Intrigued by Sinéad asking the question, I turned it back on her and asked, “Did you ever think about my mother that way?”
Sinéad was silent for a long enough time that I thought she wasn’t going to answer me. Then she sighed and said, “Yes, I did. I was confused about why I was attracted to women, and Ciara had always been there for me while I was growing up. The summer before I went off to college, I visited your mother. You and Sean were off to summer camp, and your father was out of town on business, so we had the week together to catch up on our lives and just hang out together.
“One night, we were dishing and sharing a bottle of wine, and I suddenly got the urge to lean in and kiss Ciara. She started but didn’t break the kiss. I didn’t dare press in, but eventually, we separated. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too, just not that way. I tried to apologize, thinking Ciara would never want to talk to me again, but she hushed me and told me I would always be her little sister. She knew I was in a vulnerable place. She could have easily condemned me for my feelings for her, but she just held me and told me she was glad I was her little sister,” Sinéad finished in a rush.
Hearing that, I said, “That explains why Mom had no problem when she found out about us.” I had told Sinéad about how Mom knew about us and wasn’t upset about it, just worried that we’d be found out.
“Yes,” Sinéad said. “I always figured that Ciara may have thought that if I couldn’t have her, you’d be a suitable substitute.”
I snuggled in and asked, “Am I?”
“Oh, God, yes, mo mhuirnín!” exclaimed Sinéad.
“Good,” I said.
We stopped talking for a while, and I straightened up and slid back over to my side of the seat. I took the time to think about what Sinéad had just told me. I wondered how often mothers and daughters had sexual fantasies for each other, and giving in to them messed up their relationship. I thought about Bonnie and realized that the money she had gifted me was a small price to pay for not screwing up her relationship with her daughter Michelle. I was glad that I had been in the right place at the right time to help Bonnie get her head straight.
The song “Momma Told Me (Not to Come)” by Three Dog Night came on the radio, and I enjoyed listening to it. After a bit, we started talking again. We avoided heavy topics, discussing President Nixon invoking the Railway Act to prevent a rail strike. I had heard he also proposed creating the Environmental Protection Agency and the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. I was happy with how he’d done as president so far and was glad I had voted for him.
Although it was getting past lunchtime, we decided not to stop anywhere to eat. We wanted to get home and enjoy each other’s company. Finally, we rolled up into Sinéad’s driveway. She helped me with my bag, and we headed inside. Once the door was closed, we were in each other’s arms, our lips locked and our tongues battling for supremacy. It had been so long since I had last been with Sinéad, and I was trying to make up for it all at once, pressing so hard against her as though trying to meld with her.
When we broke, we put our foreheads together and stared into each other’s eyes as we gasped, trying to get air in our lungs. Once we settled down, Sinéad asked, “Lunch first?”
As much as I wanted a good spanking, I did the smart thing and said, “Yes, let’s eat.” I gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll get my bag,” I threw over my shoulder as Sinéad headed for the kitchen, and I grabbed my bag and headed for my bedroom.
By the time I unpacked and performed a quick toilet, Sinéad had thrown together a quick lunch. I shooed her off to wash up while I pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. When Sinéad returned, I had the table set and the food plated. Sinéad said grace before we dug in and quickly ate, both of us anxious to get to the bedroom.
When we finished eating, we quickly cleaned up before heading to the bedroom. As soon as we entered, I started stripping, toeing off my shoes before pulling off my clothes. I helped Sinéad with her harness and picked out the girl cock I wanted her to fuck me with, ensuring it was correctly positioned to give Sinéad the greatest pleasure as she spanked and fucked me.
I kneeled down and lubricated Sinéad’s girl cock before climbing on the bed. I looked over my shoulder as she came up behind me and took a moment to play with my plug before making sure it was positioned correctly. Sinéad picked up the boudoir paddle and gave me two quick whacks, one on each cheek, before stepping up behind me. I was already moaning as the zings traveled through my body as I reached back between my legs to guide her girl cock to my entrance.
I braced myself as Sinéad pushed in, her girl cock stretching and filling me as it plumbed the depths of my pussy. As soon as I felt her hips against my thighs, she gave me two more quick whacks, stinging my ass and making me moan, “Oh, God, Sinéad! I really missed this.”
“Oh, mo mhuirnín, I missed this, too!” Sinéad exclaimed before giving me two more quick whacks, the pain/pleasure spikes making me moan, “Oh, God!” again.
Sinéad started pumping in and out of me, liberally whacking my ass, sending me into a haze of absolute bliss. The sharp retorts of the paddle hitting my ass faded away as I surrendered to the pleasure of being fucked and spanked by the one person who loved me as much as I loved her. Soon I was unintelligibly screaming as I gave into the multiple orgasms crashing down on me, my only thought being that I hoped Sinéad was enjoying this as much as I was …
… I felt a weight on me shift and disappear as my pussy suddenly felt empty …
… I felt a coolness on my hot, stinging ass and knew Sinéad was applying the cold cream to it. It felt so good I moaned my enjoyment …
… When I came too, Sinéad had her arms around me, murmuring “Oh, mo mhuirnín,” repeatedly. I stirred, and she stopped and asked, “Are you okay, mo mhuirnín?”
“Oh, mo mhuirnín, that was heavenly,” I moaned. “Oh, God, I really, really needed that, Sinéad!” I averred.
“I’m glad you enjoyed, mo mhuirnín,” Sinéad said. “I really enjoyed it, too!”
“I’m glad you did, Sinéad. Knowing you enjoy it makes it feel even better,” I said.
I closed my eyes, enjoying being held in Sinéad’s arms. As the cold cream worked its magic, I drifted off …
… When I woke up, I had to go pee. I carefully got up and went into the bathroom. I squatted over the bowl and let loose, moaning my relief as my bladder emptied. My ass was burning, but it was feeling better than earlier. I debated whether to wear a robe before deciding to forego it and headed out into the living room. I found Sinéad on the phone, talking to Sionainn, and waved ‘Hi’ to her before I went into the kitchen to get a drink. Sinéad soon came into the kitchen and said, “Sionainn says ‘Hi’ and looks forward to seeing you.”
I hugged Sinead and said, “I’m looking forward to seeing her, too.”
I helped Sinéad fix dinner and ate standing up. We spent the evening in bed, me between her legs or on top in a sixty-nine, making Sinéad scream my name until she weakly pushed me away and said, “That’s enough, mo mhuirnín.”
By the time Sionainn returned, my ass was fine, and Sinéad and I dressed up for her. We greeted her when she came to the door, letting her know we were glad to see her. Once we were done kissing her, we headed out for an evening of dinner and dancing. We had a great time and were all in a good mood when we got home. We dragged Sionainn into Sinéad’s bedroom and quickly undressed before helping Sionainn don her harness.
Sinéad and I took turns riding Sionainn’s girl cock to multiple orgasms, switching from being on our hands and knees to laying Sionainn on her back and riding her like a cowgirl. Finally, we helped Sionainn out of her harness and double-teamed her to multiple orgasms before wearing her out.
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