Mom, You're The Best p2

"I'd like to have sex with you and John would like to have sex with Mom."

John was startled by Zoe's comment; then the image of him fucking his Mom flashed through his mind.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? What's the matter with you?" Ben asked, feeling baffled.

"I've watched porn where a man your age has sex with a girl my age. I liked it. Wouldn't you like to have sex with me?"

Ben couldn't stop himself looking at her body. She was no longer his daughter. She was a beautiful young woman. A sexy young woman. Thoughts flashed through his mind: "What a body! She certainly is sexy. Amazing legs. No, no, no. She's having sex with her brother. This has to stop."

Zoe reached out for her father's hand and he pulled away. "Get out! Get out! The pair of you, get out of this house right now!"

John got up from the table, took Zoe by the hand and lead her out.

I scampered back up the stairs and waited a minute for Ben to come to our bedroom. "Well that didn't go very well," were his first words when he entered. I couldn't help but laugh at the understatement. "What's so funny?"

"You," I replied. He came and sat beside me on the bed and I held his hand.

"What did we do wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

I leant my head against his shoulder. I thought about what Zoe had said and felt fear when I realised I couldn't compete with her. If Ben wanted her I would be out on my own. I knew he loved me, but any man would find it difficult, nigh impossible, to resist Zoe.

Then it struck me that I might be alone regarding my opinion. I thought incest was wrong, but I asked myself 'why?' Inbreeding came straight to my mind, but I couldn't think of anything else. Obviously age and abuse are considerations, but both John and Zoe are adults. I was confused. I couldn't think why it was wrong.

That's when I thought about John's cock. I remembered feeling turned on when I first talked to him about Helen. The bulge in his jeans had contributed to the warmth between my legs. I confess I had thought about his cock a few times after Helen had described the sex they'd had.

"Maybe they've got a point." I heard myself say.

"And what would that be?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "Sexual norms change. Incest was accepted as normal years ago."

"And then they discovered the biology and inbreeding."

"And now we have the pill," I replied, not knowing where the conversation was going. We sat there without talking for the next five minutes. Both of us thinking about what had happened.

I broke the silence. "I sat on the stairs and listened to you talk to them."

"You heard it all?"

"Yes," I replied. "All of it."

"Including when Zoe said she wanted to have sex with me and John wanted to have sex with you?

"Yes," I replied, thinking about what Helen had told me.

Ben put an arm around me and pulled me tight. "What do you think we should do?"

I thought for a while. "Do you remember when we considered swinging?"

"Huh," he chuckled. "That didn't go very well, did it?"

"No, but it did mean we were both open to the idea of having sex with other people."

"Yes, but they're our children," he replied, sounding confused.

"Would you like to have another go at the swinging scene?" When he didn't answer, I took it as a 'yes' and guessed he was thinking about Zoe. "They're adults and have their own minds." I took a deep breath and composed myself. "Let's be honest. Zoe is a very attractive woman and I understand if you want to have sex with her."

"Wow!" he gasped and I noticed his trousers tenting as his cock grew. "An hour ago I was playing golf and now..."

"I think this gives away your answer," I said, as I squeezed his cock, getting confirmation he was getting hard.

"But what about you?" He asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "You've got a higher sex drive than me, so I... I wouldn't mind." I was amazed that I'd actually said those words, then felt a calmness come over me. I felt better accepting the situation. Then I felt excitement.

"Are you saying you really wouldn't mind?"

The excitement in his voice gave his intentions away. "You want sex more than I do. You're both consenting adults. Just not in our bed, okay?"

"Okay," was his answer and he kissed me on my forehead.

All manner of thoughts flashed through my mind and then I realised it all went back to Helen. All of this began with her. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if she had set the ball rolling.

John had never so much as flirted with me before he had sex with her. Had she planted the seed in his head? I decided I was going to have some fun with her. I took out my phone and called her. Twenty minutes later we were sat in her kitchen drinking wine.

"So for what do I owe the pleasure? She mischievously asked.

"Two things," I replied and sipped my wine. "Firstly, your squirting orgasms." I said and giggled. "I've never had one. Is there anything special you do?"

Helen looked at me in surprise. "Wow! I wasn't expecting that." She paused and thought. "The first time it happened, I went wild. I really let go and went for it. No inhibitions. No worries. Not even any consideration for Fred. I just needed an orgasm and it shocked me when it happened."

"So just let go?" I asked, unsure what she meant.

"You know how sex can be complicated. Are you doing it right? Should I be doing more? Is he enjoying it? All those sort of questions."

I nodded and she continued. "Well, I don't think about them. That's what I 'let go' of. Then I just enjoy myself and go a bit wild."

"Okay," I replied. "I think I understand that."

"Oh, and another thing," she started, then took a sip of her wine. "I can't believe I'm saying this. Makes me feel like we're schoolgirls again. Before it happens, it feels like you need a pee. That got me worried a couple of times, you know, the thought of peeing during sex. But it's not urine. Now I know when I get that feeling, I just push it out and whoosh, the sheets get soaked."

We both laughed and I understood what she meant about 'letting go'.

"What's the second thing?" She asked.

I thought over the lines I had rehearsed on the way over and put on a serious expression. "I need your advice," I began. "John and Zoe are having sex. How can I stop them?"

"Oh, WOW!" She exclaimed, wide-eyed and excited, as I expected. "Young lovers. They would make a good couple."

"Helen, I'm serious. What should I do?"

"Nothing. Let them enjoy themselves. It's only sex." She sipped her wine and gauged my reaction. "How did you find out?"

She was excited and I had her full attention. The line: 'It's only sex' convinced me I was right. I leant forward, held my head in my hands and mumbled: "Oh, God." Then I snivelled and gasped as I sat back. "I'm going to kick them out."

The excitement dropped from her face and she looked horrified.

"I've got to go," I stated and got up and left. When I got home John and Zoe had not returned. Ben and I ate in the kitchen and I asked him if he had a plan.

"I still can't believe what has happened," was his reply. "Are you sure you're okay with it all?"

"It's fine. Any man would want to have sex with Zoe. At least with you, it's someone who cares about her."

I was surprised at how casual my attitude had become. Giving permission to your husband to have sex with your daughter should be the last thing a mother would ever do, but I felt fine with it. Even slightly aroused and I wondered if I would have sex with John.

"I'll send them a text, telling them to come home." Ben stated and took out his phone.

Zoe and John were in a coffee bar when her phone buzzed and she read the message: 'Come home, go straight to your room, put on your tennis outfit, then wait for me.'

"Dad says to come home," she said to John.

"Whoa," he commented. "What d' you think's gonna happen?"

"I think we're going to be alright. Come on, let's go," she said and felt a warmth between her legs.

When they entered the house, Zoe went straight upstairs to her room. John paused in the hallway, then proceeded into the kitchen where his parents were sat at the table.

"Where's Zoe?" Ben asked.

"She's, uh, gone to her room," John replied.

I motioned with my hand for John to sit down. "You're a grown man now, John, and you make your own decisions. We can be 'grown ups' about this." The tension went from his body and he sat down.

"Thanks, Mom, Dad."

"What consensual adults do in their own home is nobody else's business," Ben stated nervously, then poured us each a glass of wine.

"How are you feeling?" I asked John.

"Kinda weird," he answered. "I didn't do any of this to hurt you. You know that, don't you?"

"We know," I replied. "We had a good chat when you left and we understand. If this is going to continue we have to know no-one is going to get hurt."

"It's only sex, Mom. I'd never hurt Zo."

"I know that, Hon, but how would you feel if your father had sex with your sister?"

John thought for a moment. "If she's fine with it, then that's all that matters."

"Good answer," Ben chipped in, then took a gulp of his wine. I almost laughed at his nervous excitement. "Right, I'm going up." He stated and took his wine with him and went upstairs.

John watched him leave, then looked at me, slightly confused. I simply nodded and he understood. We both sipped our wine. Then we heard Zoe shout 'Come in.'

Ben entered her room, closed the door and stared in wonder at Zoe. She wore a pleated white tennis skirt that barely covered her ass and a cropped white T-shirt. Her hair was tied into two ponytails and she had put on pink lipstick.

She spun through a turn and her skirt rose up to reveal the skimpiest white panties. "How do I look, Daddy?"

Ben cleared his throat, amazed by the sight in front of him. "Hot!" Was all he could say.

"Good! I want to look hot for my Daddy," she replied and took another spin. "Where would you like me, Daddy? Like this?" She asked, as she turned and leant against the bed with her ass pointed at him.

Ben felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her long legs and her panty clad pussy.

"Or like this?" She asked, as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide enough that the skirt rose up to the top of her thighs. "Or on all fours on the bed? Doggy style, woof, woof."

Ben's cock was rock hard and uncomfortable in his jeans. His heart was pounding as he stared in awe at the sexiest lady he had ever seen. He lost all notion that it was his daughter. She was a sexy young woman who wanted him.

"What's the matter, Daddy? Don't you want me?" She coyly asked, feigning shyness as she closed her legs.

"No, no, no. Of course I want you. But... But... Are you sure about this?"

Zoe rose from the bed and slowly walked towards him. She looked him in the eye and knelt before him. "It's just sex, Daddy. Now let me see your cock." She reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans.

Ben's breathing rapidly increased in speed as she pulled on the zip. She pulled his jeans down and his cock tented his boxers. "Ooh, look at that." She looked up as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Is this because of me?" She asked seductively.

Ben looked at her and nodded, unable to speak. Zoe slowly pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang out inches from her face.

"Would you like me to lick your cock, Daddy?" He nodded and felt her soft tongue lick from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft and over his crown. She licked it again then took hold of it in her hand. "Nice cock, Daddy. Tastes goooood."

"Sweet Jesus," he muttered when she sucked his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue over his crown. Her lips sealed to his cock, she moved her head up and down his length and he gasped out loud. She let his cock pop from her mouth and bounce against her face.

"You like that, Daddy? She asked and smiled up at him.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned. "Do it again."

She wiped his cock across her face, then sucked it back into her mouth. A minute later he felt his semen rise and he lifted her off his cock. All the plans he had were long forgotten. He needed to fuck her.

In one movement he lifted her up and onto the edge of the bed, then pulled off his jeans. She spread her legs invitingly and he moved between them. She giggled at his enthusiasm when he grabbed her panties and yanked them down and off.

"Slow down, Daddy. We don't want you going off too quickly."

The words didn't register to him. He had to feel his cock in her pussy. She lifted her skirt to her waist and he gazed adoringly at her pretty little blond pussy. He couldn't wait any longer. Standing between her legs, he aimed his cock at her pussy and thrust forward.

"Ooh!" Zoe squeaked.

"Ah, that feels so good," he groaned, as her hot pussy encased his cock. Instinct took over. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Back and forth, in and out. Pumping his cock into the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

"Oh, Daddy, this is just like I dreamt of. Take me, take me."

He didn't need any encouragement and looked at the sheen from her juices on his cock and thrust it back inside her.

Zoe pulled her T-shirt up over her tits. "Like my titties, Daddy?"

He reached forward with both hands and squeezed her tits. "Fuck, yes," he groaned and continued sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

Before she could finish saying: "Pinch my nipples," he had them between his thumbs and fingers. She squealed, then giggled. "Use me, Daddy. Cum in my pussy."

Ben felt his semen rise and pulled out. "Roll over," he demanded and she complied, raising her ass into the air. With one push, he was back inside her. He grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth, heaving his cock into her pussy as deep as he could.

"Pull my hair, Daddy."

He grabbed a ponytail in each hand and pulled her back to him. "Arrgghhhhhh," she screamed, then yelled: "Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy."

Sweat covered every pore of his body and he felt his orgasm build. With a last heave, he forced his cock all the way into her and gasped as his sperm erupted from his cock and filled her pussy. He continued pumping until he was drained and collapsed on her back.

"Oh, Baby, that was so fucking hot," he said, and rolled off her onto her bed.

I confess when I heard Zoe scream, she made the decision for me. John and I were watching the TV, but neither of us could concentrate on what was going on. I couldn't stop thinking about Ben and Zoe, and suspected it was the same for John. When she yelled: "Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy," we both heard it above the sound of the TV.

I was staring at the TV but didn't take in what was going on. All I was concentrating on was how my body felt. My heart was racing and the butterflies in my stomach were no longer fluttering, they had taken off and were flying. My neck was hot and my cheeks were flushed. The heat had reached between my legs and my pussy was wet. My whole body was excited.

Those feelings overwhelmed my thinking. I told myself it was wrong to fuck my son, but that thought disappeared when I thought of John's cock. He was right there in the same room and I could have him if I wanted to. I did.

"Follow me," I said to John, as I got up from my chair and lead him into the kitchen. Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing, but the level of arousal had me tingling all over. I simply bent over the kitchen table and said: "Fuck me." Then waited.

When nothing happened, I was mortified. 'Of course he doesn't want me. Why would he want me? Oh, God, what have I done.' Then I felt him slowly pull the zip on my skirt. Seconds seemed like minutes as he gently eased my skirt down my legs.

I gasped when I felt his hand on my calf, then he gently stroked his hand up to my knee and back down. I wanted him to go further and spread my legs. The next stroke was up to the middle of my thigh and back down.

He repeated this on my other leg and my anticipation caused me to quiver. His fingers traced the outline of my panties around my cheeks to my inner thighs, then back down and up my legs.

Lying on the table with my face on my hands, I started to forget whose hands were tantalising my body. When he slowly slid my panties down my legs I realised I hadn't had sex outside of the bedroom in more than twenty years and that sex had always been with Ben. The thrill of it caused a hot flush between my legs.

I felt a cool stream of air on my pussy, then he caressed my labia with one finger, stroking up and down each side. An involuntary gasp escaped my mouth when I felt a finger slide inside my pussy. Minutes passed as his fingers softly stroked the inside and outside of my pussy.

The tip of his tongue on my pussy lips caused me to flinch. My body was tingling with anticipation and when I heard the sound of his zip, I thought I was ready for him. Moments later something large pushed against my pussy. It felt so wide, I wondered if he was trying to fit his fist inside me and I instinctively clenched my muscles tight.

"Relax. It's just sex. Enjoy it." He said softly.

When I felt his hands on my hips, I realised it was his cock probing my entrance and I exhaled loudly, wondering if I could take him. Then I relaxed and his cock entered my pussy. His girth surprised me and my muscles contracted on his cock when he was only a couple of inches inside.

He stopped and waited for me to relax, then pushed in further. I felt his body against mine and he was completely inside me. I figured his length was about the same as Ben's, but his girth was much larger and it was a very tight fit.

'Let go' was Helen's advice and I tried to relax. It took a few seconds without him moving before my body indicated I was ready and I sighed, then felt him slowly withdraw and push his fat cock back inside.

He took his time with long slow strokes and I could feel my heart begin to pound. My God his cock filled and stretched my pussy. It was strange feeling so full and then so empty, but it was a strange that was turning me on.

My arousal grew as he increased the tempo and my juices reduced the friction. Now he was slowly fucking me. 'Let go. Let go. Relax.' I told myself. 'Let him fuck me.'

Minutes passed of gentle fucking before he increased the tempo again. Now I could feel his body bumping against mine and each time I felt a wave of pleasure flow through the length of me.

I concentrated on how much I was enjoying the full and empty sensations and the waves of pleasure as he pushed his body against me.

When he stopped with his cock completely inside me, I wondered if that was it and he had finished. How wrong I was. He leant forward and I took a sharp intake of breath when I felt his hand on my clit. God it felt good. His cock in my pussy and his hand on my clit.

My arousal heightened. I breathed deeply. My clit was throbbing. I knew he would make me cum and felt my orgasm build. He increased his speed and his body crashed against mine, sending vibrations throughout my body.

"Ung," I moaned. He took it as a signal and fucked me harder and faster. My mind went blank and my body took control. The pleasure was overwhelming and my pussy felt amazing. His cock had me on the edge for the longest time and then I came. My pussy squeezed his cock and a hot wave of pleasure shot through my body.

I moaned out loud and he continued fucking me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me and I came for the second time with his cock buried inside me.

He still wasn't finished. It was the longest fuck of my life. So full. So hot. The vibrations. The waves of pleasure. My pussy spasms. He moaned and his cock throbbed deep inside me. He flooded my pussy and it clamped around his cock as I came for the third time.

I remained still on the table after he withdrew. I thought about what had happened and was amazed how good my body felt. We hadn't made love; we'd just had sex. They were right. It was fun. Pure physical fun. What's more, I didn't feel any shame.

To tell the truth, by the end I had completely forgotten who was fucking me. I just enjoyed all the sexual pleasure my body gave me. I felt wonderful.

"Mom, are you okay?" He quietly asked.

I slowly raised myself from the table and smiled at him. "Thank you. That was wonderful."

The next week was the most sex filled week of my life. I felt like a young woman again and I felt wanted. I told John he could have me whenever he wanted and he replied: "No. Only when you want to."

I had him three nights that week while my husband was with Zoe. The sex reignited the passion between me and Ben, and I had him the nights I wasn't with John. I felt truly alive.

On Saturday afternoon I met up with Helen and my plan for her meant I had to keep up a good act. After making small talk about her shopping, she asked for an update regarding John and Zoe.

"I couldn't do it," I said, sounding sad. "I couldn't kick them out. I'm too scared I won't ever see them again."

"Jesus, Jen. Stop worrying. It's just sex. They'll find someone they want to marry and it'll stop."

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "It's over, Hel. It's me that's moving out."

"What! Why?" She asked, with genuine concern.

"I caught Ben having sex with Zoe. I can't take anymore." I held my head in my hands and sighed. "I have to go." I stated, and got up and left.

Later that afternoon I got a text from Hel asking if I was ok. I replied with a simple 'No' and she asked if she could come over. I was alone in the house and texted back a 'Yes'. Then I sent texts to Ben, John, and Zoe, telling them not to come home for the next hour.

I poured Hel a glass of wine and we sat in the kitchen. She looked at me and her face was full of concern. "What happened?" She asked.

"After telling me it was 'Just sex', she repeated the line to her father, only she went further. She told him she wanted to have sex with him."

"Oh, shit!" She muttered.

"Zoe's a gorgeous young woman. I can't compete with her. It's depraved, Hel. Depraved! How could he have sex with his own daughter?"

"Jesus, Jen. I'm so sorry."

A tear rolled down her cheek and I decided on one more push. "My parents have invited me to stay with them."

"But... But..." She stammered, "They emigrated to Australia."

"New country, new life," I replied with a sigh.

"You can't! You're my best friend. My only friend." Tears flowed down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I've been so selfish." She stated and broke down. A flood of tears and she burst out crying. "I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry. Please don't go. Please!"

I felt so shitty.

I rushed to her side and wrapped my arms around her. "Don't cry. Don't cry. It's a wind-up. Everything's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

I rocked her in my arms and squeezed her tight. Her sobbing slowed. She snorted and wiped her tears on her sleeve. I let go and passed her some tissues. "I didn't mean it to go so far. I'm sorry," I pleaded.

"You fucking bitch," she called me, then wiped her mascara stained cheeks. "You've given me one of the worst days of my life. I thought I'd ruined your family."

"I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you want. No more wind-ups."

"Why?" She asked.

I explained everything from the beginning to the end. By the time I was finished she was back to normal. No, better than that. She was excited hearing me telling her about the sex I had with John. Hearing how liberated we all felt to explore our sexual freedom, that turned her on.

As she sipped her wine, she leant back in her chair, trying to take it all in. "I'm happy for you, Jen. You're a lucky lady."

"Thank you." I felt a huge sense of relief that I hadn't ruined our friendship. "Are we okay?"

"You said you'd make it up to me," she said, and I could see she had something in mind.

"What can I do?"

"This might surprise you, but your freedom has rekindled a desire."

That intrigued me. "Go on."

"I've never had a threesome."

I immediately thought she meant with me and John. A thrill rushed through me and made me shiver.

"John and Ben."

I pushed my disappointment aside. "I'm sure they'd be up for it. I'll ask them."

"Thank you," she replied, and sipped her wine.

"One condition. Could I watch? I want to see what you do to squirt."

She nodded her consent and I felt a rush of adrenalin.

That evening I tried to think how to broach the idea with Ben and John. I knew two men didn't mind showing their erections when sharing a woman, but I wondered if it might be different if it was father and son. It isn't. When I asked them individually, they jumped at the idea.

Then they jumped me. They both gave me terrific orgasms. I was so turned on at the idea of watching them, I came in no time at all. No squirting, but I had the feeling of truly letting go. I have to admit, I was starting to wonder why I was being so slutty but decided to ignore that thought.

I made Ben and John promise not to tell Zoe. I didn't want her to know other people knew about our relationships. We arranged to meet at our house the following Saturday at seven in the evening. Friday evening Zoe was a bit put out with neither Ben or John wanting to have sex with her (I'd suggested they should save their energy and their sperm, and they agreed).

On Saturday Ben and John made themselves scarce and I could see Zoe was frustrated. I realised that we were being selfish. I told her to go and meet with some friends and to return home at eight o'clock. I also told her not to ask why, but to bring her dressing table chair to my room. That sent her away with a spring in her step.

Helen arrived bang on time and Ben greeted her with a kiss. She looked stunning in a midnight blue cocktail dress.

We all sat in the kitchen and had a glass of wine while we chatted. She wanted to hear more about our incestuous relationships and how the men felt about them. I could tell it was turning her on hearing about our sex lives.

"Shall we adjourn upstairs," I asked with my poshest English accent and they all laughed, then rose from their seats. Ben took Helen by the hand and lead her upstairs, followed by John and me. I was getting excited.

When we entered our bedroom I took my seat beside the door and watched. They stood in front of the bed, a little unsure how to proceed.

"No means no," Ben said. "If ever you want to stop, just say so." I was impressed with his consideration.

"That's sweet of you, but you forget this was my idea," Helen replied, as she pulled Ben to her and kissed him on the lips. It only lasted for seconds, then she turned to John and kissed him. As they kissed, Ben unzipped her dress. Moments later the dress was on the floor.

Helen stood between them and faced me, looking me in the eye. I nodded my consent.

"Cock's, boy's. I want to see your cock's!" All the tension disappeared and they stripped. Helen lay in the middle of the bed with Ben and John knelt either side of her. Ben poured baby oil over the length of her naked body, then their hands began to explore her.

It didn't take long before she was writhing with pleasure. John's hands massaging her breasts as Ben's hands massaged her legs. He rubbed the oil into her skin all the way up her legs and across the top of her thighs, not touching her pussy.

They rolled her over and Ben massaged her arms and shoulders, while John did the back of her legs and ass cheeks. I guessed they'd made a plan to leave her pussy alone until she couldn't take anymore. The suspense was killing me, so God knows how she felt.

They spent twenty minutes massaging her body and it glistened with baby oil. When John gently forced her ass cheeks apart, she emitted a long guttural moan and pushed her ass up off the bed.

"Cocks, boy's. I need your cock's."

I chuckled when Ben looked at John's cock and said: "Me first." It wasn't because of seniority.

The sight on my bed was turning me on. Three naked bodies and two hard cocks; I felt like I was watching a live porno. When John knelt before her, she took his cock and licked it from its base to the crown. I quivered with excitement.

Ben got on his knees behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. He moaned with pleasure, took hold of her hips and rocked his cock in and out as she licked my son's cock. This was definitely the hottest thing I had ever seen and I felt my heart race.

It wasn't long before Hel's face was beetroot red and she was lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back and forth in rhythm with Ben as he fucked her. She held John's cock against her face, then enveloped his crown with her lips and jacked him off. I was starting to feel incredibly horny.

I now understood what she meant by 'letting go' and could see she had abandoned any inhibitions. She was a woman enjoying sex without a care in the world. I felt strangely proud of her. It was her needs being taken care of, not the men just getting their nuts off.

She looked back at Ben, "Harder! Make me cum," she demanded. He tightened his grip on her hips and pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. Helen let go of John's cock and her body stiffened. "I'm gonna cum," she announced breathlessly. "Pull out!"

Ben pulled out and Helen groaned as her orgasm squirted from her pussy and soaked Ben's thighs. "Fucking yes!" Was his response, then he slid his cock back in.

"Wow!" I thought and wondered if I could let go and orgasm like that. A knock on the door startled me and I remembered it was Zoe. I put a finger to my lips to quieten her and opened the door. She heard what was going on before she entered the room and a smile was instantly on her face.

Not one of them noticed as Zoe sat on her chair beside me. She watched intensely as they fucked and I wondered if I had done the right thing inviting her. Would she be okay with our secret shared?

It was only when the guys swapped positions that they noticed Zoe was in the room. "Hi, Zo," John casually said, then slid his cock into Helen's pussy. She gasped at the feeling of such a thick cock, then took Ben's cock in her mouth.

Zoe didn't say anything. She looked uncomfortable and her smile was gone.

Helen let go of Ben's cock and looked up at him. "I can taste my pussy," she said lustfully. "It tastes good." Ben took hold of her face and guided her back to his cock. I hadn't let Ben face fuck me, but watching him do it to her set my juices running.

"I can't watch anymore of this," Zoe announced and stood up. I thought she was going to run out. It is strange to say I was relieved when she pulled off her T-shirt and seconds later she was naked. Her body was as amazing as I thought it would be.

She climbed onto the bed in the same position as Helen, her ass towards John and her head beside Helen's. "Care to share?" I heard her ask. Helen giggled, then passed my husband's cock for her to suck. She went at it eagerly, swirling her tongue all over his cock, then bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

When John moved behind Zoe and started fucking her, Helen sat up against the headboard and watched them. "Come and join us, Jen," she said and motioned for me to come over.

I had been so wrapped up enjoying the show, the thought hadn't occurred to me. "Yeah, Mom. Get those clothes off and your naked body on the bed," John commented, as he pumped his cock in and out of my daughter's pussy.

It didn't take long before I was pulling my panties down and I noticed they were soaking. I felt so excited, I thought I would cum there and then.

"I want to watch you all have sex," Helen stated and took a position in the middle. Ben lay down beside her and Zoe straddled his cock. In one movement, she took all of his cock inside her pussy and began bouncing up and down. God, she looked hot!

"Dad, John, don't cum until I tell you," Zoe told them. Ben nodded his agreement. "John, did you hear me?" He looked up and nodded.

John pushed my legs apart and licked my pussy. I gasped loudly and Helen held my hand. "Let go," she said with a loving tone and squeezed my hand. Briefly my eyes closed and the first wave of pleasure swept through my body. I'd never cum so quickly and it felt marvellous.

I opened my eyes when John lifted my legs towards my chest and I held them there. It still amazed me how thick his cock is and I yelped as he pushed it into my pussy. God, it felt good.

It felt incredible. I let go. I abandoned all restraint. Pure physical pleasure. Sexual pleasure. It overwhelmed me. My son fucking my pussy. My daughter fucking her father. My best friend beside me. I was in heaven. All I ever wanted.

I looked up at John. He was gone. Lost. Lost in desire. Lost in lust. He was fucking me like it was all that mattered. I looked over at Zoe and she was in a different world. A different dimension. She was wild. She was fucking my husband like an animal. The sheen of perspiration on her body made her look beautiful.

Then she came. Fuck, it was sexy watching her cum. Her juices flowed and flowed all over Ben's cock. She rolled off Ben's cock and collapsed on the bed. He was still hard and his cock glistened with her juices. Right then I wanted his cock in my mouth.

Helen leaned up on her side beside me. "Let go, Jen. Let go." My heart was pounding. My clit throbbed. My pussy was full. My son was fucking me. I loved it. I loved it all. A shock went through me when I felt a hand on my clit. It was Helen's. "Let go, Jen, and cum for him. Come for your son."

She strummed my clit as my son fucked me. I was gone. I felt the need to pee. That was it. I've never felt my pussy muscles spasm like this. I screamed. My pussy clenched so tight it forced John out.

My release. My awakening. My destiny. My orgasm exploded from my pussy. My juices squirted up into the air. Sexual bliss. Sexual oblivion. I was there. I was gone. Nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure pour through me. I came like never before.

As I bathed in sexual pleasure my head turned to Helen. Her breathes were rapid and short. Her neck arched off the bed, staring down at her pussy as she masturbated. She threw her head back onto the pillow and pushed her body up off the bed. She squealed, then her orgasm erupted from her pussy and flew through the air. It was magnificent.

All three of us ladies (if you can call us that) had squirted orgasms. I felt like I was a member of a new club and it was wonderful.

"Uh, ladies", I heard John say, and turned to see him gesturing to his hard cock. I looked at Ben's erection and realised neither of them had cum yet. I confess I giggled. How the tables had turned -the girls had got what they wanted, but the men hadn't.

"Sorry, guys," Zoe said, as she knelt upon the bed. She looked at us all with a glint in her eye. "It's because of Helen and her amazing orgasms that we're all here. I think she deserves your cum. What do you think, Mom?"

I pretended to look disappointed while I quickly thought about Helen's stories. "Gentlemen, paint her face."

"Oh, yes!" Helen stated. "Come here, boys."

"Alright," John guffawed.

Helen lay back and propped her head up on a pillow. Ben and John knelt either side of her face and began masturbating. Zoe and I sat on the bed by her knees and eagerly watched.

I've seen porn before where a woman gets a facial and I had thought it was a little demeaning. I confess that seeing it in real life was very exciting. Helen was the center of their attention. She was the object of their desire. She was what they wanted. She wanted their cum.

My hand went between my legs and I masturbated watching Helen as she looked back and forth between the two cocks, trying to anticipate who would cum first. When John groaned and pushed closer to her face, she opened her mouth wide for him.

"Fuck," he groaned, then shot his sperm up over her cheek and onto her forehead. The second rope of cum splattered against her cheek and across her mouth. She lapped at it eagerly and the third stream of cum went over her chin and into her mouth.

Zoe gasped, "Fuck that's hot!"

That triggered Ben's orgasm and he fired his semen up over her face and eyes and into her hair. She blinked rapidly and wiped his cum from her eye just as his second pulse of cum blasted onto her cheek and nose. She looked amazing!

I don't know what happened to me, but I felt an urge and acted on it. I leant forward and licked a rope of come off her cheek, then I kissed her. Our tongues twirling together, sharing the semen. Zoe leant forward and licked another rope of cum from Hel's face and they kissed. It was the naughtiest, sexiest, thing I had ever done.

Zoe broke the kiss, looked at me and smiled. I knew what she wanted. We both leant forward and licked more cum from Hel's face. Then we kissed. Passionately. My daughters tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced together, sharing Ben and John's cum.

When I broke the kiss, I looked at Helen and Zoe and realised we had a lot more exploring to do. I turned to Ben and John.

"I think we should all sleep in here tonight."

The end.