A Fantasy About Love

by Opal Cole

  Eileen looked at us, glanced at her tiny bikini, and decided it might be too dangerous to step into the water. Maureen gave me a kiss and swam off. I followed her and grabbed her feet. She yelled in surprise and turned around, throwing water at me. "What do you think you are doing, you fiend?"

  Ducking her I said: "Having fun" and when she came up sputtering, I tickled her. She screamed. "Mom, help me! I am being drowned by this maniac! I need help! He tickles me!"

  I heard Eileen jumping into the water behind me and she asked me: "Can I help you tickle my daughter? She deserved this for a long time, but I could not do it on my own. So let´s enjoy ourselves! You take the upper part, and I the lower part."

  Maureen was completely overwhelmed and fighting for her life - striking out at me and pushing her mother with her feet. We were all laughing crazily and for a while, chaos reigned. Hands were all over the place, touching, grabbing, pulling, and pushing. When we stopped out of breath, I took both women in my arms and said: "I adore you! This has been so much fun!"

  Maureen looked at, suddenly grinning widely. She pointed with her eyes at her mother and I saw that in our fun fighting, her bra had vanished. She was standing there topless without realizing it. It was a sight to behold. Her breasts were fuller than Maureen´s, but as firm and standing up, with her nipples hard from the water and the excitement. Maureen´s breasts were smaller, just a wonderful handful for me; Eileen´s would be more than a handful, but as rewarding. She looked down and shrieked. "Maureen! James!" and covered her breasts with her arm.

  Politely I looked away, but I heard Maureen saying "Mom, nothing happened! You just lost your bra. Are you ashamed of yourself? Are you embarrassed because it happened in front of us? I'm your daughter and you've said that James is family. Remember the many time you, Dad and I were nude here at this pool? Is there anything wrong in showing your body to us? I enjoy seeing you this way and I'm certain James has also enjoyed it without any depraved thoughts. Mom, it's just us!"

  There was a moment of silence and somebody touched me to turn me around. Eileen looked at me, with her arms still covering her breasts. She saw my sincere admiration and slowly lowered her arms. She stepped forward and leaned her head on my shoulders.

  "Hold me for a moment!" I put my arms around her and pulled her closer. It was a wonderful feeling - a beautiful woman pressing her body into mine, her breasts against mine, and an overall feeling of happiness.

  Maureen stepped in also and embraced us both. "You are the two people I care most about in this world and I want you to be comfortable with each other and relaxed in each other´s presence. Please?"

  I opened my arms and pulled Maureen in also and gave her a loving kiss. Eileen watched us and when we finished that kiss, she turned her face to me and wanted one, too. I complied happily and then we got out of the water. I expected Eileen to vanish, but she walked with us to the chairs and stayed with us - topless, but content. I looked at Maureen, but she said: "You lost your chance in the water, buddy. Next time think faster!"

  Eileen saw me glancing at her. "James, enjoy the view while you can. This is the first and the only time you'll see me this way. It was a onetime moment and I forgot where I was. I like the way you look at me and you can continue to do this openly and don´t have to hide your feelings, but this is today and this moment. It reminds me of the days with my husband and for a moment I felt like a woman again, loved and wanted. Thank you, James, and thank you, Maureen, for letting this happen."

  She leaned back, stretching lazily, which made all kind of wonderful things to happen to her body. Maureen coughed and asked when we would have lunch since it was already past noon. Eileen jumped up - and again everything moved in the most pleasant way - and said "I will prepare the food and James, light up the barbeque. Maureen, get a decent red, but it does not have to be outstanding. Off, everybody to your tasks!"

  I pulled up Maureen and went to the barbeque as ordered, but could not avoid looking back as Eileen walked towards the house. She smiled at me and as a last gesture, pushed out her breasts proudly - a sight that would be in my memory for a long time. Maureen hit me on the arm, asking who I would prefer to look at - her or her mother. That was a question that had only one answer. "I will always look at you. You're the woman I love and cherish, but I've to admit that this moment with your mother was unexpected and magical. The woman I was told terrifying stories about is not the same woman I saw yesterday and today, and it was you who pushed us together. You said 'Go with the flow'. I like her and she is an interesting and lovely woman, but you're my love, not she. Just remember what she said: that for a few moments she had felt happy and loved again. We did good, my darling."

  "I'm fine as long as you have your priorities right. Go and get the barbeque ready - I'm hungry."

  I saw the barbeque area when we went to the pool: it was semi-professional, with everything one could want: the grill itself, grades that could be lifted or placed closer to the fire, a fridge, whatever one required. I had some practice with barbeques living in the States for two years and everything was ready when the two ladies arrived with the steaks and the wine. I had pulled a shirt over my body because burning sparks can hurt. Maureen had not changed, and Eileen had thrown a short cover over her bikini. For a moment I wondered when she had recovered the bra, but her first movement showed that her breasts were unrestrained and at the right moment and against the light, visible again.

  I looked at Maureen, but she nodded in agreement - she had probably had a conversation with her mother in the kitchen and everything was alright. Looking at her mother again, she grinned and left for a moment, coming back smiling and wearing a little, almost transparent top. When she turned around, I could see her breasts clearly, with her nipples very visible. Eileen stared at her, but before she could speak anything, Maureen said "You said that there was no discrimination in this house. That goes both ways, Mom!"

  I was in paradise: two beautiful women in front of me, both exciting and sexy, and I could observe the views as much as I wanted!

  The food was good, the wine was good, and the company was excellent. We talked about everything: music, opera, art, politics, cars, Australia; the only thing not mentioned was business.

  When we finished, I helped to clear up and standing in the kitchen, Eileen said that we should all have a shower and perhaps meet again in twenty minutes to have a drink? Maureen looked at her and shook her head. Thirty minutes? Another shaking of the head and Eileen gave up and said to call her when we were ready. She might even lie down a while, as the morning had been exhausting for her, especially emotionally.

  Maureen took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedrooms. I looked back and Eileen was grinning, saying "Enjoy yourselves, children. Remember that James' flight is at six o´clock!"

  She led me to her bedroom and when I said that my luggage was in the guest room, she pulled me into her room. It was nicely decorated, with feminine touches all over. A wide window overlooking the garden, a gold and rose wallpaper with a delicate flower design, a big stuffed animal on her bed, and a nice easy chair to relax. A few books, a laptop, a big wardrobe, posters of art exhibitions (and one presenting Joan Sutherland in 'Norma'. How did she get this one so fast?), and pictures of a dog and some family on the wall gave me an indication how she lived.

  Closing the door, she turned and kissed me hard, opening her lips and inviting my tongue into her. Her own tongue battled with mine and she moaned. She broke away and mumbled "It has been so long since you gave me a decent kiss, not just a little buzz. Please, James, kiss me". And so I did, with enthusiasm and fervor, and great enjoyment. When we came up to breathe, she smiled and said that this was better now. Looking at me with a devious smile she said this could be improved still, however. Pulling my shirt over my head, she turned around and said "Take it off, James." It was easy to pull the little cover off her shoulders: it fell away to present her proud breasts. "Go on, love."

  She wriggled her hips a bit and I got the message - pus
hing her panties down to her feet and making her step out of them was a task of few moments. She came back into my arms and I could feel her hard nipples hitting my chest; she led me to her bed, got up and knelt down in front of me. Taking my trunks and pulling them downwards, she freed my penis and taking it into her hands, kissed it on the tip. I pushed her gently and she fell slowly on her back.

  For the second time I saw my love in all her glory, drop dead gorgeous - she was the most perfect woman I had ever seen. Her lustrous hair around her face, her eyes shining, her lips smiling with her tongue coming slowly out and licking her lips in anticipation of good things to come, her breasts standing up with her nipples hard and small, her tight stomach disciplined through many exercises, her legs long, well-toned and tanned, and her pussy being pushed forward, asking for a kiss.

  I leaned down and kissed my way from the head to her lips, where I stayed for a while - to her breasts, where I stayed even longer, and her arms went around my neck and held me close. She was very sensitive and when I sucked her nipple into my mouth and teased the other breast with my fingers, she started to shake and quiver. I felt her cumming and I was very proud to be able to give her such satisfaction. I went farther south, tickled her belly button and slowly brushed her mound. Opening her legs to give me easier access to her pussy, I used the chance to lick her outer lips up and down. She wriggled her hips and said "Deeper, James." Her eyes closed and she moved her hips a bit upwards, letting me open her lips with my finger and pushing my tongue in deeper. She moved her body up and down over my tongue and I searched for her clit. The little nub pushed into my mouth and I started to tease it with my tongue.

  She moaned and whispered "More, James. Faster, James." I bit down on her clit gently, explored every place I could find, and when I pushed my tongue as deep as possible into her folds she exploded, twisting her body and pulling my head so fast into her junction that I could not breathe. She trembled and her juices jetted into my mouth. It was wonderful to taste her, a bit sweet and salty, a bit creamy and the best part of it: there was a lot of it. I swallowed everything and stayed until she relaxed, and I could breathe again.

  She pulled me up and hugged me desperately. "James, I love you so much. You make me so happy. Take me - I want to be yours."

  I almost fell for the temptation to take her right now and possess her forever, but this was not what I had promised.

  "Darling, I love you, too, but remember what we had promised each other? I would only take what was freely given and you are in no condition to decide the rest of your life in an erotic haze. If the story your mother told me is true, this will define your life forever - and I don't want you to make a mistake at this moment. Come to me to Sydney next weekend; you will have a week to decide and you could even discuss this with your mother; but if you came, I would know that this is what you want for the rest of your life, and not just for an erotic moment."

  I took her in my arms and held her very close. She took a deep breath and sat up. "James, you are evil, very evil. How can you get me into this situation and then withdraw with a speech of promises and honor? Don't you think I know what I am doing? I want you. I want you now!"

  "Maureen darling, you don't know how much it costs me to keep my promise, but I wanted to look at my mirror and your face and see that I did the right thing; I gave you time to reflect and decide. You will always be in my arms and in my heart - just do it for the right reason."

  She looked at me for a long time and then she hit me - and not gently, either.

  "I hate you, James. I love you, but right at this moment I really hate you." and hit me again.

  "Let's see what you'll do in an erotic moment, as you so easily said..." and pushed me back onto the bed. She kissed me briefly and then went wandering down my body, kissing and licking every spot. My shaft jumped when finally she arrived at her goal, she took me into her mouth. I said that I was already very close and that she should be careful. "The only thing I am going to be careful about is to see that I don't miss a drop." She began to lick the head, moving the tip of her tongue up and down, smearing a steady stream of juice across the now shimmering head. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she sucked the head back inside.

  I started to moan and pushed my head forwards deeper into her mouth. She let this happen for a moment and then withdrew her mouth and looked at my shaft. She resisted my wish to draw her closer to my penis or move faster. Maureen wanted to tease me, draw it out and let me wait for my release. When she finally let me cum, I exploded right into her face, and it was a full load. There were white, creamy drops all over her face, in her hair, and a big one on her nose threatening to fall down any moment. She smirked and said "Payback is nice, isn't it? 'Erotic moment' did you say?" She wiped all the cream into her face and body and smiled contentedly.

  I leaned back and she climbed on top of me, covering me with hers. It was a wonderful sentiment, feeling the weight of her body, her breasts pushing down into me, and her legs wrapped around me. She leaned forward to kiss me, but suddenly stopped. "Will you kiss me when I have your cum on my lips and in my mouth?"

  "I don't see why not; I have your cum in mine." She kissed me passionately, but with a lot of tenderness. We kissed for a long time.

  She snuggled into me and relaxed as she seemed to be exhausted, mentally and physically. Moving around a bit until she had found the right position, she closed her eyes. "I'm so happy, James, but don't forget: I hate you, too!"

  Suddenly, she lifted her head. "And what did you say about coming to Sydney next week?"

  "I shall be very busy next week, but plan to finish my work on Thursday. I could take off at Friday noon and probably take the Monday off, too. How about coming to my flat and staying with me over the weekend? I can cook your dinner on Friday night, and we can have a long conversation and fool around. We ca'n do whatever you want over the weekend - stay at home and fool around even more, go to the zoo, whatever you want. The only moment I want to have is a dinner at Luigi's. He told me to keep you when we left, and I want to show him that I followed his advice. What do you think?"

  The only answer I received was an arousing kiss, and some movements of her body that seemed to wake up my erection again. "Darling, at what time will you be home on Friday? There are several flights in the morning to Sydney and I don't want to miss one minute with you."

  "Maureen, I cannot promise an exact time, but I´ll give you my keys and the codes to the building and to my apartment. If I cannot make it to the airport to pick you up, you can go directly to the apartment and make yourself comfortable. Bring some dresses to go out, and something just for you and me, for me to look at you and see you in all your splendor, and for you to present your charms. You might even decide not to wear anything, if it so pleases you ... It would please me greatly..."

  She leaned back. "I shall be there on Friday before lunch. I'll give you my flight number and wait for you to tell me whether you make it to the airport, but don't worry, I shall be very comfortable in your apartment and will be waiting for you. Just hurry - you'll be sorry for every minute you will be late."

  She kissed me again and placed my hand on her breast. "Life is wonderful. Isn't it?"

  Suddenly, there was a sparkle in her eyes, and she asked: "Are they as pretty than mother's?"

  This was a question I could only lose. Whatever I responded, and considering the smile on her lips, it would be intentionally misinterpreted. Better to stop this situation in the beginning.

  "Maureen, what do mean with this question? Do you want me to compare you with your mother? You are two completely different women. Do you want to talk about what happened this morning? Are you certain? Are you willing to hear something you perhaps do not like?"

  She looked at me and thought for a long time.

  "My relationship with my mother has had its problems; when Dad died, I went into a downward spin and she had to recover me in a police station. It has improved over the last year and has improved drastically si
nce I came back from Sydney. She´s still mentally fragile and today was the first time I saw her happy and relaxed. We had a lot of fun together - my Dad, Mom and I. They were teasing each other relentlessly and they were sexually active; occasionally he just picked her up at the pool and vanished upstairs with her. She always came back smiling and content. As I told you, we did not mind being nude in front of each other: it was natural for us. And then Dad died in that horrible accident, and Mom died with him. It was horrible how she closed up and became a cold and efficient business woman, without any care for her daughter. And I died slowly, too. I was lucky that in my early years Mom and Dad brought me up with solid ethical and moral standards; If I had not had that solid base, I don't know where I would have ended up."

  She closed her eyes, remembering those bad moments.

  "And then you came along. I opened up - against my will at the beginning - and you made me happy and coming back to life. You did things to me that I had not imagined I would allow anybody to do with me: you kissed me, kissed my body, kissed my breasts - and I gave them willingly to you - and you made me feel appreciated as a woman, wanted as a woman, and courted relentlessly, but in a respectful way. When I left, I knew I wanted to see you again."

  Now her eyes were open again, looking at me with hope and joy.

  "When my mother saw me coming into the house, she asked immediately what had happened. It was an interrogation and I did not like it, we had a big fight and suddenly we broke down crying in each other's arms. That was the opening we had been looking for a long time and luckily, we were both ready to use it. I told her about you, how you had treated me with respect and appreciation, how we went to the opera and I saw you starting to cry, and how happy I had been those two days. I told her how funny you could be - the freckle hunting split her up, but I told her only about the theoretical assumptions you invented, but not about the practical execution; that would have been a bit early, and how much I wanted to see you again. And suddenly, we had recovered our mother-daughter relationship again. It was wonderful to have someone I could talk with, tell her the dreams I had about you, hear some advice, and being held by a mother who loved me again."