Chapter 35

When my orgasm finally subsided and that blissful, post-sex euphoria set in, I just sat there panting with a silly grin on my face. Sheila’s head was still resting on my shoulder as she cooed into my ear as I came down from the high peak.

When Mom’s mouth finally released me, it almost felt like I was suddenly abandoned and my head jerked up to see where she was going only to find her sitting down next to me, giving me the warmest, loving smile I had seen from her in ages.

The moment was perfect...

“Now, there is no way you’re going to tell me you didn’t absolutely love that?” Sheila asked, her voice carrying a teasing lilt to it as she looked at my mom.

“Oh, come on, Sheils,” Mom rolled her eyes. “You knew exactly how to push my buttons just like when we were kids. That wasn’t fair and you know it.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but I’m right though, aren’t I?”

“Ugh, fine. You’re right.” Mom agreed, reluctantly but the way she snuggled into me told me she wasn’t that reluctant, if at all.

“Now, if we hurry up and finish our coffees, we might get to see another show this morning while I make breakfast.” Sheila grinned.

“Huh?” Mom lifted her head from my shoulder looking confused. “What show?”

“Michaela and her dad.” Sheila answered.

I had seen this particular show, and I had a feeling my mom was going to be even more shocked when she got to see it herself. What Michaela and Jeff did in the mornings was nothing like what Mom had seen Sheila do with Shawn or even what she had just done with me. Oh, no, this was something entirely unique.

“That wasn’t a joke?” Mom asked, her head spinning to look towards the door to the cabin as if she would see them through it somehow.

She wouldn’t be able to, the bed was on the other side of the wall next to us. If anything, she might see Stephanie sleeping on the bed, but that was about it.

“You’ll just have to see for yourself,” Sheila grinned, lifting her coffee to her lips and taking a large enough swallow that it would never be confused with a sip.

Usually, Mom and I took our time drinking our morning coffees. She started drinking it in gulps and Sheila started laughing at Mom’s overeagerness to get back inside. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what changed in my mom’s mind about everything that was going on. Sure, we had restarted our coffee dates, which was great and amazing. Now, those almost innocent coffee dates seemed like they were going to be far more interesting going forward.

I looked down at my still-full coffee and tentatively took a tiny sip. It was still warm, nowhere near hot, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to like it and if it tasted even remotely like Mom’s black coffee, I was going to hate it and spit it out on reflex alone.

Sheila and Mom watched me, both of them holding their cups just in front of their faces, waiting to see what my reaction was going to be.

It wasn’t bad, not really. It had the same kind of sweetness, thanks to the sugar and I don’t know if the milk helped it at all.

“What do you think?” Sheila asked, I could see it in the way the corners of her eyes wrinkled that she was hiding a smile behind her mug.

“It’s ... okay,” I replied, shrugging.

I took a deep breath and managed to chug it down as quickly as I could. Not wanting to stop and taste it between gulps. Eventually my mug was empty, and I gasped. It was still warm and tough to swallow that quickly, but it was gone and now I could taste that signature bitterness that before was masked by the added sugar. Yuck! I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, making sure I didn’t leave a coffee mustache or something stupid like that on my face.

Now that my coffee was gone, I was ready to go inside. Sheila and Mom got up as I did and the three of us walked quietly into the cabin. I glanced first at the bed I had slept in and saw the curled-up form of Stephanie still sound asleep. I swung my head to the other side of the room and saw Michaela sitting up, watching the three of us walk inside. Jeff was leaning back on a pile of pillows; he was wide awake as well.

“Good morning,” Jeff said, offering a small friendly smile. “Did you make enough coffee for me too?”

“You know where the coffee pot is,” Sheila replied, rolling her eyes, and not stopping on her way to the kitchen.

“I can make you a cup if you want,” my mom said, slowing to wait for his answer.

“That would be great!” he beamed.

“One for me too?” Michaela chimed in.

The way Michaela asked, her voice sounding sweet and kind, I thought after last night’s adventure, she was going to be nice to me now. When Mom made their coffees, I offered to take them over to them. Jeff took his with a nod of appreciation and when I handed Michaela hers, any idea that her attitude had changed toward me vanished when she snatched the mug and didn’t even offer the barest hint of a thank you.

I just shook my head, Jeff noticed and gave me a pained smile, but I didn’t stand there and linger. I headed over to the other bed, crawled under the covers, and spooned up against Stephanie. She murmured something unintelligible but shifted to accommodate me, pressing her ass and back into me as she latched onto my arm that I had wrapped around her.

The next few days were amazing! I slept in my and my mom’s cabin instead of at Jeff and Sheila’s, so I didn’t get to sleep with Stephanie every night, but that didn’t stop us from having a lot of fun together before I went back to my own bed to get some much-needed rest.

Michaela did indeed go back to her usual self, for the most part. Even though she made it seem like she wanted nothing to do with me or her younger siblings, I did notice that she was watching me out of the corner of her eye every time Stephanie and I had sex or just fooled around. Anytime I caught her looking though, she would quickly look away and pretend like I hadn’t just caught her.

Mom always left at about the time the sexy shenanigans would start up, claiming she was tired or needed to take care of something or another at the cabin. Each time no one pressed her to stay, but it was obvious Sheila and Jeff were hoping she would, but they weren’t going to force her. If anything, I think those evenings at the cabin alone, waiting for me to return, really got her going. They also gave her time to think, both of which benefited me when the sun came up the following morning.

Every morning when I woke up, Mom was there, my special coffee ready and waiting for me. I have always been somewhat of a morning person, but I never wanted to jump out of bed at the first moment I started waking up. Now, however, when my mind stirred, my eyes would snap open and I would already have a smile on my face, excited and ready to start the day.

What made me want to jump out of bed the moment I opened my eyes was the change in Mom after the episode on the porch with Sheila. Now, she was almost aggressive in her want and need to get both her and my sexual release. We used our hands on each other and ourselves to tease each other, but the moment we were both ready, my cock was in her mouth and then I would return the favor by shoving my tongue or fingers into her smooth pussy in return.