A Fantasy about Love Pt. 03

When I moved my arm above her chest, she took hold of my hand and pressed it against her breast; somehow the stripes covering it had vanished. I leaned forward, gave her other breast a kiss on the nipple and told her to go to sleep. Tomorrow would be another day.

During the night I felt her hand pressing my hand down on her breast, making certain that I would not take it off. She slept well after a while, and so did we all.

Chapter 11: Three Is Not a Crowd

When I woke up in the morning, there was a different feeling in our bed. Eileen was up, watching me.

"You look actually quite presentable when you sleep, darling. No snoring, no violent moving around, surprisingly peaceful, my dear."

At that moment Maureen woke up, stretched her body lazily and asked: "Hi, Mom. Did I miss anything last night?"

"Unfortunately, no. Your guy is too much in love with you to do anything that you might not want. And since you were asleep, I had to behave decently. He's too much a gentleman for my taste. What a waste of a night! But he held my breast the whole night!"

She smiled when she said this, and Maureen smiled back in response. She leaned over and first gave Eileen a kiss, and again on the mouth, and then with some effort because she had to lean over Eileen's body, gave me one, too.

"Somebody is hungry or thirsty? I am! What did I drink last night?"

"You drank practically a bottle of champagne on your own while we were dancing. It's a wonder that you don't have a headache!"

She shook her head. "No headache" and that she would prepare breakfast. Did everybody like waffles? Because that was what we were going to get! Then she got up and went to the bathroom.

I whistled and when she turned around, I reminded her of her obligations. She looked at Eileen, but I told her to go ahead. When she leaned over me, she offered her breast to me for a kiss and pushed her nipple into my mouth for some more action, and then she repeated it with her other breast.

Fascinated, Eileen watched this and when Maureen was free to go, Eileen asked her: "Is there anything special about this move that I should know?"

"No, Mom, but James established that I cannot leave our bed before him without giving him a kiss and offering my breasts for kisses and caresses. You have seen already that he really likes my breasts, and this is the price I have to pay."

"And what happens if he has to get up before you?"

"Well, then it gets interesting. I'll demand my kiss but can offer two options: kisses on my breasts or a long kiss on my pussy. This is dangerous because sometimes time flies in these moments, and suddenly both of us are late ... so just be careful if you get up before him as he might demand the same price!"

"Well, this is interesting. Let me think about it while you make breakfast. Call us when you are ready, please."

Maureen left and Eileen looked at me.

"Any other interesting rules you have invented? Anything about making love? Where to make love? How to make love? Tell me, darling."

I told her to ask Maureen; as she had already opened almost all secrets to her mother, it was Maureen's obligation to respond. She said that she would do this, but not now. She leaned forward and covered my body with hers. Kissing me with enthusiasm, her hands touched all my available parts. When she realized that one specific part was hidden under her body, she moved aside a bit and her hand wandered southwards.

I had to stop this.

"Eileen, I told you that I may have started to love you, but that part belongs to Maureen! You can do almost anything with me, but this is forbidden. Again, ask Maureen what she wants and I will obey her demands."

She moaned and groaned but stopped that part of her action. She started again to rub her body up and down on mine, trying obviously to weaken my determination. I had promised, however, and my promises I keep. After a while she gave up and just lay there, kissing me occasionally and sighing contently. Then she must have heard some noise from the kitchen and jumped up. Giving me a last kiss, she rushed off and again.

I whistled. "Oh, the procedure, but I gave you a kiss!"

"You saw what the price is for leaving my bed before me. Come here and obey!

She turned around and kneed before me, holding her breasts in her hand and offering them to me. The top of her nightgown had fallen to her waist, and I could see her pussy through the thin gauze, but the prime points of interest at this moment were before me in all their glory: they were lovely to look at, and wonderful to taste. I satisfied my thirst and desires and when I finished, she looked at me.

"You know that you can do anything you want to do with me. Why don't you go all the way? I'm ready!"

"Eileen, you would not love me if I were to break the promise I made to Maureen. I've to admit that I want you, and I want you right now, but this is not right, at least just now. As I said, talk to your daughter and if the result is acceptable to me, I'll do whatever the three of us want."

She got up and walked away, her body moving teasingly, her ass shifting from right to left as she walked, and I am certain that she exaggerated her moves and her smile was sparkling.

"Just wait, my friend!"

I got up, too, and after doing my duties in the bathroom and then went to look for Maureen in the kitchen. Her mother walked in at the same moment.

"You trained James too well, daughter. I offered him my body and the bastard said 'No', but I appreciate his loyalty and love for you. Let's sit down and discuss things."

Maureen just smiled. "I know my James, Mom. You had no chance!"

She wore a transparent little cover that tried, but did not really cover her pussy, and Eileen was still dressed in the white gauze that she called a nightgown. In daylight it was completely transparent, refreshing my fond memories of moments ago. Breakfast was excellent: the waffles were very tasty, especially with the Canadian maple syrup she opened, and the bottle of champagne helped our digestion. Maureen did not want to drink anything, but Eileen and I helped ourselves. We finished, cleaned up and decided to stay at the pool for a while. The ladies left to put on a bikini, and I collected the chairs, placed some towels on the tables and started to read my book. It was another wonderful Australian summer morning – no clouds in the sky, already hot and promising to get hotter still. When they came back, it was like the sun had come out again and it was getting hot fast. I looked around to assure that nobody could see us.

Maureen wore a tiny little bit of cloth she called a bikini, except that it did not cover her breasts and lost its battle to cover her pussy. Eileen was topless, and her little panties showed off her mound and her outer lips in great detail. I swallowed several times and got up to help them to place their things. They lay down and Maureen asked me to put some sunscreen on her back. Eileen wanted the same, adding that she wanted to receive the same treatment a Maureen, exactly the same treatment.

I had enough of her teasing and said to Maureen: "My love, I've been on the receiving end of Eileen's comments for some time now. She wants to get the exact treatment I shall give you. Are you OK with this?"

She looked at Eileen and back at me and nodded. "Exactly the same treatment, James!"

Eileen was a little dubious about what these words meant, but when I offered to withdraw them, she said no. She did want the same treatment that I would give her daughter, exactly the same.

This was going too fast for me. I did not understand Maureen; why did she lead her mother to come to me? I liked Eileen: after all, who wouldn't like and eventually love a beautiful woman, who was willing to be touched and caressed? Who was offering her lips and perhaps even her body? Who seemed to come out of a deep depression and was smiling again? But where would this least to? What should I do? I looked again at Maureen and she looked back, with her big eyes trying to tell me something. She nodded and blew me a kiss. Should I trust her? She seemed to read my mind and nodded once more, so I took a deep breath and resigned myself to her wish.

Maureen lay on the chaise longue stretching languidly, ready to get her protection against the burning sun. I pointed to Eileen and she lay down beside her daughter. I stepped between the two chaise lounges and initiated my procedure. First I took off Maureen's top, since her mother was already topless and started to put some cream on both the ladies back, rubbing it in with one hand on Maureen's back, and with the other on Eileen's back. Both enjoyed the massage, moaned a bit demanding more, and told me to go on. I went farther down and stopped at Maureen's panties. Smiling wickedly, I pushed it down and did the same thing with Eileen's bit of cloth. I felt her moving away from my hand and pulled her back; then I used a big blob of sunscreen to massage their cheeks and backside. I pushed my hands down between their legs and touched their pussies. The moaning returned and Maureen moved back to give me better access.

Eileen, however, was slow in following her daughter, so I pulled her legs apart gently and massaged both pussies with another big blob of cream. It was tempting to stop and stay there, but I had other areas to cover. I went down their legs on one side and back the other one. Then I asked them to turn around. Maureen did this immediately and obviously wanting to see Eileen's reaction, stared at her.

"Mom, exactly the same treatment!"

Eileen slowly turned around and showed me her nude body. As I had seen before, she was a little bit fuller, but with the right curves in the right places. Her breasts were still standing up, even lying down. And her shaven pussy showed her full mound, larger than my Maureen's one. She had her outer dark brown and wrinkled lips protruding from her slit and I was very tempted to explore what was inside of those lips, but duty called, and I used more cream to massage their shoulders, and coming down to their breasts, circling and massaging, they started the moaning again. Their nipples were as stiff as I had seen before and I took my pleasure and kissed them, one after the other. Both wanted more, but I continued downwards and arrived finally at their pussies. Opening their legs, I dropped sunscreen on their lips and started the massage; I was certain that they needed special protection from the sun. Don't ask me for the logic about this, but by that moment, logic had fled a long time ago.

I pushed their lips apart to compare the two: Maureen's were tighter, Eileen's a bit more generous. Maureen's mound was flatter, and her hair was cut to an exclamation mark, with a strip of almost three inches long, then a hairless spot, and on top of her lips the point of the exclamation mark; Eileen's was more pronounced and shaved completely. Holding both mounds in my hands, I pushed one finger inside, then another one. Eileen had forgotten by this time that she was completely nude in front of me and visibly wanted more. I moved my fingers faster and faster and suddenly, first Maureen, then Eileen shuddered and exploded.

Maureen asked: "Can we do this again a bit later? I believe that putting sunscreen on only once does not protect my sensitive spots!"

I looked again at her and she seemed to be satisfied with what had happened up to now. Didn't she say that she might lend me to Eileen for the weekend? And what did I have to say on this matter? Nothing? Well, if she wanted this, she also would have to live with the consequences.

I told them to have patience because the treatment was not finished yet. The last step of quality control was missing, and I was going to do this now. They were still breathing heavily when I bowed down and took first Eileen's breast in my mouth, tasting her and stimulating her with my tongue, then repeated the same with Maureen's breasts. Both were very excited again and wanted more, telling me to do this again, to go faster there, to pinch a nipple here. I was also getting excited and was barely able to control myself.

Have I said already something about my mathematics professor? His drillings were very useful this morning. Then I went down again and opened her legs wide. They stared at me, waiting what was going to happen. I lay between Maureen's legs and kissed her mound, and then pushed my tongue between her lips. She started to move excitedly and pushed her pussy into my mouth. I tried to enter as far as I could go, touched her clitoris with my tongue and then bit slightly on it. This was the last step she needed, and she exploded in my face, squirting and pushing her own liquids into my waiting face. I was flooded and Maureen was crying out: "Yes, James, Yes. I am yours. I love you so much!"

I turned over to Eileen who was staring wide-eyed at Maureen and me – she with an ecstatic smile on her face and still shuddering, and I with her cream all over my face. I moved over and said that it was her turn now but waited for her reaction. She looked at Maureen, then at me and finally shrugged – not exactly the reaction I had expected. But then she made up for it.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her legs wide and pushed her body up to me. When I moved between her legs, she lifted them up so that her pussy was directly in front of my face. She used her fingers to pull her lips apart and to offer them to me. The dark outside and the bright red inside contrasted prettily, and I dove into her hole. She pushed my head into her opening and told me to kiss her hard and fast. When I got to the right rhythm, she started to become noisy like Maureen had been and when I touched her clitoris, she also exploded. She was a squirter like her daughter, but her taste was somehow darker and more concentrated, not as light and sweet as Maureen's one. I must have offered a funny picture with my face all covered with their liquids, so Maureen got up and started to clean it with her lips. Eileen was not far behind and there were the two licking my face and cleaning their fluids off.

I was almost satisfied with my performance, but rather frustrated; it is fun to satisfy the woman you love, but it is more fun if you can participate. Well, the next time. I lay down, too and both women looked at each other.

"The poor guy, getting all excited, satisfying his women, and getting nothing. Let's do something for him."

Maureen got up and pulled my trunks down and touched my shaft gently. It was already stiff and ready to go, but without a partner. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the top. Maureen bent down when Eileen said suddenly: "Maureen, may I do the honors?"

She looked at her mother and stepped aside. Now Eileen bent down and looked at my shaft.

"He's lovely, isn't he?"

She touched it and held it gently; then she kissed the tip with its glistening drop and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue licked up and down and she pulled the shaft all the way down into her mouth: it almost disappeared completely down her throat. She moved back again and licked the shaft with interest, rubbing the penis with her hand. I was getting close to cum when she stopped, waited, and started again. Between the hand, the tongue and her mouth I was getting closer and closer to lose my control until finally, she relented and let me cum. I warned her that now was the moment, but she did not withdraw when I blasted my seeds into her mouth. It went on and on and some drops escaped her mouth and fell on her face and her breast. Finally, I stopped shaking and looking at her, thanking her for a wonderful moment.

Eileen started to clean her face, when Maureen stopped her and said that these drops were hers. She wiped them off Eileen's face and breast, and then licked skin and finger clean.

There was a moment of silence and reflection, and Eileen said: "This has gone much farther than I expected, but I'm very happy about it. Maureen, did I do anything wrong or anything you didn't want me to do? If so, I apologize."

Maureen reached over and kissed her. "Mom, it was wonderful to see you two. I had never thought that I might see something like this and enjoy it! You don't have to apologize; we just have to see what comes next."

Well, for me what came next was a moment of relaxation. Eileen had kept me at the edge of cumming such a long time that once it came, I was completely exhausted. I saw also the two ladies looking at each other with an indeterminable expression. Had we just passed another barrier?

I got up and offered a glass of the still ice-cold champagne and we all drank it thirstily; then I told them that we had come to the pool to get some sun and lay back on the chaise longue. I heard a little noise and saw them arranging their chairs so that they were very close to me. Lying down, each took one of my hands and drew it to her breast; then they closed their eyes and fell into a light slumber. It was not the most comfortable position for me, but it was compensated by having two beautiful women at my sides, trusting me and wanting me. I pulled them closer and they rested their heads on my shoulders: now I could relax, too. Suddenly, I felt some movement on my stomach and two hands touched my penis – gently, but firmly. They sighed and fell asleep.

I had set the alarm clock for 30 minutes to prevent serious sunburns and the sound woke us up. They stretched, and kisses were exchanged. A little touch here and there woke up the interest to do something more exciting. Maureen looked at her mother and suggested that we should remove ourselves to a place more comfortable. She said that we had to discuss our situation and that at the pool it was impossible. I thought we were going to the sitting room, naked as we were, but she led us to her bedroom. I was told to sit at the end of the bed and be quiet; this was girl talk now.

When I protested, I was told once more to be quiet; they would discuss the situation, analyze all options and then I would receive their decision for final approval; I should be happy that they were even considering my input.

Maureen started the conversation.

"Mom, you know that James is mine, and only mine; I'm his, and only his. I don't share. I know also that you're getting closer to James, and I've told you both that I agree to this. I understand it because he is wonderful, but I repeat that he is mine. I know him, and I am certain that he likes you very much, probably even loves you. Not as he loves me because this is something very special, but as a woman who is intelligent, beautiful and charming. I know also that he reminds you of my father and the time we all were happy, and you want to go back to that time. You know that this is impossible, but hope never dies, and James has given you this hope. So tell me how you want to handle this? I repeat that James is mine and I don't share him with anybody."

Eileen nodded and looked at her, and then at me. It was a strange situation for me: my future wife was discussing with my future mother–in–law whether I should or could sleep with her.

"Maureen, I know that he's yours and he has shown me already that he is only yours, but could you consider including me occasionally in your family? No long-term commitment, no obligations or rights, just a momentary union of three people who love each other and want the other ones to be happy. You have seen how the last weeks have made me happy again; I have laughed with you and hugged you, and you've hugged me and laughed with me. I don't want to go back to that loneliness again; it would kill me. On the other hand, I don't want to receive love because you pity me. I want to be always a partner and occasionally a lover. I want to give myself to you two and be taken in love by you."

Now they looked at each other and their faces showed that they knew that this moment was serious. I asked whether I could help with a suggestion.