Chapter 3

Hi, everyone! Just a heads up, this chapter is slightly shorter than the first two (and the next one should be similar size) – it worked better that way in terms of pacing and not cramming too many scenes into one chapter. Thank you again for reading!

As they barreled down the highway, getting ever closer to their destination, Margaret shook herself out of her torpor. Her whole body was still tingling from all her orgasms and the car still reeked of sex but now she could think more clearly. The thoroughly loved-up mother shuddered at the thought of the risk they took. However, one thing she definitely knew – the bond that she and Tim have discovered was too strong to ignore. She wanted to feel his arms around her again, she wanted to feel him in her again. Mark and Jake also made her scream but she was strong enough to resist any further advances from them. Probably. Did she want to, though? Right now, Margaret didn’t know what to think.

She drew a shaky breath, deciding that she should once again reinforce the importance of discretion. “Boys,” she gently admonished her lovers. “This was quite naughty of you. Suppose someone has driven by?”

Mark looked sheepish. “Sorry, Margaret,” he said. “We, uh, got a bit carried away. You are just so sexy!”

Margaret giggled despite herself, her pussy tingling. She reached back with her hand, affectionately tousling his hair. “Boys...” she began, suddenly struggling to find the words. Somehow, when she wasn’t impaled on someone’s cock, talking out loud about sex seemed more taboo, she thought wryly. “Boys, you make me feel really good. Really, really good. I ... want to do it again,” she added, surprising herself.

Tim, Mark and Jake jumped almost simultaneously as the words sent a shock through them. They had now all fucked the married woman twice, yet both of these occasions seemed like spur-of-the-moment moments of raw passion. To hear her now soberly admitting that she was ready for more made them all instantly hard.

“I do,” Margaret affirmed, their reaction somehow making her more sure of her decision. “But we really, really, have to be careful here. Let me plan a bit first and I will make sure we are ... less open or obvious.”

Tim reassuringly touched her shoulder. “Of course, Mum,” he said hotly. “We will ... we will be careful from now on. Right, guys?” Mark and Jake added their affirmations. “Okay, okay ... I trust you, guys,” Margaret said. She giggled again, embracing how girlish she sounded. “You really do know how to make a woman feel good. Are you that experienced at such a young age?”

“Well, we are not virgins,” Mark grinned at her. “And Tim?” she playfully raised her eyebrow at him. Tim blushed furiously. Somehow, fucking his Mum was one thing but talking to her about his sex life was something else. “Well, er, yes, there were some, er, experiences,” he admitted to snickers from the backseat. Margaret laughed again and touched his arm. “It’s okay, honey, I didn’t want to embarrass you ... just teasing”. Tim gave her a smile that melted her heart. “I love you, Mum,” he said again. “Me too, honey,” Margaret answered “Me too”.

The rest of the way into Sydney passed uneventfully. In the late afternoon, they pulled up to Bondi Beach. Tim looked at her with a glint in his eye. “Say, Mum,” he said. “Why don’t we give our bathing suits a trial run and use the outside showers?”

Margaret playfully punched him on the arm. “You just want to see me in my swimsuit, don’t you?” she laughed. “We do,” Jake piped up from the back seat. “Well, Tim probably has seen you in that before, but we haven’t,” he added. Margaret laughed again. “You boys are insatiable. Okay, let’s do that.”

She quickly got their swimming costumes out of the car boot and they ducked into the changerooms. As Margaret came outside, she was very aware of the eyes crawling all over her body. Not that she was much better as she ogled her lovers’ well-built forms. Now that Margaret made up her mind to embrace her newfound wild side, any lingering tension wholly disappeared. As they stood under the reams of water from the showers, Margaret took great delight in teasing the boys by leaning forward a bit and pretending to shake sand out the swimsuit as though they just finished swimming. They were all laughing and splashing each other. Mark leaned over and whispered into her ear: “God, Margaret, if there wasn’t anyone around, I would be peeling this suit right off you and taking you right here”. Margaret giggled as she felt herself getting wet at the prospect. In fact, she considered, it was good that there was no one in close proximity as the boys were all sporting obvious hard-ons. When they finished washing, they changed back into their normal clothes and drove to Jackie’s mother’s house, a short distance away.