Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

sliding it deep into my anus.

| cas she did that, into her mouth. The second of three orgasms | had that afternoon. We fucked for over an

hour and afterwards we slept in each other's arms, spent physically and emotionally.

Abigail didn't move in with me, not then, but she started coming over and staying at the weekend and usually for

a night midweek. It was a period of intense intimacy, both inside and outside the bedroom. Our lovemaking

reached new heights and we experimented with toys and bondage and role-playing. And sometimes, as we

kissed and | stroked her clitoris and she groaned and flexed her leg muscles and sank her painted nails into my

flesh, | would tease her by asking what she and Freya did together and she would get embarrassed and coy. But

sometimes, if she were really aroused, she would tell me, in tight, gasping sentences as her climax approached,

how Freya used her tongue and fingers and how she licked her daughter's breasts and cunt and even her anus.

The effect on me, as you may imagine, was deep and fundamental and | played Abigail's confession on an

endless loop in my head: "She fancies you. She wants the three of us to go to bed together." | imagined her

body, young and taut, with her mother's full breasts and a jet-black pubic bush, stark against her white loins.

Eventually, and inevitably, | raised the subject with Abigail.

| tried to be circumspect and approach the subject tangentially, or at least | thought that's what | was doing. But

that was the naivete of youth; Abigail knew exactly what | was driving at almost from the moment | opened my

mouth. 'So you want to have a threeswith my daughter and me?' she asked before I'd really got going. She

didn't look angry. More tired. We were sitting on my leather sofa after dinner one Sunday evening, a couple of

months after her shock disclosure.

'l just thought I'd raise the subject with you," | tried, diplomatically.

'But that's what you want, isn't it?"

'Well, yes, | suppose so."

'Aren't | enough?’

'Of course you are,' | told her, cravenly. 'You only have to say "no"."

She sighed. "It's alright, Tom. | do get what the attraction is, and after all, I'm sleeping with two people.’ She

paused and sighed again. 'Freya's mentioned it as well, several times."

My guts churned as | digested this piece of intelligence. 'Has she?"

'Yes. And using that logic, too, that I'm sleeping with two people so what's the problem?'

'So what is the problem?’ | ventured.

'The problem is that I'm the one who'll get hurt. I'm the fifty-three-year-old. I'm the one who stacks shelves for a

living!"

You think I'll run off with Freya?"

'Well, it's a possibility, isn't it? Afterall, in twenty years' tI'll be seventy something and you'll still not be fifty.

Nor will Freya. And | presyou want to have a family at sstage..." | hadn't heard this bitterness before

and | went to her and held her, expecting tears. But there were none.

'0k,' she said, firmly, 'if that's what you both want, we'll do it."

'Are you sure,’ | asked, my heart racing with excitement. ‘Don't you want to think about it?"

'What do you think I've been thinking about for the past few weeks!"

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| didn't say anything further then and when we eventually went to bed we didn't make love, the first tthat |

could recall that happening, or not happening. But Abigail cover on the following Tuesday evening and |

gave her flowers and took her out for a meal and she dressed up forin stockings and suspenders and painted

her nails my favourite red. And when we went to bed it was electric. Abigail was at her most erotic, riding me

mercilessly, sucking my meat into her red-lipped mouth, even tonguing my anus and kissingstraight after. |

was weak with desire as | lay on top of her and thrust my rigid meat into her sopping pussy.

‘I've got snews for you,' she said, smiling up atas | pushed into her. 'Freya wants us to get together this

weekend." | felt my balls tingle and my orgasm begin to build. 'l thought we could all go to that nice French

restaurant in town and then go hand all go to bed together. Would you like that, Tom? Would you like to put

your big, hard cock into my daughter's pussy? She wants it very much.’

At that point | exploded inside her with a gasping groan and pumped my hot seed deep into my lover's cunt.

| picked the two ladies up at six o'clock on Saturday evening. My heart was thumping as | drew up to the house

and when they emerged through the front doorway | thought | was going to faint. Both wore figure-hugging

dresses, Freya's a deep blue and Abigail's a striking red that matched her lips and nails. Both wore black

stockings and both had applied their makeup carefully and artfully. Freya wore her long, black hair piled up on

top of her head. | blinked in disbelief. Was I really going to go to bed with these two visions later on this evening?

The meal was marginally above average for a restaurant but the service was good and the wine flowed, although

| stuck to one glass only this time. The ladies looked enchanting in the candlelight and | kept sneaking looks at

Freya's breasts and wondering what they'd feel like in my hands and once she caughtlooking and gavea

smile and smoothed her hands over her bosom.

The air of unreality continued into the dessert and on the journey back to Abigail's house until we found

ourselves standing in the lounge and looking at one another. Abigail looked nervous; | felt nervous. Freya looked

composed. 'Does anyone want a nightcap?’ asked Abigail, with a rather forced smile.

'No | think I've had enough, for the moment," said her daughter, slowly. 'We can always have a drink afterwards."

The "afterwards" hung in the air for a few seconds before Freya stepped up toand put her arms around my

neck, pulling my face down to hers. Her lips were full and soft and she tasted of coffee. Her mouth opened and |

felt her tongue dip into my mouth and flick backwards and forwards. She was pressed againstand | could

feel her breasts against my chest and the swell of her pubic mound through the thin material of her dress. | put

my arms around her and felt my cock harden, acutely aware that Abigail was watching us.

Freya must have been aware too because after thirty seconds or so of this intensely erotic kissing she broke off.

‘That was very nice,’ she smiled at me. Then she turned to her mother and held out her arms and the two ladies

ctogether and kissed long and deeply, heads and tongues moving in tandem like the experienced lovers

they were. My penis was ragingly hard as | witnessed this display, my head full of visions of entangled bodies

and sweat-damp skin. Breaking off from her mother, Freya held her hands out to both of us. 'Shall we go to bed?"

she said, simply, leading us both into the hall.

Upstairs, in the bedroom, Freya again took charge. She told her mother to sit on the bed and then she undressed

me. She did it slowly, kissing my chest when she'd removed my shirt and running her long fingers down my

arms. Tellingto sit on a chair while she removed my shoes and socks and kissed my toes. Then it was my

trousers and, finally, she knelt beforeand hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my underpants and

pulled them carefully over my erection and down my legs. She looked up atwith a gentle smile and, taking

my cock in one hand, took my swollen, dripping glans in her mouth, still looking up at me.

Abigail watched fascinated from the bed, sucking on one of her index fingers in unconscious imitation of her

daughter.

'Go and lie on the bed, Tom," said Freya, quietly, releasing my cock. 'Now it's your turn, mother."

| was strangely glad that Freya called

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Abigail "mother". The incestuous

reference was highly arousing, |

decided. Abigail stood before her

daughter while Freya unzipped her

dress and eased it off her shoulders

and arms and onthe Hose. Fhe

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pulled that off, allowing her heavy

breasts to swing free. Freya stroked

the big orbs and took the nipples

between finger and thumb, squeezing

hard and causing her mother to

wince and gasp. Then she knelt down

and kissed the damp gusset of her

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mother's knickers, before pulling

them down over her stockings to

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reveal Abigail's tawny bush, the labia

puffy and open and glinting with the

moisture of her arousal. Freya kissed

the bush softly and flicked her tongue

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'l want to watch you two fucking,’ she said, taking the chair and placing it next to the bed and sitting herself

down on it.

There was just one low-wattage

bedside lamp on, but | could see

Abigail blush in the gloom.

Nevertheless, she crawled Qniorte

bed and ay pexttb th nd we kissed

ake Stroked each other, aroused, but

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aware of Freya's scrutiny. It felt a bit

like a porn show as | fondled and

sucked her breasts and nipples but

there was no doubt Abigail was

turned on by the fact it was in front of

her daughter and she urgedon

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‘Now eat me,' she said, eventually and | knelt between her legs and lowered my head to her hairy cunt.

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I've always loved eating pussy, and

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none more so than Abigail's. Her

labia were neat and full and juicy and

her secretions tasted ike salted

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nectar. ed my face in her cunt

and lapped and licked and sucked her

clit and slid a finger into her cunt

hole, then two, then three and she

arched her back and pressed my face

into her with her hands and moaned

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| was using my tongue and lips and nose to stimulate her and she was leaking juices down my chin and her

perineum, urging my tongue deeper and tellingto suck her clit. Carried away by the moment, | did

something I'd never done with Abigail before, pushing my long middle finger into her anus as far as it would go,

and feeling her sphincter grasp me.

She cthen, with a low-pitched groan, shaking her head from side to side, eyes closed, lips parted. | took my

finger from her arse and entered her in one hard thrust. Her eyes opened wide:

'Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Tom! Fuckreally hard! In front of my daughter!"