“Everything or nothing at all, right, Mom?" he said quietly. ‘Well, I knew what I was getting into. Or should have. And at least you're Letting me participate."

“This time," she said warningly. Under the cover of Maria's skirt, she slowly inserted a finger into her hot channel. A thin moan escaped

Maria's lips, but otherwise she remained motionless. Rachel slowly pushed the digit in and out of her cleft, her finger stroking the sensitive nerves of her vagina.

“Take her clothes off, Alex. I want to see her. All of her.”

Her son nodded and walked over to Maria. Lovingly, he pulled her shirt up and over her head, exposing her gorgeous breasts. Large, high, and firm, they sat proudly on her chest, capped by dark, thick nipples, already erect. A quick motion, and he had unzipped her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. He knelt, gently Lifting Maria's feet while he gathered up the skirt and removed her shoes. He lingered there for a moment, then inhaled deeply.

“You smell good, Mom," he said. His eyes, when they looked up at her, glinted wickedly. "Maybe Maria's not the only one who's going commando today?" He placed his head between her legs, kissing the inside of each thigh before she could react. The prickle of his unshaven cheeks on her legs was surprisingly arousing.

As he moved away, she laughed.

“Clever boy! Remind me to keep you around for a while. As for you, Maria," she said, looking upward.

“You have done very well. As a reward, you may sit on my lap so I can kiss your beautiful breasts. As long as," she continued, “You can keep my finger in your pussy while you do it.”

Maria blinked down at her. Rachel could almost read her mind. With the two of them side-by-side and facing the same direction, how could Maria turn to sit on Rachel's lap without dislodging the finger Rachel had inside her?

Suddenly, Maria smiled. As gracefully as any ballerina, she lifted her right leg high and pirouetted on the left. A low groan broke from her mouth as Rachel's finger rotated inside her, caressing her most intimate places. But when she was done, she was facing Rachel, and her finger had not slipped out of its sweet prison. She sat down on

Rachel's lap, her legs spread wide, her lips curving in a smile of triumph.

“Well done," Rachel murmured. She let her eyes devour Maria, taking her all in. For the first time, she saw the glory and splendor of her body, all at once, a sumptuous feast Laid out before her. She ran her hands lightly up her sides. Then unable to restrain herself any longer, she filled her hands with Maria's breasts, their delicious weight heavy in her palms. She thumbed the nipples, feeling, for the first time, the shiver of another woman's arousal in the crinkled tips.

She raised her head, drinking in her face, sweet and beautiful and filled with Longing. She opened her mouth to give voice to some silly platitude, then stopped.

~Arousal is the highest compliment you can pay her, my love,~ whispered

Althea's voice. ~Show her how much you want her.~

With an inarticulate cry, Rachel laced her hands around the back of

Maria's head and pulled her face down to meet hers. The younger woman's mouth covered her lips, and she immediately felt her tongue enter her mouth, exploring furiously. The chair squeaked beneath them as they rocked in place, hips and thighs thrusting feverishly.

“Here,” Rachel panted, tearing her mouth away. She hiked up her silk skirt, exposing a Length of milk-pale thigh. With trembling urgency, she adjusted Maria's seat, until the hot lips of the Honduran maid's cleft were flush against her legs, allowing her to grind gently against her. "Better?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Maria gasped. Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated.

The sweet scent of her musk drifted up around them like a cloud, and she was leaving a track of her fluid on Rachel's leg as she slowly rocked back and forth. Rachel thought she had never seen her so lovely.

The younger woman wrapped her arms around Rachel, cuddling her close, and kissed her again, her need so innocently wonderful that Rachel wanted to wrap herself around her and protect her forever.

“Maria. Darling,“ she said, when the kiss ended and she could speak again. "I want to kiss your breasts. Please."

“Of course." She cupped them in her hands, raising them for her, an offering on the altar of desire.

“This...is new to me," Rachel said, suddenly uncertain.