Menage a quatre 3

This is a sequel to “Menage a quatre” and “Menage a quatre 2” Please read them first.

Author’s note: At the end of “Menage a quatre 2” Ron told his mum “I think I’ll spend tomorrow night there.” He meant to say “I think I’ll spend tonight and tomorrow night there.”


I got to work a bit early. As soon as I sat down at my desk, Sandra came into my office and shut the door.

“Good morning Ron. We’ve all missed you. Did you miss us? How was your night with your mum? Are you coming home with me tonight?”

By then she was standing beside me. Before I could answer any of her questions she leaned over and kissed me. I returned her kiss enthusiastically and reached for her inner thigh under her short skirt. I was not surprised to discover that she wore no panties; very little about Sandra’s sexuality surprised me after the weekend that I had spent with her, her husband and his lover, Sandra’s sister.

I was surprised when Sandra pulled away from me as I tried to finger fuck her, but her next move was to bend forward to undo my belt and my jeans. My cock leapt out as soon as she unzipped me.

“Oh! No undies! Who’s a naughty boy? ”

“I was planning on coming to your place after work and somehow no undies seemed appropriate.”

The smile that was on Sandra’s face told me that she liked my answer.

“And your cock looks to be ready for me.”

“Well yes! It hasn’t been in you since Sunday. It misses you. I miss the excitement of being with you … all of you”

Sandra’s smile grew even broader. Then she hitched her skirt up around her waist, straddled my legs, and impaled herself on my pole.

“Ah! That feels so good.” I said.

I was holding Sandra’s hips and helping her to lift up and down. She was holding her hands over her mouth to muffle her moans. We didn’t want anyone rushing into my office to see what was happening. Even though I’d had sex with my mum last night and again this morning, I was ready to cum again in no time.

I tried to hold off by thinking about filling out a tax return or paying my bills, but knew that it was futile as that beautiful feeling built somewhere inside me. Just then I felt Sandra’s cunt muscles squeezing my dick and I finally let go what felt like an enormous load of cum. Sandra’s muffled scream told me that she too was experiencing the same magnificent release.

“Thank you, Sandra, I needed that.”

“Me too. Tell me about last night.”

Suddenly I felt severely embarrassed. Incest is such a strong taboo. Still, I reasoned, if I was thinking of becoming a permanent member of their foursome, then I had better come clean. If fucking my mum disqualified me in their eyes then it would be best to get it out in the open early in our relationship, rather than trying to hide it and then being found out later, when we had grown closer.

By now my cock had softened and slipped out of her cunt. She stood up, licked my cock clean, then stuffed it back into my jeans and zipped them up. Then she took a tissue from a box on my desk and pushed it inside her cunt.

“To catch the drips.” she explained.

She took another tissue and used it to wipe the moisture from her inner thighs. Then she sat back on my lap and kissed me. I took a deep breath and plunged into the story of my telling my mum about our weekend.

As I told of mum’s growing excitement as I described for her all the sex of the previous weekend, excitement that lead to our wanton behaviour, masturbating in front of each other, I was comforted by the fact that Sandra was still sitting on my lap holding me tight. Maybe she wouldn’t be as shocked as I feared? When I told her about mum taking me to bed with her Sandra started giving me little kisses on my face.

When I told her about mum climbing on top of me and fucking herself, I looked at her face, expecting to read consternation in her expression. Instead I saw that she looked happy with a twinkle in her eye.