"Adrian, stop trying; Mom won't do it! She was devastated when Dad left with the young floozie and said she wouldn't do it. Ever."
"It's time to push harder. She is still young and attractive. Time is not on her side, and the longer she waits, the more difficult it will be to find a good man."
"The other day, she told me men do not want a loving, dedicated woman. They look for young meat."
"Olivia, that is so untrue! Men like sex, but that is not the only attraction. Having a good companion is very important. Age is much less critical. In fact, I know several people who would rather befriend older women. For example, Macron, France's president, married his former teacher, who was 24 years senior, and they have lived happily together for many years now."
We had this discussion at the local bar. Olivia already consumed two beers, and I had three. It wasn't the first time the subject came up. This time, it started because I saw Margot, her mother, crossing the short distance from the bathroom to her bedroom wearing only panties and a bra. She looked great. Not great for her age. GREAT!
Olivia has heard me talk about her mother before. She knew I was right, but after multiple unsuccessful attempts, she was ready to let go, at least for now. I was more attuned to Olivia's feelings at her house and avoided discussing the subject there. However, after seeing Margot's fantastic body and drinking three beers, my mind refused to give up, "Women are so wrong thinking that all men chase spring chickens."
She stared at me with glazed eyes, "Macron is French. Here in America, men only look at young women. We have more pedophiles than in any other country in the world."
"Pedophiles are sick individuals and are a different story. When I see an attractive woman, her age doesn't matter. I find Jennifer Lopez, Elizabeth Hurley, and Diane Lane very sexy. All three of them are well into their 50s. If I am not mistaken, your mother is in her 40s..."
"She will be 43 soon."
"So?..."
"She asked me to keep it a secret, but I'll tell you anyway. She tried unsuccessfully her luck three times on match.com. She swore she'd never go through this ordeal again."
"What is she going to do when you leave the house? Stay alone for the rest of her life? It's having somebody to share the life with - Friendship, errands, travel, sex..."
"Mom said that sex with Dad started like gangbusters but diminished significantly after I was born. She is willing to give it up completely."
"I don't believe it. Everybody loves sex. If she didn't have the right partner the first time, she needs to look again."
Olivia and I continued chugging our beers, and neither was ready to change the subject.
"Look, what if I went on a dating site using your mother's name and pictures and did the initial selection? Later, I'll give her the pictures and data of the best candidates to make it easier for her to decide."
"Adrian, you are so stubborn! She would be offended if I even discussed this subject with you. She told me in no uncertain terms - 'No more sex for me. Period.'
I was too drunk to think straight, "Olivia, I bet I can change her mind and even convince her to have sex with me."
Olivia's face was reddish, her familiar drunken face, "You are nuts if you think Mom will have sex with you. I bet you she won't have sex with any man, at least in the near future, and especially not with her daughter's boyfriend!"
"Olivia, you are on."
"Adrian, you are going to lose big. When I win, you buy me the diamond necklace I showed you the other night. And what would YOU want in the remote chance you win?"
I tried to think, but my mind was dazed under the influence, "I want the three of us to have sex together. Menages a Trois was a fantasy of mine for years. So I'll have it with you and your Mom..."
Her throaty laugh was unexpected, "Honey, if you wish for a threesome with another girl, I'd consider it and perhaps would be willing to try it, assuming I was drunk and stoned, but with Mom - You are out of your mind!"
"OK, girl. Let's put it in writing."
I grabbed a napkin and scribbled, 'If I cannot seduce Margot during one month, I buy Olivia the diamond necklace. Olivia agrees to have a three-way with her mother if I successfully bed her. I signed and passed it to Olivia.
She chuckled, "In one month, I'll have my diamond. Thank you, dear." She signed and handed me the napkin. I put it in my pocket.
We left the bar fifteen minutes later.
...
I met Olivia two years earlier at a mutual friend's house. She was twenty years old. Her pretty face, friendly demeanor, and sense of humor attracted me. She told me later that she liked my kindness, smartass jokes, and... being handsome. We started going out weeks later and became inseparable after two months.
Initially, we had sex in the back of my car, but soon, we recognized it wasn't the best option. My parents were too conservative to approve of us living together unless we got married. We weren't ready to take the plunge yet. Olivia suggested I'll move my stuff to her house. Her mother wouldn't mind if we stayed in her room.
I met Margot, Olivia's mother, a month earlier and liked her. She was nice, polite, and never bothered asking intrusive questions like other parents often do. When Olivia offered me to move to her house, I said there was a big difference between feeling comfortable with somebody for two hours at a time and living under the same roof. I told Olivia I didn't want to intrude on her mother's privacy.
She gazed at me and said, "Come to my house tomorrow at 7:30 pm, and we'll talk to her."
The following evening, I brought Margot a bouquet of fresh roses. She looked at me funny, "Young man, it's not my birthday yet. Any specific reason I get a present?"
Olivia laughed, "Mom, I offered him to move his stuff to my room so we can live together. He was reluctant to do it because it would bother you. I said we should talk about it. He wanted to be in your good graces, so he bought you flowers..."
Margot laughed, "Adrian, you didn't have to do it. I like you, and if Olivia wants you to move in with her, that is fine."
She smiled, and then smirked, "On second thought, I am not so sure about it yet. If you promise to bring me a dozen roses for my upcoming birthday, I may be more inclined to agree..."
I hugged her, "Margot, you are wonderful. Thank you. I'll pay the rent and help around the house."
Margot stared at Olivia, and she smiled and nodded, 'No.'
Margot turned to me, 'Adrian, post my divorce, the settlement left us enough money to live comfortably. You do not have to pay anything. However, I expect you to help me put stuff on the higher shelves and lift heavy loads when I arrive from the supermarket."
I grinned, "Thank you, ma'am, and you won't regret it."
Three days later, my stuff was organized in Olivia's ample room. She was in classes until the afternoon, and I worked as an EMT with varying shift schedules. On average, I did the morning shift three times a week and the evening shift twice weekly. Nights I did about once or twice a month.
Life was good. When I worked in the mornings, the three of us ate dinner together. When I had the evening shift, I mostly ate breakfast and lunch with Margot, then went to work.
Both Olivia and Margot had pleasant personalities, and we got along well. We chatted about politics, America's declining influence worldwide, history, and... gossip. I shared only with Olivia my concerns about Margot needing a mate.
Our sex life was enjoyable. Olivia had three partners before me (At least this is what she admitted to.), and within a few months, we felt comfortable experimenting with oral, vaginal, and even anal sex. However, I felt uncomfortable with the sounds Olivia made during our sexual encounters - Two weeks after our cohabitations; I was sure Margot got familiar with Olivia's screams. The more advanced our sex became, the neighbors' ears were another issue...
