A Fantasy about Love Pt. 03

"Maureen, we have your mother in front of us. Please try to behave!"

"Mom, are you upset if James put his hand on my waist?"

She shook her head.

"Are you upset if he moves his hand further up and encounters a little pointy hill and holds it fast?"

Eileen hesitated, considered it and finally shook her head. Maureen grinned. "I have told you that James has a fixation on my breasts – it is wonderful, and I am very sensitive there and enjoy it."

Eileen started to laugh again, because it was I who was blushing now; there was too much information for me. Maureen grinned and pushed my hand upwards until it encountered her left breast. She put her hand on mine and held it fast.

"Now, James, you can talk business!"

I coughed a bit, rather embarrassed in front of Eileen, and tried to remove my hand. She smiled again and said: "You can leave it there, James. We are family now."

Well, I had tried, but not succeeded, so I went on to the next point.

"Eileen, darling, I want you to contact your lawyers and set up a pre-nuptial agreement. I'm earning well and have enough money to keep Maureen in comfort, but you're way out of my league. So I want you to establish that whatever happens, I will not have any access to your money or company, but that all goes to your daughter or whatever institution you decide. I want to be certain that you know that my relationship with Maureen or you is based on love, confidence and trust, and that money does not enter into the equation."

Both women stared at me. Then Maureen gave me a soul-shuddering kiss, and Eileen was not far behind. Now she sat down on my other side and put my other hand around her waist.

There I was, with one hand on the Maureen´s breast, and the other one around Eileen. She looked at her daughter, hesitated and then Maureen nodded. "Do it, Mom" You'll enjoy it, too." and Maureen pushed my hand upwards until it circled Eileen´s breast also. There was a moment of silence and then I looked first left, and then right. Both had their eyes closed; Eileen with a longing smile, Maureen with a broad grin on her face.

"Isn't this a better way to discuss business?"

It was difficult to concentrate, but both ladies seemed to enjoy it; Eileen was even leaning forward a bit so that her breast fitted better in my hand. I played around a bit, teasing the straps and the top of the bra. Suddenly, to my bitter disappointment, she got up and said that we needed a glass of wine to discuss these things.

She came back with a serving tray with three glasses, a bottle of wine and a mysterious smile. When she bent forward to pour the wine I started to smile, too: the bra was gone. After sipping the wine and as always, it was excellent in this house, she sat down again beside me and without hesitating, took hold of my hand and placed it on her breast, now unhindered by any restraint. I teased the nipple and it hardened to a sharp point. Maureen looked at us and seeing where my hand was and what it was doing, untied the knot on her blouse and offered her breast to my other hand. What was happening? I had to go back to some basic mathematics to be able to concentrate.

Then we started our conversation again. Eileen said that she would not consider that pre-nup, but I insisted. "Eileen, darling, find a way with your lawyers. I'd feel better once I have signed the agreement and I'll sign whatever document you will hand me."

"The other point is Maureen. She asked me whether she should stop her studies and move in with me. I said no. I love her and would dearly like to have her around every day and especially every night, but this would not work long-term. My love, excuse me if I discuss you in front of your mother, but this is important. You're an intelligent woman, quick witted, know what you want, can charm people if you want to, and you'd be wasted sitting around waiting for me to appear. I told her to continue her studies – Eileen, you see I use my prerogatives – and finish her exams. I want her to be the best in class and that means hours of studying, because she has to pick up the time she wasted trying to be a rebel against society."

Eileen nodded. "James, that´s an excellent idea and I was hoping that you would suggest it. Now you tell me that you ordered her – good for you! "

Maureen was pouting a bit, but I knew that she would agree, and continued.

"Then I'd suggest that she enters your company first as a trainee in the Personnel Department, and then with more experience, she might become a consultant. You will need intelligent and smart people if you were to decide to accept our proposal, and Maureen is definitively both. How would that play with our relationship? I want to marry her as soon as possible and both of you will have to decide whether it should be an intimate ceremony or a big splash – I don't care. The man is the least important part of a wedding ceremony: he is there to wait for the bride, say 'Yes' and take her out of the church for her to be admired by the crowd. Just tell me where and when. I will come up to Brisbane as often as possible, and I expect Maureen to be in Sydney on the weekends I cannot be here. It will work out and if not, we'll find another solution. Now I do need a glass of wine!"

Reluctantly, I removed my hands from the two ladies and got my glass. It was a really good wine and I enjoyed it. They looked at me. "And we, James? Are we already abandoned?"

I handed them the wine and they drank it (no sipping this time) and they requested another one. Then we leaned back, and I wondered what we should do at night. The spirits of the wine and the emotions of the situation must have gone a bit to their heads already, because Eileen's blouse had suddenly become unbuttoned, and Maureen's blouse was in danger of falling off her shoulders.

"Let's go out for dinner and then some dancing. And you, darling, will come with us!"

"James, do you know how long it has been that someone has called me 'darling'? And how much I enjoy it hearing it from you?"

She turned around to me and embraced me, kissing me deeply, and melting into my body. Then she looked at Maureen.

"Maureen, thank you very much for bringing James into our family. Since your father died in that horrible accident, I've been a different woman, bitter, self-centered and harsh to you and myself. The last weeks have turned me – and you – around and I can remember my time with your father with pleasure. My nightmares have diminished, and in the office somebody had even the courage to tell me a joke. I needed someone who took us out of this downward spiral, and James did it for you and for me. James, I will do whatever you want to do as long as you make Maureen happy, and as a consequence, make me happy and a human person again."

Then she kissed me again and it was certainly not a friendly kiss, this was one loaded with love and emotion. She leaned forward and kissed Maureen also, and to my surprise, on her mouth. Maureen seemed to be surprised also but opened her lips and accepted her deep kiss. This family had changed since I saw Eileen the first time!

"OK, ladies, enough of this sappy stuff! Where will we go for dinner, and where to dance?"

They discussed options and then Eileen got up to make the phone calls for our reservations. She stood in front of us, her breasts completely exposed and pointing proudly upwards. She had bigger areolae than Maureen, with a darker color and smaller nipples. Maureen saw me looking at her and got up to stand beside her, now completely topless.

"Which ones are prettier, James? Which ones you like better?"

There was no answer that could save me. I could just go off on a tangent. I got up and stood in front of them.

"Let me see. Let's first measure them to have a baseline.

I held Maureen's breast in one hand and Eileen's in the other.

"Well, this one is a bit bigger than the other, but the form is perfect in both."

Then I moved my hands around and declared: "Both are perfectly firm."

The next step was to twist the nipples gently and both went hard and pointy.

"This one is a bit more extended, but this one has the perfect correlation to the areola and the breast in total. Let's try the taste now."

I kissed first Eileen's left breast, sucking in her nipple and licking it with my tongue. Then I switched to Maureen's breast and repeated the procedure.

"Not enough information – I have to do it again! "

I went back to Eileen, this time her right breast, and biting gently the erect nipple, I felt her tremble and moan slowly. Back to Maureen and a repetition of the procedure. She had the same reaction and when I stepped back, I embraced them both.

"They are both perfect and it is a pleasure to hold them and taste them both. I cannot give a final verdict, but if you so wanted, I could replicate my measuring and perhaps at the end of the weekend, I can give you a better guesstimate."

The two ladies looked at each other and both said at the same time "Chicken!"; they also agreed that it was a good answer and they were available for more measuring and tasting whenever I wanted.

"Ladies, it is time to prepare for dinner and dancing. Will we meet again in an hour here in the sitting room? Should I drive or should I call a cab?"

The answer was that Eileen would take her Mercedes and drive, so we could enjoy the wine.

I went back with Maureen to her bedroom and sat her down.

"My love, the afternoon has been wonderful, but you have to explain to me what happened and to guide me what I should do. I was not prepared to see your mother topless in front of us and being told to handle her breasts. I liked it very much, but I am afraid things might progress too far if I don't step back; Eileen is a beautiful woman, but you are my love. I don't want for things to happen between the three of us that could make you sad, and I'll never want this to happen."

She looked at me with her confident smile.

"James, my love, don't worry. My relationship with my mother has gone back to the times when my father was still alive and we were a happy family, happy, teasing each other and trusting each other. I can tell my mother everything again, and I did – even that you took me in my ass. She smiled and said that she had done the same act with my father, and that she liked it almost as making love in her pussy. She knows everything we have done and is happy with us. I told you that often we stayed nude at the pool and Mom never hesitated to show her body to us, and since you are family now, she'll do the same for you. You have impressed her in business and in private and don't worry, she knows what she is doing."

She hesitated for a moment.

"Will things progress further? They could and don't worry either. Mom needs someone to hold her, to kiss her, to make her feel safe, and she did not have this during the last six years. Now you appeared and she sees how much is between us, and I believe that some of that love has spilled over to her. Does she want some love from you? Certainly, and I wish you to give it to her. I'll never share you, but if she and you want it, I'll loan you to her for this weekend. Never behind my back – always in front of me so there is no doubt that we include her, and she will not create a parallel relationship. So go ahead and enjoy her if she wishes – and I can tell you now that she is ready."

I looked at her and asked whether she was absolutely certain that she wanted this. I was in doubt and Maureen saw this.

"My love, do it for her, and do it for me. And if you enjoy it, so much the better!"

I promised I would think about it and told her to get ready as dinner time was close. I was told to put on casual clothes and a jacket, and to wait for her. I took out a book and read some pages. The waiting was rewarded: Maureen was splendid in a black cocktail dress, cut generously low in front and at the back, showing her perfect figure, and reaching to her knees, showing off her legs and some black sandals. Her hair was made up in twirls and she had put on some light makeup. She wore the pendant and the ring I had given her and her smile when she saw my reaction to her appearance was dazzling. I gave her a light kiss and we went down to meet her mother.

Both Maureen and I were stunned when she came through the door. She wore a long black dress, with a deep décolleté, a pearl choker around her neck, diamond earrings and a big diamond ring. Her makeup accentuated her cheeks and eyes, and her lips were glossy from a dark red lipstick. She was beautiful.

I stepped forward and asked: "May I accompany you to dinner, my lady?"

"You may, kind sir, but I would prefer if you called me 'darling'; I like the sound of it much better."

"Of course, darling. May I also say that you are outstandingly beautiful? I am proud to be at your side."

Standing side by side, I compared the two. Both were beautiful, one with a smaller figure, the other one with a fuller body. I embraced them both and glided my hands down on their backs. I looked at them and both smiled: it was just them and the dress and nothing else. There was proof that Paradise existed!

The car was already outside, and I helped the two ladies into the car. Then Eileen drove off to the restaurant. The reception when we entered to room was dramatic – men licked their lips and stared, women stared and then hit their dates to close their mouths. I was so proud to be seen with my two ladies that I seemed to walk inches above the floor. I assume that the food was excellent (I cannot remember neither the food nor the wine, however) and then we were off to dance the night away. It was a more intimate room with reduced lighting, well decorated with plush chairs and oil pictures on the wall, and soft music playing in the background. In the middle was a medium sized dance floor.

We sat, I ordered a bottle of champagne and when the music started again with a slow foxtrot, I asked Maureen to dance with me. I may have said already that I love my Maureen, but dance she could not very well, at least these antique ballroom dances. For me, the feeling to have her in my arms and her head on my shoulder more than compensated for this little flaw in my love. The next dance I asked Eileen and that was a different affair. I had been trained in ballroom dancing in Germany as this was a required family tradition, and Eileen was just floating in my arms. We waltzed away and when the music changed to a tango, she was perfect again. Tango is said to symbolize a bullfight: there was the move between a man and his woman, the rejection and the reunion, violence and love. It was also said that it was the vertical expression of a horizontal desire...

When the music stopped, we looked at each other and she kissed me – she only stopped when we heard the applause from the other guests. She inhaled deeply and said: "This, darling, was something else. Thank you for bringing back good memories and creating good new ones."

"The pleasure was all mine, my lady and darling. Let's have some champagne and try again."

Maureen clapped her hands when we sat down and said that she had never seen such wonderful, almost professional dancing. Where had I learned it? I responded that in Germany ballroom dancing was quite common, and my family insisted that I was trained by the best. I asked Maureen for the next dance, but she declined.

"You dance with Mom. The two of you are such a beautiful couple together and Mom has not danced for such a long time; dance with her and enjoy it. I will watch you, drink your champagne and you will get your reward later."

She looked at Eileen and told her to go out and have fun – she had her blessing.

And so we danced and danced again – all the classical dances: the waltzes, foxtrot, tango, rumba, even a cha-cha-cha. Eileen was in heaven and so was I. When the final music was playing, a soft slow dance, she lifted her head and asked me lowly: "James, darling, can you like me at least a little bit?"

I was astounded, but the sincerity in her eyes demanded an honest answer.

"Darling, I believe that I may have fallen in love with you already. I love you as an intelligent woman, beautiful as few, as the mother of my Maureen, as a charming and lovely lady, as a friend and potential consultant in my professional life. I cannot love you as I love Maureen – you know that that is something very special, similar to what you had with your husband, but I can and will love you as a wonderful woman."

She melted into my arms and whispered that she wanted for the music never to stop. Her eyes shone with emotion and feelings I could not rightly describe, but her commitment to me was undeniable at this moment. Again I did not know what I could or should do; I knew, however, that I could not reject this offer. I kissed her tenderly and led her back to the table. Maureen was almost asleep, having drunk most of the champagne on her own. She was also a bit tipsy and I had to lead her to the car.

When we arrived at her house, I parked the car in the garage and led Maureen to her room. She mumbled something and told me to take off her dress. It was quite clingy, and I needed some time to undress her; there was enthusiastic cooperation, but the execution was delayed by kisses and groping for my body parts, but at the end, she was naked and ready to lie down. At that moment, there was a light knock on our door, and I asked Eileen to come in.

"Are you decent?"

"No, but come in anyway."

She opened the door and again I was stunned by her beauty. She was dressed (or undressed) in a white, transparent long gown, with a décolleté way beyond her bellybutton, with a few strips of this white gauze covering her breasts, but showing clearly her areolae and hard nipples, and a long skirt flowing to the floor. The gauze hinted at her shaved pussy, and her movement made the skirt whirl around her long legs.

"Wow " was the only thing I could say. She came closer and kissed me intensely, with her tongue forcing its way between my lips. She pressed herself to me and whispered: "James, I came to say thank you for a wonderful evening. Something happened that I never expected to happen again: I fell in love. I can sleep now without nightmares and tension because you're close to me. Thank you and Maureen once more."

She turned to go away when Maureen said suddenly: "Why do you have to go? I watched you and James, and you were wonderful together. Stay here the night with us and James will protect you and make you feel safe. Come here between us and sleep with us."

Eileen looked at Maureen and then at me. Maureen had asked me before to let things flow and accept what was offered. She nodded when I glanced at her – perhaps she was not so tipsy after all. I turned to Eileen: "You're very welcome in our bed, darling."

Her smile exploded and she threw her arms around me. "Thank you, Maureen, thank you, James."

She lay down and I placed a cover over the two women, then turned down the lights and took off my clothes. She was between Maureen and me, and we gave her a goodnight kiss.

Maureen smiled at me and mumbled that the proper goodnight kisses I would receive tomorrow and closed her eyes. Eileen asked what the 'proper goodnight kisses' would be, and I told her that this needed a long explanation, too long for the night. I wished her goodnight, gave her a kiss and pulled her into my arms. "I shall keep you safe this night, darling."

She moved around until she had found a comfortable position, which seemed to include rubbing her body against all sensitive parts I had and I was again thankful for my mathematics professor who had drilled me in algebra and geometry. It was difficult to stay relaxed when such a firm and well-rounded body was pressed against me, but slowly she settled down and closed her eyes. When I had found my position, she whispered: "Darling, Maureen told me that you hold her breast when you sleep. Please hold mine this night."