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Mom And I: A True StoryChapter 7 free porn video
The idea of a threesome including another man was around for sometime. Main obstacle was mom's understandable concern in the possible unfolding results from a bad choice. As an attorney Anne tend to deeply analyze all aspects of a decision. She was afraid of the negative repercussion to her career and even to me as her son. In several occasions we discuss the subject but never came to a safe solution. A had even put it aside since I notice that it somewhat bothered mom.
The opportunity showed up in very unexpected way such use to happens in this kind of matter. At the summer break before my graduation I decided to take a three-week class on finances for non-finance executives that would take place at my college.
Among almost fifty attendants I start a relationship with a guy, more or less of my age, from a small city in another state. He was tall, very well build and very sympathetic. Our empathy was immediate; he was very naïve, a typical guy from a small city that was visiting a large city for the first time.
One day after the class he begun to ask about girls, places were he could meet some chicks and things like that. It was when I had the clue: why not him? He was the 'perfect candidate', in a couple of days more he would be living, if mom agreed I was sure that we could have a lot of fun together. I didn't mention anything to him just giving generic information on the hot spots.
At night I mentioned the subject to mom, she asked many questions but as much as we talked she seemed to get enthusiastic about the idea.
'Sure you don't see any risk?' She asked.
'Not at all, I think the he is the ideal candidate, is a nice guy, healthy, good appearance and on top of all he is from a distant city, after the day he departs, for him, it will be only a great story to tell to his friends at the Saturday night meetings!'
'If you feel comfortable it is Ok with me as well... ' After the decision we took a lot of time planning 'the operation' in all details: the way I would approach the subject, how take him to our place, when it should take place, etc, etc. We decided that the date should be the last Friday before the ending of the seminar. After that we went to bed for another exciting sex session.
At the next day a put the plan in action: in a very casual way I mentioned about a forty year old woman that liked to have sex with young studs. It immediately caught his attention and he start raising questions about that woman, things like if I already have had sex with her, how was she, etc. I had prepared a pretty convincing story: I had meet her sometime ago in a gas station and she had invited me to visit her. He immediately asked if I could introduce him that that woman. I made some mystery saying that I didn't know, I needed to call her and ask if she was willing to meet him.
Next day at the class he eagerly asked if I had called her. As part of the plan I told that I had called several times without answer. May be the mysterious lady was traveling. In the in-between after the class I told in details what have happened during the several occasions we had been together. The day after was the same thing: she wasn't at home. He clearly expressed his disappointment mixed with some incredulity; perhaps I was cheating him with a fantastic story.
Another day, before the beginning of classes I, with a large smile, invited him to join me after the class. He started asking for details and in a mysterious way I said he must be patient and wait for the unfolding. After the class I took him in my car to a sidewalk café. Another frustration for him, for sure he expected me to take him to see Beth such as I was naming mom. We were silently sipping some beer when I suddenly stood up.
'Walther, I want to introduce you Beth... ' He seemed to be in the verge of a heart attack when he saw mom, wearing a light sleeveless summer dress and smiling to him.
'Hi Walther, I was curious about you, Mark spent hours last night talking wonder things about his new friend.' She said kissing him lightly in the face and taking a seat. I would say that the first quarter of an hour he was mute, staring on her with an astonished face and just mumbling answers to her questions. She stayed with us for about one hour. During the whole time she exercised all her charm on him, raising questions and slightly tapping on his arms or hands.
'Well guys, I need to leave. Walther, it was really a pleasure to meet you. Mark give me a call tonight.' She said standing up and leaving.
'What happened?' He asked. The poor guy was the image of the deepest frustration.
' What do you mean?' I answered pretending not understood his question.
' Why did she left so hurriedly? It seems that there was something wrong!'
'Easy man, she just came here to know you.'
'And... '
'You heard what she said. I will call her tonight and to know her opinion.' We silently ended our beers and I drop him back at the college's dorm.
I must say that I was curious about mom's evaluation on Walther, if she didn't like him it would be a huge disappointment for the poor guy. Fortunately Anne had a good impression on him and was excited about the idea of a threesome with her own son and the sympathetic hillbilly. We exchange a few ideas on how it would be, she told about a nice orgy she was involved right after her divorce and of course we wrapped up the night with an exciting fucking session.
Next day I intentionally was the last one to take my seat at classroom. Walther looked at me with a face that expressed all his anguish and I do believe that those were the worst minutes of his life! At the break he virtually jumped over me.
'And, how was it with Beth? Did you call her?'
'Tonight I will pick you at 9:00." It was all I said.
'Did she... did she agree?' He asked again seeming to don't believe in his good luck.
'Yes, she liked you. Just remember that is a threesome.'
'You mean, at the same time?' I couldn't hold myself and laughed loudly.
'Oh yes! What is wrong with?'
'Nothing... I just thinking that... may be... '
'Listen kiddo, if this is they way she wants, it's the way it must be. You don't need to be concerned; there is no homo sex involved, it's not my business. Anyway there is still time to back off. Just let me know.'
'No! No! I was just trying to understand. You know, I'm from a small city, and this kind of stuff is not common there.' I believe that he was really concerned about any possible homosexual relation and felt more comfortable after my statement.
At 9:00 I picked Walther at the dorm and according to our plan I drove in circles for several minutes. The idea was to make hard to Walther to recognize the way from the dorm to our place. At night, even taken the shortest way would be difficult to a foreigner to identify it, but anyway it was just an additional preventative measure.
'Are you OK?' I asked. He was noticeable uneasy, seating stiff and silent.
'Don't worry, I'm OK!' He whispered. He looked clearly apprehensive such as he had changed his mind. I parked the car in a side street nearby our building. The porter left at 6:00PM so I press the communicator and Anne opened the front door for us. In the elevator I could better look to Walther, his face was pale, the eyes glazed. I was afraid he would change his mind.
So I remembered a fact that scared me: we had several photos in frames over a chest in a corner of the living room. Pictures of mom and I, my brother and sister, and many other family mementos! My God! If Walther saw them would be the end of our masquerade and I would be in a very bad position towards my schoolmates. When Mom opened the door I looked over her shoulder directly on the chest. For my relief all photos have been removed! Thank God she remembered about them!
I was some sort of disappointed with her dressing. I was expecting something sexy, may be a shorter skirt but she was wearing a just above the knees shirtdress, long sleeves in a dark color crepe-de-chine fabrics paired with a high heel strapped sandals. The only sexy touch was the three upper buttons unbuttoned, showing a substantial piece of her cleavage. She looked more as a housewife dressed for a family party than a woman in the verge of being involved in a sexual orgy.
Only lampshades providing an environment favorable for intimacies lighted the living room. We sat in couch, mom between us. Over the coffee table there was a bottle of scotch, another of white wine (mom's favorite drink), an ice bucket and some snacks. After asking what we wanted to drink, Walther opted for a scotch, mom and I pick some wine, mom turned to Walther, both legs on the seat, an arm over the seatback.
'So Walther, tell a little bit more about you. Mark told a bunch of good things about you, it seems that you guys are good friends.' Mom was using a combination of her woman's charm and her expertise as an attorney to make the guy ease. Indeed it worked since in few minutes later they were talking like old friends. I was getting eager for some action and in spite of his easiness Walther was not taking any action. Slowly I begun to caress mom butt, she perceived my intention and crossed the legs, the shirtdress was flare enough to allow me to introduce a hand under the hem and slide it up to her butt. She wasn't wearing panties! My action wasn't unnoted by Walther that at the moment had the eyes nailed in the substantial piece of thigh mom was exposing. She followed talking such as nothing different was taking place. Only her voice became a little hoarse and she lightly panted. With her butt then fully exposed my hand slithered down into her ass crack. When I touched her pussy it was soaked, a clear demonstration of the level of her arousal.
I decided to change the focus of my attention and inserting the hands under her armpits I begun to unbutton the dress. Quickly her nice tits were fully exposed, mom decided to give a help and unbuttoned the remaining buttons. With a fast movement she got rid of the dress. Walther' eyes seemed to be in the verge of popping out of its orbits.
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