Chapter 6

When Rebeccah came back and discovered that Morgan and her mother were in Krissy’s bedroom with her, she listened stealthfully at the door until she found herself absently toying with her clitoris. She was happy for her mother but envious but had to give Krissy space to enjoy herself without worrying whether her daughter was going to interrupt her carry-on with Morgan, so she went out for breakfast and did a little boutique hopping. It was just after noon when she returned to the apartment. Her mother was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea. Rebeccah was pleased that Morgan had done for Krissy what he had done for her, hopefully with a greater impact on her mother. Krissy was staring blankly into space with a smile on her lips. Rebeccah thought this will bring us back to some level of normalcy.

Apart from the guilt of having sex with such a young woman, being in bed with Rebeccah restored my libido. Without it, sex with Krissy would not have happened the next morning. My stable marriage with Connie had so ordered my life that I never conceived of having sex with other women during our time together. My less-than-enjoyable episodes with my cruise ladies, though reestablishing a certain amount of confidence that I could do it emphasized that point. But Rebeccah’s brazen efforts in the middle of the night not only rekindled my sex drive but it brought the “riding a bicycle” theory into focus and made my performance and enjoyment with Krissy so encouraging. For the next two weeks, Krissy and I were like newlyweds, fucking in each other’s in our apartments day and night.

During this period Rebeccah completely honored our exclusivity. She was aware that both her mother and I, being shy individuals, needed the time necessary for repetition to grow our confidence. But the loss of her father and aunt had upended her sexual routine which, from the time I had moved in next door qualified me as the prime sexual prospect for her as well. During the time her Aunt Martha had moved in with them she was both aware of and jealous of the ménage à trois that her mother, father, and aunt were enjoying. It was the curious and perceptive teenager, Rebeccah, who climbed into bed with Martha and made it so easy for her aunt to tutor her sexually. With the death of her father and aunt, it was easy for her to coax her mother into the same kind of relationship with her daughter, who was ready to take her aunt’s place as the alpha female. During the period of Krissy’s and my “honeymoon,” Rebeccah took a sabbatical from sex with her mother that lasted those two weeks. Finally, she convinced her mother that it was time to cultivate a tripartite involvement she had enjoyed with Doug and Martha.

“I thought you might be ready to make that part of our past,” Krissy said to Rebeccah.

“Do you mean that you would like to approach a threesome with Morgan as well?”

“I would, sweetie, but you know me. I couldn’t just come out and bring it up with him.”

“Leave that to me, Mom.”

I had grown to love Krissy and she professed her love for me as well. She had been coming to my apartment to spend the nights. One night she didn’t come. I thought about going over to her apartment but felt that a night off might be good for us. I was recalling how Rebeccah had wormed her way into my apartment by throwing pebbles against my window. As I thought about it, I got an erection and was absently stroking. While, after the last two weeks, I had thought sex with Rebeccah was just a one-time thing. But, thinking back to my two cruise ladies and how uninspiring sex with them was, I realized how thrilling both of the Waldron women were and wondered if there might be any way I could enjoy both Krissy and Rebeccah.

Although Rebeccah was pleased that her mother and Morgan had gelled sexually during the past two weeks, she was ready to make her move with him herself. Having gone through the grief of losing both her father and her aunt (with whom she had been enjoying sex sex) her mother and she developed the same kind of relationship. But her attraction to Morgan as an older man who reminded her of her father had grown irresistibly. Beyond that, having wished she could have been in on the sex her parents and aunt enjoyed she was intent on being involved in a threesome with Morgan and her mom.

“Mom,” she sighed, I’ve been patient with you and Morgan.”

“Patient?” Krissy said as she pulled her mouth from her daughter’s pussy. It was the first time the two of them had sex together since Rebeccah went to Morgan’s apartment that night. “I’ve been so enthralled with what has been going on with Morgan and me that I’ve completely forgotten about your needs sweetie. I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad you and Morgan have taken a day off, Mom. It has given me a chance to produce a plan of action.”

“Which is?”

“You could go over to Morgan’s apartment tomorrow night and do what you have been doing for the last two weeks. I’m envisioning you riding him like you used to ride Daddy with Aunt Martha in bed with you.”

“How do you know about THAT Rebeccah?”

“Oh Mom, I’m not brain dead. I used to listen to the three of you go at it all the time.”

“You listened at the door?”

“Yes, tee hee, I’ve even seen you through the keyhole.”

“But...”

“But Aunt Martha told me all about it when you would ride Daddy and she would suck his cock, Mom. She told me that she tried to convince you and Daddy to let me join in. But Daddy wanted me to remain a virgin ... which I hadn’t by that time anyway heh, heh, heh.”

Krissy, thought of what the three of them did together, followed by the guilt carried because they had “eaten of the forbidden fruit.” Once she had rationalized it into moral acceptance, she always hoped that Rebeccah didn’t know about what they did. Facing the embarrassment of being confronted about it by Rebecca now she said, “I had hoped we could keep it from you, Rebeccah. But Martha just couldn’t keep quiet about it.”

“I knew about it, Mom. And I often wondered what you and Daddy would think of me giving myself such a workout with one of your dildos as I listened to you. Aunt Martha always told me what the noises were all about and didn’t say anything to you or Daddy that she had been filling me in.”

“I had worried that you knew what was going on. I knew how Martha thought but your Daddy was adamant. I didn’t know you were sexually active at that age. Perhaps, had I known, I might have joined Martha in lobbying your father but...”

“So, do you think Morgan will buy into sex among the three of us? From the one experience I had with him he’ certainly showed me how inventive he was.”

“Believe it or not Rebeccah, I told Morgan about what Daddy Martha, and I did together. He said that he had always been traditional with his wife and often thought about what it might have been like had there been someone else or others involved with them.”

“Well, I want to experience it, Mom. I want to be in bed with you and Morgan.”

Because of Rebeccah’s assertiveness, and Morgan’s acceptance, Krissy felt like she had been in Heaven for the last two weeks. She was in love with him, and Morgan had professed his love for her. Though she wasn’t sure he would want a permanent relationship with her, she knew that Rebeccah was a grown woman and could be a threat to the bond that was being built. At the same time, she looked back on how Martha took her place in the business with her husband (complete with the sexual aspect of with him and his buyers), then their polyamorous relationship developed which augmented their relationship. She considered how much Rebeccah could have enhanced it, and even made the separation caused by Doug and Martha’s deaths less devastating had she been folded in. Her thoughts stirred something in her that wouldn’t have happened had the sex that she and Morgan enjoyed together. Since that time, her and Rebeccah’s sex together had been on hiatus. Now, as her mouth moistly covered Rebeccah’s more generously moist pussy and she vigorously fluttered her tongue on her daughter’s clitoris, she gouged at her clit and jerked into climax.

“Are you all right, Mom?”

With her hands cupping Rebeccah’s buttocks, she clamped her daughter’s vagina to her mouth, shuddered amply, and looked up into her eyes and with tears welling in hers she said, “Oh, DARLING, I’m so SORRY.”

“Whatever for?” Rebeccah said in the confusion of the moment.

“For not involving you in the pleasure Daddy, Martha, and I were enjoying. I know this might sound strange to you, sweetie, but it might have made Daddy’s and Martha’s being stolen from us more livable.”

Trying to make sense of what her mother had just said, Rebeccah stared back until she caught Krissy’s drift and wondered if her seduction of Morgan Loughborough that crazy night had to do with this very issue. Would I have done the same thing had it not been for the fact that I hankered to be part of Mother’s and Daddy’s and Aunt Martha’s sexual play? “But there is nothing we can do to change that now.”

“We can’t change what happened to them and didn’t happen with us, Sweety, But we love doing this, don’t we?”

Chuckling, she said, “Yes,” and thought, I just wish I could be sucking Daddy’s cock right now as Mom eats my pussy.

Sensing Rebeccah’s hesitation, she said. “Something else is on your mind, Becky What?”

“I could be sucking Morgan’s cock right now.”

“You mean? Oh ... I see. Let me think about this.”

Rebeccah looked into Krissy’s wildly expectant eyes, noticing her dripping chin and how her vaginal juices pooled in the dimples that formed in the grooves of her mischievous grin.

“I’ll go to Morgan’s tonight.”

“Yes?”

“Morgan and I will go to bed.”

“And?”

“Um ... yes ... that’s it. I’ll ride his cock. Let’s see. You will sneak into his apartment. Make sure you’re naked, Mom. We’ll be fucking pretty fast and making lots of noise, and ... You crawl up to the side of the bed. And when I pull my pussy off his cock you rise, take his cock in your mouth. He’ll be surprised as hell, heh, heh, but he’s a horny, kinky devil. I bet he’ll get right into it—he says he loved having sex with you. Maybe we can work him into a Daisy Chain.”

“Daisy chain?”

“Yes. Let’s see, you’ll be sucking him. I’ll be eating you’re your pussy and I’ll get my ass in his face so he can eat mine.

‘Oh GOODY,” Krissy exclaimed, “I thought I never do such things again!”

“You loved it, didn’t you Mom.”

“Loved it, Rebeccah? You’ll not believe how good orgasms can be when you’re doing it with other people.”

It was about four-thirty in the afternoon when Krissy called and said, “We haven’t had sex for a whole day Morgan, and...”

Like a fool, I said, “Can’t do it tonight sweetie, I have an Elks meeting.” I wanted to say, “Why don’t you come over now,” but I was doing my income taxes. I should have because there was disappointment in her voice when she said, “What time will you be home?”

“Probably about ten.”

“I had a surprise for you. But it will have to wait.”

Feeling a twinge of guilt I said, “I’m not an officer so I don’t need to be there except to make a quorum to start the meeting which begins at 7:00. What time would be best for you Krissy?”

“Could you get back by 8:00?”

Curious as to why she was so anxious I said, “What in the world is going on, Krissy?”

“A whole day Morgan,” she said in frustration, “these last two weeks have made me feel like a woman again and I’m just afraid I might lose that feeling ... besides.”

“Yes?”

“There’s something I want to give to you ... something special.”

I didn’t have to remind myself how my ship was sailing again, that what was going on between Krissy and me was happening. I thought back to when I first saw her talking with Rebeccah the first day I moved in and felt compelled to make a move on her but didn’t have the balls to make it happen. When Rebeccah woke me in the middle of the night after I had gone over to dinner at their apartment—throwing pebbles against the window—then seducing me into sex with her, it was the best sex I had since Connie was still able to function. My traditional sense of propriety got in my way though. I couldn’t come to grips with enjoying sex with a twenty-one-year-old. But that twenty-one-year-old girl, after exciting me in a way I never thought possible, convinced me to make love to her mother the next morning and we had been at it blissfully every day for the last two weeks. What can she give me that she hasn’t already done, I thought.

As I drove into the parking lot of my apartment and got out of the car, I noticed a very dim light flickering in my window. Krissy must be up there waiting for me. Opening the door, the scent of candles told me that she was there and had planned something romantic as if we were celebrating our anniversary. Counting back, I realized it was two weeks to the day that we first had sex. I walked into the living room and saw Krissy sitting on the couch wearing only a black sheer negligee. On the table beside the couch was a bottle of wine with two filled glasses sitting side by side. “Come here, big fella,” she said in her soft, musky voice.”