The first sounds I hear are the lovely songbirds. Their musical voices coming through our open bedroom window. Then the soft, warm summer breeze. And the smell of lilacs that I recall Bex had gathered from the nearby hills surrounding her mum's cottage that I have spent the last three days. She had placed the freshly cut flowers in a porcelain vase yesterday and their fragrance was pleasant. As is her own scent lying next to me.
I listen intently for a moment and recognize the House Sparrow, the Magpie and the Greenfinch with its green and yellow feathers often seen in the countryside.
I reach for my phone to check the time... Wow, 11 am already! I guess we were up late last night. I smile as that memory flashes pass my eyes. Ah, yes, we did Bex's fav position, the 69. She was on top and had me squirming underneath with all her attention on my kitten. I tried to match her, but she always pleases me first, watching my body undulate like a skiff on stormy lake with several orgasms before she released her hold on my thighs and let me concentrate on her wet kitty with that lovely dark blonde fur patch above it. Even now in the late morning I can still hear her soft meows as her expanding O consumed her slim body, her sounds joining the now present songbirds outside our window.
The memory fades as sunlight washes over our stirring bodies, giving us the energy to greet the new day.
Bex rolls onto her back looking up at me sitting next to her. Her hand reaches out to caress my arm. I look at her naked body. Underneath the surface there is so much love she has to give me. Her tangled blonde hair frames her blue eyes. She smiles as I continue to watch her wake up. Each knowing the rhythm of the other. Letting the morning sunshine warm our naked bodies.
"What time is it?" she asks.
"Already past 11 am, Hunni," I reply.
"Oh my, what did we do last night?"
I look down at her with amusement. We both laugh.
"Come on, let's get up. I'm sure your mum is downstairs waiting with breakfast already made," my tone upbeat and cheerful.
Bex jumps out of bed with the vibrant youthful spirit she has and pulls something from under her pillow. Then we both walk down the hall to her mum's room where the shower is located. Her door is closed, and I open it and take several steps into the room before I notice her mum, Susannah, getting dressed. With her back to us, bending over to pull up a cute pair of red lace bikini underwear that I remember seeing on the first day we arrived here. I suddenly stop, but Bex bumps into me before I can enjoy the sight of her mum's goodies.
Susannah completes pulling up her panties and turns around, "Oh, good morning, girls."
Still topless and us naked, Becky goes over to kiss her mum.
"Thanks for letting Shyla borrow these," Becky says as she hands over the black mesh panties.
Becky continues into the adjoining bathroom and turns on the shower.
Her mum looks to me, and I smile nodding my head.
"Everything is ok Susie. I told Bex and she's happy that we had sex," I happily report.
"Well, I knew my daughter would be understanding," and she walks over to kiss me on the cheek.
"Come on Shy, the water is getting cold already," Bex yells from the shower.
I continue into the bathroom and feel Susie's eyes on my back.
As I pass the threshold to the bathroom I sense, literally and figuratively, our newfound acceptance of our desires for each other and appreciation of what our evocative bodies can and will provide to each other. I believe we all have reached that utopia, a shared ideal place where our fantasies can come true. And so, I leave the door open, open as our relationship, open as our minds, open as our love for each other.
Bex is standing in the shower with her chest all soaped up and she beckons me with her finger. I slowly walk over and step into the shower. She lifts my hands up against the shower wall as the water dampens my long brown hair, and presses her sudsy body over mine, kissing me with abandoned restraint. She rubs her soapy white skin on my light tanned skin as her mouth remains fixed on mine, deep purposeful kissing. As the hot water rinses our bodies, Bex turns and adjusts the flow to a small soft stream.
"I've been having intimate feelings for my mum," she says. "I feel she has the same thoughts about me but is afraid to act on them."
"I know, Bex," I reply.
"Would you be my mummy, right now? I need it..."
"Yes, my little Becky, let me wash you like when you were little."
We face each other and watch the bar of soap turn in my hands. I set the soap back on the shelf and feel the shower water softly lands around us. My hands move over her adult body, but I see her as my little daughter. Feeling her mature body, but thinking she is a little girl. Holding each slim arm and rubbing them till a white lather appears. Getting my hands under her armpits, hearing her voice giggle like a little girl, then having her stand under the slow running water, using my hands to remove the lather. I have her face the wall, placing her little hands above her head. She turns to watch her pretend mum retrieve the bar of soap and fondle it. Then I begin to clean her back. A rich lather develops which I use and cup her small bum cheeks. Rubbing them my hands easily glide over her small curves and one slips accidentally down between them. Little Becky sighs as my soapy hand continues to her kitten.
"Yes, mummy, I like that."
My hand moves over it, over her fleshy folds, hearing her purr under the soft shower stream of warm water splashing on our backs. I feel her fur patch but imagine she is smooth like me. I hold my soapy hand under the shower water to rinse it then I insert two fingers into her tight vagina.
"Oh, mummy, what are you doing?"
"It's ok dear, mummy wants to make sure everything is clean."
"Ok. It does feel good."
I continue to move them in and out as my thumb presses down on her little clit, moving in circles.
"That's nice, mummy. I feel a tingling in my body and my legs and arms... are..."
"Your little arms and legs are growing weak with excitement. Telling you something wonderful is about to happen."
"Ok, mummy. I love you."
"I know, my babygirl. Mummy always wants you to feel good."
I move her wet hair and kiss her exposed neck. She turns her face; I kiss her cheek. She presents her mouth; I kiss her wet lips. The slow water stream adding an extra element of excitement.
"Becky, dear, can you reach around and spread mummy's cheeks. I want to feel the shower on them."
"Yes, mummy!" And I feel Bex's hands pull my bum cheeks apart and then the warm water pelting my rosebud and trickling down over my labia.
"Oh dear, mummy is feeling funny too."