Lydia: yesMe (in an ‘unbelievable’ expression): really??Lydia nodded her hand.Me: why? You never felt like having sex with anyone or what?Lydia: I...did feel sometimes but with whom I should do…Me: Well if that’s the case, do you want to try with me?Lydia was confused and kept silent.Me: sorry for saying that.Lydia: don’t be sorry, it’s okay.Me: do you want to kiss me?Lydia (confused): maybe yes?I slowly went near her face but suddenly, someone walked past. So I stopped and ask her to come to the. And don't be surprised. I know that you've been dying to fuck me. Well, I want to fuck you too, Son." You do, Mom? Why didn't you tell me?" Because I didn't know how to tell you before. But now, I've got no choice but to come right out with it. Hell, I don't want you fucking any more mother substitutes. I want you to fuck the real thing--me." Sure thing, Mom. I can't wait to get inside your panties. Where will we fuck, your bed or mine?" Neither, your dad might catch us in the act if we go. I didn't know what to make of it but I knew that I had enjoyed the feeling of another persons hand on my tender, swollen breasts and God forbid what I was thinking but if she wanted to I would let her do it again. I turned out the light and rolled over, away from Bill, and put my hand underneath my nightgown and in between my legs and for the first time in more than twenty years I masturbated while my husband was sleeping not two feet away.Three weeks passed and I had almost forgotten about the. Olivia and amanda arrived and when I answered the door I could tell by the way they were both dressed the both wanted to get fucked hard, they both wore little dresses showing off their perfect bodies, olivia is a bit more curvy then amanda and the dress showed it, hugging ever sexy curve I doubt either one was wearing underwear.We all went inside and I pasted out some drinks, the music was playing so we sat down and started small talk at first just relaxing into the evening, after we had a few.