HIS FANTASY

12- THE SECRET OF MY MOM

 "I wish this could last forever," Bryan murmured. Pete laughed.

"It was only a one-shot deal. Thank you." He kissed the top of Bryan's head, then turned to me. I looked up at him and caught his kiss on my lips.

"And thank you, Babe. I hadn't remembered what I missed about being with a guy. It was a hundred times better with my wife on board." Pete said.

Nestling close to him, I gently grasped Bryan's cock, which remained impressively large even in its flaccid state. Contemplating the possibilities, I pondered whether he could be enticed to explore the sensation of sliding that substantial girth into a more tender and moist receptacle, perhaps resembling someone like myself.

"You know," I ventured, "there was no rule that said we could only do it once." Pete frowned down at me.

"But you said..."

"I know what I said, but maybe I changed my mind." I gave Bryan a wink, then grinned up at my husband.

"I'm a woman, babe. I'm allowed to do that as often as I like. How long have we been married?" From the sudden look of fear on his face, I knew he couldn't do the math that quickly.

"Long enough to know you're always right," he hedged.

Beside him, Bryan whistled. "Smart man. Well, if your wife missed it this way. She can call me anytime. I won't complain."

As I held his cock in my hand, I noticed it becoming erect, and I could sense the excitement in Pete's cock as my arm brushed against it. The idea of engaging in intimate activities with both individuals once more filled me with eager anticipation, causing a rush of excitement throughout my body as I eagerly awaited the potential pleasures that awaited us in the near future.

For a moment, my brain seems to be relieved and clear.

I observe Pete and Bryan interacting with me, I am consistently amazed by their gentle and pure nature. I vividly remember the first time Pete and I crossed paths, he would delicately cradle my face in his hands, treating it as fragile as a delicate flower, out of fear of causing any harm. Even during the initial stages of our relationship, where everything felt exhilarating and new, there were moments where it seemed as if he followed a predetermined script. However, this never bothered me. Pete possessed qualities of kindness, charm, and success, which made me fall head over heels for him almost instantly. I never once questioned his love for me, as it was evident in his actions and words.

After a month had passed, Pete and I made the decision to spend our vacation on the mesmerizing Siargao Island, renowned as the surfing capital of the Philippines. However, just three days prior to our scheduled flight, I stumbled upon a secret that belonged to my mother.

I left work early so that I could talk to my mom personally.

I knew my mom was at home before 5:00 p.m. I usually get home before 9:00 p.m. since I married Pete. I stay with her twice a month, and sometimes the three of us eat our dinner at the nearest restaurant in town. I stayed with Pete in his house, and we get home at the weekend so that my mom won't feel alone.

"Mom, are you here?" my loud voices looking for her when I get in.

Mom didn't answer me yet, so I checked the kitchen; Mom is not there. I checked at the window; maybe she was busy in her little garden at the back of the house, but she was not there.

Lastly, I came up to check on her room. Before I got near the door, I heard it moaning.

"Ahh... ahh..uh!!.. shittt!" That was confusing. What keeps her busy at this time? and her voices, like she was doing something...