My Son, My Lover
Once again, I must apologize for not posting the final chapter of this story of this tale until now. I am just now getting back to my writing after my illness. Please enjoy.
One morning, during the first week in June, we heard a knock on our door. Since I was nursing Raymond in bed, my father put on a pair of pants and answered the door. I heard him talking to someone and then invite them in. When Raymond was done nursing, I put him down in the bassinette, and slipped into one of my father's undershirts, because they were long enough to reach mid-thigh on me and went to see who our visitor was.
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my father talking to a man with long grey hair, a long grey beard, and dressed like the photos I had seen of the people who attended Woodstock in 1969. When they saw me, my father introduced me to Delbert Suggins, the husband of the married couple who had been living in the converted garage house next door during the summer months.
Father then told me that Mr. Suggins had just informed him that our property had never been divided into three separate plots a Florence had told us. The old Hippie had explained to my father that what we had purchased was the entire property and not just the house as our realtor had told us. It seems that the late Mr. Conrad Booth had never legally subdivided it because he was a miser and saw no need to do so. He had been collecting rent from Mr. Suggins and the Ball sisters, who lived in the other house for nearly fifteen years. He told us that old man Booth was a bit of an eccentric and used to chase the young people from the beach with his double-barreled shotgun, scaring them half to death.
My father then interrupted him, and said, "Delbert, if you are getting ready to ask me if we will allow you to live in the garage house since we now own the property, the answer is yes, and unlike your 'old friend', I will not charge you any rent."
Our guest looked like he was going to faint, and finally thanked my father more graciously than I have ever seen anyone. When he finally calmed down, he said, "Is it alright if we move in this week?" My father told him he could and shook Mr. Suggins's hand. When we finished our coffee he left, driving an unusual looking light blue foreign car that my father said was a 1974 Citroen DS.
About three days later, I was sitting wearing only a long skirt on our porch in an old rocking chair my father had found in the attic, nursing Raymond, when I saw Mr. Suggins's Citroen pull into our driveway followed by a 1970's vintage VW Microbus painted psychedelic colors.
The French sedan pulled up in front of the garage house, and the VW pulled up in front of the other building. Mr. Suggins and an older looking woman with waist length grey hair, wearing a long multicolored dress got out of the Citroen, at the same time as two younger women wearing pastel colored maxi dresses got out of the microbus, and when our new neighbors saw Raymond and I on the porch, they all came over to our house.
First, Mr. Suggins's introduced his wife Leona, who I noticed as she got closer, was a beautiful woman that appeared to be about the same age as my late mother, but was much kinder and warmer than Mother ever was. We immediately bonded, and when Raymond stopped nursing, I handed him to her and he snuggled into her arms.
Next, the two younger women, who appeared to be in their early thirties, introduced themselves as Alicia and Gracie Stewart. They were both tall and slender, with ghostly pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and waist length straight jet black hair. I knew before they told me that they were twins from the way they looked and finished each other's sentences. They both seemed happy that my little Raymond seemed to bond with them as well.
When I told them that, unlike their previous landlord, we had been friendly to the locals who spent time on our beach, and that we had designated the area, 'clothing optional', the sisters got very excited.
About then, my father came out of the house, and after I introduced the sisters and Leona to him, I handed our son to him and said, "Daddy, would you watch Raymond for me? The girls and I are going swimming." As soon as our son settled into his father's arms, I took off the skirt that was the only item of clothing I was wearing while nursing, and said, "Come on ladies."
Alicia and Gracie took off their dresses and laid them across the porch rail, and the three of us walked naked down to the ocean. When we got to our cove, we walked into it our little lagoon, holding hands, and when we got to the center with the water waist high, I put my arms around them and kissed them each passionately.
When they both shared their tongues with me, I reached under the water and slipped my index fingers into their vaginas, and said, "We are going to have so much fun this summer." Alicia then stuck two fingers into my vagina while Gracie grabbed my boobs, and they both giggled as they nodded.
Then we swam out past the breakers and body surfed back to shore. We walked onto the deserted beach and lay down together. As the sun dried our bodies, I asked the sisters what they did for a living. Gracie said, "We are artists. We do charcoal figure studies of each other and sometimes people we like. We also paint with oils and watercolors."
Alicia then said, "Sometimes we stretch canvas on the floor of the main room of our place. Then we cover each other's bodies with different colored paints and roll around on the canvas, sometimes making love. When the paint dries, we choose interesting parts of the canvas, cut them out, stretch the pieces over frames, sign the paintings and sell them as abstracts."
We looked at each other for a while, and then started to kiss and fondle each other. We ended up in a triangle arrangement with each of us licking and fingering one of the other's vaginas. Whenever one or more of us would orgasm, we would change positions.
I don't remember how long we pleasured each other, but eventually we all had given each other several orgasms. As we rinsed off under the shower under our deck, Gracie said, "If you would like to come over to our place sometime, I would love to sketch you and your son. I think that a woman breastfeeding is one of the most beautiful things in the world and would love to capture it." When we got back to the porch, we didn't redress.
Alicia and Gracie took their dresses and went back to their VW to unload and move back into their place, and I walked into the house where I found my son fast asleep in his bassinette and my father taking a nap in bed.
I climbed in bed next to him and took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked on it until he became fully hard and opened his eyes. I climbed astride him and lowered myself on his erection until we were totally connected. He smiled and asked, "Did you ladies have a good swim?"
I nodded, and we enjoyed a pleasant lovemaking session until we both came together and fell asleep, still connected. The rest of the summer was filled with what the hippies if the 1960's used to refer to as 'free love', and our new neighbors soon became intimately acquainted with our friends on the beach.
