An Incestuous Conversation
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It seems eons ago that I had my night out with Lizzie and Chris that ended up with our visit to a dogging location.
Since then I’d had my sexy afternoon with John and Debs when I’d shown him the video of his mother flashing in the pub garden.
This weekend I decided it was time to tell Lizzie about John and me. He had agreed that I could after seeing the video. Until then he’d had no inkling how sexy and horny his mother had become and I think he now harboured hopes of actually seeing her in action.
Lizzie could now most definitely call herself a hot wife and I hoped she would embrace the idea of some family fun so…
I phoned her mid-week.
“Hi Hotwife of the Year, fancy a meet-up this weekend?”
“Oh, Witch. Hello! Funnily enough, I was thinking of suggesting that to you. Want Chris along?”
That was a difficult question to answer. We’d fucked last time. Twice. I’d coped. No phobia manifesting itself. I’d love to do it again but I didn’t want to get sidetracked. Life was getting awkward with Lizzie not knowing about her son and me and I wanted to clear things up.
“Let’s give him a rest. I’d love a girly chat. If we feel sexy enough we can always strip off in the pub and do each other.”
“Ha. The problem with you, Witch, is I’m never quite sure if you’re being serious. But that’s fine, when and where?”
We fixed our rendezvous. A pub in town. I hoped early on a Saturday evening it wouldn’t be too busy so we could talk. If things went well and Lizzie was still willing to be in my company, we could enact my suggestion later when it was busier. No point in being outrageous if there’s no one to watch!
We settled down with our glasses of wine and I got straight on topic.
“How was John after his afternoon with me and Debs?”
“Weird.”
That wasn’t the world I’d been expecting. The three of us had had a fucking great afternoon. Literally! And the two youngsters had seemed to get on on a social level too.
“Weird? Why? How?”
“I don’t know. He was happy for sure and relaxed. I asked him about her, Debbie isn’t it? And he was quite enthusiastic but there was something extra.”
“In what way?”
“The way he spoke to me. I guess I’ve got used to him being monosyllabic being a teenager and all, and although he has come out of his shell since his tutorials with you, this was different. I’d say somehow there was more respect. God knows why that should have happened.”
There it was. A perfect opening. It just wasn’t quite what I’d envisaged but it was too good to miss.
“Perhaps the sex helped him grow up.”
I said it innocently. A normal conversational reply. There was hesitation from my friend before she responded.
“What sex? With Debbie you mean? They had sex at yours?” Incredulity in her voice. Wait for the kicker I thought.
“Them and me.” This time the hesitation was longer. A brain trying to solve a mental arithmetic problem, unsure of the question. Her eyes narrowed as the answer surfaced. Or at least realisation of what I was saying.
“You joined in?” Her tone gave me hope our friendship wasn’t about to end. I’d come clean.
“Yes. Not the first time with John.”
“I knew it! Those study sessions! It’s not been economics he’s been studying has it?” There was a smile on her face! Relief. It looked as though my fears had been misplaced.
“Education comes in many forms.” I replied.
“I knew it. He’s always so bobbish when he comes back. Honestly, I had an idea something was going on. That you might be, but then with your phobia, I didn’t think you’d cope.”
“He’s young, I felt I could control the situation.”
“I bet. And Debbie? She okay with that?”
“Oh yes. She’s as sex mad as we are. We had some threesomes.”
“Some threesomes? Oh, wowie, what did I miss! Sounds fun. I quite fancy trying it with a youngster. Oh fuck. Can’t say that can I? Not with my son involved.”
I was surprised but relieved that she was taking it so well. I decided to push on.
“So? No law against watching and I know he’d love to watch you.”
“What?” The world was shouted and caused the one man standing at the bar to turn his head and look at us.
“Why the shock? We’ve talked about it. You, Chris, me, and Kaz and John.”
“Well, yes in a sort of abstract fantasy way. What makes you think he’d like to watch me?”
“He’s said so and he got quite excited when I showed him that video of you stripping off at the pub.”
“Oh, Christ you didn’t? And he actually talked about wanting to watch me fuck?”
Her tone was interesting. Not accusatory, more the sort of tone a teenager might use to her best friend who’d asked a boy out on her behalf who she’d been too shy to approach him. Embarrassed, but excited.
“Yes, he loved it. He hadn’t realised you were so adventurous. I’d imagine that’s why his attitude was different.”
She didn’t respond but took several sips from her glass, thinking about what I’d said.
“Does Chris know?”
“Yes, he rather caught us out when he came to pick John up once. I asked him not to tell you. I wanted to do it myself.”
“So you’ve got the complete set. Fucked me, Chris, and my son.”
“Is it a problem?” I was worried what I’d told her was beginning to sink in and her reaction would change.
“No. I don’t think so. After all, he’s nearly twenty. Fucking you, and this girl I don’t have a problem with. I’m just a bit nonplussed by his sexy thoughts about me.”
I decided to be bold.
“Yes, but think of the opportunities.”
“Such as?”
“Getting gang banged by a load of his mates. Imagine that, a whole load of randy eighteen or nineteen-year-olds desperate to fuck you. I can handle youngsters. We could have a great orgy. And you’ve just said you fancy some young studs.” I said it with a smile, only half serious, like my suggestion of us stripping off in the pub.
“Now that does wet my knickers,” came the reply. Home and dry. Weeks worrying about telling her or her finding out by accident wasted. Onward!
“Debs is quite into older women too. And men come to that. We could have a fun family evening. You and Chris could both do her. And watch John and me.” I was being deliberately provocative. I wanted to be absolutely sure she had no hang-ups about me screwing her son, or him being involved.
I noticed her hand rubbing her thigh. My guess was she needed relief. This talk had turned her on.
“That might be fun. Does John know you’re telling me?”
“Yes, I asked him if he was okay with it and he was.”
“Well, I suppose one benefit will be Chris and I won’t need to keep the noise down when we next do it.”
“Definitely not. Just put a chair in the corner so he’s comfortable while he watches and wanks.”
Her reply was unexpected. Again.
“Would the chair be for John or Chris?”
I’m sure she wasn’t being serious, she had a grin on her face, but even the fact she could joke about the idea was more than I’d expected.
The pictures it conjured in my mind turned me on. Lizzie was in the same place. I leant across. “Time for the strip I suggested.” Without waiting for a reply I ran my hand up under her skirt, leaned in and kissed her. While our lips and tongues reacquainted themselves I let my eyes wander around the bar. There were twelve tables, four occupied mainly by young men with a couple of girls. The older man was still standing at the bar. An ideal mix.
I returned my attention to Lizzie. My hand had burrowed under her knickers and my fingers had found her deliciously wet pussy. No doubt our talk about John had turned her on.
Lizzie’s hand had gone up my jumper and she was massaging my tit through my bra. My pussy was as wet as hers.
Our table had a bench seat down one side where Lizzie was sitting and I was on a chair to the side. Too awkward. I moved over and sat next to her and pushed my hand back up her skirt. The move attracted the attention of the man at the bar. Our skirts up our thighs revealing stockings and suspenders ensured his attention remained. An audience! I whispered the information to Lizzie. “Best show him your knickers then.” She hoisted my skirt further up to my waist. I didn’t object! how blatant we were willing to be now. Such a turn on.
I leant over and started the kiss again. Lizzie was wearing a blouse. I undid it. Five buttons. As each undid I felt the man’s eyes boring harder. Her exposed bra and the tits it encased more eye candy for the man. I broke the kiss and dropped my head to nuzzle her breast. She smelt divine. I must ask what her perfume is.
Lizzie’s hand wasn’t idle. It was gently running up and down my thigh. As soft as a feather. Tickling almost. Sending shivers through me. I’d opened my legs wide to make it easier for her. Her hand stopped and clamped over my knicker encased pussy. She whispered. “Should I?” I was in no position to advise. With my head buried between her tits, I couldn’t see who was paying us attention. So what? A sheep and lamb came to mind. We could only get thrown out. I doubted the pub would be contacting the police. I raised my head enough to be able to speak. “Why not?”
Her finger went under my knickers hooked around the gusset. Her knuckle rubbed against my clit. I leaked. She tugged on my knickers. I raised my bum. There was little material to resist the tug. Unusually for me I was wearing a thong. Not sure why. Couldn’t even remember buying it. I prefer full knickers. More comfortable. If I didn’t want covering it was easier to go without.
The thong was now down past my knees dropping to my ankles. It could stay there for the time being as we were both otherwise occupied. Lizzie’s fingers in my cunt. Mine in hers.
I came up for air. The man at the bar was still staring, his drink neglected. Of the other customers, a young girl amongst a group of five youngsters seemed the only one to have noticed us. Staring as hard as the man. Interestingly she hadn’t pointed us out to her friends.
It was a good job the bench was upholstered in fake leather i.e. plastic, and not cloth. (it wasn’t the most upmarket pub in town!) Both our bodies were leaking and leaving pools on the seat. The thought of adding to it by peeing flashed through my mind. The idea appealed but I wasn’t sure how Lizzie would react and I thought I’d pushed her far enough down the rabbit hole for one day. Besides someone would have to clear it up and that was hardly fair on some poor minimum wage cleaner.
That’s when the girl who had been watching us got up and sauntered over.
