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Old Family, New Friends

By: Spinneret



(Note; this story belongs in the same series -- and the same future world -- as my earlier Restarted, parts one and two, Thanks for the Memories, The Transgression Solutions, and Once Bitten, Live Twice. You don't have to have read any of those to understand it, though.)

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There was one other person in the clinic's exercise room when Stephen entered the place on his own for the first time -- a woman, already hard at work on one of the exercise bikes. He glanced at her for a moment, noting that she had the usual slim, rangy figure of one of the Restarted; however, dark hair was growing through the silver that marked those who had only just had their youth restored. Then he looked away and stepped over to one of the rowing machines. It sensed his medical implant as he sat in the saddle, and adjusted its settings to match his exercise programme. Taking a deep breath, he started the session.

The doctors had told him that he needed to work on endurance first, so he was set to spend some time on this machine, and he soon found his rhythm. It was all a little boring, but he discovered that he enjoyed the feeling of a body that could handle anything as strenuous as systematic exercise, and he began to lose himself in the process. He was vaguely aware that the woman was moving around the room, using several of the machines in turn, but he paid her no particular attention, However, after some minutes, he realised that she had stopped her own exercises and she was now standing a few feet from him, staring. He slowed to a relaxed pace, and glanced towards her.

"Hello?" he said.

"My God," she said. "Stephen? Is that you?"

He slowed to a halt and looked at her. "I'm sorry," he said. "Do I know you?"

"Stephen?" she repeated. "Did your memory go that badly?"

He stared back. Her face was almost gaunt, little fat yet returned since she had been Restarted, and his memories were dim, ageing having worn away his brain and the gaps now filled with blank space, but gradually he began to find something familiar about her. He gasped. "Sarah?" he asked, "Is that really you?"

She looked into his eyes. "Oh," was all she said, then "Oh, my."

"My God, Sarah," he said. "I'd have thought -- I mean, I'm about as young as they ever normally Restart, and you're ten years younger..."

"Your memory is that good, then," she said with a faint smile.

"What was it? Early onset Alzheimer's or something? I hear that they've taken some younger people with that."

She took a deep breath. "We need to talk," she said. "I'm sure that all this exercise can wait."

"I hadn't heard about you being ... I mean, I don't remember hearing about it. I know it's been a long time since the divorce..."

"Thirty years," she said, "more."

"Well, yes. But I was still in touch with some mutual friends. I remember that."

"Come on," she said, "let's get changed. This is a silly place to talk."

Stephen obediently climbed up from the machine,and headed back to the changing rooms, aware that he was being followed at a distance of a couple of paces. In the locker room, they extracted bags of clothes, and Stephen turned towards a showers -- only to find that he was still being followed.

"Hey," he said, "no need ... I mean ... look, you do remember that we're divorced, don't you?"

"I remember the divorce," she said, "but haven't you realised yet? We're Restarted. Everything can start over."

"Even so..."

"Oh, don't worry," she smiled, and Stephen thought that she looked almost hungry. "I'm not thinking anything serious. I just have this urge to stick close to you."

Stephen thought that he should argue more. But the cheerful warnings that the doctors had given him were correct; his Restarted body and brain had a lot in common with those of a teenager, impulsive and irresponsible. He didn't know what to expect next, but he simply stepped into the shower room. Then he began nervously to remove his shoes, shorts, and vest, only to see that his companion was hauling hers off with a kind of casual haste, tossing them into the washing box in the corner of the room and then staring at him with a mocking smile. Like her face, her breasts were still filling out, leaving them small and pert; although he was careful where he looked, he noted that her pubic hair was already dark, though thin.

He finished undressing, then stepped over to the shower itself and twisted the dial for a jet of warm water. She was there with him, brushing his naked body with her own, then applying soap to him as well as to herself. In a last show of self-control, he tried to keep his back to her as much as possible, but that just gave her a chance to massage his shoulders with soapy hands. Then came the moment when he had to turn more towards her, and in an instant she was pressing herself against him, those pert breasts against his chest, and kissing him hard.

She broke the kiss and grinned at him. "Fancy a fuck?" she asked.

He blinked. "Wow. You're more ... forthright than you used to be." His memories were dim, but he wasn't sure if he could ever remember Sarah saying "fuck" during their marriage if she could help it.

"Probably. It's good to be young again. Anyway, what about it?"

"I thought that you weren't thinking of anything serious," he reminded her.

"Who's being serious? Haven't you ever heard of casual sex?"

"Sarah..." he said.

"No," she said, "hush." She put a finger to his lips, then ran both hands down his sides. He moaned, suddenly aware that he had a huge erection. He had barely even masturbated since he had awoken from the Restart process, nervous that this youthful restored body might somehow be fragile, but now he realised that it was very definitely capable of sex.

She leaned back against the wall of the shower, spreading her legs as he did so, and he crouched between them. She took hold of his erection and guided it to her cunt.

"Come on," she murmured, "fuck me, Big Boy."

He impulsively thrust by straightening his legs, pushing deep inside her and lifting her up the wall. She gasped loudly, and he paused for a moment, but then she embraced him with arms and thighs, so that he was bearing her full weight. He was dimly pleased to notice that this was no problem.

"Oh," she moaned, then she gave a fierce hiss. "Yes! Don't stop, for God's sake. Come on, Big Boy!"

He found that he had no choice but to obey, even at the risk of battering her against the tiles of the wall. The silky grip of her cunt on his erection was sending irresistible pulses of lust through his whole body, and he could feel his balls tensing, almost throbbing. He fought to control himself; fortunately, she seemed to be as enthusiastic as himself, and her murmurs of encouragement were quickly turning to yelps of pleasure. Nonetheless, he quickly lost control, and with a last thrust and a groan, he poured himself into her. However, as he held her against the wall for one last long moment, she too gave a moan and then a soft gasp. Then she grasped his hair and kissed him hard. "Thassit, Big Boy," she mumbled.

He withdrew from her, moving unsteadily, and steadied himself with one hand on the shower controls. They were both breathing deeply, and she grabbed a soapy sponge and mopped between her legs, then held the sponge to her nose and inhaled the scent of his semen.

"Thanks," Stephen said.

"No trouble," she muttered.

Stephen leant against the wall, the shower jet still running over him, and suddenly laughed softly.

"What's funny?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing much," Stephen replied. "It's just that -- well, you never called me anything like 'Big Boy' before."

"No, I don't suppose I ever, ever did."

"What does that mean?"

"Stephen," she said, "I'm not Sarah."

"What?" he almost snapped. "What are you talking about?"

"Simple. I'm not Sarah."

"Don't be silly," Stephen said, staring at her face. "You may be Restarted, but you're still the same person. And I remember what my wife looked like."

"I'm sure you do. But you always used to say that Sarah looked like me. I liked that. You made a compliment of it."

Stephen paused, still staring. "Mrs Davies?" he gasped.

The woman laughed at that as she rinsed the sponge out under the shower and then put it aside. "Please," she said. "No need to be so formal. You can call me Judy. Judith, if you insist, I suppose."

"You are her!"

"I said I am."

"You -- you lied to me!"

"I didn't correct you. Sorry."

"Where the hell is Sarah?"

"Where she's been for the last ten or twelve years, of course. Living on the other side of the country. Actually, she came to visit a couple of weeks ago, but I'm afraid that children find Restarted parents a bit confusing, so she may not be back for a while. But she's fine, before you ask."

"What the hell did you think you were doing just now?"

"That's another silly question, isn't it?" She smiled. "Okay, I seduced you, if that's what you mean. Sorry I did it before I corrected your little misunderstanding, but it's just how things worked out."

"You're appalling!"

"So screwing your ex-mother is worse than screwing your ex-wife?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, don't be a prig, Stephen. You enjoyed it either way, didn't you?"

"Do you think I'd have done it if I'd known?"

Judy Davies paused, frowned, drew breath. "All right, to be honest, I wasn't sure. Sorry I took advantage of your confusion. Shall I tell you the truth, though?"

"Please do," Stephen said with as much dignity as he could manage.

"One thing I remember from before is that I fancied you all along," Judy said. "I mean, back when you were married to Sarah. Oh, nothing undignified -- I just thought that she'd done okay for herself. I always wondered what you were like -- what it was like for her, you know? And then you saw me as her, so I couldn't resist finding out."

"And now you know."

"I guess that I do." Judy reached down and brushed his limp cock with a fingertip. "Though maybe that was a stupid idea, really. We're both of us very different people than we were back then, aren't we? You're not my daughter's husband, and I'm not that mother you were always so formally polite to. So I doubt that I just got what Sarah did. I assume that you never wondered how I'd be to screw, by the way?"

"No! You're sick!"

"Perfectly healthy, according to the doctors here. I assume that the same goes for you." Suddenly, she dropped to her knees in front of him. "God," she murmured, "it's lovely."

"What?" Stephen's head was spinning with confusion.

"Your penis, of course." Judy leaned forward and kissed the organ in question, once then twice. "Mmm. I must admit that I'd probably never have done this before, even if I could have got you into bed." Raising his cock between finger and thumb, she engulfed the first three inches with her mouth and sucked gently. Stephen gasped softly, his body refusing to do anything that might stop what was happening.

Judy moved her head back and forward, almost immediately having to switch position a little as his cock came fully erect once more. Stephen stood paralysed for several long moments, then with a moan, he sank to the floor of the shower room, pulling out of Judy's mouth in the process. Judy laughed and lay back, opening her legs, then briefly helped him push into her once more.

"C'mon, Big Boy," she crooned in his ear. "You want it, you got it. Now use it."

Stephen responded with a series of hard thrusts, at which Judy laughed. Then he paused. I'm not an animal, he thought, I'm not actually trying to hurt her. He put one hand under Judy's head, saving it from being battered against the floor as they fucked, and used the other to lift himself a little so that he could look her in the eye.

She looked back. "Use it," she repeated.

Stephen began to thrust slowly, deeply, drawing breath each time. Soon, Judy's soft gasps fell into the same pattern. Then, trying to slow himself down this time, he paused and looked her hard in the eyes. Both of them wore neutral expressions, but after a moment, he kissed her on the mouth, experimentally. She made a soft, appreciative noise in the back of her throat.

Then he returned to the slow, steady fucking, feeling tension building once more in his balls. Again, he paused to avoid too fast an ending. "God, yes," Judy moaned. "Why the hell did that silly child ever let you go?"

"It's a long story," Stephen muttered.

Judy laughed. "You can remind me some time... No, fuck that. Fuck me! Harder, you beautiful bastard!"

Stephen took the hint, or perhaps just succumbed to the urging from his groin, and began pounding into her, battering his knees and her buttocks against the floor of the shower. In perhaps a minute, she let off a prolonged, wordless cry, which released something in him, so her once more felt a throbbing pulsation in his cock, a little weaker than the first time but taking three times longer.

Then the nature of the situation hit him again, as he saw Judy's manic smile. "Christ," he muttered.

"What's the matter, babe?" she asked as he pulled out of her. "Not worried what people will think, are you?"

"I don't know," he said. "I don't know what I think about this."

They both climbed to their feet and finished showering, saying nothing as they did so. As they towelled off, and put their usual clothes back on, Judy gave Stephen a hard look. He scowled back at her.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I'm really going to have to think about this."

In fact, Stephen tried to forget the incident, avoiding Judy when he saw her around the clinic, but two days later he found himself talking about it, to Wilhelmina Cross, although he'd barely spoken to her before that day. They had found themselves together in the computer room, both tackling the challenge of learning their way around modern computer interfaces, with their too-intuitive touch and gesture controls. Soon, they were chatting. Although Wilhelmina too was Restarted, Stephen initially failed to find her appearance as being as youthful as most of his fellow patients; she was broad in the hips and shoulders, with a square face. Like some others of the Restarted, she dressed in what was evidently a style from her younger years; a floral print maxi-dress. It didn't flatter her.

But as they talked, he found himself noticing the exotic contrast between her dark skin and her still dead-white hair, which she wore in tight cornrow braids close to her scalp. Her voice was soft, quite deep, and she always looked at him as he spoke. It took him a few minutes to sense that she was flirting with him, but only a second after that to decide that he liked it. When he joked about the computers, she laughed softly, and that made him want to think of more jokes. When they gave up for the day, they went for coffee together without even discussing the idea, and he found that he was still looking at her and she at him when even when the conversation tailed off.

"I'll be glad when they've finished all these tests," he said, looking for a new subject to extend the conversation.

"Yeah, it's a bore," Wilhelmina agreed.

"I thought that you'd been out from the process a lot longer than me," Stephen said.

"Oh yeah, my body's fine," Wilhelmina replied with a grin. "But I've got a bit more to check up here." She tapped her forehead.

"That seems fine to me too."

"Huh," Wilhelmina laughed. "I think so too. But that's the problem with gaps in your memory. You don't remember they're there." She took a thoughtful breath. "Still, they reckon I've got enough to work with now."

"Good. Sounds like you're doing fine. And it's just the psychologists with you?"

"Yeah. Mostly talking."

"Lucky you. I feel like a medical specimen sometimes," Stephen said. "My room is full of monitors and stuff."

"Mine isn't," Wilhelmina said, putting her empty coffee cup down. "So I guess we better go there."

As she had promised, her room looked more like a private bedroom and less like a medical facility than Stephen's. As soon as the door was closed, she turned and kissed him, and he responded by clasping at her buttocks. "Ah," she said, breaking the kiss, "seems like you're happy about this."

She half-fell, half-sat back on the bed, and Stephen, suddenly frenzied, dragged his shirt off over his head, then pushed his pants and briefs down to the floor without removing his shoes. Wilhelmina giggled, kicked her own shoes off, and then rolled backwards, pulled the front of her skirt up to her thighs, and removed her panties. Stephen lurched forward, and she laughed again and pulled her skirt up further, exposing a pussy with bone-white pubic hair contrasting again with her dark skin. Stephen found he was already hard, and he half-leaned, half-knelt towards her. Giggling, she took hold of his cock and managed to lead him to her entrance as he pushed urgently forward.

She was damp, but not yet fully ready, and they both moaned a little at the discomfort of the moment. But then Stephen managed to pause, and they wriggled and moved until they were both relatively comfortable. Then Stephen began to fuck rhythmically, finding the tightness of her cunt increasingly exciting and her wordless gasps of enthusiasm even more encouraging.

Suddenly it was too much for him, and he groaned as his cock pulsed and his hips twitched convulsively, then half-collapsed onto her.

"Sorry" he muttered.

"Hey, s'okay honey," Wilhelmina replied. "I don't suppose were all finished yet, are we?"

Stephen raised himself up on his hands, frowning, but then discovered that Wilhelmina was right; for all its intensity, the orgasm hadn't left him entirely spent. He even found that he was still quite hard inside her, and now, as Wilhelmina began caressing his chest and brushing his nipples with her fingertips, the lust began surging through his body again.

"God," he murmured, "this is wonderful."

"Ain't it just?" Wilhelmina nodded. "You inside me, like that -- so big, but so right -- yeah, that's sweet, honey, Keep that there."

Stephen kissed her, now pressing his naked chest against her, feeling her breasts through her dress -- she was longer out of Restart than some, and she had begun to fill out noticeably - and she squirmed appreciatively. Somewhere along the way, he managed to kick off his shoes, although his pants were still entangling his ankles, and they shifted to a more comfortable position on the bed. Now, with Stephen hardening again, locking their bodies together, Wilhelmina wriggled for a moment, then, with a twist and a push from one leg, she rolled him over, keeping him inside her all the way. Then she lifted herself up, pulling her knees up to his hips so she was kneeling astride him. With a little effort, she pulled her dress off over her head, leaving her naked, and he found himself gazing at her breasts. They weren't very full, but they had large, almost jet-black nipples. He reached up and fondled them with both hands.

"That's good, honey," Wilhelmina said. "Oh my, but I do love this."

Seeing her appreciation, Stephen raised his head and torso up from the surface of the bed, bringing his face up to her breasts. "Sweet," Wilhelmina said as he ran his tongue over her nipples, "sweet, sweet..." Then, bearing up and down rhythmically on his erection, which had grown fully rigid once more, she repeated the words until they almost became a chant. "Sweet! Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!"

Stephen was able to hold back now, concentrating on working on her nipples with his tongue, though she was moving enough that her breasts were sometimes snatched away from his mouth. She seemed to enjoy what he was doing nonetheless, and the chant soon collapsed into a wordless orgasmic gasp. Before he reacted, though, Wilhelmina put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back flat on the bed. Arched over him, her eyes now shut in an expression of complete concentration, now almost entirely silent, she ground her crotch against his, driving herself to a second orgasm.


Old Family, New Friends



Then her eyes flicked open. "Okay there, Stephen honey?" she asked.

"Christ, fuck, yes!" he answered, once more erupting into his own orgasm inside her.

Wilhelmina smiled again, and relaxed, drawing breath. A moment later, his cock began to soften inside her, and she lifted herself away, grabbing a handful of tissues from the bedside to mop her pussy dry. Then she flopped onto the bed beside him and placed a hand on his chest. "That good for you, honey?" she asked as he drew a deep breath..

"What? Oh Christ, yes," Stephen almost gasped. "Was it okay for you?"

"Yeah! I mean, yeah. It was good." Wilhelmina smiled absently, thoughtfully, then raised herself on one elbow. "That your first time since, honey?" she asked, running her hand over Stephen's chest.

"No. Not the first."

"Oh. Sorry. My mistake. I guess that you seemed kinda urgent, you know?"

"My first time was a bit weird, I suppose. I was enjoying something a bit simpler."

"Weird?" Wilhelmina frowned.

Suddenly, Stephen felt a need to pour out his confusion. "Do you know Judith Davies?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure. I know Judy."

"Well, so did I -- from before..." Stephen began talking, and the story poured out of him. Something in Wilhelmina's look encouraged him, accepting and not judging. She did smile, though, making him realise for the first time that the incident had been a little ridiculous.

"So," said Wilhelmina when he was done, "you feel kind of tricked?"

"Yes. But it's not just that. Damn it, she was my wife's mother!"

"Was. That wasn't true even before, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose. But I would never have thought of her like that. As someone to have sex with."

"But now you can, though? Now she looks like a young woman, right? Sounds like you really wanted her."

"God, I couldn't control myself."

"I know whatcha mean, honey. But still -- no harm done, right? I mean, the sex wasn't that bad, was it?"

Stephen gave a hollow laugh. "It was fine. That's part of the trouble. I enjoyed it."

"Well, I reckon you'll recover." Wilhelmina grinned cheerfully. "Call me happy to help take your mind off it. Show you that sex ain't always gonna be that weird now."

"Thanks." Stephen sat up. "Forgive me, but you seem very comfortable with it."

"Yeah, I've been Restarted for a while. Had me a bit of practice.".

Stephen looked at her thoughtfully. "You keep saying that it's been a while..."

"Yeah. I'm ninety-seven. 'Fraid my mind was going really bad before they Restarted me, It's taken a while to put myself back together, you know. Lot of gaps to fill in."

"Ninety-seven? Oh." Stephen smiled nervously. "You've got seventeen years on me."

"Hah. You seem to be having a thing with older women of a sudden, don'cha?"

"Huh," said Stephen, not sharing her smile, and decided to change the subject further. "Funny that your hair hasn't turned dark again yet," he commented.

"Oh, that?" Wilhelmina smiled. "I told the doctors not to rush it. I like looking different to when I was young first time round. I want to remind myself that I've changed, you know?"

"But -- forgive me -- you still dress like when you were young."

"No I don't," Wilhelmina said, glancing at the maxi-dress on the floor. "That's how I mighta dressed back then. I guess it's my way of going back over my life, but different."

"So how did you dress then?" Stephen asked.

"Hang on, honey." Wilhelmina got off the bed and crossed the room. Watching her, Stephen noticed her tight, trim buttocks, and decided that they were her best feature. She rummaged for a moment on a shelf, and came back holding an old-fashioned photograph album. She flicked through its pages for a moment, then handed it to Stephen open. "That's me in the 1970s, honey."

Stephen looked at the photograph, and then gasped. The face he was examining was unmistakeably Wilhelmina, with her square features, but they were framed by a black and white veil, and gazed out with a nervous smile above a shapeless black dress.  

"That's you?" he gasped.

"Sure is, honey. Yeah, congratulations. You bagged a nun."

"You're still a nun?" Stephen asked, feeling foolish even as he spoke.

Wilhelmina shrugged. "I guess -- technically, yeah. I s'pose it'd be polite to renounce my vows some time or something. But like I said, there wasn't much of the old me left, before. It doesn't feel sinful to me, sex and all."

Stephen looked at her. "It's still a bit of a shock for me," he said.

"How's that? Oh." Wilhelmina stared back at him. "Don't tell me -- you were brought up Catholic, right?"

"Yes. It didn't really take," he added ruefully. "at least, I ended up divorced. But I suppose that I always thought of nuns as, well, something special."

"Sweet of you. But you saying I'm not special now?"

"No! It's just, well, unexpected." Stephen tried to relax and make himself sound cool. "I suppose I lost my faith a long time ago, so I shouldn't be so confused."

"Mmm, Funny thing is, I think I lost mine a while back too."

"Huh? You mean, before you were Restarted?"

"Yeah. But what you gonna do? You're an old lady, you been a nun for fifty years -- you can't just stop then, can you?" She smiled again. "Now I can, though. Re-start-ed. Starting with sex."

"But you didn't -- you know, you never -- before?"

Wilhelmina laughed. "Lord no. I was a good nun, even when the religion bit stopped meaning anything." She shook her head. "No, I broke my vows and got myself happily laid for the first time at the age of ninety-seven. Which may be some kinda record, for all I know."

Stephen laughed despite himself. "I doubt that you could find out."

"No. Anyhow, lotta competition in this place." Wilhelmina grinned. "And no, you didn't get the honour, 'fore you ask."

"I gathered." Stephen drew breath. Then, suddenly, a thought occurred to him. "You weren't a teacher, were you?"

"Yeah, I was for a few years. Why d'you ask?"

"Oh God," Stephen moaned.

"Hey, what? Oh," Wilhelmina suddenly made the obvious guess. "You went to a convent school?"

"Uh-huh."

"Ha! So you're 'fraid you just had sex with your old teacher?" Wilhelmina laughed uproariously. "Well, don't worry, honey. I taught in a girls' school." She looked thoughtful. "Oh my," she murmured., "the number o' girls I must've told not to do this stuff..."

But Stephen was shaking his head. "You've got to see that I see nuns as, well..."

"Not people you put that sweet hard thing o' yours into?" Wilhelmina asked with a small pout.

"Quite."

""I'm sure that you're right there, honey. Like I say, I don't think of myself as a nun no more."

But Stephen found that he couldn't look her in the eye now. "Sorry," he said, "I guess that this is a bit weird for me." He gathered up his shirt and began to get dressed. "The second surprise after sex in two days, you know? It's starting to feel like a habit."

Wilhelmina frowned, but said nothing.

"Okay," Stephen said as he put his clothes back on. "I guess that I'm really going to have to think about this, you know? For some reason, it's got me more confused than I'd have expected."

"Whatever you want, honey," said Wilhelmina. "But don't take forever. I'd like to do this again some time, if you can stop seein' me in that stupid black costume."

Stephen left her room, doing his best to be politely formal, his mind in turmoil. He didn't see her again until dinner the next day. He was sitting in the clinic's cafeteria, picking at a salad (carefully designed to contain the exactly correct nutritional balance for a recent Restart) when she sat down heavily opposite him with her own plate. "Hi," she said, and began eating.

"Hello," he said. "You okay?"

"Me, honey?" she grinned. "Never better."

"I suppose that you think we ought to talk," Stephen ventured.

"Not really," Wilhelmina answered. "Frankly, I think that you been talking too much. Thinking too much. Do you good to shut up and relax a bit."

"Oh. Right." Stephen wasn't sure what to say to that.

"But I wouldn't mind hanging out a bit, if you want."

"Hanging out?"

"You know. Watch a movie, chat about stuff that don't matter -- whatever you like." She grinned again. "You may have noticed I'm up for new experiences these days. Need something to fill in the damn gaps in my head."

Stephen nodded, and a few minutes later, they were in a quiet corner of the clinic's lounge, where a large wall screen was going unused. They riffled through the video library, and were both surprised to discover a remake of The Maltese Falcon from just four years earlier. Both had been lost in senile decline at that time, and had missed this film's existence. So they watched it, trawling faint memories of the original from deep in their memories, and argued for a while about which was best.

Then they fell quiet for a few moments, and glanced around at the quiet lounge.

"You know this place has some jacuzzis?" Wilhelmina asked.

"Yeah, I'd noticed that."

"They're good. Don't think I'd ever tried one in all my years before." She threw him another of those grins. "Guess the convent wouldn't have had one."

"I can go get some trunks from my room..."

"Ah, boy, don't be dumb. Whether you can handle sex with me or not, you can't deny that we've seen us both naked. Costumes are just uncomfortable. You can relax better without. And the doors there got locks, if you're worried."

Stephen sighed. He realised that he didn't actually want to seem like a prig to this woman, so he nodded and agreed, and they made their way through the building, Wilhelmina leading the way. She stared thoughtfully at the jacuzzi room doors for a moment, then picked one seemingly at random. Stephen followed her inside, then blinked in the subtler lighting as she shut and locked the door.

The bath was set into the floor, so that bathers could simply step down into it. Judy was already there, sitting in the foaming water. She was clearly naked, although only her head, shoulders, and arms were visible.

"Oh," he said.

"Hi," Judy said.

"Hi, Judy," Wilhelmina said.

Stephen looked around, to where Wilhelmina was opening a clothes locker. "Did you two fix this up between you?" he demanded

Wilhelmina shrugged. "I could say no," she said, "but you know -- one thing that's stuck with me, I guess -- I still have this feeling that I shouldn't tell lies." She sighed. "But look," she said, "I meant what I said. You need to relax. Just hang out with us."

"So the two of you have both given up seducing me, have you?"

"You don't have to do anything that don't feel right to you. I guess that we can even talk, if you insist."

Stephen shrugged. Backing off now would have felt more hostile than he wanted. He turned his back, quickly undressed, and stepped into the jacuzzi opposite Judy. Wilhelmina was naked a moment later, though she took a moment longer to release her braids, so her mid-length white hair fell untidily down to her shoulders. Stephen avoided staring at her, although that meant looking mostly at Judy's amused half-smile. Then Wilhelmina slipped into the water, placing herself nearer to the other woman. "There," she said, "ain't this nice?"

"I suppose," Stephen managed, relaxing in the bubbling warm bath despite himself.

"Oh, loosen up," Judy said. "We're all in the same boat here, darling. Restarted. Making new starts."

"I take it that you know that Wilhelmina had sex with me?" Stephen replied, trying to keep his voice neutral, hoping to puncture Judy's pose of calm indifference.

"Of course. And she said you were shocked when she showed you her album, you silly boy."

"You think I'm silly?"

"Yes. Cute, but you haven't noticed -- you haven't been fucking your mother, or a nun. You got fucked by me and Mina here. You should just have enjoyed it."

"Huh." Stephen stared at her.

"Yes. Though Mina didn't tell me one thing."

"What's that?" Wilhelmina asked.

Judy moved closer to the other woman, and leaned her face in to whispering distance. "How was he?" she asked quietly.

Wilhelmina laughed her throaty laugh. "Not so bad," she said. "I don't think you damaged him."

"Oh, good," Judy said. Then Stephen noticed that her arm was moving so that, under the water, she must surely be caressing Wilhelmina.

"Yeah. He'll do fine, I reckon," Wilhelmina said.

The two women smiled conspiratorially. Then Wilhelmina leaned forward a little, and gave Judy a brief kiss on the cheek. In response, Judy raised her hand and brushed Wilhelmina's face affectionately. Then, though, they broke apart, and Stephen thought for a second that they'd been teasing him. However, a second later, Wilhelmina raised herself out of the water to sit on the edge of the jacuzzi, revealing her naked body once more. She opened her thighs, and Judy placed herself between them, facing the other woman.

"What the hell?" Stephen said. Judy ignored him, instead burying her face in Wilhelmina's crotch, but Wilhelmina stared at him.

"I said that you don't have to do anything," she said. "Didn't say what Judy an' me were going to do. What, you shocked again?"

"Yes, frankly!" Stephen was painfully aware even as he spoke that he sounded pompous.

"Dunno why. Judy has her son in the shower, I -- ah, yeah! -- I break my vows all over the building -- what's a bit of lesbian stuff compared to that?" She smiled. "Call it experimen..." She stopped with a gasp, as Judy worked on her with her mouth. "Ah, whatever you want. Call it fun."

Judy paused and glanced back over her naked shoulder at Stephen. "You can watch," she said to him. "Though actually, I'd quite like it if you fucked me as well. If it does feel right to you."

She returned to Wilhelmina's pussy, as Stephen stared. He knew that there were good reasons why he should get out of the jacuzzi at that moment, get dressed, walk away. He just couldn't think what they were. His Restarted body surged with hormones, leaving his brain floundering uselessly. He noticed that he had an erection.

So he moved across the water, crouched behind Judy, and took hold of her hips gently. She wriggled and moved as he pressed his groin against her buttocks. Then he reached under the water with one hand, exploring until he found her pussy. He probed it quickly with one finger, so that she gasped, pausing from her work on Wilhelmina again. Wilhelmina looked amused at Stephen.

He withdrew his finger, then used that hand to spread her cunt lips, and the other to guide his cock into her. She sighed as he began to fuck her.

"Take her gently for a moment," Wilhelmina told him. "She's got things to do to me."

He did his best to obey, limiting himself to a series of slow, steady thrusts into Judy as she worked on Wilhelmina's crotch. Wilhelmina responded to that, breathing more and more deeply until she suddenly threw her head back with a gasp.

"Yeah," she said, "oh lord, yeah ... Oh, saints above, oh Judy ... Yeah!" The word collapsed into an orgasmic sigh, and for a moment she sat with her mouth open, staring up and into space. Stephen found himself pounding harder into Judy, almost driving her head into Wilhelmina's belly, until Judy raised her body, resting her hands on the side of the jacuzzi on either side of Wilhelmina's thighs, then pushed back against him.

He let her push him a little way, until she was almost standing in the water and he was leaning back, his own hands braced against the opposite edge of the bath. Then Wilhelmina slipped into the water and stepped forward to embrace and kiss Judy. As Stephen thrust upwards, Wilhelmina broke the embrace a little, then reached down into the water with one hand. Stephen realised that she was fondling Judy's cunt, doubtless caressing Judy's clitoris with a fingertip. Judy sighed happily, and both Stephen and Wilhelmina began to move, both concentrating on her cunt, slowly at first, then steadily faster.

Judy gave a series of sharps gasps, culminating in a wordless orgasmic moan. "Oh," she said, "oh, Jesus fuck... Oh God..." she slumped forward into Wilhelmina's arms.

Wilhelmina held her and looked at her. "Yeah, honey," she murmured, "ain't it just that good?"

But Stephen barely heard her, being too preoccupied. He stood up in the water and renewed his energetic pounding into Judy. Gazing down at her pert buttocks and grasping her hips, he too came with an animalistic groan.

Then he slumped back, his softening cock pulling out of her in the process. "God," he echoed Judy.

Both women looked at him with half smiles as they rearranged themselves to stand in the water side by side, their arms around each other.

"That what you wanted?" Stephen challenged.

"It's a start," Judy said.

"Sure sounded like what you wanted," Wilhelmina added.

"I forgot what it was like to have a young body," Stephen said. "God, I couldn't help myself."

"So let us help you," Wilhelmina said. "Judy has sure helped me, you know?"

Judy looked at her and kissed her on the cheek. "How's your pussy?" Judy asked conversationally. "You said the other day that it's still learning."

"Oh, it is," Wilhelmina answered. "But it's just fine, honey. You made it feel so good. But..."

"What?"

"Pussy's still hungry," Wilhelmina said with her throaty laugh.

"No problem," Judy said, "is it, Stephen?"

Stephen said nothing.

"You know," said Wilhelmina, "pussy aside, I ain't got the hang of using my mouth yet."

"I said I'd teach you," Judy bent her head to murmur in her ear, "after all, you've got some favours to repay. You can start by learning on Stephen here. This dumb ex-son of mine has a very nice cock."

"I know that," Wilhelmina said.

"Give me a chance to recover," Stephen muttered.

"She's going to help with that," Judy said. "Or don't you want Mina to suck your dick?"

"Screw you," Stephen muttered.

"You. Just. Did." Judy blew him a kiss as Wilhelmina burst out laughing at the old joke. "And you screwed Mina yesterday. Now, are you really saying that you don't want this, or are you just being an ass now you've got off in me?"

"Yeah," said Wilhelmina, "Stevie boy, I think you're gonna bring that hot cock of yours to me."

Stephen stared at Wilhelmina's mouth. Seeing him looking, she licked her lips, slowly and deliberately. Oh Christ, he thought, yes I really do like the idea of her sucking my dick. And if I walk out now, she'll just find someone else, and I've already had her, and I had Judy just now...

He realised that he was making excuses to himself, and then he realised that he was going to agree, whatever. He could feel bad, or at least confused, later. So he hoisted himself to sit on the edge of the bath, opening his thighs to grant Wilhelmina access. His cock, nestling amidst his own silver pubic hair, was still limp, but was already swelling in anticipation.

Wilhelmina stepped forward in the water, then bent forward to inspect him. "That's it," murmured Judy, "take a good look if you like -- or just go for it, if you prefer. Don't try to swallow all of it..."

But Wilhelmina had already moved, and while her mouth couldn't take in all of Stephen's length, she seemed determined to try for as much as possible. Stephen gasped as he once more felt moist warmth enveloping him, then looked down and gently stroked Wilhelmina's damp white hair.

"That's it," said Judy, "move up and down a bit. Use your tongue -- swirl round it. Hold the base... That right, Stephen?"

"Christ, yes," Stephen murmured. "Oh God..."

"So stop now, Mina," said Judy.

Stephen gave a moan of frustration as Wilhelmina obeyed and Judy smirked. "Okay," she said, "now run your tongue up from his balls to the tip, and swirl around there..."

Wilhelmina obeyed again, and Stephen moaned louder, feeling his cock throb eagerly. Judy smiled and told Wilhelmina to return to gentle sucking, and Stephen sat concentrating on not exploding too soon.




Old Family, New Friends



"How's she doing?" Judy asked.

"Oh -- oh God -- fine," Stephen gasped.

"Yeah." Judy ran a fingertip caress down Wilhelmina's back. "Fast learner, this one."

Despite the distracting sensations from his cock, Stephen glanced at her. "You must have ... learned pretty fast ... here yourself," he said, his breath coming in gasps.

"Hah!" said Judy. "You think this is new for me? That I didn't know how to give a man a blowjob? Well, you remember my husband -- little bald guy, you maybe thought he was a bit boring?"

"I remember..."

"Well," Judy continued, "he was really keen for me to do that to him, once upon a time. I thought he was a sick puppy for asking, but I reckoned that he might go out and pay for it if I said no, so in the end I said yes. Then, after a while, you know what? I decided that I was a sick bitch myself, because I kind of liked doing it. Funny how I remember that."

Wilhelmina slowly withdrew her head from Stephen's groin, leaving her holding his throbbing cock at the base with one hand. "Yeah," she said, "I'm learning a lot I never knew before. Hey, does this kinda thing work on women well as men?"

"You know it does," Judy purred.

"Don't stop!" Stephen gasped. Wilhelmina returned to work.

"So," Stephen said to Judy, "you ... sucked your husband off?"

Judy met his gaze. "I did," she said.

"Did he have a big cock?"

Judy smiled. "Big enough, so far as I remember. This turning you on, you kinky bastard?"

Stephen gazed at her. "Just trying ... to get the ... big picture" he gasped out.

Judy laughed. "And before you ask, I can't actually remember if I ever swallowed," she added with a smirk. "Probably not." She shook her head thoughtfully. "Anyway," she added, "how about you? Did my daughter ever suck your dick?"

Stephen met her gaze. "Once or twice," he said, "on special occasions." He maintained a calm expression, but trawling the dim memory up from the depths excited him further.

Wilhelmina removed her mouth from his cock again and glanced back at Judy. "An' did you ever let your husband ... put it in your ass?" she asked.

Stephen was rendered speechless. Judy laughed again, but not unkindly this time. "Mina's been doing the reading," she said. "But the answer is -- no, my husband never got to fuck me up the ass. At least not literally."

"Mmm-hmm," said Wilhelmina, and turned back towards Stephen's erection.

"No," he said quickly, "no, if ... if pussy is hungry, I'd better do something for it now."

"Okay," said Wilhelmina, releasing her hold and backing off a little. Stephen's cock remained rigid.

"That looks good," Judy said, gazing at it. "Mina did good."

"She did," Stephen gasped.

"So now I suggest that you fuck her like an animal," Judy said calmly.

"Mmm," Wilhelmina agreed. "You do that, please, Stephen." She looked from his cock to his face. "Fuck me," she added quietly.

"Over here," Judy said. They both looked round and realised that she had spread a couple of thick towels on the floor next to the bath. Wilhelmina scrambled out of the water and rolled onto them, opening her legs and then using both hands to spread her cunt lips, presenting herself blatantly to Stephen.

Stephen knelt between her thighs and took his cock in his right hand. He couldn't resist teasing her. "You want this again?" he asked.

"Dear God, yes!" Wilhelmina almost yelped. "Get it in me! Jus' fuck me now!"

Stephen carefully placed the glistening pink tip of his cock at her waiting entrance, then slid into her in one smooth motion. Her response was an appreciative purr.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she replied. "Oh God, oh God, oh God yes."

They held each other as Stephen moved his hips, pushing even deeper, and then Wilhelmina wrapped her legs around his thighs and rocked back and forth. They kissed, hard and long, exploring each others' mouths with their tongues.

"Mary mother o' God," said Wilhelmina, drawing breath, "I could really get used to this."

"So," said Judy, sitting cross-legged as she looked at the fornicating couple, "how's that for you, Stephen?"

"Fine," said Stephen, pausing and looking at her as Wilhelmina placed small kisses on his cheek and neck.

"What do you think? That you're fucking a hot and horny bitch?"

"No," said Stephen, "I thought that earlier."

"Ooh," said Judy. "A real touch there, Stevie. That would have stung, if I didn't know you were right." She slapped him on the buttocks, which did literally sting a little. Then she turned away with a cool smile and sat on the edge of the jacuzzi. She found a large bar of soap from somewhere, and began applying it to her limbs.

"Don't mind her, honey," said Wilhelmina. "Just carry on with what you're doing."

Stephen obeyed, trying to be slow and gentle. Wilhelmina muttered something inaudible but evidently happy under her breath.

But after a moment, Stephen couldn't resist taking another sideways glance at Judy. She was now soaping her breasts, and when she saw him looking, she pantomimed doing so even more lasciviously. They exchanged smiles.

"Every had a threesome before?" Judy asked.

"Lord, no," Stephen said. "Well ... I think I'd remember."

"Hey," Wilhelmina said, wriggling under him again. "Some of us still getting used to twosomes."

Judy rinsed off, then stood up and stepped over to the other two. She knelt behind Stephen and put her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his back. "Enjoy," she whispered in his ear.

"No trouble," Stephen replied.

Judy leant back a little, and ran both hands down his back, her fingernails scratching him not quite hard enough to cause pain. Stephen made another wordless noise, and thrust deep into Wilhelmina.

"Lots of new stuff to try," Judy said, leaning back a little further. Then she made another small motion.

Stephen gasped in shock. Judy had brought the soap bar with her; now, she had inserted a little way into his anus, holding it steady there. Then, leaning forward a little, she growled wordlessly in his ear, squirmed against him, and moved the soap bar a little. That made Stephen twitch convulsively, and beneath him. Wilhelmina gasped, not unhappily.

"My husband liked this, sometimes," Judy whispered in Stephen's ear. "Yes, you could say that I fucked his ass."

"Mmm," said Stephen, clenching his teeth a little.

"And I guess that my daughter did the same to you," Judy added, "at least metaphorically. If I remember that divor... Ah! Yes!"

She had shifted a little as she spoke, and Stephen realised that her cunt was now pressed against the soap where it protruded between his buttocks. Her movements threatened to drive it deeper into him, so he clenched reflexively, thus keeping it steady enough for Judy to exploit for her own pleasure. Wilhelmina, not knowing what had happened, simply moved and sighed against him as his cock moved inside her, and her breathing grew deeper.

But it was Judy who reached orgasm next. Despite her air of cool, it seemed, the situation had made her excited, and now she suddenly writhed and squirmed against Stephen's back -- and against the soap bar -- with a yelp of "Fucking Hell Yes God Yes!"

A moment later, she slumped away with a giggle, and the soap went skittering across the floor and ended up in the bath, as Stephen and Wilhelmina both looked at her in some bemusement. Then Judy moved around to lie beside the other two, and kissed Wilhelmina on the cheek and mouth before reaching between them and deftly fondling Wilhelmina's breasts.

"Nice tits," she said.

Wilhelmina glanced down at her hand. "Good of you to say so," she said, "But I'm not stupid. They ain't very big..."

"The hell with that," said Stephen, "have you looked at your nipples? They're amazing!"

Wilhelmina blinked. "They are?"

"Mmm-hmm," Judy agreed.

"Heh. Never thought about 'em before. That's really cool..." Wilhelmina grinned cheerfully. Then, suddenly, she moaned. "Oh, sweet sweet Jesus an' all the saints... Oh God, yes! Fuck! Sweet Christ you two, fuck, fuck, fuck me!"

Stephen found himself unable to disobey. "Sweet Jesus," gasped Wilhelmina again between ever harder thrusts. "big hard thing... feels good in me... Stevie... Pussy's gettin'... just... what... it... wants!"

"He's not bad, is he?" Judy asked mischievously, running a thumb over one of Wilhelmina's nipples.

"He's a... sweet... boy," Wilhelmina replied. "Oh, yeah, fuck!" She squirmed, and Stephen squirmed back as Judy gently squeezed Wilhelmina's breast. Then Wilhelmina's breathing began growing deeper again. Stephen moved in time with it, as Judy released her hold and bent forward to kiss Wilhelmina on the mouth. Wilhelmina's eyes were closed, and she seemed relaxed, except that her hands were grasping Stephen's hips hard enough to leave marks.

Then she gave a long, soft moan of release in the back of her throat, audible through the kiss. Judy lifted her head away, and Wilhelmina's eyes flicked open. She gazed at the other two.

"Jeeee-sus," she murmured. "Pussy done fine. You havin' fun, Stevie boy?"

In response, Stephen lifted himself up on his hands and renewed his series of deep thrusts, each now hard enough to make Wilhelmina grunt. They soon began to grow faster, and as he pounded into Wilhelmina with increasing urgency, Judy raised herself on one elbow so she could run a hand down his back again. She cupped one of his buttocks for a moment and gave it a squeeze, then reached between his legs to tickle his balls with one gentle fingertip. In response, Stephen gave a noise that was half grunt and half howl. Then his whole body convulsed, feeling as though he was pouring all of himself into Wilhelmina through his iron-hard cock.

A moment later, he was collapsed on top of Wilhelmina and gasping for breath. When he had recovered enough to look at her, he saw that she was grinning broadly. Looking round, he saw Judy matching her expression.

"God," he muttered, pulling out and lifting himself off Wilhelmina.

"Yep," said Wilhelmina. "Looks like that all worked."

Stephen rolled away, and Wilhelmina reached down to her cunt, and stroked it thoughtfully. Then she brought her fingertips, glistening with a mixture of her juices and Stephen's semen, to her face, and sniffed them thoughtfully. She tasted the mix with the tip of her tongue, and smiled a little more.

Stephen got unsteadily to his feet, then stepped back into the bath. The warm, bubbling water began to rinse away the sweat and sex juices. After a moment, both women followed him, once again sitting side by side to face him.

"Thanks," he said. "I guess that you reckoned that I needed that."

Judy stared at him. "Men," she said. "You think it's all about you, don't you?"

"What does that mean?"

"It means that we both needed something. You know, I remembered you as the guy who married my daughter -- and the other day didn't entirely change that. I wanted you, but I also remembered a bit about the divorce. I don't know how much you remember, but it got a bit nasty back then. And I took Sarah's side, of course, so I still hated you a little bit."

"Oh." Stephen winced.

Judy shrugged. "But I can't build a new life on fragments of the past, can I?" she said.

"So?"

"So now you're just the well-hung bastard who got turned on by the sight of me eating out another woman. And you gave me a good fuck. I reckon I've worked off the hate."

"Uh. Okay. Good." Stephen wasn't sure what to say. But then Judy moved over to him and kissed him on the cheek, gently this time. "Yeah," she said, "it's good. Sorry if I played the bitch too hard, but can we call it quits now?"

"Sure." Stephen managed a smile. "Anyway ... what about Mina?"

" Huh." Wilhelmina gazed at him across the bubbling water. "Y'know, although I ain't any sort of nun any more, it's kind of hard to dump all of that. And you did not help by worrying about it."

"Oh." Stephen laughed a very little, nervously. "Sorry."

" Oh heck ... oh, fuck. It's not your fault, really. I jus' needed to let go a little more. Make sure you saw me more as a ... what you reckon, Judy honey?"

"A horny bitch," Judy suggested. "Hot for cock and pussy."

"Hah. Guess I can live with that." Wilhelmina smiled thoughtfully. "I did let go a bit more, just now."

"I noticed," Stephen admitted. "This time, you kind of reminded me that I was fucking a nun."

"You weren't," Wilhelmina snapped.

"Sorry, ex-nun. But anyway, I was also loving it. Maybe I was working off something left over from my school days."

The women laughed, and Wilhelmina moved over to sit next to him, on the other side from Judy. Both women put their arms around him..

"So -- are you two going to be needing any more help?" Stephen asked.

"Hah!" Judy said, "You mean, will you be getting laid again?"

"Perhaps," Stephen said, allowing himself a smirk.

"Oh, I reckon pussy will get hungry again sometime," Wilhelmina commented.

"Here too, I imagine," said Judy. "Anyway, there'll probably be more women needing help."

"Yeah," Wilhelmina agreed. "More people."

She and Judy looked at each other, across Stephen. Judy gave a broad wink.

Stephen subsided into the water with a smile of his own. He decided that the women were right; he must have plenty to look forward to. A whole new life, Restarted. He could decide later whether he'd pick up on Wilhelmina's hint and see how far he could stretch his tastes, but he'd go wherever his willingness to try new experiences might lead. This was just a start.

So now, he stared openly at the women's bodies, and felt a happy fading throbbing in his cock. It was a good start.

//END//