Chapter 14: Three Is Not a Crowd

When I woke up in the morning, there was a different feeling in our bed. Eileen was up, watching me.

“You actually look quite presentable when you sleep, darling. No snoring, no violent moving around, surprisingly peaceful, my dear.”

At that moment Maureen woke up, stretched her body lazily and asked, “Hi, Mom. Did I miss anything last night?”

“Unfortunately, no. Your guy is too much in love with you to do anything that you might not want. And since you were asleep, I had to behave decently. He’s too much a gentleman for my taste. What a waste of a night! But he held my breast the whole night!”

I was wondering about her comment, but she smiled when she said this, and Maureen smiled back in response. She leaned over and first gave Eileen a kiss, again on the mouth, and then, with some effort because she had to lean over Eileen’s body, gave me one too.

“Is anyone else hungry or thirsty? I am! What did I drink last night?”

I replied, “You drank practically a whole bottle of champagne on your own while we were dancing. It’s a wonder that you don’t have a headache!”

She shook her head and said, “No headache. I’m going to prepare breakfast. I hope you both like waffles. Because that’s what you’re going to get!” Then she got up and went to the bathroom.

I whistled and, when she turned around, I reminded her of her obligations. She looked at Eileen, but I told her to go ahead. When she leaned over me, she offered her breast to me for a kiss and pushed her nipple into my mouth for some more action, and then she repeated it with her other breast.

Fascinated, Eileen watched this and when Maureen was free to go, Eileen asked her, “Is there anything special about this move that I should know?”

“No, Mom, but James established that I can’t leave our bed or go to sleep before him without giving him a kiss and offering my breasts for kisses and caresses. You’ve already seen that he really likes my breasts, and this is the price I have to pay.”

“And what happens if he has to get up before you?”

“Well, then it gets interesting. I get to demand my kiss but can offer two options - kisses on my breasts or a long kiss on my pussy. This is dangerous because sometimes time flies in these moments, and suddenly both of us are late. So just be careful if you get up before him as he might demand the same price from you!”

“Well, this is interesting. Let me think about it while you make breakfast. Call us when you’re ready, please.”

Maureen left and Eileen looked at me.

“Have you invented any other interesting rules? Anything about making love? Where to make love? How to make love? Tell me, darling,” she purred.

I told her to ask Maureen. Since she had already opened almost all secrets to her mother, it was Maureen’s obligation to respond. She said that she would do this, but not now. She leaned forward and kissed me with enthusiasm, her hands touched all my available parts. When she realised that one specific part was hidden under her body, she moved aside a bit and her hand wandered southwards.

I had to stop this.

“Eileen, I told you that I adore you, but that part belongs to Maureen! You can do almost anything with me, but this is forbidden. Again, ask Maureen what she wants, and I will listen to her demands.”

She moaned and groaned but stopped that part of her action. She started again to rub her body up and down on mine, trying obviously to weaken my determination. I had promised, however, and my promises I keep. After a while she gave up and just lay there, kissing me occasionally and sighing contentedly. Then she must have heard some noise from the kitchen and jumped up. Giving me a last kiss, she rushed off.

I whistled.

She looked at me questioningly, “Oh, your procedure. But I gave you a kiss!”

I looked back at her and sternly said, “You saw what the price is for leaving my bed before me. Come here and obey!”

She turned around and knelt before me, holding her breasts in her hand, and offering them to me. The top of her nightgown had fallen to her waist, and I could see her pussy through the thin gauze, but the prime points of interest at this moment were before me in all their glory. They were lovely to look at and wonderful to taste. I satisfied my thirst and desires, and when I finished she looked at me. Her face showed me that she wanted a direct action now - something that I had to avoid at any cost.

“You know that you can do anything you want with me. Why won’t you go all the way? I’m ready!”

“Eileen, you would not respect me if I were to break the promise I made to Maureen. I have to admit that I’m getting ready to want you, but this is not right, at least just now. As I said, talk to your daughter and if the result is acceptable to me, I’ll do whatever the three of us want.”

She got up and walked away, her body moving teasingly, her ass shifting from right to left as she walked - and I was certain that she exaggerated her moves - and her smile was sparkling.

“Just you wait, my friend!”

I got up, and after doing my duties in the bathroom I went to look for Maureen in the kitchen. Her mother walked in at the same moment.

“You trained James too well, daughter. I offered him anything he wanted to do with me, and the bastard said, ‘No,’ but I appreciate his loyalty and love for you. Let’s sit down and discuss things.”

Maureen just smiled, “I know my James, Mom. You had no chance!”

She wore a transparent little cover that tried, but didn’t really cover her pussy, and Eileen was still dressed in the white gauze that she called a nightgown. In daylight it was completely transparent, refreshing my fond memories of moments ago.

Breakfast was excellent - the waffles were very tasty, especially with the Canadian maple syrup she opened, and the bottle of champagne helped our digestion. Maureen didn’t want to drink anything, but Eileen and I helped ourselves.

We finished, cleaned up and decided to stay at the pool for a while. The ladies left to put on a bikini, and I collected the chairs, placed some towels on the tables and started to read my book. It was another wonderful Australian summer morning - no clouds in the sky, already hot and promising to get hotter still. When they came back, it was like the sun had come out again, and I looked around to assure that nobody could see us.

Maureen wore a tiny little bit of cloth she called a bikini, except that it didn’t cover her breasts and lost its battle to cover her pussy. Eileen was topless, and her little panties showed off her mound and her outer lips in every detail. I swallowed several times and got up to help them to place their things. They lay down and Maureen asked me to put some sunscreen on her back. Eileen wanted the same, adding that she wanted to receive the same treatment as Maureen, exactly the same treatment.

I had enough of her teasing and said to Maureen, “My love, I’ve been on the receiving end of Eileen’s comments for some time now. She wants to get the exact treatment I shall give you. Are you OK with this?”

She looked at Eileen and back at me and nodded, “Exactly the same treatment, James!”

Eileen was a little dubious about what these words meant, but when I offered to withdraw them, she said no. She did want the same treatment that I would give her daughter, exactly the same.

This was going too fast for me. I didn’t understand Maureen; why did she lead her mother to come to me? I liked Eileen - after all, who wouldn’t like and eventually love a beautiful woman who was willing to be touched and caressed? Who was offering her lips and perhaps even her body? Who seemed to come out of a deep depression and was smiling again? But where would this lead? What should I do? I looked again at Maureen, and she looked back, with her big eyes trying to tell me something. She nodded and blew me a kiss. Should I trust her? She seemed to read my mind and nodded once more, so I took a deep breath and resigned myself to her wish.

Maureen lay on the chaise longue stretching languidly, ready to get her protection against the burning sun. I pointed to Eileen, and she lay down beside her daughter. I stepped between the two chaises and initiated my procedure. First, I took off Maureen’s top, since her mother was already topless and started to put some cream on both the ladies’ back, rubbing it in with one hand on Maureen’s back, and with the other on Eileen’s back. Both enjoyed the massage, moaned a bit, demanding more, and told me to go on. I went farther down and stopped at Maureen’s panties. Smiling wickedly, I pushed it down and did the same thing with Eileen’s bit of cloth. I felt her moving away from my hand and pulled her back - then I used a big blob of sunscreen to massage their cheeks and backside. I pushed my hands down between their legs and touched their pussies. The moaning returned and Maureen moved back to give me better access.

Eileen, however, was slow in following her daughter, so I pulled her legs apart gently and massaged both pussies with another big blob of cream. It was tempting to stop and stay there, but I had other areas to cover. I went down their legs on one side and back the other one. Then I asked them to turn over. Maureen did this immediately and stared at Eileen, obviously wanting to see her reaction.

“Mom, exactly the same treatment!”

Eileen slowly turned over and showed me her nude body. As I had seen before, she was a little bit fuller, but with the right curves in the right places. Her breasts were still standing up, even when she was lying down. And her shaven pussy showed her full mound, larger than my Maureen’s. She had her outer dark brown and wrinkled lips protruding from her slit and I was very tempted to explore what was inside of those lips, but duty called, and I used more cream to massage their shoulders, and coming down to their breasts, circling and massaging, they started the moaning again. Their nipples were as stiff as I had seen before and I took my pleasure and kissed them, one after the other. Both wanted more, but I continued downwards and arrived finally at their pussies. Opening their legs, I dropped sunscreen on their lips and started the massage; I was certain that they needed special protection from the sun. Don’t ask me for the logic about this, but by that moment, logic had fled a long time ago.

I pushed their lips apart to compare the two - Maureen’s were tighter, Eileen’s a bit more generous. Maureen’s mound was flatter, and her hair was cut to an exclamation mark, with a strip almost ten centimetres long, then a hairless spot, and on top of her lips the point of the exclamation mark. Eileen’s was more pronounced and shaved completely. Holding both mounds in my hands, I pushed one finger inside, then another one. Eileen had forgotten by this time that she was completely nude in front of me and visibly wanted more. I moved my fingers faster and faster and suddenly, first Maureen, then Eileen shuddered and exploded.

Maureen asked, “Can we do this again a bit later? I don’t think that putting sunscreen on only once protects my sensitive spots!”

I looked again at her, and she seemed to be satisfied with what had happened up to now. Didn’t she say that she might lend me to Eileen for the weekend? And what did I have to say on this matter? Nothing? Well, if she wanted this, she also would have to live with the consequences.

I told them to have patience because the treatment was not finished yet. The last step of quality control was missing, and I was going to do this now. They were still breathing heavily when I bowed down and took first Eileen’s breast in my mouth, tasting her and stimulating her with my tongue, then repeated the same with Maureen’s breasts. Both were very excited again and wanted more, telling me to do this again, to go faster there, to pinch a nipple here. I was also getting excited and was barely able to control myself.

(Have I said already something about my mathematics professor? His drills were very useful this morning.) Then I went down again and opened Maureen’s legs wide. They stared at me, waiting to see what was going to happen. I lay between Maureen’s legs and kissed her mound, and then pushed my tongue between her lips. She started to move excitedly and pushed her pussy into my mouth. I tried to enter as far as I could go, touched her clitoris with my tongue and then bit slightly on it. This was the last step she needed, and she exploded in my face, squirting and pushing her own liquids into my waiting face. I was flooded and Maureen was crying out, “Yes, James, YES! I am yours. I love you so much!”

I turned over to Eileen who was staring wide-eyed at Maureen and me - she with an ecstatic smile on her face and still shuddering, and I with her cream all over my face. I moved over and said that it was her turn now but waited for her reaction. She looked at Maureen, then at me and finally shrugged - not exactly the reaction I had expected. But then she made up for it.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her legs wide and pushed her body up to me. When I moved between her legs, she lifted them up so that her pussy was directly in front of my face. She used her fingers to pull her lips apart and to offer them to me. The dark outside and the bright red inside contrasted prettily, and I dove into her hole. She pushed my head into her opening and told me to kiss her hard and fast. When I got to the right rhythm she started to become noisy like Maureen had been, and when I touched her clitoris, she also exploded. She was a squirter like her daughter, but her taste was somehow darker and more concentrated, not as light and sweet as Maureen’s. I must have offered a funny picture with my face all covered with their liquids, so Maureen got up and started to clean it with her lips. Eileen was not far behind and there were the two licking my face and cleaning their fluids off.

I was almost satisfied with my performance, but rather frustrated; it is fun to satisfy the woman you love, but it is more fun if you can participate. Well, next I lay down and both women looked at each other.

Maureen said, “The poor guy, getting all excited, satisfying his women, and getting nothing. Let’s do something for him.”

Maureen got up, pulled my trunks down and touched my shaft gently. It was already stiff and ready to go, but without a partner. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the top. Maureen had bent down when Eileen suddenly said, “Maureen, may I do the honours?”

She looked for some time at her mother and then stepped aside. Now Eileen bent down and looked at my shaft. “He’s lovely, isn’t he,” she stated.

She touched it and held it gently; then she kissed the tip with its glistening drop and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue licked up and down and she pulled the shaft all the way down into her mouth - it almost disappeared completely down her throat. She moved back again and licked the shaft with interest, rubbing the penis with her hand. I was getting close to coming when she stopped, waited, and started again. Between the hand, the tongue and her mouth I was getting closer and closer to losing control, until she finally relented and let me come. I warned her that now was the moment, but she didn’t withdraw when I blasted my seed into her mouth. It went on and on and some drops escaped her mouth and fell on her face and her breast. Finally, I stopped shaking and looking at her, thanking her for a wonderful moment.

Eileen started to clean her face, when Maureen stopped her and said that these drops were hers. She wiped them off Eileen’s face and breast, and then licked skin and finger clean.

There was a moment of silence and reflection, and Eileen said, “This has gone much farther than I expected, but I’m very happy about it. Maureen, did I do anything wrong or anything you didn’t want me to do? If so, I apologise.”

Maureen reached over and kissed her, “Mom, it was wonderful to see you two. I never thought I’d see something like this and enjoy it! You don’t have to apologise; we’ll just have to see what comes next.”

Well, for me what came next was a moment of relaxation. Eileen had kept me at the edge of coming such a long time that once it came, I was completely exhausted. I saw also the two ladies looking at each other with an indeterminable expression. Had we just passed another barrier?

I got up and offered a glass of the still ice-cold champagne and we all drank it thirstily; then I told them that we had come to the pool to get some sun and lay back on the chaise longue. I heard a little noise and saw them arranging their chairs so that they were very close to me. Lying down, each took one of my hands and drew it to her breast; then they closed their eyes and fell into a light slumber. It was not the most comfortable position for me, but it was compensated by having two beautiful women at my sides, trusting me, and wanting me. I pulled them closer, and they rested their heads on my shoulders - now I could relax. Suddenly, I felt some movement on my stomach and two hands touched my penis, gently, but firmly. They sighed and fell asleep.

I had set the alarm clock for 30 minutes to prevent serious sunburn and the sound woke us up. They stretched, and kisses were exchanged. A little touch here and there woke up the interest to do something more exciting. Maureen looked at her mother and suggested that we should remove ourselves to a place more comfortable. She said that we had to discuss our situation and that at the pool it was impossible. I thought we were going to the sitting room, naked as we were, but she led us to her bedroom. I was told to sit at the end of the bed and be quiet; this was girl talk now.

When I protested, I was told once more to be quiet; they would discuss the situation, analyse all options and then I would receive their decision for final approval - I should be happy that they were even considering my input.

Maureen started the conversation, “Mom, you know that James is mine, and only mine; I’m his, and only his. I don’t share. I also realise that you’re getting closer to James, and I’ve told you both that I’m cool with this. I understand it because he’s wonderful, but I repeat that he’s mine. I know him, and I’m certain he likes you very much, probably even started to love you. Not like he loves me, because we have something very special, but as an intelligent, beautiful and charming woman. I also know that he reminds you of Daddy and the times we all were happy, and you want to go back to that time. You know it’s impossible, but hope never dies in the heart, and James has given you this hope. So, tell me how you want to handle this? I repeat that James is mine and I won’t share him with anybody.”

Eileen nodded and looked at her and then at me. It was a strange situation for me - my future wife was discussing with my future mother-in-law whether I should or could sleep with her.

“Maureen, I know he’s yours and he’s shown me that he’s yours alone, but could you consider occasionally including me in your family? No long-term commitment, no obligations, or rights, just a momentary union of three people who love each other and want the others to be happy. You’ve seen how the last weeks have made me happy again; I’ve laughed with you and hugged you, and you’ve done the same with me. I don’t want to go back to that loneliness again; it would kill me. On the other hand, I don’t want to receive love because you pity me. I want to always be a partner and occasionally a lover. I want to give myself to you two and be taken in love by you.”

Now they looked at each other and their faces showed that they knew this was a serious moment. I asked whether I could help with a suggestion.

Both said, “No!” at the same time and then Maureen told me to go away, get more champagne, read a book, and come back when they told me to. I wondered what would happen since this was not the picture that had first been laid out - that I was the Lord and Master of their Universe. In my experience, however, there exist only two methods to argue with women, and both do not work, so I got up and did as I was told.

Finally, I was called back, and the ladies were still sitting on the bed, still nude and tempting.

Maureen looked at me and started, “James, my love, we’re offering you an option that we both agreed on. It’s up to you to decide whether you accept it. When the two of us are on our own, you’re the centre of my life and I’ll do anything you want. Now Mom wants to join us, not as a second choice, but as a partner and friend. She told me that she loves you and is certain her love will only deepen. She wants my agreement to give herself to you, and for you to take her. This is difficult for me to do, but I understand her and concur with her need, to have someone who can give her a centre of her life.”

Maureen was very serious now, “In the current situation, my love, I’m the centre of the union and you two are like planets that circle the sun. This is my and your future life we’re deciding, James, and I won’t lose you. So, we decided that this weekend we would remove all the rules and see how things develop. If it doesn’t work out, we’re adults and can step away from it and keep it simply as a good memory. If it does work out - who knows what could develop from there? There’s one basic condition however - if Mom wants to make love to you and you to her, you’ll do it in front of me. There will be no hidden emotions, no concealed moves, and no secrets. There will be no parallel relationship - it will all be out in the open. This is not an authorization for a twenty-four-hour sex orgy, this is an opportunity for three people who love each other to please and gratify each other. James, this is the offer. What do you think?”

I went to Maureen and took her in my arms. I said, “My love, it’s the dream of every man to have two beautiful women available to love and to be pleased, but I’m not every man. I am your man and I’ll stay that. I believe that I’ve started to care for Eileen and I’m also certain that this emotion could grow in the future. It would be wonderful to make love to her, but not if it costs me your trust and love. If you have the slightest reservation that this could develop into a dubious or weird situation, I will thank Eileen for her offer - I will certainly regret it, but that’s life. If you, however, want me to go along with your offer, I shall do so, with love and affection. Just remember that you are my life.”