Chapter 4
"How was your date with Ryan?" Marsha asked her daughter over breakfast.
"It wasn't a date, Mother," Susan replied. "We just had dinner, then a drink and some pleasant conversation at his house."
"If I know Ryan, and I do, he tried to make it more than a drink and some pleasant conversation," Marsha said with a laugh. "He has a very strong libido and very winning ways. I know he made a pass at you."
"I'm a married woman, Mother!" Susan protested. "You make him sound like a lecher. He isn't that at all. He acted like a perfect gentleman with me."
"I didn't say he isn't a gentleman, honey. I just said he has a very strong libido and can charm a woman right out of her pants."
"Has he teased you out of yours?" Susan asked innocently, intending her question as a jest.
"Oh, yeah, quite a few times," Marsha replied with a grin. "With my full cooperation. He's an outstanding lover. Just thinking about him makes my knees weak."
Susan looked shocked. She blushed and swallowed hard. "He said he has never slept with you," she blurted.
"Oh, technically, he's correct. We've never slept together." Marsha looked pensive for a moment. "And come to think of it, I don't know why we haven't. We certainly wear each other out when we're together. For some reason, neither one of us has ever stayed overnight."
Susan finished her cereal and took a sip of coffee. She didn't know quite how to handle the fact that she and her mother had fucked the same man.
"You suddenly got very quiet," Marsha said. "You don't approve of your mother being sexually active?"
"I don't approve or disapprove, Mother. What you do is your business. As far as I know, you haven't had to answer to anyone since Dad died. It's just hard for me to picture my mother with a man. I never could imagine you and Daddy having sex."
Marsha chuckled and said, "Just close your eyes and think of what you and David do."
"That wouldn't work," Susan replied quietly.
"Oh ho! You and David are having trouble in the sack, are you? I wondered why you were so close-mouthed when you showed up on my doorstep without calling first or offering a word of explanation. Want to talk about it?"
"Not really." Susan took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But I have to talk to someone, and I don't have any friends I trust that much. David's company offered him a promotion if he would transfer here. He said he was going to refuse, because he doesn't want to live so close to in-laws. He thinks you would interfere with our lives. We've been carrying on a running fight about it for a couple of weeks. Our sex life has been nonexistent since the fight started."
"Well, I'm not sure it would help, but I can promise David that I won't be a typical mother-in-law if we live in the same town. I never have been, so why should I start now?"
"There's more," Susan said glumly. "Actually, the 'more' is what started the fight in the first place. The promotion thing only made it worse."
"Well, are you going to sit there and look gloomy or tell me about it?"
"I don't know how to tell you about it."
"Well, you just string words together in sentences," Marsha quipped. "You know how to do that, don't you?"
"What he wants is pretty bizarre. I don't know how to tell you unless I use raunchy expressions, and I don't feel comfortable using those expressions with my mother."
"Honey, it doesn't matter how raunchy you get," Marsha assured her. "I'm not exactly a backward little blushing virgin, you know. I never got all the way around the block with your father, but I've gone around several blocks several times the past few years."
"Wasn't Daddy a good lover?"
"Your father was a solid man, honey," Marsha replied. A good husband and provider, but he was a workaholic, who put himself into an early grave with long hours and a perfectionist attitude.
"As a lover, I found out after he died that he simply didn't stack up. His ideas were worse than puritanical. I got off about one time in ten with him, especially if we'd had a few drinks and he got a little more rambunctious than usual. I thought that was normal. Just as I thought getting screwed once a week was normal. Then I found out I didn't have to stay on my back and barely move, and that I could get off every time.
"You wouldn't believe my surprise the first time a man went down on me and made me cum so hard I nearly lost my mind. But enough about my sexual escapades for right now. Stop stalling and tell me about your problem with David."
"He wants me to screw other men," Susan blurted.
"You mean he wants you try the swinging scene?" Marsha asked, her ears perking up with interest. "That isn't so bizarre."
"Well, swinging isn't exactly what he wants. I think I could handle that. I'd be willing to try anyway, even though I don't know any swingers."
Now Marsha was really interested. "You might, and just not know it," she said. "Swinging isn't as uncommon as you might suppose. Someone very close to you could be a swinger without you knowing. Anyway, if he doesn't want you to try swinging, what does he want?"
"He wants me to screw other men, one-on-one, and let him watch."
"You mean he doesn't want a threesome with other men? He doesn't want to join in and help them fuck you?"
Susan didn't notice that her mother had shifted the conversation into a more earthy vernacular. She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. That isn't the way he put it." She unconsciously slipped into the same earthy jargon her mother used. "He said he wanted to watch another man fuck me."
"Do you like to fuck?" Marsha asked.
"I love it," Susan replied, without thinking about her answer.
"Are you inhibited?"
"Well, sure, a little. Isn't everyone? I don't mean that I don't like to experiment. I do. I like to leave the lights on and do it all around the house. I'm willing to try different positions and I like to suck his cock and I like for him to eat my pussy."
"Then what's the problem? Fucking another man in front of your husband is experimenting, isn't it?"
"Well, I guess so, but I'd feel so.. .well, so awkward and inhibited if David sat there and watched me fuck another man. like he was critiquing me or something. We talk to each other when we fuck, tell each other if we want something specific or want it done in a particular way, but we're never critical about what the other one does or doesn't do. If we swapped with another couple, I wouldn't have any trouble fucking another man right in front of him. He would be busy fucking the other woman and I wouldn't feel he was watching every little move I made. I don't think I'm making any sense. My thoughts are so jumbled."
"You're making perfect sense to me," Marsha replied. "I think you're afraid David would get jealous if you did something with another man you haven't done with him. We don't respond to all men the same way, you know, or even the same way to the same man every time. Every encounter is a little different, with its own peculiar nuances, and we respond accordingly. Sometimes we lead, sometimes we follow, and sometimes it just happens. We might plan a seduction, but we don't choreograph it."
"Yeah, I think maybe you're right. But what do I do about it? Knowing why I'm afraid doesn't tell me how to overcome my fear."
"Maybe you need to get comfortable with fucking other men first, then give David's idea a try."
Susan sighed with resignation. "But what if the other man didn't have fun fucking me? Wouldn't it embarrass David if other men thought his wife was a fucking dud?" .
Marsha laughed gaily. "Honey, if men get their rocks off, they don't think any pussy is bad. They think only in terms of good, better and best."
"Maybe. I don't have enough experience to know. But I wouldn't want another man to think David had anything but the very best pussy."
"Have you fucked anyone but David since you married?"
"No!" Susan said quickly. Then she blushed and said very softly, "That isn't true. I let Ryan fuck me last night." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, the cat is out of the bag, so I might as well be perfectly honest. I didn't let him fuck me. I didn't plan it exactly, but I knew during dinner that I wanted him. We went back to his place for a drink and I came on to him. I don't know what came over me. I acted like a real slut."
"And Ryan loved it!" Marsha cackled.
Susan grinned. "He must have. When we finished, I could hardly walk. I didn't think about it until later, but I could have turned him off by coming on so strong."
"Oh, no, honey, not Ryan," Marsha said. "His sense of masculinity is as strong as his libido. Sexually aggressive women don't turn him off. With some men, you have to tiptoe around like walking on eggs, but not him. He's also a very good cook, by the way. You'll have to let him make dinner for you one night." She smiled dreamily and said, "Ummm, it feels good."
"What feels good?" Susan asked. She saw her mother's arm moving and wondered what was going on under the table. "What are you doing?"
"Playing with my pussy," Marsha giggled. "All this talk about sex has made me horny."
"Mother!" Susan exclaimed. "You can't be serious! Right here in front of me?"
"Don't you jack off, honey?"
"Well, sure, sometimes. In private."
Marsha looked her daughter square in the eye. "You said you like to fuck. I assume you also like to cum."
"Of course I do. They go together, don't they? But I wouldn't think of getting myself off in front of anyone, especially my mother."
"I don't see why not," Marsha said matter-of-factly. "We're both grown women, we both like to cum, and I'm horny as hell." She giggled happily. "I stay horny! I have to jack off two or three times a day so I won't run out on the street and snag the first man I see. I can't think of a more wonderful way to start the day than with a good orgasm. I really get turned on doing it in front of someone else, man or woman."
Marsha got up and drug her chair around to face Susan. She shucked off her robe, sat down facing her daughter, and spread her legs. Her right hand dropped down between her shapely thighs and she began to fondle her pussy. "Tell me about fucking Ryan. I want to hear all the juicy, intimate details."
"God, Mother," Susan breathed. "I hardly know you."
"You're just seeing my sexual side for the first time," Marsha said.
"I've never been able to think of you as having a sexual side. I'm not sure I know how to handle it."
"Just relax and enjoy, honey."
"That's easy for you to say! You've done this before."
Susan stared at her mother's pudgy pussy, a very furry pussy mound, seeing it for the first time. The outer lips blended into the mound, almost completely hidden by the thick dark blonde muff. She felt her own cunt tingle as a gallon of juice gushed down her channel.
"Did you suck Ryan's cock?" Marsha asked.
"Yes, I sucked him off twice," Susan replied softly, still staring at her mother's pussy and her middle finger sliding lackadaisically up and down her slit. "The first time, we hadn't fucked yet and his load was almost too much. I sucked him off again right after he fucked me. He sure is a mouthful. His cock is a lot bigger than David's." She couldn't believe she was saying such things to her mother, but she couldn't stop herself.
"You get accustomed to it. A mouth doesn't stretch the way a pussy does, but I've got to where I can do it fairly well. Would you like to join me, or just watch?"
"God, Mother!" Susan repeated, mystified by her keen interest in watching her mother jack off. She suddenly felt an overwhelming need to cum. "Oh, what the hell! Do you have a preference?"
A look of devilish delight danced in Marsha's eyes. She looked very excited as she displayed her charming pussy to her daughter and played with it.
"I like both. I like it most when I can watch someone else do it with me. You have such a lovely body."
Susan shivered and said, "My body is almost a carbon copy of yours, right down to my big tits."
"I know," Marsha said. "That's why I like to look at it."
Marsha put both hands in her crotch. She spread her fingers along each side of her hairy seam and slowly peeled her puffy her cunt lips wide open. She pushed her mound forward and curved it up, audaciously exhibiting her sultry slit to her daughter's hot-blooded gaze.
Susan stared at the tender pink flesh inside Marsha's gash. Her large, erect clitoris stood wholly out of its hood, looking like a little penis. She felt the magnetism of her mother's licentious nature. The realization shocked her. She had never had any interest in looking at another woman's pussy, had never felt a sexual attraction to a woman, and here she was, having carnal feelings for her own mother!
"You got your grandmother's pretty red hair,"
Marsha said. "I would like to look at your beautiful red muff."
"God, Mother, you're wild!" Susan breathed. "Move around here so I can see you," Marsha said.
Giving in to her mother's blandishment and her own mysterious feelings, Susan bounced her chair around in front of her mother.
"Take off your robe, honey, and let me look at your gorgeous body."