Chapter 1

“Mum wants to fuck you,” Brenda informed me over our lunch date, making me nearly spill my soup.

“Say that again? I want to make sure that I didn’t hear you wrong,” I coughed and sputtered a bit, my face a bit red as I reacted to her surprise announcement.

“My mother wants to do the nasty, the horizontal mambo, the beast with two backs ... she wants to shag you, love. Quite frankly, I think that you should go for it,” my girlfriend of just a month told me while I ate my tomato basil soup and grilled cheese sandwich.

“But ... you and I, we’re dating. We’re a couple. You sold me on it, remember? Convinced me to date you. Admittedly, we never said that we’re steady, you know, exclusive... , “ I started to say as I drank my coffee, when Brenda put her finger to my lips as she gently interrupted me.

“Exactly. We never talked about monogamy. Was THAT your hang-up about dating me? You were worried that I’d push you to swear off the lasses? No, darling, if that was your worry, I can save you a lot of stress and anxiety right now. That was never my intention. Not at all. In fact, part of me dreaded having this conversation, but I guess that Mum gave me the perfect icebreaker for it, didn’t she?

“I was horribly afraid that you’d want fidelity, and then I’d have to break your heart, love. I’ve enjoyed being your girlfriend, but monogamy’s a deal breaker, darling. I’m no one-man woman, but luckily, it seems, you’re no one-woman man. Best news I’ve had since you agreed to be my boyfriend,” my English tart assured me before inserting plenty of tongue in my mouth.

“So, all you wanted was to date me and fuck me, then?” I probed the territory of her heart and mind.

“No, love. I want to be your wife. I should make that perfectly clear to you now, dear. I want to be your bride. That doesn’t mean that we have to be faithful to each other. There’s such a thing as an open marriage, after all. All I want is permanence. I want to know that we can fuck others like the sluts that we are, and then go home to give each other sloppy seconds, and nobody gives the other grief or hell about it.

“I want us to grow old together, too. I want to be sixty, seventy, eighty, and still turn each other on with the memories and stories of our adventures for each other’s benefit. Besides, there’s something, well ... steamy and dodgy about adultery, don’t you think? It’s the one sin that, off the top of my head, I haven’t committed yet. I love the idea of you having a mistress, me having a paramour. It’s sophisticated, worldly, Continental, even. You know, like the French and their easygoing ways about such things.

“Which brings me back to Mum. She wants to fuck you and I want you to do it, too, love. She’s, well ... you know how she is. She’s an older version of me and that should tell you volumes about why monogamy is a bad arrangement. There’s a reason that she cheated on Dad repeatedly over the years. She’s just ... not made to be faithful to one guy. She needs too much dick for that.

“Admittedly, he was justified in kicking her out for it, since they didn’t have an open marriage at all. It was a bad deal. She kept assuring him that she’d have forgiven him if he cheated, and I do believe that she meant it. She kept urging him to fuck around, too, but at that point, it was too late. He was committed to his decision to toss her arse onto the street. Due to the family home being his by inheritance, he could and did.

“Besides, he’s a bit more old-fashioned and believes that fooling around is something that you do before marriage, get it out of your system, but once wed, you’re to be strictly faithful, man and wife alike. In any case, that situation convinced me that it was a foolish thing to try to give up the right to get my itches scratched when you’re not around ... and the same goes for your needs when I’m unable to gratify you ... or there is one need to that no one person can provide, namely variety.

“Anyway, I want ... I’m pleading with you ... to do this. To sleep with Mum ... and no, this won’t cost you my affections or my sexual favours at all. Quite the contrary. Just the idea of you screwing Mum, knocking her up... , “ Brenda’s face flashed red with obvious desire and I could smell the wetness of her pussy as she unburdened herself of her true intentions a bit.

“Knocking her up? She just divorced from your old man, didn’t she? Are they ... you know, intimate at all? As in ex sex? Has she ever let your father back into her panties? I wouldn’t be shocked if she did. I’d be more surprised if she didn’t, in fact. Be honest with me, dear. Level with me, okay? I don’t like lies,” I insisted upon everything being upfront here between us.

“Um ... yes, dear. I respect that. I totally get that. Trust me. I shall endeavour to be as honest with you as I can, I swear. Mum and Dad have fucked several times since he kicked her out, even since the divorce became final. She’s also been with other men, but... , “ Brenda gulped a bit before she continued.

“She ... needs another baby, and she can’t get that from Dad, since he always wears a rubber. He’s determined not to pay her any child support, though he was generous enough not to ask her to pay any to him for Julia before she came of age. I suppose that he was rich enough not to think that he needed it to provide it for my baby sister. Plus, he fought hard for custody back then and I think that he didn’t want to make it even harder on Mum than it already was.

“Back to Mum and you, though ... she can’t ask one of her usual partners to ... do that. She just doesn’t trust them to be there for her. You, however ... you’re her daughter’s beau. You know that I live with her, so you know where to contact her and drop off any payments. And you should know enough by now that you’d realise that she’ll fuck you good whenever you pay her the maintenance. She knows that you’re the sort of man who wouldn’t abandon his brats.

“Yes, I want you to impregnate Mum, strange as that sounds. Not just because I want her to have that baby that she wants, but also because I want a baby brother or sister, and I love the thought that your son or daughter will also be your brother-in-law or sister-in-law. And ... well, the whole idea of you fucking her is very hot, especially bareback that way. Mum is gonna use you regularly for sex and you’d have a long-term affair with the old girl. It’s exactly what both of you need ... a lover.

“And then, once we marry, well... , “ Brenda stammered a bit.

“Well, what?” I pushed the issue, eager to know what she meant.

“Well, you, she, and I would live together. All three of us. People would tease you about housing your mother-in-law, but she and I would share your body consistently and more than make up for any needling that you got for being seemingly underfoot or double henpecked or whatever. You could make up any excuse that you wished, but the truth would be that you would have another good twenty or so years or more, depending on how well she ages or whatever ... of her arse as well as a lifetime of mine.

“You would breed children on me whose uncle or aunt would also be their half-brother or sister. And when I’m too sore down there to give up the cunny after giving birth, you’d still have Mum’s quim. Now, it’s your turn to be honest, love. Does any of this scenario appeal to you, even a little?” Brenda turned the tables on me as she finished her club sandwich.

“Yes, but I have another question for you, babe. Is ... any part of this because I’m almost old enough to be your father, certainly old enough to be a younger uncle?” I was curious if my age was a factor.

“Well, yes in a way. You being an older chap does help with all of this. Yes, I have some Daddy issues, I guess, so sue me. I’ve always know that I’d never have the chance to ride Daddy’s dick, but yours is perfectly fine with me. I’ve accepted what is and what can never be, with apologies to Led Zeppelin. I’ve made my peace with it. Still, getting to sit on an older man’s lap and ride his cock, namely yours, that’s the stuff of dreams for me.

“It helps with Mum, too. She knows that you’ll treat her well, just as you do with me. So what if you’re shagging your wife and mother-in-law on a daily basis, right? So ... by your own admission, you’d love to get into her knickers often. That can be all arranged. Think of it, love! One hour, you’re inside her and the next you’re inside me! Besides ... well,” Brenda blushed again.