Me, my girlfriend and her mum
It started in 2006. I had just turned 18 and was enjoying my relationship with my first gf. We'd been together a little over a year when a third person joined our relationship which she had no idea about. Her mother.
My girlfriend and I lived some way apart so we spent our days off work together, mostly at her place where she lived with her mum. Occasionally, my girlfriend however would do a morning shift at work, leaving me at home until she returned. The first few occasions this happened I would mostly just stay in bed, watch tv, masturbate, the usual stuff to pass a few hours of a lazy morning.
Her mum worked from home sometimes or was off also, so would be downstairs at her desk or doing whatever she was doing. I'd go downstairs, make some tea, we would have a quick chat, nothing out of the ordinary. Occasionally she would knock on the bedroom and ask if I wanted tea. Of course I would say yes. Who doesn't like tea being made for them?
On one particular day, I was masturbating when she knocked the door and asked if wanted a drink. At first I stopped and said "yes, please." Trying my best to sound like I'd not been pleasuring myself. But then I had a naughty thought. After she had gone downstairs, I went out of the room, naked, and into hers, went to her washing and took a pair of her dirty knickers and quickly took myself back to my girlfriends room. My cock was rock hard at this point and my heart was beating from the rush of what I had just done. A lacy white thong with the scent of my girlfriend's mother's pussy all over them was now in bed with me. A few minutes later I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and a knock on the door. I said she was ok to come in and she gave me my cup of tea and we spoke for a while. All this whilst under the covers I have a rock hard penis with her dirty underwear around it. I think she had an idea I'd been masturbating as I was trying to control my breathing and she said "well I'd better leave you to it" with a cheeky grin. I smiled and thanked her for the tea and off she went. The orgasm that followed he leaving the room was mind blowing. Her used panties helping me to cum very quickly. It was at this point I started to fall for her.
A few weeks later, my girlfriend and I were enjoying a morning sex session when out of nowhere her mum burst into the room. The central heating controls were in a cupboard in the room and she decided she was turning them on. She could definitely hear us having sex but decided to come straight in the room instead of knocking first. Though a shock at first, I collapsed down on my girlfriend to hide ourselves under the covers, but the way the bed was positioned as she entered, she absolutely saw my cock, deep inside her daughter before we could cover up. She didn't make a big thing of it, just turned the heating on, apologised and left. My girlfriend and I, laughed it off as a bit awkward, then carried on as we were. Only in my mind, the fact she had now seen me naked, erect and fucking her daughter, drove me fucking wild.
The following day, my girlfriend had a shift at work. So as usual, she left around 7:30am and I was home alone with her mum. Ten minutes after she leaves, her mum gets up, knocks the door and opens it straight away and puts her head round and looks at me. "Tea?" She asks with a slightly raised eyebrow and a little smirk. I smile back and reply "yes please, that'd be nice. Thank you".
Now, my girlfriend's mum wasn't stunningly attractive. Not pretty like my girlfriend was. She was hot. She was sexy. In a way that she looked like an older, but less refined version of her. But after the incidents over the past few weeks I was horny as fuck for her. I decided to risk it all. This will either end with me having to leave my girlfriend or I will have gotten to have fucked her mum. I got naked.
My cock was hard already at this point. I pulled down the covers slightly to show some of my body but not enough to be showing too much. I hear her footsteps on the stairs. My heart beating so fast. "This is it", I thought. The door opens and she walks in. She's stood there in her usual robe and pyjama top. Her legs on show and her bare feet on the cold floor. She comes over to the bed and hands me my tea. As I sit up and take it from her I get a bit nervous and begin to cover myself a bit with the covers. She notices and says "oh don't worry, I've seen it before haven't I", laughing. I laughed back and said "yeah, you probably saw more than you were supposed to" She then apologised for walking in the day before. And I said "it was alright."
Then out of nowhere she asks me "why were you in my room a few weeks ago?" I looked up at her. "I heard the bedroom door open and then footsteps on the floor above me, which is my room" I couldn't speak. I felt myself going red and uttered something. What could I say, my reaction meant she has caught me and she knew what I'd done. It turns out she always wore matching underwear and she noticed that the panties I'd taken were missing when she did the washing. I didn't put them back for a few days. I took them home with me and used them some more before returning. I'd been busted.
Anyway, she then looked at me and undid her robe. She slid up her top and showed me her knickers. "Recognise these?" she said. It was the white lacy thong I had taken from her room. She had them on. Oh my god. I looked at her and nodded. "What did you do with them? Did you wear them?" I shook my head. "I bet you sniffed them didn't you?" "Yes" I replied. "Lick them?" I shook my head again. I wish I had licked them. "What else did you do? I want to know". "I used them to masturbate with. I thought it would be hot. I got carried away. I'm sorry". She looked pissed off but then she said sternly "I want to see what you were doing. Show me". All of a sudden we locked eyes and smiled at each other again.
She came over to the bed and pulled back the covers. There I was, naked and hard and she said "I knew it." Her seeing me like that turned me on so much. Then she said "Go on, show me what you did with my knickers you dirty bastard". So I take my cock and start stroking it. She watches me alternating between eye contact and looking at my hard dick. Next thing I know, she lifts up her top again and slides down her knickers and throws them towards me. "That'll make it easier for you won't it?" she says to me. She then comes and sits on the bed next to me, takes her warm, wet knickers and takes my cock in her hand and starts to stroke. "Is this what you imagined when you snuck into my room?" How I didn't cum on the spot I don't know.
In the 45 minutes that followed, I had the most incredible sex, probably even to this day. She sucked my cock, I licked her pussy, she rode me reverse cowgirl and ordered me to finger her ass. Missionary, doggy, she told me she liked her toes being sucked which is where my foot fetish started. This woman was incredible. Every time we were home alone over the next few months. We fucked. My girlfriend's bed, her bed, the couch, the shower, the kitchen. Its was amazing. Until one day, it changed. Boom. Pregnant. I had gotten my girlfriend's mother pregnant. Oh shit. Wildest news of my life. She was cool about it. She said she didn't want to keep it. I certainly didn't want to have a baby at 18. With a woman more than twice my age. It was a fucked situation. She went to doctors and sorted it.
Months later, my girlfriend and I ended things before she went to university. We agreed it was best so she could enjoy the experience which I thought was fair enough. Her mum and I saw each other, just for sex, for a little while longer after she had gone. But the excitement went over time. She wanted a relationship with someone her own age and I was still young and was enjoying my life too much. I felt guilt for betraying my ex like that but I can't lie it was hot and something I'm glad I got to experience. I'm in my thirties now and still think of this woman as the one who helped shape my sexual personality. I have no clue if my ex ever found out about the affair or if it stayed just between her mother and I. I haven't seen or spoke to either of them for many, many years. I hope they are doing well and are happy.
