As I made my way back home, I sincerely hoped my mom wouldn’t be awake. After what Debbie had shared with me, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to meet her gaze. (read Debbie: For what was to come part 04)

The porch light was off when I reached our house, which was a good sign. I eased the front door open, wincing at every creak. The living room was dark and quiet. So far, so good.

I tiptoed too the stairs, my heart pounding. Just as I reached the first step I froze, I heard a low moan from my mother’s bedroom. Quietly I crept up and listened, and sure enough, her moans could be heard clearly now.

After what I had seen the day before and what Debbie had said, I looked at my mother with different eyes now

My mind raced, torn between curiosity and the urge to flee. The sounds coming from her room were unmistakable, and I felt a confusing mix of embarrassment and… something else. After a moment’s hesitation, I found myself inching closer to her partially open door.

Through the gap, I could make out my mother’s silhouette in the dim light. She was alone, writhing on the bed, one hand between her legs while the other grasped at her breast. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist, and I caught glimpses of bare skin as she moved.

I knew I should leave, that this was a private moment I had no right to witness. But Debbie’s words echoed in my head, about how natural and beautiful this all was. I found myself transfixed, seeing my mother as a woman for perhaps the first time.

Her movements grew more frantic, her breathing more ragged. I watched, mesmerized, as she arched her back and let out a long, low moan. Her body shuddered, and then she collapsed back onto the bed, panting softly.

I stood there for a moment, frozen, my own breath caught in my throat. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, I realized what I had just witnessed. A wave of guilt washed over me. This was my mother, and I had intruded on an intensely private moment.

Silently, I backed away from the door and retreated to my own room. My mind was reeling as I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. The image of my mother in the throes of passion was seared into my brain, impossible to unsee.

I sank onto my bed, my emotions a confusing jumble. Part of me felt ashamed for spying on my own mother, but another part felt strangely awakened. I thought of Debbie’s lessons, her encouragement to explore and embrace my sexuality. Was this what she meant?

Sleep eluded me that night. I tossed and turned, replaying the scene in my mind. When I finally drifted off, my dreams were a chaotic mix of images – Debbie’s knowing smile, my mother’s arching back, flashes of skin and whispered encouragements.

The next morning, I stumbled bleary-eyed into the kitchen. Mom was there, “Good morning” She said in an unsteady voice, we sat down to eat breakfast before I went to school, we were both quiet and it felt very awkward.

After a while mum broke the silence “Debbie has invited us over tonight at 8”.

Slowly I looked up and met mum’s face ‘sorry’ I said.

Mom’s eyes widened slightly. “Sorry? What for, honey?”

I felt my cheeks burning as I stammered, “I saw you and Debbie, and I… I saw you last night. I didn’t mean to, I swear. I was just coming home and…”

Mom’s face flushed crimson. She looked down at her plate, pushing her eggs around with her fork. “I know.”

The silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. I wanted to disappear into my chair.

Finally, Mom took a deep breath and looked up at me. “John, there’s nothing to be sorry about. Mom reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

Then she looked down at the table, “Debbie called me this morning, and told me that you now know that I know, and she also told me that she had suggested to you about the three of us”. Then with a lower voice asked me “are you ok to do it with me and Debbie?”

I felt my face flush even hotter at Mom’s words. My mind reeled, trying to process what she was saying. The idea of being intimate with both her and Debbie was overwhelming, exciting, and terrifying all at once.

“I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you really okay with that? With me?”

Mom squeezed my hand again, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of tenderness and something else – desire? “Honey, I know this is a lot to take in. But Debbie and I have talked about this. We both care about you so much, and we want to help you explore and learn in a safe, loving environment.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “But you’re my mom,” I protested weakly, even as part of me thrilled at the possibility.

Mom leaned in closer, her voice soft but firm. “I’m a woman first, John. And you’re becoming a man. What Debbie and I want to share with you… it’s natural. Beautiful.” Her fingers traced gentle patterns on my hand. “But only if you’re comfortable. We would never pressure you.”

I felt a shiver run through me at her touch. My mind was spinning, torn between ingrained taboos and the undeniable arousal building within me. “I… I think I want to,” I admitted, barely able to meet her gaze. “But I’m scared.”

Mom smiled warmly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll take things slow. Tonight at Debbie’s, we can just talk. See how you feel.” She stood up, coming around the table to press a kiss to my forehead. “Whatever happens, I love you. Nothing will change that.”

“Ok John, I’m going to do some shopping, I’ll see you after school”, and started walking towards the door, when she got to the door she turned round, looked for a second before saying “don’t worry John, we’ll take it easy, and you can stop it at any time if you want” then she was out and I heard the car start.

At school, time passed quickly, not because I thought it was fun, but because my mind was already on Debbie and Mum.

I was excited, the thought of having sex with Debbie, but also that it would be something new and at the same time forbidden made me very dizzy

As the last hour of school drew to a close, I was absolutely sure that I wanted this, and hurried home.

Once home, I met my mum in her tight leather pants and a white tight jumper that accentuated her perfect body.

Shyly, I looked at her and said I wanted to go to Debbie’s.

Mum looked at me and smiled, “are you sure” she asked

I nodded, my heart racing. “I’m sure,” I said softly.

Mom smiled warmly and pulled me into a gentle hug. I breathed in her familiar scent, finding comfort in her embrace even as a new tension crackled between us.

“Okay, honey, take a shower” she murmured. “Then let’s head over.”

The short walk to Debbie’s house felt surreal. Mom’s hand rested lightly on my lower back, guiding me forward. When we reached Debbie’s door, I hesitated for just a moment before knocking.

Debbie answered quickly, as if she’d been waiting for us. Her ice-blue eyes sparkled as she took us in. “Come in, you two,” she purred, ushering us inside.

The living room was dimly lit with candles, soft music playing in the background. Debbie led us to the couch, gesturing for us to sit. I perched nervously on the edge, hyper-aware of Mom’s presence beside me.

Debbie settled into an armchair across from us, crossing her legs elegantly. “So, John,” she began, her voice warm and soothing, “how are you feeling about all this?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “Nervous,” I admitted. “But… excited too, I think.”

Mom’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. “It’s okay to be nervous, honey,” she murmured.

Debbie nodded, her expression understanding. “That’s perfectly natural, John. We’re going to take things nice and slow, okay? Nothing has to happen that you’re not comfortable with.”

I felt some of the tension leave my body at her reassuring words.

Debbie stood up gracefully and moved to sit on my other side. The couch suddenly felt very small with the three of us on it.

“Why don’t we start with just some touching?” Debbie suggested softly. “Nothing too intense. Just getting used to each other.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Debbie’s hand came to rest on my thigh, her touch light but electric. On my other side, Mom shifted closer, her arm wrapping around my shoulders.

“Is this okay?” Mom whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

“Y-yes,” I managed to stammer out.

Debbie’s hand began to gently stroke my thigh, sending tingles through my body. “Just relax, John,” she murmured soothingly. “Focus on how it feels.”

I tried to do as she said, closing my eyes and letting the sensations wash over me. Mom’s fingers were tracing patterns on my shoulder, while Debbie’s hand inched higher on my leg. My breath quickened as arousal built within me.

“You’re doing so well, honey,” Mom whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. The intimate gesture made me shiver.

Debbie’s other hand came up to cup my face, turning me towards her. “May I kiss you, John?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine.

I nodded, my heart pounding. Debbie leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a gentle, exploratory kiss.

As Debbie’s soft lips pressed against mine, I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. Her kiss was tender yet confident, guiding me gently. I responded hesitantly at first, then with growing enthusiasm as the sensations overwhelmed me.

Mom’s hand continued to caress my shoulder, her touch a comforting anchor as I explored this new territory. I could feel the heat of her body pressed against my side, adding to the intoxicating mix of sensations.

Debbie deepened the kiss, her tongue teasing at my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, allowing her to deepen our connection. Her hand on my thigh inched higher, sending shivers of anticipation through me.

“That’s it, sweetie,” Mom murmured encouragingly. “Just let yourself feel.”

I felt Mom’s lips brush against my neck, placing feather-light kisses along my neck.

Debbie broke the kiss, “lets take this to the bedroom” she said with a hoarse voice.

I nodded wordlessly, my head spinning as Debbie took my hand and gently pulled me to my feet. Mom followed close behind as we made our way to Debbie’s bedroom. The large bed seemed to dominate the room, and I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach.

“Why don’t you lie down in the middle, John?” Debbie suggested softly.

I did as she asked, settling onto the plush comforter. Mom and Debbie positioned themselves on either side of me, their warm bodies pressing against mine.

“We’re going to take things slow,” Mom reassured me, her fingers stroking through my hair. “Just tell us if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Debbie’s hand returned to my thigh, kneading gently as she leaned in to kiss me again. This time, I responded more confidently, meeting her lips with growing desire. Her tongue teased at mine as her hand inched higher, brushing tantalizingly close to my growing arousal.

On my other side, Mom’s lips found my neck again, trailing soft kisses along my skin. Her hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, caressing my stomach and chest. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and I let out a low moan.

“That’s it, honey,” Mom whispered encouragingly. “Just relax and enjoy.”

Debbie broke our kiss, her eyes dark with desire. “Can we take your shirt off, John?” she asked softly.

I nodded, lifting my arms as the two women gently tugged my shirt over my head. Their hands roamed over my newly exposed skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Debbie’s fingers traced the contours of my chest while Mom’s hand slid down to my stomach, dipping teasingly below my waistband.

“You’re so handsome,” Debbie murmured, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone.

Mom hummed in agreement, her lips finding my earlobe. “My beautiful boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

I shivered at their words and touches, feeling myself hardening further in my jeans. Debbie’s hand brushed against my arousal, making me gasp.

“Is this okay?” she asked softly, her palm pressing more firmly against me.

I nodded, my breath catching as Debbie’s hand gently squeezed my hardness through my jeans. Mom’s fingers traced along my waistband, teasing at the button.

“Can we take these off, sweetheart?” she asked softly.

I swallowed hard and nodded again. Mom deftly unfastened my jeans as Debbie helped me lift my hips. Together, they slid my pants down and off, leaving me in just my boxers. I felt exposed and vulnerable, but their gentle touches and murmured encouragements helped ease my nerves.

Debbie’s hand returned to my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on my bare skin. Mom’s palm rested on my stomach, her thumb rubbing soothing circles.

“You’re doing so well, John,” Debbie murmured, her fingers inching higher on my thigh. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Mom’s hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing against the waistband of my boxers. “Is this alright, honey?” she asked softly.

I nodded, my breath catching as her hand dipped beneath the fabric. Her fingers wrapped gently around my hard length, and I let out a low moan at the contact.

“That’s it,” Mom encouraged, beginning to stroke me slowly. “Just feel, sweetheart.”

Debbie leaned in to capture my lips again, swallowing my gasps as Mom’s hand moved on me. Her tongue teased at mine as her own hand joined Mom’s, caressing my thighs and lower stomach.

I was lost in a haze of sensation, overwhelmed by the dual stimulation from Mom and Debbie. Mom’s hand moved steadily on my length, her strokes confident and practiced. Debbie’s fingers traced teasing patterns along my inner thighs, occasionally brushing against my most sensitive areas.

“How does that feel, honey?” Mom murmured, her lips close to my ear.

“G-good,” I managed to gasp out. “So good.”

Debbie broke our kiss, smiling down at me. “I think it’s time we got a little more comfortable too, don’t you?” she purred, while looking on mom.

“John, only stay here and look, and touch your self if you want.”

There I was lying naked on the bed with my cock rock hard, while mum and Debbie stood in front of the bed and started kissing while helping each other with their clothes.

I watched, mesmerized, as Mom and Debbie’s hands roamed over each other’s bodies. They kissed deeply, their movements slow and sensual as they undressed one another. Mom’s fingers deftly unzipped Debbie’s dress, letting it pool at her feet. Debbie’s hands slipped under Mom’s sweater, lifting it over her head to reveal her lacy bra beneath.

My breath caught in my throat as more of their skin was revealed. Debbie’s curves were even more enticing without clothes, her full breasts spilling out of her bra. Mom’s body was familiar yet new to me in this context, her toned stomach and long legs making my mouth go dry.

They continued to kiss and caress each other, their hands exploring newly exposed skin. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Debbie unclasped Sue’s bra, letting it fall away

Mom’s breasts were revealed, full and perky despite her age. Debbie cupped them gently, thumbs brushing over Mom’s hardening nipples.

Mom let out a soft moan, her head tilting back as Debbie’s lips trailed down her neck. Her hands weren’t idle, sliding down Debbie’s sides to grip her hips. In one fluid motion, she tugged Debbie’s panties down, leaving her completely naked.

My hand had unconsciously moved to my cock, stroking slowly as I watched the erotic display before me. Mom and Debbie were lost in each other, their bodies pressing close as their hands and mouths explored.

Debbie’s fingers slipped between Mom’s legs, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Mom’s hips rocked against Debbie’s hand as they continued to kiss passionately. I watched, transfixed, as Debbie’s fingers moved in slow, teasing circles.

“Oh God,” Mom moaned, breaking the kiss. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a heated gaze. “Touch yourself, honey,” she encouraged breathlessly. “Show us how good it feels.”

My hand moved faster on my cock as I watched them, arousal building to a fever pitch. Debbie guided Mom to the bed, laying her down beside me. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies as they kissed deeply.

“Do you want to touch, John?” Debbie asked softly, breaking away from Mom’s lips.

I nodded eagerly, reaching out with a trembling hand. Mom took it gently and guided it to her breast. I cupped the soft flesh, marveling at how it felt in my palm. Her nipple hardened against my fingers as I explored tentatively.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she murmured encouragingly. “Just like that.”

Debbie’s hand joined mine on Mom’s body, showing me how to touch and caress. Her other hand continued to work between Mom’s legs, drawing out soft moans of pleasure. I watched in fascination as Mom’s hips rocked against Debbie’s fingers.

“Does it feel good, honey?” Debbie asked softly.

I nodded, unable to form words. My own arousal was almost painful now, my cock throbbing with need. Debbie seemed to sense this, her hand leaving Mom’s body to wrap around my cock. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“Let’s take care of you now,” Debbie purred, stroking me slowly. “Sue, why don’t you show John how good your mouth can feel?”

Mom nodded, her eyes dark with desire as she shifted on the bed. She positioned herself between my legs, her breath hot against my sensitive skin. I watched with wide eyes as she lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick a stripe up my length.

I let out a strangled moan at the sensation, my hand gripping the sheets. Mom’s lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking gently as her tongue swirled.

“That’s it,” Debbie encouraged, her hand stroking my chest as Mom took me deeper into her mouth. “Just relax and enjoy, John.”

The wet heat of Mom’s mouth enveloped me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Her tongue swirled around my shaft as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each movement. I gasped and moaned, overwhelmed by the intense sensations.

Debbie’s lips found mine again, swallowing my moans as she kissed me deeply. Her hand continued to caress my chest and stomach, fingers teasing my nipples. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear.

Mom’s pace increased, her mouth working me with practiced skill. I could feel the pressure building, my hips starting to buck involuntarily.

“M-Mom,” I gasped, breaking away from Debbie’s kiss. “I’m close…”

Mom hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her pace increased, her tongue swirling expertly around my shaft as she took me deeper.

Debbie’s hand cupped my face, turning me towards her. “It’s okay, John,” she murmured soothingly. “Let go. We’ve got you.”

The tension in my body reached a fever pitch. With a strangled cry, I felt myself tumbling over the edge. Waves of intense pleasure washed over me as I pulsed in Mom’s mouth. She continued to suck gently, drawing out every last drop as I shuddered beneath her.

As the sensations began to subside, Mom released me with a soft pop. She crawled up my body, pressing gentle kisses along my chest and neck before capturing my lips in a tender kiss. I could taste myself on her tongue, a strange yet arousing sensation.

“How was that, sweetheart?” she murmured against my lips.

“Amazing,” I breathed, still struggling to catch my breath.

Debbie stroked my hair soothingly. “You did so well, John,” she praised. “How do you feel?”

I took a moment to assess my body, feeling pleasantly boneless and relaxed. “Good,” I said softly. “Really good.”

Mom and Debbie exchanged a smile over me. “We’re glad,” Debbie said warmly. “But we’re not done yet, if you’re up for more.”

I nodded eagerly…

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