Castillo. Day Thirteen. Sunday.
The hangover should feel worse. Last night's party and games involved a certain amount of inebriation and an equal amount of sex. Yet, even as my mind stirs to wakefulness, I don't feel too bad. Dry mouth, weird breath -- a slight ringing in my head that slowly subsides.
I rise from my bed and shuffle to the bathroom -- all is quiet. I take care of business, undressed, then return to the upstairs hall. My eyes wander to the open room doors. I shake off the confusion and make my way to the closest door past mine -- my sisters' room. I lean into the doorway, using it to support myself, and stare at their beds.
Bed. Singular.
My two sisters are huddled in Stacey's bed; Heather is spooning her older sister. All the covers have flown off so I can bask in their glorious nudity and embrace. Light snoring comes from one of them.
The sight is both tender and erotic. I resist the temptation to come in and wake them, but I do decide that I'll snap a picture, if I think about it when I return to my room.
I step back into the hall and look towards the end. The partially open door leads to my mother's bedroom, where she and Dolores retired together last night. I can't not peer in, at this point. I walk towards the door and carefully push it open.
There they are, on the large bed, both asleep. Dolores' sight hits me first; she's on her back, sheets over the lower portion of her body. Her breasts stick out from her chest -- clear confirmation that she had work done on them, not that it was in question.
My eyes dart left. My mother, Jane, lies naked on her front. Her beautiful buttocks are exposed for appreciation, her legs slightly tilted to put emphasis on her derriere. I stare at it for a long moment, quietly. Then, I creep into the room, next to the bed.
I want to touch them.
Clearly, I'm still slightly under the influence, I tell myself. Better leave. So I withdraw.
Yet, moments later, I'm back from my room, snapping a gorgeous picture of the scene from many angles. There's no movement on their ends -- sleep still grips them tight. Satisfied with my images, I step back, but my eyes wander to an object sticking out from under the bed.
A pink dildo.
My mind immediately races to the possibilities, and I almost fall walking backwards into the doorway. Luckily, no incident follows as I return to my room and close the door, locking it -- after also securing some images of my sisters in the same position as before. Quickly, I transfer the images from my camera to my secure server.
Only then do I return to bed, allowing my state to lull me back into partial slumber.
A SHADOW LOOMING OVER ME stirs me to wakefulness. I open my eyes and stare up at the form of Dolores -- not quite naked as she's wearing a bath robe, but it is open all the way so I can see her delicious figure.
Without a word, she climbs into my bed, on top of me. Her warm sex pushes against mine; I moan gently. She shuffles back and forth against me, the folds of her sex gently stimulating my manhood to its own rise. As I begin opening my mouth, Dolores puts one finger on my lips. She leans down, kissing me.
When I'm good and hard, it doesn't take too long, she lifts herself slightly up and makes me penetrate her. My moan is louder than before.
- Good morning, Grant, she whispers to me.
- Dolores, I...
Again, she shushes me.
- Your mother is sleeping soundly. Even if your sisters should wake up, I don't think they'll interfere. Am I right?
I nod silently in agreement. She lets the bathrobe slide off her shoulders, now fully nude. Her ride on top of me is gentle, loving. Our eyes are locked in to one another's stare. My hands move to cup her breasts and I gently massage them. All is quiet in this morning as we make love. I let her take charge -- every so often, she leans down and we kiss again. The back and forth of her body over me provides the most wonderful sensations on my shaft. Then, she begins to bounce slowly up and down, and I feel myself pulling out of her, then back in. Her rhythm keeping is amazing.
- Tell me when you're about to come, she whispers to my ear after a long kiss.
As she carries on, the tension rises and, within a minute, I feel the pressure at the tip of my shaft. So I give her a knowing glance.
That's when she stops -- I skip a breath as the tension hangs there, letting me linger in my desire, pressing down on me so I can't just thrust up. She lets the sensation wind down.
- ...fuck, I whimper. That's mean.
- No it's not, she says. You'll like this.
Only when the tension is fully down does she resume the stimulation; it only takes a few moments for the excitation to rise again. I moan harder than before.
- Sometimes, she says, if you hold it in, it's even more intense later.
- Devilish Dolores...
She is all smiles as her hands come to rest upon my chest. Her movements on me are quicker now and her face is shifting due to her own rising pleasure.
- Grant, she whimpers in kind.
I decide to take charge and thrust up. She internalizes a small scream. We move in rhythm, passionately reaching our respective climaxes. I hit mine first, groaning as I feel the pressure release, shooting up inside her sex. My warmth triggers her own orgasm which she again keeps vocally inside, though her mouth is agape for a long moment.
A moment later, she lies down on top of me, exhausted -- I'm still hard in her but not for long.
- Thank you, Grant.
- ...Dolores, fuck. Love you.
- I know.
She slides off me gently, to my side, resting her against my chest.
- Still so warm in me, she mutters.
I don't answer; the moment is magical and I don't have yet the will nor the energy to interrupt it. Dolores's hand caresses my skin as she eventually speaks up.
- It was a great party last night.
- It was.
- I think your mom had a breakthrough.
I don't answer, relishing in the moment. Dolores, however, has things to share with me.
- I could see she was back at a younger self in her mind, Dolores adds.
- That's good.
- Feeling appreciate, loved... sexy too.
- My mother is very sexy, I reply.
Dolores caresses my lower belly.
- I'm really glad you think so. It's important to her.
- That I find her sexy? I ask.
- That the kindest man in her life considers her to be more than just her value to him.
The commentary raises an eyebrown, but Dolores quickly explains.
- Right now, Grant, you're the only man in her life.
- Ok?
- And she sees the way you handle yourself, and she's so proud of you.
She's told me so several times.
- And she's a bit jealous of all the attention you get.
- She wants the attention? I ask.
- No. But she wonders how she can compete with it!
I close my eyes and smile.
- She doesn't need to. She's my mother. I love her.
- You love what she's becoming?
I decide to inquire on that, this time looking straight at Dolores.
- What is she becoming?
- A woman again. Not just a provide or a mother. She's becoming someone with needs -- emotional, physical, social, psychological -- needs that she can now meet because she doesn't have to fight so much.
I don't need to know the answer to my next question, but I want to know.
- You had sex with her last night?
- Well...
Dolores blushes a bit.
- She wasn't quite up to returning the favor but... yes. I helped her have some fun.
- And now, you're in bed, with me. After we had sex.
- Yes. Is that a problem?
I grab her chin and kiss her.
- No. Not at all. If it's not for you.
- Grant... I love you. I want you. I want to be with you.
Her words are clear as crystal.
- I'm ok with selling my house. I'm ok with sharing you with these other women. I'm even ok with whatever is happening between you and your sisters. And I'm ok with rekindling a friendship -- a passion -- lost to me for many years. I love your mother. I love Jane.
- I know you do. It shows.
I decide that since sincerity has become the way for me (at least in most things), I can afford be direct.
- What will my mom think of us though? What will she think of you and her at the same time?
- Your mom is more progressive than you think.
- No, I think I'm getting it, I state with directness. But there's always a chance. And, as convincing as I can be, if there's one person I don't want to sway in an inappropriate direction, it's Jane.
Dolores leans in against my lips and kisses me.
- I don't think you could even if you wanted.
Her confidence surprises me but I don't have the desire to debate it. We indulge in this intimacy for a while, until Dolores rises from my bed.
- I'll head back to your mom's bed. And Grant?
- Yes.
- Just let me know when I can start the procedures for selling my house.
- I have a thought on that which may make your job easier there.
She trusts me implicitly, but before she leaves my room, I talk to her again.
- I have plans for the afternoon so I might not see you again before I leave -- well, maybe for lunch.
- It's fine, Grant. We take the time we can.
I TAKE A LONG SHOWER that day. I feel amazing from Dolores' tenderness this morning so I bask in that sensation. While I'm in there, both my sisters come to use the bathroom. Neither disturbs me, although Heather pops her head behind the curtain so I splash her face with water.
I don't stay around for breakfast; it's already late anyway, though I kiss my mother on the cheek, grabbing her arm and rubbing it as I exit. She barely speaks, still in the haze of the morning after (drink and pleasure), but her smile is beautiful and free.
I check my messages to confirm my afternoon appointment, then hurry out to my destination. I need to find Lily -- Dolores' daughter. I have her address. That's all I need, theoretically.
I remember her from when I was younger. She's the same age as my sister Stacey -- two years older. Not often, Dolores and her family would come around to our place. We'd play slip and slide in the backyard. It was before the divorce, obviously. I do my best to recall the details as they might be relevant to my conversation.
Dolores and her husband split when I was twelve, or around -- Lily would have been fourteen. Girls were still gross at the time so I paid her very little attention, though I do recall a summer with swimsuits and burgeoning adolescence, but I might be confusing with Lily with other girls from the same time. Stacey and Heather had lots of female friends that I could spy on when I was around that age.
I realize I don't really know the reasons behind the divorce other than they weren't in love anymore. It's my fault for not asking Dolores for clarification -- and also for being overconfident about my ability to fix things, perhaps regardless of circumstances. I definitely have a bias in favor of Dolores, and not just because I am sleeping with her. At least, I don't think that's the only reason.
