1. All Good Things Must Start Somewhere
It had all started in Prague, Yvette thought as she lay in bed. She had been fucked more times on some of her other trips, and sometimes she’d had more people too. But the Prague trip had been special. Having that Swiss family first – watching the father and son cumming on her and Sangeeta’s meals, then the orgy back at Sangeeta’s apartment. Then she had Sangeeta’s sister and her son. She lay there thinking about Sammy’s cock in her pussy, in her mouth, in her ass and between her breasts. It made her wet all over again.

She thought about her family. Her kids were all grown up, but she was glad they still lived at home. Of course they had boyfriends and girlfriends, but she had persuaded her husband that it was better that their partners slept over at home rather than her children having sex on someone’s couch or in a car, or a toilet cubicle.

It had been good for her too. The sound of one of their children having sex seemed to create extra enthusiasm in her husband. She wondered who he was thinking of when he was thinking of when he fucked her. Was it her daughter, or maybe her sons’ girlfriends?

Since Prague she had changed. Before, when she had heard her sons having sex she had tried not to listen. When she got back from Prague she had started to think about what they were doing with their girlfriends. The thought of their penises inside their girlfriends had gotten her wet, and she often lay in bed masturbating to the thought of sucking their cocks. She knew she was still attractive. Fucking Sammy had confirmed that to her. When she was getting fucked by her husband, she had thought about her sons, imagining their penises inside her vagina. She started to fantasise about what she could do to them both. Finally she realised she needed to do something about it, so she started with her eldest son.

2. Yvette has her First Son: Steve
Flirting with her son had been a bit strange to begin with. But she flirted with him the same way she had flirted with so many other people before. Smiling at him, brushing against him, paying him more attention, letting him see a little more cleavage, hugging him a little tighter and a little longer, kisses moving from his cheek to his lips, and then becoming longer and longer. One time when he was between girlfriends she got a little drunk with him and cuddled and kissed him, letting her hands explore his body.

Then when they were home alone she moved on so that it was a real make-out session. They kissed, their tongues ending up in each other’s mouths.

The charade of a motherly kiss was finally over.

Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Yvette had ended up sitting on a kitchen bench, with him standing between her legs, grinding himself against her. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her, and Yvette could still remember how wet her vagina had been. She had undone her blouse and then put her son’s hands on her bra covered breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them and play with her nipples through the lacy material of her bra.

When he started kissing his way down to them, Yvette had known that she would soon have her son’s penis inside her.

She had moaned with pleasure, and then had undone his belt and pants. Soon he had been standing between her legs, his pants round his ankles, letting his mother stroke his hard penis.

“Put it in me Steve. Pull my panties down and fuck me.”

As she lay in bed she remembered what a relief it had been to finally say that to him.

She had lifted herself off the bench to let her son pull her panties down. He had paused, his penis millimetres from penetrating her and whispered to her “Do I need a condom Mum?”

“No darling, I’m on the pill.”

As soon as he had heard that he guided himself into her, and their first fuck had begun. It hadn’t lasted long, but his penis had all the lust and passion of a twenty two year old pounding a new pussy for the first time.

When they finished they had kissed before her son said, “We should have done this before now Mum.”

Yvette had kissed him back, and then said “Then we should make up for lost time.”

3. Kate helps with Ben
Kate had helped Yvette with her second son.

When she got back from Prague she had told Kate all about what had happened.

She had told Kate all about the father, son and daughter. How they had all fucked her, and each other. It had excited Kate, and it hadn’t taken much effort on Kate’s part to get Ben to have sex with her. A few visits to Kate’s office to drop things off for his mum, a little bit of flirting, a glass or two of wine, and then getting him to drop things off at her home.

They were lying in bed after they had had sex. Ben was lying on his side looking at Kate’s face and stroking her body, particularly her nipples, which were hard from his touch. Kate was lying on her back enjoying his touch, her hand stroking his penis, which had already recovered its hardness.

“So, how did you end up working with Mum?” he asked.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes, sure”, said Ben expecting Kate to tell him something really boring.

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“You can’t tell anyone. Ever.”

“Not even Mum?”

“Especially Yvette.”

“Okay, I won’t tell anyone.”

“You’ve got to promise.”

“You don’t trust me to be keep secrets? After all the things we’ve done? Imagine what would happen if I started talking and someone told your husband?”

“It’s even more secret than that. So promise. And promise not to be shocked.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Say it properly. Say you promise not to tell or be shocked.”

“Okay, I promise not to tell or be shocked.” Ben was starting to get more interested. His mother had always been just that to him. But maybe this would be another side to her. What could be the great secret.

Kate lay there for a moment. Ben’s fingers had moved from her nipples and were now running through her neatly trimmed pubic hair. He had complimented her on her patch of pubic hair looked earlier that afternoon when he’d pulled her panties down.

“I’d known Yvette for a while. You know, at conferences and industry events, and I’d heard her name mentioned quite a lot. She was obviously doing well, and I’d wondered why. She knew her area, but so did lots of other people. So one time we were at a conference together. There was a break and she was sitting alone in a café having coffee. So I went over and said ‘Hi’ and asked if I could join her. She said of course and so I sat down and we started chatting.”

Kate paused, relaxing for a moment to enjoy Ben’s attention to her clitoris.

“So after a while I asked ‘How do you get so much contact work?’”

“We work in the same general area, but at the same time quite different specialisations. So I wasn’t a competitor for the same work. If anything I was thinking maybe we could work together if the project needed her skills and mine.”

“I was surprised when she said that she was meeting some people from a big company that I knew spent lots on consultants and research. Then she asked if I wanted to come along to dinner with them. She said that maybe there would be an opportunity for me too if I was willing to get involved. She wouldn’t tell me anything else, just where and when to meet her that night.”

“So of course I went along. It was an incredible night. Drinks at a cocktail bar. Then dinner at a fancy restaurant. All the time they were talking about a huge contract.”

None of this surprised Ben, and he was wondering why Kate had made him promise secrecy.

“Near the end of the night I went to the bathroom with your mum. We were standing there freshening up our make-up. Then Yvette said to me ‘So are you interested in the contract we’re talking about?’”

“I said, ‘Yes, of course’, and so your mother said ‘Okay. I can get you five percent of it if you like.’ I was so excited. That much money and all I’d had to do was eat and drink. ‘But if you want thirty five percent.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. Thirty five percent would be about half my business’ annual turnover. ‘You need to take one of the guys back to your room tonight. Otherwise I’ll take both back to my room and keep ninety five percent.’”

“I was shocked. I didn’t do those sorts of things. Since I’d gotten married I’d only been with my husband.”

She paused, enjoying Ben’s fingers periodically exploring inside her vagina. They were still mostly working her clitoris, and occasionally visiting her nipples. The hard cock she had in her hand suggested he did find the story too off-putting.

So in a moment I made a choice and said that I’d take one of them back to my hotel room. And that’s what happened. Just as we split up Yvette gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear to have fun and call her tomorrow and we would have breakfast. That’s how I started working with your mum.”

“Kate, do you know what I want to do now?” asked Ben.

“No. Tell me,” said Kate.

“Fuck you.”

Without waiting for her reply he got on top of her and started to kiss her, and Kate responded by opening her legs so he could penetrate her.

After they had finished, Kate was lying on top of Ben, her head on its side, an ear to his chest.

She continued her story.

“The next day I met your mother for breakfast. I felt a bit funny, having cheated on my husband with a stranger, and knowing Yvette had too. She was very business-like. She explained this was why her business went so well. She had sex with the potential customers. She called it business development sex. Like taking a prospective client out to dinner, but much more reliable and much cheaper as the client normally paid for dinner. There was still work to do, but sex was why they chose her over someone else. Yvette said that normally she would have sex with the customers whenever they met, and that she would expect me to do the same during this contract. At the end she would see how it went, and if we both were happy then we would look for more opportunities together.”

“So it must have gone well,” murmured Ben.

“Yes. Pretty well. Next time we met them I did the other guy, and at the final meeting I had sex with one the first night and the other on the other night.”

“I realised it felt okay. Everyone involved knew what the limits were. It was just at these meetings, so I didn’t have to worry about my husband getting suspicious when I got unexplained text messages, or calls, or if I closed my emails when he walked into the room if I was working at home.”

“So Yvette got me involved in some more things. The sex got wilder and wilder. One time there were three guys. Your mum took two one night, and then said would I mind doing them both the next night. They liked the group sex thing. So I did it. I’d never done anything like that before, but it was okay.”

“Then the client was a woman. I’d definitely never done that before. Yvette said it was okay, and had sex with her whenever we met. Then at the end of the contract I got so much less money because Yvette had done all the fucking that I decided maybe next time I’d fuck the women too.”

“So I did. I told your mother and she said that was good. The woman we had just been working for had specially asked Yvette about going out for dinner with me, and was quite disappointed when Yvette had told her no.”

“So your mother said we should try it out together so that I didn’t get, as she put it, stage fright the first time with a client. So we did. She said do the things that you enjoy having done to you, because she will probably like it too. Then she showed me some other things I had never done with a man. Like scissoring. Rubbing your pussies together. It feels good. I liked playing with your mum’s boobs too, and she has a lovely ass. Have you ever noticed?”

“Yes, I know that. My friends have told me lots of times. That song ‘Yo mama’ could have been written about her.”

“What do you mean?”

“My friends used to sing it to me ‘Your mama’s on the top of my things to do list’.”

“That’s funny … but I imagine for lots of your friends it is true. Still, have you ever noticed?”

“Well, yes. Sometimes she doesn’t wear much at home, and I can see what my friend’s mean. She really has a good ass.”

“And nice boobs?”

“Yes, Mum definitely has nice boobs.”

“The truth at last. You think your mother’s hot.” Kate paused, and then carried on “So after I’d done it with your mother, she started organising more things with women. Sometimes it was me and the client, or your mum and the client. Sometimes it was all three of us. Lesbianism certainly paid off for me. Plus it was fun.”

“So how many women have you fucked?”

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe twenty five or thirty.”

“You’re not sure?”

“When it’s an orgy it can be hard to remember everyone you have sex with. Plus what counts as sex? A kiss? Sucking on her nipples? Or if you suck on each other’s nipples? Or only if you go down on her? Or finger her? Or scissor her? Yes, it’s hard to be sure.”

They paused and started to kiss.

“So,” said Ben, “do you count us as having had sex?”

“Yes,” said Kate before pausing to kiss him again. “Definitely.”

They kissed again, and Ben cupped Kate’s breasts in his hands. Not as big as his mother’s, he thought. But very perky.

“So what was the kinkiest thing you’ve done?”

“It was at a contract signing. We had fucked them all before of course, so we expected something. They took turns with both of us, fucking our pussies, we were sucking cocks, stroking cocks. The guys used us both, moving from my pussy to your mum’s and back again. From her pussy to her mouth or to mine, two cocks in our pussies or mouths. Finally they started to cum. I hadn’t had guys cum on my face before. Yvette and I ended up kissing and licking the cum off each other.”

“Wow. That’s great. I would never have guessed that about you – or Mum.”

“So remember. You can never tell anyone. You can only talk to me about this.”

“There is one thing I want to know though. Which of us is better in bed? Me or Mum?”

“Oh you of course. I like women, more than I had ever expected. But I think penises are better.”

“You’ve told me about Mum. Do you think you’ll ever tell her about us?”

“About us? She encouraged me to have sex with you.”

“What!”

“Yes, she said she wanted me to have sex with you, and I thought, why not?”

“Wow! I would never ever have thought Mum would suggest something like that! Why did she come up with that idea?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“After what you’ve told me today, that you and my Mum are basically hookers, and you’re both bisexual, you can’t tell me that?”

“We’re not hookers. We’re consultants. The sex is a bonus for our clients. And us. But your mum would have to tell you. I can’t.”

“So, I don’t think I can say to Mum ‘I was fucking Kate and she said you have sex with people to get money for your business, and that you’re into having sex with women, and you told her to screw me, but she won’t tell me why you told her to fuck me’.”

“Maybe not quite like that. Maybe next time we get together I’ll invite her over for a meeting.”

“So, have business development sex with my mother?”

“Well, not like that. We can see what happens. Have a think about it and let me know if you want to do it. Anyway, I’m still horny and your cock is still hard. Fuck me again before you go home and my husband gets home.”

“Okay. I want to fuck a pussy that my mother’s fucked as well.”

Kate liked the sound of that.

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