This is the first of a 3 part story.
............................................................................................
After my girlfriend of 2 years moved to the West Coast, I was depressed. When we dated, I took for granted we'd get married one day. She promised to stay in touch, but I doubted it; I knew that once your mate left, the connection would fade away, like the famous saying: Far from the eye, far from the heart.
My best friend, Lucas, tried to cheer me up and, eventually, introduced me to his young coworker, Amelia. My first thought was that she was a model. In fact, she later admitted that when she was 19, she got two calls to have screen tests but declined both. Now, at 25, she was 5'8", 130 pounds, with long brown hair, a pretty face, B-cup breasts, a cute bubble ass, and long, shapely legs.
Initially, Amelia looked quite reserved and shy, and we began dating officially 2 months later. Only when we started going out did she trust me enough to tell me the reason for her reluctance to date men. It turned out that her mother met her father at a young age. She got pregnant with Amelia, and he insisted she undergo an abortion. When she refused, he disappeared, and she never heard from him again. For several years, the mother struggled to work part-time, study to become a nurse, and raise Amelia.
Nowadays, the mother, Sophia, worked shifts in the nearby hospital, and the daughter started working in a pharmacy downtown.
Amelia and I discovered we had many interests in common: We both loved swimming, pop music, watching foreign movies, and eating Italian food. In our first year together, our only free time was during weekends, and we took short trips nearby, in Wisconsin and Minnesota. We frequently dreamed about traveling far away - To Japan, Sumatra, Morocco...
Our intimacy progressed at a slow pace as well. Her mother's life story was a major reason, but her shyness also played a role. In the beginning, Amelia agreed to visit my house on condition I'd behave. There was nothing to show for more than a month except for kissing. One evening, we watched a French movie. I sipped white wine and concentrated on the screen. Suddenly, during a sad part, Amelia began crying. I hugged her and tried to make her feel better. Fifteen minutes later, the TV was off, and I found myself fondling her fantastic body. She touched lightly my groin, too, but refused to have sex. She begged me to be patient with her.
The following evening was the first time I was invited to her house to meet her mother and have dinner together. I was anxious to meet the mother who was so devoted to her daughter when she was young. According to Amelia, lately, they felt more like sisters.
...
On my way to their house, I bought a large bouquet of roses and an expensive bubbly wine. Amelia opened the door and looked radiant in a green dress. I kissed her softly, and as she let me inside, she asked, smiling, "Are these for me or you plan to bribe my mother?"
"Honey, you are mine already. The sparkling wine and the flowers are for the one who slaved to make you such a perfect lady. If she considers it a bribe to get into her good graces, that's OK."
She hugged me and whispered, "Thank you. She hates crowds and rarely mingles with other people, so she rarely gets presents."
Their bedroom door opened, and a woman came forward to greet me.
I hesitated momentarily because I would have never guessed Amelia's mother would look like that. Unlike Amelia, she was short, around 5'4", with dark hair and a voluptuous body.
I was confused and heard my mouth say the dumbest sentence ever, "Ma'am, I am Will, the guy who annoys your daughter regularly. You are so much prettier than her that I may need to consider courting you instead..."
She laughed, "Will, my name is Sophia. Thank you for the nice flowers and the wine. I heard from Amelia you really are a good person. I know you didn't mean to offend my daughter. You were surprised at how different we looked. I recall seeing her after she was born, thinking it may have been a mistake and she was somebody else's child. However, genetic testing proved I was the mother. She is so different and beautiful because she inherited her father's phenotype. He was tall and blonde."
I continued ogling mother and daughter, stunned at how 2 ladies were so unalike, yet each was very attractive in her own way.
Sophia started serving the meal and said, "I asked Amelia if you were allergic to certain foods or disliked any. She answered negatively. Unfortunately, I neglected to find out what you DID like, so I hope you won't suffer too much."
"Ma'am, according to your daughter, you are an excellent cook, and I eat almost anything. The chances I would not like the meal are slim, especially knowing I am being joined by the 2 prettiest ladies around."
She grinned, "Will, do me a favor. Call me Sophia. 'Ma'am' sounds old, and I am barely... 20 years old. My 25 year old daughter will attest to that..."
Amelia helped by placing cups of tomato-basil soup before us. It was hot and delicious. Next was a bowl of spaghetti with beef marinara. I've never had this dish before, but it was very tasty. The main course was Grilled Lamb Arrosticini with red peppers and white toasted bread seasoned with olive oil.
Amelia opened a bottle of Montepulciano wine and poured it in our glasses.
I licked my fingers, and the girls giggled. Amelia commented, "Honey, you can have more if you want."
"Girls, I am so full, I think I'll explode soon. However, my tummy reminds me that such a delicious food is a once-in-a-lifetime thing."
Sophia mumbled, "I don't know who gave you that idea. As long as you are nice to my daughter, my dinners are yours whenever you choose."
I moved from my chair, bowed to Amelia, and murmured, "Pretty lady, may I offer you a shoeshine?"
She smiled at her mother, "Mom, he earned another dinner."
Sophia reminded me to continue sitting at the table - Dessert was coming next. The choice was between a big piece of Tiramisu and spumoni gelato. Tiramisu was one of my favorite cakes, but my stomach started complaining, so I took the gelato.
When we were done, I kissed Sophia's cheek and whispered in her ear, "Will you marry me?"
She chuckled, "You two started dating only a few months ago and you try to cheat on her already?"
I whined, "But your daughter will never be as fantastic a chef as you..."
She grinned, "Will, Amelia and I come as a single package."
As Sophia and I were bantering, Amelia leaned on her backseat and enjoyed the show.
I left at 10:30 pm, apologizing for taking too much of their time. Sophia reminded me I had an open invitation to visit and get a meal at any time.
...
After the successful evening, I visited them multiple times. I loved Sophia's cooking but was reluctant to burden her too much, so I timed my visits to early afternoons or late evenings. All three of us felt comfortable together and used to chat about life, relationships, and destinations we would like to visit when we had the opportunity.
Occasionally, we went to restaurants together. Twice, the 3 of us went to the movies. I sat in the middle, hugging both ladies' shoulders.
Initially, Amelia and I practiced sex in my house, but one evening, both were very horny and had the first sexual encounter in her room. We tried to be quiet, hoping Sophia wouldn't know. However, before I left, the Mom smiled and said, "You and Amelia are adults now. If you want to go at it, do it." I blushed and blurted, "But your daughter can be noisy."
Sophia grinned, "Her mother also used to be noisy when she was younger and had sex. As long as the noises reflect pleasure and not suffering, I am all for it."
Following that evening, we felt more comfortable having sex in Amelia's room. Unfortunately, now and then, we forgot to close the door properly.
I still recall the time I was pounding her vagina mercilessly and noticed the door was ajar. It was too late to go close it, and I continued shoving my stiffy in and out. Amelia alternated between whimpering and screaming when I noticed Sophia's shadow by the door. I thought she'd leave, go to her room, and shut her door, but she stayed behind our door and slowly pushed it slightly open. As I was ramming her daughter's pussy, Sophia's face peeked inside, and we looked at each other. Then she sighed, closed our door, and went to her room. We did not mention what happened to Amelia.
...
Our lives progressed well for a year: Sophia was contented with her job as a part-time nurse, Amelia received a nice year-end bonus at the pharmacy, and I got promoted, now having 8 employees under me in our landscaping company.
One day, I got a frantic call from Sophia, "Can you come to the hospital? Amelia had a bad car accident. The surgery team is working on her as we speak."
I rushed to the hospital and found Sophia with tears in her eyes, "I do not have any details yet, but the operation started 2 hours ago. Somebody tried to bypass another car at the intersection and hit her side. All I know is there is major damage to her pelvic and left thigh areas."
I hugged her, "I am sure everything will be fine. God will never let such a pretty girl suffer too much at a young age. Sophia, we may stay here for several hours. Shall I bring you coffee or a snack?"
"I am not hungry. In my heart, I am praying she'll be OK soon."
An hour later, the doctor came out of the operating room. After verifying who we were, he said, "The blood loss is being replenished. The good news is that she is stable now. However, both her pelvis and femur broke in 3 places. I realigned the bones, inserted metal pins, and added casts both above and below. It means that for several months, she'll have to be in bed with certain parts of her body hung to give the fractures a better chance of perfect realignment."
At least she was safe, but the notion that she'd be stuck in a weird position in bed for months was devastating. I glanced at Sophia, "She is probably sedated and getting powerful pain meds. Let's go home now and be back early morning."
She stared at the doctor. He agreed it was a good idea. I drove her home. While inside, I told Sophia, "I want you to eat something while I make tea for us."
She answered in a monotonous voice, "I am not hungry."
"Lady, I'll make you a sandwich, and you eat it like a good girl. Amelia is not here to protect you, so you better do as I say, or I'll have to force you!"
She smiled, "Will honey, I know your intention is good, but I am just tired."
"I noticed you didn't eat anything since morning. If Amelia had a problem that would disappear in one day, not eating wouldn't be so bad, but she'd stay in an orthopedic bed for months. You must have the strength to be cheerful when your daughter wakes up. She'll need your help keeping her mood up. If you don't eat, you'll be weak, tired, and not in the right mood to encourage Amelia to be positive about the complicated days ahead."
Her eyes explored my face, "I guess you are right. Please make me a simple ham and cheese sandwich with green tea. In the meantime, I'll shower."
I made the sandwich and tea and went to the bathroom door to tell her everything was ready. I heard her crying inside. I waited for 5 minutes, letting her vent her frustration about the new situation. Her cry increased, and I called behind the door, "Sophia, please, come out. Your stuff is ready. Afterward, if you wish, we can cry together. Tomorrow, I want you to be cheerful and happy for your daughter."
"I'll be out soon."
