My Sisters Thoughts of Mom’s Lover Ch. 2 pt. 3

My Sisters Thoughts of Mom’s Lover Ch. 2 pt. 3

Then spring break happened. Belinda had to stay at the store and do family things she told me. I was happy to stay with her, but my family was going to an east coast beach. Belinda told me that it was okay to go and even packed my stuff for me.

Okay, so here is the truth. We had a big, fat, hairy, fight. To be honest, I was ready to move in with her, take a trip to New Jersey, where marriage is legal for us, and live happily ever after, with the love of my life.

She kept telling me that I need to make sure. That I needed to do experimentation and to sow my wild oats, explore my sexuality. I got sick and tired of it. I was also done with not being able to kiss her after a long exhausting day when I came into the store. I told her if she did not want me, then just tell me, and quit making all these stupid excuses.

Then she went into this speech of how I was so new and to make sure that this is what I wanted then she stepped in it. She said something stupid about my mom having more than one lover before she got married.

I slapped her back with, "My mom has made love with two people in her life. My dad and Michelle and married both. We don't give ourselves to people we don't love." And packed my stuff. Her apartment was decidedly less cluttered when I told her if that is what she wants, then that is what she will get.

So, there I was, on the perfect beach, in the perfect suit, on a perfect day, and I was miserable. I was with my house sisters, pretending to have fun when they walked by. Yes, it was spring break, so all the beaches were full of college students blowing off steam.

If I were not feeling so alone, I never would have gone out with them. But hey, I was here to experience life to the fullest. After the first night, Mike, who was the perfect gentleman, walked me back to my room to make sure I got back safely. So, I figured if I was going to hang out with a guy, Mike seemed like the perfect sort.

Again, long story short. By the end of the week, we were an item. On the second to the last night there, I had too much to drink, missed Belinda too much, and Mike and I ended up in bed together. To be blunt, we fucked like bunnies. Neither one was walking straight when we finished.

We kissed at the bus, exchanged information, realized we were not that far from each other, and went back to school. As far as the sex went, it was sex. Tab D inserted into slot P, move vigorously, and repeat, as necessary. It was fun. It relieved stress and filled the void in my heart.

You see in my family you really cannot just have sex with someone. The heart must be involved, or it just does not work. Of course, I felt so guilty on the ride home. I did not know what to do with myself. So being hurt, I just stayed away.

I mean I did not leave my room except to go to class. I did not talk to anyone other than my mom via text, my brother, and on occasion, Mike. With Mike, well since we were involved, I did spend weekends at his dorm and yes, we made love. One time it was good enough to make me cry.

Him being a male, he was shocked and bugged me about what was wrong, until I told him. He was shocked but made a good recovery. He told me if I were honest with him, he could oversee it. I felt a little relieved and went back to my school.

For those of you who are looking for some lurid details of our sex. I am sorry; I am just not that imaginative. It was sex. The biggest variation was who was on top. He could not eat pussy to save his life and I must be licking pussy then sucking on his dick. So, okay, there it is in a nutshell.

Anyway, I finally had a paper due that I did not have a choice but to go to the bookstore. I hoped that Belinda was off that day but knew better. I mean, I was one of the few who knew she owned the place. So, I set my face and went in like nothing was wrong.

I was lucky, she was not in the front. So, I quickly grabbed the book I needed and looked for a hidden corner. I shut out the whispers and hit the tomes. I sighed as the volume went down and read that book as my life depended on it. I felt her before her shadow crossed the book, but I refused to look up.

"I'm sorry miss, but this section is closed." I heard her sweet voice and wanted to cry. Didn't she know how much I loved her? "If you would follow me, please...?" Biting my lip, I tried not to look at her as I followed her long dress. I gasped when I realized where she was taking me. We were in the center of her store when she asked. "Will you please look at me?" I could not resist her voice, so I looked up. I saw the tears in her eyes as she tried to remain calm. "Do you still love me?" She asked.

The cold shell around my heart shattered. "Yes," I got out before she captured my lips. Instinct took over as I wrapped my arms around her. I think would have stood there forever if we did not hear.

"Damn man; we should have come here a long time ago. I did not know they had a floor show. That's fucking hot!" Yes, it was footballer's night. She pulled me behind her as we headed to the back study. As soon as we were in, she slammed the door and locked it. It was all over but the loving.

We were on each other like, like lovers in heat. It was hot enthusiastic, loud, and quick, as we found the spots our lover liked. In less than five minutes, we were both Cumming. Her face was buried in my pussy as I tried to get my hand shoved up her while licking her to climax. After we shuttered to a mutual orgasm, we flipped, facing the other, and cried.

After we were finally able to pull ourselves together, she refused to let go of my hand as we went out and were met by applause. "I'm sorry people, but my girlfriend and I have been separated for a while.

She just came back. We'll try and not make a habit of this, but you know how love is." She smiled as I blushed.

That night, after making love again, we had it out. She told me that she did love me but was scared that I would leave her. So, she started taking preemptive measures. I loved it when she tried to be so rational about it. When it was my turn, I had to tell her about Mike.

After a long talk, she admitted that if I did end up with him, it was no one's fault but her own. She also swore we would try and work things out between us.

That was two weeks before finals. If you have had finals, you know that nothing, but studying was going on until I had passed all my tests. I did not even have time to text mom or Mike. So, in the two days, before I had to fly home, I tried to talk to Mike and Belinda. Each told me that if I did not lie about it, they were cool with me having the other for a lover. I wondered if we could get together and see where things could go. I mean my heart was saying it might be a good thing to have both of my lovers together.

They were dragging their feet. So, you know me, I threw a hissy fit with both. I told them that they could think about it while I was visiting home. I told them both that I loved them and that I would be back. Belinda went with me to the airport, and I kissed her and told her that I loved her before I had to go through security.

During the four hours on the plane, I had time to think about how I could greet Michelle. I had been such a bitch; I had to find a way to make it up to her. It was to my great delight, to find them kissing as they waited for me. I was like 'Oh my Goddess,' to know what it meant to be loved like that.

I know I must have sounded like a babbling idiot as I told them my problem, but I needed advice. Then to have Tony tell me about his older lover, I knew it was going to be an interesting summer. That is when it hit me that no matter what the cost, it is the love that rules my family.

Here it would be nice to say that everything went swimmingly, and we all lived happily ever after. Sorry folks, this is real life. Oh, things at home were great, but I was missing my lovers by the second week.

It took me that long to convince Belinda that she had to come out and meet the family. I did not have the same luck as Mike. It seems like he had his summer filled with work and could not getaway. At first, I was hurt, but then as Tony would say, I got to the point of 'Sorry about your luck!' as I made love to Belinda in my room, knowing my mom and Michelle were doing the same thing under us.

To be continued