Over the next ten months which our parents had insisted on before a June wedding, our world was turned upside down, Mum and Dolly, moved into Tommy’s place, lock stock and barrel. Tommy explained to me that he’d only discovered Mum’s tendencies that first night when I’d spent it with Sammy at his house.
.He’d been delighted, excited and very, very aroused. I’d delicately explained the situation to Sammy who immediately dragged me off to bed and that was where I confessed of my relationship with Mum.
She was more than excited. She was nearly delirious as she writhed beneath me. I had to tell her every little detail of my affair with my mother and Dolly, it seemed that every time we went to bed, she wanted to know something else, some lurid detail of our lovemaking that she thought I might have overlooked.
I took my money from Tommy, and we moved into a big, rambling old house near the Serpentine river, that we bought at auction quite cheaply and the two of us worked all autumn and winter on restoring it to its former glory.
It was a lot of fun working with her mainly because she usually insisted on wearing miniskirts even when we were working up ladders, she was, without doubt, the craziest, sexiest little minx I’d ever met. Mum and Dolly took her under their wings and threatened me with all manner of violent deaths if I ever mistreated her, but there was absolutely no chance of me ever doing that, I adored her.
With what money I had left, I started a small courier company, specializing in important document transportation, I began with Dolly’s son, Billy and his motorbike, but by the time spring was upon us, it had grown to four riders, four bikes and a small van for bulkier deliveries.
Sammy learned how to ride a motorbike and volunteered at every opportunity to go out on deliveries, leaving me free to get on with whatever it was that I was doing without her interrupting me in her own delightful way.
By the time June arrived, the house was ready, and we had a huge housewarming party for all our family and friends, everyone from the old neighbourhood was there apart from Granville and his father. I’d heard that Granville wasn’t at all happy about wearing my initials on his forehead, but he didn’t dare do anything about it, he’d had enough.
Tommy was a new man, his relationship with my mother and Dolly was the making of him. He confided in me that he often got an erection at his office from just thinking about what may be in store for him when he arrived home.
“They’re incredible Micky.” he laughed, “Absolutely bloody incredible, what would you say if I told you I want to marry her?”
“Which one Tommy?” I enquired. He roared with laughter.
“Both of them, bloody hell, I wish I could mate, but seriously your mum and I have discussed marriage, she said I had to talk to you first.”
“Is she happy Tommy?” I knew it was a silly question, but I asked it anyway.
He answered me honestly. “Yes Micky,” he said seriously. “She keeps telling me that she’s never been happier in her life before.”
He hesitated and smiled. “The only time she can remember that comes anywhere near to it was the day she collected you from the nick.”
“I think I’d be proud to have you as a stepdad,” I said, and impulsively we hugged each other. “I think you’d better go and tell a certain little lady, don’t you?”
Sammy squealed with genuine pleasure when he told her and insisted that he made an announcement there and then with the whole family there. There was a smattering of what was left of his family there too. Everyone agreed that they would make a perfect couple.
“Are you okay with it Dolly?” I asked as her, Sammy and I strolled around his gardens.
“I’m more than happy with it Micky,” she said genuinely and slipped an arm through Sammy’s, “He’s more than man enough to keep us both happy believe me.”
“Well I think he’s a very lucky man,” Sammy said and squeezed her hand, “A very lucky man indeed.”
“He’s not half as lucky as Micky is,” she replied with a laugh. “You’re beautiful.”
Sammy blushed as we drifted back to join the others hand in hand. “I’d love to have a girlfriend, Micky.” She sounded wistful.
I was surprised. “You’ve got girlfriends.”
“No you fool,” she giggled and whispered in my ear. “I mean a sexy one, you know, a lover.”
I was amazed, stunned even, but gradually, what she was saying dawned on me.
“We’d share her Micky.” her tongue flicked out into my ear. “Just think of all the fun we could have.”
I was. I sincerely hoped it didn’t show in my tight trousers. “For God’s sake Sammy” I tried to keep the laugh out of my voice, “I don’t believe you.”
She slipped her arm through mine as we walked slowly through all the guests.
“I’m what the tabloids call a modern woman Micky, I want it all, everything, I want to taste myself on the lips of another woman while you’re fucking me, you know, just like your mum and Dolly are doing with my dad.”
I briefly wondered whether Tommy had tasted mum’s urine on Dolly’s lips like I had, but quickly put the thought out of my mind, tonight was about us, me and Sammy, but then another girl got out of a taxi and Sammy squealed with delight. “Tara!”
Whoever she was, she hugged and kissed Sammy. They were obviously delighted to see each other.
“Micky, this is Tara, we were at school together.”
“Hi Tara,” I said and shook hands warmly. “You’ve obviously known her a lot longer than I have then.”
“Probably,” she laughed.
I allowed myself to be led away by mum to meet some more friends.
The party was a complete success, everyone had too much to drink and far too much to eat. We kept the local taxi firms busy ferrying everyone home. After they’d all left, I realized that Tara was still there, but when I looked enquiringly at Sammy, she asked if it would be okay for her to stay overnight.
“She’s straight off a holiday flight from Tenerife,” she said. “She’s a trolley dolly.”
“Of course you can,” I smiled at Tara, “Anyone fancy another drink?”
We sat drinking for a while as Sammy told her friend all about us, how we’d met and even a few bits about my past. When she told her about how I’d carved my initials on Granville’s forehead, she nearly choked with laughter.
“Oh my God,” she laughed. “I’d have wet myself if I’d been there.”
Sammy whispered something to her, and they both burst out in a fit of the giggles.
“Go on then,” I grinned. “Share it.”
Sammy looked up at me shyly. “I told her that I actually came when you did that Micky.”
“Did you honestly?”
“Honestly, it was the most violent thing I’d ever seen, for some reason I just climaxed there and then.”
“Bloody hell, I wish you’d have told me right then.”
“Why?” she asked challengingly. “We’d only just met.”
“What about you, Tara?” she turned to her friend. “Have you ever climaxed without actually being touched?”
Tara blushed and nodded.
“You’ll think I’m awful.”
“No we won’t, go on tell us.”
“It was on a long haul flight from Sydney to Heathrow about a month ago, there was a crowd of models who’d been there for a photo shoot, all young and pretty, beautiful even and all half cut on duty-free booze. When we put the lights out for the passengers to sleep, one of us usually goes round checking all the loos, and it was my turn.
There were two at the back, the first one was empty, but as I walked into the second one, which hadn’t been locked even, I saw one of the models, a stunning blonde called Tiffany sitting on the sink and another girl was on her knees eating her. The thing was that when they looked up and saw me, Tiffany just smiled and pulled her friends face back between her legs, she came really noisily and kept her eyes on mine all the time.”
She sipped from her drink and smiled shyly at us both before continuing.
“I didn’t even touch myself, I just stood there and came.” she shuddered and giggled. “God it was so intense, incredible.”
“I bet you’ve diddled yourself a few times thinking about it since though haven’t you?” Sammy laughed and Tara giggled with her.
“No, not really, I just ring Tiffany up and get her to do it for me.” Sammy’s mouth dropped open.
“You mean you’re, you know, a lesbian?”
“Oh God no Sammy, I suppose you’d say I was bi, but believe me, if you saw Tiffany, you’d understand what I mean, she’s gorgeous.”
“This reminds me of our earlier conversation, Sammy.” I laughed, and it was her turn to blush.
“What?” Tara asked her, but she shook her head. I sensed her embarrassment and said I was going outside for some fresh air.
I poured myself out another drink and took it out into the garden, where I sat on the patio and thought about the direction the conversation had been heading in. I thought about Mum too, and Dolly and briefly wondered what they’d be doing at that precise moment. I couldn’t help smiling at the memory of some of the things we’d done together, they were two of the sexiest women I’d ever met in my life. I sincerely hoped that they’d find lasting happiness with Tommy.
Slowly I walked back into the house and through into the living room where Sammy looked up at me from between Tara’s stocking clad thighs and grinned sexily. “What took you so long?”
Tara smiled too, although rather apprehensively.
“Do you mind Micky?”
Kneeling down next to Sammy, I eased Tara’s panties from where they hung on her ankle and held them to my face, Sammy giggled from where she had her mouth on her friend’s wet pussy.
“Not in the slightest Tara,” I said as I inhaled the fragrant aroma, “I have to say though that Sammy has perfect taste.”
I reached a hand down between Sammy’s thighs and found the soaking wet gusset of her panties.
“You’re soaking!” I smiled and kissed her neck. “Your cunt’s like a swamp.”
“Her mouth’s like a vacuum cleaner too.” laughed Tara as she stroked Sammy’s head. “Let me get down there with you Sammy, I need to taste you.”
Sammy drew back and lay on the floor, her face shining with Tara’s juices.
“You can join in Micky” she smiled as I kissed her and tasted Tara’s juices on her lips.
“Mmm yes please,” added Tara and getting onto her knees above Sammy, lowered her face down at the same time as Sammy pulled her thighs down to her own face.
“Fuck her for me Micky,” she said softly, “Let me see your cock inside her”
Well, I was never one to be reticent, so I stripped off and knelt behind Tara’s lovely, naked bottom.
“Oh God yes,” she hissed as the swollen dome of my cock slid easily into the wetness of her cunt. “Jesus Micky, that feels so big.”
Then a sexy little squeal from Sammy told me that Tara’s tongue had found its target and I lunged forward Tara’s cunt.
Sammy was bucking and heaving beneath her friend, I saw her legs come up and scissor themselves around her neck, I felt her tongue on my balls too every time I thrust myself in. I wondered how long we’d all last.
The answer came by way of a scream from beneath me and even from up there I felt the power of Sammy’s orgasm, her legs were shaking almost uncontrollably, Tara too began to push herself back against me faster and harder.
“Don’t pull out Micky,” she gasped. “Don’t pull out, oh, oh, oh, ooh Micky, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh God, oh fuck, oh shit yes.”
She squealed like Sammy. Suddenly I realized I was cumming too.
“YESSS,” I roared as my whole body stiffened as I came. I seemed to be pumping forever, but finally, I stopped and drew out with a plop which made us all giggle. The girls got up to run hand in hand to the toilet.
Tara stayed the night with us. It was with considerable relief when, the following morning, we said goodbye to her as she climbed into a taxi to take her to her next flight.
“You two are bloody nymphomaniacs,” I said and pulled her into my arms.
“Probably,” she said as her hand sneaked into my robe and found my growing erection. “But I think I might need some more practice.”
