Helen opened her mouth, but I saw Sarah give her mother a quick hug to indicate that she wanted to speak, instead. Looking directly into my eyes, Sarah told me "Believe it or not, I'm actually kind of shy around people; particularly people I don't know all that well. I'm feeling a little scared and nervous to be standing here in front of you, naked. But what Mom said was right, about both of us wanting to share ourselves with you, and she was speaking for both of us when she explained why. I turned seventeen a few months ago, shortly after I graduated high school – a year ahead of the rest of the kids my age. I had several different boyfriends while I was in school, but it seemed like all any of them wanted to do was use me, whether it was to just show me off to his friends, get me naked and play with my tits, or get between my legs. Almost none of them was willing or able to pay any attention to what I wanted, and that made me even more reluctant to let anyone get close to me that way. A few months before I graduated, I believed that the guy I had been going out with was the kind of person I was looking for. He wanted us to have sex, but didn't push it when I said 'no'." She gave a wry laugh and continued "Oh, he was a good one, all right. It turned out that he was just playing me along until he could have sex with me; once he'd taken my virginity, he proceeded to tell all of his buddies what he'd done, like I was some kind of prize he'd won. The bitch of it is that he was patient enough, and good enough, that I realized just how much I could enjoy having sex. By the time I found out that he was telling everyone about us, we'd had sex several times; and each time, I liked it more and more. So when I broke up with him, it just made my physical needs and desires that much worse. From what Mom has told me, I'm going through pretty much the same thing she is, so I understand the things she's told me a whole lot better than I did before. As crass or crude as it might sound, I want to get laid, dammit! But I don't want it to be by some stud for hire, or someone that's only after our money, or some clown that's just looking to add another notch to his bedpost; I want it to be by someone that is able and willing to let himself 'open up' enough to be with me like Mom is and does. Somebody with class or character or whatever, like Mom said. And I think that someone is, or could be, you."
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.