Date: Sat, 2 Jan 2016 22:58:44 -0500
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Subject: Meg's Bike 32

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I finished up his measurements, chart, and photos before I let him get
dressed.  I slipped the reports for the week and the vial into a padded
envelope addressed to Mitch's doctor.  It would go out in tomorrow's mail
for analysis.  I already knew he was making progress, not only from
recording the results, but from personal observation.  There was space on
the sheet for those observations and I used it to describe, in a clinical
manner, the changes I had seen since we started.  Mitch had grown a bit
taller, his torso had thickened a bit, his voice had gotten just a bit
deeper than it was, and his penis and scrotum had darkened in color and had
matured rapidly.  There was a shadow of hair around the base of his penis
and on his upper lip as well.  Of course, I didn't tell the doctor that
Mitch was getting regular feedings of my semen as well as Donny's and
sometimes Tyler's.  I wondered what difference it really made, but I
planning on continuing.  In fact, I had a plan for something new tomorrow.

When Mitch was gone I headed to the shop to relieve Donny and allow him to
go home.  Before I went out there, I stopped and got cash for his pay out
of the safe.  I hesitated, then added a special bonus for what he had done
to help me out with Meg and with Mitch.

"Thanks for your help with Mitch and for staying to cover the shop for me,"
I said.  I looked around and saw the place was clean as a whistle and all
my tools were stowed away.  Donny's tools were safe in the toolbox I had
given him and he was dutifully wiping it down when I came in.

"Thanks, Mike!" he exclaimed when I handed him the wad of bills.  I thought
I caught sight of a little moisture in his eyes when he took the money.
"We can sure use this."

"I'm glad I have someone like you I can count on," I said.  He came to my
side and gave me a hug.  I kissed the top of his head.

"I love you Mike," he said.  It was quite touching.

"I love you, too, Donny," I replied.  "Listen, can you be sure to be here
tomorrow a little early?  I have some special therapy to do with Mitch and
I'll need you to man the shop."

"I sure can," he said.  He opened the garage door and waved back at me as
he rode off on his bike.

I realized I had done myself a real disservice.  I had hidden myself away,
devoid of human contact after my wife dies.  I thought, in my own warped
way, that I needed to punish myself for not being able to save her.  It
took these kids, their bikes, and their moms to bring me out of my
self-imposed exile.  I was now enjoying life guilt-free.  I had real
relationships with these people around me.  They accepted me and valued
me.  To me, that feeling was better than any anti-depressant that could
have been prescribed.  And to think it all started with Meg's Bike!

I moved around in my shop as I contemplated all this.  I found myself
getting back into the routine of working on my projects.  I had several
bikes apart, their parts soaking in various solutions, or spread out to
dry, awaiting bead blasting or polishing.  There was always something to be
picked up and worked on.  Before I knew it, hours had passed and I had
several pieces completed and ready for re-assembly.

My reverie was disturbed by the sound of my cell phone's ringtone.  The
caller ID revealed the caller's identity, so I took the call.

"Hello Susan," I said when I answered.  My curiosity was aroused.

"Hello Mike," she responded.  She sounded rather business-like, so her
mother must have been in close proximity.  "Mom wanted me to call you and
ask you to come over for dinner tonight."  The caught me by surprise, but
after my earlier contemplations, I was inclined to accept the invitation.
Besides, I didn't have much to look forward to here but a quick sandwich or
take-out.

"That sounds terrific!" I said.  "When do you want me to come?  What can I
bring?"  I heard her relay my acceptance and my questions to her mother.
There was some shuffling, then Natalie came on the line.

"Come over as soon as you want and don't you dare bring anything!" she
demanded.  I remembered that my wife had a habit of keeping little
household type gifts on hand in the back bedroom.  I fully intended to defy
her instructions and bring a little something to the party.

"I'll be over in half an hour," I said.  We ended the call and I went in to
take a shower and to scrape a few days' beard growth off my face.  As I
dried off, I wondered whether I should take half a Viagra, but dismissed
the thought, since both mother and daughter would be there.  Mr. Happy
would just have to behave himself.

I dressed as casually as I dared, wearing shorts, a T shirt and my faithful
Crocs.  It was warm enough to do so, even at this time of year here in the
tropics.  I found a nice scented pillar candle in the stash in the back
bedroom and slipped it into a gift bag with tissue paper.  I counted that a
coup, since I hate those fragranced fire hazards and was glad to have one
more removed from the premises.

I decided that it was fitting to ride my bike down to Natalie and Susan's
house.  I pulled into the driveway right on time, put the kickstand down
and went to the front door.  I rang the bell and Natalie answered, looking
lovely in summer dress.  Susan came up behind her in the requisite teenage
shorts and shirt.  Each hugged me in turn and led me into the dining room.
The table was set simply but elegantly.  The spread caught my eye and made
my mouth water.  Meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans never looked
nor smelled so good.  The ultimate home-cooked meal!  I can't tell you how
much that meant to me.

We sat down and ate and talked over dinner.  It can't get much better than
this: two lovely women and a table full of comfort food.  When it was
obvious that we had consumed our fill, both Natalie and Susan got up and
cleared the table.

"Would you care for coffee and dessert?" Natalie asked.

"Coffee sounds great right now," I replied.  "Black, please."  She nodded
to Susan and within minutes she was back from the kitchen with a steaming
cup of black coffee.  I savored its aroma and then its taste as I settled
my meal with sips from the cup.

"We'll be right back with dessert," she said as they both slipped through
the door to the kitchen.  I drank more coffee and waited for their return.
I couldn't hear what was going on in there.  I assumed that the dessert was
already made and they were just making serving preparations.

The door opened slightly and they walked back into the dining room, one
after the other.  Susan was first, followed by Natalie, COMPLETELY NUDE!  I
was flabbergasted!  My jaw must have dropped onto the table!  They both
came to where I was sitting and stood on either side of me.  I didn't know
where to look; at Susan's firm and pointy breasts or Natalie's mature
globes.  I could see that both of their pubic areas were completely devoid
of hair.

Now I started to freak out!  Was this some sort of sting operation?  Were
the cops waiting behind the drapes to pounce on me?  How is it that they
both are naked?  Do they know that I was boffing each of them?  Some of my
fears were allayed when Natalie bent down and whispered in my ear.

"Don't worry Mike," she said.  "It's all right.  We're just here to please
you."

"But how, I mean, why.." I stammered.

"Mom and I have a very open relationship," said Susan.  "You know all those
questions I had for you when we first met?"  I nodded my head yes.  "I had
other questions for my Mom and I couldn't really ask them without revealing
that I had been having sex."

"And I couldn't answer them truthfully without admitting I had sex with
you, too," Natalie chimed in.  "So we not only found out that we had both
made love to you, but that we wanted to do it again."

"It was so exciting that we kind of got carried away with each other, too,"
Susan added.  At that remark, they bent over me and kissed each other
deeply.  When they did, it brought four tits in close to cradle my head.  I
was in heaven.  I just had to turn my head and stick out my tongue to lick
my choice.  And I did just that.  I went from nipple to nipple, from valley
to valley as they both moaned above me.

In what seemed to be a choreographed move, Susan pulled my shirt up and off
while Natalie knelt and tugged at my shorts.  I was only too happy to lift
my rear off the chair and allow her to slide them down and off.  As usual,
I was commando, so only my Crocs were left.  They were dispatched quickly
and I found myself as naked as they were.  They each took one of my hands
and led me down the hall to the master bedroom and the king size bed that
awaited there.  They lay me down on my back and snuggled up next to me on
either side.  Both raised a leg over me and pushed their moist crotches up
to my thighs.  They reached over my chest to massage each other's breasts.
They alternated between kissing each other and kissing me.  My hard on grew
to unimaginable proportions!  (Within the limits of my own physiology, of
course.)  Soon I felt two hands on my family jewels.  Nat stroked my hard
dick while Susan fondles my balls and traced over them with her
fingertips.

"OK," I said.  "How are we going to do this?"  They spoke no words, but
started moving in a ballet without music.  Susan moved to the head of the
bed and straddled my head, lowering her luscious pussy to my lips and
tongue while Natalie straddled my hips and guided my rampant boner to the
entrance of her pussy.  As she slid down and Susan settled in on my face, I
could hear them making out above me.  This was just so friggin' hot!  I ate
Susan like a starving man while trying to maintain some finesse.

Natalie was using some restraint and taking advantage of all the real
estate by lifting almost fully off my dick before slowly sliding back down
and deeply impaling herself on it to the hilt.  The feelings were more than
incredible.  I tried to match her pace on her daughter by swiping my tongue
slowly and widely through the slit of her snatch, but I couldn't resist
pausing at the structure at the top of the slit for a little tickle action
and then at the depth of her opening to thrust my tongue far into her.

I was reaching the point of no return when I sensed an unspoken signal pass
between mother and daughter.  As a result, they both oved moved.  Nat
lifted herself off my dripping cock and Susan pulled her snatch away from
my lips.  Effortlessly, they switched positions and I was facing Natalie's
pussy where her daughter's had been and Susan was guiding my dick to her
tight little twat.  It felt tight, too, as she slid all the way down to my
pubes.   I'm not saying that Natalie was sloppy, but that Susan was just
that much tighter around my shaft.  I raised my head to get a taste of
Nat.  She tasted a little stronger, but I enjoyed probing all the ridges
and valleys of her cunt.  She sounded like she enjoyed it, too.  I couldn't
see much, but I let my other senses rule my world.  The scents and sounds
intensified the experience and the fucking I was getting was over the top.
I settled into a great rhythm eating Natalie out and soon she was
whimpering at the attention I was lavishing on her clitoris.  I sucked it
in between my lips and lashed it with my tongue until I felt her twitch and
shake.  As she went into orgasm, I felt Susan hold at the bottom of her
stroke and rock back and forth to get maximum contact between her clitty
and my pubis.

I pulled my face away from Nat's pussy just long enough to say, "I'm
coming!" and felt my dickhead swell and spew the contents of my balls well
up into Susan's snatch.  She was too far gone in her own orgasm to care and
rode it out like a cowgirl.

Natalie was the first to dismount and she lay quietly next to us as Susan
recovered from her blissful state.  I was becoming quite sensitive, so I
urged her off to the other side of me.  We all waited for our breathing and
pulse rates to get back to normal.

"I really liked your dessert!" I said.  They both giggled.