Part 4 – A new addition to the family:
If there is one thing that I admire about Becky more than any of her other characteristics, it’s that she is kind. Not just showing empathy or being ‘politically correct’, she is genuinely nice to everyone (her stepmother Simone, however, does not fall into that category and should be filed under ‘work in progress’). Becky and I had been dating for about three months at this point, and I was falling more deeply in love with her with each moment that passed. I seemed to have been living permanently in her room in her father’s mansion in Forest Road, New Haven.
Officially, Hamish had suggested that I may want to consider ‘moving a few things’ into the guest room, which was a misnomer in itself, as there were five of them. The mansion had eight bedrooms in total all of which were ensuite. The master for Hamish and Simone, Becky’s (and by association, mine also,) Carter’s quarters were like a mini condo and were split over two levels taking up the east-most wing of the house. That allowed him the freedom to entertain separately, should he choose to do so, Hamish had told me.
Of course, we both knew that moving a few things in was a euphemism and he was trying to be discreet. Providing that his baby was happy, he cared not where I lay my head. Hamish was fine with letting us govern ourselves as young adults under his roof.
He believed that his freedom of exploration, expression and to a certain extent, self-determination by his adoptive parents during his formative years, had been instrumental to his becoming a well-rounded and productive member of society. He was willing to extend Becky and by proxy, me that same privilege.
Since the tumult of our first week together, Becky’s father and I had become closer. It was nice to have an uncle to talk with, something that I had sorely missed while I was growing up. Someone that could tell me tales of the mischief that he and my late father had gotten into when they were kids.
In that respect, I suppose that he became my surrogate father. It just so happened that he was my father’s identical twin; that did take some getting used to, I won’t lie. For the longest time, I had harboured such animosity toward my father, believing that he had simply abandoned my mother and me to fend for ourselves, I guess I couldn’t help but to project some of those ill feelings in the early days of our time together.
Of course, I would later discover that this was not the case at all. It was my mother who had kept him out of my life, in her way protecting me from any potential emotional trauma, I guess. The only knowledge I had of my father was what he looked like, and the fact that my mother and I struggled at every turn while I was growing up. I hadn’t talked with my mother about my father at any length.
I guess I didn’t want to upset her, so I formed my own opinions about him. Opinions which it would later transpire were mostly inaccurate or just outright wrong. Hamish had put me right on so many things, and I now had a deep respect for him.
When Mom had arranged to visit me in the dorms for Thanksgiving, I readily agreed. I had discussed everything with Becky and Hamish, and both he and Becky insisted that Mom stay with us, in one of the guest rooms. I was looking forward to finally clearing the air about my father and discussing things with her as an adult, now that I had all the relevant facts about him.
Becky and I were waiting in the arrival terminal of Tweed New Haven regional airport, and I could feel myself becoming more nervous as we watched the board announce flights coming and going.
“What’s the matter, Oli?” Becky asked me, giving my hand a little squeeze.
“I’m not sure how I’m going to break it to Mom that I’m not living in halls. And that I am sleeping with the adopted daughter of her ex-brother-in-law, who in turn it seems, has quasi-adopted his long-lost nephew,” It sounded so much more complicated when I said it out loud.
“It will all be fine. You’ll see,” Another squeeze of my hand coincided with one of Becky’s cheeky little winks that always seemed to soothe my nerves.
The flight information board clattered around and informed us that mom’s flight had landed and was about to disembark. We walked through the terminal and quickly found the arrivals area for mom’s flight and waited. Before too long, I saw mom through the people that were making their way through the terminal. Mom was easily six inches taller than most of those around her and with a shock of shoulder-length platinum blonde hair that was completely natural, I pointed her out to Becky.
“Ahhh, she’s so pretty,” Becky exclaimed happily. “And tall?”
I caught the observation and questioning tone in her voice. As I mentioned before, I consider myself thoroughly average in every respect, save for the undeniably beautiful redhead on my arm that, truth be told I still couldn’t quite believe was so into me. I was so very much in love with her, and that love was deepening with each passing day.
“Yeah, you can say it,” I joked, feigning a wounded pride.
“I got the shitty end of the stick in the genetics lottery. Quasimodo’s looks and height, or lack thereof.” I grinned wryly.
I had always envied my mother’s height. A native of Georgia well into her late teenage years before moving to Idaho and college, she had never lost her country roots or her accent. She certainly hadn’t lost her sense of being forthright and sense of humour.
I realised that I’d forgotten to tell Becky about mom being a hugger, and a little larger than life. In her opinion, and quite deservedly so, in her own words ‘Life tested me, and I won… So, I’ll damned well be who I am ‘till the day I die.’ I love my mom dearly, but she was so, so, damned enthusiastic about everything, and loud to go with it.
I reached towards my mother, arms outstretched and hugged her tightly. I had missed her since leaving home for Yale, but I wouldn’t change a single thing, given the life I was now living. We embraced for an eternity, it seemed.
“Now don’t y’all get too close now, Oli; I’ve been on that darned airplane for three hours with busted air conditionin’ and I declare, I am ripe! Phee-ewww!”
I both grinned and grimaced at the same time. I was so happy to see her, but her first interaction with me witnessed by Becky was her discussing the state of her odour. As it happened, all I could smell was her light perfume, a scent that she hadn’t changed for as long as I could remember. It smelled safe. It smelled like home.
“It’s so good to see you again Mom. I’ve missed you.” I broke the embrace and stepped back a little and offered my hand to Becky, so she could come closer.
“Mom, I’d like you to meet someone very special to me.” I pulled Becky so she was more in front of me allowing her to interact with my mother more easily.
“Mom, this is Rebecca Smythe-Johnson. Becky, please allow me to introduce you to my younger-than-ever-looking mother, Hannah Johnson.”
“Oh, hush now, you’re making me blush.” Mom playfully slapped me on the shoulder. I enjoyed seeing her squirm a little. It was my revenge for all the times she’d done it to me when I was a kid. To my surprise, however, mom was blushing.
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Mrs Johnson.” Becky hugged mom for a three count and moved to pull away slightly. Mom however had other ideas and held onto both of Becky’s hands and regarded her.
“Well now, ain’t you a beauty? Purty as a Georgia peach,” my mother cooed, clearly impressed by my ability to snag a woman like Becky. Now it was Becky’s turn to blush slightly.
“Thank you, Mrs Johnson, you’re very kind.” Becky accepted the compliment with her usual humility and grace.
“Come on, mom. We’ve plenty of time to catch up in the car on the way home.”
I grabbed mom’s carry-on and her suitcase on wheels, then started towards the exit. Almost immediately, she was grilling Becky for information on me. Was I eating right, was I drinking enough, the usual fare for a mother that still didn’t seem to be able to cut that last apron string. Deep down, I was glad that she loved me enough to ask. The world was filled with plenty of people who didn’t care for the children they brought into the world.
Carter had ferried Becky and me to the airport in Hamish’s Mercedes-Maybach S-Class. The sumptuous cream leather seats were quite possibly, the softest seats I’d ever sat on. They kind of just, moulded to your shape and held you in place, like the perfect hug. Perfectly on cue, as ever, Carter pulled the car up to the door to the terminal and opened the rear passenger door for mom. My mother shot me a quizzical glance, as I had not mentioned anything about our living situation, or its opulence during our brief conversation when she informed me, she was coming to stay.
“Nice Uber,” Mom said, appreciatively. I saw Carter grimace out of the corner of my eye, and I thought I heard Becky give the slightest of giggles, but I wouldn’t swear an oath to that. Becky would never be so impolite in the company of my mother.
“Get in, mom. You’re going to love this.” That was all I needed to say.
The ride back to the house took us straight past my dorm building. A building that my mother clearly remembered when she asked why we weren’t stopping there. I shuffled around in the front passenger seat and looked over my shoulder at both women in my life, smiling broadly at them.
“Mrs Johnson, we’ve got a surprise for you. We’ve made erm, alternative, arrangements for your accommodation,” Becky said.
Seeing the confused look flash across my mother’s face, Becky immediately reached over and placed a comforting hand on her knee.
“Please don’t worry. I am certain that you will approve.”
“What are y’all plannin’ on?” my mother said, not the biggest fan of surprises but gracious enough to play along all the same.
“It’s a surprise, as I said.” I gazed into Becky’s eyes wondering how deep my love for her could get. I hadn’t realised it was possible to feel this, well, connected to another person, and yet every day, I fell further into Becky’s love for me. It wasn’t just the sex for me (which was sensational I must say,) this was the first time I had ever truly felt in love. And I wanted more. The thought of just where that journey was going to take exhilarated me beyond my capacity for words.
“And we’re here.” That was all I said to mom.
The car was pulling up in the driveway that sat in front of the house. A drive that could accommodate ten cars easily, fifteen with careful planning. I chuckled to myself as mom looked out of the window at the imposing façade of Hamish’s home. Her mouth was agape once again.
“Welcome home, mom,” I said gleefully. Searching her face for emotions, good or bad.
“Y’all live here?” She looked at Becky, then at me while simultaneously pointing at the house. Trying to figure out what was going on. “Now wait just a minute. Y’all got this fancy ride, and now this fancy house… are y’all tryin’ t’ punk me?”
Becky and I chuckled a little, but it was Becky that spoke first.
“No, Mrs Johnson. This is my, sorry, our home.” The look on my mother’s face will stay with me forever. Wide eyes and jaw on the floor. It didn’t happen often, and I relished the occasions when she was dumbstruck.
“Y’all are puttin’ me on! And would stop callin’ me, Mrs Johnson? Yer makin’ me feel old!” There was mock indignation in her voice. I caught it immediately, but someone with no experience of my mother’s foibles would miss it easily.
Becky shot me a worried glance, afraid that she’d offended my mother by being overly respectful. I knew what was coming next, so I just shook my head slightly and winked. “Y’all call me Helena, everybody else does,” mom said, smiling broadly at Becky.
Carter chose that moment to open the passenger door for the ladies and assisted them in alighting from the car. I hopped out of the other side and popped the trunk, retrieving moms’ bags. I closed the trunk lid and joined the rest of the party. Carter had gone ahead and opened the heavy wooden doors to allow easy entry. Becky went in first, followed by mom and I brought up the rear.
“May I offer you some refreshments, ma’am?” Carter asked politely. The question was aimed at my mother, as Becky and I had eaten just before we left to collect mom from the airport.
“Y’all ain’t puttin’ me on, are ya?” Mom said to both Becky and me. Once again, Becky stifled a small giggle and replied gently.
“No, Helena, we’re not. This is our home. My father holds the Chris Argyris Professor of Psychology chair here at Yale. I have a feeling that you’re going to get along famously.” Becky glanced at me and winked. I knew what she was thinking. We were both nervous about how my mother would react when she discovered that Becky’s father was her ex-brother-in-law.
“Well, that sure sounds fancy! And yes, I could eat a horse. What y’all got goin’?” My mother said, as ever to the point and no-nonsense.
“What would you like mom? Carter is a master in the kitchen.” I was trying to make mom feel as comfortable as I could. It had taken me a couple of weeks to acclimate to this opulent style of living.
“I’ll have something quick and simple. Y’all ok with making an omelette? And I would kill for an iced tea,” she said to Carter.
It was at that moment that I saw the look that was on her face. I recognised it. It was the same look that Becky had on her face the first night we slept together. A look of hope of what may become, and not just a little hint of lust lurking just under the surface, behind her eyes. I suppressed a small shudder. I didn’t want to think about my mother in that manner. It properly gave me the ick.
“I’ll take you up to the guest room mom, you’ll be able to spruce yourself up before eating.” Still carrying her luggage, I led her up the winding staircase to the upper level and to the guest room Carter had prepared for her that afternoon. Fresh towels and a fluffy white bathrobe sat on the dresser.
“Y’all are puttin’ me on, right? All this room fer ‘lil ol’ me?” Mom stood just inside the threshold of the room, taking in her surroundings while I placed her luggage on the bed for her to unpack at her leisure. “So, what’s the deal with that butler guy, Carter?” Mom asked, feigning innocence.
“He’s been the family’s valet for about twenty-five years mom. He does everything in the house, cooking, cleaning, maintenance and gardening, all sorts of things.” I took a breath to continue. “As Becky’s father is away until the day after tomorrow, and her stepmother is, mercifully, on a retreat in Canada somewhere, we’ve got the place to ourselves.”
“Hmmm. That’s good t’ know.” I could tell my mom was somewhere else in her head, scheming something. I dreaded thinking about where, and what.
“Do y’all think he might be interested in your ol’ mamma, Oli?” And there dropped the other shoe!
“I ain’t been with a man since yer daddy. And a woman has… needs.” I think (more hope, on reflection) that mom forgot that she was talking out loud, to her son… The look of horror on her face spoke volumes as she realised, she’d spoken her thoughts.
“Oh, my Lord! Oli, I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart! I don’t want my baby boy hearin’ his momma talk so. It ain’t decent.” I was trying my hardest to suppress a belly laugh, perversely enjoying her obvious discomfort.
“I think I’ll live, mom,” I said, trying to hide the huge grin on my face. I tried to be sensitive to her embarrassment, but I think the poorly hidden chuckles in my voice betrayed my true emotions.
“Carter will have finished cooking your food by now mom. Let’s go downstairs.” I didn’t like to waste food that Carter had taken the time to prepare. Besides, he was that good of a cook, and I needed an out for the awkwardness of the moment.
“My lord, y’all are right! Lead the way, Oli,” my mother commanded imperiously. Social faux pas forgotten. I had a feeling that the life of luxury may not take as long to become comfortable for my mother as it had for me.
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I led mom into the kitchen, just as Carter was putting the finishing touches to a Spanish Omelette with some fresh veggies and French Fries. I showed her to the table and pulled out a chair for her. As she sat, Carter presented the plate of food and moms eyes went wide.
“Y’all sure you ain’t prankin’ me?” Mom said, with mock suspicion.
Becky chuckled and assured her that everything was above board.
“Carter, would y’all like to set with me and chat a spell?” Mom said, kind of hinting that the ‘young‘uns’ should leave the room to the adults.
Before Carter had a chance to respond. Becky read the situation perfectly and suddenly announced.
“Oli, could you give me a hand upstairs, please? I need to move that furniture we talked about,” Becky winked at me and tilted her head a couple of times to indicate the exit to the kitchen, as she said it, but I had already divined the purpose of moms’ statement, given her earlier musings about Carter.
Carter had devoted most of his working life to this family and had no one to call his own as far as we were aware. It would do the old boy good to have some fun for a change, I reasoned. Then I remembered that it was the force of nature known as ‘Mom’ that he was contending with, and I said a silent prayer for him.
I followed Becky upstairs and into our room. Closing the door behind us, I spun Becky around and embraced her passionately. Our lips met and immediately our tongues were exploring each other. I raised my left hand and cupped Becky’s right breast firmly, massaging it beneath her sweater. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her responsive nipples poked up happily, in greeting. Armed with this knowledge, my cock started to twitch, and I suspect that Becky knew what was coming next.
I motioned for her to turn around and walk to the bed. I stopped her just short and helped her out of her clothes. In short order, Becky was bent over before me, naked save for her signature pair of black fishnet stockings. I squatted to allow better access to her delights and immediately, my tongue found just how wet she’d become. I reached around her waist so my finger could play with her clit while my tongue administered pleasure to her soaking-wet sex.
“Oooh yeah, baby. That’s it,” Becky moaned as I continued to pleasure her. Occasionally, my tongue would wander down the length of her taint and circle her ass. Just as she had that first night, Becky would go rigid for a moment before gasping in abject pleasure and relaxing once again. I serviced her labia with my tongue and would also occasionally suck one, or both into my mouth and suckle on them. This action often had a particularly interesting effect on Becky, and she had her first orgasm of the evening for me. Thick white cream dripped from her pussy.
“Fuck baby, you’ve got me so hot! I love it when you tongue-fuck me,” she breathed, heavily.
I helped her climb onto the bed and lay her face down. Becky automatically opened her legs to allow me access so I could continue to pleasure her with my fingers. With my right hand, the middle three fingers were rhythmically gliding in and out of her pussy slowly. After a few minutes, I swapped to my left hand, which was my dominant hand and provided the same service to her velvety pussy. With my right hand, I worked some of her wetness into her asshole and teased the sphincter with my index finger before gently pushing past the tight ring of muscle and then pressing down against the fingers buried in her pussy.
My fingers unified in a steady rhythm that soon had Becky pleading with me to allow her release. I was fascinated by her ass. I imagined how it would feel being in the soft flesh of her ass. It felt fucking sensational on my fingers, how good would it feel on my cock? I couldn’t help but be curious. Lustful thoughts of naughty anal play danced in my mind.
We’d not worked up to full anal penetration yet, she was worried I might damage her, and I had no desire to rush any aspect of our lives together. We had, however, been using butt plugs and lubes of all manner and various stretching techniques that would facilitate the process, when Becky felt that the time was right.
“Please baby, let me cum for you, I know you love it when I squirt on you.” The tone in her voice did nothing to hide the fact that she was so close to a huge orgasm. Becky didn’t squirt often, on the occasions that she did, it was usually because both holes were in use, and she was horny as all hell.
“Not yet baby,” I said in reply. Since we started dating, Becky had increased my exposure to edging. I was comfortable going for an hour or two now before the denial of release was too painful for me to contain any longer.
“I want you to enjoy everything.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her more upright into a kneeling position. My cock was hard and needed relief from the ache it was feeling. I reached down and held the head of my cock against the entrance to her sex. I rubbed the head over her lips, gathering up some moisture. Not that I needed much, I was a veritable fountain of pre-cum myself.
“Oooooh baby, it feels SOOO good,” Becky moaned.
I continued to rub the head of my cock over her pussy, making her writhe with pleasure. Gently, I pushed just the head of my cock into her and heard her now familiar sharp intake and then holding of breath. Even after all this time, my girth still made Becky wince slightly. I’d learned to take my time with stretching her. I withdrew and rubbed my cock on her pussy some more and tried once again. This time, no breath-holding, just a long, satisfied moan as I slowly slid into her, balls deep in one drawn-out, smooth action.
The feeling was as electrifying as the first time my cock had nestled inside her pussy in the summer house. For some reason, I always imagined I could smell pine each time my cock pierced her glorious pink pussy for the first time. Becky’s vaginal muscles clamped onto my cock almost instantly, as I felt the tell-tale shuddering and low moan coming from her.
‘So much for edging today,’ I thought. Secretly happy that she was getting the pleasure from me I so wanted her to have.
I was finding more and more that I was perfectly happy to just service Becky, and not expect anything in reciprocation. I picked up the pace with my thrusts into her, and before too long, I was close to cumming myself. Somehow, Becky always knew when I was close to the edge, and she seemed to be able to clamp herself just that little bit tighter, in preparation to milk my cock for all it was capable of depositing.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my tight little pussy. I know you love it.” I needed no further encouragement, as the mere sight of Becky on all fours was typically enough to get me close to climax. One thing about Becky that still intrigued me was the fact that she was so eloquent in polite company, and just talking in general. However, in the bedroom, she had a mouth that would make many sailors blush. I had to admit, it was one of my favourite things about her, next to her figure, breasts, lips… well, everything.
“Becky, I’m gonna cum for you baby. You ready?” I was panting slightly; my rhythm had increased tempo significantly.
“Oh, Oli. Cum for me. Cum in my pussy. Fuck me hard, Oli.” Each phrase increased in pitch by an octave as she spoke.
That was it. Those words worked every time. It was like Aladdin rubbing the Genies’ bottle. The Genie always must appear. Streams of thick cum rocketed out into Becky’s warm and tight pussy and she started to moan and buck. The sensation of me filling her with cum, coupled with the twitching and pulsing of my orgasm had made Becky cum again.
It was at that moment that my mother came into our room, unannounced and without so much as a knock on the door.
I reacted immediately, grabbing a large throw that was on the bed, more for decoration than any practical function, until now that is. The fabric managed to cover Becky’s modesty but did nothing to hide the sensual shape of her perky, perfectly proportioned little peach-shaped ass which was wiggling in the air quite merrily. Thankfully, it was a very large throw, with a similar tiger motif to Becky’s expansive backpiece tattoo. I managed to wrap a corner around my waist as I turned to face my mother. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do much about the tent my dick was making in the throw.
“Jesus Christ, mom! Don’t you knock?” As soon as I’d spoken, the harshness of my admonition to my mother had the desired impact.
Mom just stood there, mouth gaping. It took me a moment to realise that she wasn’t staring at me, but rather at my midriff. I suddenly became aware that I was still sporting a semi.
“Mom, please?” I begged her. Mercifully, she turned around before she spoke.
“I am so sorry to embarrass y’all like this, Lord knows I didn’t mean to. I declare I don’t know where to put myself!”
‘Outside’ was my initial thought on this matter.
It was all I could do to not laugh out loud. A muffled chuckle from under the throw that I now realised had covered Becky completely, informed me that she was finding this as comedic as I was.
“It’s ok mom. Don’t worry! You OK back there Becky?” I asked.
“All good here honey, happy as a clam,” was Becky’s quick reply. I grimaced, knowing exactly what she meant, and judging by the look on my mother’s face, so did she.
“What can we do for you, Helena? Becky asked politely and completely without shame or embarrassment.
“I’m awful embarrassed t’ ask, but do y’all have any, erm… y’know, women’s things? I clean forgot to put ‘em in my case when I was packin’.”
Ever since I can remember, mom had referred to sanitary towels and tampons as ‘women’s things’. I guess it was a generational foible. The curse of the menstrual cycle was still something of a taboo in the seventies and eighties.
“Sure thing, Helena. The top draw in my vanity, right side.”
As I said, Becky was very kind. Unbeknownst to me, Becky had grabbed her phone and sent Carter a 911 text for ‘women’s supplies’. Becky told me about her actions later that evening. Mom quickly made her exit, gushing apologies all the way.
I lay on the bed and unwrapped Becky. We looked at each other and laughed, hard. By this time, she’d rolled over onto her back and had been using the throw as a cover to hide the fact she was playing with her pussy with my mother still in the room. Taking fingers full of our combined juices and lapping them up. I could see that cum was still oozing out of her, pooling around her asshole. The sight made me rather aroused once again.
“Ready for round two?” I asked, mischievously, my cock begging to be sucked hard again. I pulled the throw over us both and gained a delighted squeal from Becky.
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An hour or so later and fully satiated, at least for now, Becky and I returned to the kitchen area to find that mom was deep into a conversation with Carter. As we walked through the door, they were both laughing heartily at a joke that one or the other had shared. I don’t think I’d ever seen Carter so much as smile broadly, so this was a refreshing change in his character.
“Your mother is delightful,” Carter exclaimed. “I think we may become fast friends.”
I looked at Becky and she looked at me. We shared a hope that Carter would be happy one day. Why not with a member of the family? We had both spoken at length about trying to get Carter out into the world and dating. Whenever either of us broached the subject with him, his stock answer was always simple.
‘I am happy to serve, Sir/Ma’am,’ so, seeing him so out of character and having a good time to boot, was a real bonus to us.
“I also took care of the little, erm, request you made earlier, Miss,” Carter said discreetly to Becky.
“Hey, y’all,” My mother said in greeting, waving at us to join them at the table. Becky and I had other plans however, it was fast approaching Hallowe’en and we had party preparations to make.
“Sorry Helena, we can’t stop. Oli and I have a ton of things to sort out for a little party that we’re throwing for some of our friends.” Becky was as eloquent as always. I still had trouble reconciling this beautifully spoken and eloquent woman, with the filthy-talking whore in the bedroom. It seemed to be so unlikely, not that I was complaining in any fashion. The dirtier the talk, the hornier Becky was, and that suited me just fine.
We walked hand in hand to the drawing room which was the scene of our first proper meeting. There we sat discussing strategies and plans and making notes on Becky’s tablet. I had decided to go as A Pilgrim and had already enlisted Carter’s assistance in procuring the perfect costume. It came as no surprise to me now that Carter was a decent tailor, on top of his other many and varied skills…
Before too long, the party was pretty much all planned, and the invitations were sent out via e-mail to those friends that we were inviting. I hadn’t noticed Becky’s face darken when she’d opened Outlook on her tablet.
“Becky, what did Carter mean, about your ‘request’?” I asked.
Becky looked up at me quizzically, clearly flustered by something.
“Oh, right! I asked him to pick up some ‘supplies’ for your mom. By the way, I forgot to mention something else to you Oli.” Becky looked worried, extremely so.
“I had an e-mail from an old girlfriend last night. We used to be roomies at college but lost regular contact when I came home to New Haven and Yale.” She reached out and grabbed the can of soda that was sitting next to her iPad. While she took a long drink from the can, I turned to face her full-on, curious as to where this was going.
“There was something in the way you said ‘girlfriend’ that piqued my curiosity. Is there anything wrong?” I asked, concerned.
I watched as Becky’s cheeks flushed the delightful shade of pink that I had grown to love so much when she was a little embarrassed, or even a little turned on. Usually, I could tell which was the cause, but this time was different. Becky looked guilty about something, but I never expected what was coming.
“Well, actually…” Becky started to twiddle and play with her hair absent-mindedly. She normally only did this when she was very tired. She looked down into her lap.
“You must promise to never breathe a word of what I’m about to tell you to anyone! Got it?” she said, quite forcefully I thought.
“Of course, Becky, you know you can trust me with anything,” I reassured her, placing a hand on the knee closest to me.
“I met Sophie on my first day at college. We hit it off as soon as we met. She was exceedingly pretty. Long blonde hair, crystal blue eyes and a figure to die for. She’s about your height, too. As well as discovering we were sharing many classes, we also found that we have similar tastes in music, movies, books… even boys, to an extent.”
There was something in the way she’d said ‘to an extent’ that suggested that there was far more to this than simple common interests. She continued speaking.
“We’d been rooming for three or four weeks when Sophie asked me if I’d ever thought about kissing another girl.” She took another drink from her soda.
“I’d have been lying if I said no, after all, doesn’t everyone fantasize about something naughty like that when they are sixteen?” She took a deep, cleansing breath.
I merely nodded in agreement. I’d not thought about other boys doing it for me. The idea was abhorrent to me.
“I confessed to Sophie that I had been curious, but had never dared to do anything about it. Sophie was quiet for a long pause before she asked me if I’d like to try finding out with her.”
Becky looked at me, searching my face for some hint of what I may be feeling at this admission. Looking at me with tears welling in her beautiful green eyes, she continued telling me what had happened four years ago.
“I was hesitant at first when Sophie walked up to me slowly and gently took my face in her hands, bringing me towards her waiting lips for my first kiss with a girl.” I sat, enraptured with this tale. I had no idea that Becky had even contemplated such a thing, let alone experimented.
What’s more, I’d never seriously thought about two women together. (I know, I’m a freak) The uncomfortable bulging in my jeans was telling me that perhaps I should consider giving this some thought. Thankfully, my burgeoning erection was being hidden by a throw cushion I was holding in my lap. I didn’t take my eyes off her as she continued.
“I was surprised at how soft her lips were. I’d kissed plenty of boys, without wanting to make myself sound slutty. But this felt entirely, I don’t know, just different. Far more, I don’t know, sensual, I guess?” Becky paused for a moment, looking at me for understanding the feelings she was trying to relay to me before continuing.
“I knew it was ‘wrong’, and perhaps that’s why the sensation was so utterly naughty and delicious.” Becky tried to take another drink from her can but found it to be empty, she grabbed her phone and sent a text to Carter, asking him to bring a drink in, asking if I would like anything too. I said I’d love a coffee.
“Anyway, I found myself not being utterly disgusted by the experience and found myself leaning into the kiss. Sophie wrapped her arms around me and opened her mouth. That was my first French kiss.” I sat, stoney-faced, desperately trying anything to quell the raging boner that was once again threatening the safety of the button fasteners on my Levi’s.
“We kissed like that for maybe ten minutes before Sophie asked me if I’d like to lie on her bed with her. I was nervous as hell and terrified that we’d be discovered somehow, but it was only us in the twin dorm room, and we rarely had visitors, so, I agreed.”
I shuffled myself around a little, trying to regain some semblance of control over my wayward cock. Alas, it was not to be. My raging erection persisted in its single most valiant effort to escape my trousers to date.
“When we reached the bed, Sophie took off her jumper and bra and asked me to do the same. I was a little uncomfortable with this though, as I’d always been teased about the size of my boobs growing up, especially in High School. I guess I’d just developed more rapidly than the other girls did. Sophie was fascinated with them, and I eventually agreed to her request. For the first time, since High School, I let another person see my breasts in all their glory.”
I coughed a little. I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with desire at the erotic picture being portrayed for me. Primary in my mind were Becky’s magnificent tits. I’d learned through natural conversation that they are all natural 38D’s, 38DD at certain times of the month. I wasn’t certain if I was going to be able to contain myself for any length of time when she finished telling me her story.
“Sophie’s boobs are a lot smaller than mine, maybe a 34B, but we had very similarly coloured areola and nipples which were standing very proud with arousal on us both.” At the end of this sentence, Carter arrived with our drinks, set them down and bade us call him if there was anything else we required. If he’d heard anything of what Becky had just said, he gave no sign. For obvious reasons, Becky just looked down into her lap. When she was certain that Carter was out of earshot, she continued speaking but didn’t look up.
“Sophie reached out and softly cupped one of my boobs, massaging it gently and rubbing her thumb over my nipple. The sensation was electrifying, and I suddenly became aware of just how turned on I was becoming, as evidenced by the increasing dampness between my legs.” She reached for her can and cracked it open with its customary pssssst. She took a long drink, perhaps half of the can in one go before carrying on.
“I followed Sophie’s lead, and we played with our tits for a while, and continued to kiss. Eventually, Sophie stood up to take her jeans and panties off. She stood there in front of me for a while, so I could take in her nakedness. I was surprised to see that she had the thickest bush I’d ever seen but it was almost invisible with her being a natural blonde. I don’t think that it had ever been trimmed.” Another pause as Becky collected her thoughts and marshalled them into the right order.
“I suppose she stood before me like this to gauge my reaction, before laying back on the bed and continuing my seduction.” I coughed and shuffled once again. Not once had she lifted her head or made eye contact with me since Carter had come in and she’d restarted telling me her story.
“Sophie took my hand and gently guided it down to her pussy showing me how to play with another woman with my fingers. I found myself rapidly coming to enjoy the feelings I was experiencing, to like it, despite every fibre of my being telling me it was wrong.” Becky started to play with her hair again.
“Sophie said that ‘I’d caught on quickly’, and that I seemed to be natural at pleasuring a woman, as I was enjoying it so much, to my embarrassment and shame. I hadn’t noticed the amount of time I’d been doing this and became aware of Sophie moaning loudly and rubbing her tits.”
Another pause, as if building to a crescendo and not knowing how to say it politely, without spoiling my opinion of her.
“Sophie’s orgasm surprised me with its intensity, and she gushed buckets with it.” I didn’t say anything, I just sat and listened. That’s what she needed most of all now, just someone to listen and not judge. My cock, however, was most angry and being held captive.
“Realising that I had just made that happen to Sophie, the intensity of her climax seemed to be far greater than the ones I had experienced by myself. I was overwhelmed with such lustful feelings that I too stood and stripped naked for her to see me. As I lay back down, Sophie sat up, then rolled over me to part my legs.” I coughed, not to indicate that I wanted to speak, but to attempt to shuffle around some more to give my poor cock some breathing room.
“That was the moment that I nearly lost my lunch I was so nervous, but I was also so damned curious to find out what would happen next, how it would feel.” I swear to you, I could feel the cotton in my jeans beginning to tear, straining to hold in my now exceedingly painful erection.
“Sophie placed her fingers on my lips and parted them slowly, commenting on how wet I’d become. With her free hand, she placed a finger between my lips and pushed in slightly to get her finger wet with my juices, then she placed the finger in her mouth and sucked it slowly. She said I tasted delicious.”
By this point, Becky was almost in tears as she built up to retelling the tale of Sophie.
“Sophie leaned forward and started to lick up and down my pussy, at the same time, she had now put two fingers inside of me and was finger fucking my pussy while licking my clit. It was quite painful as I recall when I felt my hymen pop.” Another long pause, as if gathering herself for the finale of this tale. Becky drained the rest of the can.
“That was the first time someone other than myself had made me cum. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced until recently, that is. As soon as I’d cum and was trying to catch my breath, Sophie got up and got dressed, saying that tomorrow it would be my turn to taste her, and then perhaps we’d try the shower.” Again, she raised her head and looked at me, almost apologetically.
“We spent the next two years secretly fucking each other in so many ways and places. I was still into more boys, and that didn’t bother Sophie at all, as she said a few of them were quite cute. Occasionally, she’d bring a boy home that she got on with too, but that was a rare occurrence.” Becky paused, thinking about how to continue. Biting her bottom lip in the way that she does when she’s turned on.
“That said, all the boys were interested in at that age was notching up another mark on their bedposts, there was no seduction, no… romance and certainly no foreplay.” Becky looked wistful for a moment before continuing.
“Then, of course, there is the whole thing with Simone and the theft of every boyfriend I brought home. So, now you’re all caught up and I now have nothing left to hide from you. Now you know, I’m bisexual.”
I was silent, trying to process what I’d just learned.
“I’m so sorry Oli. I meant to tell you sooner, but we’re just such a perfect fit, I didn’t want to spoil it for us. Can you forgive me? Can you get past this?”
Her worried face was searching mine for any sign of emotion. Her beautiful green eyes were now made even more sparkly than usual due to the large well of tears once again threatening to course down her beautiful face. I had never found her more attractive, more, vulnerable than at this moment. Her soul laid bare for me. Terrified that I would react badly to the news. I was so glad of the cushion in my lap, it at least enabled me to move to a slightly more comfortable position without giving away my extreme state of arousal.
“Becky, thank you for trusting me with this, baby. What makes you think admitting your past to me would make me not want to be with you? I chose you.” I had rationalised that everyone has skeletons in their closets, I too had some, although perhaps not quite as intense as Becky’s were.
“You’ve nothing to be ashamed of,” I continued. “Lots of people experiment and find out that they like both. I’m cool with your past baby. Please don’t worry! At least now I know why you like watching porn with me so much,” I added, trying to make Becky feel better about the situation and less worried. It worked, and she dropped her head slightly and chuckled.
“Oli, you’re too kind. I know that you have some very strong views on fidelity in relationships. I didn’t want you to find out in any other way before I had a chance to talk with you.”
Finally, I got to the coffee that Carter had brought in for me. Delicious as ever, even if it was now lukewarm.
“Would you like another drink, babe?” I asked Becky. She nodded and was about to reach for her phone when I stood. “It’s O.K. I’ll get them; besides, I’ve got something I kind of need to get rid of,” I said, looking down at my crotch.
I guess now I had the answer to the question I had asked myself the first time Becky and I had made love in the summer house. Would I feel differently if it was two women instead of two men? The picture just painted by the love of my life had provided the answer, and it was most painfully, YES!
“OH MY GOD.” Becky’s gasp was sincere and loud. She clasped a hand to her mouth briefly, before following with “Did I do that to you? Oh, Oli I’m so sorry.” I’ve never seen Becky blush so much before.
“It’s fine baby, it’s not a big deal. I won’t be long.” I kissed her gently on the forehead, trying to be tender and supportive. I had guessed that she wasn’t in the mood to entertain my sudden and overwhelmingly desperate need to fuck her into oblivion, given how wracked with guilt, she seemed. I started to make my way to the nearest bathroom to rid myself of my painfully engorged phallus.
Something was nagging at my brain, something about the way she’d told me, ‘I didn’t want you to find out in any other way before I had a chance to talk with you.’ It was something almost sinister.
“Before I go, baby. What was it you wanted to say about the e-mail you’d had?”
“Oh, right. YES! Sorry! I completely forgot,” Becky replied, suddenly looking sheepish.
“Erm, Sophie will be here about lunchtime tomorrow, just in time to spend a few days with us before the party.”
The penny dropped immediately. I knew what was going through her mind. Becky was worried that I would find out about her past in some enlightening conversation with Sophie, or otherwise, be caught in some impassioned tryst with her former lesbian lover.
Fantasy in imagining two women together is one thing and was quite fun, it turns out. Taking it a stage further and watching two women make out in a steamy porno, which was so obviously scripted to cater to men, is another thing still. Would I be able to cope with the reality I wondered? I suddenly wasn’t so sure. In any case, I no longer had a pressing need to, erm, take care of business.
I diverted to the kitchen to forage for snacks. Mom and Carter were still locked in, whatever they were locked into and seemed to be having a grand old time chatting away. The quiet was punctuated by occasional laughter. I stopped by the fridge and took out a six-pack of Coke. I don’t normally drink soda, just a personal preference, but after the rollercoaster of emotions that were still broiling inside me, I needed something with a little more kick, and for me, this was it as I don’t drink alcohol.
I paused for a moment, looking at my mom having fun and flirting with a man similar in age to herself. She looked fantastic for her age and kept in shape. I could say more descriptive things about her, but she was my mother. It wouldn’t be proper for me to divulge. Carter, I concluded to myself, was one lucky S.O.B. if he reeled her in. She was a great catch. I was happy that they were getting on with each other, I’d known Carter for a couple of months, and I was certain of his integrity and discretion. A good fit for mom. The thought made a small smile grace my lips.
I returned to the drawing room and found that Becky had composed herself but was still looking very sheepish. I placed the six-pack of sodas on the table in front of us and turned once more to Becky.
“Becky…” I began, but she cut me off with a raised hand. Signalling that she wanted to speak first. I yielded the floor to my beautiful lover.
“Oli, I need to tell you one more thing and to have you understand something.” I didn’t like where this was going suddenly.
“Sophie and I pledged to each other in college. A pledge that I would very much like to honour, with your blessing.”
‘Where the hell is this going?’ I wondered to myself.
“The pledge was, that if either of us found what we thought to be true love, no matter how old we were, or where in the world we were, Sophie and I would meet for a farewell, well, you know.” Becky dropped her eyes once again, seeming suddenly ashamed to be admitting this to me.
I was trying mightily hard to maintain my calm demeanour. Becky had just admitted that she felt true love for me. But she was also painfully aware that I had some very serious issues with infidelity, within marriage or, as in our case, what I thought of, up until a few moments ago at least, a committed relationship. Suddenly, I found myself longing for Professor Wynns’ dusty old tomes and tablets. I didn’t like where this was going.
“No, I don’t know, Becky. Why don’t you spell it out for me.”
Of course, I knew damned well what she was saying. I wanted her to confront what she was unwilling to say in front of me, to my face. I wanted her to admit to the fact that she was not only planning to cheat on me, but she was letting me know before the fact, in a feeble attempt to soften the blow or some other psychobabble bullshit that she’d learned from Hamish.
Pools of tears were overwhelming Becky’s eyes and coursing down her face which was now looking so ashamed. I almost felt bad for her… almost.
“Oli, I…” Silence pervaded the drawing room. Somewhere, a clock was quietly ticking, marking the passing of time to anyone that cared to listen to its beat.
“You can tell me anything, darling.” I was trying to sound sincere, but I guess I fucked that one up. Scorn and betrayal were dripping from my voice.
“Oli, please! This is hard for me.” Becky looked up at me, her face was slick with tears. I felt my heart break a little at that moment.
“It’s not exactly a day at Disney for me either, y’ know,” I replied, no longer angry, just resigned to the fact that I was losing the one thing that I held most dear in my life.
“Oli! I SAID NO,” she sobbed, very loudly. She then broke down and wept shamelessly. I had no clue what to do. Do I stay? Do I leave for a while for her to compose herself and then talk more, what?!
Unfortunately for me, the decision was taken away before I could make it as Hamish came crashing through the door, home early from his conference. I guess that he’d heard Becky’s loud and very pained confession of refusing Sophie to me and was coming to investigate. Upon seeing me sitting by his baby girl, who was in floods of tears, her shoulders heaving mightily. Making this even worse, was the fact that all he had heard was ‘Oli! I SAID NO,’ Although he had no context for the statement, his face set into a rage, and his stark warning flashed before me.
‘Oh, Shit!’ was all I managed to think, realising what this must look like to Hamish.
He made short work of the distance he needed to reach me. He didn’t stop to ask any questions; he didn’t say anything as I recall it. He did put one suddenly seeming very large hand on my shoulder, grabbed a handful of my shirt and lifted me as if I were almost weightless.
“I told you what would happen if you hurt my little girl! Boy!” he roared.
I’d never heard Hamish even so much as raise his voice. To hear him bellow like this was truly frightening. I offered no resistance as he was dragging me towards the door.
I guess the commotion interrupted Mom and Carter too. Just as they were coming to see what the ruckus was about; Hamish had just cleared the drawing room and was dragging me out into the marbled foyer. I looked up and found my mother’s suddenly horrified face as she saw me being assaulted so vehemently. Then, realising who my assailant was, went white as a ghost. Carter told me afterwards, she’d nearly collapsed on seeing what she thought was her absentee husband.
Hamish became aware of others in the house and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw my mother. No doubt wondering what the hell was going on in his home.
It was Becky that eventually saved me from her father’s wrath. Which I’ll be honest, surprised me greatly at the time.
“Daddy, STOP,” Becky pleaded with her father. “This isn’t Oli’s fault. I’m the one in the wrong here Daddy. Please just stop!”
I guess that Hamish’s head was whirling. His daughter was distraught, his nephew was about to be thrown out and his ex-sister-in-law were all in the same space.
“Wh… What baby girl? Helena?” He stammered. Trying to regain his composure as the red mist cleared from his vision. He was understandably, very confused.
“I said, this is my fault, Daddy. Oli is innocent in all this. I am the one in the wrong.”
Hamish looked at his daughter with confusion. He then looked around the room and realised that he still had a good portion of my shirt balled up in his massive fist. He blanched and released me. I straightened my top and waited for someone to speak first. Unexpectedly, it was my mother. Like Hamish a few moments prior, she’d made short work of the distance between Hamish and me, from where Carter and she were standing.
“You BASTARD,” was followed by a mighty slap across the face for Hamish.
It was at that moment I realised that I still hadn’t told her about our domestic situation being a little erm, unusual, and the fact that this wasn’t my father, but his surviving twin brother. Hamish was still reeling from mothers right cross, and I quickly moved between them to cease any further assaults from my livid mother.
“Mom, before you do or say anything else that you may well soon be arrested for, can I suggest that we all take a seat in the drawing room so we can talk about things calmly, like adults?”
Everyone murmured in agreement. “Fine. Thank you,” I was exasperated.
Who would have thought I would end up being the adult in this situation? The youngest person in the room! I turned to face Carter, as much out of habit as of the great respect that I held for the man. “Carter, would you make us some coffee, please? When that’s done, would you join us? I’ve got a feeling that this is going to be affecting you as much as the rest of us.” I glanced at my mom, giving her a supportive smile.
