Neither I nor my friend Sam had any classes Friday afternoon, so we headed down to the park to throw some disks.

We were playing an energetic jumping and running game, while flirting with any girls who happened to pass by and generally having fun, when I spotted Sue’s mom watching us.

Now for those of you who didn’t read “breakfast at Sue’s”, I’ll describe Sue’s mother to you briefly; she’s Chinese-American, but not one of those petite kowtow types. A lean, solid woman of about 5 ft. 8 inches, with slim muscular hips, and ample breasts. She has thick black hair down to her waist, and an irresistible, ready smile. And she is one helluva great fuck.

Much to my embarrassment, I had never actually caught her name.

“Hi, Daniel. How are you?” She said, walking up to me. There was another woman with her, fortyish, attractive. Perfectly groomed shoulder-length black hair, and blue eyes. Office clothes and shoes that looked out of place here in the park, briefcase.

“Who’s your cute friend? This is Erica, would you like something to drink? We were just going to go over there and get a couple of cokes. You guys sure look hot. Ha ha, hot and sweaty, I mean!”

Sue’s mom had a kind of hyper babble. She was so personable though, you had to forgive her for it.

“Sure. Great.” I replied, and ran to catch the Frisbee.

“Who are the babes?” Asked Sam a few minutes later, as we walked over to the ladies, who had spread out a blanket on the grass.

“The one in the business clothes is Erica, and I’m not sure of the other one’s name.” I answered.

We had barely sat down when the hyper babble started up again.

“Hi, Sam. I’m Lucy. This is Erica. Erica has afternoon off. She’s a fund manager for Ernst & Young. Aren’t these guys cute, Erica?”

I was really quite relieved to know Lucy’s name. It’s truly embarrassing meeting an ex-lover and not knowing her name.

She babbled on, and Erica also managed to get out a word or two.

Erica had nice legs, I noticed, and something about those perfectly manicured fingernails and her self-assured demeanor made her well worth flirting with.

Still, when Lucy invited us to have dinner with them over at her place, I don’t think I would’ve accepted it. The evening was young, and there were plenty of sweet young college girls cruising around. And I’d been burned by Lucy before.

“What about Sue?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s off somewhere with her father for the weekend. I don’t understand why just when the weather gets nice at home people start going other places. Personally, I like to travel in winter when it’s cold here and go somewhere warm. So, what about it, boys? A double date at my place tonight?”

I was just working on a polite way to decline when Sam answered first; “Great! We’d love to. What time?”

“Eight.” Said Lucy.

“I don’t know if I can make it, Lucy.” Interrupted Erica, “I might have to work tonight.”

“Don’t be silly, Erica.” Said Lucy, “I’ve just got us a date with two cute college boys. Don’t try to wiggle out of it, it’s what you need and you know it.”

“Well, sorry, Daniel. But that oriental babe was turning me on big-time, and I thought you had the hots for that executive type. Pretty kinky, Daniel. She looks old enough to be your mother.”

“Well, Sam, she may not look it, but Lucy’s about the same age. I had a one-nighter with her daughter. That’s how I know her.”

I didn’t tell him that I had also screwed Lucy in the morning.

“No shit.” Sam said, in his characteristically articulate way.

Sam never turned up at the dinner. I was there alone with these two man-hungry women. I had mixed feelings about it; I tended to go for girls my own age. I hadn’t realized that Lucy was Sue’s mother when she’d dragged me into her bedroom. I thought she was a sister or something; she really looks much younger than she is. She had known I came in with Sue, and I felt that it was a nasty thing of her to seduce me.

But I found Erica to be very sexy, and I loved the way she flirted with me; it was very flattering. She was like some high-powered executive type and good-looking. I have a certain fascination for women like that. I thought it might be cool to be her 19-year-old toy boy for a night or two of fun.

Lucy is a real whiz in the kitchen; she had two pots and a wok going at once.

Erica was wearing an expensive-looking long green dress that didn’t manage to hide her charms, even though it came down to her toes. She wore open high-heeled shoes, and her hair was pulled back, exposing her neck and her ears. She had on a light amount of makeup; she really didn’t need much. Despite the slight creases around her eyes and the corners of her mouth, she had wonderful clear pale skin that contrasted wonderfully with her dark hair.

Lucy was also dressed as though she had been expecting to go out on the town or something: heels and net stockings, thigh-length leather skirt, and a low-cut blouse. She wore a lot of bracelets that jingled as she busied herself in the kitchen. While Erica looked dressed for the opera, Lucy looked ready to go out clubbing.

I felt embarrassingly underdressed; I was just wearing my usual jeans and T-shirt, and I had training shoes on my feet. Still, I figured I’m the kid here tonight, so what the hell?

Erica took the initiative socially, asking me about my schoolwork and so on. She knew a lot about several of the subjects I was taking and was interested in the latest developments, so we had plenty to talk about. She was smart; I liked her.

“So what happened to your cute friend?” said Lucy. “We’re going to have to go ahead and eat without him; I don’t want to reheat the stir-fry; everything will go soggy. The whole thing about a good stir-fry is that everything is fresh and crunchy.”

We ate, and if the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I would have asked Lucy to marry me right there and then.

Lucy is a very American woman. She doesn’t speak Chinese, and she’s never been to China. She’s second-generation. She carries her voluptuous body proudly and confidently. But she cooks Chinese, and loves to dress up in bits of Oriental finery.

“So what are we going to do now?” asked Lucy, as we finished the meal. “It’s one boy and two girls.”

I’d been thinking the same thing. It was a bit awkward. I supposed I would have to choose one of them and snub the other. I really didn’t want to do that: I had too much respect [and considerable desire] for Erica, but I had the history with Lucy.

“Do you think you can handle it, Daniel?” Lucy continued.

It slowly dawned on me what she had in mind: that I should satisfy both of these vivacious females. It was a very exciting, but somewhat daunting prospect.

“Perhaps I’d better go home, Lucy. Two’s company and threes a crowd, right?” said Erica.

“No way, Erica.” said Lucy, “I promised you a sweet boy for this evening, now I wouldn’t hog him all to myself and send you home alone. What kind of a hostess would I be?”

“Lucy! You’re so outrageous.”

We sat on the couch, with me in the middle. I put an arm around each of them and alternately kissed one then the other. Four hands traced across my head and body, four lovely, experienced little feminine hands.

While my shirt was removed by Erica, Lucy kneeled on the floor and unlaced my shoes. I was stark naked in seconds, my rock-hard dick being passed from hand to hand, my whole body being caressed by my two older lovers.

They teased me for a time, not letting me undress them.

“Not so fast, you naughty boy.” said Erica, slapping my hand from her belt buckle. It was wonderful.

I kissed their lips and necks and explored their mouths with my tongue. They kissed my nipples and toyed with my young cock and balls.

Lucy stood for a while and pulled me gently into a standing position by my cock. It was wonderfully erotically stimulating and humiliating. In her high heels, she was at least my height, and she was still fully dressed. I can’t quite put my finger on why the two of them being dressed should be more erotic than if they were naked; despite being middle-aged, neither of them had a body to be ashamed of. That wasn’t it; it was that by being dressed in contrast to my nakedness, I was fully exposed while the two of them had not yet reciprocated; I was vulnerable, I had exposed myself completely, while Lucy and Erica had held themselves back, revealing nothing. Well, that was the feeling.

Grinning ear to ear, Lucy led me in a little circle around the room, still pulling me by the tip of my rock-hard penis, while Erica sat on the couch, obviously very excited to watch this strange little show.

I wouldn’t have put up with such a scene if it weren’t for Lucy’s irresistibly contagious grin. How could I refuse her this little episode when it was clearly so stimulating to her?

“Oh, Erica! Isn’t he good? Didn’t I tell you?”

“Yes, you did, Lucy, and you were quite right.” Erica answered.

“Daniel,” Lucy told me kindly, “I want you to bend over this table.” And she gently pushed me forward over the card table, so that I was lying with my chest on its surface, but still standing with my naked ass in the air.

I should probably say here that I’ve never been into any kind of dominance/submission trip before. The closest I had come was last time I was here, and Lucy had told me exactly what she wanted from me. That was very mild compared to what was going on now, but I had enjoyed it very much, and I was thinking that if I’m going to screw a pair of middle-aged ladies, I should go for the whole experience.