Olivia, The Hottest Mom
Chapter 16
Returning from the South Carolina resort with Cody, Liv resumes sharing him with Carla. Cody sees signs both women he loves are near a decision on who gets to keep him, but doesn't know what it is. A month later, Liv summons Cody to her office, and explains she has reserved a private bungalow at a clothing-optional, all adult resort, then she and Cody break the office rules and make love quietly in her office during lunch. Arriving at the resort, he discovers not Liv, but Carla, waiting for him. A poignant note from Liv explains her decision to surrender him to Carla for good. Carla and Cody get engaged, and Yv entices them into a threesome.
Our wedding ceremony was the following year, in a chapel on the waters of Lake Michigan, and my parents flew out for the ceremony and celebration, my two younger brothers in tow. Carla made a lovely, sexy June bride, in a stunning dress that defied tradition by being pearly white, almost iridescent and certainly radiant. Her father Maximilian, and Ilse, were among the invited; they arrived fashionably, almost rudely, late to the reception. Ilse looked irritated not to be the center of attention, and barely hid her contempt for her husband's old family, and by extension me. She was petulant and arrogant, and I wondered, not for the first time, what Maximilian had seen in Ilse that he'd never seen in Liv.
Jack was there, too, with Yv, who danced with both of us. I'm still not too good at dancing, but Yv and my bride both complimented my footwork, and Yv kissed me on the cheek, whispering in my ear, "If you and Carla need any help on the honeymoon, call me..." She also whispered in Carla's ear, judging from my bride's blush and smile, much the same thing.
During the reception, Liv led Carla and me into a private room off the main floor, and shut the door, locking it before stepping in front of us. The mother of the bride was as lovely as I'd ever seen her, and I felt a momentary pang of memory of our many times together. She gazed levelly at us, and spoke. "I have a gift for you both, something I want you to open together in private." She presented us with a package, immaculately wrapped, floral paper and a red ribbon and bow, and Carla accepted it for the both of us. It was so like Liv, the elegance and the care of presentation, and I knew the gift wouldn't disappoint.
Carla looked intrigued. "Can we open it now?" she squeaked excitedly.
Liv hugged us both. "Of course!"
Carla and I took turns sliding the bow off, and carefully peeling the layers of paper away. It was a book I readily recognized, Liv's Dirty Book, complete with illustrations, and slightly dog-eared. Carla blushed bright crimson, but it didn't keep her from leafing through it with wide eyes.
"Carla, Cody and I...have a history with that book. I want you both to have it, and use it as you see fit." Tears filled both their eyes, and they hugged tightly for over a minute. Liv excused herself to freshen her makeup, and Carla turned to me.
"You and my mom...? There are over six hundred positions... How many did you get through?"
"We didn't finish the book, Carla. I think she wants
us
to do that together."
Liv left us another, more public, gift, which we opened before our gathered friends and family at the reception. The vellum envelope bore precise and beautiful calligraphy, another of Liv's hallmarks. She had paid for a full week in the Hilton's Hyacinth Suite in New York, and the flight. Carla had never been there, and I resolved to make each of those seven nights every bit as wonderful for my bride as Liv had made them for me on Valentine's Day, two years earlier.
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We dressed much more casually for our flight to New York that evening. Liv had already hung Carla's wedding dress in a thick plastic cover, and promised to get my tuxedo back to the shop first thing Monday. The seats were first class, and we treated ourselves to plastic flutes of champagne and light snacks as we took flight. My bride was as lovely in jeans and a yellow blouse as she had been in her wedding gown, and I longed to see her entirely out of both.
Carla had pressed me about the suite, asking intuitively whether her mother and I had ever stayed there. I told her truthfully we had, and demurred when she asked me for details. Finally, I told her, "Babe, we're going to enjoy it just for us. I'm not going to compare it to when Liv and I were there, and I'm sure as Hell not going to try to relive those two nights, consciously or not. We have
seven
nights in the hotel, and I want our memories to be our own, not echoes of anything earlier." I had expected her to ask, and was sure I had rehearsed my answer several hundred times before we flew out the day of the wedding. My bride was appropriately mollified.
She was awed by the view of the city from the plush environs of the Hyacinth Suite. The skyline was breathtaking, but now bright and slightly hazy from the midsummer heat. Even so, each of the buildings gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, throwing gold and silver and bronze highlights all over the living room of the suite. She slipped her beachcombers off, and let her toes delight in the plush and luxuriously thick pile.
After we sat and watched out the window for a while, holding hands and taking the vista in, she started to explore the suite. She headed into the huge bathroom, her thrilled giggles told me it was very much to her liking, and she drew us a nice hot bubble bath. Her favorite part was the golden mottled mirrors on the wall and over the bathtub. She and I made out in the soapy suds, and she traded a blowjob for having her pussy eaten. She looked up and around all while I was going down on her, thrilled to see me licking her pussy in the reflection overhead, and cumming hard. Afterwards, we lay in the water, basking in our soapy, cum-drenched love, later showering to wash away our juices.
The mirror over our bed likewise appealed to her sense of voyeuristic as well as exhibitionistic adventure. That night Carla insisted we leave the lights on, and straddled me, facing my feet, then lay back, pressing her spine against my chest, watching in awe with each thrust of my cock into the dark jungle at her crotch, clearly visible over our heads. She came hard, eyes glued to the overhead spectacle of our first lovemaking as husband and wife.
She sank back onto me, and sighed when I came shortly after, reaching down between her legs to stroke me, her fingertips spreading my cum and her juices along my shaft and on her pussy. "Cody, this has to be the best honeymoon suite I've ever imagined..." She gingerly lifted herself off, and turned over to lie on top of me, legs spread, her still wet pussy against my flagging hard-on. "Baby, there's a conversation pit out there. If we had had a chance to do it in the Concord house, I would have loved for you to take me on it." I wondered whether Liv had told her about our own adventures there.
"So, you'd like to try the conversation pit here?"
"No conversation, Cody. We'll call it a
fornication
pit. With all the curtains open."
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The next day, my new wife announced her intent to dispense with all clothing or modesty now that we were in the honeymoon suite of our dreams. Naked, she laid down several towels on the ivory cushions of the newly renamed fornication pit, and sat back, knees parted, thighs spread for me. "Cody, let's stay in for a while. Or
you
can stay in a while, baby!" I climbed next to her and we started making out, my cock instantly stiff and primed for her, the heat from Carla's pussy evident without touching it or sliding my fingers inside.
It was mid-morning, the summer sun blazing down on the Sunday crowds below. Reflected light was a riot of metallic and glass colors inundating the inside of our suite. The top of the pit was about five inches above the floor it was set in, and the morning brightness warmed us nicely.
