The next at a late breakfast Neve told them of Yvonne's message, 'she didn't say exactly what time she would arrive or even what airline.' She reached over for a piece of toast and started to butter it.
'I'll check the flights, there can't be that many into a small provincial airport.' He started a search on his phone and after a few bites of brioche, Digby announced, it was most likely to be a 2 p.m. arrival.
'We'll hire a car,' Guy told them, he then phoned a car hire firm, 'can you drop it off here,' and gave the name of the village and the road. 'Only for the one day, you can pick it up from here the same time tomorrow.'
Guy spoke excellent Italian;
He studied Latin at school, it was extra-curriculum, it helped him with French, Spanish and of course Italian.
'How come you've never studied Portuguese,' Neve asked?
'I can read Portuguese but can't speak it, it's very much like Spanish,' then took a bite out of his toast, 'how'd you find last night,' Guy asked?
'I survived.'
'Surely it was better than that, you had at least two orgasms
'I'm surprised you two didn't stay for more.'
Digby snuggled down in his chair, playing on his phone.
'We never planned to, surprised it even happened, weren't we? Guy looked over to Digby who took another bite of brioche and mumbled a reply of agreement.
'So, which one of you walked into the wall?' Neve asked.
Guy laughed, 'both of us if you want to know.'
Digby threw his phone gently onto the table, 'do you know which of us was on the left of you and who was on the right?'
'No, it doesn't matter, we all know incest occurred, everything else is just details.'
Digby asked, 'what do you think Yvonne will say?'
'Do we tell her, we could always go back to plan "A",' Neve answered.
'No,' Guy stood up and stretched, 'we're all into this and that means my dear mother, anyway she'll enjoy it.'
'How do we go about it, same as Neve,' Digby asked?
'Yes, if she doesn't want to join us, she stays outside our little circle, another thing from now on no swimming costumes, total nudity, agreed?'
Neve and her son Digby both nodded their assent, 'she'll soon come round,' Guy insisted. 'After breakfast we'll have time for a swim, and we'll talk about our arrangement in the car.'
They had a swim, in the nude and nothing happened, because for all their bravado they were all pensive. they weren't sure how Yvonne would react to their new arrangements.
Neve was still towelling her hair, missing the hairdryer as they arrived at the airport, it was small, and the parking was cheap, sure enough Yvonne arrived at two just as Digby had predicted.
Yvonne was the first off the plane but had to wait for her baggage, the two boys rushed up to her to help with the luggage, 'a suitcase, cabin bag and a small bag to go under the seat,' Yvonne announced, 'I just don't know how long we'll be here and it was so difficult to decide what to pack.'
'You won't need swimming costumes; the pool is very private.' Digby told her.
'So where do you boys go when Neve and I are swimming.' She was serious.
'We don't go anywhere they spoke at once, we're the lifeguards, don't want you to drown, do we?'
Yvonne looked at Neve, 'okay Neve, what are they up to?'
'We're not up to anything, it's part of the rental contract we signed, lifeguards and nudity.' Guy answered.
Yvonne was gradually coming to accept that they were only half joking, 'we'll talk later, eh, Neve.'
Neve smiled, 'it's true I'm afraid, they can be quite insistent.'
'Harumph,' Yvonne responded, 'oh I'm sorry about my late arrival, did it er, make things awkward?'
'I'll tell you all about it when we've had a drink and a bite to eat.'
Yvonne was given a tour of the villa, her bedroom was on a corner, on the north side of the villa. After she had been shown around, they had a late lunch, it was conducted in silence for the most part, Yvonne wanted desperately to talk to Neve in private.
'I've booked a table for nine, hope that's okay?'
'Seeing as you're the only one that speaks Italian sufficiently well enough, I've no objection, Digby replied.' He wished sometimes Guy would ask them for their suggestions, he looked around to the two ladies, they looked to each other and indicated they were okay with nine.
Neve stood up, 'the men's turn to clear up she announced, I'll help Yvonne unpack.' It was a subtle way of keeping them out of the way while she chatted with Yvonne.
As soon as the door was closed Yvonne blurted out, 'well?'
'You're not going to like it,' and told her how the boys had coerced her into having sex with them both.
'Can't we just revert to our original plan,' Yvonne asked, 'it seems the obvious thing to do.'
'Sorry but Guy says same rule for you as for the rest of us, you're going to have to make love to them both.'
Yvonne was aghast, 'how come he decides everything?'
'Don't ask me you're his mother after all.'
'What if I say no?'
'Then I'll be very busy, despite spending most of my time on my back.'
'Neve, it almost sounds as though you want to keep them both for yourself.'
'On the contrary, I don't think I'd have the stamina to take the two of them every night, I also think they'd be able to do it more than once, the only reason I managed was that they wanted a quick in and out session. If you understand what I mean, they didn't want to push their luck.'
'Tell me how it panned out?'
'I lay on the bed, curtains closed, no lights on, it was truly pitch dark. Totally naked of course.'
'I heard the door open, the corridor was also in darkness, now if I'd have left a light on, they would have closed the door and holiday over.' She shrugged her shoulders.
'Do you regret it?'
'Not now I've done it, no!'
This seemed to make up Yvonne's mind, she looked thoughtful, 'I'll think about, how soon do they want an answer?'
'They won't expect anything the first day, so I'll be the entertainment for tonight, you just relax but I'm sure it'll be tomorrow, oh, another thing, two orgasms, that's not bad you know, now time to get ready, should we?'
They decided to drive the hundred yards to the restaurant, they discussed the merits of the food and wine other than that there was minimal conversation.