After spending the week in Palo Alto with my stepson and his fiancé, I arrived back in New York City, deeply conflicted and confused. The wheels of United flight 1254 touched down at La Guardia airport shortly before six o’clock in the evening. I had been traveling for over eight hours, and in addition to being conflicted and confused, I was exhausted.
I took the nearly forty minute taxi ride to my Manhattan flat deep in thought. So much had happened. It would take some time to process the emotional and psychological impacts of the events of the past week, or more accurately, the events of the past three and a half years.
I called Robert to tell him I had arrived safely. Robert thanked me for making the trip. We chatted briefly. I was shocked when Robert informed me that Elizabeth had written a story on a very popular website, Lushstories, that told of the events of this past week. The article was entitled, “Seducing Cindy”.
I felt an anxiety attack approaching, as I panicked at the very thought of our story being made public.
Robert asked me to visit the site and critique the article. Robert was adamant that he wanted to know my reaction to the way Elizabeth told our story. I was nervous, or perhaps I should say scared, at what might be contained in Elizabeth’s story. Reluctantly, I agreed to read it. I told Robert that I would call him after reading it to tell him what I thought.
I decided that I needed a good night’s sleep before addressing Robert’s request. I would read the story tomorrow. I needed to gather my thoughts and to build my courage before I faced my many debaucheries.
It was the next evening, after I had enjoyed a relaxing bath, that I garnered the courage to read the story. I was sipping my second glass of merlot when I logged onto the Lushstories website and searched for the story, “Seducing Cindy”. It was listed under the category of “lesbian”, which made me think it was mainly about Elizabeth’s and my relationship.
Sitting at the computer in the tiny office that sits immediately off my living area in my upscale Manhattan apartment, wearing only my robe, I started to read Elizabeth’s depiction of how she and I became lovers. I found it ironic that I was sitting at the very desk at which I accidentally stumbled upon Robert masturbating while watching porn on that fateful night, a little over three years ago. So much has happened, and so much has changed since that fateful night.
I returned my attention to the story that my stepson’s fiancé had posted.
I sat there, hypnotized, as I read Elizabeth’s accurate description of my sins with my stepson. Her words took me back in time, forcing a vivid mental picture of the night I got caught watching Robert stroking himself. I was forced to revisit the series of inappropriate events between my stepson and myself that culminated in Robert and me sharing my bed the entire summer before he returned to college.
Robert had obviously shared some very private and intimate details of his and my relationship with his fiancé.
I read on.
Soon my vagina was leaking profusely, as I recalled the erotic and sensual details of my seduction at Robert’s hands. Elizabeth’s story merely opened the door to these memories, my mind took it from there as I filled in each arousing detail.
I was both mortified and flattered, as I read the events of the past week from Elizabeth’s point of view. I was flattered by the complimentary manner in which she described me. I was also touched by the affection she expressed for me in her narrative. However, I was mortified as I read the accurate description of my slutty behavior the night I allowed Elizabeth’s stepbrother stay with me in my room, and allowed him to fuck me in every conceivable position.
I became terribly aroused as I read Elizabeth’s account of her seduction of me, leading me to my one and only experience with another woman. Almost involuntarily, my fingers found their way between my thighs, slowly stimulating my erect clitoris, as I read the beautiful account of how Elizabeth and I made love to each other while Robert and Gary watched.
It only took a few minutes of rubbing circles on my sensitive little nubbins before I climaxed sitting there at my desk. I seldom climax from clitoral stimulation alone. I usually require some penetration, either with a penis, fingers or my vibrating dildo for me to achieve my orgasm. But tonight my climax arrived quickly and powerfully.
I looked at the clock on my desk. It was fifteen minutes after ten. Therefore, it was only 7:15 p.m. on the west coast where Robert and Elizabeth were. I dialed Robert’s cellphone.
“Robert, is now a good time?” I asked.
“Sure, mom. Elizabeth and I were just watching some tube. What’s up?”
“I did as you asked. I read the story. It is very erotic. It’s also very embarrassing to think that I did all those things, and now my sins are out there for everyone to read,” I acknowledged honestly.
“Mom, no one will ever know it is you, or me, or Elizabeth in the story.”
“Robert, it might not take a super sleuth to piece together the fact that I live in New York, I have a stepson at UCLA who just got engaged.”
“Mom, trust me, no one who has ever met you could ever imagine that it is you in this story. Besides, the readers always assume these stories are fiction.”
I had to admit that he had a point.
“But other than that, how did you like the story?”
“It was very arousing. I liked it a lot.”
“Did you masturbate?”
“Robert! You can’t ask me that!” I admonished.
“Come on mom. After what you and I have shared? You did, didn’t you?”
I shook my head and laughed nervously, “You know me too well. Yes, I did.”
“I knew it. I knew that you would. Mom, Elizabeth and I have a favor to ask you. Would you write the same story from your perspective? You know, tell how you felt, and the emotions you experienced last week?”
“Oh Robert, I couldn’t do that. I’d be too embarrassed. I just couldn’t.”
“Please mom. It would mean a lot to both Elizabeth and me. It would be so fucking hot to have you put your feelings and emotions down for people to read. It would be so sexy to think that men and women all around the world were reading about your experiences and your emotions while they masturbated; that your words were making thousands of people cum.”
Suddenly, I became aware of my erect clitoris again, as I had to admit to myself that the thought of people masturbating as they read my story was very appealing.
“I’ll think about it. No promises, but I’ll consider it.”
Robert thanked me for even considering writing the story. We chatted a while longer before hanging up.
I awoke the next morning, and decided that I would try to fulfill Robert’s and Elizabeth’s request. I would make an attempt to capture my feelings and emotions tonight after work. It took me several days, but here is the result of that effort:
Our story: Elizabeth and me:
I was thrilled when Robert called me to tell me that Elizabeth had agreed to marry him. Elizabeth was everything I could hope for in Robert’s fiancé. She was beautiful, tall, statuesque, athletic, intelligent, sassy, flirtatious and charming. I could not have been more pleased that this woman would become my daughter-in-law.
This engagement meant a great deal to me personally. For the past three years, I lived in fear that my weaknesses and my sins could cause Robert irreparable harm. I feared that the emotional entanglement of Robert’s and my intimacy might interfere with Robert forming meaningful relationships with more appropriate romantic targets, closer to his own age.
This engagement served to alleviate much of that fear, and with it, considerable guilt.
Within a day or two of Robert telling me he was engaged, I was invited to fly to the west coast to attend an engagement party honoring the young couple. The party was being hosted by Elizabeth’s uncle, Uncle Ralph. The party would give me an opportunity to meet Elizabeth’s family, and to get to know her more intimately.
I arrived at San Jose airport after midnight, early Friday morning. Robert and Elizabeth met me at the baggage claim. I receive a warm hug from Robert and then from Elizabeth. She seemed genuinely glad to see me. I could not help but like her.
Although I had met her before, I was still taken by her beauty. She was strikingly attractive and charming. She had a tall, athletic figure, with long blonde hair that she wore pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a pair of form fitting jeans and a tan t-shirt. I could not help notice her nipples were erect under her bra.
She had large green eyes and an engaging smile. Yes, Robert’s fiancé had a cute, wholesome appearance that any woman would envy. Yet, she was sweet and genuine. Robert appeared to have captured the “brass ring”.
Robert and Elizabeth drove me to my hotel. I was suffering from severe jet lag, and I fell asleep quickly.
Elizabeth arranged for us to meet for lunch the next day. I awoke shortly before eleven o’clock, having slept a full seven hours, I felt rested and refreshed. I called Elizabeth. We arranged to meet at one o’clock, at the Character’s Sports Bar and Grill in the lobby of the Santa Clara Marriott.
We ordered cocktails. I ordered a glass of merlot, Elizabeth ordered a cranberry juice and vodka cocktail.
“Elizabeth, I want you to know, I am very pleased to have you as my future daughter-in-law. I think you are a lovely young woman.”
Elizabeth smiled and responded, “Thank you. I truly appreciate the compliment. I want you to know that I respect and admire you as well. Based on some things Robert has shared with me, you and I share more in common than you might expect.”
I felt myself tense up at her words. Her comment both intrigued and concerned me. What had Robert shared with his fiancé?
Elizabeth shocked me by revealing that she both knew and approved of the intimate relationship that Robert and I shared, and she was willing to allow it to continue. Elizabeth shocked me further when she revealed that she had fallen into a similar inappropriate relationship with her stepbrother following the death of her father, shortly following her seventeenth birthday.
My head was spinning. On one hand I was mortified that someone knew my deepest secret. But in a very real sense, I was relieved. Elizabeth knew what Robert and I had done, and did not view me as a pariah. She knew the real me, and was not appalled. Not only that, she was willing to allow Robert and me to continue to be intimate on occasion.
I never thought I would meet anyone with whom I could share this deep, dark secret. In a very real sense, I felt as if a burden of secrecy had been lifted from me.
I cannot describe the closeness and affection I felt for this young woman at that moment. I wanted to hug her and thank her. In that instant, she became one of only two people on the planet who actually knew what I had done, and she did not recoil from me. She did not despise me. She actually understood.
That evening, Elizabeth allowed Robert to spend an evening with me at my hotel. It was a marvelously fulfilling and intimate evening with my stepson. I will never be able to thank her enough.
And then the evening of the big party. Elizabeth arranged for her stepbrother, Gary, to be my date and to take me back to my room. Elizabeth confided in me that she had only been intimate with two men in her life, Gary and Robert. She told me she wanted to share them both with me.
The day after Elizabeth’s engagement party, Gary and I met Robert and Elizabeth for a late brunch. While we sipped Bloody Mary’s and Mimosas, Elizabeth suggested that Robert and Gary take her and me out for dinner and dancing.
Normally, an evening of dinner and dancing with my stepson and his fiancé, along with Elizabeth’s stepbrother would seem innocent enough. But in the context of the various entanglements involved here, there was nothing “normal” about the four of us going out together.
I was uncomfortable with the fact that within the previous seventy two hours, I had been intimate with both Gary and Robert.
Despite my embarrassment and discomfort, I agreed to accompany the group, not even knowing whether Robert or Gary was supposed to be my date for the evening.
After brunch, I excused myself and returned to my room alone. After two nights of loving making, first with Robert then with Gary, I was clearly sleep deprived. I needed a nap. After a Bloody Mary and two Mimosas, I drifted off to sleep quickly.
I woke from my nap at 4:15 p.m. Robert and Cindy were due to pick me up at seven o’clock, so I had a couple of hours to get ready.
I took a bath, shaved my underarms, legs and vulva. I dried myself, blow dried my hair, and applied my make-up.
I selected a black cocktail dress, black gladiator pumps, and a matching black bra and bikini panty set. I decided that my legs looked good enough, so I skipped the nylons.
I studied myself in the mirror, I looked good. The cocktail dress was fairly low cut, exposing a fair amount of cleavage, the skirt came down to mid thigh, showing off my legs nicely. The dress accentuated my figure, showing off my thin waist nicely. Yes, this dress was quite flattering.
I was standing in the lobby when I turned to see Elizabeth walking across the room. She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a beige dress that came down just below her knees. The skirt flared open as she walked. I could not tell if she was wearing a bra, but her nipples stood proudly under the silk material of the dress. As I said, she looked stunning.
Elizabeth hugged me, pressing her perky breasts into mine, and said, “Cindy, you look lovely.”
“Thank you. You look wonderful yourself. I can see why my son is so taken by you.”
Hell, even I was feeling a unique attraction to this tall, slender, beautiful blonde myself! I have to admit, this is the first time in my life that I felt a sexual attraction to another female. And the attraction was more mental and emotional than it was simply physical.
We dined at an upscale restaurant in Palo Alto which Elizabeth selected. We flirted, joked, and drank over dinner. Robert and Elizabeth offered to pick up the check, but I insisted on doing so since I was the only one who was gainfully employed.
Elizabeth then directed us to a local club that had a dance floor. Elizabeth and I took turns dancing with both Robert and Gary. Elizabeth also asked me to dance to a couple of songs.
The alcohol consumption had lowered our inhibitions, and there was considerable kissing and touching on the dance floor as well as under our table.
Elizabeth was teasing and flirting with both of the guys. I also felt like she was flirting with me somewhat. I must confess, I enjoyed her attention. I cannot describe my feelings at the time any better than to simply admit that I was developing a crush on my stepson’s fiancé.
We seemed to truly connect with each other. I don’t know why the connection with this lovely young thing felt so real and so natural, but Elizabeth and I simply seemed to connect.
The music was too loud, and I was having trouble hearing. Elizabeth indicted that she was getting a headache from the noise. She suggested that we take our little party back to my hotel, and test out the hot tub and spa.
I explained that I did not bring her swim suit. Elizabeth responded, “Neither did I. You and I can go in our bra and panties. The guys can wear their boxers. It’ll be a little bit naughty, but they guys will love it.”
She was very convincing. But still I protested, “We can’t walk through the hotel wearing just a wet pair of panties and a bra.”
“We can wrap ourselves in towels. It’ll be fun,” Elizabeth assured me
I could feel myself blush at the very prospect of what she was proposing. My heart was pounding in my chest as I considered her suggestion. It was wickedly naughty.
I admired her charm and self confidence. Although she was twenty years my junior, she had a poise and self assurance that I envied. I was drawn to her in a way I had never been drawn to another female before.
I realized that I would do anything she suggested, I was that taken by her.
“I guess that would work. Actually, I have two nice, plush Marriott robes in my room for you and me. The hotel provides them with the suite. The guys can make do with the towels,” I offered nervously.
Elizabeth squeezed my hands and said, “I like the way you think, Cindy. Does your room have one king, or two double beds?”
My mind raced to why the type and quantity of beds in my room was of interest to her. What did she have in mind?
“I have two doubles, a couch and a little sitting area in my junior suite,” I replied.
“Great. after the hot tub, if we’ve had too much wine, we can all crash in your room, if that would be okay?”
With a noticeable quiver in my voice, I answered, “I suppose we could do that… all crash in my room tonight.”
She was caressing my hands as we spoke. She was flirting with me shamelessly. And I loved it. I felt a unique attraction to this woman. There was something about her demeanor that prevented me from thinking of her as twenty years younger than me.
I started to ask her about the sleeping arrangements, but changed my mind. I simply could not find away to phrase the question I really wanted to ask, which was, Who am I going to be sharing a bed with tonight? I decided I would find out my fate soon enough.
We arrived back at the hotel a few minutes before eleven o’clock. Robert handed the car keys to the valet attendant.
Elizabeth grabbed a bag with two bottles of wine, some plastic cups and a wine opener. Robert led us through the lobby to the elevator banks. We rode the elevator to my suite.
My hands were shaking slightly as I fumbled to retrieve the electronic card key from her purse. There was something about crossing the threshold with my stepson, his fiancé and her stepbrother that felt wicked and dangerous, despite the fact that I had already slept with both these young men.
Once inside her room, Elizabeth took the two bottles of wine out and set them on the coffee table that was in front of the small, two person love seat in the sitting area. She also took the plastic cups and wine opener out.
I was taken aback when Elizabeth removed a tube of warming massage oil from the bag, and set it on the nightstand between the two double beds. She smiled at me and simply said, “This is for later. We can have the guys give us a massage after the hot tub.”
I found her calm, quiet assertiveness and confidence very, very appealing. I wished I was more like her.
Elizabeth opened one bottle of wine, and poured two large plastic glasses of wine. She handed one to me.
We were both already feeling a bit light headed from the alcohol we consumed over dinner and at the dance club. But if I was going relax, and abandon all inhibitions, one or two more glasses of wine might help.
Elizabeth offered the guys some wine, but Gary indicated that he was going to head to the lounge and grab a couple of beers for Robert and him. Robert offered to accompany Gary, leaving Elizabeth and me alone to prepare for our hot tub adventure.
“Where are those robes?” she asked, as she unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, as I stared admiringly. God, she was sexy and beautiful. Her bra and panties were a light beige or off-white and very shear. The darkness of her areolas was plainly visible through the thin, diaphanous material. I could see each bump and contour of her very erect nipples.
The crotch of her panties was sufficiently transparent so that I could determine that she shaves her vulva. I liked knowing that.
I handed her the robe which had not been worn yet and was still hanging in the closet. She placed the robe on the bed, and remained somewhat exposed in he shear bra and panties set. I could not stop staring at her gorgeous body.
Elizabeth kicked off her shoes, and was now wearing only my bra and panties. She walked over to the closet to hang up her dress.
“I don’t want to look like I slept in this dress tomorrow,” she said casually. Clearly, she was expecting to spend the night in my suite.
“Let’s get you ready for the hot tub, Cindy,” she said, as she took the plastic cup of wine from my hand and set it on the dresser. She turned me so that I was facing the mirror. Standing behind me, she reached up and unzipped my dress.
I stood there, motionless, allowing her to slowly remove my dress. I could not help shivering nervously as she undressed me. I was excited and scared. I was not sure what was going to happen tonight. I was not even sure what I wanted to happen.
She lowered my cocktail dress off my shoulders, and I stepped out of it. Without saying a word, she left me standing there in my black bra and panties as she hung up my dress, next to hers in the closet.
I stepped out of my high heel pumps, and then stood motionless, staring at my reflection in the mirror, not quite sure what to do next.
“You really are quite lovely in your black bra and panties. You are absolutely stunningly beautiful,” Elizabeth said, as she walked back and stood next to me.
I lowered my eyes to the floor, and softly mumbled, “Thank you.”
My emotions were all over the place. I was aroused, excited, embarrassed, scared, nervous and anxious. I felt like I could not move. I was frozen in place.
I glanced into the mirror, and saw Elizabeth staring at me as though she wanted to commit my image to memory. I felt her gaze burning my skin. I felt so exposed as she studied my near naked form. But more than just being exposed, the expression on her face made me feel beautiful, sexy and desirable.
Elizabeth moved behind me, and our eyes met in our reflection in the mirror.
At five foot ten inches in height, she was a full six inches taller than me. Elizabeth has the tall, slender, athletic frame of a model. Her long sleek legs accentuated her firm, round butt. Her perky breasts with their perpetually erect nipples seemed to be begging me to touch them. I can honestly say that I have never seen a more beautiful woman.
I shuddered slightly as she reached up and began rubbing my shoulders from behind, as we both stared at the sexy image reflected back at us. She lowered the straps of my bra so she could massage my shoulders without obstruction. I was afraid the cups of my bra would fall open, exposing my breasts, but they remained in place, barely held up by my 34B breasts.
Very slowly, she ran my hands over her shoulders, as her palms gently grazed over my erect nipples over the thin material of my bra, brushing against them.
I started shivering ever so slightly at her touch. I could feel my pulse in my erect clitoris. My lubrication was seeping out of me, soaking the gusset of my bikini panties.
“Are you okay? You’re shaking,” she asked.
“I’m just a little nervous, I guess. This is uncharted territory for me,” I confessed candidly.
With the palms of her hands barely touching my erect nipples through my bra, she asked, “Should I stop?”
Nervously, I shook my head and softly answered, “No, I am enjoying your touch. I’m just a little scared.”
She continued teasing both of my nipples between her forefinger and thumb, pinching them through the shear black material of my bra as she reassured me, “You don’t have to be scared of anything. I won’t push you into anything you don’t want to do. We can go as slowly as you need. I promise.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. I laid my head back on her shoulder, and quietly moaned, as I savored her touch.
In a teasingly slow manner, she ran her hands lower, stroking my abdomen and said, “Oh my, you have a beautiful body. Your tummy is so flat, and your breasts are still so firm and perky. God, I hope I can look this good when I’m your age.”
I moaned and stammered, “Thank you.”
I reached around behind me and grasped both of Elizabeth’s thighs, as she continued to touch and tease me. I remember how firm and muscular her thighs felt as I squeezed them. It was the first time I had ever touched a woman in even a remotely sexual way.
I was consumed with lust for this beautiful young woman. At that moment, I knew I would do anything for her. I would do anything to please her–anything.
Slowly, Elizabeth moved her hands lower, down past my navel and placed the very tips of her fingers into the waistband of my bikini panties, teasing my sensitive skin with her touch.
I wanted to slide my own hands up her thighs, and touch her vagina through her panties, but I was too nervous, too scared. So I just stood there, leaning back against her, allowing her to touch me however she chose.
I wanted to ask her to touch me lower, to touch my clitoris. I felt like I could climax with the slightest touch. I was so aroused. But I could not force myself to utter the words asking her to touch me lower.
Elizabeth withdrew her fingers from my waistband, and moved her hands back up towards m breasts. Only this time, her fingers slid inside the cups of my bra and touched my nipples, skin-to-skin.
I would moan and quiver each time she traced her finger tips across my very erect nipples. She pinched them ever so gently, causing me to moan audibly. I could feel my vagina to begin to “open up”. The gusset of my panties was now soaked.
The caresses were more sensual than sexual. I did not make any attempt to touch her intimately. However, I continued to massage her thighs as she continued to caress me.
Suddenly, we were interrupted. The door clicked and I jerked forward, breaking our contact. I was startled by Robert’s and Gary’s return.
I quickly pulled the straps of my bra back up over my shoulders.
I could feel my face, neck and shoulders turn a bright crimson from embarrassment. I felt like a little girl who had been caught being very naughty.
I do not know why, but I certainly did not want either man to know of the innocent touching I had just enjoyed with Elizabeth. And I did not want them to know how wet my vagina was from Elizabeth’s relatively innocent caresses, or how easily I could climax right now.
The guys returned, each carrying three beers that they decided to purchase from the commissary in the lobby, rather than pay the exorbitant prices in the bar.
Elizabeth casually stepped away from me as the door opened. The guys did not see her touching me.
Both Robert and Gary made it clear that finding Elizabeth and me stripped down to our underwear was an unexpected, but very pleasant surprise.
I was glad I was wearing black panties, which hid the wetness in the gusset from my leaking pussy.
Robert exclaimed, “Well hello, ladies. You two are looking good.”
Elizabeth instructed the group, “let’s go try out the hot tub.”
Elizabeth and I put on the hotel robes. Gary and Robert stripped down to their boxers and t-shirts. The guys each wrapped a towel around their waists. Elizabeth topped off both of our plastic cups with the wine, emptying the bottle. Both Robert and Gary each emptied a beer into a large Solo cup.
We had our drinks, our towels and robes; and we headed out to the spa.
The athletic club and spa were on the third floor. We found the place dark and deserted. The sign on the athletic club indicated the hours were 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m. It was now well after eleven o’clock. The facility was closed, and the lights were out.
I was ready to abandon our quest for the hot tub since the spa was closed. Elizabeth was a bit more persistent.
“See if your card key will open the door,” she instructed.
To all of our surprise, my room key did unlock the door to the spa and athletic club. Apparently, although the pool and spa were supposed to be closed, they did not disarm the lock after ten o’clock
Elizabeth exclaimed, “Disco! Victory!” as the door opened.
I had not heard that expression before, but it was clear, Elizabeth was pleased that we were able to sneak into the spa after hours.
Robert led the way to the hot tub, which was on the opposite side of the pool. He found the controls, and soon had the heater and jets working.
It was dark, but the illumination from the exit signs gave us enough light to find our way. We were like high school students sneaking into the locker room when the school was closed. The risk of getting caught while sneaking into the spa after hours added to the naughtiness and excitement of what we were doing.
Both of the guys dropped their towels, removed their t-shirts and climbed into the warm, effervescent waters of the spa. Elizabeth tossed her robe on a chair by the hot tub. She turned to me and untied the rope holding my robe closed and removed it. After placing my robe next to hers, she took my hand and led me to the spa.
Elizabeth was obviously the most dominant one among our little foursome. She was in control of the group’s actions. I found her confidence, poise and self assurance absolutely intoxicating. She owned me tonight, and I think she knew she owned me.
In the soft glow of the exit sign, I saw her sheer bra and panties literally disappear as they became wet. Truthfully, she would not have been more exposed if she was naked. The thin, diaphanous material of her underwear seemed to simply evaporate once it was wet.
While when wet, my black bra and panties were quite revealing, they were not quite as transparent, and did afford a little bit more modesty, than Elizabeth’s beige underwear in the warm, swirling waters.
I looked at Elizabeth with complete lust and admiration, “God, you are a sexy sight.”
My desire for her was increasing by the second. There was something about her confidence and beauty that I was suddenly finding irresistible.
She was physically attractive, no question about it. But her appeal was more than that. Gary and Robert were two of only three men with whom I had climaxed, the third being Robert’s father; and both Robert and Gary had also been inside her.
This gorgeous woman and I really had shared a great deal already.
Additionally, she was one of only two people who knew the details of my intimate relationship with Robert.
Elizabeth and I shared some intimacies that caused me to bond with her emotionally in a way I would never bond with anyone else.
Based the fact that Gary was not shocked that Robert was sharing a hot tub with his stepmother, I surmised that Elizabeth had shared some details of Robert’s and my unique relationship with Gary. I wondered what he knew, and what he thought about it? I forced myself to abandon any concerns about what Gary did or did not know, and return my attention to Elizabeth.
We sat boy-girl-boy-girl in the hot tub. I was sipping my wine, the guys were drinking their beers from their plastic cups.
I could not stop staring at her breasts as they floated on the effervescent waters. With all the alcohol I had consumed, I was more than slightly inebriated, and my inhibitions were rapidly disappearing. I became more brazen as I stared at Elizabeth, with a combination of lust, admiration, desire and affection.
Elizabeth sat up high enough to keep her nipples at the water level. She seemed to liked having her breasts stared at with such lust and desire.
We chatted and flirted as we sipped our drinks.
Elizabeth set her cup down and turned towards the side of the spa. Kneeling on the bench, she positioned herself so that the jet was pulsing directly on her clitoris.
“Oh Cindy, come here. Please, hold me in place,” she begged.
I set my cup of wine down and moved behind her. I positioned myself behind her and wrapped my arms around her, pushing her into the pulsating jet. She was rocking her hips now as the jet of water stimulated her clitoris, pulsing through the thin material of her panties.
Robert and Gary watched in amazement as she humped against the strong, pulsating stream of water as I pushed behind me, holding her in place, bracing behind her and forcing her vagina into the pulsating stream.
Elizabeth brought my hands up to her breasts as the pulsating jets of water to stimulated her clitoris.
“Oh god, Cindy, this feels so good on my clit. I think I can cum this way. Hold me tightly. Please. I am so turned on. I need to cum,” she begged.
I pushed my vulva into her butt. I began rocking my hips as I pressed my mound into Elizabeth’s firm ass. Elizabeth’s arousal was arousing me.
My fingers were tweaking her erect nipples through the thin, wet material of her bra.
I slid her bra up, exposing her breasts, and allowing me to caress her skin-to-skin.
Her movements became more dramatic. I could tell that her climax building. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she began to quiver and moan.
“Oh, shit.. I’m going to go off… oh fuck… hold me Cindy… oh shit it’s a good one.”
I pressed my entire body into hers, and held her tightly against the jet. I pinched her hard nipples more firmly as she shook in my arms. Her climax seemed to go on and on.
Unexpectedly, as I pressed my pussy into he ass, I climaxed with her. I quivered and moaned in her ear, pinching her nipples as my orgasm quaked across me. I bit her ear between my teeth as I shook from my climax.
We quivered together for thirty or forty seconds, as we savored our simultaneous climax. I felt her go limp, indicating that she was done cumming.
“Thank you, Cindy. That was wonderful. Let’s go back to the room,” Elizabeth suggested as I released her, allowing her to float away from the jet.
I watched as she pulled her bra back down over her breasts, before taking another sip of her wine.
We climbed out of the spa, dried and donned our robes. The guys climbed out, each sporting a major hard-on. They dried, put on their t-shirts and wrapped towels around their waists; but their erections were still quite obvious. We could only hope that we did not meet anyone in the elevator since Gary and Robert each looked like they had a tent pole under their towel.
We walked silently down the corridor to the elevator. Robert and Gary walked closely behind Elizabeth and me, using us to shield the huge boners that were so very obvious under their towels.
Quietly, we snuck back to my room. Robert bolted the lock as the four of us entered the junior suite. Elizabeth immediately stripped out of her wet bra and panties, tossing them in the sink.
She posed naked in front of her three admirers for several seconds, allowing us to admire her naked body. Clearly, she liked being exposed and admired this way.
“I like that you shave. So do I,” I commented, referring to her shaven vulva.
Elizabeth smiled and replied, “I expect that you and I will each appreciate the fact that we both shaved our pussies before the night is over. I shaved mine for you earlier.”
Her words sent a twinge through my loins. I wanted to tell her that I shaved my “parts” for her earlier as well, but thought that saying so would sound insincere or silly, so I remained silent.
Elizabeth grabbed the tube of warming, massage oil and handed it to Gary.
“You and Robert need to give Cindy and me a nice massage and back rub to get us in the mood,” Elizabeth directed. “Cindy get out of those wet clothes and come lie next to me on the bed.”
I nodded, said nothing, but as they all watched, I reached up between my breasts to unhooked the clasp on my soaking wet bra, and pulled down my panties, tossing them in the sink along with my underwear. I stood naked in front of all three of my lovers.
Despite the fact that I had not only been naked in front of Robert and Gary previously, but I had also slept with each of them, being naked in front of Gary, Robert and Elizabeth at the same time felt very different. I felt much more exposed. This felt much more dangerous and wicked.
They stared at me for several moments. Elizabeth said enthusiastically, “You really are a beautiful woman. Let us look at you for a moment.”
“Thank you,” I answered, and stood there silently under their gaze.
I was uncomfortable being exposed this way. I kept raising my right thigh a bit to shield my vagina from their gaze. I also seemed to be unable to keep my hands from wandering up to cover my breasts.
“Don’t cover them up. Let us see how beautiful you are,” Elizabeth instructed, as she walked over to me, took my hands, and removed them from my breasts.
She stood back admiring my figure and simply said, “Very nice. Very nice indeed.”
I looked at the floor in front of me, unable to look her in the eyes in my nakedness. I was so aroused by this woman.
Instantly, both Robert and Gary removed their wet underwear as well, freeing their very rigid and erect penises.
It was s surreal sight, these two magnificent erections, both of which had driven me to orgasm previously. I stared at these two naked specimens in the same room with me, and wondered, Who was larger, my stepson or Gary?
Their erections were quite similar in size, but it appeared that Robert’s erection was slightly larger and thicker; but both penises were truly magnificent.
Elizabeth reached out and gently cupped one of my breasts, and said, “I just love your body. Your breasts are so firm and perky,” as she gave my 34B cup tit a playful squeeze.
I had expected us to lie on separate beds for our massage, but Elizabeth had other ideas. She took my hand, led me to the bed closest to the door, and had us both lie down on our stomachs, side-by-side.
I was curious, which guy would massage which female?
Gary, decided to give Elizabeth a back rub, directing my stepson to massage me. Clearly, Gary knew that there was some level of intimacy between Robert and me. Also, he certainly was not trying to hide the fact that he and Elizabeth were quite close either.
Robert sat on the bed next to me. I held Elizabeth’s hand as Gary massaged her shoulders, back and buttocks.
Both men quickly moved from our shoulders, to our backs and buttocks. Robert and Gary seemed to be synchronizing their massages, attacking the same area of Elizabeth’s and my body simultaneously. Laying naked together with this beautiful, young woman, I opened my legs as Robert’s fingers traced up my inner thigh, searching for my opening.
Just as Robert’s two fingers pried there way inside of me, Elizabeth gave me an update of what she was experiencing.
“Cindy, Gary’s fingering me,” Elizabeth cooed as she squeezed my hand tightly. “Oh my, he’s got two fingers inside me now.”
I panted, “Me too.”
It was all I could do to speak coherently, as Robert penetrated my vulva with his fingers.
Soon she was moaning loudly, “Oh that’s it… oh fuck… right there… oh shit… keep doing that.”
I was arching my hips up, pushing back on Robert’s hand.
Robert was massaging the front wall of my vagina, pressing his fingers into my g-spot. My arousal was growing rapidly. Elizabeth and I were both humping and moaning, as our taboo lovers finger fucked us simultaneously.
“Oh right there… that’s it, that’s… right there… don’t stop… oh fuck, Gary, you’re going to make me cum… oh fuck… keep doing that… deeper… I can’t hold back… Cindy cum with me… oh fuck,” she cried out.
Suddenly, her entire body went through a series of convulsions. The sensuality of her orgasm, her moans and cries of pleasure, and the contortions she made arching her ass backward to force Gary’s hand deeper inside her cunt was too much for me to witness.
For the second time in less than an hour, Elizabeth’s orgasm triggered mine.
“Oh, baby… I’m cumming too… oh god, I can’t help it… oh baby, so good,” I cried out squeezing her hand tightly as we shared our orgasms together.
We lay there, side-by-side, panting, trying to recover our senses.
After a few minutes, I heard Elizabeth say to her stepbrother, “Gary, you got me good.”
Robert and Gary both withdrew their hands from our dilated vaginas.
“Cindy, let’s take care of our men now. They deserve some relief. But let’s not let them fuck us quite yet. I want to taste you later before anyone cums inside you,” Elizabeth instructed.
The words “taste you” resonated with me. I was not sure I was up for that. I was scared and nervous. But I knew then, as I know now, that I would not refuse that woman anything, ever.
“I guess that’s only fair,” I conceded.
“Cindy, which one do you want?”
I was being forced to choose between Robert and Gary. I assumed Elizabeth was expecting us to give each of these gorgeous young studs a blowjob to take the edge off them.
“Oh my, I can’t choose. I like them both.” I was genuinely afraid of offending whichever one I did not choose.
“Well, since I can be with Robert anytime I want when we are back at school, I think I’d like to take care of my stepbrother, if that is okay?”
Without waiting for an answer, Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Gary to stand in front of her.
I turned my attention to Robert, who moved into position in front of me.
Sitting on opposite sides of the bed, Elizabeth and I simultaneously delivered our best fellatio to the two men who we each loved dearly.
“You certainly have a marvelous erection here, young man,” I said before kissing the glans several times.
I stared at the large bulbous head for several seconds, before I started gently kissing the head. I could smell and taste the trace sperm that was leaking out.
I slowly opened my mouth to allow the head to slip past my lips. I began sucking slightly, wrapping my tongue around the underside of the ridge that separated the shaft from the glans. I was moving my mouth up and down, taking only two to three inches of him into my mouth. I could feel his hips rock upward to meet my movements,
I stroked downward with my fist, opening the tiny slit at the end of his urethra. As I have done previously, I inserted my tongue into the tiny hole at the tip. Robert literally shuddered with pleasure as a loud moan escaped from him.
Robert was moaning loudly, as he massage my head while I teased his cock. I knew he was approaching his orgasm. His moans grew louder and louder, and he began arching his hips more violently.
“Oh damn, mom, I can’t last long,” Robert moaned.
Obviously, the excitement of seeing his stepmother and his fiancé had him on the edge already.
I took him from my mouth just long enough to say, “Baby, don’t hold back… cum for me,” before putting the very sensitive glans back in my mouth. I pumped the thick shaft furiously in my tiny fist.
Suddenly, Robert stopped moving his hips, and just stiffened his thighs, allowing me to simply suck on his cock and pump the shaft more rapidly. Within a few seconds, his breathing began to quicken, and I knew instinctively that his arousal was increasing, and he was approaching his climax. My baby was going to cum.
I continued to stimulate the head of my stepson’s cock with my lips and tongue while pumping the shaft. Instantly, he erupted, and a large rope of slightly salty semen shot into my mouth. I continued pumping his cock as I swallowed his load.
I heard Gary grunt. The sounds were unmistakable. He was ejaculating in Elizabeth’s mouth as well. We had given our men the release they so badly needed.
After he finished spurting his ropes of semen in my mouth, I kissed his penis several times before releasing his cock.
Robert placed his fingers under my chin, lifted my face, and said, “Mom, that was beautiful. I love you so much. Thank you.”
“I love you too, baby. More than you’ll ever know.”
“Liz, that was great. You two ladies are so fucking sexy,” Gary exclaimed.
“Okay guys, now that we have taken the edge off for you so to speak, grab a beer and sit over there. Cindy and I want to explore our feminine sides, okay?” Elizabeth instructed, directing the two men to the chair and two person love seat in the sitting area of my suite.
The guys nodded and accepted their instructions. Each grabbed a beer and sat obediently. I watched with keen interest as their penises swayed in front of them as they walked to their assigned seats. Their cocks were not rigid, but were full and heavy looking as they stuck out, horizontally. I suspected that it would not take much to make those two marvelous youthful penises stand straight up again.
I then smiled at Elizabeth. I realize I was drawn to her charm, her beauty, her intellect and her warm sensuality. But most of all, it was her confidence that amazed me. I marveled at how this impressive young woman simply seized control, and people did as they were told.
She sat next to me on the bed, our thighs touching. She placed her hand on my knee and asked, “May I kiss you?”
“I’ve never kissed a woman before,” I confessed.
“Well, I want to be your first. May I?”
I nodded and said, “I think I would like that.”
I find it ironic that, after ejaculating in my mouth, men do not want to kiss me until I have brushed and gargled. They seem to be paranoid about getting a taste of their own medicine. But Elizabeth clearly had no such apprehensions about kissing me immediately after I had ingested several ropes of her fiancé’s semen.
She placed her palm on my cheek, and turned my face towards her, and slowly our lips touched. It was more sensual than sexual. Out lips parted slightly at first. I felt the tip of her tongue flicking along my full lips. I opened wider and gently sucked her tongue into my mouth.
My head was spinning.
Elizabeth took my right hand and placed it on her left breast. Hesitantly, I explored the contour of her breast, gently massaging it, rolling the erect nipple my index finger and thumb.
“Oh, that feels nice,” Elizabeth moaned, before resuming our kiss.
Elizabeth must have sensed my nervousness from how timidly I touched her.
She broke off our kiss momentarily to say, “It’s okay, Cindy. Relax. Let’s just get to know each other a bit here.”
“I’ve never touched a woman before. I guess I’m a bit nervous,” I confessed again.
“I know. I can tell. Just touch me the way you like to be touched.”
Elizabeth ran her hands over my breasts, fondling the nipples, tugging at them.
“Oh god, I love your tits, they are so firm and perky. I love how big and erect your nipples are,” she said, as she pulled them just short of being painful.
She leaned forward and took my nipple into her mouth and sucked. I caressed her head while she nursed at my breast. I could not help but moan out-loud.
I glanced over to see that Robert and Gary were mesmerized by the sexy scene that was unfolding. Their erections were standing straight up, as large and rigid as ever. This scene definitely aroused them.
Elizabeth removed my nipple from her mouth, and gently pushed on to my back. She kissed me again, kissed and sucked on my neck, biting it slightly. She worked her way back down to my breasts, as I massaged her head and shoulders.
With my nipple in her mouth, her fingers traced there way down across my flat stomach and down to vulva. Her fingers quickly found my very wet slit as she opened the lips of my labia.
I lay there panting, caressing her head as I opened my thighs to grant her access. Elizabeth found my erect nubbins, and rubbed tiny circles around it with the tips of her fingers, causing me to shudder and moan.
All my doubts and inhibitions had evaporated. I wanted this. I wanted her. At this moment, she owned me.
Elizabeth started kissing her way down my tummy, heading to my pussy.
Elizabeth started to climb between my legs to lick and kiss on me, but I stopped her.
“Elizabeth, turn around, and climb on top of me. I want to taste you too.”
She smiled and nodded that she understood. She climbed on top of me, straddling my face, placing the two of us in the “sixty nine” position. Since she was taller than me, she was able to arch her back, to place her vagina inches above my upturned face, as she opened my labia with her fingers.
I moved my arms around her waist, and reached behind her to open her vagina. It was the first time I had ever looked at the inside of another woman’s vagina. It was beautiful. I liked her scent.
I was still studying her opening, when she flicked her tongue across my clitoris. I moaned approval, as I touched my tongue to her clitoris.
Soon we sucking and licking each other, each moaning from the pleasure we were receiving. Having climaxed minutes before, I was certain I would not cum again, but that did not detract from the pleasure and intimacy of my first lesbian experience with this beautiful, young, sexy goddess.
Elizabeth was clearly responding to the way I was stimulating her clitoris. She was grinding herself into my mouth and chin, as I was licking and sucking on her. I noticed that her clitoris seemed to grow and swell under my stimulation. It was almost a half an inch long, and very engorged. I took it into my mouth and sucked like a long nipple.
Elizabeth shuddered and moaned loudly. For the briefest of moments, she tried to pull away from me, moaning, “Oh fuck… too intense.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tightly, preventing her from pulling away from my mouth, as I sucked more violently. Her clit was so swollen, I thought it might pop.
Her entire body quaked, and she buried her face into my vagina licking and sucking on me. My pussy muffled her cries of pleasure as she was grinding her vulva into my face and chin. Her legs tightened as she squeezed my head between her thighs.
I could taste the sweet secretions of her vagina flowing out of her as she came.
I have never been so aroused in my life. Once again, Elizabeth’s orgasm triggered mine. Together we humped against each other’s mouths, as we each sucked and licked each other. We could not stop cumming.
Finally, she raised her head and cried out, “Oh shit… I need to stop… fuck… that was intense.”
She arched her back and broke my suction on her clitoris. I could feel the wet perspiration on our breasts and abdomens making the contact of our skin slick and slippery.
I lay there panting, trying to catch my breath, as I stared at her vagina, where my mouth had been moments before.
“God, you taste good. I never knew how sexy and rewarding that could be. Thank you Elizabeth.”
Elizabeth’s head was resting on my thigh now, and she responded, “No, Cindy, thank you. That was so beautiful. You have no idea how much I enjoyed doing that. You made me cum so good.”
Suddenly I became aware of movement in the room, and looked over to see Robert and Gary approaching the bed with rigid erections.
Clearly, they intended to fuck Elizabeth and me, repeatedly.
“I think our men are looking for a warm, wet place to stick their boners. Got any suggestions?” Elizabeth observed.
“Oh my, those are impressive erections they are sporting. I better get my diaphragm in place.”
“I think you better,” Elizabeth advised, as she rolled off of me.
I hopped up and retrieved my diaphragm from it’s tan plastic case. I considered going into the bathroom and installing my protection in private; but something stopped me. I wanted Gary to witness the installation. I remember the first time Robert had watched me insert the diaphragm. The process both intrigued and aroused him. I wondered if Gary would like to watch this process as well.
So I stood there brazenly in front of my three lovers, Elizabeth, Gary and Robert. I found the large tube of spermicidal jelly from my suitcase. As Robert and Gary watched with keen interest, I filled the belly of the beige concave latex barrier with spermicidal jelly.
Staring directly into Gary’s eyes, I folded the latex device. I squatted slightly, opened my labia with my left hand, as I slid the diaphragm into place with my right.
“I guess I am ready for all comers, now. Or should I say cummers?” I quipped.
