Around 2000’ish I dated a Catholic girl and her family were active church members. A very stereotypical American rural family of 3 kids on a farm and they lived 1 mile down the road from a mobile home I was renting at the time. I was Atheist and a city boy (I suppose I still am) so we really didn’t have a lot in common but I guess opposites attract. I took her virginity and it took several more times before she actually started to enjoy it but I knew that we weren’t quite right for each other so I always made sure to pull out to lessen the risk of pregnancy. At some point early on, she had confided to me that her dad was abusive and made me promise to keep it to myself. However, her dad seemed like the farthest thing from the type. Everyone in that household always seemed happy, they were always laughing and they often teased the dad calling him “Wayner” as his name was Wayne. Along with other observations, I hate to admit it but I had a hard time believing her, thinking that perhaps she was seeking some kind of attention thing from me that I didn’t understand. I was hanging out over there quite a bit and they seemed as normal, down to earth as an apple pie. But something later happened that made me wonder just because it was so baffling and out of touch with the norms. I can still get aroused just by remembering it. I’ve processed it so much over the years that even though I have no conclusions, it helped me to remember a lot of details.
So after maybe 6 months, we break up. We wanted different things, she wanted a huge family with lots of kids and animals with a farm and I not so much. I was content on envisioning my future self living that “metrosexual” lifestyle in a nice apartment and dining out every night. So anyway, about 2 months later, it was a nice sunny weekend, either a Saturday or Sunday in the afternoon and I had a knock at my door. It was her mom, Elizabeth and some other woman who I had never met before. She said they had been out to a ton of rummage sales and decided to see how I was doing. We talked for a bit and they both claimed that they were tired and the woman she was with who’s name I can’t recall, mentioned that she wanted to get a quick nap in before heading out on a long drive for some town wide rummage thing. Elizabeth agreed and asked me if they could take a quick nap here to sort of recharge I guess before going.
This had no logic because she literally lived just a mile down the road. Like you drive west to the first rural road, turn right and drive like 4 farm houses down. So I’m thinking why would she want to nap here instead of her own house? I showed them to my bedroom, they got in. The other woman got in on one end under the sheets and faced towards the wall. Elizabeth climbed in, scooted over towards the middle and mind you my bed was a size smaller than queen but not sure what they are called and then asked if I wanted to take a nap too but I don’t remember her exact words. I mean I did often take afternoon naps and the look on her face seemed to communicate something…I just didn’t know what it was but I guess she had a welcoming look to her plus the fact that she made room for me all gave me the suggestion that I should just get comfy and take a power nap.
So, logic aside, I climbed in. Maybe it was her power of suggestion or maybe I figured that if I had to be quiet so that they can nap, I might as well take one myself. Now we’re cramped and I’m at the far edge and she is on her side facing me as her friend remained on the other edge facing away and we’re literally like right up on each other. I have no recollection of exactly what happened but I guess being so close together, it just happened. We started kissing and I don’t know if I maybe started it or if she or if our faces were so close that we just did it and didn’t stop.
Now her mom wasn’t a MILF or anything. She was heavier set, I’d guess around 170 lbs or so, short with really large boobs, short dark hair and I’d say she looked to be in her late 40’s at the youngest. She had attractive qualities though. Large boobs, probably double D’s or E’s. Her glasses rounded off a nerdy look to her face and all supported by a big round butt but I think it was the kissing that turned me on. That and I hadn’t had any in a while.
While kissing, my hands naturally gravitated to feeling her breasts. Then the clothing came off and I’m realizing that her friend is right there up against her, feeling every movement we made and there is no way that she is asleep yet nor could sleep that hard. I guess I figured that if Elizabeth didn’t care then I wouldn’t. She had large, dark brown areola’s and I sucked on her nipples until she nudged me on top of her and she guided my dick in. I think just due to how we knew each other, we had enough trust that the thought of a condom didn’t cross my mind. Her pussy felt just like her daughter’s, smooth with a gentle hug to it. Neither being the tightest I ever had but still felt great, especially since I had not had any for at least 2 months. I was mostly feeling disbelief that this was even happening and this wasn’t something that even came close to crossing my mind before. It was like having a surprise birthday party when it’s not your birthday and your gift had no thought put into it but you’re still glad you received it anyway because it’s enjoyable. That’s how I felt.
Her friend laid there and never moved an inch. I was pounding Elizabeth pretty hard there for a bit and moving the whole mattress as we were constantly ramming up against her as we changed positions, so I knew that she had to be awake and was just pretending or perhaps she was thinking OMG, I can’t believe what they’re doing but I better just mind my own. With Elizabeth on top, she laid directly on top of me with her legs straight out along side mine with her face hovering over mine looking at me which for me at the time, I never done before. I was familiar with cowgirl but not quite in this way because it was like a lazy cowgirl and no idea what this position is called but it felt very personal with our eyes locked. After some time, she wanted to take a break claiming that she was getting too “hot down there” She’s the only person I ever been with that claimed that her pussy was over heating. She laid on her side next to me with her leg hiked up in an effort to cool it off I guess. I noticed her pubic hair was trimmed around just enough for a bikini perhaps but otherwise quite bushy. Then as if to bide some time, she went down on me and gave a brisk blow job. In hindsight I think perhaps she was ready for me to finish but I wasn’t. She got back on top and we repeated swapping places doing these same two positions all the while still constantly bumping up against her friends back. This is probably one of my longest sex sessions I ever had, it felt like 2 hours but probably closer to an hour. Even though the sex was vanilla as far as basics go, just it being someone new who I’d never thought of before in that way and certainly shouldn’t have happened at all just made the memory that much more arousing. Perhaps more so now than then.
I remember at one point, looking over at her friend and secretly having the thought that it would be nice if her friend joined in, but even if it was planned out it seemed odd that she was there to begin with. Elizabeth stopped about 2 more times during that course to take a quick break that she would fill in for me by sucking my dick. I was getting tired as I’m sure she was so I put more focus onto finishing. She was laying on top of me as before, resting on her elbows on the bed over my shoulder looking down at me while thrusting her hips in a brisk, consistent motion and I whispered in her ear something like “I’m bout to finish” I wanted to let her know but I didn’t want to be vulgar or crude about it and say hey, I’m bout to blow my wad or something. She increased her pace and rode me out to a slow stop. Other than what I’ve mentioned, no other words were spoke during that whole time. She rolled off to my side and made the awkward attempt to put her dress back on while still under the sheets and so I reached around for my stuff and got dressed. She pecked my lips and said “that was nice” I think i nodded or something as the wave of sleepiness made my eye lids so heavy and we both fell asleep. Within a couple hours, I awoke as they both got out of bed and her friend asked Elizabeth if she was ready to head out. They both made it seem as if nothing had happened and they didn’t stick around. They both gave me a hug goodbye and that was it.
I kept thinking how baffling it was like WTF just happened? I never saw either of them ever again until about 2 years ago I saw both my ex and her mom shopping at Target and I saw my exe’s sister once at a quick mart a few years prior and we chatted for a bit. However, I still have so many questions…like if they did plan it, then how did that conversation start? Was an abusive husband to blame? Or maybe she just wanted to bond with me because I used to date her daughter and she liked me? Was it some kind of Catholic, been married for too long kind of thing? Why was her friend pretending to be sleeping and why would she even be involved at all? And since she was, why couldn’t we just had a threesome or why didn’t she watch? Perhaps it wasn’t planned and her friend laid there thinking OMG the whole time but didn’t want to interfere? The situation itself never made any sense to me at all and I have had years to dwell on it. All I have of my ex and her mom is one of their old family pics, probably from the late 80’s or something of Elizabeth with her kids but without Wayne in it and sometimes I look at it and think to myself, what in the world was going on in that family that led to that? I don’t know much about Catholics nor abuse, if either was even a factor. I felt like I knew Wayne well enough that it’s hard to imagine him turning violent as he was so laid back and funny and I even felt bad for him and my ex after it happened.
It’s just one of those things that has always intrigued and baffled me knowing that I’ll never have an answer but I certainly have no regrets. It was an interesting experience and shows how you never really know someone.
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