“Mark, I think I know what you were up to the other night,” Laura said.
Mark’s heart plunked into his stomach, and he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. “O-oh? What’s that?”
“Well, you seem to be awfully friendly with Gail.”
“No, we jus-”
“Let me finish, Mark. I know we were all drunk and being a bit silly, but I think you might have been taking advantage of that by acting inappropriately toward Gail. I mean, what would Nora think if she'd been here? I'd imagine she'd be pretty upset."
Part of Mark felt like if Nora was open to more than just half hearted heavy petting, then he wouldn't be inclined to be touching someone else. The other part recognized that was a shitty thing to think and do. He'd rationalize later. Back to the issue at hand. His mother stared at him expectantly, waiting for some kind of answer or explanation.
Being completely honest crossed his mind, but there was no telling how that would turn out, beyond "badly." It was either that or deny everything. There didn't seem to be much of a middle ground. In a rare moment of recklessness, he opted for the truth which had actually been weighing on him. All of the truth.
"OK. You're right. It started with Judy a few weeks ago."
"What? You're involved with Judy
Mark felt a flash of annoyance at the interruption. "You asked what was going on. I'm telling you all of it. Frankly, when I'm done, you'll probably kick me out of the house, but I just need to get this out."
For the next fifteen minutes, he spilled all of the details, starting with Judy forcing him to masturbate in front of her, through his recent in-plain-sight "clandestine" romp with Gail. Laura's jaw dropped a little more at each successive detail until it looked like she was trying to swallow an invisible orange whole.
When Mark finally had the courage to look her in the face again, she was frozen in shock, one hand covering her mouth, the other clutching at the small pearl necklace dangling around her throat. "Oh my god," she repeated quietly from behind her hand. "Mark, I... you should have... I don't even..." She trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I-"
"You should leave. Now. Just go for a long drive or I don't know. Just get out. I need time to think."
Mark sighed and left, driving to the nearest coffee shop since Nora would be at work for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
With no small amount of trepidation, Mark re-entered the house about three hours later to find his mom seated on the couch with her legs tucked under her, reading a novel.
"Hi mom. Is it okay to be home now?"
"Sure honey. It's fine." There was an awkward pause and both Mark and Laura took the moment to study their own fingernails with great interest. Finally, Laura spoke again. "I talked to Judy today."
"She admitted everything you told me earlier." Mark felt his face flushing again. "She suggested the three of us talk tomorrow after you get home from class. I told her I thought that was a good idea," said Laura.
"Okay." Another pause. "I think I'll just hide out in my room for the rest of the night."
"If that's what you want, sure. But you don't have to, you know."
"I know, but... I just need some time to process things. Night mom."
"Goodnight Mark. See you tomorrow afternoon."
Mark arrived home the next day around four, as per usual. His mom was once again perched on the couch. "Hey mom. What's... I mean, how's it... er... I'm home."
"I can see that. Have a seat. Judy will be around pretty soon."
Mark did as he was told. Noting her smart business skirt and modest blouse, he asked, "Dd you get done early at work?"
"Told them I was sick. Really, I just wanted to do some thinking and a bit of research online. I actually learned a new term today."
"Oh? What is it?"
"Yeah, 'squick' or 'squicked,'" Laura said. A small chuckle cracked through her stern demeanor. Mark was surprised at how relaxed she seemed, compared to just sixty seconds prior.
"Ah. Um, so, what's it mean?"
"It's when you're sort of grossed out by something without morally disapproving of it. And it sounds funny. Squick!" she giggled, "Squicky squick!"
A quick glance around the room revealed zero wine bottles or glasses. "Mom, are you drunk or something? Yesterday, you seemed ready to disown me or something. I dunno."
Laura sighed, "I would never do that. I love you too much, even if you are a screwup sometimes. I'm just feeling very relaxed for some reason."
"I see. And what were you, um, squicked out by?"
"All that stuff you told me earlier. Here's the thing. I don't really think you've done anything wrong
per se, and part of me is glad that my only son is being intimate with people I know and trust, but on the other hand, I was shocked and maybe even a little grossed out by the details, not to mention the fact that I was physically present for some of it."
Mark couldn't believe what he'd just heard. It was so far beyond anything his mom had ever said about sexuality, he didn't know how to process the whole thing.
"I'm sorry for getting mad sweetie. Hug?" Mark obliged the request and wrapped his arms around her with a quick squeeze. Laura held the embrace longer than usual, which gave Mark enough time to notice two very subtle, yet distinct scents emanating from her loosely curled hair. Both were very familiar.
"Did you get some new perfume?" Mark asked.
"You smell like... well, like Judy's perfume." He declined the comment on the other scent, which was the unmistakable scent of sex.
"That's because I managed to get some of my perfume on her," said Judy, emerging from the kitchen.
Mark whirled around in surprised to see Judy smirking at him from the doorway. She was dressed for the gym, with a modest tank top and form fitting calf-length yoga pants. She held three glasses of water between her hands.
"Judy got here early," Laura explained.
"Now that we're all here..." Judy began, sitting herself two feet away from Laura on the couch. Mark plucked a water glass from the coffee table to irrigate his anxiety-parched mouth.
“...I think we need to have a talk.” ~~~
The next thirty minutes of conversation was a blur. After the fact, Mark realized his mind was so spun around, he could barely remember anything that was said, up until the very last sentence of the conversation.
“Laura, this whole thing has got you a bit worked up, hasn’t it?” said Judy.
“Noooo, what do you mean?”
“I can smell your sex from over here. You must be positively soaked under that skirt. Be a dear, stand up and show us how wet you are.”
“What?!” Laura squeaked.
“You heard me. I bet Mark can smell you too. Pull up your skirt a little and show us the wet patch on your pretty pink panties. Mark, wouldn’t you like to see?”
Mark felt numb. He nodded once before his brain had caught up. What did he just agree to?
"But... it's Mark, he's..."
"I know who he is. Please do as you're told," said Judy.
Laura reached down with trembling fingers and grasped the hem of her skirt. She froze and shot another nervous glance at Judy, who returned the look with a stern nod. Mark's eyes fixated on the hem as it began to rise, revealing smooth skin that became more and more pale, the higher she went. The hem passed the southernmost parts of Laura's intimate anatomy, revealing pink satin stretched taut over her mound. Just as Judy said, Laura's wetness was evident. The fabric was stained a very dark shade of pink, down through where it disappeared between her thighs.
“Lovely, just lovely,” Judy said, her voice growing husky. “Now, I want you tell Mark about what we did earlier.” Laura opened her mouth to speak, but Judy cut her off. “No ‘but’s.’ I’m sure Mark would love
to know what’s behind your sudden change in demeanor.”
Laura was frozen and silent while blood rushed to her face. “No?” said Judy. “You don’t want to tell him about how I walked in on you fucking yourself with a hairbrush? How you eventually asked me stay and watch, then practically begged me to let you touch me? And finally, how hard you came when I let you grind your sopping wet pussy against my leg? You don’t want to tell him any of that?”
Mark suppressed a groan at the images flashing through his mind. His cock strained against his pants, and he bent forward slightly to try and hide it.
"That's not what hap-"
"Sure it is, dear, as far as I’m concerned anyway," Judy said, cutting Laura off once more. She reached over and dragged one finger up the inside of Laura's left thigh, stopping just short of her sex. Judy's finger came away glistening slightly.
Mark spoke up before his mental filter could stop him. "Geez mom, you're grooling!"
Both women stared at him. "What, praytell, is 'grooling?" asked Judy.
Mark hid behind his hands. "Er, Nothing. Just something stupid I saw on Reddit. It's like "girl drool." Just forget it."
Judy walked over to Mark. Does this so-called “grool” turn you on somehow?"
"A little, yeah."
Judy gently swiped her still-moist fingertip just above Mark's upper lip. He resisted the urge to inhale deeply and lick the spot where she'd touched him.
"Then I have an idea for a little game," said Judy.
Before she could explain her rules, the front door opened, and Gail waltzed in with a bundle of clothes under her arm. "Hey everyone, I'm..." she trailed off as she tried to take in the scene in front of her, “...ready... for... yoga.”
"Pretty sure I couldn't have asked for better timing," Judy said with a chuckle, “Have a seat.”
Gail sat as instructed, and Mark couldn’t help but notice her eyes flitting over his slowly bulging pants.
“Are we not
going to yoga today?” Gail asked.
Judy returned with two kitchen chairs and set them next to each other in the middle of the room. Pointing at the chairs, she said, "sit over here, please," to Mark and Laura. Each dutifully sat down.
Judy pulled Gail aside and the conversed in hushed tones for a few minutes, occasionally glancing over at Mark and Laura. Gail blushed, looked over again, then nodded. The two women stood in front of Mark and his mom, grinning mischievously.
"Um... what's going on?" said Mark. Gail dropped to her knees in front of him, and looked up with a playful smirk. He glanced over at his mom who seemed similarly confused.
"What are you two going to do?" she asked.
"Sit quietly, and you'll see," said Judy.
Gail's hands slid up Mark's legs and pushed them apart. She palmed his now throbbing member through his jeans. Mark self-consciously stifled a small moan, acutely aware of who else was in the room with him.
Within moments, his cock was free and twitching in the cool air. Before he’d even made a move to cover himself, it was engulfed by Gail’s warm, silky mouth. This time he didn’t bother to stifle the moan as Gail’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock and her lips slowly slid up and down the sensitive skin.
Mark pulled his eyes away from Gail’s slowly bobbing head and glanced over to the activities next to him. Laura’s soaked panties sat on the floor, still wrapped around one ankle. Her skirt was up around her waist, exposing her neatly trimmed sex. Judy licked her way up the inside of Laura’s thighs, slowly making her way northward. When her outstretched tongue finally reached the swollen nub of Laura’s clit, Laura shivered and splayed her legs even wider. “Oh god, yes,” she muttered under her breath. The sight came close to pushing Mark over the edge. He placed one hand on the back of Gail’s head to slow her down.
“Gail, stop.” Then to Mark and Laura: “I want you two to hold hands and look at each other.”
Mark and Laura complied. Their hands hung in the space between the chairs, fingers loosely intertwined. Both gasped simultaneously as Gail and Judy went back to work on their respective targets.
“So, uh, how is it?” Mark asked, not knowing what else to say.
“It’s good, honey. It feels really good,” Laura responded in a husky whisper. “How about you?” Her cheeks reddened as she asked the question.
“Same. Feels fan–tastic
actually.” Gail’s lips curled into a smile around his cock. Mark eye’s traveled down Laura’s body. Her nipples stuck out proudly through her thin blouse. Her other hand stroked through Judy’s hair. Her trim thighs swung open and closed and her hips undulated against Judy’s probing tongue. Her breathing was becoming shallower and more ragged each second.
“Are you close?” he asked.
“Mmm-hmm.” Laura nodded while chewing her lower lip. A second later, she threw her head back and her hips bucked upward. Judy clutched Laura’s hips to keep herself from being knocked backward. Laura continued to writhe, pant, and squeal through the rest of her orgasm.
Mark was barely holding on. His cock swelled and the tip just barely brushed the back of Gail’s throat, causing her to gag slightly. Then he came, splashing ropes of cum inside Gail’s skilled mouth. She held him in place, continuing to suck gently until he couldn’t take any more stimulation then pulled his cock from her mouth with a small pop
“Holy shit,” Mark muttered. Laura squeezed his hand for a moment, then released it.
“Indeed,” she said.
Gail and Judy both sat back to admire their handiwork. Gail wiped a small dribble of cum from her lip, then licked it from her finger. The area around Judy’s mouth glistened with her friend’s juices. She made no motion to wipe it off. Then an “I’ve-got-a-bright-idea” smile flashed across her face. She stood and stepped over to Mark. With one hand grasping his still hard, still throbbing cock, she bent down and pressed her full, soft lips to his. He inhaled deeply through his nose, soaking in the intoxicating scent.
Mark’s cock jumped in Judy’s hand, and she gave it a little squeeze in return. “He seems to like the way you taste,” Judy remarked to Laura. Laura blushed again. “Now, who wants a drink?” Three hands popped up.
Judy disappeared into the kitchen, which left Gail, Mark, and his mom sitting awkwardly in the the living room. Mark and Laura each made a weak attempt to maintain a bit of modesty by covering up, but it was far too late for that.
“Wait a sec,” said Mark, “Why are we always letting Judy call the shots around here. We just do whatever she wants.”
Gail held up a finger. “I know what to do,” she said. Gail and Laura conferred out of earshot to Mark. There was a lot of nodding, and they separated just as Judy walked back in.
“What were you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Gail replied, straight-faced. Gail and Laura settled onto opposite ends of the couch.
“Mm,” said Judy. She set a tray of wine glasses on the coffee table in the middle of the room, then set herself between Gail and Laura on the couch.
Without warning, they pounced. Each woman grabbed an arm and a leg, spreading Judy wide open. Mark’s resting cock awoke and sprang to attention. Only some thin, stretchy fabric stood between him and the most intimate parts of the woman who’d been sexually tormenting him for weeks. He was frozen in place, unsure how to proceed. Fortunately, Gail and his mom quickly solved that problem for him, by wrestling Judy’s pants over her ass and pulling her lacy panties out of the way.
Judy was shaved bald. As in, just-shaved-in-the-shower-ten-minutes-ago bald. She struggled (in vain) to get away, but the small trickle of juices dribbling down between her ass cheeks gave her away.
"Get her, Mark!" Laura laughed, urging him on. “I think you owe her one!”
For another few seconds, Mark soaked in the image of Judy's lithe form held fast by Gail and Laura. She was effectively helpless. Gail slipped her free hand between Judy's thighs and plunged two fingers between her sopping lips. "Yep, she's definitely ready," Gail said with a giggle. She worked her fingers in and out a few times, then withdrew, dragging them up across Judy's stomach, leaving a slick trail of from clit to tit.
"Don't you dare," Judy growled as Mark drew closer. He hesitated before seeing through the act. Judy's hips betrayed her, seeming to seek out Gail's fingers.
"I think I will dare," he said. "I've been waiting for this moment for a damned long time. He dropped to his knees and with one smooth motion, thrust himself into Judy until his pubic bone was pressed firmly against hers. She tensed briefly and her pussy spasmed and clenched Mark's member.
"Alright then," Judy half-whispered, half-gasped, "Enjoy it while you can though. I will
get you back later. For now, dammit, just fuck me." Laura and Gail released Judy's arms and legs. Judy immediately wrapped one leg around Mark, pulling him against her. One hand went to his hip to keep his thrusting slow and measured. The other snaked between them and began to trace little circles around her stiff clitoris.
Mark's breathing grew more ragged by the second and it was a struggle to keep from just fucking wildly. Laura smoothed his sweaty hair out of his eyes. "Are you getting close, honey?"
"Oh god, yes," Mark said between breaths.
"Good." Laura's hand slipped down to his left buttock and pulled him even more firmly into her friend. The fingers of her free hand began to dance lightly across her clit and she began to moan softly along with the two lovers in front of her. Gail's hands appeared from behind Laura and closed around Laura's firm breasts, pinching and kneading.
The room seemed to grow hazy as Mark became more and more lost in the moment. He tore his half-lidded eyes away from Judy's swaying tits and focused as best he could on Laura. "Do you want me to wait for you?" he asked.
Laura smiled and her masturbatory movements accelerated. "No, of course not Mark. You go right ahead, whenever you're ready." She emphasized the statement by urging him even faster with the small hand he clutching his buttock.
Mark bent down to Judy's ear. "I'm gonna fill you so full of cum right now," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.
"Mark..." Laura said quietly.
His head popped back up. He was mere seconds from what could be one of the most intense moments of his entire life. "Yeah?"
Laura leaned forward and pressed her soft, moistened lips against his, parting them just enough to tease him with her tongue. Simultaneously, Judy writhed underneath him, urging him to move faster.
The edges of Mark's vision darkened and small fireworks exploded behind his eyes. He broke the kiss. A choked gasp escaped his mouth. Every muscle in his body hardened and flexed. It felt like every fiber of his being was being summoned out through his cock, which throbbed and twitched inside Judy. He willed the orgasm to continue until every milliliter of cum had exited his body.
After a few more moments, Mark collapsed in a heap on top of Judy. Four soft hands caressed his head, back, and butt while he twitched and shuddered in the final throes of his orgasm.
Seconds later, Mark heard his mother gasp quietly as she rode the wave of her second or third orgasm of the night.
The room descended into silence, save for the ticking clock sitting on the fireplace mantle, as each person in the room tried to make sense of what had just happened.
Mark propped himself up on one shaky arm. He motioned for Gail and Laura to lean close. He softly kissed Judy first, then Gail, and finally his mother. "Thank you," he whispered. "Honestly, I have no idea how we got here. I mean, this is nuts, but thank you."
Each woman returned the kiss lovingly. "You're quite welcome," Judy said, squeezing his softening penis one more time before it slipped from the grasp of her warm pussy. “Quite welcome.”
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