I awoke a couple of hours later on the floor, still naked, with a pillow under my head and a blanket thrown over me. How sweet of them. As I groggily stood up I could hear the shower going and then cut off. I rubbed my eyes remembering last night. Did that really happen, it was like I was on drugs? Was Clarissa’s milkmaid’s had real? It had to be, I’d never heard of that before so surely I couldn’t have imagined that. I could hear both of their voices coming from the bathroom, I guess they were showering at the same time. They came out of the bathroom, both of them naked and heading towards me.
“Good morning Mike,” said Clarissa very sweetly. “Sorry about leaving to sleep all sticky. You looked so peaceful sleeping we didn’t want to wake you. And I really am sorry for last night, it’s just that sometimes cervical orgasms really get me going and I can lose control.”
“It’s OK. So you two are all good with this?”
This time, Christina chimed in, “Yeah, sorry to have overwhelmed you with all of this. We’re as they say, ‘really close,'” she emphasized. “We’ve had a sexual relationship for some time now. We’re just lucky to have met someone who understands. Oh, and she’s a nudist too. We’re dropping a lot on you sorry.”
“You two will never have to apologize about anything to me. I think it’s sweet and beautiful how close you two are. The incest is a nonissue for me. If you don’t wanna wear clothes, you don’t have to. Please make yourselves at home. I’d give you both a hug as a sign of good faith, but I’m still sticky from last night,” we all laughed at that.
Christina laughed looking at the mess they made of me last night. “Go jump in the shower and we’ll have this placed cleaned up with breakfast ready when you get out,” she was amused at aftermath of sexual destruction her and her daughter had unleashed on me.
True to their word, the place was cleaned with breakfast ready. When I came out, Clarissa was seated, absently eating while reading a textbook. Christina was combing Clarissa’s hair into a ponytail. They looked like sisters, not mother and daughter. They both looked up at me and smiled. Christina pointed to a plate of breakfast across from them, “That’s for you.”
“Thanks,” I smiled back. It’s gonna be a good day. I ate my breakfast looking at the both of them. Clarissa had shoulder length black hair with long bangs. Her face had small features, she had a very ethnic Latina, American Indian feyness to her. Her skin was darker than her mother and was the same tone all over. Her breasts were identical to her mothers. In spite of being 19, she was built quite petite. Being that they were both so petite, they still shopped for clothing in the teen’s section. It’s why their clothing seemed so juvenile. When Christina was done with her hair, she went to their bedroom and came back with a pair pink panties, a white halter top, pink t-shirt, jean shorts, and sandals.
“Alright young lady, time to get dressed for school.” Clarissa didn’t say a word. She stood up and stepped to the side of the table, moved her book so she could keep reading, placed her hands on the surface of the table and spread her feet slightly like she was gonna get searched by a cop. With that, her mom knelt down and one leg at a time placed her panties on, and then the shorts. Clarissa sat back down but placed both her hands up, to which her mom then placed on the white halter top and then the pink t-shirt, while still reading her book. Finally, Christina knelt down and strapped the sandals on her daughter’s feet. Not one second after that did the alarm on Clarissa’s phone go off.