"We need to talk. Come to the house at 7:00."
The text message I got from Sherry after not having heard from her for three days made me gulp. We hadn't seen each other all week. That was unprecedented for us. Ever since our trysts at the ski resort we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Sherry's beautiful body—amazingly youthful at 34—felt wonderful in my arms each time after we made love.
And that was the main difference. It was no longer just fucking. Granted, our sessions often did devolve into pure, animalistic, hard-banging fuck-fests. And by God those were great! Sherry was experienced and at her sexual peak. She coaxed some mind-blowing orgasms out of me. But as our relationship evolved, I found that the sex was more like lovemaking. I found myself feeling more than just lust for Sherry, and instead of running away from that, I embraced it. That just made the sex even better.
As we became regulars at each other's places—particularly me at hers—we started to bring and leave behind items that revealed the long-term outlook on our relationship: toiletries, a change of clothes for work and one for a casual weekend, and even some candles that Sherry said would make my bedroom a more romantic place to make love. (Even she used those words). We started doing things together that did not involve sex: ball games, meeting friends for bowling, spending a day at the water park—although it was difficult not to think about sex when I got to see Sherry wear a figure-flattering bikini for six hours. We talked a lot, and in case I was not already aware of her intellectual side, it became clear that we were on a similar plane.
But last week I jeopardized all of that when I banged her amazingly hot eighteen-year-old daughter. It was the culmination of weeks of slowly escalating seduction that I could no longer ignore. Anna was as beautiful as her mother, but naturally had a tighter, thinner body. Even her pussy was significantly tighter. Her youthful exuberance made up for her lack of experience in bed.
I felt proud like an alpha-male, and guilty at the same time. Sherry might as well be my steady girlfriend, and I had just cheated on her with her daughter. But Anna said she was going to float an idea by her mother: something that would not only allow us to hump again but also remedy the need to keep it a secret. I thought that if she can pull off that impossible stunt, then I would make sure she was appropriately rewarded, no matter what I had to do.
Then came the ominous text message.
"Everything OK?" I texted back.
"Eat dinner first" was all I got in reply.
I feared the worst. Did Anna tell Sherry that we had sex? They were as close as a mother and daughter could be. They told each other everything. How would Sherry react? Were we through? It would be a shame. We were really starting to click, and I fucked it up. But I suppose it was inevitable. There was no way I could resist Anna's advances.
I drove to Sherry and Anna's house, not knowing exactly what to expect, but ready to possibly walk out with my tail between my legs. Or maybe neutered. Sherry greeted me at the door. Even in a casual but tight-fitting tank top and capri pants, with her dirty blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, she was still gorgeous to me.
"Hi baby," she said calmly before planting a kiss on my lips. That was a good sign. "C'mon in."
She led me into the kitchen and I sat on one of the bar stools overlooking the sink. There was no sign of Anna. Sherry made two iced teas as we exchanged small talk about how our weeks had been. But I couldn't wait.
"Sherry, what did you really want to talk about?"
She sighed. "Will, I've had a great time with you these past couple months."
Uh oh. That's the beginning of the end
, I thought. "But...." I prodded her.
"No, wait. There is no 'but.' We are amazing together, and I've started to have some pretty strong feelings for you. I'm not sure what it is yet, but I know it's more than just lust. I didn't think we would last this long, given how we started." Sherry paused, glancing away. Then she looked back up at me, her big blue eyes looking straight into mine with a sincerity that I couldn't possibly doubt. "And I don't ever want this to end."
I walked around the counter to where Sherry was standing and wrapped my arms tightly around her. Immediately our lips found each other and we engaged in one of the most sensuous kisses we had ever been involved in.
Our lips separated with a smack. "You had me worried," I said.
"I'm not alone, am I?" she asked.
"No, baby," I confirmed. We kissed again and kept hold of each other for a moment more. I wondered how the issue of my screwing Anna had been left out.
"But there's more," Sherry finally said, "And it gets a little sticky here."
And there it is.
I thought.
It was too good to be true.
Sherry and I sat down on the bar stools as she began to explain.
"Anna is everything to me. Always has been. Doing right by her was how I made up for all the mistakes I made in my early teens. We're not just mother-daughter: We're best friends. And it's always been just the two of us here. No long-term boyfriends for either of us to deal with. Well, except for Jack," she said, referring to her ex-husband of only two years. Anna never got along with him, which is one of the main reasons Sherry gave for the marriage failing. It was obvious that if forced to choose between Anna and a guy, Sherry would always choose her daughter.
"And now I have you," Sherry continued, "And Anna seems to really like you."
"Well I'm glad. I really like her," I said, trying not to admit more than I had to.
"No, Will. She
really
likes you." I looked at her, confused. "I'll explain.
"When she started high school we were still doing everything together and trusting each other with everything. But soon I saw her going down the same slippery slope that I did. I caught her with a joint when she was fourteen, and the next year she told me about losing her virginity. I started to worry that the cycle was going to repeat itself, so I sat her down and told her all the details about my life that I had glossed over.
"I told her all the stupid things I did when I was her age, all the stupid guys I did, and how she came to be. I told her about her father. I thought he was a great guy simply because he gave me attention and made me feel loved. But he turned out to be an asshole. Once he accomplished his goal of sleeping with me he started to mistreat me. And a baby was certainly not in his plans, so he deserted me when I needed him most.
"Anna and I had some serious talks, some of which lead to serious arguments. But in the end she got the picture. I was able to teach her to have respect for herself. She had the wherewithal to straighten herself out before anything bad happened. She had the occasional boyfriend, but nothing too serious, and as far as I can tell, she hasn't slept with anyone since she was sixteen. She just graduated with honors, and I'm so proud of her."
"As well you should be," I said. "And proud of yourself. You've overcome huge obstacles and raised a lovely young woman."
"Thank you," Sherry said, smiling. That smile of hers did it for me every time. I was locked onto her.
She continued. "I was afraid of what might happen if I introduced a complication into our wonderful relationship that we had worked so hard on."
"Complication?" I asked.
"You," she said. "But Anna has latched onto you more than I had ever hoped. I'm sure you've noticed her flirting with you."
"Umm...I, uh...Well, yeah," I admitted.
"Don't worry, it's OK." Sherry said. "I've seen the way you look at her, too." She looked over her right shoulder, out the window toward the pool. "She's gorgeous, isn't she?"
I followed her gaze, and for the first time that evening I noticed Anna. She was sunbathing face-up on a lounge chair. Topless. Her C-cup breasts seemed to stand out from her otherwise slim figure like two perfectly round grapefruits. The nipples were each tit's crown. Her skin shimmered with a thin layer of sweat. She apparently didn't know I was there. My cock twitched and began a slow ascent that I was powerless to stop.
The rest of Anna's curves were on full display. She wore only a red bikini bottom whose strings were so thin as to allow sunlight to dance around them. There was barely enough fabric to cover her pussy, and I could only imagine how much of her tight yet round ass was exposed. Perhaps it was a thong. The thought made my cock accelerate toward erection. As if the rest of her wasn't enticing enough, it was her heavenly ass that made me lose control the other day.
