Chapter 16: Anxiety

Mia prepared a pasta and chicken dish for their second dinner in the mountain house, followed by a simple dessert of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies. The chips were still soft and gooey as they relaxed in front of the fire, once again flickering and crackling for them. The great room with its 30-foot ceiling was impossible to heat conventionally, so the fire was a necessity.

Although it was Gabe’s idea, Mia was the one to describe the ground rules for her mother.

“We love you, Mama. We want you to be happy, and we want all of this to work over the long term. Gabe can’t be your husband, and he can’t have two wives. Yes, I know there are those poly relationships out on the internet, but we aren’t feeling that they are right for us.

“At the same time, we would be stupid to deny the truth. He loves you, Mama. I know you love him. At this point, neither of you could turn each other down. Let’s do this so we can stay happy together and still get our rocks off!”

Lucia wasn’t arguing too hard. Despite her new lust, she recognized the wisdom of having some limits. That didn’t stop her from trying to negotiate.

“Can I get two nights a week? I’ll change the oil. What else can I do?”

“Lucia, for Christ’s sake, forget about the oil! I tell you what, when we are back home, I promise to make your single nights memorable. More than just the plain old in-and-out. I’m sure you can think of something special you can have when you and me and Mia are all together.”

“We can find some things on the internet, Mama, I’m sure.”

“While we’re up here in the mountains, Lucia, all you need to think about is this: by the fire, upstairs in your bed, before or after being in the hot water, times like that.”

“Hmm. Actually, Gabe, it’s ‘none of the above.’ What I want is the three of us in your bed upstairs, and I want to spend the night with you.”

Her voice caught for a moment, and she swallowed and continued in a whisper.

“I’d give anything, anything, to NOT be alone waking up. For just one morning.”

“Then, let’s go upstairs together. Lucia, I’m dedicated to your happiness. And lots of orgasms.”

“Lucia, tonight is all about you. Mia says you’ve been thinking about this all day. Tell me, are you nervous, tense, or worried?”

“I am, but also excited and eager. And horny. So incredibly horny. Twice now I’ve watched you with Mia. You turn her upside down and inside out. Afterward, she glows.”

“Alright, Mama, let’s undress and get into bed. Then you can play with my husband’s glow stick.”

“Oh, I walked into that. OK, clothes coming off.”

“Wait, Lucia, come here for a minute. Mia, do you see this? The marks? What size is that contraption she was wearing?”

“It says, ‘38C’. And, I know what you mean. I wear a 40D, and I’m certainly not larger than her. I’ll get the lotion.”

“Lucia, you have such wonderful breasts, and you have red marks around them, even after wearing that thing just a few hours today, right?”

“Yeah.”

Mia handed him the lotion.

“This is just like the shitty old bed that hurt your back. I don’t even want to know how old that ragged thing is. It’s going in the trash. And that mark, Gabe, the underwire has come out and was poking her! I can’t believe Daddy, the breast man, didn’t say something.”

Gabe had begun gently massaging the lotion into her skin, supporting her breasts in his big and strong hands.

“Oh, that feels great. Mia, I didn’t let him see them too much in later years. I’d keep the room dark, and I would put on a flannel nightgown. I was self-conscious since they weren’t as high as before.”

“My poor father. It’s the wrong time to have this discussion. But until we can buy new ones for you, the only bras you can wear are MINE, you got it?”

“But...”

Gabe growled at her, though not unkindly.

“Alright, only Mia-approved titty holders. God, your hands, I’m halfway to coming already. Can we get in bed now?”

They settled in with Lucia on her back and Gabe beside, still fondling one tit while he sucked the other nipple. All this breast talk reminded Mia of the Allie discussion, and she levered open her mother’s legs for a quick wash and brush-up of those now-hairless pussy lips. With her tongue, of course.

“It’s KFC down here, Gabe.”

“Wha?”

“Lucia, ‘finger lickin’ good.’ Shall I go drive through to your pick-up window?”

“Mia! Make him stop!”

“I can’t. God knows, I’ve tried. Focus, Gabe. Mama’s been waitin’ all day for Friday night.”