As always, thanks to Kenji for keeping me on track with the editing and carriage returns!
Chapter 23
Going home…
My mind wandered, as I found my spacious seat. I buckled myself in and messaged Maisie. I couldn’t think of anything more to say, but my fingers tapped something innocuous out. The ever-present Victoria slipped by me, her gentle hand on my shoulder again. Her touch brought me round, as I looked up into her fascinating, blue eyes.
“Did you have a nice weekend, Ms Madden?” she asked, her smile pulling me from my reverie.
“It was wonderful, yes. Too quick though,” I sighed. “It was grand to catch up with her, though. To think I have four months of this,” I chuckled.
“I’m sure your girlfriend was pleased to see you, though. I’ll let you get settled, then come by and check on you, okay?” she asked, a gentle, unobtrusive squeeze to my shoulder.
“That’ll be lovely, Victoria. Ta…” I smiled back. I was too confused and tired to flirt…even with her! I needed to wrap my head around this new reality. I needed Maisie, or anyone, to tell me everything would be fine. After all, it was only for four months. I stared out the window, hoping some message would appear in the clouds that would soothe me, or give me the answers I needed.
True to her word, Victoria came by and offered me a drink. It was a welcome gesture, even though it was her job. She saw I was a bit frazzled, my demeanour not quite as upbeat on Friday, and kindly brought me a fresh G&T, remembering my favourite daytime tipple.
“Seems you have a lot on your mind, Chloe. I’ll leave you to your thoughts, but if you need anything…anything at all, just say, okay?” she smiled demurely, the kindness in her eyes hard to miss.
“Sorry, Victoria. I don’t mean to be so standoffish, but it’s been a full-on weekend. Thanks, though,” I smiled, and placed my hand on hers, then slid my fingers slowly over hers, and laid them in my lap. “There’s just a lot going on right now,” I tried to smile.
We landed soon afterwards, Victoria greeting us as we departed the plane.
“See you next Friday, Ms Madden?” she asked.
I clasped her hand stealthily, and whispered, “You will. And thanks again. Sorry I wasn’t a better passenger today,” I smiled, and I headed to the gangplank.
“No need to explain, Chloe, but…thanks,” she said.
Before I knew it, I was back home, my sisters running to me, which made me feel even more guilty. Everyone wanted to know how the weekend was, and how her dad was. I caught up with them, had a quick bite to eat, and headed to bed. I was exhausted. Maisie and I FaceTimed, just to catch up and to see each other. Both of us were so emotionally drained, that we silently decided to forgo our usual playtime. Neither of us mentioned Jo.
My dreams were filled with a surrealistic swirl of a wedding, a shared home…and Maisie making
love to Jo in an airplane. I awoke with a start, not in the least jealous, but filled with desire. I was more certain than ever that I needed my lover to do this, to almost test our shared love. I messaged Maisie with a simple, “I love you,” not certain if it was for my benefit or hers.
We talked every evening, and usually during the day, too. I was able to pull some details from Maisie about her slowly, burgeoning relationship with Jo. There was a subtle reluctance on her part, even though this was our cautious arrangement. She did meet up with Jo for a nice evening out, with her phone on the table at all times, in case her dad contacted her.
Then she shocked me, in the nicest possible way, and adjusted her iPad.
“Jo and I…” she began
“Yeah…go on,” I smirked, my heartbeat rising. I could see her face redden, her beautiful glow accenting her tiny freckles.
“We…we kissed. Finally!” she gushed, and broke into the widest smile.
“So, when and…how was she?” I asked, my eyebrows raised. “Tell me!” I shrieked.
“You really want to know?” she asked.
“Maisie, you know I do, so…tell me!” I gasped.
“Well, I took her to dinner last night, and it was just so relaxed and comfortable and right, and she looked just…stunning, darling. We kept our usual stares and flirting going all through the meal, even tiny little touches of our hands. I knew I was in trouble, leannan. I was thinking of you, of us, and all we’ve talked about and, well, as we left, I pulled her into an alleyway and…kissed her. I wanted her, darling. I mean, really wanted her. Are you okay with this? I can stop talking right now if you’re, well, uncomfortable, okay?” she sighed. “I was aching to tell you, leannan, but decided to try and process what had happened, okay? I’m not hiding anything from you, darling. Ever.”
“Well, I’m so happy for you, mon amour. Now tell me. Everything! You had better not stop!” I chuckled. “Tell me, baby-girl. Was it…good?” I asked, anxious for her informed verdict.
“My God, Chloe. Afyon Escort I could have taken her there and then. She was so soft, so fucking tender, so…demanding, it seemed, and…so damn sexy. The way her fingers touched my face was…indescribable. When her hand wrapped around my waist, she pulled me in. God, I’m wet just saying this to you,” she giggled.
“Show me, mon amour. Show me how wet you are, ‘kay?” I teased, as my free hand delved into my loose boy shorts.
Maisie shimmied around and manoeuvred her iPad down, her glistening pussy in view. For me!
“Mmmm, you’re so bloody sexy!” I sighed. “Tell me, darling. Do you wish she was there right now, hmm? Between your thighs, her breath blowing on your…cunt? Hmm? You want her, don’t you? You want to strip her, don’t you, sweetie? I’ll bet you can’t wait to…play with her, hmm?” I groaned silently.
“Fuck, Chloe. You’re so…so bad, but yes, I want her. I want to taste her, lick her, cum on her. God! I’m…terrible,” she moaned, but her fingers never stopped touching her sweet pussy. “Tell me to stop, Chloe. Tell me you don’t really want me to be naked with her. Please!” she almost pleaded.
“Hmmm. You’re wrong, Maisie. I want you to take her, enjoy her body, taste her, finger her, smell her. I want you to do this, mon amour,” I hissed, my orgasm coming on too quickly. “We…you need this, darling.”
“Ohhh, fuck…Chloe, I’m so sorry, but I want to crawl between her legs and—ohhh—fuck—I—ohhhh—God—just—mumphhh—I…want you—ugggh—to—ohhh—watch!” she screamed, and she came.
“I’ll…I’ll watch you…darling…Watch her…suck…your…sweet…” I moaned, and came with her. “Let me watch, sweetie. Please. Let me. I’ll be good…I…promise!” I breathed harshly. “Don’t…don’t be sorry. You need this, darling.”
We gushed together, my eyes on her lewd wetness, hers on my twisted mouth. I couldn’t even imagine what my Maisie was thinking as she came. Her prospective new lover, or me imagining her seducing this bonny lass. At this point, either would be fine with me.
We helped each other through our climax, and our encouraging words slipped from our mouths, as we connected. When the tremors finally subsided, we broke out in giggles, surprised at this massive turn.
“My…my darling, Chloe,” she gasped. “That was…” and she chuckled, her pussy still throbbing and leaking. “Look what you’ve done to me!” she chuckled, her delicious pussy still oozing her scrummy juices.
I caught my breath and whispered, “Now you have to, Maisie. Please. You have to,” I moaned.
“You’re terrible, missy,” she chuckled. “God, hen…do you really think I should? I mean, it’ll make it real then, aye. You ready for that?” she asked, somewhat uncertain if she wanted to hear my answer.
“Yes, my love. You need this. We both do. Do it…for me,” I smiled.
“We’ll see, darling,” she sighed, as her glorious body relaxed. “I…I shouldn’t be feeling this way, Chloe, but my God, it was…wonderful.”
“Shush!” I said sternly. “You needed this, ‘kay? Just…be careful, all right? Now, do you think she’d, uh, mind if I was there, though?” I asked, again, uncertain if I wanted to hear her words.
“I’d like to do it together, leannan. As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit,” she giggled. “You are enough for me, aye, and it’s not like this will be a regular thing for us, hmm?”
“Definitely not, my love. When you come home, it’s only us, all right? I couldn’t bear to share you then, sweetie. These are, well, extenuating circumstances right now,” I chuckled.
I knew then that the fire I had lit, had taken hold.
“There’s something there, Chloe,” she said, as we vicariously lay next to each other in her bed. “I enjoy her company, definitely, but I’m still unsure about taking things further. I’d…feel better if…you were there,” she sighed.
Hmmm, I hadn’t envisioned this! I thought.
“What about you? Have you, uhm, found a special friend?” she asked, with hesitation.
“No, darling. I know you instigated this for me, you know. I get that, but I have my moms and dad. I’m not looking, all right? If and when, well, I’ll see. I guess we’re alike that way, hmm?” I giggled.
“I…I feel in some way you’re, well, pushing me into this…that you want me to do this. It doesn’t feel completely right to me, though. This, uh, arrangement was more for you than me. Chloe…I’m in love with you. You! Do you get that? Sure, I enjoy my time out with Jo, but I can’t see her as my girlfriend. That place is yours, all right? I…I never needed that year that we often talked about. I didn’t, leannan. Maybe it’s because I have a few years on you, and am secure enough with myself. I don’t know. Now, I’m not going to ‘force’ you with another woman. I just felt, well, a bit insecure. You’re younger and haven’t had the relationships I have. I only wanted you to be certain, darling.”
“Damn it, Maisie. Now I feel like crap. I’m not pressuring Afyon Escort Bayan you, ‘kay? Just…giving you the opportunity if it ever happens. I guess I just want you to be sure, too,” I sighed, hoping I had explained myself. “If you don’t, I’m not going to be disappointed, right? Just…keep that in mind. We won’t talk about this again, ‘kay. If it happens, then we can go through it. Until then, and as always, it’s…us.” I smiled.
Of course, she finally badgered me enough, so I finally told her about my nights with my parents. I was still leery of disclosing everything, but knew if I wasn’t being honest with her, how could I expect the same from her.
We settled in on that second Saturday night together, her dad safely in bed and sleeping. We lay there together, the duvet pulled back, and I began my soft seduction, my fingers slowly wafting over her excited breasts and my lips pursed seductively in her ear.
“So, do you want to hear what my moms did to me that night, hmm?” I whispered. “I know I’ve put this off long enough,” I snickered.
“Mmmm, yes please, leannan,” she murmured, with closed eyes. “Tell me…everything.”
“Well, that first night I did as you asked. I went to my parents’ room. I blame you, mon amour. If you hadn’t gotten me so damn worked up, well…Without knocking, I opened their door and just walked in. God, I was trembling, Maisie. I could barely contain my bloody excitement. Here I thought that my mom wanted me, but when I walked in, she was on top of my daddy, riding him. Damn, Maisie…they looked so beautiful, so…perfect. I stripped my nightclothes off and stood there watching them, three sets of eyes on me. I…I felt so bare…so vulnerable. I asked my mom if she wanted to taste my lips, as I’m sure she tasted me from our, uh, session, but she just chuckled and said she was a bit busy. God, I could feel my face blushing. What a stupid thing to ask! Mom handled it wonderfully, though and said that Emily would be more than happy to help me. Mum pulled back her covers and held her hand out. I rushed to her, Maisie, and she held me like the daughter I have always been to her. I felt, I don’t know, almost shy. What is it with me, Maisie? Why do I feel so, well, small around these strong women? I’m strong, aren’t I? You’ve seen me at work, eh? I’m assertive and vocal, but when I’m alone with a certain woman, well, I change and get all mushy. Just like I am with you, darling. Okay, not always, but you know,” I explained.
“That’s just one of the many reasons we love you, leannan. Embrace it, Chloe. It’s who you are. We’re all a jumble of contradictions. At least you recognise it. We…I wouldn’t have you any other way, right?” she said, and I loved her even more after that. “Anyway…what happened next?” she giggled. “No more stalling!”
My fingers drifted over her breasts, down her stomach and between her open legs. I described in minute detail how my mum, Emily, made love to me, how she held me, touched me, kissed me and how she went down on me, bringing me to an almighty crashing orgasm.
Maisie was beside herself, her hips swivelling about, her hands in my hair, holding me firmly in her loving grip.
“I watched as my parents came together, Maisie. My daddy was fucking her so good, darling. Even though my mum was between my legs, I was torn and watched them. I watched as his cock slid in and out of my mom. God, it was so…beautiful,” I sighed, my fingers sliding through Maisie’s excited pussy. “Mom had her eyes on me, as daddy gushed into her. That, and mum’s tongue, just set me off,” I blushed, remembering the sensations from that evening. “Daddy was so…powerful, so incredibly…” I whispered, Maisie beside herself with these lustful images.
“I…I wish you could have seen them, mon amour. Honestly, the one overpowering thought that was going through my head was…you. Wishing you were there with…us,” I whispered. “Am I a bad girl, Maisie. Hmm? Tell me, sweetie,” I teased her, her hips thrusting up on my fingers, her pussy spilling her scent all over my hand.
“Ohhhh…Chlo—” she moaned, her pelvis almost violently pushing on my fingers, her muscles squeezing and virtually milking them. “You’re…so…bad, darling,” she whimpered, my lips now on her breast, sucking them adoringly. “Ohhh…my baby-girl,” she squealed.
My fingers drifted around her swollen labia, gently touching and soothing her, careful not to let her cum though.
“And then,” I said huskily. “Mom climbed off daddy and moved to me. God, the look in her eyes, Maisie. She brought her fingers to my lips and I tasted…daddy. God, Maisie…he tasted so…strong, so manly. You’ll never guess what mommy did next. Go on, Maisie…guess,” I taunted. I caught myself using the term ‘mommy’ instead of ‘mom.’ It just felt right, and again, tapped into that primal desire of mine.
“I…I don’t know. Ohhh, fuck Chloe… just fucking tell me!” she groaned.
“Mommy asked me Escort Afyon if I wanted to taste my daddy. Fuck, I thought I would cream on Emily’s lips with that one!” I giggled. “I couldn’t answer her, darling. Again, I was too shy, but she knew. God, did she ever know!”
“I…I had no idea, leannan. My…God,” she heaved, her hips moving in sensuous little circles, trying her best to entice me to relieve her. “Did you?” she groaned.
“So…mommy crawled up and held her battered pussy over my face. God, Maisie, daddy’s cum just dripped on my face. It was so…so…fucking amazing. I pulled her hips down, and she made me, actually made me suck her pussy. I…I tasted my daddy, and her, mon amour, for the first time since we got together. It was… too much for me. I came on Emily’s mouth, daddy’s scent on my tongue, mom’s fingers in my hair and mum going down on me,” I smiled, as Maisie was quietly begging for her release. She had one hand pulling my hair, the other jamming my fingers deep inside her.
“But that’s not all, baby-girl. (Again, tapping into Maisie’s submissive side.) Daddy crawled over and he…touched me. His strong, virile hands caressed my little tits. God, he…he…touched me,” I whimpered, the sensations floating back to me. “Ohh, Maisie…let me share this with you, sweetie. I need you to know, to see us, ‘kay?” I shrieked, hoping Maisie’s dad was a sound sleeper.
Maisie held me tight, her body shaking against mine, and she came, her loud grunts filled her room, as she threw her head back and emptied herself on my hand.
“Did you…make love with your daddy?” Maisie asked, her breath ragged, and her libido off any chart now.
I squirmed around on the bed, my hips pressing against Maisie’s, as I admitted, “No. God…I wanted him, Maisie, but he had just exploded in mom, so wasn’t quite ready!” I giggled. “But…I slapped mommy’s butt. She instinctively knew what I needed, and wiped my face one more time, then clambered off. I shuffled around, Emily lifting herself off my pussy, and I stroked his still-hard, creamy cock. I…I sucked him, my love. I…I couldn’t help myself. I needed his beautiful thick cock in my mouth. I needed to taste him, sweetie. My tiny hand slid over his hardness, my mom’s sap still coated on his manly shaft. God, I’m getting wet again just thinking about it,” I groaned. “I…I made him cum again. I felt so, well, proud that I could do that for him. Do you understand, sweetie?”
“Ohh, leanabh-nighean. I get it. You’re so…bad, Chloe,” she whined, her body shivering under my fingers and words, her sodden valley still gushing her juices.
“I was face down, pleasuring myself and daddy, as my moms started to play with my…bum. Ohhh, Maisie…what they did to me! Their hands were all over me, their lips and fingers touching every part of my warm body. Fuck, darling. I need to taste you,” I moaned, and went to crawl down between her legs.
“No, Chloe. NO! Stay here and…tell me more!” she whimpered.
I could only smile and snicker to myself, knowing that Maisie was so enthralled with my erotic, incestual liaison with my parents. We held each other amidst our little giggles, both knowing what buttons to press for each other.
“What am I going to do with you, leannan?” Maisie laughed, her acceptance of my unusual frailty always touched me. We hadn’t really addressed my penchant in ages. We didn’t have to, as we agreed that once Maisie and I were an ‘item,’ those activities would stop…and they had. Easily, actually. It felt liberating in some funny way to be telling Maisie these dark secrets. There was never any judgement. She understood better than most. She knew this was a part of me, and she still loved me, wanted me.
I finally let my love cum, loving the way her body writhed and twisted about, as I fingered her, and suckled her beautiful breasts.
We held each other closer that night, an imaginary bridge had been crossed. To anyone outside, it would seem that we were being unfaithful to each other, but it was nothing like that. This is what we needed for each other. In some strange way, I thought that we were almost ‘testing’ one another. We had already taken that proverbial leap with one another, but this seemed to be the final hurdle. She needed me to be sure, as much as I needed her to be the same. In my rattled head, only then could we truly give ourselves to each other. I should have taken Maisie’s proposal of marriage at face value, but we still needed to clear this nagging doubt.
The next few weeks carried on, every day, her dad getting stronger and more secure with his rehab. I told Maisie that I would need to spend one weekend a month with my sisters, which didn’t surprise her. She had finally asked Jo out again, eager to tell me all about their evening. There was a definite spark there, but neither took the next step. Maisie told me in great detail about their light touches, the kisses, the gropes and the desire. I was disappointed, to say the least! Victoria and I continued our simmering flirtation, neither of us slipping our phone numbers to the other, thereby sealing any doubts. My God, she was a beauty, but I didn’t have that special craving, as I have with Maisie. Or so I told myself.