7 comments/ 133684 views/ 52 favorites Double My Pleasure By: crogersaz The sound of a car horn made me jerk my own vehicle back into my original lane. In my excitement, I started to change lanes without a thorough check beside me. Fortunately, the other car was paying closer attention than I; so, the incident was really a minor one. The other guy didn't even give me the finger. I was preoccupied with anticipation because I was on my way to see my girlfriend Lauren after being out of town for four days. I had hoped to get to her house early so that we might engage in some intimate reunion activities before heading out to our planned dinner date. However, there was a mountain of work waiting for me back in the office, and with traffic it was now looking like I'd be twenty minutes late instead of a half hour early. Oh well, Lauren's mother would likely be there, making a quickie before dinner a bit awkward. Lauren lives with her mother, Susan. Putting the situation that way doesn't sound right though. It's not like the 26 year old Lauren was still living with Mommy. No. Lauren had gone away for college, and she was now a successful nurse and an independent, free-thinking woman. In reality, Lauren and Susan's living situation was more like roommates than mother and daughter. In fact, the two of them had bought the house they lived in together. Lauren and Susan had the best of two worlds – caring mother- devoted daughter and best friends. They were close confidants and sometimes seemed inseparable. As my relationship with Lauren had grown, it was nice to feel a part of their happy family. I snuck a glance down at my cell to see if Lauren had returned my text, she hadn't. I had sent one earlier to warn her I'd be late. A response would let me know she wasn't worried. I knew that she often didn't pay much attention to her phone – that was one of things I liked about her. I just hoped that before she worried or started getting impatient that she would look for a text. Of course, even with a warning, she could rightfully be a little irritated with me for being late after such a long (for us) separation. The package I had in my pocket gave me confidence that she wouldn't stay mad for long. I had picked up a necklace for her while I was out of town. I tried to pick a tasteful one, like she preferred. I couldn't spend too much, because I had just tied up so much money in an engagement ring. Lauren didn't know it yet, but I had plans to ask her to marry me in a couple of weeks on our seven month anniversary. I had to wait for the ring to be made; I planned it custom. I had always figured that I would date a woman longer than six months before proposing marriage, but Lauren was the perfect match for me. She was kind and caring and funny and smart and lively. She worked on the pediatrics floor at the biggest hospital in the area. I had observed her at work a couple of times, and you could tell that she brightened the lives of each of the children under her care. Some of the cases of childhood cancer were so heart-wrenching that I couldn't maintain a cheery attitude in her position, but somehow Lauren remain happy at work and at home. I was proud of her work, but her work was also the source of our only serious fight. The argument had occurred just a couple of weeks previous at the hospital staff's holiday party. One of the new docs, Steve, hit on Lauren hard at the party. I might not have been too upset, except for the fact that for the two previous weeks Lauren talked a lot about how this new Dr. Steve was so great with the kids and such a great surgeon, yada, yada, yada. When Steve turned out to be remarkably handsome and only in his 30's, his continual fawning over Lauren made me finally lose it. You can't blame me (or Steve for that matter, I suppose). In addition to being the nicest woman I ever met, Lauren is hot. Naturally glowing honey blonde hair surrounding an angelic, yet sexy face. An awesome body – toned by years of competitive tennis, yet rounded enough to be the model of the female form. Yeah, when I looked at Lauren, I had to conclude that she was out of my league. So, how could you blame me for getting a little jealous when Dr. Perfect got to handy with her? Not that I'm such a bad catch. I was gifted with a naturally small waist and broad shoulders. Years of sports and many hours in the weight room put a pretty cut set of muscles on the frame. In addition, I did get my engineering degree from a good school. It was my choice to work for a green firm that works on environmentally sound solutions – and that pays about half what I could earn at a big engineering firm. Lauren always said she liked the fact that I chose ethics over money, but Dr. Steve helped kids and made a hefty salary to boot. Well, things seemed to be all patched up with Lauren and I now. I could barely wait to hold her in my arms, smell her hair, feel her body pressed to mine. Plus, I had about a million things to share with her about my recent work trip. Finally, I found myself at her door and prepared to answer questions about my late arrival. Lauren's mother opened the door. As usual, I had to make a conscious effort to keep my eyes on Susan's face. To be cliché, it was easy to see where Lauren got her good looks. Only in some areas – like up top – the mother outdid the daughter. If Lauren had beautiful, perfect ripe grapefruits for breasts, her mother had attention-grabbing, giant watermelons. Today Susan had on a sleeveless top that showed plenty of her bountiful cleavage. The eyes of any man would be naturally drawn there. "Hi, Susan," I greeted, with my eyes firmly transfixed on her eyes. "Hi, Adam." There was none of her typical cheerful attitude. "Please come in." I closed the door and followed her in. Her skirt was shorter than she typically wore, and she had heels on, which seemed odd. However, I didn't question and just enjoyed the view of her splendid legs and jiggling tush. Yeah, I know that I shouldn't have been looking at my future mother that way, but like I said she was hot too. Admiring Susan's good looks really only made me confident that in marrying Lauren I would still be a very happy man in 25 years. I must admit that at the beginning of my relationship with Lauren, my thoughts about her mother weren't so pure. Although Susan was close to 50, in the first couple weeks of dating Lauren I tried to make a good impression on Susan as well as Lauren. At the time I figured that if things didn't work out with Lauren, I would happily pursue her gorgeous mom. Of course now, I had no such thoughts. My only thoughts were of Lauren, and that's where I started the conversation. "Where's Lauren? Is she still getting ready?" I quipped as we entered the living room. "Here I thought I was going to be in trouble for being late, and she's making me wait." Susan didn't respond to my good-natured joking. She sat on the couch and patted her hand next to her. "Sit here, Adam," she stated stoically. I complied, concern starting to build inside me. Susan breathed out a long, pained sigh before continuing with a strained voice. "Lauren's not going to be here today." "What!" My concern rocketed to stress. "Did something happen to her? Is she alright?!" "No. No. No." She patted the back of my hand in comfort. "She's not hurt or anything. She's just fine." She paused for another foreboding sigh. "Well, what is it, then?" I was completely confused. Looking at the ground, she sighed again. "I don't want to be the one to tell you this." She shook her head, and muttered to herself. "I told her I didn't want to do this." Still perplexed, I waited patiently. Finally, she turned to look at me and continued. "There's no good way to say this; so I'm just going to say it. Lauren's not going out with you because she's out on a date with another man." "What!" I exclaimed. I couldn't have been more shocked if she said that Lauren had grown another head. "That doesn't make any sense. No, that can't be right." I denied. "I'm sorry to tell you, but she's been seeing that Steve from her work for the last three nights. She's out with him tonight, and wants to end it with you." "And she doesn't even tell me this?" I couldn't believe what Susan was saying. "No, she wouldn't just not show up and leave me hanging." "That's why she asked me to tell you. She said it would be too painful to do it herself." "Well, it's painful to me either way!" I bellowed. Jumping up from the couch, I started to pace the little area in front of it. I heard what Susan was saying, but I just couldn't wrap my head around it. It didn't fit with what I felt in my soul. Lauren and I were both in love. I knew that we were! "No. No. I'm going to call Lauren and see. This can't be right." I pulled out my phone. "I want to hear it from her personally." Susan jumped up and put her hand over my phone so that I couldn't use it. "Before you call her," Susan said with a pained expression, "read this." She took out her own phone and pulled up a text. The text read, "Please don't let Adam call me. I don't want anything to wreck my date with Steve. Thanks, Mom." The message was sent from Lauren's phone at 1:30 that afternoon. Stunned, I flopped back onto the sofa. I don't know how long I sat there with my mouth gaping open, staring straight ahead. At some point, Susan must have sat back down next to me, but it didn't register. Finally, I stood up again. "I'm going to call anyway. If this is true, it's bullshit; and I don't care if she wants me to ruin her date with precious Dr. Steve or not." My shock had given way to anger. Susan watched me in silence as I stomped around the room. Two calls, with no pick up either time. My anger turned into dejection. My posture slumped, and my head hung toward the floor as I returned the phone to my pocket. "I was afraid she wouldn't answer," Susan said with sadness evident in her voice. I numbly returned to the couch beside her. Again, I sat in shocked silence, sorrow permeating me. After several moments of deafening quiet, Susan spoke again, her voice full of soothing warmth. "She was lucky to have you. I can't understand her." She placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Well, that was all I could take, and I broke down sobbing. Susan placed my head on her shoulder, and my body shook as I cried like a baby. I tried to form words of pain and outrage, but nothing intelligible exited my mouth. With one arm around me, Susan stroked my head in an attempt to console me. "Sshhh. Sshhh. There. There. It's alright, Adam. Let it out." Her words made me feel cared for. I know it's not very manly, but I'm sure I cried for some time. I had never experienced such devastation in a romance. Eventually Susan's persistent attention helped me regain some composure. Wiping tears from my eyes, I opened them and realized I was still resting my head on her shoulder. From my position, I had a perfect, surreptitious view down into her more than ample cleavage. Maybe it was because I was feeling pretty unwanted, but I took full advantage of my position, filling my eyes with her glowing breast flesh. My addled brain began fantasizing about diving head first between her two breasts. In my daydream, I was the size of a Ken doll, surrounded by Susan's perfect pillows. Suddenly, Susan's stroking of my head and neck no longer felt like the soothing touch of a caring friend but like sensual petting of a lover. I realized that a bulge was growing in my pants, contrary to my overall mood. This realization made me sit upright. Hoping that the bulge would subside before Susan noticed, I shook myself entirely from my reverie. "I still have a hard time believing that Lauren would leave me like this. I thought that we were perfect for each other." I paused to sigh. "I guess Dr. Perfect Steve was more perfect, though." "Oh no," Susan firmly disagreed. "You are a much better catch than that Steve. At least I sure like you better than him. I've always liked you, Adam." She said the last sentence with an entirely different inflection which made me wonder at its meaning. Susan must have seen the puzzled look on my face and added somewhat sheepishly, "I mean I've always been happy that Lauren found you." "I've always been happy that I found her too." My crying was over, but I still felt a pain in my heart that needed human healing. I sought a hug from Susan, and she welcomed me into her arms. This time it was a full hug, each of us with both arms around the other. With one hand she played with my hair and stroked my neck while the other hand ran up and down my back. I realized that she was tracing and caressing the muscles of my back and shoulders. It wasn't long before Susan's embrace had relieved much of my immediate pain and began to replace it with another emotion. I became very aware of her generous chest pressed into mine. I focused on the feel of her breasts moving with her breathing against me. Slowly, tentatively, I began caressing her back with my hands. She responded by drawing her fingers along the edge of my ear and playing with my ear lobe. This caused her hand to brush my cheek ever so lightly. In spite of the fact that I just lost my "perfect woman," Susan's spectacular, mature beauty and remarkable charm were rapidly arousing testosterone-driven urges in me. I felt so good in her arms that I didn't want to do something that would make me lose this contact. But my carnal desire for Susan was quickly growing, and after a brief hesitation, I decided to take this hug to another level – albeit slowly. I let one hand to drift down from her back to caress her hips, then to the part of her rear that I could reach. I was thankful when Susan's response was to snuggle in closer to me, which allowed me to reach another inch or two of her ass. Visually, I had always known that Susan's derriere was full and round. Now I knew that it was remarkably firm for its womanly size. Susan's attentions to my back and shoulders became more ... possessive, and it seemed as though she was exploring my body for her own enjoyment. I was simultaneously melting in her hands and becoming like a tiger pursuing a tigress in heat. I was past the point of hesitation now. Either Lauren would have a good reason to hate me because I made unwelcomed advances on her mother, or I could take bitter solace in the fact that I fucked her mother. I switched from simple touching to fully reveling in the feel of Susan's shapely body in my hands. I forced my hand down between her and the couch to get a good squeeze of her ample ass. I was rewarded with the sound of Susan's soft moan of pleasure in my ear. It wasn't quite a "Yes!!" but I knew what it meant. Without rushing we continued to enjoy our embrace for some time. When Susan brought her hand to the side of my face again, I did the same to her. I pulled back gently to look in her eyes. We gazed at each other momentarily, holding each other's cheeks. Her eyes were full of the lust that I knew was plainly in mine. I slowly brought my face toward hers, and she moved to meet me. We paused with our lips separated by no more than a centimeter. We were each giving the other person one last chance to stop. There was no trace of indecision in either of our visages. As one, we crossed the small distance separating us – tenderly but with conviction. When my lips encountered the warm, soft, sumptuous touch of hers, electricity rippled throughout my body. Our lips gently explored each other, and we luxuriated in the simple art of kissing. Although a part of me still knew without a doubt that Lauren and I were truly, cosmically meant for each other, those first few moments of kissing Susan convinced me that destiny intended for Susan and I to be together as well. Somehow at precisely the moment that I brought my tongue forward, she extended hers toward me. They met in the middle and instantly liked what they found. Our tongues snaked around each other in their own powerful embrace. The passion of our kissing quickly intensified, and soon I was on my knees on the couch, in a dominant position above Susan. Holding her head, I devoured her lips and tongue, suddenly unable to get enough of her sweet mouth. She responded by hugging me tightly and thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. I think the emotional turmoil that I just went through in losing Lauren must have created a powerful need for intimate contact with a woman. I just couldn't get enough of Susan. Finally, I had slaked my hunger for her mouth and was able to give some attention to the rest of her delectable body. I moved my hands down from her face to her sides. In my wildly excited state, I wanted to simply grab her magnificent tits, but I decided to sensually caress her sides and back, with only "incidental" caressing of her breasts. Susan moaned lustfully into my mouth which was still firmly affixed to hers. My attempts to tease us both with my touches must have worked because she soon grabbed one of my hands, placed it firmly on her breast and squeezed. Needing no further encouragement, I took great pleasure in the feel of her. My hand couldn't come close to covering her whole breast, but I hefted it to feel its substantial weight. I kneaded it gently, reveling in its softness. I must have done it right for her. Susan let out a groaning, "Yes, Adam. Oh, Hell yes!" Immediately she shot a hand up to my crotch, which was about at her shoulder level because I was still kneeling over her. She found a steel shaft there as I was already full engorged. She grabbed my rod tightly through my pants and lustfully said, "Oooh, yeah. I like." She then used her other hand to roughly pull my head back to hers and plunged her tongue into my mouth. We kissed passionately as she continued to fondle my cock and I her breasts. I ached to feel and see her naked breasts. I grabbed the straps to both her shirt and bra in each hand and forcefully pulled them down to release her breasts from their captivity. I pulled back from her mouth, eager for my first view of her exposed chest, but before I could see anything, both of her hands were in front of her opening my pants. In a flash, she had my pants open and had pulled both pants and underwear to my knees. My hard cock snapped up proudly in front of her. Susan produced a loud "MMMmmm," like she was enjoying a delicious meal and went right to work. With one hand she began teasing my balls – drawing her nails ever so lightly across their surface. She held base of my cock with the other hand, wielding my manhood like a lollipop for her enjoyment. As she kissed and licked my rod, I tried to find a way to access her breasts without impairing her wonderful attention to me. About the time I was prepared to twist and bend to reach her, Susan engulfed me all the way to the bottom in one slick swallow. Now, I'm not that huge or anything, but I am big enough that no woman – including Lauren – had ever been able to take me all in without gagging. In contrast, Susan had every millimeter of me inside her mouth and was trying for more. Her lips were firmly pushing against my pelvis, her tongue worked the underside of my cock, and I could feel her swallowing for more. "Oh, Gawd, Susan!" I yelled. "That's so damn good!" She slid back up the length, and took a couple of short sucks on just the head. Then she dove back down for another deepthroating. "Aaahhh, Yes!" I cried out again. I had never felt anything like it, and Susan's sucking quickly had me on the verge of eruption. "Oh, that's too good. I'm about ready to cum, Susan." Mercifully and sadly, Susan disengaged my manhood from her mouth. She looked up at me with a devilish smile and purred, "I'm glad you like my work, but I don't want you to cum just yet. I hope that's alright?" "Oh yeah, that's perfect," I muttered, trying to regain a little composure. "Good, because I want you to cum inside my pussy." I had never heard so much lust and lasciviousness rolled into one sentence in my life. The way she said "cum inside my pussy" practically made me cum on the spot. Double My Pleasure I stood up to remove my footwear and pants and to give myself a second to cool down. While I was doing so, Susan stood up as well and removed her top and bra. At last I finally had a full view of her top, and I drank in the sight. I don't know how a woman of her age could have breasts so large without noticeable sag or droop, but she did. Her perfectly shaped, massive mountains were capped by large, erect nipples that seemed to stand out at least a half an inch. Seeing me ogling her, Susan turned her body side to side and asked, "Do you like?" I caught her in my arms when she was sideways to me so that both breasts were pointing out to my right. Turning her head back toward me, I replied, "Oh, I like a lot. You are a magnificently beautiful woman." Then I kissed her deeply. As we continued to kiss, my right hand played across her breasts – caressing, cupping, circling her aureole with a finger, then finally grasping a large nipple between thumb and forefinger to massage it delicately. When she let out a moan of pleasure, I increased the firmness of my attention until I was twisting and pulling her nipple. Her moaning got louder. I could stand no more and dove my head directly to suck in her taut nipple. I sucked and lapped and kissed her breasts with wild abandon. It seemed the more aggressive I was, the more Susan egged me on. She repeated, "Yes! Oh Yes, Adam! Suck my titties!" and variations thereof. The sense of urgency and conviction in her voice steadily grew –matching my own sense of urgency. Finally, she pushed me away and literally threw her skirt and panties to the floor. Stepping out of them, she looked at me and demanded, "Fuck me now. I want your cock inside me." I wanted nothing more, but I knew that in my state that I wouldn't last long. I wanted to bring Susan to orgasm as well, and thought it would be best to hold off on my own for now. Pulling off my shirt, I warned her, "I'm so turned on, I won't last long. Maybe we should hold off a little for your sake." "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," her tone seemed a little scolding. "Just fuck me, and I'll take care of the rest." She laid on the sofa and spread her legs wide for me. I could see that her womanhood was dripping wet. Her high heels stood out to the sides like a sexy targeting mechanism. I obediently got on top of her, but still thought I should go slow. I pushed just the head of my cock past her labia and planned to do some teasing of us both with a sexy, slow entry. However, Susan grabbed my ass and thrust her hips up into mine, plunging me completely into her warm love chamber. "Fuck me, don't play with me." Her hot voice was full of wanton abandon. Never the one to make the same mistake twice, I started pumping her enthusiastically. She immediately responded with a lusty litany, "Yeah, fuck me, Big Man. Pump that hard cock in my wet pussy." Her voice and her words were so sexy that I had to consciously fight the urge to come. She was fingering her clit furiously and thrust her pelvis up to bang into mine on every stroke. I greedily wanted all her bountiful treasures at once. So, I managed to grab a breast and direct her nipple to my mouth without disturbing my rhythm too much. I hungrily gobbled as much of her breast as would fit in my mouth. "Oh Yes!" Susan screamed and clutched my head to her tit. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster." She commanded. I eagerly complied. I was sucking and fucking for all I was worth. Her velvet pussy seemed to excite every nerve in my cock. I could hold out no longer, and with Susan's continual verbal demands to fuck her, I came like a tidal wave. It was now my turn to yell out, "Shitttnngghh." Well, it was really more of a grunt as I became speechless. Wave after wave of my hot juice was pumped deep into Susan's pussy. I nearly blacked out from the intensity of my orgasm; but somehow I was able to detect that as soon as I started coming, Susan switched from intelligible words to simple screams of pleasure. My own climax was one of the longest and strongest that I ever had, but Susan's made mine seem short in comparison. When she quieted down a little and started kissing me, I changed my angle and increased my thrusting strength and speed. She quickly responded with another climax. I performed this trick one more time. At last, when she came down from her third round of orgasms, she whispered, "Okay, I think I'm done." With that I collapsed on top of her, spent. When at last I found the strength to move again, we found a way to snuggle in beside each other on the couch. We played with each other the way lovers do in the afterglow. Susan got a little serious and said, "Thank you, Adam. That was wonderful. I don't think that I've felt that good since... Well, I can't ever remember feeling that good." "I should be thanking you," I corrected. "We really found something special there, didn't we though?" I kissed her lovingly on the lips and continued. "I look forward to many similar experiences and to building our relationship in other ways." Susan looked a little shocked. "Really, you want to build a relationship with me?" "Yeah. I think we both know that what we just shared was more than good sex." I could see that she agreed with my statement, but she continued to argue. "But what about my age?" "Inconsequential," I assured her. Giving her derriere a loving squeeze, I elaborated. "And besides your age hasn't kept you from being one the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Even if one of us loses our looks before the other, relationships are built from what's in here." I carefully touched where her heart was, avoiding her breasts. She swallowed hard. "Well, what about Lauren?" she inquired. "Well, what about her? She left me. I mean, I loved Lauren with all my heart and soul. I would have never cheated on her with anyone – even you Susan I hate to say. But since she cheated on me and dumped me, I guess I'm free to be with anyone. And I happily choose you." I went to kiss her, but she didn't respond. Susan was uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments. Then her tone became even more somber. "There's something we have to talk about, Adam." Before she continued, we heard the front door open, and we both sat up. In a moment Lauren was in the living room. I had nothing to hide and just sat there with everything hanging out, ready to confront Lauren. Susan, in contrast, got kind of skittish and retreated behind the couch. Initially shocked by the scene of her mother and ex-boyfriend in the buff, Lauren's demeanor quickly to turned to pained outrage. I didn't care. I was ready to bask in her outrage. "How could you do this to me?!!" She yelled at me so loudly that I suspected the neighbors could hear. "I thought we were in love! You said you loved me! But I find you cheating on me, with my own mother no less!" I stayed calm. "Why are you upset? I came here looking forward to a sweet reunion with you." I bent down to pull the necklace out of my pocket. "Look I even brought you a gift. But it was you cheated on me first, and you left me." "What?!!" Lauren clearly looked confused. "What are you talking about?" "Your mother told me that you've been seeing Steve every night while I was gone. Can you deny that's where you were now, with your precious Dr. Steve." My voice was dripping with venom. "You couldn't even break up with me yourself and asked Susan to do it for you." "What? What? I had to pull a late shift tonight at the hospital. I called my mom at lunch to ask her to tell you I'd be late." She was convincing, but I wasn't buying. "Don't try to get out of this," I spat. "Susan showed me the text you sent her. It said that she shouldn't let me call you because you didn't want to ruin your date with Steve. I called twice anyway, and you didn't answer either time." Much of her anger had dissipated by the time she responded. "I left my phone at home today." She looked up at Susan, revelation on her face. "Mom?" Her voice was like that of a little child. "Lauren, Sweetie. I can explain if you let me. I didn't want you to find out this way." Susan's emotions were a jumble. "Oh, I bet you didn't want me to find out." Some of Lauren's fury was returning, but directed at her mother. "Let me get this straight. You lied to my boyfriend, who you know I love more than anything and want to marry; convinced him that I betrayed him, then seduced him?" She seemed more sad than mad at this point. "We've always been so close and honest. We've always shared everything. You've never done anything to hurt me. Why now? Why this?" Tears were welling in her eyes and my heart was breaking. Unwitting or not, I had lead to her pain. I felt shame and guilt, and there was a huge hole in my heart where Lauren's love had once lived. "It's because I do love you so much and didn't want to hurt you that I felt driven to do this." Susan replied uneasily. "Oh, that makes a lot of sense. You hurt me because you didn't want to hurt me." Lauren wiped tears from her eyes. "Just listen for a moment." Susan collected her thoughts. "Remember the time that we talked about how lucky you were to have Adam and how unlucky I am to have no one." Lauren looked like she remembered. "Do you remember how you said that you would share Adam with me if you could figure out how it would work? You said that you loved me that much – enough to share the other love of your life." "Yea, but my point was that it couldn't work out. I thought it was just talk." "It wasn't just talk for me, Dear." Susan looked at the ground to collect her thoughts, and I was struck by the bizarreness of conducting this conversation with Susan and I nude. "You see, I fell for Adam about the same time you did. As your loved blossomed, so did mine. But mine was one sided. As your happiness with Adam grew, I began to resent you. I didn't want to feel that way, but I couldn't help my heart. I knew that if things continued the way they were that I would feel nothing but jealousy at your wedding. Since the day you were born I've always dreamed about being a happy, proud mother at your wedding. But these feelings I have for Adam were just going to make me a bitter, envious mother at your wedding. I was even afraid I would ruin your wedding somehow." We all waited for Susan to continue. "I was growing to hate you, and that was something I just couldn't live with. Eventually, I decided I couldn't live at all anymore. One day at lunch, I went to the top of my building at work. I was on the edge, my toes hanging over, fully prepared to jump." "Oh, Mommy, No!" Lauren was visibly disturbed by her mother's revelation. "I could never be happy if you killed yourself." "Standing there on the brink, I came to that very realization. I hadn't left a note, because if I told you the truth, I thought it would poison your happiness with Adam. But while I was standing there with the wind whipping my face, I realized that if I just killed myself for no good reason that it would probably eat at you. I was afraid that you might see suicide as a good option for yourself, and I couldn't allow you to take such a wonderful life as yours one day." You could hear the distress in Susan's trembling voice. "That's when I started devising this plan. A plan to have at least a taste of Adam. I recalled that you said you really would share him with me if you could, I began planning how I could be with Adam whether you thought it would work or not. I thought that if I could be with him once that I could put my jealously aside. Ultimately, it came down to the fact that I can live with you hating me, but I couldn't live with myself if I hated my own daughter. " "So can you put your jealousy aside?" Lauren was no longer furious or crying, just a little deflated. "Yes, because Adam clearly loves you so. I've put aside the feelings I have for him, and I'm truly happy for you. Please don't leave Adam just because of my trick. He would have never done this if I hadn't of tricked him. If you hate me, I can understand it. But know that I truly love you as I should again – as a mother should love and care for her daughter. No jealousy. No envy." Lauren and Susan gazed at each other in silence for several moments. Then as one they walked to the end of the couch, and hugged warmly as mother and daughter should. Both burst into tears, but the tears didn't seem to be flavored with as much grief this time. At one point, Lauren said, "I'm so glad you didn't kill yourself, Mommy." Other than that, no words were exchanged. Plenty of love was communicated, however. I was once again struck by the absurdity of the situation. Mother and daughter sharing a tender moment, but mother naked except for high heels. Cheating boyfriend naked on the couch. I was in the middle of it, but the situation boggled my mind. After a long time, they released their embrace. Lauren turned her attention to me while Susan remained at the far end of the couch. Slipping in next to me on the couch Lauren quietly asked, "Maybe you thought we were over, but it sure didn't take you long to find a replacement. Did it?" "Please, Lauren, you have to understand. I was devastated. I was hurt, and I wanted to hurt you too." "So, you were motivated by spite." Lauren probed. "Yes. Partly. If I hadn't of been so mad and dying to lash out at you, I would have been too sad to do anything no matter how attractive the woman consoling me was." I wanted so badly to repair things with Lauren, but my words weren't quite working too well. Lauren raised her eyebrows and asked, "So you do find my mom attractive then?" "Yes," I had to admit, "If I said no, you'd know I was lying. But that doesn't mean anything. You are the only one for me. I didn't know I could love anyone as much as I love you. You know how I found this?" I held the necklace up. "No. Tell me," she commanded, taking the present from me. "It was in the jewelry store where I was ordering an engagement ring for you." Lauren looked up at me, astonished. "That's right. I was going to surprise you on our seven month anniversary and ask you to marry me." It would be no surprise now, but one way or the other, I felt I had to use that information in this situation. Happiness leapt onto Lauren's face for the first time that day. "Really? On our 'anniversary?' That's so romantic." Lauren put an arm around my bare chest to hug me as she kissed me on the cheek. The kiss was like air to a drowning man. Then Laruen pulled back and looked at the necklace. "It's so pretty. Help me put it on," she requested. I gladly obliged her, reaching around to fasten the clasp behind her. She sat up and back a little. "How does it look?" "Beautiful, because it's on you." A bit corny, I know; but it was how I felt. Lauren must have sensed my sincerity. She once again put her arm around my chest and brought her face close to mine. Lauren's eyes were intensely serious as she looked into mine. She whispered, "Do you swear that you'll love me no matter what?" It was my turn to have watery eyes. "Yes." I choked out. "I'll always love you more than you can even imagine. Nothing and no one can change that." Lauren continued to peer into my eyes for a few moments, apparently weighing the veracity of my words. She must have been satisfied because she leaned to give me a warm, loving kiss. Again, I felt as though her kiss rescued me from a deadly abyss. I should have been satisfied, but my jealousy of Dr. Steve was amplified by the whole affair. Plus, it only seemed fair to hear the same from her. I separated myself from the bliss of her kiss, and against my better judgment I asked, "Do you swear that you'll always love me too?" "Yes. I'll always love you," was her thrilling reply. "You're the only man for me." With that she placed her lips back on mine. This time, there were flames of passion in her kiss. Lauren thrust her tongue into my mouth. We kissed with a level passion that we had never reached before. Both of us had thought our perfect relationship was over. Now that we had regained each other, our feeling seemed more intense than ever. Lauren's hand slid down my torso to rest between my legs. She began fondling my manhood and balls. Her touch was like magic, causing an immediate stirring. I stroked her rear, squeezing it lovingly but possessively. I then slipped my hand under her blouse to feel her bare back. I ran my finger up and down her back, marveling at the smooth softness which hid muscles like small bands of steel underneath. I couldn't get enough of Lauren and was focused on devouring every last bit of her love from her lips when Susan sat down on the couch close behind me. I had completely forgotten she was there, but now her hand was reaching around to play with the hair on my chest. Lauren lovingly broke off our kiss and said to me, "I know you love me with all your heart." She smiled and kissed me sweetly. "But I think your heart is big enough to share a little of it." With that, Lauren placed her hand on my chin and turned me around to face Susan. Susan's lovely face was close to mine. I stayed frozen, uncertain; but Susan brought her mouth to mine for a passionate kiss. I was like a stone until Lauren kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "It's okay. Go ahead. I want this. I want to share your love with my mother." Slowly, I began returning Susan's kiss. I let my lips enjoy dancing across hers. Susan's tongue played across my lips and darted between them. Still a little tentative, I gave a little rein to my desires and greeted her tongue with my own. Behind me, Lauren rewarded my increased involvement with her mother's mouth by stroking my back and sides and by seductively kissing my neck and shoulders. Emboldened by Lauren's support of my actions, I put an arm around Susan and drew her to me. Hungrily, I dined on her sweet mouth again. "Yes, that's it," Lauren encouraged, pleasure evident in her voice. I was somewhat concerned when Lauren sat up away from me, but I shouldn't have been. In a moment, Lauren touched my shoulder and said, "I know they're not as spectacular as my mom's, but I hope you still like my little titties." I turned to see Lauren topless, arching her back to display her perfectly formed C cups for me. They were far from little, and she knew it. But I went along with her game. "Lauren, no one could ever call your titties little. And you know that I find them so exquisite that I'm obsessed with them." I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her flat, firm tummy. I pulled her down, kissing my way up her body to her glorious breasts, which I inundated with enthusiastic kissing and nibbling. "I just wanted to make sure," Lauren cooed. "After all, you're going to be enjoying my mom's, which are like the eighth wonder of the world. So, I want to know you can still appreciate mine." "Oh, I appreciate them, alright." I greedily sucked one of her pert nipples into my mouth. Lauren gasped with pleasure, while I groaned with the same feeling. After a few moments of devouring first one breast then the other, I felt Susan's massive mountains pressing against the side of my face. Talk about being in heaven; I was surrounded by beautiful breast flesh. "I could use a little attention, too," I heard Susan say. Lauren pulled away a little, and I took it as a signal to turn my attention to Susan. Lauren's breasts were truly flawless and had the pertness of youth on their side, but Susan's were so well formed and so large that there was no way I could have a favorite. I eagerly gave Susan the attention she requested. Susan was somewhat above me, and I was practically drowning in her ample bosom – what a way to go. I sensed Lauren get up again, but this time I didn't worry and just concentrated on making love to Susan – doing my best to pleasure her in addition to me. Double My Pleasure Susan shifted her position, moving her hips away from me while keeping her upper body close to mine. I switched my attention back to her mouth, pulling her mouth firmly onto mine. This allowed me to see in front of me more, and what I saw was Lauren straddling me. I felt her hands stroke my fully erect member. Then while I was deep French kissing her mother, Lauren lowered herself onto my cock. "Oh, shit, did I need that," she proclaimed. Then she began rocking her pelvis to fuck me. With each thrust she let out a little moan of pleasure. I began matching her thrusts with my own, and she moaned, "Fuck, Adam! I need your cock." From the sounds of her moaning and tightening of her pussy around my rod, I could tell that Lauren was building her way toward climax. I saw her move her hand down to stimulate her clit. I wanted to focus more on bringing her to orgasm, but I was also occupied with Susan. Susan pulled her mouth away from mine, but instead of letting me focus on Lauren, she clutched my head to her breast. Feeling compelled give Susan's tits more attention, I grabbed one with both hands and sucked zealously in the way that had pleasured her earlier. Even both hands couldn't cover her globe. As I hoped, Susan responded with enthusiastic moans of pleasure. What I hadn't expected was Lauren's reaction. In a slutty, guttural voice I had never heard from Lauren, she urged me on. "Yeah, Baby! Suck my mommy's titty. Yeah, suck her big tits, Baby!" Lauren started fucking me harder and faster, while working her clit furiously. Obviously, the sight of her mom and I making love was a huge turn on for her. I tried my best to use my hands and mouth to make love to all of Susan and match Lauren's ferocious pumping at the same time, but I couldn't. Lauren seemed to be doing fine on her own, so I simply arched my pelvis up to give her a perfect riding position. Before long, I could feel Lauren getting close to orgasm, and I thought she could use a little help. Partly disengaging myself from Susan, I reached a hand up to squeeze one of Lauren's breasts and tweek the nipple. "Are you going to cum for me, Lauren? Come on, cum for me." I encouraged. That was apparently all she needed because Lauren began a loud, all-encompassing orgasm not long after my attentions commenced. I looked over and saw Susan wearing a big smile watching her daughter cum all over my cock. I simply enjoyed Lauren's climax as well, proving caresses and thrusts to keep her going whenever needed. At last, Lauren started to calm down from her excited state. Susan leaned over and gave me a warm kiss – a kiss from a mother to show me that she was happy and thankful that I could give such pleasure to her daughter. Immediately after, Lauren collapsed onto my chest. The three of us cuddled that way for a few moments, but it didn't take long for the fit Lauren to recover her strength. With a quick kiss, Lauren removed herself from me and stood up. She leaned over and whispered something in her mother's ear. I saw them smile and nod assent at each other. Lauren extended her hands to me. When I took them, she pulled me to a standing position then moved me a couple of steps away from the couch. Susan stood up and faced the couch, facing away from me. Lauren moved into a similar position at the other end of the couch. As one they both moved their legs apart and bent over until their heads were resting on the seat of the sofa. I had never seen a scene that fulfilled so many deep-seated desires and fantasies as this one. Lauren knew full well that doggie-style is my favorite position to cum in. Now, Lauren and Susan were both bent over, presenting their backdoors to me in open invitations to take them. What a sight their gorgeous asses atop their shapely legs made, forming perfect frames for their two flawless flowers of love. I must have enjoyed the scene for some time because Lauren teased me, "Well, are you just going to stand there?" "You'd better get to fucking one of us," Susan added. My cock was bobbing up and down in front of me, bigger than I'd ever felt it. I stepped up behind Susan, and this time I wasted no time. Grabbing her full ass firmly, I thrust my rod all the way into her in one powerful stroke. We both gasped in pleasure. The whole situation overstimulated my basic animal desires, and I was no longer a caring lover. I was a buck in rut and needed to satisfy my instinctual urges. I pounded Susan's pussy, enjoying every stroke. Although it was smooth with no evidence of "cottage cheese", her wide hips held a juicy, well-cushioned derriere. Each time I slammed into her, waves of ass flesh ebbed and flowed in a glorious manner. This was a new experience for me and I relished it. Susan was using one of her hands, to help stimulate her toward climax. I hoped that she hurried, because I wanted to finish in Lauren. I glanced at Lauren. She was looking at me with a huge, satisfied grin on her face. She was clearly happy that I was taking her mother from behind. I knew at that moment that this evening would not be an isolated incident. Somehow, it also made me love Lauren all the more. Suddenly, Susan's love canal started to pulse and her body spasmed with the same rhythm. "I'm cumming!" she announced loudly. She then launched into a series of four-letter words the likes of which I'd never heard – particularly from the mother of my girlfriend. As she came, Susan's pussy squeezed my hard cock like a hand. It was all I could do to keep from cumming myself. Finally, I felt that Susan's orgasm was subsiding, and I rapidly pulled out of her. I stood there for a few moments, gasping to catch my breath. I was so excited that I was afraid I would spurt all over their couch. But I got myself under control and moved behind Lauren. I wanted to go slow, but as soon as I entered Lauren I lost myself and just started pumping away. Lauren's had wide hips too, but her rear gets its rounded shape mostly from well-sculpted gluts. I was enjoying this contrast with Susan – in addition to the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy – when I felt Susan behind me. She moved up so that her pelvis arched around my rear as best as our height difference could allow. Then she began rubbing her huge breasts up and down my back. This stimulation from the back and front at the same time was indescribably stimulating. "Oh my, Gawd!" I exclaimed. Just then Lauren reverse-arched her back, thrusting her stomach and chest downward. She knows that this particular position stimulates my cock exquisitely. She looked back at me and used a voice that was more seductive than any I'd ever heard her use. "Are going to cum for me, Adam? Come on cum for me. Cum for me now, Baby." She was throwing my own words back at me, and they had the same effect. "Yeah, I gonna' cum for you, Baby! I'm gonna cum in that tight pussy of yours" I shouted. Before I could follow through, Susan came around to my side and started deep French kissing me. Well, that was too much and I exploded into an overpowering orgasm. I came so long and hard that I think that I couldn't have stayed on my feet if Susan hadn't helped to hold me up. I felt like I pumped every bit of me into Lauren. As much as I loved doggie style, I always wished that there was a way to enjoy kissing at the same time. Well, Susan had solved that problem. When I finally finished my intense orgasm, the three of us cuddled up on the couch with me delightfully in the middle. A couple of months have passed since that night, and the three of us have spent nearly every night together. Many nights I cum with both of them. I wouldn't think that I could do it twice every night, but the stimulation from two amazingly beautiful women who I dearly love does wonders. I've essentially moved in with them. When my lease ends next month, we'll move the rest of my stuff in or store it. The three of us go out together all the time. Dates to for dinner, movies, or dancing that Lauren and I used to share, now involve Susan too. So far, Susan and I avoid public displays of affection to minimize controversy. However, when Susan and I slow dance, people must wonder. We haven't told any friends or family yet. We'll have to do it, but how? Lauren and I are more in love than ever. Somehow adding her mother into the mix brought Lauren and I closer together. Surprisingly, Susan and I share an equally powerful love. Three weeks after we became a "triple", Lauren had to leave town for three nights for a conference. It was nice to be alone with Susan for awhile. Each night we drove to another town to have real dates with hand holding, etc. without the risk of running into family. Because it was clear that she was my cougar, we still got a few raised eyebrows, but that didn't stop us from enjoying. Every night, Susan and I enjoyed wonderfully fulfilling lovemaking. This experience solidified the love between Susan and I, but I was glad when Lauren returned. I know that Lauren and I both want to have kids someday, so marriage is still in our future. However, none of us has wanted to think how we'll manage our special arrangement if we make major changes like starting a family. For now the three of us are happy with the current arrangements with no changes. One can never know what the future will bring; so, I try to live in the moment. At the moment, I'm the happiest guy ever.