Part 4.
Harry opened the door to Monica, which her being here was something of a surprise. “Hi Monica, come in, come in.”
“Hi Harry. Sorry to bother you,” she said as she came through the door, “Just wanted to talk about this outdoor setting.”
“Okay,” he replied, “Come into the kitchen, coffee is on and I’ll get some paper and we can draw up some ideas maybe.” He sat her down at the table and went into his office to get some paper and a couple of pencils. Since finishing the bed, Harry was designing other things to make, maybe another bed, maybe other household items. He did have the idea of a hallway bench seat that had a shoe rack under it and an offset stand at one end for wet jackets and other rain gear. The trouble was that he had to be able to get rid of the things he made, otherwise they would just clutter up his home.
Coming back into the kitchen, he poured a couple of cups of coffee, putting one in front of Monica. She sipped it and said, “You always have nice coffee, Harry, thank you.”
“Well, I buy the beans and grind them myself, that way, I know what I am getting. The rubbish we buy over the counter is labeled coffee, but it’s really dehydrated dark dishwater,” he laughed.
“You have to tell me where you buy from, I can’t take it any more, I need decent coffee,” Monica complained. Harry could appreciate that.
“You know the little Indian supermarket on Vine?” Monica nodded, “That’s where, not cheap mind you but good quality Liberica beans that come from Malaysia. That’s why no one else stocks them. Starbucks, MacDonalds and all those places use Arabica beans. They’re okay but they squeeze all the flavor out of them. Anyway, you don’t want to be talking about coffee beans. So, what do you have in mind?”
“I have a couple of images that I would like you to see, get your input of,” as she reached into her bag and pulled out some printed pages. She held them up and said, “These are thoroughly delightful, gave me great pleasure.” Then she handed them to Harry. He took one look at the top one and blanched.
“I like them all,” Monica said as Harry went to the next one, it was an image of him licking a pussy, the next showed Roxy sucking his dick. A sixty-niner, then him fucking Roxy and the last one had him shooting all over her face. Attack was the first line of defense.
“What the fuck’s this? You showing me porn? And this guy, he looks like me! Where did you get these?” There was only one place she could have got them, LateBloomer.
She must have captured shots and then posted them somewhere. “Why are you net surfing for porn?”
“I wasn’t, you dirty old man.”
Then it hit Harry. He was looking at LateBloomer, had to be. “You- You’re-”
“I am a very late bloomer,” Monica said. “The bed Harry, that gave it away. Soon as I saw it, I knew where it came from. Call her, ask her to come over.”
Harry took a breath. He was going to argue, but saw the look on Monica’s face. He stopped to absorb what he had just learned. “You’ve been a subscriber to Roxy’s channel longer than I have.”
“Yes. It was only after Anne died that I had the courage to even face my sexuality. Please, call her, invite her over.”
“What does Anne have to do with this?”
“I grew to love her, but I learned that my feelings for you both went a lot deeper than I thought was appropriate. I found Roxy’s channel almost by accident, I knew who she was and was surprised by it. I joined out of curiosity, then I think I wanted to have just a taste of that kind of freedom. Online, I could be a slut. It was anonymous, safe. Over time, I found I wanted more. I knew she occasionally had a ‘guest companion’ in and when I saw the bed, I had to ask for an older guy and just prayed you were the only older guy she knew and that you would do it. So will you please just call her.”
Being Friday, he knew Amy was not in a class, so he called her. “Hi, it’s me,” pause, “No, but we have a problem, can you come over here.” Listening, “I’ll tell you when you get here.” Listening, “Okay, see you in ten.” He ended the call. “What about Rob? Does he know?”
“Oh god no! He’s your son, but he’s nothing like you. Yeah, he is a decent husband, a good man but I think he is sexually insecure. Not confidant at all. Maybe somewhat immature sexually. I mean foreplay is limited to a bit of fingering and maybe some suckling but that’s about it. Sex is missionary, orgasms are nonexistent, unless I do it myself. After twenty three years, I want more.” She stopped, caught her breath, “I want to be fucked, made to cum, have a guy cum in my mouth, my ass, over my face, not just in my vagina. But also, I want someone to show me how to accept pleasure, how to give it.”
“Monica-”
“No, don’t say anything yet, let me get this out. I am probably going to fuck this up so please, just listen.” Harry had never hear Monica say fuck before so nodded and Monica went on, “I am really stretching my own limits being here, having this conversation, I could never do what Amy does but I’m really envious that she can do it.” Harry nodded. “Lucky girl,” Monica mumbled. “I’ve never thought of having an affair, and certainly never seen a woman as a sex object, let alone as a sexual partner,” Harry’s eyebrows lifted, “But that’s what she does to me. She has made me question those values and ethics I have held forever. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with her, but there is something in me that would really like to. Then you came, literally, into it. If I was to have an affair, it would have to be with you. So I’m taking the plunge – or the dick rather.”
“I should betray my own son? You just said he was a decent guy.”
“He is, but he fucks by the numbers. 1. Saturday night, 2. Under the covers, 3. Finger her pussy, 4. Plug in and stir, 5. Roll off and go to sleep. I know I had a very strict, religious, conservative background but I didn’t know any better. I thought that is what it was supposed to be. I was wrong! There’s a whole lot more out there than I dreamed was possible and I want some of it. On top of that, I want you to help me save him, he needs a lot more education and I can’t see him having an affair, so I have to be the one to do it. I need to learn too, so help me, please!” She was pleading.
“Just do it! When he’s in the shower for instance, go in there and suck him.”
“I don’t know how!” Monica blurted, “Show me! Help me!” Harry was pulled up by that, and the tears rolling down her face. He reached over and took her hand. It wasn’t enough, he knew but he wasn’t really comfortable with getting closer.
Monica and Harry drank their coffee, silently. Harry looked at the prints, his dick seemed a lot bigger than he thought it was.
“What about Sally and Amy?”
“A friend, that’s all. Beyond that, I haven’t asked, and am not prying. Amy has only said they are friends.”
“Amy fucks women, I know. She and Sally?”
“Told you, not my problem, none of my business.” Harry could feel the pimples growing on his tongue.”And if they are, so what?”
“I don’t know how her father would react. I must admit it would have been dreadful for me, until recently, when I finally grew up. It’s time for him to do so as well. But I need help.”
“By having sex?”
“Yeah, so I know what to do with him.”
“This is not a good idea.”
“What, like fucking a cam girl for a live show?” Monica smiled, “Yeah, you got caught. So man up and help me solve my problem.”
“But Rob-”
“I love him dearly, but there has to be more to our relationship than sex-as-chore.” At that moment, the doorbell went. Harry went to open it and saw the outlines of two people there through the frosted glass. Hoping they were JWs, Harry opened the door and much to his dismay, it was Amy, with Sally. “Oh fuck!” he said, “I should have said come alone, Monica is here and she fucking knows!”
“About me?” Sally asked, “About us?”
Just then, Monica appeared from behind Harry’s shoulder, “Sally, you’re in this too?”
“In what Mom?”
“Are you a cam girl too, or Roxy’s lesbian guest?” Monica asked, “Oh come on, inside both of you.”
Monica led the way to the kitchen, and sat at the table. The other three followed like kids who had just been caught cutting school.
Amy and Sally saw the prints on the table and looked at each other. “Obviously there’s no point in denying it,” Monica stated, “But some clarity would be appreciated.”
“Yeah, I’m both Mom.”
“Well this just got fucking awkward.”
“Monica is LateBloomer.” Harry informed them. Sally was shocked, “Mom!” Amy was surprised, but that was all.
“So you’ve known all this time and haven’t said anything?” She asked.
“No.”
“Okay, now what?” Amy asked Monica.
“No point in holding anything back,” Monica declared, “Well, I was just telling Harry that I love my husband, but he is really repressed. I’m learning about sex and sexuality in ways I never thought possible, so I came here to get laid. So now you know.”
“Get laid?” Sally asked, somewhat aghast at her mother’s brazenness.
“Look, I want to learn about sex, the actual fucking bit. The only time I’ve had an orgasm is when I’ve masturbated. But I want someone else to make me cum.”
“Too much information Mom.”
“Well deal with it,” Monica said, “After watching you two last week,” looking at Harry and Amy, “I know I want to be in it too. I asked Harry to invite you here so you could both fuck my brains out.”
“I’m gunna go,” Sally said.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Monica cried. “You’re in this as well.” The steel in Monica came out, replacing the tears Harry saw earlier. “Right now I am a fucking mess. I need help and I don’t know who to turn to except you two-three.”
“You could see a sex therapist, Monica,” observed Amy.
“I could,” Monica replied, emphasizing the ‘I’, “But I need Rob too and there would be no way that would ever happen. I have come to the conclusion that I really need to hit him fair square between the eyes with sex and maybe, just maybe he will be shocked into adulthood.”
“Do I really need be a part of this Mom?” Sally asked. She’s really uncomfortable now, Harry saw.
“Babe, I’m sorry but you have something I don’t and if I can’t trust you, who can I trust. You and Harry are family, Amy is involved with both of you, I need help here.”
“What do you want from us Mom?”
“Lessons in sex. Pure and simple. Look, I know this is a shock to you, but your dear old mom is awakening to the idea that sex can be fun. Watching Roxy has given me some ideas and likely I’ve had a better sex life being a voyeur since joining her channel than I’ve ever had. All I really want is to bring your father along.”
“These pics mom, you got them last week?”
“Yep. It was a long shot but I’m here. I worked out only recently that I am attracted to your grandfather and I want to do something about it.”
“Oh.”
“Amy has shown me something else and I’m attracted to her too. That attraction made me realize that I was also attracted to your grandmother as well. I take it you’re bi-sexual, so maybe you get it from me. Maybe I am too and all I want from Amy is to try it, see if it is really a part of me or just circumstances pushed me there.”
“Monica,” Amy said, “You’re a beautiful woman, you could have anyone you like. Why try and blackmail us?”
“Um- oh- No, I wasn’t trying to blackmail anyone. There is no threat here. I just wanted you both to know that I knew and wanted a part of what you were sharing. Especially after seeing Harry fucking you, I wanted that to be me.”
“MOM!”
“Oh get over it, Sally,” Monica said firmly, “You’ve fucked Amy, and I am now wondering if you’ve fucked Harry too.” She paused, “I really don’t care any more, because in the end, I think I want to learn to be a slut especially for my husband. If that mean fucking my father-in-law, and a couple of sex-workers, then so mote it be.”
“Okay, Monica,” Harry broke in, “Sally is still getting over the fact you know about the cam girl thing. Sally, your mom is beautiful and well worth lusting over, by men and women. Just – like – you!”
Harry stood, reached over and gently took Monica’s hand, urging her to her feet. “Come and join us if you like,” he said. He led Monica out of the kitchen towards his bedroom.
“Who?” called Sally.
“Either, or both, it doesn’t matter,” Monica called back. Harry was really surprised at that, but led Monica into the bedroom. He turned and kissed her, held her in his arms, then said, “I just hope the reality lives up to the fantasies.”
Monica felt his hands over her body, slipping over silken cloth, caressing her ass, her back. His lips pressed against hers, hard lips, just like his son, man lips. She closed her eyes, determined to keep them closed, surrendering to whatever was coming. A sound behind her didn’t make the slightest difference to her and she felt a body pressing into her back and butt. Hands ran over her hips, up, touching to sides of her breasts. As she kissed Harry, she felt a hand stroke her hair, pulling it out the way, then a soft pair of lips touching her neck. Monica shuddered in delight at the softness of those lips. She seemed to be being undressed, slowly, but she was going to be naked in front of two people, no three, and one of them her daughter.
“Mom, you are so fucking beautiful, I love you.”
“And so are you my darling.” Monica reached to her daughter and pulled her close, kissing her, deeply, passionately. “And I want you, I want to fuck you, all of you. Make me your slut!”
Monica felt her panties being pulled down by a soft pair of hands and a pair of lips were planted on a cheek of her ass. She felt a hand stroke her thigh then pass across her mons, stopping to slide a finger along the length of her labia. She heard a humming sound from behind and felt vibrations on her left leg, the point of origin sliding upwards to her thigh. It rose and then on reaching her ass cheek, it moved across her ass and slid into the crack where it remained. She had never felt anything like this before, naked, being kissed and tongued, fingers exploring her pussy and a vibrator stuck between the cheeks of her ass.
Monica felt herself being guided, likely to the bed, still with her eyes closed. She was being eased back onto the bed, her knees on the edge, feet not quite touching the floor. She felt her legs being parted and a series of soft kisses being planted up the inside of her leg, then her thigh. There was a gentle breeze disturbing her pubic hair, a coolness on her skin from someone blowing air across her distended labia. Monica jumped in delight when a tongue touched her swollen clit, lapped it and then began lapping her labia. Over and over she was pleasured by a tongue surrounded by soft lips and a mouth without shaved bristle. She didn’t care who was pleasuring her, she just knew it was pure pleasure.
There was movement alongside her head and her face was turned where a hot, soft yet hard something was rested on her lips. Monica knew this was one of those moments she would either accept or jump up and run out of the room. She had seen enough porn to know what was happening, she was about to get face fucked by a cock. Harry probably realized she had never sucked a cock before, had no idea what she was doing, but he did assure her that it would be okay. At the same time, she felt a soft mouth start suckling on her breast, tit! she thought. She opened her mouth and Harry pushed into it, he encouraged her to lap the knob with her tongue, then as he pushed in hold the tongue under the rim, let it slide along her tongue. When he pulled out, purse her lips, sucking on her cheeks, make sure she could feel the rim of the knob all the way in and out.
Harry told her it would take practice then Sally said that she would pick it up in no time. She realized that Amy was lapping on her clit, her labia, Sally then must be suckling on her tits. She kept her lips pursed and tried her best to make sure her tongue was in contact with knob of Harry’s dick all the time, but she was being distracted by the tongue licking her cunt. She had never before enjoyed so much sexual contact, nor the intense sexual pleasure it was giving her. Her stomach was in a turmoil, she could feel the tension roiling inside her, growing as wave after wave intensified. The muscles in her torso jumped, seized and she let out a moan that was a mix of a gasp and a cry signaling her orgasm.
There was no screaming, no threshing about, not like she has seen in some of the pornos she had watched, but she knew it for what it was. Someone else had made her cum!
Harry had pulled his cock out of her mouth, he didn’t want her to clench her teeth while it was in her. He motioned for Sally to move up on the bed and spread her legs. “Monica,” he said, “That’s how you get pleasured by a tongue, now you’re going to pleasure a woman with yours. You think you can do that?”
Monica opened her eyes and said, “I can try.”
“Good, that’s all we can ask,” Harry went on, “We think the first woman you pleasure should be your daughter. Can you do that?”
Monica looked around and saw in a direct line up Sally’s leg to her glistening pussy. “Oh my!” She exclaimed, “Never seen her from this angle before.”
“Kiss your way up my leg Mom,” Sally instructed. Monica rolled over and got onto all fours. She felt hands on her back, on her ass, another hand on her breasts. Monica watched a lesbian scene so tried to remember what she saw there, lots of kissing on the inside of the thigh, then covering the pussy with her mouth. Tongue searching for clit, lapping labia and she was rewarded by a series of gasps and moans from Sally. “Yes, mom, there, that’s it.” Monica hit the spot and Sally shivered every time in delight.
Monica felt a hand trying to spread her knees so she obliged and felt Harry’s hands on her butt. The vibrator had fallen out a while ago and no one had thought to put it back. She felt a weight between her lower legs and knew Harry was positioning himself behind her. He was going to fuck her! YES! A finger penetrated her, which was twisted, making her even more wet. Harry then wiped his cock all the way from her ass hole to her clit and back again, plowing her furrow almost. She shuddered in anticipation of what was coming, he prodded her, looking for that tight opening, then he found it. His cock engaged in her love tunnel, then proceeded to delve into her most private depths. Her pussy gave way to his assault of her insides, welcoming his big tool into her. Without a lot of ceremony, Harry pulled out to thrust in again and again. Monica had difficulty in concentrating on her tongue work while Harry was pounding her pussy like he was. A hand snuck around her hips and was stroking her clit, it was too soft to be Harry’s so it had to be Amy’s.
As he pushed into her, Monica’s mouth was sliding over the top of Sally’s clit and it didn’t seem long until Sally began to thrust her pelvis up onto Monica’s mouth. Again and again, the combined thrusting on her mouth and her cunt proved to be a major arousal for Monica. Sally grabbed Monica’s head and pulled it onto her pussy, holding it. Monica could only push Sally’s clit with her tongue and Sally let out a moan that was more like a scream as she seemed to have a total muscle snap. “FUCK! FUCK!FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE!” Sally cried so Monica pushed her tongue into Sally’s fuck hole and Sally responded even more. Her body grabbed Monica’s head and Monica felt a splash of something hit the inside of her mouth. She was doing it! She was making her little girl cum!
Monica felt a wave of emotion sweep over her, pride that she had made a woman cum the first time she has had such intimate contact with another woman. There was a touch of conscience at the fact it was her own daughter, but Sally wasn’t a little girl manipulated into this, she was a grown woman, there by unexpected accident, staying for her own reasons. Monica experienced the twin joys of a dick inside her and a hand touching her clit when a wave of pleasure hit all the right places and she screamed her own cum, her second, clenching her ass, grabbing Harry’s cock with muscles she didn’t know she had in her love canal. She felt his cock expand a little then spasm as he too gasped his cum. She felt it go all sloppy, gooey as he pumped his semen into her. They collapsed into a heap on the bed, all gasping for air.
After a few moments, all was calm again and Amy commented that they had all cum, but she was being left out to dry. Then she stated, “I love Harry’s cream pies.” Pushing Monica onto her back, as Sally got out of the way, Amy swooped onto Monica’s cum filled snatch. She spun herself around, nearly giving Harry a black eye and lowered her pussy onto Monica’s face. “My turn,” she said as she began to tongue Monica’s pussy. “Make me cum too.” Amy licked and sucked the cum from inside Monica’s pussy while Monica, for the second time licked and sucked a woman. She took her time, listening for the little clues of enjoyment Amy was giving.
Monica lapped at the smooth skin of Amy’s mons, sucked and mouthed the soft folds of her labia, tongued her clit all while Harry and Sally sat and watched. “That’s a beautiful sight,” Harry commented. “Yes, it is,” Sally responded, she paused, “My mother just made me cum, Harry.”
“Yeah, I saw,” he replied, “And I just fucked your mother, filling her with my semen.”
“Yeah, I noticed, and my girlfriend is cleaning her up.” Sally stopped for a moment, “And I really don’t mind a bit. I thought I might have, but I really don’t. I love them both, and I think it’s okay that they can love each other too.”
“And me?”
“I think it better she learns from you rather than anyone else.” Sally moved close and hugged him. Her hand dropped to his still damp prong and she squeezed it, noting another drop of fluid appeared in its eye. She bent down, taking his cock into her mouth and sucked it, slurping any stray fluids from it. She savored it, Harry saw, when she lifted off him. He then reached down and touched her treasure, she was really wet. “I don’t think I can keep it up long enough to make it work, but I can lick you if you like.”
Sally leaned over and kissed him and replied, “No, you can finger me if you like, I want you to watch this too.”
Amy and Monica were lost in each other’s cunts, lapping, licking, mouthing, tongue fucking, all of it. They took a while but eventually, Monica made Amy spasm into orgasm, following shortly after. Monica and Amy were both washed out. Amy collapsing onto Monica and not really having the energy even just to roll off. Monica didn’t mind at all, she thought. She loved having the weight of a woman on top of her, the aroma of a well loved pussy enveloping her. Amy stirred and rolled off Monica and nearly off the bed too.
“Wow! That was a bit scary, especially after such a great cum!” Amy gasped, the adrenaline still in her veins. Moving a bit more, she turned and faced Monica, kissing her, “For a first timer, you sure learn quick,” Amy complimented her, “That was fucking great.”
“Thank you, but I was only doing what you were,” Monica replied, “Which makes you a great teacher.” She kissed Amy and said, “You can do that to me any time. Does that make me a slut?”
Amy laughed and said, “Got a way to go yet, but we’ll get you there.”
Well, Harry thought, where to from here? After this, I’m really a dirty old fucking man!
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