Mary and Sarah getting off the phone

You walk onto the back deck to find Mary and Sarah sitting in folding chairs next to the propane heater, a dim red glow showing the warmth it was casting into the coolness of the mild winter evening. It was full darkness with the stars above.

You walk up slowly, pausing to wait since Mary is still on the phone. Sarah leans forward, listening in.

"Yes, honeybear," Mary says into the phone. "Yes, sweetie-pie. Oh? Oh, you nasty man! Well all right, I will. For you. You drive safe, you hear, you come home soon. Now here's Sarah."

Sarah says, "Hi Dad. Yeah. I dunno. No. That's all right. Okay. Love you too, Dad. God bless. Bye!"

Sarah hands the phone back to Mary, who tucks the cordless handset in an apron pocket. Cellphone reception is pretty sketchy out at Mary Forbes' house, so they use the house phone as much as their cell phones.

Mary looks into her daughter's eyes. Sarah looks back. After a minute, Sarah tilts her head.

"Well, that's not what I expected Dad to say," Sarah says.

"What did your father tell you?" Mary says.

Sarah says, "Dad laughed and said, 'Don't worry about it, Sarah, I trust you. Your mother's had a thing for the ladies since the day I met her. I give Mary her head and it's always worked out just fine for her and me. I figure you'll be fine too.'"

Mary made a sound, half a laugh, half a cough. "That's your dad, all right," she says. "Give her her head. So I'm a horse now?"

"Yeah," Sarah said. "Dad said for all he cared, Shas and I could get down with each other or any gal who wasn't trouble, he didn't care. But not to let any boys know Shasta and I came from a family full of part-time rug munchers, 'cause they'd give us no peace."

Mary laughs. "Oh Brian," she says. "Sarah, what a devil your father is." She reaches out her hand and Sarah grasps it.

"So Mom, like, you and other girls, Dad's like, 'Have fun!'?" Sarah asks.

Mary nods her head. "Yes, with his blessing, I've shared joy with women close to me," she says. Mary shifts her hand, lacing her fingers between Sarah's, and lifts up their hands together. "I've had dearly lovely, precious times."

You hope Mary and Brian have some agreement about her having men on the side too, after your encounter with Mary together with your sister Taylor. But you can tell why Mary might not mention it right now.

"Let me guess, Mom. You and Mandy?" Sarah asks.

"We go way back," Mary says. "Such a sweetheart." Mary's frequent shiftmate at the diner.

Sarah tilts her head. "Wow, Mom," she says. "You and...Brenda?" A cheerful, tall, plump honey-blonde woman, a hostess and cashier.

"A few times," Mary says. "Such joy in her, and such need for joy. These days, though, she's pretty steady with her new man. I just found out Brenda's expecting! I'm so happy for her. She's been wanting to start a family as long as I've known her, but she could never hold on to a good man. They're gonna move up the wedding."

"Wow, Brenda too?" Sarah says. "How about Taylor?"

Mary bows her head. "Yes, sweetheart, I've made love with Taylor."

Sarah grips her mother's hand. "Taylor Jackson's my age," she says. "Is she a lesbian and looking for someone to show her how? Did she start it?"

"No, Sarah," Mary says. "I started it. Because Taylor Jackson is sweet and beautiful and her body is full of joy and pleasure."

"Oh Mom," Sarah says. "Like me and Shasta."

Though there was some weed and some encouragement from you, if you're remembering it right.

"My precious, wise angel," Mary says.

Sarah gets out of her chair and Mary stands up with her, their hands still clasped closely on one side. Sarah tilts her head forward and Mary meets her halfway, their lips pressing together. Their other arms come up, pulling each other closely into an embrace as they kiss.

Sarah notices a movement out of the corner of her eye and draws her head back, looking at you. "Tom?" she says, alarmed.

"Just me," you say. "Shasta's gone to her room." You cough. "You look so lovely together."

"Oh Tom, such a sweetie," Mary says. "Don't mind him, Sarah."

Sarah looks doubtful, but Mary takes Sarah's chin in her hand and turns it toward her, then meets her daughter's lips with another kiss. Before long, Sarah's shoulders have relaxed into her mother's embrace and the two of them are making out intensely. You hear the little wet sounds of a very active session of kissing, soon joined by sighs and gentle moans through Mary and Sarah's nostrils. Sarah's hands are eager, moving over Mary's body, gripping and squeezing and sliding over the fabric of Mary's top. Mary's hands are slower and more gentle, her arms encircling her daughter in an embrace. Sarah is soon grabbing hold of her mother's most obvious feminine curves, breasts, hips, and buttocks.

"Yes, precious girl," Mary says. "Tom, will you open the door, it's time to take things inside."

"Yes!" Sarah says. "Tom, thank you for helping get things started."

Mary turns off the heater and leads Sarah back to the master bedroom. Before you can get the door closed, Sarah is tugging at her mother's clothes, hurrying to lay bare Mary's lush curves. Mary lets Sarah undress her, then accepts a kiss. Mary undresses Sarah in turn, Sarah's few items of clothing, athletic warm-ups with her college's logo, quickly sliding off in Mary's hands.

"Let's pray, sweetheart," Mary says. "You too, Tom, take 'em off and c'mon down."

The three of you kneel nude by Mary's bedside. You can already scent Mary and Sarah's arousal. Mary and Sarah put their elbows on the bed and their hands flat together.

"Our Lord from who all blessings flow," Mary says, "Thank you for revealing the bodily love between my daughters Sarah and Shasta. May you bless their joys together, and in your wisdom and grace, grant them the knowledge and joy of heaven in the bodies of other women as I have been blessed, that love may grow in the world. Amen."

You and Sarah each babble out a few words of thanks in your turn.

Mary puts a hand on your back before you can rise up again.

"Tom, hon," Mary says. "Thinking back on you, with Taylor, Shasta, and Sarah, you may have the calling to be a prophet of joy. You'll want to be wise and humble and know that your gift calls you to use it for grace, not greed. People get afraid and jealous of a man like you."

Sarah laughs. "I think you might be right, Mom," she says.

"Lie down now, sweetheart," Mary says, and guides her daughter to lie down in her marriage bed.

"Hold my hand, Tom," Sarah says.

You take Sarah's hand and put your other under her shoulders. Sarah starts sighing as her mother strokes her fingertips down her pussy lips, gently teasing up her desire.

"So lovely," Mary says. "So warm and alive, so wet." Mary's breath quickens and deepens. She spreads Sarah's vulva with her hands, opening the lips of her flower. "So beautiful, Sarah."

"Oh Mom," Sarah sighs. "Oh Mom."

Mary bows her head and kisses Sarah between the legs. Sarah's body quivers. Her hips start rocking with the rhythm of Mary's kisses and tongue strokes. Her face blushes pink. "Oh Mom stop, stop, not yet," she says.

"Sarah sweetheart?" Mary says.

"M-my, turn, first," Sarah says. "Mom?"

You let go Sarah's hand so that Mary can lie down in her place.

Where Mary was confidence and assurance, Sarah first hesitates, her eyes going from Mary's face to her full-bushed, aroused vulva, the lips already parted and wafting the scent of Mary's arousal into Sarah's nose.

"Will you love on me, Sarah, my angel?" Mary says.

"Oh Mom!" Sarah says. She dives forward, face between Mary's legs.

Mary laughs at Sarah's enthusiasm. Sarah's grunts, sighs, and loud, wet tongue and lip strokes fill the bedroom as she eats out her mother's cunt. Mary's face and neck slowly gain the same pink blush, and the nipples on Mary's heavy breasts stand out prominently.

"Easy now, easy," Mary says, guiding Sarah's head from between her legs. "C'mon up here."

Mary and Sarah share a kiss, the warm soft flesh of their breasts pressing together. Mary has a couple sizes on Sarah, you'd have to say.

"I'm so thankful again, Tom, for you getting things started," Mary says.

"Yeah," Sarah says.

Mary and Sarah's smiling faces are cheek to cheek, looking at you.

You may take +1 Forward against Mary and Sarah (Cunt-Licking).

You may TELL Mary and Sarah to do something (+1) (+1 Hot, +1 Forward, -1 two girls).
You may MAKE Mary and Sarah BEG you for something (+1) (+1 Hot, +1 Forward, -1 two girls).

Or something else?

Or you may let the girls have a move.