I had hoped to get all three of us under the same roof together, Lara, Millie, and me, if only for dinner. That late afternoon, my wish came true.
“I’m sooo glad you could come!” Millie beamed, squeezing Lara’s hand.
“Yes, love,” Lara smiled back. “I’m happy all three of us could finally do this.”
The aroma of tuna noodle casserole in the oven wafted through the open sliding glass door and onto the patio, alerting me that it was almost ready. The next moment, the wind-up timer next to my lawn chair chattered urgently, right on time.
“Soup’s on!” I announced, jumping up to herd the ladies inside.
Millie pulled a chair out for Lara, a wry expression on her face, eyebrow raised. “You’re our very esteemed guest, so have a seat.” She took a little bow.
“Well, then!” Lara gave a courteous nod, moving into position before the chair slid back under her slim butt. “Thank you, young lady.”
Millie helped me prepare the plates, heaping casserole, mixed vegetables, and crusty bread onto three of our “fancy” plates, china Don and I bought on our trip to England many years ago, also bringing out the silverware reserved for special guests. And yes, this was a special occasion, indeed.
I pulled the cork on a bottle of Chardonnay, a wine a little more precious than the usual brand we bought, but again, my heart and my body told me this would be an exceptional evening.
“Mom, can I have some, too?” Millie asked as I deftly poured wine into two large glasses, stopping at the one-third mark. I didn’t want us to get too tipsy too soon!
I gave her a look. Amazing, although my daughter and I had become lovers in the past few days, and while we shared mutual orgasms, making a mess of her bed, allowing my daughter to consume alcohol gave me pause.
“Yes, you may,” I replied after a long pause before raising a stern finger. “You may, but don’t you dare tell anyone, young lady!”
Lara looked down at her food, smirking.
“Ohhh, yes!” My daughter gave a little jump in her seat. For someone so intelligent, wise, and loving, my little girl would still surface from time to time.
“Cheers!” Millie held up her glass.
“Well!” Lara held up her glass. “Cheers!”
“Cheers, indeed!” I added as we all clinked our glasses together. “Now, enough with the formalities, let’s dig in!”
“Amen to that,” Millie said before shoveling a forkload into her mouth.
“Did you skip lunch?” I teased as I watched her lay into my casserole like a hungry animal.
“Magnifique!” Lara kissed her fingers expressively, imitating a French chef, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Mighty fine, Mom!” Millie added.
“Fills your belly and makes you happy,” I said.
“Oh, Jenny, you undersell your capabilities in the kitchen,” Lara said.
“I hope Esther can come next time, Lara,” Millie piped up, referring to Lara’s mother. Lara reached out to squeeze Millie’s hand.
“Of course, honey. Some nights she just gets tired after a day of tending the store and wants to bundle up with her cat and a good book. Next time, for sure.”
“That sounds like heaven to me,” I added.
“Oh, you don’t know how many nights we do that,” Lara said. She paused, then added, “although in different rooms.”
“Did you see Lara’s apartment?” Millie asked.
Her question took me somewhat by surprise. The second time Lara and I made love, just the previous afternoon, was in the apartment above her mother’s shop. In the warm afternoon sun, we christened the soft, cotton blankets with our juices.
“Yes, it’s very cozy and inviting.” I smiled at Lara, trying not to shake my head, remembering how our bodies aggressively coupled again and again, our cries of passion echoing off the walls.
“Millie and her friends have had the deep dive tour, so they know every nook and cranny of the place,” Lara added. As before, my brain was so focused on the carnal when my friend was near, “deep dive” took on a whole new meaning. I wondered if Lara and the girls had done any other deep diving during the tour. God, help me with my naughty, perverted thoughts!
“Lara’s mother has a few rooms in the basement,” my daughter added. “It’s quite a spread and very well done.”
Now my brain kicked into gear. Had Esther been in the basement yesterday afternoon? Lara and I had been so very loud and uninhibited! And my sweet Millie had explored that magical place from top to bottom. I couldn’t help but wonder what else she had done there. The thought made me lose focus for just a moment.
“Lara needs a refill,” my daughter said, tapping her glass. “Mom?”
“Oh, yes…sorry!” I chuckled, erotic reverie dissipating. I poured more wine into her glass than I should have, and, Jesus, I was getting a little tipsy!
I relegated myself to savoring faces and voices, silently watching as Lara got into a long, involved conversation with Millie about school. Before I knew it, the meal was consumed, along with more wine, dishes and food were put away, and I was popping the cork on a more plebeian bottle of Cabernet, filling three glasses generously. Millie and I retired to the sofa while Lara sank into the big, overstuffed chair on the other side of the living room. After a moment, my daughter perked up.
“Lara, you’re so far away from us! That’s not right.”
“Yes, I agree,” I said. “What shall we do?”
“Here, let’s sit on the carpet in a circle.” Millie slid down to the floor, crossing her legs, and I joined her.
“Mmmm…” Lara nodded as she scooted forward to complete the triad. “This is cozy.”
“I have an idea,” My daughter held her finger up. “How about we play Spin the Bottle?”
“Oh, my!” Lara smiled into her hand. “If I can remember how.”
“Oh, my, indeed!” I said, eyebrows raised, remembering how we played an R-rated version of the game in high school. In a flash, Millie popped into the kitchen to return with an empty wine bottle.
“Come on, ladies, this will be fun!” She said. “You know the rules, right?” Her smile was a bit too innocent.
“Remind me, love,” Lara said, looking over to me as if asking for comment. I merely shrugged, curious to see how things would proceed.
“Simple,” Millie said, laying the bottle down. “We take turns, and whoever the bottle points to has to interact with the person who spins the bottle.”
“Interact?” Lara asked. “Like a handshake?” I suspect my friend and lover was feigning ignorance. Perhaps she was not yet comfortable and ready to be totally open with us, something I completely understood.
“Oh, please!” Millie huffed, incredulous, before shrugging herself. “Well, if that’s what works for you, fine.”
“Well, when I was Millie’s age,” I chimed in. “We had boys with us and had to kiss them.”
“But Mom, there aren’t any boys here!” my daughter quickly added, her tone unmistakably suggestive.
Lara dropped her eyes, head slowly shaking from side to side with embarrassment, while Millie giggled like the little provocatrice she could be. I took pity on our guest, having opened the proverbial can of worms.
“Lara, we don’t have to play this.” I reached out to rub her shoulder. “There’s a Monopoly game on the shelf, or Parcheesi, or we can just have a good, old-fashioned conversation like normal, intelligent human beings buzzed on cheap wine.”
“Boring!” Millie rolled her eyes hard enough to register on the Richter scale. Jesus, she might as well have been at a sleepover with her girlfriends!
“Millie, shame on you!” I shot back. “Our guest decides the course of the evening!”
“No, no…not to worry.” Lara’s eyes finally rose with a dark and devious look in them. “I’m not a delicate flower, ladies, I’m game. Let’s get this started.”
“Yes!!!” Millie gave a little jump. “You go first.”
“Okay,” Lara responded.
She had a crooked little grin I couldn’t decipher, but it made me squirm. She took her turn, the bottle wobbling clumsily in a circle until it came to rest pointing at me.
“Well!” Lara said. “What’s it going to be, Jenny?”
I glanced over to my daughter, and it looked like she was about to burst. I was feeling a bit apprehensive myself, but at the same time wanted to torment Millie. Without a word, I reached out and shook Lara’s hand.
“Oh, for God’s sake,” my daughter sneered. “But okay, okay…” she held up her hands with resignation. “That’s legitimate. Your turn, Mom.”
“Okay, then.” I twirled the bottle around only to have it stop on Lara. “Hmmm…” I smiled.
“No handshakes…pleeease!” Millie pleaded. “I might as well be in church.”
“Millie, enough! The last thing I want to think about is church right now!” I admonished her. Oh, God, if my church friends knew what was going on under my roof, I’d be excommunicated!
“I don’t want a handshake,” Lara said and, with a penetrating gaze, leaned over and kissed me on the lips. It happened so fast, I didn’t have time to react in my drunken state, but to feel her mouth press against mine made heat flash through my body.
“Now that’s the spirit!” Millie said.
“Okay, then,” I said, maintaining Lara’s gaze, trying to keep calm while my pussy drooled, ready for sex.
“I guess it’s my turn,” Lara said. I watched her slender fingers grasping the bottle before she spun it. Millie was next.
“Millie, honey,” Lara said, her head tilted to the side. “Tell me a secret.”
“Yes, Millie,” I said in a mocking tone. Part of me was miffed to be this horny so soon, mostly due to my daughter and her spin-the-bottle ploy, but the other part was glad the ice was melting so quickly. “And don’t tell us about the romance novels in your nightstand. That’s no secret.”
“Mom! Oh, my God!!!” Lasers shot out of her eyes, face reddening as her butt wriggled, suggesting to me her little coochie was getting moist as well.
“What do you have for me?” Lara asked.
“Well…” Like any teenage girl, she would not be upstaged and would have to come up with something good. “I…” Her face was the color of a fire engine. “I…kissed a girl…more than once.”
“Okay, then,” Lara said, simply nodding, although she could have made much more of it. Millie spun the bottle. I was the target this time.
“Hmmm,” I rubbed my chin, wanting to move things forward, but not get too naughty too fast. “I kissed a girl, too.” As I said that, I gazed at my daughter lovingly, eliciting a little gasp from between Millie’s sweet lips, before glancing over to Lara. Yes, both of them knew about each other, and it was delicious. I’m sure my pussy wasn’t the only one in the room ready for action. No one spoke as I sipped more wine and reached out to spin the bottle.
“Oh,” Lara said as the bottle pointed to her. “How can I top that?”
Heavens, the impish expression on her face made me want to ravish her in full view of my daughter. I took a deep breath, hands rubbing up and down my thighs. I could have blamed the alcohol, but I wanted to up the ante again.
This was one of countless times I felt the Lord looking down upon me, observing me, infiltrating my thoughts. For so very long, for all of my sexual life, I felt shame and remorse, knowing He disapproved of me and my unnatural desires, but this moment, and many pivotal moments, in recent days had changed my outlook somewhat. Again, how could love be wrong? What had happened between Lara and me felt so right and strong, helping me heal after the death of my beloved husband, Don. There was no question that Lara was still grieving the loss of her husband, so our deep expression of physical love for one another was strengthening her as well.
Love with Millie, while undoubtedly more complicated, was helping us form a much stronger mother-daughter bond, especially in this time of sorrow. However, it was Millie who initiated the relationship, while I confess I could have refused her and remained the strong parent, I didn’t feel that physical love from her should be denied. I decided to let love and passion flow, and to let the Creator choose my fate.
“Lara?” I bit my lip, feeling like I was about to jump out of my skin. I was so nervous.
“Yes?”
“Are…are we lovers?” I fought to maintain eye contact with her.
Looking at the carpet, Lara rubbed her hands together, deep in thought. Perhaps I went too far this time? I glanced over to Millie, and she had the look of someone who had seen a ghost, eyes wide, mouth agape. Just when I was about to change the subject, Lara rallied.
“Yes,” she smiled, nodding. “Yes, we are lovers.” She looked over to my daughter. “It’s no secret, from what I understand.”
Silently, Millie shook her head. Lara spun. Millie’s turn. I thought my girl was going to pass out with her crimson face and trembling hands.
“Darling,” Lara asked, the look of pure adoration on her face, “Are you and your mother lovers, too?”
Pure heat enveloped me as I stared at my daughter. Again, this had been discussed, so there were no secrets. It was just that the matter hadn’t been talked about openly among the three of us. Whatever Millie was going to say in response caught in her throat. She coughed, placing a hand flatly on her small, pert breasts. Lara sat in silence, waiting patiently.
“Uh…” My daughter spat out the words “Y-yes…yes, Mom and I are lovers.”
“Yes,” Lara echoed, looking at me. I didn’t know how to respond.
“Yes,” Millie straightened herself in an attempt to gain a tiny modicum of confidence. “Yes, Lara.” She managed a somewhat defiant grin. “Mom and I are fucking, I started it, and it’s beautiful.”
“Oh, Millie, honey.” I couldn’t help but shed a tear of emotion, joy filling my heart.
“My sweet girls,” Lara beamed. Like me, she had started rubbing her thighs as the scent of feminine arousal wafted through our small, shared space. All three of us were about to boil over. I was getting impatient, bored with this slow tease.
“How about we change the rules a bit?” Lust made my voice low and throaty.
“How so, lover?” Lara purred.
“Now that everyone knows who’s fucking one another, let’s stop with questions, and…” I quelled a sob. I was so horny and frustrated, so close to openly masturbating in front of them. “How about…” I found myself kneading my breasts. They must have thought I was losing my mind! Lord, please tell me what to do! I finally made the decision on my own and spoke. “How about we take off an item of clothing?”
“Jesus, Mom, you mean…?” Millie’s voice quivered.
“You wanted a show, young lady? This is what we did in high school, when I was your age, this and much more.” My attention turned to Lara. “Or we can stop right now.”
Lara shook her head. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Oh, God!” My daughter looked back and forth between us, unsure.
“Millie,” I gave her an intense, but loving look. “We can stop this immediately, just say the word. No harm, no foul. I mean it!”
“Yes, love,” Lara added. “Don’t feel pressured.”
My daughter rocked back and forth a bit, licking her lips. Just when I thought she was going to put an end to this insanity, she let loose with a wide grin.
“Why not?”
“Oh…wow,” Lara gulped, looking at me as I reached down to grab the bottle.
“This is going to be an interesting night,” I said, gazing up from under my lowered brow, a sexy look that used to drive Don mad. I spun.
Only ten or fifteen minutes passed, but it seemed like forever as we repeatedly spun and removed items of clothing. Each of us was nervous at first, but we soon came to relish making a show of slowly removing tops, pants, shoes, and stockings, knowing how the painfully slow tease was affecting all of us.
Then the moment came. We were all down to our bras and panties, other clothes tossed aside. Millie was like her mother when she was wet and ready; the gussets of our panties were soaked, something that didn’t go unnoticed by our guest.
“Here we go,” Lara said, reaching behind her back. With a little twist, bra straps slid down her arms to reveal a sweet, small pair of breasts capped with dark areolas the size of half dollars, with those delicious, big, thick nipples in the center that I loved to suck so much, poking out like fingertips.
God, I thought, enough of this fucking bottle game! I wanted to rip the rest of my skimpy nothings off and pile into a sea of flesh with Lara and Millie. Much to my delight, my beautiful, horny daughter took the next step.
“Oh, Lara…Mom…” She bounced her butt against the floor impatiently, hand cupping the sweet, wet fabric between her thighs. Her voice sounded like a girl coming unglued. “I…I…”
“Lara?” I asked, voice clear and strong, wanting to avoid any hesitation or misunderstanding, but I doubted there would be. Lara didn’t wait for me to finish.
“Yes,” she nodded, looking at Millie, extending her hands.
The next moment, my daughter closed the gap.
“Come here, baby…yes, yes,” Lara cooed as my girl took a nipple in her mouth, suckling like a hungry infant. “Let me nurse you.”
“God, I need some, too!” I sobbed, sliding over to take Lara’s other nipple.
“Jenny, yesss…” Lara hissed, holding the backs of our heads as she fed us. “Sweet mother, this feels sooo good! Suck them hard…harder!”
We doubled down on her magnificent buds, drawing on them as if our lives depended on it. That familiar scent of Lara’s skin, that of sandalwood, made my chest swell with loving warmth.
“Dammit, YES!!!” She growled, fingers digging in, forcing us tightly against her breasts. “I love it rough.”
After a blissful few minutes, any shred of hesitancy was flung aside as we all stripped naked, touching, rubbing, kissing, licking, and sucking any bare flesh within reach. Lara, sandwiched between mother and daughter, perspiration forming on her perfect, olive skin, was the first to speak.
“What…
