Chapter 3

The helicopter wakened Didi the next morning. The bed beside her was empty. She supposed he had gone into the jungle again, working on the defenses. She showered languidly, her body content with her memory of the orgasms of yesterday. She slipped on a black thong for a change, admiring her body in the mirror. I'm a real woman now, she thought. Donning her terry robe, she started downstairs for breakfast.

As she approached the stairs, the helicopter took off again. When she got to the kitchen, Liz was sitting at the coffee table, holding her head, and crying softly. "Mom, Mom, what's the matter?" Her mother looked at her strangely, her face wet with tears, and ran past her toward the master bedroom. Didi followed in confusion.

When she got to the bedroom door, Liz had her head buried in the pillow of the unmade bed, sobbing quietly. Didi lay down and hugged to her. "Mommy, Mommy, don't cry. I'm here, I love you." Liz turned to her, and they pulled together. Still sobbing, the blonde woman whispered "They took him away again, Didi. It's going to be a whole week. Shit." Didi kissed her mother on the lips, trying to comfort her. Liz returned the kiss fiercely, her grief welcoming her daughter's affection. They held the kiss, and it became strangely exciting to both.

Liz pulled her head back and smiled at Didi through the tears. "Was it as good as I said, honey? He looks like he would be a good lover." "Oh Mom, he is. It's so nice." She giggled. "He made me cum four times yesterday." They continued to cuddle. Liz was running her fingers through Didi's dark hair, torn by Bob's departure, feeling frustration, but welcoming the intimacy with her daughter. The shoe was on the other foot now. Deidre was sexually fullfilled, and she was frustrated. She felt anger at her husband.

Didi felt a new warmth as the two women pressed harder together. Their robes were gaping, and their skin was touching warmly. She felt excitement and confusion. "Oh Mom, I love you." Liz looked deep into her eyes. A little smile spread over her face, and she brushed the tears away with one hand. Then the moist fingers drifted down to their firm breasts pillowed together. Liz fondled the soft flesh, poking at the nipples. Didi smiled at the touch, holding their gaze. Their faces moved together in another kiss, and this time their mouths opened, and tongues began dueling gently.

Their kiss grew deeper, and they realized that both were feeling heated passion. Their past closeness made it seem natural and right. Didi pushed her mother's robe open to reveal voluptuous nude glory. The light brown pussy, heaving breasts, and slim taut body she knew so well had an exciting effect on Didi as she remembered their evenings together. Liz opened the terry robe, sighing at the sight of Didi's firm tits. My wonderful daughter, so beautiful, so sexy, she thought. Her hands kept running through the dark hair, then down to cushion her own full breasts against Didi's. "Oh Didi, I'm glad you're getting laid now. I just wish I was." "Mummy, Mummy. Let me get you off for a change."

The young vixen knelt between her mother's legs, spreading them and gazing at the pussy slit. Her mouth sunk down to the light brown thicket of pubic hair, as Liz rolled to her back and lifted her knees. Her hands were still entangled lovingly in the wavy black hair as Didi began to lick at the damp tunnel from which she had emerged sixteen years ago. As she made contact with the clitty, Liz gasped with pleasure. It had been just yesterday since she had had an orgasm, but Didi's mouth stimulated her powerfully. As her twat was surrounded and she felt suctioning of her juices, she began humping to her daughter's love making.

"Honey, oh honey, that's so nice. You're a wonderful daughter. Do the clitty, darling. lick it hard. Oh yeah, that's nice." Her passion was soaring, as she felt hands caressing her boobies tenderly, tweaking gently at the big red nipples. She covered the hands with her own, and pulled them harder, making the titflesh surge around their fingers. "Baby, baby, oh Didi." In the back of her mind, the pleasure her daughter was giving her was even sexier than if she had been a normal lover. Her hips took on a life of their own, fucking frantically into the face in her foaming crotch.

Didi was amazed at her enjoyment of this woman to woman passion. It seemed a natural extension of their intimacy of the last year, and her chance to make her mother happy. Plus, the smell and taste of the cream oozing into her mouth was exciting her. She increased the vigor of her sucking and licking, her eyes watching her mother's face gasp with pleasure. Liz's body was writhing in sensual heat, as she abandoned herself to her need for release. "Go ahead, baby. Suck my twat dry, make me cum, hurry, hurry."

Didi savored the smell that was familiar, and the new taste of her mother's pussycream. Her own cunt was creaming now, and she licked harder as her excitement grew. She kept looking up at the blonde head shaking wildly, seeing the titties wobble seductively between her hands. Then, suddenly, Liz's hands squeezed hers, and she shuddered in a convulsive climax, twisting her fragrant groin up to the hungry mouth making her explode. Didi kept sucking, trying to keep the blonde keening as she poured out juices. It had always been exciting to see her mother cum, and this time was even better as she helped the older woman orgasm frantically. Even as the writhing subsided, she kept it up, enjoying the groaning woman's moist bottom.

Liz pulled the black haired girl's face up to hers, and as they kissed, pressed them together once again. "Didi, we shouldn't do this. But it felt so good. It got me out of my funk." "Oh mommy, I love seeing you cum, and you needed to, huh?" "Yes honey, but what about you." "Well, I got a little horny when you were getting off." Liz raised herself to gaze at Didi, lying beside her, eyes bright. She slid a hand down under the black thong, and watched the little jump of the slim hips as she touched the clitty. "It's a sexy place, our island, darling. We can make our own rules."

Liz rose to her knees and let her robe slip from her shoulders. Didi pushed off her thong, and reached around to caress her mother's firm butt. Pulling herself up to her own knees, she pressed to the tanned body, wriggling out of the terry robe.They were smiling happily as their lips met, gently at first, then with increasing urgency. They wiggled their pussy's against each other, as their tongues once again darted in and out. Liz's hand dipped down to Didi's cuntal mound, working a finger between the hot puffy folds. "Mmmm, Mommy." Liz worked another finger in, and Didi's hips began to move.

"Lie down, baby. Mommy wants to smell her baby's pussy. Mommy wants to lick it, suck it good." "Let me do you at the same time, Mommy. Like those girls in the movie." "That's a sixty nine, darling." With a low sigh, Liz straddled Didi's face, and leaned over to stare at the lovely slit she had once powdered. The smooth folds, a little pink flesh peeping between, wet already, seemed to beckon her. As she felt warm breath on her own bottom, she opened her lips wide, and they were both eating foaming cunts simultaneously.

They drifted together on a warm thick sea of rising desire, both pussys creaming, the smell filling the room. They began to roll over and back, enjoying the friction of their damp bodies on each other. Didi used her hands to spread the cuntlips at her mouth apart, tonguing into the pink tunnel. She could hear Liz moaning with mewling little grunts, "Mmmmmm, uuugh." Just then, a powerful thrill raced from her own clitty, and she groaned "Oh Mommy, yes, yes ooooohhh."

Liz was worming a finger deep in Didi's cunt, wiggling it as she sucked in the clit and tongued it. Writhing hips pulsated against her face, as she tasted the warm, sweet juice from her daughter's twat. Both felt it was only a small step from their previous closeness to this lovely lesbian lechery. Their heat rose faster and faster, and the urgency of their grunting was all that echoed in the bedroom.

Liz felt Didi climax explosively, pubic bone spasming, pussy expanding and contracting around her finger. She licked up to the stiff clitty, using the pressure to skillfully extend the orgasmic vibrations radiating out from the black fuzzed groin. "Mommy Mommy, cumming, cumming, aaaagh." Liz kept licking until the spasms slowed, then raised herself to put more pressure on her cunt on her daughter's hungry mouth. As she scraped her love button across the young face, she murmured "Hard baby, hard, get me, yeah, there, there, yes oh here... Uuuunh." Her own release blossomed delightfully again, just as intense as the first one. A flush shot up her tummy to her breasts, making her gasp. It had been years since she had gotten off twice that close together. She felt she had gone over a wall of inhibition, and her fevered mind vowed to pursue the full sensual pleasure she had been denied too long.

Later, as they cuddled contentedly, Liz asked "Darling, would it bother you if Dick fucked me too? Maybe we could do a threesome?" Didi giggled and kissed her mother softly. "We'll make our own rules, Mom. I love cumming with both of you, and I know he's noticed your body." They began to plot the evening.

When Richard got home, he didn't see anybody on the beach, and when he entered the house saw Didi and Liz in the kitchen. They both had just the thongs on, and this time Liz didn't bother to cover up. She stared at him with a little smile. He couldn't help eying her big tits, and slim, sexy figure. "We're making a big dinner, Dick. Wouldn't it be fun to dress up?" "Sure Liz, where's Dad? Did he go on that helicopter?" Liz turned her head away, and Didi put a hand on her mother's shoulder. It was the young girl who answered "Yeah, he did Ricky. He'll be gone for a week."

As he walked upstairs, he shook his head. Alone in this tropical paradise with those two gorgeous females, he thought. Now this is good duty. He remembered the couple of times he had brushed against Liz, and felt a tension between them. But what about Dad, and Didi. Well, Dad was gone for a week, and Dee could probably adapt. As he showered, his stomach tingled.

He was downstairs in the kitchen, wearing his old sports jacket and light pants, smelling the fish stew, when he heard their voices coming down the stairs. He walked out, sipping a beer, to the sexiest sight he thought he had ever seen.

They vamped down holding hands, smiling gaily at him. The blonde and the brunette. They could have been sisters. Didi wore a mini dress in bright red that was tight to her chest, her boobs clearly outlined under the smooth thin fabric. She had puffed her hair out, and wore dark makeup that made her seem older, more erotic. Her hips swayed on high heels, and her pubic bone tented the front. Wow.

But Liz looked like a whole new woman. Her deep tan set off a black dress that came to her knees, but was slit on the right side up to the waist, so that every other step revealed her leg, hip, and inner thigh. Her makeup was a bright purple red, a little slutty. She had frizzed her hair to make it seem like a model's. Her tits were almost uncovered, and jiggled around inside the low neckline. Spike black heels lengthened her legs seductively. Now that's a fuck me dress, thought Ricky.

They both sidled slowly over to him, and kissed his cheek at the same time. "Good evening, Richard" Liz breathed into his ear. "Hi, Ricky. Doesn't Mom look neat?" He felt his prick jump, smelling the perfume they both wore, and feeling their closeness. "Uh, you both look terrific. I mean it, absolutely ravishing. Want a glass of wine?"

In his mind the dinner was one long tease. He didn't bother to hide his ogling of both seductive vixens, and it seemed to him they made an effort to display themselves. Liz would bend over as she put a plate in front of him, revealing her nipples briefly. He was facing the kitchen, and when Didi would bend over, her pantiless, puffy twat with it's long slit would appear under the hem of the red dress. Liz would pour the wine by leaning on the table, her tits hanging loose, the skin of her leg showing, her hip tilted to almost reveal her pussy. She wore no panties either, and he began to smell cunt musk mixed with their perfume.

There was a new element to the mother daughter byplay. They were almost flirting with each other too. They would bump, apparently by accident, and pass a smile each time. As they talked about how the fish was prepared, their eyes seemed to lock together. "Men like it when women make love, Didi. It's a turn on for them, I'm not sure why" Liz had said that morning. As she cleared the main course dishes, Didi pressed her boobs against her mother's shoulder when she leaned over her, then both women looked over at him. They smiled at the ogling excitement they were causing. His cock was hard as a rock.

As Dee put a dish of ice cream in front of him, Liz rose and walked out to the terrace, carrying her wine. Dee leaned down and sucked on his ear, tonguing it sexily. Then, she whispered "Mommy needs comforting, Ricky. I'm gonna do the dishes. Go out to her when your dessert is gone." His heart leaped as he wolfed down the plate. When he rose, his eyes caught hers as he pushed his prick up against his stomach, and she leered at him.

As he walked up behind Liz, the blonde turned and leaned back against the railing. The position thrust her pubic area tightly against the black dress, and she took a deep breath, making her tits swell up invitingly.The contrast between her tanned skin and the long black slit below her waist was breathtaking. "Dick, I love your father, but he hasn't been meeting my needs, and we're all alone here." She took another breath, and arched her back slightly. Her eyes closed. "I hate being horny, and you're a big strong man. This is an unusual situation, and we have to make our own rules." She reached up and pushed one of the spaghetti straps on her shoulder off, and then the other. The black material slid off her breasts.

In the pale light from the living room, she was a gloriously sexy picture. Her tits were bigger than Dee's, slightly more rounded, but the nipples were big like her daughter's, and not as dark. They were already puckered and jutting out. He took two steps and pressed his hips into her, letting her feel his stiff cock. He cupped her right globe, fingers gently squeezing the tip. She sucked in a little breath. "Ummm. Ricky." Her left hand reached behind his head as their eyes locked together, and she pulled his head toward hers.

Their lips met firmly, and her mouth was open a little. He felt her tongue push into his mouth, and his inhibition fell away. No thought of his dad could penetrate the driving lust he felt. He released her tit and put both hands on her buttocks, pulling her against his groin, and their kiss grew more urgent and harder. Both mouths were wide open, with tongues swirling frantically. Liz ground her hips into him, groaning at the pressure of his firm young body.

Suddenly she pushed him away and pulled the black dress over her head. Her eyes held his, and the expression on her face was a sexy, lascivious smile. Her gorgeous body, hips pushed out by the high heeled shoes, glorious big breasts heaving, and legs that went on forever, made his ears roar with want. "Fuck my brains out, dear studson. Right here." She hurried to a patio chaise lounge, pushed down it's back, and reclined with her legs apart, holding out her hands. Her rectangle of brown pubic hair was thick, and the pussylips pulled slightly apart as she lay there. The pale, untanned triangle that framed her fat slit seemed to vibrate with lust, and wrinkled inner flesh with a long clitoral hood pulsed erotically. He ripped off his clothes wildly, entranced by her opulent figure, pale and seductive in the soft light.