As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are imaginary, existing only within the confines of the story and my imagination. It is intended for the enjoyment of my audience and should not be copied or distributed, in whole or in part, without the author's permission. A special thank you to my proofreader for his patient work.
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From Chapter 3:
I got up and looked at the two ladies. They were completely spent. Knowing there was no way I could help Margaret to her own room, I got her up and half walked her and half carried her to Jackie's bed. I toweled her dry from the perspiration of all the activity and left the towel pressed against her pleasure place. I returned and found Jackie asleep on the sofa. I picked her up and she wrapped her arms around me. I also carried her to the bed, and ministered to her body with a towel. Then I wiped myself down, turned the lights off and climbed back into bed with my lovely ladies. I cuddled them both in silence until I also drifted off to sleep.
Breakfast and a Shower
I awoke the next morning alone in bed. I knew I went to bed with two sexy bodies but they were gone now. I slid out of bed and put some shorts on to go find out why they had left me alone in bed on a Saturday when we all could have stayed in bed. As I left the bedroom, I heard voices from the kitchen and headed there.
As I entered the kitchen, the two ladies were sitting at the small table with coffee and croissant pastries. Margaret was again wearing another long housedress, although this time she had not bothered to close up the neck line so there was just a hint of her small breasts showing. The house dress concealed the wonderful mature figure I knew her to have. Her dark hair was brushed to a silky shine, and her face, even without makeup, was fair with flushed cheeks. She would have been an extremely beautiful woman in most settings, but with Jackie next to her, she was slightly the lesser.
Jackie sat next to her mom in a tube top that barely contained her breasts, and some very short silk shorts. At only a couple inches above five feet, she was small but wonderfully curvy. Because she was sitting to the side, I could view her from her dainty little feet, up her slender calves and firm, muscular thighs. The shorts teased at showing the sides of her hips and I already knew the fantastic, tightly muscled ass behind them. Her years of swimming provided her with a narrow waist and a fairly flat belly that was exposed between the tube top and the shorts.
Now what the tube top contained was something that nature had blessed her with beyond what should have been proportional to her body. Her plentiful tits seemed massive attached to her small frame, and there were definitely much more than a handful. Supported by the chest muscles she developed while swimming, they projected more than would be otherwise normal as well. When she moved, they bounced and jiggled with fluid lusciousness that would make most heterosexual men drool. What's was even more special is that she took very good care to make sure they were always properly contained and supported, so there was no sign of sagging under the weight now, and she wanted to hold that off as long as possible.
Margaret was telling her daughter that she was so sorry that she had intruded into our relationship, arguing somewhat irrationally, that it would ruin us and harm Jackie's psyche. This was a fundamentally silly argument because Jackie had in fact initiated the sexual contact and invited me to join them. If anything, Margaret was a victim; our victim. She was also my high school fantasy and someone that I cared for deeply. I guess it was time to enter into the issue.
I walked up to Margaret and put my finger on her lips to silence her. Then, bending over, I kissed her with a deep, soulful kiss. I pressed my lips to hers as I entered her mouth with my tongue. My hand slid to her breast, which I cupped gently. I held the kiss as long as I could, telling her without words that it was okay and there was both love and lust for her.
"Thank you, honey," Jackie said as I broke the kiss to take a breath. I took both of Margaret's hands in mine and looked her in the eyes.
"I have always wanted you, even in high school," I started. "But back then you were married and I was too young, too immature. Jackie apparently fell in love with me way back then but I never knew it for what it was. Now I love her, but that does not take away from my desire for you or how much I care for you. Last night was truly the best of both worlds for me, and it does not have to end just because someone's rules say that it is wrong. We are all adults now and we can do what we want in our own lives." I looked at Jackie for agreement.
"Yes mom," she nodded. She touched my back as she went on. "I think we are creating a life together and, I guess, we want you to be a part of it as long as you want. What I experienced last night was so much love that I don't want it to end too soon." Margaret was crying at this and could only nod her agreement. I was choking up too so I quickly broke the mood to avoid showing too much emotion right then.
"Okay then," I said humorously. "I need something to eat, and then I really need to take a shower."
"There are more croissants on the counter and jam in the fridge," Jackie pointed.
"After that," Margaret offered. "I should tell you the upstairs shower is much larger that downstairs." That stopped my movement towards the food.
"How much bigger?" I asked with a grin.
"I think we could all fit," was her response. I ate two croissant slathered with jam very quickly (I would need the energy), then we all headed up the stairs.
