Now, I’d been married to airline stewardess Katie for about four years before we sadly called it a day. We remained friends for several years after the divorce but eventually both of us remarried and drifted apart for good. During one of our temporary separations I was still in my first job in the UK after my return from the USA – somewhere around 1972, I reckon and I was spending a couple of days a month up in the North East where we were building a large factory. I would stay in a lovely old hotel just outside Durham City where I struck up an affair with a waitress called Anne. She was 20 years old and while not especially pretty, she did have a gorgeous slender body and legs that promised pure delight – and invariably delivered on the promise, either in my hotel room or in my car when she wasn’t on duty. One weekend she invited me to stay over at her place, a small house in Durham City that she shared with her mother, a Polish lady called Anya who I had briefly met once before. Anyway, when Anya showed me and my weekend bag upstairs it was clear that she expected me to be sleeping with her daughter and was entirely happy with that. “Don’t be shy, Tony,” she said “ Anne’s told me all about you so I could hardly deprive her by sticking you in the spare room, could I? So long as she stays on the pill you should enjoy yourselves.” I laughed and said “You might just live to regret that, Anya, when we’re keeping you awake till the wee small hours.” “Oh no, my love,” she chuckled, “ I’ve got my own little toys to send me off to sleep with a smile on my face.” I’m just glad my Annie’s getting the real thing – meat beats plastic every time, believe me.” For some odd reason this frankness didn’t embarrass me at all. Quite the contrary, I found it rather arousing – after all Anya was a pretty fit woman herself. I was looking forward to my first night in this very friendly house. That evening, Friday, Anne and I went out for a meal and a few drinks. “How old’s your mum?” I asked her over coffee. “Just turned 42” she replied, “looks pretty good for her age, don’t you think?” “Darned good, and she seems very relaxed about our sleeping together” Anne smiled at that. “She always has been, from my first boyfriend when I was only 16. Just so long as I don’t get pregnant. She’ll probably bring us tea in bed in the morning. Just don’t cover up as she loves a flash of cock – especially nice big ones like yours.” I squeezed her leg. “ Flattery gets you everywhere, you should realize that by now.” When we got back to the house, Mum had already gone to bed so we poured another glass of wine and cuddled up on the couch. We were very soon kissing and I was exploring the delights of Anne’s lovely legs – bare and tanned as it was late Summer by this time. We were naked in minutes and I had my head between her thighs. Her pussy was neatly trimmed into a pretty little landing strip. Katie had always gone full Brazilian but I found Anne’s topiary work very arousing. We moved around so she could get her mouth around my cock and, just at that moment, the door opened and in came Anya wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy white knickers. “Don’t worry about me, my loves.” She chirped “I’ve just forgotten my book; it’s over there by the telly.” As she passed us, Anne mumbled something incomprehensible through a mouthful of bell end. “Don’t talk with your mouthful, Annie; you know it’s rude,” her mother chided, picked up her book, blew us a kiss and left the room. I couldn’t believe what had just happened – maybe it was a Polish thing! Anne just laughed. “I knew she’d do that. As soon as I realised she’d gone to bed early and we didn’t go straight up to bed. She couldn’t resist the temptation to get an eyeful of your cock.” “Well, “ I said, “she certainly got an eyeful of it, and now you, my pet are going to get a cuntfull of it.” With that she lay back, spread her legs and let me mount her. She let out a lovely moan as I slid into her. We fucked happily in different positions and all around the room for about half an hour until, riding me vigorously, she started to jerk her hips faster and faster until she milked me of a full load – two days since my last wank. I groaned loudly as I emptied into her and she gave out her typical panting yelps as she went over the edge with me. We both lay back against the couch while we cooled off and got our breath back. “You’re a fuck in a million” I said, kissing her neck. “That makes two of us, “ she murmured, playing gently with my balls. After a few minutes we gathered our clothes from around the room and, still naked, went upstairs past Anya’s room to our own. We spent a cosy night, waking up for another shag around 3-30am then slept till about nine when we woke to hear Anya pottering about down stairs. Anne spoke quietly to me. “Before you get another hardon, just pop downstairs and get us a couple of cups of tea. Stay naked though, so mum’ll realise you weren’t upset by last night.” I thought a bit, then muttered “I don’t know if my self control’s going to stop me getting a hardon while I’m there though.” “Don’t worry if it isn’t” Anne giggled, “she’ll just take it as a compliment.” So down I went, cock heavy but not yet hard. “Morning, darling” cooed mother as I walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a short bathrobe and I realised that Anne had inherited her mother’s legs but not her tits which, as I recalled from last night, appeared quite a bit larger. “Your tea is almost ready” She came over to me, put her arms around my shoulders and gave me a lovely friendly kiss on the cheek. At that, I knew I was fighting a loosing battle with my hormones; my cock went from heavy to rigid in a few seconds. She chuckled as she watched it grow before her eyes. “Oh, Tony, my little Annie’s going to have a lovely weekend with that. Now off you go and give her her morning treat and I’ll bring up your tea when it’s ready.” I came back into the bedroom - cock first – to see Anne, having pushed the duvet onto the floor, lying naked with her legs apart playing gently with her clit. “I see you paid mum her favourite compliment” She smiled at my swinging penis now at its full seven and a half stiff inches. “Now come and pay me mine.” She knelt up, swung around on all fours and presented her gorgeous butt to me. I needed no further encouragement as I gripped her hips and slid, balls deep into her already well-prepared cunt. We set up a steady rhythm and I could watch us in the mirrored wardrobe doors, her tits and long hair and my balls all swinging to the same rhythm. “Oh, that’s just what I like to see, my darlings” chimed that quirky Polish voice, as Anya came into the room with our morning tea, “happy people enjoying themselves.” I found my arousal even greater and gripping Anne’s hips tight, fucked her harder and faster. Anya put the cups down on the bedside table and on the way out patted my, by now, very mobile bottom. As she passed us, Anne let out a long, high pitched squeal and she buried her face in the mattress as I fired my third load of the weekend up into her belly – the third of many. “Your mother’s unbelievable.” I said, after we’d recovered our breath and morning tea, lying on the bed, still naked and propped up on the pillows. Anne smiled. “She’s a real gem. She’s got her own boyfriend called Simon, a nice looking divorced guy who comes over a couple of times a week and I’m just as open with them as she is with us. She’s going without at the moment though as he’s away in Greece with his kids. Not back for another week. She cocked her head to one side; “I might just lend you to her sometime this weekend. D’you feel up to giving her one?” I pretended to ponder the question. “Well, she’s a fit looker. Just as long as you’re part of the action too, I’ll slip one up her.” She leaned over and kissed me gently. “You won’t keep me out of it. I need cock like a fish needs water and so does my mum.” We spent the rest of Saturday going round Durham. I hadn’t been there since University when I regularly visited a girl friend at St.Mary’s College. It’s a lovely place. Anyway we all three went out for dinner in the evening and both the girls were extremely flirty and I just knew that tonight was the night when I would be called upon to service them both. Accordingly I kept my drinking well in check as to suffer brewer’s droop with one woman could be embarrassing, with two it would be downright irresponsible. After the meal, we walked the half mile back to the house and as we went through the front door Anne put her arm round her mum’s shoulder and said “I’m lending Tony to you for a while, while I’m getting ready for bed. Just don’t drain him completely as I want my rightful share later.” “You’re a peach, pet,” Anya replied and took me by the hand into her bedroom. “She’s so kind to her poor old mother to lend me this lovely cock”, fondling it through my trousers. I was totally in the spirit of things now as I stripped out of my clothes and stood naked in front of her. She cupped my balls as I undid her blouse and unzipped her jeans. Soon we were both naked and, pushing me back onto the bed she went down on me hungrily. I was mildly surprised to see that she sported a fully waxed Brazilian. Her cunt was as smooth as her bottom – and just as delicious. We played heavily and quite noisily for a while then I rolled her onto her back and mounted her. Her legs were over my shoulders as we shagged like we’d been at it for years. The woman was wonderful. “I told you he was good, mum.” Anne had walked into the room as I was getting up a good pace with her mother. She gripped my balls from behind and giggling, said “Now you’re only borrowing him, you know. He’s a good repeater but when you’ve taken his load, I need him back inside me tonight.” “Fuck off love,” Anya panted, “This is one good cock and I’m enjoying it while it lasts. You can have a couple off Simon when he gets back.” Well, I left for home on Sunday afternoon, having had Anne eight times over the weekend and her mother twice. The next time I met both of them together was when they came and stayed in my house for a long Bank Holiday weekend. I won’t bother telling you about that; it was just more of the same.