"Stephen and Samantha? Really?" Sophia Prester arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It's been two years for Samantha, and Stephen is a good looking young man."
"You're being very philosophical." Bernice Prester took a sip from her cup of cocoa. She was sitting at her desk, laptop in front of her. Her mother's face dominated most of the screen in the maximized Skype window. The copper tressed beauty was wearing a white silk robe tied loosely enough to display a lot of her impressive cleavage, her teen daughter was wearing a grey sweatshirt and blue shorts, as she usually did around the house.
"No real choice in the matter." Sophia shrugged. "I'd have preferred it otherwise, but they're both adults and we didn't raise you three expecting to make your decisions for you. Thanks for keeping me in the loop though."
"De nada." Bernie waved her free hand. "If I'm ever seduced by an older woman, or man, I'm sure someone will let you know." Sophia tossed back her head and laughed freely.
"Why, darling, I didn't know you swung that way." Bernie blushed, the red tone contrasting with her auburn hair.
"I don't... dammit, Mom, you know what I mean." Finally she too laughed.
"I know, dear. I know." The redhead's smile was infectious. "Anyway, I have to get back to your father. We're here for another five nights, and then we've got two weeks in Ireland."
"What do you plan to do there?" The older woman giggled, rising to her feet she imparted a shimmy to her hips that set the robe in motion. "Well other than that." Bernie rolled her eyes.
"Oh, see the sights, meet interesting people. I'm sure we'll keep ourselves busy." Sophia slid a finger across to close the video chat. "Love you, honey."
"Love you too, Mom. Bye."
Closing her computer, Sophia let her robe slither off her shoulders, down her pale back, and over her shapely hips and buttocks. Leaving it crumpled on the floor she walked into the bedroom. John was waiting for her.
*****
When Stephen Prester awoke he was greeted with a faceful of blonde hair. That was no surprise, he had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around his lover. Samantha Dalton, his neighbour, and mature initiator into the intimate arts, pressed her naked body against his, fitting together like two spoons in a drawer. For a moment he savoured the sensation of her fitting against him, her slim athletic body against his chest, the firmness of her full buttocks against his belly, but something was amiss.
The confusion that accompanied his awakening began to clear, and he realised what was wrong. When they had fallen asleep the previous night, there had been only two people in Samantha's bed. Now there were three.
Behind him a stranger slept, as close as his embrace of Samantha, and just as naked as the couple. As his sleep addled brain began to function correctly, he began to piece together details. The shape was female, thankfully. Large breasts pressed pleasantly against his back, and he could feel the softness of her thighs against his buttocks. He tried to turn his head without disturbing either of the women, hoping to identify the interloper. "Oh, fuck!" He mouthed silently.
Jet black hair pooled on the pillow, and though he couldn't see the woman's face he recognized her instantly. "Esther." He mouthed again. "Oh, fuck!" She was the daughter of Samantha's first lover, Helen, the emerald eyed enchantress who had ravished them both the day before. Stephen had only met the girl in passing, but the teen, almost her mother's twin, wasn't easy to forget. Smitten as he may well have been, he couldn't have imagined waking up beside her so soon. How could she be there? Helen's house was a fair drive from Samantha's. Even if she'd driven over, how did she get in? Did she have a key? His mind aflame with questions, too tense to even enjoy being sandwiched between two beautiful, curvaceous, women, Stephen lay there, the minutes passing slowly.
*****
At long last Samantha's eyes flickered open. Her body ached pleasantly from her exertions the previous day, but relaxing in Stephen's arms was both soothing and arousing. She ground her hips back, feeling him harden against her curves, then turned slowly to face him, wondering if he was still asleep and she could, "wake him the best way". She muttered a soft curse as she realised he was awake, but for some reason he seemed unable to move. "What is it, sweetie?"
Stephen nodded backwards, and Samantha raised her head to peer over his shoulder. "Oh." Her lips moved silently, as she slumped back. "Where did she come from?" She asked soundlessly. Reading her lips, Stephen offered the barest shrug of his shoulders in response. He had no idea either. The blonde tapped her lips thoughtfully, then placed her finger against his in a shushing action. Regardless of their unexpected guest's presence, Esther was asleep, he was hard, and she was both hungry and horny. The blonde slithered down in the bed, gently kissing her way down Stephen's muscular chest and flat belly. Rearing from its nest of short wiry hair, his thick shaft had her mouth watering in anticipation. In the darkness under the covers she parted her lips, sliding them over the boy's sensitive head. As she did so she slid a hand between her own legs, her fingers in intimate contact with her moist, quivering, flesh. A wicked thought flashed through her mind, and as she began to alternate sucking and licking Stephen's proffered organ, she let her free hand travel over Stephen's hip, to caress the hips and buttocks of the young woman behind him. Naked. Completely naked. She felt Stephen tense against her as he realized what she was doing, and she felt his hand on her forehead, cautioning her. Samantha withdrew her hand, concentrating on the pleasant task before her. He was right of course. Even though, in her experience, a girl crawling naked into someone else's bed meant her intentions were not honourable, Esther was still asleep, and the situation complicated by the close relationship she had with Helen. A relationship much closer than the one she had with Stephen's mother.
*****
Stephen bit his lip to keep from crying out as Samantha brought him to his peak. It had been barely four days since the first time she'd taken him in her mouth, but now every motion of lips, throat, and tongue, seemed perfectly synchronized to bring him to his knees, draining him of strength. Rope after rope of his cum erupted from his body, and he felt the constant movement of her tongue as she swallowed every shot.
*****
Samantha's body shook as she frantically fingered herself to orgasm. His cock, the young virile cock that had brought her so much pleasure over the last few days, wilted slowly in her mouth, his taste heavy on her tongue. She was so close... there...
The blonde slowed her breathing, luxuriating in the languid daze that accompanied her climax, resting her head against his thigh, feeling his fingers run lightly through her hair. At length she slid up again, into his enveloping arms, kissing his lips lovingly. She offered him one of her fingers, wet with her juices, and he licked it clean. She cleaned another herself, then offered him the third. She was startled when a soft slim hand took her wrist, Esther drawing the finger to her own mouth. Green eyes held Samantha's blue as the young woman cleaned the finger thoroughly, then traced delicate lines across the blonde's palm with her tongue. Samantha wanted to pull away, but her body wouldn't respond to her commands. The girl was so much like her mother.
Stephen rolled onto his back, Samantha resting on his chest, for a better view. Esther's actions were those of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, but he wondered how she'd made such a decision after five minutes sharing a bottle of fruit juice. For wont of anything better to do he slipped his right arm under Esther, bringing the two women closer together.
