Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 06

I couldn't really see Mel, but I felt her soft hands rub on my shoulders, stroking my cheeks and caressing me gently. Meanwhile, Hope was looking down at me, seeming a bit flustered, and a bit unsure what was next.

"Like what you see?" Mel teased Hope. I was so fucking happy Hope sat on her heels now.

"Erh," Hope said, slowly leaning over me, rubbing oil into my just as sore chest.

"Oh, there's lots to go around!" Mel moaned, looking down at me as well.

"Mom!" Hope shrieked and sat back up, shocked at her mother.

"Okay, I'll let it be," Mel said, now turning a bit warmer.

Hope hesitated for a moment, eyeing her mother. She then squirted more oil into her hands and continued rubbing oil into my chest. It was a severely interesting dynamic to look up at Hope, who was so much smaller than me, look back down at me. Her dark eye-liner made her eyes look a bit heavier. But focused, as Hope rubbed massage oil into my well-developed pecs, leaning her weight into me. She was light, but I could feel that hidden strength in her fingers. I could feel the slight crackling as she pressed her fingers into the very fibers of my chest.

Hope didn't seem to try to play any games of seduction, focusing on actually getting an efficient massage out of this. Perhaps it was her way of coping with this out-of-the-ordinary situation. Hell, it was weird to me too. But I was locked into just having to receive the care from Hope, as well as Mel who was still gently caressing my face. I almost felt sleepy here between these two incredible women. How could I not feel like the most appreciated man?

I don't know if I dozed off, but all of a sudden there was a shift as Hope was getting off of me. I guess I had been relaxed a bit too much.

"Good, it's important to not overdo it. As good as it feels, a part of restitution is rest too. And perhaps a nice warm bath in our hot tub upstairs would do," Mel said, teasing me. I started to groggily sit up. "Looks like Bran needs a good night's sleep anyhow! Did you fall asleep there for a minute, sweetie?"

"What about his legs? Boxers work with their legs mostly, right?" Hope asked, perhaps a bit too eager.

Mel couldn't help but chuckle at her daughter's enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'll take care of those, Hope, don't you worry," Mel said and stood up. Hope looked a bit defeated, but relented regardless.

"Fuck Hope, that was incredible. Pardon my french. You knocked me out, pun intended," I said as I swung my legs out of the coach. Hope gave a small smile at that.

I made it to the hallway door when I stopped to see if Mel was coming or not. I turned and saw Hope give her mother a hug. Mel was a bit perplexed, it seemed. Perhaps this was not something she was used to from her daughter. After a mere moment's hesitation, the hug was returned. How little love had this family endured before? I had to wonder. Physical affection seemed almost a stranger between them. I was dedicated to being the complete opposite. Mel, Hope, and Maia all needed me, I realized. As much I needed them it was obvious that a proper, caring family-man had been lacking in this household.

I chose to linger at the door to let them hug it out.

"Mom..." Hope whispered into her mothers embrace. I knew all too well how good those felt. "Can Bran move in?"

I was absolutely floored at the suggestion. Had I heard correctly? Was my mind playing tricks on me? I didn't hear what Mel said, but it didn't seem to be a negative answer. The hug broke up and the two of them came over.

"All good?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

"Never better," Mel said. Hope looked at her mother with a huge grin. What had Mel said about letting me move in? Was that the cause of Hope's exceedingly happy expression?

Hope moved over to me and hooked her arm into my elbow, seeming way more comfortable around me now. She practically dragged me along.

"Can you tuck me in, New Daddy?" Hope asked, in an almost playful, girlish manner.

"Sure thing, honey," I said in an over-the-top deep voice.

"I'll run the bath in the meantime," Mel said behind me.

To the sounds of cursing from Maia's room(League of Legends warrants a lot of foul language), we ascended the stairs. Hope's bedroom was the second door once up the stairs.

Her bedroom was the typical goth teenager bedroom. It was messy with posters all over. Her desk was filled with different papers, books, and some packs of unopened... underwear. I didn't check which kind. Hope's bed was a metal framed coach-looking thingy, with a double mattress and some huge pillows.

Hope was about to walk in, but I had other ideas. Before she knew what was up, I had used whatever strength I had left and wrapped my hands around her waist, and lifted her up. Hope squealed as I thrust her up above my head, took two steps, and threw her across the room and into her bed. Hope was cackling like crazy, barely able to breath as I came over and roughly shoved a blanket up to under her cheek.

"Sleep!" I said in a commanding voice, pointing a stern finger at her face. She looked up at me, still giggling, pouting slightly.

"Only if I get a good night kiss," Hope murmured in a bit too girlish way. A complete contrast to her gothy outlook. She looked up at me, waiting for what type of reaction she would get, slightly pouting her bottom lip.

I decided to call her bluff. I bent down and did what she had done a few times so far. I gave her a light peck on the cheek. As soon as my lips touched her tender cheek, I wanted to do more. But I held steady and got up quickly enough and out of there.

"Good night," I said, more softly this time.

"Good night, Bran."

I was about to turn and walk out when Hope spoke up again.

"Please say yes," Hope said. I didn't know what she was talking about, so I gave her a curt nod and went out, closing the door gently behind me.

*

"She all tucked in?" Mel asked. I tried to search for a hint of anger, jealousy, or any other signs of distress but found none. Mel was in her regular good mood.

"Yeah... I gave her a peck... right here," I said pointing at my own cheek.

"And?" Mel asked, tapping the hot tub for me to get in. I only had pants on, my shirt was still somewhere downstairs, so it was a fast process to get naked.

"I just wanted to be transparent," I said.

"That's sweet, and I appreciate it," Mel said, genuinely. "But Hope likes you. And I like you. Don't worry about it. She needs someone in her life who is not afraid to be themselves. Who's not afraid of getting affection from his girls, and showing some back. Believe me, it's all fine."

I slowly descended into the water. It was bleeding warm, but at the same time, it was so comfortable. It truly alleviated a lot of the tension in my aching body already.

"Hope has had it rough, being the oldest. Hell, I haven't really had it easy either. I am the last to oppress any affection she feels. Or you. You know why? Because I know you'll always be mine."

Fuck yeah, I would always be hers. Her confidence in me made me flutter. It swelled within me.

"Mel, how fantastic are you?" I asked sincerely, leaning my head against the edge of the hot tub, looking up at Mel as she squatted down behind me. Mel moved her gentle, yet strong fingers to my temple and started to gently massage.

"Oh Bran, keep talking like that and you're getting lucky tonight," Mel said and added, "Not that you wouldn't anyway."

Naturally, I continued giving her compliments. Soon enough Mel was naked, sitting into me with her head on my chest. I held her, stroking her shoulder. Maybe I should massage her? She did a lot for me. And hell, even a foot rub, with her ankle still a bit stiff, would probably be much appreciated.

My strokes started evolving into me kneading her shoulders gently. Mel started to moan as I pressed with my fingers. She scooted forward a bit, giving me better room to apply more pressure and to do more areas across her back. Despite my soreness, I was determined to do a good job for her. I started to press my thumbs into her, cramming her muscles out. I wasn't as skilled as Mel, or Hope for that matter, but I knew somewhat where it felt good on me and tried to find the same places on Mel.

At least Mel seemed to enjoy it, as she was pressing slightly against my fingers, moaning satisfyingly as I found good spots.

"Mel, could you sit over there?" I asked after a some minutes, pointing towards the seat next to me. It was a four person hot tub, with seats in all four corners. Mel raised an eyebrow, but moved over.

I gently, as to not hurt her, took her right foot and lifted it up to my knee. Mel quickly seemed to get the hint, leaning back, closing her eyes. I started to press into her heels with my thumbs, pressing as hard as I dared.

"That is good, Bran," Mel moaned.

"Let me know if it hurts," I said. Mel gave a small nod.

I continued to knead her feet, gently pinching each of her toes, sometimes running my hands up her smooth calves, gently scratching her with my fingernails, much to the delight of Mel who seemed to thoroughly enjoy herself.

After a few minutes I switched to her other foot, giving it the same treatment. When I neared the end, Mel opened her eyes again, looking almost sleepy. But also like she had just gotten an idea. She looked at me with a half-smile.

"Could you... give it a kiss? Kiss my foot? I've never had that done before," Mel asked.

"I am not one to deny my girl her wishes," I said and bent down to her small feet.

I was never a feet-type of guy, but her being Mel I was willing to do more or less anything she asked of me. Not really sure where to start, I began with planting a light peck onto her big toe. Mel's moan at impact certainly encouraged me to take it further. I treated each of her toes with a kiss, before working myself down the sides of her soles. Then I went for broke, and gently licked from the heel and up to her pinky toe.

"Ooouuh, that tickles!" Mel drew her foot slightly, giggling, but quickly returned the foot to my knee. I dutifully went back to work, working my tongue across her toes.

"This is actually really awesome," Mel said. "What do you think?"

"It certainly isn't as bad as it could be. I just love worshiping you, and the way you seem to enjoy it... I guess I like it," I answered. Mel nodded for me to continue.

I then switched to her other foot, trying to retrace my steps. But after I had come to her big toe, I decided to try another thing. I ran my tongue up her big toe and started to kiss her toe. After a bit I slipped her big toe into my mouth and gently sucked on it, just going with motions, seeing what felt right. And sucking Mel's big toe seemed like the next thing.

Mel gasped in great surprise. It probably tickled a bit too much. She withdrew her foot and urgently came up next to me.

"Oh you naughty boy, always know how to—" Mel didn't even finish her sentence before she started kissing all over my chin, my cheek, and then my mouth, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Sitting in the steaming hot tub, making out with the hottest woman I knew, after just having licked her feet, I stood at full mast.

Mel of course noticed, but she didn't touch my huge hard-on. Not yet.

"I want to, but I have a duty as your dear girlfriend to take care of you in every way. Not just to suck off your gorgeous dick. And right now, we need to knead those sexy thighs of yours. Sit on the edge."

As her dutiful boyfriend, I of course sat up on the edge. Mel moved in between my legs, placing her hands at the nape of my knees, then pressing firmly forward towards my groin. It felt like she was splitting the muscle heads in my thighs.

Mel then focused on each thigh, using her strong fingers to press the muscles apart, and using her thumbs to firmly knead out any tension that was in them. It was truly a sports massage, and Mel was pretty effective. Sports massages are rarely as comfortable as regular massages, but the relief I felt in my thighs was still unbelievable. It was also mesmerizing how strong Mel was in her hands.

"How did you get so strong?" I asked. Mel shrugged.

"Turning a mop for over a decade, I guess," Mel said, refocusing on my calves before switching back to both of my thighs, a hand on each.

It almost felt like she was trying to seperate the muscles in my legs. Mel did long strokes with deep presses with her fingers, cramming her fingers har, slowly making her way down to my cock. But again, she didn't touch it. Not yet. She only came reeeaaally close. My cock was twitching each time Mel moved her hands up. Mel was admiring my legs. Her eyes traveled up and down my thighs, how toned they had become.

After a few back and forths of those long strokes, Mel couldn't resist anymore and bent down and kissed the insides of my thighs, slowly making her way towards my aching cock and my very sensitive balls. Mel moved up to my abs and started to lick her way around, savoring me, kissing her way down, sucking slightly at my skin. But before she started on my cock, Mel sat back up a bit and looked up along my body.

"Nothing in the world can stop me from loving this hot, hot body of yours," Mel said in a sultry voice. Her way around a compliment was truly magnificent. "I can't help it!"

"Fuck, Mel. What can I say? Except, I fucking love you, babe!"

"Babe, huh? That does sound good. So, babe, do you want your babe to kiss this magnificent cock of yours?" Mel asked. It had to be rhetorical, right? Right?

"My body is yours," I answered. Mel smiled and leaned down and kissed the head of my cock. It was a gentle kiss. One that would've sprung my cock to full attention. But alas, I was already there.

One kiss led to another. At the third, Mel ever so slightly opened her mouth more, taking the first inch of my cock into her lips. Another few kisses and my whole head was inside her warm loving mouth. Mel expertly applied just the right amount of pressure around my head and slid further down before going back up. She did this a few times before she started actively bobbing her head up and down on my rock-hard steel.

It was incredible. How else could I describe it? Mel was swirling her tongue on her ascent, pressing hard on the underside of my cock as she descended.

I tilted my head back, closing my eyes, just enjoying the bliss. A blowjob from someone you love, given from a place of absolute love, was probably as good as it would ever get.

"Fuck, I can't get enough," Mel panted as she got off of my dick. I leaned down, tilted her head up to me and kissed her with great passion.

"Mel, I can't get enough," I said. Mel gave me a small grin before getting back to sucking off my cock. Though it wasn't really sucking me off. It was like Mel was making love to my cock, but with her mouth, the way she firmly pressed her lips and tongue around my shaft, bobbing up and down eagerly.

The inevitable was about to happen. I felt it boiling, building up with every stroke. I stood no chance against Mel's love. Against Mel's skill.

"Mel, I'm going to cum if you keep it up like that," I moaned. Mel released my cock for a mere second.

"That's the point," Mel said, then went back to work.

It was just something about it. Maybe it was because it was Mel. Or maybe it was her skill. Maybe it was both. But once again, Mel had me shaking all over, goosebumps running wild as she sucked me to completion. With a series of grunts, I started to cum right into her eager mouth. With each twitch I shot a huge load into her mouth, quickly filling her mouth.

Mel of course knew how to remedy that. Just like last time, Mel swallowed it all, even showing her empty mouth to me. I couldn't help but groan satisfyingly.

"Mel..." I started, but unable to say anything else. Mel smiled up at me, knowing how much I loved her efforts. Not being able to talk was a testament in itself.

Normally one could expect the event to be over, but as soon as Mel was done swallowing my cum and cleaning me tenderly up, she went back to assertively knead my thighs, calves and use her powerful thumbs on my heels even. It went on for several minutes until the water started to run luke, which was our signal to get out.

Mel helped me get out of the tub, and after a hurried toothbrush, we were in bed. Me on my back, Mel on top of me eagerly eating my face, licking and kissing all over.

"Bran..." She began. "Do you know what Hope asked? Before?"

"No, but I'd love to know," I said. I knew, but I played along.

"She asked if you could move in with us... So... What do you say?"

"What do you say?" I retorted. "It's not up to Hope."

"Bran. Fucking move in. I don't want you anywhere else than in my house, always ready to give me a good fuck, to make love to me, to care for me. To give me attention like no one else can," Mel said. She stopped her kisses to look at me. "I want you. I need you."

"Mel. There is no way I wouldn't. Yes!" I said, pulling her into me.

"Roomies," Mel said, giving a faint chuckle.

"Well, I'm moving into a house full of girls, I would be nuts to say no," I said earnestly.

Mel leaned up, looking down at me. She took a firm grip around my cock and started grind her pussy lips against it.

"Let's celebrate, then," Mel moaned seductively.

"Do you consent?" Mel asked playfully, almost high school girlish. Perhaps a joke at how forceful she usually was. Her grinding against me quickly made me fully hard.

"Mel, I give you perpetual consent."

"Perpetual? Hmmm, I like that," Mel said. "Might have to ambush you with that one from time to time."

"Please do, Mel. Please, I beg you," I teased. Mel smiled wickedly at me.

"No need. Now, don't say a word. And don't move. I'll take care of you, my hurting soldier," Mel said with care. She placed two fingers at my chest, to assure me to lay still. Those words were so familiar. Perhaps it was why she chose them.

Mel rose up, dragging my cock with her. Being Mel, she didn't hesitate one bit. She lowered herself onto my cock as soon as it was aligned. Fuck, how was she still this tight? She was gripping me so fucking hard.

"Mel, you're so fantastic. You feel so good," I moaned through gritted teeth. I wanted her to know how much I appreciated her.

"I said, don't say a word," Mel said sternly. I mimicked zipping my mouth. "Just let me take care of you."

Mel then started slowly grinding back and forth. Slow at first, building up the pace as the coupling went on, going faster and faster. Soon she was violently rocking into me with such force the whole bed was rocking back and forth with her motions. With my hands on her amazing ass, I felt her cheeks flex with every movement. God how awesome it was to both feel her ass in movement, and also feel the squeezing sensation around my cock. Looking up at my woman who had clenched her eyes shut amidst the overwhelming pleasure. Soon enough Mel was panting and grinding her way through an orgasm, truly knowing how to use my cock as the perfect tool.

"Hope," Mel said, having slowed down. She was resting her head against my chest, me still inside her. Of course, my mind drifted. I saw Hope's face in my mind.

"Huh?" Was all I managed to get out.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say she might have a crush on you. She's usually so witty, bratty even. But from the moment you took off your shirt, she was so timid," Mel said, starting the grinding again.

Mel moaned out loud. Teasing me about her daughter was somehow getting to her.

"What do you say, Bran? Do you find my daughter attractive?" Mel asked, starting to bounce up and down. I was blown. I couldn't believe the naughtiness coming from Mel. But she didn't press it any further. For the best!

She got fully engorged in bouncing hard, bringing her towards another ripping climax. Her panting quickly became more and more exasperated. Soon Mel was almost shrieking, as she cried loudly. Normally Mel slowed down, so to make the coupling last longer, but she was having none of that tonight. In an act of hot mercy, Mel didn't let up her bouncing. Instead, she held firmly as she coaxed another orgasm from me. I jolted, cumming inside my loving Mel, through gritted teeth. Fucking christ, there was nothing better. It felt incredible every single time!