A Mother, a Daughter and a Sailor

She changed position, kneeling to face him as she lowered herself and inserted his now frantic cock so far inside that it pushed hard into her cervix. Watching his face and seeing his excitement, she bounced up and down faster and faster and clenching her vaginal muscles. Sarah timed things to perfection and Mike exploded inside her as her own orgasm shivered through her.

Mike lived in solitude partly because he was quite a solitary person but mainly to write his book. This was a mission he was determined to complete. He earned a reasonable living as a contract computer programmer working via the Internet.

Simone was journalist and asked if she could read what he had written so far. Mike agreed as he had only one more chapter to write before he sent his manuscript to a publisher.

Sarah had studied computers at school and was going to start a college course in programming. She was happy to read programming books from Mike's library and try things on one of his computers.

The early evening was spent studiously: Mike writing his book, Sarah studying and Simone curled up in an arm chair, reading. The only sounds were Coldplay singing quietly in the background and Simone's chortles at Mike's humorous writing

After two hours Mike cooked the lobsters with fresh vegetables from his garden. It was becoming cooler so he lit a log fire. Simone opened a bottle of wine and Sarah hunted through Mike's cupboards and found two candles. Simone replaced Coldplay with Queen which caused Sarah and Mike to roll their eyes at each other.

In the flickering light from the log fire and candles, the wine was superb, the food was delicious and the conversation and laughter flowed. Simone had enjoyed Mike's book and asked him about it, both the women talked about how beautiful the island was. They were feeling content and relaxed in a way neither could remember. They had enjoyed the hard work on "Queen of the Waves" and were committed to completing it, they loved the island, Mike was stimulating company. And the sex..

After dinner Sarah put on Mon Def very loud and they took off their clothes and danced in front of the fire.

After two hours of erotic and arousing dancing Simone made her excuses. She had told Sarah about her anal earthquake Sarah insisted on the same. This time it was on Mike's table as Sarah pulled her knees almost to her armpits.

Later Simone lay on Mike, loving the feeling of his deep penetration, her hair hanging down beside his face creating their own private erotic cocoon. She looked into his eyes and felt blissfully happy. She started to say something, but changed her mind and kissed him. A few minutes later she felt a surge of emotion when she heard him groan and felt him stiffen and thrust as his ejaculation burst deep inside her.

Later, as she was lying behind him in bed she snuggled herself hard against his back and put her arms around him in a tight bear hug. When she heard him quietly snoring she kissed his back and whispered, "Goodnight darling skipper."

The days developed into a pattern. Each morning they repeated the walk, watched the gannets, surfed the waves and caught lobsters or fish. Eight hours solid work on "Queen of the Waves" and evenings full of companionship, laughter and sex. Sex which became more uninhibited, more tender and more delightful. The three were often naked and the women often touched Mike tenderly and he fondled their bodies.

Boundaries were agreed without discussion. Penetration and orgasms were private. There was never a threesome. Usually it was one of the women who was the prompt by leaving the other two together. But sometimes the sight of a breast or a curved buttock, sometimes just a shared smile and Mike would take the hand of whoever was closest and Simone and Sarah never objected.

They enjoyed each other's company more and more. Simone offered to proof-read Mike's book and they spent many hours discussing characters and plot development, each appreciating the other's feel for words and language. Sarah studied hard on her computer programming and she and Mike often worked together.

The ocean provided lobsters and fish and Mike's garden provided fresh vegetables and fruit. Simone did arrange for her supermarket to send some provisions on the weekly ferry service as she felt they should be making some contribution and she didn't want to run out of wine.

These were the richest days of the women's lives. The sex was perfect, the three way company so much fun and so stimulating and even when they were each silently reading or writing, both Sarah and Simone sometimes looked around the room and felt contented and fulfilled.

On the third evening Sarah lay in the classic missionary position feeling Mike's cock deep inside her, filling her pussy.

"Oh God, I love your cock so much." Then she grabbed his ears to pull his head back so that she could look into his eyes. "And I love you so much."

Mike stopped his thrusting and looked down at her. "I don't think you should be saying things like that Sarah."

She was puzzled as his smile was so tender. "Didn't you like hearing me say that?"

"I loved hearing you say that."

"Then why shouldn't I? I meant it."

"Crew, you're talking too much."

He resumed his thrusting and soon Sarah was incapable of saying anything as the pulsating surges took over her loins.

Afterwards as she traced her fingertips over his flaccid cock she said, "Anyway, I do love you."

"Hush, crew," he murmured in her ear and hugged her tightly.

Later that night Simone followed her usual routine of kissing Mike when he was asleep and whispering "Goodnight darling Skipper."

She was surprised when his hand reached over to squeeze her buttock. "Goodnight darling Simone."

"Did you mean that Skipper?"

"No, it was just your hand on my cock which made me say it."

"Will you say it to me if I put my hand there?" asked Sarah moving her hand.

"Sleep tight darling Sarah." Mike kissed her nose.

Sarah and Simone became completely unreserved in their expressions of love and "Skipper" became "darling Skipper." Mike was less open but each night in bed when they put their hands on his cock he whispered, "Goodnight darling Simone. Sleep tight darling Sarah."

By the end of the sixth day their work on "Queen of the Waves" was complete. They proudly gazed at her and Simone resolved that she would never describe the boat as a "tub" again. But underlying their happiness was sadness. The next day would be their last full day together.

Sarah and Simone sat on the beach watching as the sun went down.

"Mum, I don't want this to end."

"I know, I feel the same."

"I love him so much. I've loved every minute all three of us have had together."

"It's the same for me," Simone sighed. "But we just can't stay here Sarah. You've got your college course starting and my boss is already grumbling about me being away. How long would this strange threesome last? God knows what my friends are saying already. And lovely as this island is, both of us are city people."

Sarah looked into the distance with tears in her eyes. "Couldn't we ask him to stay with us in town?"

"I've said to him that he can stay with us whenever he likes. He's never answered directly. He's a solitary sort of person. He's got his life here where he feels comfortable and he's totally focused on his writing.

"And he's not into material things at all. He's got all he needs here. He doesn't need a flash car or any of the boys' toys. He knows we're rich. It doesn't matter out here, but I wonder how he will feel when he sees our house and cars."

"Well, what can we do?"

"I'll repeat the offer for him to stay with us when he feels like it. But I don't think he'll say anything."

"What about us coming out here for weekends?"

"Well, darling daughter, it's up to him to invite us."

"Perhaps it will turn out to be just one week in paradise which we will remember for the rest of our lives."

"Perhaps it will."

The next day they took "Queen of the Waves" out onto the ocean. Simone and Sarah loved the motion of the boat on the big ocean swells, loved the feeling that they had the world to themselves and feeling the sea breeze in their faces. As they left the bay a pod of dolphins came and surfed on the bow wave. Mike stopped the boat and the women took off their clothes and joined the dolphins. They circled and dived and leaped out of the water around them, never coming close enough to touch.

Sarah was the lucky one when the tuna hit the trailing lure. The power of the strike took her by surprise and it took her an hour to bring it in.

"There you are Skipper. Your fighting tuna at last. Perhaps it wasn't so bad rescuing us after all. You've got your fish and you've had your boat painted," said Simone.

"And you've had us whenever you've wanted," Sarah licked his ear.

Mike grinned at her, was about to reply but stopped. The women saw his eyes start to glaze before he turned away.

They barbecued thick tuna steaks over the bonfire as they drank wine. Their last night's lovemaking was that, each of the women in turn, their legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, kissing him passionately, both slowing things down so they could extend this last intimate moment as long as possible.

The conversation on the return voyage was stilted: Sarah's course, Simone's job and Mike's next book. They all expressed polite interest, but all three felt they should be discussing something else: them.

After three long and awkward hours they reached the port.

"Skipper Mike, you've saved our lives and given us a week in paradise."

He hugged them both tightly. The women looked up and saw tears in his eyes and both clung to him.

"Look after yourself darling Skipper," whispered Sarah.

"You too."

"Anytime you want to stay with us when you're in town, just call."

"Sure."

"And be sure to email me the last chapter. I can't wait to see what happens."

"Sure."

Two final tight embraces and Mike watched them walk away. He took "Queen of the Waves" to some marine engineers for some work, then bought a coffee and thought.

Already there was an emptiness deep in his stomach. For much of the last two days he had been thinking. Would Simone and Sarah finish their week of excitement, go back to their city lives and forget him? Could they somehow continue the three way relationship? What about the distance?

"I can't go into town and I wouldn't fit into their lifestyle anyway. I've been the happiest I've been in my life on the island. And I want to finish my book."

He thought about phoning Mandy, a girl who was always happy to share her bed with him, but immediately dismissed the thought. He collected his boat from the engineers and had a long and lonely trip to the island. He looked around his cabin. There wasn't any sign that Simone and Sarah had ever been there until he checked his razor and again found they hadn't cleaned it since their last pussy trims.

He went to his computer. There was an email.

"Our darling skipper

"We will never forget our enchanted week with you. We will remember it for the rest of our lives. Lives we only have because of you.

"All our love

"Simone and Sarah"

He tried to interpret it. Did they want to see him again or not? They didn't say. He opened his photo files and started to look at the dozens of picture he had of them, but it was too painful and so he went for a five kilometer swim and a walk around the island. It was dark when he returned. He grilled a tuna steak and had a desperately lonely meal. He started writing, but didn't write much.

Over the next days he gradually got his life in order. He worked on his software and book and took out "Queen of the Waves" having the luck to catch a marlin which he tagged and released. He couldn't bring himself to look at his photo files but did resist the urge to delete them. He convinced himself that it had been a week in paradise, to be treasured but impossible to repeat.

"Once they're back in town they'll pick up their high society living. I wonder how Simone now thinks about sharing a man half her age with her daughter."

Sarah and Simone were busy when they returned. Sarah had her new course and Simone had to catch up on her work.

All their friends wanted to hear about the rescue and all asked the same question.

"Why did you stay there for a week?"

"We thought we were going to die. If he hadn't turned up we would have. To thank him we painted his boat."

"What was he like?"

"A bit odd. A recluse living by himself on an outer island."

"Did you and he . . you know . . do anything?"

"Certainly not," snorted Simone with her frosty stare." He was half my age and as I said, a bit odd."

"God no," laughed Sarah. He was weird, a recluse, a loner. I certainly wasn't interested and he wasn't either." She felt guilty talking about Mike like that

Simone's friends invited her to a dinner party to celebrate her return. The dinner guests who had bought new houses talked about their new houses, those who bought new cars talked about their new cars and those who had been on holidays in exotic locations talked about exotic locations.

Simone wondered how she had ever found these dinner parties interesting and she remembered the stimulating, laughter filled evenings on the island.

Her well-meaning friends introduced her some eligible bachelors but when she looked at them and imagined being in bed with them she had not the slightest interest. Sarah told her boyfriend that she felt it was best for both of them if they moved on.

After a two weeks Mike received an email.

"Has 'Queen of the Waves' gone down with all hands? If yes, where and when is your funeral? If no please note that we're not dead either."

He replied:

"Here's the final chapter for you to pull to bits. I'm coming into town to meet my software contractors Monday week. How about a coffee late in the afternoon?"

He had thought long and hard before suggested the coffee. He didn't want to revive that awful loneliness after he had left them the last time. But he couldn't just walk out of their lives. And, he desperately wanted to see them again and to hear them laugh again.

A day later Simone emailed back.

"Skipper, that last chapter was so, so sooooooooo good. I've proofread it and I hope you don't mind, but here are a few suggestions. I know a publisher who might be interested. Can I show your manuscript to him?"

"Love Simone"

He emailed back thanking her for her great suggestions and yes, please, give it to the publisher as he didn't know how to do that.

Mike arrived early at the cafe. In the intervening days he had decided that this would be the last time he would meet them. "Time to move on. They're from a different world and I don't want to go through what I felt the last time I said goodbye, again."

When he saw them approaching he was more determined.

Simone looked stunning in a business-like and professional way. She was wearing a tight black skirt which came to two inches above her knee and a long sleeved white blouse. Her hair was tightly drawn back and she had her aloof and aristocratic expression. Sarah was wearing a slightly shorter flowing skirt and a designer tank top.

They oozed confidence, wealth, high society and class. His remaining confidence drained away. They were out of his reach, from a different world. Unattainable.

Had he really made love to them all those times? Had they really flaunted themselves like that and taken him to erotic heaven with their bodies. Had they really come to wailing orgasms with his cock in their asses?

Had they really really spent a week laughing together, working together, and being so stimulated, just the three of them?

Had they really said they loved him?

Looking at them now he couldn't imagine how it could have happened.

Simone saw him first and her expression changed to an open smile as she waved. Sarah ran the last 20 meters and threw her body into his and kissed his lips. Simone's hug was more chaste and her kiss was on his cheek, but she looked into his eyes with a twinkle in hers.

"You're looking well Skipper."

They brought him up to date with what had happened.

"My course is so useless. I learned more in one day with you Skipper than I have in three weeks there."

"And what have you been up to?"

"You know my life, working, writing, reading, fishing and surfing. And some of the cabins have got holiday makers in them."

"Lot's of nice girls for you to work your wonders on?" asked Sarah.

"No," said Mike. This wasn't strictly true as there was one who liked to talk to him, but he hadn't felt the desire for anything else.

"When are you going back?"

"In half an hour."

"No you're not." exclaimed Sarah squeezing his hand. "You're not going to spend just half an hour with us and then vanish." There were tears in her eyes. "Didn't you mean the things you said to us on the island?"

"At least you could have a meal with us. We want to hear all about your next book." Simone took his other hand. "Surely we can be friends? We don't want you to vanish from our lives, just like that."

Mike reluctantly agreed. He had been feeling all his affection returning, but also all his doubts.

"Good," said Simone squeezing his hand. Now I've got an appointment so I'll see you at the restaurant in an hour."

Sarah had heard her mother talk about being friends, but that was not her intention. She had never stopped thinking about him for three weeks. And now that she was seeing him all her emotions were back. She absolutely adored him.

As they walked around the waterfront she put her arm around his waist and soon their conversation was completely relaxed.

"You were so mean not writing to us more. You must have had a girl over there."

"No, all I could do was dream about mermaids."

"I did go out with my old boyfriend once, but I couldn't bear the idea of even holding hands."

Mike unwound completely. Sarah was so enthusiastic, so bouncy, so open and so, so beautiful. He put his arm around her shoulders.

They walked down an alleyway between some derelict warehouses. Sarah stood with her back to the entrance.

"You haven't groped me yet Skipper."

Mike kissed her, ran his hands over her breasts and pushed his hips into hers until they heard some people in the nearby street. They wandered further into the maze of deserted alleyways until they came to a rubbish strewn dead end.

Sarah leaned against a brick wall and took off her knickers as Mike lowered his trousers and briefs to mid thigh.

"Hello sailor," said Sarah grasping his erection in one hand and lifting her skirt with the other.

"I think you belong in here," she giggled as she guided the knob between her pussy lips.

They both stood as Mike thrust quickly and powerfully into the depths of her vagina and her body bounced with his urgent pounding. Three weeks with no sex, the thrill from the fear of being found, but most of all Mike's thrill at being with Sarah meant that within half a minute a torrent of his come surged up his shaft and exploded through his knob against her cervix.

"That was quick."

"I'm sorry. It was three weeks abstinence I guess."

"Don't be sorry. I don't have to come every time. It was lovely feeling you in there. I had forgotten how beautiful it is."

Sarah knelt and cleaned his penis with her lips and tongue then put some tissues in her knickers as she pulled them up.

They stopped at the first clothing shop where she bought some new knickers and tidied herself in the rest room.

When Simone met them at the restaurant she knew immediately what had happened.

"Sarah, you've taken off your bra."

"You know what Skipper Mike thinks about bras."

"Skipper, you've been shagging my daughter."

"I tried to resist. But I failed."