Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 06

"Now, let's get that bread," Mel said, cheerfully.

*

Baking wasn't half as bad I thought it would be. It was almost like boring things became way more fun doing them with someone you enjoyed hanging out with. Especially now that I was in a real relationship, committing to it with vigor.

Mel laughed greatly as I fought with the wet dough, complaining about its stickiness, helping me with more flour. Meanwhile, I got an eyeful of my hot girlfriend cougar in an apron, something I wanted to burn to my retina.

"Seeing something you like?" Mel giggled as she saw how I was looking at her.

"Just a hot woman in her apron, wondering what she would look like with nothing but the apron," I teased. I couldn't help it. Mel was just too hot.

She gave a sly smile and booped my nose, leaving some flour on the tip.

"Don't you dare, we have baking to do," she said, warning me sternly, yet remaining her playful smile.

In addition to making a decent heap of buns, with many puns and a lot of teasing, we started making homemade pizza. Mel said both Maia and Hope ate like crazy so we ended up making six Italian-styled pizzas. Probably way too much, but we had made so much dough, it was ridiculous. Almost as if we weren't completely focused when we did the measurements.

Nearing the end of it, I had to sit down, as my hands and arms were starting to cramp up a bit. Mel gracefully took care of the rest, while I admired her. She was putting the pizza crusts into the fridge, as we weren't having them before the evening, and it was just past afternoon. Why did we make pizzas in the middle of the day? Who knows, I guess we got carried away.

"Someone letting the woman do all the work?" I heard a gloomy, yet pleasantly familiar voice.

Hope came into the kitchen, having spent her whole day seemingly in her room.

"So much for getting that sun," I chuckled. Hope rolled her eyes, but also gave me a small snort, appreciating the joke.

"Guess where I'm heading, doofus," Hope stuck her tongue at me, waving her book in my face.

"What you reading anyway?" I asked, swatting away her book.

She showed me the cover of a book by some guy called Joe Abercrombie.

"The Blade Itself?" I asked, reading the title.

"I'll let you borrow it after I'm done," Hope offered and walked outdoors through the kitchen door.

"David never took an interest," Mel said, looking over, having inspected the conversation.

"Why not? Hope seems like a nice girl," I said, chugging some water.

"Pff, you're just saying that because she has a small crush on you," Mel joked. I almost choked on my water. I coughed heavily, trying not to. Mel laughed heartily. She loved teasing me.

"Hilarious," I said, gulping some more water down to kill the cough.

"Wanna sit out back?" Mel asked, looking out.

"You guys have a backyard?"

"Apparently, I'm a poor house guide. We do. It's just a fenced-in lawn and a few chairs. But I guess it's way too freezing cold out. Don't know why Hope is doing it. Probably just to prove a point... Anyway," Mel turned to me suddenly, "Should we head out for your tattoo instead, then?"

Why not? Might as well get it done, I figured. I followed her back out to the car again, imagining Mel sunbathing in a bikini out back in the summer. Maybe I should go into hibernation until spring so I could find out.

I had already scouted a tattoo shop and called them earlier to say that I might swipe by today. It was coincidentally located in the parking lot where Mel had jerked me off that one time that seemed like so long ago now. I guess that influenced my choice a bit. Also, they did original work, which was more important.

Mel gave a smirk when we pulled into the parking lot.

"You little devil," she said as we exited the car.

The tattoo shop was like any other tattoo shop. Burly men with mean looks, but kind souls. At least from the short conversation I had had with them over the phone before, when inquiring about original work.

The big burly, flannel-wearing dude that greeted us as we entered seemed familiar. At a second glance, I saw that it was the bartender from when I met Mel. I had accidentally called him pathetic. "My god, this has to be a divine sign," I thought. Both the parking lot and the bartender from the evening when we finally conceived?

Mel and I exchanged a wicked glance. The bartender didn't seem to recognise either of us, however. Which made sense, giving his job.

"Bran?" the man said checking his log. I nodded. "I'm George."

"You the one who wanted a... red lipstick kiss?" he said, reading from a post-it note. "Do you have the art?"

I was a bit startled. I didn't realize I was supposed to bring something like that. I stupidly thought Mel could just kiss on my chest and they would do the tattoo over it. Of course, that wouldn't work.

George saw the predicament written plainly across my face, but Mel spoke up.

"If you have a piece of paper, I actually brought some lipstick in my purse. I could just 'make' the art right now?" Mel suggested. George raised an eyebrow, surprised it was her kiss I wanted, a woman in her early 40s. But I didn't care. Mel was my girlfriend! It was with some self-control that I didn't scream it.

"There you go, ma'am," George said and handed her paper.

I closely watched as Mel applied her lipstick. Her red lips were some of my favorite things in the world. She had such lovely lips, and they clad red expertly. Mel raised the paper to her lips and gave it a big smooch. I never thought I would envy a piece of paper, but here I sat envying.

What followed was an hour of excruciating pain and agonizing grunts from me, small talk from George, and Mel reading some of the magazines that were in the waiting area.

The result was better than expected, nothing like I had thought it would turn out. Turns out big burly George had a diligent hand. The tattoo was at a slight angle in the middle of my left pec. I had to admit, I thought it looked kind of badass, especially knowing it was the actual kiss of my hot cougar girlfriend, Mel. I thought maybe I show Frank, as he was the one who gave me the idea in the first place.

*

When we got home, I slumped into the two-seater. I was exhausted from the day and from the week still. I was absolutely drained.

"Mind if I pass out for half an hour?" I asked Mel, trying to suppress a yawn. Mel squatted down next to me and laid a gentle hand on my cheek.

"Of course, darling. Go ahead," Mel said and gave me a kiss. "But only if you do it shirtless."

I laughed, but still dragged my shirt off. Mel gave my torso a quick longing look before she went off to tend to the pizzas. I looked at the clock. It was almost six o'clock. The day had flown by. What a rollercoaster of a day.

—

I must've been more tired than I realized. I had fallen asleep the moment I had laid back on the sofa. Though I was somewhat awake, I wasn't ready to get up quite yet.

That's when I felt fingers featherlike trace my abs. It tickled me some, and immediately gave me goosebumps. I couldn't help but let out a small groan. But that seemed to send the fingers away. I was too tired to focus on what that was all about, so I just tried to sleep again.

But then after a few moments, the fingers returned. This time on my chest, slowly inching towards my fresh tattoo. The fingers traced the outline of it, then gently dragged across the middle of it, where the lips parted. As if inspecting it. I couldn't help but feel my dick grow a little bit from the sensual nature of the touch, something I was a complete sucker for. Then the fingers disappeared again.

Weird.

I lingered a moment, then I scratched myself where I had been touched. Now I didn't even want to sleep. I guess I was done napping. I sat up from the sofa and opened my eyes, squinting at the bright lights from the kitchen, where Mel was humming happily as she put the first pizza in the oven.

Weird.

I looked over at the three-seater where Hope sat, having changed into red and black checkered flannel pajama pants and a black tank top. Seemingly reading her book, still. There was no way Mel could make it back to the kitchen between touching me and me sitting up. And Hope really didn't seem to read that much, just urgently staring into the book.

Had it really been Hope, taking a chance while I was sleeping?

"Good morning," Hope said, in her regular gloomy, half-sarcastic fashion.

"Or good evening, but who's asking," I joked, stretching out. I couldn't help but notice her stealing a glance at my chest and abs as I did.

"Nice tattoo," Hope said. "When did you get it? I didn't see it last time."

Last time was when we met in the kitchen a few weeks ago, in the middle of the night.

"Today actually," I said. Hope raised an eyebrow.

"Really? So whose is it?" she asked, now looking at my tattoo more. At least now it was part of the conversations, so it was innocent enough.

"Mine, of course. Can't you see?" I answered, playing stupid.

"Argh, of course. I meant... the kiss, is it from someone?"

"Yeah, from Mel," I said promptly. Hope's eyes widened at how bluntly I put it. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it back over my head. It was fine to tease and be playful about it, but I didn't want to push it too far or anything.

Maia joined us soon after, and the four of us sat in the living room eating copious amounts of pizza. It seemed like she was out with her friends a lot. I guess it was a way to get out of the house when David was around. She seemed to be pretty accepting of me, however. I guess I could've expected spite, loathing even, but Maia seemed pretty cool about it.

"So girls, it's official," Mel suddenly declared. Hope and Maia both looked at her with raised eyebrows. "I just wanted to say that it's official. That Bran and I are in fact dating."

I gulped. I hadn't really thought that she would tell her daughters. Of course, she would. I just wasn't used to what it entailed dating a grown woman with two daughters. The girls exchanged a glance and then looked back at their mom, mouths slightly hanging in confused disbelief.

"Eeerh. We know?" Hope said. Maia nodded slowly, agreeing with her older sister. Mel gave their reaction a laugh. She had expected something grander, but the kids seemed to not think it was a huge 'event', more a natural progression.

"What, you didn't think we would notice you dragging a new dude in and dumping David?" Hope said, not holding back.

"Maia, you should see his new tattoo," Hope said. "It's from Mom!"

Mel smirked shyly but turned for me to demonstrate.

"Really? How?" Maia asked a bit confused.

"Come on, show us," Hope said. Was she using this as an excuse to get my shirt off? Erh, whatever, better not drag it out and make it awkward.

I took my shirt off again.

"See?" Hope said. Maia raised her eyebrows.

"That's from mom?" she asked. I nodded. "You look pretty strong," Maia said matter-of-factly as I threw my shirt back on.

"Do you think you can lift any of us?" Hope asked. "Can you lift mom? You know you have to carry her across the door, right?"

"Oh, he's plenty strong. Right, Bran?" Mel said, laughing at her oldest.

I shrugged. I was pretty confident I could lift all three. Probably all three at once, even.

"Well... pick me up," Mel challenged. It had been a while since I had done actual weight lifting, so I was actually somewhat curious if boxing maintained any of my strength. So why the hell not?

I got up and dragged Mel to her feet.

"Ready?" I asked. Mel bit her lip and nodded.

I placed my hands on her hips and with a grunt, I lifted her straight up. Mel hooted loudly, as she flew into the air. I held her there for a moment to prove the point, and then let her down.

"Easy peasy," I said confidently.

"What about Maia and me?" Hope asked eagerly. I easily picked up Maia, as she was the lightest. She giggled as I easily thrust her up into the air.

Hope was no struggle either. I even tossed her into the coach, emanating a laughing squeal from her as she became airborne. The four of us couldn't help but laugh. It was a ridiculous scene.

"Now both of us," Maia cheered. I picked them both up and one by one I threw them into the coach, careful not to throw too hard so they wouldn't hurt themselves or anything. They seemed to love getting tossed, which was pretty surreal I guess. Perhaps it was fun flying.

Maia got up shaking her head, still cheerfully giggling.

"Well, as fun as it is to experience the life of a kamikaze pilot, I got League in a few, so I'll let you guys watch whatever you want," Maia said, then put a finger towards me. "But you need to prove yourself, mister. Strong dude or not. If you're dating my mother, you'll binge all the Resident Evils with us. The TV series too!" Maia declared.

"Maaan, it has been so long since we did that! David hated movies, and mom don't like zombies," Hope explained.

"Yeah, you guys can do that," Mel chuckled.

Maia waved good night and ran up the stairs.

"Bran, can you throw me again? It was so fun," Hope said, eagerly. It did seem like she thought it was the most fun she had been part of.

"Sorry, I'm just so sore. You guys are just lucky I'm so damn strong I can toss all of you around even as sore as I am," I quipped. Hope pouted playfully.

"Maybe I can give you a massage?" Mel asked. I hesitated, not so sure. It would be awesome getting a massage, but it didn't seem like Hope was going anywhere. My hesitation was not lost on them.

"It's alright," Mel said, smiling reassuringly. "She's seen your ripped, toned six pack before, nothing to worry about."

"Eeerh" I said, still a bit uncertain. Hope sat herself up sideways in the sofa, looking across from me to her mother.

"Mind if I touch your boyfriend, mom?" Hope said in a mock-sensual way, trying to ease the tension I felt. I guess it sort of did. Keeping it playful certainly helped.

"Oh so you wanna give my boyfriend a massage, you little brat?" Mel said with a laugh. "Go ahead then, daughter."

The thing is, I can't help but find Hope attractive. And all the teasing, as much as I appreciated it, it also made it sort of difficult for me to know where the line was drawn. Regardless, Mel was tugging at my shirt, trying to get it off of me once again. I happily obliged, leaning up to let her almost rip it off. How many times can a guy take off his shirt in one day? I felt like I was about to set a record.

"Fuck you're ripped," Hope said, in an almost moaning fashion, not really paying attention to what she was saying.

"I know, right?" Mel said proudly. I could see Hope turn bright pink at that, not realizing she had spoken out loud.

As I leaned back, both Mel and Hope started lightly feeling my chest and abs. Mel on my chest, Hope on my abs. Mel was of course more forceful, being Mel, and being more comfortable with my body. Hope was truly delicate, to the point of tickling me.

And as whenever I was touched sensually, I started to swell. With great focus I was fortunately managed to keep it at bay, only maintaining a semi. The last thing I wanted was to sport a full hardon in front of Mel, while Hope was touching me. Or maybe worse, in front of Hope, while Hope was touching me.

"Sit up. While your abs are very appetizing, I think it's your back that needs attention first."

In the corner of my eyes I could see Hope slightly bite her lip. Just like her mother. Though I noticed that Hope's lips were slightly fuller, and a bit bottom-heavy. Fuck... It was fortunate that I would sit with my back to her. Mel smiled reassuringly at me, then turned to her daughter.

"It is important to keep him warmed up," Mel instructed. "And start lightly, as he's sore. Increase the pressure as you... he gets into it."

"He's already warm," Hope said.

"Well, that's one of the many luxuries of Bran," Mel said affectionately, kissing my forehead. Meanwhile I felt soft touches along my sore back. Hope was scratching me lightly with her black fingernails.

It was almost as if Hope was afraid of putting pressure. I knew she was strong, but I also knew I could take it. But Hope continued with light touches, slowly applying some pressure here and there. It was more like she was inspecting the toning of all the muscles in my back rather than massaging me. I didn't really mind it. My whole body was on cloud nine.

Even if you removed all the teasing nature of it all, my body really did need some loving care. I was so banged up from the last two weeks I could barely move without my muscles screaming. The slow sensual touches to my back was a relief in itself. Goosebumps covered my body as I shuddered at the fantastic sensation of having my back slowly caressed.

Mel then got up and left the room, leaving us alone for a few moments. Only then did Hope dare speak.

"Are you ready for me?" Hope asked. For fucks sake, do they both talk in innuendos? I groaned in response.

"Yeh, I think you can go a bit harder," I said, removing any doubt of the conversation.

Just as Hope was about to apply more pressure, Mel reentered the living room with a bottle in her hand. It was lube! Or... Massage oil as it's also called.

"Here. Makes it easier," Mel said, handing it to Hope. Mel then went to dim the lights a bit.

"This an excuse to get me oiled up?" I groaned as Hope started to smear cold oil across my back.

"Who can blame me? Girl gotta get her fix," Mel teased, winking at me. Hope said nothing. Normally Hope was witty, but right now she seemed like she was determined to keep distracted by massaging my back.

Hope's sensual touch was all gone now. She used her thumbs and pressed in hard, kneading my muscles out. Down my back, up my back. Pressing hard.

"Jesus, you're pretty strong," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady through the euphoria that was going on in my back. Like most massages you get when being sore, it was uncomfortable yet fantastic.

"Oh, shut up. You can take it," Hope said, doubling down on the pressure in my shoulders. Hope was certainly back to herself now.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

"Stop being a bitch," Hope joked. My laugh was killed by another cry in pain and pleasure. Hope went onto grind her fingers and thumbs into my back for several minutes.

"You're pretty good at this, Hope," Mel chimed. "But it's time to flip over, Bran. We need to bake your chest in too."

I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief. I turned towards Hope. She had worked up a small sweat, her face and arms shining in the yellow streetlight from outside. Mel then put her hand on my shoulders, pulling me backwards.

"It's easier if you lie down. Plus, you need to rest your back," Mel said seductively.

I happily obliged. Hope moved to the floor while I let myself fall backwards ending up with my head cradled in Mel's lap, and my legs sprawled onto the coach. My dick luckily was still only at a semi and laid so that it wasn't too obvious. Hope looked down, unsure what to do. There was no room for her now. She started to move to get down on her knees on the floor, when her mother stopped her, waving Hope off.

"Nonsense. Just sit on his lap. Gives you better leverage," Mel said, smiling wickedly at Hope.

Hope seemed a bit perplexed by it. Unsure even. Maybe she hadn't expected how far it had gotten and didn't know how to react. Hope looked down at my crotch for a split second, then looked around and found a blanket that she neatly placed over my crotch. Hope then climbed on top of me, carefully sitting down onto me, carefully sitting on her heels more than me.

So there I was. Head in the lap of Mel, a mature, sexy cougar, and straddled by her pretty young, goth daughter. I was smaller than Mel but taller than Hope. Probably stronger than both. Yet, lying underneath both of them made me feel small. But not necessarily in a bad way. More in a way of comfort, of safety. Like it was a sanctuary for me to rest my mind in. Like this was the two people in this world designated, devoted even, to take care of me, at least in this very instant. It was kind of surreal. Like a dream. But... It was just a massage after all.