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 Title: Intervention


Summary: A rich man's hedonistic lifestyle shocks his mother.


Keywords: inc,fic



   The maid's daughter woke me, gently shaking my shoulder.  "Phone,
Thomas. Your mother."

   I looked up at her, shielding my eyes from the sun that blazed in the
sky directly behind her head.  "Thanks Esmeralda." She smiled and handed me
a cordless phone and walked back to the house.

   I said "Hello, Mom."

   "How are you, Dear?  What's my favorite son doing to pass the time on a
cold winter day?"

   "Your 'only' son is lounging by the pool, talking to his favorite
mother. It's 80 degrees here.  What's up?"

   "Thomas...  There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it: Rob
and I are getting a divorce."

   I sat up in my deck chair.  "Good," I said.  "Great, in fact.  Mom, I'm
sorry if you're upset or having a hard time, but I have never liked Rob."

   My mother married Rob Wallace when I was 22, four years or so after my
father died aboard American Airlines Flight 11 when it crashed into the
North Tower of the World Trade Center.  Rob isn't a bad guy, really, but
compared to my dad's open, boisterous, and loving personality, my
step-father is a cold fish.  I never got used to him, and since I was away
at college when they married I never even had much time to try.

   "I know," said Mom.  "Rob is a good man and a good provider, but...  I
was alone and needed someone, and he wanted me, but marrying him was a
mistake."

   I stretched back out on the lounge chair.  "How is he taking it, Mom?"

   "Oh, all right.  He's disappointed, but not devastated." She chuckled
into the phone.  "I don't think he's capable of being devastated; he just
doesn't have the emotional range.  That's part of the problem."

   "Where are you going to live?  Are you keeping the condo or is he?"

   "We're selling it, and that's part of what I wanted to talk to you
about. I was hoping that I could fly out to California and live with you
for a while in that big mansion of yours."

   I sat back up again.  "Mom...  It would be great to have you out here,
really great."

   "I sense a 'but' coming."

   "Well...  it might be better if we got you a place close by.  Or there's
a really nice little Ritz Carlton hotel near here.  We could set you up in
a suite there for as long as you like."

   We could afford it, either one of us.  I gifted $3 million each to Mom
and my sister Tina a year ago.

   Silence on the phone.  Then, "You don't want me to stay with you?"

   "Mom, I love you and nothing would make me happier than to have you live
with me here, forever if you want.  But there are some things you don't
know about me."

   "Like what?"

   Shit, how to explain this...  "I worked hard for years.  In sixth grade
I started working on my college resume.  I took honors and advanced prep
classes and studied hard and got straight A's.  All my leftover time went
into writing my video game."

   "I remember all that, Thomas.  We were very proud of you.  I still am."

   "When Dad died while I was at MIT, I just drove myself harder.  Summa
cum laude, BS and MS in engineering, my video game on the market for the PC
and then the PS3, my hardware accelerator design sold to Sony."

   "You've worked hard and been incredibly successful."

   "Yup.  I made millions through hard work, and then on top of that I win
the California State Lottery this year through pure dumb luck."

   "Thomas, what does this have to do with letting me stay with you?"

   I thought about how to say it.

   "All those years I was working at school and writing software and
designing hardware, I missed out on things.  Other kids were playing
sports; I was doing homework.  In college I had some acquaintances but
didn't have enough time to really make friends.  I didn't go to parties;
didn't drink at all, in fact.  I stayed in my room and worked on the
computer."

   I took a deep breath.  "Mom...  I was still a virgin at 23 when I left
MIT."

   "Oh my," said my mother.  "Well...  there's nothing wrong with that,
Dear."

   "Are you okay talking about this, Mom?"

   "Certainly," she said.  "We're both adults and I'm not a prude.  And I'm
your mother; you can talk to me about anything."

   "Okay," I said.  "I'll go on, then.  When the money really started
rolling in I realized that I didn't have to work so hard any more.  I
bought this place on the coast and hired some help: an accountant, a
lawyer, a live-in maid who also cooks.  Then when I won the lottery, it was
like a message from God: 'Relax.  Take some time off.  Play a little.'"

   "Well, that certainly sounds like good advice, Thomas.  So are you
playing?"

   "As much as I can, Mom.  In every way possible."

   "What do you mean?" said Mom.

   "I run and lift weights.  I play basketball and touch football and
ultimate Frisbee and I've taken up golf."

   "You must be in very good shape."

   "I have a live-in personal trainer now.  She helps me work out and she's
teaching me yoga and karate."

   "She?" said Mom.

   "Nela.  She's kicks my ass, but she gives great massages.  Not to
mention that she's drop-dead gorgeous."

   "Live-in maid, live-in trainer.  So maybe you don't have enough room for
me to stay with you?"

   "No, we have plenty of room, Mom.  It's just..." I hesitated.  "It's
just that I'm very hedonistic here.  I'm naked a lot, for starters.  I'm
naked right now, getting some sun by the pool.  Could you deal with that if
you lived here?"

   I could sense my mother blushing over the phone.  "Well, Thomas, I
haven't seen you nude for many years, but I don't think a little European
sunbathing will bother me too much."

   "Mom, it's more than that.  I'm kind of a half-time nudist now.  I'm
nude almost all the time I'm in the backyard.  I swim naked, jacuzzi naked.
It's so private here that I can even be nude in the front yard too, if I
want; I only have a couple of neighbors and they don't care.  Naked yoga.
Nude massages.  Sometimes on hot days I never bother getting dressed at
all."

   "Naked meals?"

   "Sometimes."

   "But you'd cover up for your mother, wouldn't you?"

   I sighed.  "That's just it, Mom.  I want you here, very much.  I love
you.  But I don't want to change my lifestyle, not one bit.  So if you live
here with me, you'll have to get used to seeing me in the buff some of the
time."

   Long pause.  Then, "I can do that, I think, Dear."

   I said, "There's more, Mom.  I'm not a virgin any more."

   "Oh, my.  Well, that's good, Dear.  Do you have a girlfriend?"

   I said, "Not exactly.  But I have a lot of sex.  Pretty much anytime I
want.  And anywhere I want, too.  Indoors and outside.  If you live here,
you're going to see some of it."

   Silence on the phone.

   "Mom?  Are you still there?"

   "Yes, I'm here.  I just...  Who do you have sex with?"

   "Well, Nela and I make love a lot.  Neither one of us can get enough. 
But we're just friends.  I've also gotten to know a lot of girls in the
area, and some of them come over occasionally."

   "More than one at a time?"

   "Sometimes."

   "Thomas."

   "What?  I'm having fun, for the first time in my life.  I certainly
don't want to stop."

   Mom said, "Are you having sex with the maid, too?"

   "No.  She and her daughter are here from Mexico illegally, so it
wouldn't be right for me to have a physical relationship with them.  It
would be like coercion, even if I wasn't trying that.  How could they say
no?"

   "How old is her daughter?"

   "Esmeralda?  She's eighteen now."

   "So she was what, sixteen when they came to work for you?  What kind of
mother lets her daughter live around a naked man who has sex in plain
sight?"

   "It's their choice.  And I pay them well."

   "Oh, Thomas," said Mom.  "I'm coming out there to stay with you, if only
to calm you down."

   "Okay Mom," I said.  "But remember, it's your choice, too.  And I'm not
planning to change any time soon.  My house, my rules."

   -----------------------------------

   I picked Mom up at LAX on a hot afternoon two weeks after her phone
call. I hadn't seen her for nearly two years, and when she came through the
entrance to baggage claim and smiled at me I almost started to tear up, I
was so glad to see her.  We hugged.

   "Thomas, look at you!  Tall and tan and fit and handsome.  My God, the
last time I saw you, you were pasty white from spending all your time
hunched over that computer.  California certainly agrees with you."

   "You look great too, Mom, really excellent."

   It was true.  She had a beautiful face that was unmarked by age, and (I
noticed for the first time) a killer body that felt firm under my hands as
we hugged.

   She smiled at my compliment.  "Thank you, Dear.  Careful diet, lots of
exercise, and unlike you I stay out of the sun.  If you spend as much time
by the pool as you say, your skin will be getting all lined and creased in
no time.  All over," she said, blushing.

   I had no comeback, so I said "Come on, let's get your bags and head for
home."

   I got her luggage into the M5 and we took off.  It was a nice day so I
stayed off the freeways and drove up the coast.

   "It's so beautiful here," she said.  "I can understand why you love
Southern California."

   "Yeah, it doesn't suck," I said.  "Would you like to stop and get
something to eat on the way?  I know a lot of good places where we can get
a quick lunch, if you're hungry."

   "I'm a little hungry but they fed us on the plane," she said.  "I can
wait.  And I really would like to get settled right away."

   "Great," I said.  I turned east to take the scenic route through the
hills and canyons.  "Juana can't wait to cook for you so this will work out
fine.  She's been shopping and loading up the larder with stuff to make
your favorite recipes...  at least, the ones I remember you used to like."

   "Thank you, Dear, but I don't want to be a bother.  I can eat whatever
you eat."

   I laughed.  "Be careful about that.  A lot of the time I eat this health
crap that Nela feeds me: lumpy green juice and other stuff that I don't
want to know the details of.  She says it's good for my, ah, stamina."

   Mom looked at me.  "You mean your sexual stamina?"

   "Yeah," I said, looking straight ahead.

   "How many times a day do you have sex?"

   "Are you sure you want to talk about this, Mom?" I said as I turned onto
my road.

   "I'm curious.  How often?"

   I thought about it.  "Well, it's hard to say.  Sometimes, depending on
what I'm doing, there's really no way to say when one 'time' has ended and
another 'time' has started.  At times I've spent hours having pretty much
continuous sex.  If it means anything, I once had ten orgasms in one day.
But usually I'd say I have no more than three to five orgasms in a typical
day."

   "Jesus Christ, Thomas!" my mother said.  "You fuck like a bunny rabbit!"

   "Um, not really, Mom." I was mildly shocked by her language; I didn't
remember her cursing much.  "Sometimes Nela sleeps with me at night and
we'll make love a couple of times in the morning.  Then we'll work out, and
afterwards she'll give me a massage and finish it with a blow job or a hand
job.  Often a girl or two will come over for lunch and later we may wind up
having sex by the pool.  It's like that, casual, not bunny-frantic.  Are
you sure you're okay talking about this stuff?"

   "If I'm going to see it happening, I have to be able to talk about it,"
said Mom.

   We were almost home.

   "How about you," I said.  "How often do you have sex?"

   Mother was silent for a while.  Then she said, "Not often.  Hardly at
all since your father died.  Rob isn't...  affectionate that way.  He
doesn't need it like I do.  I'm not even sure he likes it."

   "But you like it?"

   Mom grinned.  "Oh, yes.  Very much.  I miss it.  Your father was quite
the lover."

   And with that, we were home.  I pulled into the long flagstone driveway
and parked the BMW near the front door.  I blipped the horn to let the
women know that we had arrived, popped the trunk, got out and walked around
and opened Mom's door.

   "Thomas...  This place is huge!"

   I grinned.  "It's adequate," I said.

   The front door of the house opened and Juana, her daughter Esmeralda,
and Nela walked out to greet us.

   "You didn't tell me that they're ALL gorgeous," Mom said under her
breath.

   I looked at the trio of women standing on the front porch and agreed
with Mom.  My Nela, 29, was a stunning, athletic blonde with long, toned
legs and large natural breasts that strained against her sports bra.  At
35, exotically beautiful Juana was darker, shorter, and voluptuous in the
right places.  She could pass for an older sister to her 18 year-old
daughter Esmaralda who was shorter still, olive skinned like her mother,
but delicate and almost willowy thin.

   "You're living with three beautiful, sexy women," said Mom.

   I hugged her.  "Four, now," I whispered in her ear.  She hugged me back
hard.

   The women walked up to where we stood.  "Hi Thomas," said Nela.  And
then, "Hello, I'm Nela.  You must be Mrs.  Wallace.  Wow, I can see where
Thomas gets his good looks."

   They all shook hands.  "Please call me Natalie," said Mom.  "I'm so glad
to be here."

   Juana said, "We're very happy to have you with us.  We have heard much
about you from Thomas.  Please, you must be exhausted from your travel. 
Relax and let us collect your luggage.  In case you are hungry, I have
prepared a light lunch and some wine.  Esmeralda will show you to your
room, and to the kitchen."

   -----------------------------------

   Half an hour later Mom's luggage was unpacked, we had both grabbed a
shower, and now we and "the girls" were seated around the table in the
informal dining room.

   "This is wonderful, Juana," said my mother.  "What is it, tilapia?"

   "Yes, fried simply in butter and garlic.  Please, Natalie, from now on
tell me what you would like for meals and I will make it for you."

   "I don't want to be a burden," said Mom.  "After this meal I'm guessing
that anything you make will be wonderful."

   Juana shrugged.  "It is what I do, and I am happy to do it for Thomas
and Nela and now for you.  It would make me happy if you will tell me what
foods you like."

   "Okay, but only if you'll let me help you in the kitchen."

   Juana smiled and her face lit up.  "It is a deal."

   I said, "So, Mom.  Now that you're settled, what would you like to do
first?"

   "What would you be doing if I weren't here?"

   I looked at my watch, then across the table at Nela, who grinned back at
me.  "Well, I might lay out by the pool and get some sun."

   "Well then, that's what we'll do," said Mom.

   "Or," I continued, "since I've been away for a few hours, I might try to
talk Nela into having sex with me."

   "You wouldn't have to try very hard," said Nela.

   "Maybe sex by the pool in the sun, sort of multi-tasking, you know?" I
said.  Juana and Esmaralda smiled.

   "Thomas, please!" said Mom.

   Nela stood up and kissed my cheek.  "Thomas, stop trying to shock your
poor mother.  You two spend some time getting reacquainted.  I'm going to
drive down the hill and do a little shopping." She looked at Mom.  "It was
lovely meeting you, Natalie.  I really hope you'll be staying with us for a
long time."

   "Thank you Dear," said my mother.  "I hope so, too.  It may take me some
time to get used to the...  lifestyle here, though."

   -----------------------------------

   Another half hour after that I was naked and lying face down on a
lounger by the pool, sweating in the hot sun and occasionally sipping at a
cold beer.  Unknown to me at the time, Mom was in the kitchen talking to
Juana and Esmeralda.

   "Juana, why do you put up with the way my son acts?"

   "What do you mean, Natalie?  He treats us very well here.  My pay is
very good.  He is putting my Esmeralda through college.  This is a
wonderful home."

   "I mean...  I know he's naked a lot and has sex in the open.  Why do you
tolerate it?"

   Juana said, "I knew that Thomas was the way he is before I took this
job, Natalie.  But then again, all young men have, or want to have, a lot
of sex.  My own brother went through all the young girls in our town, and
according to rumor he also went through many of the not-so-young women.  It
is true that in Mexico we are not so open with our bodies and I was not
used to seeing naked men.  But how is it so bad?  We can look away if we
wish to, but he is a very attractive man; very sexy.  So I look.  And he is
always a gentleman with us, so I know we have nothing to fear from him.  In
fact, he is too much of a gentleman."

   "What do you mean?"

   "I wish that he would court my daughter."

   "Mom!" Esmeralda said.

   "Mija, he is smart, handsome, rich...  and we have seen that he is an
exceptional and caring lover."

   "True, Mom." Esmeralda was blushing.

   "Because he likes to make love in front of others, if he fell in love
with you I could watch him take your virginity and assure that he was
gentle and kind."

   Esmeralda just continued blushing.

   "Dios," said Juana, "I would be almost as happy if he showed an interest
in me..."

   "Goodness," said Mom.  "I'm not used to being the most conservative
person in the house."

   -----------------------------------

   I heard footsteps approaching and then stop next to me.

   "Nice ass, son," said Mom as she sat on the lounger next to me.  She was
obviously working on putting up a brave front.

   "Thanks, Mom," I said.  "I work hard to keep my body in shape."

   "It shows," she said.

   Mom was wearing a conservative one piece bathing suit that covered all
the interesting parts with material thick enough to prevent any suggestive
outlines from showing through.  Still, it couldn't hide the fact that my
mother was a knock-out.

   "You're going to bake in that thing, Mom.  We'll have to go shopping for
some bikinis tomorrow."

   "I'll be fine," she said.

   "You have a killer body, Mom," I said.  "You should flaunt it a little."

   Mom smiled at me.  "Thanks, Dear, I appreciate the compliment.  But it
seems to me that you're doing enough flaunting for both of us." She settled
herself on her lounger, face down.  She really does have a nice butt, very
choice, I caught myself thinking.  Holy crap, this was my mom here.  I gave
my head a little shake.

   "Want a beer?" I said.

   "Sure, whatever you're having," Mom said.

   I got up and walked to the house and into the kitchen where Esmaralda
was doing something at the sink.  I grabbed a beer from the fridge and when
I turned back around she was watching me from a couple of feet away.  At
six-one, I towered over her little frame.  As always, she stared at my body
for a few seconds before making eye contact.

   "Is there anything you need, Thomas?" she said.

   And as always, I stifled my automatic sexual reply.  Yes, I'd really
love to tell you what I think you could do for me, but no, I'm not going
to.

   "Nope, thanks Hun.  Just getting a beer for my mother." I turned and
padded away.

   "Here's your beer, Mom." I held it towards her and waited while she
looked around and then up at me.  Her gaze locked onto my groin and held.

   "Jesus Christ, Thomas, you're hung like a horse!" she blurted.

   I looked down.  I was maybe a quarter erect, as I tend to be almost all
the time when it's warm and sunny and I'm naked.

   "People who say that have never actually seen a horse," I said.

   She made no move to take the beer and her eyes stayed on my dick.

   "But...  it's big!  Maybe too big."

   "It's not that big, Mom.  Eight inches, and kind of thick.  But it fits
all the important places on Nela just right."

   "Thomas!  You shouldn't talk to your mother about such things."

   "My house, my rules, Mom.  But if you really think that's true, then
maybe you shouldn't be staring at your son's cock this long."

   She finally looked up at me.  "Touche," she said.  She grabbed the beer
and took a long drink, polishing off about half the bottle.  She looked
back down at my dick.  "Jesus Christ," she said again, and finished off the
beer.

   "Want another before I sit down, Mom?" I said.

   "No, thanks.  But it was really good.  I don't think I've ever had beer
that good."

   "It's Mexican ale, Negra Modelo.  What kind of beer do you usually
drink?"

   "Your father didn't drink at all.  Rob drinks Bud Light."

   "Oh, ick," I said.  "My house, my rules.  I'm going to introduce you to
some of the better things in life, starting with the world's decent beers."

   Another half hour after that a very naked Nela walked out to the pool
and lay down on the lounger on the other side of my mother.

   "Oh my," said my mom.  "Great.  That body sure takes the wind out of an
old lady's sails."

   I at least had to agree that Nela was pure wonderfulness.  Her lovely
body was lightly and evenly rotisserie tanned.  Every muscle was toned to
perfection.  Her ass was a perfect firm heart shape.  Her breasts were
large for her athletic frame, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with
that.

   "Please," said Nela.  "You're beautiful, and it's obvious that you're in
wonderful shape.  That's an expert opinion, by the way.  May I ask how old
you are?"

   "I'm forty-four," said Mom.

   "Shit," said Nela.  "I hope I can find a way to look as good as you when
I'm forty-four.  I'm not sure I look that good now.  If I didn't know for
certain that you had a grown son, I'd never believe that you're older than
maybe mid-thirties."

   Mom smiled at Nela, a very warm smile.  "Thank you, Sweetie."

   The three of us lay there mostly in silence for the next hour, drinking
beer and enjoying the sun.  Every once in a while we'd hop in the pool to
cool down.  After a while Mom started fidgeting.

   "It's hot," she said.  "Maybe I should go inside."

   I said, "Hop in the pool and cool off, Mom."

   Silence.  Then, "It's not just that.  I'm starting to feel weird being
the only one who's dressed out here."

   Nela laughed.  "It's the 'nude beach' effect, Natalie.  You go there and
everybody is naked but you're too shy to go naked yourself.  After a while
you realize that you feel different from everyone and it's only when you
finally strip off that you feel less exposed."

   "Why don't you take your bathing suit off, Mom?" I said.  "You'll be
much cooler.  And I'm here to tell you from experience that baring it all
outside is good for the soul."

   "Shit, I don't know if I can," said Mom.  "I was raised to protect my
virginity and clothe my naughty parts at all costs.  I don't know how you
guys can be so casual about this."

   "No pressure.  But think of it this way," said Nela.  "Nudity and sex
are two different things.  We're naked all the time without having sex.  We
can also have sex without being naked.  And more importantly, there's
nothing wrong with either sex or nudity, we've just been taught that there
is.  You're with people that like you and love you, and you can trust us
not to judge you either way."

   Mom was silent for a while.  Then she said, "Okay, I'm going to do it.
But I want to trade loungers with Nela.  And no fair peeking while I get
undressed."

   "Deal," we both said at the same time.  Mom and Nela exchanged loungers,
so Nela was now sitting next to me.  She automatically reached out and took
my hand.  I closed my eyes.  I admitted to myself that I was looking
forward to seeing my mother nude.

   We heard some shuffling around, and then Mom said, "Okay...  God help
me, I'm nakkies here."

   I opened my eyes and looked at my mother.  She was laying on her back on
the lounger with her eyes squeezed shut, maybe anticipating something
terrible.

   Oh my God, I thought, this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
Her body was flawless.  Her breasts were full and round and her nipples
were hard (excited?) and crying out for attention.  Her waist was tiny. 
Her muscles were toned and if there was an ounce of fat on her, it belonged
there.  Unlike Nela who waxed religiously, my mother had a sparse growth of
pubic hair around a pussy that looked custom made for licking and sucking
and...

   Goddamn, stop it!!  I told myself.

   "Oh fuck," said Nela.  "I knew it.  You're perfect, Natalie."

   Mom opened her eyes and looked at Natalie.  "I'm old and yucky," she
said.  "You're young and beautiful."

   Nela placed a hand on my mother's waist.  I heard Mom's sharp intake of
breath.

   "I can double and redouble my workouts and I'll still never have abs
like yours," said Nela.  She moved her hand to cup my mother's breast and I
heard Mom gasp again.  "Or tits like these," she said.  "I'm cursed by bad
genetics.  I'm fifteen years younger than you but right now, looking at you
like this, I think your body looks younger and better than mine.  What do
you think, Thomas?" Both women looked at me, and then down at my dick...

   Which I suddenly realized was throbbing at full attention.

   My open minded Nela just chuckled, but Mom stared at me with her mouth
agape.

   "Is...  is that for me?" she said.

   "Mom, I'm so sorry," I said.  "I don't know what I was thinking.  I
wasn't thinking at all.  I was just...  You're...  I can't help it.  You're
so fucking beautiful.  I have the two most attractive women in greater Los
Angeles, naked, right next to me.  Give a guy a break."

   "I like that you think I'm pretty," Mom said in a low voice.  She was
still staring at my erect penis.  "My God," she said.

   "Pretty doesn't begin to cover it, Natalie," Nela said.  "Your one flaw
is that uneven tan line, and from this point forward we'll work on that
religiously." She reached down into a little purse and came up with tanning
oil.  "Special stuff," she said.  "Helps you tan while keeping the most
harmful rays away from your skin.  May I?" She poured oil onto her hands
and before Mom could answer Nela began rubbing it onto Mom's legs and
tummy. While this was happening, Mom continued to stare at my hard, now
dripping, cock.

   When Nela started rubbing oil onto Mom's tits, Mom's eyes finally closed
and she let out a soft moan.  Nela looked at me to make sure I was watching
her hands on Mom, then she started rubbing Mom's nipples with her thumbs.
Mom groaned and her whole body shivered.

   "I...  oh God, what are you doing?" she gasped.

   "Just putting some suntan oil on a new friend," said Nela.  She rubbed
oil onto Mom's upper chest and went back and gave both her nipples a little
tweak in a finishing touch that made Mom gasp.

   "Careful, Mom," I said.  "I don't think I told you: Nela is bisexual."

   "That's right," said Nela, "I am.  And any time you need one of my
'special massages' you let me know, Natalie." She turned to me and wrapped
her hand around my erection.  "Now Thomas, what are we going to do about
this hard cock of yours?" Without waiting for a response, she bent down and
took every inch of it into her mouth.

   I groaned and grabbed her head as it bobbed up and down my shaft.  Nela
is an excellent cocksucker.  She seems to have no gag reflex, and I'll
never know how she builds up so much suction.  She started the little
humming she does because she knows I like the vibration.

   Then I remembered that my mother was here with us.  I looked over at
her, expecting her to either be gone or to have her eyes squeezed shut.

   Instead, Mom was wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as she watched Nela's
mouth moving along my rigid cock.  She looked at me with no change of
expression, then immediately back down at the fine work that Nela was
doing.

   "I'm sorry, Mom," I said.  "I wasn't planning on shocking you like this
quite so soon."

   Mom looked back up at me.  "Thomas...  I'm not shocked.  Well, yes, I am
shocked.  But I'm fascinated.  You are both so beautiful, and your cock is
so big and hard, and she's so good at what she's doing...  This is like
watching a good porn flick.  In person." She moved over to the lounger next
to me to get closer to the action.  "Frankly, son, it's making me horny."

   Nela said, "I heard that," and without another word she quickly reversed
her position and began licking my mother's clit.

   "Oh God," my mother gasped as Nela spread Mom's legs and grabbed her ass
and began eating her pussy in earnest.  "Oh...  Oh...  That feels so good.
Oh, what am I doing?"

   My right hand was slowly stroking my cock.  I reached over and held my
mother's hand with my left.  "My house, my rules, Mom.  Rule number one is
'Relax and enjoy.' Nela is really, really good at what she's doing."

   "Yes...  I can tell...  I shouldn't be doing this...  in front of you,"
she said between moans and gasps.  "And I've never...  been...  Oh, God,
yes!...  with a woman..." She looked over at me, then down to watch my hand
stroking my hard, wet cock.

   "Hello," said Juana and Esmeralda, appearing next to us.  "We thought
you might like more beer," said Esmeralda.  She set down a bucket holding
six icy Bohemia bottles, then stood back and just watched our naked trio
for a while: me slowly jacking my erection and holding my mother's hand;
Nela working my mother's pussy for all she was worth; Mom writhing on her
lounger and looking incredibly sexy and flustered at the same time.

   "Thanks, Esmeralda, you're a lifesaver," I said.

   "This...  is...  so weird..." said Mom.

   "Would you like anything else, Thomas?" Juana said.

   "Oh...  OH...  OOOOH...  I'm gonna cum!!  I'm gonna...  AAAAAAAAHH!!!!"
We watched as my Mom, who had been moaning but fairly quietly up until now,
tensed up and then thrashed around and let out a shriek so loud that my
neighbors must have heard it.  Her hand squeezed mine so tightly it hurt.

   Nela looked up at me and said, "Thomas, your mother is delicious!"
before diving back down to lap up Mom's cum juices.  Meanwhile, my mother
was twisting around under Nela until they were lying in the 69 position.

   I said, "No thanks, Juana.  It seems as though we have everything we
need for now.  Why don't you two have a beer?"

   "Thanks, I think I will," she said.  They each grabbed one and sat down
on the open lounger and we all watched as the Nela and Natalie worked each
other over.

   Nela didn't lift off of Mom but started moaning as she felt her pussy
being attacked from below.  Mom's arms were wrapped around Nela's lower
back and I could hear slurping sounds coming from the direction of Mom's
face.  Nela opened her legs and got onto her knees to give Mom more room to
work, and that got my attention as Nela's cute little ass was now up and
available.

   I got up and positioned myself behind Nela, standing right in front of
Juana and Esmeralda who watched quietly as I stroked myself.  I put one
hand on Nela's ass while with the other one I guided my cock into her tight
little snatch.  Nela gave a little yelp as I groaned and buried myself deep
inside her.  I looked down and saw my mother looking back up at me,
startled as she felt my balls hit her forehead.  I smiled at her as I began
to pump into Nela.  Mom had certainly come a long way in a short time.

   The combination of Mom's tongue and my cock quickly sent Nela into
orgasm.  She's a bit of a squirter and I felt my cock bathed in her juices
as her pussy clenched tightly around me.  Fuck, it felt good.  The
exhibitionist in me was going wild as I pounded into Nela with Juana and
Esmeralda watching me from the side and my mother watching from below.  I
felt my orgasm beginning and I could tell that it was going to be a strong
one.

   Suddenly I felt my mother's tongue on the underside of my cock.  My God,
my own mother was licking my dick as it pistoned into Nela's juicy little
pussy.  I was just about to blow my nut and in the heat of the moment I
thought about cumming in Mom's mouth.  But no, I wasn't sure she could
handle that and I wasn't positive I'd be happy with myself if I did it,
either, and it might finally be the one thing that offended the Mexican
ladies.

   Instead, I drove deeply into Nela and groaned in pleasure as a burst cum
shot out of my dick and into my lover.  I think my mom recognized that I
was cumming because she suddenly sucked hard on Nela's clit and pushed her
over the edge again to cum with me.  Nela moaned and I felt her pussy
muscles milking me again, this time actually milking the cum from my hard
cock.  Jesus Christ it felt good; I don't know how I avoided passing out.

   When I pulled out of Nela my cock was still pretty hard, and one last
shot dropped down onto Mom's face.  But I don't think she noticed: she was
still working on Nela, bringing her down from her own orgasm.  She moved
her mouth off of Nela's sensitive clit and started licking and sucking her
pussy lips.  She stuck her tongue deep in Nela's hole, then surprised me by
sucking her cunt hard.  My mother was sucking my cum from Nela's pussy! 
Maybe I should have cum in her mouth after all.

   Sweat was running down my body from the exertion in the hot sun.  I sat
down on the lounger between Juana and Esmeralda and grabbed a beer.  "I
really need this," I said, and downed the whole bottle in one go.  Juana
and her daughter each rested a hand on my thighs, which surprised me again:
I couldn't remember when either of them had touched me like this.

   Nela groaned and dragged herself off of my mother and collapsed in the
other lounger.  My mother looked up at us.  Her face was flushed and wet
from the combination of Nela's pussy juices and my spunk.  She licked her
lips.

   "I'm going to hell," she said.

   -----------------------------------

   "Hello?"

   "Tina, it's Mom."

   "Hi Mom!  How are you?"

   "I'm in California, at your brother's house.  Tina, we need to hold an
intervention.  I came here to do it myself, but I'm afraid I'm failing
miserably.  Can you fly out?"

   "Oh no, what is it?  Drugs?  Alcohol?"

   "Nothing like that, Honey.  But I need you here.  Can you come?"

   "I'm on my way, Mom."


   to be continued....