A good day for a sail

The day of the race was one of those summer days that you would wish to go on forever. I picked up Grace and Liz who were already waiting for me to pick them up. I knew that under their windbreakers they wore skimpy bikinis since Grace told me that that was what they would be wearing. "The breeze is a little light but not bad," I said as we pulled into the Yacht Club parking lot. "It will pick up once we are on the water but it will make for a closer race."

"It doesn't matter," Liz said patting my hand before exiting my car. "At least we get to sail in the race. Rick went out o his way to put our boat in dry dock as a way of punishing me for being a carefree woman."

"Mom figured that you would enter the race and she believed that you would ask us to join your boat and she was right," Grace said before planting a kiss on my lips that would have melted an iceberg. "And get it through your head darling we are going to win the cup."

We reached the dock where the PERT 1 was moored and we boarded. The first thing to do put the life jackets on and then go over the boat from stem to stern for one final check. The Ropes, first aid, and spare life jackets were on board along with a fire extinguisher. "We are as ready as we will ever be," I told the girls just as our last crew member arrived and boarded.

The horn sounded for the start of the race and though we were only moments behind the lead boat which was captained by Rick Smith we still had a good chance to win. "The breeze is going to be in our favor when we make our first tack," I said. Soon the command to "Come about! Come about!" Was shouted and the boat responded like a racehorse that knew it was time to put on the speed.

When it comes to racing I try not to take the wind out of someone else's sails but our position did just that and Rick's boat lost ground. I could see the look of anger and frustration as we sailed past but I also knew that he could get the wind back and still win if he kept his cool. He didn't.

We did manage to win the race by about ten minutes or so and we took home the Sailing Cup. It was my third win in a row. The bubbly was poured over heads and laughter was the order of the day. The only sour grape was Rick who complained that we had cheated which we didn't. The judges told him that he was wrong and that was the end of that.

Pictures were taken smiles all around and that was when the kiss happened. I should have been better prepared for it but Liz did catch me off guard since I had just finished kissing Grace. I turned to kiss Liz on her cheek but instead, my lips met hers and her kiss while tender and quick seemed to have a lot of pressure behind it. She didn't blush, just smiled and waved at the camera her windbreaker hanging open showing off her perfect tan and body for all to see. Grace had done the same thing so it made for quite a picture.

After the photo-secession, we walked up to the bar and ordered drinks. I was driving so I had one beer and that was all. Grace and Liz had wine and all the while fellow members came up and congratulated us on our victory. "Who gets to take the trophy home?" Someone asked. I told them that Liz and Grace Smith were welcome to take it home since they were a very important part of the team.

We must have been at the bar for two hours maybe a little more. If anyone had noticed they didn't seem to care that my hand had slipped inside of Grace's bikini bottom and she moved even closer to me whispering that she had been wondering when I was going to play with her ass. I replied when was she going to cum and she responded with a very soon and that she loved me. That was the moment that I must have lost my mind or my hand took on a life of its own for before I made Grace cum I slid my hands into Liz's bikini bottom and started squeezing it gently. Just as firm as her daughter's buttocks.

Did Liz complain? Slap my face or pull away? No, she didn't. "Feeling naughty John? Do you think my butt is as firm as my daughters?"

"It sure is Mrs. S. I'm finding it hard to take my hand away," I said blushing a little.

"Your hand is fine right where it just doesn't get any ideas okay?" She smiled before she talked again. "Did you make my daughter cum yet? She looks real close if she hasn't had her orgasm yet."

I found it amazing that in the short time that we have been together Grace learned how to enjoy her orgasm without making a whole lot of noise and when I heard her say "Ah!" A couple of times I knew she had come. "Was it good for you honey?" I whispered in her ear. "Did you enjoy being made to cum in public?"

"I did enjoy it, honey." Grace paused when she saw where my other hand was. "I can't believe that you have your hand inside my mom's bathing suit like that." She said not sounding angry just surprised. "Are you doing to her what you just did to me?" I shook my head no. A smile crept across her face. "Oh my god John you want to have sex with my mother! How weird can you be?"

I told Grace to look at her mother and if she saw any kind of discomfort I would remove my hand right away. "I can't think of one red-blooded young man who wouldn't like to have sex with your mother and I bet she would be game too."

"What are you two whispering about?" Liz asked as she moved a little closer making my hand slide even further into her bikini bottom. "Did he make you cum darling? Would you like to jump into the pool before we leave?" Grace nodded her head yes.

"Don't go away now," Liz said as she and her daughter headed for the pool. She gave me a quick kiss telling me that I had great hands and she was gone to the pool.

That was the moment that I knew Liz would join me with her daughter and it would be an interesting threesome.