Two Mothers in Trouble

"Why don't you go get us some takeout dinner at the Thai place? By the time you get back, I'll have this all fixed up. Bring some Thai beer too."

She had a tray ready when he returned, and told him to get out of his good clothes and climb in there while she fixed the food. She had lipstick and eyeshadow on. Her football jersey was over fleece capris. Alex wasn't sure what was going on. He felt left behind.

When he came back from the bathroom, Marie was in the bed with a towel under the tray of food to catch any spills. He was down to his boxers and feeling very self conscious because he was getting hard looking at Marie.

She smiled at him. "I have a confession to make. You know what my mom said? That was all a joke. I told her that I decided a long time ago to sleep with you, but wasn't going to do it until there was a bed and a bathroom here. So she was just kidding around to let us know it's ok if I don't come home tonight because I'm with you."

Poor Alex! He took a mouthful of food to hide his confusion.

"Alex, you seem very tense. We are supposed to be having fun. Are you having fun yet?"

She laughed and pulled his hair and took a big swig of her beer.

The food was terrific, so he could avoid talking because his mouth was full. He lectured himself that he really was having fun. He began scheming to get back at his smartass girlfriend who was always one jump ahead of him. He rubbed Marie's neck and made approving noises.

She looked at him and said, "Well?"

He reached up under her jersey and pinched a stiff nipple. She leaned into him. "That's more like it. You are finally hitting on me. Are you hard yet? A girl has some expectations, you know."

She put the tray on the floor and climbed into his lap. His cock was poking out of his boxers and she stroked it firmly. "I've only had one boyfriend and he didn't give me enough sex. I hope you can do better." She licked his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Alex relaxed against the fluffy pillows and eased the jersey off. Marie had perfect breasts for her body. High and firm, with stiff nipples that stuck right out at him. His hands worked up and down her back, drawing those tits closer and closer. She kissed him again, waiting for his mouth to reach her boobs. Her pelvis was rocking on him. She rose up on her knees and let her wet cunt swallow his prick. Hmmm, that felt very fine.

His eyes were wide. "You know, this is my first time. I'm embarrassed to be so naive about sex."

"You are doing great so far. See how wet I am? That's all for you. Now get busy. I know you won't last long the first time." She flipped them over, stretched her hands above her head and moaned loudly. "Oh yes, yes, yes." She humped up at him and he thrust her hard body back into the new mattress.

She was milking him. His big tool was going crazy. He couldn't believe the flow of joy from his cock into his body. He grunted and plunged harder. She didn't let up, calling him a stud and a big cocked bastard. His whole body stiffened and his firehose flooded her, burst after burst of backed up cum emptying out of him like floodwaters on the Colorado. His hands grabbed her ass and turned them over again. She reached for the towel and stuffed it between them.

He pulled up the blanket and covered her. "Is it ok if I'm in love with you?"

She said nothing, her head on his chest, breath still coming in deep heaves,

After a while, she raised herself and smiled. "I'm not sure you can afford to be in love with me. I need a lot more of the sex you just gave me. I want a kitchen so I can cook for us. It would be nice if we could have a hot tub out back to soak in after a hard day. I want..."

"Aren't you going to ask what I want?" His hands on her behind were rubbing them together. She could feel him getting hard. Her clit was giving off little shock waves.

"One guess. You want to do me again." She made it easy by lifting herself and sliding her oozing cunt down on him. "I'm full of your stuff."

He was very big and hard. She felt even better now than before. He pinched her nipples hard and she complained, but he noticed her cunt clenched on him every time he pinched her. He wasn't in a hurry anymore. He lay there, relaxed and looking at her pink face and flushed chest.

"You are very pretty after sex. Makes me want you more."

"Are you enjoying the benefits my mom was talking about?"

"I know it sounds stupid, but I never knew until tonight what friends with benefits meant. I could get used to this. But I guess I can't afford you."

She giggled and rolled them over yet again. "Shut up and do me."

Alex was finally into her sex play and gave her a good hard fuck until she screamed and came. He pulled out, picked her up and carried her to the new shower with the waterfall head. They hugged each other and rocked back and forth under the deluge until the hot ran out.

She put the leftover food and beer on the corner table and jumped into the far side of the bed. He turned out the light and followed her. They were asleep in seconds.

It was still dark and she was squeezing his erection. "Before my dad died, he and my mom had sex almost every morning before daylight. I used to creep down the hall so I could hear better. She would tease him about what a useless horny good for nothing he was, and he would call her a slut and a nympho. She would put him in her and tell him to get to work, she had things to do. But pretty soon she would start moaning and crying out and screaming to please don't stop, just make her come. I would get wet myself and come when she did."

Alex was hard as a rock and had his fingers inside her. His mouth was on her boob, working it over. He kissed her with a lot of tongue and asked, "Do you take after your mom?"

"Yes. Get to work."

He couldn't believe how nice it was to be in her. It was the morning after, and everything was better than ever. Like her mom, Marie got all worked up and cried for him to finish her.

They were drying off after another shower when she punched him as hard as she could.

"Ouch! What's that for?"

"I don't know. Something about you gets me excited and wanting to be physical. Why don't you come to my karate class and we can knock each other around to let off steam." She had him in a headlock and was pulling his hair and kissing him.

Chapter 2 - Sheila's Downfall

In a week, the new kitchen appliances were delivered. Alex got the sink and dishwasher hooked up and Marie said there needed to be a dinner celebration. It was time for finals, so they put the celebration off and hit the books. Each night, after they crawled into the sofabed together, Marie put her mobile on speaker and called her Mom. Sheila would answer, "Hi kiddo, how was your day? Then she would say, "Is that rascal Alex still with you?"

Some nights when she was feeling frisky, Marie would be sitting on Alex's cock before she rang Sheila. But mom figured out that when Marie's voice wasn't close to the phone, it meant she was having sex. Soon the goodnight phone calls were pretty racy. Sheila got to the point where she said one night, "If you don't hurry up and come for him, Marie, I may have to visit and put a strap across your rear!" The first time it happened, Marie was so shocked, she did come, and Sheila laughed her head off listening to Marie's screams.

The next morning, when he woke up hard and they were both thinking about a go before school, she said, "My mom's sex life is pretty miserable. What if we asked her to the kitchen celebration dinner, filled her up with booze and took her naked body in this bed with us?"

He was shocked, and thought for the first time about shoving his big cock into another woman. This had possibilities, especially if she was as hot as Marie said.

"That's a terrible idea, sharing your boyfriend with your mother." He paused to plunge himself fully up to the hilt in the sexy daughter, and added, "How soon can we arrange the dinner?"

She laughed and gave a few good humps that got her a pussy full of white gooey stuff that would drip all morning unless she spent a few minutes on top of that fancy bidet.

They got very good grades this quarter. The next time they had sex, Marie whispered to him, "Every time you do this, Alex, my grades go up. Maybe I need you to afford me."

As the day approached for the kitchen celebration dinner, Alex got nervous about not inviting Alice and Sheryl. But they were suddenly off the hook when Alice invited Sheryl to go with her to the annual state librarian fair in Sacramento. Marie laughed a long time over that while she plotted Sheila's downfall. "Actually," she said to Alex, "we are jump starting her new life with men. When we are done with her, she will be so crazy for more sex, she will go out dating."

Marie subtly adjusted her comments to her mother, increasing the number of times she called her Sheila. "She has to think of me not as her daughter, but as another woman. A woman with needs and desires that must be fulfilled. A woman with a male lover who has a roving eye. A woman who wants to share her lover."

Alex rolled his eyes. This was too much scheming. But maybe the sex would be worth it.

After a hard week at school, they lay in bed on Saturday morning thinking about plans for the special dinner with Sheila. Marie stroked him and said, "No sex until tonight. You have to save up!"

He pulled her naked body across his thighs and gave her a few good swats. He loved how rosy pink she got when he worked on her. "You're making me wet and hot. Stop it or I promise to kick you real hard in the balls the next time we practice karate."

He tossed her out of bed and scurried to the shower. When he got to the breakfast table, there was coffee, juice and a croissant. He hugged her from behind and said, "When do I get to give you a ring?"

She turned around, slapped both his cheeks and kissed him hard. "You louse, you are supposed to make a big deal of proposing. You have to be on your knees. I have to cry. This is terrible, just grabbing me and asking."

"Ok, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." He sat down and picked up his juice.

She almost shouted at him, "Alex Livingston, don't you dare ignore me! We've been living together for two months and you keep saying you love me. Was that a marriage proposal you made to me a few minutes ago, or not?"

He stood and pulled her into his strong arms, his eyes locked on hers. She was shaking. He realized the brave front Marie carried around was crumbling. He picked her up and she sobbed on his shoulder. He carried her in the other room, sat back against the cushion of the bed and rocked quietly. She sniffled and wiped her nose on him.

"I do love you when you get mad at me. We've never had a serious fight. Do we need one of those?"

She worked herself around and straddled him. Her eyes were red and her hair in a terrible tangle. Her robe was open down to the tops of her boobs. He wanted to see more. She looked at him and raised her arm to beat on his chest. Then she dropped it and collapsed, crying harder than ever.

"Oh god, this is so bad. I love the nicest guy in the whole world and I treat him like shit."

He pulled up the cover and cuddled her. Before he knew it, she was asleep.

She woke him with kisses. She licked him and stuck her tongue in between his lips. "This is the new Marie talking to you. I am cleaning up my act."

His hand massaged her warm breast. "Don't do too much cleaning up. I like the woman who shares my bed."

"Thank you for that." She squeezed him. "In answer to your original question, what about tonight? What about a little drama in front of Sheila? I can pretend it is a surprise." She rolled them over and found her special wet place for him to enter.

"You did surprise me, you know. A lot of couples our age decide not to get engaged."

He gave a tiny little thrust and she gushed on him. "See, you've got me all emotional."

"I'm still not supposed to come in you because Sheila is going to completely lose it when her darling daughter accepts a proposal right in front of her?"

She humped and squeezed him. "That's right. Repeat after me. 'Marie wants Sheila to have a really good fuck, right in this very bed.' "

He couldn't take it. The talk and the images of his sexy about-to-be mother-in-law sent him into orbit. He plunged hard into Marie and she screamed, "OMG, I'm coming."

It took minutes for them to calm down. "I'm your fiancee now?" she asked. "This is for real?"

He held the tough bundle of joy in his arms and wondered if they were doing the right thing. Neither of them had a decent job. They liked to fuck so much, Marie would probably get pregnant by accident and then what would they do, trying to exist in this guest house.

"You are thinking about how we survive together?"

He kissed the top of her head and said, "Yes. If I'm going to be a husband, I have to worry about supporting us."

She pulled him out of bed and led the way to the shower. Nothing like hot water to wash away your troubles. They dried off and got dressed.

She sat across the breakfast table and put her hand over his. "They say love conquers all, but you and I know better. We're both practical, maybe too practical. I'm halfway to my pharmacy license and you are a whiz with cars. Another year and you can run your own place. Five years and mom will want me to take over the drugstore."

She looked at him and smiled. "We could do worse. Do I get to help shop for the ring?"

She came around the table and kissed him. His arm hugged her slender waist and didn't want to let go.

"I have to get some things for the kitchen at the hardware. We could go by Stan's Jewelry. What do we use for money?"

They came in the front door of the store. Stan took one look and showed them the case with gold and diamond engagement rings. Alex thought to himself that this would be real commitment. He shuddered. She squeezed his hand in excitement. He wondered whether she thought she was making the right choice. He hoped so.

Stan gave them a lot of time, taking care of a woman who came in to claim her repaired watch.

Marie whispered, "What if we get a simple gold band for now, and figure out a diamond later?"

He nodded and she asked Stan if she could try on the one down in front in the case. It slipped right on. The jeweler said, "I don't think it even needs resizing."

The number on the tiny little tag was $480. "If it makes a difference, you can pay me over six months. How much of a down payment do you have?"

Alex pulled out his wallet and extracted a fifty dollar bill from deep inside. Marie found a fifty in her wallet. Alex tried to wave her off, but she insisted. "If we get married, it's all one pot," she said, smiling.

Stan was fine with 25% down and put the ring in a beautiful little box. He smiled at Alex, "Don't drop this when you put it on her finger!" Marie gave him an elbow in the ribs and said, "Right. And don't forget to bring it, either!" They went out of the store walking on air.

Marie had a very long list for the grocery store and Alex did his hardware shopping while she was there. Back at the cottage, she made them a sandwich for lunch and put the lamb cubes in a new cast iron skillet to brown.

He munched on his sandwich and stared at her busy movements in the shiny kitchen. "How come you know how to cook?"

She came over, big knife in hand, and pulled his ear. "You be careful. It's dangerous to tease the chef."

He shrank back from the knife. "Please no. It's too soon to lose my privates."

She reached up and kissed him. "Sheila's not going to know what hit her. Let me show you how to make margaritas. You have to be tall, handsome, and in charge tonight." She looked at him and added, with a laugh, "Like you always are!"

He twirled her upside down. "Just because you know a little karate..."

"Stop! Put me down! I'll be good. I have to cook or there's no dinner."

He couldn't believe all the exotic dishes she was preparing. Half of them he never heard of. He asked to help and she gave him mysterious chores. "Here, you see that pan with milk and eggs and stuff in it, that's going to be dessert. You keep stirring it slowly and carefully and tell me when you see some bubbles. We are not supposed to let it boil."

He stood there, terrified he would do something wrong, stirring really carefully.

She got out four little white dishes he had never seen before and poured the hot mixture into them after putting several tablespoons of liqueur in it. "When that cools, it goes in the refrigerator, but is served at room temperature. Got that?" She hugged him and said, "You are the nicest sous chef I know."

"What's that mean?" She laughed and rubbed the front of his pants. "Mother's little helper. Mother doesn't know it, but she is going to get a treat from you, and it isn't very little."

The afternoon passed quickly with dish after dish being produced. About four, she had him make a small test batch of margaritas. She sipped right from the pitcher and said, "Hmm, not bad. Try it."

He'd never had the mixed flavors of tequila, lime juice and triple sec before. "This is terrific. I get to have more?"

"It's lethal. The tequila will paralyze you. No driving tonight. Good thing Sheila is sleeping over, even if she doesn't know it yet. I already called the neighbor and asked her to feed and water the dog. Told her it was a big secret party for Sheila and we were having mom sleep over after."

Marie looked around and said, "I think we can get cleaned up. I told Sheila that since it was a special occasion, the women should wear dresses."

They were just straightening up the front room when a big truck with 'Arguello Furniture' on the side drove in. Sheila jumped out and hurried up the walk. She opened the front door and hollered, "This is a surprise. You have to go in the bathroom and stay there until I tell you to come out."

He pressed Marie up against the door, enjoying a quiet moment with her. "I'm not kissing you with fresh lipstick. Boyfriends look dumb with lipstick smeared around." She kissed him anyway, very lightly. Her hand found the bulge in his good trousers. His hands were on her butt, pressing them together. "If this is a nice gift, we need to move the big moment up to the cocktail hour so we can reward her properly."

It's a lot of fun when your almost fiancee is humping you and laughing at her own joke.

There were noises in the kitchen and Sheila saying, "OK, come out and see."

They came around the corner holding hands and saw a magnificent maple kitchen work table. It was tall, with glued end grain maple blocks. Sheila got hugged and the delivery guy thanked. He made a quick exit. Probably needed to get home to his girlfriend on a Saturday night.

Marie made her mom go sit in the living room while Alex mixed up more margaritas and Marie got the hors d'oeuvres tray from the refrigerator. He carried everything in and arranged himself in the middle. Sheila said, "You should know this is a gift from the three of us. Alice and Sheryl are sorry not to be here, but we're all still going out to dinner when the project is finished."

Alex slurped his margarita and took a deep breath. How could a remodeling project result in his finding a woman and asking her to be his wife?

He leaned back and Sheila did too so she could tell him, "This is a very fine margarita, Alex. They used to be my husband's favorite drink. On a weekend night, after the pharmacy was all closed up, he used to make a big pitcher and sit with me in our kitchen while I fixed dinner. Some nights, especially before Marie was born, we ended up in bed before any dinner was served." She giggled and even blushed a little.

"Sheila, I mean Mom, I admire you so much. You stood up for yourself, but you had such a great loving relationship with dad. I've been telling Alex how upfront you were about sex." She laughed and continued, "I told him he should be so lucky as to have a lover like you."