Chapter 4

Wednesday night was the first time I had been alone for a while and a feeling of loneliness swept through me. I couldn’t believe I had lived ten years without family and was able to keep my sanity. All day at work the next day, my concentration was riveted on the return of my mother and daughter.

They both hugged me when I arrived home, and Maria commanded the discussion again, describing Mom’s intent to seek a new house in close proximity. When Maria retired, Mom anxiously laid out her new plan. “I’ve been contemplating what happened between you two, when she inappropriately touched you. I think her confidence, in being discreet, grew because she could conceal any evidence by smearing it on your underwear. I propose that you sleep nude tonight.”

It was my turn to furrow my brows, “Really? That seems like you’re adding fuel to the fire. Not that I’m complaining. It’s been more painful recently, constantly being around two sexy women.”

Mom laughed and replied, “Easy does it. Your flattery isn’t going to be rewarded with another inappropriate kiss from your mother.”

After a goodnight hug and a light peck on the lips, she left for her apartment. With no constricting clothes, I instantly fell into a deep sleep. My dreams flowed to the erotic moments I had spent with Molly. Our final time when we made love surfaced, and my excitement elevated so high that I slowly awakened. I was on my back, which is abnormal for me, as I had always slept on my side. Additionally, there was a mouth tightly wrapped around my cock, sucking and pulling.

The thought of halting my daughter’s action briefly entered my mind, but it was too late for that. Her silky hair brushed against my stomach and legs, as her head bobbed up and down my prick. Her hand cradled my balls, and it wasn’t a minute later that I blasted out a load of hot cum. She swallowed every drop and continued sucking, until she had milked me dry. When satisfied I was drained, she pulled off and kissed my deflating cock before moving up to my stomach, planting wet kisses along the way.

When she relaxed and draped her arm across my chest, I fell asleep and awakened in the same position. While relieving myself in the bathroom, my mind reeled with angst, as I knew it’d be a difficult discussion with Mom, although she would have to share part of the blame for her suggestion that I sleep nude.

After I arrived at work, I called Mom and arranged to meet her for lunch. I thought we’d need to discuss the latest development immediately.

After we ordered, I didn’t hesitate to proceed, “Mom, your plan wasn’t quite as solid as you might have thought. Since I wasn’t wearing any underwear, she hid the evidence by swallowing it.”

Her sudden shriek caused other patrons to look at us. In a lowered voice, she asked, “She had oral sex with you? Why didn’t you stop her?”

“It was too late and over by the time I was awake, Mom,” I partially lied, knowing I could’ve stopped her before I exploded. “Before I knew it, her mouth was sucking out every drop. Afterward, she fell asleep, and I’m confident she thought I slept through it.”

“Oh my, that is unfortunate. You’re correct, suggesting that my plan may have played a part in this,” Mom admitted. “We need to have a serious discussion with her tonight. It’s quite clear that we may have to elevate this to a meeting with a counselor.”

“It’s likely the best course of action before it escalates further,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “The thought of losing her again breaks my heart.”

Seeing my eyes well up with tears, she gently clasped my hand and reassured me, “I won’t allow that to happen. We’ll proceed through this together and ensure our family remains intact, regardless of the consequences.”

After dinner that evening, Mom and I sat on either side of Maria, each of us holding one of her hands. Mom began, “Maria, we want to discuss what happened between your father and you last night. As inappropriate as it is for a daughter to have oral sex with her father, I understand the guilt you’ve carried from not speaking out when you were young. It may have driven your recent actions, but it’s crucial for us to discover a path that helps you regain peace. The route you’re pursuing is neither healthy nor acceptable.”

Maria’s lovely expression revealed no surprise. She smiled and asserted with confidence, “I’ve moved past that sense of guilt. Both of you persuaded me that it would have likely occurred, regardless. And as for my actions with Dad, I’m not naive enough to believe he wasn’t awake. It’s not guilt that guided me. The fact is, Dad hasn’t had female companionship for ten years, due to his father. You may not know it, but I’m not the only one who doesn’t sleep well. Dad groans and fidgets during the night, but always lapses into a relaxed state when my hand comes into contact with him. He deserves the intimate touch of a woman, don’t you think, Grandma?”

Mom’s expression shifted from surprise to happiness in an instant. “I’m relieved to know that you don’t carry the weight of remorse with you. And yes, I do think your father deserves female companionship. I just don’t think it should be you. Let’s put our heads together and try to find your dad someone more suitable.”

“Sounds like a blast, Gran,” Maria responded with enthusiasm. “Let’s set him up with a hottie.”

Being silent for too long, I interjected, “You two act like I’m not sitting right here. I don’t need a girlfriend, wife, or anyone else. My hands are full with the two of you.”

After a brief silence, Maria burst into giggles. Observing our serious expressions, she clarified, “Let me get this straight. You both have been on pins and needles, thinking I was suffering through some kind of mental health crisis. You grownups crack me up. Sometimes a blowjob is just a blowjob.”

“Language, sweetie,” Mom scolded, but her eyes expressed laughter.

“You guys are the ones who brought it up,” Maria recanted. “I was fine with quietly caring for my father. Every little thing doesn’t need to be discussed in detail. So be it though, I can obey your wishes and refrain from making anyone uncomfortable.”

“Thank you, dear,” Mom responded. “I’d like to see firsthand how well it works. I brought some nightwear with me and I’ll be sharing your father’s bed so you can’t get too close to him.”

“Wow!” Maria exclaimed and jeered. “That escalated quickly. Now, he’ll be sleeping with his mother and daughter.” Her infectious smile and giggle made Mom and me laugh with her.

Composing herself, Mom argued, “There’s nothing inappropriate about it. I’ll simply be present to ensure that you stick to your promises.”

“Oh, a test, is it?” Maria chanted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I haven’t even started college, and I’m already being quizzed. But I’m confident I’ll breeze through this one. Now, that begs a question for Dad.”

Glaring at me, she asked, “How is it that you and Grandma were discussing, forgive my bluntness, my blowjob? Shouldn’t you be upholding some sort of sacred father-daughter confidentiality pact?”

My daughter’s broad smile mirrored my mother’s, as she playfully put me in the spotlight. Mom came to my rescue by replying, “Maria, the mother-son bond transcends all other pacts. He shared his concerns with me out of our love for you and our concern for your mental health. Clearly, we were mistaken, and I’ll shoulder the responsibility for this misjudgment.”

“Fair enough,” Maria replied, and pranced to her room to shower.

Mom turned to me and suggested, “Since you sleep nude, I’ll wait for a bit before coming in to change in your bathroom.”

“Are you sure this is the way to proceed, Mom?” I asked, putting on the pretense that she was progressing too rapidly, but in actuality, I hoped she’d stick to her guns.

“Don’t worry, Keith,” Mom replied. “Once I’m assured Maria is content with only touching, I’ll feel much better about the situation.”

After I undressed and slid into bed, Mom entered and dashed into the bathroom. Emerging in an opaque nightie, I recognized the telltale sign of a bra underneath. Her short hemline showcased her beautiful legs, making it impossible to keep my cock from stiffening. Catching me staring at her shapely wares, she stated, “If you’re done ogling your mother’s body, would you mind turning your head? I don’t want to tear my nightie, so I’m draping it across your dresser.”

Reluctantly, I buried my head in the pillow and waited until I felt her move underneath the covers. After a few minutes, her hand touched my bare side as she murmured, “That’s my baby. Let your mother take care of you and go to sleep.”

I tried to remain awake, curious as to whether Maria would show up. The next thing I knew, the bright sunshine, beaming through the window, brought me out of my deep sleep. That and the incredible warmth of Mom’s body pressed against my back. Her breasts, thinly covered with a silk bra, squashed against my back. Her arm draped over me along with Maria’s. Unraveling myself from their clinging limbs, I crawled, bent over, to cover my raging hard-on, to my bathroom.

When I emerged, I was relieved to see that both of them were resting peacefully. As I checked my messages, I came across an urgent work notification concerning a system update issue. While I regretted having to interrupt my family day, I understood its significance and recognized that I had to attend to it.

The coffee hadn’t finished brewing when Mom appeared, cloaked in a robe, and began preparing breakfast. Maria joined us shortly after, and as I explained my impending trip to work, our conversation deliberately steered clear that we’d all slept together.

During a lull in our discussion, Maria, unable to let it go, chirped, “Well, guys. Did I pass the test? Is everyone happy that I’m not some horndog daughter who can’t control her emotions? I know it’s hard to believe, but I’m not my mother.”

Mom grinned and remarked, “You did well, dear, though a tad less sarcasm when speaking with your elders wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’ll do my best, Gran. I’d love to stay longer, but I’m eager to head back to the library. See you tonight,” She planted kisses on both of our cheeks before darting off to her room to change. Within a few minutes, she hurried out the door in a rush.

Mom turned toward me and suggested, “If tonight unfolds similarly to last night, I’d like to invite Maria to stay at my apartment for a night, while I stay here. I want to see if she can spend a night on her own, without the comfort of her daddy.”

I agreed, “Sounds good. It was like being cooked in an oven with you two. I’m surprised Maria was able to shove you so close to me.”

Mom giggled and replied, “She’s stronger than she looks. Do you remember when I asked you whether she slept in the nude? Well, I can attest that she does, since there were two bullets jabbed into my back all night.”

“I’m not going there, Mom,” I replied, and grinned wide. “I think you’re picking up Maria’s frankness.” Glancing at the clock, I stood and said, “Running late, Mom. See you tonight.”

When I leaned down to kiss her cheek, she turned enough so our lips met. After a brief, but sensuous kiss, she softly breathed, “Have a good day, Keith. See you tonight.”

That night resulted in the same, with my daughter shoving Mom onto my backside.

The next morning, while eating breakfast, Mom proposed, “Maria, would you mind staying the night in my apartment, by yourself tonight?”

“I’d love to, Gran!” Maria exclaimed. “There’s a couple of series I’ve been wanting to binge-watch that I know Dad would hate.”

With Maria gone, Mom and I enjoyed a peaceful day going out to eat and walking through a nearby park. In the evening, we watched an old movie we had enjoyed during my childhood. When we were ready for bed, Mom related, “Something has been gnawing at me since my visit to the courthouse. I’d like to discuss it with you next Saturday. I’m going to ask Maria to spend that day and night at my place so we can discuss things in private.”

“Sounds great, Mom. As excited as she was to spend tonight by herself, I don’t think she’ll have a problem with it. I’m going to take a shower and hit the sack. Are you going to stay in Maria’s room tonight?” I asked.

“Probably,” Mom replied, with a sexy smirk.

After I showered and dried off, I wrapped the towel around my midriff. When I stepped into my bedroom, I was surprised to see Mom standing there, sexily clad in a thin nightie. The outline of her braless breasts captivated my attention.

“My eyes are up here,” Mom said, pointing to her head. “I changed my mind and decided to provide comfort to my son. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not, Mom. Like they say, I wouldn’t kick you out of bed,” I answered her.

“Not so crass, young man. Your daughter’s behavior seems to be rubbing off on both of us. Give me a goodnight kiss and we’ll call it a night.”

Our lips mashed together and lingered, longer than a motherly kiss should last. Her kiss and the sight of her magnificent tits caused my prick to rise to the occasion.

She felt my bulge and backed off enough to reach down and loosen my towel, allowing it to drop to the floor. When her eyes locked onto my exposed, rock-hard cock, she murmured, “Molly wasn’t exaggerating. It’s magnificent.” Catching herself staring at my cock, she continued, “And completely inappropriate to display to your mother. Get into bed and cover yourself.”

I buried my face into the pillow again, and wondered if Mom would remove her nightie, knowing she was nude underneath. Feeling the bed move, I felt her shift closer, until her tits pressed into my back.

“At least I won’t have the problem you had, Mom,” I stated.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“You said that Maria’s pointy tips jabbed into your back. I’m lucky that I get to experience large, puffy ones.”

“Mind your manners, young man,” Mom chided, her tone lighthearted, as she wrapped her arm around me.

When I awakened the following morning, I glimpsed at Mom, her eyes already wide open, staring back at me. “Good morning,” I greeted her, my voice filled with concern. “Did I disturb you?”

“No, I’ve been awake,” Mom replied. “It’s a joy to watch you sleep so soundly. It makes me feel good that you seem so happy now. Maria was right when she said you rest much better when one of us is connecting with you.”

“Thanks to you, I’m in a good place,” I replied, kissing her tenderly. Sliding out, I stood and forgot I was nude. Mom’s gaze locked onto my prick as I turned and retreated to the bathroom. When I exited, she had left, probably to Maria’s room to dress. I noticed her nightie still on my dresser, and visualized her prancing nude through the house. My prick was hard again, and I had to adjust it under my robe before joining her in the kitchen.

The week flew by with no more inappropriate actions from Maria, even when Mom decided to stay at her apartment during the evenings. Mom and I felt confident that we had thwarted any further embarrassing situations.

When Mom arrived Saturday morning, we saw Maria off as she departed for Mom’s place and as predicted, she was ecstatic about spending the night at Mom’s.

Mom settled on the couch with me and held a piece of paper, filled with hastily written lines. “When I read your father’s testimony, it infuriated me that he turned your innocent flirting into something dirty. I’d like to re-enact them again, as sort of a cleansing process. What do you think? Is it a dumb idea?”

“It’s terrific, Mom,” I replied, eager to repeat my flirtations with my beautiful mother. “I remember some of them. Can I see the list?”

She handed it to me and stated, “That’s not all of them, but the ones I’d like you to concentrate on. I have a few of my own that I’d like to initiate when the time’s right.”

I scanned it and recalled seeing the instances on the original document: various instances of intimate touching, hugging and kissing were listed. “Sounds like fun. What else do you have planned for today?”

“After we tidy up the place, I’m packing a lunch and we’ll walk down to that cute little park half a mile away,” she proposed and continued, “then you’ll mow the lawn, while I do some laundry. After that, we’ll have a quiet evening, snuggling on the couch. By the way, if you remember anything else that your father might have considered inappropriate, please feel free to include it.”

Getting the green light from Mom for overt flirting was like winning the lottery. I bumped against her ‘accidentally’ several times, while we straightened up the house, stopping to hug her, whenever I could. After changing clothes for the walk to the park, my jaw dropped at Mom’s sexy attire. Her plaid, pleated skirt ended at mid-thigh, revealing her shapely legs. Her tight blouse allowed me to see the distinct outline of her areolas pressed against the fabric.

“Wow!” I proclaimed. “You look fabulous, Mom. I better be on my guard in the park to keep the men away.”

“Thanks, honey,” Mom replied, blushing, but her expression displayed her enjoyment from seeing her son appraise her.

During our hike, I wrapped my arm through hers, causing the side of her breasts to brush and bump against my bicep. All too soon, we arrived, and Mom spread out the blanket I had brought along for us to sit on. We sat, with our legs pointing straight out, allowing me the perfect opportunity to appreciate her exposed flesh.

“I suggested coming here because I wanted to discuss something with you,” Mom stated. “Do you remember the park where you and Molly used to take Maria?”

“Of course,” I replied. “I have many fond memories associated with that place. I remember the day I left Molly, Maria had hoped we’d go to that park. It was a beautiful day for a walk — it’s a shame I could never fulfill her wish.”

“I’m well aware of how she felt,” Mom responded. “Maria insisted on walking there on a regular basis. Each time we visited, she’d make a wish, hoping you’d be there waiting for her. Her hope and love for you never waned. It broke my heart, watching her yearn for her father’s company, and I should have realized something wasn’t right, considering how strongly she believed you were a loving father.”

“I wish I could turn back time and change things, but I can’t. So, I’ll do everything in my power to ensure her happiness now,” I promised.

“She loves you deeply, more than you know,” Mom said, softly. “She’s changed since a child and her feelings toward you have altered as well. I don’t think you grasp the enormity of her love.”

“We love each other, Mom,” I replied. “I’d do anything for her, whatever she needs.”

“You still don’t get it, Keith,” Mom stated, more sternly than before. “She desires you, not only as a father, but as a man. She’s afraid of expressing her feelings of intimacy with you, because you keep treating her as a child. Take a good look at her — she’s a sexy, passionate woman and desires more from you.”

I may have harbored similar thoughts, but to hear them from Mom was a surprise. I wasn’t that certain Maria shared Mom’s view, but I wasn’t going to argue with my mother at this point. “I hear you, Mom. It’s going to take time to work through this.”

While admiring Mom’s shapely legs, a recurring memory surfaced from my childhood. Kneeling in front of her, I held her right shoe with one hand, while the other caressed her calf. Mom grinned, knowingly, and leaned back. “You remembered,” she murmured.

“You gave me a brand-new pair of hiking boots for my eighteenth birthday,” I said, recalling the distant memory. “Two weeks later, you pleaded with me to try them out by walking down to the park. It was a beautiful day, and when we sat to rest, you mentioned your legs were sore. I quickly offered to massage your muscles.”

While I stroked her smooth flesh, I lifted her leg higher and to the side, causing her skirt to slide to her hips. Mom’s breasts heaved while we re-enacted that memorable moment. Exploring new ground, I stroked higher, along her firm thigh.

“Your legs are exactly as I remembered them, soft and smooth. It was the first time you allowed me to touch them, although I had often fantasized about doing it. At that moment, I realized that the boots weren’t my real gift,” I croaked.