That evening when I got home I was able to let Jean know I’d bought some massage oil and suggested to her that she might like to relax some time after dinner. Her eyes sparkled with mischievous lust. She suggested I come by her room when it looked like the girls were in their rooms for the night.
Her bedroom reflected her soft feminine taste, a cool place for rest and relaxation. She turned the radio on low with appropriate mood music. The lighting came from a reading lamp. We placed a large fluffy towel in the middle of the bed, to protect against oil spills, on which Jean lay face down. My hands were slow as I began my massage on her taut neck, shoulders and back. When I reached her buttocks I increased the eroticism of my touch. My fingers stroked up and down the crack of her arse, circled the puckered rosebud of her anus. Jean’s body responded. My wandering soft touch along her pudendum as I massaged the back of her thighs increased her sighs. I worked my hands along the back of her legs to her feet. She made most encouraging noises as I rubbed the oil into each foot, and each and every toe.
She rolled onto her back. Again my work over her arms, neck, breasts and belly was slow and steady. Much to her chagrin I gave her pussy no direct stimulation as my hands kneaded the muscles of one thigh, down the leg to her foot. As I worked my way back up her other leg she understood my method. This time I let the fingers of both hands completely explore her pussy as I knelt beside her. With one set of fingers I touched, teased, stimulated her clitoris. A couple of fingers on the other hand penetrated her vagina, rotated slowly into her, fucked in and out of her, opened her up as her muscles relaxed in lust and want. My efforts became easier. Soon Jean was asking me to put more of my fingers in her, to fill her cunt with my hand. Wanton lust took over her body. She lifted herself up at my hand. Her nipples were long, erect. She climaxed throatily, noisily. As she came down off her cloud I sat back on my haunches and watched her. She looked up at me and asked me to fuck her quickly, now, hard. Being a gentleman I readily complied!
Later when I left her room I asked her to spend the next day thinking about how we might pleasure each other in the evening. I suggested she think about a sixty-nine, with her on top. She said she had no experience at it but was willing to try.
Next day that plan was shattered. Jean phoned me at work to tell me her mother was ill and she needed to visit her urgently in the city, and would be away for a few days. To be fair Jean gave me the option of moving to a motel, or staying at the farm with the girls. Of course I said I’d stay and help her daughters. She assured me the girls would look after me as the houseguest, but would I mind occasionally driving Serena to a few social events. It was no problem. Jean departed reassured all would be well on the home front.
Simone and Serena had mixed feelings about their mother’s hurried departure. Jean had told them about her offer to me to move to other accommodation, but they were happy that I’d decided to stay. They were even happier when I said I could amend my working hours to give them a hand with the farm and household chores, including some cooking. Banter between the three of us soon had them cheerful and optimistic enough to generally discuss what mischief they might be able to get up to in their mother’s absence. Both reminded me that Jean had told them both to look after me, said with leers that made me wonder.