As any cop can tell you, there are some days of the year when 'business' just picks up for them: New Years, Christmas, 4th of July, Halloween, and a few others. And you can pretty much tell what day of the week it is by how busy the hospital emergency rooms are: Sunday nights are generally slowest, with a gradual build up until the busiest night of the week – Saturday.
So when Halloween fell on a Saturday one year, I was considerably less than enthusiastic about working. But the money, and tips, would simply be too much to pass up. All of my 'regular' fares were either attending parties in one hotel or another, or going out of town to celebrate, which meant that I could look forward to being just one of the vast herd of cabbies working that night.
Except my karma, a particularly kind and benevolent God, the Great Pumpkin, Flying Spaghetti Monster, or somebody decided that I needed a reprieve in the form of a call to a new place that had opened up on the edge of town: rather than building a regular hotel or motel, the owners of this place had decided to try something new and different – a mix of individual, duplex, and two-story buildings for people to stay in. They charged out the wazoo, but still seemed to be doing a pretty darn good business; the few times I'd had to go there, the parking areas had all been filled.
The call I got from Dispatch told me which building to go to, and that it was a 'flat rate' job, meaning that somebody had decided to rent me and my cab for several hours. When Dispatch told me how many hours, I figured I'd really lucked out: just my cut of the fare would pretty much match what I could have made working 'on call'; by the time you figured in any kind of decent tip, I'd be doing pretty good.
When I pulled up to the building, I saw that it was one of the single cabins, and had a Mercedes 500 in the parking spot. That had me seeing dollar signs, at least, until the people that called came out. At first I thought it was two women, but once I got a closer look at them, I realized it was a woman and younger girl. I had the door open for them by the time they got to my hack, and in the light I could see that the younger looked eighteen-ish, and the older couldn't have been forty. They were both dressed up in costumes, which was why I had the time and inclination to hurry around and get the door for them. The mother (I just got a vibe that was what she was) was decked out to do the Lady Godiva route – and for the life of me, I couldn't figure how much of her getup was costume and how much was her. Whatever the ratio was, it worked, and worked damn well as far as I was concerned. The daughter (it seemed a reasonable assumption, under the circumstances) was outfitted to play Little Bo Peep, if I had my nursery rhyme characters straight; except that all the pictures and drawings I'd seen of Bo Peep in books, she had a hell of a lot more clothes on, and they weren't anywhere near as revealing.
Still, what they're paying me for is to get them from 'here' to 'there' with as little fuss and trouble as possible, so I put my eyeballs back in their sockets and get behind the wheel. The mother tells me where they're going, and I get us rolling.
As I'm driving, I can't help but use the rearview mirror to look back at the two of them; the streetlights are putting enough light back there that I don't have any trouble checking both of them out. "Mom" is a leggy redhead with a pretty face and nice build; the younger of the two is also a redhead, and simply a flat-out babe: cute face, medium-sized bust, legs that go from here to there, and what looks like will turn out to be a small, tight little ass. I can tell because she keeps turning to rest on one hip or the other. While there's any chance of them looking at me, I'm all polite and formal and helpful, just like usual. But when they can't see, I'm eyeballing them as much as I can.
I'm a little disappointed when we finally get to our destination – at least, until I realize that I'll get a chance to look the two of them over again when they get out, and watch them as they walk away. I get the door of my cab open for them, and get the chance to look them over again as they get out; when both of them are standing, I let them know where I'll be, and that I'll be watching for them to come out. "Mom" tells me that's fine, and that she doesn't think they'll be inside for too long – they're just checking the place out without any expectation of staying. I give her my best "Yes, Ma'am", and watch as the two of them walk away. The daughter's ass is easily as fantastic as I figured it would be, but the mothers is damn near as nice to watch.
When they're out of sight, I get back in my cab and find a spot to park where I can watch the door of the place. I've got a little radio that I can listen to so I don't get too bored; one thing you learn real quick driving cabs is how to wait without falling asleep.
It's maybe half an hour before I see the two of them coming out the door. I flash my headlights so they can see where I am, and get over to where they are so I can help them in again. Once I'm back behind the wheel, "Mom" tells me where the next stop is. As I'm getting us there, I keep looking into the back every so often; I realize that I had probably estimated their ages a bit high – in good light, the younger looks sixteen, maybe seventeen. For the mother, I revise her age down by a good five years, with an option of a couple more.
When we get to the second place, the lighting is a lot better, and I get a real good look at the two of them – and promptly start having fantasies involving them, me, and a gallon of Wesson oil…
Even as my mind is writing a script for a porno movie involving me and them, the front part of my brain is taking care of business. Once they're inside, it's back in the cab for me.
The third place they decide to go, they're inside for quite some time; when they finally do come out it's coming up on midnight. I see that there's a guy with them – except that from the way they're acting, I don't think he's all that welcome. I make sure and get over to where they are a little faster, get out, and open the cab door for them. They get in real quick, and after a second, the guy starts to follow them. I get in his way and say "Sorry, sir, but my deal is just for the ladies, tonight" while I close the door. I quickly get around to the drivers side, and after I open the door, tell him "Perhaps you could join the ladies at their next stop…"
He's visibly drunk, so I've got time to get behind the wheel and get us moving before he can get his wits together enough to say anything. I was out of the parking lot and heading down the street when "Mom" tells me "Thank you; that was very nicely done. He's a friend-of-a-friend, and not someone that I would normally want to associate with. I tried to get rid of him, but he simply wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. But how did you know he wasn't welcome?"
I see her watching me in the mirror and answer "Ma'am, I've been driving cabs for a bunch of years now, and I've learned how to watch for things that might turn into problems. When you came out, the way you were walking and standing told me that you weren't… comfortable with him. Then when I pulled up, it looked like both of you were more than a little relieved to see me. When I stopped him from getting in, and you didn't tell me it was okay, I figured I'd read the situation right. If he knows where else you planned to go tonight, I'm thinking you might not want to go to those places."
She gives me a smile and says "I didn't tell him anything, but he might still be sober enough to think of the few places where I might go. I'm not quite ready to head back yet, though. Perhaps you could suggest a place that wouldn't mind having us? Just for an hour or two?"
I let her see me smile and answer "Ma'am, I expect you'd be welcome additions just about anyplace. If you're open to meeting some new people, and just looking to have a few drinks and have some fun, I know that the regulars in the place I usually go to for a drink or two would be glad to have you. Or I can just take you to one of the other places I know are having big parties tonight – it's up to you."
I see her smile back at me, and she says "If you're willing to vouch for the place and people, I think I could do a lot worse than your suggestion."
I nod my head, and get us headed that direction. When we get to the Shot Glass, I stop in front of the place – but before I can get out, the woman tells me "I don't think there's any need for you to wait outside, unless you want to. After your help back there, I feel like I owe you at LEAST a drink; and I think I can trust you to limit yourself to just the one."
I think it over for a couple of seconds, and figure it couldn't hurt. I tell her that if the two of them want to wait outside, I'll get parked and escort them in. She agrees, and before I can do it for her, opens the door and gets out, with the kid right behind her. Once she shuts the cab door, I hustle to find a parking spot and get back to them. When the three of us get inside, it's kind of like a scaled-down version of those scenes in the old TV program 'Cheers', when Norm shows up – except that instead of everyone calling out "Norm!", I've only got 3 or 4 welcoming me with "Jim!"
A couple of the barmaids come over to give me a hug and say they're glad I could stop by on Halloween; I start to introduce them to my fares, when the mother does it for me, so I learn that she's Helen Folks and the youngster is her daughter, Sarah. The barmaids, Alicia and Peggy, ask if I'm there to help them close the place, and I tell them that I still have to work so as to not let on that Helen and Sarah are actually my fares. Both girls look disappointed, but when I tell them that I figure I can stick around at least long enough to have ONE, they cheer up. Since they already know what I drink, Alicia asks Helen and Sarah what they want before she heads for the bar; Peggy says she'll fix us up with a table – something I didn't expect would actually happen.
The place is busier than usual, but it isn't the overcrowded madhouse that the more famous bars and clubs in town are that night; it's possible to get around inside without bumping into more than a couple of people going from one side of the place to the other. Peggy gets us over to a small table off to the side of the main action and tells a group of 4 youngsters that they need to move: the person that had reserved the table showed up; the reservation thing is a complete put-on, but the young folks are sloshed and mellow enough to go for it. They pick up their drinks and wander off; Peggy cleans the table off real quick and we sit down. A minute later, Alicia is back with our order. Helen comes up with a credit card (damned if I know where she could have been keeping it), and says "We'll start a tab, if you don't mind."
Alicia assures her that's fine, and leaves to get the bill started. She's back in just a couple minutes, and hands Helen her plastic; that's when I get to see that what I was pretty sure was costume was just that – and that it had a cleverly designed-in pocket.
The three of us barely had time to take a sip of our drinks before a couple of the other regulars showed up to say how glad they were I was able to make it to the party. I was able to make the introductions that time; Chuck, a retiree that was fitter than I was, offered to take Helen out for a tour of the dance floor. Lou, who was younger than me and owned his own music store, made a similar offer to Sarah. Both women accepted the offers, and the four of them disappeared into the crowd.
I'd finished my drink before they came back again; Helen and Sarah were both visibly flushed and perspiring slightly from their efforts. Chuck and Lou thanked them for the dances, and left us alone again.
About that time, Peggy turned up to take my empty drink glass and leave me a glass and bottle of club soda, telling me "When I told Mike that you still had to work tonight, he said to tell you that you're welcome to as many of these as you want – you shouldn't be one of the drunks that'll be out tonight."
I started to protest, but she just gave me a Look, turned around, and walked away. When I looked at Helen, I could see that she was both surprised, and quietly amused.
It was maybe ten minutes later when another guy I knew came over: Arty, who had some ill-defined job in the city planning office. After introductions, he asked if Helen was of a mind to do a little dancing; she was, and they did. A few minutes later, somebody closer to Sarah's age came up to ask if she wanted to dance, as well, which she did. For the next couple of hours, the two of them seemed to have a pretty good time, judging from their laughter and smiles. Enough people came by to take them out dancing that neither one had any reason to feel like some kind of wallflower, but they weren't constantly being hit on, either.
When they decided they were ready to leave, Helen and Sarah were with me as we swung by the bar so I could thank the bartender, Mike, for the club sodas. At six and a half feet tall, built like a power weightlifter, bald, and black as the darkest night, he looked like someone you'd want to make sure you stayed on the good side of; the truth of the matter was that he was happily married to a cop that worked the same hours he did, had a couple of kids, and was as easy-going and friendly as you could ask. After I thanked him, he just waved it off and told me to watch out. I assured him I would, and he gave me another wave and smile.
Helen and Sarah opted to go to the cab with me rather than wait for me to pick them up; both were a little tipsy, but certainly not drunk – and having obviously had a great time. When we got close to my hack, Helen told me "Jim, we've had about enough fun for tonight, I think. If we stay out much longer, I think we will be taking the chance of meeting up with some of the drunk drivers that I'm sure are going to be out tonight. So if you'd be kind enough to take us home? Or at least, back to where you got us?" – her small joke drawing more laughter from both of them that I thought it really deserved (I did say they were tipsy, didn't I?)
On the way back to their cabin, both of them repeatedly told me how much fun they'd had in the Shot Glass, and thanked me several times for taking them there. They also spent a few minutes huddled together and whispering; comparing notes on the night, I figured.
When we got there, I got the door opened for both of them, and when they were standing Helen asks me "Would you mind coming inside with us? There's something I'd like to give you."
I figure she just wants to give me a tip, and agree easily enough. I follow them to the door, and it's Sarah that pulls the key out from someplace I can't see – but wish I could. Once we're all inside, I see that the cabin is decorated in Expensive Rustic: there's all this exposed wood paneling, the furniture looks like the kind of thing you'd find in a frontier cabin (only a lot nicer), and all the fabric I can see has generic-Southwest designs on it. Looking around, I can see that it's the kind of place that somebody with money (and plenty of it) would really go for.
While I'm checking the place out, Sarah leaves the room while Helen goes over to where her purse is laying on a table. She rummages around inside for a bit before finding what she's looking for. When she stands up, I can see it's her billfold; she opens it and pulls out a couple of bills before closing it again. My first thought is that maybe it's twenties, and that I'm getting a pretty nice tip. But when she comes back over and hands them to me, I see that they're fifties, and that 'pretty nice' tip suddenly turns into outstanding. I sincerely thank her, and she answers "You earned it, easily, between your excellent driving and service, helping get us away from that idiot, and being kind enough to take us where you go to drink. That was by far the best place we went tonight, and Sarah and I both had much more fun that we expected tonight."
I thanked her again, after I told her "Well, I hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your stay…" with the obvious intention of leaving them. Helen put her hand on my arm and said "Would you mind staying for a few moments? There's something else that Sarah and I would like you to have."
Puzzled, I asked "What would that be, Ma'am?"
Just then, a very naked Sarah entered the room, and came over to stand next to Helen, who promptly told me "Us."
Trying my best not to stare at the delectable Sarah, I could only say "Ma'am?"
Both of them smiled and Helen told me "What Sarah and I, both, would like you to have is… us."
Having said that, Helen calmly proceeded to shed what little bit of her Lady Godiva look that wasn't actually her – and there was less of it that was costume than I'd thought. When she was as naked as her daughter, Helen told me "James, my husband and Sarah's father, Tom, died nearly a year ago. He was a stock broker, and spent the vast majority of his time and energy on his work. I suppose that God must have a sense of irony, or justice, because Tom died of a massive coronary while working the stock floor one day. From what I was told, he wouldn't have lived through it if it had happened while he was in the best hospital in the world; he was simply living with too much stress, coffee, and fatty food, and not enough exercise or home life."
Gesturing to Sarah, Helen went on "Both of us loved him, deeply, even though neither of us got to see him, or spend time with him, as much as we would have liked. For Sarah, it was her gymnastics and swimming meets that he missed, as well as tucking her in, reading her stories, and all the rest. For me, it was pretty much everything involved in being married – and that includes the bedroom. Because of who Tom was, and what he did, and the people we know in… our home town, I wasn't willing to take any kind of lover, even if I hadn't been as serious about my marriage vows as I was – though I'm a fairly passionate woman, physically. For similar reasons, Sarah wasn't inclined to become too physically involved with any of the boyfriends she's had. She isn't a virgin, but that change didn't happen all that long ago, either."
I was listening closely as she continued "So what you have, then, is two women – neither of whom is lacking in physical desires – with virtually no outlet for their passions, no real source of comfort or consolation, and little or no prospect of a solution. Except that they did find a solution – each other." It took me a few seconds to get it; when I did, Helen saw the change in my expression and said "Yes, that's right. Sarah and I, mother and daughter, became lovers. But before that, we were family, and even more importantly, friends. I raised Sarah virtually by myself, and I remembered, all too well, the fear and anxiety and embarrassment that I went through when I was growing up. So as I raised Sarah, I made it a point to avoid inflicting all the misinformation, uncertainties, and hidden answers that I'd been subjected to. She grew up learning about the human body, and the changes that would happen to hers, sex, and all the rest of it. I apparently managed to get it right because I don't think she has ever been reluctant or afraid to come to me with problems – no matter what they've been. And because of her maturity, she's been able to understand what I was going through, as well. Both of us had tried using different… devices, but neither of us found them completely satisfactory; what both of us found missing was the involvement of a real, live human being. So after the two of us got to talking one night, it was she who asked if I was sure that there really wasn't anything wrong with two women making love. I'd already told her that lesbianism was different, but not wrong; no more than it is between men, if both are agreeable. When I affirmed that I'd meant what I said, it was her idea that perhaps the two of us could 'help' each other, as she put it."
Helen took a deep breath before continuing "As you might expect, the idea was something of a surprise, and rather shocking to me. I mean, no matter how else one tries to pretty it up, it's still incest – and like almost any other person,that was something I had a deep,deep aversion to. But I simply told Sarah that I'd have to think about it – and more to the point, why. She wasn't old enough to understand it quite the same way a grown adult would; but she was mature enough to understand it well enough. So she simply waited for me to give her an answer when I had made a decision. weeks went by as I argued it with myself; all of my arguments of the pros and cons of it finally boiled down to a few simple facts: that I was neither forcing nor soliciting any such relationship – it had been her idea, after all. Obviously, the risk of pregnancy wasn't an issue, nor was her age; as I said, she was easily more grown up emotionally and mentally than her physical age. The thing that finally settled it for me, though, was the simple fact that she IS my daughter – and that I love her. Enough so that I was willing to do whatever it took to relieve her of as much of the heartache and loneliness and, yes, unfulfilled desires as I could. That isn't to say, though, that there still wasn't some nervousness and awkwardness the first time we were together" – that last part causing both of them to look at each other and smile with their shared memories.
A couple of seconds later, Helen told me "Anyway, even with Tom dead, there really wasn't any recourse for us but to continue as we had, even though there certainly wasn't any lack of men willing to 'console' a grieving widow – or her daughter, for that matter. Then, when we found out just how much life insurance Tom had, neither of us could help but wonder how much of the attention we were getting from men was interest in us, and how much was interest in our money. As a family, we'd been doing quite well while Tom was alive; he was a damn good broker, and made top commissions. But with the addition of all the insurance coverage he'd had… well, it was a Hell of a lot to have to worry about. Perversely enough, we even lost the few close friends we had before Toms death: they apparently didn't want us to think that they were after our money, either, and the relationships gradually grew apart. I can assure you, coming into sudden wealth is most certainly not all it's cracked up to be!"
She finished up by saying "The two of us finally decided that what we wanted to do -needed to do! – was simply get out of town for a while: get away from our new-found 'friends', all the people that we knew and know us, and just relax. We also thought that along the way, we just might happen across someone that one or the other of us, or even both, found attractive; but someone that wasn't interested in getting their hands on our money, and still had enough… character, or class, or whatever you want to call it, to be good company, too. We've been on the road for the last couple of months, actually, and generally enjoying ourselves when we decided to stay here and join in the Halloween parties. Both of us were greatly surprised to find that friend of one of our friends here; you did us a tremendous favor is helping us get away from him. But be that as it may, it's how you behaved tonight that got us interested in you. Both of us were fully aware that the outfits we were wearing were more than a little on the provocative side, but neither one of us ever caught you ogling us. Either you weren't looking, which I doubt, or you were far more discreet about it than most men would be. And when you took us to your bar, everyone there was as friendly as you'd said they'd be; but it was the way they treated you, and how you treated them in return, that really convinced us of your other qualities. So it didn't take much for us to agree that, if you were willing, both of us would like you to stay with us – even all night, if you can. Of course, we'll understand if you're put off by the relationship between Sarah and I; you've had less time to come to terms with it than I did. Both of us would regret the missed opportunity, but neither of us would take offense – we're fully aware that our relationship isn't something most people would be able to accept."
There was no way that I wasn't going to look at the two of them as I considered what Helen had said. When I looked from Helen to Sarah, and back again, they moved a little closer to each other before each put an arm around the other's waist – then calmly stood there, with no apparent concern.
As I said before, Helen was an attractive, leggy redhead. She's got the stereotypical green eyes, a peaches and cream complexion (all over!), and full red lips in a slightly oval face. Curly red hair falls well past her shoulders; when she was in her Godiva costume, she'd kept it in front of her to help conceal her breasts. Now, though, she'd moved it around to hang down her back; that left me with a clear view of her full, but not overly large, bust. Each of her breasts is capped with a pale pink areolas about an inch across and slightly puffy. Extending out from that was her nipple: the diameter of a large Crayon, and standing out perhaps a quarter of an inch. Her breasts sag only enough to make it clear that she hasn't had anything done to them. The rest of her body is fit and trim, with just enough padding to gentle the curves of her female form. Her lower belly is as flat as a woman's can be, and between her upper thighs is the thick, narrow triangle of her pubic hair – which is maybe just one shade darker than what's on her head. Her legs are long, trim, and made up of a series of smooth, gentle curves.
Next to her, Sarah simply looks like a 90% scale version of her mother; except that Sarah's red hair is a trifle lighter in color. Sarah's breasts are marginally smaller, but then she's still got some growing to do, I figure. It's easy as can be to see that they're related, and I don't figure that it would take much for them to look more like sisters than mother and daughter. Both have a light, sparse dusting of freckles across their shoulders and down onto the upper slopes of their breasts. Neither has any sign of blemishes, scars, birthmarks, or anything else to get in the way of enjoying the smooth, clear expanse of skin they're showing me.
When I'm through looking them over, I say to Helen "Even while you were telling me how and why you decided that there wasn't any reason you and Sarah couldn't become lovers, I understood what you were saying – and even agreed with your reasoning. Both of you are absolute knockouts" – that earned me a pair of pleased smiles – "so the only thing that concerns me is why Sarah hasn't said anything. She's certainly been pleasant enough tonight, but I don't think I've gotten a dozen sentences from her; and she hasn't indicated that she wants to contribute anything to what you just told me."
Helen opened her mouth, but I saw Sarah give her mother a quick hug to indicate that she wanted to speak, instead. Looking directly into my eyes, Sarah told me "Believe it or not, I'm actually kind of shy around people; particularly people I don't know all that well. I'm feeling a little scared and nervous to be standing here in front of you, naked. But what Mom said was right, about both of us wanting to share ourselves with you, and she was speaking for both of us when she explained why. I turned seventeen a few months ago, shortly after I graduated high school – a year ahead of the rest of the kids my age. I had several different boyfriends while I was in school, but it seemed like all any of them wanted to do was use me, whether it was to just show me off to his friends, get me naked and play with my tits, or get between my legs. Almost none of them was willing or able to pay any attention to what I wanted, and that made me even more reluctant to let anyone get close to me that way. A few months before I graduated, I believed that the guy I had been going out with was the kind of person I was looking for. He wanted us to have sex, but didn't push it when I said 'no'." She gave a wry laugh and continued "Oh, he was a good one, all right. It turned out that he was just playing me along until he could have sex with me; once he'd taken my virginity, he proceeded to tell all of his buddies what he'd done, like I was some kind of prize he'd won. The bitch of it is that he was patient enough, and good enough, that I realized just how much I could enjoy having sex. By the time I found out that he was telling everyone about us, we'd had sex several times; and each time, I liked it more and more. So when I broke up with him, it just made my physical needs and desires that much worse. From what Mom has told me, I'm going through pretty much the same thing she is, so I understand the things she's told me a whole lot better than I did before. As crass or crude as it might sound, I want to get laid, dammit! But I don't want it to be by some stud for hire, or someone that's only after our money, or some clown that's just looking to add another notch to his bedpost; I want it to be by someone that is able and willing to let himself 'open up' enough to be with me like Mom is and does. Somebody with class or character or whatever, like Mom said. And I think that someone is, or could be, you."
After she finished, I realized that her quietness that evening was easily explained by a measure of shyness. And if Helen had been doing an adequate job of explaining things, then there really wasn't any need for Sarah to have said anything. The idea of a mother and daughter having an intimate relationship had thrown me at first, but as Helen had told me how and why she'd decided it was acceptable – at least, for her and Sarah – I'd realized that there really wasn't anything for me to say about it. Helen had given me the tip before letting me know that she and Sarah wanted to have me in their bed, so I didn't have any reason to feel like they were trying to rent me for stud services or anything of that nature. All in all, I really couldn't think of any reasons I shouldn't take them up on it, and could see two damn fine reasons I should right there in front of me.
So I simply looked into each ones face for a few moments before answering "I'd be delighted, then."
Both of them looked more than a little pleased, which surprised me a bit, before they released each other's waist and stepped closer to me. The first to lean in for a kiss was Helen, who made it more than clear that I wouldn't regret my decision to stay with them. When she finally pulled back, Sarah leaned forward to let me know that she was pretty much over her shyness – at least, with me. Sarah's kiss was a little more restrained than Helens, but no less promising.
After both of them had kissed me, Helen got a distinct twinkle in her eye and told me "It seems a little unfair that you're getting to look at us, but we aren't getting to see any of you!"
I couldn't help but smile, but when I reached for the buttons on my shirt, it was Sarah that said "Let us take care of all that for you…"
I let my hands fall to my sides again, and the two of them reached agreement as to which would do what with a brief look into each others eyes. Helen went to one knee and reached for my belt buckle while Sarah got started on the buttons on my shirt.
Helen took her time getting my belt, then pants, undone; Sarah had plenty of time to get my shirt off of me before she knelt down, too. When she had, she and Helen shared a kiss – and brief mutual fondling – before Sarah went to work getting my shoes and socks off of me. With those out of the way, she helped her mother with getting my pants down my legs and then set off to the side. I could see the eager anticipation when both looked at the way my semi-erect penis was tenting my shorts (watching them kiss and caress each other, on top of how good they looked, did wonders for my libido) before Helen slowly reached out to slide her hands under the waistband. Slowly and carefully, she slid them down until my cock and balls were revealed – at which point both of them looked delighted. As Helen went about getting my shorts removed, Sarah reached out to take me into her warm hand and gently squeeze and slightly pull on my penis. Once Helen had rid herself of my shorts, she extended a hand to cup my balls. I must have stood there for a couple of minutes while Helen and Sarah slowly and carefully got themselves familiar with the particulars of my genitals. In the process, they did wonders at increasing the state of my arousal.
When they had ogled my equipment long enough, the two of them stood up again and moved close so that we could each have a turn at kissing the other two. Then each of them took one of my hands and led me into the cabin's bedroom, which was nearly as large as the living area had been. The bed looked to be a bit larger than a King sized, which meant that there would be plenty of room for all of us – though I doubted that we'd really need it, or even mind all that much if we didn't have it…
With all three of us next to the bed, I was faced with a small problem (if you could call it that): whether I wanted to kiss Helen first (and possibly have Sarah feel like she was somehow being put into a secondary position), or kiss Sarah and risk having Helen think that I was favoring her (younger, arguably more attractive) daughter. I decided to pull both of them close and kiss Helen first – but make my kiss to Sarah a little longer, in the hope of 'balancing' things.
Over the course of the rest of the night, I came to realize that I needn't have worried, or bothered.
After Sarah and I ended our kiss, Helen moved to to plant another one on me, and making it as passionate and inviting and full of promise for what lay ahead as she could. It wasn't but a few seconds from the time our lips touched until hers parted in invitation, followed by mine in acceptance. Even as our tongues were getting introduced, she lifted the hand she still had hold of to her breast; a second or so later, Sarah did the same thing – leaving me standing there with my hands full of two different but equally delightful mammaries while Helen and I tried to clean each others tonsils.
Helen and I finally have to come up for air, and when I look into her eyes I can see that I've got a damn interesting time ahead of me.
Then it's Sarah's turn again – and she makes no bones about letting me know that she meant what she said about wanting to get laid when she reaches out to take my cock in her hand and start stroking it. I begin to grow in her hand, and when our kiss finally ends I'm almost completely hard.
Both of them look down to where my dick is standing out, and I see (and feel) their nipples start to erect before Helen tells me "I can see that you're almost ready. Let's go ahead and get comfortable so we can keep going!"
Before we get onto the bed, though, Helen and Sarah take a moment to kiss each other; Sarah turns loose of my dick so she can return the favor when her mother puts her hand on the breast that I'm not busy with. When they're done, Helen guides me to the middle of the bed before she and Sarah move to lie on each side of me. They're on their sides, resting on their elbows looking down at me when Helen tells me "This is the first time that Sarah and I are both with the same man – but we already know that we aren't jealous of each other, and neither of us gets hurt or upset if one of us gets a little more attention than the other; so you don't have to worry about doing something with one of us and not doing it with the other."
Sarah speaks up to let me know "We've learned that both of us like pretty much the same things, though each of us has some things we like more than others. But both of us like pretty much all of it, so you don't have to worry about making either of us happy. We'll trust that you won't 'push' things if you start to do something that one or the other of us doesn't want – but I don't think that will be a problem."
I looked from one to the other before answering "No, I won't 'push'; it's not my way to try and force somebody to do anything they don't want, or like. And I'll trust that you'll understand that I won't know what your 'limits' are until I come to them, if it gets to that point."
Both nodded their understanding and acceptance, visibly pleased to have my verbal confirmation that I wasn't going to try and do anything that would upset them – at least, not deliberately.
That out of the way, the two of them shared another look before each sat up long enough to pivot on her butt so that they were head-to-head (so to speak) with my erect penis. Helen was the first to lower her head and take me in her mouth; Sarah was content to watch after extending a hand and starting to play with my scrotum and testicles.
Helen may not have gotten as much action from her husband as she wanted, but she certainly seemed to have made the most of the time she DID have with him: she did an exemplary job of using her lips and tongue to stimulate the head of my cock before taking nearly the entire thing into her mouth and gently sucking on it for a little bit. Then she got serious about getting me fully erect, and started doing everything she knew to stimulate me to full hardness.
It didn't take her long (!!) to accomplish that goal; when she had, she let me slip from between her lips – apparently so that Sarah could have a turn with me, too. Sarah didn't quite have the skills her mother did, but she certainly made up for it with enthusiasm. While Sarah was doing her thing, Helen added to my pleasure by lowering her head and using her lips and tongue on my balls.
I almost as much pleasure from watching them as I did from what they were doing, and I wanted to enjoy it for as long as I could. To 'distract' myself from the sensations they were generating, I decided to take advantage of our relative positions: while they were industriously applying themselves to stimulating ME, I had two very nicely shaped asses within reach. I was easily able to reach out and put a hand on one cheek of each of their asses, and both of them wriggled a little closer to me so that I could reach more of them, and more easily.
As I'd thought, Sarah's ass was small, tight, and firm under my hand; Helens wasn't quite a match for her daughters, but she didn't miss it by a whole lot, either. In both cases, their skin was soft and smooth and warm to my touch; it was a treat for me to have both of them to enjoy. And when my questing hands finally started to move between their thighs, each of them readily opened herself to my tactile investigation.
My fingertips told me that both sets of labia were long and thick, but still soft; the area between was already slick with eachs arousal. Sarah's pubic thatch was slightly larger than her mothers, and noticeably softer, while Helens was a bit more luxurious in thickness and 'texture'; both were pleasing as hell to my fingertips. Their similarity ended when I reached their clitorises, however. Helens was distinctly larger, while Sarah's seemed to be more sensitive; I was looking forward to finding out just how different they were.
While I was learning all of this, Helen and Sarah had established a pattern of arousing and pleasing me: each would have me in her mouth for a little while, while the other would apply herself to my balls; periodically, they would switch. I could feel a difference in the way each of them went about simulating me – neither was better or worse than the other, just different. And it was a difference I would have delighted in having the opportunity to get used to.
Still, I did have two females doing a singularly excellent job of giving me a tag-team blowjob. As much fun as I was having playing with their asses and exploring the area between their thighs, the stimulation they were providing was moving me closer and closer to a climax. I cautioned them "If you two keep going like that, I'm going to cum!", only to have Sarah answer "Good! When you're ready again, you'll be able to fuck both of us for a nice, long time!"
Figuring that if they were going to take that kind of attitude, I might as well give in, I simply quit trying to hold off. It wasn't but a very few minutes before I felt myself getting close to blowing my load; when I told them that, it was Helen who replied "That's fine – both of us like the taste of cum, whenever you're ready!"
Another minute, and I did let go – into Helen's mouth, I think. But it didn't matter, really, because after the second spurt of my semen rocketed from the end of my dick, I felt them swap again, so that the other one got the rest of my cum. It mattered even less when I opened my eyes after it was over, and saw the two of them involved in what was clearly a deep, passionate kiss – and obviously sharing my jism with each other.
When they finally separated, they both turned to look at me with cat-that-ate-the-canary smiles on their faces before Helen told me "We both know it'll take a little time before you're ready again. Maybe it would help if you watched while we keep ourselves… occupied? Of course, you're certainly welcome to join in if you'd like."
"Yes, it will take a little time; but maybe not as much as you think. And it certainly would help if I could watch and join you", I answered with a smile of my own before moving to sit cross-legged so as to give them more room for whatever they wanted to do.
What they wanted to do was kiss each other again, with the addition of caressing each others breasts. From my vantage point, it was almost like watching ONE woman pleasuring and arousing a copy of herself, the two of them were so similar in appearance. But the knowledge that it wasn't just one woman, or even two sisters, but a woman and her daughter that both fascinated and stimulated me more than I thought possible. I could see two sets of very similar breasts develop erect nearly identical sets of nipples as each caressed and teased the other. Their kisses were long and gentle, but no less passionate because of their leisurely pace. It wasn't but a few minutes before I saw Sarah's hand begin to move down her mothers body, and end its journey between Helens thighs; soon afterwards, one of Helens hands followed much the same path, and stopping at the same spot on her daughter. After only the briefest glance toward me, Helen lifted one leg to put the sole of her foot on the bed – giving me a clear view of how Sarah was softly stroking her labia and clitoris. A moment later, Sarah mirrored her mothers position, and giving me the opportunity to watch when each of them eventually slid a slender finger between the folds of the others labia and slowly bury it deep inside her partners vagina.
The way they were sitting, I could easily see that my fingers hadn't lied to me: both sets of vaginal lips were somewhat long and a little thick; at the apex of their clefts, their respective clits were readily visible. It wasn't but a few seconds before eachs finger was shiny with the others juices; it wasn't long before I could detect the heady aroma of aroused female.
Over the course of the next few minutes, the scent of their arousal quickly filled the room as I witnessed their labia getting longer and thicker and darker with their increasing passion and desire. As was to be expected, there came the time when simply kissing and touching wasn't enough for them; Helen was the one to break off their kiss so that she could move to lie down – considerately, crosswise from where I was seated. Sarah started to follow her mothers example, then changed her mind, moving instead to mirror it: leaving them lying on their sides in something like the traditional '69' position. Each readily lifted a leg to put her top foot on the bed, opening herself to the other; from where I sat at the head of the bed, I had a clearer view of Helens head between her daughters thighs as she moved her head forward to begin licking the oils from Sarah's labia. From the movement of Sarah's head, I figured she was doing much the same for her mother.
As I watched Helen continue to eagerly lap at Sarah's opening, I knew that she was teasing out even more of her daughters essence – and knew, too, that Sarah was almost certainly producing them in abundance, judging from the way Helen was licking her and the increasing thickness of Eau de Femme in the air.
I was content to watch the two of them for several minutes as I recovered from the blowjob they'd given me; but the time came that I simply couldn't just play the part of an observer any longer. I wasn't ready to join them, yet; but I couldn't just sit there, either. So I moved to where Helen was enthusiastically laving her daughters labia and quietly asked "You don't mind if I do a little… exploring?"
She paused only long enough to tell me "Go ahead – I think both of us would like that!"
Still, I made my way toward where Sarah was happily teasing her mother's clitoris to repeat the question, and received her ready approval.
Careful to avoid getting in the way of what they were doing to (and with) each other, I took the opportunity to begin caressing and investigating each of their bodies: they were so similar in appearance that I wanted to find out just how similar they were, aside from the obvious difference in physical size.
Since I was already in the neighborhood, so to speak, I started by simply having a look at the target of Sarah's attention: the area between Helens thighs. My manual exploration of the area had told me that her vaginal lips were long and thick, something that my eyes confirmed: the stimulation she was experiencing had made them easily visible among the russet thicket of her pubic hair. Even though they were larger than some womens, they were still soft and smooth – not like some I'd seen that looked like a pair of dried-up leather shoe tongues. They, and the area between, were glistening with the mix of her own woman's oils and Sarah's saliva. As Sarah's tongue toyed with her mothers clitoris, I could see Helens vaginal opening clenching slightly in response before Sarah lifted her head far enough to block my view.
Moving around them a bit, I could see that Sarah's breasts were visibly 'tight' and her nipples were standing out from her puckered areola. I take the opportunity to slide my hand between the two women so that I can play with them a little – and feeling her nipples get even harder as she softly moans, verifying that she likes what I'm doing.
Easing a little farther along, I get to where I can do pretty much the same thing with Helens tits. With her slightly larger bust, her nipples are pressed against Sarah's lower belly, but Helen arches her back a little to lift her bust up enough for me to reach them. Helens tits aren't as firm as her daughters, but they're easily as smooth and warm, and each makes for a delightful handful. Helen responds to my touch, too, except that she's able to tell me that she likes it, instead of just making a noise, before I scoot myself a little farther.
I stop when I'm in a position where I can watch as Helen uses her tongue and lips to pleasure Sarah; by lowering my head a little, I can see Sarah's mons and the area between her legs. Again, Sarah looks to be about a 90% scale version of her mother. Sarah's labia are shaped a little different than Helens, naturally enough, and I figure that she wasn't 'fudging' any about how little experience she's had with me: from my own experience, I pretty much knew that a woman's vaginal lips tended to stretch some in proportion to the amount of sex she'd had (or, at least, the number of times she'd had something filling her vagina); Sarah's labia were easily even softer, more flexible, and younger-looking than Helens. I can't help but look forward to the time when I'll get to do with them what Helen is.
The two of them are obviously really getting into each other (pardon the pun!), and I'm not ready to join in in any kind of active way – so I decide to kind of 'nibble around the edges' to help them along.
Getting up to my knees, I move close enough that I can start caressing Helen, since she's the one on top. But I'm careful not to ignore Sarah in the process. Where I'm at, and the way I'm touching them, is a little awkward, though; so I move around to where Helens head is so that I reach along the length of her body. It's still going to be a little bit of trouble to include Sarah, but it's a sacrifice that I'm willing to make…
It doesn't take long for us to realize that things are a trifle crowded where I'm at; it turns out that the solution is for Sarah to spread her legs a little more and drape the one on the bed around mine; that opens her even more to her mothers attentions, though, so it worked out.
I start out by just touching them in more-or-less neutral parts of their bodies: slowly and gently running my hands up and down their arms and legs, and along their sides, treasuring the feel of their smooth, soft skin under my hands. I took my time about extending the range of my touch, and making it softer on them; still it wasn't too long before I was including as much of their bodies as I could get my hands on. Along the way, both of them started making pleased/aroused noises in response to what I was doing, and could easily tell that they were also getting closer to climaxing. And where I was, I could feel Helens hair softly tickling my cock and balls – between that, the sounds they were making, and the increased aroma of their arousal, I could feel my penis starting to get longer and harder.
It didn't take much longer of my contributing to what they were doing with each other before I felt Sarah's body begin to tense up under my touch; a little longer, and I could hear her start to make a low-throated moaning sound. Not much later, and I wasn't left with any doubt that she was having an orgasm when I heard her release a series of soft cries as her body gently convulsed underneath her mother.
After Sarah got her wits back, she applied herself to bringing an equal measure of pleasure to Helen – something that resulted in Helen lifting her head in response to something particularly pleasurable that Sarah did, spying my mostly-erect penis waving in the air, and quickly taking it into her mouth after a muttered "That is just what I need now!"
The attention she paid to my manhood soon had me fully erect, despite the fact that she was obviously having to split her attention between what she was doing to me, and what Sarah was doing to her. It wasn't long before her daughters attentions between her thighs (and my activities with the rest of her) had Helen nearly deepthroating my cock as she started groaning her way through her first climax of the night. Only after the first few spasms has washed through her did she release me from between her lips so that she could start taking deep, shuddering breaths between the waves of pleasure that coursed through her.
When it was over for her, Helen looked up at me and said "The way I feel right this moment, I think I'd better pass on doing anything with you for a bit. But I'm sure that Sarah would enjoy having some time with you…" before easing herself from over the youngster.
The look of eager anticipation on Sarah's face when she saw me kneeling there with my erect cock waving in the air in time with my heartbeat made it clear that she'd not only heard what her mother had said, but agreed with it whole-heartedly. Spreading her legs a little farther, she lifted her arms in invitation before telling me "Yes, I would!"
I had to take a few moments to enjoy the sight before me: the delectable bundle of Sarah lying there exposed to my gaze. From the curly red hair framing her lovely face to the delightful orbs of her breasts to the shiny lips of her sex framing her opening, she was a treasure open to my view.
The first thing I do is lean forward so that I can give Sarah a kiss – on the tip of her nose, surprising her, before I tell her "I'm honored that you would be willing to share yourself with me. I can't make up for all you've lost, or for the way you were used. But I can try to give you some comfort, and show you that there are guys that can appreciate you for who you are, and treasure what you have to offer them – not just physically, but the rest of it, as well."
She looked into my eyes for several seconds, as if needing the reassurance of my sincerity. It was only after I could see that she was that I lowered my head to kiss her lips: starting softly and gently, then by matching her increasing affection, and finally by helping to fan the flames of her desires. Along the way, I got to sample the taste of her mothers juices; something that had me looking forward to being able to 'sample' both women. When our lips finally parted, she looked up at me again with something akin to awe before telling me "I thought I was just going to get the chance to really get off tonight. But what you said, and the way you started kissing me… I know that I'm going to get a lot more than that. And that just makes the physical part of it even better, somehow – knowing that you're here with me – us, I mean – because you care."
Having said that, she lifted her head in invitation for me to kiss her again. After our lips separated again, I branched out to apply myself to other parts of her. Not wanting to rush things, I started by gently touching my lips to her face: forehead, eyes, and the tip of her nose again, before moving on to her earlobes and the hollow of her throat. From the point of one shoulder to the other, with a delay to nibble on her slender neck, then slowly working my way down until I was able to take the erect peak of one of her breasts between my lips.
With her hands in my hair to guide me, I applied myself to teasing and pleasing each of her alabaster globes until both were obviously at the peak (pardon the pun!) of arousal. She willingly released my head when I began kissing my way farther and farther down her body; she had no doubt about where I was headed next, and the look on her face made it plain that she was looking forward to my attentions.
As I got closer to my destination, my lips reaffirmed what my eyes and fingertips had already told me: that Sarah's mound was covered with a soft, thick forest that felt wonderful to run my lips through. Between her smooth, firm thighs I finally found the goal I sought: the darkened lips of her womanhood, glistening with the overflow of her oils. Where they came together at the top, the hood of her clitoris was pulled back to expose the small nubbin of her clitoris. After pausing for a few moments to enjoy the scenery, I extended my tongue and ran the tip of it from the bottom of her cleft to the top – collecting a healthy sample of her nectar before giving her waiting clit a small, gentle 'flip' and drawing a gasp of pleasure from her at the contact.
My next pass with my tongue delved a little deeper between her labia; the one after went deeper still. It wasn't long before my tongue and lips were in almost constant motion, accompanied by Sarah's moans of pleasure and increasing arousal.
The taste of her was light, sweet, and fresh; tempting as it was to stay and make a meal of her, the probing of my tongue at her opening had let me know that she was warm and wet and small inside – and I was more than ready to move things along.
After I'd slowly moved my way back over her, she didn't hesitate to pull my head down for a kiss – and getting a taste of herself in the process. As our tongues dueled in each others mouths, I shifted my hips slightly so that my erection was pressing against her mons. She responded by pressing herself up against it and slowly arching her back so that she was rubbing her clitoris and the opening to her vagina along the base of my penis. I wasn't surprised when, a minute or so later, she reached down between us to take me in her hand and slip the head of my cock between her labia and against her opening. When she was ready for me to enter her, she let our kiss end so that she could look up at me in expectation.
Ever the gentleman, I looked into her eyes as I began to ease my hips forward: as tight as I expected her to be, I didn't want to cause her any pain or discomfort in the process of burying my cock in her.
Realizing what I was trying to do, Sarah deliberately tried to relax herself to make it easy for me, too. She didn't give any indication of any difficulty at all as I tried to ease the head of my penis through the tight ring of her opening. In fact, her response was to simply try to press herself up in encouragement for me to continue – and then release a soft groan of pleasure once it happened.
It was at that point that I was surprised by the feeling of a very limber tongue being applied to the rest of my shaft; it took me a moment to realize that it could only be Helen, apparently trying to provide the lubrication that would make it easier for me to fully penetrate Sarah.
Not one to let the gesture or results go to waste, I began pressing forward again – Helens contribution making it possible for me to embed my erect penis in her daughter in a single long, slow thrust that ended with Sarah's russet pubic hair merged with the darker cloud of my own.
Though Sarah's eyes were closed, there was no mistaking the expression of delight on her face. Farther down, her vagina was wrapped around my entire length so tightly that I could almost feel her heartbeat through my penis. On top of that, she was easily as warm and wet around me -if not more so – as I'd thought she'd be. All in all, it was a most delightful beginning to our time together.
In addition to savoring the experience of being inside her, I also wanted to give Sarah the time and opportunity to get used to my presence; she and Helen had made it clear to me that Sarah didn't have all that much experience with guys, and I wanted to make sure that she didn't have any reason to be displeased with the time I spent with her. So I simply held myself still, waiting for the youngster to let me know that she was ready for us to continue. As I did, I heard and felt as Helen sat up on the bed so that her head was no longer between my and Sarah's legs. Looking first at the expression on her daughter's face, then to where we were joined, Helen softly told me "I could see that you were trying not to hurt her. But I knew that she'd like the way it felt if you could get all the way inside her the first try, too – so I did what I could to help make it happen. It was so sexy to watch when you did it; and I can see how much she liked it!"
A few moments later, Sarah opened her eyes and said "I'll bet it was sexy to watch – but not as sexy as it felt! Thanks, Mom; and you, too, Jim for taking your time, and being so gentle about it."
Helen leaned forward so she and Sarah could share a soft, loving kiss; then it was my turn. Except the kiss that Sarah and I had started affectionate, and quickly escalated to something on the far side of incendiary in a matter of just a few seconds. Both of us were panting when it ended. Sarah looked up at me for a few moments before telling me "It feels really good to have you inside me like that. But I'm ready for you to do more than just hold still – and I can damn sure tell that you're 'up' for a little activity, too!"
Her bawdy pun made all three of us laugh for a bit before I lowered my head to start kissing her again as I began to slowly withdraw my cock from the almost too-small confines of her womanhood.
When only a third of my penis was still inside her, I reversed direction and began pressing myself into her again. I wasn't quite as slow about it that time because of the ample coating of her oils that she'd left on me. My inward journey ended with a bit more of my cock inside her than the first time: I could feel the deepest part of her touching the very tip of my manhood. A moment later, I repeated the cycle a trifle faster. Then again, faster still. Over the course of the next couple of minutes, I began making love with her: slowly at first, then gradually increasing the speed and length of my strokes until I'd settled into a rhythm that clearly pleased her but without stimulating ME too much – I still had her mother to deal with, after all.
It didn't take me long to realize that the kid that had gotten her virginity must have been as good as she'd said: there couldn't be any doubt at all that she enjoyed the hell out of sex, rather than still trying to get over some bad initial experiences. I thought to myself that if he'd been as good with his brain as he was with his dick, he'd still have her.
That train of thought was quickly derailed, however, in favor of focusing my attention on Sarah – and more to the point, what we were doing.
As I looked down at her, I could see that Sarah was fully and completely into what we were doing; the expression on her face was one of pure, unadulterated joy and pleasure while she made an assortment of small, pleased noises. She would frequently look up at me, but I could tell that she wasn't really seeing me – she was simply too immersed in the sensations created by our union.
I knew that my wish to get Sarah off before I did was working just a few minutes later, when I felt her body begin to tense underneath me. Not only was she getting tighter around me, but her entire body was intermittently tensing up. It was infrequently, and just for a second or two at first; but as the seconds ticked by, the spasms not only lasted progressively longer and longer, but hit her more frequently, too. I wasn't surprised in the slightest when they finally merged into one big spasm that froze her in place for several seconds as she released a prolonged soft groan. Her vagina got even smaller around me as it happened, but I was able to continue thrusting myself in and out of her womanhood because of a dramatic increase in how wet she got inside.
With the passing of the first wave of her release, Sarah wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down on top of her as she arched her back, trying to get as much of my cock inside as she could. I managed to bury myself in her a fraction of an inch farther – which seemed to be enough, since her second spasm easily seemed to be the equal of the first. As it overtook her, she hugged me tightly enough that it wasn't easy for me to breathe; but the warm cushions of her breasts and the hard pebbles of her nipples easily made up for it.
When I could make my escape from her tight embrace, I resumed my pistoning in and out of her before lowering my head to begin sucking on the peak of one of her breasts. I feel it respond to my efforts by getting firmer between my lips, and its nipple erecting even farther before I switch my attentions to its mate.
Before her orgasm has finished, I've gotten both of Sarah's nipples glistening with my saliva and standing as tall and proud as I think they can. When she's aware of me again, Sarah looks up at me with a mix of appreciation and raw, unbridled lust before she manages to softly tell me "Damn, that was nice! And you're able to keep going, too!"
Beside me, I hear Helen say "She's got the same problem I do – when we climax, we get so small and wet inside that guys usually cum because of it. If you can keep that from happening, then I know I'm going to like having you do me, too!"
Hearing that, I figured I was going to like doing her. But before then, I wanted to make sure and enjoy the experience of the lovely young Sarah – and do my best so that she enjoyed it, too.
It's only a few minutes before Sarah starts to go through the cycle of body-tension that she had on her way to her first orgasm. The second iteration of it seemed to be a 'condensed' version of the first, but with the same end result. Sarah didn't try to hug me after the second; I could feel her body starting to respond again even before she fully had her wits about her.
The third time, it took only a couple of minutes before Sarah was again tensing underneath me, and her climax hit her even faster and more powerfully than the previous times. She barely had time to catch her breath before the cycle began to repeat itself; by the end of it, I could tell that having had four progressively more powerful orgasms in such a short period of time had exhausted her. I gradually slowed, then stopped, my movement in her to look down at her and ask "Do you need or want to take a breather?"
Still panting, she stared up at me for a couple of seconds before answering "Yes, to both – I want, and desperately need a rest. I didn't think that last one was ever going to end! And you weren't helping any by biting my earlobe while you were still fucking me, either!" – the playfully accusing tone of her voice telling me that she wasn't really upset with me, only tired.
Helens shared a deep and loving kiss with her daughter before she turned her head to tell me "She doesn't have all that much more stamina than I do, so if you can tire her out, I know that I'm in for the fucking of my life – and I can't wait for it!"
I took that as my cue to ease myself out of Sarah's intimate embrace and sit back on my heels. Helen looked first at where my erection was standing up between my thighs, then at the rest of me. Seeing the fine sheen of perspiration I'd developed, she told me "When we stop, I want it to be because either I wore out like she did, or you came – not because you got too tired. Lie down, and I'll get on top. At least, for as long as I can, judging from how you left Sarah feeling!"
I did as she instructed, but before she could move over me I told her "I expect it would be a little easier for you to get started if you'd let me get you a little 'warmed up' first…"
Helen looked pleased at my offer, and readily moved to straddle my head so that I had a most delightful view up the front of her body. Cupping the firm globes of her ass in my hands, I lifted my head and ran my tongue along the divide formed by her labia. She'd apparently enjoyed watching me and Sarah, because there was a ready supply of her juices for me to sample before the tip of my tongue reached her clitoris. She tilted her head back and moaned in response to my effort; with that kind of feedback from her, I was more than happy to repeat my actions again and again and again…
It couldn't have been but a minute or two before Helen was moaning almost constantly; I slid my hands upwards from her ass, so that my hands could slip under hers where they were squeezing her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples.
With me providing the desired stimulation there, too, Helen leaned backwards, supporting herself with her arms. That tilted her pelvis enough that I could run my tongue from her perineum to her clit, stimulating her that much more. She was fairly dripping her nectar onto my tongue when she sat up again, telling me "Dear God, I didn't think a man could eat me as good as another woman, but damned if you can't! But I don't want to cum that way; I want it to happen from a nice, hard cock in me."
Having said that, she was visibly reluctant to lift herself off of me and move down to my waist and hips. Looking at where my now-only-mostly-erect cock was resting against my belly, she said "It looks like you could use a little 'warming up', yourself…" before leaning over enough to take my slightly Sarah-sticky penis in her mouth and both cleaning it and bringing me back to full erection. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she swung a leg across me so that she was straddling my hips.
I was momentarily surprised when I felt a hand wrap itself around my manhood – both of Helens were in plain view. Then I remembered Sarah, and looked down to see that she'd managed to roll over onto her side, and was holding me steady in preparation for her mother.
Helen must have known what the youngster was doing, because she leaned forward to put her hands on my chest to steady herself before lifting her hips. Sarah quickly got me positioned against Helens opening, and held me there as Helen started impaling herself on my manhood.
Once Helen had gotten me started inside her, Sarah released me and moved her hand away. As her mother settled lower and lower onto me, I heard Sarah softly comment "God, that is so sexy to watch!"
Helen must have heard her, because she replied "And it's damn sexy to feel, too, as you well know!" – drawing a soft, short laugh. Once she'd settled herself onto me completely, Helen announced to nobody in particular "Damn, this is nice. Toys are okay, but there's not substitute for a real, live man!"
After sitting up again – and getting another fraction of an inch of my cock inside as a result – Helen looked down at me and said "Give me a minute, will you? You're not any bigger than anything we've got, but it's somehow… different with you. I want to get used to it – and enjoy it."
I just smiled up at her and nodded, then eased my hands from her thighs up along her body to her breasts, so that I could cup them and softly tease her nipples with my thumbs. As I was keeping myself entertained that way, Helen simply sat there with her eyes closed. Perhaps a minute or so went by before she opened her eyes again, and started making a few tentative movements with her hips – apparently reacquainting herself with how to move when there was a real, live man beneath her.
She got the hang of it quickly enough, though, and it wasn't long before she started raising and lowering herself above me. She was nearly as tight inside as Sarah had been, as well as just as wet and warm. If I'd had to judge solely by the feeling of how they felt on my penis, I'd have had a damn hard time identifying which was which.
Helen seemed to like what I was doing with her breasts, and leaned forward again, supporting her torso by putting her hands on the bed – which left me with plenty of room to manhandle her mammaries while she started bouncing herself up and down on my cock. In fact, I had enough space that I was able to lift my head far enough to begin sucking on her nipples; and when she let me know it was okay, gently biting and 'chewing' on them, too. When I started doing that, I could feel her getting even wetter inside as she became even more 'enthusiastic' about sliding herself on and off my pole.
Helens breasts were swaying slightly in sympathetic reaction to the motions of her hips and pelvis; but not so much that I couldn't keep her nipples between my lips, or change from one breast to the other. That gave me the freedom to use my hands to re-explore the rest of her amazing body.
After delighting in the feel of the rest of her body, my hands finally settled on squeezing and caressing her incredible ass. Each time she arched herself down onto my cock again, I could feel the muscles under my hands clenching under the warm smoothness of her skin. Helen had started her own version of the body-tensing thing that Sarah had demonstrated, and I knew that she was moving toward her first climax since she'd climbed on top of me. Remembering what she'd said about not 'pushing' them, and what I'd replied about not knowing what their limits were, I decided to do a little experimenting.
By reaching around her a little farther, I was able to slip the end of one of my fingers through the oils that overflowed from where we were joined. With it suitably lubricated, I them ran it up the crack of her ass – and particularly across her anus. The reaction I got from that little test was considerably different than anything I'd expected.
I'd thought that if Helen didn't like it, she'd simply tell me not to do it again; if she did like it, the most I anticipated was some small noise letting me know it was okay to continue.
What I got was a near-scream of "Ohgodyes!"
Getting that kind of response from her, I didn't delay in repeating what I'd just done – with the addition of pressing a little harder against her rectum. She let me know, rather enthusiastically, that she welcomed my second effort, as well. That was all I needed, and I began transferring as much of her lubrication as I could to the pucker of her anus and carefully applying it not only to the outside surfaces, but working it into her opening as well.
While I was engaged in that little task, Helens passion and arousal steadily increased along with the frequency and intensity of the spasms coursing through her. An idea came into my mind, and I quickly went about preparing to put it into action.
So I was completely ready when Helens body finally froze over me as her body tensed with the start of her climax. After the first wave of release washed through her and her body relaxed slightly, I quickly slid my well-wetted middle finger through her back opening and tried to bury it in her as far as I could.
Her reaction was immediate, and extreme: she threw her head back, the tendons of her neck standing out like steel cables in a (thankfully) silent scream of pleasure while her entire body froze in place. That included the muscles of her vagina, which suddenly tightened her so much that I was almost afraid they would force my erect cock out of the warm confines of her womanhood.
She stayed like that for several long seconds before she went through a series of intense spasms that were duplicated around my erection. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever been privileged to witness and experience up until then; and I've never been involved in anything quite like it since.
When it was over, Helen nearly collapsed on top of me; and when I carefully extracted my finger from her nether regions, her body spasmed yet again in response.
I wrapped my arms around her and held her limp form as she panted into my chest. Down toward my feet, I heard Sarah solemnly announce "I've never seen Mother cum that hard! I could see that she liked it, and everything; and I could hear what she said when you started touching her… there, but I didn't think anything like that would happen to her!"
Directing my voice in the general direction of Sarah, I answered "Honestly, I didn't either. I mean, hell, I was surprised when she reacted the way she did when I just touched her there the first time. Do you think she's going to be okay?"
I heard Sarah's soft laugh before she replied "Oh, yeah, I think so, even though that was the hardest I've ever seen her cum. Usually, after she has a really good one, it takes her a while to recover, though. I think it's going to be even longer after that! Why? Are you uncomfortable, or is she too heavy or something?"
"No, I'm not uncomfortable, and she's certainly not too heavy. Matter of fact, it's kind of nice just holding her like this. I just wanted to make sure that everything is going to be all right."
Just then, Helen managed to whisper "Damn you, Jim! Yes, I'll be okay – after my heart quits beating like a jackhammer and my muscles stop feeling like they're made out of rubber bands. There I was having a very nice orgasm, thank you very much, when you went and stuck your damn finger up my ass and tried to kill me with a climax!"
I heard Sarah's soft snicker as I gently hugged Helen before telling her "I really wasn't trying to kill you – honest. You just seemed to like what I was doing, so I figured you might like that, too."
"No, I know you weren't trying to kill me, dear Jim. And I'm really not upset with you about it – ANY of it. Yes, I did like it, as you say. It's just that I've always been sensitive there; even more so when I'm with someone, and what you did caught me by surprise. It felt damn good, but it was a surprise, none the less. You're being a perfect dear to hold me like this, and be worried about me and that you'd somehow done something wrong – you most certainly didn't. But I have to warn you that it's going to be a little bit before I'm ready to have another try with you!"
I knew that Helen heard Sarah's soft laugh when she told her daughter "Go ahead and laugh if you want to – but I'll bet that he could make YOU feel something like that, too, if he wanted to!"
When I saw Sarah sit up, the expression on her face was a mixture of amusement and anticipation as she asked "Mother, is there anything I can get you? Or you, Jim? Something to drink, or eat?"
I could hear the humor in Helen's voice as she answered "I think I need about a pound of steak to get my energy back, and a gallon of some kind of sports drink would be good. But I'll settle for a soda or two and some snacks if Jim will help hold me up."
I softly stroked Helens back and told her "I'd be glad to" before letting Sarah know that something to drink would be appreciated. I watched as Sarah climbed off the bed on her mission of mercy; Helen felt the movement on the bed as her daughter left, and began to get up – only to realize that my erection was still buried in her.
Lifting her head to look into my face, she demanded "Christ, you're still hard? Even after that?"
I gave her a small kiss on the lips before answering "Obviously, I am", prompting her to stick her tongue out at me before carefully lifting her hips to separate us. With only a little help from me, she was able to sit on the bed long enough for me to get myself situated so that I was resting against the headboard before moving to sit on my lap with her back resting against my chest. When Sarah came in with some drinks, she saw that my penis was still erect enough to lie along her mothers cleft – causing her eyes to widen in amazement.
Sarah's eyes stayed locked on my penis except for the few moments it took her to set the drinks on the night stand and tell us "I'll be back in a minute with the rest…"
When she returned, I'd softened a little – but was still fairly close to fully erect. Helen saw where she was looking, and told her "Yes, the son of a bitch is still damn near hard", the tone of her voice telling me that she meant the comment on my parentage as a joke, before she added "He was still as hard as I could have wanted until we got switched around like this. I don't know how he does it; I'm just glad he can."
Sarah set a couple more sodas on the night stand, then handed Helen and I each a warm pocket sandwich. I took a bite, and was surprised to discover that it was actually a fairly tasty barbecue beef.
Helen leaned back against me, and I put my arm around her as the two of us got a little of our energy back; Sarah helped by handing each of us our soda when we indicated we were thirsty.
I was a little surprised when Helen asked me "Jim, I notice that you aren't wearing a wedding ring. You're obviously not gay" – causing all of us to laugh for a moment – "and I somehow get the feeling that you wouldn't be here if there was a woman in your life. Would you mind telling me how it is that someone as good with a woman as you doesn't have a wife – or at least, a girlfriend?"
Nothing for me to do, then, but try to explain to them that the girlfriends I got invariably ended up getting upset with me because I was perfectly happy just driving a cab, and not interested in "making more of myself". It was Sarah that commented that I seemed fairly intelligent, and from there it was a brief period of question-and-answer as I explained to them how I'd dropped out of college, and why. Both had a little trouble understanding it (Helen more so than Sarah), until I explained it by telling them "Look, it's actually pretty easy to understand. If I'd stayed in school and gotten my degree, I'd be just one of a bunch of kids with philosophy degrees. I'd have had to continue on to a a Masters, or even Doctorate, to even begin to stand out from the crowd. Except that I realized that my interest – passion, even – for philosophy in the classical sense didn't jibe with what philosophy had become. Facing that, I knew that I wouldn't be happen doing it as a career; so that left me to decide what I did want to do. Keep in mind that I fully knew that whatever it was, I knew that I'd be doing it for long time – I mean, it would be a career, right? So I looked around at what kinds of jobs an almost-college-graduate could get, and tried some of them. The one that I like most, because it let me apply what I'd learned as a philosopher, was driving a cab. I could have been mediocre to good at anything else, but I knew that I could be a damn good cabbie, so that's what I went with. And I'll point out that it was you, Helen, that told me that I provided – and I quote – 'excellent driving and service'."
Helen pulled my arm from around her waist, but only long enough to get up and turn around on my lap so she could look at me before asking "Okay, I guess I can understand that part of it. I mean, you are easily the best cab driver I've ever ridden with. But how in the world do you get to apply philosophy, as you describe it?"
I smiled at her, and answered "I drive people around. A lot of people. All kinds of people. And like pretty much everyone, sometimes these people have problems. Cabbies, we're kind of like a bartender or barber or any other profession that provides an individualized service to people: our customers or clients talk to us. Sometimes, it's just about trivial stuff like they've got to mow the lawn that weekend and that kind of thing. But there are also times when people will talk to us about stuff that really bothers them, too: a cheating spouse, or knowing about a co-worker that's stealing from their employer, or some other problem that's tying them up in knots. When that happens, I've usually got enough leeway and rapport with the person that I can ask a few questions. I make it sound like I'm trying to understand the problem from their perspective, but what I'm trying to get them to do is shift their view or focus – even a little bit. If I can do that, and I can tell if it's working by how they answer my questions, then I can turn around and maybe ask them a couple of questions to get them started on finding an answer to their problem that works for them. It doesn't always work, of course, and I don't always get to learn the results. But I do hear back often enough that I know it works, and that I am able to help folks. So, as a cabbie, I'm able to take what I've learned about philosophy and actually use it to help real people solve real problems in the real world."
Both of them sat there, just blinking at me for a few seconds, before Helen said "I'll be damned. I couldn't understand how a college dropout could actually be doing anything to help people; but damned if I don't think that you do! You seemed fairly intelligent to me, but I can see now that I wasn't giving you the credit you deserve. And I think that I can understand how and why you would be happy driving cabs, now. I'll bet that you don't get tips like the one I gave you tonight very often; but I'd be willing to bet that you get enough like it to be fairly comfortable – particularly if your tastes aren't expensive."
I smiled and shook my head before replying "No, my tastes are pretty simple, actually. I'm fine with a good beer instead of expensive scotch. I don't feel like I have to have the latest gadgets or gizmos advertised on TV, and I shop for quality instead of brand name or fashionability. And so you don't have to ask, I'm also able to take care of my future, too; I've made some investments, and got some nice savings built up."
I was surprised, then, at the question that Sarah asked me: "What do you think about what Mom told you? About our money, and friends, and all that? And about maybe meeting someone that cares about US, and not our bank accounts?"
Both of them were watching me closely as I thought about it, and were paying close attention when I said "I'm not sure why you figure it has to be an all or nothing deal, as far as the money is concerned. Couldn't you work it as something like a trust, where you get a fixed amount every so often? And from what you said, it sounded like both of you have a lot of free time; is there any reason you can't find something else to do with your time, like working or volunteering someplace so that you come across more real folks, instead of rich people; and get to meet regular guys?" Looking at Helen, I said "I'll bet when you met your husband, he wasn't doing the same job that he was when he died – I mean, didn't he have to pretty much work his way up, too?"
She nodded, and I continued "There you go, then. If you're worried about the money, take it out of the equation: fix things so that even if you DO happen across a leech, he can't take you for everything. If you're not happy with the men you're meeting, then get out to where there're more and different guys. If you've got a problem and an answer that don't match up, then you can either change the answer or change the problem."
Again, both of them simply sat there for several seconds before Helen uttered a soft "Damn", followed a few seconds later with a slightly louder "Well, crap."
Looking at me intently, Helen told me "Damn, you are smart. I've been beating my head against the wall for months trying to figure out how to keep the gold-diggers away from all of our money, and you come up with answers to the problems I was having in just a couple of minutes! Changing the money or guy situation either one would have given me a way out, but you found solutions to both problems – and a third one that I hadn't even recognized yet. You're right; Sarah and I do spend most of our days just killing time and looking for things to do. She wants go on to college, but she doesn't have any idea of what she wants to do, or what she's interested in."
"Why does she have to?" I asked. "The way I figure it, college is to give a young person exposure to a broader variety of subjects; then once they found something that sparks their interest, they could narrow their focus on that particular field. Let her go to college and start taking all the general education classes that aren't taught in high school. Maybe she'll hit on her life's passion in one of them. Remember, there's a lot of stuff available at college that they can't even touch on in high school: sociology, philosophy, mathematics, psychology, accounting, finance, the sciences, history, languages, technology – all kinds of things. If nothing else, she comes out the other side with a pretty good general education, a degree, and more maturity and discipline. At best, she graduates with a whole career ahead of her."
Behind Helen, I could see that Sarah welcomed my input on the matter. I didn't figure the cost of a college education was the problem for them, so it must have been Sarah's uncertainty about what she wanted to do with her life; and I'd just made a fairly reasonable case to her mother why she should be allowed to go.
Teasingly, Helen asked me "Has she been after you to convince me to let her go? If so, you've done a fine job of making a case for it!" with a smile at the end.
I just smiled in return and answered "No, she hasn't. Maybe you just needed to hear it from someone else, too."
"Well, whatever else, we all aren't here to talk philosophy or higher education or anything like that. We're here for a much more serious purpose: getting laid! I don't think I'm quite ready to try you again, though." Turning her head, she asked a grinning Sarah "Perhaps you'd like to be with him?"
Sarah enthusiastically nodded before saying "I think I can figure out something to keep him occupied while you get yourself together" – and then laughed when Helen said "I thought you might."
So it was that the delectable bundle of Sarah and I were engaged in a rather pleasant and stimulating session of '69' to get each other going again, while Helen looked on.
Once she had me hard again, Sarah said that as nice as it was to have me over her the first time, she'd like to do things a little differently; I readily agreed. Me behind her for 'doggy' style saw her through one climax, then we changed over to lying on our sides with me behind her for her second. It wasn't that I was particularly 'long-winded' with either of them; rather, that both of them orgasmed so damn easily.
Her on her back with me sitting between her legs got her through orgasms three and four; I was on my back with her enthusiastically impaling herself on my manhood when Helen decided that she was ready again – and let me know that fact by moving to straddle my face; something I didn't mind in the slightest.
Helen had positioned herself so that she was facing Sarah, who in turn was facing her. I felt both of them lean forward, and could only guess (but an educated one, I think) that they were kissing and/or molesting each other. A few moments later, that guess proved correct when I felt Helens slightly larger hand between Sarah's thighs, teasing her clitoris. Sarah's hands may well have been on her mothers breasts; all I know for certain is that nothing got in the way of my lips and mouth and tongue plundering the treasures between Helens firm silken thighs.
I soon had Helens clit exposed to my negligible mercies, and her labia warm and slick with her tasty nectar. I made a concerted effort to see if I could lick her tonsils from where I was; I couldn't, but the effort earned me a surfeit of her oils when she climaxed. She orgasmed again after I'd sucked on, and gently 'chewed', her labia before fluttering my tongue across her clitoris; the resulting mini-flood of her essence delighted my tastebuds.
While I was busy pleasuring her mother, Sarah had been busy pleasuring herself by bouncing her way through another orgasm – and was slowly approaching another; her progress was slowed not by her lack of responsiveness, but by the limits of her stamina: she was simply getting too tired to keep moving over me as quickly as she obviously wanted to. Lifting herself off my face, Helen then turned to give me a kiss and say "Finish her, then there's something I want you to do for me…"
I nodded my understanding before reaching out to Sarah's hips and getting her to stop her movements. When she looked down at me, I simply told her "You can stay there if you want, and I can take over."
Her face shiny with perspiration, she nodded her agreement before leaning forward and putting her hands on my chest to support her body. Arching my back, I was easily able to begin thrusting up into her. It wasn't but a couple of minutes before she started the cycle that I knew would lead to her release.
I was finally starting to feel the sensations that I knew would end with my own climax when Sarah's orgasm overwhelmed her. Remembering that Helen had said there was something she wanted me to do for her (I doubted that it involved washing and waxing their car), I managed to stave off my own climax – despite the not inconsiderable stimulation that Sarah provided.
With the end of her orgasm, Sarah managed a controlled collapse on top of me; in the process of getting my arms around her and the two of us comfortable, I contrived to slide my hard cock from the too-stimulating clutches of her womanhood.
I carefully rolled us over so that we were laying on our sides and began caressing her side and back as both of us caught our breath. When she was able to speak again, Sarah looked deep into my eyes and with a note of awe in her voice quietly told me "That was fucking incredible. Why in gods name would people do drugs when there's sex?"
Off to the side, I heard Helen's soft laughter before she told her daughter "See? I told you he could do it to you, too!"
We stayed like that for a few minutes longer before Helen asked "Dear, there's something I want him to do for me – if you don't need him?"
Sarah softly laughed before answering "Oh, I need him, all right – so he can keep me feeling like this for, oh… the rest of my life? But I know what you mean, and no, I don't need him just now."
Having said that, Sarah moved her arms from where she'd been holding me, allowing me to sit up. I looked over at Helen expectantly, and she answered my unspoken question by telling me "There's something I've been tempted to do several times before, but never had the desire and opportunity at the same time – until tonight. I wanted someone that I knew I could trust to do it right; my first choice would have been Tom, but either he wasn't around when I was willing and able, or we were too busy with other things. Now, tonight, you've not only shown me that you're someone to be trusted, but you've also reawakened the desire."
Seeing the confusion on my face, she told me "I want you to have sex with me – in my ass."
I heard Sarah's gasp of surprise, and Helen must have seen how much of a shock it was to me, too, because she said "I already told you that I get sensitive… there… when I'm having sex. You told us that you wouldn't 'push' things while you were with us; and you haven't. When you first started touching me there, you were thoughtful enough to use some of my… wetness to make sure you didn't cause me any discomfort. And you were slow about doing it so that I could let you know whether or not it was okay with me; I expect you know that it was!" – the last part with a small, nervous laugh before she continued "In fact, you were so gentle and considerate about it that you actually made it even better for me when you did what you did while I was having my climax. That got me thinking about trying anal sex again – and particularly with you. I rather suspect that I'll like it, all things considered, if it's done right; and I think that if there's anyone I can trust to do it right, it's you. So assuming that the idea of anal sex doesn't push one of your limits – would you?"
It took me only a few moments to make my decision: she wanted me to, and I was certainly willing enough, so there wasn't anything for me to say to her except "I'm not going to insult you by asking if you're sure – you wouldn't have said anything if you weren't – so yes, I'll do it. I'm honored that you would trust me enough to ask, and I'll do my best to do it 'right', as you say."
A look of relief flashed across Helens face before she turned her head slightly to tell Sarah "Dear, I know it's maybe a surprise to you to hear that I'd think of something like that, but I really have wanted to try it before. I don't want you to think that I want to keep you out of this, either: I'm certainly going to want your help! As much as I want to do this, I'm still nervous as hell about it; and you know just how to help me relax so that it's as easy as possible for me."
Sarah solemnly nodded her understanding and agreement before asking "So… what can I do?"
"First, you can stop looking so damn serious! Honestly, dear, I really do want to do this – here, and now, and with Jim. God! I can feel myself getting so wet, just thinking about it! Then, if you would, you could get the lube from your suitcase; I expect that we're going to need it, don't you?"
The question at the end was what brought a smile to Sarah's face before she answered "Yeah, I expect you will!" before getting up and leaving to do as her mother had asked.
Helen turned to look back at me, and saw that I was sitting there patiently. After she raised an eyebrow, I answered the implied question by telling her "I'm not going to force this, or push for it to happen. In fact, I'm perfectly willing to stop and call the whole thing off any time – but the call whether or not to do that is entirely up to you, and for whatever reason you choose: whether because you think it'll be too messy, it gets too painful, you change you mind, whatever. Even if you want us to stop after things get going, I'll do as you ask. If you're not one hundred percent sure, at any time, then it stops, as far as I'm concerned."
I could see her visibly relax at hearing that, and told her "I already told you that I don't 'push'. And I most definitely don't willingly hurt people. You said that you trust me, and I'm letting you know that you're right to."
A moment later, Sarah reappeared with a tube of something in one hand, and what looked like a couple of different-sized towels in the other; she showed me the brand, and I recognized it as one of the water-soluble types. That little bit of information started a little movie going in mind, visualizing the two of them playing with the 'toys' they'd mentioned. The movie was cut short when Sarah handed it to her mother, who then told me "I'm going to presume that you've done this before – had anal sex. With a woman, I mean."
I couldn't help grinning before I answered "As a matter of fact, I have. With women."
Helen was blushing slightly as she said "Well, I'd welcome any suggestions or advice you might be willing to share. How should we do this?"
Looking into her eyes, my first response was "However is easiest and most comfortable for you."
I followed that up by saying "You said that Sarah knows just how to relax you so that it's easier for you, didn't you?"
Helen nodded, and I went on "Then my first thought is to get that stuff on me. Then Sarah can get you 'relaxed', and when you're ready, I'll use it on you and we can give it a try."
From the expression on Helen's face, I knew that she understood that the bit about me using the lube on her was to give her plenty of time to change her mind, if she wanted to. But to my surprise, she got a look of resolve and anticipation before answering "That sounds just fine, Jim; that's what we'll do." Then turning to Sarah, she asked "Do you want to do the honors, dear?" while offering the tube back.
Sarah considered it for a moment, and then answered "No, Mother, you go ahead. I'm glad to help in whatever way I can; but I don't want to take anything away from what should be your experience."
Helen smiled, and gently caressed Sarah's face before whispering "Of course, dear. Thank you."
That settled, I moved over to where Helen was; she looked into my face for a few moments before uncapping the lube and squeezing a generous amount into the palm of her hand, saying "This is not the time to be stingy with this stuff, is it?", and laughing when I answered "I think not."
A trifle nervous at first, Helen was soon enjoying the experience of getting my erect penis thoroughly coated; once she was satisfied, she picked up the smaller of the two towels Sarah had brought and wiped the surplus from her hand.
What could have been an awkward moment turned into something far more loving when Sarah leaned forward to kiss her mother. That kiss started with obvious love and affection, but ended with no small amount of passion and desire. Another kiss followed that soon had them caressing each others breasts as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. As a third kiss progressed, Helen gently guided Sarah onto her back. When the kiss ended, Helen went about reversing her position, then slowly kissed and sucked her way down her daughters body while Sarah returned the favor. It wasn't long before they were in a '69' position, just as they'd been before – and doing much the same things. It wasn't long before the scent of aroused female waxed strong again, and even less time passed before I heard Helens cry of pleasure and release.
That was the cue for me to move behind her, and after applying a goodly amount of the gel to my fingers, begin applying it to her anus and working it into her opening. Helen moaned in increasing arousal as I proceeded; but it wasn't until I'd refreshed the supply of lube a couple of times that I was satisfied that we could begin.
After cleaning my hand of the excess gel, I gently put my hands on Helens ass and carefully spread her cheeks before moving to rest my penis against her pucker. I paused then, waiting for her to let me know what she wanted me to do. She made her choice known by pressing herself back against me.
The angle was a bit 'off', and the head of my cock slid away. Helen seemed to realize what the problem was, and arched her back slightly to compensate. For my part, I released my hold on one of her ass cheeks to hold my erection steady after getting it repositioned. Again, I waited for Helen to push back against me slightly before trying to press myself into her.
I knew that she was nervous, and slowly increased the pressure I applied to her rectum so that she'd know I wasn't going to 'force' the issue. I felt her begin to calm down, and then deliberately try to relax herself in response. Below us, I knew that Sarah was watching us – I could feel her warm breath on my balls, and her hair softly tickling the insides of my thighs.
As snug as Helen's vagina had been, her anus was even tighter; I was starting to think that it simply couldn't happen when she suddenly rocked backwards hard and far enough that I popped into her – accompanied by a deep, loud groan.
Immediately, Sarah reached up to grab my hips, ready to try and force me back; her grip on me relaxed only when we heard Helen's throaty, but obviously pleased, "Holy Christ!"
I heard a still-concerned Sarah ask "Are you okay, Mother? Do you want him back out?"
I could hear the mixture of amusement and arousal in Helen's voice when she answered "Yes, I'm fine, dear; and for God's sake, don't pull out, Jim! I wanted this SO badly, and I was afraid that it was never going to happen. Now that it has, it feels so much better than I thought it would! I just need a minute to get used to it, is all; it feels like someone stuck a telephone pole up my ass!", followed by a short, soft laugh.
Satisfied that her mother wasn't in any pain – and apparently quite the contrary, in fact – Sarah released her hold on my hips. I heard her softly apologize "I'm sorry if I… bothered you, Jim."
I quickly assured her I understood, then Helen asked what had happened. Sarah hesitantly explained what she'd done, followed by my reassurance that not only wasn't I wasn't bothered or offended, I lauded Sarah for her willingness to try and protect Helen.
Understanding the what and why, Helen didn't hesitate to let Sarah know that she hadn't done anything wrong; just the opposite, actually. That seemed to give Sarah permission to tell us "Well, I just wanted to be sure. I mean, watching it from here, it was absolutely amazing. I mean, I didn't think he was going to be able to get it in you without like, ripping you open, or something."
Again, I could hear the amusement in Helens voice as she answered "That thought crossed my mind, too! I'm happy to say, though, that it wasn't necessary. As a matter of fact, I think I'm ready to go on if you are, Jim."
I knew that both of them could hear the humor in my voice when I replied "I think I can manage that…" before getting both hands on Helens hips.
Holding her steady, I began easing my way farther and farther into Helen's incredibly tight ass – greatly assisted by the lubrication that both of us had been so generous with.
It likely took a couple of minutes before I was fully embedded in Helen's sphincter, my pubic hair wedged into the crack of her ass. When it happened, I heard Sarah's soft gasp, accompanied by a deep groan from Helen. I quietly told Helen "That's about it. We might get a little more in once you're ready for me to start being active, though."
"Jesus! This is more than enough, thank you very much! Damn, and I thought your finger felt big…"
I couldn't help grinning as I told her "Well, I suppose I can just wait here, then, until you're ready."
In return, I somehow knew that Helen was amused, too, when she answered "Thank you, I appreciate your patience and forebearance. The rest of it was pretty easy, so I don't think you'll have to wait too long…"
True to her expressed desire to help without getting in the way, Sarah started her contribution just then by starting to apply her considerable oral talents to her mother's mons – and teasing my balls a little in the process.
I did my own part toward helping Helen by leaning forward enough that I could begin stroking and caressing her body, just as I'd done earlier. Between Sarah and I, it didn't take long at all before I felt Helen begin a slow rocking motion as she tentatively slid the tight ring of her anus on my manhood. It took even less time for her to decide that she liked the sensation, and start expanding the range of her motions until she had nearly half my cock sliding in and out of her ass.
What she was doing felt pretty damn good, but there wasn't any chance that I was going to cum any time soon, either, so I was perfectly content to let her move along at whatever pace she was comfortable with. I didn't have the slightest doubt that with the added stimulation that Sarah was providing, it wasn't going to be long before Helen would be ready for me to become more 'active'.
As I'd expected, the combination of having me in her ass and Sarah between her thighs soon had Helen frozen in the throes of an orgasm. And also as anticipated, Helens sphincter clamped down on me far more tightly than her vagina had. It was going to be a bit of a challenge, finding something that would leave both of us feeling pleased.
As Helens orgasm tapered off, I started moving in her. That let her hold still, making it easier for Sarah to pleasure her mother – and if she wanted, for Helen to do the same for Sarah. Sarah demonstrated her appreciation by tilting her head back every so often so she could lick my balls as they swung forward; it was a gesture that I truly appreciated.
It took only a little experimentation for me to find a stroke and tempo that satisfied both Helen and me – long strokes or short ones, fast or slow, she seemed agreeable to damn near anything, as long as it involved my cock sliding in and out of her ass! Between the sound and scent of what Helen and Sarah were doing to and with each other, Sarah's attentions to my balls, and how close I'd been to unloading myself into Sarah not so very long ago, it didn't take long for me to get that old familiar feeling once again. The only challenge left to me, really, was that of timing: when I did cum, I wanted it to be with Helen, figuring that way both of us would enjoy it more.
I didn't have to 'pace' myself very long before Helen started her second orgasm since I'd gotten my cock buried in her ass; between the time she spent recovering from it and getting started toward another, I had ample opportunity to get the timing lined up for what I had in mind.
As Helen started moving toward another climax, I was doing my part to stimulate her – and myself. The sensations she created around my manhood as it seesawed through her sphincter was moving me toward my own release, even as I was moving her closer and closer to her orgasm. The two of us kept feeding off of each others arousal as Sarah's attentions to both of us accelerated the process. Things reached the point where I knew that Helen was about to climax; for myself, I was feeling the stirring in my balls that signaled my own imminent release.
It was when Helen froze in place again with the start of her orgasm that I let myself go, all but slamming my hard cock as far into her as I could in time with the contractions that clenched her anus around me.
The reaction from her was almost identical to the one I'd caused by slipping my finger into her ass earlier – but with the addition of a high-pitched keening sound. And that sound only intensified when she felt me finally emptying myself into her, jetting spray after spray of my jism into her bowels as the rosette of her anus repeatedly clenched around the very base of my manhood.
Helen remained all but motionless for the first few eruptions of my penis before her head dropped; she managed to take a deep, shuddering breath and press herself back against me before lifting her head and freezing in place again. I'd nearly finished emptying myself into her when she relaxed long enough to lower her head again and take another gasping breath before the onset of the next wave of her release overwhelmed her. Once that one was over, the force of the ones that followed seemed to taper off rather quickly; it wasn't until later that I realized that if she'd had the strength and energy, her last orgasm would likely have lasted much, much longer.
Even so, I'd completely emptied my balls in her and even gotten my breathing back to normal when I felt her body begin trembling. It took me only a second to realize what was happening and tell Sarah "Sarah, you'd better get out from underneath her, now. I think she's about to go down."
It took Sarah only a moment to realize that her mother must be going through an even more powerful response than before at what I'd done, and she quickly managed to eel herself out from underneath us. It was a good thing she did, too, because it was all I could do to control Helen's collapse onto the bed so that she didn't hurt herself – or me, since her anus had a near-deathgrip on my penis, and I found it prudent to keep up with her.
Once both of us were on the bed, Sarah quickly helped me get her mother and me rearranged so that we could be at least semi comfortable while we waited for Helen to recover.
Helen's sphincter gradually relaxed to the point where I could consider rescuing myself; I let Sarah know what I was going to do and what I thought would happen, and she got ready with the larger of the two towels she'd brought. Arching my hips back, I managed to ease myself out of Helen's ass – and as I figured, making it possible for my cum to start oozing out. Sarah quickly got the towel positioned on the bed, and then helped me get the almost catatonic Helen rolled over onto her back.
I told Sarah "I'd like to wipe myself up a bit; would you stay here and hold her until I get back?"
Sarah answered "You go ahead and stay there; I'll go get you a damp washcloth…"
She wasn't gone long, and when she got back onto the bed with us, I reached out for the slightly steaming cloth she had in her hand. With a small shake of her head, she told me "No, you just hold her – I'll clean you up."
Putting my arm back around Helen, I twisted my body slightly so that Sarah would have easier access to my equipment. After she'd gently, but thoroughly, wiped me off, I thanked her. She just gave me a look and said "You don't have to thank me. What I just did for you is nothing compared to what you did for Mother. I… I'm kind of glad, now, that I didn't ask you to do anything that would have left me like that, though."
The two of us looked at each other for several seconds before we heard Helen croak "You should be glad."
Of course, both of us immediately tried to find out if there was anything we could do for her; after only minor confusion, Helen finally managed to let Sarah know that she desperately needed something to drink. Sarah left to do as asked, and quickly reappeared with a large cup of something with a straw sticking out of it. I managed to lift Helens upper body far enough that Sarah was able to bend the straw so that her mother could drink. Both of us waited as patiently as we could until Helen indicated she was done – at least, for the moment.
When her head was resting on a pillow I'd gotten under it, Helen looked at both of us; me first, then Sarah, who she told "Thank you, dear. That was absolutely the most incredible orgasm I've ever had – and I truly hope I never have another one like it."
Seeing concern on Sarah's face, Helen said "No, don't be worried or anything, darling. I wouldn't have passed that experience up for the world. I'm glad I did it… really. I just don't think that it's anything that I'd want to do again, is all. I don't think I could stand it!"
She gestured that she was ready to drink again, and when Sarah had brought the cup close enough, Helen was able to raise up enough to drink on her own. That done, she turned to me again and said "And I do hope you aren't experiencing any regrets about it, either, Jim. You did just exactly what I wanted you to, and the way I wanted you to do it. You were patient and gentle and caring at the beginning, when I needed you to be. Then once I was… comfortable with it, you were as 'enthusiastic' as I could have wanted. I think both of us knew that if it worked out, I was going to have an even stronger reaction than when you just put your finger in me – and damned if that isn't exactly what happened. I just told Sarah that I wouldn't have passed up the experience, and I meant it: I don't have even the slightest regret, except for possibly causing either of you any worry or concern."
I looked at Sarah, and she understood that being Helens daughter and family, I wanted her to speak first. She hesitated only a moment before saying "I wasn't worried about what happened, exactly; it was more that I was surprised by how hard it hit you, is all. I could tell that Jim wasn't hurting you, or anything, and that you were really enjoying it – a lot. Like I said, I was just surprised at how much!"
Reassured that Sarah was okay with what had happened, Helen turned to me so I could tell her "Yeah, I figured it could be more. And I've got to confess that I wasn't afraid to try and make it more, too. But I guess if you're okay with it all, then there's nothing for me to say about it, really."
Helen looked a little surprised to hear that I'd actually tried to make her orgasm stronger, but easily accepted the rest of what I had to say before extending her arm and gesturing that she wanted Sarah to snuggle up with her, too – something she did quickly and happily.
When Sarah and I were both on our sides and each had an arm draped across Helen, she got a look of pleasure and contentment on her face before she told us "If you two don't mind, I think I'd just like to lie here for a bit and get my strength back." She looked at me first and said "After the way you've made us feel tonight – particularly me! – I think we girls could use a little freshening up and cleaning. I think both of us got much more from our time with you tonight than we had any reason to expect, or even hope for; and I know that I want to give you a proper 'thank you' and sendoff." Then she told Sarah "I expect that Jim would still like to go home and get at least some rest after all he's done for us tonight. If you're willing to wait for me, I'm fairly certain that all three of us will fit in the shower. God knows, I'm going to want someone in there with me to make sure I don't drown!"
Sarah and I both laughed at that last part before she happily nodded her head.
I'm not sure how long the three of us just lay there; I know that I was fairly content to simply be there with them, holding Helen close. But the time finally came when I heard Helen say "I think if I stay here and 'rest' any more, I'm going to fall asleep – and I don't want that to happen, just yet. Are you two ready to make sure I stay safe by joining me in a quick shower?"
Naturally, both of us were, and Sarah and I each held one of Helens hands as we made our way into the bathroom. I got to hold Helen while Sarah got the water started and the temperature adjusted; then it was all three of us under the spray. We may have been a trifle crowded, but I don't think any of us really noticed, or cared, for that matter. Each of us got an extremely thorough cleaning by the other two; when I was helping take care of Helen, I couldn't resist running a fingertip across her anus a couple of times. Both times, she shuddered in pleasure, then told me after the second one "Damn it, Jim, if you don't stop doing that, I swear you'll make me cum again – and I'm already too damn weak!" – the tone of her voice letting me know that she was teasing me back, rather than being upset with me. Sarah, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind in the slightest when I did it to her.
Once we'd rinsed off and gotten dry, the two of them teamed up to 'help' me get dressed again. I hadn't been groped that much since the time I accidentally wandered into a gay nightclub.
When I was finally ready to head home, Sarah moved in front of me and pulled my head down for a kiss; to my surprise, it was (mostly) chaste, and affectionate. Looking into my face afterwards, she told me "Thank you, Jim. Not just for what you did with me, but for what you did for me, too."
Then it was Helen's turn, and her kiss was as chaste and loving as Sarahs had been before she quietly told me "I want to thank you, too. Not just for what you did for us with your body, though that was incredible, but what you did for our hearts, and even minds. You did more for us than we had any right to expect, or hope for. I doubt that we'll ever see each other again, but I want you to know that neither of us is ever likely to forget you, or tonight."
With that, Sarah moved close again, and both of them gave me a hug; after I hugged them back, I each of them graced me with a kiss to the cheek before letting me leave.
Once back in my apartment, my cat Demosthenes complained about supper being late; once I'd quieted his demands, I undressed and headed straight for bed: it HAD been a 'strenuous' evening and somewhat long day. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but reflect on how lovely the two of them had been, and how lucky I was to have had the time with them that I did. Not only were they attractive and passionate lovers, they were good and kind people, too. I managed to send them my best wishes for their future before finally falling asleep.