Chapter 20: Amenities

Mom and Tara returned to our suite, finding me dreaming and sprawled across my bed. I was stark naked, greasy with lotion. With my Paul-certified “perfect” ass and trimmed pussy on full display.

They laughed at me. “Have a nice swim?” asked Tara, playfully.

“Twenty-seven laps.”

“Your skin is shiny. Oh, I see you borrowed my lotion.”

“Yes, Mom. The pool water can be a little irritating. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’m curious, though. How did the lotion get on your back?”

“Busted!” snarked Tara.

“Oops,” I muttered.

“Tara, go watch the television while I talk to Nora.”

“Aw, I want to be here for this. It will be fun.”

“Not for her. Go. Now. I am not playing.”

Tara slunk out, resentfully.

“You are an adult now, and we need to have another adult conversation. But first, I need a hug.”

We embraced, and I felt her crying.

“I have cried so often these past days, more than the rest of my life. At least right now these are happy tears. Paul is a fine man. The happiness is just beaming off you, like rays of sunlight. It was a joy just to see you having a pleasant ordinary breakfast with him, in public, without extreme self-consciousness.”

“But, wearing my mother’s cap, I have to remind you this relationship is going really very fast. I’m sure you two had a great time messing up this bed today. But you’re not on birth control! You don’t want to have a little Paul or Paulette yet, right?”

“Mom, please don’t worry. He wore his ugly orange swimsuit all day. I’m starting to hate that thing. It was only kissing. And, as you figured out, lotion distribution. Tara warned me about your incredible Mom powers of discernment.”

“I believe you, Nora. But you’re not made of stone. Using Ariel and Tara as your substitute fuck-buddies isn’t going to work for long. Oh, come off it, mothers know everything. You two are both virgins, in the sense of being unpenetrated. I have some Plan B, which is for the morning after you have unprotected sex, but we need to get you to the OB/GYN for something better.”

“Now, whatever you managed with him today must have absolutely driven you wild. Because, you totally smell of pussy juice. Actually, Tara, get in here!”

“Mom, make up your mind. I’m going, then I’m coming.”

“Yes, I want you to be coming. Tara, look at your beautiful naked sister. Come closer; can you smell her pussy? She says Paul didn’t fuck her, but he turned her on for damn sure.”

“Now I watched you two when you had your little fuck. You were so wrapped up in each other you didn’t notice me jilling off in the doorway watching you. Don’t believe me? Who turned off the lights after you fell asleep all tangled up after coming?”

We eyed each other, nervously. About the lights, she was right.

“I’m so tired of all this shit with the accident, the lawyers, and watching my poor man feeling sad and in pain. And, he didn’t poke me with his big cock at all last month, because of stupid problems at my job. So I’m really horny right now, and I want you two to help me out, if you’re willing.”

Again, we exchanged looks, then rushed into her arms.

“You don’t mind seeing me on Tara?” I asked.

“Of course not. I thought you were already doing each other.”

“Well, she had Carson, and until very recently I didn’t feel sexy. At all. Except for a few times with Ariel.”

“Fuck! I’m the worst mother! I never fully understood. Perhaps you and Tara can help me on the road to recovery. Why are your clothes still on?”

Tara took Mom’s shoes, pants, and panties. I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra (the tag said 40D). We moved over to the room’s second bed and pulled down the comforter. I helped pull Tara’s shirt over her head and she stepped out of her shorts and panties (already damp in the crotch).