Chapter 2775 - EVELYNc

It all started when I was twenty nine living alone in my own apartment, having very few friends in my life, no close ones, just mainly acquaintances at work. My job, employed as a stock market analyst was very satisfying even though I was a backroom boy and never dealt with the clients. I studied the stock market to determine which shares would rise and which would fall then pass that information onto the two partners who would advise their clients to sell or buy. Although I say it myself I was very successful at predicting the markets trend.

There was sexual frustration in my life, partly satisfied by watching videos as I scanned through the porn sites, mainly weekends although some week nights. I was beginning to realize that my sexual preferences were beginning to change. I seemed to be concentrating more on mother son and mother daughter relationships and it wasn't the final sexual act that I found stimulating it was the seduction. The chase, the son pursuing the mother persuading her to fall in love with him so he could bed her. With the mother daughter I wasn't too concerned who pursued whom I just enjoyed the seduction and if there was satin involved so much the better. Even though I enjoyed them I wasn't so naïve as to think these videos weren't scripted, but there was always that thought that somewhere out there in real life it happens.

One Saturday night I was enjoying a video, well as much as you can when all these advertisements keep popping up of local ladies advertising their services. Just for a couple of seconds I was stunned when a picture of a woman appeared on the screen who was so much like my mother, I thought it was her. Listed as Evelyn sitting there in a blue satin dress with the top three buttons undone displaying the rather deep cleavage of her magnificent breasts with one side of the dress pulled up showing the top of her thighs. With her large breasts and wide hips she could have been my mother's twin sister, not quite identical but certainly a twin. In my eyes Evelyn was beautiful and looking sexy in that satin dress and I just sat there looking at her picture, the video forgotten, struggling in my mind whether to contact her or not. I watched the curser as it scrolled back and forth across a little 'Call Me' button on her web page, as if it had a mind of its own. According to the details on her advertisement she lived about five miles from me, suddenly the mouse took charge and with the curser hovering over the button clicked on it. You have to realize that my computer system was quite old and was not fitted with a web cam, which at that time I found a blessing. Suddenly on the screen there she was.

'Hello I'm Evelyn what should I call you?'

I was extremely nervous in fact I was shaking. I typed. 'Dan my names Dan Richards.'

'Well Dan I can't see or hear you.'

'No sorry I don't have a web cam or a microphone' I thought that would be the end of our conversation, but no.

'Well that makes things a little difficult but it's not the end of the world. May I ask you a few questions?'

'Yes of course' I was beginning to calm down and able to get a better look at Evelyn, she looked just like her picture and was wearing the blue satin dress, looking like she was sitting on her bed in the bedroom. It could have been a film set of course.

'How old are you Dan?'

'29'

'Are you married?'

'No'

'Do you live with someone?'

'No'

'Do you have a girlfriend?'

'No'

'Do you have a boyfriend?'

'No, certainly not.'

'So how do you get your kicks?'

'Mainly from porn sites'

'So what do you like watching?'

I told her about surfing through the porn sites and the mother son, mother daughter videos I like watching.

'What about your parent's, are you close, do they live near you?'

'My father died about ten years ago my mother lives on her own about 200 miles away I phone her every week and visit one weekend in every month.'

'Who moved away from whom?'

Evelyn was so easy to talk to, if you consider typing, talking, I knew the whole story was going to come out sooner or later so it might just as well be sooner.

'I had a girlfriend in high school, Helen, we stayed together through college, and it seemed inevitable that we would marry, everyone was expecting it. I thought I loved her, I thought she loved me, so we got married. After 18 months I realized that I had made a big mistake by marrying her, not that it was her fault, it was me it was how I felt. So I made up my mind to remain married because I thought she loved me. Three years after our marriage I found out she was having an affair with a partner from a rival company who, compared with my circumstances was rich. It turned out that she had the same mind set as I did and only stayed with me because she thought I loved her. Eventually we divorced and the only fortunate thing about it was, we never had any children. Our divorce was not very amicable, I got blamed, she kept the house I found a job elsewhere, in this area and moved here. At first even my mother took Helen's side that was one of the reasons why I moved away. After a while she realized that she had made a big mistake and apologized.'

'And how is your relationship with your mother now?'

'It's great, I phone her on a weekly basis and visit one weekend in every month. During my visits we do everything together, we go out to restaurants, see a show, whatever it takes.'

'So now what would you like me to do?'

'What would I like you to do? I don't really know I've never done this before can you give me some idea of some the things people ask you to do?'

'Well first of all would you like to meet I could come to your place or you could come to mine?'

I didn't know what to say I was lost for words and it seemed that the silence went on for hours although it was probably only a few seconds. Evelyn spoke first.

'From your reaction you probably don't think that's a good idea, then what would you like to see me do, how about if I take my dress off?'

I thought that was a great idea and told her so. She stood up pulled the hem of her dress up to just above mid-thigh then sat down again then began to unbutton her dress starting with the fourth button from the top. When the fourth button was undone she looked just like her picture showing a deep cleavage, and a hint of a filly blue bra matching her dress. By the time she had unbuttoned the dress down to her waist her blue satin bra was fully exposed with both of her magnificent breasts trying to jump out. Every time she moved these two jiggled appearing to be working their way out, but that was just wishful thinking and a little wild imagination. She eased her arms out of the dress and let fall down to her waist sitting their almost topless inducing little jerks encouraging her breast to wiggle and jiggle about.

After a few minutes she stood up and eased the dress over her hips allowing it to fall and pool around her feet then sat back down on the bed. Her matching blue satin panties were slipped over a matching garter belt holding up her nylons. Detaching both clips from one stocking Evelyn slowly rolled the stocking off her leg then carried out the same procedure with the second stocking, finally unhooking and removing the garter belt. I sat there desperate for her to remove her panties; instead she open a drawer took out a white satin chemise. Just before slipping it on she turned her back to me and I watched as she unhooked and removed her bra, then as she turned to face me she slipped the chemise over her head then sat back down on the bed. I caught a glimpse of those breasts for about a second and wished for more.

'Now if this is your first time at doing anything like this, there must be some significant reason why you picked me?'

I explained about my initial shock when I first saw her picture and the likeness to my mother in every way and that my curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to see her in the flesh so to speak rather than a picture.

'So now you have seen me and in the flesh what is your opinion do you still think I look like your mother?'

'Even more so you could be her twin sister.'

'Now let me get this right, you are currently looking at mother and son porno sites so does that mean you are in love with your mother?' There was a long silence I was too shocked to answer.

'I'll take that as a yes. Have you slept with her?'

I almost shouted no. 'No.'

'Would you like to sleep with her?' For the first time since I was a teenager I knew I wanted my mother in an inappropriate way, I would have preferred not to, but I was not in control of my emotions.

'Yes.'

'Have you ever tried to seduce her?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'First it's against the law, secondly it's inappropriate and lastly and probably the most compelling reason is that it might upset and disgust her and she would never talk to me again.'

'Can't you tell whether she's receptive towards you?'

'No, how would I know a thing like that?'

'Well when you visit each month how does she greet you when she first sees you?'

'She throws her arms around my neck and she gives me a quick kiss on the lips.'

'Well that's an encouraging start, and how does that make you feel?'

'Slightly embarrassed because I can feel her breasts pressing up against me but excited at the same time fantasizing that we were lovers, daring myself to put my arms around her waist and pull her close, but I never do.'

'And you've never tried to show her how you feel, by say prolonging that initial kiss?'

'No I haven't.'

'Do you complement her on her looks or hint on the style of clothes you would like to see her wear, things like shorter skirts, see through blouses or plunging necklines. Of course you have to be discrete the way you approach it, you just can't blurt it out?'

'No I wouldn't dare suggest such things like that.'

'You could always take her shopping to buy new clothes and make subtle suggestions on what you think would suit her. What about when you are together, I don't suppose you are the touchy feely type, taking her hand to help her out of the car or down steps. When you are sitting close to her you could rest your hand on her arm or thigh for a few seconds while you make a point. When an opportunity arises guide her into a confined place where you have to squeeze past her pressing your chest against hers or sliding your hand across her behind. At times, say when she is working in the kitchen and has her back to you, place your hands on her hips lean forward pressing your body against hers and whisper little complements into her ear.'

'It all sounds so simple but what if it backfires, what then?'

'It won't if you do as I say; now let's make plans for your next visit. Right, first thing, cancel your very next visit, since you travel up Friday wait until the Thursday before breaking the news that you have to work over the next four weekends, then when you next visit it will have been two months since she's seen you, then I expect she will be more receptive to your advances. When she greets you place your arm around her waist and pull her closer to you, not to tight, and prolong the kiss, with your lips only lightly touching hers. If you carry out our plans like I've suggested don't be surprised if she becomes more receptive, but don't take things along too fast, for that first weekend be a gentleman, only do the things the way I told you. Let me know how you get on, I'll give you my telephone number it will be easier if we talk over the phone.'

Mother seemed devastated when I phoned to cancel our weekend and told her I would be working for the next four weekends, or at least that's how it sounded to me. I found myself wishing the time away so that I could visit but at the same time I felt increasing trepidation as the weekend drew closer.

As I pulled onto the drive in front of my mother's house that Friday afternoon, I felt sick to my stomach. All my plans seemed to be gradually eroding as I sat in the car, my legs feeling too weak to support me if I tried walking to the front door. The front door opened my mother emerged looking fantastic as she stepped out onto the front step wearing a slightly shorter than usual a cream satin pleated skirt, the hem about an inch above her knee, and tight coffee colored blouse accentuating her voluptuous breasts. She also seemed a little nervous, but more excited as she beckoned me out of the car. I decided to risk it; my legs never buckled as I walked around to the trunk to fetch my bag.

Following her inside she waited to let me pass before closing the door behind me. Up to that point we hadn't said a word to each other however once the door was closed and we were in our own little private world she threw both her arms around my neck and raised her lips to meet mine. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion my arm was around her waist pulling her close to me before our lips touched, when they did I made sure the kiss was tender and lingered just as Evelyn suggested. My mother seemed to take it all in her stride she never complained neither did she pull away in fact I think she prolonged the kiss while deliberately pushing her breasts into my chest something I had previously failed to realize. We stood there locked in our embrace for more than a half a minute while we briefly kissed again, this time instigated by me. She looked me straight in the eye.

'What was that for?' I thought I was in trouble.

'That's for the kiss I missed last month.' With that she lifted her face towards mine and provided me with another lingering kiss.

'That's for the kiss I missed last month.'

Eventually we made our way into the sitting room and sat side by side on the sofa.

'Darling I've made reservations for tonight at a new restaurant which has recently opened, I hope you don't mind, it'll save me cooking?'

I placed my hand lightly on her thigh 'Of course I don't mind it's always nice when we go out together. She put her hand on top of mine and gave it a squeeze.

'Thank you darling, do you think I ought to change into something more appropriate?'

'Certainly not I love the way your dressed, you look fantastic.'

She laughed but it was more like a girlish giggle 'Don't you think the skirt is a little short and my blouse a little tight?'

'I like your skirt it could even be a couple of inches shorter and your blouse is perfect.'

'You would like to see me wearing shorter skirts, is that so you can see my legs?'

'No, I mean Yes, I think you could easily carry it off, and I'd like to show you off to make other men jealous.'

'Daniel I think you're getting a little naughty, but if you think this is suitable.' There was that giggle again, I actually began to believe she was enjoying and happy with our new flirtatious relationship.

'Dan when we are out tonight would you be a darling and call me by my name rather than mom, Debra or Debbie even Debs is acceptable, whatever you feel appropriate at the time?'

'Whatever your reason I would be happy to call you Debra, Debbie or Debs, I think it's a great idea.'

The restaurant was very nice with a really romantic atmosphere and I wasn't sure whether mother, or Debbie as I started to call her, knew of its special ambience or not. The food was excellent and we enjoyed a large glass of wine each, causing us to be very comfortable in each other's company. The wine also helped to lesson my inhibitions to provide her with that touchy feely stimulation. There was a small dance floor with a live band and she almost threw herself into my arms when I asked her to dance. That's probably a slight exaggeration but she immediately said yes. At first I suppose there was a slight embarrassment between us as we had never danced together before, our postures were very correct, our bodies just about touching. As the evening wore on and the floor got more crowded our bodies became more entangled. Her breasts were almost flattened against my chest and my sexual excitement must have been obvious to her. We didn't actually kiss but our lips got very close to each other as we danced cheek to cheek. Towards the end of the evening both her arms were around my neck and several times I slipped my hand down to her backside pulling her closer to me.

As I drove us home, Debs was laying slightly back having reclined her seat rearward a couple of notches. She was very relaxed, humming the tune of the Tennessee Waltz, the last waltz of our evening, whilst stealing the occasional glance in my direction. Back home she waited in the car for me to open her door and take her hand to help her out. Indoors we sat on the sofa for a while and spoke of how wonderful evening turned out. Taking her hand I helped her up then kissed her tenderly on the lips. 'Goodnight' was our final word to each other before parting to head for our respective bedrooms.

Breakfast was on the go, I could smell the bacon cooking. After dressing I wandered downstairs and found Debra standing at the counter with her back to me. Placing both hands on her hips then leant against her whispering in her ear telling her just how beautiful she was last night. She turned stroked my face and kissed my cheek and said.

'Thank you darling it was a lovely evening. This morning I have to go to the market but I won't be long'

'Debbie if you leave going to the market until a little later; from there we could go to the mall and have lunch.'

'Are you saying you'll come shopping with me?'

'Of course, I wouldn't let you go alone.'

The mall was a little crowded, taking her hand we wandered around for a while window shopping before having lunch. After lunch we drifted to the top floor which is mainly the expensive clothes shops. Suddenly stopping there prominent in a shop window was a mannequin wearing a similar blue dress to the one Evelyn wore only this one was a little shorter and slightly more revealing but not that much more. I pointed it out to Debbie.

'Do you like that dress?'

'Yes its nice but for the younger person.'

'Don't you think it would suit you?'

'No I don't, is to revealing, wouldn't you be embarrassed to be seen out with me wearing that, everybody would be staring. Would you really like to see me wearing that dress?'

'Yes I would, I think you would look fantastic in that dress, and I wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen out with you, I'd be proud to be seen walking along with you holding your hand. Obviously people would glance in your direction, the women jealous wishing they looked like you and the men wishing they were me.'

'No, no, no come away before you talk me into it.'

Saturday evening we snuggled together on the sofa watching a couple of films. We only got as far as cuddling, although I managed to ease the edge of my hand against the underside of her breasts a couple of times. That was until she held my hands preventing further contact but she never admonished me, however she did seem to enjoy me nuzzling her neck. At the end of the evening I kissed her sweetly on the lips, said goodnight and went up to my room.

Sunday morning I was in my room packing my bag, having planned to start back about midday when Debbie walked in.

'Daniel since you haven't visited for two months, do you think you could make it back next weekend?'

I wasn't quite sure what to do or say, this weekend had been great and gone better than expected at least she was comfortable when I held or touched her. Our kisses although not passionate were beyond the stage of mother and son relationship.'Yes okay I'll look forward to that, in fact, it's up to you, but why don't you book a table for us at that restaurant for Saturday night?'

I could tell she was pleased with my suggestion.

Midday, I came down the stairs carrying my bag; Debbie was waiting at the front door. She didn't even wait for me to put my bag down before throwing her arms around my neck and bury her face in my chest. We held that pose for a minute or so before I lifted her face to kiss her goodbye. I was surprised to see tears streaming down her face, until that point I had no idea she was so upset.

'Come on Debs I've got to go I'll be back next weekend.'

I leant down to kiss her goodbye and what a kiss it was too, I think for the first time I briefly felt her tongue slip between my lips for what I considered to be our first semi passionate kiss. For me our relationship had just taken one giant leap.

Monday evening I phoned Evelyn and gave her a blow by blow account of our weekend. She thought the progress I made was outstanding and now confirmed my own suspicions that I would eventually win Debra over.

'Dan on Saturday night when you go to the restaurant if Debra has bought and wearing that revealing blue dress she is committed to you. However if she's not bought or wearing the dress there are many reasons why, they may not have had one in her size, so don't be discouraged.'

We talked for about an hour on the phone with Evelyn giving me pointers on the subtle signs Debbie could throw out, although she now believed the signs would no longer be subtle.

It seemed as if the journey would never end as I drove to my mother's house that Friday afternoon. My expectations were high that our greeting kiss would be slightly more passionate. When I spoke with her on the phone during the week she seemed excited about my visit. It took her some time to answer the door when I knocked and I was not disappointed with her greeting kiss. In the evening we curled up on the sofa together and I caressed her gently in a gentlemanly manner biding my time. I began to plant the occasional light kiss on the top of her head and gradually, during the evening worked my way down to her neck then up to her lips. She accepted my kisses, returned them enthusiastically, gradually becoming more intense. It was getting late and we were probably locked in our most passionate kiss when I eased my hand across her breast. Pushing my hand away, breaking our kiss she said.

'Please Dan, I'm not ready, I'll see you in the morning.'

Sitting alone on the sofa I was ecstatic having realized what she said that she was not ready, which means she must be thinking about or even considering to allow me to caress her breasts, it was just a matter of time.

Strolling into the kitchen Saturday morning Debs had a thin jacket over her usual matronly Saturday morning attire. She was off to the market declining my offer to go with her while handing me a list of jobs she needed doing. According to her she would be back for lunch then in the afternoon she had an appointment at the hairdressing salon. So that's how things developed, she went to the market, I did the list of jobs, we had lunch together the she went off to get her hair fixed, while I watch a game on TV.

Debbie arrived back about 5 o'clock her hair completely restyled. I hadn't really noticed that she had allowed her hair to grow longer, because of the way she normally wore it up. According to her, the hair had been straightened, layered cut and side swept bangs flipped up so the hair rested on her shoulders. It looked amazing and I asked her if she would keep it permanently in that style. Debs said she'd think about it, but first intended to have a long soak in the tub before getting dressed for our evening out together.

Having dressed smart casual in my grey suit with pink shirt I was now waiting at the bottom of the stairs for my date to appear, concerned that I had not seen her since 5pm, but heard her moving around. She appeared at the top of the stairs, I just stood there opened mouthed just looking at the vision in blue. Obviously she returned to the shop and bought the dress and even from the bottom of the stairs I could see the two protuberances her nipples formed beneath the dress; also across her arm was laid a black silk evening coat. She glided down the stairs reaching the bottom, just as I moved forward to greet her, my impulse to kiss her suddenly fading when she said sternly.

'Don't you dare kiss me? Well what do you think?'

Her makeup was beautifully done, her shoulder length blonde hair framing her face drawing the eyes towards her dark red lips. I had never seen Debra made up like this before, the whole picture complemented by manicured matching colored nails. She was a vision in blue.

'You look sensational.'

Holding her coat while assisting her to slip it on, her delicate and I guess expensive perfume, something she rarely wore complemented her looks creating an aura around her, the picture was complete. Draped down over her shoulders this black flared 'A' line garment with three quarter length sleeves open at the front framing the sensuous silk blue dress. She looked fantastic; totally mesmerized I had forgotten everything Evelyn told me what the dress was supposed to represent.

All the men's eye were on and following Debbie as we drifted through the crowded restaurant while being escorted to our table. Again the meal was wonderful as was the large glass of wine; however by the time we made our way to the dance floor it was already packed. During the evening when Debbie excused herself and made her way to the powder room I heard one woman refer to her as a slut. I had to laugh when I heard the man who she was with, her husband I assumed, say, 'perhaps you could take some lessons from her.' There was no embarrassment when I took Debbie in my arms and immediately we danced extremely close, in fact I don't think we could have got any closer. Occasionally, with both her arms locked around my neck dancing cheek to cheek, my hands wandered down across her backside to pull her closer. Debbie seemed to enjoy my attention because as I pulled her closer her thighs slipped in between mine. It was towards the end of the evening that she whispered in my ear a question that took me totally by surprise.

'Darling are you attracted to me, do you love mommy?'

I whispered back 'Of course I love my mommy.'

The drive home was similar to the last time, Debbie had reclined her seat a little and was lying back humming one of tunes from the evening. This time however the hem of her dress was just above mid-thigh and it was me that kept stealing the occasional glance at her legs that was until she said.

'I think you had better keep your eyes on the road rather than my legs, not that I mind you looking at my legs. Did you notice in the restaurant people watching me, and did you hear that woman refer to me as a slut?'

'The men were definitely watching you and most of the women too I could see the envy in their eyes. The woman who referred to you as a slut, did you hear what the husband said to her?'

'No I didn't.'

'He said, perhaps you could take some lessons from her, and of course some of the other people at tables close to them laughed causing the woman extreme embarrassment.'

'Strangely enough I felt really good about it, sexy, it excited me.'

'That's how I felt when I first saw you at the top of the stairs but I didn't like to mention it.'

It was late when we arrived home and I was disappointed when we only spoke for a few minutes before Debra kissed me and said goodnight, our relationship seemed to be going backwards. I heard Debra go into the bathroom and come out several minutes later; I followed in after her to prepare for bed. Returning to my bedroom after cleaning my teeth Debra found me pottering around putting my clothes in my bag to take back with me Sunday. She had poked her head around my bedroom door.

'Darling can I have a quick word please?'

She disappeared so I searched and found her in the bedroom.

'Please sit down we need to talk.'

I sat on the edge of the bed slightly apprehensive about what she was going to say, Debra stood in front of me.

'Dan I want to talk about when you and Helen split up and I took her side against you.'

'Oh mother we've been all through this, you apologized and I've forgotten all about it, can't you just leave it alone?'

'In this case I can't, this is important to me and I want you to listen. I never knew why I took her side against you. I realized my mistake when you stormed out of my life; I apologized and made up a sob story to tell you why I took her side. To be quite honest even then I still didn't know why I did it, and it wasn't until this week, Wednesday in fact, that I realized the truth. I felt guilty because I thought it was my fault that your marriage didn't work out and felt that if I took Helen's side you would go back to her. How was I to know that she didn't love you anymore and wouldn't have taken you back even if you begged her to?'

'Mother why would even think that it was your fault that our marriage didn't work out.'

'Because I'm in love with you, I have always been in love with you and I am still in love with you. When I'm around you your eyes follow my breasts and behind everywhere, I love it when you watch me. I thought that I may have been sending out signals of my feelings for you, albeit subconsciously and you were possibly picking them up, subconsciously, which eventually resulted in you becoming disenchanted with your marriage.'

While we were talking she placed her hands behind her back unhooked the top of her dress and unzipped it down to her waist.

'Mother that's about the silliest thing you've said, how could I have sensed what you were thinking or how you were feeling?'

She eased the dress off both of her shoulders letting it gather around her waist to expose her red satin bra with cups so small that the top edge was below and practically supporting her nipples.

'I don't know but regardless how silly you think I was, that's how I felt and nothing would dissuade me from the route I took. For me these last two weekends have been a dream come true and I'm not quite sure what to do about it. I know you love me because I asked you on the dance floor and you said you loved me as a mommy, but what I really want to know is, if you are in love with the woman?'

She eased the dress over her hips allowing to slip down and pool around her feet. She was wearing probably the smallest satin bikini bottom I had ever seen. The tiny triangular piece of fabric hardly covering her completely shaven delicate area of womanhood.

'Of course I'm in love with the woman, in my eyes the most beautiful woman in the world.'

She moved closer unhooked her bra letting it slip away from her then taking my face in both hands bent over to give me the most passionate of kisses. Placing her hand on the back of my head, at the same time lifting her breast towards me gently guided my head towards her breast for me to suckle her nipple.

'Darling do you think it would be inappropriate if we spent the night together?'

'Sweetheart, no it would not be inappropriate, it would be very appropriate.'

'Darling would you mind going back to your room while I get ready?'

I didn't mind at all because I also had to get changed.

She was standing beside the bed in a full length white satin nightgown the 'V' neck of which was extremely low at the front and wide at the top, her nipples looked huge distorting the fabric around them. That night, as far as I could remember, was the first time I had ever seen my mother in some state of undress. My first thoughts were that it wouldn't take much to slip that off her shoulders. Without bothering to switch the light off, she climbed into bed positioning herself on her back, smoothing out the nightgown as much as she possibly could. Slipping in beside her I wrapped my arm around her waist, her arm went around my neck. We kissed, we must have just kissed for about half an hour although she parted her legs slightly as I slipped one leg between hers pressing my erection against her thighs.

I wondered if it was because of her large nipples that she had been so sensitive about my touching her breasts. Not an ideal situation because I like big breasts and big nipples I like sucking them, she couldn't have known that, but she does now. Helen had small breasts and small nipples that were difficult to hold between my lips and here I was with a woman with large breasts and nipples the size of plumbs, wrinkled like prunes, but not as dark.

Dark brown in color sensational to look at, never again would she prevent me from playing with them. As we kissed I removed my hand from her waist and slipped it across her breast and waited for a response, it never came so I slipped my hand inside her nightgown and lightly squeezed her breast. She moaned as we kissed which intensified as I concentrated on rolling her nipple between my thumb and finger. Easing the nightgown off her shoulder and breaking the kiss it was my first opportunity to look closely at my mother's nipples. I had never realized they were so big, apart from that night, she disguised them well. That had to change; when I'm around I want them to show naturally through her clothing. Closing my mouth around the wrinkled plumb, sucking and circling my tongue around her nipple seemed to drive her into a state of ecstasy. Her moaning and groaning turned to whimpering until finally she begged me to make love to her.

It was a few minutes past four in the morning, we were lying naked and exhausted in each other's arms just having made love for the third time. As a lover Debbie really surprised me she was tender, adventurous and responded enthusiastically to my every sexual play. At one point we had both briefly performed oral sex on each other, something Helen, my X, would never do, not with me anyway. As we lay there locked together I knew the way I wanted this relationship to go but I wasn't sure whether my mother would agree.

'Sweetheart I want to ask you a question but there is a great deal to consider so if you initially agree and circumstances change in the future, you can change your mind.'

'This sounds ominous but ask your question.'

'Debra Richards will you marry me?'

'Before I give you an answer I want you to tell me how is it after all these years you have suddenly turned into a Casanova with a far greater knowledge of a woman's needs and feelings?'

Unprepared for my mother's question I made up some stupid reason which she laughed off threatening to discontinue our relationship if I wasn't going to tell her the truth. She made it perfectly clear that there was to be no secrets between us, so I told her the whole story about Evelyn. She thought the story too bazaar for it not to be true and asked me to repeat my question.

'Debra Richards will you marry me and be my wife?'

'Yes darling I will.'

After our short kissing session I suggested that since we had become engaged we should go shopping to buy her a ring. According to her she already had an engagement ring and of course I automatically thought of the ring my father bought her when they got engaged. After all they were young and in those days they never had much money so the ring was small, but that was all he could afford. She surprised me when she said it was not my father ring she was referring to.

'Darling it's the ring you bought me when we first got engaged.'

Of course I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. 'Well since you have set the precedence that there are no secrets between us you had better tell me the truth.'

'Over the years you have given me money for my birthdays and Christmases. When you left college and started work, right up until you got married you gave me your share of the housekeeping money. All that money went into a bank account, I never spent a cent; consequently it accumulated to a considerable sum. After your break up with Helen and eventually my apology I was really low. As I told you I was in love with you so I decided that we would get engaged and went out and bought a fabulous engagement ring with your money. It made me so happy to think of you as my fiancée and wore the ring day and night except the weekends you came to visit. It was awkward at first, friends and acquaintances asked if I was engaged and thought me strange when I said no. However when some man tried to pick me up at work I flashed the ring at him and he lost all interest. So that became my excuse, I wore it to repel unwanted masculine attention, which people seemed to accept quite readily, and that's my story.'

'Do you still have the ring?'

'Of course I do.'

'Can I see it?'

Debbie reached over and opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet and pulled out a velvet ring box and passed it over to me. It was a magnificent piece of jewelry, I think it's referred to as a halo ring with a single large diamond suspended between two arms inset with small diamonds positioned front and rear of the main central solitaire, circling a quarter of the rings circumference.

'You bought this with money saved from what I gave you?'

'Yes darling.'

Suddenly I had a brilliant idea and asked Debbie to get dress wearing only her blue dress then go down stairs into the sitting room and wait for me sitting in one of the chairs. She became inquisitive wanting to know what I was up to, refusing to tell her requesting that she do as I asked. Reluctantly she agreed and followed me out of the bed and dressed after I had disappeared. Returning to my bedroom dressed in my grey pants and pink shirt then headed downstairs and made for the kitchen shutting the door behind me. Debbie knocked on the door.

'Do you need any help?'

'No thanks I'm good, please go in the sitting room and close the door behind you.'

The closing of the sitting room door was my signal to prepare my surprise. Opening the fridge I removed the last bottle of sparkling wine, from the two we purchase from the market the previous weekend. If I had known how things would turn out I would have bought champagne. Mother didn't have a wine bucket but found a crystal vase in which I placed the bottle of wine, packing ice around it. Placing two large diameter Coupe champagne glasses on a tray with the crystal vase. I smuggled them upstairs and placed them on the cabinet my side of the bed. Checking that I still had the case with the ring returned down stairs.

Knocking and opening the sitting room door found Debbie sitting in a chair just as I asked. Taking the box from my pocket went down on one knee, flipped the box open. I'm sure you can guess the rest.

'Debbie Richards will you marry me?'

She flung herself forward knocking me backwards and landing on top shouting yes, yes, yes, in quick succession then plying me with a thousand kisses. Gradually her excitement began to abate allowing me to roll her over, slip the ring on her finger, before applying more romantic and passionate kisses, eventually persuading her to come back to bed. As we entered the bedroom she noticed the effort I had made to celebrate our engagement and burst into tears. It didn't take much to console her, standing behind her I kissed her neck, placing my arms around her caressed her breasts, then guided her back to the bedside. She asked me to undress and get into bed first. Naked, sitting up with my back to the headboard she leaned over and placed all of the pillows behind me to support my back. Once she was satisfied that everything was just so, she asked me to spread my legs.

I watched as she removed her dress slowly to stand in front of me posing completely naked. Even after all the evenings frolicking it was the first time she provided me with an extended uninterrupted view of her body. She climbed into bed and over me finally sitting between my legs resting her back against my chest. Once settled I opened the wine half filling both glasses so as not to spill it all over the bed. We toasted each other, refilled the glasses and toasted each other again, only this time we added a kiss. Having refilled the glasses for the third time Debbie prevented me from drinking, drank some herself then kissed me during which she transferred the wine from her mouth to mine. The way we were position kissing was a little awkward, trying to transfer mouthfuls of wine between us was nigh impossible and most of it ran down my chest. We finished the bottle of wine between us and we just sat there while I fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples while we both watched ourselves in the closets mirrored doors opposite.

'Darling I'm really happy that you love playing with my tits and sucking my nipples, I was worried that you would find them ugly the way your father did.'

'Mother language.'

'Language, you're concerned about my language, while you're sitting naked in your mothers bed having incestuous relations her and you're complaining about my language, I think you need to put things in prospective. Anyway isn't it a fact that you men always refer to women's breasts as tits, I've heard the comments as I've passed a group of men 'look at the tits on that.'

It's your fault you know that they are as big as they are, you made them like this. When I got married my breasts were a 'C' cup, when I became pregnant they slowly began to increase in size until you came along. You were almost permanently attached to them, if you were sucking on one you would be squeezing the other or gripping and tugging my nipple, making them permanently sore, and you haven't changed. Now that we are officially engaged let's talk about our future and see if we can work something out, you said our future circumstances could change, what did you mean?'

'Sweetheart you know I want you for my wife, I like my job, it pays well, sufficiently to support two people comfortably, and I like that part of the country. If we are to marry one of us will have to move, my proposal is that you sell this house invest the money come to live with me, once your sale is complete we can then sell my apartment put the two monies together and buy a nice house. What do you think?'

'I'll follow you to wherever you want to take me. I have no objection to selling this house and coming to live with you.'

'Sweetheart it's well past five in the morning, Sunday morning I'll have to leave about twelve we should get some sleep.'

I saw her face drop in the mirror and tears begin to flow down her cheek, turning towards me wrapping both arms around my waist she buried her head in my body and began to sob. I felt sorry for her, but I had to leave although it was making her very unhappy.

'Sweetheart listen, stop crying and listen to me, why don't you come back with me today, close up the house and come to live with me straight away?'

She stopped crying and lifted her head. 'What will we do about selling the house?'

'We could come back next weekend and begin making arrangements to put your furniture in store and arrange for a realtor to sell the house and show prospective buyers around.

'What about work?'

'Phone them Monday morning tell them that you're away dealing with a family emergency and that you will phone them on Friday to update them on future arrangements. Friday when you phone tell them that you won't be coming back, only to sell the house, and therefore you are giving them notice.'

'Debbie thought that was a good idea and became more cheerful snuggling her face deeper into my body extremely close to my manhood, saying.

'Darling I need to tell you something. I loved your father but not to the same degree that I am in love you, in bed he was inhibited, unadventurous, his love making was boring and repetitive. We would kiss and cuddle for a few minutes, explore my lower body with his fingers, then climb on top of me until he had satisfied himself. Most of the times I became frustrated but I wouldn't tell him that. In a week with you I've been treated to two evenings of dinner and dancing and more excitement in one night in bed than all the time I spent with your father. You indicated that I shouldn't use such language when I spoke of my tits, is that your thinking that you want me prim and proper? From what I've read and heard, men like to talk dirty and hear their wives respond in kind. I'm not an angel or a nun and remember we have no secrets, and at this particular time you have the opportunity to influence our love making by taking me in any direction you want. If you hesitate now it may not be so easy for us to revise our established ways in the future. It's now down to you.'

Pulling her closer until I was able to plant my lips against hers before confessing my fantasy to have her talk and act dirty during our love making.

'Darling if we are going to drive back to your place today you need to get a couple of hours sleep, but first you have to fuck me.'

'Do you want to take your car and follow me back?'

'No, leave it here for the time being, I'd rather travel back with you and rent a car locally.'

Debbie was screaming at me, I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't work why she was screaming. It got louder and louder and suddenly realized it wasn't a dream, she was actually screaming at me. Gradually my head began to clear and realize exactly what was going on.

'Dan wake up its eleven thirty we are supposed to be on the road by twelve, wake up, wake up.

She was shaking me; I began to laugh which seemed to infuriate her even more. She was still naked and while she shook me her tits were swinging to and fro, it was such a wonderful sight.

'What shall we do?'

'Get ready; time isn't a problem we can leave when we're ready, no matter how late. We'll shower, dress, have breakfast or in our case brunch, then you can pack for a week's stay. Anything else you need you can pick up next weekend or go shopping in the week if necessary.'

Debbie and I enjoyed showering together; we lathered each other's body which initiated a short period of foreplay, which unfortunately didn't last long before she started to entice me to make love to her. Intense excitement took control causing her to grab and pull me close while attempting to position herself so that she could force herself onto me. I couldn't believe that it was my prowess that excited her, as much as the thought of travelling home with me and living together as man and wife. After brunch she asked me to help her pack, not that I knew my help was warranted. It turned out to be more in an advisory capacity with her seeming to pack the clothes that I preferred as she held them up for my approval. The blue dress, the shorter cream pleated skirt and tight blouse plus some of the more recent clothes she bought. She began to hold up items of her underclothes, that part of the exercise I really enjoyed. One of the questions I intended to ask earlier cropped up again.

'Sweetheart with such beautiful big nipples why aren't they obvious through your clothes. Most women with much smaller nipples show some signs of their existence but I have never noticed anything like that, regardless of what you're wearing?'

'Until last night I have always been ashamed, preventing them from showing by inserting nursing pads inside my bra, does that answer your question? I could always leave the pads out if you would prefer and then you can tell me what you think.' She never used those pads again.

After placing the cases in the trunk of my car, checked that the garage housing Debs car was locked and secured. Both of us checked the house together making sure nothing was missed and all the services including the water were turned off. Everything was set; we were ready to go wearing casual and comfortable clothes me in pants and open neck shirt, Debbie in a nice flowing skirt and loose blouse. Before opening the front door I pulled her close and kissed her passionately.

'Ready' she nodded, it was four in the afternoon and we were about to undertake a five hour journey. I opened the front door, set the alarm, closed and double locked the door, and as I made my way down the front steps Debbie was getting in the car. I checked her door was secure and made my way around the driver's side, positioned myself behind the wheel, checked she was okay, gave her hand a squeeze and we began our journey. We didn't talk much Debbie was unusually quiet; I kept asking her if she was okay all she said was 'I'm good.' Finally I said that if she's changed her mind I could turn around and take her back home, but she didn't want that.

Me, and my big mouth will always get me into trouble. Trying to make conversation I mentioned that I had arranged with Evelyn to phone her Monday night to let her know how the weekend panned out, a statement which seemed to stimulate Debbie back to life.

'No don't phone her, give me her number and I will phone her Monday afternoon and make arrangements for us to go out to lunch.'

'You're not going to do anything silly like have an argument?'

'Of course not if it wasn't for her we wouldn't be together and I wouldn't be here with you now. I don't know if you realized but within the twelve hours of Sunday morning you made love to me five times, don't you think I should say thank you to her for helping us, That's the very least I can do?'

My nervousness all day could only be attributed to one thing, how the relationship between Debra and Evelyn developed. The second I walked in the door I asked Debbie if she phoned Evelyn.

'Aren't you going to give me a kiss?'

'I suppose so' and I kissed her.

'This is our first day as a couple and you've already grown tired of me.'

I started to object but just in time to see the grin on her face and I knew she was teasing me. We stood in the kitchen while she prepared the dinner my arms around her waist while I nuzzled and kissed her neck.

'I phoned Evelyn introduced myself and of course she knew who I was, but also a little surprised to hear from me. I said that I would like to meet her and could we go out to lunch tomorrow. She asked me if I was prepared to travel all the way down here just to go out to lunch. She must have been a little shocked when I told her that I was living with you because there was quite a long pause before she answered. Perhaps she thought she misheard because she queried my statement by asking me directly if I was already here with you staying at your apartment. Satisfied that she had heard correctly she then asked if we were okay and I said absolutely, we're good. Evelyn suggested that we meet before going to lunch to talk about the personal things in private. She asked me if I had a car I told her not as yet but propose to rent one. I agreed to her suggestion that I should hire a cab to drive me to her place to talk in private, then we could go to lunch together. She gave me her address and I'm meeting her tomorrow morning at eleven. We both acknowledged our curiosity for the other then we rang off.'

Tuesday I had feelings of trepidation not knowing what was going to transpire and received a similar reaction to the Monday night fiasco, she really loved to tease me.

'I paid off the cab and knocked on the front door, when it opened we both stood staring at each other, it was like looking in a mirror, eventually she invited me in, have you seen the house?' I shook my head. 'Well it's magnificent in its own grounds with a circular drive and double iron gates. I followed her into the sitting room where a silver service containing freshly brewed coffee was laid on a beautiful coffee table. She invited me to sit next to her on the sofa then poured the coffee, she offered milk and sugar but as you know I always take my coffee black.'

'Evelyn suggested that I start with the questions but looking back I think I was a bit abrupt. I asked if she was a prostitute, she said that if my reasoning was getting paid for sex then yes she was. However if my reasoning was that she walked the streets and had sex with everyone who could afford her, then no she wasn't. Her explanation was that when her husband died she missed the sex and men's company. She missed being taken out to dinner dancing but didn't want to be married again and stuck with one man. She picked her clientele very carefully and when I asked her how many times you'd slept with her, she said that she had never met you, in fact never even seen you and wouldn't know you if you sat next to her.'

'Debra I already told you that.'

'I know darling just checking, I even told Evelyn that I was checking making sure you had been telling me the truth. She told me the story of how you contacted her and the help she gave you. I told her that I was very grateful for getting you to pluck the courage to seduce me because I'd been dropping hints for years and getting nowhere. We spoke about Saturday night and Sunday morning and she was impressed especially about your proposal and how we celebrated in bed. When I showed her my ring she wanted to know how we got it so quick so I told her about my confession to you regarding Helen and the fact that I decided on a one sided engagement, and bought the ring with your money that I saved. Finally she asked if I was contemptible and disgusted by her life style, I replied who am I to complain about other people's lifestyle when I'm living an incestuous life with my son. In conversation it came out that neither of us had siblings so almost simultaneously we said let's be sisters, twin sisters. Now you have an aunt, your mother's twin sister, although I am three years older than her we think there be less explaining to do if we say we're twins. She looks upon me as her big sister'

'At lunch things got even more interesting apparently Evelyn is very wealthy and told me the story of her life. Her husband Bob Holbrooke when he was young started the company Holbrooke Enterprises and was working on his own, but after a couple of months the company was doing so well that he needed a secretary to make his appointments and keep the books. He made the applicants take a test for typing drafting letters and book keeping and general duties. Many of the girls who applied were competent and Evelyn thinks that she was chosen because she was pretty with a stunning figure and sexual aura, that's what Bob eventually told her.'

'They worked closely together, fell in love and she married the boss, this was before Bob started employing additional staff. So when Bob started recruiting Evelyn was already his wife so there was no she's only after his money because when they married the company was in its infancy and there wasn't any money. They both could have failed miserably. As the company grew Bob and Evelyn grew with it, Bob kept Evelyn informed on every detail so she knew about all the contracts, personnel, commercial and all legal matters. The company was so successful that Bob floated it on the stock market and made an absolutely obscene amount of money. He still maintained overall control although they now had a board of directors each buying shares in the company.'

'When Bob died everything was left to Evelyn. Bob's control of the company was so absolute that the directors would never argue against him. There was a clause in their contract which states that if they committed any misdemeanor or heinous crime against the company he could dismiss them immediately and they would have to sell him back their shares. The board assumed, when Bob died, that they could now run the company but found Evelyn just as knowledgeable as Bob but not quite as aggressive. They went behind her back thinking they could persuade her to sell the company to a competitor who would keep them on the board giving them a better deal. Apparently legal papers had been drawn up and they began working on Evelyn telling her since Bob's death the company was losing credibility and in a year or so would be worthless so that it would be better to sell it straight away.'

'The situation changed when Evelyn attended a garden party with a friend and bumped into another of the company's competitors. He said that he had heard that she was selling the company and was disappointed that she hadn't give him an opportunity to make an offer. His offer, he said, would have been a lot higher than the company she was selling to, who were paying only two thirds its market value. Evelyn told the guy she had no idea what he was talking about and had only began to consider the option of selling, but in time she would get back to him.'

'Evelyn discussed the situation with her personal attorney who had nothing to do with the company. He advised consulting an independent commercial attorney and put her in touch with one of the top firms. The attorney gave her some sound advice and she asked him to accompany her to the next board meeting. The meeting opened the directors wanted to know who the stranger was, Evelyn told them he was just a friend who was there to support her. By the end of the meeting there was no mention of the sale so Evelyn asked if there was any other business or was there something they wished to say. There was not. So she stood up and instructed them to bring their shares in Friday and she would pay them off, their contracts were terminated.'

'Of course all hell broke loose there was blustering and flustering until Evelyn introduced her attorney. He reminded the board the terms of their contract and the penalties if they committed a misdemeanor. There was evidence of their actions attempting to sell the company without consulting Evelyn, the main shareholder, at considerably less than the company's market value. Consequently summonses were drawn up for each board member with Evelyn demanding compensation to the value of their shares but would not include Evelyn's attorney's legal fees. The board members were informed that the company they were negotiating with was also being sued for illegal trading. When it came to court her attorney wasn't expecting the company to admit to any wrong doing because they would consider they were dealing with bona fide board members and steep the blame on them, unless they had any hard evidence to the contrary. Eventually to prevent any embarrassing legal reprisals the board members forfeited their shares and Evelyn sold the company and even made the X board members pay her legal costs.'

'So why does she do what she does?'

'Because she's lonely and she likes men, she likes sex and she enjoys being pampered and entertained, and she's very selective in her beaus. She doesn't want to get married again or live with one man, and she doesn't have to.'

'So why did she take the time to associate with me?'

'Because she liked your story, she thought you innocent and enjoyed the challenge. I like her Dan and she's invited us to dinner and to spend Saturday evening with her and darling remember she's my sister.'

'And what about going back this weekend to sort out selling the house, have you decided against it.'

'For this weekend, yes, we'll leave it a week and go back the following weekend.'

Saturday evening we drove through the double wrought iron gates and up a long driveway to a secluded large five bedroom house set in its own extensive grounds. The house was far too big for Evelyn on her own, but we later found out she employed a full time gardener and housekeeper. During the day Evelyn had very little to do, no interests and kept herself to herself probably because of her evening activities. We assumed that she used her gentlemen friends, if that was a suitable description for her clients, as distractions.

Evelyn opened the door and screamed 'Darling you've come back to me,' rushed out threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips. When I sheepishly looked towards Debbie, she was having hysterics. I felt embarrassed, hot around the collar and understood when Debbie said. 'Darling you're blushing.' It was all a big joke at my expense and the two girls in tandem turned out to be witches or is it bitches and god help anyone who upset them.

'Debra,' Evelyn always called her Debra, 'Debra let me see if I've got this right, you're going to sell your house while living with Dan in his apartment. Once the house is sold, Dan will sell his apartment putting both lots of money together to buy a house around here. Once you've have bought the house, dressed in a bridal gown you are going to have a wedding ceremony, which you expect me to conduct in my role as maid of honor. Then you will both leave for your honeymoon with me in tow, is that about it?'

'That's it in a nutshell.'

'Well I can think of one slight problem, why would you want someone with you on your honeymoon?'

'Come on Evelyn, we won't really be married, we would have been living together for months, therefore it's not really an official honeymoon, it's more a holiday after all the stress of selling and buying a house. We're thinking of an overwater bungalow on the island of Jamaica, even if it was a honeymoon you certainly will not be sleeping in the same room as us.'

'If you want to speed things up there's a nice house for sale down the road I know the present owner I could have a word for you if you like?'

'That's very nice of you but I think it's too early for house hunting and this area is probably out of our price range.'

'The money is the least of your problems I can lend you that.'

'Evelyn that's extremely generous of you but we couldn't allow you to do that.'

'I though we agreed that we were sisters, Dan talk to her, make her see sense.'

'I'm sorry Evelyn but I think Debbie's right, we couldn't borrow money from you it wouldn't be right, you don't even know us.'

Eventually we gave in under Evelyn's pressure after she had spoken to the lady owner about us. The woman had recently been divorced and was selling the house with the furniture in situ. She was selling everything which reminded her of her husband and was moving up country to be close to her family. When we viewed the house Debbie fell in love with it straight away; it was really nice, especially with its large glass conservatory with its small swimming pool overlooking the ample garden. The house was not as big as Evelyn's or as magnificent but it was much nicer than anything we'd had before. Because the woman was looking for a quick sale Evelyn did the negotiating and got a good deal. We managed to sell our old house and sold the furniture separately, apart from the legal fees we gave the balance to Evelyn with all the sales documentation as proof.

However the money we gave Evelyn only covered just over half of the loan. After moving into the house we sold my apartment and paid off more of the loan, at which point Evelyn forbad us to give her any more. Her reasoning was that all through her working life she had never made any close friends and had lost all her family. In Debbie she had found a friend and a twin sister and if you can't help your family, who can you help. According to her she had more money than she could spend.

Our relationships progressed, mine, Debbie's and Evelyn's. On my thirtieth birthday Evelyn invited us over for a celebration dinner and after dinner the two girls sat next to each other on the sofa. Both the girls were wearing their blue dresses which of course Debbie's was a little more revealing than Evelyn's. It was Evelyn which started it by saying that she liked Debbie's dress and was it satin? She placed her hand on the top of Debbie's thigh and stroked the material and thought it felt very nice. To my surprise she placed her hand across Debbie's breast and began stroking the material and giving her breast little squeezes. She asked Debbie if she was wearing a satin bra Debbie said no but asked if Evelyn was. Evelyn said she was, and Debbie raised her hand to stroke Evelyn's breast to see how it felt under the dress.

Apparently it felt sensational with Debbie wanting to try her bra on and began undoing the buttons on the front of Evelyn's dress. With all the buttons undone Debbie put her hand inside the dress and began fondling the bra and I think Evelyn as well, finally fully opening the front of her dress. I sat there stunned and when Evelyn said that if Debbie was going to wear her bra she wanted to wear Debbie's, then began to undo the buttons on Debbie's dress. It got to the point where both dresses were undone, the tops pulled off their shoulders and gathered around their waists. They sat there wearing each other's bra after Debbie had put her arms around Evelyn unhooked the bra at the back and pulled it from her shoulders. Evelyn had done the same, leaned across Debbie and unhooked and removed her bra.

After having worn each other's bra for several minutes they removed them, I think with every intention to return them, but just sat there topless talking. Things began to get interesting because as Evelyn leaned across Debbie, her tits briefly crushed against Debbie's and as she pulled away Debbie caressed them. The two girls looked at each other then Evelyn took both of Debbie's tits in her hands and began to massage them. Then came the kiss, slowly at first their faces closing in on each other until their lips lightly touched. The longer the kiss lasted the greater the lip pressure and more their mouths began to open; I even think there was a little tongue involved.

They broke the kiss and Debbie eased Evelyn back to lie on the sofa then passionately kissed her again which lasted some time, during which she slipped her hand up Evelyn's dress. You could tell where her hand was because I watched as Evelyn opened her legs. I just caught what Debbie whispered to Evelyn about them going upstairs to the bedroom. Braless they both stood up with tits swinging as they slipped the top of their dresses on, not to cover themselves up, it was just so the dresses didn't slip around their ankles while they walked up the stairs. I just sat there while they both disappeared out of the room holding hands. Two seconds later Debbie poked her head around the door.

'Darling aren't you coming with us?'

I followed them into the bedroom Debbie pointed to a chair and told me to sit, she then turned to Evelyn and ordered her to take her dress off and kneel on the floor. Meanwhile Debbie slipped her hands up her own dress, eased her panties down and stepped out of them. She moved closer to Evelyn and ordered her to crawl up her dress, lick her pussy and stick her tongue inside her to make her cum. From the look on her face Debbie was really enjoying being performed upon and instructed Evelyn to move her knees further apart. She ordered me to kneel behind Evelyn between her legs, place one hand inside her panties and finger her, with the other hand squeeze her tits and nipples. Evelyn pleasured Debbie to an orgasm causing her legs to buckle forcing her to sit on the edge of the bed. Evelyn stood up leaving me stranded kneeling on the floor, she forced Debbie to lie on the bed then lay on top of her, only to continue with the passionate kisses.

It didn't last long before I was instructed to undress, strip Debbie of her dress then lay in the center of the bed. Both girls took turns in applying passionate kisses and stroking my shaft, becoming pleasantly surprised when it developed into oral sex with them alternately working me off with their mouths. It was Debbie's mouth that I eventually came in, as a result of her being far more aggressive than Evelyn. It's really unfair because after ejaculation I seem to lose my ability to continue enjoying the ladies, because my pride and joy became flaccid, ignoring my demands to stand up for itself. That does not seem to apply to the ladies. The two girls seemed ready to go again, lying side by side; while I returned to the chair.

They began kissing tenderly which developed into greater passion. Their hands explored each other's body then their lips retraced the route of their hands as they fondled and sucked each other's breasts. Obviously Evelyn got the best of the deal like me she loved Debbie's nipples. She squeezed them, nibbled on them, pulled them, stretching them beyond what was considered possible, holding one in each hand shaking them as if they were reins of a horse watching Debbie's tits ripple and wobble. Evelyn started to go crazy straddling Debbie above her breasts stuffing the nipple into her pussy, pleasuring herself with it until she achieved an orgasm. With cum coating Debbie's breast and nipples Evelyn dived on top of her licking and sucking every drop. By this time I was hard again so I went over to the bed and grabbed Evelyn by the hair.

'You've fucked my wife now I'm going to fuck you.'

Forcing her on her back we tussled, with me finally mounting and ramming my cock easily inside her lubricated pussy. She was screaming at me as I pounded her while she swore calling me dirty names. When I forced my lips against hers she immediately returned my kiss with more passion than I would have believed. There was no more screaming no resistance only refusal to break the kiss. I don't know what Debbie thought as Evelyn and I laid there wrapped in each other's arm refusing to allow our lips to part even though my manhood had decided to slip from its sanctuary. It was some birthday dinner.

Debbie was very quiet during our short journey home and even changed in the bathroom as we got ready for bed, which apart from our very first night together was unheard of. In bed I apologized for what happened with Evelyn, telling her I got so wound up I just lost control. She said it was okay and probably her own fault because of the way things developed. According to Debbie, Evelyn told her several weeks ago that she was in love with me but wouldn't do anything to spoil theirs and our relationships, apparently that is why she tried to fight me off. We talked about the evening for a while with me saying how surprised I was that Evelyn allowed her to dominate and sheepishly carried out every order given. Gradually, our relationship return to normal signaled by her putting her arms around me and saying.

'Darling you have to realize that Evelyn is a prostitute, programmed, during her sexual encounters, to submit to her clients every wish. Without realizing it this was just another encounter in which she had to be submissive.'

After that evening Debbie began to put her own twist on our sexual encounters certainly making it more interesting if not slightly strange. It started one night instead of wearing her night gown she wore her short cream satin skirt, topless she laid on the top of the bed. Everything began normally kissing cuddling exploring each other's body but when it came to making love she turned over on her front. My instructions were to position myself on top, place my hands under her holding her breasts then rub myself up against her skirt between her buttocks to cum all over her skirt. Another time she asked me to cum in her bra cup while she was wearing it, again an interesting outcome.

In my eyes her most successful twist was the night she wore her long white satin nightgown. We kissed and cuddled explored one another's body's and performed oral sex on each other. However when I tried to pull her gown up to make love she insisted that the gown stayed down and that I wasn't to use my hands. I asked how the hell she was expecting me to make love to her with the gown right down to her ankles; she said that she could only see one possible way. Well it was interesting, it took time, but little by little I gradually entered her, pushing the gown before me. It was probably the most intensive feelings I have ever known. By the time I had achieved full penetration, it felt like I was wearing a condom with her saturated gown wrapped around my cock.

The month after moving into our new house we held the wedding ceremony at Evelyn's house. In preparation for the wedding and honeymoon the girls did a lot of shopping they wouldn't show me their purchases, said that I would have to wait until the time came. The ceremony was arranged for midday on a Saturday and our honeymoon flight to Jamaica was at six in the evening the same day. Packed and ready to go on the Friday night we stayed at Evelyn's with the three of us sleeping in separate rooms. Saturday morning Evelyn brought our breakfast up on a tray, neither of us were allowed to leave our room in case we ran in to each other, and that would be unlucky, according to our host. This was not just a wedding where you turn up in an old suit, this was the real deal. The girls had picked a silver grey lightweight mohair morning suit for me with all the trimmings a vest and cravat and I must admit it felt good.

At five minutes to twelve Evelyn came, dressed in a magnificent champagne full length silk dress and a wide brimmed matching hat, to escort me down stairs. She left me waiting in the large hexagonal glass pagoda, filled to overflowing with flowers and what could be considered a makeshift altar. Three minutes later with Debbie on her arm, she escorted her to my side. I stood there with a look of amazement on my face. She was beautiful, wearing a white satin strapless ballroom styled wedding dress with a sweetheart neckline, which rustled as she walked towards me. A veil, secured on her head by a diamond tiara, covered her face making it indistinct. She turned to face me, lifting the veil I found such beauty beneath it. Evelyn began the ceremony reading from a printed card with our own revised version of the marriage ceremony. Dearly beloved, then do you take, drifting into our vows, in sickness and in health, until we reach the point with this ring. The ring itself, a gold band inlaid with diamonds which belonged to Evelyn, who refused to wear it after her husband died and insisted that Debbie wear it for her. The ceremony lasted approximately ten before we arrived at you may kiss the bride, finally kissing as husband and wife.

Arm in arm we headed for the dining room where the table had been laid with various kinds of sea food including oysters and salads with a bottle of champagne in a proper ice bucket. Debbie and I sat side by side while Evelyn sat opposite to us and we tucked into that wonderful wedding breakfast. The whole ceremony was everything, if not more than I hoped for and I was really pleased to be wearing the grey morning suit, because anything else would have spoiled the whole effect. After the meal we all went to change into our going away clothes, Evelyn to her room Debbie and I to another room down the hall, furthest from Evelyn's. I closed the door, removed my coat and vest and undone the top button of my shirt. This is usually the point in a movie where the sea comes crashing over the rocks.

I took Debbie in my arms and kissed her with more passion than I have ever known then moved her over to the bed. We laid there kissing while I ran my hand all over her body squeezing and feeling it beneath the satin.

'Darling do you like my dress?'

'I think it's beautiful, I think you're beautiful.'

Her upper breasts were beginning swell as they gradually began to work their way out of the dress, as a result of the way we were laying and my deliberate attempts to ease her bodice down, I began to kiss the globes as they protruded further and further from her dress while easing my hand up the flare of her skirt. First I felt the straps of her garter belt and enjoyed myself fumbling with the clips trying to release them from her stockings. With my hand in the top of one stocking I eased it part way down her leg. My hand went back up, pushing the crotch of her satin panties to one side, to pleasure her with my fingers, all the time we lay there kissing. Breaking the kiss I began to kiss my way down her body, her neck, her breasts, burying my face and kissing her bodice, the top of her skirt, her lower skirt, then ducking my head beneath her skirt. Reversing direction applied kisses as I moved quickly up her leg, only slowing when I encountered the stocking less flesh of her thighs. Full of expectation Debra was moaning as I travelled the last few inches very slowly kissing, sucking and nipping her flesh until I reached my goal. It was then my tongue became the aggressor working in conjunction with my lips taking my wife to places of ecstasy. It was not as if we hadn't played out this scenario before, except that day was special for both of us with our feelings becoming more intense.

Dressed in her going away clothes she looked fabulous with a highly multi colored silk skirt; with the hem terminating just above the knee. The skirt I had never seen before, probably bought when they went shopping for a wedding dress. Also she wore a white silk blouse; with a hint of white bra beneath it, and white stiletto high heeled shoes. I declined Debs offer to help me carry the bags down stairs and suggested that she go ahead. Dropping the bags by the front door I wandered into the sitting room, for a few seconds I couldn't tell who was who, they had taken this twin sister thing to the extreme and wore identical outfits.

Our drive to the airport was uneventful apart from the two girls in the back reliving the wedding ceremony and discussing their outfits. I dropped them off at the departures entrance and placed the cases on a trolley, with them following me as I wheeled it through into the concourse, then left to park the car. When I caught up to them they were all giggles, apparently they were being stared at, what else was new. During the flight several pleasant comments were made mainly, I think, because I was sitting between them.

Our Jamaican overwater honeymoon bungalow was fantastic, built on stilts over the sea as part of a complex connected by walkways to the beach, with access to floating pontoons beneath the complex used for water sports. We hadn't realized it at the time but it had been a stressful day so it was early to bed and sleep. The bungalow had a self-catering facility or there were several restaurants and a dining complex were breakfast and lunches were served, that first morning breakfast was a self-catering affair. Having decided to spend the first morning on the beach relaxing we went to get changed. Debbie never failed to amaze me she wore a small red bikini with a tiny white mini skirt to cover the bottoms and a revealing white opaque blouse which did nothing to cover up her scanty bikini top. I loved it. Of course Evelyn was dressed identically. It was a wonderful week; sometimes there just was the two of us, sometime the three of us, it depended on the arrangements for that day. If we went sightseeing Evelyn usually came with us.

It was late in the evening of the second to last day and we had been out all day sightseeing, Debbie had left the room heading for the bedroom. She called out to both of us, directing us to stand at the foot of the bed, then removed her dress. Each cup of her bra had an area which was several shades darker than its original color. She removed her bra and began to squeeze her breast while tugging on her nipples. White specks of liquid appeared on the tips of her nipple, and as she gradually massaged her breasts the liquid flowed more freely until it turned into a light spray. It was Evelyn who finally came up with the answer Debbie was lactating. Each of us was concerned having never heard of such a phenomenon, later after consulting various web sites found out that it was known as erotic lactation. Usually caused by sexual arousal, it happens when a woman's breast is continually the subject of attention in the form of manipulation or breast feeding.

I asked to be allowed to suckle, to determine if the fluid tasted like milk, Debbie laid on the bed instructing us to lay one either side then massaged her breasts as we began drawing the fluid from her nipples. After a while she began teasing us pulling her nipples from our mouths she squirted the fluid over our faces the over Evelyn's breast which I immediately began to suck up. My manhood became the center of attraction with Debbie spraying her milk all over me then making Evelyn suck me clean, then repeating the process for herself to enjoy.

Debbie's milk production lasted for about two months during which time I suckled every night, not so much for my own enjoyment but mainly for Debbie's wellbeing to prevent her from suffering. I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy it, because I did and was sorry when it ended, although Debbie's attitude was the total reverse of mine and was delighted when it ended. I understood and appreciated her situation, for her it was a drag, if I hadn't suckled she would have had to hand express it herself, which apparently can become very painful.Tragedy struck again, and my life took a turn for the worst. As I approached my fortieth year Debra was diagnosed with a terminal illness and given six months to live. In the first two months there was no change and we began to hope that the doctors had misdiagnosed her. However there was change and I was forced to watch her deteriorate, although it was hardly noticeable at first. By the beginning of the fifth month on the predicted timescale, Debra's condition demanded full time care. I couldn't do it during the day because I still needed to work to pay the bills; this is where Evelyn stepped in to help. She nursed Debra through the day and I through the night. I moved into the second bedroom, for the times I had the opportunity to get some proper sleep, but put a camp bed alongside Debra, so that I could cat nap between attending to her. Evelyn would attend her each week day and Saturday night; giving me a chance to catch up on some sleep. I would attend her every night except Saturday night, having previously attended her all day Saturday, then all day and all night Sunday.

I remember it was a Sunday while pottering around tidying her bedroom up, Debra asked me to sit on the bed she wanted to talk.

'Dan I don't think I've got much longer and I need to talk to you. Dan, Evelyn loves you and I know you have strong feelings for her. Evelyn needs a steady man in her life and you need a good wife I think you're perfect for each other and I want you to promise me that you'll ask her to marry you.'

'We'll see.'

'No Dan I want you to promise me, please promise me.'

'I promise.'

Debra died the following Saturday night while I was sleeping. Evelyn came to wake me because she thought Debra had passed away but I needed to confirm for myself that she had.

I mixed her ashes with soil and placed it in a large garden pot in which I planted a red rose bush named, Loving Memory. At least we would remain close to each other. Evelyn never stopped fussing around me, everywhere I turned there she was. I know she was only trying to help but just looking at her was hard enough, in the end I had to say something, for her to give me some space to gather myself. We never spoke for a month then one day I got a phone call inviting me to dinner. I felt mean declining her offer but I wasn't ready, I think it was more about the expectation that I should marry her and I wasn't sure if Evelyn was aware or even a willing participant in Debra's plans. It was the following month that I phoned Evelyn asking her if she would help me sort out Debbie's things. We spent Saturday together sorting through her things, one instruction that Debbie insisted on was that I should return Evelyn's wedding ring to her. Evelyn wouldn't accept it, but I told her she had no option but to take it back.

Late Saturday afternoon we had finish bagging and boxing up most of Debbie's belongings the stuff that I didn't want. Before we started I offered Evelyn first pick of Debbie's belongings; the only thing that I denied her was when she asked for her wedding dress. That was staying with me because I found it a comfort. Several times I had taken it out of its protective bag and cuddled up to it in bed. I couldn't part with it although I did notice that she chose her blue dress and several items bought for our honeymoon. With everything tidied up and packed away Evelyn suggested that she head for home. I felt guilty because she was giving me the opportunity to allow her to go home unrewarded for her hard work without any ill feelings. I wanted to find some way to thank her and for us to remain together longer into the evening. Our busy day together had not been as bad as I expected so I decided to extend her stay by offering to send out for Chinese.

After dinner the evening conversation between us was a little awkward with both of us skirting around the subject of Debra. She asked me how work was, I asked her what had she being doing with herself? We spoke about some of the things the three of had done together, the conversation was definitely strained. Suddenly Evelyn stood up saying that she was going and would I like to have dinner at her house next Saturday at seven o'clock, I thanked her, said I would, then walked her out to her car and she was gone.

We began to see more of each other, mainly weekends. She would come to my house or I would go to hers, sometimes we would go out to a restaurant. Companionship turned to dating we began to kiss goodnight, brief kisses at first becoming more passionate. Evelyn never pushed our relationship everything seemed to happen in its own time, naturally until THE weekend. We'd been dating six months, even as I was getting ready to have dinner at Evelyn's that night I knew exactly what would happen. I slipped the jewelry box with Debra's engagement ring in my pocket and headed off in the car. Somehow I knew; I don't know what it was but I knew, she would be wearing Debra's blue dress, she was and she looked fantastic. She slipped her arms around my neck; I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her tight to me. The kiss lasted forever. There was very little conversation during dinner but a great deal of eye contact and smiles. After dinner we lay on the sofa and kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

'Don't leave me tonight Dan, stay with me, sleep with me, I need you in my bed, I need you in me. I'm in love with you Dan; I have been since that first time we met, please take me to bed.'

Hand in hand we climbed the stairs. Evelyn led me into her bedroom; a room that I was fairly familiar with although every time I had entered there had been three of us, now we were only two. She asked me to undress her; I did, kissing every bit of her body as it became exposed, every bit. The strangest thing was that our love making lasted almost twice as long as it did with Debbie. I did everything with Evelyn that I did with Debbie, kissing every part of her body, fondling her tits, sucking her nipples, occasionally using my tongue to bring her to a climax. The difference was in the foreplay. Evelyn really enjoyed, just as I did, the initial bout of kissing on the mouth, with the lips and tongue in harmony creating so much passion. We spent so much time kissing while our hands explored each other's body, continually bringing each other almost to the peaks of ecstasy before backing off. Our love making was just like a conveyor system by the time we had satisfied each other sexually we could carry on kissing. By the time we had satisfied each other romantically we were again ready for sex. Having made love twice and on our third bout of kissing I stopped, Evelyn wanted to know if there was a problem.

'Evelyn I need to talk with you, I want to ask you to marry me but you will have to stop going with other men.'

She started laughing and said. 'You don't know, Debra never told you?'

'Told me what?'

'I haven't been with another man apart from the few times we've been together since that first Saturday you and Debra came to dinner. So yes darling I will marry you, and I think you can safely say that I will not be going with any other men.'

We kissed then I reached under the pillow and pulled out the box removed the ring then asked Evelyn if she would consider wearing Debbie's engagement ring or would she prefer for me to buy her a new one. I was delighted when she said she would be pleased and honored to wear Debbie's engagement ring. I slipped it on her finger then she told me she always envied Debra wearing the ring not just because it was a beautiful ring, but what it represented, me. She kissed me then said there's a bottle of champagne in the fridge.

'Dan would you propose to me the way you did with Debra in the sitting room, I'll just wear the blue dress?' Evelyn handed back the ring for me to slip back in its box.

'No, for you I think the pagoda would be more suitable, especially if it's filled with flowers, I'll come to you there. You put the dress on, give me a few minutes to check the pagoda and I will call you when I'm ready and you can wait for me in there.'

The pagoda was full of flowers and tucked out of the way in one corner was this magnificent vintage totally white in every respect two seater sofa. Consisting of a white cast iron frame with delicate filigree work across and above the white leathered upholstered back, balanced by similar work below the seat in front of the white leather cushions. I managed to drag it out into the middle then surrounded it with flowers at the back and both sides. Heading for the kitchen I stopped and called to Evelyn to come down and close the doors behind her. The champagne was racked in the fridge and the ice bucket in its usual place. Filling the bucket with ice and screwing the bottle down into it I made my way back to the bedroom picking up a couple of champagne glasses on the way.

Still naked from our love making, I slipped on my shirt and pants and headed back downstairs. Evelyn, having taken up a pose of coyness, was sitting in the middle of the sofa; I went to her, knelt, opened the box and asked her to marry me. She feigned surprise and with her hand stretch out waited for me to slip the ring on her finger before saying yes. Back in the bedroom Evelyn recreated the same situation as Debra by propping me up on pillows and positioning herself between my legs. I poured out the glasses of champagne and we toasted our engagement.

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