Living the Dream in Mexico Pt. 05

Living the Dream in Mexico pt. 5

This story contains themes of mother/daughter incest and abuse. Other than that, just good clean fun. No one having sex is under 18.

Brian woke the next morning expecting to feel some remorse for having taken Valentina’s anal cherry. It was an amazing experience, one he hoped to be able to repeat soon. He would have to see how Vale felt about it when he went down. He dressed after his shower thinking how good the coffee would taste when he had it made.

Before he reached the bottom of the steps the heavenly aroma of fresh brewed coffee assaulted his nostrils. Entering the kitchen he found Valentina holding out his filled mug. He smiled, gratefully accepting it before blowing on it then taking a sip.

“Oh man, this is perfect,” he said appreciatively. “How did you know how to make it?”

“I am not stupid you know. If you wrote down the instructions I could not do it, but I watched for the last few days and remembered how,” she said with her nose in the air.

“Well, you did a great job. Did you watch how I make the scrambled eggs?” he asked.

“Of course, it is a simple thing.”

“Ok then, you make the eggs, I will make the toast,” he said.

She nodded, then, as if she were watching a video in her head, mixed the eggs and poured them in the far too hot frying pan. Before she could stir them, they were stuck to the pan. She took the pan off the heat in an attempt to salvage them, but it was no use. She looked at the mess in the pan then turned her back to him. He could see her shoulders shaking as she quietly cried.

He didn’t say a word, reaching around her for the pan. He scraped the eggs into the garbage before getting a clean frypan from the cupboard. He put the open carton of eggs on the counter with the milk then took her arms to steer her to the counter.

“Try again,” he said.

“No, I don’t want to, I ruined four eggs, they don’t grow on trees you know,” she said.

“That is correct, they don’t grow on trees, they come from a chicken’s butt,” he said smiling.

She looked startled then smiled, “Ok, what did I do wrong?”

He watched as she followed his instructions, making some perfect scrambled eggs.

She had said nothing about what had happened the night before. It was killing him not knowing how she felt about it.

Finally, when they were nearly finished eating he asked, “Did you need a cushion for your chair this morning?”

“No, I’m fine,” she said wiggling her narrow butt on the chair bottom to prove it.

“Well, I’m glad, a girl’s first time can be painful for a few days,” he said.

“Not this girl, I think I could take him in my butt again right now,” she said looking at him hopefully.

“That’s good to know but I think we better give your butt a rest for a couple of days,” he said firmly.

“How about if we wait until tonight?” she asked.

“No, I have a date tonight,” he told her.

She angrily grabbed her plate and took it into the kitchen. She started slamming things around as she cleaned up.

“God damn it, knock that shit off before you break something,” he yelled.

She threw the sponge into the sink then went to her room.

“If you slam that door you will be back out in the garage,” he warned her.

She did the opposite, leaving the door wide open as she sat on her bed. Brian let her pout for five minutes before going to the open door softly saying, “Finish cleaning up, please.”

She sullenly pushed past him on her way to the kitchen. When she was done he asked her to come sit at the table with him. Before she sat she took his mug to the kitchen for a refill.

He thanked her then said, “Vale, we have been over this before. You and I have something going on, I don’t know what it is exactly. But whatever it is does not make it so I won’t see other women. Our ages make it so we could never be happy with each other for a long period of time. You need someone more your own age. You understand that, don’t you?”

“The only thing I know is that you are turning me into a woman. I cannot think of any other man who could do that like you have. You are so patient, so kind, you understand me,” she said as she started to sob.

“Vale don’t cry, please. Come here,” he said pushing his chair from the table.

When she came to his chair he put her on his lap, holding her until her sobs ended.

“I don’t know how this is going to turn out Vale, I know I will cry as hard as you did when some young man takes you away from me. Until then we need to move ahead as best we can,” he said tenderly.

She nodded before saying, “I think I need to sleep now.”

Early that evening Brian stood in front of his open closet trying to decide what to wear. He chuckled, then said out loud, “What do you wear to a mother/daughter threesome?” In the end he chose a flowered shirt with black khakis and deck shoes.

He grabbed his keys then went to Vale’s room and found her sitting on the bed. “I am leaving now; will you be alright alone?”

Sullenly she said, “Of course, I have been alone all my life.”

Not rising to the bait, he cheerfully said, “Don’t wait up, I may not be home at all.”

He followed the directions of the address ping Karin had sent, pulling up to her house fifteen minutes later. He got out then reached back to collect a bag from the back seat. It held two bottles of wine plus a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Karin answered his knock then welcomed him with a kiss and a hug. She took the bag from him then led him down the hall to the lounge.

“I’m going to get the wine cooling. What can I get you?” she asked.

“A little of the bourbon with ice, no water, would be good.”

As he waited a younger woman came into the room. She was tall and thin, she carried herself well. She was not particularly good looking, not ugly, but very plain. She did, however, have a delightful smile.

She approached him as he stood, then holding out her hand, said, “Welcome to our home. I am Beatriz, please call me Bea. I am sorry, I would greet you by name but my mother, if she ever knew it, has forgotten your name.”

“I did give her my name, but she was distracted at the time. I am Brian Hanson, pleased to meet you Bea,” he said.

Bea laughed then said, “Hello Brian, welcome to our home. The reason she was distracted was because she was concentrating on having a silent orgasm at the thought of us all being together.”

“So has this been a fantasy of your moms for a long time?”

“Yes, it has,” Karin answered as she carried in a tray with drinks on it. “And Beatriz’s also of course.”

As she served drinks she said, “My daughter and I both divorced within a few months of each other. I convinced her to move in with me. We were both lonely but wary, and a bit bitter, about men at that time. We just sort of drifted into helping each other when we got lonely. That was two years ago.”

“Well said mom, but it wasn’t lonely so much as horny,” Bea put in. “We had both had good sex lives with our husbands, now that was gone.”

“I’m sure Brian can read between the lines, I was trying to be discreet my dear,” Karin said.

“Why?” Bea asked her. “I suspect Brian will be cock deep in both of us in a few minutes.”

Karin turned toward Brian, “I am sorry about her language, when she gets excited, she has no filter.”

“It’s quite all right Karin, if you don’t mind, I am going to punish Bea for being too forward,” Brian told them.

“Oh, I like that, how are you going to punish her,” Karin asked excitedly.

“Why, by eating your pussy then fucking you while she watches, of course,” Brian said with a smile.

Both women started talking at once. Brian finally whistled shrilly to get them to shut up. He pointed at Karin first.

“I would love to go first, but I want you to handcuff her, hands behind her, so she can’t touch herself while she watches,” Karin begged him.

“Ok, I can do that,” he agreed before pointing at Bea.

“I was going to ask if you would make her eat my pussy while you fuck her, please?” she was almost whining.

“What part of punishment don’t you understand you silly cunt?” he said laughing.

“Blindfold her, let her listen and wonder what perverted things you are doing to me,” Karin demanded.

“What kind of perverted things would you like me to do to you?” he asked.

“We need to take this to my bedroom to show you,” she said.

“In a minute, I’d like to finish my drink first,” he told them.

Karin leaned back onto the couch, “Of course, please excuse my bad manners,” Karin said contritely.

“Perfectly all right,” he said with a wave of his arm. “I will take it out on you in the bedroom.”

“Oh god, I certainly hope you do.”

“Mother you are such a needy little slut,” Bea said laughing.

“And what is your excuse young lady?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Brian enjoyed listening to them banter while thinking about how to please these two horny women. Much would depend on what he found in the bedroom he supposed.

Brian finished his drink then asked for another. He didn’t really want a second drink, but it made the females squirm in their seats, which was of course the point. At last, he finished his drink and stood up. The ladies popped to their feet nearly tripping over each other while leading him toward the back of the single story house.

Karin’s bedroom was a large airy room that during the day would get a lot of natural light. Now it was lit by numerous candles and low wattage red lights. Through two open doors he could see a large bathroom and a dressing room. The bed was king sized with only a floral print fitted sheet on it. The opposite end of the room contained a couch, two armchairs and a low table. There was a large steamer trunk against one wall and a 70″ TV on the other.

Now that they were in the bedroom both women seemed shy, uncertain what to do next. Brian relieved the tension by walking over to the trunk saying, “I can only assume that this is your toy chest?”

They both laughed before pulling him over to show off their treasures. Everything in the box was laid out neatly. The lid of the trunk was fitted with spring clips that held a variety of rattan canes, crops, and bamboo rods, rounding out the selection was what appeared to be two buggy whips.