Living the Dream in Mexico pt. 5
This story contains themes of mother/daughter incest and abuse. Other than that, just good clean fun. No one having sex is under 18.
Brian woke the next morning expecting to feel some remorse for having taken Valentina's anal cherry. It was an amazing experience, one he hoped to be able to repeat soon. He would have to see how Vale felt about it when he went down. He dressed after his shower thinking how good the coffee would taste when he had it made.
Before he reached the bottom of the steps the heavenly aroma of fresh brewed coffee assaulted his nostrils. Entering the kitchen he found Valentina holding out his filled mug. He smiled, gratefully accepting it before blowing on it then taking a sip.
"Oh man, this is perfect," he said appreciatively. "How did you know how to make it?"
"I am not stupid you know. If you wrote down the instructions I could not do it, but I watched for the last few days and remembered how," she said with her nose in the air.
"Well, you did a great job. Did you watch how I make the scrambled eggs?" he asked.
"Of course, it is a simple thing."
"Ok then, you make the eggs, I will make the toast," he said.
She nodded, then, as if she were watching a video in her head, mixed the eggs and poured them in the far too hot frying pan. Before she could stir them, they were stuck to the pan. She took the pan off the heat in an attempt to salvage them, but it was no use. She looked at the mess in the pan then turned her back to him. He could see her shoulders shaking as she quietly cried.
He didn't say a word, reaching around her for the pan. He scraped the eggs into the garbage before getting a clean frypan from the cupboard. He put the open carton of eggs on the counter with the milk then took her arms to steer her to the counter.
"Try again," he said.
"No, I don't want to, I ruined four eggs, they don't grow on trees you know," she said.
"That is correct, they don't grow on trees, they come from a chicken's butt," he said smiling.
She looked startled then smiled, "Ok, what did I do wrong?"
He watched as she followed his instructions, making some perfect scrambled eggs.
She had said nothing about what had happened the night before. It was killing him not knowing how she felt about it.
Finally, when they were nearly finished eating he asked, "Did you need a cushion for your chair this morning?"
"No, I'm fine," she said wiggling her narrow butt on the chair bottom to prove it.
"Well, I'm glad, a girl's first time can be painful for a few days," he said.
"Not this girl, I think I could take him in my butt again right now," she said looking at him hopefully.
"That's good to know but I think we better give your butt a rest for a couple of days," he said firmly.
"How about if we wait until tonight?" she asked.
"No, I have a date tonight," he told her.
She angrily grabbed her plate and took it into the kitchen. She started slamming things around as she cleaned up.
"God damn it, knock that shit off before you break something," he yelled.
She threw the sponge into the sink then went to her room.
"If you slam that door you will be back out in the garage," he warned her.
She did the opposite, leaving the door wide open as she sat on her bed. Brian let her pout for five minutes before going to the open door softly saying, "Finish cleaning up, please."
She sullenly pushed past him on her way to the kitchen. When she was done he asked her to come sit at the table with him. Before she sat she took his mug to the kitchen for a refill.
He thanked her then said, "Vale, we have been over this before. You and I have something going on, I don't know what it is exactly. But whatever it is does not make it so I won't see other women. Our ages make it so we could never be happy with each other for a long period of time. You need someone more your own age. You understand that, don't you?"
"The only thing I know is that you are turning me into a woman. I cannot think of any other man who could do that like you have. You are so patient, so kind, you understand me," she said as she started to sob.
"Vale don't cry, please. Come here," he said pushing his chair from the table.
When she came to his chair he put her on his lap, holding her until her sobs ended.
"I don't know how this is going to turn out Vale, I know I will cry as hard as you did when some young man takes you away from me. Until then we need to move ahead as best we can," he said tenderly.
She nodded before saying, "I think I need to sleep now."
Early that evening Brian stood in front of his open closet trying to decide what to wear. He chuckled, then said out loud, "What
do
you wear to a mother/daughter threesome?" In the end he chose a flowered shirt with black khakis and deck shoes.
He grabbed his keys then went to Vale's room and found her sitting on the bed. "I am leaving now; will you be alright alone?"
Sullenly she said, "Of course, I have been alone all my life."
Not rising to the bait, he cheerfully said, "Don't wait up, I may not be home at all."
He followed the directions of the address ping Karin had sent, pulling up to her house fifteen minutes later. He got out then reached back to collect a bag from the back seat. It held two bottles of wine plus a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Karin answered his knock then welcomed him with a kiss and a hug. She took the bag from him then led him down the hall to the lounge.
