An adult stories – Gloria by wajawhiii,wajawhiii This story continues the tale of David with Claire and Margaret as told in “Lottery” (https://literotica.com/s/lottery-3, 10/3/2023). That story ended suddenly with Claire initiating a conversation with David about the difficulties her daughter, Gloria, was having with her love life. This story and that story are unrelated except that it includes the same characters. You don’t have to read “Lottery” to understand this one but you might find it fun if you did.
Claire took about fifteen minutes explaining her daughter Gloria’s disillusionment with men. Gloria was home for the summer break from university between her junior and senior years. She was staying in her childhood bedroom in Claire’s home where I was spending most of my time.
Claire, her best friend Margaret, and I were involved in a torrid sexual arrangement. Claire told me that Gloria, in spite of our efforts to conceal our relationships from her, had figured it out and was expressing her desire to her mother to be a participant. Claire, with Gloria’s encouragement, was hoping that I would agree to Gloria’s request.
Gloria was the younger image of Claire. They were of similar height, had similar body types and coloring. Gloria’s breasts were smaller but, with age, would easily become as large as Claire’s. Claire’s enthusiasm for me to engage with Gloria was infectious and I was inclined to accommodate both of them. However, I did have a few questions and reservations.
“Claire,” I said, “you realize I would be having a sexual relationship with your daughter.”
“I do,” she responded. “Gloria and I discussed it and neither of us has a problem with it. Gloria doesn’t want to interfere with our relationship, which she knows is very sexual, and she’s content with being with you when you’re available, either here or somewhere else of your choosing.”
“I get that,” I told Claire, “But I don’t think that it will work in the long haul.”
“What do you think will happen?” Claire asked.
“I think, eventually, that our multiple activities will merge,” I told her.
“You think Gloria and I will be in bed with you at the same time?” she asked.
“I do. It’s inevitable. Think about it. Sooner or later we’ll all be together and one thing will lead to another with the obvious result.”
“I can see your point,” Claire said. “Would you be okay with that?”
“I think I would,” I admitted. “We already have relationships with Margaret and that works well, even magnificently. And that includes Margaret. How would she feel about Gloria with us?”
“She’s good with it,” said Claire.
“You’ve already asked her?” I questioned.
“I have,” admitted Claire. “She loves Gloria like a daughter as I do. Neither of us will have a problem although I do need to see if Margaret would be comfortable with us all in the same bed together.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “There is another consideration.”
“Shoot,” said Claire.
“We have a wonderfully fulfilling sexual relationship and I have a similar relationship with Margaret. You also have a sexual relationship with Margaret. I don’t want to characterize either of you as lesbians but the relationship is sexual and you mutually engage in activities common among lesbians. I foresee that the same type of relationship would develop between Gloria and Margaret and Gloria and you.”
“Gloria and me?” asked Claire.
“You don’t think it would happen?” I asked.
“I didn’t until you brought it up. Now I see that it’s not only possible, it’s probable.”
“It has an incestuous tinge to it,” I stated.
“I think I can deal with that if Gloria can,” offered Claire. “She has such a young and voluptuous body. I might not be able to resist,” she admitted.
“Now you’re not seeing Gloria as your daughter,” I pointed out.
“I’m not?” asked Claire. “I’ll have to explore that further.”
“Include Margaret in you explorations,” I suggested.
“Of course,” agreed Claire. “I’m actually wet with the possibilities.”
“Finally,” I asked. “Is the bed big enough?”
“Claire punched my arm. “You’re bad,” she said.
I rubbed my arm. “What’s next?” I asked.
“I have some things to do,” said Claire. “You have nothing to do immediately. Just live normally and be patient. I think things will evolve and you’ll know when the time’s right.”
“I love you,” I said.
“You want to prove it?” Claire asked.
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Here?”
“You have a better location?”
I didn’t and we did.
Our activities continued without interruption. I spent many nights and weekends at Claire’s with either Claire or Margaret or both. Either would visit me at my house when they felt the need for companionship. There were a few evenings that I spent home alone and began to fantasize about filling them in the company of Gloria.
There was a new tension in the group. Not very strong and not all the time. I noticed Gloria looking at me more often. I don’t know if she actually was or I was just more aware of it. I know I was looking at her differently.
One weekend in early August, I spent Friday night in bed with Claire and Margaret. Saturday morning, Claire and Margaret were up early. That was the first variation in our usual routine and an indication that the rest of the day would be different.
Eventually, I showered, dressed casually in shorts and t-shirt and headed down for breakfast. The house was unusually quiet. No one else seemed to be about although I knew that both Claire and Margaret were somewhere. Gloria was sleeping late as usual.
They weren’t in the kitchen or the living room. I couldn’t find them anywhere. I couldn’t remember when I had ever been alone in the house without either Claire or Margaret. I returned to the kitchen. There was a carafe of hot coffee on the counter. I poured a mug for myself and rooted around in the refrigerator for something to eat. I found a couple of donuts, put them on a plate, took my mug of coffee and headed for the den to catch up on the news of the day.
Nobody was in the den. I settled on the leather sofa and turned on the television. I found a twenty-four-hour cable news channel that usually didn’t push my sensitivities too far and settled in to watch the news, drink coffee and eat donuts.
I had finished one donut and half my coffee when Gloria came into the den. She was carrying her own mug of coffee and looked incredible. I had seen Gloria in the morning on more than one occasion and this morning she was something else. She was barefoot and wearing an aqua wraparound dress, tied at the waist. From the way her body moved I doubted she was wearing a bra and I could not see any panty lines through the tight, thin fabric of her dress. Her long blonde hair was neat, almost styled, and framed her face beautifully.
She offered me a bright, “Good morning, Dave,” and sat next to me on the sofa, closer than necessary given that there was several feet of empty sofa on her left.
We sat silently for several minutes, watching the news. When the commentator finished a story about the latest political machinations in our government and a commercial started, I looked at Gloria and asked, “I can’t find Margaret or your mother anywhere. Any idea where they’ve gone?”
“They went shopping,” was her short response.
“Kinda early to go shopping,” I stated.
“They were going to get breakfast first,” she added.
Claire’s comment to me about knowing when the time would be right came to mind. I knew Gloria was on board about the eventual outcome but was this the right time? How should I proceed? I chose caution. “Did they say when they’d be back?” I asked.
“They said they’d call before they came home,” Gloria informed me.
Sounded to me as if Claire had managed to get all her ducks lined up and this was the right time. I had agreed to the plot and was determined to make good on my promise but I decided to let Gloria lead in case I was wrong.
I sat quietly, watching television, munching on my donut, drinking my coffee and waited for Gloria. I didn’t wait long.
“David,” she finally said. “I know you’ve been talking to Claire about me.”
“I’ve had several conversations with your mother,” I responded. “Some of them concerned you.”
“Then you know I want to be a part of your relationships with Claire and Margaret,” she said.
“This is the right time,” I thought. “I do,” I said.
“And I know that you’ve agreed with my participation,” she said.
“I have,” I admitted.
“We’re alone. Nobody’s going to interrupt us,” Gloria stated.
“It does seem that your mother has managed to create a suitable environment,” I agreed. “And it looks to me as if you’ve prepared for us to be alone.”
“Then why are we sitting here like two strangers?” Gloria asked.
“Gloria,” I said. “You’re a beautiful woman. Under any other circumstances I would be jumping at the chance to have you in my bed. But, this situation is different. I’ve never engaged in a planned, guaranteed outcome, arrangement before.”
“Neither have I,” said Gloria. “This is different. It’s actually off putting. I don’t know where or how to start.”
“My problem exactly,” I agreed.
“Then what should we do?” asked Gloria.
“I have a suggestion,” I offered. “Why don’t we forget about Claire, Margaret and the ‘plan’?” There’s just the two of us. No one else. No outcome.”
“How does that help?” asked Gloria.
“How would you approach the problem if I was someone you just met and you were attracted to? Someone you’d like to have in your bed?”
“I don’t usually think about it that way. I just let my emotions and hormones lead and I follow. Where would I start?” asked Gloria.
“At the beginning,” I suggested.
“Where’s that?”
Instead of answering her, I leaned over, took her chin in my hand and kissed her. Not a lover’s kiss, nor a father’s kiss. A kiss with a message to be interpreted and responded to.
When I looked up, Gloria had her eyes closed. When I ended the kiss and sat up, Gloria’s eyes popped open, she grabbed my face in both her hands and kissed me. She had interpreted my kiss and responded in a manner that could not be misunderstood.
During a third kiss, Gloria’s mouth opened and her tongue explored my lips until my mouth opened as well. She left little doubt that saliva was the first of many bodily fluids she wanted to exchange.
The kiss lasted forever. We breathed each other’s air until the concentrated carbon dioxide made us both dizzy. When our lips separated, we took several deep breaths and plunged in for more. Somehow, Gloria ended up in my lap. When the kiss ended, she hugged me tightly, rested her head on my shoulder and exclaimed, “David, I’ve never been kissed like that before.”
“Neither have I,” I agreed.
“Really?” asked Gloria.
“Really. Every kiss is different. Everyone I kiss is different. That was our kiss. It cannot be duplicated except with each other,” I explained.
“David,” Gloria said. “Give me your hand.”
I held up my left hand. Gloria took it in her hand and placed it on her right breast. “My nipples are crazy hard,” she told me. “I want you to know that. You should also know that my nipples are connected to my pussy and I’m staining the back of my dress sitting in your lap.”
I gently squeezed her breast and rubbed my fingers over her nipple. She hadn’t exaggerated. Her nipple was rock hard. Gloria closed her eyes and pushed her breast against my hand. I moved my hand between our bodies and pulled the end of the tie holding her dress around her body.
With her help, I worked the flap of her dress away from her body and exposed her right breast as it fell open. I put my hand back on her now naked breast. Gloria closed her eyes again and pushed her breast against my hand again. I squeezed her nipple between my thumb and first finger, leaned forward and kissed her breast. I took her nipple between my lips and sucked gently. Gloria pushed her breast against my lips. I dragged my teeth along her nipple. Her body reacted reflexively, her back arched and her toes curled.
I paused my efforts. I felt her body relax and I heard her inhale deeply. When I leaned in to suck her nipple again, Gloria whispered weakly. “No. Not again. Not now. Let me recover.”
I leaned back and held Gloria in my arms. She hugged me tightly. “David,” she said. “That was wonderful.”
“It did feel pretty nice, didn’t it,” I ventured.
“It was more than pretty nice. I had an orgasm,” Gloria admitted.
“I wondered what happened,” I said.
“Wonder no more. I’ve never experienced an orgasm from someone kissing my tits. Why this time?” she asked.
“I have a theory,” I said.
“I’m listening.”
“An orgasm is as much a state of mind as it is a state of body,” I suggested.
“I like that,” Gloria said.
“Do you think we should take this upstairs?” I asked.
“I do. But first, I want to show you something,” said Gloria.
She got off my lap and stood in front of me. She faced me and opened the rest of her dress. She held the dress wide and let it slip from her arms and off her body to the floor at her feet. “You have my mind,” she said. “This is my body. I want you to have it too.”
Gloria put her hands on her hips and turned around slowly. She raised her arms with her hands behind her head and turned around a second time. “Do you accept my offer?” she asked.
“I do,” I answered.
“Then we should take this upstairs,” she said.
I stood up. Gloria took my hand and led me upstairs. We left her dress on the floor in front of the sofa. I admired the way her cute cheeks shifted side to side as I followed her upstairs. She knew what I was looking at and added a little extra sway for my benefit.
At the top of the stairs, Gloria turned right, headed for her bedroom. I took her hand and lead her to the left, toward the master bedroom with its larger bed, larger bathroom and erotic atmosphere. In the bedroom, we turned down the bedcovers and the top sheet. Someone, it could have only been Gloria, had changed the sheets and they were clean and crisp.
I stopped at the side of the bed. Gloria stopped in front of me. “Something isn’t right,” she said.
“I agree,” I concurred.
Gloria reached for the hem of my t-shirt and held it in both hands. “May I?” she asked.
“Please,” I said.
Gloria removed my t-shirt, tossed it aside and started on the buttons of my shorts. Soon my shorts were on the floor somewhere near my t-shirt.
“Oooh, nice,” Gloria exclaimed.
She reached out and took my erection in one hand. “Oooh. Nice and heavy too,” she said.
Almost without warning, Gloria was on her knees in front of me with my erection between her lips.
“You don’t have to do that,” I said.
“You don’t like it?” she asked.
“I didn’t say that. I actually love it. I just wanted to remind you that you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’d rather you don’t do things you think I want you to do, only things you want to do.”
“So, if I love it and you love it, we’re good to go?” she asked.
“Precisely,” I responded.
“Then, stand there while I do something I love to do,” she stated.
Standing there was difficult. Gloria loved to suck cock and she was good at it. I loved having her suck my cock and I was immediately unstable on my feet because of it. The second time my knees buckled and I put my hand on her head for balance, she moved me to sit on the side of the bed, spread my legs and returned to what she loved.
My mind was completely involved with the feel of her mouth, tongue and teeth on my erection and my body was guaranteed to respond. “Gloria,” I whispered.
She paused for a moment. “I know,” she said. “I feel it too.”
She increased the negative pressure on my erection. Her cheeks collapsed inward with her effort. We were both correct in our assessments of the potential result. I came in her mouth as strongly as I could ever remember. Gloria pulled back slightly to make room and kept the seal of her lips on my erection as I pulsed six or seven times into her mouth. She swallowed when I was finished, removed her lips and swallowed a second time.
“That was incredible,” she said.
I smiled and slid back into the center of the bed and patted the sheet beside me. Gloria crawled up on the bed and lay alongside me. I put one arm behind her neck, the other on her ribs, leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. I tasted the residue of my eruption on her lips and tongue. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and we added our saliva to the mixture in our mouths.
I kissed her nose. She giggled. I kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes. I kissed her ear lobe and her neck. She squeezed her head against my head and held my head against her neck for another kiss. I continued kissing her shoulders and her chest above her breasts. She hummed softly and relaxed in the bed.
I held her breasts up with both hands and kissed both nipples. Gloria moaned. I nibbled on each nipple, sucked each one and kissed them again. Gloria’s moans were continuous.
I kissed her torso below her breasts. Gloria moaned “Uuuu.”
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m wonderful,” she said. “I just wasn’t ready for you to kiss something other than my tits.”
“We have plenty of time. We can come back to that if you want,” I offered.
“I want,” she said.
I gave each nipple another kiss and kissed her torso again.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
I kissed each rib on each side and spent a few moments kissing and tonguing her navel. Gloria wiggled. “That tickles,” she whispered.
I moved on. Gloria’s pubic area was hairless. Not even a hint of stubble. She had either shaved that morning or she had an incredibly talented waxer. I kissed the points of each hip and into the crease between her hip and labia. Her labia were inflated, like two guardians of her clitoris, erect between them.
I avoided her clitoris and kissed and tongued my way down the outside of her labia until I reached her perineum. The bed prevented me from going further. I could wait. I didn’t want to disturb her relaxed position just yet.
I began to kiss back up, this time between her labia. I used my fingers to separate her lips further and revealed her inner labia. I ran my tongue between her small inner lips.
“You don’t have to do that,” Gloria whispered.
“I only do what I love to do,” I responded. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“I love it,” she said. “It’s just that I never had it feel that good before.”
I probed between her lips with my tongue, reaching a far inside her as I could. I curled my tongue and rubbed the tip of it against the front of her vagina. Gloria squirmed and I held her hips with both hands to still her movements and maintain contact between my tongue and her vagina.
I moved up and ran my tongue around her very prominent clitoris. Gloria’s hips bucked against my mouth so I did it again. I took her clitoris between my lips and pulled on it gently. Her bucking increased and I sucked as much of her clitoris into my mouth as possible. Her back arched and her hips came off the bed against my mouth. “Christ, that feels good,” she managed to whimper.
I slid two fingers into her vagina and curled them against the front of her vagina behind her clitoris. When I sucked her clitoris between my lips again, her body stiffened, she flooded viscous liquid over my hand and she screamed.
I kissed her clitoris softly and settled on the bed beside her. I held her in my arms as she recovered. Two or three minutes later she was recovered enough to talk. “What the fuck did you do to me?” she asked.
“Is that a complaint?” I asked.
“A complaint? Never. I’m not crazy,” she told me.
“I only did what you wanted me to do,” I stated.
“I didn’t know what you were going to do. How could I have wanted you to do it?” she asked.
“You didn’t try to stop me,” I said.
“I’ll never try to stop you,” she said.
“Then I can do it again,” I said.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” she said.
I kissed her lips and we breathed each other’s air for awhile. My erection had returned and I moved my body between her legs and held her in my arms as we kissed. I moved my hips up and the tip of my erection contacted her labia.
“Oooh,” Gloria said. “I’d almost forgot about that.”
“Is it something you want to do?” I asked.
“I thought it was the only thing I wanted to do,” she said. “Of course, I want to do it.”
I pushed my erection between her labia. Gloria spread her legs wide and pushed her pussy in my direction. I entered her slowly and completely. We lay together for several moments, enjoying and adapting to the feeling of our union. When Gloria moved her hips, I moved mine and we began a slow rhythmic movement. We were in no hurry. We had all day. We kept it uncomplicated. Just the feeling of sliding together.
However, my body had other plans. I felt my orgasm building. “Gloria,” I said. “I’m going to cum soon.”
“Inside me,” she said. “I’m on the pill, so inside me. No place else. And try to hold off if you can. I’m close myself and I don’t want to lose it.”
I tightened every muscle I had to postpone the inevitable. I was initially successful but ultimately I lost the battle. I stiffened, pushed hard inside Gloria and came for the second time with her. Luckily, my loss was her gain. Her body tensed, her legs straightened and she screamed for the second time herself when she felt my orgasm.
I stayed on top of her until my erection failed and my cock slipped from her. We lay alongside each other for another ten minutes. I played randomly with her breasts and she nuzzled against my shoulder and kissed my neck.
“I’m hungry,” Gloria said.
“Not an unusual reaction after sex,” I commented. I looked at the clock next to the bed. “Breakfast or lunch?” I asked.
“Brunch,” stated Gloria.
We took a fun shower together. Gloria had discovered sensual, erotic sex and now she had discovered sex for the fun of it. We dried each other and I headed for the kitchen. “Aren’t you going to put something on?” she asked.
“Why? There’s nobody here but us and we’re only going to have to remove them again later,” I told her.
“I see,” she said.
“That too,” I commented and left the bathroom.
I was rooting through the refrigerator when Gloria entered the kitchen. She had taken my suggestion. “This feels funny,” she commented.
“What?” I asked.
“Walking around the kitchen naked,” she said. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Claire, Margaret and I do it all the time?” I told her.
“Why haven’t I caught you then?” she asked.
“We don’t do it when you’re in the house,” I explained.
“It still feels funny,” she repeated.
“Would it help if we had sex?” I asked.
“Here? In the kitchen?” she asked.
“Where else?” I asked.
“I assume you, Claire and Margaret have sex in the kitchen as well,” she said.
“You’d be correct,” I told her.
“Maybe later. Now I want to eat something. Food.”
I scrambled a half dozen eggs while Gloria made coffee, toast and poured orange juice. We ate slowly and sat together at the table long after we were done.
“This is really nice,” commented Gloria.
“What?” I asked.
“Just hanging around naked,” she explained.
“It is, isn’t it?” I commented.
“I never thought I’d be comfortable just walking around naked with anyone else. Now I can’t imagine anything else.”
“Claire and Margaret will be happy to hear that,” I told her.
“They will, won’t they,” she commented.
We cleaned up the kitchen. Put things back in the fridge, dishes in the dishwasher and wiped the table and the counters. Back upstairs we began to explore the various positions it was possible to have sex in. Gloria was enthusiastic trying everything I suggested and added several suggestions of her own. When the phone rang near five in the afternoon we had had two more showers, changed the sheets once again, satisfied Gloria’s fantasies and had lost count of our orgasms. The only thing we hadn’t tried was anal intercourse. Gloria wasn’t against the possibility. She happily enjoyed my fingers in her ass and hers in mine. She just wasn’t ready and she wanted to save something for our next time.
Claire was on the phone. She wanted to know if it was safe to come home. Gloria told her to come home anytime. She needed a break. Claire said they would bring home carry out Chinese and be home within the hour.
I started to get dressed. “What are you doing?” asked Gloria.
“Getting dressed,” I said obviously.
“Why?” Gloria asked.
“Claire and Margaret will be dressed when they get here. It’s just polite to be dressed as well. It’s Claire’s house. If she decides to take off her clothes after she’s here then we’ll follow suit.”
Gloria headed down the hall to her bedroom. She returned wearing a sleeveless top and painted on shorts. Clearly, she hadn’t included underwear. “Will this do?” she asked.
“Good enough, unless Claire and Margaret want to play strip poker,” I joked.
“You’re an idiot,” Gloria said.
“That’s no way to treat someone you’ve spent the day naked with,” I said.
We were seated on opposite ends of the sofa in the living room watching an afternoon baseball game when Claire and Margaret arrived. Between them, they had a half dozen bags, mostly takeout food.
We set up the dining room table and the four of us settled down for an overly large meal. We talked about how Claire and Margaret had spent the day shopping. Actually, they had lingered over breakfast, spent an uneventful couple of hours in the mall and the rest of the day in a local pub, teasing the men they found there. When pressed, Claire admitted to fucking a young man when she lost a game of eight ball. Margaret confirmed Claire’s account since she fucked his friend at the same time.
I didn’t know how to handle the news so I just kept silent.
After dinner, we cleaned up the dishes, put away an enormous amount of leftovers and gathered in the living room. I sat on the sofa. Margaret sat on my left, Claire sat on my right and Gloria sat in my lap. Conversation was minimal until I asked Claire, “Tell me more about playing pool in the pub.”
“There isn’t much to tell,” Claire stalled.
“Seems to me that losing a bet and fucking a stranger must have a story behind it,” I pushed.
“You really want to know?” asked Claire.
“I do,” I said simply.
“Well, it wasn’t much. Margaret and I were watching these two guys play pool and they weren’t very good. I suggested we could beat them. Margaret agreed and we asked them to play. They wanted to bet something,” she started.
“And you suggested sex,” I interrupted.
“No. They did,” responded Claire. “Margaret and I agreed. They were such terrible players that we thought we couldn’t lose,” she continued.
“So,” I said. “If you lost they got to fuck you. What was the bet if you won?” I added.
“They had to fuck each other,” said Claire.
“With you and Margaret watching?” I asked.
“Of course,” said Claire. “Please let me finish. I almost won. I made the eight ball in the side pocket but I scratched. The cue ball went into a corner pocket.”
“You lost,” I observed.
“We did and we needed to pay off the bet. We could have welshed on the bet but that’s not who we are.”
“They probably would have if they had lost,” I stated.
“We knew that. Anyway, I took one of the men into the men’s room.”
“Margaret and the other guy too?” I asked.
“No. Margaret went into the ladies room. Anyway, I pointed at the condom machine and he took the hint. While he fished in his pockets for quarters to buy a condom, I took off my panties, lifted my skirt and bent over the counter. He came up behind me. His cock was ridiculously small. He used the condom, a lubricated one, thank God. He lasted less than two minutes. I hardly felt a thing. I’ve had more excitement taking a dump. I’ve had more tingling in my body just shaking hands.”
I looked at Margaret. “That’s pretty much how it happened although Claire’s estimate of two minutes is ambitious. One minute is closer,” she said.
“That’s it?” I asked.
“That’s it. We left the men’s room. They wanted to play again but we declined and finished the rest of the afternoon at another pub down the block.”
“Hardly worth mentioning,” I observed.
“That’s what I thought,” said Claire. “Now tell me how you and Gloria spent the day.”
Gloria looked uncomfortable at the possibility. “You can probably imagine it,” I said.
“I think I can,” said Claire. She reached alongside the sofa and showed us an aqua wrap around dress. “I found this in the den,” she said.
“I wondered where that went,” chimed in Gloria.
“You apparently didn’t wear much clothing,” observed Claire.
“True,” I admitted. “And you can safely assume everything else that follows,” I told her.
“Sounds like fun,” stated Claire.
“More fun than you can imagine,” said Gloria.
“I have a pretty vivid imagination,” said Claire. “But there is one thing I can’t imagine.”
“What’s that?” asked Gloria falling into the trap I saw Claire setting.
“I haven’t seen you naked,” said Claire.
“You want to see me naked?” asked Gloria somewhat astonished and excited at the same time.
“David has seen you naked and much more. I think I should at least see you naked as well,” insisted Claire.
Gloria got off my lap and stood in front of us. “Here?” she asked.
“Sure, here. Why not? We’ve all seen each other naked many times. You need to catch up,” said Claire.
“Okay,” said Gloria. She took off her sleeveless top. Her breasts stood proudly on her chest. Claire stared, open mouthed, at her daughter.
Gloria had some problems removing her shorts. They were tight enough that she had to peel them off and push them down her legs before she was free of them. She turned around to give Claire a complete view.
“Damn, you’re absolutely beautiful,” praised Claire.
Gloria curtsied slightly toward her mother. “Thank you,” she said. “Would you like to touch me?” she asked.
“Touch you and a lot more,” stated Claire.
“Come here,” said Gloria.
“Not here,” said Claire as she stood up. “Come with me,” she added.
Claire led Gloria up stairs. Gloria left her top and shorts behind on the floor, a habit she’d have to address later.
When they were gone, Margaret looked at me. “Opportunity?” she asked.
“Opportunity and desire,” I told her.
“Here?”
“We could start here,” I suggested.
She threw a leg over my legs and straddled me. He skirt rode up toward her waist as she did. She kissed me. I grabbed her ass, pulled her tight against me and returned her kiss.
“I know I didn’t cause that lump in your shorts but could I have it anyway?” she asked.
“You can have it anyway you want and as many times as possible,” I told her.
Margaret squirmed in my lap, making my lump larger, while she removed her shirt and bra. I kissed her nipples instead of her lips.
“Shit, that feels wonderful. I’ve waited all day for you to do that,” she said.
She moved back on my legs. She unzipped my fly and freed my expanding erection. She slid back close to me on my lap. She wasn’t wearing panties and she captured my cock between the heated lobes of her labia. She slid back and forth several times before she lifted her hips and captured my erection inside her.
“Damn, I need this,” she exclaimed.
I needed it too. I put my hands on her hips and guided her as she bounced up and down on my lap. Her orgasm added fluids to our coupling. Ten minutes and another orgasm later, Margaret was tiring. “What do I have to do to get you to cum?” she asked. “Didn’t Gloria leave anything for the rest of us?”
I turned us over on the sofa, put Margaret on her knees and entered her from behind. The change in direction and angle stimulated my erection and, several minutes later, I pumped hot semen into Margaret. Not a lot but enough for now.
“Thank you,” said Margaret as she turned and sat on the sofa. She pulled her skirt under her, probably to avoid staining the cushion.
I held her in my arms for awhile. Eventually, Margaret asked, “Can we go upstairs now?”
We went upstairs together leaving Margaret’s shirt and bra on the floor next to Gloria’s shirt and shorts. We headed for the guest bedroom assuming Claire and Gloria were in the master bedroom. We took off our clothes and curled up together under the covers on the bed.
Margaret is a wonderfully soft and tender woman. My thoughts became fixated on the feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest and her breathing on my neck. It was hard to imagine a more domestic arrangement.
I gently placed her on her back on the bed. I kissed her lips. I fondled and kissed her breasts. I found my way to between her thighs and kissed what I found there. Margaret moaned and her legs came up alongside my head. Margaret had a small orgasm.
I was prolonging Margaret’s pleasure when someone knocked softly on the bedroom door. I paused, moved alongside Margaret, put my head on her abdomen and my hand on her mound. “Come in,” I called.
The door opened. Gloria was standing in the door. She was glowing in her nakedness. “Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” I said. “Where’s Claire?”
“She’s taking a shower,” she answered.
“And you’re not?” I asked.
“I wanted to catch up with Margaret,” she said.
“Margaret?” I asked.
“Yes. She’s the only one I haven’t had sex with today,” she answered without guile.
I looked at Margaret. “I’d love to,” she whispered.
I got out of the bed, walked across the room and kissed Gloria. “You really are beautiful,” I said.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To join Claire in the shower,” I said.
I left the room, closing the door behind me.
I found Claire in the shower off the master bedroom as predicted. The bathroom door was open and she seemed unsurprised to see me. She was equally nonplussed when I stepped into the shower with her.
“I knew you’d come,” she said.
“How did you mean that?” I asked.
She laughed. I loved the way she laughed. I loved the woman who laughed. The thought hit me between the eyes. I really did love this woman. Her divorce had become final last week. I wondered if that had anything to do with how I felt.
We showered. We hugged. We showered some more. We fucked, just for the fun of it and showered more. Eventually, the hot water ran out. Claire sensed it happening and got out of the shower quickly. I wasn’t so intuitive. The cold water hit me full on before I could shut it off. My erection died with the sudden cold. I hadn’t cum and now it didn’t look as if I would soon.
Claire laughed from the under the heat lamps in the drying room next to the shower. I joined her. She graciously hugged me until I was warm again. My erection returned. Claire noticed and led me into the bedroom and the king-sized bed. There was a small cold spot on one side of the bed and we curled up together on the other side.
We made slow, delicious love fed by my realization in the shower. When we were finished over an hour later, Claire kissed me tenderly. “That was different,” she said. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” I said concealing my thoughts.
“I think you do,” she insisted. “Was it Gloria?”
“No. Not Gloria,” I continued to dodge.
“Tell me,” she insisted again.
“I was holding you in the shower. The hot water felt wonderful bouncing off your body and you were laughing,” I said.
“And,” she prompted.
“I love you,” I said simply.
“Oh,” said Claire. “I love you too.”
“No. Not the kind of love that comes with happy times together and good sex. The kind of love that exists without sex. The kind of love that lasts forever. The kind of love that I would die for before I would allow you to be hurt in any way,” I explained.
“I know that. I feel it too. That’s the kind of love I was talking about. That’s the kind of love I felt while we were making love. Not having sex, making love,” she committed.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said. “We have to do nothing.”
“What about Margaret and Gloria?” I asked.
“What about them? They’re a part of us just like were a part of each other.”
“I don’t love them the same as I love you,” I stated.
“Are you sure?” Claire asked.
“I am,” I said. “At least I think I am.”
“Are you sure it will always be that way? That you won’t eventually grow to love them as well?”
“What do you suggest?” I asked.
“Do nothing now. Wait and live with us, all of us, just the way we’ve been together so far, including Gloria,” Claire suggested.
“You don’t have a problem with me and Gloria?” I asked.
“If I did, it vaporized after I spent time with her alone. She’s a real woman, something I might have missed when I thought of her as my daughter. Now I experience her as an adult, with adult thoughts, desires and an adult body. You’ll eventually be there with her,” said Claire.
“I got there before you did,” I told her.
“Everywhere?” Claire asked.
“Except anal,” I told her.
“Damn,” exclaimed Claire.
She got off the bed and told me to get up as well. “Help me to change the sheets,” she ordered.
I didn’t get her drift. “Why?”
“We’re all sleeping together tonight and this is the biggest bed.
I changed the sheets with Claire. By eleven, we were all in the bed together. We moved around to find comfortable positions with each other. I was surrounded by tits and pussy and they all made sure that I was aware of the possibilities.
Everyone, except me, got some sleep that night.
In the morning, we showered together. Claire’s shower was up to the task with three shower heads for four people. I washed three sets of tits and three pussies. My cock and balls were washed three times. We laughed together and splashed each other like teenagers. Neither Claire nor Margaret had seen Gloria and me together and they insisted we give them a demonstration. They had me lay on the shower floor and Gloria squatted over me and lowered herself onto my erection. They played with her tits while we fucked. We quit when the hot water began to run out. This time, Claire managed to turn it off before any real damage was done.
Over the next few weeks, we began to have discussions about living arrangements. We exchanged financial information. Claire had enough income through her family and her divorce to provide unlimited support for Margaret and Claire. Claire was surprised to learn that I had a million dollars a year income and over forty million in investments. We agreed to keep both houses and that I should officially live in my place. That way, Claire told me, I could engage with other women if I was so inclined.
The women would visit me whenever they wanted my company and I would visit them whenever I was invited or lonely. The result was, I was never without an overnight partner and frequently had two or three in my bed at the same time.
It’s been like that for several years. Gloria transferred to a local university so she could live with us and she graduated with honors. We celebrated her success all evening and I spent the night alone with her.
We’ve never had a harsh word for each other, at least not in my presence. We go to theater, movies, dinner and community events together. If anyone has a problem with our ‘family’ they’ve never said anything to us.
There only one potential hurdle. Gloria wants to have a baby. She has no interest in finding a husband in the socially acceptable way and that leaves only one option. Claire, Margaret and I have discussed it several times without a satisfactory conclusion. We all know that, sooner or later, Gloria is going to have an ‘accident’ and moot the issue. If she did, Claire and Margaret would be happy to be ‘grandparents’ and support Gloria and her baby with an abundance of love and care.
Gloria and I have discussed her desire to be a mother in detail. We’ve agreed to have an ‘accident’ together. We haven’t set the date yet but Gloria is preparing already.
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I hope I’ll be ready when she is.
David Adams
Claire Parker
Margaret
Gloria Parker
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