All people having sexual activity in this story are eighteen and over.
Gran's arm was still around me when I woke up just after eleven. The lights were still burning. Gran had a contented look on her face as I slipped out of her bed. I wanted to see if mum had replied and how she'd responded. It was an anxious moment when I opened my phone. There were two messages from mum. The first had a video with the message, "Darling, I gave this my best shot. I hope it makes your magnificent cock so hard. All my love, Babs xxx."
What a video. Every movement was slow and seductive. Mum must have set her phone up on a dressing table with the lens pointed to her bed. Mum spread her legs wide as she used one hand to open her cunt flaps. Her huge, hooded clit popped out. It was similar in size to gran's. She brought her right hand to her dripping pussy with her fingers and thumb in a cone shape. She fisted herself as she fingered her clit, "Darling, I know Thursday afternoons you are free. I've booked a flight, so I'll arrive home at two in the afternoon. I want to spend the day with you in bed. I hope you like the video. There's no problem. I'll dress for you any way you want me to. I'll be buying lots of nice things now. I'm starting from scratch as I hadn't anyone to do it for. Now I've got you, my darling, the world's my oyster. I love you Barry. There's another message in that I'll tell you how to handle gran. I'm so looking forward to Thursday."
Mum looked so sexy in the video. Mum and gran were two very sexy women. I opened her next message, eager to learn how to handle gran. Mum had attached two gorgeous clit pics. It looked so suckable as I looked at the pictures. I knew I was going to eat mum on Thursday.
Mum's message read, "Darling, go for it with mum, she's wanting fucked, it's that simple. Tomorrow is Monday. If you haven't had her yet, go for her now. So by Thursday she won't be so desperate for it. I want only you on Thursday. When I know you've had her, I'll have a word with her. I'm the breadwinner in the family. Mum knows this. If she's getting a taste of your cock, she'll be happy. Maybe over the weekend we'll have a threesome with her. Darling, Thursday will be a big day for me. Let me know how you get on. All my love, Babs xxx."
I was happy with what mum had written. A threesome at the weekend would be good for me. Mum obviously knew gran better than I did. Gran had a wonderful life. She had no financial worries. Mum paid for everything. Gran had a credit card for anything she wanted. Mum picked her tab up every month. Her car was changed every two years. Gran now has a taste of my cock, and she loves it.
I replied to mum, "Babs, my darling, thank you so much for your messages. I loved the video and the clit pics. You're a very sexy woman. I'm looking forward to Thursday as well. It's done with gran. She needed it. I don't know how many times she came. It was a lot. I took her into the lounge. Gran was desperate for it. She loves my cock. She told me she's never cum as hard in her life before. If she has me regularly, that's all she needs. I've got a date on Wednesday night but I'll still do gran and again on Thursday morning. Babs, I love your messages. All my love, Barry xxx."
The next morning gran woke at seven. She was hungry for more. Over breakfast, I was sure she'd go back to bed. Gran has an insatiable sexual appetite. I had the feeling she realised that having it three or four times a day was now a bit much for her. I felt if she got it when she needed it, that's all she needed.
At my morning break, I was happy and surprised to have a message from Mona. I'd thought a lot about her since Saturday night. Her message was long and enlightening. It gave me a useful insight into what Muslim girls could do to have some sex life before marriage. Reading between the lines, I soon felt that Mona's mum was the one who advised and allowed her daughter to have a sex life before marriage.
Mona's message, "Hi Barry, I hope you had a great weekend. I was so happy we met on Saturday night. I'm so looking forward to Wednesday now. On Sunday, I spent a lot of time with my mum. I told her you were a gentleman. Dad hasn't lived with us for over five years. He's a wealthy Iranian businessman. He has a large shipping company, he owns many ships and planes. Recently, he divorced his first wife. Mum's his second. Mum's from a very intelligent Iranian family. When they married, she was a prize wife. She had the looks, intelligence and came from a prominent position in Iranian society. The Mullahs have a lot of money. The cream of Iranian society also has a lot of money, but they don't live in Iran."
"On Wednesday, I'd love to go out for a meal with you. First, mum would like a meeting with you. This is so important for me, as if mum thinks you're of excellent character. This will make a big difference for both of us. To help you understand, if she likes you, we'll have access to a lounge, bathroom and bedroom. We will not be disturbed there. There are two conditions, one you can't penetrate my pussy. Second, you can't stay overnight. Don't worry, you won't be frustrated with me. Mum has coached me on ways to make you cum. I'll let you know a secret, when I suck cock, I cum a lot."
"On Wednesday, is it possible you could be at my house at six-thirty? You know the front entrance to the house drive past it. At the first turning on the left turn left. A hundred meters on the left, you'll find another broad lane. It's broad as it took horses and carriages. Call me when you turn into the lane, as I'll open the rear entrance to the courtyard. This is where we must be discreet. Only mum will know we're going out on a date. One other thing, mum thinks dad's negotiating an arranged marriage for me. I must go through with this. Mum will make sure that I'll be financially secure. Barry, all I ask is you're open and honest with mum. On Wednesday, Mum will wear a hijab and burka. She won't wear a face covering. This is to make you appreciate and respect a Muslim woman. I have the feeling that Wednesday night will be an exciting night for both of us. Please let me know if you are agreeable to this. I'm thinking of you. Mona xx."
I read the message three times. I understood everything. I felt sorry Mona had this so controlled life to live. I wondered if she got married. Would I ever see her again? I replied, "Dear Mona, thank you for your message. I understand all the conditions. I will abide with them all. I look forward to meeting your mum on Wednesday. Barry xx."
I was now thinking that Wednesday night would be an adventure. At my lunch break, I met George. I told him about Mona's message. He smiled and said, "Muslims don't care about their women. In the lower levels of their society is a living nightmare. At the top end of their society, the women are in a stronger position. Those with brains negotiate. I had the same with Zara. Her mum interviewed me as well. Be open and honest and all will be good. You'll get great sex, but don't go near the pussy. That's a big no no. Don't be surprised if Mona's mum comes on heavy for you. She probably hasn't been fucked for years. She's probably desperate for a cock. I've the feeling if Zara got married, I'd be in her mum's bed quickly."
I left George I thanked him for his logical thinking. It was making me wonder if the entire world revolved around sex. I wasn't complaining; I had Sally and gran. I would have mum on Thursday. I was also looking forward to seeing Mona on Wednesday.
Monday evening gran was dressed normally. We had sex and an early night. Mum messaged to say she'd found a nice lingerie boutique. She'd bought some nice lingerie which she'd wear for me. Mum asked who my date was on Wednesday night? I told her it was a friend of a girl George was seeing. I told her I told her I'd be hers on Thursday. I also told her that on Thursday morning I would tell gran I wanted to spend time with mum on Thursday. Mum messaged back, saying that was a good idea.
Tuesday night gran was back in a micro-miniskirt. She was hot. Wednesday morning, she was still good, but not as active as she had been. After school, I came straight home. I showered and prepared myself for my first date with Mona. Just before six-thirty, I found the lane Mona had been talking about. The electric gates were opening for me. I drove through them. The buildings and space that the property had surprised me. The main house building looked so impressive from the rear. The architectural detail was fantastic. I saw Mona waving from a doorway. I drove towards her. She looked stunning in a blouse, jacket, and skirt that came to two inches above her knee.
We tongue kissed I felt her squeeze her massive tits against my chest. She led me into the house. The first thing that hit me were the antiques that were there. We walked through an old kitchen which was over a hundred years old. It was huge with the old stoves and ovens. It was obviously the old kitchen of the main house. It wasn't used now and hadn't been used for a long time. The old kitchen was totally intact.
Mona led me into a gorgeous lounge. Everything was antique. Mona's mum was sitting on the couch. She stood up, she offered me her hand and said, "Good evening Barry, I'm Ava Ahmad. I am very pleased to meet you. Please take a seat."
Ava was a tall, voluptuous woman. She was wearing a silk hijab with a multi-coloured pattern. She concealed her entire body except for her face. I said, "Thank you Mrs Ahmad, I'm so pleased to meet you too. What a beautiful house you live in! I loved walking through the old kitchen. It was like taking a walk through time."
