Chapter 9
LIKE DAUGHTER, LIKE MOTHER
At ten-thirty Mike and I were in his bed together. We were both tired, but we knew we could make love again soon and we contented ourselves with kissing and touching, before settling ourselves for sleep. Mike kissed me good night, the warm, naked length of his body next to me.
"Sorry, Mike," I murmured, "brought some sexy clothes to show you. In the morning, OK?"
"Fine, honey, just sleep now. I've set my alarm for five, so you can sneak back into Louise's room."
I don't remember any more until something woke me and I sat up next to Mike and looked straight into the astonished face of Mrs.. Lawson, who looked at me in horror, her hand to her mouth, then fled from the room.
"What was that all about?" I said to Mike, confused, still only half awake.
"She asked me to fuck her," Mike said, a rueful expression on his face. "Said Mr.. Lawson was asleep, she was feeling horny and she'd come to show me the other one."
"Other what?" I said, confused.
"Tit," he said. "Remember when she dived into the pool this afternoon?"
"Yes, so?"
"Her bikini top slipped when she dived," said Mike. "When she came up beside me, her left tit was hanging out. She tucked it back in and asked me if I'd enjoyed the view. I told her yes, she was a beautiful woman."
"So she came here hoping to get you to follow up on the compliment. Come on, Mike, we have to go after her!" I said urgently. I shook my head. "The poor woman must feel terrible, finding me in your bed." I scrambled out of bed and held my hand out to Mike. "Come on!"
We found Eve Lawson on the big couch in the basement family room, sobbing. I sat down beside her and put my arms around her, hugging her.
"Please don't cry, Mrs. Lawson, please don't."
That produced a wail from Eve Lawson. "Oh, Carly, I'm so ashamed of myself." She sniffed. "I have no excuse. I was asking Mike to make love to me, because Jack was asleep and I was feeling horny." She wailed again. "What was I thinking of? Oh, god, what must the two of you think of me?"
I decided to take a chance, and laughed. I wasn't sure what Mrs. Lawson might say, but we had nothing to lose. "I don't know about Mike, but speaking personally, I think you showed fucking good taste," I said, hugging Eve Lawson again, hoping I'd said the right thing.
There was a stunned silence, before she spoke again in a tiny voice. "What did you say?"
I put my fingers under her chin and gently turned the tear-stained face towards me, smiling at the older woman. "I said, I think you showed fucking good taste."
A fleeting smile flickered across Eve Lawson's face. "Carly Talon, what would your mother say?"
Yeah, I wonder. "She's not here, thank goodness, because she'd probably say 'gimme' and push me out of the way, but you are, half naked. So is Mike, but he's completely naked, see, and he has a magnificent prick. Which, by the way, he used on me earlier, delightfully so I might add, so I will not be jealous if he uses it on you now. On one condition."
"What?" asked Eve Lawson dazedly, wiping her eyes with a wisp of handkerchief from the pocket of her robe.
"That you let me stay and watch, and maybe kiss those beautiful tits that you're trying to hide. You can show me what I need to do to please Mike in the future."
I caught a brief sight of Mike's prick. I don't know if it was my suggesting to Mrs.. Lawson that Mike might fuck her after all, but it was definitely thickening and stiffening. I gently turned Mrs.. Lawson's head towards Mike.
"Look," I said, "isn't it magnificent? And it's for you." Behind Eve Lawson, I tried to mime 'say yes' to Mike. He nodded slightly and I relaxed, drawing my hand across my brow in exaggerated relief, smiling at his sudden grin.
Eve Lawson was studying Mike's prick as if she'd never seen one before and under her intense scrutiny and, I guess, my encouragement it was rapidly approaching its full extent. Eve sighed heavily and looked up at Mike. "I don't like to beg, Mike, but will you please, for goodness sake, fuck me with that thing?"
He sat down beside her and took her hand, squeezing her fingers gently. "You said you were going to show me the other one," he said, "but you left the room so quickly I never got the chance."
Eve Lawson laughed, and shrugged her robe back off her shoulders, letting it drop on the couch behind her. She looked lovely in the dim light of the room, full figured, high curving, deep dipping lovely. She arched her back to emphasize her tits. They were worth the emphasis.
"So, Mike, do you still think I'm beautiful?" she asked playfully.
Mike didn't answer, just reached out slowly, giving her plenty of time to pull away, and cupped her left tit, running his thumb over the suddenly hard pucker of her nipple and the little goose-bump area surrounding it. She shuddered and put her hand over his. My own nipples were standing like pebbles now and there was a huge lump in my throat from the sexual tension.
Mike reached for her and she moved straight into his arms. He kissed her, put both arms around her and hugged her, then slid his hands down to her panties. She raised herself so that he could get them off and he slid them down her legs and off. I could smell her heat and excitement from where I was, so Mike must have, too.
"Come on, Michael, honey," she whispered. "Put that lovely prick of yours in my pussy."
She ran her fingertips lightly the length of Mike's prick and moaned deep in her throat. Mike was sort of half-kneeling by the couch now and Eve slid down so that her ass was on the edge of the seat and spread her legs. Even from where I sat I could see that Mrs.. Lawson has a beautiful pussy. She was wet, and I mean wet, her pussy juices trickling down the crack of her ass. Mike lined himself up and eased forward and I watched fascinated, as Mrs.. Lawson's pussy lips spread themselves to take him. Holy mackerel! Straight in! Did I look like that when Mike fucked me?
"Oh, Michael, baby! Oh, God! That is lovely! That is fucking wonderful," she whispered hoarsely. "Now fuck me, honey, fuck me!"
Mike started to move, and it seemed to me that he was concentrating more on pleasing her than in gaining any pleasure himself. I laughed to myself, my fingers busy playing lightly over my pussy. Of course he's getting pleasure! Mike lengthened his stroke, and it seemed to me as I watched that he was trying to get the most prick possible into her pussy.
"Am I doing this right for you?" he whispered. Idiot, I thought, of course you are!
"You're d-o-i-n-g j-u-s-t g-r-r-e-e-a-a-t-t-t!" she said, starting to shake, giving a quivery moan. See, I told you! I hadn't noticed at first, but her hand was at her pussy and she was stroking her clit. Her trembling was exciting me and I could see that Mike seemed to be getting close.
"Eve," he said urgently, "I think I'm going.. . "
She screamed tightly and shook violently, as her climax took her over the brink.
". . .to come," he finished, gasping, clutching her, breathing heavily, his hips jerking in the reflex motion I love so much.
They clung to each other for a minute or two, and then she pushed him back gently. His prick disengaged itself from her pussy with a faint 'plop' and he pulled himself up and collapsed on the seat beside her. She leaned across and kissed his ear, and I just heard her whispering, "thanks, Mike, honey. I needed that." She turned to me who, despite my stated intentions, had been a quiet and enthralled spectator and held her arms out. I moved forward into the embrace and we hugged each other wordlessly, until Eve gently disengaged and kissed me lightly on the lips.
"You took a chance, young lady, coming down here dressed like that." Eve grinned, indicating my nakedness.
"I had to," I said, "I could never have forgiven myself for the way you must have been feeling when you found me in Mike's bed." I gave her a crooked smile. "Mrs. Lawson, I hope," I began, but she put a gentle finger across my lips.
"Call me Eve, honey."
"Eve, I hope you'll forgive me."
"For what? Getting me the finest fuck I've had this week? Or this month come to that. Jack's good, very good, but he's been tired lately, with the refurbishment at the gallery." She shrugged. "I don't really know what I was thinking of, coming into Mike's room like that. I guess I liked the way he looked at me in the pool and called me beautiful."
"You are," Mike said softly.
"Yeah, and I'm over twenty tears older than you, young man. I don't know what it is about you, Mike, but by God you made me feel good when you fucked me." Eve smiled.
"He does me, too," I said, taking Eve's hand and squeezing her fingers.
"And how long has this been going on between you two?" Eve asked, mock-severely.
I was startled when I worked it out. "Tuesday afternoon was the first time." I shook my head. "It feels like forever."
Eve laughed. "So you're still at the exploration stage, finding out about each other's bodies. I wish you joy of it, children, much joy." She sighed, but it was a sigh of contentment. "Back to bed with you both. Carly, if you want to stay in Mike's bed, you can. I won't say anything to your Mom, I promise, but can I ask you something?"
"Sure," I said.
"Were you virgin until Tuesday?" Eve's voice was gentle.
"Yes," I said.
"Are you going to tell your Mom that you've misplaced your cherry?"
"I am. I promised Mom that if and when it happened I would tell her." Yeah, and when the moment is right, I will.
"Wise, I think. It's surprising how helpful mothers can be at times like this," Eve said musingly. "Louise?" she began, then stopped. "No, I won't ask about Louise, it isn't fair on you." Relief shot through me. What could I have said, anyway? Oh, Eve, Louise fucked Mike and then she fucked Geoff. No, I don't think so.
She stood and stretched, a naked woman in her prime, content in herself, then bent and picked up her robe, donning it and stuffing her panties into the pocket. "Come on," she said, "back to bed. I'll go first, in case anyone is prowling about."
Five minutes later, Mike and I were tucked up in his bed together, with Eve's parting words still fresh. 'If anyone asks,' she'd said, 'tell them I caught you and we had a long chat'. She'd grinned. 'It's only the truth after all'.
"Not quite what I'd planned for you tonight," I murmured, my fingers playing with the hair above Mike's ear, "but interesting all the same." I kissed him. "Any chance of me getting what you gave Eve?"
"Every chance," he said, "but I do need some rest first."
"Okay," I said, "I'll wake you in the morning for my first pre-breakfast fuck. Good night again, love."
"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams."