Chapter 01
I met Nina in a party at a friend's house. Among the five girls in the group, she was the one who stuck out: Tall with long blond hair, a pretty face, dressed elegantly - The whole package. I couldn't take my eyes off her. I ogled her from a distance. When I saw her walking to the bathroom, I waited for her outside the door.
As she exited, I introduced myself, "My name is Ryan. I think you are the prettiest girl I've ever met. It may sound like a cliché, but it's the truth. You have no idea if I am a normal guy or a pedophile, and I do not know anything about you, especially if you have a boyfriend. But I'd love to meet you for an afternoon coffee. If you are interested, this is my phone number. Go back to your friends, and I won't bother you again."
I left her standing and moved to talk with two of my friends. I stayed for another hour, occasionally peeking in her direction. She chatted with her girlfriends, but twice our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. When I left the party, she was already gone.
Three days have passed, and I haven't heard from her. I was sure she thought my pick-up line was too stupid and almost forgot about her.
Five days later, at 5:30 pm, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I assumed it was the wrong number and blurted, "Wrong number, buddy." I almost hung up when a woman said, "This is Nina. We met at Jerry's party. If you are still interested, call me back at this number," then the phone went silent.
I dialed back, "Sorry. I get a lot of mistaken phone calls. It's nice to hear your voice. I almost gave up on the chance to know you..."
She had a contagious laugh, "Ryan, I pondered whether to accept your invitation and decided to give it a chance. I am single, and I hope you are too."
"Lady, I am not married and have no girlfriend either. Would you like to meet for a coffee or tea somewhere?"
"There is a Peet's Coffee near my house. Do you like their drinks?"
"I've never been to one, but I heard it's a good chain. So, which one is near your house?"
"Drive to 5th Street. It's near the intersection with Main Street."
"When do you want to meet?"
"We can meet there in half an hour if you are free."
Nina, I'll be there at 6.
I arrived before her and was lucky to find a free table for two. I saw her strolling in my direction and was impressed again. Her hair was now tied in a ponytail, and she wore a midi-style skirt with a summery blouse. She looked... noble.
I stood up, extended my hand, and said, "Thank you for agreeing to see me again."
She smiled, "I liked the way you introduced yourself. You showed a lot of confidence and didn't try to bug me at the party. You let me make my decision without pressure. And, finally, I am over my former boyfriend. Did I mention you are very handsome?..."
I grinned, "Let's order drinks and talk."
We sat for two hours and enjoyed each other's company. I found out she was a 20-year college student majoring in literature, and told her I was 22, a senior in another college, majoring in architecture. Time passed quickly, and we started dating soon after. On our third date, she asked me to join her and her mother for a Friday dinner. Initially, I hesitated, but her pleading eyes convinced me it was a good idea.
I knew Nina's mother had to have a good impression of me to secure a long-term relationship with her daughter. I shaved thoroughly, added a manly aftershave, and wore my best shirt and pants. I brought a bouquet of gardenias and hoped for the best.
I was very nervous when I rang the bell. Nina opened the door. She wore a nice flowery dress and... a broad smile, "You look so handsome, I am ready to eat you alive. Are the flowers for me?"
I smiled, "Not today, but if you promise to stick with me even if this evening is disastrous, I'll bring you prettier flowers."
"Ryan, you seem scared of Mom. She is completely benign. She may be sarcastic at times but never offensive. Come in and meet her."
Nina led me to the living room and asked her Mom, who worked in the kitchen, to be introduced. My first impression was she could not be related to Nina. They looked so different!
Nina was tall and skinny. Her mother was much shorter and more voluptuous. Nina's hair and eyes were blond and blue, respectively, while Mom's were dark brown. The only common denominator was their attractiveness. They looked very different, yet both were very feminine.
I extended my hand with the flowers to the mother and said, "My name is Ryan. Lady, I should have brought nicer flowers. You are so much prettier than your daughter. May I date you instead?"
She grinned, "Young man, my name is Grace. I see you learned already that the way to my daughter's heart goes through me. Compliment the mother, and her daughter will be charmed. Do you play chess? What would be your next move if I agreed to date you?"
I laughed, "A dream come true! Dating two pretty ladies is every man's fantasy. I may need a helmet and lead shield to protect me from you two competing who could hit me harder, but I'd take the risk..."
Grace turned to Nina, "Honey, your boyfriend is naughty. But he is cute, too. Guys, let's eat. Dinner is about ready, and Ryan, you like what I made, or I'll tell Nina you are a jerk. By the way, you are not allergic to certain foods, are you?"
Grace gazed at me, "Ryan, I slaved for three hours to make oysters with tofu and broccoli. How does it sound?"
I chuckled, "Really?..."
The two ladies burst into a prolonged laughter. Nina recovered first, "That's Mom's famous test. If you do not faint or leave the house with utter disgust in the first two minutes, you are worth dating."
Grace blushed, "Well, he proved he deserves a chance. Ryan, I made French onion soup, Fillet Mignon with mushrooms and baked potatoes, and for dessert a fruit salad with macadamia nuts. And if you are at least 18, you're allowed free access to the bar. You'll find several French wines that go well with dinner. Sorry, no beer tonight."
"Ma'am, it sounds fantastic. I drool already."
The soup was tasty, but the main course was even better. I couldn't resist, "Grace, everything is delicious. Did you order the food from a Michelin-three-star restaurant?"
Grace smiled at her daughter, "Nina, your hunk friend flirts with me. Do you want me to kiss him or slap his face?"
Nina grinned, "Ryan, wait until you taste the fruit salad. Mom always adds sweet red wine, which makes it mouthwatering. Occasionally, when she makes the salad, some of it remains after dinner. When she sleeps, I finish it and lick the bowl..."
"So you are the thief! I never understood why the remaining portion I left for the following day disappeared..."
It was a lovely evening. I found the two ladies easy to chat with. They behaved like loving sisters or good friends rather than mother and daughter. Half an hour later, Grace said, "Children, I am tired. I go to sleep. Don't bother with the plates in the sink; I'll do it tomorrow. Ryan, you are welcome in our house whenever you are free. It was nice meeting you."
Nina kissed her Mom's cheek, "Thank you for the special dinner. I think I'll keep Ryan in my room for the night."
Grace winked at me, "Ryan, be very careful. She can be wild... Good night, and see whoever survives in the morning."
Nina guided me to her room. It was spacious, with a king-size bed covered with soft white and light-blue linen, a large closet, and pictures of her favorite band, Maroon 5.
She allowed me a full 30 seconds to inspect her room before grabbing me for a long, passionate kiss. When we separated, both were breathless.
Nina smiled, "Ryan, drinking wine always makes me horny. Are you in the mood, too, or do you wish to frustrate me?
I placed her palm on the tent in my pants, "What do you think?..."
"I think it's big, hard, and ready to pounce."
We undressed, tearing some of our clothes, trying to outdo each other. I finished first because I had less to remove. I stood in front of her with my dick at full mast and ogled her, undoing her underwear.
She was a natural blonde - Even her trimmed bush hair was dirty blonde. Her body was gorgeous! The B-cup's perky tits were so inviting... The flat tummy ended in a protruding mound. Her round muscular ass cheeks swayed seductively when she removed her panties. Next, Nina stood up too, and her eyes explored my body, concentrating on my pectorals, which were well developed due to my swimming routine, and.. my stiff cock.
When she noticed my exposed erect pecker, she gasped, "Ryan, I am aroused, but be cautious with this monster. I want to enjoy sex, not to be ripped apart..."
I giggled, "Sorry to disappoint you with such a big tool, but if you'd rather I finger you, I can do it..."
"Are you crazy?! I'd love to feel your massive prick inside me. I just wish you'd take your time before plowing me."
"Nina, your mother's room is nearby. Is it OK? I mean, we may be too noisy..."
"Ryan, she is a grown woman. She knows I plan to have sex with you. I am no longer a teenager, and the alternative is going to a hotel and doing it there. Is this what you suggest?"
"I am horny too, and ogling your perfect body tempts me even more. I am just trying to be considerate toward your mother..."
"Ryan, you talk too much. My itch is becoming unbearable. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to pull my pink friend from the drawer and use it instead?"
I hugged her and felt her hard nipples poking my chest. My cock pushed against her tummy. Her hand enveloped the shaft, covering 3/4 of its circumference. It felt incredible. My hand moved to cup her tit, and she moaned, "Ryan, let's go to bed."
She pushed me on my back, "Ryan, your cock is huge. I want to let it in slowly and then ride you. OK?"
"Yes, girl. It's better than OK. That way, I'll be able to watch your gorgeous body and play with your magnificent breasts while you do the work."
Subsequently, she moved up, spread her legs above my body, and gingerly crouched on my vertical rod. Nina descended gradually on it. Her abundant juices helped the penetration through her tight pussy. Hers was the narrowest I've encountered so far. The feeling was terrific! The friction was exciting, and at one point, I was afraid I'd cum too early. I tried to think of another wine for the next dinner; it helped little... Eventually, her ass landed on my thighs, and she was impaled on my raging cock. She smiled dreamily and mumbled, "Ryan, You are so big that I feel you all the way to my throat. But I really want to ride you."
My hands massaged her tits, now and then tweaking the sensitive nipples. Her pace started slow but increased gradually from 'walking' to 'trotting' and then 'galloping.' Her climax began as a minor shudder that intensified significantly in a matter of seconds. Her movements became erratic, and I had to hold her tight to prevent her from falling to the side. Initially, she groaned softly, but soon, it turned to whimpers and, at the peak of her orgasm, into a loud cry. Watching her uncontrolled dance with the unrelenting friction of my prick took me over the edge, and I erupted deep inside her stretched vagina.
When my dick began deflating, I carefully turned sideways and pulled it out of her. Her body continued trembling for a couple of minutes as my hand caressed her body gently. She opened her eyes shortly after with a broad smile, "Ryan, this was awesome! Your boner filled my vagina like never before, and I came like gangbusters... It was the best orgasm ever!"
I continued caressing her hair, kissing her gently, and whispered, "Dear, I loved it too. However, I hope your mother won't kill me tomorrow for being too noisy."
She giggled, "I doubt she'll try to harm you. It's much more likely she'll be jealous. She hasn't had sex since my father's untimely sudden death 2.5 years ago."
"Sorry about your father. Are you ladies doing OK financially?"
"That was never the issue. Grandpa on my Mom's side owned a large factory that made steel products. She was the only child and inherited everything. Mother sold her shares, and now most of the money is invested in the stock market."
I smirked, "If I want the money, is it better to marry you or your mother?"
She smiled, "Moneywise, it would be the same because, when I am 21, I'll have 50% of our wealth. Tell me, are you a gold digger?"
"Until now, I wasn't aware of you being rich. I'll have to think about it, and we can discuss it next time we meet. But it's becoming late. Let's go to sleep."
We kissed gently, turned sideways, and fell asleep soon after without bothering to go to the bathroom.
I woke up feeling a soft palm rubbing my morning woodie. Nina's happy face gazed at me, "It's such a nice morning. I brushed my teeth and came to bed to find your pecker ready for action. I told myself you might have dreamt about us and decided to make it the real thing... Were you?"
I didn't remember my last dream, but I had no intention of ruining her good mood, especially since saying yes would give me another opportunity to play with her gorgeous body. "Yes, Nina dear. In my dream, We were naked in the jacuzzi. I was watching you with your legs wide apart and jiggling your breasts at me. I was Horny, and my cock was inches from your cunt."
"Are you saying I interrupted your sweet moment? In this case, I'd have to compensate you. We do not have a jacuzzi. Is there any other option you'd like instead?"
"In the shower is good, but it will wake your mother..."
She smiled, "Silly boy, Mom woke up much earlier. She is now in our small garden."
"OK, lady, into the shower we go."
We ran naked. The water warmed fast, and five minutes later, we were under the steamy water. We kissed gently as Nina's palm wrapped my engorged girth, aiming it at her wet entrance. She whispered, "Baby, I am hot for you. Shove it inside and show me the stairway to heaven!"
I bent slightly, penetrated her lubed pussy, and began pounding her while sucking on her nipple. We were well into our rhythm when the door opened, and Grace barged in covered in mud. She stopped in her tracks for a couple of seconds and ogled us. Then she rushed back out, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here."
My rod started shriveling. However, Nina said, "Ryan, ignore Mom. Everything is fine. I am too aroused. Just fuck me like we planned."
"Nina, I think I lost it..."
"No, you didn't." She knelt before me and began sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. Her blowjob was excellent, and soon, my organ was ready again. Nina turned her back to me, leaned her elbows on the wall, and said, "Now fuck me hard! I want my cunt to be filled like yesterday. If you wonder how powerful you are allowed to be, the answer is simple - The sky is the limit!"
My member invaded her tight pussy, and a short time later, I was drilling her pussy savagely. Her wild screams were deafening, but I couldn't care less. I continued pounding her naked body for ten minutes. My climax kept building, and eventually, I ejaculated inside her vagina. My organ deflated soon after. I saw my spunk trickling down on her thigh.
Nina's lifeless body rested against the wall for another moment or so. I stood behind her, massaged her back lightly, and kissed her neck. She quivered. I placed my palms on her tits and gently tweaked them. I barely heard her whisper, "Ryan, you were an animal. It was awesome, but if you do not stop arousing me right this minute, you'll have to fuck me again..."
I laughed and soaped her body. Then we showered again, and I rinsed the soap from her body. We dried ourselves and opened the door naked, assuming Grace went back to the garden. However, she sat on the couch in the living room and watched TV. As we came out, she saw our naked bodies and gasped. She mumbled, "Children, both of you look very good naked, but I still think wearing clothes is a good idea..."
Nina and I ran to her room, embarrassed. Nina yelled through the door, "Sorry, Mom, we thought you were outside."
I heard Grace say, "Obviously...".
We dressed and exited to the living room. Grace gave us an inquiring look, "Next time you plan to do it in the shower, let me know in advance. I need to prepare myself mentally for the... live show."
Nina hugged her mother, "I am really sorry, Mom, it was my fault."
Grace smiled and returned the hug, "No need to apologize. Just think about the effect of exposed young, shapely bodies on my brain. Nina, unlike you, MY body hasn't felt a man's touch in ages!"
I felt terrible for Grace, and said, "Girls, would you like to go to dinner and a movie tonight?"
Grace's choice for dinner was Italian food. Nina and I agreed wholeheartedly. I was lucky to find an empty table at a good restaurant downtown. I guess people preferred to watch the football game, or somebody canceled at the last minute.
Nina's figure was a classic model type, and whatever she wore looked good. I was surprised to see how terrific Grace looked. Her short, tight black dress complimented her curvaceous body. My eyes struggled to move from her generous cleavage... With the 3" high heels, her walk was more of a sashay than a stroll. She looked incredible!
Our table was ready when we arrived. As we were led to our table, I noticed many eyes focused on the two pretty ladies who accompanied me. It was too apparent - Male guests were jealous of me, and female guests (at least the ones who were not attracted to other women) hated my women. I giggled.
Grace and Nina sat on both my sides. Nina noticed my smile and inquired, "What was so funny?"
"I watched several men ogling you two and thought they envied me for dating two gorgeous beauties."
Nina chuckled, "Are you hinting they assumed we participated in a threesome?"
"Dear girl, man's imagination can go wild easily, especially when in the right mood."
"Well, honey, when I am horny, I'll accept almost anything to satisfy my hunger, but Mom will go into shock before taking a similar suggestion seriously..."
I watched Grace's face. She blushed but stayed quiet.
Nina and Grace took salads and different pasta dishes. I ordered Minestrone and Osso Buco. Everything tasted 'magnifico.' A bottle of Brunello di Montalcino helped digest the food and lighten the atmosphere.
With our tummies full, we drove to the movie theater. The movie Love At First Sight was expected to be a silly romance, but it was the girls' choice. I bought a large popcorn bucket and soda for everybody. I sat between my ladies and rested the bucket on my lap. Grace leaned slightly forward, and the top of her round breasts was on full display. Despite my efforts to look elsewhere, my eyes continued ogling her creamy tits, and my dick created a bulge in my pants.
Five minutes later, the theater darkened, but the film was supposed to start 20 minutes later. The girls were in a good mood and told funny anecdotes from years earlier. Each one grabbed popcorn while glancing at the screen. Initially, it worked well, but then Nina mentioned a very funny joke, and we all burst into laughter. The bucket, which was tilted by my hard cock, slipped to the floor. I waited to finish the popcorn in my palm before picking up the bucket. Next, I felt Grace's hand fumbling the front of my pants. It took her a few seconds to realize the bucket was not there, and her hand was playing with my covered prick. Her hand retreated as if bitten by a snake. She stared at my face but said nothing. I whispered in her ear, "I apologize. The bucket fell, and I was too slow to pick it up."
She whispered back, "I believe you, but it doesn't explain the hard thing I found there."
I leaned into her, hoping in the darkness she would not notice my blush, "Don't tell Nina, but I saw your impressive cleavage, and my organ got excited."
She chortled, "I noticed you and Nina have one thing on your mind - Sex... I knew the movie was a chick flick, but I thought if you didn't like it, you'd snore. It didn't cross my mind that my old body would excite you..."
"As I told you before, you are much more attractive than you give yourself credit for!"
Suddenly, Nina, whose stare was focused on the screen until now, asked me, "What is happening? What are you and Mom talking about?"
"Oh, nothing. The popcorn bucket fell, and I apologized."
I picked the bucket from the floor. Very little was still in it. I handed it to Grace, and she winked at me. For the rest of the movie, I sat obediently and ogled Grace's ample boobs only twice.
When the movie ended, the women discussed it in detail, criticizing the actors but loving the plot. I was much less interested in their opinion about the film. I walked behind them and admired the way their hips swayed. Nina was gliding while Grace was sashaying even more than before. Was it accidental? Was it on purpose, knowing my eyes explore her behind?
We drove to their house, and Nina suggested I'd stay there the night. I didn't have to go to class until 10 am the following morning, so I agreed. We entered the house, and Grace asked to shower first and go to sleep. She was out of the bathroom 40 minutes later, wrapped with a large towel. She smiled, winked, and went to her bedroom.
Nina was next, and I followed last.
When I was in bed, Nina moved in my direction. She was naked, and her body was nice and warm. She began removing my underwear while my hand massaged her tit lovingly. She sighed, "I wish my breasts were bigger. I know you like playing with them, and you'd enjoy them more if they were rounder. Like Mom's..."
"Honey, your tits are perfect the way they are. By the way, since you mentioned your mother, she looks so different than you."
Nina smirked, "If you think I was adopted, you are wrong. I look much more like members of my father's family. The parents come from Finland, and almost everybody is tall and blonde. Anyway, do you wish to talk about ancestry or have sex with me?"
"Nina, you are insatiable! I'd love to ravage your body, but this time, I think we should be quieter..."
"But once I am close to cumming, I cannot control myself."
"I have an idea. It's time for a 69."
She giggled, "Sounds like a perfect idea. But if your oral job is subpar, next time we do 70..." I laughed.
I had to be on top to ensure 'relative' quiet. I barely placed my knees on both sides of her head, and Nina's hungry mouth enveloped the mushroomed head. I continued kneeling, watching her full lips swallowing more of my penis. Her tongue squeezed it against her palate as she proceeded forward. At one point, I felt an obstacle ahead, and at that time, she began bobbing me. I leaned on her abdomen and gently licked my way from her navel down. She spread her legs for me and raised her pelvis.
This motion opened her pussy lips, and the wet pink part became exposed. I touched it lightly, causing her to moan. My tongue continued exploring her inner folds. Seconds later, my tongue started assaulting the orifice, penetrating as deep as I could. Nina gasped, and her hands pulled my face into her cunt. I tried to dig deeper, struggling to breathe. Nina's sucking accelerated, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold for long. I inserted two fingers into her snatch, and my tongue tickled her clitty. Her body stopped moving, and all her muscles contracted as she burst into a massive orgasm. Her head tried to move sideways but was locked in place by my knees. Her cry was muffled by my tumescent prick that blocked her lips. My fingers continued rubbing her vagina's anterior wall relentlessly, and I gently inserted a third finger in her ass. Her torso jerked, and she alternated blowing me harder with futile tries to scream.
With seconds to spare, I growled, "Bitch, I am about to cum now. Swallow it slut!"
A short time later, my cock ejected jet after jet of slimy spunk down her throat. Despite being in the throes of a powerful climax, she managed to swallow it all. I was impressed...
I rolled to my side, trying to catch my breath. Nina's eyes were shut, and her mouth was open, gasping for air. Her slim, sweaty body rested for a while. Minutes later, she glanced at me with a huge grin, "Honey, your oral skills are enviable. I am impressed! The amount of juice you poured into my mouth was more than I expected, but the taste was delicious. I thought it would be yucky, but it was mild and even slightly sweet. Knowing sperm fluid has healthy ingredients, we'll have to use this position more often..."
I kissed her nose, "Nina, I loved how you gave me head. You're a real pro. I also liked that, unlike before, we didn't make too much noise."
She giggled, "At a certain moment, I wasn't sure if you were fucking my mouth or trying to choke me. I tried to warn you, but no words came of my mouth."
Two weeks later, Nina suggested I move in with her. There was logic to it; Her home was much closer to my school, and I didn't have to drive back and forth so often. I talked to my parents about it, and they agreed. Of note, I didn't mention my parents before because, at 22, they treated me like an adult, and I was free to do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't flunk my studies.
The following day, I told Nina that my move was approved by my folks, but I needed to ensure Grace did not object. Nina tried to convince me I didn't have to do it, but I insisted. It's not just having a third person in her home. It was a MAN, so she had to pay attention to what she wore, and, of course, all the noise we made during our sexual activities would likely become more frequent.
The next day, I brought Grace a large box of Belgian chocolates. She chuckled, "Is it my birthday and I forgot about it, or you need something?..."
"Ma'am, Nina invited me to join her in her room. I didn't think I could do it without asking you first."
Grace grinned, "I feel you have been part of our family for some time now. You are welcome to be in her room as long as she tolerates you. Knowing you two, I expect a lot of noise, but I got used to it by now, so it's OK."
I kissed her cheek, "Grace, I am sorry we are not as quiet as I want us to be, but it's not easy to silence Nina at certain times, if you know what I mean..."
She gave me a strange look, "Sometimes I am jealous of her. Life with a loving partner is much better than being alone."
"Grace, you have everything a man can ever want in his mate. You are smart, funny, pretty, and have a fantastic body. Why don't you introduce yourself online? I bet you 1000 men would answer in the first 24 hours."
"Ryan, I appreciate your advice. It's not for me. A year after my husband died, I dated guys my friends suggested. In short, one lasted a month, and the other three months. I am not religious, but I believe in fate. If somebody worthy is destined to meet me, it will happen, and if not, well, that's life!"
Whenever Grace was home, Nina and I tried to lower the noise level during our sexual fun. However, each time she was away, we became wild animals. In a short time, we experimented with multiple positions and talked about our fantasies. Nina had multiple dreams about doing it in public places. My fantasies revolved around a threesome with another man or woman. Nina was not ready for a three-way, "How would you feel when I suck his cock? And what would you say when he fucks me? I think I'll feel safer with another woman, but doing it with somebody I do not know would feel weird... I'll tell you a secret I never told Mom: When I was 18, my best girlfriend and I got drunk one evening. She came on to me and kissed me. It felt like a nice game, and I reciprocated. Next, she removed my top and kissed my nipples. It felt good, and I played with hers. We undressed, caressed each other, and slept together naked. We woke up early and dressed up before Mom entered my room. But again, I was drunk at the time..."
"Girl, let's have a week to think about it, and then we'll discuss our fantasies again and decide which ones are worth a try."
Four days later, I was at school to study late for an important exam. At 7:00 pm, I got a phone call. It was the crying voice of Grace, "Ryan, Sorry to bother you. Can you come to the hospital?"
"What happened?"
"Nina and I went to the bar. It was too crowded, so we left after one drink. When we drove back, I was talking about a financial issue. She got distracted, and we got into a major accident. The other car crashed into her side. Nina is now in the operating room with a broken pelvis and who knows what else. I know you have an important exam soon, but I need you..."
"I'll be there in 10."
Eight minutes later, I met her. Grace's hair was disheveled, her clothes partly torn and covered with blood stains on her left side. I hugged her and led her to the nearest chair, "Grace, sit down, please. Do you want something to drink?"
"I can't sit still. I am too nervous. What if she dies during the surgery or becomes disabled? I'll never forgive myself!..."
"Grace, sit down, and I'll find somebody to tell me how she is doing." I left her on the chair, fumbling nervously with her fingers. I asked the first three hospital employees about Nina's condition. However, until the surgery was finished, no information was available.
I went back to Grace. She looked at me, begging to hear good news, so I lied, "I talked to somebody in the operating room. The surgery takes a long time because they explore everything to ensure no lesion is missed. He said she was doing much better. You don't need too much caffeine now, so I'll bring you hot tea with lemon. Do you also want something to eat?"
"I am not hungry."
"Be back in a jiffy with your tea."
An hour later, the surgeon came out of the operating room smiling, "It was a major surgery. She had a broken pelvis and left hip. Several pins keep the fractures in place. The good news is that I stopped the bleeding, and it seems major nerves were not damaged. She will need, I'd say, about 3 months in the orthopedic department and then a long time of rehabilitation, including physical therapy. Again, I am happy to announce that she'll live and likely won't suffer permanent damage, but recovery will take time and a lot of patience. She is sedated and asleep. I suggest you two go home and return in the morning."
I led shaky Grace to my car. She was silent, likely still shocked by the terrible event. Her trembling didn't stop at home.
I hugged her, "Grace, your dress is ripped and has blood stains. Blood drops are on your hand and leg, too. You need to shower. Can you do it by yourself?"
Her voice was shaky, "Ryan, I doon't thiink I caan do it. It's beetter if I goo to sleeep now."
"Grace, it's not a good idea. I'll help you."
As if hypnotized, she let me guide her to the bathroom. I slowly undressed her, checking she didn't have wounds. Except for minor bruises on her left shoulder and arm, she seemed OK. I made sure the water temperature was not too hot and helped her in. She appeared dazed and oblivious to anything I did. I held her with my left hand and soaped her with my right. It wasn't easy because she didn't help, but eventually, I finished and rinsed her off. As I was drying her, I ogled her body. Even though she had no lipstick or other 'enhancing cosmetics,' she looked fantastic. Her voluptuous body had a guitar shape that reminded me of Salma Hayek. Her breasts sagged only a little, which surprised me. I thought women in their 40s with large boobs must use significant support to prevent them from sagging too much. Her soft tummy ended in triangularly trimmed brown hair. I carried her to her bedroom, covered her with the blanket, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you in the morning."
I threw her dirty clothes in the basket, showered, and fell asleep soon after.
I woke up at 6 am, hearing steps by my door. I wore pants and opened the door. Grace was dressed and drank coffee.
"Why are you up so early?"
"I cannot stay in bed. I want to see how Nina does."
"Grace, most patients are still asleep, and in an hour, nurses will give them the morning medications. Visitation hours usually start at 11 am, so physicians can make their rounds before we arrive. If you wish, I can call the nurse and ask how Nina did during the night."
"Please do it."
It took me half an hour to get any information about Nina. The nurses were busy washing the patients, dressing them, distributing the drugs, and preparing for the doctor's rounds. The only sentence I got was, 'She is recovering. She needed pain medication at 4. Now she sleeps again.'
I hugged Grace, "Gracie, she is doing better. Let her sleep; it's good for her recovery.
Is there anything I can do for you now?"
I noticed her body shivered again. She mumbled, "No. I cannot sleep, and I am not hungry. Until I see my baby, I'll feel terrible."
We sat on the sofa. I hugged her shoulder and waited for her shiver to abate. Once it stopped, I operated the TV, "What would you want to watch?"
"I don't care. You decide."
I scrolled through the channels. The movie Casablanca just started. I began watching the old film. Initially, Grace had a blank stare, but after 15 minutes, her eyes were focused on the screen. She whispered, "I always wanted to watch Casablanca..."
After several minutes, I left her and went to freshen up. Next, I prepared sandwiches for both of us and coffee for me. The movie with the commercials lasted 2.5 hours.
It was 8:30 am. We had two hours before driving to the hospital. Grace elected to rest in her bedroom. At 10:30, her door was still closed. I opened it quietly. Grace had her eyes shut. I closed the door, returned to the living room, and waited for her to wake up.
I called my friend to update me on my missed studies and continued watching sports on TV.
Her door opened at 11:15. She smiled, "Sorry, I could not sleep last night, and I fell asleep until now."
"Grace, no apology needed. If you are ready, we can go."
Nina was hanging in a large bed. Her left arm and leg were up, tied by bandages to special devices that looked like small cranes. Her pelvis was supported by large pillows, and her body was covered with dressings. Much of her body reminded me of a mummy, except for the neck and the head, which were fully exposed.
She was awake and smiled when she saw Grace and me. Grace rushed to her, kissed her cheek, and hugged her. Nina grimaced, "Mom, please. It hurts. We can talk, but every movement is killing me."
"Sorry, honey. I won't touch you. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Like being run over by a steam roller. Everything hurts. I get a morphine shot every couple of hours. But I talked to Dr. Jenkins, and he said the surgery went well. Since I am young and without complicating factors, full recovery is expected, but returning to normal may take months."
"Nina, I am so sorry I distracted you when you were driving. I should have shut up."
"Mom, we drank alcohol before the accident, and I was not careful. I'd love to blame the accident on others, but the fact is, it was all my fault." She smirked and winked at me, "But if you still feel guilty, bring me Leonidas chocolate, and we'll be even..."
Grace's teary face lit up, "Tomorrow, I'll bring you chocolate. You are my hero!"
Nina turned to me, "Ryan, now that I am stuck here, I hope you stay with Mom. She will be too lonely without me constantly annoying her."
"Nina, I'll be happy to do it, but your mother may not want me around if you do not keep an eye on me..."
Grace grinned, "Honey, don't listen to his excuses. He'd rather leave the old grumpy broad and find a younger, more cheerful company."
Nina stared at me, "Ryan, what will it be? And if you choose to move back home, I still expect you to visit Mom at least twice a week until I am healthy!"
I laughed, "The truth is, I'd like to stay with your mother. She doesn't nag me about my hairstyle, where I put my clothes, and who my friends at school are. Did I mention she is a better cook, too?"
Grace blushed, "I don't believe you. You are just trying to be a gentleman."
I raised my hand, "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Nina grinned, "Thank you. You made my day. Unfortunately, Mom is too shy and stubborn to socialize with other people. Ryan, you have a mission. Once you finish your exams, try to take her out. Seeing the sun and being in the fresh air will keep her healthier. Otherwise, once I am done here, I'll have to care for her instead of enjoying my life with a healthy, happy mother."
We left Nina an hour later. It was time for her lunch and afternoon nap.
We drove home, and Grace looked pensive.
"Grace, is there anything on your mind?"
"I was thinking about the months Nina will be stuck in this position. It will be a torture for sure."
"I don't think she'll be in this position all the time. It's probably temporary until the bone fractures start healing."
"I also appreciated you calmed her, saying you wished to stay with me. Look, we do not have to tell her the truth. You can go back home and do whatever you want. I'll say you still reside in her room."
I lifted my fists, "Lady, are you trying to get rid of me?"
Grace chortled, "You are so cute when you pretend to be mean... Do you really want my company?"
"Didn't I tell you before the accident you are beautiful?"
"Yes, you did, but it was a meaningless compliment to your girlfriend's mother."
I sighed, "Lady, I agree with Nina. You are very stubborn and distrustful. As a punishment, I plan to take you out at least one evening a week, perhaps two!"
"Ryan, is your plan to spoil me?"
"Yes!"
In the following days, I concentrated on my upcoming exam. By Friday, I was done and had a good feeling about it. I returned home and saw Grace in the kitchen making dinner.
I came behind her, hugged her waist, and whispered, "Pretty lady, after dinner, we go out. Where would you like to go?"
"Ryan, you sat two full hours to complete the exam. Aren't you tired? You can rest, and we'll talk about going out some other time."
"Grace, I am the man of the house now, and you do what I say!"
"Young man, you are funny..."
"Listen, a friend of mine told me about a less-known club with a small band playing music every Friday night. Let's see what this is about. If you don't like it, we'll leave."
"Ryan, everybody will mock you for taking your mother to a place like that."
"Grace, how many times do I need to remind you I find you extremely attractive? And guys my age find cougars to be hot!"
She mumbled, "I remember waking up after you showered me. I was too embarrassed to talk about it."
I grinned, "So now you cannot tell me I do not know what you are hiding."
She smiled, "Shut up... I still blush when I think about it."
"I Won't mention it again if you come with me to this club. We have half an hour to prepare."
She went to the bathroom, and I changed my jeans and a tee shirt into clean blue pants and a white, ironed shirt. I watched the news and read e-mails on my computer.
Grace exited her bedroom, and again, like the last time we went out with Nina, I was mesmerized. Her short, tight red dress clung to her curves as if sewn on her body... Her well-endowed cleavage would undoubtedly attract a lot of attention! My eyes were glued to her magnificent chest.
She noticed my eyes and grinned, "The last time I wore this dress was 10 years ago. I wasn't sure I could fit in it..."
I blurted, "You fit in it all right! And I think every man in the place will stare at your tits. I wonder how many of them will end up with a heart attack. Do you know how to do CPR?"
Grace glanced at me, "Do you want me to change it to a more conservative attire?"
"Of course not! I want everybody to be jealous of me, thinking I have you. Once we are back home, I'll cry into my pillow, hating for NOT having you..."
She caressed my arm, "Ryan, you are too nice. What will I do once you leave me for a spring chicken inside the club?"
"If you promise to dance with me, you'll be my date for the evening. Deal?"
"Honey, you are so persistent. The last time I danced was many years ago. With my high heels, I'll step on your toes all the time, and you'll hate me for it. Please, reconsider."
I pretended to think it over and said, "Grace, I thought about it. If you do not dance with me, I'll complain to Nina that you jerk me around."
She laughed in my face.
The club was a small establishment. The band had three instrument players who played slow-dancing music. There were about 30 people in the room, with five couples dancing. I asked Grace what she wanted to drink, and she asked for a Mojito or another sweet cocktail if it wasn't available. I went to the bar and saw several guys staring at Grace with hungry eyes. One of the guys moved toward her and tried to talk to her. She smiled, pointed in my direction, and said something. He apologized and left. I returned with our drinks and said, "I noticed somebody tried to steal my date. Shall I beat him up?"
She sipped her Mojito and caressed my cheek, "As promised, I am yours for the evening."
"Great. Let's finish our cocktails and move to the floor."
Ten minutes passed, and our glasses were empty. I signaled the barman to fill them and pulled Grace to the dance floor. In the first song, I hugged her waist, and she held my shoulders. In the second dance, she smiled at me and whispered, "This is ridiculous." She came closer and leaned her head on my chest. Her chest pushed against my body, waking my pecker. Her perfume and the sight of her fantastic upper tits were a lethal combination. My prick continued hardening between us, and soon, I knew there was no way Grace wouldn't feel it. We continued dancing, and I waited for her reaction to my growing member.
I saw her eyes closed and a little smile. I barely heard her, "Ryan, You really find me sexy. Don't you?"
I whispered, "Grace, you have no idea how sexy you are. But now you know it's not just a compliment..."
She giggled. She kept her body leaning on mine as my pole reached maximal length.
Grace gazed at me, "It extended already all the way to my chin..."
I lifted her chin gently and kissed her lips softly.
She kept staring at my eyes. I kissed her again. She didn't respond, and seconds later, she lowered her eyes. She said, "Ryan, let's go back and finish our drinks."
We sat on both sides of our table and didn't talk. Now and then, we peeked at each other.
When we finished, Grace said she was tired and suggested to return home. On the way to the car, she held my hand. I opened her door, and she glided in, showing her shapely thighs as well as her tits almost to her nipples.
We kept silent during the drive, occasionally meeting each other's eyes and smiling.
As she exited, I introduced myself, "My name is Ryan. I think you are the prettiest girl I've ever met. It may sound like a cliché, but it's the truth. You have no idea if I am a normal guy or a pedophile, and I do not know anything about you, especially if you have a boyfriend. But I'd love to meet you for an afternoon coffee. If you are interested, this is my phone number. Go back to your friends, and I won't bother you again."
I left her standing and moved to talk with two of my friends. I stayed for another hour, occasionally peeking in her direction. She chatted with her girlfriends, but twice our eyes met, and we smiled at each other. When I left the party, she was already gone.
Three days have passed, and I haven't heard from her. I was sure she thought my pick-up line was too stupid and almost forgot about her.
Five days later, at 5:30 pm, I got a phone call from an unknown number. I assumed it was the wrong number and blurted, "Wrong number, buddy." I almost hung up when a woman said, "This is Nina. We met at Jerry's party. If you are still interested, call me back at this number," then the phone went silent.
I dialed back, "Sorry. I get a lot of mistaken phone calls. It's nice to hear your voice. I almost gave up on the chance to know you..."
She had a contagious laugh, "Ryan, I pondered whether to accept your invitation and decided to give it a chance. I am single, and I hope you are too."
"Lady, I am not married and have no girlfriend either. Would you like to meet for a coffee or tea somewhere?"
"There is a Peet's Coffee near my house. Do you like their drinks?"
"I've never been to one, but I heard it's a good chain. So, which one is near your house?"
"Drive to 5th Street. It's near the intersection with Main Street."
"When do you want to meet?"
"We can meet there in half an hour if you are free."
Nina, I'll be there at 6.
I arrived before her and was lucky to find a free table for two. I saw her strolling in my direction and was impressed again. Her hair was now tied in a ponytail, and she wore a midi-style skirt with a summery blouse. She looked... noble.
I stood up, extended my hand, and said, "Thank you for agreeing to see me again."
She smiled, "I liked the way you introduced yourself. You showed a lot of confidence and didn't try to bug me at the party. You let me make my decision without pressure. And, finally, I am over my former boyfriend. Did I mention you are very handsome?..."
I grinned, "Let's order drinks and talk."
We sat for two hours and enjoyed each other's company. I found out she was a 20-year college student majoring in literature, and told her I was 22, a senior in another college, majoring in architecture. Time passed quickly, and we started dating soon after. On our third date, she asked me to join her and her mother for a Friday dinner. Initially, I hesitated, but her pleading eyes convinced me it was a good idea.
I knew Nina's mother had to have a good impression of me to secure a long-term relationship with her daughter. I shaved thoroughly, added a manly aftershave, and wore my best shirt and pants. I brought a bouquet of gardenias and hoped for the best.
I was very nervous when I rang the bell. Nina opened the door. She wore a nice flowery dress and... a broad smile, "You look so handsome, I am ready to eat you alive. Are the flowers for me?"
I smiled, "Not today, but if you promise to stick with me even if this evening is disastrous, I'll bring you prettier flowers."
"Ryan, you seem scared of Mom. She is completely benign. She may be sarcastic at times but never offensive. Come in and meet her."
Nina led me to the living room and asked her Mom, who worked in the kitchen, to be introduced. My first impression was she could not be related to Nina. They looked so different!
Nina was tall and skinny. Her mother was much shorter and more voluptuous. Nina's hair and eyes were blond and blue, respectively, while Mom's were dark brown. The only common denominator was their attractiveness. They looked very different, yet both were very feminine.
I extended my hand with the flowers to the mother and said, "My name is Ryan. Lady, I should have brought nicer flowers. You are so much prettier than your daughter. May I date you instead?"
She grinned, "Young man, my name is Grace. I see you learned already that the way to my daughter's heart goes through me. Compliment the mother, and her daughter will be charmed. Do you play chess? What would be your next move if I agreed to date you?"
I laughed, "A dream come true! Dating two pretty ladies is every man's fantasy. I may need a helmet and lead shield to protect me from you two competing who could hit me harder, but I'd take the risk..."
Grace turned to Nina, "Honey, your boyfriend is naughty. But he is cute, too. Guys, let's eat. Dinner is about ready, and Ryan, you like what I made, or I'll tell Nina you are a jerk. By the way, you are not allergic to certain foods, are you?"
Grace gazed at me, "Ryan, I slaved for three hours to make oysters with tofu and broccoli. How does it sound?"
I chuckled, "Really?..."
The two ladies burst into a prolonged laughter. Nina recovered first, "That's Mom's famous test. If you do not faint or leave the house with utter disgust in the first two minutes, you are worth dating."
Grace blushed, "Well, he proved he deserves a chance. Ryan, I made French onion soup, Fillet Mignon with mushrooms and baked potatoes, and for dessert a fruit salad with macadamia nuts. And if you are at least 18, you're allowed free access to the bar. You'll find several French wines that go well with dinner. Sorry, no beer tonight."
"Ma'am, it sounds fantastic. I drool already."
The soup was tasty, but the main course was even better. I couldn't resist, "Grace, everything is delicious. Did you order the food from a Michelin-three-star restaurant?"
Grace smiled at her daughter, "Nina, your hunk friend flirts with me. Do you want me to kiss him or slap his face?"
Nina grinned, "Ryan, wait until you taste the fruit salad. Mom always adds sweet red wine, which makes it mouthwatering. Occasionally, when she makes the salad, some of it remains after dinner. When she sleeps, I finish it and lick the bowl..."
"So you are the thief! I never understood why the remaining portion I left for the following day disappeared..."
It was a lovely evening. I found the two ladies easy to chat with. They behaved like loving sisters or good friends rather than mother and daughter. Half an hour later, Grace said, "Children, I am tired. I go to sleep. Don't bother with the plates in the sink; I'll do it tomorrow. Ryan, you are welcome in our house whenever you are free. It was nice meeting you."
Nina kissed her Mom's cheek, "Thank you for the special dinner. I think I'll keep Ryan in my room for the night."
Grace winked at me, "Ryan, be very careful. She can be wild... Good night, and see whoever survives in the morning."
Nina guided me to her room. It was spacious, with a king-size bed covered with soft white and light-blue linen, a large closet, and pictures of her favorite band, Maroon 5.
She allowed me a full 30 seconds to inspect her room before grabbing me for a long, passionate kiss. When we separated, both were breathless.
Nina smiled, "Ryan, drinking wine always makes me horny. Are you in the mood, too, or do you wish to frustrate me?
I placed her palm on the tent in my pants, "What do you think?..."
"I think it's big, hard, and ready to pounce."
We undressed, tearing some of our clothes, trying to outdo each other. I finished first because I had less to remove. I stood in front of her with my dick at full mast and ogled her, undoing her underwear.
She was a natural blonde - Even her trimmed bush hair was dirty blonde. Her body was gorgeous! The B-cup's perky tits were so inviting... The flat tummy ended in a protruding mound. Her round muscular ass cheeks swayed seductively when she removed her panties. Next, Nina stood up too, and her eyes explored my body, concentrating on my pectorals, which were well developed due to my swimming routine, and.. my stiff cock.
When she noticed my exposed erect pecker, she gasped, "Ryan, I am aroused, but be cautious with this monster. I want to enjoy sex, not to be ripped apart..."
I giggled, "Sorry to disappoint you with such a big tool, but if you'd rather I finger you, I can do it..."
"Are you crazy?! I'd love to feel your massive prick inside me. I just wish you'd take your time before plowing me."
"Nina, your mother's room is nearby. Is it OK? I mean, we may be too noisy..."
"Ryan, she is a grown woman. She knows I plan to have sex with you. I am no longer a teenager, and the alternative is going to a hotel and doing it there. Is this what you suggest?"
"I am horny too, and ogling your perfect body tempts me even more. I am just trying to be considerate toward your mother..."
"Ryan, you talk too much. My itch is becoming unbearable. Are you going to fuck me, or do I need to pull my pink friend from the drawer and use it instead?"
I hugged her and felt her hard nipples poking my chest. My cock pushed against her tummy. Her hand enveloped the shaft, covering 3/4 of its circumference. It felt incredible. My hand moved to cup her tit, and she moaned, "Ryan, let's go to bed."
She pushed me on my back, "Ryan, your cock is huge. I want to let it in slowly and then ride you. OK?"
"Yes, girl. It's better than OK. That way, I'll be able to watch your gorgeous body and play with your magnificent breasts while you do the work."
Subsequently, she moved up, spread her legs above my body, and gingerly crouched on my vertical rod. Nina descended gradually on it. Her abundant juices helped the penetration through her tight pussy. Hers was the narrowest I've encountered so far. The feeling was terrific! The friction was exciting, and at one point, I was afraid I'd cum too early. I tried to think of another wine for the next dinner; it helped little... Eventually, her ass landed on my thighs, and she was impaled on my raging cock. She smiled dreamily and mumbled, "Ryan, You are so big that I feel you all the way to my throat. But I really want to ride you."
My hands massaged her tits, now and then tweaking the sensitive nipples. Her pace started slow but increased gradually from 'walking' to 'trotting' and then 'galloping.' Her climax began as a minor shudder that intensified significantly in a matter of seconds. Her movements became erratic, and I had to hold her tight to prevent her from falling to the side. Initially, she groaned softly, but soon, it turned to whimpers and, at the peak of her orgasm, into a loud cry. Watching her uncontrolled dance with the unrelenting friction of my prick took me over the edge, and I erupted deep inside her stretched vagina.
When my dick began deflating, I carefully turned sideways and pulled it out of her. Her body continued trembling for a couple of minutes as my hand caressed her body gently. She opened her eyes shortly after with a broad smile, "Ryan, this was awesome! Your boner filled my vagina like never before, and I came like gangbusters... It was the best orgasm ever!"
I continued caressing her hair, kissing her gently, and whispered, "Dear, I loved it too. However, I hope your mother won't kill me tomorrow for being too noisy."
She giggled, "I doubt she'll try to harm you. It's much more likely she'll be jealous. She hasn't had sex since my father's untimely sudden death 2.5 years ago."
"Sorry about your father. Are you ladies doing OK financially?"
"That was never the issue. Grandpa on my Mom's side owned a large factory that made steel products. She was the only child and inherited everything. Mother sold her shares, and now most of the money is invested in the stock market."
I smirked, "If I want the money, is it better to marry you or your mother?"
She smiled, "Moneywise, it would be the same because, when I am 21, I'll have 50% of our wealth. Tell me, are you a gold digger?"
"Until now, I wasn't aware of you being rich. I'll have to think about it, and we can discuss it next time we meet. But it's becoming late. Let's go to sleep."
We kissed gently, turned sideways, and fell asleep soon after without bothering to go to the bathroom.
I woke up feeling a soft palm rubbing my morning woodie. Nina's happy face gazed at me, "It's such a nice morning. I brushed my teeth and came to bed to find your pecker ready for action. I told myself you might have dreamt about us and decided to make it the real thing... Were you?"
I didn't remember my last dream, but I had no intention of ruining her good mood, especially since saying yes would give me another opportunity to play with her gorgeous body. "Yes, Nina dear. In my dream, We were naked in the jacuzzi. I was watching you with your legs wide apart and jiggling your breasts at me. I was Horny, and my cock was inches from your cunt."
"Are you saying I interrupted your sweet moment? In this case, I'd have to compensate you. We do not have a jacuzzi. Is there any other option you'd like instead?"
"In the shower is good, but it will wake your mother..."
She smiled, "Silly boy, Mom woke up much earlier. She is now in our small garden."
"OK, lady, into the shower we go."
We ran naked. The water warmed fast, and five minutes later, we were under the steamy water. We kissed gently as Nina's palm wrapped my engorged girth, aiming it at her wet entrance. She whispered, "Baby, I am hot for you. Shove it inside and show me the stairway to heaven!"
I bent slightly, penetrated her lubed pussy, and began pounding her while sucking on her nipple. We were well into our rhythm when the door opened, and Grace barged in covered in mud. She stopped in her tracks for a couple of seconds and ogled us. Then she rushed back out, mumbling, "Sorry, I didn't know you were here."
My rod started shriveling. However, Nina said, "Ryan, ignore Mom. Everything is fine. I am too aroused. Just fuck me like we planned."
"Nina, I think I lost it..."
"No, you didn't." She knelt before me and began sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. Her blowjob was excellent, and soon, my organ was ready again. Nina turned her back to me, leaned her elbows on the wall, and said, "Now fuck me hard! I want my cunt to be filled like yesterday. If you wonder how powerful you are allowed to be, the answer is simple - The sky is the limit!"
My member invaded her tight pussy, and a short time later, I was drilling her pussy savagely. Her wild screams were deafening, but I couldn't care less. I continued pounding her naked body for ten minutes. My climax kept building, and eventually, I ejaculated inside her vagina. My organ deflated soon after. I saw my spunk trickling down on her thigh.
Nina's lifeless body rested against the wall for another moment or so. I stood behind her, massaged her back lightly, and kissed her neck. She quivered. I placed my palms on her tits and gently tweaked them. I barely heard her whisper, "Ryan, you were an animal. It was awesome, but if you do not stop arousing me right this minute, you'll have to fuck me again..."
I laughed and soaped her body. Then we showered again, and I rinsed the soap from her body. We dried ourselves and opened the door naked, assuming Grace went back to the garden. However, she sat on the couch in the living room and watched TV. As we came out, she saw our naked bodies and gasped. She mumbled, "Children, both of you look very good naked, but I still think wearing clothes is a good idea..."
Nina and I ran to her room, embarrassed. Nina yelled through the door, "Sorry, Mom, we thought you were outside."
I heard Grace say, "Obviously...".
We dressed and exited to the living room. Grace gave us an inquiring look, "Next time you plan to do it in the shower, let me know in advance. I need to prepare myself mentally for the... live show."
Nina hugged her mother, "I am really sorry, Mom, it was my fault."
Grace smiled and returned the hug, "No need to apologize. Just think about the effect of exposed young, shapely bodies on my brain. Nina, unlike you, MY body hasn't felt a man's touch in ages!"
I felt terrible for Grace, and said, "Girls, would you like to go to dinner and a movie tonight?"
Grace's choice for dinner was Italian food. Nina and I agreed wholeheartedly. I was lucky to find an empty table at a good restaurant downtown. I guess people preferred to watch the football game, or somebody canceled at the last minute.
Nina's figure was a classic model type, and whatever she wore looked good. I was surprised to see how terrific Grace looked. Her short, tight black dress complimented her curvaceous body. My eyes struggled to move from her generous cleavage... With the 3" high heels, her walk was more of a sashay than a stroll. She looked incredible!
Our table was ready when we arrived. As we were led to our table, I noticed many eyes focused on the two pretty ladies who accompanied me. It was too apparent - Male guests were jealous of me, and female guests (at least the ones who were not attracted to other women) hated my women. I giggled.
Grace and Nina sat on both my sides. Nina noticed my smile and inquired, "What was so funny?"
"I watched several men ogling you two and thought they envied me for dating two gorgeous beauties."
Nina chuckled, "Are you hinting they assumed we participated in a threesome?"
"Dear girl, man's imagination can go wild easily, especially when in the right mood."
"Well, honey, when I am horny, I'll accept almost anything to satisfy my hunger, but Mom will go into shock before taking a similar suggestion seriously..."
I watched Grace's face. She blushed but stayed quiet.
Nina and Grace took salads and different pasta dishes. I ordered Minestrone and Osso Buco. Everything tasted 'magnifico.' A bottle of Brunello di Montalcino helped digest the food and lighten the atmosphere.
With our tummies full, we drove to the movie theater. The movie Love At First Sight was expected to be a silly romance, but it was the girls' choice. I bought a large popcorn bucket and soda for everybody. I sat between my ladies and rested the bucket on my lap. Grace leaned slightly forward, and the top of her round breasts was on full display. Despite my efforts to look elsewhere, my eyes continued ogling her creamy tits, and my dick created a bulge in my pants.
Five minutes later, the theater darkened, but the film was supposed to start 20 minutes later. The girls were in a good mood and told funny anecdotes from years earlier. Each one grabbed popcorn while glancing at the screen. Initially, it worked well, but then Nina mentioned a very funny joke, and we all burst into laughter. The bucket, which was tilted by my hard cock, slipped to the floor. I waited to finish the popcorn in my palm before picking up the bucket. Next, I felt Grace's hand fumbling the front of my pants. It took her a few seconds to realize the bucket was not there, and her hand was playing with my covered prick. Her hand retreated as if bitten by a snake. She stared at my face but said nothing. I whispered in her ear, "I apologize. The bucket fell, and I was too slow to pick it up."
She whispered back, "I believe you, but it doesn't explain the hard thing I found there."
I leaned into her, hoping in the darkness she would not notice my blush, "Don't tell Nina, but I saw your impressive cleavage, and my organ got excited."
She chortled, "I noticed you and Nina have one thing on your mind - Sex... I knew the movie was a chick flick, but I thought if you didn't like it, you'd snore. It didn't cross my mind that my old body would excite you..."
"As I told you before, you are much more attractive than you give yourself credit for!"
Suddenly, Nina, whose stare was focused on the screen until now, asked me, "What is happening? What are you and Mom talking about?"
"Oh, nothing. The popcorn bucket fell, and I apologized."
I picked the bucket from the floor. Very little was still in it. I handed it to Grace, and she winked at me. For the rest of the movie, I sat obediently and ogled Grace's ample boobs only twice.
When the movie ended, the women discussed it in detail, criticizing the actors but loving the plot. I was much less interested in their opinion about the film. I walked behind them and admired the way their hips swayed. Nina was gliding while Grace was sashaying even more than before. Was it accidental? Was it on purpose, knowing my eyes explore her behind?
We drove to their house, and Nina suggested I'd stay there the night. I didn't have to go to class until 10 am the following morning, so I agreed. We entered the house, and Grace asked to shower first and go to sleep. She was out of the bathroom 40 minutes later, wrapped with a large towel. She smiled, winked, and went to her bedroom.
Nina was next, and I followed last.
When I was in bed, Nina moved in my direction. She was naked, and her body was nice and warm. She began removing my underwear while my hand massaged her tit lovingly. She sighed, "I wish my breasts were bigger. I know you like playing with them, and you'd enjoy them more if they were rounder. Like Mom's..."
"Honey, your tits are perfect the way they are. By the way, since you mentioned your mother, she looks so different than you."
Nina smirked, "If you think I was adopted, you are wrong. I look much more like members of my father's family. The parents come from Finland, and almost everybody is tall and blonde. Anyway, do you wish to talk about ancestry or have sex with me?"
"Nina, you are insatiable! I'd love to ravage your body, but this time, I think we should be quieter..."
"But once I am close to cumming, I cannot control myself."
"I have an idea. It's time for a 69."
She giggled, "Sounds like a perfect idea. But if your oral job is subpar, next time we do 70..." I laughed.
I had to be on top to ensure 'relative' quiet. I barely placed my knees on both sides of her head, and Nina's hungry mouth enveloped the mushroomed head. I continued kneeling, watching her full lips swallowing more of my penis. Her tongue squeezed it against her palate as she proceeded forward. At one point, I felt an obstacle ahead, and at that time, she began bobbing me. I leaned on her abdomen and gently licked my way from her navel down. She spread her legs for me and raised her pelvis.
This motion opened her pussy lips, and the wet pink part became exposed. I touched it lightly, causing her to moan. My tongue continued exploring her inner folds. Seconds later, my tongue started assaulting the orifice, penetrating as deep as I could. Nina gasped, and her hands pulled my face into her cunt. I tried to dig deeper, struggling to breathe. Nina's sucking accelerated, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold for long. I inserted two fingers into her snatch, and my tongue tickled her clitty. Her body stopped moving, and all her muscles contracted as she burst into a massive orgasm. Her head tried to move sideways but was locked in place by my knees. Her cry was muffled by my tumescent prick that blocked her lips. My fingers continued rubbing her vagina's anterior wall relentlessly, and I gently inserted a third finger in her ass. Her torso jerked, and she alternated blowing me harder with futile tries to scream.
With seconds to spare, I growled, "Bitch, I am about to cum now. Swallow it slut!"
A short time later, my cock ejected jet after jet of slimy spunk down her throat. Despite being in the throes of a powerful climax, she managed to swallow it all. I was impressed...
I rolled to my side, trying to catch my breath. Nina's eyes were shut, and her mouth was open, gasping for air. Her slim, sweaty body rested for a while. Minutes later, she glanced at me with a huge grin, "Honey, your oral skills are enviable. I am impressed! The amount of juice you poured into my mouth was more than I expected, but the taste was delicious. I thought it would be yucky, but it was mild and even slightly sweet. Knowing sperm fluid has healthy ingredients, we'll have to use this position more often..."
I kissed her nose, "Nina, I loved how you gave me head. You're a real pro. I also liked that, unlike before, we didn't make too much noise."
She giggled, "At a certain moment, I wasn't sure if you were fucking my mouth or trying to choke me. I tried to warn you, but no words came of my mouth."
Two weeks later, Nina suggested I move in with her. There was logic to it; Her home was much closer to my school, and I didn't have to drive back and forth so often. I talked to my parents about it, and they agreed. Of note, I didn't mention my parents before because, at 22, they treated me like an adult, and I was free to do whatever I wanted as long as I didn't flunk my studies.
The following day, I told Nina that my move was approved by my folks, but I needed to ensure Grace did not object. Nina tried to convince me I didn't have to do it, but I insisted. It's not just having a third person in her home. It was a MAN, so she had to pay attention to what she wore, and, of course, all the noise we made during our sexual activities would likely become more frequent.
The next day, I brought Grace a large box of Belgian chocolates. She chuckled, "Is it my birthday and I forgot about it, or you need something?..."
"Ma'am, Nina invited me to join her in her room. I didn't think I could do it without asking you first."
Grace grinned, "I feel you have been part of our family for some time now. You are welcome to be in her room as long as she tolerates you. Knowing you two, I expect a lot of noise, but I got used to it by now, so it's OK."
I kissed her cheek, "Grace, I am sorry we are not as quiet as I want us to be, but it's not easy to silence Nina at certain times, if you know what I mean..."
She gave me a strange look, "Sometimes I am jealous of her. Life with a loving partner is much better than being alone."
"Grace, you have everything a man can ever want in his mate. You are smart, funny, pretty, and have a fantastic body. Why don't you introduce yourself online? I bet you 1000 men would answer in the first 24 hours."
"Ryan, I appreciate your advice. It's not for me. A year after my husband died, I dated guys my friends suggested. In short, one lasted a month, and the other three months. I am not religious, but I believe in fate. If somebody worthy is destined to meet me, it will happen, and if not, well, that's life!"
Whenever Grace was home, Nina and I tried to lower the noise level during our sexual fun. However, each time she was away, we became wild animals. In a short time, we experimented with multiple positions and talked about our fantasies. Nina had multiple dreams about doing it in public places. My fantasies revolved around a threesome with another man or woman. Nina was not ready for a three-way, "How would you feel when I suck his cock? And what would you say when he fucks me? I think I'll feel safer with another woman, but doing it with somebody I do not know would feel weird... I'll tell you a secret I never told Mom: When I was 18, my best girlfriend and I got drunk one evening. She came on to me and kissed me. It felt like a nice game, and I reciprocated. Next, she removed my top and kissed my nipples. It felt good, and I played with hers. We undressed, caressed each other, and slept together naked. We woke up early and dressed up before Mom entered my room. But again, I was drunk at the time..."
"Girl, let's have a week to think about it, and then we'll discuss our fantasies again and decide which ones are worth a try."
Four days later, I was at school to study late for an important exam. At 7:00 pm, I got a phone call. It was the crying voice of Grace, "Ryan, Sorry to bother you. Can you come to the hospital?"
"What happened?"
"Nina and I went to the bar. It was too crowded, so we left after one drink. When we drove back, I was talking about a financial issue. She got distracted, and we got into a major accident. The other car crashed into her side. Nina is now in the operating room with a broken pelvis and who knows what else. I know you have an important exam soon, but I need you..."
"I'll be there in 10."
Eight minutes later, I met her. Grace's hair was disheveled, her clothes partly torn and covered with blood stains on her left side. I hugged her and led her to the nearest chair, "Grace, sit down, please. Do you want something to drink?"
"I can't sit still. I am too nervous. What if she dies during the surgery or becomes disabled? I'll never forgive myself!..."
"Grace, sit down, and I'll find somebody to tell me how she is doing." I left her on the chair, fumbling nervously with her fingers. I asked the first three hospital employees about Nina's condition. However, until the surgery was finished, no information was available.
I went back to Grace. She looked at me, begging to hear good news, so I lied, "I talked to somebody in the operating room. The surgery takes a long time because they explore everything to ensure no lesion is missed. He said she was doing much better. You don't need too much caffeine now, so I'll bring you hot tea with lemon. Do you also want something to eat?"
"I am not hungry."
"Be back in a jiffy with your tea."
An hour later, the surgeon came out of the operating room smiling, "It was a major surgery. She had a broken pelvis and left hip. Several pins keep the fractures in place. The good news is that I stopped the bleeding, and it seems major nerves were not damaged. She will need, I'd say, about 3 months in the orthopedic department and then a long time of rehabilitation, including physical therapy. Again, I am happy to announce that she'll live and likely won't suffer permanent damage, but recovery will take time and a lot of patience. She is sedated and asleep. I suggest you two go home and return in the morning."
I led shaky Grace to my car. She was silent, likely still shocked by the terrible event. Her trembling didn't stop at home.
I hugged her, "Grace, your dress is ripped and has blood stains. Blood drops are on your hand and leg, too. You need to shower. Can you do it by yourself?"
Her voice was shaky, "Ryan, I doon't thiink I caan do it. It's beetter if I goo to sleeep now."
"Grace, it's not a good idea. I'll help you."
As if hypnotized, she let me guide her to the bathroom. I slowly undressed her, checking she didn't have wounds. Except for minor bruises on her left shoulder and arm, she seemed OK. I made sure the water temperature was not too hot and helped her in. She appeared dazed and oblivious to anything I did. I held her with my left hand and soaped her with my right. It wasn't easy because she didn't help, but eventually, I finished and rinsed her off. As I was drying her, I ogled her body. Even though she had no lipstick or other 'enhancing cosmetics,' she looked fantastic. Her voluptuous body had a guitar shape that reminded me of Salma Hayek. Her breasts sagged only a little, which surprised me. I thought women in their 40s with large boobs must use significant support to prevent them from sagging too much. Her soft tummy ended in triangularly trimmed brown hair. I carried her to her bedroom, covered her with the blanket, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Good night. I'll see you in the morning."
I threw her dirty clothes in the basket, showered, and fell asleep soon after.
I woke up at 6 am, hearing steps by my door. I wore pants and opened the door. Grace was dressed and drank coffee.
"Why are you up so early?"
"I cannot stay in bed. I want to see how Nina does."
"Grace, most patients are still asleep, and in an hour, nurses will give them the morning medications. Visitation hours usually start at 11 am, so physicians can make their rounds before we arrive. If you wish, I can call the nurse and ask how Nina did during the night."
"Please do it."
It took me half an hour to get any information about Nina. The nurses were busy washing the patients, dressing them, distributing the drugs, and preparing for the doctor's rounds. The only sentence I got was, 'She is recovering. She needed pain medication at 4. Now she sleeps again.'
I hugged Grace, "Gracie, she is doing better. Let her sleep; it's good for her recovery.
Is there anything I can do for you now?"
I noticed her body shivered again. She mumbled, "No. I cannot sleep, and I am not hungry. Until I see my baby, I'll feel terrible."
We sat on the sofa. I hugged her shoulder and waited for her shiver to abate. Once it stopped, I operated the TV, "What would you want to watch?"
"I don't care. You decide."
I scrolled through the channels. The movie Casablanca just started. I began watching the old film. Initially, Grace had a blank stare, but after 15 minutes, her eyes were focused on the screen. She whispered, "I always wanted to watch Casablanca..."
After several minutes, I left her and went to freshen up. Next, I prepared sandwiches for both of us and coffee for me. The movie with the commercials lasted 2.5 hours.
It was 8:30 am. We had two hours before driving to the hospital. Grace elected to rest in her bedroom. At 10:30, her door was still closed. I opened it quietly. Grace had her eyes shut. I closed the door, returned to the living room, and waited for her to wake up.
I called my friend to update me on my missed studies and continued watching sports on TV.
Her door opened at 11:15. She smiled, "Sorry, I could not sleep last night, and I fell asleep until now."
"Grace, no apology needed. If you are ready, we can go."
Nina was hanging in a large bed. Her left arm and leg were up, tied by bandages to special devices that looked like small cranes. Her pelvis was supported by large pillows, and her body was covered with dressings. Much of her body reminded me of a mummy, except for the neck and the head, which were fully exposed.
She was awake and smiled when she saw Grace and me. Grace rushed to her, kissed her cheek, and hugged her. Nina grimaced, "Mom, please. It hurts. We can talk, but every movement is killing me."
"Sorry, honey. I won't touch you. How are you feeling this morning?"
"Like being run over by a steam roller. Everything hurts. I get a morphine shot every couple of hours. But I talked to Dr. Jenkins, and he said the surgery went well. Since I am young and without complicating factors, full recovery is expected, but returning to normal may take months."
"Nina, I am so sorry I distracted you when you were driving. I should have shut up."
"Mom, we drank alcohol before the accident, and I was not careful. I'd love to blame the accident on others, but the fact is, it was all my fault." She smirked and winked at me, "But if you still feel guilty, bring me Leonidas chocolate, and we'll be even..."
Grace's teary face lit up, "Tomorrow, I'll bring you chocolate. You are my hero!"
Nina turned to me, "Ryan, now that I am stuck here, I hope you stay with Mom. She will be too lonely without me constantly annoying her."
"Nina, I'll be happy to do it, but your mother may not want me around if you do not keep an eye on me..."
Grace grinned, "Honey, don't listen to his excuses. He'd rather leave the old grumpy broad and find a younger, more cheerful company."
Nina stared at me, "Ryan, what will it be? And if you choose to move back home, I still expect you to visit Mom at least twice a week until I am healthy!"
I laughed, "The truth is, I'd like to stay with your mother. She doesn't nag me about my hairstyle, where I put my clothes, and who my friends at school are. Did I mention she is a better cook, too?"
Grace blushed, "I don't believe you. You are just trying to be a gentleman."
I raised my hand, "Cross my heart and hope to die."
Nina grinned, "Thank you. You made my day. Unfortunately, Mom is too shy and stubborn to socialize with other people. Ryan, you have a mission. Once you finish your exams, try to take her out. Seeing the sun and being in the fresh air will keep her healthier. Otherwise, once I am done here, I'll have to care for her instead of enjoying my life with a healthy, happy mother."
We left Nina an hour later. It was time for her lunch and afternoon nap.
We drove home, and Grace looked pensive.
"Grace, is there anything on your mind?"
"I was thinking about the months Nina will be stuck in this position. It will be a torture for sure."
"I don't think she'll be in this position all the time. It's probably temporary until the bone fractures start healing."
"I also appreciated you calmed her, saying you wished to stay with me. Look, we do not have to tell her the truth. You can go back home and do whatever you want. I'll say you still reside in her room."
I lifted my fists, "Lady, are you trying to get rid of me?"
Grace chortled, "You are so cute when you pretend to be mean... Do you really want my company?"
"Didn't I tell you before the accident you are beautiful?"
"Yes, you did, but it was a meaningless compliment to your girlfriend's mother."
I sighed, "Lady, I agree with Nina. You are very stubborn and distrustful. As a punishment, I plan to take you out at least one evening a week, perhaps two!"
"Ryan, is your plan to spoil me?"
"Yes!"
In the following days, I concentrated on my upcoming exam. By Friday, I was done and had a good feeling about it. I returned home and saw Grace in the kitchen making dinner.
I came behind her, hugged her waist, and whispered, "Pretty lady, after dinner, we go out. Where would you like to go?"
"Ryan, you sat two full hours to complete the exam. Aren't you tired? You can rest, and we'll talk about going out some other time."
"Grace, I am the man of the house now, and you do what I say!"
"Young man, you are funny..."
"Listen, a friend of mine told me about a less-known club with a small band playing music every Friday night. Let's see what this is about. If you don't like it, we'll leave."
"Ryan, everybody will mock you for taking your mother to a place like that."
"Grace, how many times do I need to remind you I find you extremely attractive? And guys my age find cougars to be hot!"
She mumbled, "I remember waking up after you showered me. I was too embarrassed to talk about it."
I grinned, "So now you cannot tell me I do not know what you are hiding."
She smiled, "Shut up... I still blush when I think about it."
"I Won't mention it again if you come with me to this club. We have half an hour to prepare."
She went to the bathroom, and I changed my jeans and a tee shirt into clean blue pants and a white, ironed shirt. I watched the news and read e-mails on my computer.
Grace exited her bedroom, and again, like the last time we went out with Nina, I was mesmerized. Her short, tight red dress clung to her curves as if sewn on her body... Her well-endowed cleavage would undoubtedly attract a lot of attention! My eyes were glued to her magnificent chest.
She noticed my eyes and grinned, "The last time I wore this dress was 10 years ago. I wasn't sure I could fit in it..."
I blurted, "You fit in it all right! And I think every man in the place will stare at your tits. I wonder how many of them will end up with a heart attack. Do you know how to do CPR?"
Grace glanced at me, "Do you want me to change it to a more conservative attire?"
"Of course not! I want everybody to be jealous of me, thinking I have you. Once we are back home, I'll cry into my pillow, hating for NOT having you..."
She caressed my arm, "Ryan, you are too nice. What will I do once you leave me for a spring chicken inside the club?"
"If you promise to dance with me, you'll be my date for the evening. Deal?"
"Honey, you are so persistent. The last time I danced was many years ago. With my high heels, I'll step on your toes all the time, and you'll hate me for it. Please, reconsider."
I pretended to think it over and said, "Grace, I thought about it. If you do not dance with me, I'll complain to Nina that you jerk me around."
She laughed in my face.
The club was a small establishment. The band had three instrument players who played slow-dancing music. There were about 30 people in the room, with five couples dancing. I asked Grace what she wanted to drink, and she asked for a Mojito or another sweet cocktail if it wasn't available. I went to the bar and saw several guys staring at Grace with hungry eyes. One of the guys moved toward her and tried to talk to her. She smiled, pointed in my direction, and said something. He apologized and left. I returned with our drinks and said, "I noticed somebody tried to steal my date. Shall I beat him up?"
She sipped her Mojito and caressed my cheek, "As promised, I am yours for the evening."
"Great. Let's finish our cocktails and move to the floor."
Ten minutes passed, and our glasses were empty. I signaled the barman to fill them and pulled Grace to the dance floor. In the first song, I hugged her waist, and she held my shoulders. In the second dance, she smiled at me and whispered, "This is ridiculous." She came closer and leaned her head on my chest. Her chest pushed against my body, waking my pecker. Her perfume and the sight of her fantastic upper tits were a lethal combination. My prick continued hardening between us, and soon, I knew there was no way Grace wouldn't feel it. We continued dancing, and I waited for her reaction to my growing member.
I saw her eyes closed and a little smile. I barely heard her, "Ryan, You really find me sexy. Don't you?"
I whispered, "Grace, you have no idea how sexy you are. But now you know it's not just a compliment..."
She giggled. She kept her body leaning on mine as my pole reached maximal length.
Grace gazed at me, "It extended already all the way to my chin..."
I lifted her chin gently and kissed her lips softly.
She kept staring at my eyes. I kissed her again. She didn't respond, and seconds later, she lowered her eyes. She said, "Ryan, let's go back and finish our drinks."
We sat on both sides of our table and didn't talk. Now and then, we peeked at each other.
When we finished, Grace said she was tired and suggested to return home. On the way to the car, she held my hand. I opened her door, and she glided in, showing her shapely thighs as well as her tits almost to her nipples.
We kept silent during the drive, occasionally meeting each other's eyes and smiling.
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