Ditto when I visited mom, except once when Marge and some other woman were there. I got the distinct feeling that my presence was not all that welcome just then. Funny thing though, I always noticed that Yvonne acted a little distant at mom's place, totally unlike the way she acted with me at dad's.
Try as I liked, I could never find Yvonne missing when ever visiting my parents.
Yvonne's visits to me were irregular, but averaged at two or three times a week. Although she usually controlled the program when we got together, that was not always the case. If there was something I particularly wanted to do to her, I just went ahead and did it. She always went along with whatever it was I wanted to do.
It was a funny relationship, not only because of Yvonne being involved with both of my parents, but the way that she operated, never any more than whim, wham, thank you ma'am kind of frantic sex.
Then came the bombshell! Yvonne and dad got married. I hadn't even known that dad was planning on divorcing mom, let alone marrying again. Maybe even especially marrying Yvonne. She just wasn't the type the average person would think of when they thought of a senior citizen's spouse. To me, she was more the type of woman a younger guy would think of in his wildest wet dreams.
The first time she came to my place for another fuck session after that, I tried pretty hard to get some answers from Yvette, but was wasting my time as usual.
I was starting to get the impression that this lady was not the dumb as a stump woman my father had made her out to be. There was no doubt that she was something else when it came to sex, and her looks too. But I was thinking that she wasn't able to carry on this whatever it was affair if she was as dumb as my father deemed her to be. To me, it was starting to look more like she was dumb like a fox.
It all came to a head and my questions were answered the next time Yvonne dropped by my place. She wasn't a she, but rather they! There were two of them, identical.
They came into my house as if they owned the place, one of them pulled up a chair to the kitchen table where I was already seated, while the other put the kettle on to make a cup of coffee.
It was perfectly obvious what had been happening, Yvonne, or whatever her name was, had been living at dad's place, while her sister was at mom's. I never even thought of visiting mom's place and then going straight to dad's place to see if she was there. The only question that remained was which was which and who had been what to whom. Although I was not amused, there was a humorous side to this situation.
In all probability, I had been fucking both of these women for months, but one could have been a virgin as far as I knew. If I had been in the witness seat in a court, I could not identify whether I had been fucking both of them, or which one of them.
Yvonne started the conversation by asking me if I was pissed off at them?
"For what?" I asked her.
"For playing tricks on you and your parents," she replied, straight faced.
I told her that the only tricks she or they had played on me were mostly in my bed and more than welcome. But I had been concerned because I had not been able to figure out what was going on, and I didn't want my parents hurt.
That's why we're here, Junior, apart from being married to your father, I want you to know that I really care for him, she told me with a very serious look on her face, totally unlike her usual demeanor.
There were still lots of things I wanted to know, so I continued to keep the serious look on my face, and began to ask questions. By this time, the "other" Yvonne had served the coffee and sat down with us. I began by explaining that I felt that I had fucked the both of them, but as far as I knew, one of them could be a virgin. That brought a grin to both their faces.
"Not much chance of that!" my father's wife replied.
"So, then, could we establish that I have fucked both of you?" I asked.
"Yes, of course," both replied in unison.
"So have you come here to tell me that my services are no longer required?" I asked.
"Oh no," they both replied in unison, again.
I told them that I was beginning to wonder whether I was being cut off, had B.O. or needed to change my mouth wash. It was getting positively lonely on my side of the table.
With that, the other Yvonne came and stood beside me putting her arm loosely around my neck. The way she was standing was an open invitation to my investigation and in less time that it takes to tell about it, my hand was sliding up her leg and began probing her hairless cunt with my fingers. She didn't have any panties on, and it was the first time I had felt either one of them when they were not already wet, probably an indication of how serious this visit was to them.
That was enough for the "real" Yvonne, she got up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Talk about doubling my pleasure, you have no idea! The three of us fucked, rubbed and sucked each other for the next couple of hours. The girls finally left me in bed too weak to get up, promising to come back pretty soon and fill me in on all of the details. I begged them not to come back too soon.
Despite my admonition, I found Yvonne on my doorstep the following morning.
"So which one are you?" I greeted her.
"I'm you mother's Yvonne," she replied smiling. "How about a coffee?" she asked, already reaching for the kettle. "We have to talk about this silly situation we find ourselves in," she told me, still smiling.
"So first off, you both can't be Yvonne?"
"No, of course not, but nobody can tell us apart. You would be surprised the confusion that has caused, and it always seemed easier to have a name that either twin answered to."
"Yeah!" I replied, grinning wickedly, "I can see where that would come in handy."
"I know where you are going, and yes, we have been there and so many other places too! But it's a real pain as well, our own mother couldn't tell us apart. I some times tell my sister that I hate her face," she replied soberly.
I told her that you had to look at both sides of every situation, and while their situation had it's advantages , there certainly were disadvantages too.
She told me that her name was Ollie, while her sister's name was Molly. Because they looked alike, their parents wanted names that at least sounded alike, and there was enough difference in the spelling to make them distinctive. But think of it for a minute, we really don't know which is which. All we know is that when we were old enough to understand and remember, I chose to be Ollie, while my sister answered to Molly. We never consciously decided which was which, or switched, it just happened. In the beginning there was endless confusion.
Trying to add a touch of humour to the situation, I asked her how she got into my life?
She said that it was hard to believe, but Molly had met my dad, and liked him. They had made quite a bit of money doing the twin thing, but that made them feel like freaks in a sideshow. When her sister moved in with my father, it made her feel more like a normal person, and she liked it for a change.
While Molly liked being with your father, sharing his down to earth life style with him, you visited your dad and got a hard on when you saw her. That showed her what she was missing, so that is how she got into your life. Just a horny girl that wanted to get more sex in her life, not an uncommon story.
And speaking of getting more sex in my life, Ollie drained her coffee cup, and led me to the bedroom.
A couple of days later I received a late afternoon visit, and thinking rather smugly of my new found knowledge greeted her as Molly, and asking her if she was horny again.
"Hi Junior!" she replied, "so you have been talking to Ollie. Did she spill everything?" she asked smiling.
"Well, let's see. She told me that you came here to see me because you were horny, but I didn't think that was any great surprise," I told her as I grabbed her ass, and ran my fingers up the crack of it.
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