Chapter 2

By the time we stopped for the night, it was too late to cook dinner, so we went out to eat. Before we left, I covered the mirror with a sheet of plywood and turned it to face the wall, securing it with canvas straps attached to the wall studs. I didn’t want anyone or anything coming through this way from the other side.

Surprisingly, Amy let Vickie join us in the bedroom again tonight. I still hadn’t figured out what was up, but like any horny, red-blooded male, I wasn’t going to question it. My lack of questioning paid dividends tonight. For the first time, there was some interplay between the two. Amy teased and pulled on her daughter’s nipples when I was fucking Vickie, even leaning down and gently biting her nipples occasionally. Vickie obviously enjoyed it and pulled her mother’s face tighter to her chest and held it there.

The women shared an emotional look afterward, and even a quick kiss. I was disappointed that they didn’t kiss longer and that there was no tongue involved. Still, it was far more than the teasing slap on the bare ass they occasionally gave each other before this. When Vickie returned the favor, I deeply regretted not having been there to watch her nursing when she was an infant.

In the morning, the women blushed slightly when they awoke. They were almost face to face, each lying on one side of me with their heads on my chest. Both had a gentle grip on my morning wood.

“I guess we got a little carried away last night,” Amy said nervously as she studied my eyes to see how I’d react this morning.

“You’ve always teased me that I was a pervert, so you know how I felt last night,” I teased back, and then kissed Amy passionately, which made both women blush again.

“You don’t think it was perverted?” she asked cautiously when we broke the kiss.

I wrapped my hands around their hands that still had a grip on my cock.

“Kiss her again,” I told Amy.

Amy looked at Vickie for her approval. She must have gotten it because she leaned across me and kissed her daughter again. My morning wood became morning steel and both women fell to my sides laughing at my reaction.

“Definitely a pervert,” Vickie laughed.

“Amen to that,” Amy replied after a bout of laughter.

“The only thing I was upset about last night was that I didn’t get to watch Vickie nursing when she was a baby,” I admitted. “I’m sure that it was a beautiful sight, and not in a sexual way.”

“You’re really okay with what we did?” Vickie asked.

“I’m okay with what you did last night. I could see the love and tenderness that you shared with each other, much like what each of us shares when we’re together. Sometimes when I’m with each of you, we make love tenderly and emotionally and sometimes we fuck like bunnies. There are even times when I can tell that each of you just want to be held and stroked.

“If the two of you ever repeat last night, I assume that the same things will happen. Last night was love and tenderness, probably mixed with a large dose of uncertainty about each other’s reaction. I intend to smelt Vickie’s gold today. That will give the two of you some time alone to talk about what you felt last night and to clear the air. If something bothered you, just remember that everything was done with love.

“If you decide that you need a night without me to explore your feelings further, just let me know. I’ll warn you though, if I walk in and find you engaged in a 69, I’ll bury myself in whichever of you is closest to me at that moment, so warn me or lock the door if it ever gets to that point.”

That made both of them laugh at me again, and they reached across me and kissed again, and then laughed when my cock twitched at the incredibly erotic sight. Watching two beautiful women that I love and that I know love each other was incredibly erotic. I’m talking about beautiful erotic, not nasty erotic. Realizing that they were mother and daughter, however, dropped my mind firmly into the gutter.

While the two beautiful, loving women started panning along the river, I went shopping. I bought a small furnace designed for smelting gold. I also bought flux, tongs, and special gloves, as well as all the other necessary tools. Finally, I bought a dozen ceramic composite crucibles, and two cast iron muffin pans. Once I had everything set up, I put the gold they had collected so far into a crucible along with some flux, and heated the crucible. After everything melted, I carefully removed the slag, putting it into an empty crucible, and poured the remaining gold into one of the cast iron muffin pans to form two, flat-topped muffin-sized ingots.

While I was finishing that job, Vickie let loose with a whoop of excitement. I’d set up my smelter on the other side of the shop so they could talk without me overhearing. Vickie had been running the metal detector along the riverbank looking for accumulations of alluvial nuggets behind large boulders when the metal detector screamed shrilly and continuously.

They dug down and started panning the sand and gravel from a large deposit of nuggets. Each pan they worked yielded three or four ounces of nuggets. They got a lot of gold dust, too, but lost more than they saved due to inexperience and/or impatience to retrieve the big nuggets. After finishing several pans, they came upon a softball-sized rock. When they tried to move it, the rock wouldn’t budge. They finally dug out around it with a garden trowel and found that the entire rock was a chunk of gold. Hence Vickie’s whoop of excitement.

Amy stepped through the mirror and, standing in frigid ankle-deep water, wrestled the nugget out of the two-foot-deep hole and up to ground level. “This thing weighs a ton,” she gasped. After resting for a few seconds, she lifted the nugget again, standing up so that she was through the mirror. Before carefully stepping several inches beyond the edge of the mirror, she handed me the nugget that I estimated weighed about twenty-five pounds.

I watched for a few more minutes as they located four more large concentrations of nuggets with the metal detector and marked them with little orange landscaping flags. While Vickie started panning the first deposit, Amy hurried into the house and returned with a box of zippered sandwich bags that they filled with what they found.

After rinsing and drying the huge nugget, I grabbed a wide masonry chisel, a five-pound sledgehammer, and a medium-sized anvil. Regretfully, I used them to cut the nugget into smaller pieces, knowing that a nugget of that size would easily be identified by any gold enthusiast. Soon I had small pieces that I could smelt. It took nearly half an hour before the chunks were small enough to put into crucibles. Once again, I fired up the smelting furnace. It held up to eight crucibles, so I filled eight crucibles with the chunks and filled in the gaps with the smaller nuggets and flakes they had panned so far.

We had wine with dinner. We always let Vickie drink beer or wine for dinner with us provided she promised not to leave the house for the rest of the night. Tonight, they both drank a bit more than usual and were both quite relaxed when we headed for bed. The ladies showered before dinner and wore flimsy negligees that did nothing to hide their feminine charms.

Despite both ladies teasing me mercilessly before and during dinner, giving me light, suggestive touches, or blatantly grabbing my erection through my jeans, they insisted that I shower before coming to bed. I know that I was hoping for a repeat of last night, watching the two women touching and kissing each other.

It wasn’t quite dark outside when I exited the bathroom. My jaw dropped, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I was staring at Amy’s luscious ass and at Vickie’s blonde hair draped over the edge of the bed. They were in a 69 position, and I could definitely see Vickie’s tongue busy between her mother’s legs. When Vickie looked backwards at me, I could definitely see the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

Removing her fingers from inside her mother’s sex, she crooked one at me, beckoning me forward. When I was close enough for her to reach me, she gripped my cock and pulled me forward. She aimed my cock down and took me in her mouth, sucking me for a couple of seconds before pulling off and redirecting me, actually guiding my cock into her mother.

Amy came even before I was completely buried inside her almost making me cum, too. Only by using all the self-control I had was I able to complete the penetration without coming. Meanwhile, Amy continued to cum from the stimulation of knowing her daughter’s tongue was teasing her clit and her daughter’s finger was inside her alongside my cock. I doubt that I lasted two minutes and feeling Vickie’s tongue run the length of my cock as I pulled partway out of Amy sent me over the edge. Slamming into Amy as deep as I could, I pulsed my cum into her. I thought I was groaning as I came but both women told me later that I was actually growling.

My head was spinning by the time I finished coming. Vickie started licking my testicles, getting a small twitch from my cock each time she did. For a couple of minutes, I rested my head on Amy’s back, occasionally kissing her shoulder blade, something both of us enjoy after an especially arousing or emotionally satisfying round of sex. If we used the missionary position, I’d rest my head in the valley between her breasts and gently kiss the one I faced.

When I slipped free, Vickie immediately sucked me clean, and then I felt her start licking her mother again. I moved back and watched the erotic tableau as Vicky licked and sucked my cum from her mother. From Vickie’s moans of passion, I could tell that Amy’s tongue was busily reciprocating. They finally stopped after Amy gave Vickie an explosive orgasm.

While Vickie lay panting, Amy turned around and began gently kissing Vickie’s face, licking it clean of her own juices, then giving Vickie small kisses on the lips before licking more of her face clean. When she finally stopped, she held herself above Vickie and the two women just looked into each other’s eyes for nearly a minute.

They finally shared a lengthy closed-mouth kiss before Amy whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Vickie whispered emotionally.

Both women finally seemed to remember that I was in the room and looked at me sheepishly.

“That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” I told them as I approached and kissed them both. They were surprised that I wasn’t hard as a rock.

“Towards the end I was watching an expression of love, not an expression of lust,” I explained. That comment ignited something inside both women and their eyes suddenly blazed with lust. Moments later, I was hard as a rock and balls deep in Vickie while Amy was beneath her using her tongue and fingers on both of us. I came four times over the next couple of hours before Little Kevin refused to cooperate any further. Both women kissed me emotionally and turned to each other to quench the fires of lust still burning in them. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, but not for the obvious reason. I could hear the contented sighs, excited gasps, and quiet giggles from the two women, the same sighs, gasps, and giggles they each shared with me when we made love quietly and gently. Those sounds lulled me into a deep, restful sleep.

After an energetic quickie with each woman in the shower Thursday morning, we were on the road to Atlanta to sell the gold. I called ahead to make sure they had someone available to perform an assay and had armed security available to meet us after 9 am. We pulled into the parking structure shortly before 9:15. After a cautious drive through all four levels of the parking structure, I called the buyer and told him we had arrived. Amy took over driving and dropped me off at the fourth-floor freight elevator. Five minutes later, five armed men wearing security badges with their pictures exited the elevator.

After checking each guards’ ID, I called the girls and they drove up. I unloaded five canvas grocery bags onto the cart the security guards had with them. While I stayed with the gold, Amy parked the truck in the nearby space they had reserved for us, and we all rode up to the eighth floor of the office building.

Once we were inside their offices, one of the head honchos looked at me for an explanation. I opened one of the bags and held it open for him to look into. “Holy shit!” he gasped, looking back at me, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“There should be right around fifty to sixty pounds of gold in the ingots,” I told him. Holding open another bag I explained, “This bag is what I skimmed off the top when I smelted it. I also brought the flux I used ‘cuz I figure you’re going to have a crapload of questions,” I told him, motioning to the sandwich bag with flux in it. I handed him a copy of the flux label and the receipt from the store where I bought the flux.

They weighed everything: fifty-seven pounds and 3.522 Troy ounces of gold in four small muffins. They had a good laugh at my muffin ingots but admitted that they were ingenious. By the time they had assayed each of the muffins, it was early afternoon. The flux I used and the impurities that were left after smelting proved that I had smelted nuggets, and not melted down stolen jewelry.

It took another half hour for them to wire transfer just north of two-and-a-half million dollars to our bank account. They were impressed with what we brought in, and excited when I told them we would eventually bring in another batch. Dan, the owner, gave me his direct number to call next time, and suggested that I not smelt future batches of nuggets and gold dust so we could avoid suspicion that I was smelting stolen jewelry. All I had to tell him was who I was, the date and time I’d be there, and the number of guards I wanted. When I asked about selling old coins, he gave me the number of a friend of his who specialized in old coins, especially gold coins.

Naturally, the women wanted to shop. We rented an SUV for them to fill and got a suite at a five-star hotel. After agreeing to meet for dinner, the girls drove the SUV and I took my pickup truck and laptop and paid a visit to my alma mater (for two whole semesters), Georgia State. Ensconced in the library, I began researching the Spanish treasure fleets and Manila galleons. While the ladies shopped for two days, I researched, making hundreds of copies of lists of ships known to have sunk, as well as where if the location was known. I copied maps of routes the galleon fleets followed, including cities they frequented, like Havana, Portobelo, Veracruz, Acapulco, Panama City, and Cartagena. I made copious notes about the pirates who operated in both the Caribbean and, later, on the Pacific side of the Americas. I went online and ordered thirty-seven books with more detailed information, paying extra to have them delivered to my home within two days.

I even began a list showing the name of each ship, the last port they sailed from, and the date they left. Those that hadn’t been salvaged to date I noted with an asterisk.

After the girls showed me everything they bought, I explained what I thought we should do if we were serious about using the mirror. We would soon have far more money than we needed to live on comfortably. Given the growing civil unrest, violence, and crime in the country, I wanted to build a place that was safer to live. Fortunately, I’d seen just such a location when my crew was doing some work in Florida.

I’d driven by the lot in Port Charlotte, Florida. Port Charlotte had been home to several pirates during their heyday. Pirate lore told of many pirate treasures buried in the area, as well as ships that sank in the bay and nearby in the ocean.

Vickie and her friends would all be headed for college and going their separate ways this summer, making it the perfect time for us to move. In the last few days, we had made about a quarter of what my construction business was worth. I could sell the business cheaply and build a large home in Port Charlotte, one designed so we could more easily use the mirror to collect Spanish treasure and store our plunder.

Having just collected two and a half million (pre-tax) dollars and knowing that we had more than a million in gold coins, I wasn’t sure how much more we would need to live comfortably, but I was sure this would be a good start on what we needed, which was why I’d started thinking about doing something to help protect our family.

I left the idea of moving for everyone to think about while we drove home. It was at the breakfast table the next morning that the women decided to discuss it. I was surprised that their first question was what the house would be like. Being a well-trained husband, I told them it would look just like they wanted it to. I did suggest that they hire a structural engineer to find out what was required to make the home hurricane proof and storm surge proof, and to incorporate those ideas into the house.

While they contacted the architect I normally used, I made the drive back to the house where we found the mirror. My crew was stunned and disappointed by my announced retirement, at least until I told them I planned to sell them the business, including my current house and all the workshops. Frank was a woodworker extraordinaire. His brother, Ron, was a contractor with a small remodeling business. one that was still small due to a lack of capital. A conference call between the two brothers quickly had a basic groundwork laid out. After that, it would be up to the attorneys to hash out the details. Each man on my crew would contribute $100 to the purchase and everyone would be an equal partner except that Ron would be in charge.

Basically, I was selling them a business worth more than eight million dollars for roughly $2,000. As part of the deal, I would pay them to build our new home once the plans were done and the location decided upon. I’d also pay for materials.

It was nearly midnight when I got home to find my marital bed once again fuller than usual. I did notice that the two women had left me room between them. After having the agreed-upon restrictions on Vickie’s presence in our bed for the last two years, I had to wonder why those restrictions had suddenly been lifted. As tired as I was, though, I didn’t lose any sleep over it.

Within seconds, they had both rolled over in their sleep to snuggle against me, each throwing a leg over mine and their head resting on my shoulder.

They were still there when I woke up in the morning, along with one hand each sharing possession of my morning piss-hard-on. Amy had her hand wrapped possessively around my cock while Vickie literally had me by the balls ... gently, thankfully.