2 comments/ 19632 views/ 6 favorites An Adirondack Summer By: LustyWolf Author's Notes: I'd like to thank my editor, Kirk2004, for his expert editing and advice. This is a work of fiction created purely by my imagination. Any resemblance to real persons is coincidental. All characters are over 18 years of age. The story contains incest, but only as part of a larger story. I hope you enjoy it. Ratings and comments are always welcome. * ~ Amy and Dawn ~ Amy arrived at work ten minutes late, she'd been rushing around all day trying to get more in than the day would fit. Her first full day home from college for the summer was busy with the usual errands; shopping for sundries she'd need for her summer stay with Mom, cloths shopping for her summer job, and catching up with her old high school friends. "You're late for your first day! Chuck's not going to like that," Joan, the barmaid, snapped at Amy as she rushed to put her purse away and set herself up for her first shift at the Black Bear Pub. "Sorry, it's been a hectic day," Amy apologized. "You don't need to apologize to me. Just don't let Chuck find ya com-in late is all," Joan said as she remained busy wiping the bar where a customer had just left. "Yeah, I really need this job. I'm lucky Chuck has the hots for my mom. I called him from school on my 21st birthday, and he hired me on the spot, right there over the phone." "Damn straight you're lucky. Better get here on time if you're plan-in on keeping it," Joan replied. The Black Bear Pub was an old log building with a dark green roof, and a large gravel parking lot. It sat just outside of town on narrow mountain road. The knotty pine interior had an ancient varnished glow only time can give wood. A large stuffed black bear greeted customers as they entered the door. A long bar, usually studded with locals, stretched along the back wall and to the left. A moose head reigned over the bar, while a couple of subordinate deer heads flanked the walls over dinning stalls to the right. At the far left end, past the bar, a couple of pool tables lie in wait for the bored and restless. A back room, just past the pool tables, is used for large gatherings; banquets, meetings, and the occasional holiday party. "Who's the gent at the end of the bar?" Amy asked Joan. "Don't know. Some professor. He's been com-in here all week. Why don't you go ask him if he's do-in alright down there. This keg just kicked, I gotta get another from the cellar." Amy saw something she liked in the man at the end of the bar, something she liked for her mother. Her adoptive mother Dawn had not had sex with a man since Amy's father died seven years ago. Amy, for the past four years, ever since she was eighteen, tried to get her mother to date again. "There's no one I want to date in this town," Dawn would say. "They're all too rough around the edges, and they drink too much." "Just hook up with someone here on vacation then," Amy would implore her mother many times over the years. "I'm not going to entertain the idea of a one night stand," her mother would always reply. Coming from a well bred New England background and living in a small mountain town in the Adirondack Mountains had been an adjustment for young Dawn. She met her husband while attending Mt. Holyoke college; he attended U Mass at Amherst. They married shortly after graduation, and just before Amy's father accepted a civil engineering job in the Adirondacks. Dawn and her husband tried in vain for two years to get pregnant. After a battery of tests, it turned out Dawn was infertile. They adopted Amy soon afterwards. When Amy was fourteen years old, her adoptive father passed away. He died on the job. While inspecting work on a bridge, a crane operator dropped a steal beam on his head. Dawn entered a deep state of mourning. The loss of the love of her life was too much for her to bear. Her grief sucked the life out of her, and put her into a long social hibernation. During the first three years after her husband died, Dawn didn't go out of the house, except to grocery shop. She didn't work or socialize; she was a mess. After three years of intense mourning, she finally took a job as a clerk in the local town hall. Life resumed for Dawn, but she still couldn't bring herself to date anyone. At 45 years old, Dawn was still a good looking woman. Her reddish brown hair had not grayed yet, and her youthful skin still hung on past its expiration date. All the local single men, and some not so single, hounded her to go out with them. Of the women within easy driving distance of this small Adirondack town, she was by far the most attractive. The local men didn't excite Dawn though, and she used that as an excuse to delay dating again. Dawn was perpetually in mourning and perpetually horny. She often cried herself to sleep while masturbating. Amy heard her through the thin walls of their modest one story home. Amy heard moans and crying almost every night. She couldn't have known those moans were moans of ecstasy; she thought her mother's moans were moans of mourning. For years, it broke Amy's heart to hear her mother moaning and then crying in her bedroom. She thought her mother would eventually get over the death of her father, so she let her mother be during those nights she heard those sounds emanating from her mother's room. Finally, she felt she needed to comfort her mother; the moaning had gone on too long, four years too long. One night, shortly after her eighteenth birthday, when the moans coming from her mom's bedroom were particularly loud, Amy opened her mother's bedroom door and slipped in. Amy worked out a plan in her mind. She would move quickly, before her mother could protest, and slip quickly into bed with her mom to console her. Her mother left a light on by her bedside table so she could read one of her X-rated romance novels. She used the erotic literature as an aid for masturbation. When Amy entered the room, she didn't see that her mother was naked, with her legs splayed out wide, and one hand holding the X-rated romance novel. She also didn't see her mother's other hand holding a dildo and shoving it deep into her pussy. Amy focused only on following the plan in her head. She moved quickly from the door to her mother's bed. Her eyes focused on the task at hand, and not on what was really happening on her mother's bed. Dawn didn't immediately see the door open, and by the time she did see Amy scurrying across the short distance between the door and her bed, she was speechlessly in shock. Amy slipped onto her mother's bed. She slid up to Dawn's side and wrapped her arms around her. "It's ok Mom; everything is going to be ok," she said, just as she had rehearsed it in her mind. After a brief consoling hug, Amy's mind finally focused on the reality in her mother's bed. "Mother! What are you doing? What...What...Jesus Mom...What The Fuck!" Amy cried in disbelief. She pulled back from the hug, but she remained on the bed. It's not that Amy was a prude. As a lesbian and someone who masturbated often herself, she was well aware of what her mother was doing, once the image of it reached its way through all the preconceived images in her mind, those images of her mother moaning in mourning all these years. Dawn, not one for hysterics, remained as she was, the X-rated romance novel in one hand, and her dildo in her other hand shoved deep in her pussy. "I've always given you the privacy you deserve, Amy especially when you have Lisa over. Don't you think I don't know what goes on in your room!" Dawn said, continuing to pretend to read her book. "Yes, Mom. I'm sorry. I should not have come in without knocking. I just thought you were always moaning and crying for Dad in here. I wanted to comfort you." "Well, you're partly correct. As for the rest, a woman has her needs. I'm not doing anything you yourself haven't done." "You're right, Mom, I'm sorry, it's just that you're my mother..." "Your adoptive mother," Dawn interjected. She recently developed a habit of adding the adoptive adjective. Amy found her biological mother through a reunion registry, and while Dawn supported the contact, it did make her feel a little less special. Amy decided her mother still needed consoling, but now that the light of reality had shown the moans for what they were, a different flavor of consoling crossed Amy's mind. She moved closer so that their bodies were touching. Amy moved her left hand to Dawn's left breast and started caressing her. "Continue Mom, it's ok. I'm here for you." Dawn, reluctant at first, continued to masturbate while Amy massaged her breasts and snuggled her head against her adoptive mother's neck. It comforted Dawn to have another human being touching her during sex, even if it was sex with herself. Dawn longed for that human touch. However, out of some sense of moral obligation to her dead husband, or simply the fear of starting a relationship with someone new, she made one excuse after another to avoid doing anything about it. And so, that night started Dawn and Amy's special arrangement. After that night, Dawn found it cold to masturbate alone. She contemplated asking Amy to come lie by her while she played with herself, like that fateful night; but she hesitated. She was her mother after all, her adoptive mother, but her mother nonetheless. Two weeks after that eventful night, Dawn was in a particularly depressed mood. It was the anniversary of her husband's death. That night, while masturbating, she felt especially vulnerable. "Amy, can you come in here?" She yelled softly through the wall between their two bedrooms. Amy heard her mother and got up and went into her room. "What's wrong, Mom?" "Nothing dear, come lie with me. Please." Amy could see what her mother needed. She pulled her nightie off and was now as nude as her mom. She slipped in Dawn's bed and cuddled up the her. She moved her hands to her mother's body and started caressing her. "Continue Mom," Amy said. Dawn commenced pleasuring herself with her dildo as Amy supplied the human touch she so desired. From that point on, Dawn's masturbation sessions often included Amy. Amy's participation in her mother's masturbation grew slowly from simply touching and caressing to, over time, cunnilingus. Since Amy's level of participation grew over a long period of time, it seemed a natural progression for the two. If on that first night, when Amy went into her mother's room hearing what she thought were moans of mourning, if that first night Amy tried anything other than simply caressing Dawn's breasts, the two would have stopped; both too ashamed to go on. But since they advanced incrementally, each increment along a continuum from simply touching to cunnilingus, each increment was only a minor infraction from the last. Each line in the sand was a line that could be breached the next time. Oh, they knew it was wrong, even if Amy and Dawn weren't blood related. It simply didn't feel wrong to them. ~ Jack ~ "Everything ok down here? Can I get you anything?" Amy asked the gentleman at the end of the bar. The professor was busy reading his book. Hearing a voice other than Joan's, he looked up and saw a barmaid he hadn't seen in the Black Bear heretofore. "I'll have another beer," said the professor. Amy poured him a beer, and, as she set the beer on the bar, said, "I'm Amy. I'm new here. This is my first night." "Jack," the professor said. "What brings you to the Black Bear?" Amy inquired. "I'm spending the summer up here," Jack said. His answer to her inquiry intrigued Amy. After four years of trying to get Dawn to date someone, Amy recently decided to change tack regarding her mother's dating prospects, or lack thereof. If her mother wouldn't entertain the idea of a one night stand with a vacationer, she might be willing to have a summer romance with one. "What do you do that gives you the summers off?" Amy inquired. "I'm a professor at a small college down state from here," Jack replied. "Oh, which one?" "Bard, have you heard of it?" "Of course, good school," Amy said. "I just finished my junior year at U Mass." "Good school also," Jack added. "What does your wife say about you spending the summer alone up here?" Amy slyly snuck in to the conversation. She didn't see a ring on his finger, but perhaps he was one of those non-ring types she thought. Either way she was hoping he would open up about his status; perhaps a girlfriend was left back at Bard and would be joining him for the weekends. "I haven't been married for fourteen years," is all Jack said. No mention of a girlfriend. "Your girlfriend meeting you up here for the weekends then I suppose?" Amy prodded as she wiped the bar with the bar towel. She tried to appear only mildly interested when in fact she was very interested in his status. 'But how could such a catch be single,' Amy thought. 'Jack looks to be about the same age as Mom,' she thought. To this point, she had only seen him sitting at the bar, but he appeared to be tall, lean and strong. His brown hair was full, and only graying a little at his temples. She saw his steal blue eyes as hauntingly beautiful. His face was ruggedly handsome with a strong angular jaw. Amy saw something comfortingly familiar in Jack's face. Jack looked like an outdoors-man, but not someone who made a living outdoors. "I just broke up with my last girlfriend about three months ago," Jack said, adding the missing detail Amy was looking for. Amy's heart jumped, but, she had to be careful not to appear as if she herself was applying for the job as his next girlfriend. How to work her mother into this conversation was her next quandary. Amy had other customers she needed to tend to, and Joan started working her way down to Jack's end of the bar to see what was keeping Amy. Amy moved away from Jack and served some of the other customers. It was a slow night; the tourist season wasn't in full bloom yet. Soon the bar cleared of everyone except two locals jawing on about someone they thought was an asshole, and Jack reading his book at the other end. Amy worked her way back down to Jack. "Need another beer down here?" she asked Jack, his head down reading his book. "Yeah, why not, " Jack said as he marked his page and put his book down. "So, what are you majoring in at UMass?" he asked Amy. 'Oh good, he wants to talk,' Amy thought as she brought him another beer. "Environmental Sciences," Amy said. "I hope to do something to help protect this beautiful place." "You mean the Adirondack Park or the entire planet?" Jack asked. "I'll start with the park," she said with a smile. "Do you live in town?" asked Jack. "Yeah, I live with my mother when I'm not at school. She's the prettiest woman in town, and she's single right now. I should hook you two up," Amy said to Jack with a big grin. She thought she found the opening she was looking for to introduce the idea of him meeting her mom; she was hoping she didn't come across as too forward. "She can't be prettier than you," Jack said in a flirtatious tone. He wasn't seriously flirting with her, he was old enough to be her father, he thought. Jack wasn't into young things anymore. He learned his lesson on that front. When he was in his thirties, he dated several former students. It always started out very sexual, but then ended very badly. But he meant what he said. As he sat there looking at Amy, he noticed just what a beautiful young woman she was. He admired her red hair, it reminded him of his mother's hair; strawberry blond, but with a hint more red than usual for a strawberry blond. Her freckles enhanced her complexion, they were light and translucent. The sparkle of her blue eyes danced with the freckles on her face. She was slim, but with enough hip that her hips made a statement. Her breasts looked to be a C-cup, but with her slim waist they let you know they were there, pert and leading the way. Amy's body had that sexy mix between athletic fit and feminine soft. Jack was thinking that if he was in his twenties again, he would most definitely make a play for her. He had no idea at this point Amy was a lesbian. She didn't wear her sexual orientation on her sleeve. "Oh, my mother is way hotter than me," Amy's voice snapped Jack out of his day dream. Jack looked at her doubtfully. At that moment, he couldn't imagine anyone hotter than Amy. "I'm only here to fish, hike, read and write," Jack said. "No women for you this summer then, Jack?" Amy asked "I had my fill of women for a while. I'm here to take a break." "What are you writing?" "A novel, I hope. We'll see if it amounts to anything," Jack said as he opened his book again and started reading. Amy was happy she made the first connection with Jack. She'd see him again tomorrow most likely. Joan said that he comes in every day. She would work on him some more tomorrow, she'd find a way to introduce him to her mom, she was confident of that. Jack's desire was to sequester himself in the mountains for the summer to finish a novel he started many years ago but never seemed to find the time to finish. He had just completed a major research project while on sabbatical, and, since he wasn't teaching this past semester, he was able to get a jump on the summer break. Over the past few years, Jack increasingly felt his life was unfulfilled, and there was something more than his hedonistic lifestyle to live for. Back when he was a grad student, he married a fellow grad student after he got her pregnant. Their intentions were to keep the child, but the realization that they both couldn't manage being parents and finish grad school hit soon after the baby was born. The baby was immediately put up for adoption. Jack plunged himself into his studies and his career, and he didn't think too much more about the child he gave up. His marriage broke up seven years later, and after that he plunged himself into a hedonistic life. He went on a dating binge. Hitting every female professor, and even some students, he could get his cock into. As each relationship fell apart, he saw it as an opportunity to try someone new, not as a failure. After many years of failed relationships though, he was getting weary of the game. After reading at the bar for another hour Jack said goodnight and stood to leave. As he stood, Amy got a good look at the rest of him, and she wasn't disappointed. "See ya tomorrow, Jack?" Amy asked as he approached the door. The professor just nodded and walked out. ~ Lisa's gift to Dawn ~ The bar closed early on weekdays, not much business in this small mountain town after 10:00 P.M. Amy made arrangements to meet her girlfriend Lisa back at her mother's place after her shift at the pub. As Amy drove home from the Black Bear, she remembered the first time she met Lisa. The two met in high school. 'What are the odds, of two lesbians, who were instantly attracted to one another, and who got along so well, could have been in the same English class in such a small town?' Amy thought as she drove her car down a dark twisty mountain road toward her mother's house. After high school, Lisa was accepted at Williams College in Massachusetts, and Amy chose her father's Alma mater. The campus at Williams was only an hour's drive from UMass, so the two lovers could get together every weekend. It might have been tough to get private time to make love during their freshman and sophomore years since they both were required to live in dorms on campus, but luckily for them, Lisa's dorm mate, being somewhat of a loner, lived within easy driving distance of the school and went home most weekends. Once the girls reached their junior year, they were allowed to live off campus. They rented a place half way between each school, and within a half hour's commute of each University. An Adirondack Summer As Amy drove the last mile to her mother's house, she thought back to the first time she told Lisa about her and her mother, that first night in her mother's bedroom when she went to console her mom, but found her masturbating, and the subsequent times since. Amy confided in Lisa while she was in her freshman year at UMass that she was "helping her mother masturbate," as she always referred to it. In Amy's mind, she was only helping her mother masturbate, even if things had advanced past that. She never thought of her sessions with her mom as having sex or making love. Initially, Lisa was shocked when Amy confided in her, but Lisa held a secret crush on Dawn herself, and soon Lisa started fantasizing about Dawn. Lisa told Amy that one day she'd like to help Amy help her mother. Dawn missed Amy's touch while she was away at college. Her masturbation sessions felt cold and lifeless without Amy there. As soon as Amy returned home from college for holidays or summer break, she resumed helping her mother add that human touch during her time of need. This year would be no different. When Amy came home for the summer the night before, she slipped into her mother's room and helped her mother masturbate. Lisa was to spend the night in Amy's room that night and the two lovers would share a bed; it had been a few days since the girls last made love. Lisa had not seen Amy since they arrived in town. She spent the previous night at her parents' house. Dawn was ok with being alone that night. She knew she couldn't impose on Amy's life. She would take what she could get from Amy when she was available. It was Lisa that thought up the idea of bringing Dawn into the mix that night. She previously mentioned she'd like to help Amy help her mother masturbate someday. Amy simply brushed off the comment. She didn't think Lisa was serious. As Amy arrived home from the Black Bear and pulled into her mother's driveway, she saw that her lover already arrived, her car was parked where Lisa normally parked it when she visited. As Amy came in through the door, she saw her mother and Lisa sitting close together on the couch drinking some wine. They were so close that their bodies were touching and Lisa's hand was on Dawn's arm. "Hi dear, how was your first night?" Dawn asked Amy as she came in the door. "Great. I think I'm going to like working there. Everyone's nice and I met some interesting customers tonight." Lisa got up from the couch and came across the room to greet her lover. She kissed Amy on the lips. Amy could taste the wine. "How long have you been here?" she asked. "Only a half hour. Your mom and I have been catching up," Lisa explained. "I see that," Amy said with a look that said 'what are you doing?' Lisa smiled and winked at Amy. "Let me get you a glass of wine. You need to relax lover," Lisa said as she went to the kitchen to get the wine. Amy came into the kitchen to talk privately with Lisa. "I told your mother she could watch us make love tonight," Lisa blurted out. "What!" Amy said in disbelief. "I mentioned to your mom that you told me all about how you help her masturbate. I figured we shouldn't keep secrets. Our lives are an open book anyway. Everyone knows we're lovers. We don't hide we're lesbians," Lisa said. "Look, we've been together for how many years now? You have this thing with your mom, and I need to be a part of it," Lisa added looking soulfully into Amy's eyes. Amy knew Lisa was right, but this line Amy hadn't thought about breaching. She compartmentalized her special relationship with her mother to the point where Lisa wasn't ever on her mind when she "helped" her mother. Amy took a large gulp of wine. She was going to need it tonight she thought. "She's going to watch us make love, and then what?" Amy asked Lisa. "We'll see what happens," Lisa said sipping her wine. The three sat in the living room sipping wine and chatting. The girls filled Dawn in with details of their last semester. Amy sat nervously thinking of what was about to unfold. She knew, if Lisa and her made love in front of Dawn, they would both wind up helping her mother masturbate as some point that night. As the wine worked to sooth her nerves, she began to warm up to the idea of a threesome with her mom. Lisa took the lead. She leaned in to Amy and kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. Amy turned her head to Lisa and the two girls kissed passionately. They spent a lot of time tenderly kissing. Their lips parted and their tongues flicked and danced like gentle waves lapping upon a shore. Lisa's hands caressed Amy's hair, neck, and shoulders as the their tongues communicated their lust for one another. Lisa slid her hand up under Amy's shirt and massaged her lover's breasts through her thin lacy bra. She then pulled Amy's shirt up over her head and off her. She lowered her head to her lover's cleavage and kissed between Amy's soft valley of flesh. Dawn got up to close the curtains. She then removed her shoes and sat down in a lounge chair opposite the girls and reclined in it. Watching the young girls kiss and fondle, exited her. She felt a tingle in her loins and her pussy moistened. She unbuttoned the front of her dress and moved her left hand to her right breast and massaged her nipple. Amy helped Lisa out of her blouse and unclasped her bra. When Lisa's bra fell to the floor, Amy leaned in and sucked Lisa's nipples. She cupped her lover's breasts with both hands and devoured first the left breast then the right. Lisa then removed Amy's bra and lowered her lips to her lover's nipples. As Lisa sucked and played with Amy's breasts, Amy watched her mother as she lifted her dress and removed her panties. Dawn spread her legs and moved her hand down to her pussy. Amy's eye's were fixed on Dawn's pussy as her mother worked her clit while she watched the two girls slowly seduce each other. Amy lifted Lisa's head from her breasts and kissed her passionately again. Their tongues danced and played in each other's mouth for five more minutes as their fingers caressed each other's skin. Lisa's hand moved between Amy's legs and slowly up to her twat. She massaged Amy's pussy through her jeans; her loins were drenched with desire and her breathing became more labored. Amy stood and slid her jeans off and then her panties. Lisa pushed her back on the couch and spread her legs. She knelt on the floor and kissed her way up Amy's left leg to the red fiery bush covering her cunt. Lisa stopped at Amy's twat only long enough to kiss her pussy lips and inhale her sweet aroma before she kissed her way down her right leg. Meanwhile, Dawn got up and removed her dress. She unclasped her bra and stepped out of her panties. Naked now, Dawn went to her bedroom to retrieve her dildo. She returned to the recliner, spread her legs, and inserted her dildo in her cunt. By the time Dawn returned with her dildo, Lisa had kissed her way back up to Amy's pussy. She was now eating Amy slowly and romantically. Amy watched her mother while Lisa made love to her with her tongue. Lisa inserted a couple of fingers of her right hand into Amy's pussy and massaged her G-spot while her tongue slowly, yet deliberately, bathed her clit. Lisa's left hand roamed up to Amy's belly, and she let her fingers trace a ticklish trail down to her fiery mound. She grabbed her lover's mound and kneaded it while her tongue danced with her clit. "Oh... yeah... oh... that's... it... I love that. Love the way you make love to my pussy, baby. Oh... ah..haa... haa... yeah...keeep... thaat... uup, " Amy cried as her lust rose. Lisa lavished Amy's clit with her tongue as her fingers picked up the tempo on her lover's G-Spot. Amy's breathing became short and more audible as her lust deepened. "Oh...ah...O...O...ha...ah...h..." She writhed under her lover's expert tongue. As Amy's climax neared, Lisa quickened the pace of assault on her lover's cunt. Amy moaned loudly as her own hands tweaked her nipples. As Amy's orgasm started, she grabbed Lisa's head and pulled it hard into her clit. Amy screamed with delight as her climax washed over her. She shook and shivered for a good minute; her orgasm was that good. As Amy lay there spent, Lisa turned around to see what Dawn was doing. Dawn was fingering her clit and moving the dildo in and out of her pussy slowly. She had a lustful look on her face, but she did not look ready to cum yet. Lisa crawled over to Dawn and looked up at her wantonly. She reached up, moved Dawn's hand away from her clit, and looked deep into her eyes, and then she slowly moved her face to her clit. Lisa's tongue found the love button of the older woman's cunt and she started licking, twirling, and nibbling it. Lisa's other hand moved up and found Dawn's left hand on the dildo. She gently pushed Dawn's hand away and replaced it with hers. She then proceeded to fuck Amy's mother while she eat her clit. Amy got up from the couch and moved over to her mother. She lowered her face to her mother's face; they kissed passionately while Lisa worked the dildo between Dawn's legs. Amy moved her attention lower; she kneaded Dawn's breasts and licked and sucked her nipples as her lover fucked her mother's cunt. "Oh yes...yes...fuck me...fuck me hard," Dawn cried out. Lisa increased the tempo she was shoving the dildo in and out with. "Ohhhh... juusst... liiike... that," Dawn hissed at every shove of the dildo. Lisa clamped down hard with her mouth on Dawn's clit and licked vigorously at it with her tongue. Soon Dawn's body shook and she screamed out, "I'mmm... cummm... mmming... ooohhh...yesss... ooh." Lisa removed the dildo but continued to lightly lick Dawn's cunt for another minute as she worked Dawn down from her climax slowly. When Lisa stood up, her face was moist with Dawn's juice. Amy kissed her mother's pussy juice off Lisa's face lovingly. "Thank you," Amy said sincerely to Lisa as she kissed her. Even though she had not considered bringing Lisa into her special relationship with her mother, she was relieved now that it was done. And that Lisa had taken the initiative, made Amy feel more strongly in love with her. Lisa hadn't cum yet. Amy led her lover to her bedroom and to her bed. She removed her lover's jeans and panties and climbed on the bed up to Lisa's face. The two kissed passionately for a few minutes. Amy then slowly kissed her way down Lisa's body. First to her neck, then shoulders, then to her small 32B cup breasts. Dawn stood in the doorway watching, she wasn't sure whether to come in or let the two girls have each other alone. As Amy kissed her way down to her lover's pussy, Lisa noticed Dawn and she motioned for her to come in. Dawn slowly moved to the bed and sat on the edge. Lisa pulled Dawns face to hers and the two kissed softly. Amy spread her lover's legs wide and lavished Lisa's clit with her tongue. She moved her tongue down Lisa's slit and drove it into her cunt. She lapped up hard as her tongue probed the folds of Lisa's pussy. She moved her mouth back to Lisa's clit and slid a couple of fingers into her love hole. Amy found Lisa's G-spot and worked it as her tongue worked her clit. Dawn continued to kiss Lisa while her hands gently stroked her face. It didn't take long for Lisa to cum. She got extremely excited while eating first Amy and then Dawn. Her body quivered all over as Amy's tongue brought her to orgasm. Dawn thanked the girls for a wonderful evening and went to bed. "Your mom really needs a man," Lisa said to Amy after her mother went to bed. When I was fucking her with her dildo, she really responded. "You know I've been trying to get her to date. She just makes one excuse after another," Amy said. "I met someone at the Black Bear that would be perfect for her. He's a professor at Bard, and he is spending the summer here. This could be a perfect summer romance for her. I just have to figure out how to convince her to let go of my father's memory and go for it," Amy said, as she discussed the matter with Lisa. The next morning at breakfast Dawn had a talk with Amy and Lisa. "Girls, I want to thank you for last night. But I think I need to start dating. Last night was lovely, but it made me realize, I can't be making love to my daughter and her lover. You two have been together now for a number of years. It looks like it's going to last. You're a couple, and I can't be in the middle of that. Besides, I'm not a lesbian. I'm probably not even bisexual. Amy and I have done some things we probably shouldn't have. I realize Amy was trying to help me, but...." Dawn looking down didn't finish her sentence. Amy was flooded with conflicting emotions. She was ecstatic that her mom mentioned she needed to start dating, but she saw the anguish on her mother's face, and this troubled her. "It's ok, Mom, we understand, we're here for you," Amy said as she got up and hugged her mother. Amy didn't know what else to say to her. She wanted to tell her not to feel ashamed of what they had done. She wanted to tell her she found a man for her last night at the Black Bear. She wanted to tell her something, anything to help her mother feel better. But Amy couldn't say anything else that morning. Nothing seemed appropriate at that very moment. ~ Amy schemes ~ That evening at the Black Bear, Amy was just starting her shift when Jack came in and took up his usual perch at the end of the bar. "Hi Jack. Can I get you a drink?" Amy said to him as she came down to Jack's end of the bar. "Good evening. It's Amy right?" Jack said. He remembered her name alright. He just didn't want to appear too familiar. "That's right; good memory," Amy said. "What will ya have?" "Make it a beer. That local micro-brew is fine." Amy racked her brain for an idea of how to bring up the subject of her mother again. Last night Jack said he was here to take a break from women for a while. If she seemed too pushy, it would backfire. She decided to simply let the beauty of her mom speak for itself. She picked up her cell phone and called Dawn. "Mom, can you bring me my sweater? They got the air conditioner blasting in here and my nipples are showing," Amy spoke into her cell. Fifteen minutes later Dawn entered the Black Bear with Amy's sweater. It wasn't as cold as Amy led her mother to believe, so when she saw her car pull into the parking lot, she went into the walk-in refrigerator for a few minutes. Once inside, she pressed her chest up against the cold steel of the refrigerator door. Her shirt was made of thin cotton and her bra was silky thin with no padding. When she came out of the refrigerator, her nipples were indeed erect and showing. "It doesn't seem that cold in here dear, but you're right, you're poking out of that shirt," Dawn said to Amy as she handed her the sweater. "Thanks Mom. Hey, come on down to the quiet end of the bar. I'll buy you a drink." Dawn walked to the far end of the bar and took up a seat a couple of stools from Jack. "What can I get you, Mom?" Amy said loud enough for Jack to hear. Jack looked up from his book and stole a glance at Dawn. "A glass of white wine. A chardonnay is fine," Dawn said. Amy brought her mother a glass of chardonnay. "Are you eating tonight, Jack?" Amy asked Jack. "Yeah, burger please, medium rare, cheddar cheese, and bacon," Jack ordered "You got it." Amy started to walk away, and then she thought she'd just go for it. She turned before she got past her mother and said, "Oh, Jack, this here is my mother, Dawn. Mom, Jack." Dawn sat with a bewildered look on her face. She couldn't think of how Amy could know this gentleman. She'd only arrived home from college earlier that week, and she just started working here the night before this. But she was polite and said, "Nice to meet you." Jack smelled a set up, but judging from the look on Dawn's face, he knew she had nothing to do with it. So he was cordial and reached his hand over to introduce himself. "Jack is a college professor. He's at Bard. Jack's spending the summer up here," Amy said to her mother as she walked toward the kitchen to put Jack's food order in. As Jack introduced himself to Dawn, he could see Amy wasn't lying about her being a beauty. In fact, Jack liked what he saw in Dawn so much so, that he forgot for a minute he was up here to take break from women for the summer. Dawn was also intrigued by Jack. He was not only handsome, but a professor as well. "Where are you staying?" Dawn asked Jack. "I'm renting a cottage on the lake from Mark Sherman," Jack replied. "Oh I know Mark. I see him occasionally when he comes in to pay his taxes or buys his fishing license. I work in the town hall. I'm a clerk," Dawn said. "The cottage is nice, and it's right on the water. There are a lot of loons on the lake. It's nice to hear them calling to one another," Jack said. "You teach at Bard? When I attended Mt. Holyoke, a class mate of mine transferred to Bard for her junior year. We were close friends at Mt. Holyoke, but shortly after she transferred, she stopped replying to my letters. I stopped writing. I often wondered what happened to her," Dawn said. "You attended Mt. Holyoke? My ex-wife did her undergrad there," Jack said. "Oh, you're not married?" Dawn said. She had glanced at his ring finger so she figured he wasn't but better to have conformation. "No, it didn't work out. We married when we were in grad school. We broke up a long time ago. "Any children?" Dawn inquired. "No." There was a moment of pause as Jack stared off deep in thought. "In truth, she got pregnant, or I got her pregnant to be more precise. That's part of the reason we married. She couldn't bring herself to have an abortion. After we were married, we changed our minds about raising a child while we were in grad school, so we put the baby up for adoption," Jack said solemnly. "That must have been a hard thing to do," Dawn said. Jack didn't say anything. He just nodded his head slightly with a pained look on his face. Dawn, to change the subject, said, "It's been years since I've heard any loons. We don't live near the water. My late husband use to take me canoeing on the same lake you're renting on, and we'd love watching and listening to the loons." "Here's your burger, Jack," Amy said as she came to the end of the bar with Jack's food. "Mom, I ordered you your favorite, a salad with grilled chicken. It will be ready any minute," Amy said to her mother. "I didn't know I was eating here," Dawn said with a surprised look on her face. "The least I could do after dragging you down here to bring me my sweater," Amy said. She wanted her mother to stay. The longer she talked to Jack the more likely something would happen between them, she thought. Dawn and Jack carried on a light conversation as they ate their dinners, and then for another hour afterwards. Dawn was interested in Jack. It felt good to have male companionship again. She rarely engaged men in conversation while at her job at the town hall. Since the death of her husband, it was all business with Dawn where men were concerned. Maybe the wine loosened her up, but whatever it was, she found herself enjoying Jack's company. Jack offered to take her canoeing on the lake to see some loons. She surprised herself when she said yes without giving it a second thought. They set a date for the next day since it was Dawn's day off. ~ Dawn awakes ~ The next day Dawn met Jack at the cottage he rented. They packed a blanket and a picnic lunch, and headed out on the lake in the canoe. It was a warm but cloudy day, with not a whisper of wind. They saw plenty of loons as they paddled across the serene mountain lake. The loons were calling back and forth to each other. A stream of emotions welled up in Dawn as the loons eerie calls echoed across the lake. She needed to take a moment as she sat glassy eyed remembering when her late husband took her on this same lake to hear them. An Adirondack Summer After an hour of paddling, they stopped on the island to have their picnic lunch. While eating lunch, Dawn filled Jack in on some of the details of her life; how she had come to be a widow, and how she hadn't dated anyone since her husband died. Dawn told Jack that Amy was adopted, and that she was a lesbian, and how she supported her daughter when she came out of the closet as a young teenage girl. Jack, at first, said very little about his ex-wife or any of his past relationships. He mostly talked about the college, his interests in nature, and his various adventures. "Tell me about your ex-wife, Jack," Dawn inquired. She was dying to find out what happened to Jack's marriage, and why this handsome, charming guy was single. "We met in grad school. We started the same year and had a morning class together. The very first day I saw her I knew I wanted to go out with her. I think it took me a week to get up the nerve to ask her out," Jack began. "We fell hard for one another and soon we were inseparable. The first year was glorious, but after she got pregnant, we married and gave up the child for adoption - things went slowly but steadily downhill after that." "Giving up a child must have been a hard thing to do," Dawn interjected. "To tell you the truth, I didn't think much about it at the time. I was focused on getting my graduate degree," Jack said in a solemn tone while looking out across the lake. "Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Dawn began to say. She saw the anguish on Jack's face as he stared out on the lake. "It's ok. Funny, I've never given much thought to it until lately," Jack said. "Continue. What happened to your marriage?" Dawn asked Jack continued. "Everything, our entire lives, became a competition to her, and she felt she was always losing. We started grad school the same time, but I got my PhD before her. I got a teaching job before she even finished her education. I published before her and was awarded tenure first. I wasn't competing. I was simply doing what was expected of me. I had a wife to support, and career to administer to. I tried in vain to get her to see that, but it ate at her, and she always felt like she came in second in some kind of competition. Little things bothered her too. If I appeared to beat her or best her at something, she would be furious. If we had friends over to play cards and I won, I got the look. If we went to the track and my horse came in and hers didn't, I got the look. The look said it all, "You're beating the life out me, Jack." The relationship became a real chore. I tried to convince her to seek professional help, but she wouldn't. After about seven years, she simple left me one day. She said she couldn't compete anymore." Nothing romantic happened that day. They simply enjoyed each other's companionship. Jack found Dawn not only easy to talk to, but a refreshing change from the other women he'd been dating. Jack had been dating other faculty members exclusively, except for his brief stint with some students when he was in his thirties. None of his romantic relationships with other professors lasted. When Jack wasn't teaching, he was a quiet person; he was introspective. He found the female professors he had dated needy. They talked incessantly, afraid a single moment left silent would signify their failure to fill it with some heady intellectual thought. They, in turn, read Jack's silence as disinterest which only made them talk all the more, trying to fill the silent spaces for two. Dawn was a lot like Jack, quiet and introspective. It's not that they didn't talk to one another. They talked a lot and got to know one another quite a lot that day, but they could also just be together, quietly listening to the sounds of the lake. Neither one threatened by the silence. ~ Amy ups the ante ~ "So, how did it go?" Amy asked her mother as Dawn came home from her canoeing date with Jack. "Wonderful. It was a lovely afternoon," Dawn replied. "Well, did he kiss you?" Amy inquired with a big smile. "Not yet. We just talked and listened to the loons. It was nice." "Do you think he's interested in you, in that way?" Amy asked. "You mean does he want to have sex with me?" Dawn bluntly said. "Well, yeah!" Amy exclaimed. "I don't know, dear. I suppose he does, but I'm nervous about that." "Mom, you need to break the ice with someone, a man that is. Jack is here all summer. You can have a summer romance with him." "It takes two. What if he's not interested?" Dawn insecurely added. "He's a man, and he's unattached, and you're a hot woman. Come on, he's interested." "Well, we'll see. He didn't make any moves today," Dawn said as she walked into the kitchen. She felt pressured by Amy's inquisition and didn't feel like looking her in the eye. "You have to send him the right signals Mom," Amy said as she followed her mother into the kitchen. "Signals? What signals?" Dawn said, while busying herself as to appear disinterested in the conversation. "Like you wouldn't mind it if he took you in his arms and kissed you. Like you wouldn't mind it if he put his hands on your breasts. Like you wouldn't mind it if he fucked your brains out! Geez, do I have to spell it out for you?" Amy said half jokingly, half exasperated. "Did he make another date with you?" "Not really. He simply said -- See you at the Black Bear," Dawn answered. "When?" Amy asked. "I don't know. He said it as I was leaving the lake. I didn't know what to make of it. He didn't really ask me out, he just said -- See you at the Black Bear," Dawn explained. "What if he means tonight?" Dawn wondered out loud. "You better go down there tonight then. Jack is usually there by 6:00 P.M. And dress to kill. I gotta leave for my shift, I'll see you down there," Amy said. When Jack walked into the Black Bear that night, Amy was already behind the bar working. "Hi, Jack. Usual?" Amy said as she poured him his favorite beer. She didn't wait for his answer. She brought him his beer, and as she leaned over the bar, she said in a low voice, "So how did it go with my Mom today?" "I had a lovely time. We canoed all around the lake and had a picnic," Jack said. "Come on, Jack, I already knew that. Tell me what you think of her. Do you like her? You gonna fuck her?" Jack, who at that moment was sipping his beer, choked and spat out some beer. "Jesus, Amy. You don't beat around the bush." "You need to fuck my mom, Jack. Just fuck her. Please, for me." "What do mean by that?" Jack asked. "She hasn't had sex with a man since my father died seven years ago. She's afraid Jack. She needs someone to help her break out of her fear." "I'm not sure I'm the guy for that," Jack said. "Look, your mom is a beautiful woman, and we got along splendidly, but I'm just here for the summer. Besides, I'm not sure I'm good at fixing broken hearts." "She's ready to date again. She told me just yesterday. Look, you don't have to be the next love of her life. Just get her out of her rut. Have some fun with her. She needs some fun," Amy implored Jack. "I'm just here to write," Jack said again. "I happen to know she's a horny woman, Jack. She's just been mourning my father for so long now, she forgot how to use it. You like sex don't you, Jack? It's going to be a long summer without anyone." Jack began thinking about what Amy had just said. Sure he could use some pussy he thought. It's been about three months, and jerking off was getting old. According to Amy, Dawn hasn't had sex since her husband died, so she must be clean of any transmittable nasty things. So what if she was a sweet woman with issues. As he sat there drinking his beer, he began to think of his own needs. 'Maybe I should just fuck her and be done with it,' he thought to himself. Jack was just about to utter the words, 'he would indeed like to help Amy's mom with her intimacy problem,' when Amy sweetened the deal. "Look Jack, I am going to make you an offer any red blooded male couldn't refuse. You know I'm a lesbian, right? I'm sure my mom brought it up?" "Yeah, so?" Jack said "I am willing to make love to my lover, Lisa, in front of you while you fuck my mom." Jack spit more beer on the bar, as he was drawing another pull off his pint as those words graced Amy's lips. "You won't be able to join in with us or anything. I'm not bi, nor is my lover. It'll be strictly hands off for you. But think of it Jack, two young naked girls eating each other's pussies in front of you. Come on, what guy wouldn't give his left nut for that?" Amy said as she stared right into Jacks face trying to read him. "And your mother would be ok with that?" Jack added with a questionable look. "I can't go into details, Jack, but let's just say she has seen Lisa and I make love before." Jack just smiled at Amy. He didn't say anything else as Amy walked away to give him time to think about what she had just offered him. Jack wondered just what were the circumstances where Dawn would have witnessed Amy and her lover making love. Jack had a few threesomes in the past, and he always loved it when the two women involved ate each other. Jack was fond of porn, and watched a lot of it when he was between girlfriends. His favorite was girl-girl. As Jack started thinking of Amy's offer, he stole a glance at Amy as she wiped the bar at the other end. He imagined her naked and some other young thing eating her pussy. His cock stirred at the mental porn playing in his head. Jack was licentious if he was anything. He was decadent enough to seriously consider Amy's offer. As he sat there at the bar, he fondly remembered when he was in his thirties and dated a former student named Carol. She was some hot firecracker he remembered. He was in his mid thirties, and she was just twenty three. She had more sexual energy than five Jacks. One night after they fucked for about an hour, and Jack was spent, Carol got on the phone and called one of her girlfriends. "Hi Eva? Yeah it's me. I'm really horny tonight and Jack's done. I've been fucking him for the last hour. What? Yeah he came twice. I think I came at least five times. Anyway, I'm still horny. You want to come over and have some fun?" Jack remembered lying on his bed hearing Carol's conversation and thinking 'What the hell is she up to now?' "Eva is coming over to finish off what you started," is all Carol said after she ended her phone conversation with Eva. Carol lay on the bed, with Jack still in it, fingering her pussy for the next ten minutes while she waited for Eva to arrive. "Hi Jack," is all Eva said as she slipped off her clothes and climbed into bed. The two girls made sweet love for the next two hours as Jacked watched. Jack remembered that he finally got it up again and fucked Eva from behind as she ate Carol. His cock stiffened from the fond memories replaying in his head. There was a few more times in his youth he had been lucky to have gotten into a threesome. At forty five now, he thought those days were all over for him. Amy said he couldn't join the girls like in a foursome, but the thought of having them in the same bed while he fucked Dawn was turning him on. As Jack sat at the end of the bar reminiscing of his wilder days, Dawn walked into the Black Bear Pub. She had on a short black skirt and a shear white frilly blouse. Dawn had left the top two buttons unbuttoned on purpose that night. Dawn hadn't worn heels in years. She almost forgot she had them. She was a little unsteady in her heels as she crossed the bar room floor to the far end of the bar where Jack was sitting. Dawn reached the end of the bar and climbed up on the bar stool next to Jack. Amy saw Dawn walk in and she noticed what her mom was wearing. It was a big departure from her usual dress. Amy was surprised at how sexy her mom looked. She had not seen her dress that way, ever. "Hi Mom. Damn, don't you look hot tonight," Amy said as she came down to that end of the bar on the serving side. "Can I get you a drink?" "A Chardonnay, Honey. Hi, Jack. I want to thank you for such a nice day on the lake today. It's been years since I've been in a canoe. I'd forgotten how wonderful it can be," Dawn said. Amy's eyes locked with Jack's eyes, and she looked at him with an expression as if her face said, "Do you see what I see?" as she guided her eyes, and by extension Jack's eyes, to her mother's cleavage. "And you Jack, anything? Another beer or perhaps a little show-and-tell?" Amy said fishing for an answer to her yet unanswered proposal. "I'll have both," Jack said with a grin. "Really?" Amy said happily, but with a 'are you sure' tone. "Sure, why not," Jack replied. "Splendid," Amy said to Jack. Amy then turned to Dawn and said, "Mom, I've invited Jack over for a small dinner party tomorrow evening. Lisa and I will cook." Amy was making plans on the fly without checking anyone's schedule. She was off work tomorrow, and she was most certain her mother was free. Jack's dinner plans were always the Black Bear. He could forgo that for one night, Amy thought. Lisa was the wild card in her plans. She'd better text her now and see if she's available. She picked up her phone and sent Lisa a text: "u free tom? dinner & sex my house 6." A few seconds later Amy's phone vibrated, a text came in from Lisa: "yes! LYB." Jack and Dawn ordered some food and they ate at the bar. They got along wonderfully as they chatted about their pasts, revealing more details about themselves. Jack was thinking tomorrow night was the big night, so he didn't make any moves on Dawn or invite her to his cottage that night. Dawn dressed more provocatively than she was use to dressing. Her intention being to woo Jack, and she felt uncertain when he made no moves in that direction. Perhaps he only wanted to be friends she thought. After a few hours, Dawn felt she should go home. "I better get home. I'll see you tomorrow night then, Jack?" Dawn said. "Let me walk you to your car," Jack said as he got up and followed Dawn out of the Black Bear. In the parking lot, next to her car, Jack kissed Dawn. They were both a little tentative at first, but as their lips got to know each other, the kiss turned more passionate. Jack pulled Dawn tightly to his body, and as their lips parted slightly, Jack dared to let his tongue lightly brush her lips. After a few moments, Jack released Dawn and said, "Good night. I'll see ya tomorrow." "Good night, Jack," Dawn said. Her knees were shaking as she got in her car and drove home. She got her answer. He was interested in her, and more than just friends. ~ Dinner for four ~ Lisa arrived at Amy's house at 6:00 P.M to help her cook dinner. The girls prepared a simple meal of roasted chicken, potatoes, and a salad. Amy wanted to keep the meal light so no one was too bloated for sex afterwards. Dinner was lovely. They all chatted and got alone splendidly as they ate and drank wine. After dinner, they moved into the living room and had a few more drinks and chatted. Dawn and Jack were sitting on one couch and Amy and Lisa were on the other couch. After a while, Amy decided to get things rolling. She leaned into Lisa and started kissing her passionately in front of Jack and her mother. Amy had not mentioned to Dawn her little deal with Jack, so she was taken aback as to why Amy was kissing Lisa so passionately in front of them. "Amy?" Dawn said in a questioning tone. "It's ok Mom, why don't you kiss Jack," she said as she went right back to kissing Lisa. Dawn sat there still a little shocked. Jack knew the situation, so he seized the moment and leaned in and kissed Dawn. This eased her anxiety. Jack put his arms around Dawn and drew her into him. He kissed her tenderly. He sensed her nervousness and continued to kiss her and stroke her face, hoping to allay her fears. Jack let his left hand wander to Dawn's right breast. He gently caressed her breast through her shear blouse. While still kissing her, he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He reached into her open blouse and into her silky bra and cupped her bare breast with his hand. He tweaked her nipple softly and rolled it gently between his fingers. Dawn had hoped she and Jack would get physical that night, but she was extremely anxious. As Jack kissed her and fondled her on the couch, she still wondered why Amy and Lisa were on the other couch kissing and touching in a sexual way. She had compartmentalized her "special" relationship with Amy so that, in her mind, Jack didn't fit in the same room with Amy during sex. The mother in her wanted to say that this had gone far enough, and that Jack and her should move to her bedroom for privacy. But, there was something comforting Dawn having Amy there while Jack seduced her. After all, all her sexual experiences since her husband died had included Amy. So Dawn didn't say anything. Nor did she stand up and take Jack by the hand and lead him to her bedroom and close the door. Dawn stayed on the couch and continued to let Jack kiss and undress her in front of Amy and Lisa. As Jack kissed his way down to Dawn's open blouse and to her breasts heaving up out of her silky shear bra, she could now see what she knew was happening on the other couch. Amy had removed Lisa's blouse and bra and her hands were kneading her lover's breasts while her tongue was lavishing her nipples. Jack removed Dawn's blouse and reached around to unclasp her bra. He slowly pulled her bra straps off her shoulders. As Jack slid the bra straps down Dawn's arms, her breasts came into view. He marveled at the site of Dawn's now exposed breasts. Jack had seen his share of breasts in real life, and certainly if you add the number he had seen in pictures or movies that number would be in the thousands, but to him, Dawn's were the most beautiful he had ever laid eyes on. Her breasts were the breasts of a more youthful woman than her 45 years. Like her skin, they retained a youthfulness that belied her age. Dawn's breasts were full and held their own on her chest. They sloped nicely at the top, sloping down to her areola, then round and full at the bottom. The light freckles on her breasts matched the color of her areolas. Her nipples, erect with excitement, had a "come suck me" posture to them. Jack moved both hands to Dawn's breasts and cupped them. He squeezed gently and lowered his lips to her right nipple, then her left. He licked and sucked her nipples like he was Ponce de León and her nipples were the fountain of youth. Jack could hear moaning coming from the girls on the other couch. He stole a glance in their direction, and he could see Lisa was naked as she lay back with her legs spread open. Amy, almost naked, had her head buried between her lovers legs and was licking her pussy. Jack returned his attention to Dawn. He unbuttoned her pants and tugged at the waist band. Dawn lifted her hips off the couch to allow Jack to slide her pants down her legs. He removed her shoes and pulled each leg of her pants slowly off her feet. Clad now only her in panties, Dawn appeared as an angel to Jack, an angel of sexual delights. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he slid his hands up her legs massaging and kneading them as he moved up to her thighs. Dawn, still a little nervous, kept her legs slightly closed as Jack's hands found their way to her inner thighs. He pushed gently to open her legs. She resisted and said, "I'm nervous, Jack." He rose to his feet and moved his face to hers. He kissed her deeply and said, "I know but there is nothing to be nervous about. I'm here for you. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." This is what Dawn needed to hear. She opened her legs and kissed Jack with passion. Her tongue darted into his mouth and played with his tongue.