The day after, i found my mother and Debbie in bed together. Read: Mom and Debbie (Part 03)

The images of the two of them had been flashing through my mind all day, making it difficult to focus on my schoolwork.

But now I was just happy and excited because I would once again continue my journey into adulthood with Debbie.

John rang the doorbell and almost immediately Debbie opened, “hello dear” with a friendly smile, “your mum’s here too” she added immediately.

My heart sank immediately. This was not what I had hoped for.

Go and sit on the sofa and I’ll bring you something to drink.

“Hi, sweetheart, how was school?” Mum asked as I came in and sat down. “Good”, I replied shortly, not knowing whether to look at her. Did she know I knew? Was that why she was here?

There was an uncomfortable silence until Debbie came back in, and as soon as Debbie sat down next to me, my mum stood up. “I will go and let you go on with your things”, she said as she walked over to me and hugged me, which I awkwardly returned.

“Does she know?” I asked as soon as my mum closed the front door. “Yes,” Debbie replied shortly.

I looked down at the floor and said, “Sorry”.

Debbie placed her hand gently on my knee. “John, sweetie, there’s no need to apologize. Your mother and I had a long talk today. She knows you saw us, and she understands.”

I looked up, meeting Debbie’s eyes. They were warm and reassuring, but I still felt a knot in my stomach. “Is she… is she mad at me?”

Debbie shook her head, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Not at all. She liked the fact that you actually could get aroused by seeing her with me.”

Does she know about us? Debbie smiled, “Yes she does, in fact she was the one who asked me to take your virginity, she didn’t want it to happen in a toilet, when you were drunk and with an inexperienced girl”.

I felt my cheeks flush with heat as Debbie’s words sank in. My mother had orchestrated this whole arrangement. It was almost too much to process.

“Oh,” was all I could say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Debbie’s hand squeezed my knee gently. “I know it’s a lot to take in, John. But your mother loves you and only wants what’s best for you. She trusts me to guide you through this important stage of your life.”

I nodded slowly, still trying to wrap my head around it all. “So… what happens now? With us, I mean?”

Debbie’s ice-blue eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer. “Well, that’s entirely up to you, sweetheart. I would love to continue. I would also like to include your mom at some time.”

My jaw dropped. “But, but… it’s incest,” was all I said.

“You’re an adult”, “and of course, you don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel comfortable”… “But it can be very nice and exciting with two women at the same time, and as long as it’s just between the three of us, and nobody knows, it doesn’t have to be a big deal”. Debbie answered.

“But now it’s just you and me,” she said when she stood up, took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

As we entered Debbie’s bedroom, my mind still reeled from everything she had just revealed. The idea of being intimate with both her and my mother seemed surreal, almost taboo. Yet, I couldn’t deny how my body responded to the thought.

Debbie must have sensed my hesitation. She turned to face me, her hands gently cupping my face. “John, sweetheart, let’s not worry about all that right now. We’re here, just the two of us. What would you like to do?”

Her soft touch and soothing voice helped calm my nerves. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “I… I want to kiss you, if that’s okay,” I managed to say, my cheeks flushing.

A warm smile spread across Debbie’s face. “Of course it’s okay,” she murmured, leaning in.

Debbie’s lips met mine, soft and inviting. The familiar warmth of her kiss helped ease my racing thoughts, allowing me to focus on the present moment. As our mouths moved together, I felt her hands slide down to my shoulders, gently guiding me towards the bed.

We sank onto the plush mattress, our lips still connected. Debbie’s fingers tangled in my hair as she deepened the kiss, her tongue teasing mine. I let out a soft moan, my hands tentatively exploring the curves of her body.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Debbie murmured against my lips. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Her words encouraged me, and I grew bolder in my touches. My hands found the hem of her blouse, and I hesitated momentarily before slipping them underneath. Debbie’s skin was warm and soft beneath my fingertips.

As my hands explored the smooth skin of Debbie’s waist, she let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. The cool air on my bare chest sent a shiver down my spine.

“You’re doing wonderfully, John,” Debbie murmured, her eyes gazing into mine with warmth and desire. She guided my hands to the buttons of her blouse. “Why don’t you help me with this?”

My fingers trembled slightly as I worked to undo each button, revealing more of Debbie’s creamy skin. As the fabric fell away, I marvelled at the sight of her lacy bra, barely containing her ample breasts.

“May I…?” I asked hesitantly, my hands hovering just above her chest.

Debbie smiled encouragingly. “Of course, sweetheart. Go ahead and explore.”

I gently cupped her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra. Their soft weight in my hands sent a jolt of excitement through me. Debbie let out a contented hum, arching slightly into my touch.

Emboldened by her response, I leaned down to press a tentative kiss to the swell of her breast above the bra. Her perfume filled my senses as I trailed my lips along her skin.

“That feels wonderful,” Debbie murmured, her fingers running through my hair. “Would you like to take it off?”

I nodded eagerly, my hands moving to her back to fumble with the clasp. After a moment of awkward struggle, Debbie chuckled softly and reached back to help me, guiding my fingers to unhook her bra. As the garment fell away, I gasped softly at the sight of her bare breasts.

“Touch them,” Debbie encouraged gently, taking my hands and placing them on her soft mounds.

I cupped her breasts reverently, marvelling at their warmth and fullness. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing them to stiffen under my touch. Debbie let out a quiet moan of pleasure.

“That’s it, John,” she breathed. “You’re doing so well.”

Feeling more confident, I lowered my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth. The taste of her skin and the feeling of her nipple hardening against my tongue sent a jolt of arousal through me.

My breath caught as Debbie’s fingers started to unbutton my trousers. She smiled reassuringly at me as she slowly lowered the zipper. I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement course through me.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetie,” Debbie instructed gently.

I complied, allowing her to tug my trousers and boxers down in one smooth motion. My erection sprang free, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Debbie’s eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of me. “My, my,” she purred. “You seem to be ready, John.”

Her words helped ease my self-consciousness. Debbie stood, shimmying out of her skirt and panties. I couldn’t help but stare at her naked form, drinking in every curve and contour.

Debbie smiled warmly as she noticed my wide-eyed gaze. “It’s okay to look, John,” she said softly, running her hands down her curves. “Do you like what you see?”

I nodded eagerly, my voice barely above a whisper. “You’re beautiful.”

She climbed back onto the bed, her body hovering over mine. The feeling of her soft skin against mine sent shivers of pleasure through me. Debbie’s hand trailed down my chest, across my stomach, and finally wrapped gently around my erection.

I gasped at her touch, my hips instinctively bucking upwards. “Oh, Debbie,” I moaned.

“Shh, it’s alright,” she soothed, her thumb circling the sensitive head. “Just relax and enjoy the sensations.”

Her hand began to move, stroking me. Debbie’s expert touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. Her hand moved steadily, alternating between firm strokes and gentle caresses.

“That’s it, John,” Debbie murmured encouragingly. “Let yourself feel good.”

I opened my eyes to find her ice-blue gaze fixed on me, filled with warmth and desire. She leaned down to capture my lips in a deep kiss, swallowing my moans as her hand continued its ministrations.

“Debbie,” I gasped as we broke apart. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

She smiled softly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.”

Debbie shifted her position, straddling my thighs. I watched in awe as she slowly lowered herself onto me, enveloping me in her warm, wet heat. We both let out soft moans of pleasure as our bodies joined.

“Oh, John,” Debbie breathed, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily. “You feel wonderful.”

She began to move, rocking her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. The sensation was incredible. I gripped her hips, trying to anchor myself against the waves of pleasure washing over me.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Debbie encouraged, her voice husky with desire. “Just feel.”

I marvelled at the sight of her above me – her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her full breasts swaying gently with each movement. Her ice-blue eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, yet still focused intently on my face.

“You’re doing so well, John,” Debbie murmured, her hips maintaining their steady rhythm. “How does it feel?”

“Amazing,” I managed to gasp out.

Debbie smiled warmly, leaning down to capture my lips in another deep kiss. The change in angle sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned into her mouth. My hands roamed her back, relishing the feeling of her soft skin under my fingertips.

I nodded, my hands tentatively moving to cup Debbie’s breasts. She let out a soft moan of approval as I gently kneaded the soft flesh, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. Encouraged by her reaction, I grew bolder in my explorations, trailing my hands down her sides to grip her hips.

Debbie’s movements became more urgent, her breath coming in short gasps. “That’s it, John,” she panted.

I could feel the pressure building inside me, a delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter. “Debbie,” I gasped. “I’m close…” She nodded, “Me too”. “It’s okay, sweetie. Let go when you’re ready.”

Her words pushed me over the edge. With a loud groan, I released myself inside her.

I gripped Debbie’s hips tightly, pulling her down onto me as I climaxed. She cried out in ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching around me as she reached her peak.

For several long moments, we remained still, our bodies joined as we caught our breath. Debbie’s eyes gazed into mine, filled with warmth and affection. She leaned down to place a soft kiss on my lips.

“Wonderfull, John,” she murmured, stroking my cheek gently.

I felt a flush of pride at her words, along with a deep sense of contentment. Debbie carefully lifted herself off me and settled beside me on the bed, pulling me into her arms. I nestled against her, relishing the feeling of her soft skin against mine.

A comfortable silence settled over us as we lay in each other’s arms. Debbie’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my skin, sending pleasant tingles through my body. I felt more relaxed and at ease, than I had in a long time.

“How do you feel?” Debbie asked softly, her eyes searching mine.

“Amazing,” I replied honestly. “And… grateful. Thank you, Debbie.”

She smiled warmly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. “You’re very welcome, John. I’m glad I can be here for you like this.”

As the afterglow faded, my mind wandered back to everything Debbie had revealed earlier. I bit my lip, unsure how to broach the subject.

Debbie seemed to sense my inner turmoil. “What’s on your mind, sweetie?” she asked gently, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on my skin.

I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I… I’m just thinking about everything you told me earlier. About my mom, and… and the three of us.”

Debbie nodded, her expression understanding. “I know it’s a lot to process, John. What are you feeling about it?”

I furrowed my brow, struggling to put my jumbled emotions into words. “I’m not sure. Part of me is… curious, I guess. But another part feels like it’s wrong or that I shouldn’t want it.”

“That’s perfectly natural,” Debbie reassured me. “It’s normal to have mixed feelings before you try it.” Debbie winked while stroking my cheek.

“But I think I would like to try”, I heard myself say.

Debbie’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but a warm smile spread across her face. “I’m glad to hear you’re open to exploring, John. But there’s no rush. We can take things slowly, at whatever pace you’re comfortable with.”

I nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement at the prospect. “How… how would we even start?” I asked hesitantly.

“Don’t worry. We both will help you and once we start, everything will happen by itself,” Debbie murmured, kissing my forehead softly. “I’ll talk to your mum, and we’ll go from there.” “But now it’s time for a shower, then for you to go home.”

To be continued…

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