Romancing his Girlfriend and her Mother
Shy Lanni is helped by her mother and by 38 y.o. Gwendolyn.
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Organic-Self-Sufficiency-Paradise — erotic romance
The story takes place at Jivarn's organic-self-sufficiency-paradise. It is a place where serenely isolated and remote mountains sweetly encircle a sun-soaked meadow, and here, everything for beautiful organic-self-sufficiency living, wondrously comes from nature's local resources.
Including; organic gardens~adobe dwellings~hewn tables~crafted woven garments~steel items~glass windows~plant-wax candles~paper~herbal birth-control~and many other crafted essentials.
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Story Characters
Jivarn - 21 years-old
— Jivarn's craftsgirls with him at his organic-self-sufficiency-paradise.
Gwendolyn - 38 years-old —
(shares dwelling with Jivarn)
Lanni - 19 years-old
Calesha - 37 years-old —
(Lanni's mother)
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Chapter One
With the sun sitting overhead in golden magnificence and the soft-blue sky floating luminescently above the broad meadow, Jivarn gaily strolled on the well-worn path beside the meadow stream. Brilliantly coloured, dancing wildflowers abounded in every direction, and a joyous twinkling of his eyes showed his excitement.
Where the meadow reached its distant edge, the sky merged seamlessly with the distant surrounding mountain peaks. The mountains themselves, sweetly snuggling the mellow meadow in a mountainous cradle.
Jivarn had just finished having a pleasant chat and herbal coffee with Gwendolyn. For a moment he fondly reflected on their friendship: Gwendolyn was a lovely friend and a great craftsgirl. He smiled; happy that their age difference of her thirty eight years to his twenty one years didn't effect their friendship. It was a pleasure in every way to have her share his adobe dwelling with him.
Jivarn's focus came back to the reason he was on the meadow path; he had no pressing jobs for the afternoon and that left him free to make an important visit to one of his craftsgirls.
Deeply breathing in the pure air of his organic-self-sufficiency-paradise meadow, Jivarn let himself dream about what had him stepping forward in eager anticipation.
Jivarn walked the wildflower path because he was seeking Lanni's nineteen-year-old sweet pussy. And he wanted all the love that would come with Lanni's pink-flower. He wanted to love her and be loved back. Sweet, sweet Lanni; comely and beautiful with luscious curves that were everywhere they should be.
Lanni had a sweet innocentness and Jivarn loved that about her too. He knew Lanni and her mother were very close, which was nice, but he also felt somewhat worried about how Lanni would transition from being her mother's girl to his pink-flower-doll girl.
So this walk would be the first stage of seeking Lanni's pink-flower. He was visiting Lanni's mother because he wanted her blessings to take her daughter's panties off. And oh, did he want to take Calesha's daughter's panties off!
Alone in the wildflowers, Jivarn paused and parted the overlaps of his crafted mid-thigh length, golden-yellow hip-wrap, releasing his throbbing erection and drawn-up balls. He smiled at the contrast between his suntanned body and his un-suntanned white orgasm-giver.
Turning himself in slow revolutions on the pathway, he imagined Lanni's juices coating, bathing, and emollienting his solid pumped romance-organ.
Ummm, to have Lanni's nineteen-year-old pussy take his length.
He flung his arms out horizontally as he increased his twirling speed and the sun shone radiantly on his whooshing organ. "Yes, sweet Lanni, this is for you," he jubilantly exclaimed.
Jivarn had practised so he could control his ejaculations—he'd be giving Lanni some exciting rides! But first was the talk with her mother. Sliding his pumped erection back into his hip-wrap, he continued on towards Calesha and Lanni's adobe dwelling.
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Calesha and Lanni's place sat snuggled in a tree-bordered clearing a short distance from the stream. Their dwelling was a thick-walled adobe construction, hand-built by Jivarn, as were all the buildings at his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency-paradise.
Jivarn's orgasm-giver still throbbed desirously with thoughts of Lanni as he approached. He had chosen this time because Lanni was working in the crafting-room for the afternoon.
Knocking on the front door, he soon heard the soft patter of footsteps approaching, the lifting of the wooden latch, and then the hewn door opened to a smiling Calesha. As always, Jivarn thought Calesha looked great, and in her own way, she was as lovely as her daughter.
In an appreciative glance, Jivarn's eyes took in her curvy form in the crafted pastel-yellow frock, hemmed with a wide ruffle of white lace, which floated down to and around her mid-thighs. Jivarn felt quite sure that Calesha had a bit of a crush on him; she was certainly nice and friendly to him.