the tension in my crotch. But when Rach mentioned how she loved me, and that I wouldn't tell anyone, I knew I needed to stay and support her. I sat there silently, awaiting Mrs. Lindsay's answer.
 
June:

The way things were going, I knew neither of them were going to leave till I spilled everything. Somehow, something deep inside told me that my guilt would be lessen if I do finally tell someone after all these years.

I had no problem with telling Rachelle, but Kevin. After all, he was still an outsider. But Rachelle seemed pretty keen on having him around; besides he was pretty honest about his fantasy about me. It was only then I realised how much a turn-on that was for me; a strong handsome young boy actually still had the hots for a grown woman like me.

'I wasn't raped; more like drunk. I did nothing to....to resist anyway.' I continued. 'But I've always been satisfied by your dad, he had his ways. It has been lonely though ever since...' I could almost feel tears well up in my eyes. Yet, the tingling in my pussy refused to go away even as another emotion welled up inside.

Now that my shame has been reduced, I finally take a moment to observe the two teenagers' responses. I could have sworn they had hands on one another under the table; I could tell these things. Was I making them horny too?
 
"I know you loved him, missed him. I do too. But I never thought about you, and having needs. Thank you. I love you."
I looked to Kevin, and then stood.
I walked around the table and pulled my Mother up and into my arms. We simply held each other, holding each other close.
I pulled back, but neither of us was crying, I thought I would be. But, somehow, there was no need for tears.
"It means so much to me, that you share me with. You are my best friend, both of you." I motioned Kevin over and we all hugged. I think we all got a bit teary, but Mom wouldn't let it get mushy.
She pulled away, still holding my hand.
"How about dinner now?"
 
OOC:
Thought I would save the third question and remember it later, after dinner and a bit of wine....
 
OOC: Sure; like I said the tension was almost unbearable, and we wouldn't want to rush things, would we...
 
June:

Our little group hug was interrupted by the doorbell.

'Dinner's served,' I said as I did a little waiter's bow. I chuckled to myself.

I grabbed my purse, and walked to the door. I checked my clothes and noted that I would freeze if a cold wind hits me. In only my big T and short shorts, I felt as if I could do with some more clothing.

The rumble in my stomach reminded of my hunger, and I told myself to forget it.

Opening the door, I see a delivery guy standing at the door, seemingly frost-bitten too. I handed him the money and took the package from me. I was still contemplating whether I should invite him in for a moment.
 
OOC: the title does say whoever else, so maybe someone might like to take on the deliveryman role? If not I'd let him freeze his ass off out in the open.
 
OOC: Awww... don't let him freeze. But maybe he has to turn in his money and come back for dessert? That way there is time to find someone to play him.
 
Kevin

OOC: NOOoOOooOO!! NO OUTSIDERS! Yet!! LOL Just kidding. ;) But sorry about not being around for the last few posts. Been busy studying. Sucks, but I guess it has to be done.

IC: In some ways, I was quite glad we had a group hug. Being able to have two gorgeous women in my arms aside, it also seemed to release some of the tension that would built up during the conversation. But on the other hand, the group hug did not favours to my state of arousal, and just made me even more acutely aware of my own horniness, with every rub of the back from Mrs. Lindsay, and every tight squeez from Rachelle sending tingles through my groin. In a way, I was rescued by the door bell.

With Mrs. Lindsay away to answer the door, an opportuinity of being alone with Rach momentarily presented itself. I took a deep breath and smiled, leaning over to gently plant a kiss on her forehead. As much lust I had for the girl, I still seriuosly loved her.

"So are you ok sweetie? Sorry about what I said with the threesome and all... I just wanted to be honest."
 
Mom went to get the food, and Kevin pulled me into his arms.
"You love me? I heard you say that. Did you mean it?"

Loved him? Of course I did. Hadn't he known that? I had loved him ever since I could remember, but until recently he had never seen me as more then a tomboy.
"You know I have, for years I have loved you." But his mouth on mine stopped me from speaking, in words. Our passion flared again, and I knew, if Mom hadn't been coming back, I would have surrendered myself to him, body and soul. Yet, the thought of Mom seeing us, also thrilled me. I trembled as he held me, kissed me, his hands cupping my ass and holding me to him.
"God baby. Where was I looking all those years?"
And then again he kissed me, and he was all the world there was.
 
Kevin

Rach has never kissed me with such passion. Taking her cue, I gently parted her lips with my tongue, slipping it deep inside her mouth, my hands till firmly cupped on her ass. She tilted her head ever so slightly, allowing me more room for penetration, my tip of my tongue brushing teasingly over hers. She giggled like a child when I flicked my tongue upwards, tickling her upper palate... the kiss was cut short when I heard Mrs. Lindsay's footsteps. I reluctantly pulled away from Rach, sucking on her lower lip for as long as I could, and letting it go with a gentle pop... I reached out and wiped the glistening saliva from her lip with the tips of finger, and smiled sheepishly at her.
 
No.... I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to become one again in his kiss. But then I heard Mom, and jumped away, though he wouldn't release my hand.
 
June:

Closing the door behind me, I returned to the kids with dinner.

Rachelle and Kevin looked pretty flustered, it looked as if they were all over one another just a moment ago. I was seriously thinking whether the two of them were as horny as I was, because of the nature of the questions of course.

'Did I miss something?' I pressed. After all that has happened, I figured that they had nothing to hide from me.
 
Kevin

OOC: I was only kidding about the no outsider thing... maybe later eh?

IC: "No.... not at all. You didn't miss anything." I said, twitching my mouth and shaking my head in an exagerrated manner, pulling as innocent as a face I could (given the fact that I was painfully horny, it wasn't a very good effort.)

"SOOooOOoo..." I said, changing the subject quickly, "what's for dinner?? Smell's good."
 
"Us? Up to something? Why would you think that? And yeas, something sure smells good. You guys take it in to the living room and I will get a bottle of wine, okay Mom?"
 
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