My Mother, My Lover Ch. 05

Carole moved to take off the chemise, then stopped. "No, Dee-Dee, you do it -- please?"

"Mmm yes, you have such gorgeous tits," Dee-Dee responded and drew the chemise slowly over her sister's head, revealing her breasts with their dark areolas and the nipples already hard and extended. "My, my, we are excited, aren't we," and pinched each nipple hard between finger and thumb, causing Carole to gasp and hum with the sensation.

Dee-Dee looked briefly at me and smiled, then taking each nipple, pulled Carole's tits until they were taut cones standing well out from her chest.

"Yesss, Dee-Dee, ooh my god, I love that. Please play with my tits, it's so good. It's a wonderful way to get me worked up and eager."

Dee-Dee bent slightly, running a finger across her sister's pussy, causing another gasp. "So I see," she said. "Now lick my finger clean, you bad girl."

Carole complied enthusiastically.

"Now, Carole, my dear sweet sister, do the same for me. We're so much alike -- please strip me and play with my tits," and Dee-Dee moaned in pleasure as Carole took her at her word.

Then taking each other's hand, and looking into each other's eyes, rather like a pair of infatuated schoolgirls, they moved slowly and silently to the bed and climbed on.

They cuddled together, each rubbing her tits against the other. They held each other close, mashing and mauling their tits with obvious sounds of great satisfaction. Carole stroked her sister with long slow strokes along her back and down to her butt, patting it when she got there. Dee-Dee, in turn, nuzzled into Carole's neck, kissing her behind the ear and nibbling at her lobe.

They were both warming up, when Dee-Dee said, "Enough of this foreplay, let's get down to some serious fucking," and pushing Carole onto her back, ran her hand down to her sister's smooth, shaven pussy, now glistening with her juice. Dee-Dee slipped first one, then two fingers into her sister's pussy, causing her to whimper and moan. Then changing direction slightly, she curved one finger upwards, finding Carole's G-spot. Carole's moan turned to a soft scream of pleasure and she grabbed at Dee-Dee's head, holding it tight.

"I don't think you're going to last too long, Carole my love. Hasn't Jesse been doing his duty often enough?"

"It's not that," Mum came to my rescue, "it's just that this is so naughty but so nice."

"As naughty as fucking your own son?" Dee-Dee was deliberately provocative.

"No, perhaps not, but it's different naughty, and you know just how to wind me up. Now it's my turn to wind you up."

With that, Carole shimmied down the bed, and ran her tongue across the engorged lips of her sister's pussy. Dee-Dee squealed with passion, but the squeals turned to moans as Carole opened her mouth and covered the whole of Dee-Dee's pussy, sucking the lips into her mouth, working her tongue up and down the slit and rolling it around her clit.

"Ooh my god, yes, ooh, aargh, mmm, yes oh shitshitshit, that's so good. Carole, who taught you that trick; as if I didn't know," Dee-Dee looked at me through smoky eyes and I grinned back at her.

Then there was a change. Dee-Dee clearly wanted the adventure to last longer, so she rolled onto her side and pulled Carole upwards, kissing her deeply when she had manoeuvred her sister into position. "Now spread your legs as wide as you can, you slut," Dee-Dee challenged her, and when she did so, Dee-Dee knelt between her sister's legs, then pulled her pussy up until they were both pressed together. "Now wrap your legs round my arse,: Dee-Dee demanded, "and pull me in as close to you as you can." Dee-Dee then returned to pinching and pulling Carole's nipples and Carole reached up and returned the favour.

The mutual friction and stimulation of two wet pussies and two sets of engorged tits created a series of gasps, moans, coos, whimpers and squeals from both women. Carole shuddered as she lay on the bed and Dee-Dee tossed her head in a frenzy, making her hair fly in all directions. As a result, I generated an erection that I hardly knew what to do with and found myself pulling my cock out of my jeans and stroking myself for release.

"Dee-Dee, oh fuck, you're so good, I don't think I can hold off much longer, I'm going to cum in a minute," Carole gasped in a broken voice.

"Not yet, you hot bitch," Dee-Dee had taken charge. "Just one more change of pace, then I might let you cum."

Carole was more passive and whimpered, "Mmm, Dee-Dee, please don't make me wait too long. I desperately need an orgasm or I'll collapse into little pieces."

With that, Dee-Dee slid one leg under Caroline's and one leg over the other, bringing them into a scissors position.

"Going to try a little tribbing, are we?" I enquired cheekily, but was just greeted by a smirk from Dee-Dee, saying, "Get back to your wanking little boy, and leave the serious sex to us."

The direct pressure on their respective clits created a rising turmoil of lust and anticipation and caused them both to cry out and gasp as their respective orgasms grew closer. Dee-Dee knew what she was doing and was aiming for each of them to climax at the same time. They both became consumed in the thrill of the approaching summit. They worked against each other in an almost frantic determination to explode in monumental orgasms. The accompanying sounds were highly erotic in their own right, gasps and moans of joy, with each calling her sister's name continuously.

"Oh Dee-Dee, you are fantastic, I'm cumming, sweetheart, I'm going to cum all over your hot pussy. God, this is so good, I can't hold off any longer, god, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, yesyesyesyes ...." And her cries turned to a scream as her orgasm hit her like a freight train at full speed.

In turn, Dee-Dee cried out, "I'm cumming too, you beautiful slut, I'm going to cover your pussy with my juice. Let it all happen, Carole, do me, make me cum, oh yes, oh god, fuckfuckfuckfuck ....," as her orgasm blasted through her whole body.

I was enthralled by the whole performance and sat up and applauded as they both recovered from the joyful experience and sorted out the tangle of legs, coming together in a gentle, smiling embrace.

Carole looked deeply into Dee-Dee's eyes, and then said naughtily, "Dee-Dee, I know this goes against all your beliefs, but if I promise to give Jesse a blowjob he'll never forget, I might be able to persuade him to get over here and lick our pussies clean. What do you think?"

Dee-Dee laughed. "Wow, my own personal cunt cleaning service. Well, so long as he promises to only use his tongue, I guess that would be quite hot. Okay, slave, get over here and lick us clean."

"Yes, mistress," I replied with mock humility," and tucking my cock back in my jeans, I climbed onto the bed. Starting with Dee-Dee, I stroked my tongue along her slit and into her pussy, extracting the combined succulent juices of the two sisters. She murmured with pleasure, but when I went as far as to flick her clit with the tip of my tongue Dee-Dee gasped and shoved my head away. "That's quite enough you evil man," she laughed. "You can do that sort of thing to your mother as much as you like, but not to me."

"Thank you, mistress," I replied and went down on mum's sweet, smooth pussy, drinking up the juices from her and Dee-Dee's cunts. This was similarly greeted with little yelps of delight.

"There you are, mummyslut, clean as a whistle and ready for whatever use you want to put it to!"

Carole growled deep in her throat. "Now come here young man, you need to be properly rewarded for doing such a good job." As Dee-Dee watched on in amusement, Carole released the catch on my jeans and pulled out my by now rigid cock. She went straight down and licked and stroked my cock, applying plenty of saliva until I was completely slick. She took the head into her mouth and sucked hard, causing me to moan and sob with the intense pleasure to my sensitive cock. Realising that I was getting close, Carole sucked the whole of my cock into her mouth with her throat muscles massaging it towards a mind-blowing orgasm.

Dee-Dee was encouraging Carole in her usual earthy way. "Ooh nice piece of meat you've got there, sis, chew it hard so it doesn't choke you. Careful it might spit in your mouth and you'll have to swallow all his nasty gunk. I reckon you've got him just where you want him; now you could bite it off." And so on.

Carole alternated the deep throating with allowing me to almost pull out, licking along the lower side of my cock and across the hole at the top and enjoying the pre-cum that was relentlessly oozing from my increasingly uncontrollable cock. The she again sucked hard on the head, running her tongue along the soft sensitive skin beneath the head.

"Oh fuck, Carole, I can't hold out much longer, make me cum, please my gorgeous mother. Make me shoot my cum down your throat. Make me give it all to you. God, this is so good, more, more, more, don't ever stop, take me over the top. Oh my god, Carole my lovely slut, here it comes." With that, my balls drew up and all the muscles at the base of my cock tingled as if they'd been hit with an electric shock. One final stroke of her tongue against my soft sensitive prepuce and my cum blasted up through my cock, flooding into Carole's mouth in three or four heavy pulses. Carole swallowed everything I had to offer her, then moved up along my body and kissed me deeply and passionately, sharing the taste of my spend with me.

Dee-Dee giggled. "Don't expect me to share the nasty stuff with you, Carole," but I just stuck out my tongue and blew her a raspberry.

A short while later, as we went to bed for the night, Carole cuddled up to me and whispered, "I hope you're not too jealous, honey?"

"No, my sweet Carole, only just a tiny bit, but I know how much you enjoyed each other, and how much you love your sister. So it's not a big deal."

"Jesse, I'll tell you a secret, but don't you ever tell Dee-Dee. I really did enjoy our adventure, and I guess it's possible I might do it again if she gets really lonesome. But you're my Jesse, my lover and I adore you. I wouldn't ever even think of thinking about swapping you for Dee-Dee. Sorry, honey, but you're stuck with me for the duration."

"Carole, my lovely mother, you are all I want. I trust you totally, and if you feel a need to be with Dee-Dee, that's okay with me; she's part of the family, and I love her for who she is. To coin a phrase, Carole, my lover, I adore you, and you, too, are stuck with me for the duration."

With that, we kissed long and lovingly, and went to sleep.

Funny how phone calls tended to change the direction of our lives. The next day, I had an unexpected call from my cousin Charlie. She sounded very stressed and as if she was fighting off tears. "Jesse, I'm so sorry to be a nuisance and force myself into your life, but I desperately need help and advice. Would it be possible for me to come over and talk to you? Please, Jesse, I'm at my wits end." I agreed, although not without some reluctance, and Charlie told me she would arrive in about an hour, thanking me profusely.

"Who was that, honey?" mum queried.

"My cousin Charlie, mum -- seems like she's in some sort of trouble and wants me to help her sort it out. The perils of becoming a psychologist," I commented and sighed.

Mum smiled. "Make her welcome, Jesse -- I'd like to see her again; it's been a long time."

Charlie arrived a little later looking drawn and haggard. I introduced her to mum and invited her to tell me her story. She was a bit hesitant at first, but she soon broke through the barrier. "Jesse, I guess I am sort of seeking sanctuary."

"I see," I replied, "Sanctuary from who or what?"

"Oh god, this will sound crazy or stupid or just plain unbalanced. I've moved out from the family home after I came out and acknowledged that I'm gay. Their response was horrible. My parents wanted to put me into some sort of treatment program to 'cure the illness' as mother put it. Then, to complicate matters, I lost my job at the radio station because one of the women there accused me of sexual harassment. So it looked as if I'd be wholly reliant on the family. Then they started the treatment bullshit and the last straw was that they tried to force feed me with religious arguments against homosexuality. So I either had to flee or I would've gone quite crazy and they'd have had me locked up."

Mum was immediately sympathetic. "You poor thing. You must stay here for as long as you need to, and we'll do whatever we can to help you."

"How much of that did you catch, Dee-Dee?" mum enquired as Dee-Dee came into the lounge.

Neither mum nor I really believed in love at first sight, but our beliefs were now shaken to the core. Charlie acknowledged the introduction to Dee-Dee and vice versa, but they couldn't keep their eyes off each other.

"I didn't get the whole story," Dee-Dee commented, "but I understand that Charlie has some family troubles."

"Mmm, you could put it that way," Charlie sighed. "My family effectively threw me out when I recently came out as a lesbian.

Dee-Dee gasped, and Charlie looked a little concerned. "Oh, I'm sorry, Dee-Dee I hope I didn't offend you?"

"No, no my dear, it's almost exactly the opposite. You see, I'm gay as well. It destroyed my marriage when my husband found out, and then I found sanctuary with Carole and Jesse. So I guess we're in the same boat."

Charlie looked at Dee-Dee open mouthed with a whole slew of emotions racing across her face. She was clearly as entranced by the older woman as Dee-Dee was with her.

I cleared my throat. "Would anyone care for a coffee?" I asked

Dee-Dee jumped up, "Let me get it." I waved her back down.

"No, Dee-Dee, you stay here and talk to Charlie; Mum and I will get the coffee. We may be a little while, but I'm sure you'll find some things to talk about."

Mum and I headed for the kitchen and looked at each other with broad smiles on our faces. "Well, what do you know?" I grinned. "I think there might be another love affair developing right in front of our eyes."

Mum agreed emphatically, and we sat and talked for a short time, putting off the coffee and allowing Dee-Dee and Charlie the space to get to know each other. They were sitting side by side on the couch when we returned, half facing each other, and clearly engaged in a far reaching conversation. They jumped apart when we returned, Charlie blushing and Dee Dee doing her best to appear nonchalant. Mum merely smiled, but I decided to open my mouth and jam my foot in it. "Look, guys, if you have anything to say, you can say it in front of Mum and me; we're pretty well shock-proof. If it's anything sensitive and personal, just say so, and we'll make ourselves scarce."

Dee-Dee acted as spokesperson. "Carole, Jesse, well ... even in this short time, we've found we have so much in common and, well ... I'd be so grateful if Charlie could stay for a while. I could take her under my wing, and she would be happy to help around the house, and well ...oh god, I don't know how to say this ..."

In spite of her blushes, Charlie looked at Carole and me straight in the eyes. "I think what Dee-Dee is trying to say is that we've connected on a deep level, and we'd like to explore a meaningful relationship and ..."

Charlie too became lost for words, so I went for the foot in mouth again. "I see, so what you seem to be saying, both of you, is that in spite of only having known each other for a bit over an hour, you're both falling in love and you don't know how Carole and I will take it?"

They both nodded uncertainly. "Well, I think it's wonderful and beautiful, and you both have our blessings." I responded, "And I know Carole feels the same way."

"What he said," mum agreed briefly.

Dee-Dee and Charlie looked up, happiness chasing uncertainty from their faces. "Group hug." Dee-Dee demanded and we all embraced in the middle of the lounge room, laughing as we did so.

So we had another member of our little family. Charlie settled in quickly -- at her and Dee Dee's insistence, they shared a room, and Carole and I were not infrequently amused by the sounds of passionate encounters coming from that room. We explained the somewhat unorthodox relationship between Carole and myself, mother and son, but Charlie was quite unfazed by the whole situation. "Do you love each other?" she asked. "Desperately," I confirmed. "Totally," Mum agreed. "Then I don't see what the problem is. I know you can't have babies, Carole, and I don't care about outdated notions of who should bed whom. Love isn't everything, love is the only thing," a sentiment with which Mum and I thoroughly agreed.

Charlie was very happy to take on some of the housework on the same arrangement as Dee Dee, plus she made a little headway outside, planting and maintaining a vegetable garden. This arrangement worked very well for a couple of months. Charlie eventually made some sort of peace with her family, but was clear that she wanted to stay with her lover, and I understood that her family were, in fact, somewhat relieved that something they saw as an embarrassment had been removed.

During this time, I became aware that mum was having some problems with her business. Not major, and certainly not in the technical area, but she was less comfortable with the marketing and promotion side. When I tried to talk to her about it, mum brushed my concerns aside with a smile and a kiss, but I wasn't really reassured.

This concern faded into the background when Dee-Dee dropped a bombshell, to mum in the first instance. Mum caught up with me one evening with an unreadable expression on her face.

"Jesse, Dee-Dee has told me that she wants a baby."

"Great stuff, Mum, although she may not greatly care for the artificial insemination process."

"Oh no, Jesse, you don't know the half of it. Dee-Dee wants it to be by the natural method and she wants you to be the father. Not to put too fine a point on it, she wants you to fuck her; strictly for the purposes of reproduction, you understand. She's asked me to find out how you feel about it."

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