A Mother Returned Pt 25

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!

"So, are we sleeping then?" Freddie stepped out of the bathroom. She was freshly showered, and her teeth were brushed. She had dried and brushed her hair, but it was down for bedtime. She wore a comfortable, ankle-length nightgown. She saw that Penelope was similarly attired, lying on top of the covers in a languid way.

"I think, Freddie dear, we are not going to sleep for a little while." Penelope smiled warmly at her friend. "As Teddy would say, I think we're going to

fuck

. I... can't bring myself to say any of the other things he might utter at such a time." She giggled uncomfortably.

"I assumed you wanted physical intimacy when you invited me to your bed." Freddie stood with her bare hands clasped before her. "We're not an old married couple, after all." She frowned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that you and Felix have lost that spark."

"No, it's okay. We did lose our spark before I left. But since I returned, thinking of my husband's body... his penis... makes my vagina thrum." Penelope patted the bed next to her. "Both my men do that to me. And you know what? When I look at your gorgeous face and inviting curves, I feel it, too."

"I feel it, too!" Freddie laughed. "So, what do we do?" She crawled up onto the bed and sat next to her mistress with her legs crossed.

"I've never been with a woman. I assumed you would know." Penelope sat up and kissed Freddie on the cheek. She gently brushed the Alternate's hair behind her ear. "It's so odd. When we had that dinner party, the night of the duel, I was so scandalized when that horrible man, Alvin something, hinted that he was sleeping with his Alternate tutor."

"You were scandalized not because the tutor was an Alternate, but because Alvin Hogenson was abusing his power and being predatory." Winifred's voice came over the speaker. "Alternates are people too, after all. I think you suspected that even before knowing Freddie."

"Yes, you're right, Winnie." Penelope nodded and cupped Freddie's heavy breast through her nightgown. "I love you, Freddie."

"I love you too, Penny." Freddie lifted her nightgown over her head and carefully folded it. She was naked now, ready for her mistress. "I have theoretical knowledge of what women do together. We could use a toy, perhaps that large dildo you haven't used in a while? We could lock our legs together and rub our vaginas, stimulating our clitorises. I could please you with my tongue. I don't think it would take me too long to familiarize myself with your anatomy."

Penelope's laugh burst out, chiming merrily around the third-floor bedroom. "You do know how to speak to a girl, don't you?" Penelope lifted Freddie's left breast up, inspecting her black nipple. "I enjoyed sucking on this earlier, perhaps we could start with that."

"Of course, Penny. Whatever makes you happy." Freddie nodded eagerly. When her mistress's lips encircled her nipple, Freddie cooed. She stroked Penelope's hair and cradled her head, letting Penelope suck, kiss, and play with her breasts for a long while. "I wish I had milk to give you, Penny." Freddie sighed.

Penelope unlatched from the nipple and looked up dreamily at Freddie. "I said the same thing to Theodore... not long ago."

"I remember." Freddie lay her mistress on her back and moved between her legs. "I feel closer to you and Teddy than I ever have. I didn't think it was possible to increase my feelings for my Nishas." Freddie lifted Penelope's nightgown up to her belly and inspected the vagina before her. "Let's see about making you happy." She wished she could update her knowledge on oral sex. She hadn't ever collected a detailed manual, but she supposed what she'd gleaned over the years would have to do.

A half-hour later, Penelope was well on her way to her fourth orgasm. Her legs were spread wide. Her feet up in the air, toes curling. Penelope had both hands on the back of her friend's head as Freddie sucked the juice out of Penelope's gash and paid loving attention to her clitoris. Penelope's body tensed. "Oooohhhhhh... Freddie... Freddie... I've found a new pleasure... a new joy... that I will be... uuuuggghhhhh... hard-pressed to give up. Knowing... that you adore... me... that you love my... vagina... just as much as Teddy... or Felix... makes me... eeeeeeiiiiiiiiii."

Theodore slept soundly in his bed. He was exhausted. His mother's screaming was a floor above him, and the sounds of sex barely made it past his door. An hour later, when Freddie's muffled wails pushed into his room, he woke with a start, turned onto his belly, and went right back to sleep.

Sometime later, all three Nishas slept soundly.

~~

"Morning, everyone." Theodore stumbled into the kitchen. His shirt was misbuttoned, and he still had bedhead. He stretched, yawned, and sat at the bar. "What's for breakfast?" He smiled at his mother.

"Good morning, lambkin. You look adorable today!" Penelope beamed at her son. She had a bounce to her step as she moved over to him, kissed him on the cheek, and squeezed his penis through his trousers. "It's still asleep! We must have really tired you out."

"Mom!" Theodore looked over at Freddie in exasperation. Freddie smiled and rolled her eyes in sympathy with him. Both women were dressed immaculately, with their hair up, and makeup on. They both had a certain bright energy about them, too. He rolled his eyes along with Freddie. When his mother smacked his shoulder in mock outrage at his expression, he grabbed her roughly and pulled her onto his lap.

"Ohhhhhh... my big strong man... I'm... mmmmppphhhhhhhh." Penelope suddenly found herself in a kiss. His unexpected desire made her swoon. When he pushed her off his lap, she had to put her hand on his shoulder for balance, her knees were weak. "Oh... gosh... Teddy. I love the way... you handle me."

Freddie pointed a piece of celery at them. "No more handling for either of you this morning. We have things to do. Teddy, if you keep on at this pace, your penis is going to fall off. Penny, I need help prepping for the picnic."

Theodore's eyes opened wide. He looked at Winifred, who was standing by the door. "It wouldn't actually fall off."

"Do I even need to respond to that?" Winifred shook her head slowly.

"No, you don't. Thanks." Theodore nodded to the nearby teapot and smiled when Winifred poured him a cup. "What picnic?" He said.

"Freddie wanted the three of us to go out for a date in the park." Penelope leaned conspiratorially toward her son and whispered, "I think she's worried that we'll take her for granted if all we do together is sex."

"I do not think that." Freddie threw the celery at Penelope. It harmlessly bounced off her shoulder and landed on the counter. "Since we seem to be a three-way couple, I thought it would be nice to go out on a date," Freddie said.

"Freddie, it's called a throuple, and we are not that." Theodore plucked the celery off the counter and took a bite. "She's my Mom. And you're my aunt... sort of. We're just... you know... doing extra stuff most people miss out on."

"And I don't want to miss out on a picnic." Freddie put a large basket on the counter. "Now, help me fill this up."

~~

"Isn't this lovely? Isn't this

lovely?

I can't believe we're all on a date. I can't believe you've bonked both of us, Teddy." Penelope laughed and sipped her champagne. She was seated on their picnic blanket in the park, with a bright, floral bodice and skirts. She wore a hat pinned into her dark hair and gloved fingers gripped the stem of her flute.

"Mom! There are people around. Shh." Theodore was a bit buzzed from his champagne, so he didn't actually bother to look around and see who might be listening. It didn't matter anyway, who would think anything of it if they did hear? He wore one of his nicest linen suits and a paisley tie. A content Cora was lying by his feet on the edge of the blanket.

"Says the man who wore a sperm tie to our date." Penelope cackled. Perhaps she'd had too much to drink? She didn't care.

"For the ninth time, it's paisley. Not sperm." Theodore furrowed his brow in mock outrage at her. That only made her laugh louder.

"To answer your question, Penny, it

is

lovely." Freddie was dressed similarly to Penelope, but the pattern on Freddie's clothes was gingham. She had wanted to match the picnic theme. She spread some Reblochon cheese on a thin cracker, reached over, and held it in front of Theodore. "Open up for the train, mister."

"Oh, my gods." Theodore opened his mouth, let her put the cracker on his tongue, and ate it. He rolled his eyes in consternation at Freddie.

"What's with the attitude? The train thing? I used to do that for you when you were little." Freddie smiled and made another cheese and cracker for herself.

"I'm not little anymore," Theodore said.

"He's right. Certain parts of my anatomy can attest to his size." Penelope laughed again. "My little boy has been replaced by a man."

"Mom!" Theodore shook his head.

"I don't think that -"

"Oh, shit. The park staff forgot to pick up the trash today." Reginald Gellings strode up from behind them and stood in front of their blanket, his hands on his hips. His mother stood ten feet away, looking nervous. He glanced at her. "How come we don't go on any picnics together, Mom?"

"I don't take you on picnics, because you're not a baby, Reginald," Gertie said. "You're busy with important schoolwork."

"So important you're taking classes from home?" Theodore moved to stand up, but both his mother and Freddie put hands on him to hold him back. They were quite strong, so he satisfied himself with merely sitting up. "Are you looking for another duel, asshole?"

Picking up on the change in mood, Cora stood and growled at Reginald.

"Fetch your boy, Gertie. I wouldn't want to ruin the park," Penelope called over to her neighbor. "It would be a shame if Theodore had to pin him to this lawn, too. It would be the ugliest art installation we've had here. And that's saying something."

Gertie scowled at the Nishas, but beckoned her son. "Come along, Reginald. We're going to be late."

Reginald spat on the lawn and sauntered off.

It took the Nishas a good long while to shake off their anger at the intrusion, but they did overcome. Copious amounts of freely poured champagne helped.

~~

Later that day, Penelope was still feeling festive as they welcomed their guest in the foyer. "Welcome, Victoria!" She threw confetti in the air, raised her arms, and shrieked for joy.

Theodore and Freddie were smiling, but offered more subdued greetings.

Winifred stood behind them with a slight, mechanical smile on her robot face. As the humans were embracing, she gathered Victoria's bag and carried it up to a spare room on the second floor.

An hour later, they were all in the sunroom enjoying some tea.

"I trust Meredith is feeling better?" Penelope held her teacup and saucer above her lap. She no longer wore her hat, but her hair was still carefully pinned, with a single strand hanging past her ear.

"Yes. She's well. I... um... nursed her back to health." Victoria's cheeks turned crimson.

"No need to be shy about taking care of another human being." Penelope smiled. "That was very generous of you."

"That bitch is crazy. It was more than generous, Victoria." Theodore shook his head in disbelief that his ex-girlfriend had spent so much time at the hospital.

"Oh, Ms. Cooks is high-strung, but not so bad." Victoria's blush intensified.

I can't very well tell them that I let the woman suckle on my tits more than a dozen times.

"We bonded some in the hospital. I'm glad I was there for her. I felt responsible for not getting her to the ground during that awful shootout."

Penelope and Theodore shared a loving glance, both knowing that the other was thinking about that wonderful, cooperative defenestration.

~~

Theodore was still exhausted and a little drunk, so after tea, he went down for a nap.

Penelope, Freddie, and Winifred set about preparing supper.

Eager for some quiet after the yammering she had endured at the hospital, Victoria retired to the library. She returned

First Love

to the shelves and was eager to pick out another from the Nishas' bountiful collection of paper books.

Sometime before supper, Penelope arrived at the library. She found Victoria tucked into one of the cushioned armchairs, reading away. "Hello dear, supper's only a half-hour away. I wanted to give you a warning so you could pull yourself out of that book," Penelope said.

Victoria memorized the page number and put down the book. She blinked up at Penelope. "Gods, you're pretty, Mrs. Nisha. Teddy is so lucky... erm... I mean... um..." She wished for darker skin like the Nishas, so she could hide her embarrassment better. "I'm still getting used to you two... you know."

"Don't let me get in the way of young love, Victoria." Penelope walked over to Victoria's chair and knelt beside it so that they were at eye level. "I'm not his girlfriend. I'm his mother. And I want him to be happy. You've shown this family plenty of loyalty the last few days. I know you love him. If you want to get back together with him, you have my blessing." She gave the young woman an encouraging smile.

"No... I love Teddy... I do." Victoria searched for the words. She tried not to get lost in the mesmerizing, verdant pools of Penelope's eyes. "But I can't be true to him. I'm curious about women... but... I'm terrible at putting myself out there. Ms. Cooks is so outgoing, that's the only reason I let her..." Victoria's eyes went round, and she felt the heat deepen in her cheeks. She was so comfortable talking to Penelope that she had almost told her about all of the nipple sucking.

"You and Meredith, then? Honestly, don't fret. Everyone else is sleeping with the woman, you might as well, too." Penelope's heart fluttered. She pictured the two women intertwined the way she and Freddie had been the night before.

"We didn't sleep together." Victoria shook her head. "I swear to the gods, we didn't. I just let her... kiss me a little... on the boobs." Victoria frowned. "That's just it! I wasn't comfortable with Ms. Cooks, so I didn't let it get out of hand. I'm not comfortable with any woman, so I keep everything prim and proper. I

need

things to get out of hand. But how? Have you ever been with a woman, Mrs. Nisha?"

"Oh... I..." Penelope put a gloved hand to her chest. "You must be very comfortable with me to ask me that." She paused. "We must be very good friends!" Her face suddenly lit up. "I have been with a woman. It was someone close to me. I'm not sure my situation was similar to yours."

A good friend is open and honest.

"Was it nice?" Victoria's mind went a mile a minute. "Did you have regrets? Wait... was it with your own mother?" She whispered, eyes round as saucers.

Penelope giggled. "No, not with my mother. That would have been strange." She thought about it for several long beats and then giggled some more. "Teddy is the only one I know who successfully bedded his mother."

Those words made Victoria hot under the collar and damp between the legs. She pictured this gorgeous woman with her legs spread wide, accepting Theodore's massive, curved penis. It was so wrong. And so perfect.

Did they engage in Teddy's dirty talk?

Victoria squirmed in her seat. "Um... so do you have advice for me, Mrs. Nisha? How should I approach a woman I want to sleep with?"

"I think you're doing a marvelous job already." Penelope smiled and leaned closer. "Find someone you're comfortable with, open your heart to her, and see if she's interested."

"That's it?" Victoria whispered. Their faces were only inches apart now.

"I am, by the way," Penelope said. "Teddy wouldn't mind. Or, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't."

"I'm confused.

You are

what? What would Teddy not mind?" Victoria's heart beat steadily against her ribs.

"

I am

interested, sweetie." Penelope closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. She pushed her tongue into the teenager's mouth. How odd, here she was a married, middle-aged woman, and she was kissing her second woman of the day, if she counted the early morning as part of the day. She was

happily

married, too. But even so, she kept finding herself in lascivious situations of her own creation.

My own son. My friends. A good wife doesn't do these things. But a good mother and friend does. How do I reconcile myself? How do I stop?

She cupped Victoria's cheek as they made out. The nineteen-year-old was skilled at kissing, darting her tongue and playfully biting Penelope's lips.

"Mmmmmpphhh." Victoria was just getting up the courage to feel up Penelope through her bodice when the kiss ended. She blinked as Penelope pulled away and stood. "Wow." Victoria was breathless.

"I'm going to let you think about that before we do anything else. We should also tell Teddy, in case he has an objection. Agreed?" Penelope smoothed out her bodice and skirts.

"Yes... Mrs. Nisha." Victoria felt like she was in the presence of a goddess. Her heart still thundered in her chest.

"Wonderful. Supper is in about ten minutes from now." Penelope turned for the door. "See you soon."

"Okay," Victoria said weakly. She watched the older woman's round butt roll as she moved out of the room. "Oh, my gods." Victoria got up and headed to the bathroom. She needed to splash cold water on her face. She needed to compose herself.

~~

They had all just sat down to supper when Winifred alerted the Nishas that someone was walking up the drive. "I hesitate to ask, but did anyone invite Ms. Meredith Cooks?"

"She's here?" Penelope looked at Theodore and pointed a questioning finger at him.

Theodore shook his head and pointed back at his mother.

"No, I certainly didn't." Penelope looked to her other supper companions with an arched eyebrow.

"No, I wouldn't ever impose on you, Mrs. Nisha." Victoria adamantly shook her head.

"Don't look at me. I've barely had anything to do with the woman." Freddie shrugged.

"Well... a good friend invites her friends to supper." Penelope stood.

"Mom, a good friend sets boundaries." Theodore did not want anyone crashing their party. He felt the house had a wonderful mix of people as it was.

"She does?" Penelope smoothed out her skirts, thinking.

"Boundaries are important, although maybe that isn't the lesson you've gotten from recent events." Winifred audibly sighed for the benefit of the humans in the room. "You would be wise to send Ms. Cooks away for myriad reasons, but none more important than letting her know she can't show up here whenever she pleases."

The doorbell rang. Penelope moved toward the front of the house.

"Hold a second, Penny," Winifred said. "There's an older model car landing on the edge of our property. Oh, how delightful. It's Mr. Decker, come to save my Nishas again."

"He's only here to report on Pieter. How is he going to save us from Ms. Cooks?" Theodore stood too and moved over to stand next to his mother, who was paused in the doorway.

"I have a plan." Winifred gave her a mechanical smile.

Ten minutes later, Penelope and Theodore opened the front door. Meredith and Decker were amicably chatting. She had her gloved hand on his upper arm. He was venturing a faint smile.

"Hello, you two. Sorry to keep you waiting. Won't you come in?" Penelope stepped to the side. She let her son talk to Decker about his investigation in the library, while she took Meredith into the den and talked up how wonderful Decker was. And how he always carried a gun. A big gun. By the time they reconvened in the foyer fifteen minutes later, Meredith was giddy.