I had been seeing Jenny on and off for about a month when she first introduced me to her mother, Angela. It was quite an eye opener I can tell you that for free. It was close to midnight when I dropped Jenny off back at her house that she shared with Angela. Jenny’s father had run off to Somerset to be with some young tart he had knocked up from work leaving the two of them to fend for themselves.
I followed Jenny in through the side door that lead straight into the kitchen. There she told me to wait for her while she gathered some clothes together since she would be staying at mine that weekend. As I stood there waiting, Angela walked in wearing a pair of red pajamas apparently having spent her Friday night in front of the TV.
My jaw nearly hit the floor upon seeing her. She was just past 40 with a wholesome body that exaggerated her French figure. She had a big mane of blond hair that swooped and curled down her back to just below her shoulders. It was obvious her and Jenny were related since they looked quite similar in the face except for a few discrete wrinkles around Angela’s eyes that did nothing to stem her beauty. By contrast, Jenny was smaller than her mother having quite a petite frame but they both shared that one trait I have always adored; brilliant blue come-to-bed eyes.
The three of us hit it off immediately. Angela was such a good laugh to be with and I had barely known her for more than a few minutes before I started picturing myself opening up the top half of her pyjamas top to see what was underneath.
That night at my place me and Jenny gave in to our carnal desires as we usually did when we were alone. What was different this time was that I still had the mental image of her mother burned into my mind as I fucked her hard and fast all the while imagining Angela. The thought invigorated me to such an extent that I felt I had all the energy in the world as I pumped away at Jenny’s quite tight pussy; she was eighteen at the time and still quite inexperienced but willing to try anything once.
Over the next month I started to get to know Angela more and more as I spent more time with her and Jenny. Staying over there was especially a turn on knowing that Angela was in the room next door while I had sex with her daughter. I had heard about the mother-daughter fantasy before but had never embraced it as I was then as I realized I didn’t just have a huge crush on Jenny but her mother as well.
Getting ammunition for my mental imagery was hardly a difficult undertaking. They were both very comfortable with one another more so than the regular middle aged mother and teenaged daughter. Even now they were not afraid to get undressed infront of one another and sex was a frequent topic of conversation whenever we would open a bottle of wine together and it caused more than a few embarrassing moments for me as my ‘interest’ in the topic became clear to both of them.
It was a Saturday that IT happened. By then I had practically moved in with them since I spent so much time there. It was a hot day, one of the hottest on record and the two of them went into town to do some shopping. I loathed shopping and came up with the excuse of having to service my old heap of a car. I was done well before they got back and was sat in the living room as they seemed to stumble in at about six in the evening. They had both clearly had a few drinks in town because of the incessant giggling that came from the hallway.
Jenny came in and kissed me before going upstairs with her mother to put the stuff away that they had bought. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard Jenny calling me upstairs. I was enjoying watching the motorsport channel so I was slightly annoyed at being summoned.
I dragged myself up the stairs and could hear them still giggling from inside Angela’s room. Jenny called out again and said, “In here!”
I opened the door and was confronted by something I never expected to see. The two of them stood there side by side wearing bikini suits they had bought in town. Jenny had a little red strapless outfit that wrapped around her smallish breasts and had a bow on the front with a matching bottom half that clung tightly to her well shaven pussy. Angela on the other hand had a white set on that just about held her much larger breasts inside and was tied around the back and the neck. The bottom part was very skimpy to say the least and as I looked at her smiling flirtatiously at me wondering what my response would be I began to realize that she knew I fancied her and this was their way of teasing me about it.
“Well?” asked Angela referring to their outfits.
“Um…Very nice!” was all I could muster. Jenny burst out laughing followed by her mother before she walked up to me and put her arms around my neck. She began kissing me in front of Angela in a way that we normally reserved for in the bedroom. That was another side effect of her drinking, her inhibitions would lower dramatically and she became highly charged. The fact that Angela was there watching us kiss like this just heightened my excitement that was growing in my underwear. I was going to have to fuck her once we left this room. The sight of the two of them in those suits was causing my heart to start beating like drummer from a slash metal band. To my surprise however we weren’t going anywhere. Our tongues continued to twist and turn in our mouths which sent shudders down my body to the end of my cock.
“You’re making me jealous,” said Angela jokingly as she watched us from only two feet away! “I aint got no one.”
“Aw there, there,” I said playfully as I turned and went to kiss Angela on the cheek as I always did but it was as I turned back to Jenny I saw a strange look on her face. She was thinking something and seemed excited and nervous about it at the same time. She was wondering what it would be like to watch me kissing her mother. I could see it in her eyes. We both could and so as she looked at us and said, “Go on!” we both knew what she meant.
Angela and I looked at each other unsure what to do. Did Jenny mean it? We all knew that we had a ‘thing’ and neither of us wanted to hurt Jenny but she was the one coaxing us on. She was genuinely excited at the idea of me kissing her mother.
“Alright then,” I said as I broke arms from Jenny and turned to Angela. I put my hands on her bare waist and felt her soft skin for the first time. Angela put her arms up around me and leaned in towards me. Our lips just brushed each other once as we tested the water. She smiled indicating she liked it and so she moved in closer again. This time our tongues began to meet and touch more delicately and sensually than when I was kissing Jenny. As we kissed she rubbed her tongue seductively over my bottom lip and I felt my toes doing somersaults into the floor. It was probably the single most erotic moment of my life that far.
We pulled away neither of us wanting to get too carried away after all we didn’t know how Jenny was feeling about it now that we put her suggestion into practice.