Anna knew she was a sexy woman, for sure her partner told her with eager frequency, but equally she was never shy in noticing many admiring glances from men and occasionally women, especially when she added flirtatious to the character of a day’s wardrobe. In her early fifties, she was a shapely woman with a body relishing her tall frame. Her curves all seemed to be in the right places, and maturity had emphasized their impact on the eye. Her prized assets, though, were her breasts. They were not especially large but more than a handful and age had treated them to their own especial lures with a persistent firmness highlighted by hungrily responsive nipples.

A mother of two teenage children, her son well into his nineteenth year and a daughter a couple of years behind, Anna proved popular with their friends and to be fair people of all ages. There was an instinctive love of fun and, at times, mischievousness within her that had always drawn people to her. That was how she met her partner, Pietr, ten years previously, a smile that was never far from her face catching his eye, and her joyful nature and bright demeanour doing the rest. Of course, her body was no obstacle either. The first time they met, his eyes were frequently drawn to its sexy shape and intensely to her breasts in the dress that was hugging them as keenly as it was all her curves. It was a picture that beguiled his attention and stirred a lust in his loins and heart, an instinctive response that had never waned, indeed only escalated daily thereon as they became lovers and partners to share one life.

Their lovemaking was an adventure for both too. Sometimes, primal lust drove their energy and urgency, something that again had never diminished as their years together continued, and other times it was a slow and gentle exploration of each other that wove blissful intimacy and a journey to an explosive crescendo. One of their favourite and often with the most intensely acute outcomes, was when they lay side-by-side playing with themselves or each other as their words turned numerous pages on undiscovered possibilities and desires. It was a moment when pretty much nothing was taboo, their adult involving stories feeding inherent and newly exposed fantasies within each other as each placed the other in scenarios with words that, with eyes closed and hands fuelling bodily urges, showed themselves a manipulative puppeteer.

It was a place where Anna’s curiosities embraced lesbian, multiple partner, and cougar-like possibilities, and Pietr had revealed incestuous mum, Asian girls, and wife sharing inquisitiveness among so many other explorations for both. There was plenty in their fictitious realms of sexual wonderment and hungry desires that truthfully neither would probably partake in in real life, but in that world, taboo and restraint were close to being forgotten words.  Anna also had no doubt that this part of their sex life, if unknowingly, seeded her defencelessness to what happened one particular weekend.

The moment in question came as a summer heat seduced a willingness to dispense with the wearing of clothes in the privacy of the home. Pietr was away for the weekend for work, so Anna, to relieve the boredom, was planning to pamper and treat herself non-stop with a sexual tingle in all she decided to do. Well, that was the plan, but one quickly deterred by the unexpected visit of her son Harrison and his girlfriend Claire. Luckily, she had not started her cosseting, so the joy of welcoming her firstborn was unspoiled by a frantic hiding of intentions.

Harrison was a handsome lad, though most mums would say that she often said to herself, but he had a look that drew attention, as did his girlfriend. Meeting two years previously, Harrison and Claire were now at university together and ready for a well-earned weekend away from study, and those things that students do. Anna and Claire had gotten on famously from the first time she was introduced to the family. She was a girl who again perfectly fitted the term sexy with her five-foot-six-tall and healthily thin body. She was also someone who had been given alluring curves in all the perfect places. Her breasts were small but pulled attention like sexual sirens. Yes, Anna had found herself easily drawn to Claire and enthralled in her beauty, as too had Piotr, both finding themselves often talking about her after that first introduction and with a tinge of playful sexuality at times. That was where it stayed, though Anna had noticed that Claire was not afraid to show a gaze that mutually took in her attributes as she had those of the young girl.

It was the following morning after their arrival that relationships took a new turn. After a lively and joyful evening when laughter and prosecco flowed easily, Anna awoke with a flush of warm happiness in her cheeks. Slipping her dressing gown around her body that only graced a slim pair of panties, she went to the bathroom. After using the toilet, she stood in front of the mirror, admiring the beauty that maturity had given her and her body.

“Mmmmm beautiful.”

The words and voice sharing them made her jump, Anna quickly turning to see the source as she immediately realised she had forgotten to lock the door. It was not something she was used to doing these past years with just her and Pietr in the house. “I am so sorry, I forgot to lock the door,” she blurted out as she turned and saw Claire in the doorway, also forgetting to cover herself up with her open dressing gown, doing nothing to conceal her breasts.

“Don’t be,” Claire replied as she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. “I knew your body was something beautiful, but I see it is now something to be seriously desired,” she added as she walked behind Anna and pushed her gently against the sink.

Anna was not sure what to do, especially as she felt her gown being pulled away from her shoulders and dropped to the floor, and young hands gently rising up her back and around her body to cup her boobs. The sensible act of stopping things was slow to rise within her, just as the dampness between her legs was, in contrast, fast coming, its swiftness matched by the excitement she was feeling rising within her.

As her nipples were being fondled by eager fingers, Anna finally managed to show reason and suggested Claire stop, but it was not given with the conviction intended, and if she was honest, Anna did not want it to stop.

“I could, but I don’t think you want me to any more than I do,” Claire replied, “certainly your panties tell me so,” she continued as her left hand slipped quickly between Anna’s legs. 

She was right. Her pussy was streaming with her nectar and tingling with excitement as was the whole of her body as she watched Claire in the mirror bring her hand up to her mouth to lick Anna’s juices from her fingers.

“Mmmmm, delicious,” Claire exclaimed before swinging Anna round to face her with a mischievous grin. Quickly, she brought her lips to Anna’s tits, keenly sucking on her nipples in turn. An instinctive gasp escaped Anna’s throat, which only led to greater zeal in Claire’s attention to the older woman’s highly sensitive breasts. It was also a submission that inspired the younger woman to stand on her toes to share a hungry kiss with Anna, a sharing that intensified as tongues played and breaths quickened. The eagerness of her own kisses surprised Anna as she had never kissed a woman in such a way before, though in those fantasy-led escapades with Pietr, she had shared plenty.    

Her hands, too, seemed to have intentions of their own with both diving down to clutch Claire’s panties-clad pert bum and pull her closer to her, indeed, before she realised they were inserting themselves inside the cotton briefs to feel young, soft flesh.  

If there were still any thoughts of stepping back from the situation, they were lost by this point, submission proven by Anna slowly removing Claire’s underwear and, as eagerly, her body-hugging t-shirt. Another gasp escaped her as she gazed upon the sexy body before her, taking in the young girl’s small but tantalising tits with her lustful eyes and as quickly as her eager hands. This time, it was Claire’s lips that passed a blissful sigh when Anna dipped down and took the girl’s hardening nipples in her teeth, nibbling and sucking to feed her unlocked craving.

As Anna eagerly let her mouth work away at the perfect cones of beauty before her, she travelled her hands up and down the young body. In return, Claire’s hands held Anna’s head firmly against her grateful body. Then the moment turned again, and Claire pushed her older lover away and guided her to the toilet, sitting her down on the closed throne and calmly but firmly spreading Anna’s legs. The teen quickly dropped to her knees, and with a huge grin, put her head between Anna’s thighs and shared kisses all around her waiting flower. It was fair to say that Anna’s clit had never throbbed as it was right now, its impatience to be touched almost answered by the older woman’s own fingers but beaten to it by a young, agile mouth.

Anna’s head rocked back as raw pleasure took hold of her body, a primal growl escaping her throat as her vagina held Claire’s lustful attention. Every part of her sex was being pleasured as the girl’s lips, teeth, and tongue were joined by her fingers, all soaked in the older lover’s continually flowing juices. It was not long before Anna felt the first swell of an orgasm rising, a tide of pleasure that she could not stop or indeed wanted to as it burst in an eddy of frenzied delight accompanied by an unbridled scream.

As her body shuddered time and time again in the after throes of the momentous eruption, Anna’s only thought was to return the joy and pulled Claire to her feet, turning her round and pulling her down upon her lap, the young back resting upon her front. The mature woman’s hands were quickly upon the younger girl’s front, lovingly squeezing and playing with her petite tits with a hunger she had never felt before. That greed equally fuelled her subsequent searching of the youngster’s soaking wet pussy. Without a moment to reflect, she pushed a finger inside the girl’s body, with a second soon alongside the first, enjoying the tightness of a young vagina, and wished she had a cock to enjoy the snug fit. Instead, she withdrew her digits and urgently thrust them into her own mouth to taste the youngster’s heavenly waters, groaning with lust as she sucked them clean before returning to pleasuring the nubile body upon her, the youngster’s own hand squeezing between their bodies to play with Anna’s nub in gratitude.

Her blissful examination and playing of the siren before her was broken by the words “Oh, hello baby,” a welcome quickly followed by a giggle and “Oops, looks like I forgot to lock the door too.”

Anna looked up and saw her son in the doorway. She had no idea how long he had been there or how much he had seen, but the hard cock being worked on by his own hand suggested it had not been mere seconds. It was a glorious sight, and Anna could not look away at her son’s agile play, but she knew she had to stop things, but her boy’s girlfriend stopped any words escaping with her enthused play on her own lust-locked body. Indeed, Anna found she could not stop herself from working on the girl either, only finding greater hunger to pleasure her seductress as she watched her son with his average-sized but invitingly thick dick.

She had, on occasion, wondered about her son and the size of his manhood, even if generally it was during or after one of her and Pietr’s fantasy conjuring sex sessions. She had indeed shared a glance when her son walked around in just his underwear or tight shorts, but never to the point of actually trying to find out; any curiosity soon discarded. It was just part of the game the lovers played at times. Now she knew, though, and even if a flush of guilt at feeling aroused by the sight of her son, she was not disappointed. His penis was no bigger than her partner’s, but there was a real lust to its bulbous juice-oozing head that just called on her own fully blossomed horniness.

“Fuck me, baby!” roared Claire as her body also reacted to the sight of her man and the excitement the three were sharing. Harrison did not need asking twice, quickly moving between his girlfriend’s legs and rubbing his rod along her wanting lips before slipping his pole between them. His penis easily slipped into the sodden kitty, its full length filling the tight tunnel, and Anna felt a moment of envy as she twisted herself to see around Claire’s body to watch the union. Her own hand continued to work away on the girl’s clitoris to escalate the youngster’s joy, as equally that of Anna, as the now heavily moving body of the girl was rubbing on her own jewel and the length of her son’s dick as it thrust in and out rubbed across her own knuckles.

All three of them were lost to the moment, and a united lust, Harrison especially losing an element of control as his eager ins and outs saw him slipping out from Claire’s pussy at times, and his aim on its eagerness to return not as focused as it could have been. This was more than apparent on the third miss. His wanton hunger to return saw him thrust back with no regard to accuracy, though he did not realise at first that his lust-held knob had quickly found a different home, that of his mother’s snatch. The sudden arrival and entrance of her son’s cock took Anna by surprise, but as much as she wanted and should have stopped him, the surge of pleasure bursting through her body kept her silent, apart from the mighty sigh it released. That alerted Claire above her, who waited, enjoying the defilement below her body before saying, “I think you missed baby.”

Without saying a word or showing any sign of shock, Anna’s son pulled away and found his girlfriend’s hungry hole once more. Disappointment flooded Anna, but it was also joined by a sense of relief as she knew it was for the best. Both feelings were soon chased away as her son once more found her accidental target in his uncontrolled lust. This time, Anna did not want it to stop and managed to wrap her legs around her son to stop him escaping. The guilt of enjoying this incestuous union passed as quickly as it had arisen, with her boy’s thick stick pushing her buttons like never before.

Claire had no intention to stop things either, climbing off Anna to watch and encourage her boyfriend as she fingered herself. “That’s it, baby! Fuck your mother’s cunt. Fuck her hard, she wants it; yes she wants your hard dick deep inside where you came from.”

Claire’s words only inflamed Anna further, as they did Harrison. His mother’s cries of, “Yes, fuck me, baby’ followed by, “Give me your incest-loaded seed,” only inspired his hunger to satisfy both their lusts. He had often thought of his mother and used her and especially her gorgeous tits as fuel for his self-pleasuring times and at this moment in time, he certainly had no desire to disappoint her or his chance to finally get hold of those eye-riveting boobs and her child-bearing hole. His hands gripped both tits as he pushed harder and deeper into his mother’s sex box, the moment of eruption closing in with every rampant push.

The organic cries of both were joined by those of Claire, especially once Anna stretched out her hand to pull the girl closer, and it found its way back to her beautiful pussy. Matching the rhythm of her son in her own body, Anna finger fucked the youngster, completing the glorious moment as three bodies came in an unbridled crescendo of ecstasy.

As rapid breaths and exhilarated bodies came back to earth, there was a mutual realisation as the three looked at each other smiling, there would be one thrilling change to their relationship forevermore. Let the adventures begin….