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My first time with Christine had somehow happened by itself, without me really noticing it at first. Christine had truly taken me by surprise with her charm and captured me with her vagina before I even knew what was happening. If interpreted maliciously, one could even interpret it as a kind of sexual abuse. However, only an outsider would have come up with this idea, because if I had to testify in court as a witness, I would have openly admitted that this was nothing other than the fulfillment of my most secret dreams and desires. So, acquittal across the board for the defendant!

But now I was about to have my first self-determined sex with Christine. I was about to actively and consciously unite with her for the first time, have sex with her, or rather, really fuck her. Call it what you will, at that moment I was definitely more than ready to stand up for myself!

Just the moonlit sight of her lasciviously displayed readiness almost made my hormones boil. To my disappointment, however, I realized that the closer I got to her, the more my own shadow obscured the view. Kneeling directly behind her, the erotic sight was practically invisible in the darkness, because the moon was shining down on us from behind, not from above. But hey, if you can't see anything, you have to feel the more, was my first thought. But don't they say that what you see is what you get? That was definitely my second thought, and I didn't want to miss out on the sight of Christine under any circumstances.

"Would you mind if I turned on the bedside lamp?" I dared to ask, very cautiously.

"Aha, so you're a connoisseur and would like to watch me fuck? Of course, feel free to turn on the light, but please dim it a bit, because otherwise the mosquitoes will be attracted through the open window. Maybe you'd better draw the light curtain, then the bugs won't have a chance."

I reached for the bedside lamp and found the switch that turned it on and adjusted the intensity at the same time. I adjusted the brightness so that the lamp gave off only a very dim amount of light. Still, it was enough to see Christine crouching before me in her provocative pose, no longer in black and white, but now in colorful splendor. Could there possibly be a more arousing image than that of a highly aroused woman who can hardly wait to finally be taken by her lover?

As if this weren't enough of a tantalizing sight, Christine now leaned on her forehead to free her hands. With spread fingers, she reached deep into the crease of her ass, so perfectly shaped by nature, and pulled the halves apart invitingly, practically exposing her vulva and anus. The sight of Nora's moist, glistening vulva brought back memories of how Frederike's hands had literally spread her labia while massaging her gluteus maximus, allowing one to see directly into her love canal. This, however, was a completely different story, because with eight of her delicate fingers, Christine showed me the way to her sanctuary. An image that was immediately and indelibly burned into my retina!

The moment I saw Christine, I knew immediately that I would dispose of my entire porn collection at the earliest opportunity. The mere memory of this erotic sight would make all masturbation aids superfluous for all eternity! Secretly, of course, I wished that tonight would be the end of the days when I even needed such aids!

"Come on, Patrick, don't keep me waiting so long. But please don't forget to close the curtain."

Oh yes, there was something else. I hurriedly stood up to close the curtain when I suddenly stopped. What? Did something just move there? I wasn't sure if I hadn't been mistaken, but I thought I saw a shadow disappear from the window in a flash. Cautiously, I crept to the window and tried to catch a glimpse in the direction the shadow had disappeared. Nothing! Nothing and no one. To be absolutely sure, I poked my head through the open sliding door. This immediately reassured me, because there was no one in sight. No one could have run that fast to the end of the balcony without making an audible noise, so I must have just imagined it all.

I could have sworn I'd seen a shadow, but I had to admit I was probably mistaken. If my suspicions had been confirmed, it could only have been Svenja secretly watching us, because one of the four-year-olds sneaking around on the balcony in the middle of the night was definitely out of the question. I tried to push the thought of Svenja away, because after all, there was no one there. And yet I found myself secretly liking the idea of ​​Svenja watching me have sex with Christine. At least, the idea excited me more than it frightened me. I probably wouldn't have even minded, because I knew from Christine that Svenja wouldn't hold it against her mother and me if we had sex together.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

SVENJA:

Mom's been with Patrick for quite a while now. I wonder if she managed to seduce him with her see-through negligee? I'd really love to see her succeed. The way she was raving about his erection earlier, she must have really missed sex these past few years. I can even understand her a little bit, after my intense orgasm this morning when I slid onto Patrick's hard cock from the vaulting box. I have no idea what possessed me to rub my pussy against him at the same time. Anyway, as amazing as my orgasm felt, I'm definitely not going to give myself to any man until I can stand on my own two feet. I'm definitely not going to have the same kind of mess that Mom went through! Besides, I don't even know if Patrick is the right one for me. Yes, he's really nice and good-looking too. I also think it's cute how he always blushes when he's embarrassed. The way he gently guided me through the course also speaks volumes about him. But I'm not going to fall in love with him just yet. No I'm not! Not before I've got my exams in hand! Why is there no sound from next door? I think I should go and see!

On tiptoe, Svenja crept to Patrick's room. She was pleased to find the balcony door wide open and the curtain drawn back, providing perfect privacy. She could see into the room without being seen herself. When she cautiously peered inside, she was almost startled, for her mother was sitting in such a way that she was facing directly at her. Through the sheer fabric of her negligee, she could clearly see her mother's breasts, illuminated by the moonlight. Her mother was holding something, but she couldn't make out what it was. Unfortunately, she couldn't see Patrick at all, as the back of the chair in front of his bed obstructed her view.

If I could already see Mom's breasts almost perfectly clearly in this dim light, how well must Patrick be able to see them? He's probably already as horny as hell, with Mom's tits right in front of his face! There is no chance that Mom couldn't seduce him in that state, is there?

"Open your mouth!" she suddenly heard Christine's voice, before Christine brought something to Patrick's mouth.

"I've added fresh tomato and chives to the scrambled eggs, but I haven't added any salt yet. If you'd like some, though, I've brought some."

"No, thank you, it tastes wonderful just the way it is. I don't think I've ever eaten such delicious scrambled eggs in my life. It's absolutely unbeatable!"

How right Patrick is! Mom's scrambled eggs are truly unbeatable!

"Well, wait for dessert before you make such hasty judgments!"

It looks so cute watching Mom feed Patrick. Judging by the sounds he makes with his chewing, though, there must have been something else besides the scrambled eggs. Ah, it seems he's finished everything now because Mom is clearing the tray and putting the chair away. At least I can finally see Patrick in the moonlight. He looks really strange with that bandage around his head. Oh, Mom, you've positioned yourself so that I can only see his head! What else have you got for Patrick to eat?

Seriously, Mom, you're really going at it, the way you're finger-feeding him. I can't remember you ever stuffed your fingers in the twins or my mouth while feeding us, have you? Anyway, it looks pretty sexy, sitting there half-naked with Patrick, putting your fingers in his mouth. I could really learn a thing or two from you! I'd really like to know why Dad cheated on you with that stupid office slut? You look absolutely gorgeous! I hope Patrick notices that too. Any man who doesn't want to have sex with you in your sexy outfit must be completely gay!

"Wow, Mom, what's going on NOW?" Svenja whispered to herself, overwhelmed by the unfolding events, as she watched her mother bend down to kiss Patrick passionately, pulling the covers off him and straddling him. For a split second, she caught a glimpse of Patrick's erect penis after Christine grabbed his foot and stretched out his leg. Moments later, she was already squatting over him, so that all she could see were his testicles.

Svenja felt her pulse quicken. Just moments before, she had wanted nothing more for her mother than what was happening right now, less than two meters away. She never would have believed it could happen so quickly and so easily. She had racked her brains trying to figure out how her mother would seduce Patrick, and then she just pulled the covers off him and squatted over his stiff cock!

Svenja could easily empathize with Christine at that moment, imagining how Patrick's penis felt since she herself had touched it with her own sex earlier. How must now it feel for her mother, without two layers of fabric separating them?

There was so much eroticism in this scene that the spark immediately ignited Svenja. She felt the warmth spreading through her groin, felt the moisture forming there, as well as the intense desire for touch between her thighs. As if by instinct, her hand moved toward that moisture. She only had to pull her nightshirt up a little, as she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Almost compelled, she placed her hand over her vulva and stroked it very gently, so that her fingers were moistened by her softly parting labia. She repeatedly rubbed her fingertips over her sensitive labia, mentally replaying the experience with Patrick in the gym, while watching Christine rub herself against Patrick in a similar way.

But what happened next? Christine slowly rose, allowing Svenja to watch with excitement as Patrick's penis reappeared in her field of vision, suddenly standing erect beneath her mother's lap. Fascinated, she watched as Christine searched for its tip with her vulva. No sooner had she found it than she enveloped the glans, which disappeared inside her as if of its own accord.

Svenja felt as if her heart would stop with excitement as she watched more and more of the long shaft vanish into her mother's vagina until finally, it was completely hidden. How she longed to see even more detail, but what the moonlight revealed was already more than she had ever hoped for.

With the same slowness with which Svenja had watched Patrick's erect penis disappear inside her mother, she now inserted her own index and middle fingers deep into her vagina. Hearing Christine's moans sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Assuming her mother was now really fucking Patrick, she wanted to withdraw her fingers and immediately plunge them back in, but nothing of the sort happened. Instead, she watched as Christine straightened up over Patrick to remove her negligee and let it slide down behind her back.

Christine then bent down to Patrick again and impatiently fumbled with his shirt, trying to pull it off. Patrick helped her by leaning his torso towards her, which Christine used to pull him up to her. Patrick's shirt flew across the room in a high arc, leaving them both completely naked in each other's arms.

"Come on, Mom, just fuck him already!" Svenja whispered to her mother, impatiently waiting to finally synchronize her fingers with Christine's hip movements. Svenja's pulse was racing as she watched the two kissing. When she finally saw Patrick's hands move to Christine's bottom, she felt as if she could feel them on her own skin, so deeply did she imagine herself inside her mother.

"Aha, something's finally happening," Svenja whispered as she saw her mother push Patrick down onto the bed and take his hands, guiding them to her breasts. Svenja immediately grabbed one of her own breasts, its nipple hard against her hand. Curious, she watched to see what would happen next.

"Please be very gentle with them," she heard her mother's soft voice say to Patrick. "They're very sensitive. They haven't felt a man's touch in a long time. Yesss, ooh yesss, you're doing it so goo-ood!"

"It's so nice, Mom, that you're finally speaking loudly and clearly again!" Svenja whispered back. "Now all that's missing is for you to finally start riding Patrick properly so I can get something out of it too!"

But Christine still hadn't granted her wish. Of course, in her youthful inexperience, Svenja couldn't know that her mother's vagina was already highly active at that moment, rhythmically contracting and gripping Patrick's erect penis, giving him the most intense sensations.

Svenja waited impatiently for Christine and Patrick's union to finally intensify, and after several minutes, she was rewarded when Patrick's penis reappeared. She immediately withdrew her own fingers, only to push them deep inside again, while she watched Patrick's penis disappear back into Christine's depths. The movement became increasingly intense, more and more of Patrick's penis becoming visible for brief moments before it disappeared again between her mother's soft labia.

Suddenly, Svenja saw her mother intensify her movements toward Patrick. Loud, smacking sounds of their pleasurable union now reached her ears.

"Finally, things are really heating up!" whispered Svenja, as she thrust harder with her fingers and rubbed her clitoris with her thumb, desperately hoping to synchronize her own orgasm with Patrick's. She absolutely didn't want to sleep with Patrick. And yet, the idea of ​​doing so felt incredibly good. It didn't bother her at all that she was merely an eyewitness to this sensual act, without actively participating.

"Yeeeeeeah, oh yeeeeah Patrick, let it come! Shoot it all into my hungry pussy, yesssss! Oh my god yesssss, I can feel you squirting inside me. Oh, how long has it been since I've felt that. Yeeeah, come on, give me everything you've got!"

"Nnnngggaaaaahhhhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" Svenja heard Patrick moaning while he shot his load deep into her mother's vagina.

Her mother's voice and Patrick's loud moans caused Svenja's muscular tube to clench around her fingers just seconds later. She shuddered violently as she surrendered to her climax, struggling to suppress the urge to moan aloud, while Patrick's moans were simultaneously muffled by her mother's lips.

For about another minute, Svenja watched as Christine continued riding Patrick's penis before it finally slid limply out of her and landed on his stomach. She watched in amazement as Patrick's semen gushed from her mother's vagina almost as soon as she had positioned herself over him. Even more astonishing, however, was that Christine then licked and swallowed everything from his stomach. She herself hadn't dared to do that when, just yesterday, she had washed Patrick's semen off her forearm!

Svenja heard her mother whisper again. Although her mother spoke very softly, she thought she understood her own name. She could understand Patrick much better, however. She listened in disbelief to the rest of the conversation.

"But wouldn't you be jealous if I slept with Svenja too?"

"How did you even get the idea that I want to sleep with you, huh?" She would have loved to shout this out loud, but to avoid being exposed as a voyeur, Svenja limited herself to whispering.

"But no, my darling. Svenja is my own flesh and blood, and if you make her happy, you'll make me happy too. I know Svenja has fallen in love with you too, and I would be very happy if you two found each other."

Oh really? How do you know that, Mom?

"Really? Svenja has fallen in love with me? Did she say so?"

No, she definitely hasn't!

"She doesn't need to tell me that. A mother senses things like that, even without needing to be told. Ever since Svenja broke up with Alex, she's been a different person. You should have heard her rave about you when she told me how she experienced her orgasm sitting on your penis. She wasn't talking about her sexual sensations at all, but only about the uncanny closeness and security she felt in your arms at that moment. If that's not love, then what is?"

Svenja was stunned. On the one hand, she was furious at her mother's indiscretion, but on the other hand, her heart was touched by how lovingly she spoke of her. Had she actually fallen in love with Patrick without even realizing it? She longed to jump right into bed with Christine and hug her for her kind words. So she was all the more shocked when Patrick suddenly started to cry.

"This can't be true. I just cheated on the girl who loves me and whom I love back with you, with her own mother! How could I have done this? If I could, I would love to..."

"Seriously? Patrick loves me?" Svenja whispered, unable to stop her eyes from welling up. A warm feeling spread through her heart. Learning that Patrick loved her in this indirect way was, of course, not the same as a face-to-face declaration of love, and yet, in that moment, she was filled with an incredible sense of happiness. Hoping to learn more, she listened intently to the conversation between Patrick and her mother.

"Don't cry, my darling. Everything's fine, and you haven't done anything wrong. You haven't cheated on Svenja at all, because after all, you haven't confessed your love to each other yet. And even if you had, Svenja wouldn't be angry with you if you'd slept with me."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, Patrick, things between Svenja and me aren't like those between most mothers and daughters. We have an incredibly strong bond, and as you've probably noticed, we really don't have any secrets from each other. It's gotten to the point where we're even willing to share everything with each other."

Well, I do still have one or two little secrets, Mom. Even though I love you very much, you don't need to know everything!

"Yes, I've noticed that, but what are you trying to tell me?"

"Do you remember how I spontaneously hugged you earlier on the balcony?"

"Yes, of course I remember!"

"And I remember it even more because when I felt your penis harden in your pants, I was, for a brief moment, the happiest woman in the world. Can you imagine how it gnawed at me that I hadn't felt a man get hard because of me in over three years? I was so euphoric in that moment that I almost lost control of myself. Surely you noticed that your erection didn't leave me completely cold, right?"

"Yes, I felt you rubbing yourself against me."

"I thought you must have noticed. And I can tell you, I had to restrain myself quite a bit to avoid eating you right then and there. So, in that moment, I felt the same way Svenja did just a few minutes before me. But with one big difference."

"Oh yeah, which one?"

Exactly, Mom, I'd like to know that too!

"Well, how should I put this? Svenja hasn't yet experienced the energy and passion that sex can unleash in a person, apart from your little episode behind the gym box."

Oh Mom, if you knew what I've already done with Marissa from my advanced biology class, you wouldn't talk like that!

"She doesn't yet know about the strength, happiness, and deep satisfaction, even the boundless joy of life, that fills a person when they can live out an active, uninhibited, and satisfying sexuality."

But Mom, I can tell you a thing or two about sexual satisfaction. It was great being licked by Marissa, sure, but not so great that I'd call it boundless bliss! When I use my fingers, it's actually always really great too!

"Therefore, she also doesn't know about the emptiness that leaves you feeling when you suddenly no longer have anyone to let you experience that same happiness and passion."

It's really not that bad. I can definitely have fun with myself when I feel like it! Or is it really that different with a penis in my vagina?

"When my husband and I were still in love, we shared all of this, and in fact, it was the only real connection that bound us together, since we hardly had any other common interests. The sex with him was really great, but I would never have married him if I hadn't gotten pregnant with Svenja. After Svenja's birth, it took a very long time for him to regain the passion he once felt for me. We had several sexually active years together after that and enjoyed ourselves. We truly lived out our sexuality without inhibition. We had no problem showing Svenja how physically attracted we were to each other."

"But you certainly didn't do it in front of Svenja, did you?"

Of course you did, Mom! You even fucked each other in my childhood bedroom.

"No, at least not since she was about four years old. In her early years, however, we laid the foundation for her own open attitude towards sex because we had her around us in every situation. Not that we intended it that way, because we usually had sex when Svenja was asleep. Often, however, we would spontaneously pounce on each other while she was playing with her dolls on the floor next to us. Of course, we made it clear to her that we were playing a game that only Mom and Dad were allowed to participate in, because otherwise, in her childish playfulness, she would have felt encouraged to join in. Only when she started kindergarten did we begin to discreetly withdraw for sex, because we were afraid that she would otherwise blab to the kindergarten center about what Mom and Dad were doing. Nevertheless, even later on, we moved around the house naked, completely freely, touched and kissed each other intimately, and never locked the door when we made love. Svenja always knew exactly when and what we were doing with each other but always respected our privacy and never watched us do it."

Mom, if you only knew. I almost always watched you two having sex. Maybe you should have closed the door after all! I was still little, but I remember it very well! I remember exactly how I started learning to count. I once quietly counted how many times Dad rammed his cock inside you, and then I got annoyed because it was more than a hundred times because I could only count to a hundred at that time!

"I imagine it's kind of nice, being so open with each other. My parents always hung a red scarf on the bedroom door when they were having sex. My sister and I always knew to stay away from the bedroom and, ideally, to disappear into our rooms and close the door behind us so that we didn't hear our mom's lustful moaning."

"But at least they let you and your sister know that they still love and desire each other. You wouldn't believe how lucky that is! Do they still do that today?"

"Yes, I think so. But of course, they have a lot more freedom these days because Hanne and I no longer live at home. Besides, they're probably more likely to rock their RV these days than their marital bed in Hannover. But weren't you actually trying to tell me why Svenja wouldn't be jealous if she knew about us?"

"Oh yes, excuse me, my darling, if I got a little off topic. It's okay if I call you darling, right?"

"Of course, I love it!"

"Very nice. Sorry: Very nice, my darling! Well, after I felt your hard cock in your pants earlier and got so turned on by you, I felt a pang of guilt at first."

"Oh, is that why you suddenly took off?"

"Yes, exactly! And of course I went to Svenja and cried to her because I was so embarrassed in front of her."

"And how did she react?"

"Completely different than I expected. She laughed at me!"

"She did WHAT?"

"Well, she really did laugh at me and said she thought the way I reacted to your erection was really sweet."

"So she wasn't jealous at all?"

"Not a bit. She even hugged me and congratulated me on finally feeling a man's cock get hard again, and that I absolutely had to take advantage of it."

"What did she mean by that?"

"Just like she said it. She told me point blank that if you couldn't have sex with her, you could have it with me, so that sex would at least stay in the family. She practically demanded that I grab you and have uninhibited sex with you!"

I didn't say anything about having uninhibited sex, Mom. You made that up!

"She really said that?"

"No, actually, she worded it a bit more subtly."

"Yes? How?"

"She told me I should let you fuck my brains out! And then she said she wouldn't rule out taking you back at any time, after I'd really broken you in."

"There you go, Mom!" Svenja had to suppress a laugh at her mother's words. Had she really said that? Curious, she listened to what other details she might learn.

"Well, I didn't really fuck your brains out just now. As quickly as I just came, you didn't get anything out of it."

"So you really think I didn't get anything out of sleeping with you? You can't even imagine how hot it was for me, a thirty-four-year-old woman, to be the very first one you young Adonis shot your cum into! Do you know how young and desirable I felt the moment I felt your semen squirt against my cervix? No orgasm in the world can top that feeling alone!"

"Okay, but it would have been even better for you in that moment if you had come too, right?"

"But it did, my darling. Just not in my pussy, but in my head. And I swear to you, I'll live off that mental image for the rest of my life, and I'll always be able to recall the look on your face from the moment you came inside me whenever I don't have a man at my disposal and have to do it myself with my dildo."

"I'll definitely jerk off to that memory for the rest of my life," I had to laugh as I imagined Christine with her dildo. "And yet, I would have found it even better if you had come too."

I think it would be better if you stopped masturbating in the future and instead spent more time in bed with my mom. She needs that!

"Now listen to me carefully. You don't have to be uncomfortable at all that you came so quickly. On the contrary, I even planned it that way. All that was important to me at that moment was that your first time should be as intense and beautiful as possible for you."

"Really?"

"Oh, how exhausting do you think it was for me to milk your cock with my pussy muscles all that time? I was planning on making you cum as quickly and intensely as possible because I could hardly wait for you to take me even harder in the second round."

Oh, I think things are getting exciting again! You absolutely have to explain the whole "milking pussy" thing to me sometime, Mom. But hey, it sounds like things are really getting going again!

Svenja watched in amazement as Christine licked down Patrick's stomach with her tongue before taking his flaccid penis completely into her mouth. After a few moments, she could see it growing larger and larger until it finally outgrew her mouth, leaving only the head. She repeatedly brought it out to lick it with her tongue while holding him firmly in her hand.

"So? Ready for the next round?"

"Well, if you ask me like that, and you swear to me that Svenja won't be mad at us for it, anytime!"

I can truly promise you that, as long as you at least give it to my mom properly and put on a decent show for me here!

"I swear it on my children's lives, and now get behind me!" she demanded, crouching on all fours. "But this time I don't want to sleep with you again!"

"No? But you just said that..."

That's right, I heard that too. So why the sudden change of heart, Mom?

"No, Patrick, I think you misunderstood me. This time I don't want to make love to you, I want to be properly fucked by you. You can even fuck my brains out if you like!"

Mom, you're such a bitch! I'm so proud of you, now let me finally see something for my money!

"Would you mind if I turned on the bedside lamp?"

"Ah, so you're a connoisseur and would like to watch yourself while you fuck me? Of course, feel free to turn on the light, but please dim it a bit, otherwise the mosquitoes will be attracted through the open window. Perhaps you'd prefer to draw the light curtains; then the pests will have even less of a chance."

Oh my God, I think I'd better disappear now before Patrick spots me!

No sooner had Patrick reached the curtain than Svenja had already reached the safety of Christine's bedroom balcony door and silently closed it behind her. She waited a moment until she was absolutely sure the coast was clear before opening the door again. Looking through Patrick's balcony door from the outside again was too risky for her.

What a mess. I was really starting to think I was going to get a real show after all. Oh well, listening is better than nothing!

Svenja pulled her nightshirt over her head and lay naked in her mother's bed. She listened intently for sounds from the next room. She didn't have to wait long before she could hear the steady, slapping sound of bodies clearly copulating, and her mother's moans, which started softly but grew louder over time. Judging by Christine's sounds, Svenja thought she had heard at least two or three orgasms. When she finally heard Christine call out Patrick's name after almost twenty minutes, Svenja also came for the third time before turning onto her side, tired and exhausted, and immediately falling into a deep sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

PATRICK:

"Come on, Patrick, where have you been so long? A woman should be devoured while she's still hot!"

Oh, how right Christine was! She still remained waiting in the same position, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine with the mere sight of her. My penis stood erect like a compass needle, my glans blood-red, my pre-cum already dripping and forming strings. Just a few more moments and I would slide my sword back into that sheath and unite with her once more!

Christine, too, seemed to be eagerly anticipating this moment. Instead of spreading her buttocks with her fingers, she impatiently stroked her labia, where her clitoris was clearly visible at the point where they intersected. Oh my God, the sight sent shivers down my spine. So, the moment of my first real fuck had finally arrived. And yes, if she really wanted it, I'd fuck her brains out. At least I'd try to!

About twenty minutes later, Christine and I lay in each other's arms, completely sweaty and out of breath. While I hadn't witnessed the first orgasm a woman had experienced with me or through me during my encounter with Svenja in the gym, this was absolutely not the case with numbers two, three, and four. Christine came three times while I was taking her from behind. And now she lay beside me, once again giving me that soulful smile that I could kiss for hours.

"Oh my goodness," Christine whispered, still catching her breath as she looked at me, "I've never come so many times before. I always thought I had great sex with my ex, but this was so much better. I guess I just mistook quantity for quality with him."

"Oh, did you two do it that often?"

"For a while, yes. Before Svenja came along, almost every day. I usually had an orgasm, but never as intense as with you. The first time you made me come, it felt like sex with my husband. With the second orgasm, I felt like it would never end, it was so intense. But my third time after that was truly incredible! I can't remember my ex ever lasting that long. Getting an erection was never a problem for him, but stamina wasn't his strong suit."

"I guess you don't really need to whisper anymore, considering how loudly you screamed during your climaxes."

"Really, I screamed? How embarrassing!"

"Well, you don't need to be embarrassed because of me. I actually thought it was super hot!"

"And I really screamed? You're not kidding me, are you?"

"Well, if you really want to know, the first time you moaned pretty loudly, the second time you got really loud, and the third time you even screamed my name!"

"Oh my God, I can't believe it. And this happens to me while my daughter is sleeping in my bed next door with the window open!"

"Why's that? I thought Svenja slept two floors below us?"

"She usually does. But tonight she's sleeping with me as an exception. When she came downstairs for dinner earlier, she found you asleep. So we just decided to let you sleep. You were quite restless in your sleep, so we kept checking on you because we were worried about you at first. After we put the twins to bed, we continued to take turns checking on you. That's why I suggested to Svenja that she sleep with me tonight. But at some point, I stopped worrying about you because I figured your restlessness must have been due to a very erotic dream."

"How did you notice that?"

"Well, little Patrick was really bulging the blanket, and besides, you were touching yourself in your sleep."

"Oh God, how embarrassing!"

"But no, it doesn't have to be. To be honest, we both really liked it, and it turned Svenja and me on quite a bit."

"Really, Svenja saw that too?"

"Yes. She came in at some point and, of course, couldn't miss it. Do you think that's bad?"

"I can't change it now anyway, and after she made me squirt in massage class, she already knows what I'm like down there. But how do you know it turned Svenja on?"

"Well, it wasn't particularly cold in your room!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"With those pointy nipples, she could definitely have stabbed you."

"Oh yeah, her nipples are really hot?"

"So you like my daughter's nipples?" Christine laughed, ruffling my hair.

"Oh yeah, I have to admit. And they taste good too!"

"Oh, and don't you like mine?"

"Now that you ask, I have to admit I haven't actually tasted them yet. They certainly feel amazing!"

"Well, come and try Mom's breasts!"

Christine held her breast right in front of my face, so I couldn't help but eagerly, like a starving baby, put my lips over her areola and suckle hard. Within moments, the nipple in my mouth swelled to its full size. I thoroughly enjoyed suckling onto Christine's breast, especially since I certainly didn't have to worry about being pushed away again, as Svenja had done to me on the balcony. Christine also placed her hand on the back of my head and pulled me to her breast like an infant, while I could hear her soft moans. Like mother, like daughter!

Christine's moans had an almost magically invigorating effect on me. Just moments before, I thought my desire for more sex had been satisfied for the time being. But feeling Christine's nipple in my mouth while her voiced moans reached my ear reawakened all my vitality and made me bold. Never before had I touched a woman with my fingers where my cock had just deposited its last load of sperm. As if of its own accord, my hand drew down Christine's torso while I continued to circle her hard nipple with my tongue.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Christine spreading her legs wider as my hand slid down her abdomen. I could already feel the first wisps of her soft pubic mound beneath my fingers when I wondered how much further I should venture. But it was Christine who made the decision for me, for she placed her hand on mine and slid it directly over her moist vulva, which was practically flooded with our mutual fluids. I was amazed at how warm and soft the tissue felt against my fingers, and when Christine curled her middle finger over mine, it slid effortlessly into her canal, which was already saturated with my semen.

It felt incredibly exciting as the moist mucous membranes enveloped my finger. The smooth texture of Christine's vaginal walls offered me no resistance whatsoever. My own semen oozed past my finger as I repeatedly thrust it in and out. With her increasingly loud moans, Christine signaled her agreement to what I was doing to her, and so I suddenly became even bolder and removed my mouth from her breast.

Yesterday in the crawl tunnel, I had to fight my urge to put my lips over Svenja's wet vulva. As far as her mother's sex was concerned, however, all restraint was now gone. Christine's aphrodisiac scent drew me almost magically between her spread thighs, and moments later my tongue joined my finger.

When I tasted my semen on her soft labia, Christine moaned loudly. My finger was unfortunately in the way of my tongue exploring Christine's vulva, so I slowly withdrew it and changed position, crouching between her thighs and licking her from below. With my tongue spread wide, I licked up everything I could reach. The longer I licked, the less I noticed my own taste, and the more I perceived the sweet-bitter taste of Christine, who now began to thrust her pelvis wildly against me. I must have suddenly touched her most sensitive spot with my tongue, because when I felt the small bump at the top of her labia, she suddenly went wild. She pressed herself against me like crazy, writhing beneath me. When I looked up at her, I saw that she had put her hand over her mouth to prevent her loud moans from escaping.

Seeing Christine's expression spurred me on even more, and so I concentrated my tongue on her clitoris, whose touch was clearly driving her to ecstasy. I felt like an explorer who, without any guide or helpful instructions, had discovered the clitoris and was now thoroughly examining this treasure for its sensitivity. I couldn't take my eyes off Christine's face, as her lust-distorted expression fascinated me immensely.

When Christine suddenly opened her eyes and our gazes met, she came. And how she came! The pulsating thrusts with which she now bucked her pelvis against me delivered veritable chin punches, but I fought back, pressing my face firmly against her vulva, overflowing with her juices, triggering further small aftershocks, until, after what felt like minutes of bouncing, her pelvic movements finally subsided and Christine removed her hand from her mouth. This was my signal to release her from my demanding tongue. I could hardly wait to crawl back up to her and share her unique taste with a passionate French kiss. It took quite a while until Christine's breathing wasn't quite so rapid anymore and we gazed at each other with completely smeared faces.

"Wow, what was that all about?" Christine asked before pulling my face towards hers again and covering it with countless little kisses. She looked at me in disbelief and amazement before a gentle smile blossomed across her face.

"So, whose nipple tasted better? Mine or Svenja's?" Christine asked me once her breathing had completely calmed down.

"Honestly?"

"Honestly!"

"Well, taste-wise, both of your nipples are unbeatable. But Svenja's nipples are quite a bit longer, so the gold medal in that category definitely goes to your daughter. As far as your pussy is concerned, though, Svenja certainly can't hold a candle to you!"

"Oh, I'm really happy for Svenja, and I'm fine with the nipple silver medal, as long as I don't have to share the pussy gold medal with anyone. I'll definitely pass on your compliment about her nipples to her tomorrow morning."

"You mean this morning. After all, according to my sense of time, it'll probably be almost 2:00 a.m."

"Oh dear! And Svenja will wake me up at 6:30 because I have to get the two little rascals to kindergarten on time and Svenja to the train. Maybe we should get to bed then, hmmm? Although, when I feel your cock in my hand like this, maybe you could go for a third round, right?"

"Well, I'm still awake, but if you have to get up so early, we can gladly wait until tomorrow morning."

"Yes, I think that would actually be more sensible, although I'd really love to have you take me again, so tenderly, in the missionary position," Christina whispered in my ear in such a loving voice that I offered no resistance when she pulled me between her spread thighs. As if of its own accord, my erection, now fully aroused, found its way into Christine's paradise, which immediately enveloped it in its moist warmth and drew it deep inside.

"Yesss, come to me and make love to me again, so tenderly and for as long as possible," Christine whispered, her eyes meeting mine.

We quickly settled into a shared, very slow rhythm, in which I repeatedly sank into her and she repeatedly drew me into her. At first, she had her legs beside me, but she quickly abandoned this position, pulling me even deeper inside her with both heels, which she now pressed against my buttocks.

There couldn't have been a greater contrast than between the almost brutal fucking I'd just given her from behind, and this tender union, where we locked eyes, trying to fathom each other's feelings. This moment of tenderness, of concentrated feeling, was so incredible, so much more passionate than the unrestrained penetration in the doggy position. While the doggy-style fucking was really hot and ultimately very satisfying, this was something else entirely. Everything resonated here: passion, tenderness, warmth, harmony, a sense of belonging. And love. Yes, true love. At least, that's how I felt in that moment, when Christine and I seemed to be connecting our souls.

... "Oooh yessss, Patrick, come love me, come deep inside me, yessss. Oh, it's so beautiful to feel you inside me like this," Christine breathed into me, while she fixed her eyes on me.

To get a better look at Christine and as much of her beautiful body as possible, I propped myself up on both arms. In this position, I was able to penetrate her even deeper with my penis, until our pubic bones prevented us from uniting any more deeply. Fascinated, I perceived the steady wave that made Christine's breasts sway up and down in time with the rhythm of my hard penis plunging into her. The undulating motion inspired me to thrust even harder and faster, but I consciously suppressed this inner urge, knowing that it would only hasten the end of our union. I absolutely didn't want to risk that; I wanted to at least look into Christine's eyes while she came under my gentle thrusts.

I didn't have to wait long for this to happen, because I felt Christine's breathing become increasingly shallow and ragged. As if in silent agreement, she too seemed intent on maintaining the chosen rhythm and continuing to savor the moist friction against my penis at a leisurely pace. The pressure from her heels alone had increased before she suddenly grabbed her legs with both hands behind her knees and pulled them up high and apart, as if she wanted to open herself up to me even further.

Now it was my turn to initiate the movement, while Christine moaned and surrendered to me. I clearly felt how the change in position allowed me to penetrate her fully. And although this drove me almost mad with pleasure, I maintained the slowness of my penetration, savoring every plunge of my cock into Christine's tight channel.

It wasn't long before Christine's eyelids began to flutter. At the same moment, I felt her muscular shaft engage again, stimulating me with its firm grip.

"Ooooh yeah, Patrick, yeah, I feel like I'm about to come! Will you come with me?"

Her contracting muscular shaft wasn't even necessary at that moment. The mere sound of her whispered and moaned words echoing in my ears, while her aroused eyes gazed into the depths of my soul, was enough to flip the switch for me.

"Mooaah, Christine, I feel it too, oh god, yes!" I moaned into her open mouth, as seconds later I ejaculated, thrust after thrust, into her now uncontrollably twitching vagina. The very moment I ejaculated my fertile seed against her uterus, I was once again flooded with endorphins.

Did I just say "my fertile seed"? Uh-oh, I think I'll have to have a word with Christine about that, but at that moment my entire attention was focused on those captivating eyes, in which I tried to fathom how Christine was experiencing her own climax, while my seed, hopefully, wasn't searching for a fertilizable egg inside her!

"Oh god Patrick..., yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah...! Mmmmooooaaah, oh god I'm coming...! Oooooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Patrick please please please don't stop! Yeah!" OOOOH PATRICK, YES! Squirt everything you've got inside me!"

Christine's initial slowness came to an abrupt end. As she came, she arched her back beneath me, gripping my penis with the full force of her vagina, demanding everything he could give her. The cries of pleasure that escaped her throat drifted out of the room, over the balcony, and into the night. I quickly managed to muffle her cries somewhat by placing a finger to her lips. Thankfully, her thoughts quickly cleared, and she smiled at me gratefully.

"Thank you for bringing me down a bit, but when I come as intensely as I did just now, I simply can't hold back."

Christine framed my face with her hands before pulling me down to her and covering my entire face with tender kisses.

"Oh, actually, I enjoyed seeing you get so carried away. It's just that the thought of Svenja next door hearing everything through the open window makes me feel a bit uneasy."

"Don't worry about Svenja. She knows what we're doing anyway."

"Really?"

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, she was even watching us through the window earlier, and if I was really as loud during my orgasms as you said, she's definitely aware."

"You can't be serious! She was watching us?"

"You know, I've known my daughter long enough to know she has a voyeuristic streak. She used to secretly watch my husband and me having sex from the balcony. My husband never noticed, but I did. I let her believe I hadn't seen her, though, because it always gave me a thrill to feel like I was being watched while having sex. Besides, my husband and I never engaged in any perverse practices that would have made me worry about Svenja's well-being. Maybe I'm a bit more open-minded in my parenting methods in this regard, but I figured it certainly wouldn't hurt Svenja to see her parents enjoying themselves."

"Wow, I'm really stunned. I had a feeling earlier that I saw Svenja behind the window. But when I checked, there was no one on the balcony."

" "Well, she must have slipped into my room very quickly and closed the door. Our balcony doors close very easily and almost silently."

"So, I really don't know whether I should feel good or bad about her watching us."

"Don't worry about it. If she hadn't seen us, she definitely would have heard us."

"You're right about that, of course, but I still have a strange feeling about it."

"You don't need to, Patrick. Actually, Svenja even sent me to you and advised me to try and charm you and just go for it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what I'm saying. When she came to me earlier, after checking on you again, I was already wearing my negligee and getting ready for bed. By the way, I only ever sleep in my negligee in the summer. Don't think I dressed so provocatively on purpose to turn your head."

"Well, I actually found the idea of ​​you dressing up so sexily just for me quite appealing. But seriously, you look absolutely stunning in that!"

"Oh, thank you so much for the kind compliment!"

"Well, if that's the case! But what happened next?"

"We were actually about to go to bed when we heard you calling out loudly. At first, I sent Svenja to check on you because I was practically naked. She came back pretty quickly, though, and said you were probably just talking in your sleep. But when we kept hearing you, I just couldn't stop thinking about it. So I threw on my kimono and wanted to go over to you. But Svenja told me I should take the kimono off again and just go to you in my negligee. She said that would turn you on so much that you'd literally fuck my brains out, as she so beautifully put it. I resisted at first and protested quite a bit, but I have to admit, I secretly hoped that Svenja would insist I go over to you half-naked, as I was. Thank God she didn't let up until I took my kimono off again. She even explicitly wished me luck that something very intense would happen between us."

"Well, to be perfectly honest, seeing you in your negligee really turned me on. Svenja's plan worked perfectly. I even had to prop my leg up so you couldn't see my erection under the covers."

"Yeah, it was obviout that you tried to hide something with your leg. Bringing you just my nightshirt and taking off your underwear wasn't entirely without ulterior motives. That way, I knew for sure I wouldn't have to undress you if I wanted to sleep with you."

"You orchestrated that pretty cleverly, I have to admit."

"Yes, I plead guilty as charged!"

"By the way, what really finished me off earlier was when you put your fingers in my mouth while feeding me and kept bending down towards me in your see-through outfit. That was so incredibly hot!"

"And I loved how you practically undressed me with your eyes while I was feeding you in that see-through dress. That was just as hot for me!"

"Even though it was incredibly wonderful with you, it still makes me kind of sad that Svenja doesn't seem to feel as much for me as I do for her. Otherwise, she would never have asked you to come into my room in your see-through negligee, right?"

"I think you're completely wrong about this, Patrick. Sure, Svenja has definitely fallen for you. Who knows, maybe that's precisely why she wanted us to sleep together, because she wanted to see you happy too, not just me? Besides, being in love with someone isn't the same as truly loving someone. For that, you have to know each other much better, have grown much closer emotionally, to bond on that level. Svenja was absolutely euphoric when I told her how deeply it affected me that you got an erection because of me yesterday. She knew how much I missed being physically desired by a man, while at the same time she doesn't feel ready to embrace those feelings herself. Furthermore, loving someone doesn't necessarily mean becoming possessive of them. If there's a third person involved whom you also love, people with a heart as big as Svenja's can also find joy in sharing loved ones."

"It's truly amazing how much you two love each other. I'm also incredibly grateful to Svenja for standing up for herself. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to experience the most wonderful night of my life with you."

"But if we're going by the words you spoke in your sleep earlier, it was exactly what you wanted in your erotic dream."

"Really? What did I say in my sleep?"

"Well, what you said certainly wasn't suitable for minors!"

"Come on, don't keep me in suspense. What did I say?"

"For example, you said that I have incredibly beautiful hands and fingers."

"And that's not suitable for minors?"

"The way you said it, certainly not. You actually told me in my sleep to put my fingers around your hard cock."

"Oh, now things are getting interesting!"

"They certainly are. While you were wishing for my fingers on your cock, you were touching yourself and apparently imagining in your dream that it was my hand running up and down your erection. That was totally hot, and I got really wet watching you. At some point, I couldn't stand it anymore and had to stroke myself. I wanted to pull the covers off you and fulfill your dream right there and then while I pleasured myself. When you then said in the dream that you wanted to sleep with me, I came immediately. I actually expected you to keep stroking yourself until you came, but at some point, you took your hand off your cock without having ejaculated. From that moment on, I knew for sure that I wanted to sleep with you at all costs. I can't remember ever being turned on by anything as much as by watching you masturbate."

"Wow, the way you're describing it, I can just imagine how hot it must be. Apparently, I must have been in a really deep sleep, because I've never masturbated to the point of ejaculation in my sleep. I only ever do it when I'm fully conscious."

"I think I'd actually like to watch you do it sometime. It's actually one of my sexual fantasies that I haven't acted on yet."

"Sure, I'd love to. But I don't think I'll be able to get it up tonight. How about tomorrow morning?"

Laughing, Christine nudged me in the side. "I'll definitely get back to you about that!"

"Until yesterday, I really wanted to have my first time with Svenja. But if I was thinking about you in my dream and not Svenja, that must mean something, right? Maybe that's why it scares me a little that I now have the exact same feelings for you as I do for Svenja."

"That's so sweet of you to say. To be honest, I've also fallen a little bit in love with you, but I would never come between you and Svenja if she were to choose you. And I'm sure she will one day in the not-too-distant future. You should definitely know that I could never love any man in the world the way I love my own daughter."

"Really, you've fallen in love with me too?"

I couldn't believe what Christine had just told me and looked at her in complete surprise. Tenderly, she placed her hand on my cheek and stroked my face.

"Well, if I weren't sixteen years older than you, I'd fight for you like a lioness. You're not only a very tender lover with a stunning endurance, but truly the kind of man a woman could dream of. We both know, though, that our age difference wouldn't really work out in the long run, and besides, I really hope that you'll be with Svenja sooner or later. But I think we should really turn off the light and go to bed now, otherwise Svenja will try in vain to wake me up at 6:30. Would you mind if I slept in your bed tonight?"

"Why would I mind? On the contrary, I'd love it if you slept in my bed!"

"Great," Christine laughed, "then I can actually keep the promise I made to Dr. Pistorius."

"What promise?"

"Well, the promise that I took care of you 24/7!"

We both laughed at the idea, and I was incredibly excited to be spending the night in bed with Christine.

Very slowly, I withdrew my limp penis from Christine's vagina, climbed over her leg, and lay down beside her. Christine managed to grab her nightshirt just in time to pull it between her legs. One second later, and she would have made even more of a mess with our leaking love cocktail than we already had. With her shirt tucked in, she curled up close to me in the fetal position, and I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her tightly against me.

"Sleep well, Christine," I whispered in her ear and switched off the bedside lamp.

"Sleep well too, my love."

"Oh Christine, can I ask you something else?"

"Of course!"

"Please don't misunderstand, but are you using contraception?"

"Hmm, we really should have talked about this beforehand," Christine admitted, turning halfway towards me. "I'm sorry I left you in the dark about this. As the more experienced of the two of us, I should have thought of it, of course. But you don't need to worry, Patrick. There were complications when Anna and Lisa were born and since this day I can't get pregnant again."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"No, you don't need to be. I couldn't be happier than with my three little witches, and that's why I don't want any more children anyway."

"So you're not sad about it?"

"No, not at all."

"But shouldn't we have used a condom anyway?"

"Of course, I know we should have, but I can assure you that I pose absolutely no risk, and I don't think you do either, if you've never been with another woman before. And judging by what I know of you, I'm sure you haven't been with another man either."

"You've absolutely judged me correctly."

"Great, then sleep well, my love."

"You too, Christine. I love you," I whispered, considering for a moment whether I should call her "sweetheart" too, but then I didn't dare. With the comforting feeling that I wouldn't have to dream about fatherhood that night—something I certainly hadn't planned for at that point—I closed my eyes.

"That's sweet of you to tell me." I heard her say very faintly as I drifted off to sleep.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Wednesday:

"Svenja, what's that funny thing Pax has got between his legs?"

"That's a penis, Anna. All men have them," Svenja explained patiently to her little sister.

"And what do you need a penis for?" Lisa naturally wanted to know.

"You need it for peeing, for example, sweetheart."

"But why don't we have penises then?"

"Well, what can I say? Only boys and men have them. We have a pussy instead."

"And Mrs. Reinhardt's dog has a penis too."

"That's right," said Svenja, "he's a male too, isn't he?"

"But he's not a man, he's a dog!"

"A dog-man, that's all," Svenja explained, rolling her eyes because she knew perfectly well that the twins' endless stream of questions had only just begun.

"And why is Pax's penis so big?" asked Anna, stretching her arms almost to their full width. "Mrs. Reinhardt's dog's is so tiny!" she explained, demonstrating by showing a minuscule size with her thumb and forefinger.

"Maybe because he just had a nice dream?"

"Like about peeing?"

"Probably something nicer than peeing. Who knows? You can ask him this afternoon when you get back from kindergarten!"

"And why is Mommy lying in Pax's bed?"

"Because Mommy promised the doctor yesterday that she'd watch him around the clock."

"But why is Mommy sleeping so soundly if she has to watch Pax? You have to be awake to watch somebody!"

"Oh, you know, Lisa, babysitting can be quite tiring sometimes. Maybe Mom simply fell asleep from the exertion of watching him."

"And why are Mom and Pax naked then?"

"I think it's because Mom watched Pax so closely last night that she just got too warm. You don't sweat as much when you're naked while watching somebody."

"And why isn't Mommy naked when she's looking after us?"

"Maybe because she doesn't get as warm that way. When Mommy looks after you, her heart definitely gets warm. Pax is a big man, after all. Pax is a big man so there is more Mommy has to keeb an eye on. Maybe that's why she gets warm all over?"

"And did Pax get warm from being watched, or why is he naked too?"

"I think so. Sometimes men get really hot from being watched!"

Svenja was clearly struggling not to burst out laughing at the twins' many questions. She was having at least as much trouble not staring too obviously at Patrick's penis, the sight of which fascinated her no less than it did her little sisters, except that entirely different things came to mind, things she would never have admitted to the twins. She couldn't suppress a longing look, however, as she sat down next to her mother on the edge of the bed and gently shook her shoulder.

"Mom, wake up!" she spoke in her sweetest voice, but this didn't elicit the desired response from her mother. So she gently stroked her mother's cheek before tickling her under the nose, something she knew always worked.

Christine was instantly wide awake when she felt the tickle on her nose. Her face contorted in panic, she sat bolt upright in bed. "What? What..., Svenja? Oh my god, what time is it?"

"Stay cool, Mom, I've got everything under control. Anna and Lisa are washed, fed, dressed, and ready to go. I've packed their new crayons, and the twins car seats are already strapped into the Golf. You just need to let me take the Golf so I can drive the two little witches to kindergarten and then on to university. You two can stay in bed this morning, but I'm not changing your sheets tonight," she laughed.

A sudden jolt that caused the bed to rock violently woke me up instantly. Anna had jumped into bed with us, which of course immediately prompted Lisa to do the same.

"Look, Lisa, how his penis wiggles!" Anna exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Let me see too!" Lisa cried excitedly.

"But I want to go first! I saw it first!"

Just as she was about to reach for my manhood with her curious little fingers, Svenja grabbed her from behind and threw her out of bed in a high arc, leaving only Lisa wobbling menacingly toward me. Svenja also made short work of Lisa, pulling her away from me amid loud protests from the little witch. Only now did I notice my morning wood, which had obviously aroused the curiosity of the twins. I quickly grabbed the bedspread and pulled it over me to cover myself.

"Good morning, Patrick. Did you sleep well?" Svenja asked me.

"Like a log. How about you?"

"So-so. It was a pretty noisy night, if you ask me."

Svenja smiled as she looked back and forth between me and Christine and winked at us both, without any sign of disapproval for what she must have seen and heard from us last night.

"Come here and give me a hug, Svenni!" Christine literally threw her arms around her daughter and held her tight. "If I didn't have you..."

"Come on, Mom, it's okay. I know I should have woken you up, but you two looked so cute lying there entwined that I just couldn't bring myself to disturb your togetherness."

"Oh, really! And it's definitely not because you really wanted to drive the Golf?" Christine pressed.

"Okay, you got me! But I'm driving really carefully. Or did I cause a string of accidents during my accompanied driving lessons?"

"It's okay, Svenni, of course I trust you. But please drive carefully, okay? The car actually has a much too powerful engine for a novice driver!"

"Oh, and I always thought the advantage of the GTI was its much better brakes?"

"Well, now you've beaten me with my own arguments again. So take the Golf. And you two squeaky ducks, come here to your mommy and let me give you another hug."

Anna and Lisa literally threw themselves into Christine's arms and snuggled up to her. "And you promise me that you won't distract your big sister while she's driving, you hear? I don't want to hear that you've been up to any nonsense in the back seat!"

"No, we won't!" promised Lisa.

"We never do!" added Anna, whereupon Svenja rolled her eyes and laughed. You simply had to love these twins!

"I'll definitely text you when I get to the university, okay, Mom?"

"You don't need to do that, sweetheart. I love you and I trust you."

"I love you too, Mom," said Svenja, blowing Christine a kiss goodbye before giving me a knowing wink. I think I fell even more in love with Svenja at that moment!

After Svenja and the twins had closed the door behind them, a peaceful silence suddenly prevailed. Only the birds chirped in the garden, cheerfully greeting the day. Far away, the steady hum of a lawnmower could be heard, but it was so quiet that it wasn't disturbing. Christine snuggled up close to me again, her back pressed against mine, trapping my morning wood between her thighs.

"What do you think about cuddling for another hour?" Christine asked me. "When we wake up again, I'll whip up a nice breakfast for both of us, and then maybe we can go for a swim in the pool to wake up and get fit again. We just have to be careful not to get your head bandage wet. Also, I'd like to come back to your offer from last night, if I may."

"What offer?"

"Well, that I can watch you masturbate. If you want, you can watch me too."

"That sounds like a pretty good plan, but I think I need to pee first before I go to bed."

"Well then, go ahead and I'll wait here for you and keep the bed warm!"

Christine pulled me close again to kiss me on the forehead before curling up in the fetal position again and turning her back to me. The sight of her naked body, caressed by the morning sun, warmed my heart. My God, this woman was so damn beautiful!

As I sat on the toilet, I had a real problem. Christine's desire to watch me masturbate while she did it herself led to an erection that nipped any attempt to empty my bladder in the bud. Luckily, there was a sink in the bathroom, so I just let my cock hang over the edge of the basin and scooped warm water over my glans with my hand until I finally felt the relieving stream mixing with the warm tap water and literally pissing down the drain. I felt not only a sense of relief as my overflowing bladder emptied, but also a feeling of happiness I had never experienced before. Like in fast motion, the events of the previous night replayed in my mind's eye. Only now did I realize that I had slept with a woman for the first time in my life and that it was much more beautiful than I could ever have dreamed. The feeling of finally having accomplished this event, which was so important to me, triggered something in me, without me being able to say exactly what it was. My happiness was intensified by the knowledge that Svenja not only approved of my relationship with Christine, but obviously even welcomed it. I still put off answering the question of how this relationship would develop in the future and whether it might even turn into a love triangle between us. At that moment, however, I didn't want to think about it, because one of the two beautiful, lovable, and desirable women I loved was lying in bed next door. And she was naked and waiting for me!

To be continued!

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The characters in the story in the order of their appearance:

- Patrick Lehmann - Physiotherapy student

- Dr. Rebecca Morgana - Lecturer in Anatomy, chief physician

- Frauke Hinrichs - Lecturer in massage techniques

- Brenda Vollmer - Physiotherapy student

- Claudia Miller - Physiotherapy student

- Saskia Wagenbauer - Physiotherapy student

- Petra Wendeling - Physiotherapy student

- Susanne Morhardt - Physiotherapy student

- Svenja Petersen - Physiotherapy student

- Maren Radeberger - Physiotherapy student

- Katja Striebenow . Physiotherapy student

- Daniela Meininger - Physiotherapy student

- Nora Weinheimer - Physiotherapy student

- Frederike Denneborg - Physiotherapy student

- Hedwig Gerber - Headmistress of the physiotherapy school

- Nadine Gutermuth - Physiotherapy student

- Leonie Enderle - Physiotherapy student

- Melanie Steinfurth - Physiotherapy student

- Barbara "Babsi" Hiebinger - Physiotherapy student

- Gabi Henkel - Physiotherapy student

- Petra Kelly - Lecturer in "PT Internal"

- Tabea Lauenberger - Physiotherapy student

- Inka Reinheimer - Physiotherapy student

- Angelika Lenz - Physiotherapy student

- Alexander Henninger, Svenja's boyfriend

- Dr. Rita Pistorius, doctor on duty in the surgical outpatient clinic

- Christine Petersen, Svenja's Mother

- Anna and Lisa Petersen, Svenjas four year old twin sisters

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