With Christina’s head on the arm rest supported by a pillow, Clarissa would lay in her embrace and they would have pillow talk while tangling their legs.
“How is school going,” asked Christina while caressing her daughter’s body?
In between light kisses to her mother’s neck, “It’s going really good.” She resumed kissing below Christina’s chin slowly making progress to her pink lips. “In fact, it’s going better with Mike. He’s a been a real big help.” She brought her head up and waved over to me.
“Anytime,” I responded, smiling back to her.
Clarissa and her mother then began to sensually make out. I always felt privileged and loved that they openly shared their relationship with me.
Clarissa broke away, and playfully pinched her mother’s now hard nipple, “Do you miss work at the diner?”
“Hell no,” she said instantly. “No more smelly food. No more stupid uniform or sore feet and angry customers.”
“I liked the uniform,” I threw in.
“I still have it and the shoes,” she said playfully. “Maybe I’ll wear it again for you some day. It still has all the stains, to make it authentic.”
We all laughed at the thought.
They resumed their kissing. Not directly on the lips, but against each other’s cheeks, just out of reach. They made soft cooing sounds, while their hands roamed each other.
“Oh, I won the scholarship for the university! So, once I finish this last semester at the community college, it’s on to university.” Raising a fist in the air, “Bachelors here I come!”
“Honey, congratulations,” said Christina as we both applauded.
“Thanks, but I couldn’t have done it without both of you.” Clarissa hugged her mother tighter and began rubbing her skinny legs against her mother’s equally slim legs. Their loving relationship was closer than any mother and daughter could be. It strengthened them, it strengthened us.
They lay in each other’s embrace kissing and giving playful pinches. Hands, feet, lips and hair would entangle each other for the rest of the night as soft moans escaped them. Sometimes this would erupt into full blown sex. But other times, they simply basked in the warmth of each other until they fell asleep. I enjoyed nights like these. I’m in love with Christina and Clarissa.
And that was the small grain of sand. I had feelings for both Christina and Clarissa. And I think they have the same feelings towards me. Initially I just went with the flow subconsciously assuming our relationship would meld into myself and Christina taking mother and father roles with Clarissa being the daughter. Instead what happened is that we all became equals, we were all lovers. Not even Christina and Clarissa, whom were mother and daughter, seemed to be mother and daughter. When you factor in their physical and emotional relationship, they were not even sisters. They were lovers. We were lovers and in the privacy of our happy home, it was a non-issue. The question never entered our minds until we found ourselves in public.
It was a Friday morning, Christina and I were working towards finishing off the final touches on what was a large project for my biggest client.