I'm of course really fond of Betty, my girlfriend, who's 22 now,
but the funny thing is that it was her mother I was looking
after first. I used to think "what a mother-in-law she would be".
Christine is very tall, she's slim, I know she's 53 now but she's
so funny - full of humour, intelligent and... a little 'crazy'
in a strictly positive sense. After learning to know her at my job,
I sometimes felt like I was in love with her, but it just didn't
make sense, I thought, since I'm 33 now.
Anyway, one thing gave the other I guess; she started to like
me it seemed, and I got the feeling I was the son she never got
or something. I learnt that Betty, her only child, was the result
of a temporary and fairly unhappy relation several years ago, and
that Betty had never seen her father, and also that the girl's
nerves weren't the strongest. She was often ill, a bit weak you
could say, and maybe it had some connection to something psychological,
I don't know. Well, Christine introduced me to her daughter, who
turned out to look almost like a copy of her mother. She wasn't shy
like I had expected, she was rather glad and kind, and very tall like
Christine. It didn't take long before we were a pair, but Betty was
very tightly connected to her Mom and didn't feel prepared to move out.
It wasn't actually a problem since I and Christine got along so well,
and I hadn't forgotten my original feelings for her.
A late, dark November evening, I was at their home. We were waiting for Betty to get home after a long day at the university. "She's been coughing terribly the last two weeks", Christine suddenly sighed. "Yes, I've noticed she often coughs", I replied. "The whole year has been quite terrible you know", Christine said seriously and moved her glasses a bit down on her nose, looking at me over the glasses like she often did. She was usually joking when she did that, but this time she wasn't. "Infection after infection and two pneumonias. She can't go on medicines for ever... the day before yesterday she was so tired from one of those medicines so she feel asleep while she was cleaning up in her wardrobe, I found her asleep in there..."
Christine couldn't help giggling when she thought about it and I couldn't either. Christine started to cough, and her cough was quite similar to Betty's - a sort of dry, barking cough where every hack was separated from the next. A sequence of such independent hacks, then an inhaling, and a new sequence etc. Christine's cough had a darker sound than Betty's I noticed. "You're coughing like that every now and then, too", I said. "I haven't thought about it before". Christine giggled and touched my cheek, looking at me over her glasses. "You're right, dear, I can cough a little like this for almost a month after a chest cold. I guess both Betty and I are prone to chest colds and to cough a lot." The tall woman's long chest was heaving again under her black T-shirt and I massaged her long, warm back with my hand while she coughed a little again in her hand. She giggled and kissed my cheek. For a moment, that felt like hours, we just looked into each other's eyes and for the first time I felt the instinct to kiss her. But, again she started to cough, hacked a few times and turned around a little to cough again and as I was about to touch her back again, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pressed it onto her chest. I felt her dry, a bit hard and barking cough in my hand and I registered every single little vibration that her irritated chest produced. I don't even know when I moved my hand up, over the T-shirt's edge and down again so that I was inside it. She looked at me with wide open eyes and I was about to remove my hand in panic when she gasped and I understood it wasn't from anger, rather from excitement. I instinctively moved the hand downwards again and touched her breasts. She started to breath heavily and embraced me hardly. "I haven't... with a man... since Betty was..." she sobbed in my ear. I looked at her and removed some of the tears from her cheeks with my hand.
Then, the door bell rang and we had to forget about it. Christine quickly cleaned her face before opening the door. It was Betty, of course. She said hello, before starting to cough. She produced an unusually long sequence of her hacks, inhaled and coughed out a new one. "How's your cough dear", Christine asked. "Terrible", Betty replied happily. She was used to it, simply. She sat down, embraced me and we kissed. And kissed. And kissed. I was still excited from what I and her Mom had been about to do, but I sort of transferred it to her. Actually, Betty and I had never made love, she had been a bit reluctant, and I think she hadn't sort of separated herself from her Mother in some psychological sense and that it had something to do with it. She often sat with her Mom in the sofa, and they used to put their arms around each other and watch TV that way. It looked very warm, cosy and so, but sometimes I was wondering if it wasn't a bit too much at Betty's age.
Now, Betty sat down in the sofa beside her Mom, who started to cough. Betty pretended to be very serious and put her palm over her Mom's mouth. It looked quite funny when Christine coughed for a while in Betty's hand. Suddenly, Betty's cough woke up again and she turned her head a little and coughed. When hearing the two of them cough simultanously, I noticed that Christine's sound was darker as I said but that the hard barking basic style was exactly the same, only that Betty's hacks were a bit faster and more intense. Then Christine put her hand over Betty's mouth and they kept coughing in each other's palms for a while. Christine's cough soon ended, but Betty's just went on and suddenly Christine gave me a glance and closed one eye so I wondered what she was thinking of. Then she put both her hands up over her girl's nose and mouth and smiled at me. However, her smile suddenly disappeared because she too started to cough. I went over to her and cupped my hands over her nose and mouth like she was doing with Betty and felt her hard hacks in my hands. Her nose was so soft, and her cough was so warm. Betty's cough calmed down and Christine's didn't last long (as usual) so we removed our hands. "You're not allowed to cough", Betty said to her mother and massaged her chest a little, and I joined her. Christine laughed happily, but suddenly she started to breathe a bit more heavy and I saw in her eyes that she suddenly got extremely excited. "Betty", she said in a shivering voice, "go on". She said it calmly but it was like a command and Betty apparently knew what it meant, which I didn't. Without anyone saying a word Betty took her Mom's T-shirt off and removed the bra. My heart was beating heavily when I saw the girl massage her Mom's breasts a little. Christine got up from the sofa, turned around and bent forward, and I got up too and pressed myself onto the back of her dark blue jeans. I massaged her breasts from behind when she started to cough a little. Immediately, Betty's pale hand was there to catch the cough. Christine stood up again and Betty started to cough. The coughing girl opened her Mom's jeans and took them off, then did the same with her underwear. She touched her Mom a little before Christine laid down on her back and reached for me. I undressed and we made love intensively. Betty coughed and coughed and I reached for her to let her cough in my hand but it wasn't until Christine and I reached our climaxes, at the same time, that I managed to get some of her loud cough in my hand.
I wasn't sure what to say after, but I noticed a happiness I had never seen before in Christine's eyes and when I looked at Betty she was smiling happily too. "I've never seen Mom so happy before", she laughed. Suddenly she stood up and without a word Christine started to undress her daughter, right in front of me. When the upper part of the body was naked, Betty got one of her coughing fits and when I saw her pale chest move, I got up and started to massage the chest. I pressed her tightly to myself and I felt how her chest almost shaked from her hard coughings. She laid down on her back, still coughing, and her Mom cupped her hand over the mouth and gave me a glance like if she wanted to say "go on, I'll take care of her cough meanwhile". Well, I went on, and making love while Betty was coughing interruptedly was an unexpected extra turn-on. When I was coming, I couldn't help reaching for Christine and kissing her deeply while Betty was mixing her coughings with moanings.
After our little session, Betty got up from the sofa and had some water to calm her cough down, and the two of them dressed each other, just like they had undressed each other a bit earlier. The best part was watching them put the bras on. I got the feeling this was some sort of ritual that they wanted to do, even if they didn't mind me sitting there, staring at them, so I didn't go up and touch them although I really felt like. I stayed over the night, like I often did, and before she fell asleep, Betty whispered; "I want you to continue making Mom happy... will you?" I whispered back; "Only if you want me to, Betty." I was a bit puzzled when I feel asleep, but I was sure I couldn't resist trying to get more like this out of Christine regardless of what Betty thought about it...