Chapter 36

It took a bit for Sheila and Mom to come back down to earth after the orgasms. Sheila was first and looked over at my mom who was still a bit out of it, but not so far gone as to not be able to follow what was going on.

“Hey, Dana,” Sheila said, and my mom’s head turned to look at her. “How about we do things like we were their age?” I looked at Mom’s face and watched as she blinked, slowly processing what Sheila had just asked her. I was curious what she meant by ‘when we were their age.’ I, kind of, thought we were already doing that, honestly. Then a small grin appeared on my mom’s face, and she nodded.

“Switch,” Both women chorused, huge grins on their faces that were, frankly, worrisome.

Shawn and I gasped, and Stephanie started giggling uncontrollably.

“But first,” Mom continued. “I need some water.”

With that announcement, Mom got to her feet and started walking towards the door of the cabin. Sheila quickly got up to follow her, the three of us not far behind.

“Oh, come on, Dana!” Sheila complained. “Do you mean I have to wait to get a piece of Sam?”

“What do you mean?” Mom chuckled. “You’ve already fucked my son.”

“Not tonight, I haven’t” Sheila snickered, teasingly and Mom just glared at her over her shoulder but didn’t slow on her way through the front door and on to the kitchen.

“What about Dad and Michaela?” Stephanie asked while Mom was filling glasses with water, not just for herself, but for everyone.

“They’ll be fine,” Shawn replied. “I bet they won’t even notice we’re gone for another hour or so.”

“Really? I highly doubt that’s true,” Mom said, turning to look at Shawn and taking a long drink from her glass. “I’m sure she has all of his attention right now, but there’s no way he didn’t at least catch a glimpse of us heading inside.”

“He probably did,” Sheila agreed. “But he will keep Michaela occupied so that we can have a little more fun, just the five of us.”

After a short respite and water, Sheila was the one to get things going again.

“So, what do you think?” Sheila asked, giving me a slow, sultry turn, cocking her hips, and throwing back her shoulders to highlight the areas she wanted me to notice first and focus on. “Think you want another taste of me?” I smirked at her, watching the show she wanted me to see. “Mmm, now you can claim your second Mom of the night. Except for this Mom, you aren’t going to be using those magical hands of yours.” She finished her little twirl and stepped in close to me, her hands cradling my manhood. “You’re going to use this hard cock!”

“Why not have both?” I replied, keeping my eyes cool and my face neutral.

Sheila watched me, waiting to see if I flinched or backed away from her. It was like a replay of that day in the shower. She was in control then, but for some reason, I felt the need to be in charge tonight. It was like a little game she played and was a master of. I wasn’t going to let her tell me what to do tonight, or even how to do it. We were both going to end up getting what we wanted in the end, but this little game suddenly felt ... important and I was committed to it now.

So, I didn’t move. I didn’t even shift the weight on my feet. I stood there, holding my ground feeling the heat of Sheila’s entire body as it washed over me in waves. I stood there, holding my ground. I don’t know why I had said what I did, but watching Sheila’s eyes as she searched me, trying to read me somehow bolstered my confidence. When I felt her hand slowly stroke me, I raised an eyebrow in question, challenging her.

Sheila leaned in close, turned her lips to my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my neck. I had to remind myself over and over this was a game and not to react to her or give up any ground.

“Was that an offer?” She whispered, her voice laced with promised, delightful danger.

I waited for her to move back so that she could look at my face and I could look into her eyes. I held still, tensing my body to keep from flinching, as I felt her hand squeeze my shaft, not hard, but hard enough.

When our eyes met, I paused for a moment before replying, holding her attention on me and only me. Then I winked and her eyes flashed. Her brows raised as she released my dick, and grabbed my hand, dragging me behind to her to the bigger of the two beds, giggling like an excited little schoolgirl.

Just before we got to the bed, Sheila spun and I thought she was going to try to throw me onto the mattress, but instead, she jumped backwards, landing hard and bouncing a few times before her body finally settled into its pillowy softness. Watching her body shift and shake as the springs in the mattress tried to absorb her weight suddenly was delightful. I couldn’t help but genuinely smile at her antics.

There was laughter and joy in her eyes as she looked up at me. Her knees were together, her torso twisted so her legs lay on the rumpled blankets that adorned the bed. Stephanie, just like her mother, chose that instant to launch herself onto the bed, twisting in mid-air to land next to her mother.

“Stephanie!” Sheila cried out in shock, throwing her hands up in defense as she tried to shift out of the way of the flying girl.

When Stephanie’s weight hit the bed, shooting not only Sheila back into the air, but Stephanie as well, they started laughing like a pair of kids in a McDonald’s’ playground ball pit. When they both finally came to rest, they were laid out perfectly before me, side by side, mother and daughter, Sheila on the left, Stephanie on the right.

The number of times I had dreamed about a moment like this with Sara and Mom were so numerous it would have taken me days, if not weeks to count them all. Now, here, right in front of me, that exact dream was playing out before my very eyes.

Sheila and her daughter were turned just slightly towards each other, which probably had more to do with their position on the bed as the combined weight sagged the mattress, forcing them together at the knees. Their arms reached out for the other as they giggled and teased each other. The whole situation screamed fun.

As if they had planned it, they both turned to look at me at the same time and smirked. Then, agonizingly slowly, Sheila let her legs fall apart. The innocent look on her face stirred something primal inside me. Stephanie was grinning as I watched Sheila move. Then she ran her hand down between her mother’s legs, over the obviously wet slit, the whole time, watching me the whole time, as she did so.

I took a step closer so that my legs were touching the foot of the bed. I was ready to knee-walk my way between Sheila’s spread thighs. I was hard as a rock and couldn’t wait to bury my dick into Sheila’s warm, wet center. That’s when Stephanie shifted her focus to her mother, taking the closest nipple into her mouth and sucking, hard.

“Ohng!” Sheila made a sound that was part gasp and part moan.

I found myself frozen, rooted in place. Watching Sheila and Shawn was hot. Fucking Sheila was incredible, but watching Stephanie play with her mother was something else entirely. If all those previous experiences I had had were like sticking your hands into a campfire, this was like trying to touch the sun!

I took one little, tiny step back, not because I didn’t want to join them. I did! I just wanted to give them space. I didn’t want to interrupt whatever might happen between the two. I risked a glance over to the other bed and saw my Mom on her back, Shawn’s head buried between her thighs as he lapped at her core. From the look on her face and the way she was arching her back as her hands squeezed the sheets in her fists, Mom was very much enjoying what Shawn was doing.