Dorsai - Taxi

After she finished, I realized that her quietness that evening was easily explained by a measure of shyness. And if Helen had been doing an adequate job of explaining things, then there really wasn't any need for Sarah to have said anything. The idea of a mother and daughter having an intimate relationship had thrown me at first, but as Helen had told me how and why she'd decided it was acceptable – at least, for her and Sarah – I'd realized that there really wasn't anything for me to say about it. Helen had given me the tip before letting me know that she and Sarah wanted to have me in their bed, so I didn't have any reason to feel like they were trying to rent me for stud services or anything of that nature. All in all, I really couldn't think of any reasons I shouldn't take them up on it, and could see two damn fine reasons I should right there in front of me.

So I simply looked into each ones face for a few moments before answering "I'd be delighted, then."

Both of them looked more than a little pleased, which surprised me a bit, before they released each other's waist and stepped closer to me. The first to lean in for a kiss was Helen, who made it more than clear that I wouldn't regret my decision to stay with them. When she finally pulled back, Sarah leaned forward to let me know that she was pretty much over her shyness – at least, with me. Sarah's kiss was a little more restrained than Helens, but no less promising.

After both of them had kissed me, Helen got a distinct twinkle in her eye and told me "It seems a little unfair that you're getting to look at us, but we aren't getting to see any of you!"

I couldn't help but smile, but when I reached for the buttons on my shirt, it was Sarah that said "Let us take care of all that for you…"

I let my hands fall to my sides again, and the two of them reached agreement as to which would do what with a brief look into each others eyes. Helen went to one knee and reached for my belt buckle while Sarah got started on the buttons on my shirt.

Helen took her time getting my belt, then pants, undone; Sarah had plenty of time to get my shirt off of me before she knelt down, too. When she had, she and Helen shared a kiss – and brief mutual fondling – before Sarah went to work getting my shoes and socks off of me. With those out of the way, she helped her mother with getting my pants down my legs and then set off to the side. I could see the eager anticipation when both looked at the way my semi-erect penis was tenting my shorts (watching them kiss and caress each other, on top of how good they looked, did wonders for my libido) before Helen slowly reached out to slide her hands under the waistband. Slowly and carefully, she slid them down until my cock and balls were revealed – at which point both of them looked delighted. As Helen went about getting my shorts removed, Sarah reached out to take me into her warm hand and gently squeeze and slightly pull on my penis. Once Helen had rid herself of my shorts, she extended a hand to cup my balls. I must have stood there for a couple of minutes while Helen and Sarah slowly and carefully got themselves familiar with the particulars of my genitals. In the process, they did wonders at increasing the state of my arousal.

When they had ogled my equipment long enough, the two of them stood up again and moved close so that we could each have a turn at kissing the other two. Then each of them took one of my hands and led me into the cabin's bedroom, which was nearly as large as the living area had been. The bed looked to be a bit larger than a King sized, which meant that there would be plenty of room for all of us – though I doubted that we'd really need it, or even mind all that much if we didn't have it…

With all three of us next to the bed, I was faced with a small problem (if you could call it that): whether I wanted to kiss Helen first (and possibly have Sarah feel like she was somehow being put into a secondary position), or kiss Sarah and risk having Helen think that I was favoring her (younger, arguably more attractive) daughter. I decided to pull both of them close and kiss Helen first – but make my kiss to Sarah a little longer, in the hope of 'balancing' things.

Over the course of the rest of the night, I came to realize that I needn't have worried, or bothered.

After Sarah and I ended our kiss, Helen moved to to plant another one on me, and making it as passionate and inviting and full of promise for what lay ahead as she could. It wasn't but a few seconds from the time our lips touched until hers parted in invitation, followed by mine in acceptance. Even as our tongues were getting introduced, she lifted the hand she still had hold of to her breast; a second or so later, Sarah did the same thing – leaving me standing there with my hands full of two different but equally delightful mammaries while Helen and I tried to clean each others tonsils.

Helen and I finally have to come up for air, and when I look into her eyes I can see that I've got a damn interesting time ahead of me.

Then it's Sarah's turn again – and she makes no bones about letting me know that she meant what she said about wanting to get laid when she reaches out to take my cock in her hand and start stroking it. I begin to grow in her hand, and when our kiss finally ends I'm almost completely hard.

Both of them look down to where my dick is standing out, and I see (and feel) their nipples start to erect before Helen tells me "I can see that you're almost ready. Let's go ahead and get comfortable so we can keep going!"

Before we get onto the bed, though, Helen and Sarah take a moment to kiss each other; Sarah turns loose of my dick so she can return the favor when her mother puts her hand on the breast that I'm not busy with. When they're done, Helen guides me to the middle of the bed before she and Sarah move to lie on each side of me. They're on their sides, resting on their elbows looking down at me when Helen tells me "This is the first time that Sarah and I are both with the same man – but we already know that we aren't jealous of each other, and neither of us gets hurt or upset if one of us gets a little more attention than the other; so you don't have to worry about doing something with one of us and not doing it with the other."

Sarah speaks up to let me know "We've learned that both of us like pretty much the same things, though each of us has some things we like more than others. But both of us like pretty much all of it, so you don't have to worry about making either of us happy. We'll trust that you won't 'push' things if you start to do something that one or the other of us doesn't want – but I don't think that will be a problem."

I looked from one to the other before answering "No, I won't 'push'; it's not my way to try and force somebody to do anything they don't want, or like. And I'll trust that you'll understand that I won't know what your 'limits' are until I come to them, if it gets to that point."

Both nodded their understanding and acceptance, visibly pleased to have my verbal confirmation that I wasn't going to try and do anything that would upset them – at least, not deliberately.

That out of the way, the two of them shared another look before each sat up long enough to pivot on her butt so that they were head-to-head (so to speak) with my erect penis. Helen was the first to lower her head and take me in her mouth; Sarah was content to watch after extending a hand and starting to play with my scrotum and testicles.

Helen may not have gotten as much action from her husband as she wanted, but she certainly seemed to have made the most of the time she DID have with him: she did an exemplary job of using her lips and tongue to stimulate the head of my cock before taking nearly the entire thing into her mouth and gently sucking on it for a little bit. Then she got serious about getting me fully erect, and started doing everything she knew to stimulate me to full hardness.