threesome incest

This follows directly from the first chapter. This describes Mikes adventures with Ellie in a threesome with their mother, and the conversation between Mike and Maggie, in which he learns about his father, and they describe their first times. Comments welcome; votes appreciated



Paid to Seduce His Mother Redux



Chapter 2



Part XIII



The two Nelson children were just pulling into Belle Vista Drive when Mike finished bringing Ellie up to date on the condition of their parents’ union. She looked at him in wonder.



“You’re telling me our cheating asshole of a father is paying you to convince our mother to do something she already wants to do, is giving you four months to get it done, and is picking up the bill for it, to boot, and what you really need to do, is convince him to apologize to Mom for letting their marriage go to shit?



“And your strategy to do that is to practice full nudity around the house so you can take her to bed and remind her how good sex can be.” She laughed. “Sounds like a plan, to me. Damn! I wish I could be here to help.”



Mike grinned at her comment, then sobered up to ask, “Why did you call Dad an asshole? I agree, but I always got the impression he doted on you.”



“Yeah, growing up, I felt I had him wrapped around my finger. Then a few weeks ago, he decided to try to collect. Said it was only fair.” Ellie looked at her brother and saw the anger building. “No, Mike, it wasn’t with him. He tried to set me up for one of his big customers.



“It was the way he said take him out and show him a ‘good time’ and don’t be upset if he gets a little touchie-feelie. I got an idea what the weekend would be like and told Dad I had an important paper to finish and an exam to study for.



“He started that old ‘sauce for the goose’ talk about playing fair with customers. I almost asked him if he had fucked the guy’s daughter. Maybe I should have. You say he has a girl staying in the company apartment. Have you seen her?”



She almost choked from laughing when he told her about walking in on them. “In our living room! I swear, the only brains he has are in his dick. Did you tell Mom about that? No? Good; she doesn’t need to know how lucky she is.” Mike pulled into the driveway, and almost before he could stop, she was out of the car and on her way in the front door.



Part XIV



Mike grabbed her suitcase from the back of his Jeep and was just entering the door when he heard his sister asking if the pool was useable. She was just removing her panties when he walked into the kitchen, in front of a very shocked Maggie. “Ellie, what are you doing? Your brother…”



“Oh, Mom, don’t be such a stick. It’s not the first time he’s seen all of me, and probably not the last. Are you going to come in with me? Skinny dipping is so much fun; nearly as good as…well, maybe not that good, but it is better than with a suit on.”



“What on earth are they teaching you down there, young la…woman; you’re certainly no lady any more.”



Ellie grinned and began unbuttoning her mother’s shirt. “C’mon, Mom. Try it. Don’t worry about Mike. I’m sure he’s seen lots of T ‘n’ P. Hell, we stopped at Waverley’s on the way home and the waitress practically jumped on him when we walked in.” By this time, Ellie was pushing her mother’s shirt off her shoulders, revealing the fact she wore no bra.



Maggie grabbed for her hands, trying to stop her determined daughter. “Ellie. Stop this nonsense, now. No, Ellie! Leave my shorts alone. Ellie, I said stop! No, not my panties! Mike, stop looking at me. You shouldn’t see me naked, like this. Go grab us some towels and bring out a bottle of wine and some glasses… And some robes!” Ellie took hold of Maggie’s arm and led her out to the pool.



“And Mike,” called Ellie, “you can’t come out unless you’re naked!”



“Ellie,” admonished Maggie. “What’s gotten into you? Or shouldn’t I ask?”



“Well, Momma,” she replied, with a sly smile, “I have to confess, I haven’t exactly been a nun while I’ve been away. In fact, a few nights ago I had my first threesome with a couple of guys I let pick me up. It wasn’t a very good experience. Mike said he’d take me to the clinic to get checked for STDs.”



“You told Mike? Wh…Why?” Maggie plopped down on one of the chaises, her legs crossed and her arms shielding her breasts. Ellie sat down beside her, their knees touching, and leaned so their shoulders touched. She thought for a moment.



“His opinion of me means a lot to me and I didn’t want him to hear it from somebody else. He’s taught me a lot about men and women, and it has really helped me deal with relationships while I’ve been in school. And so far, he’s been right, in what he taught me.”



“I’m almost afraid to ask…” Maggie looked at her daughter, not sure she really wanted the answer she expected. Ellie looked her in the face, with no trace of shame as she answered.



“Yes, he was my first, and so far, my best ever, and not just because he was first or is my brother, but because he showed he loved me enough to care about my needs, too. We didn’t just fuck, or have sex, Mom. He made love to me. You should let him make love to you, too. It would remind you how love is supposed to be.”



“Ellie! How do you…”



“Mom, I’m right across the hall. I can hear you moaning, and, sometimes, I can even hear your vibrator. A few times with Mike, and you’d throw that toy away, I’m sure.”



Maggie was just about to say something when Mike coughed to discreetly announce his presence. “If you want a swim before we go, you should get it now. We have to be at the restaurant in a little less than two hours, and it’ll take almost a half hour to get there that time of night.” He struggled to not stare at the two women who were facing him. Ellie saw his struggle and grinned as she reached out and drew Maggie to her side.



“I guess I’ll have to wait. Maybe when we get home, you and I can have an after dark swim, Mikey. Isn’t Mom beautiful? So slender and such pretty titties. And you can tell she doesn’t have to trim her pussy. Wouldn’t you just love to kiss it?” She reached over and pulled Maggie’s legs open.



“Ellie!” Maggie and Mike shouted in unison.



“What? You both want to, so why not admit it?” She released Maggie and walked up to Mike. Taking hold of his semi-hard cock, she reached up and kissed him. “I told her about us,” she whispered. Mike’s stomach sank as he looked at his mother, whose hands, at that moment, were busy, each subtly kneading the breast it was covering.



He gave Ellie a smack on the butt and sent her into the house to get changed for dinner. When she was safely inside, he grabbed a robe and walked to his mother. “Mike,” she started. “Your sister?”



He opened the robe and held it for her. When she had her arms in the sleeves, he wrapped his around her and pulled her onto his lap as he sat down. He held her tightly against him as he told her about Ellie’s Senior Ball experience.



Maggie was still wrapped in his arms, cuddled into his chest when he finished. She turned her face up and kissed him. “I’m glad you were there for her. For the rest of the weekend, as long as your father is around, we’ll have to behave like mother and son. Tuesday, We’ll leave Maggie here, while you drive Meg to our trysting place.



“Let’s go get dressed.”



Part XV



Dinner was as successful as possible under the circumstances. Harry was more than impressed at the end of the meal when he called for the bill and found that the dinner was on the chef because of Mike’s impending employment and winning the end of year competition. Mike was asked if he wanted to see the kitchen, and accepted the offer.



As Mike walked away, Harry looked at his daughter, and asked, “What are your plans this weekend?”



“I really hadn’t made any. Just hang out with the family. Especially with Mike home. His being here was a nice surprise.”



“Well, I hope we get to spend some time together. You did me a big favor.”



“I did? How? And why wouldn’t we have time together?”



“McCallister was very impressed with your decision to pass up a free dinner to study, especially at a school like P’Town. His sons went there, and, in his words, majored in partying and drinking. He said your obvious maturity and seriousness about your studies reflected well on your upbringing, and indirectly on the business. He signed a contract making us his primary supplier for mechanical fasteners.



“As to the other; I have a business trip I need to prepare for, so I’m going to be staying at the apartment for the next few days, before I leave.”



“Your daughter is going to be gone for over a year, and you’re going to pass up your last opportunity to spend some time with her to shack up with your…” Maggie’s voice was full of bitterness, and she failed to complete her thought with anything but a shudder.



Ellie reached out for her mother’s hand and looked at her Dad. “Sounds like you’re going to be pretty busy, Dad. Why don’t you give me a call Sunday? Maybe we can get together for coffee before I have to leave.”



“Which is when, honey?” Harry asked, not looking at his wife. She had tried on at least three separate occasions to talk to him about this weekend with Ellie.



“I have to be at the airport in New Haven at 6:30 Sunday evening to catch a puddle jumper to LaGuardia . Then Monday, the school has set up a medical review, to make sure we have all our immunizations and vaccinations, and aren’t harboring any medical weirdness, and then Tuesday, they come around and collect all our baggage.



“They’ve chartered a special flight to Heathrow. We all have a week in London, then those that are going to the continent get sent on. I’ll be going to Guildford in Surrey for the fall, then to Lausanne for a semester at the hospitality school. Next summer, I’ll tour a little, and be back here in time for Mike’s birthday in July.”



“Well,” Harry responded, “sounds like you’re going to busy next year. Sunday, we will definitely get together. Look, I, uh, I have to run. Tell Mike I said thanks for dinner, and I’m proud of him for landing a job here. I’ll call him when I get back.”



Mike was gone a bit more than a half hour. He had been duly impressed with the set up and by the personnel he met, some of whom he knew from school. He was surprised when he returned to find the two women alone. Maggie saw the question in his face as he rejoined them.



“Your father, if you want to claim him as such, will be spending the night with his whore at the apartment. He said he had to prepare for his trip out west, and would call you when he got back.”



Mike nodded. “Okay. Shall we go home, then, or would you two want to do something else?”



Before Maggie could say anything, Ellie interjected, “Home, please. I’m a little tired.”



“Home it is,” Mike answered, pulling out Maggie’s chair and helping her up. Ellie watched him with a smile and stayed seated. He grinned and pulled out her chair and extended his hand.



“Thank you, big brother,” she said with a coy smile.



Outside, as they waited for the valet to bring their SUV to them, Ellie raised up on tiptoe and whispered to Mike, “Can I sleep with you while I’m home? I’m going to be gone a long time, and will miss you.”



Over her head, Mike looked at Maggie, who, guessing what the conversation was about, nodded, giving Mike a smile. He bent down and whispered his answer to Ellie, “Mom said it was okay.”



Ellie whipped her head around to see Maggie smiling at her children. The valet drove up at that moment, precluding any more conversation for a few minutes. As they sorted themselves out to get into the car, Ellie took Maggie’s hand and pulled her mother into the back seat with her.



As Mike pulled into traffic, Ellie leaned into Maggie. “Are you sure you don’t mind, Momma? I really just wanted to share his bed, but if you’re okay with it, then I’m going to ask him to make love to me.”



Maggie put her arm around her daughter. “Honey, I can’t forbid you from having sex with anyone. Especially your brother, when I’m going to be doing that same thing with him Tuesday night. You have him all to yourself tonight, and tomorrow night. I’ll try not to be jealous. Thank goodness, you’ll be at the other end of the hall, though,” she finished, with a small laugh.



“You could join us…” Ellie said



“No, but thank you, Sweetie. I have a feeling you really need this time with Mike, alone. I’ll be fine. I have my magic silver bullet, and three weeks of unrestrained sex to look forward to. Don’t you worry, just enjoy yourselves.”



Mike pulled his mother’s SUV into the garage and helped the women from the back seat. Ellie was first and gave him a thankful smile. As she established her balance, she reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered, and moved out of her mother’s way.



Mike reached in to help Maggie from the car. As she stepped out, she revealed her thigh all the way to her furry minge. His eyes stayed glued to the sight until he felt her squeeze his hand. Only then did he become aware of the fabric in between their hands. She also gave him a kiss on the cheek as she straightened up, and whispered, “Just in case you needed some inspiration tonight. If you don’t, then they are a reminder of what’s going to be waiting for you next week.”



Part XVI



In the living room, Maggie had embraced her two children together, kissing them both on the lips. She had then unzipped Mike’s pants and pulled out his cock. After wrapping Ellie’s fingers around the shaft, she had told the young woman, “Here you go, Sweetie. It’s all yours until Sunday morning. Use it as much as you want, but remember, it has a very important date Tuesday evening. Now, off with you.”



“Are you sure, Momma, you don’t want…” Maggie placed her fingers over Ellie’s mouth and shook her head.



“You have him for two nights; I’ll have him for three weeks. Go, now.”



Up in Mike’s room, Ellie stood still as Mike unzipped her dress while standing in front of her, their lips seemingly locked together. When the zipper reached bottom, he slid his hands up her bare back, just inside the parted fabric, causing her to softly hum her approval.



Mike pulled the dress forward, off her shoulders, and broke the kiss to step back and admire his sister’s luscious body. It took him a few seconds to realize she was tanned all over, with no tan lines. With a wide grin, he offered, “Must be great, having all that sunshine. Are all the coeds as tanned as you?”



“No,” she said. “Down there I don’t qualify as tanned. As far as those candidates for melanoma are concerned, I’m still bisque-ware (referring to the low fired, pre-glazed state of poured slip ceramics-ware).”



She put her arms around her brother and hugged him tightly. “Hold me, Mikey. Can we just cuddle for a while? I think I need that more than anything else, right now. I wish Momma had joined us. I feel sad about not including her. Do you think you could persuade her to come down here?”



“If you want all three of us in bed comfortably, then we should go join her. She has a king size bed, while we both have doubles. We can go there in a little bit. Give her a chance to settle down and take care of things.”



Ellie giggled. “Yeah, like her silver bullet.”



Mike chuckled. “I was thinking more along the lines of bathroom, and make-up removal, but yeah, that, too. We can lie down while we wait, and you can tell me why you’re so insistent on having Mom join us.”



“Mmm, I, uh, mmm. It’s…I, ahh, I want to be sure you and her get together. Is that so bad?” She asked, situating herself beside him on the bed.



He bent down and kissed the tip of her nose. “No, El, that’s not bad, except right now, she doesn’t want to do that. How many times did she say no, two, three?”



“Yeah, something like that. Why?”



“Have you ever been out with a guy, who was all over you, and you realized the only way to get out of the situation was to give him either a hand job, or a blow job?” She nodded, frowning. “How was he any different from what you’re doing? By constantly asking and pushing, you’re trying to wear her down until she says yes, just to stop the harassment. It’s sorta like date rape.”



“But girls can’t rape girls, that’s…”



“You’re ignoring her feelings, forcing her to comply with yours. The only difference is that you don’t have a cock of your own, so you’re using mine. And I don’t remember anyone asking me if I wanted to make love with Mom tonight.”



Ellie looked up at him, gnawing at her lower lip. “I’m sorry. I was just…”



“I know, sweetheart, and I appreciate it, but Mom’s the one you need to apologize to.” When she moved to sit up, he laughed and pushed her back down onto the bed. “It can wait until morning. Wasn’t there something else you wanted to do tonight?”



With a shy smile, belied by the passion in her eyes, she shook her head. “But I’ll let you convince me, if you want to,” she purred.



Mike rolled over on his back. “Funny,” he chortled, “that’s just what I was going to say.”



Ellie rolled over and jumped on him. “Why you…” she laughed, and began to bat at his head, lightly slapping at him, barely more than patting his pate. After several seconds of being a passive target, Mike reached up and took her hands in his, and pulled her down on top of him.



“That’s no way to seduce a guy,” he said, his lips against hers as he kissed her. “You need to start here.” He released her hands and started to lightly caress her back, his hands moving in long strokes parallel to her spine. Ellie relaxed and let her body mold to his as she increased the fervor in her kiss.



She felt his cock begin to come to life and ground her pussy against his pubes. When she felt him pushing back, she reached down between them and pulled his staff up so it laid on his belly, between their pubes so she could slide her cleft against him. She felt as much as heard his groan when she started.



“What you want, big guy?” she hissed in his ear, running her tongue around the edge and into the center.



He tightened his arms about her. “You,” he whispered back. “I want you, Ellie. I want you on my cock, pumping the cunt you said I could always have, up and down until you empty my nuts. And then I want you to lick me clean while I suck my cum out of you. That’s what I want.”



“You son of a bitch,” she moaned. “You’ve got me so fucking turned on, I can’t move. Make me come, big brother, and then I’ll do it just like you asked.” Mike pulled her to him for a kiss and grabbed her ass, pulling her up his body until he felt his cock pop free.



He grabbed it and slid it up and down her slit a few times before searching out her opening. When Ellie felt it settle into position, she pushed back, impaling herself on her brother’s imitation of re-bar. They moaned in unison.



Ellie began to pump her hips up and down Mike’s staff, slowly at first, gaining force and speed as she became used to having the rigid one-eyed snake inside her.



Since her first time, with Mike, she had seen quite a number of naked cocks. Nude beaches and sun bathing areas, and a couple of frat parties she had been invited to, plus the male models in the life drawing class she had managed to get into last year, had provided ample opportunity. Her brother didn’t have the largest dick she had ever seen, but he was one of the top three or four. And he was certainly the thickest she had personally experienced.



Ellie felt the tingle in her belly which signaled that she was close to the point of inevitability–that point where she wouldn’t be able to stop. She felt Mike begin to push up into her, “El, I…I…”



“Go ahead, Mikey; it’s okay. I want to feel you come inside me. Come in me, Mikey; wash my pussy walls with your cream. Come in your little sister, Mikey; give her your clam sauce. Do it Mike, I want to feel you squirt in me; c’mon, Mi..i…i…oh oh oh oh mi gawd Mike I’m coooommmmiiiinnnnn…” and she collapsed on his chest, quivering in release as she recovered from her orgasm.

When she was able to notice her surroundings, she was aware that Mike’s staff had fallen out of her quim and a warm liquid was running out of her. She raised her face to look at her sibling. “Did you…” He nodded. She dropped her gaze and rested her face on his chest. “Damn, I didn’t feel it.” She turned her face to look at him. “I wanted to feel your cum splash against my vagina walls,” she pouted. “Oh, well, I guess we’ll just have to do it again, won’t we?”



Mike laughed and pulled her to him for a kiss. “First, we have to finish this. Turn around so we can 69.” Ellie grinned and crab walked her way into the 69 position, never losing bodily contact with her brother. As she moved her leg over his face, he grabbed her hips and pulled them toward his lips. “Don’t swallow if you can help it. When we’re done, we’ll snoball our loads and leave you with a present for Mom.”



“Are you sure? Isn’t that along the lines of what you were saying?” She ran her tongue up the side of Mike’s cock, already hard again. She felt the flat of his tongue sweep around her labia. “Mmm. That feels nice,” she murmured, slurping his head into her mouth. In reply, Mike simply groaned.



“Well, isn’t it?” she demanded.



“I don’t know, El, and right now, I’m too busy with this pretty pussy to worry or think about any other,” he said, thrusting his tongue as far into her as he could, causing her to moan around his cock’s crown.



“Well, then, if you think it would be okay, you do it. I’ll come along to watch, and if she isn’t totally grossed out, maybe I’ll join in. How would that be?” she asked, pushing her creamy pussy into his mouth. She felt him nod in reply.



She ran her tongue up all four sides of his member, and took all of him into her gullet, before pulling off him, her cheeks deeply hollowed by the force of her suction. “How you doing down there?” she slurred, trying not to lose any of the juices she had cleaned from him.



“Mmm duhn,” he gurgled. Ellie laughed and crawled off him and turned to kiss him, and trade mouthfuls. After a brief tongue sparring match, which thoroughly mixed the fluids, she broke the kiss.



“Are you really going to go give that to Mom?” Mike nodded. “You’re so nasty,” she laughed. “I love you.”



Maggie was just recovering from her second round with her silver bullet when Mike knocked at her door. “Come in,” she called, straightening her covers. Mike opened the door and approached the bed. She noticed his strained smile, and wondered what was going on.



“What is it, honey?” she asked as he sat down on the bed. When he leaned in to kiss her without answering, she realized what was happening, and smiled. She met his kiss with her lips open, and met his tongue before it left his mouth. She hummed her approval and pulled him to her, lying back in the bed.



She felt Ellie pull the covers from her and crawl onto the bed. When she tried to back away from her son, he wouldn’t let her, but increased the fervency in his kiss and began to fondle her breast, pinching the nipple in his palm. Ellie situated herself between Maggie’s knees and placed a string of kisses up her thigh until she reached her quim.



Maggie managed to break the kiss and got one arm free. She reached down and pulled Ellie’s face into her crotch. “You brats!” she exclaimed, “I hope you know what you’re doing, Ellie, because I’m not letting you go until you’re done. Michael, it’s time for you to start nursing at my breast again. Get to it. Yesss, ooohhhh, sooo gooood. Yes, just like that, both of you.



“Thank you for the snoball. I gather it was from Ellie’s kitty;.” Mike nodded. “I thought I tasted something more than semen. Who do I get to thank for the idea.” When Mike raised his head to reply, Maggie pushed him back down to her nipple. “Nobody said you could talk. Point.”



Mike raised his arm and waved it about, vaguely pointing at Ellie and himself. “Both of you?” queried Maggie.



Ellie raised her face. “The snoball was Mike’s idea, but I said he should deliver it.” Maggie pushed her head down.



“Then, thank you both. This feels so good, I think I’ll just go to sleep. See you in the morning.” With a smile and a sigh, Maggie closed her eyes and relaxed into her pillow.



Ellie was alarmed. The only times she had ever received oral sex was when Mike did it for her, and she was always so highly aroused, she usually came in three or four minutes. She had already been busy in her mother’s punani for twice as long as it took her to come, and now her mother was going to go to sleep. How could she do that?



She began to increase the speed and force she was using to flick her tongue against the tiny appendage at the top of her mother’s slit. When Ellie increased her efforts, it elicited a moan from Maggie and increased pressure on the back of Ellie’s head. The older woman’s hips began to undulate, pushing into her daughter’s mouth.



Mike was immediately aware of the increased activity in his mother’s body, and increased the suction he used on her breast. He changed boobs and brought his hand into play on the one he abandoned, pinching, pulling and twisting the nipple. In a few minutes, the increased activity had the desired effect, and Maggie’s body arched as she opened her mouth in a long, silent scream. Ellie was inundated in her mother’s spend, totally surprised at the amount of fluid her mother produced in her climax.



The three of them lay there in a heap for a few minutes before Maggie moved. She pushed Mike into a sitting position and pulled herself up to sit against her headboard. When Ellie raised her face to look at Maggie, it glistened in the low light from the single lit bedside lamp. “Oops,” laughed Maggie. “Do I need some dry sheets, Sweetie?” When Ellie nodded, she asked, “Would you, please?”



Ellie worked her way off the bed and pattered her way to the linen closet in the hall. Maggie looked at her son, love in her eyes. “What was this all about? Couldn’t wait?”



“Not that, but… no, Ellie wanted me to come down and convince you to join us in making love. I thought this might be an acceptable alternative, since you had already told her no a few times.”



Maggie smiled at her oldest. “Very acceptable. Now, help me strip the bottom sheet and put the bed back together. Then you two can go back to doing what you were up to which led to this. Or get some sleep, seeing how late it is,” she added, looking at clock. “There’s not a whole lot of night left, and you don’t want to spend all day in bed, or do you?” she asked with a smile.



“Not til Wednesday,” he grinned, making her blush.



After changing Maggie’s bed, Mike and Ellie went back to his room, to sleep. They fell asleep with Mike spooning his sister, cradling a breast with one hand and supporting his head on the pillow with the other arm. When Maggie looked in on them in the morning, their positions were reversed, with Ellie spooning Mike, her visible hand in possession of his morning wood.



Ellie was awake when Maggie looked in and smiled her good morning greeting, beckoning her mother to come in. Responding to Maggie’s puzzled look, she asked, “He’s always like this in the morning. Are all men? I’d think it would hurt.”



“I don’t know about all, but, yes, most men wake up hard. You’ll hear them refer to their morning wood, or piss hard. Some of them call it their breakfast boner. Back in the days I was more active sexually than I have been recently, I used to like waking my lover up with a morning bj. And they always seemed to really appreciate it. I think the sense of urgency from their bladder makes them more sensitive somehow.”



Seeing a devilish gleam develop in her daughter’s eye, she laughed and said, “I’m going down to make coffee and start breakfast, or brunch. It’s already ten o’clock.”



“Okay, Momma. We’ll be down as soon as I get Sleepy here in functioning order.”



Maggie looked back over her shoulder as she went out the door. “How do you spell that?” eliciting a hearty laugh from the lusty brunette as she slid her mouth down the rigid staff her big brother sported.



Part XVII



After Mike took Ellie to the local Planned Parenthood as he had promised, it was a relaxing day of family togetherness. After a late breakfast of fruit, yogurt and scones, Maggie had surprised her children by announcing she was going for a dip in the pool. As they watched, she pulled off her tee shirt as she walked toward the french doors, revealing that she would be topless. By the time she reached the pool apron, she was dropping her panties in the grassy surround. Mike watched, open mouthed, as a very nude Maggie executed a perfect jack knife off the diving board.



He and Ellie quickly cleared the breakfast dishes and joined their mother outside. It was perfect May afternoon. The sun was bright and warm, tempered by a gentle on shore breeze. Knowing how uncomfortable sunburn could be, Mike, ever the attentive son and brother, offered the women his services in applying a combination sun block and moisturizer. Needless to say, they accepted.



He spent an enjoyable half hour applying the lotion to every part of their bodies, turning the application into an extended caress. From his point of view, his only flub came when he attempted to apply the lotion to his mother’s inner labia. She had gently grabbed his wrist and shook her head. “That’s for later,” she whispered as she let it go. Not for the first time that day, or the last, he had felt a surge of blood to his groin.



After he had finished lotioning them, mother and sister had joined forces to protect him from the ravages of the sun. Recognizing the terrible danger it might present, they applied all four hands to the job of protecting his manhood. Using techniques known only to the feminine half of the population, they were able to bring him to the brink of climax and hold him there for an extended period of time.



When he made the observation that he had been told such caresses were for later, his mother replied that the inner labia weren’t as exposed to the sun as his organ, and that the effects of sunburn on said organ were too horrible to contemplate, possibly putting it out of commission for a month or more. Did he really want to chance that?



However, his observation did result in a lull in the activity as his mother suggested he roll over so they could tend to his back. While he was flipping over, one of the women reached between his legs and pulled his member down so it was positioned between his thighs when he settled down on his front side.



He started to complain about the discomfort when one of the two began to lightly tickle his crown. As she concentrated on his frenulum site, he stopped resisting and gave into the sensation, creating a trail of silvery liquid nearly to his ankles.



“Oops,” laughed Maggie. “Looks like we overdid it, Ellie; sorry about that, honey. You should go in the pool and rinse off the few bits which splashed on your legs.”



He did, and after that, the tenor of their interactions was more ‘normal family’ than ‘lets see how much we can turn each other on.’ Even when reapplying the sun block, touches to the various erogenous zones were treated as everyday occurrences, not something to be excited by. Soon, it was as if the whole family had practiced naturalism their whole life.



As the afternoon waned, the topic of dinner came up. Ellie requested burgers and dogs done on charcoal, with potato salad. After a very brief consultation, they decided to pass on the baked beans and settled on cold pickled beets. They quickly perused the pantry and discovered they had everything they needed.



After putting the potatoes on to cook, Mike threw on some shorts and drove to the closest video store where he picked up DVDs of ‘the Dragon Tattoo,’ Contagion,’ and the latest release in the Midsomer Murders series. On the off chance his sister and mother were in more of a chick flick mood, he picked up the two Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan hits.



While Mike was gone, Maggie and Ellie laughed about how they had teased the young man. Maggie raised her eyebrow at the younger woman. “Are you up for a little fun, sort of like last night, and perhaps a little more?”



Ellie looked at her mother, a shocked smile on her face. “What…”



Part XVIII



They had left Mike in charge of putting the meal together while they went off to shower. During dinner they kept him busy getting up and down, to get, and to return, condiments, silverware, relishes, crudites, clean glasses, bottle openers, what-have-you. Their goal was to take a tired Mike into the den to watch TV.



They looked at his selections and chose the one film they knew he could practically recite. When he tried to excuse himself they implored him to stay; after all, it was Ellie’s last night home until next summer. With the carb rich meal, the day in the sun, the activity during dinner, and the sweet dessert wine Maggie had found, Mike was dozing by the time Jonah was dialing Dr. Marcia.



Carefully, Maggie placed cotton make-up pads over his eyes and bound them in place with a scarf. Meanwhile, Ellie was busy securing his hands at his waist so he couldn’t use them. They struck the mother lode in luck. Mike didn’t even stir until they were done. They even had time to slip a pair of mittens over his hands so he wouldn’t be able to feel anything.



Maggie shook him gently and called his name. “Mike! Mike, honey, wake up.” He awoke with a start and began to flail about when he discovered he couldn’t see or move his arms.



“What the Fuck!” he shouted, calming down when he felt his mother’s hands on his chest.



“Shhh. Easy, honey. Relax; you’re alright. Now, Ellie and I are going to lead you to my bedroom where we are going to play a little game. We are going to strip you, at least as far as we can, and position you in the middle of my bed. We’re going to be touching you, either separately or together. You will have one guess to identify one of us, either the one touching you, or which of us is doing what to you.



“If you are right, we take off the blindfold and we’ll continue doing what we were doing. However, if you are wrong, the game is over. The blindfold comes off, your hands are released and you go back to your bed, alone.



“Do you understand the rules?”



Mike laughed. “Let me be sure. If I don’t say anything, you guys will continue with the touching. If I guess and guess right, then the only change is, the blindfold comes off, but if I guess and guess wrong, everything stops.”



“I knew you were smart, Mikey,” chuckled Ellie. “This is going to be so much fun.”



“Oh, I almost forgot. You can’t climax unless you guess first,” Maggie said, the smile on her face clear in her voice.



“You gotta be shittin’ me!” cried Mike.



“If you do, you’ll be taken to your bed and left there, blindfolded, and bound until morning.”



“How in hell am I…”



“You’re a smart bear. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. We’ll do our best to keep you from having an orgasm, but, as I’m sure you are aware, sometimes, shit happens.” Mike just groaned and let them lead him to Maggie’s bedroom.



As they removed his shorts and jockeys, Mike became aware that his sister and mother were close enough in size that he couldn’t tell them apart. And the way each caressed his body as they did so did not offer any clue. Their hands on his tool felt the same. He thought about what they might do and hoped he would be able to differentiate them by technique if they performed oral sex on him.



When Mike was pushed down on the bed he remembered watching the deliverymen assemble his parent’s bedstead. Inside the frame they had secured a platform, on which they had placed a high quality extra firm king sized mattress, one of those where each individual coil spring was individually wrapped and attached, and topped it with a six inch thick memory foam pad. An elephant could sit down on the side of the bed and he wouldn’t be aware of it.



His only hope of ‘winning’ this game, if there was such a thing, was that the women wanted to stretch it out as long as they could.



Part XIX



It began simply enough, very much like his caresses to his mother the day before: lightly stroking his chest and abs in ever widening and interlocking circles. “You’re making this is too easy,” he said, grinning. “That’s both of you.”



“Are you sure?” Maggie asked, her voice seemingly right above his face. “Do you want to make that a guess?” she went on. Suddenly he was aware of something, someone tickling the bottom of his feet as they pulled his legs apart while the circles grew larger.



“Uhh, no,” he muttered, trying to pull his feet from the person tickling them.



“Shhh, relax and just let it happen. This is all meant to give you pleasure. To help you appreciate it, there will occasionally be some discomfort, but it won’t last long. Just like when you cook. Almost any spice by itself either tastes awful, or might burn the tongue, but mixed in with other ingredients, mmm, delicious.”



“Uhh huh, I understand, I think. I…I’ll try to relax.”



“Good boy. Have you figured out who’s doing what to your body yet?” the laugh was clear in her voice, clearly a challenge.



He was about to answer when he felt his legs being pulled apart. Something, it felt like a feather, was tickling at his ankle. As soon as he became aware of it, the sensation began moving up his leg, accompanied by what could only be hair. Long hair, it had to be Ellie; then the same sensation began on the other ankle, so that he was feeling the hair and the feathery touches on both legs at the same time. “Oh, shit!” he thought. “The feathers, it’s gotta be tongues. Omigod, are they…”



When the sensation reached his knees, he felt his legs being pulled outwards again. Just before it became uncomfortable, they pressed on his knees, bending his legs so that he looked like a frog waiting for dissection. The women began substituting kisses and nips for the light tonguing they had been doing. That, and the thought that he might soon be getting a blow job from his mother brought Mike to the edge. Instinctively, his hips began a rhythmic thrusting.



Maggie reached over and tapped her daughter on the shoulder and waved her away from Mike, nodding toward his groin. Ellie saw the thrusting, and saw the deep color of Mike’s crown, eliciting a devilish grin. She pursed her lips and leaned in, as if to blow out a candle. With a laugh, Maggie grabbed Mikes staff at the bottom, pinching it firmly.



“This doesn’t count, Mike. When it’s necessary, I will do this from time to time, to keep you in the game. Just relax, now, and catch your breath. We’re about to start again. Do you need a drink of water, or anything else?”



“N…No, I’m fine, I guess. H..how far are you planning to go?”



“Unh uh. No clues. Besides, that depends on you and how long you can hold out.” She released his dick and he felt them crawling over him, back and forth, a half dozen times, until he had no idea where anyone, including himself, was located.



The first thing he felt was, he was sure, a set of fingers spider walking up his right thigh, to be immediately copied on his left. Then there was a tongue lapping at his ball sac, and someone trying to inhale one of his nuts. He couldn’t restrain his body and it pushed his hips up, accompanied by a deep moan.



Someone, it sounded like Ellie, tittered, but he couldn’t be sure. He had decided not to guess until he absolutely had to come, wanting to see how far Maggie and Ellie were willing to go. Ellie, he was sure, wouldn’t balk at fucking him in front of Maggie, but what would Maggie do?



She was fine with her children screwing each other down the hall from her bedroom. Would she tolerate it in the same room, with her watching? She had told them both she planned to fuck her son two days and three hundred miles from here. Could she/would she take the game that far that she actually slid her pussy over his knob and down his rod?

Mike resolved to find out.



Part XX



The spider walking fingers were approaching the juncture of his thighs. The mouth abandoned its task and began to slowly nibble its way up his shaft to the now purple plum which functioned as his glans. There it was joined by the other pair of lips tasked with pleasuring him.



Together the two sets of lips and tongues worked over his glans until it was obvious that he was about ready to blast a hole in the ceiling. Maggie reached out and pinched the base of his cock again, provoking another deep, almost guttural, moan.



“Easy, sport. Or are you ready to try a guess?” Maggie asked and kissed him on his open lips. He heard a smack, and felt his mother jerk away, laughing.



“No fair,” Ellie stated, “unless I get a free kiss, too.”



“Okay,” Maggie said, her amusement plain. “Go ahead, but be gentle. We don’t want him to come, yet.”



“Well,” his sister answered, “we just wouldn’t count it. Think how much longer he might last.”



To Mike it sounded like they were right by his head, but he could feel their hands on his cock. When he heard Ellie’s comment on making him last longer, he emitted an involuntary groan. Her lips came down and pressed on his, her tongue barely grazing his lips. “Don’t worry, Mikey; we’ll be gentle.”



He heard them walking around the bed, and felt them climbing over him. Then all four hands were sliding down his cock. They slid over his glans, smearing the pre-cum there around the plum shape and spreading it down his shaft and lubricating their hands at the same time. He could tell they were taking turns and alternating their hands but there was no way to tell them apart, and they were working silently. Had he been able to see, the mother-daughter pair were engaged in a fierce lip lock while they jointly jacked off their son/brother.



In a few minutes they could feel he was at the danger point again. “Are you ready to guess, Mike, or should I pinch it off again?”



“P…p… pinch it, please,” he was able to gasp out. He felt, he was sure, his mother pinch his cock at the base, just above his sack, then one of them licked his crown and gently blew on it. “N..no fair, Ellie. It’s a time out.”



Both of the women laughed. “What makes you think that was me?” asked his sister.



“Experience,” he laughed.



“Hmmph,” was her only reply. A few seconds later, Maggie released her grip and he sensed the women moving again.



Part XXI



He was slightly startled when he felt the memory foam next to his head react, and then a knee brushed his cheek. He caught the scent of arousal and felt the moist heat of an aroused vagina settle on his face. As the woman shimmied around to find her best position, he felt a warm mouth envelop his glans and slide down his shaft.



The pussy covering his face started humping it, obviously asking for stimulation. When he was slow to respond, the mouth on his dick pulled off with a loud ‘pop’. As soon as his mouth opened and his tongue made its presence known, he felt the damp heat on his cock again.



Whoever was delivering the blow job was good. It was stimulating, but not so much that he was ready to blast her tonsils. When he felt ready for stronger stimulation, he began to pay more attention to the clit dangling above his mouth. He started pulling at it with his lips, and flicking it with his tongue. He was surprised when there was no comparable increase in activity on his rod.



When the obvious answer occurred to him, for the first time since the ‘game’ began, he felt he had some control over how it would end.



The woman riding his face soon began to show signs of losing control. Her hip motion wasn’t as regular or steady as it had been in the beginning, and she was beginning to bounce more than glide as she moved. Just as he was sure she was going to climax, she pulled herself away with a low moan and fell off him onto the bed. The moan confirmed for him his suspicions about who was where.



Maggie asked him if he was ready to hazard a guess. Rather than chancing his voice revealing his confidence, he simply shook his head.



Without a word, the women traded places, only this time the woman on his face knelt before him with her feet on his shoulders, pulling his face into her quim by cradling his head in her hands. As she nudged his mouth with her gash, the other woman began licking his balls and sliding her tongue up his shaft. As soon as his tongue joined the play, he felt her mouth gulp down his joystick.



He knew, or thought he knew what was next, and furiously worked to get the punani on his face to the point of climaxing so the women would take a short break and give him some recovery time. As if she was reading his mind, the talented tongue working on his manhood was, as much as she could, treating him to the same treatment he had given her a few minutes earlier.



He was afraid he was about to come, and tried thinking of something to turn off the arousal or distract him when he felt a pinching at the bottom of his shaft. “Ellie, God bless you!” he thought as he thrust his tongue into what he thought must be his mother’s pussy, shoving her to, if not over, the climax precipice.



Her low moan as she fell off him made Mike wonder if he had it right. The two were so alike, it was uncanny. Would his mother stop him from coming in the middle of the game? He knew she wasn’t above bending a few rules when it came to business. Their’s wasn’t truly a woman owned business.



And, he had seen her flirt outrageously with some of the men who came to the office to do business to get a better price or more advantageous terms. “Oh, shit!” he thought; “am I wrong?”



He could feel the woman lying beside him move away by the loss of heat from her body. Again, he heard them moving around and felt them crawling over him so he had no idea who was where. He felt a mouth envelop his cock once more, only to quickly abandon it. Then, delight of delights, he felt the foam depress by his hips and a leg was dragged over his thighs, and a pussy slid up and down his cock, pressing it into his stomach.



The pressure relented, and a hand was guiding it, positioning it. He felt his tip slip and lodge in a small opening. Some pressure downward on his cock and the opening gave way, opening as he was slowly engulfed in that warm wetness that is the gateway to paradise.



The pressure was even and constant. She slid all the way to the bottom, making not a sound. Had he been able to see her, the woman’s eyes were screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent scream as she accommodated the long thickness.



As her vagina stretched to fit the lingam, the woman began to cautiously move up and down on the rigidity invading her yoni. Slowly the pleasure overtook and eradicated the pain, and she began to move faster and faster, monitoring the progress of the young man under her. Although she, herself, was on the brink of climax, when she felt his hips begin to thrust more violently, and his breathing become more irregular, she pulled off and away from him.



She was immediately replaced by her confederate, who picked up her rhythm almost in midstroke. Together they started cheering their captive lover to come inside the cunt now riding his cock.



“C’mon, Mikey, it’s time for this game to end; give us your cum, spray it all over us; come in my pussy; no mine, it belongs to me; come on, Mike; you can do it; come for momma; come in your sister’s cunt, Mikey; you know you want to; do it; Mike; blast our pussies with your cum…”



With a super human effort, he gasped out, “The one fucking…” when the blindfold was suddenly torn away just a second after whoever was on his cock pulled away from him. “Wha…” he cried.



“Unh uh, honey. You don’t have to guess. You get to finish Ellie, and then you have to get some sleep. Tomorrow is a busy day,” Maggie said with a kiss, as Ellie busied herself untying his hands.



“Oh, fuck!” he complained. “It was Ellie at the end, though, wasn’t it. Wasn’t it?” Maggie simply smiled.



“You can ask me next week, if you remember.”



He and Ellie had three quick orgasms before Mike even started to go flaccid. As much as he pushed her, she wouldn’t tell him anything about which of the two women had done what, and when he told her about one of them cheating during the oral sex , her reaction, “Why, that cheater!” revealed nothing, since her eyes were full of laughter.



Finally, grumbling, he rolled over to try and sleep, not helped by Ellie spooning him and pressing her breasts against his back.



Part XXII



The young sibling lovers were awakened by the aroma of coffee. Mike was just beginning to stretch and waken when he felt Ellie smack him on the butt. “C’mon, big brother, time to shower and dress. We have a lot to get done and not much time.”



He turned over to look at his sister, and found her in her underwear, in front of his dresser mirror, brushing her hair. “Damn, what time is it, anyway?”



“Just past eight. Mom and I are going to the mall to do some last minute shopping for me. You are going to have to go grocery shopping for the cabin on your own. Think you can handle that, chef Mike?”



“Yeah, I guess,” he laughed. Looking at his sister, he suddenly realized she was going to be gone until next summer, no longer just down the road, even if the road was eighteen hundred miles long, generating a surge of love and affection. “Hey, El. Thanks.”



Ellie was pulling one of his old concert tees over her head. As it settled on her shoulders, she shook her head, freeing her hair. She looked at him in the mirror, and was struck by the look of love she saw on his face. Smiling back at him, she answered, “I love you, too, Mike. Thanks for what.”



“For last night. It was fantastic. For Mom; I really didn’t expect…you know, at least not so soon. And just for being you. I’m going to miss you. It’s kind of strange. Even though I never got down to see you, and we didn’t talk much, there was always the sense that if I ever needed to, you were right there. Now with you off to Europe, it’s like you’re going to another world.”



She came to the bed and sat on the edge, facing him. “I know what you mean. When we were presented the opportunity to apply, that was one of the FAQ’s they addressed. They pointed out that for those of us with families here in the Northeast, with today’s travel opportunities, we’re probably closer, time wise, in Europe, than we were in P’town. During the first term, I’m an eight hour flight and a half to three quarter hour drive away, and in the second term, about an additional hour depending on the airline, while if you were to drive down to P’town, it’s a two day trip.



“As for the other,” she went on, standing up, “all I did was fan the flame you started. And I should be thanking you. This weekend has reminded me that above everything else, sex is best when it’s about love, and absent that, it should at least be fun. Otherwise, why do it?”



Mike got out of bed, his morning wood pointing out his path like a bowsprit. “Because you’re horny?”



Ellie looked at him, with a look of pity on her face, shaking her head. “Mike, the one sure thing you taught me about sex was that if that was the only reason for doing it, you’d be better off masturbating. Less danger, fewer complications and more convenient. Remember?”



She glanced down at his ‘bowsprit’. “You’d better go take care of that. I’d help, but Momma’s waiting, and I’m afraid once we started, we’d be busy all day. I’m gonna miss you, too. Now, git! I’ll see you downstairs.”



By the time he had finished his shower and dressed, the women had gone. There was a note from Maggie along with a shopping list and a credit card in his father’s name. The note told him to meet them at Friendly’s, at the north end of the mall, outside Macy’s, at one, and to bring Ellie’s suitcase with him. The list was comprised of staples, things that wouldn’t need refrigeration. He deduced they would shop for those either in the morning, or at one of the markets in Whitehall, the closest town with a decently sized market near the cabin.



Part XXIII



Maggie and Ellie were already seated when he got to the restaurant. As he approached their table, he could see the storm clouds in Maggie’s face and wondered what the problem was. Ellie was on her cell phone.



“I understand, Dad. It’s no big deal. Maybe you can come over and see me sometime this Fall; the town the school’s in is only a half hour drive from Heathrow airport, and the University has already arranged for housing there… Yeah, that’s right, and they say it’s all express traffic… You take care, too…Xmas? I don’t know; Mom said she was coming over then. She’s already booked her flight…Thanksgiving would be possible. It’s not a holiday over there, but I’m sure I could get some time off. Okay, Dad; I’ll see you then. Love you, too. Bye.”



Mike sat down next to his mother, across from Ellie. As he listened to Ellie’s side of the conversation, he knew what had happened. Harry had cancelled his date for coffee with his daughter, on the last day before she flew off to Europe for a year. He reached over and took Maggie’s hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing her to turn and look at him.



He leaned toward her and whispered, reminding her, “You’re done with him by the end of summer, remember?”



She smiled at him, briefly, then frowned. In a rancorous tone, she observed, “True, but Ellie’s not. I won’t feel settled until he’s committed himself to supporting her through school.”



“We’ll get it done, Mom; I promise.”



After lunch and some more shopping, Maggie drove to Mike’s parking space to pick up Ellie’s bag, then they all went to the airport in her Volvo. By the time they got there, they had a half hour wait before she had to check in for her hop to LaGuardia where she would catch her flight to Florida. After a lengthy tearful goodbye, and promises to write and visit, Ellie was off.



Part XXIV



In the parking garage, Maggie gave Mike her car keys. When he raised his eyebrows, questioning her, she laughed. “It’s not that new anymore, and I’m not going to ride in that torture chamber you call a car for five hours, so you need to get used to this. Besides, I need to relax. Your father…unngh! That man can piss me off just by not being here!”



She got in the car and fastened her seat belt. “So, besides getting me naked and screwing me for the next three weeks,” she said, looking out the windshield, “what are your plans this summer?” Surprised by the irritation in her voice, Mike looked at his mother and realized her ire at Harry was splashing over on to him. He decided to ignore it for the nonce.



“I sort of have a job lined up until I start with Someplace Else.”



“Sort of have a job lined up? What kind of plan is that?”



“It’s a research project I’m doing for Dad. When we discussed it, I estimated it might take that long, but the basic research has been done. Now it is just a question of implementing the steps to bring it to fruition and finish the paper work. I uncovered a tiny snag, but it shouldn’t hold things up very long, if at all.”



“And what is this research…”



“Sorry, Mom, it will have to remain confidential until Dad gets the final paperwork.” At the moment, Mike was busy avoiding a speeding car trying to cut in ahead of him to access the upcoming exit, or he might have seen the look Maggie gave him, which clearly said, “What in hell are these two men cooking up now?”



Instead of verbalizing her thought, however, she asked, “How is the food at Waverly’s these days? It always used to be decent, even if it was plain, every day fare. Why don’t we stop there and let traffic die down a bit, and then we won’t have to cook when we get home.”



“Sounds good to me. Shouldn’t be more than ten or fifteen minutes away.”



Even though it was nearly dinnertime by the time they got to the restaurant, it was still nearly empty when they walked in. Evie was acting as hostess, and greeted them warmly.



“Hey, Mike! Twice in the same week? It must be my lucky week. How are you, and is Ellie okay? She seemed to be in bad shape the other day when you were in.” She grabbed a pair of menus and turned to lead them to a booth.



“She’s fine; just some sophomore hijinks she thought might make the folks cancel her Euro trip. You remember my mother, don’t you?”



“Of course. Hello, Mrs Nelson. How are you? It’s been, what, two, three years?” she asked, clearing away the extra place settings.



“Lord, has it been that long? I heard about your divorce; I’m so sorry.”



“Divorce?” interjected Mike. “I didn’t even know you got married.”



“Don’t beat yourself up; it didn’t last that long.” She looked at Maggie. “How…”



“Your mother and I are on a couple of committees together. When it happened, she needed someone to talk to.”



Evie nodded. “That’s Mom. Other than letting me rant about that cheating ass wipe, she hasn’t said a word to me.”



“What happened?” Mike asked.



“Let me get your drinks, then I’ll give you the tabloid version.”



“I’ll have an ale; Mom?”



“Chardonnay and soda.”



Part XXV



Evie was back in a few minutes and slid into the booth next to Maggie. “Marco started working here about the time we broke up, Mike. You’re a nice guy, but I knew we would never be more than a fling, so I wasn’t hurting too much, but Marco started coming on to me like I had just lost the love of my life and needed to be saved.



“In a way it was cute, and flattering, and romantic, and all that, you know. I enjoyed the attention, and after a while I began to think… so anyway, we started sleeping together, and after a few months he pledged his undying love; honest to god, that’s just the way he put it.



“When he proposed, I didn’t know what to think. I was twenty-two years old, and here was this thirty-five year old chef swearing to love me for the rest of his life. There weren’t any fireworks going off in my head or heart, but neither were there any alarm bells or sirens. So I said yes.



“Dad was a little smarter, and demanded a pre-nup. It was pretty standard, exempting my share of the restaurant, present and future, from any divorce proceedings, and contained a morals clause. Any infidelity, on either side, and the offending party was barred from contesting a divorce and gave up their claim to any community property.



“We got married that Spring, and things were fine for about six months. One night, in early October, we’d had an average night and the dining room was starting to clear. A party of six came in and I took their order. It was pretty much burgers and beer all around. When the sandwiches were slow in coming out, I went back to the kitchen to see what the holdup was.



“Marco had made an arrangement with a local vocational high school to be a work experience site. The student was working that night, serving up salads and sides. When I got to the kitchen, the assistant cook and dish washer wouldn’t look at me, and Marco and the student weren’t in sight. When I asked where Marco was, the cook just looked toward the supply room.



“When I opened the door, Marco and the student were on the floor, joined at the hip, so to speak. I closed and locked the door, went out and apologized to the party and told them there had been a mishap in the kitchen and we had to close. Then I called Dad and had him call his lawyer.



“As it turned out, it was the student’s eighteenth birthday and he had decided to challenge Marco’s flirting comments, which he had been making since the student had started working there.”



“He?” blurted out Mike. “You caught him with a teenage boy? Oh, shit! Evie, I.. I…I don’t know what to say.”



“That’s okay, Mike; it’s over and done. Marco’s gone, and I’m free and over twenty-one, with my fortune intact. And you still owe me a night in the kitchen, and after. I’m not going to forget.”

“The kitchen I can guarantee, the first of July; I might have to hold off on the after for a bit, but I won’t know, for sure, until then.”



Maggie kept her head buried in the menu, biting back a smile. Before Evie could respond, she asked, “So, Evelyn, what would you recommend this evening?”



“Hmmh? Oh, the wiener schnitzel. It’s served with a spicy, but not hot spices, tomato gravy and home made German spaetzle.”



“Sounds good, with a tossed salad. Do you still have your house dressing? It was like a spicy french with blue cheese crumbles.” Evie nodded and looked at Mike, who echoed his mother’s order. As the young woman walked away, Maggie smiled and said, “Now there’s a younger woman I should think you’d be interested in.”



“Not to be crude, Mom, but I’ve been there; done that and it was fun, but there wasn’t any spark. We were into each other pretty heavily for one summer and into the fall.



“She even came up to school for the fall festival, but when she wasn’t there, she really wasn’t there, if you know what I mean. That summer, we had been like rabbits, but when I went back to school, I missed the regular sex, but not her, and I know how awful that sounds, but from what she said, it was the same for her.”



“Even so, friends with benefits with her would be more appropriate than…” She cut short her comment as Evie brought their salads and sat them down in front of them. When she walked away, Maggie continued, “Surely you see that.”



“Did you enjoy last night?”



“What? What does that have to do with…”



“Did you? Simple question. Did you have fun last night? Would it have been as enjoyable with anyone else? “



Maggie blushed and hid her face, examining her salad. “But, Mike, surely you can see… you’re still young and have a whole lifetime ahead of you. You shouldn’t be wasting it pursuing someone…”



“I love?” He picked up his drink and took a long sip. Maggie glanced up at him, a shy, loving smile on her face.



“You’re impossible to talk to about this,” she complained, smiling.



“Depends whether I’m talking to Meg or Maggie.”



With a heavy sigh, Maggie nodded her head. “As long as there are folks around who know us… You know, if it continues after we get back, you are going to have date other women, and I am going to have to start seeing other men; possibly sleeping with some of them.”



Mike closed his eyes, nodded and sighed. He realized he was going to have to tell her about his ‘research’ project for his father.



Part XXVI







Dinner conversation changed to preparation for the trip. He had crated the groceries he had purchased that morning, and Maggie had been busy right along, packaging perishables they could take along and use. They could all be put into a cooler for the trip. That just left clothes, bedding and entertainment types of gear–CDs, DVDs, books, games, etc.



On the way to the mall to retrieve his car, there was a weighty silence, as if each was waiting for the other to say something. It wasn’t until Mike pulled up to his car that the silence was broken when they both began to speak.



“Mom,” Mike started.



“Mike,” Maggie said. The coincidence, after the long silence, made them both laugh. Without considering where they were, Mike reached out and gently wrapped his hand around the back of Maggie’s head to pull her face to his for a kiss. Lips parted, tongues met and played.



When Maggie finally pulled away, he said, “I’ll see you at home, Meg.” She nodded, with a smile she couldn’t stop or hide.



She waited until he was in his car and had pulled out before she started, to follow him to Belle vista Drive. He pulled his SUV into the garage, while she left hers in the drive. In the house, they met in the kitchen and embraced.



Maggie pulled back and placed her hands on his shoulders. “As much as I’d love to make love with you right now…”



“I know, Mom. There is still a craphouse full of work to get done, and we need to get up early. Can we at least share the bed?”



“We’ll see.” She slid her hands up behind his head and pulled him to her for a gentle, loving kiss. “It’s not fair,” she said, breaking the kiss. “If you weren’t my son, I would marry you the instant my divorce became final. We aren’t supposed to fall in love with our children, not the kind of love I feel for you.”



“Tell me about it. I’ve been fighting it since I knew what love and sex was all about.” He bent forward and kissed her lightly, again. “I’d better get busy. That table is looking mighty inviting.



“I’m gonna go up and pack my bag. For now, when you get something ready to go into the car, just pile it in the front hall. When we have everything, and see what we’re dealing with, it’ll be easier to pack.”



By midnight, they had the car packed. Mike pulled the Volvo into the garage and came back into the house through the kitchen. As he came into the living room, he found Maggie looking at a pair of black and white photos that had hung there as long as he could remember, tears making their way down her cheeks. One of the photos was a mountain valley, full of summer flowers, snow capped peaks in the background against a clear sky with puffy clouds floating above the peaks.



The other showed basketball player in flight toward a dunk, his arm cocked above his head; his palm barely in contact with the ball; his legs spread wide like a hurdler’s; a ring of light, like a halo, around his head where sweat had apparently caught the flash from the camera. Looking at it, you could almost hear the roar of the crowd, blurred in the background.



He walked up behind Maggie. “Those are great photographs. So different, and yet, by the same person. I always found that amazing.”



“Yes. He was an amazing photographer. You would have liked him.”



“You knew him?” She nodded. “Do you know where he is now?”



“He was killed in Iran, covering the aftermath of the Gulf War. He was riding with some British troops when they were ambushed. I’ll tell you about him tomorrow, on the road.” She turned and caressed his cheek before lightly kissing him on the lips. “Good night, sweetie. I’ll call you in the morning, about 7: 30.”



Part XXVII



Sunlight streaming in his window woke Mike about seven. A strange pressure against his back made him reach back to push away the covers he thought must have bunched up there. When his hand found another person, he flipped over to find his mother smiling at him.



“I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t get to sleep. I thought if there was another body in bed with me, it would help; I was right.”



He leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “You should have woken me.”



Maggie grinned and shook her head. “I wanted to get some sleep. Waking you would have been the wrong thing to do, but I will share the shower with you. You have to behave, though. I’d like to get an early start.”



“Spoilsport,” he answered with a grin. “I’ve waited eight years, I guess I can wait another eight hours.” Since his bed was against the wall, he crawled over his mother to get out of bed, dragging his morning wood across her naked abdomen.



“Tease,” she laughed. “Are you going to be able to control that in the shower?” With a rueful pout, he shook his head. “Poor baby,” she chuckled. “I’ll hurry, then. Why don’t you go put on coffee. Make enough to fill the thermos, so we can have some on the way.”



He nodded, saying, “I’d rather join…”



“I know, sweetie, and I promise you, once we get to the cabin, you can fuck me anytime, as often as you want, where ever, and however you want, as long as there’s no one around who knows how we’re related. In this state, and in NY, it is still illegal, and could mean prison for both of us, not to mention the scandal.”



“I know,” he said nodding, with a grin, “but it would be worth it.” Before she could respond he turned and was out the door. Maggie watched him leave with a smile on her face, showing she understood the message behind his words.



They were on the road by ten, headed for the interstate which would take them north, beyond Saratoga, to the village of Whitehall. It was three hours to the village, and then another half hour over back roads and lanes to get to their property. In the village they would stop and shop, and alert the local police they were at the cabin. They would also stop to alert the caretaker they had contracted with to keep an eye on the property that they would be there, and give him the schedule of tenants for the upcoming season. Barring major delays, they expected to be at the cabin around three.



Considering it was a midweek mid-morning, the traffic had been moderately heavy, but not enough to delay them greatly. After stopping to pick up some bagels and cream cheese, they were soon on I-91, headed for Springfield to pick up I-90. Mike kicked in the cruise control and concentrated on not hitting anyone.



“You were going to tell me about that photographer,” he said to his mother.



“I was hoping you’d forget. It was a time in my life I’m not terribly proud of; not really ashamed, given the circumstances, but not proud.”



“So, who was he, and how did you meet him?”



“His name was Rex Lyons, and he was your father; your’s and Ellie’s.” She was quiet for several seconds, letting the information sink in while she put her memories of Rex in order.



“It was just before my seventeenth birthday. I had been modeling for about a year and got an assignment for a shoot down on the coastal islands in whichever one of the Carolinas it was. Rex was just starting a work experience sequence through his college and was working with RoscoV, a fairly talented fashion photographer of the time. I was one of six models, three young men, probably your age, and two other girls, around twenty. I was the youngest, but not the least experienced, so I should have known better.



The weather that day was, for a fashion shoot, horrible. The light was either feast or famine. They’d spend a half hour getting the shot set up, and then the sun would disappear for that long, so we sat around waiting a lot. One of the guys had a thermos of punch, with a punch, he broke out and shared. Even though I had been working for over a year, I had never had anything to drink stronger than coffee, and it didn’t take much to get me silly.



After the second or third cup, the guy who brought the punch suggested we go for a walk. To be blunt, we screwed, and before we were done, one of the other two guys showed up. He waited for, I don’t recall his name, none of them except Rex, to finish before getting ready for his turn. If he hadn’t, he probably would have gotten a blowjob, but Rex showed up before the guy fucking me came and told them I was only sixteen and if I wanted to complain, they could end up in jail for raping a minor.



That was more scare tactics than anything else. When Ros found out, he didn’t care we were fucking, but he blew his top when he learned they were drinking. Anyway, that night after dinner, I went to Rex’s room to thank him for what he had done and wound up spending the night.



That was a week before I met Harry. When you were born, I knew right away Rex was your father. You have his eyes, and dimpled chin. When I told Harry I was pregnant, it was a desperation move. I didn’t really know who the father was, but figured, if anyone could support me, it was him.



When you were about nine months old, Harry started talking about a second child and we stopped using birth control of any kind. We had more sex in the next six months than in all the rest of our relationship put together I think; it was like every other day, and twice on weekends.



Then, totally out of the blue, I got a call. Rex was in charge of a shoot up in Boston, a mothers and babies theme. I could take you with me. Drive up Tuesday, do the shoot Wednesday, home on Thursday, with a nice paycheck for Christmas.



I had barely spread out your changing mat when there was a knock on the door. Rex had asked the desk to notify him when I checked in, and had arranged for us to be right across the hall from his room. As soon as he saw you, he knew who you were. We had dinner together in the hotel, and he spent the night with me. That was the night Ellie was conceived.



Turns out, Rex was bisexual and had spent the night before with a Brazilian sailor and picked up some kind of parasite. A single celled thing with an encyclopedia for a name. The result was that it wound up forming half dollar sized cysts all over the outer surface of my uterus.



It didn’t have any effect on the baby, but I was sicker than a dog for the entire pregnancy, and much of the next year. It did enough damage that I can’t get pregnant. Rex heard I was pregnant again and came to see me one day when Harry was out of town. When he saw how sick I was and heard about the cysts which were forming, he told me about his liaison with the sailor. The next I heard about him was that he was doing news photography in the Gulf.”







“And you never saw him again?”



“No, he was killed shortly after Ellie was born.” Maggie was quiet for a moment. “That’s enough about my past sins. Time for your true confessions,” she said, looking at him with a sly smile.



“I got nothing to confess. Up to now, the wildest thing I’ve done is the other night. Everything else has been drunken frat parties or backseat bangs. Evie was the only thing even approaching serious.”



“Only thing? Is that how you think of her? I’m ashamed of you, Mike. Then tell me, who was your first lover and how did it happen?”



“My first time? Oh, wow! I’m not sure…mmm, do you remember Mrs Olivero?”



“Marguerita, my secretary? She was your first time? I don’t believe it. She is always so religious…how did you…?”



“It was at the beginning of my senior year in high school. I needed to get some information I had stored on your computer and went in on a Saturday morning. She was there, and madder than hell. I mean, she was so mad I heard her using the f-word under her breath several times.”



“Rita? Puerto Rican woman, mid forties, about five four, kind of plump, big busted, wears her hair in a braid wrapped around her head. That Rita?”



“That’s her. She found out her husband had been sleeping with their neighbor while Rita was at work, and got her pregnant.



“As I was saying, she was there when I got to your office, and she was walking around, shoving furniture around and slamming doors. I asked if something was wrong and got a five minute harangue in Spanish. I caught just enough of it, between the street Spanish I picked up from my friends and my high school Spanish, to understand what she was talking about, and got her calmed down enough speak to me in English.



“I told her what she should do is to find herself a boyfriend and tell her husband if he wants to screw around, so will she. She laughed and asked where would she, an old, fat Puerto Rican woman, find a boy friend. I said she wasn’t that old or fat, and there would be lots of guys who would like to be with her. I don’t know if she was joking, or serious or what, but when she said to name one, I told her I would.



“She got a funny look, like she didn’t believe me, then patted my cheek and turned to walk away. I caught her from behind, accidentally grabbing her boobs, and held her tight, telling her again what she needed to do was to find a boy friend who would satisfy her needs.



When I said that, she turned around with an expression I can only describe as lust, and she began chattering away in Spanish again, something about adolescentes cachondos (horny teenagers). I kissed her, and in a few seconds she was kissing back. We did it three times that afternoon, and she taught me a whole lot about foreplay and oral sex.”



“So, Rita Olivero, my secretary…Fall of your senior year, that’s five years… omigod,” Maggie laughed. “I think you might be a daddy. She had to take a medical leave the Spring you graduated because she was pregnant and due in late May, early June.”



Mike coughed and looked at his mother, relaxing when he saw her smile. “Since we’re discussing firsts, when was yours, and how did it happen?”



“That’s enough talk about sex for now. Tell me about this job you’re doing for your father.”



With a half smile, he glanced at her and said, “I was hoping you’d forget.” He concentrated on driving for several minutes, before deciding to tell her everything.



“Thursday, when I got home, I walked in on Dad and his new redhead going at it on the living room floor. He tried to explain it away by saying your sex life was pretty much non-existent.



“Knowing you, and knowing Dad, I was pretty sure it was more his fault than yours, and offered to keep you from discovering what he was doing with her, and to broker a divorce with a fair settlement, pretty much what I offered to do with or for you that night.”



“Except that when you talked to me, you already knew he’d accepted the idea.”



“He’d already told me he wanted a divorce. Persuading you was supposed to be the challenge. He thought you were afraid to be alone and that’s why you were resisting discussing the issue. I hinted that I would be taking you out and introducing you to a more adventurous social life.



“I also got him to sign an agreement that, starting yesterday, he can’t use any of your actions this summer as reason for the divorce. He also agreed to pay me a hundred bucks a day until I start work, and to pay all our expenses until then.”



Maggie laughed, “Oh, shit, Mike! I’m sorry, but his signature on a piece of paper doesn’t mean crap to Harry, if ignoring it will gain him an advantage.”



“This one will. If he uses any of our actions this summer as evidence, or as a reason for the divorce, you get the agreement, in a sealed envelope, which says he knew of my plans and approved them, and that, in using our actions, he gives up any claim to the family’s joint assets and agrees to pay all your expenses for the divorce.



“He gives up the stock and the real property–house, apartment and cabin. All he’s left with is his stock and salary, out of which he has to pay your expenses, legal, living, investigative, whatever, for the divorce. The only issue it doesn’t cover is the company shares.”



Maggie twisted in her seat and looked at her son. “What did you do with my son, and where did he go? Shit, Mike!” She wrapped her arms aroundd her chest and shuddered. “Sometimes, you’re so much like Harry, it’s scarey.”



“Except for the scarey part, that’s what he said when I told him what would happen if he tried to cite your actions this summer. Accused me of being a chip off the old block. I almost had second thoughts about it.” He looked at her. “Almost. Instead, I told him he had to bail on this trip. He probably would have anyway, but I needed to be sure I’d have you to myself for the three weeks.”



Maggie shook her head, a wry smile on her face. “So that evening and the next day, they were just an elaborate ploy to get me alone, and naked, for three weeks. What would you have done if I decided to stay home, or if Ellie had decided to come with us?”



“Well, you know, Ellie coming along wouldn’t have been a problem. It would have been the other night, all month long. If you had decided to stay home, I don’t know. Hadn’t thought that far ahead. Are you mad, or disappointed?”



“I suppose I should be, but not at you. At Harry, for being so sneaky. As for you, I think I’m flattered that you’d go to all this trouble for me. I know it’s all extremely taboo, but that just adds to the spice of it. And it is nice to know someone cares about me that much.



“How much further is it?”



” We just passed Saratoga; probably an hour. Why?”



“You asked about my first time. Given what you just told me, I guess I can tell you about it, so there aren’t any secrets. It was a lot like Ellie’s.”

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