I thought I might have really screwed up. I’d told my mom about Miss Marty Muller, the English teacher I’d had sex with. And I’d told Marty that I’d had sex with my mom. Now, mom was showing Marty around the house.
I’d grown more and more eager to have Marty over, COVID or no. We’d stopped seeing each other in late March as California locked down and my one attempt at phone sex hadn’t worked at all. Well, I came, of course, just about anything will make me cum, but it wasn’t very satisfying. In pestering my mother to let me invite her, I had given away the fact that Marty had seduced me, although I might have presented it more as my own idea. Anyway, mom eventually said OK, although she obviously wasn’t pleased about it.
Marty had been even more difficult to persuade. I had no way of knowing how interested she was, but her argument against the visit was that mom might be sufficiently pissed to learn that we’d had sex that Marty could lose her job. She was only 23 and this was her first job, a bad one to lose, not least because she really liked it. I’d sold her on coming over by explaining that I’d had sex with my mother already and mom had more to lose than Marty did.
It had all made sense at the time, but now I was faced with the reality that had been my own making. Mom and Marty talked for a while in the living room. They’d apparently warmed up to each other, with both of them laughing more and more often – I hoped not about me. I was in my room, sulking, when I heard them walking around. I joined them in time to learn that the dining room table had been inherited from mom’s mother.
Mom showed Marty the guest bedroom and we wandered upstairs. My room was praised for being neat and orderly, which it generally is, even when I’m stuck at home. We finished at mom’s bedroom, at which she just waved a hand, but Marty saw a picture of me on the nightstand.
“What a nice picture,” she said, picking it up. She sat on the bed. “I didn’t know Chad sailed.”
“Last summer,” my mom answered for me. “He spent most of the summer at sailing school and got pretty good. Not racing good, just a competent skipper of a decent-sized sloop. Here, I’ve got more pictures.”
Mom sat next to Marty on the bed and opened her phone. She scrolled for a half minute, then stopped and pointed. Marty nodded. Scroll, nod. Scroll, nod. Marty took the phone and began scrolling through the pictures herself, then I saw her take a couple big swipes and say, “Whoa.”
Mom grabbed the phone back, but not before she blushed an incredible red.
“That was Chad, right?” Marty asked. “It just showed his body, but that was Chad? With you, right? The naked person next to naked him was you?”
“Yes, it was. Oh, my gosh, I’m so embarrassed.”
“Come over here, Chad,” Marty said. “Come on, nothing to worry about.”
I shuffled over very slowly. I had no idea where this was going, but it didn’t figure to be good. I stood between Marty and mom and felt Marty’s hand on my hip.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Abby,” Marty said. “Chad and I have been together, too. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Is there Chad?”
Well, I was embarrassed, for sure. But everything was out in the open, so maybe that was a good thing? Marty squeezed my ass, and my cock, my stupid cock, started to harden. I tried to talk it down, thinking about basketball, studying the bedspread, but what I saw was Marty and mom’s faces and their breasts. I couldn’t help picturing them naked. My cock got harder.
“Oh, my,” Marty said, clearly not at all surprised, “what have we here?”
She pulled her hand to the front of my shorts and ran a finger up and down the zipper. My cock was rock hard by now and I had to reach down and straighten it up in my shorts, further embarrassment.
“What do you think, Abby,” Marty asked, “should I help him out?”
Mom, as usual, said nothing. Her mouth was slightly open and she was breathing faster, I thought. I just stood there, stupidly, as Marty very slowly pulled down my zipper. She glanced at mom and unfastened my belt. She undid the button and pulled down my shorts and boxers. My cock sprang out, a testimonial to being sixteen.
“Mmmmm, nice,” Marty said, and licked the end of my dick, which bounced out of the way like an apple in a barrel of water. She continued to use her tongue, teasing the end of my cock, which bounced each time she licked it.
“Let’s lie on the bed, Chad,” Marty said. “Easier. Tastier.”
We all got on the bed, with me lying between Marty and mom. I took off my shorts and boxers along the way, leaving my shirt on. It was an old Aloha shirt that I’d gotten a couple years earlier on Maui.
Marty took my cock in her hand and put her lips together to kiss the end. She stroked me slowly, watching mom’s face, which seemed clearly interested. For all I knew, she’d never seen anyone else have sex before, even a hand job. Then mom surprised me, leaning over to kiss the end of my cock herself.
Marty’s eyebrows went up and she made a “didn’t see that coming” face. She kissed the end of my cock and my mom did the same. They both smiled, mom might have even chuckled, and they continued to take turns smooching my dick. Marty kept stroking me slowly the whole time. I lay back and enjoyed it.
I felt Marty’s lips and tongue take the place of her hand, licking me up and down. Soon, I felt a second pair of lips and a tongue on the other side of my cock. Quickly, they synchronized and my dick was enveloped by two mouths. I had to watch. This was so hot, the two of them sharing my cock. One of the times they were both at the end of my dick they kissed, with my cock in the middle. They seemed to like it – they continued to kiss on every stroke, their kisses getting longer each time. I was close to cumming and pre-cum seeped from the end of my dick.
Maybe Marty figured that out. In any case, she took the end of my cock into her mouth and sucked in half my dick. Mom went back to watching and she fondled my balls at the same time. Marty’s head bobbed up and down and soon – I came. My balls tightened and cum shot into her mouth. I could feel and see from her eyes how much cum spurted from my dick, but she swallowed it all. Her lips smacked when her mouth came off my cock.
“Do you want a taste?” Marty asked mom provocatively.
She did. She and Marty leaned over me and kissed each other, tongues quickly emerging and playing together. Marty climbed over me and the two of them sat up on the bed, kissing deeply. Their breasts, still covered by shirts, almost touched. Marty put a hand on mom’s breast and mom put her hand over Marty’s, massaged it. They were totally getting into each other.
As for me, I just watched. My cock was already soft. Only the tiniest remnants of cum dribbled out. I was mostly lying down, playing with my shirt buttons, leering at Marty and mom.
Marty began to unbutton mom’s blouse. She did it slowly, one button followed by kisses and groping before she got to the next button. Her hand wandered down between mom’s legs and rubbed mom there. Eventually, mom’s blouse was open and she took it off. She unclasped her bra a moment later and tossed it aside.
With mom’s bare breasts before her, Marty’s mouth grazed a nipple. Marty was tender, her lips barely touching mom’s boob, just brushing the skin. Mom’s nipples were hard. Marty licked them, very slowly, taking her time. She had made me cum like a rocket, but with mom she was moving in slow motion.
