I am in love with my mom – 4

“OK, I have to ask. If the two of you are this comfortable being nude in front of one another, something tells me, this isn’t the first time you have either.”

They looked over at one another briefly, a sudden agreement and acknowledgement passing between them as they did that, as one, they turned back around facing me, smiles on each of their faces. “Obviously…we have yes,” Stella said first, mom following up on that.

“Val and I…for years now, every once in a while, well…shall we say, got together?” she said somewhat embarrassed at the omission, though Val seemed even more aroused by the confession of it as she went back to joyfully stroking my cock, even rubbing the head of it against the side of my mother’s face as she spoke. “I didn’t see it as really cheating…” she then explained as though needing to, for obviously this particular activity had been going on ever since the two of them had gone to college together, if not before then. “We’re not lesbians,” she then added, as though needing to say that for some reason.

“Didn’t say you were, or that it was necessary for you to explain yourself either mom,” I assured her. “I know how it was…with you and dad,” I said letting her know that I’d always known she had not had the kind of love and affection in her life that she’d always wanted and hoped for. Val had given her a little comforting compassion in that over the course of the years, and I of all people wasn’t about to judge either one of them for it either.

Shortly after that, I settled back into the seat of the couch, enjoyed the double tonguing I was given, and watched excitedly as they fed one another my wildly spraying cock when I came.

I enjoyed the pleasures of each, one riding my dick, the other sitting on my face as I ate them out, bringing them both to pleasure that way first, and then fucking them again where I too enjoyed the pleasure of another climax, thrusting in one, and then out, into the other, laying side by side, teasing them as well as myself mercilessly as I eventually came that way, one spurt inside mom, the next one in Val, until I had fully spent myself simultaneously in each.

I sat back after that, recovering, recuperating, as the two of them then showed me how they had so many times over the years, enjoyed the pleasures of one another.

**

That had been a very wild and satisfying night to be sure. The following night, mom had come to me in my room and we hadn’t left it all day Sunday, almost lazily fucking one another, long into the night when I could no more have gotten it up, than flown to the moon.

True to her word, when the cast came off Monday, and I could easily walk about again, though there would still be a bit of rehabilitation ahead of me, mom was adamant about what she’s said earlier. What we’d enjoyed and shared together would always remain special, another time in another place. But it was now time for each one of us to move on. She promised to start dating again, if I did. Something we both came to agreement on.

And though I was a tiny bit jealous when she actually did start dating, I was happy for her. She needed a full time companion in her life once again. Someone who would love her, and finally give her the things she honestly needed and deserved out of life. Something that even as her son, I knew I could never fully give her myself.

As for myself, the strangest of things. Perhaps because of Stella perhaps, I had taken to spending more time in visits with not only her, but the twins. Karen and Sharon had always been something of an enigma to me. I had for years liked them both, I mean after all, they were identical in every way, well…as much as I’d seen anyway, which wasn’t nearly as much as I’d always wanted to. That soon changed after all this, and rather quickly too for some oddball reason, which I’d always wondered about.

A little over a year later, I actually married Sharon. Though what no one else except for my mother, and Stella of course knew, was that I’d essentially married Karen as well. We’d spent our wedding night, the three of us together. There were times when Sharon and I had gone out together as a couple to friend’s places for dinner, or functions at work I was required to attend. It was quite often during those times, when it was actually Karen who attended those with me, assuming the identity of her own sister, something that the two of them could so easily, and so convincingly do.

And during those nights that we shared our lives together, seeing the two of them sharing an intimate love in ways I could only before now imagine, even that as wildly erotic as it was, it could never quite compare to the intimately loving relationship I had once known with my mother as she’d nursed me back to health.

But…the twins certainly kept things interesting, with no regrets, but that as they say, is another story.