The Handy Man
written by:
Thesandman

The Handy Man.

Everyone has one of those days I guess, even one of those weeks. But I had been going through one of those years.

I was recently divorced, and had been forced to move into a much smaller duplex unit. I was still paying Alimony at the time, and had been laid off from work, so finances were tight enough as it was. I'd been doing a few odd jobs as a handy man when I could as well as some gardening for a few loyal customers just to get by. In addition to that, I wrote stories in my spare time, and had done well enough with those that I'd managed to supplement my income just enough to make it worthwhile to continue writing whenever I could.

So it was that I'd been looking for a new place to live, something I could afford without digging myself in debt any deeper than I already was. I soon after found an ad in the paper advertising one-half of a duplex that was available for rent, which included lawn care and general maintenance as part of the rent, which suited me just fine as that would save me an additional expense, the only drawback being that there was no air-conditioning, unless you could classify a constantly open kitchen window as having "air" as I jokingly called it.

At forty-five years of age I wasn't in bad shape, though the past couple of years had taken a toll on me. I could see flakes of gray beginning to sprinkle my dark hair, though not enough to get too excited or worried about it, not like I was dating or anything, because I wasn't. Couldn't afford to on the one hand, and didn't really want to on the other. And though I didn't exactly have a "gut" yet, I'd noticed a bit of a paunch that I hadn't had before and made a mental note to do something about it long before I did.

What this all added up to however, in conjunction with my recent divorce, was a sudden fit of depression and anxiety about my "date-ability" as a recently eligible man. It had been so long since I'd been single, let alone dated, that I felt out of practice and a little inhibited around women, not that I was inhibited mine you, I wasn't, but it had been so long since I'd even been with another woman that it was driving me crazy!

I had no idea what crazy could really be like until crazy stood in my doorway looking at me in the form of a way too sexy, way too young woman named Karen, my land-lady's nineteen year old daughter.

As I had been humping in boxes full of my things, I had left the front door of my duplex propped open. I turned around from having set down one of these, and that's when I saw Karen. She stood in the doorway resting against the doorframe, hands behind her back, and one leg bent at the knee, with her foot propped up resting against the frame. The way she was standing, she looked like she was posing for the front cover of one of those 'The Girl Next Door' magazines or something, which it just so happened I had written a few articles for, which is why she reminded me of that.

I had to admit, Karen was beautiful. But it wasn't just her long dark hair, or the beautiful deep alluring brown eyes and gorgeous features of her face that I took in initially, it was because she was wearing the shortest pair of cut off Levi's I had ever seen. Added to this was the tied in front man's long-sleeved shirt she was wearing that revealed a substantial amount of tight-taut tummy muscles, and tit's that were honestly beyond description. She was wearing the shirt unbuttoned revealing a great deal of cleavage, which did little in concealing the soft perfect twin mounds of braless flesh that were very nearly spilling out of her shirt as she stood there leaning against the door.

I could only stand there staring at her. Seeing this vision of femininity standing in my doorway was breathtaking to say the least. I thought for a moment that maybe I was dreaming, and that if I said or did anything, this luscious apparition was likely to dissolve and disappear.

"Hi Neighbor! " She said, the sound of her voice like naked flesh slipping between the sheets as she spoke. "Mother told me we had a new renter, so I thought I'd drop by and see if you needed any help moving in."

I immediately noticed she was chewing gum. And because she was, she tended to speak slowly, like she was deliberately slowing her words in an effort to continue chewing, though it still sounded like she was having sex even as she spoke.

I could have listened to her all day. Her voice was so sultry, so excitingly sensual that I would have thought her a much more mature sounding woman. That, and what I was obviously looking at was a beautifully attractive woman, but she was young too. Way too beautiful, and way too young for me.

"Ah no. I think that pretty much just about does it," I said, looking around the room as though I was taking inventory of everything I'd already carried in. Though the only real inventory I'd been taking had been her! "Though I appreciate the offer," I added smiling.

Karen smiled, pushing herself forward away from the door, her magnificent breasts leading the way as she did so. "Too-da-loo's", I heard her say. "Catch ya later then!"

"Too-da-loo's," I responded back into the empty space that had only moments ago contained her apparition, feeling much like a teenage idiot as I did so, and then realized almost as quickly I hadn't even introduced myself.

#

As my duplex was a split-entry, it naturally had an upstairs bedroom area.

I had finished hauling the rest of my belongings upstairs to my room. Dripping with sweat, I went over to the window to try and catch some air, any air with even a mild breeze to it would have felt good under the circumstances, and thus stood there looking down into the yard.

And there she was, sunbathing in one of those cheap plastic folding lounge chairs, the kind that had those criss-crossing strips of plastic all woven together. She had changed out of her "Would you like to fuck me," clothes, into her "Yes...I definitely want to fuck you bikini," which was bright red, giving her an even more sultry look with that thick mane of dark hair that fell well down past her shoulders as she lay there. She had on a dark pair of sunglasses and appeared to be flipping through a magazine, which I only then glanced at. Even at this distance I could see several photos of what looked like men and women together, all naked of course, though I certainly couldn't tell what they were doing at this distance, it was enough knowing what they were.

"Damn!" I thought to myself, wondering why she'd be looking at one of those magazines in the first place, though obviously she was, and seemed to be enjoying it as she did so, which she confirmed moments later.

I was about to turn and walk away from the window, starting to feel very much like the 'Peeping Tom' I now was, when her sudden movement froze me in place.

She reached behind herself, the clasp of the bikini top coming away in her hand like she'd performed some sort of sleight of hand trick, with the next thing I knew, her top being pulled away and off of her, her full firm breasts now clearly revealed, hanging down beneath her invitingly so, too invitingly so as the sudden lurch of my cock reminded me. I expected her to lie back down concealing her breasts, but she didn't. What she did was, was to roll over instead!

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, startling myself, and realized as I did so that my bedroom window was open. I stepped back into the room out of sight of the window, my heart beating wildly as I wondered if she had somehow managed to hear me, though at the distance from my window to the yard, I hoped not. Still...

I counted to five, slowly...then took small little baby-steps back towards the window until I could just barely see down into the yard, by now she had surprised me again, though I was half-grateful I hadn't been standing there to see it, as by now she was entirely naked having taken off the bikini bottoms as well, which now hung playfully over one corner of the lounge chair she was laying on, her top dangling provocatively over the other one.

I had only gotten an imaginary glimpse of them earlier in the doorway, my mind already picturing the way they must have looked. I wasn't too far off the mark either! It was obvious that Karen's breasts were fairly large sized from what I'd seen earlier, but they seemed to be even more so as she now lay on her back with each of them fully exposed. And though they flattened out somewhat as she lay there, it was obvious by the way they did with each one still fully rounded and pointing towards the sky that she had incredibly full breasts. Her nipples were a dark tan, which is pretty much the way I'd envisioned them to be, though her areolas were a lot larger than I'd pictured them, giving each of her breasts a look as though someone had placed small dollar-sized pancake over each one.

In addition to that of course, her long sensuous legs seemed to stretch out forever, a small thin black strip of hair perfectly trimmed seemed to point downwards between her legs like a signal beacon, even more so as she suddenly bent her legs at the knee bringing the back of her lounge chair up into a half sitting position. Once again picking up the magazine, she began looking through it, though in doing so, effectively hiding her breasts from my view, though I didn't mind as she now sat there facing me, legs even more obscenely spread with the pinkness of her pussy winking at me which even from this distance was clearly evident.

Had I known where my binoculars were packed, I'd have been tempted to retrieve them for a closer look. And it was that very thought that reminded me that what I was doing was wrong...somehow, and that I shouldn't be standing there gawking at her the way I was, especially with a raging hard on, which I now had.

But it was like trying to pull two pieces of glued paper apart, it was damn near impossible for me to tear myself away from the window as I continued to catch periodic glimpses of her magnificent breasts as she thumbed back and forth between the dirty magazine she was reading, occasionally placing it off to the side in order to take a drink from her iced tea, or when she would raise or lower her legs, teasing me with the glimpses of that pink tender pussy flesh sitting between her legs.

I don't know why I didn't consider this, with Karen sitting in her chair actually facing me from below. Perhaps it was the dark sunglasses she was wearing that did it, but I realized that it might be very possible for her to look up and discover me standing there, if she hadn't already! Once again I decided to back away from the window, when catching the movement of her hand as it suddenly fell down between her legs, likewise the magazine she'd been holding tossed casually off to one side. Once again frozen in place, I saw her hand, and fingers begin petting herself, languidly stroking her sex obviously beginning to masturbate!

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, once again forgetting about the open window, though unlike before, I continued to stand there gazing down at her, it was simply too tempting, and too horny not too! Karen was obviously now playing with herself, her fingers worming around inside her split, one hand now cupping a breast as she held it, toyed with it, and periodically pinched or pulled her hard extended nipples between her fingers. I felt a surge of goose bumps suddenly race up and down my arms as though someone was standing behind me, so much so that I actually turned half expecting to see Pauline standing there when I did, "Alright asshole, get your shit together and move out of here!" I imagined her saying having caught me spying on her daughter, cock in hand, which it now was.

"Stupid fool!" I said to myself, though relieved that Pauline hadn't been standing there when I'd turned around. I was now more determined than ever to walk away from the window, just as Karen stood. She had obviously heard something, and I fully expected to see her sprint from the chair back inside the house, she didn't though, though she appeared to be waiting for something, or for someone, which as it turned out happened to be Pauline as she emerged a few moments later from around the side of the house carrying two large overfull grocery bags. Karen quickly retrieved one of them from her mother, who said nothing, nor made any comment about Karen's nudity, so obviously it wasn't something too upsetting, and no doubt something she was fully aware of as she handed her daughter one of the sacks and then began leading her back inside the house.

Pauline disappeared inside with Karen behind her, turning, the bag of groceries cradled in one arm as she extended her hand. I thought for a moment she was reaching out to close the door, which she did, but not before giving me a brief friendly little wave first, looking up in my direction before stepping inside a moment later disappearing from view.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed once again, finding myself stumbling backwards hitting the edge of the bed which caused me to sit down, collapsing upon it, my cock already trying to find a place to hide as it withered away back inside my pants as though seeking escape. "Had she seen me?" I wondered, "Or had she only been guessing I was there?" I had no way of really knowing one way or the other, but at least I was aware of the fact that at that angle, and with the window certainly being high enough, there was no way she could have seen me standing there with my dick out, at least that much I was certain of. But it was still bad enough as it was.

I don't know how long I sat there on the edge of the bed before I finally screwed up enough courage to go back downstairs, but I almost wished that I hadn't. I was heading towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing a beer from the fridge in an effort to calm my nerves when I looked up just in time to see Pauline standing at my back door, just getting ready to knock. She had two beers in her hand, which she now held up showing me, smiling as she did and as I entered the room.

"Ah, Hi!" I said somewhat surprised to see her standing there.

"Hi!" she responded back, care if I come in?"

"Ah no...not at all," I responded, quickly looking down at my crotch to make sure there wasn't any evidence remaining there to give me away, like a wet spot for one, or a too noticeable bulge for another, though by now my prick had all but turned inside out with the fear of having been discovered.

"Just got back from grocery shopping," she told me. "Thought you might like to take a little break from moving in and enjoy a nice cold beer, especially as hot as it is," she added holding one of the beers out towards me with one hand, and placing the other cold beer against her face with the other. "Too fucking hot!"

"Yes, yes it is," I agreed accepting the beer. "And I'll see what I can do about getting that swamp cooler fixed as soon as possible," I said, reminding her that I had remembered to do something about it as soon as I'd moved in.

"I think we'll all appreciate that," she said nodding her head, "it will certainly be nice having someone handy around the place to do things like that for us again, both Karen and I have missed having someone who could take care of things for us," she told me.

Maybe it was my over active imagination running wild at the moment, but I detected a hint of something else in her tone of voice as she said that. Even the bemused smile on her face said she'd meant something else entirely, as she now trickled a small dollop of the ice-cold beer down the front of her blouse between her breasts as she stood there.

"Not exactly a waste of good beer," she said grinning. "Feels wonderful actually, especially in this heat! Half tempted to run around the house the way that Karen does, but would be afraid of offending the neighbors if I did. I'm sure most of them don't mind seeing her running around like that, but not sure they'd appreciate it as much if I were to do it!"

There was only one other neighbor that I could think of that might be able to see into the backyard, but he'd have to be standing on a ladder or something in order to do so, or purposely peeking through the fence as there weren't any upstairs windows facing into the backyard as I recalled.

"No offence here," I told her. "And besides, it's your place anyway, you can do whatever the hell you want to as far as I'm concerned." Pauline smiled at that, taking a sip of her drink before crossing over to sit down at the kitchen table. "May I?" she asked.

"Be my guest," I said taking a seat across from her, sitting down myself then taking a nice long pull from the bottle.

"I know you've probably still got a lot to do yet, but wanted to come over and invite you to dinner later, thought you might like that since then you wouldn't have to worry about going out to the store, or fixing anything," she added. "Actually, I was just going to order a pizza," I told her honestly.

"You like Italian?" She asked, "I know that pizza's sort of Italian, but I'm talking some home-made Ravioli and sauce that I put up and bottled for it earlier. So, how'd you like to come over for dinner later?"

The thought of that sounded wonderful. It had been a long time since I'd actually had a good home-cooked meal. "Sounds great! You drink wine?"

"Already picked some up, but you can bring some for next time if you'd like, next time you go shopping. So no...just bring yourself. Oh, and since it's so hot outside, I thought we'd just set up the patio table and eat out there, say around seven-thirty, eight?"

"Sounds good!"

"Great! Oh, and I'll make sure Karen puts something on, hate to embarrass you or the neighbors with her running around naked most of the time, unless you'd prefer that," she winked suddenly standing.

My mouth had gone dry however, and words failed me, so I merely smiled with a confused expression on my face I am sure, not quite knowing how to take her last comment. Was she indeed aware that I'd been looking at her daughter while she'd been laying out? Had Karen told her I had? Or was she like Karen just guessing I had been? Either way, it didn't make any difference as I stood watching Pauline cross the yard back to their side of the duplex without looking back and seeing the expression on my face as I stood there.

#

She might just as well have been naked for all the good her red bikini did, which is what she'd obviously put back on again and was now wearing, though Pauline wasn't wearing much more than that either, though she looked damn good in her own right, in a tight fitting pair of tennis shorts along with a light blue halter top that barely covered her own goodly-sized breasts. "Hope you're hungry Matt," Pauline told me as the two of them carried out what looked like to be a feast the way I saw it. Two feasts actually, one of food, and one of flesh, each one I was half-starved for sampling, though I cautioned myself against doing so.

"You look hot," Karen said sitting down. "Go ahead, unbutton your shirt if you'd like to," she told me, "or even take it off if you'd prefer, we're not exactly being formal here you know."

I was wearing a loose-fitting Hawaiian shirt, which was about the coolest as well as cleanest thing that I owned at the moment. "Thanks," I said unbuttoning it at least, though I wasn't about to take it off either. Though I was again half expecting Karen to remove hers as I sat there thinking about it, and then as though Pauline had been reading my mind, she commented herself.

"It was all I could do to get Karen to put her bikini back on," she said laughing, "told her until we'd at least gotten to know one another a little better, might be a bit more polite before we start lounging around in the nude in front of one another."

I kept my eyes focused on the dish of Ravioli's as I spooned some onto my plate, giving me the excuse of not looking at them as I responded to her last statement. I still wasn't sure if the two of them were bull-shitting me half the time or not. "Well like I said, it's your place and as far as I'm concerned, what you do in the privacy of your own home, inside or out is your business and not anybody else's!"

"Now I see why you decided to rent to him over anyone else mother," Karen said grinning.

"Only because I know you dear," Pauline told her daughter. "The last thing we need is for someone to turn us in for being lewd and obscene."

Once again Karen laughed, looking up into my eyes as she took the bowl of green salad from me. "I'm the one who's lewd, she's the obscene one," Karen teased.

"Well if that's the case, I wonder what that makes me?" I said trying to sound glib before I realized what I'd just said, or opened myself up to when saying it.

"Why, that would make you the friendly next-door pervert would be my guess," Karen grinned broadly looking over at her mother, catching her smiling too as she said it. "Wouldn't you mother?" she asked.

"I guess that depends on if he owns a pair of binoculars," Pauline quipped glancing towards me, then burst out laughing as she saw the shocked expression on my face. "I guess he does! She added laughing hysterically.

Somehow we managed to make it through dinner along with two bottles of wine without things getting much worse, though we were all feeling a little tipsy at the moment, though it was a nice relaxing tipsy and I had begun to feel really comfortable around the two women, even as skimpily dressed as they both were.

I had helped to take in the last of the dishes before getting shooed back outside to sit as Pauline began washing them, telling Karen to keep me company for a while until she had finished.

"What is it that you do for a living anyway?" Karen asked, "Besides just being a handyman I mean.

"Oh, I write some, or at least I try too," I commented glibly.

"Oh? Anything I might have read?"

My attention was immediately drawn back to the magazine she'd been flipping through earlier, though I didn't allow myself to go there. "I doubt it. I write articles for men's magazines, you know short fictional stories and the like."

"You mean like the ones you read in Playboy or Penthouse magazine? Those kinds of stories?" Obviously she knew what kinds of stories I was referring to, she was nineteen after all, and even some of the models I'd seen appearing in some of them were a year younger than she was too.

"Yea, those kind of articles," I emphasized with a bit of a sheepish acknowledgement etched in my tone of voice.

"Do you write from experience? Or just fantasy?" she asked genuinely interested now.

"Mostly from just a very active imagination," I told her honestly, "believe it or not, I'm not all that experienced."

She seemed to be thinking about this for a moment, and then caught me off guard entirely. "Do you think I look good enough to pose for one of those magazines?" She asked.

"Well uh sure...yeah sure you do, but why would you want to?" I found myself saying, not even sure why I had.

"I like being looked at," she answered simply. "It arouses me, arouses me to think that maybe someone's getting aroused looking at me, weren't you?"

She had said it, if there had been any doubt or uncertainty whatsoever, there wasn't now, and I couldn't think up a single thing that wouldn't sound idiotic in trying to deny it either.

"Sure I was," I admitted, seeing the smile of confirmation spread across her face when I did so. "You're a beautiful young woman," I added, "who isn't afraid to show off her sexuality, or sensuality for that matter either."

"So you think I'm sensual?" she asked, her voice once again taking on that purring sexual sound that reminded me a little of Marilyn Monroe when she spoke.

"Very," I said admitting it. "And you're obviously not too afraid in showing it either," I further admitted, though I knew in doing so it was the wine that was doing all the talking at the moment, not to mention the all too familiar stirring in my pants as I recalled her exhibionistic little scene outside on the patio earlier in the day.

She giggled, once again sounding more like herself. "I enjoy doing that," she told me glibly. "Even have a couple of 'guy-friends' who I enjoy doing that for, and enjoy them doing it for me too, she confessed.

"Guy friends?" I had to ask, maybe it was the new way of saying 'boy-friends' or something, I'd been out of the loop for so long, it wouldn't have surprised me.

"Yeah guy friends, no boyfriend at the moment," she said frowning for the first time I'd ever seen her do so. "Greg and I broke up a few months ago, he's the only boy I've ever really considered to be a true boyfriend."

"Oh? What happened?"

She laughed, "If I told you you'd never believe me, especially under the circumstances," she said peaking my interest even more. "Try me."

"Because he wanted to fuck me," she said frankly and boldly. "And I wasn't ready to do that with him yet," she added. "I've been saving it for just the right man, and I knew he wasn't it."

"You're a..."

"Virgin?" she finished for me. "Yes, I am...well technically anyway."

"Technically?" I said once again now more confused than ever, especially the way this conversation was suddenly going.

"Technically because I've never had a man's prick inside me before," she said still grinning at me. "But once I discovered mother's vibrator and what it felt like, I sort of took care of the other little problem myself, which to be honest with you, I'm glad that I did so there won't be any of that awkwardness when I finally do decide to have sex with a man." She must have seen the look on my face, and the hundred or so questions that went with it. "Oh, I'm certainly not naive when it comes to everything else," she told me, "I've done plenty of that, and been told I'm pretty good at it too...just not intercourse...yet!" she added with a mischievously wicked gleam in her eye.

And now I sat there with yet another image bouncing around inside my head...Pauline using a vibrator on herself, which is coincidentally, when she suddenly came back outside to rejoin us.

"Hey sweetie, it's getting late," Pauline said as she sat down, "You'd best think about getting dressed and ready for work."

"Work?" I said glancing at my watch, it was nearing ten-thirty by this time.

"Yeah, work," Karen moaned grumpily. "I have the late shift this week," she added, but next week, I'm on days again, which I prefer, but at least I only have this shift once every two months or so," she added. "But...better get my ass in gear, can't afford to be late either!" And with that Karen headed off back towards the house.

"Oh and Karen?"

"Yes mother?" Karen turned though continuing to walk.

"Don't forget to wear some panties this time either, you can't afford to get written up again like you did last week for forgetting to put them on."

Karen giggled and then sprinted into the house. Once again the expression on my face must have said it all.

"Long story," she said with a bemused expression on her face.

"I'm all ears," I said seriously.

"Well, if you don't know already, though I'm willing to bet you already do, Karen is a bit of an exhibitionist, and not like I'm not one myself either...like mother like daughter as they say. But she really is in ways I would never have imagined."

"Yeah I've kind of noticed that," I said candidly.

"Thought you might have," Pauline laughed. "Anyway, she enjoys getting herself off in front of a couple of friends of hers, and they of course enjoy seeing her do that. Harmless fun when you think about it," Pauline told me, which I had to admit as I sat there listening to her, surprised me to some degree, as open-minded an uninhibited about it as they both obviously were. "Sometimes when Steve or Jerry picks her up for work, she'll get herself off in the car when they take her, as she likes to have a nice orgasm or two before working, says it helps to relax her and get her through the shift. Needless to say, the guy's love it that she does, and love watching her, which they also do for her according to what she's told me. And that's it...nothing else beyond that because as she puts it, they're "just friends" and she enjoys having a bit of "just friends" naughty fun with them."

"Ok, I follow you so far...but what does this have to do with her getting in trouble for not wearing panties to work?" I had to ask.

"Just that," Pauline laughed once again. "Last week, she'd taken them off on the way to work, and forgot and left them in the car. I guess that when she'd bent over to pick something up she'd dropped, she'd forgotten she hadn't put them back on, and one of the other women who she works with complained about it."

"Ah, no wonder. I'm sure had it have been a guy that none of them would have."

"No, probably not, but unfortunately there's a lot more women than men who work there, and you know how women can get when they feel like they're in competition with one another, particularly this one gal who has a thing for one of Karen's guy-friends, though he doesn't care for this other woman whatsoever. So naturally, Stacy would love to see Karen fired if she had anything to do with it."

"Good thing you reminded her about the panties then," I snickered finding this whole conversation wildly bizarre though certainly entertaining.

"More wine?" Pauline asked.

"No...thank you," I told her. "I'm about to burst as it is anyway."

"I know the feeling!" Pauline told me The fact that my bathroom was upstairs also told me that if I needed to go in, maybe it was time to call it a night anyway. "Listen, I really do need to pee, so maybe we should call it a night..."

"Oh for hells sake Matt, just go pee over there," she pointed towards a dark corner of the yard. Unless you really are tired of my company," she added.

"Well, ok..." I said standing up, figuring if she didn't care, I certainly wouldn't, which is when she stood up too.

"Mind if I join you?"

Her comment took me by surprise, but I shook my head no. "Like I said earlier, your place, your yard..."

I soon found a spot where it didn't look like I would kill anything, and unzipped myself to pee, just as Pauline pulled down her shorts and panties and squatted next to me doing the same. I was a bit pee-shy for a moment, though hearing her helped, though she finished long before I did, standing up, spreading her legs to 'drip-dry' for a moment while watching me.

"Mind if I shake it off for you?" she asked. Maybe I was just drunk enough that the notion didn't take me too much by surprise, or perhaps I was already getting used to the idea that these two weren't your average typical next-door neighbors or something.

"You know what they say don't you?" I asked.

"No...what?"

"Shake it more than once or twice, you're playing with it."

Pauline had already shaken it twice, and then she did so again. "Guess I'm playing with it now," she told me.

"Yes, I guess you are," I responded in more than one way.

Pauline then led me back over to one of the lounge chairs, though she now unbuckled the belt on my shorts, pulling them down along with my boxers. I finished removing my sandals as well as my shirt, watching as she finished undressing too until we both stood entirely naked in front of one another.

"No fucking fair!" Karen suddenly blurted from behind us as she came out dressed and ready for work. "You two are about to play, and I can't even be here to watch!" she tossed out, which once again, caught me off guard.

"Perhaps next time honey," Pauline told her. "Now...you'd better get your ass in gear, I just heard Steve's car pull up outside in front," she added.

Tossing us both a pout, she then turned it into a naughty smile as she headed off around the side of the house. "I expect details in the morning!" she said as she disappeared.

I just stood there shaking my head. "Should we take notes?" I asked half seriously.

Pauline laughed, "No...but maybe I should dig out the video camera, she'd probably like that." "Yeah...bet she would too!" I thought without saying it.

Pauline sat herself down on the lounge chair, still holding my rapidly hardening cock within her hand, which she examined and toyed with while it grew, familiarizing herself with it, which I found to be refreshingly exciting as she just didn't sit there pumping away on it as many women had. She actually did touch and caress it in a totally new way as my own hands reached down and began fondling her well-rounded wonderfully mature breasts.

"Hmm," Pauline purred as I stood there thumbing her nipples. "It's been a while since anyone's played with them," she told me. "Feels nice." "Me too," I admitted. "And yes...it does."

I soon felt her hand place my prick against her breast as she began teasing her nipples with it, rubbing the head of my cock back and forth across them, tapping the hard capped nubbins, slapping them happily as they grew even harder and stiffer. Pauline didn't have quite as large of breasts as Karen did, her areola considerably smaller, pinker in color, but her nipples were incredibly thick and stood immeasurably long which allowed my fingers to hold and tweak them easily as I stood there. I felt her tongue begin to slide around the tip of my prick, tongue-fucking the tiny eye-slit, lavishing soft nipping little sucks on the now super sensitized ridge of my prick-tip.

"Fuck that feels good!" I moaned pleasurably, feeling my knees already beginning to weaken. Pauline then pulled me down onto the lounge chair with her, stretching out behind her.

"Fuck me," she half whispered. "Put that nice hard cock inside and fuck me!" she near pleaded with me now.

Even then she tickled herself with it for a while first, handling my prick, rubbing it slowly up and down the wet slick groove of her sex, the sounds of our combined lubrications making the act even more erotic, sticky hot squishy noises as she became wetter and wetter with each passing moment.

I felt her press the head just inside then, lifting her leg slightly to better accommodate my entry. I pushed, felt the head of my prick bury inside her, heard her catch of breath, followed by a deep pleasured sigh as my hands once again found her breasts, kneading and caressing them as I slowly began to move in and out of her, her soft fleshy ass pressing back against me, meeting each slow delicate thrust with renewed excitement and anticipation.

"Don't cum in me, I want to suck you off," she told me. "But fuck me now, fuck me forever if you can," she groaned deeply once again as I hilted myself fully inside her, spearing her cunt, impaling her for a moment and laying there, letting her feel the hot deep throb of my prick as it danced inside her.

We indeed lay there, slow-fucking for what did seem like an eternity, until her undulations became almost frantic, my fingers now twiddling her clitoris, capturing and teasing it, pulling on it and rolling it as my dick continued to slide in and out of her at an almost frustratingly slow pace.

Her breath quickened then, her body shuddered involuntarily as she began thrusting herself faster and faster against me, urging me on, spearing her deeper and deeper with each lunge, each plunge of my prick into what had become a virtual pool of liquefied delight. I could sense the trickle of her cream bathing my prick, dropping down to cover my balls before rolling on down to my upper thigh.

"Fuck you're sloppy wet!" I marveled in rapturous pleasure.

"And...you're...fucking...hard!" she squealed in delight, her single worded sentence spoken with each continued plunge of my prick into her depths.

"And...I'm...going...to...cum!" she screamed a second after that.

I was on the verge myself, but somehow fought off the desire to fill her pussy with my spunk. I drove forward one last time as her legs virtually clamped together, imprisoning me deeply inside, the sudden eruption of her orgasm, the tickle of an almost light misty spray that suddenly emerged from around the opening of her pussy, the force of her pleasure exploding, showering my balls and stomach with even more of her silky soft treasure.

Dogs barked in the distance. Her cry of delight filling the night air, the warmth of her spending coating us both now, hardly ebbing in its flow.

"Fuck, I'm going to shoot," I sighed warning her. Pauline uncounted me in a heartbeat, flipping herself around on the lounge chair, once again taking my cock in hand, mouthing it, sucking the head with lips that became vice-like, drawing me out.

It had been a very long time since I'd felt that, felt the joy of release and pleasure that was so magnificently intense as she slow-stroked my prick, each ejaculation seemingly stronger and harder than the last, her mouth filling with my semen, though she didn't swallow, milking my prick until the last drop had been pulled from my inner core.

Only then did she sit back, her mouth open, my cream drooling, and then dripping decadently from her lips down upon her exposed breasts. I sat, watching in abject fascination as she purposely placed my rich creamy nectar upon her tits, covering each with an equal amount of cream until she had spit as much of it as her mouth had contained upon herself, and then began rubbing it into her breasts like lotion.

"Rich with vitamin E," she grinned wickedly. "Good for the skin, and feels wonderful on my tits."

Together we lay there, massaging in the sweet cream of my spending until it had completely soaked into her flesh.

"That...was amazing!" she said long afterwards. "Wait until Karen hears about this! She'll be wild with jealous desire for you!" she exclaimed.

"You're really going to tell her about this?" Still finding this openness between mother and daughter a bit unnerving, yet highly arousing at the same time.

"Of course I am," Pauline told me. "We've never kept any secrets from one another...ever. And I know that she's looking forward to actually fucking someone for the first time too. And I'm pretty sure I know who that someone's going to be!"

#

Exhausted, I had slept past ten, already later in the day than I would have liked with two yards to mow and trim today, including the property I shared with Pauline and Karen.

I slipped out of bed into the shower, emerging a short while later feeling refreshed and alert once again, that alertness signaling the strong smell of freshly brewed coffee downstairs. "What the hell?" I asked myself, wrapping a towel around my torso and heading downstairs to the kitchen.

I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised really, and though I didn't recall actually locking my back door, it wouldn't have mattered as I knew my landlady kept a spare key for me anyway, but as I entered the kitchen, following the delicious aroma that had tickled my senses, I stopped dead in my tracks upon entering the room. There sat Karen, entirely nude, tickling herself with something else all the while smiling up at me as I entered.

"Banana?" she asked pulling it from her pussy holding it up towards me. "Or don't you like eating banana's?" she asked.

I couldn't help it; already my prick had begun to lengthen just standing there looking down at her.

"What I like to eat...is pussy!" I said lustfully, letting my towel drop revealing my hard firm erection. Karen giggled looking at me, at it as it bobbed up and down of its own accord.

"I was sort of hoping you'd say that," she said tossing the now very bruised banana onto the table, and then adding, "Mother's already told me about last night...and I am SO fucking horny I can't even see straight. So, come over here and eat your breakfast!" she smiled once again, spreading her legs apart even wider as she did so.

#

Karen's pussy was the sweetest thing I honestly, had ever tasted.

Even as I think about it now, it was a weird comparison to have made. But licking and nipping at her cunt reminded me of eating a freshly baked, hot honey buttered scone. And I couldn't get enough of it.

Per my suggestion, Karen scooted up onto the table, her legs just dangling over the edge as I took one of the chairs placing it in front of her, the towel I'd used to wrap around myself, now serving as a make-shift pillow for her head as she became the centerpiece on my kitchen table as I prepared for what I knew would be some very fine dining.

"Play with me, drive me nuts...the way you drove mother nuts last night!" she demanded hotly. I had every intention of doing just that!

Karen's lips were tight, pink and full! Spreading them with my thumbs, I ran each up and then down her tender puffy lips, listening to the delight of her pleasured sighs as I did so. It was fascinating, watching her hard little clit emerge from its tiny protective cocoon already glistening with desire as I spread her even further, caressing each side of her tender nubbin with my thumbs, gently pinching, holding it between them before backing off, once again running them fully down the depths of her glistening plumb. Placing both thumbs together, I eased them equally, gently inside, basking in her heat, her moisture, withdrawing them, now sticky coated with her essence which I then reached up, applying it to her nipples, smearing them with her own juices and flicking gently at her hard erect nipples before repeating the process.

"Fuck! You really are driving me nuts!" she cooed as she shuddered beneath me, my fingers once again exploring her depths, my tongue only then the lightest of touches upon her extended clit.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned once again as my tongue now lapped softly, tenderly upon the tiny little girl prick that poked playfully upwards, extending itself as though seeking an even firmer lap of my tongue.

"Suck it, please suck it!" she begged me.

One hand now caressing her breast, her nipple a sensation of delight as my fingers pulled upwards upon it in perfect harmony with my lips as they surrounded her tiny clit doing the same. An additional finger probing her depths, stealing the moisture inside which I used to then coat and cover her neglected nipple with, feeling her lubrications as they softened her hard nipples, my tongue dancing happily, excitedly up and down her clit, then slithering like a snake downwards between her lips, probing her cunt before traveling upwards once again to where her clit waited anxiously, expectantly for my tongue.

"Oh my God! My God!" Karen squealed, now undulating herself on the table, hands gripping the edge of it, holding on, though she humped upwards against me now in a feverish desire to fuck my face into oblivion. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"

I had no intention of doing so, though I slowed her pleasures, torturing her even further as I merely wrapped my lips about her sweet clit, holding it there, gently sucking as though nursing at her breast.

"Oh you fucker you!" she cried out, hovering, dangling on the edge of bliss, my tongue slowly increasing the tempo, flicking her clit as fingers once again began to pinch, judging the amount of pleasured pain she could tolerate as I once again tweaked them, pulled them in conjunction with my lips now fervently sucking her clitoris.

Karen's orgasm was upon her before she knew it, sneaking up on her, seizing her in a paralyzed spasm of pure white-fire ecstasy that burned through the very core of her soul. Her scream of delight was ear-piercing, her fingers now white-knuckled as she gripped the edge of the table, her ass coming up as she arched her back in an impossible span that she held indeterminately as my mouth continued to suck, swallow and vibrate her clit with a thousand flicks of my tongue that robbed her of her senses.

That hot honey buttered cream oozed from her pussy in a cascade of sweetness unlike any I had ever known before. I devoured her, drinking her nectar, then plunging my tongue as deeply into her depths as I could in search for more of it as she continued to tremble, her orgasm washing over her in wave after wave until she lost track of where one ended and another began.

#

I sat there, simply licking her, my tongue no more than a tickle of thought upon her almost too sensitive little split. She continued to moan, her breath a whisper of pleasure now, the tremors only then gradually subsiding as she found the strength to sit up, glancing down towards me.

"I have never...and I mean never, been eaten like that before in my entire life!" she told me with a look of wonder truly shown in her sparkling surprised eyes. "Did you eat mom's cunt like that?" she asked making me laugh as she asked it.

"Ah no...not yet anyway," I said sitting back now, licking my lips of the residue of her spending.

Karen grinned wickedly at the thought of that. "Good, now I have something to tell her about and make her jealous!" she replied contentedly.

Gazing down at my somewhat softened prick Karen now slid off the table standing before me. "Your turn!" she told me. "Lay down on the table, I want to make you just as crazy as you did to me!"

I soon lost all sense and track of time. Her mouth at first working like a vacuum, sucking the life-force from me, then so gentle I could hardly feel it, yet exquisite in the light delicate touch as her tongue flittered about my flesh like a butterfly seeking refuge, suddenly turning into a swarm of bees that enveloped, stung with tiny prickles of sweet pure pleasure that coaxed the volcanic eruption that now boiled deep within my balls.

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" I screamed, feeling the torrent of juice suddenly explode from the depths, her mouth first catching the initial splurge, then releasing me in order to watch, watch the spray of my ejaculate which she now directed fully against her breasts, slapping her tits with my cock, still stroking it, milking it as I continued to spray my semen, drenching her breasts in the thick creamy substance.

And like her, I lay for a time in what felt like suspended animation, now watching her as she smeared and massaged my spending into her breasts.

"Like mother..."

"Like daughter," she finished for me.

#

I managed to get both yards done though it was late in the afternoon when I returned and made preparations for mowing our lawn. I finished the front, saving the back for last, accepting a nice ice-cold beer from Pauline as she greeted me along with Karen who I noticed was already nude, now lounging contentedly in her chair just beneath the canopy of the awning on the deck smiling upwards towards me.

"Obviously, she was telling the truth!" Pauline said, drawing my attention to her and away from her daughter. "I've never seen her as contented, or relaxed as she is now," Pauline added, "And she's right...now I'm jealous!" though she smiled with a look that appeared anything but, hinting at more expectantly, though she continued. "I picked up some nice thick juicy steaks for dinner," she added taking a seat in the lawn chair next to her daughter. "Once it's cooled down, thought we could enjoy another nice meal outside later."

"Sounds good," I said suddenly feeling famished, though for food this time. "But I really do need to finish mowing the yard here first."

"Don't let us stop you," Karen said finally speaking. "But I hope you don't mind if we just sit here and watch you work," she added.

All I could do was laugh at the two of them, walking over, pulling on the cord and firing the lawn mower up as I began to make my way back and forth across the property.

I had made two full passes not once looking up or over in their direction, but when I did, I accidentally released the handle stopping the mower. I'd expected to see Karen still laying there in the nude as she watched me, I was actually beginning to get used to seeing that, but now Pauline was as well, each of them just sitting there looking at me with smiles on their faces.

Once again I pulled on the cord, firing the mower back up and began making my way down the side of the lawn away from them, smiling outwardly to myself at how wonderfully strange it was to be living here.

Though strange was a mild word to use perhaps as I turned on my row now heading back towards them, once again glancing up. This time I was greeted with something new entirely. Both women now sat with their legs bent at the knee, openly spread with fingers busily twiddling their twats as I turned and began to approach them.

Reaching the end of the yard, I turned passing by, once again looking over and called out above the noise of the mower.

"You ladies enjoying yourselves?" I asked, shaking my head in wonder, though not in surprise at their uninhibited teasing display. "Very much so!" Pauline answered back grinning as she did.

Admittedly, it was wickedly hot seeing the two of them together like that, openly masturbating themselves in front of one another while watching me, and perhaps one another for all I knew. As I continued to move along the backside of the yard, I felt my erection growing, and then grinned inwardly as I approach the far side of the yard, which I knew would momentarily take me out of their sight. I decided in that split second to tease them as much as they were teasing me with a little surprise of my own.

Knowing I had stepped from view, I managed to keep one hand on the mower keeping it engaged, though dropping my shorts, stepping out of them, kicking them off to one side. Now buck-naked, with my hard firm erection leading the way, I continued on along down the side of the yard, once again re-emerging, but this time giving them a nice view of my ass as I continued on making my loop, once again turning and mowing sideways as I faced them. The peals of laughter that I heard told me my surprise had indeed caught them unawares, only then turning looking up as they both clapped their hands in appreciation for my unexpected ploy and daring action.

"Ok, you win," Pauline said as I drew closer, just then finishing the last of the yard. "We thought we would try and break your concentration, but you ended up breaking ours!" she told me still chuckling. "Wish to hell I had a camera!" she added, "Quite the picture you made there pushing the mower along with your prick sticking out in front of you like that!"

"Could say the same for you two myself, not every day I get to see two women sitting side by side fingering themselves while I mow the lawn, though I do think I saw Mrs. Benson standing in the window touching her breasts earlier today when I was mowing hers!"

I saw Karen's eyes widen, her hand reaching up to remove her sunglasses. "Which one is she?" she asked her face suddenly frowning.

I laughed, "Gotcha!" I grinned towards her. "There IS no Mrs. Benson, Mrs. Browning yes, but she's that little gray-haired lady I mow the lawn for.

Pauline laughed at her daughter's obvious real jealousy. "Maybe she is, but I bet she was standing in her window watching you too!" she added. "I certainly would if I was her, even at that age!"

"You know, I think she was too come to think of it!" I said continuing the game though Karen had now caught on, feeling embarrassed in showing her emotions and feelings the way that she had. I walked over picking up my unfinished bottle of beer and drank from it, sitting down as I did. "You know, all fun aside, maybe we really should sit down and talk about all this sometime," I told the two of them. "I really do like it here," I went on, "but the last thing I want to see happen is for anyone to really get upset or jealous about anything going on."

"I'm not jealous!" Karen stated indignantly, though she had crossed her breasts with her arms, affectively concealing them. Pauline sat glaring over at her daughter. "Ok, well maybe just a little bit," she smiled quirkily, but not with you mother...you should know that."

"Yes I know dear," Pauline acknowledged, "But Matt's right. What if he decides to bring another woman home with him some evening? What then? What will you think about that if he does?"

She sat thinking about that for a moment. "Yeah, you're right, I guess it is sort of silly of me to think that he wouldn't sometime, but it has helped me to make up my mind about something else though."

"Oh? And what's that?" I asked.

"Well, before you ever do get serious about someone else, or maybe even mother herself!" She added with a knowing look tossed her mother's way, "which I guess at some point you probably will, that maybe it's time you fucked me first before that happens," she said simply and boldly, though this time surprising her mother as much as she'd surprised me with her statement. "Ok if we have dinner first?" Pauline shot back trying to evade the statement though glancing towards me. "And might be that Matt would like some time to consider your request himself first before making that kind of a commitment to you," she added.

"I wasn't talking about right now!" Karen responded, though catching on her mother was trying to make light of things. "Just sayin...maybe it's time."

"Yeah, maybe it's time we get dinner started too," Pauline said glancing towards me once again as I sat there nursing what was actually an empty beer bottle, not knowing quite what to say about all this. "And you're forgetting something else too," Pauline reminded her daughter.

"No I haven't," Karen said as she stood in preparation of going inside. "I just haven't told him about that yet," she told her mother. "Maybe you can and see what he has to say about it," she finished, and then turned before either one of us could say any more.

"Ok, so...what did I miss?" I asked, obviously there was more, and with any luck I wouldn't be kept in the dark with regards to it either.

"After we eat," Pauline grinned. "I want to have a quick chat with Karen before we continue this any further," she explained. "So perhaps after dinner, we'll continue this discussion and give you a chance to think about things without feeling any pressure from us regarding it."

"It?" I asked myself curiously. "It?"

#

The steaks were delicious, dinner fabulous, though most of it was eaten in silence. It was perhaps the first time since having moved in and having gotten to know the two women that it had ever been like this. And though it certainly wasn't an uncomfortable atmosphere that we ate in, it certainly was a subdued one.

"Ok, so anyone ready to discuss what we'd started talking about earlier?" I asked. There had been sufficient time that I knew they must have spoken about it by now. I had showered, shaved and actually put on some fresh clean clothes by the time I'd begun barbequing the steaks, so I was fairly confident that they must have.

"If you are," Pauline said looking at me, though getting a nod of approval from her daughter simultaneously before she continued.

"Whenever you're ready," I said sitting back in my chair, wondering as I did so what it was I was about to hear.

"Well, let me begin at the beginning," Pauline said trying to find a place to start.

"That's usually the best way to do it," I answered back, trying to ease the sudden tension that had developed for whatever reason.

Pauline smiled, nodding her head. "As you're already well aware of, Karen and I have always had a very open, very honest relationship with one another, perhaps at times too open, and too honest even, at least which most of the people we know would frown upon it, or even find it too disgusting to ever imagine."

She had a point there. Not many people I knew would see their relationship as being a normal one, but I held my tongue waiting for her to continue.

"For example, the day that Karen discovered my toy stash, and decided she wanted to try one for herself, rather than trying to hide that she did, or sneaking off to experiment with it, she came directly to me instead, just as she always had done, and hopefully always will rather than be ashamed or embarrassed to ask me about something, or sit down and discuss it."

"Nothing wrong in that," I reflected honestly. "Too bad more kids can't approach their parents in that way either."

"Exactly my feelings," Pauline agreed. "So anyway, I was there when Karen first came to me, told me she wanted to try out the toy, which wasn't at all that surprising to me when she did, especially since I'd known she'd been openly masturbating for years, just as she knew I did, which again I never tried hiding from her in knowing either."

I didn't speak, just nodding my head in agreement with that.

"But what I'm trying to say here," Pauline paused, "Is that I'm actually the one that helped her break her hymen, so though she's still technically a virgin, never having been with a man before, which I know she's already told you about, it was me that was there to help ease her through losing her hymen, so in that sense...I was her first!"

I realized now what she was saying, telling me. "You actually were the one to penetrate her then, the first I mean, even if it was with a vibrator."

"Yes, she was," Karen finally spoke after sitting there in silence for most of the conversation so far. "And it was because of her gentleness, kindness and considerate caring for me that I made another decision with regards to that afterwards."

"Which was?" I asked.

"Which was...her wanting me to be there with her when she had intercourse for the first time," Pauline said simply. "We talked about it at length for quite some time afterwards." "I can imagine you did."

"Yeah, obviously there would be a few obstacles in trying to overcome if she continued to feel that way, and still want me to be there if and when the time came."

"Obviously," I said seeing several of them already without even expressing them, nor did I need to, as I was sure they'd already done that several times over.

"Not many men would probably understand, or let lone want a woman's mother there when it happened the first time."

"Not many no," I agreed. "Though perhaps a few," I added remembering my own wicked past. "A few perhaps...but the likelihood being, not many would be as understanding or as accepting of it, which is one of the reasons why Karen has waited this long, as she has mentioned it to one or two, all of which thought her to be joking with them, jerking her around when she mentioned it."

"I'm sure, but I'm still trying to see this from your point of view, is it because you're worried that it would hurt? Or that someone might try and hurt you if they got too carried away?" I now asked Karen directly.

She laughed at that, "Heavens no, and it's got nothing to do with that either, which is the part most people don't or wouldn't understand." I waited.

"Like we've shown you, and like few others understand or accept, mother and I have always been close, we've shared a great many things..."

"Like me you mean."

"For one, yes," Pauline interrupted, "But like Karen was saying, this was something she wanted me to be there for, to share it with...her first time. Not because she was afraid, not for any of those reasons which is what most people would think, if they even allowed themselves to think about it or consider it in the first place. She simply...wanted me to be there to share this special intimate moment with her. So you can see now, and perhaps understand why very few would accept it, let alone allow it."

"Ah yes...I see what you mean now," I said finally understanding.

"So the questions remain, Karen has obviously decided she's ready to take that next step, and she's chosen you as the man she wants to do it with. So the first question is, do you want to be that man."

"And the second question is then, would I have a problem with your being there when we do?" "You are correct," Pauline sat looking towards me, waiting for an answer.

I paused for a few moments, for dramatic effect, perhaps I shouldn't have, but I wanted them both to feel like I'd given it reasonable consideration before answering.

"Yes...and No."

They both had confused expressions on their faces for a moment, which I figured they would have by my response.

I laughed, confusing them even more for a moment. "Yes I'd like being that man, and no Pauline...I have NO problem with your being there when it happens, does that clarify my response a little better?"

"Whew! Well I'm glad that's finally settled!" Karen breathed a sigh of relief. "Now I can relax, and now maybe we can get naughty and have some fun, this evening's been a bit stressful up until now!"

"Wait a minute!" I said jumping to conclusions; you don't mean right here...right now do you?"

"Of course not silly!" Karen said laughing. "Mother and I have obviously discussed this at length, and we both know what we want to do when this happens."

"And where," Pauline interjected. "Which I'll set up now, shall we say for Friday night then if everyone's in agreement with that? That will give Matt two days to think about and make sure it's something he's truly ok with. How's that sound to you Matt?" she asked me.

"Sounds like a plan," I told her. "Just tell me where and when."

"I will, once I've confirmed everything, but now...like Karen just said, let's have a bit of naughty fun ourselves, we can go over the other details tomorrow."

Karen had already begun removing her clothes again as Pauline began to spread out an enormous quilt over the freshly cut lawn, soon after removing her own clothing, as I then began doing the same.

"So, what do you have in mind?" I asked beginning to feel aroused, especially as the more I thought about it, the more wildly erotic it became to me to soon "technically" deflower her daughter, with her there watching me do it. There was certainly something decadently wicked about that for some reason, and it had aroused me rather quickly just thinking about it.

"Well for starters, you're about to lick my pussy the way you licked Karen's earlier," she told me in no uncertain terms.

"And while you're doing that," Karen said coming over to lie down beside me, I'm going to get myself off watching you do it, and then after that..."

I spread Pauline's lips and began doing to her just what I'd done to her daughter as Karen continued on, filling my mind full of all kinds of deliciously wicked thoughts.

#

As strange as this may have been or sounded to everyone else, it was actually starting to make a little more sense to me, enough so at least, that I could understand where they were coming from.

Pauline had booked the "bridal suite" at a local hotel near town, sparing no expense for the room in doing so. And though Karen and I received some really curious looks after checking in, we were still given the royal treatment, though I am also certain everyone thought we'd just gotten married, even with the obvious age difference between us. Pauline was already in the room waiting when we arrived, a wise choice as that had would have been an even harder thing trying to explain, though the bell-boy who had carried our bags up certainly wondered about it when finding Pauline there already waiting for us.

The suite was lavish, including a deep sunken tub right there in the bedroom, which of course is the first thing the three of us tried out together, relaxing and soaking in it, drinking champagne and over all having a rather good time together, though I still felt curiously nervous for some reason, a lot more so that either one of the two girls.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I asked, deferring to the two of them as they'd obviously talked and discussed this countless times already.

"Well, I want to try it all," Karen said excitedly, "If you're up to it that is," she said teasingly. "But for the very first time? On my back so I can see you as you enter me, and...I'd like mom to be there and help put you inside me," she added.

"Ok, that was interesting," I mused. But this was after all, their party.

We soon after climbed onto the bed, Karen comfortably positioned on her back, legs spread with me kneeling between them. Pauline knelt next to me, gently stroking my cock to its full potential in preparation for the more formal deflowering of her daughter.

"Whenever you're ready," I told her then, my cock just about as hard as it was ever going to get with the continued soft stroking of her mother's hand keeping it that way.

"I'm ready," Karen sighed contentedly.

Pauline held my cock against her daughter's cunt, slowly rubbing it up and down against her split in preparation for putting it in once she was well lubricated. It was strange in a way, well in many ways actually, but it wasn't about trying to be gentle with her, not wanting to hurt her or anything, this really was about a first time and nothing more. I'd only deflowered one another woman before in my entire life, and it had been less than satisfying for either one of us to say the least. This...was nothing like that, nothing like that at all. "Feel nice?" Pauline asked her daughter still masturbating her daughter's cunt with my prick. "Oh hell yes!" Karen giggled wiggling her ass upon the bed enhancing the sensation.

"So you ready to feel it go inside you?"

"Fuck yes!" she answered again even more excitedly, which is when I felt the gentle press of my dick head beginning to penetrate Karen's pussy for the very first time. And again, in a way I was still treating it like she was a real virgin, somewhat concerned for her, wondering how this felt, how it was for her as I slowly slid inside, Pauline now having removed her hand, though she'd placed it behind me, gingerly cupping and fondling my balls.

"You ok?" I asked somewhat worriedly.

"Are you kidding?" Karen said her eyes full of wonder, "I'm more than ok...now, shut up and fuck me!"

And fuck her I did. After that, it became a whirlwind of pure erotic lust, Karen turning to be nearly insatiable as we went from one position into another. Pauline for the most part simply watched, though she masturbated herself almost constantly, occasionally reaching out to caress or fondle one or both of us as we fucked.

It was quite a while before she actually joined us, giving and allowing her daughter most of my attention rather than expecting anything for herself, but when Karen decided it was time for her to try being on top, she invited her mother to use the adjacent available space, which just happened to be my face, which she readily and happily accepted, as did I.

Licking Pauline's cunt while fucking her daughters was one of those "too wild to even try to describe" sensations, about all I could do was revel in it. Above me, both women giggled, squealed and moaned passionately, thoroughly enjoying themselves, as was I. Pauline continually dripped her sweet slick syrup into my mouth, which I lapped at with a fervor of a man dying of hunger. Karen meanwhile performed acrobatics on my prick, doing tricks that I for one had never considered or even dreamed of, somehow spinning herself around on my shaft while impaled, as though taking a spin on a ride at the amusement park, which in a way, I'd become.

I don't know how many times Karen came, but it seemed like it was near constant towards the end. I felt the little rivers of her spending shower bathe me, my flesh soon soaked with her climaxes, as one after the other they came, each one accompanied by delightful screams of pleasure, many of which had me wondering if anyone heard us, and if they did, what they were mostly likely imagining at that point.

Pauline too came gloriously, though a bit quieter when she did, not quite doing so in silence, her mewls of pleasure certainly loud enough to be heard, but her body quite often spasmodically convulsing with each orgasm that she herself experienced, whether by my cock, mouth or fingers.

As per Karen's request, I had indeed filled her pussy full of cum the first time that I came. There was no worry of pregnancy, which I had shared with them both beforehand having had a vasectomy a number of years ago. She had requested it specifically for a reason that I neither asked about, nor really understood until later.

And it was interesting to note, aside from a rare touch here or there, there had never been any real incestuous dealings between the two, watching one another masturbate certainly didn't qualify as being incestuous in my book, nor was the occasional fond loving touch here or there, as none of it was done in such a way as to even suggest it.

After I had finished climaxing however, I was indeed surprised to see Pauline immediately lay down upon the bed, Karen just as quickly moving over to straddle her mother's face, not quite sitting directly down on it, nor did I see Pauline make any attempt to place her mouth against her daughter's cunt either, all she did was lay there and wait...mouth open, as slowly the massive amount of my spunk began to drip from Karen's cunt into her mother's waiting open mouth. Once again, I couldn't categorize this as an incestual act, albeit it was indeed a very naughty, very decadent one by any standards.

After having watched this for several long minutes, I was amazed at myself when I looked down finding myself hard and very much aroused all over again. Seeing that I was, but for the moment at least, both being very much satisfied themselves, Karen and Pauline soon snuggled up between my legs, taking turns licking and sucking me, passing my prick back and forth to one another as though sharing an ice-cream cone on a hot summer's day. I didn't mind it however, there seemed to be plenty enough to go around as they stroked, licked, sucked and handled my prick until I was once again on the verge of orgasm.

"Here it comes girls!" I said giving them fair warning, then sat up just enough to watch them passing the baton back and forth to one another as it erupted, squirting violently, yet oh so pleasurably as they giggled and laughed hysterically catching my spray.

#

It's been over a year now since I first moved here, very little has really changed in all that time. Karen does date, though she claims she still doesn't have what she calls a "formal" boyfriend according to Pauline, nor has she chosen to fuck anyone else besides me, though I do know she still enjoys her exhibionistic masturbation sessions with her friends.

According to Pauline, she's just as content with the way things are that we are, though she says that when and if the right one comes along, she won't have any misgivings about doing it then, and that it will most likely be the guy she would seriously consider marrying.

For myself, admittedly I am beginning to have feelings for Pauline, more so than just the friendly kind we have expressed and shared together, and she me as well. But for the sake of the situation being what it is, neither one of us has pressed it towards going any further either. There's still plenty of time for all that, and as long as we continue to have the open dialogue that we have had, it remains a very comfortable and satisfying situation.

#

I'd eventually started my own landscaping/handyman business, with Pauline's help, and was now doing pretty well with it, even being able to hire a few employees, which had greatly expanded the business. And...I was still writing as well, enjoying it more now for the simple pleasure rather than for the necessity of it, though it too had supplemented my income quite nicely.

"Writing?" Karen asked coming up from behind me, the feel of her bare breasts pressed against my neck as she stood there telling me in a moment that she was horny again and wanting to fuck.

"Just finished," I answered hitting the save key.

"What's the title?"

"The Handy Man," I grinned turning, drawing her down into my lap where I proceeded to kiss and suck her hard waiting nipples.

She purred contentedly as I did so. "When do I get to read it?"

"You already have," I told her. "You already have."