Helping Her, Saving Me Ch3
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I thought it might be difficult meeting Belinda after I'd spent most of the day ravishing her older daughter, but I should have known better. I think she'd given it some thought that day, and she handled it perfectly.
When I came into the kitchen Ellie was standing near her mother. They'd obviously been talking -- Ellie presumably giving her the edited highlights of our time together. Both of them were naked. Both the stuff of fantasy -- Belinda with her mature, ripe, full figure with the aura of confident sexuality, Ellie with her toned, perfect, smooth young body and yes, a slightly dreamy, dazed aura.
Belinda held out her hand to me. "Come here."
I walked over to them a little nervously. But as I approached, she put one of her arms around my shoulders and the other around Ellie's shoulders and brought the three of us close together in a circle so our heads were touching in a group hug.
"Now listen," she said. "I'm so glad this has happened. Ellie tells me it was everything she hoped for, and I'm so pleased. I thought it would probably work out, but you can never be sure, and I'm delighted."
She paused. "The one thing I don't want to happen is any jealousy or awkwardness because of this, OK?"
Ellie nodded, then spoke. "Thank you for letting me have this time with him, Mum. It was... just wonderful."
"Would you like it to happen again?" Belinda's voice was gentle.
Ellie looked up at her. "God, yes, of course... but I couldn't do that. He's your... boyfriend. Your... man."
"No," said Belinda. "If he wants, he can be... our man."
I kept silent. Although this obviously affected me, this was a conversation that was primarily between Belinda and Ellie.
Ellie was hesitant. "But... I think you really love Rob, Mum. You've been so happy since you got together. I couldn't... I should find somebody of my own."
"And I'm sure you will, one day. When you're ready. But you shouldn't think that by doing this I would love him any less, or resent you in any way. When you were born, do you think I loved your Dad any less? When Jessica arrived, did I love you any less? Did you feel your father was incapable of loving all three of us?"
Ellie was quiet for a minute, processing this.
"Are you... sure?"
"Very sure."
Ellie turned her head slightly to look at me. "And do you think you could... do that? Both of us?"
Belinda laughed. "I think we can see the answer to that already."
I followed her eyes. So did Ellie, who stifled a giggle.
Despite its taxing day, my cock was pointing eagerly upwards.
"Sorry," I said, more than a little embarrassed.
"Don't be. It's very flattering. Isn't it, Ellie?"
Ellie blushed, but nodded.
"So, I guess the only immediate question is, who's going to take care of him now? Do you want to take him back to your room, Ellie? While I fix something for dinner?"
Ellie hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "I'll do dinner Mum. I've already been so... I've had a lovely day already."
"You sure, darling?"
"Yes... you go. And... thanks Mum. Thanks to both of you."
Belinda kissed her daughter. "No need to thank me, darling. As long as you and your sister are happy, that's the only thing I need."
Ellie's brow furrowed. "And what about Jess? We'll have to tell her, won't we? I don't want her to feel... left out. I don't want to keep secrets from her."
"Of course we'll tell her, darling. Next time she comes home. She can make up her own mind. I think we probably know what Rob's answer will be."
With that, Belinda slyly tapped my cock, which bounced happily downwards and then back up again.
"Mum!" Ellie was a little shocked at this blatant act of intimacy.
"What? I often used to tease your father like that... you must remember seeing me do it."
Ellie blushed again. "Well... yes. But... it still feels a bit weird, seeing you do it so casually like that."
"I think you'll get used to it. You touch him now, while I look. I dare you."
"Mum!"
"Go on. Give him a squeeze. Then I'll take him upstairs and we'll see you for dinner in about an hour."
Somewhat reluctantly, Ellie reached out and shyly encircled my cock with her fingers. I groaned involuntarily.
"Mmm. See -- he likes it."
Ellie licked her lips, a tiny dab of her tongue and then it was gone. She squeezed me again. Then Belinda firmly reached down and removed her daughter's hand.
"No, I think we agreed it was going to be
my
turn. And I have to say, I'm quite looking forward to it - so you get on with dinner, young lady. There's some chicken in the freezer, so why don't you do us a curry?"
"All right."
Belinda kissed her daughter again. "I'm the luckiest mother in the world."
"You're the best. Now take him upstairs before I... get really slutty in front of you."
"We're going," she said. "The spices are in the rack. Not too much curry powder this time, sweetheart."
"I know!"
Belinda started to lead me upstairs. I was starting to think this was how a prize bull must feel, being led from paddock to paddock to service the expectant females. Was I complaining? You can probably guess the answer to that.
Half way up the stairs Ellie called out again. "Mum! Rob!"
"Yes darling?"
"Um... could I ask one thing though? For later?"
"Of course you can, sweetheart."
"Could Rob... sleep in my room later? Not for... sex, I'm not sure I could, even if he was able to... which he probably wouldn't be... but... I was thinking how nice it would be to... wake up beside him. Just once."
"Yes, darling. You can do that whenever you like. We'll work something out -- and it is lovely, having a man there beside you all night and there when you wake up. Now -- get on with the dinner!"
Ellie did a mock-salute, smiling, and returned to the kitchen.
Once we were in her bedroom, Belinda turned to face me. She was laughing quietly.
"I'm pretty sure you didn't imagine anything like this when you came here for the first time, did you, Rob?"
"No," I said. "Not in a million years. I'm not sure I believe it now."
Belinda knelt in front of me, my still rock-hard cock directly in front of her. "Of course, if you ever change your mind... we'll quite understand." She delicately ran her tongue along the underside of my cock. "It's a big responsibility, being the man of a house like this."
I groaned.
"And I know you've already had a very full day with Ellie. How many times did you come with her?"
"Three. I think."
"Mmhm. Lucky girl. And where did you come?"
"Twice... inside her. And once... in her mouth."
Belinda took me in her mouth, sucking me with delicate and skilled enthusiasm. Then she withdrew, my cock glistening with salvia. She stroked me with her hand again.
"Lovely," she said. "Does my daughter give good blowjobs?"
"Very good... but not as good as yours."
She kissed the tip of my cock. "Good - I probably shouldn't be so vain and silly, but I admit to feeling just a teensy bit competitive with my daughter. And three times is quite a lot to come, isn't it? If I was to make you to come a fourth time after such a busy day ... I'd be really quite proud of myself."
And with that she renewed her efforts, sucking me with an intensity and single-mindedness that was impossible to resist. Belinda was really something special when it came to oral sex -- it was like an act of focused worship that was flattering and deeply exciting.
"I'll do my best," I managed.
She paused again briefly. "I know you will. But... I wouldn't put too much store on Ellie saying she doesn't want any more sex tonight. I'll bet you anything that when she gets you into her bed later she's going to be greedy for more of the same. But... you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it, won't you?"
She rose to her feet and then pushed me gently back onto the bed. She straddled me, and I could feel the hot wetness of her on the top of my leg as she positioned herself to slide down onto me.
"For now," she whispered, "you just worry about fucking me and filling me up with your lovely hot cum."
**
A few hours later I was cuddled up with Ellie in her bed. I felt -- quite justifiably, I think -- rather exhausted. Ellie was reading a book which she held with one hand, her head resting on my chest. Her other hand absent-mindedly stroked my cock and balls. Every now and again her hand would move a little and she'd stroke the top of my legs, my hips, or my stomach. But not for long. Her hand was drawn back to my groin as if that was the natural place for it to belong.