Chapter 3

We heard Maria unlock the lower door and enter.

Mama came into the room, flushed with the cold. She shrugged off her coat; were those great breasts of hers already swelling? I felt trapped, locked into this disaster with no apparent possible escape.

The beautiful young Rafaela had returned to me, but I’d knocked up her mother.

I’d been footloose and fancy free, now I was 27, broke, with a baby on the way. What did I have left to care for Rafaela?

“So, what did I miss?” the older woman asked as she put on a kettle.

“I only told Steven how I have been betrayed by Don Carlos.” Rafaela said, “Mama, is it true what Don Carlos said about father? Is that the real reason we moved here?”

Maria sat down and looked serious. “I don’t think we should discuss that.” She said. “What we need to do is decide what we will do now.”

“What should we do, Mama?” Rafaela pleaded, “Say it, tell us!”

Maria leaned back and crossed her arms under her breasts. “We have to make do,” She said, “with what we have. You left us Rafaela; I certainly don’t blame you for this. But things changed while you were gone, so please don’t blame us for that. We love you, and we need you. And you need us too. If I succeed in having this baby, it will take all three of us to do the work and keep the shop open. But do you want to stay?”

Rafaela looked at her mother, then at me. Whatever our faults, we both loved her. Her lovely face softened, I thought she might even cry. “Yes mama!” she said.

She was beautiful, she was fun, she brightened up the place. She made me happy. She made everyone happy.

“So Steven; now you have to choose. Rafaela or me; mother or daughter.”

Suddenly the hot gaze of four deep brown eyes were focused on me. My mouth went dry.

“It’s impossible.” I said. “Maria is carrying my baby. How can I abandon her? Yet she’s still married to Miguel. I know you don’t want to talk about him right now, but he’s still here. He’s still the name on the door, not to mention on the debt and the rent contract. I do love you Maria, but how can I refuse Rafaela? I love her too.”

That’s how I came to share them. We slept in one big bed in winter, because the apartment gets very cold at night. No, there was no sex when they were both there. We had conventions; when one leaves the room for a moment, she leaves the door open. When she leaves for longer, to get up and make breakfast or go down to open the shop, she closes the door. Then she’ll knock before coming back in.

Nudity isn’t a problem, a kiss and a hug is fine at any time, but any fondling or sexuality is only one on one.

Sex with two women is a tricky balancing act, and even more so when they’re also mother and daughter. I think you have to be either very rich or very poor for it to work; it would have been very difficult for any of us to leave.

I made love with Maria as she swelled, and I loved her even though I knew she pined for her husband. I made love with sweet hot Rafaela, even though I knew she pined for a better life.

None of us had all we wanted, but at least we had each other. I fucked them both, mother and daughter, and I loved them both.

Maria gave birth at the hospital in town, and then we were 4. I guess the villagers must have been curious, but no one ever said a word.

This delicate balance was holding well, until the morning Miguel slipped back into our lives.

“Where is Rafaela?” he asked, “I need to see her.”

He went upstairs. I stepped towards Maria and she took a step back.

“What will we do now?” she asked.

“He’s still your husband.” I said, “What do you feel?”

“I love him!” she admitted. Then she went upstairs.

There was a lot of talking, crying, explaining, excusing. Rafaela came down and dressed in our smart white uniforms, we opened the shop.

After a little while, we started to hear noises from the room above; you know the kind I mean. Rhythmic thumping. I turned on the radio before another customer hobbled in. Rafaela smiled at me, extremely happy; her mother and father were together again.

“This could be very very complicated!” I said. Rafaela made a face at me and went back to what she’d been doing.

Oddly, I didn’t feel jealous. It was only right that Miguel have sex with Maria. Actually, I was glad the boss was back; I felt lighter, happier. I realized then that even though I loved his wife, I loved their daughter more.

That evening there was a little fiesta in the square, just a few hundred meters down the narrow cobblestone road from the pharmacy.

“I want all of you to go to the square.” Miguel instructed us, “And have fun. Just remember, don’t tell anyone you’ve seen me.”

“Yes husband.”

“Yes papa.”

“Yes boss.” We said, and with the baby in a stroller, we went out.

There were people sauntering around; neighbors, farmers, tourists. We smiled and waved, said our hellos. Of course everyone wanted to know; did I father that baby while young Rafaela was in Madrid? But no one would dare ask.

I realized I’d forgotten to bring a packet of tetracycline for the barman near the fountain, so I went back to get it. Miguel was in the back, injecting freshly fried sausages.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing, go on back to the party,” he said, as if everything was completely normal. “Don Carlos has some very nice loyal doggies that need to nap this evening.”

It was nearly eight o’clock. When Don Carlos would have his safe open.

On the counter, there was a key; I knew it had to be Rafaela ‘s key to Carlos’ back door, the one that opened onto the alley, the alley that was also accessible behind the shop.

“Are you nuts?” I hissed, “Someone could see you.”

“That’s true.” He said. “Have a look out back and make sure the alley is clear, won’t you? Then go back to the square, and stay for a few hours. Think about it, Steve; I have nothing to lose. That man took advantage of my little girl, and I’m not going to feel bad about doing what I have to do.”

“How much are you dosing those?”

“Don’t worry, the dogs will be fine, I would never harm an innocent creature. But Don Carlos; all that cash is illegal payments and kickbacks from before the crisis. Every villa that’s been built, every road that was ever paved here, he got his percentage. That belongs to the people.”

We came back home at around 11. Miguel wasn’t there. I heard him come in at 2AM. The women were asleep, and I went downstairs quietly. Miguel smiled at me sheepishly and put a cake box sized parcel on the counter. It was quite heavy.

“What is it?” I asked.

“It’s Don Carlos’ money.” Miguel said, in his deceptively soft voice. “Don’t ask questions, I have to go. I’m going to leave you €20,000 in cash, and I’m going to put the rest in an offshore account. You will have a huge line of credit, all you need. But be careful with the accounting, or you’ll raise flags at the tax office.”

“How much is there?” I asked.

“I don’t know, a million at least.” He said.

“I thought you said the money belongs to the people.” I said.

“We are the people.” He answered. “Listen, has anyone been here looking for me during the last few months?”

“Just the usual company reps and salesmen.” I answered.

He looked away, concentrating.

“I don’t know what will happen now; but for everyone’s safety, I have to go.” He said. “There may be people looking for me; it’s an old story from my past. If they come here, I don’t want you to try to lie to them. You won’t know where I am. Take good care of my girls, Steve.”

The big man slipped out into the night, and disappeared like a ghost.

Don Carlos’ body was found a few days later, trapped in a stream bed under an overturned tractor on a distant corner of his vast farm. He had a broken neck.

The old folks clucked about how he’d been too tight to retrofit his old machines with rollover protection bars. I wondered how on earth Miguel had pulled it off; he was a good pharmacist, but he clearly had some other, darker skills as well.

Epilogue;

She stroked my hard cock with soft sensitive fingers, then let her big breasts fall on my chest as she kissed me.

She smiled at me sweetly, and went down on me, driving me wild with ecstasy, before pulling away to just look and smile at me for a while.

There was a knock on the door.

“What is it?” she demanded.

“The postman is at the front door, you have to sign for something.” Rafaela said.

“Damn.” Mama muttered, “I’m busy! Can’t you sign it for me?” She said, leaning over me to slap my face with her big breasts.

“The postman says you have to sign it yourself.” Rafaela said.

Maria stood up and pulled on her robe; “That postman is always flirting with me.” She said, pulling on her robe.

“Well when he gets an eyeful of you in that robe, he’ll be thinking of you tonight while he’s with his wife.” I said.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” she said.

No sooner had Mama left the room, Rafaela came in.

Rafaela looked at me all round eyed an innocent. “What have you and Mama been doing?” She asked, closing the door.

“Nothing.” I answered, my wet penis throbbing on my belly as we looked at each other.

“Huh.” She said, slipping out of her slip and then climbing on top of me and trapping my cock under her groin. She moved forward and back, sliding along on top of it. She shook her head so her thick black hair rippled in the morning light, taking my nipples between her thumbs and fingers and pinching hard.

Rafaela smiled down at me, her radiant beauty stripping away the pain she was inflicting.

“Sometimes I get jealous of Mama.” She admitted, lifting her bottom and taking my cock in her hand. “You two are always sharing some joke or other; and then I find you like this ... it makes me think you have better sex with my mother than with me.”