I wake up with a slight jolt. It is dark. I hear my lover, Bex, breathing deeply beside me. Where am I? Oh, yes, I'm at her mum's summer cottage in Cheshire. And I feel all sweaty. Yesterday's temperatures were rather high for this time of year despite the overcast skies. Even now the room is an oven as I'm sure it must be past midnight. I check my phone: Couple minutes past 3 am.
I turn and let the glow of my phone give me a view of Bex. She is lying on her back, the sheets down past her thighs. Her white V-Neck top covers her chest as her hand rests on her bare stomach. I watch her hand rise and fall with each deep breath, so peaceful, so virtuous and pure. The light from my phone dims and fades out along with her ideal image, lost in the darkness of the English Countryside.
It was just a few short hours ago that we had made love in this very bed. It brought a smile to my face because the bed was so small for two women, me 5' 7" and Bex 5' 8". Tall girls, I thought to myself, but so thin and small bone structure, delicate as the ferns and moss she showed me growing in the nearby woods we walked through yesterday after dinner.
Dinner... Susie... her mum... another culinary lesson I enjoyed. Again, while her daughter, Bex, was busy washing dishes to set the table for us, her mum, Susie, helped me prepare the food. "Tonight, we are making haggis neeps, and tatties," she said. She gave me the neeps and tatties, or turnips and potatoes which I took outside to wash in the basin and peel and cut on the stone counter next to it. Well, attempt to cut anyway. Within a few minutes I began to berate myself with my clumsy efforts and my unkind words reverberated out over the grassy slope and echoed back from the surrounding hills, filling the late afternoon with amusing cacophony to all the wildlife hidden nearby.
And then, like the last time we prepared dinner, she was there. I didn't turn, but I could smell her scent as she stood behind me. And yes, her hand touched mine. Susie guided the knife I held so smoothly and efficiently. I just let her take over. My thoughts returned to the patio table just a few yards away where moments ago I was making sweet love to her daughter, Bex. I'm almost certain Susie, her mum, was watching us. I closed my eyes and felt the slightest pressure of her leg on the back of my thigh. I let my feet move farther apart and wanted her leg closer, up between mine. I wanted it to grind my sex from behind. As we cut the veggies, I wanted her to feel how excited I was underneath my shorts. I wanted to unzip them as I did an hour ago with Bex and...
"That's good, dear. See you're getting the hang of it," Susie commented on my emerging culinary skills.
My mind was many miles away, but her words woke me up.
"Uh... thanks, mum, er, Susie."
"Whatever you call me, turns me on," she whispered in my ear.
And now when she stepped back to return to the kitchen, I did feel the absence of the pressure from her leg. Oh my god, she was rubbing into me! I didn't turn but kept on cutting away. Almost fainting! She's such a tease! Bex's mum!!! Fuck!
Thus, while we all sat at the dinner table, me beside Bex, I again kept stealing glances at Susannah across the table. But our conversation remained proper, well, for 3 girls in the countryside at least. And after dinner we all sat outside on the lawn chairs, drinking more of that lemonade Bex had made, with generous amounts of vodka added. We all were wishing to view the stars, but the skies never cleared up and the night remained hot and muggy.
Bex wanted to go to bed, so we each gave mum a kiss goodnight. I thought of giving her some tongue, but... I resisted and followed Bex inside.
And now it's a couple minutes past 3 am and... oh, I hear that squeaking from last night, again! I quietly slip out of bed and feel the silk pajamas Bex gave me to wear move against my thighs and upper body. I open and close our door. I turn and... see a light coming from Susannah's room! As I pad down the hallway like a cat, her door is slightly opened. With my cat curiosity and some silly courage added, I peer into her bedroom.
I see Susannah lying naked on her big bed. Her left hand held her phone up to her face as I saw her right hand hidden in the deepest furry patch I have ever seen. Not wildly overgrown, just thick and lush, like I imagined a mature woman would have. And it was naturally blonde! Much, much lighter than Bex's. Oh my god, I'm going to pee myself, I'm so excited. But I feel so guilty spying on her mum. Fuck! And what is she looking at on her phone!??!!
The squeaking which was undoubtedly her bedsprings(!) had stopped. After a few moments, I felt the courage to softly knock.
My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to die.
Silence... then... the unmistakable sound of sheets rustling.
"Come in," she said in a demure voice.
I slowly push the door open flooding the hallway in light. I turn toward her bed but keep my eyes on the floor.
"Oh, Shy, please come in and shut the door."
I do as I'm instructed, and then lift my eyes to the bed... Susie, is sitting up, her back resting against the headboard. She is wearing a black mesh bralette that left no imagination as to the size and shape of her breasts. They were as full as Bex's but just a bit smaller, not much.
Her legs begin pushing the bedsheet down to her ankles.
"Ah, it's so hot tonight, not sure why I even need a bedsheet," she said.
"Oh, I'm sure you were trying to hide something," I suggested.
Susie just stares back, "Come on up here and tell me what you are thinking, Shy."
I hesitate for a brief moment, then walk over to the edge of the bed and climb up. I sit down near her legs, propping my body up with a hand by her knees, my legs bent, my other hand resting on my hip.
Susie examines my body, "Oh, that's the lovely sleepwear set I bought for Bex on her twentieth birthday last year."
Yes, the pajamas I am wearing are lovely. Made of silk the color of a deep rich red with black graphics depicting Asian scenery. The top is sleeveless, and the bottom has a drawstring that I cinched extra tight to enhance my small bum.
My eyes move up her bare legs, "Yes, they are cute, and the silk feels so soft."
"Cute?? I think they are sexy," Susie counters with her amazing blue eyes.
Now my eyes rest on her panties, also black mesh, bikini cut style, almost no coverage. Oh my god, I feel like a perv looking at her. I try to think of something to distract myself.
"How did you pull your undies on so quick?" I ask rather nonchalantly.
"Let's cut the games," Susie requests.
"Did you take pictures of me and Bex at the gazebo?"
"Yes."
"Does Bex know?"
"No."
"Why did you take those pictures?"
Susie wastes no time in explaining. "Dear, you two are a lovely couple. I couldn't resist. And I'm sure at some point I was willing to show both of you how pretty you are kissing each other."
"And having sex the next day on the patio table??" I'm a little angry.
"Well, I think you were well aware by then of my secret. And Shy, having sex outdoors is rather exhibitionist wouldn't you say? This is my estate, and you can't fault me for finding two young women so uninhibited a turn on."
Her explanation seems more than reasonable, my anger dissipates.
Susie continues, "And not to make excuses for what I did, or to make you feel sorry for me, but honestly, I haven't had sex in almost 2 years. When Becky started to mature in her late teens, I became aware of how attracted I was to other women. And she talked about you all the time to me on the phone when you two were at Uni. And when you showed up here to visit for a week, and I first laid eyes on you... I thought you were someone I have fantasized about. Like, what does Becky call you... ultra sexy?"
I turn my head, almost wishing Susannah hadn't said those words, but also feeling my lust for her return. And her story was making me emotional as my eyes begin to water. Susie notices and moves closer to comfort me.
I feel her hands on my bare shoulders, "Please don't cry, Shy."
I bite my lower lip, "But I love Bex." my voice trembling.
"I know honey, and the last thing I want to do is take that away. You two will always be my daughters, beautiful lovebirds, mating forever. And... I know you have a separate lust for Bex's mum, for me."
I start to cry, silently, the truth of her words, surround me. And knowing she understands my secret lust for her makes me feel good.
Then she whispers in my ear, "And I know you were playing with yourself looking at my selfies in my bed, right here."
With that, I turn my head and kiss her fully on her lips. Susie lets out a beautiful sigh and sucks my tongue into her mouth. Her hands run up and down my silk top, pressing hard over my soft breasts each time. When she stops, I take the initiative and suck her tongue into my mouth. And then we both draw back to catch our breath.
"Is your kitten wet?"
"Yes," I answer quietly.
"Good, because someone interrupted mum's playtime about 30 minutes ago. And just sitting here talking to you has made mine only wetter," Susie replies, and then quickly adds, "Let's 69!" in a hot steamy voice.
I lay back and watch Susie pull down her sexy black mesh bikini panties. My hands reach for them, but she tosses them up by the pillows. Then she lifts one leg to straddle my chest and reaches down to untie my pajama shorts. With one swift motion she unties the drawstring and grabs the waistband. The silk allows them to slide easily under my bum cheeks and Susie continues to push them down to my ankles. I assume the frog leg position, bending my knees and lowering my legs outward keeping the soles of my feet touching with the pajama bottoms wrapped around my ankles.
I was now looking up at her thick fur patch which I briefly caught a glimpse of earlier peeking through her door. It was an amazing light natural blonde. It moves above my head as she positions her face over my sex mound. Her hands curl under my thighs as I raise mine up and around hers. I feel her fingers brush my outer lips.
"Ooh, Shy, I see I'm not the only one who is wet," her voice a sweet, soft melody in the night.
And I didn't have to tell Susie how wet she was, her juices were literally already leaking out, practically dripping onto my lips. My hands squeeze the back of her thighs lifting my face ever closer as her liquid treasure drips into my open mouth. My tongue finds a few precious drops and wants more. My eyes fix on her blonde bush and soon I am kissing her wet petals.
"Susie, you have a lovely kitten," I giggle.
Susie was too busy to answer as her tongue was moving up and down my slit. She spreads my lips with her index finger and thumb. I feel the night air on my exposed inner flesh.
"You have a lovely bright pink vagina, Shy," she whispers.
