Olivia licked her lips and smiled shyly as she caught Maithri's dark eyes, her friend was smiling too, although there was no sign of embarrassment. Rather the girl grinned proudly seeming fresh from her conquest. This subtle interplay continued as the two women quietly prepared breakfast. It had been Olivia's idea, she wanted to surprise her mother, after their early morning encounter.
Everything was basically ready, they'd made pancakes with some special freeze-dried fruit Olivia had been saving for a special occasion. They both sat down and waited patiently, Maithri scooted her chair a little closer and put her hand on Olivia's leg. "What do you think is taking so long? Your mother is usually far more punctual than this." She asked, sliding her hand sneakily up her friend's thigh.
Olivia didn't mind the attention, no matter what their arrangement, Maithri's persistent fawning still made her feel like an indulgent older sister. Her thoughts shifted to Marcella, admittedly she was becoming curious herself, it wasn't like her mom to hang around in her room after the sun came up. "Well I can tell you she definitely isn't masturbating." Olivia murmured sweetly.
Although a nagging doubt caused her to shift uneasily in her seat. Maithri seemed to take this as an invitation and suddenly her small brown hand was wrapped snugly around Olivia's crotch. "Oh, is that because you
took care of her
yourself this morning, or because you made her promise not to touch herself?" Olivia snickered, at her own audacity, then snorted at her friend's temerity.
Maithri squeezed Olivia's vulva almost playfully, and to her chagrin it caused her to flush in more than one location. She started to wonder if maybe she shouldn't have told Maithri
everything
she'd talked Marcella into. Apparently not particularly interested in her answer, Maithri looked into Olivia's eyes as she gently rubbed her middle finger up and down her friend's slit.
"I'm glad she's... occupied. It means I have a little more time to have you all to myself." She brought their faces together in an instant, and then they were kissing uncontrollably. Olivia couldn't even understand what had come over her, she was kissing Maithri back just as ferociously. Perhaps it was the way the girl's finger was toying with her clit.
Maithri hopped sideways into her lap and slowed down, her kisses becoming more tender and strategic. Olivia could feel the intense smoldering heat of her friend's cunt pressing heavily into her tingling lap. She reached around with both arms and grabbed Maithri's firm ass, pulling her closer and squeezing until the girl moaned into her mouth.
The sound of the tap and the free flow of water interrupted their wild moment. The eyes of both girls snapped open, Maithri actually squeaked, her body going stiff and her crotch going cold. Olivia felt a similarly chilling sensation, but there was something else too, an answering flash of anger. The serrated edge of her choleric reaction was slightly dulled by the sight of Marcella.
Her mom was dressed in a way that instantly reignited her flickering arousal. Standing with her back to them both, gazing out the kitchen window as she drank deeply from a glass of water, Marcella was wearing an elaborate full set of exotic lingerie. Snow white, delicate ephemeral lace, tiny pearl accents. The white thong went all the way up to her waist, sheer but somehow hiding everything important.
A white garter belt circled her upper hips, its four straps holding up pale silvery stockings. There was a matching topless bustier, and she was wearing a bra, but when she turned around it was revealed to be the balcony kind, and her breasts were basically fully exposed. Putting down her glass, she raised both her hands and cupped them lightly.
"What? This isn't too much is it? I don't think it breaks our rule. Technically I'm still only wearing panties." She let her breasts drop, they gave one expressive quiver then lay still. She smiled winsomely and leaned elegantly against the counter, as though posing for a photo. She locked eyes with her daughter. "Do you like my lingerie? You've never seen it before, but this was the set I wore when I gave myself to your father, for the very first time."
The room became so quiet that Olivia had to glance at the wall clock to make sure that time was still passing. Her mom ran her hands sensually up and down both her thighs, casually adjusting the tops of her stockings and the straps of her garter belt, aligning them perfectly. "Sorry if I interrupted. I can come back... in a bit." Marcella murmured, turning slowly and starting to walk away.
"No, no! I'm glad you're here. This is good, no, it's better, this is exactly what you need." Olivia grabbed her mother's wrist and stopped her from slipping past their two conjoined chairs. "Stay... And watch us." She breathed, feeling her pulse quicken and her head lighten. Maithri squealed again, although it was unclear if it was caused by fear, excitement or just plain surprise.
"W-what?" Marcella's voice hitched. "What do you mean?" She asked, uncertainly. Olivia felt her body flooding with the full return of her confidence, this was perfect in so many ways. Her arm suddenly felt like the literal arm of a mountain gorilla, she pulled Marcella stumbling the rest of the way forward until her leg bumped into the chair closest to her and Maithri.
"Sit." She commanded. Her mom looking a little scared, slumped down into it, Olivia was still holding onto her wrist. She loosened her grip and softened her expression, trying to set her mom more at ease. "You remember just the other day mamΓ£e, you were talking about how much trouble you were having controlling yourself around us?" After a moment of contemplation Marcella nodded.
"Think about it. What better way for you to learn proper self control than being right here, right next to us, while we're... doing it." She smiled at Maithri when she said the final two words. Maithri grinned back, her trepidation seeming to have transformed into something else. Olivia could not help but admire her friend's truly unflappable cosmopolitan outlook. "And," She continued. "The best part is that I'll be right here, to keep an eye on you the whole time, to make sure that you don't touch yourself."
Marcella looked stunned, her mouth cracked open dumbly, she sat in silence for several seconds, then closed it with a snap.