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"Are you okay?" Amy asked. We lay in my bed together, a tangle of limbs and sheets. She had covertly spent the night, coming over via the oak tree between our houses. I was thankful my parents were detached and aloof. They didn't even bother coming to my side of the house anymore. While a locked door bought us some time if needed, I was glad I didn't need to rely on it.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Are you sure? After all, last night was pretty intense. Not just physically."
"No, I'm okay, I promise. I just want to make sure our relationship doesn't get affected in a bad way. I really like you, and I'm more interested in the long term than your mom's tits."
She smiled. "They are nice tits, though. I'd often wondered what they felt like. I'm just glad you're not horrified by my crazy family."
"Well, mine doesn't even shake hands, and can barely say hello, so everyone's different. I like yours better."
She laughed quietly. "Yeah, I'm glad yours are so clueless, it makes staying over easier. But I'd better get back," she said. "I'll see you soon."
"You too," I said.
"I love you," she added, kissing me. "I mean it."
"I love you, too," I said. "I'll see you in an hour or two."
I showered, already preferring Amy's family version of showering. I thought of the endless stream of dicks and cum that paraded through Susan's life. How had she spent all those years after her husband's death celibate? I didn't make sense. And then there was Amy. Perfect. In every way. Her competitiveness with her mother aside, she defied the rules of the universe. I grinned, thinking of her and already getting hard. We had just slept in the same bed, no sex, both of us enjoying being together.
I said hello to my parents, who asked how I was without listening to the reply. I could have said 'Oh, fine. I fucked Mrs. Shannon and Amy.' and they wouldn't have registered a word. I headed over to Amy's. It was Sunday and I wasn't painting, just spending the day with my girlfriend. A quick glance outside told me Susan had woken up and was probably upstairs. We had cleaned up dinner and put a blanket on her and left her to sleep. She may not remember everything, but she was sure to notice the giant load of cum dried on her body.
Amy was downstairs and greeted me with a kiss.
"Long time since we last kissed," I said.
"Too long," she said, her body pressed against me. Just then Susan came downstairs. She wore a tight tank top with nothing underneath, and some running shorts. The same outfit Amy wore. I saw a flash of jealousy flash across Amy's eyes and I quickly whispered, "remember, you are my girlfriend, you don't need to compete."
"I know," she said. "But I wear it better."
"You know you do," I said. She kissed me and beamed as her mother joined us.
"Hey," she said groggily. "I guess I fell asleep outside last night?"
"Yeah," Amy said casually. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Thanks for the blanket. It doesn't get that cold at night, and thank god we don't get mosquitos here. But," she paused, looking sheepish, "I am not sure how I ended up naked."
"The usual," Amy said with a laugh.
"Were you there?" Susan asked me. I nodded, and she blushed. Surely sure could guess what had happened. "This is why I rarely drink wine," she added.
She hugged Amy and headed to the kitchen. Amy took me by the hand and called out to her mom, "We're going to watch a movie, if you want to join us in the basement."
"Sure," Susan called back. "Go ahead and pick something out and I will join you."
"Do you think she remembers?" I asked Amy.
"Of course she does," Amy said. She woke up after I came back from your house. First thing she did was examine the dried cum, and then shower off outside. She's just pretending not to. Whenever she has a few glasses and then tells me something, she always does the 'what happened' routine. I think it makes it easier."
By the time Susan joined us we had already put a movie on and were waiting. As the movie started Amy dimmed the lights so that the screen was the main source of light in the room. It didn't take long for my hand to find Amy's thigh. I sat between them, and my other hand found Susan's. Either Susan couldn't see my other hand or chose not to care, because I spent the next few minutes slowly traveling up each woman's thigh, until I brushed up against the thin fabric of their running shorts. Both of them sat cross legged so I had easy access to their inner thighs. Like her daughter, Susan wore nothing underneath, and my slow march toward her labia had them already wet.
Amy leaned close for a second and whispered "take your time." Almost as soon as she moved back her mother leaned in and whispered "you made quite a mess last night."
I grinned as she sat back, and got to work. It took a great deal of concentration to gently play with each woman's public hair and swollen labia. I took my time, teasing them both with my fingers for a long time. I'd retreat, running my fingers through their increasingly damp pubic hair, or brushing their labia briefly, then back to their outer thighs. Amy would thrust forward imperceptibly when I was close, greedy for my contact. I obliged, and gently swept my fingers up and down her labia before concentrating my attention on her clit. On my right side I was alternating between rubbing Susan's clit or pressing my fingers around the entrance of her pussy, which was open slightly from arousal.
Soon both women gave up any pretense of watching the movie and were leaning back, enjoying themselves. Susan was fondling her breasts, but Amy gripped my thigh with one hand and was running her other hand along her other thigh. Both letting go of their inhibitions, they moaned or sighed audibly, occasionally muttering an "oh god" or two under their breath. Amy spread her legs wider, and was breathing heavily. She was close. I concentrated on her for a while, and soon she came, exhaling sharply and falling forward a bit as her orgasm overtook her. When it ended she pulled my hand out and sat back. I focuses on Susan, rubbing her clit rapidly until she too cried out, coming. Unlike Amy she kept my hand up her shorts for a second orgasm. When she was finished, Amy stood up, stretching.
"I'm going for a swim," she said, and stripped off her clothes. She pulled me off the couch, helping me out of the my clothes. My erect penis left a smeared streak of pre-cum on her stomach as she gave me a kiss. "Coming, mom?" "If I'm invited," Susan said, and stood up. She too stripped off her clothes and followed us up the stairs. We reached the pool and the women both jumped in. I joined them, and was instantly embraced by both, their breasts pressed against me. Susan then grabbed a float and lay on her back, her legs spread, as she lazily touched her pussy. It was still swollen with arousal.
"I can't believe you used to do that with your parents," I said.
"Oh, god, the things we did," Susan said.
"So you remember last night," Amy said tauntingly.
"I always remember," Susan said casually. "Sorry I borrowed your boyfriend last night," she said, sighing as she rubbed herself slowly.
"What about the other times?" Amy asked.
"Ah, you knew about those, huh? Well, I have to commend Henry, he put up a fight. Unless you were behind that, too, Amy."
"Just part of it," she said sheepishly. She clung to me in the water, and I ran my hands along her body gently, just enjoying the feel of her skin more than trying to get her off again.
"Did grandma ever find out about the other guys?" Amy asked after a while.
"Oh, no. Well, I bet she suspected, but no. My stepdad, your grandpa Charlie, he did, at least the neighbor, since I bet you know about that, too."
"That one was new, so were your cousins," Amy said.
"God, you must think I'm a slut," Susan said, still massaging her pussy and breast.
"I always have," Amy said mockingly, and they both laughed. "Still, your cousins?"
"Oh, god, yes. And they were eager boys, I'll tell you. They weren't like Henry, they didn't even try and resist. One of them just walked up to me in the hallway and whipped his dick out. He just looked at me with a grin and I sank to my knees."
"In the hallway?" I asked. "Weren't you worried about getting caught."
"Of course I was, so I had to work quickly," she said, pausing her manual stimulation. "In fact, he had just finished and I stood up when my uncle came around the corner. He gave us a look but said nothing. And that night I snuck into his room and sucked him off while my Aunt Marie was asleep."
"That was some reunion," Amy said.
"To be honest, I was glad we never had another one. By the time we left I had titfucked five, sucked eight, and jerked off three different relatives, multiple times each. It was a while before I recovered from that one!"
"Did Dad know?" Amy asked, biting her lip.
She stopped rubbing herself and sat up. "You mean about my past? Yes. And if you meant 'did you cheat on dad?', then no. He knew everything. And he was okay with it. In fact, the first time I told him about my stepdad, I felt him get hard, and went down on him. Sorry," she added.
"Oh, it's fine. You can tell me," Amy said. Amy was grinding against me slowly, enjoying the slow stimulation.
"And when I told him about my cousins, let's just say he arranged a trip into the woods the next weekend, and we replayed that first time. Your dad loved it. He even took a shower with me and your grandmother once."
"Whoa," Amy said.
Susan nodded. "After your grandpa Charlie died. Your dad joined us a few times. Mom could still take it, though, and your dad loved it. After he died, I couldn't share that with anyone else."
"So you never touched another man?" Amy prompted.
"Not until this week."
"That's a long time," Amy said.
"You have no idea," she said, slowly rubbing faster. Amy and I watched as she rubbed herself out on the float, sending small waves through the pool as she bucked her hips. When her orgasm ended, she sat up, her cheeks flush.
"You know," she added, "you were conceived during one of those showers with my mom." She waited for Amy's response. I could tell it was a challenge of some sort, daring Amy to be offended for that piece of personal information.
"Makes sense," Amy said with a shrug. "But I don't buy that you haven't touched a man since. All those years fucking anyone who came by, and you stop completely?"
Susan blushed. "Okay, okay, I'll come clean," she said.
"Not yet," I interrupted. Susan paused, and I swam over and took her by the hand. She slipped into the water and the followed me out of the pool with Amy. We led her upstairs to her room, all of us dripping wet, where Amy tossed a few towels at us. We dried off in silence and then I crawled on the bed, my dick erect and throbbing.
"I want you to crawl onto the bed and suck his dick," Amy said. "Like you did for your cousins, for dad, for grandpa."
She licked the head of my dick, her ass in the air. Amy stepped over to the dresser and retrieved the red dildo. It was an average size, but life like.
"And you got mad at me for using this?" she said, brandishing the dildo but immediately rubbing the head of it around her mother's pussy. Susan squirmed but paused from sucking my dick to sigh contentedly as Amy slowly slid it into her.
"You might want to know something about that dildo, and why I got so mad at you," Susan said, still slowly stroking me but looking over her shoulder at Amy. "It's a replica of your father's penis."
Amy looked in surprise by Susan grinned. "We made a mold of it shortly after we got married, and he ordered that for me as a present. I've worn the original out, since I've kept to myself, but I've had others made over the years. So you can understand why I might have been against you using it. I didn't want my daughter going down my path."
Amy thrust the dildo into her mother. "Well, here I am, fucking you with dad's dick," Amy said, "while you suck my boyfriend."
Susan said nothing, but turned to face me. Amy was fucking her with the dildo and the look on her face was pure joy. She returned to sucking my dick, moaning loudly as Amy pushed it deep inside her. The part about it being molded after her late husband explained a lot, and was a surprise to both Amy and me, but we carried on with our plan anyway. Amy fucked her mother hard, who seemed to take it easily as she bobbed up and down on my dick.
"Suck it," Amy said, clearly enjoying bossing her mother around. Susan came, moaning loudly, while Amy continued to fuck her hard with the dildo. Amy's hand was covered in her mother's wetness, and with each thrust she buried the dildo deep inside her mother. By the time Susan returned her attentions to my dick I was close. She took me deep in her mouth and I came, filling her with my semen. She swallowed some but most leaked out as it was too much for her. Her mouth opened and a torrent of cum spilled onto my dick as she moaned through a second orgasm.
I got up and she fell forward, the dildo sticking out halfway. She turned over and pulled it out, her pussy open and leaking. Amy crawled between her mom's legs and tentatively licked her swollen labia. I got behind Amy, my dick hard and covered in my come and her mom's saliva, and slowly slid into her. I was nowhere close to coming, and I fucked Amy hard while she went down on her mom. Susan came quickly, grabbing Amy's hair and clamping her legs around her. I kept thrusting through Amy's orgasms, my own far away still.
Both women came over and over, until finally I was close. I pulled out and Amy lay down next to Susan. I knelt over them, feeling like the most powerful man on earth, and came. Thick ropes of cum splattered on the two women, who writhed in delight until nothing dribbled out of me. I collapsed next to Amy, who lay between me and Susan, as we slowly fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of the shower running. Susan was gone, but Amy was still next to me. The red dildo was next to her, clearly used since I fell asleep.
"I didn't want to wake you," she said sheepishly. "But I got Mom off a few more times."
"It's okay," I said.
She picked up the dildo and examined it. "It's a little weird, knowing it's molded after my dad's."
"I can see why she got mad at you," I said.
"I guess so," she said with a laugh. She tossed it onto the bed. "I like yours better, though."
"I'm glad," I said.
"I hope you don't think I'm going to screw every guy in my sight," she said suddenly, her eyes serious. "I'm not like her."
"I know," I said.
"I mean, I guess I am like her, but not in that way." She said. "I mean, I love you and I love being with you, in every way. And it's fun, in a way, sharing it with her, but..."
"What about us?" I asked.
"The two of us?" Amy said.
"No, the three of us. I know where you and I stand."
"Hmmm," Amy thought. "Well, I won't lie, I don't like the idea of you fucking my mom, it makes me jealous. Unless I'm a part of it."
I sat up, and she did to. "But I like it when it's the two of us better," she said. "Still, I guess we could make her feel included for now. Eventually she'll need to find someone else, or several people, knowing her. But for now, if you don't mind satisfying us both..."
"I can make that sacrifice," I said.
She laughed, kissing me. "In that case, I hear the shower running."
"I'm fine," I said.
"Are you sure? After all, last night was pretty intense. Not just physically."
"No, I'm okay, I promise. I just want to make sure our relationship doesn't get affected in a bad way. I really like you, and I'm more interested in the long term than your mom's tits."
She smiled. "They are nice tits, though. I'd often wondered what they felt like. I'm just glad you're not horrified by my crazy family."
"Well, mine doesn't even shake hands, and can barely say hello, so everyone's different. I like yours better."
She laughed quietly. "Yeah, I'm glad yours are so clueless, it makes staying over easier. But I'd better get back," she said. "I'll see you soon."
"You too," I said.
"I love you," she added, kissing me. "I mean it."
"I love you, too," I said. "I'll see you in an hour or two."
I showered, already preferring Amy's family version of showering. I thought of the endless stream of dicks and cum that paraded through Susan's life. How had she spent all those years after her husband's death celibate? I didn't make sense. And then there was Amy. Perfect. In every way. Her competitiveness with her mother aside, she defied the rules of the universe. I grinned, thinking of her and already getting hard. We had just slept in the same bed, no sex, both of us enjoying being together.
I said hello to my parents, who asked how I was without listening to the reply. I could have said 'Oh, fine. I fucked Mrs. Shannon and Amy.' and they wouldn't have registered a word. I headed over to Amy's. It was Sunday and I wasn't painting, just spending the day with my girlfriend. A quick glance outside told me Susan had woken up and was probably upstairs. We had cleaned up dinner and put a blanket on her and left her to sleep. She may not remember everything, but she was sure to notice the giant load of cum dried on her body.
Amy was downstairs and greeted me with a kiss.
"Long time since we last kissed," I said.
"Too long," she said, her body pressed against me. Just then Susan came downstairs. She wore a tight tank top with nothing underneath, and some running shorts. The same outfit Amy wore. I saw a flash of jealousy flash across Amy's eyes and I quickly whispered, "remember, you are my girlfriend, you don't need to compete."
"I know," she said. "But I wear it better."
"You know you do," I said. She kissed me and beamed as her mother joined us.
"Hey," she said groggily. "I guess I fell asleep outside last night?"
"Yeah," Amy said casually. "I didn't want to wake you."
"Thanks for the blanket. It doesn't get that cold at night, and thank god we don't get mosquitos here. But," she paused, looking sheepish, "I am not sure how I ended up naked."
"The usual," Amy said with a laugh.
"Were you there?" Susan asked me. I nodded, and she blushed. Surely sure could guess what had happened. "This is why I rarely drink wine," she added.
She hugged Amy and headed to the kitchen. Amy took me by the hand and called out to her mom, "We're going to watch a movie, if you want to join us in the basement."
"Sure," Susan called back. "Go ahead and pick something out and I will join you."
"Do you think she remembers?" I asked Amy.
"Of course she does," Amy said. She woke up after I came back from your house. First thing she did was examine the dried cum, and then shower off outside. She's just pretending not to. Whenever she has a few glasses and then tells me something, she always does the 'what happened' routine. I think it makes it easier."
By the time Susan joined us we had already put a movie on and were waiting. As the movie started Amy dimmed the lights so that the screen was the main source of light in the room. It didn't take long for my hand to find Amy's thigh. I sat between them, and my other hand found Susan's. Either Susan couldn't see my other hand or chose not to care, because I spent the next few minutes slowly traveling up each woman's thigh, until I brushed up against the thin fabric of their running shorts. Both of them sat cross legged so I had easy access to their inner thighs. Like her daughter, Susan wore nothing underneath, and my slow march toward her labia had them already wet.
Amy leaned close for a second and whispered "take your time." Almost as soon as she moved back her mother leaned in and whispered "you made quite a mess last night."
I grinned as she sat back, and got to work. It took a great deal of concentration to gently play with each woman's public hair and swollen labia. I took my time, teasing them both with my fingers for a long time. I'd retreat, running my fingers through their increasingly damp pubic hair, or brushing their labia briefly, then back to their outer thighs. Amy would thrust forward imperceptibly when I was close, greedy for my contact. I obliged, and gently swept my fingers up and down her labia before concentrating my attention on her clit. On my right side I was alternating between rubbing Susan's clit or pressing my fingers around the entrance of her pussy, which was open slightly from arousal.
Soon both women gave up any pretense of watching the movie and were leaning back, enjoying themselves. Susan was fondling her breasts, but Amy gripped my thigh with one hand and was running her other hand along her other thigh. Both letting go of their inhibitions, they moaned or sighed audibly, occasionally muttering an "oh god" or two under their breath. Amy spread her legs wider, and was breathing heavily. She was close. I concentrated on her for a while, and soon she came, exhaling sharply and falling forward a bit as her orgasm overtook her. When it ended she pulled my hand out and sat back. I focuses on Susan, rubbing her clit rapidly until she too cried out, coming. Unlike Amy she kept my hand up her shorts for a second orgasm. When she was finished, Amy stood up, stretching.
"I'm going for a swim," she said, and stripped off her clothes. She pulled me off the couch, helping me out of the my clothes. My erect penis left a smeared streak of pre-cum on her stomach as she gave me a kiss. "Coming, mom?" "If I'm invited," Susan said, and stood up. She too stripped off her clothes and followed us up the stairs. We reached the pool and the women both jumped in. I joined them, and was instantly embraced by both, their breasts pressed against me. Susan then grabbed a float and lay on her back, her legs spread, as she lazily touched her pussy. It was still swollen with arousal.
"I can't believe you used to do that with your parents," I said.
"Oh, god, the things we did," Susan said.
"So you remember last night," Amy said tauntingly.
"I always remember," Susan said casually. "Sorry I borrowed your boyfriend last night," she said, sighing as she rubbed herself slowly.
"What about the other times?" Amy asked.
"Ah, you knew about those, huh? Well, I have to commend Henry, he put up a fight. Unless you were behind that, too, Amy."
"Just part of it," she said sheepishly. She clung to me in the water, and I ran my hands along her body gently, just enjoying the feel of her skin more than trying to get her off again.
"Did grandma ever find out about the other guys?" Amy asked after a while.
"Oh, no. Well, I bet she suspected, but no. My stepdad, your grandpa Charlie, he did, at least the neighbor, since I bet you know about that, too."
"That one was new, so were your cousins," Amy said.
"God, you must think I'm a slut," Susan said, still massaging her pussy and breast.
"I always have," Amy said mockingly, and they both laughed. "Still, your cousins?"
"Oh, god, yes. And they were eager boys, I'll tell you. They weren't like Henry, they didn't even try and resist. One of them just walked up to me in the hallway and whipped his dick out. He just looked at me with a grin and I sank to my knees."
"In the hallway?" I asked. "Weren't you worried about getting caught."
"Of course I was, so I had to work quickly," she said, pausing her manual stimulation. "In fact, he had just finished and I stood up when my uncle came around the corner. He gave us a look but said nothing. And that night I snuck into his room and sucked him off while my Aunt Marie was asleep."
"That was some reunion," Amy said.
"To be honest, I was glad we never had another one. By the time we left I had titfucked five, sucked eight, and jerked off three different relatives, multiple times each. It was a while before I recovered from that one!"
"Did Dad know?" Amy asked, biting her lip.
She stopped rubbing herself and sat up. "You mean about my past? Yes. And if you meant 'did you cheat on dad?', then no. He knew everything. And he was okay with it. In fact, the first time I told him about my stepdad, I felt him get hard, and went down on him. Sorry," she added.
"Oh, it's fine. You can tell me," Amy said. Amy was grinding against me slowly, enjoying the slow stimulation.
"And when I told him about my cousins, let's just say he arranged a trip into the woods the next weekend, and we replayed that first time. Your dad loved it. He even took a shower with me and your grandmother once."
"Whoa," Amy said.
Susan nodded. "After your grandpa Charlie died. Your dad joined us a few times. Mom could still take it, though, and your dad loved it. After he died, I couldn't share that with anyone else."
"So you never touched another man?" Amy prompted.
"Not until this week."
"That's a long time," Amy said.
"You have no idea," she said, slowly rubbing faster. Amy and I watched as she rubbed herself out on the float, sending small waves through the pool as she bucked her hips. When her orgasm ended, she sat up, her cheeks flush.
"You know," she added, "you were conceived during one of those showers with my mom." She waited for Amy's response. I could tell it was a challenge of some sort, daring Amy to be offended for that piece of personal information.
"Makes sense," Amy said with a shrug. "But I don't buy that you haven't touched a man since. All those years fucking anyone who came by, and you stop completely?"
Susan blushed. "Okay, okay, I'll come clean," she said.
"Not yet," I interrupted. Susan paused, and I swam over and took her by the hand. She slipped into the water and the followed me out of the pool with Amy. We led her upstairs to her room, all of us dripping wet, where Amy tossed a few towels at us. We dried off in silence and then I crawled on the bed, my dick erect and throbbing.
"I want you to crawl onto the bed and suck his dick," Amy said. "Like you did for your cousins, for dad, for grandpa."
She licked the head of my dick, her ass in the air. Amy stepped over to the dresser and retrieved the red dildo. It was an average size, but life like.
"And you got mad at me for using this?" she said, brandishing the dildo but immediately rubbing the head of it around her mother's pussy. Susan squirmed but paused from sucking my dick to sigh contentedly as Amy slowly slid it into her.
"You might want to know something about that dildo, and why I got so mad at you," Susan said, still slowly stroking me but looking over her shoulder at Amy. "It's a replica of your father's penis."
Amy looked in surprise by Susan grinned. "We made a mold of it shortly after we got married, and he ordered that for me as a present. I've worn the original out, since I've kept to myself, but I've had others made over the years. So you can understand why I might have been against you using it. I didn't want my daughter going down my path."
Amy thrust the dildo into her mother. "Well, here I am, fucking you with dad's dick," Amy said, "while you suck my boyfriend."
Susan said nothing, but turned to face me. Amy was fucking her with the dildo and the look on her face was pure joy. She returned to sucking my dick, moaning loudly as Amy pushed it deep inside her. The part about it being molded after her late husband explained a lot, and was a surprise to both Amy and me, but we carried on with our plan anyway. Amy fucked her mother hard, who seemed to take it easily as she bobbed up and down on my dick.
"Suck it," Amy said, clearly enjoying bossing her mother around. Susan came, moaning loudly, while Amy continued to fuck her hard with the dildo. Amy's hand was covered in her mother's wetness, and with each thrust she buried the dildo deep inside her mother. By the time Susan returned her attentions to my dick I was close. She took me deep in her mouth and I came, filling her with my semen. She swallowed some but most leaked out as it was too much for her. Her mouth opened and a torrent of cum spilled onto my dick as she moaned through a second orgasm.
I got up and she fell forward, the dildo sticking out halfway. She turned over and pulled it out, her pussy open and leaking. Amy crawled between her mom's legs and tentatively licked her swollen labia. I got behind Amy, my dick hard and covered in my come and her mom's saliva, and slowly slid into her. I was nowhere close to coming, and I fucked Amy hard while she went down on her mom. Susan came quickly, grabbing Amy's hair and clamping her legs around her. I kept thrusting through Amy's orgasms, my own far away still.
Both women came over and over, until finally I was close. I pulled out and Amy lay down next to Susan. I knelt over them, feeling like the most powerful man on earth, and came. Thick ropes of cum splattered on the two women, who writhed in delight until nothing dribbled out of me. I collapsed next to Amy, who lay between me and Susan, as we slowly fell asleep.
I woke to the sound of the shower running. Susan was gone, but Amy was still next to me. The red dildo was next to her, clearly used since I fell asleep.
"I didn't want to wake you," she said sheepishly. "But I got Mom off a few more times."
"It's okay," I said.
She picked up the dildo and examined it. "It's a little weird, knowing it's molded after my dad's."
"I can see why she got mad at you," I said.
"I guess so," she said with a laugh. She tossed it onto the bed. "I like yours better, though."
"I'm glad," I said.
"I hope you don't think I'm going to screw every guy in my sight," she said suddenly, her eyes serious. "I'm not like her."
"I know," I said.
"I mean, I guess I am like her, but not in that way." She said. "I mean, I love you and I love being with you, in every way. And it's fun, in a way, sharing it with her, but..."
"What about us?" I asked.
"The two of us?" Amy said.
"No, the three of us. I know where you and I stand."
"Hmmm," Amy thought. "Well, I won't lie, I don't like the idea of you fucking my mom, it makes me jealous. Unless I'm a part of it."
I sat up, and she did to. "But I like it when it's the two of us better," she said. "Still, I guess we could make her feel included for now. Eventually she'll need to find someone else, or several people, knowing her. But for now, if you don't mind satisfying us both..."
"I can make that sacrifice," I said.
She laughed, kissing me. "In that case, I hear the shower running."
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