Discoveries of a Young Man - part 09 (Patreon)

It's been a long time coming. Hope you enjoy.

*

Mel, Hope, Maia and I had all agreed that we needed a new home. We had two alright incomes, and the small business me and Hope had started; Hope’s Branded Cars. While it made a comfortable enough living where we didn’t have any immediate worries, it still wasn’t really enough for something new. Our lifestyle weren’t glamorous and none of it had to be, and wherever our new home would end up being didn’t need it either. We had a decent income, but we didn’t have any immediate cash, which meant that our loan would be humongous or not approved.

Also, we kind of wanted to not settle for scraps, we wanted something new, and in a better neighborhood. If we were moving, we wanted a decent upgrade. Maybe even build something. We had first joked about the idea, but as time progressed the idea took root. Maybe something up in the foothills south of Courtington, there were a lot of lots out there. The problem was, again, that required money.

So this is where one might think I could go professional as a boxer. I had proposed the idea even. There were two issues. Mel didn’t like the thought of our financial dependency being tied with me being punched in the head and likely injured. The other; my hand got fucked when I beat up David. It would take some months before I could even hit pads.

For Christmas and New Years I went back to my family, to Jenna’s place in Seattle. I got the obligatory interrogation from both my sisters and some from my dad. I hadn’t talked too much with them over the phone, as my new family took a lot of my time, especially with the things that had happened. I loved and adored being with Mel, Hope and Maia. I missed them dearly when going to Seattle for the Holidays. But Mel was determined I should spend time with my ‘real’ family. Maybe I one day should make Mel my ‘real’ family too.

New Years came and went. Time went and we saved what and where we could. While David was in jail with a ridiculously high bail awaiting trial where he’d no doubt get time, we still saw shadows in our small home. None of us had even used the bathroom downstairs ever since, and Mel told me she kept seeing David beaten up on the carpet. Not the most pleasant memories to have in a home you don’t even want to live in anymore.

*

Of course, even as we couldn’t afford to get anything, we did the mandatory property hunting. It was like a way of seeing what our dreams could be. See where our family could settle and live. We looked at some houses in other neighborhoods. The more we saw the more we wanted to move and it became a need. We saw all the variations of homes we could envision ourselves living in. Maybe this, in addition to the trauma of our old home, made the yearn to move even stronger. Not to say, we saw some real shitholes too.

We even started looking at lots. With every home we found that was appealing, we also saw how we could’ve done it differently, thus leading us down the road of developing our own home. Make it how we wanted it. The idea had settled for real, and if we by some miracle could afford it, we definitely wanted to build our new home.

“It’ll be quite expensive though,” Trent said. His dad was a contractor so we occasionally had Trent and his dad Daryl with us looking at properties. Daryl was much like Trent, just burlier and with a thick beard. Apparently our neighbor Pete worked for him as well.

“Everything is,” Mel chuckled resigned.

“Sure is,” Daryl chuckled back.

We stood at a bigger property, around thirty acres or so located in the foothills in the southern part of Courtington. It was a bit outside the town itself up on a small plateau. There were a few houses here, but it was still a developing neighborhood. The closest neighbor was a giant mansion though, with a big gate, tennis court and pool, so who knew. Not that we needed such luxuries.

“Though, it would be cool to be in such a neighborhood. And maybe we could get an outdoor hot tub? Or a whole pool? The guys up the street has one,” Mel suggested, as we walked around. We had left Trent and his dad as they walked where the house would be, doing their measurements or whatever carpenters do.

“Maybe we don’t need a mansion, but up here we should have a pool at least. Maybe a sauna! We could drink vodka, bathe in the snow and warm in the saune, just like the Finns” Mel dreamed, laughing a bit as she joked around. I looked at her like I always did. Trying to imagine her magnificent teardrops breasts shining with either sweat from the sauna or water from a hot tub.

“I knew you’d like that,” Mel said, looking over at me staring.

“There’s a pond down there,” I said, pointing down the small slope towards a natural pond, with some small rivers running down to the nearby creek. “Looks like it is on the property too!”

“That means it may be really expensive,” Mel chuckled, slightly defeated.

“It’s not expensive to dream,” I retorted. Mel gave me a loving smile at that.

*

“One-two,” I groaned, as I felt Hope’s punches even through the pads. My hand was almost healed up, but still it ached if I overdid it.

“You okay?” she asked. I winced. My hand was still a bitch sometimes.

“Yeah, it’s just that overwhelming power,” I teased, shaking the aching away. Hope smirked.

“You don’t mind my overwhelming power when I squeeze your head with my thighs,” Hope shot back.

“Heh heh,” I slowly laughed, thinking how Hope had developed a nice little habit of sitting on my face. And she had also developed her thighs pretty significantly with the hours she spent with me in the gym. She still wasn’t the ferocious cougar Mel was, but she still liked us playing around.

One week into getting back to the gym, I was cracking pads with Hope. She had real athletic ability, picking these things up easily. Even easier than me, I would say. Given time I wouldn’t bet against her having a bigger talent than me even! Not that I was a world champ or anything, but Hope just cracked the pads with such viscousness, feet moving perfectly with her motions. I had felt her punches before, and her grappling, so I knew first-hand. And I kinda liked it, not gonna lie.

I wasn’t getting ready for fights yet, this was just the fitness I liked. I would wait out my degree, go full time accountant and take it from there, which meant less time for fighting, even in the amateurs. Boxing had given me so much, I was not about to get bored with it, so it was sad to leave it behind as a fighter. Life is life, it is what it is sometimes. I had to come to grips with the possibility. I had a decent record, so I was satisfied with retiring.

That was when a certain visitor came walking into our gym. We were, as said, hitting pads when Freya approached us.

“Bran, there is someone here for you. In my office. Frank, come on,” Freya said. There was a hint of warning in her voice, I guess.

Freya seemed a bit annoyed, or anxious. It was hard to tell. Like she was in full protective mode as she led me and Frank to her office.

Sitting there in the chair with two suited men behind him was none other than Carlos Fernando.

We had had a war a few months ago in the amateurs, and since he had gone pro and was a prospect for some international titles in the light heavyweight division, probably world titles too. I hadn’t seen many of his fights, but being in a martial arts gym we got the news.

“Long time no see,” I said, shaking his hand.

I wasn’t sure where this was going or what he was here for. I had been on okay terms with him before, but only briefly talked to him really. Now he pulled me into a hug like a long lost brother. I guess I was a bit flattered, being greeted in such away infront of everyone by one of the nation’s biggest up and coming boxing prospects.

“Bran! Good to see you! How are you? Your hand doing alright?” he asked. He seemed genuine enough, at least.

“Yeah?” I answered, looking at my hand and flexing it a bit. Stiff, but it was getting there, I guess. “Could be better. You should see the other guy.”

“Heh, I bet. I heard all about it. Shit is crazy. Anyway, let me introduce you to some folks. This is James and this is Lewis, they are some kinda… I don’t know what these fucks do, but they’r like sports marketers from Colorado who’re kinda helping me build my brand as I am building up to become champ,” Carlos explained, making me immediately question where this was going.

“You flatter us, Carlos! Sit down, kid, I have a proposal for ya that I think you’ll like,” the graying gentleman called James cheerfully, pointing to the chair that was often designated to Freya.

I looked at her. She didn’t object, but I could tell she was not happy about her place being occupied by her former newbie. I sat and looked at them quizzically. From Carlos Fernando, to the guys behind him, to Frank, to Freya(who was digging holes into the back of the older guy’s head.)

“How would you like to earn one to two hundred thousand dollars in the matter of seven months?” he asked. He had almost a Brooklyn accent the way he talked, but a lot of New Yorkers were in the mix of boxing things.

“Hey now, don’t put it like that,” Carlos chuckled, turning to the older man as if it was a father figure.

“Okay, let me just give you the cliff notes. There’s not nuttin’ small in this, quite the contrary. Carlos Fernando is undefeated and on his way to big things, alright? But he has one fight that has some people - namely bookers and that ilk - has some people saying there are people out there that would beat him. And that is you, boy,” James said, moving behind Carlos to clutch his shoulder fatherly. Carlos just sat nodding, probably not even paying attention.

“I know we’re covering a lot of ground here, but basically, Carlos has only been dropped four times in his career. Against you. So to get him over this little hurtle of people thinking he is beatable, we’d thought we have you boys fight. Here’s the kicker though. I know for all parties involved that we shouldn’t let an amateur fighter go against a high profile pro in his debut. Carlos is set to be a world champ, for Christ sake!”

James moved to the only window in the room, leaned against a nearby desk shaking his head before continuing.

“No no. Quite the contrary. I think we can make a bigger deal of this potential fight. So we’re giving you a few warm-ups, say four or five. Build your name up a bit. Get you used to ten ounces and doing more rounds. Then with a decent record and experience you fight Carlos here. And to sweeten the deal, we’ll make your warm-ups lucrative with an increase of pay per fight, then you and Carlos make a couple hundred grand each in yousses fight. How that sound, eh? We’ll take care of the booking and that, all you gotta do is train, beat some schmucks up and then go all out in a war with Carlos. Maybe some promo here in Indiana, but I think what we have in mind lays natural for  you, given the soup kitchen you volunteer at and what now. What you think? All of this will be in paper too, but let me know what you think!”

James stopped talking, but I remained silent. I had sort of come to grips with not fighting all that much anymore, so this proposition was not only a bit overwhelming, it was also quite surprising. Mel wasn’t too keen on me fighting in the pros, so that kinda put a stop on it. But then again… it sounded like several hundred thousand were on the table. Could I even refuse? It was the perfect opportunity to give Mel and our family the home we wanted. And what if I won against Carlos? I had mostly the upperhand in terms of initiative before… that could lead to even bigger fights and more money. We could certainly put a decent roof over our heads then? Maybe we could get that lot after all?

“I’m sure you got to think about it, no problem. Talk with your team, your family or whoever you got to. Then give Lewis here a call by tomorrow, right? I think this is a great opportunity for both of you, either which way the inevitable fight goes!” James said.

Carlos stood up and shook my hand, quickly after the three of them departed. Freya then shooed me out of her chair and plumped down, looking at me as I took a seat opposite to her. She folded her hands in her lap, leaned back and shot her fierce, impatient eyes in me.

“Well?” she asked.

“Well what?” I asked back.

“What do you think?” Freya asked even more impatiently.

“What do you think?” I asked back.

“For one, this is your choice. But I know I am your coach, so I will give you my two cents alright. I think you’re being set up to lose. They just hide it with money. I know you guys need it, so I won’t say no, and I will do my best, but Carlos is on another level,” Freya said candidly. I knew Freya was opposed from the moment I saw her expression before we had even entered the office.

“You said I would beat him in the pros,” I countered.

“But that was when both of you were inexperienced. He has loads of fights by now,” Freya shot back.

“I do too. I have lost count how many fights I have,” I said.

Why was I arguing this? Did I want to fight Carlos? Or was it the money? I guess, in some way there was another desire. There was this underlying desire to prove myself. I had always been a fourth placer most of my life and the definition of mediocrity, this was my chance. Not to win, which I desired too, but mostly to step up and really push my family in the direction we all had been dreaming of. Of course, winning against Carlos, as far fetched it was, would unlock doors beyond the wildest imagination I had of my own potential. I had never tried or experienced how it was to excel in anything. And I knew with myself that I didn’t need to be great, but I didn’t want to slink away either. I didn’t want to great, but I wanted to be in the conversations as someone who was good. Giving Carlos a good fight would do that.

“The pros are different,” Freya said, and stood. No more discussion. That wasn’t Freya’s style. “If you want to do it, I will support it. But I don’t like these suits coming down here with a supposed future world champ and offering a newbie big fight. Who they think they are? Who d do they even think you are.”

“Jesus, sound like you’re concerned for the boy,” Frank chuckled. Freya’s eyes shot wide and quickly started shooing us out. “What? What did I say?” Frank was chuckling still as we were shoved out the door.

“Six rounds of heavy bag, Bran!” Freya yelled as she kicked the door behind her.

“So you’re gonna go pro then?” Hope asked later as we sat in the back seat of my car. We had driven to a discreet location for obvious reasons and after a bit of post-workout sex we did our pillow talking. I had tried to bring her up to speed, but there was a lot to cover.

“I don’t know. Your mom doesn’t like it,” I explained, stroking Hope's sweaty hair aside. “And Freya doesn’t like it either, apparently.”

“That’s because she, pardon, they want your pretty face intact,” Hope said, looking up at me, booping my nose with a small smile.

“Pff,” I snorted.

“You’re blind, Bran. Anyway, we better get home. I know mom won’t like it, but I think it is worth considering. If nothing else, I’m dying to get out of that fucking house,” Hope said, sighing at the prospect of going home to that said house.

I sighed as well. Both for the same reason, but also because that was the thing. Mel was concerned for my health, Freya was too, but we all knew we couldn’t stay at that house any longer. We had to move.

*

“Absolutely not,” Mel said. “I don’t mind you fighting, but I don’t want you to do it as a prize fighter. I don’t want us to be dependent on you getting hurt. And the whole thing sounds like they want to set you up to make this other schmuck good. I think it’s the wrong motivation. Is this how the boxing world works? They serve canon fodder to the prospects? And what about the guys you’ll warm up against, huh? Will they just keel over so you can fight Carlos or will they serve them the same BS?”

Mel was as ferocious about my well being as with other thins regarding me. I loved every word of she said, as she spoked from a place of love. To say Mel was not thrilled about the prospect of me taking loads of money to fight was an understatement. She had made her points clear before, now she reiterated them.

She wasn’t angry, nor was she disappointed. I thought she would be, but instead she was trying to make me understand why I should not take the deal. I’m not sure, but I think I was getting lectured. Other than that, I also noted, like with Freya, it seemed like my loss to Carlos was a given. Normally, maybe one would take insult, but I did lose to him before. Plus, I knew it came from the concern of my wellbeing. So rather than pouting, I took the lecture and worries of Mel in stride.

“I always kinda wanted to go pro anyway, so why not get paid while doing it?” I asked, trying to sound sincere. We sat opposite of each other, me in my recliner and her on the couch in her usual spot.

I guess the more I thought about the little setup presented to me by James, the more I wanted it. God damn salesmen knew how to vow their weave.

“No, you were considering retiring,” Mel countered, folding her arms plumping down on the couch.

“But this is a chance to get money for that home we wanted, maybe even build something,” I said, trying to make it sound reasonable. “It’s a chance for me to help making that happen.”

“Bran. You don’t have to fight to prove yourself to me. I will love you no matter what you do. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Mel said.

“But… I mean…” I started, a bit startled by how Mel was just so pure in her perspectives. “I love you too, which is why I want to do this. I never would’ve taken up boxing and I would never be in the position without you. I want to provide, but I also think I want to prove to myself I am not a quitter,” I said.

“But you’re not a quitter. You’ve proved yourself any bit of the man I desire. It’s just such a big risk,” Mel argued.

“It was just a big opportunity to get where we want to be, is all,” I said, sort of resigning myself to Mel’s veto right. I had pleaded my case and lost, it was fine. I wouldn’t go against her wishes.

She looked at me in the recliner for a bit before she turned to look around the room. I for mine took the moment to soak in her beauty. It never ceased to amaze me how much I adored her, and how much there was of Mel to adore. From her sympathy to her looks. She was the reason I even considered taking the offer. I would happily take a beating if it meant I could give this magnificent woman the life she deserved. Hell, Mel was the reason I boxed in the first place. The things I would do for this heavenly woman. Even as she was lecturing me I wanted to just dive into her cleavage and take in her essence, have her climb on top of me and choke me while she rode my face.

Mel rested her head in her palm in deep thought as she fought the urge to look back where Hope had locked herself and Maia inside the downstairs bathroom. Where David had taken the violence to her daughters. I saw how she saw the opportunity to get away from this neighborhood, more specifically this house. We could live here and get by, but we wanted a life with smiles and these memories were not what we needed.

“How much money were they offering anyway?” Mel asked after a while, in a quiet voice. She was looking at the floor as she spoke. I heard the resignation in her voice. She knew as well as I did what this could mean for us.

“I think he wanted me to earn a few hundred thousands in the main fight, and then a few during the warmups,” I quickly answered, sensing a small turn around.

“That much?” Mel said, moving her eyes to mine. I had to focus on the conversation and not her lips moving as she spoke, and how she looked at me with such care.

“Listen, I won’t do it if you don’t want me to. It’s that easy. Mel, say no and I will never do it. But we can’t ignore the opportunity,” I started. Mel looked at me still, but when she didn’t say anything I continued, “And maybe it’s just these five fights. I don’t know, I have a pretty good record so far, and I trust Freya to train me well if we go this route.”

“Oh I know she would love to train you hard,” Mel said with a small smirk, finally lightening the mood a bit. “Okay, I can feel myself conceding… How about we make a counter offer? Is that something we can do?”

“I haven’t really thought about it, but I guess so,” I said, scratching my head. I didn’t really wanna rustle any feathers.

“Make it five and I’ll let you consider it,” Mel said.

I stood up and knelt before her as she sat there in an almost resigned defeat. I took her hands in mine and kissed them both. “I’ll be fine, Mel. Freya knows what she’s doing, and I kinda do too,” I explained. Mel nodded, looking at me with concern and compassion.

She knew the danger, but she also knew my desire to step up for her and our family. It was an undying, never qualmed fire within me that Mel had awoken, and there was nothing that could change it. It was perhaps why I was so hung up on taking the deal. I could provide us with the cash that could take us right out of this hellhole.

“Do you remember the last time you tried to quit boxing, instead went and knocked that guy out in your first amateur fight?” Mel asked, laughing at how history was repeating itself.

“Well, I also said I wouldn’t mind dating a boxer,” she said, looking at me before cradling my jaw in her long, slender fingers that hid so much strength.

*

“See, I told you she’d come around,” Hope said. She was driving my SUV. I always found it hot when a small girl drove a big car. Hope’s torn stockings and checkered skirt certainly helped.

We were on our way to talk with James the very next day. We let Hope drive. She was a bit clumsy, but what kind of mechanic would she be without a licence?

“Don’t talk like I’m not here,” Mel said from the back.

Maia was away, as she was most of the time. She had been absent a lot before by default, but ever since David broke in, she was almost never at home anymore. I couldn’t blame her. So it was the three of us off to sign the documents. We’d just meet at the gym for simplicity. We soon after pulled in and were met with Freya, who would be present as well. James had agreed to the collected sum of five hundred thousand dollars. Fifty as a signing bonus, then the two hundred spread over five fights and the rest as a purse against Carlos. If our math wasn’t too far off, I hoped that would land us that property up in the hills by the first few fights, then later start the construction of our dream home.

“Also, with each fight, try to get your name out there,” James had said, giving a few notes on how I could become a commodity to the boxing world. I had barely paid attention, as none of that really interested me. Sure, I wanted to do a good job, but the glory wasn’t for me.

“You’ll need daily massages and recovery treatment, and I’d ask the college if they have anyone who can help you with strength and conditioning. Unless Frank or Freya knows someone,” Mel said, reading on her phone. As my mature milf girlfriend, she had taken it upon herself to do all the research to make sure her boyfriend was in top condition.

“Don’t worry mom, we’ll be fine,” Hope chuckled, as Mel scrolled on.

“I’ll stop worrying when this ordeal is over,” Mel said, but she did put her phone away.

But that was perhaps more due to us pulling into the gym. Outside stood a black Lexus. It looked pretty impressive, especially as we pulled up in our old cherokee. I didn’t really feel like upgrading though. I had too many fond memories with it. Both on the hood and inside of it.

“Hold up, Hannah, the guys are here now,” the guy named Lewis said as he wandered the parking lot while talking on his phone.

“Sorry about that,” he said, shaking my hand as we exited the car. “James and Carlos had some urgent business they needed to attend to, so it’s just me. I have the papers here in my suitcase, all demands met, costs for trainers and such accounted for and will be separate from your purse.”

The whole signing process was less ceremonious than I had expected. I’m not even sure what I had expected. There were several things and stuff to sign. Mel, Freya and Hope looked over each page for me. The only one kinda who was sort of relaxed was me. I felt almost numb to it all here I sat, as if it hadn’t dawned on me just yet what we were planning to do. It was after all me who had to step in the ring.

“Alright. That was it. First fight is in mid-February, so… see you guys then,” Lewis said. He shook our hands and departed.

“So do we celebrate or something? Mourn?” I chuckled, looking at the grim faces of Freya and Mel.

“I suggest Mel and Hope do the celebrating, but you and I have work to do,” Freya said. “If you thought this is a holiday, newbie, then you’re fucked. We’re jogging five miles and then heading right into sparring to clean up all your fuck ups the next five weeks.”

*

Five weeks of training, what is there to say? I got my ass kicked both in terms of the sparring and the brutal workouts, but I knew there was progression within there somewhere. Pain and suffering. Highs and lows. But mostly highs. First of all, pain was something I could tolerate. The lows came mostly when I had one of my bad days. But Frank, as a former active fighter, told me out of three good days you would have a real bad one, and it was part of the process. It was really helpful to have a big brother figure like him around.

I also experienced support from all directions when the news spread. I had a good circulation of jogging partners, dragging me along for my daily six miles. Mostly it was Freya, but often we were joined by Hope, Frank and Trent. One or two times even Benny joined in. Trent was nowhere near on our cardio level, but he made up for lack of pace with great attitude and antics. As it was February in Indiana, Trent insisted we’d jog shirtless to show the ladies how it's done. I obliged, but only when he was around. Both Freya and Hope shot us weird looks. Freya especially trailed down to my pursed lips tattoos, raising a suspicious eyebrow. One red, one black on my chest, and two blue ones just below on my ribs.

“No one six in the morning has swagger like us, swagger like us,” Trent sang as we jogged.

“I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring,” Hope sang from yet another song. I looked over my shoulder and saw her winking at me, only to see her mouth “Oh baby, I wanna get wit’cha,” then bite her full bottom lip. Naughty girl.

In addition to my jogging and boxing, Mel hooked me up with a guy called Andre who would help me with my strength and conditioning, as well as nutrition. Mostly he told me about my running programs, stretches and helped me maintain my weight and strength in a helpful way. Andre also introduced something I only knew a fraction of. Hot cold treatment. It was supposed to help with recovery but it was hell on earth the first few times. You’re supposed to heat up real fast, like a hot shower or a sauna, then dive in an ice bath or something really cold.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy,” Hope taunted me, standing right behind me with a towel in her hands.

We had dragged a decent sized tub out back for my ice bath, straight after a steamy shower. While it turned out I had the best support team I could imagine, none of them seemed too eager to join me in this part of the torture. Which was understandable, not really thrilled about it either.

“I’ll make you nice and warm inside,” Hope purred in my ear. “Or I’ll try to warm as much of you as possible.”

I couldn’t get into the water faster. I almost slid on my heel and Hope had to catch me by my shoulders for me not to completely fall over. Some of the loss of balance could certainly be blamed on the vast amount of soreness in my quads, calves and everything else really, but hey, the promise of something good was definitely the carrot for a young warm blooded male. Or cold blooded for now, as it felt like the water was cutting into me like knives. It didn’t help that it was still winter here in Indiana.

“There you go. Three minutes, then your fourth and final portion of broccoli, rice and chicken waiting for you inside,” Hope said. “And for dessert, at least for me, I’m getting a nice cone and hopefully with glazing.”

“Jesus, Hope, y-you’re k-killing me here,” I chuckled as I shivered.

“I’m trying to keep you motivated,” Hope smirked deviously. “Here, take the towel, I’ll help you up so you won’t bang your head on the way in.”

Hope was right to help me. My cold ass could barely stand from the violent shivers. You gotta do what you gotta do. I just kept my focus on the price as I was guided in.

“Jesus, you’re cold,” Hope said, a bit surprised at my lack of control of my legs.

“I-ugh- I-I just n-nee-need to get u-used to i-it,” I managed to get out through the violent shivers.

“I’ll just plop you in your recliner then, we need to get you some blankets,” Hope said, seeing how cold I had become.

“B-but,” I started, as I saw the possible blowjob slipping away. Hope wasn’t one to do such things in the openness of the living room. The most public she’d ever do anything was in a secluded parking lot in the back of my cherokee, and never anything too explicit.

“No buts, sit down mister,” Hope said, as she almost had to shove me into my chair. “Maybe we can make an exception tonight.”

“But your mother,” I started. Hope looked shyly at the floor as she got down on her knees before me, clearly determined to fulfill her promise.

“Just cum quick, then,” Hope said, meeting my eyes for a split second. She seemed sure of what she wanted, but still hesitated a bit.

She looked past my shoulder to the kitchen where Mel was, and looked slightly unsure how this would play out. We hadn’t really done anything in front of each other, neither me and Mel infront of Hope and the other way around.

I heard Mel fetch plates in the cabinet, and looked to Hope to see what the plan was. Hope seemed a bit unsure too. None of us knew how either of us would react to something like this. Hope just sat on her knees in front of me with her hands on my knees, me shivering under a warming blanket, both of us waiting for what was next. It was weird how sexual me and Mel were, even including some naughty police girls a few months ago, but now me and Hope were fish out of water. Sure, it was of course because they were mother and daughter and I was dating them both. There were some undiscovered territories in our trio relationship for sure. And blowjobs weren’t really something Hope was too used to doing just yet.

Fortunately, we had the guiding hand of Mel. She had found and loaded the plates, and had taken two steps towards the living before we heard a stern “ahem. What is going on here?”

Hope started to rise, but Mel spoke as she stepped around the couch and placed a few plates of food on the table. “Don’t get up on my behalf. I won’t stop you getting some dessert before dinner,” she chuckled. “They made the same joke,” I mused.

“Eh. Really?” Hope said, sounding like the slightly awkward teenage daughter again.

“Why not?” Mel said. “Come on now, before I’m doing it for you.”

Were I being fought over? If it could even be called a fight.

“Maybe we can wait until later,” Hope mumbled.

“Nonsense. Don’t be shy now. I wanted us to remain normal, remember? I don’t want us to be all weird about it. It is a good thing that we can share something so beautiful,” Mel said. Share something so beautiful… Was she talking about me in such glowing terms? I felt myself warm up further than the help of the blanket.

“Yes, but this isn’t exactly normal,” Hope retorted.

“Meh, giving Bran a little something in the living room sounds normal to me,” Mel said, sitting on the couch to my right. She would have a pretty good side angle if Hope decided to do something. “That’s what little dutiful girls do for their boyfriends,” she added, giving a wicked smile to Hope, which had Hope blushing as she turned back to me.

Hope looked up at me, but I chose the silent approach hoping for anything at all. Yet I didn’t want to ruin anything either. I wanted this to be as normal as Mel wanted it to be. Our normal, I should say.

“Want me to suck you off while mom watches?” Hope asked. I felt my already hard cock throb just her saying it. I didn’t know how much I wanted it to happen before she put it like that.

I nodded, giving a glance at Mel. She was just staring at my blanket covered crotch, waiting for the show. Hope slowly started to rub at my thighs, inching up more and more. I tried to be as patient as possible, seeing where this led. I had hopes of where it might go one day, but that was so distant I didn’t even hope for both of them at the same time.

“Sorry, it’s just too awkward,” Hope said, looking up at me and then at Mel. “I don’t know how to… you know do it… with you here.”

“That’s okay, sweetie,” Mel said warmly. My heart dropped… but I of course would play it cool. Everything in due time… if ever…

But then Mel slid off the couch and joined Hope on the floor in front of me, rendering me speechless. Now I was looking down at both Mel, looking up with blue-gray eyes and freckles, and Hope, who had a deeper shade of blue, but the same freckles. My cougar girlfriend and my hot little goth girlfriend, both on their knees in front of me. I don’t know how I could get any harder.

“See? We need to help this poor boy out,” Mel said, rubbing her strong, yet soft fingers along the fabric that formed my bulge, moving the blanket aside. As I sat in nothing but boxers it was quite revealing by now. My erection could barely be contained.

Hope joined her gaze at my erection. “Looks like it. Wow, it really turns you on that much?” Hope asked.

“Of course it does,” Mel said determinately, grabbing the waistband of my boxers and jerking them down, me instinctively raising up to allow it to slide down to my ankles.

Once my erection was free, the mood seemed to shift. Hope no longer seemed to focus on the awkwardness of having her mother right next to her while looking up at their mutual boyfriend's cock, instead she was refocused on me. Still, she hesitated.

“Come on, darling,” Mel said, her fingers reaching the base, tenderly cradling my shaft at the root, slightly bending my erection towards them. “You better get to work, daughter. Show me how you handle Bran’s big meat, baby girl.”

I couldn’t help but love how Mel was guiding us through this, especially with how she talked during it. It was truly mind boggling that she would actually help orchestrate something like this, even when she had previously talked about how she didn’t like doing stuff with girls.

After another short moment of hesitation, Hope reached her furthest hand, her right up to take over my cock in her grip. Mel in return withdrew her hand and sat back on her heels as she looked at Hope, who sat herself more upright for better leverage. It probably happened way faster, as it all felt like it was in slow motion. From Mel more or less pointing my cock at her daughter to Hope angling herself to engulf my cock in her mouth.

It was happening before I realized it. Hope sunk down and before I knew it, the tip and head of my cock disappeared into Hope’s warm mouth. She closed her lips and pressed her tongue into the back of my cock.

“There you go,” Mel muttered. She sounded in a mix of awe and fascination. It was probably the first time she saw her daughter as a woman that could do naughty things, and not just be her own little goth self. And it was probably an odd sight to see her love receive a blowjob from someone else, even, or especially, from her own daughter.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned. Mel shot me a dirty grin, knowing full well how much I appreciated a good blowjob. “I’m feeling warmer already.”

Hope didn’t get off to reply, as if she wanted to stay the course while she had the courage. So instead, she started gliding her lips up and down the inches she was able to get in her mouth. Because she had a small mouth and an even tighter throat, she was yet only able to take me halfway. She soon found a steady rhythm and started bobbing, eyes closed and focused on the task at hand. Before long, she was gagging and choking with each bob, saliva trailing down my shaft, sending me into heaven as my head bumped at her throat over and over.

“I can’t get it all the way,” Hope muttered, taking my cock out of her mouth. I wasn’t sure if she was telling anyone, or no one.

“Here,” Mel said. With one long glide, she sunk my entire cock into her mouth and down her throat. She only choked a little bit. Then, after two short bobs, she ascended off me.

“Wow, you do it so easily,” Hope mused earnestly.

“Lots of practice,” Mel laughed.

Meanwhile, I was focused not only on them double teaming me like in my wildest dreams, and chit chatting about it, but also how Mel had just sucked me down with my dick covered in Hope’s spit and slop. It made me throb, and throb wanting them to both lick all over my cock. Maybe they’re tongues bump into each other… maybe leading to them kissing. Fuck, I had to calm down before I shot my load to quick.

But as Mel let Hope have her turn, she didn’t really move away. Her face still hovered close to. And to my huge enjoyment, as Hope took a break from bobbing to lick the side of my shaft, Mel joined her tongue to the mix too. Each of them licking up and down each side, each focusing on their tasks. It was starting to become too much, especially with Mel cradling my balls as they worked me. Then, as if in another reel of slow motions, I saw Mel’s tongue glide up towards the tip, and soon after Hope did too. I don’t know if it even happened for a full second, but I saw their tongues lightly brush against each other as they both came up. I wanted to burn it to my retina forever. It was the closest they’d ever come, but it was plenty enough. I clenched my fist, clenched my eyes and gritted my teeth as I came even harder. I couldn’t stop myself as my cock exploded like a geyser. The girls never stopped lapping all over as my cum trickled down the sides. Neither shy of taking big loads into their mouths and swallowing it down the hatch.

“Woah, you’re really into this, then?” Hope mused, looking at how violent my orgasm was becoming, and how long it lasted.

“Guh ffffugh,” I groaned, unable to speak.

“It was kinda hot, not gonna lie,” Hope said.

Mel had been busy licking the base, but came up to see for herself. A small smile crease across her pretty face as she saw how into it I was, and how good they had both made me cum.

“Naughty boy,” she said, playfully slapping my erection. “See? It doesn’t have to be awkward at all.”

“Eeeassy now,” I said, as Hope licked from bottom to the top, flicking the tip with the underside of her tongue. “That was f-fucking intense.”

“I can tell,” Hope said with a smile. “It wasn’t too bad. Some nice, quality mother and daughter time,” Hope joked. Mel smirked, holding back her chuckling.

“I can’t lie and say I didn’t like it,” Mel said, “In fact, I found it kinda hot actually…”

That was certainly an admittance! Holy shit. Did that mean… “Does that m-mean… it can happ- oh jesus… careful, Hope. I can b-barely g-get myself together here.” Hope really didn’t let up one bit, and I was practically squirming, involuntarily pulling back into the chair as her tender licks soon engulfed my sensitive tip.

“Shush, Bran. You’ve made a mess, Hope. You need to clean up. And you young man, have been swinging around with your abs, pecs and your big cock, so you better take it like a champ. No matter how sensitive you are,” Mel instructed. “Maybe I’ll have to get some handcuffs now, so you can stop your squirming. Maybe if we put you on the flat on the couch with my thighs around your face you’ll keep still so my daughter can clean you up properly.”

What had awoken in these two naughty women? Jesus. I soon found myself in heaven. Had I died and joined St. Peter at his gate? No. I was on my sofa having my shaft tended to by Hope with Mel’s yogapanted legs wrapped around my neck as she straddled my chest. I would’ve eaten her out like crazy, but getting naked in front of each other for something like that was probably a step too far for them both. One thing was to get a double blowjob, but anything further than that would probably be a bit too far.

While I couldn’t see what Hope did, I sure as fuck felt it. She was now tenderlu sucking me with earnesty while I was pinned down. To make it even more one sided, Mel grabbed my wrist and pinned them above my head against the armrests with a knowing smile on her face. I groaned, feeling the soft lips of Hope wrap around my head quickly creating magnificent suction. Mel gave a small satisfied moan as she studied my reactions.

“You like getting forced on your back and taken advantage of?” Mel started. “Like it when I show Hope to handle the man in the house?”

“I’m in heaven,” I answered, feeling like my body was on fire.

“You look like it,” Mel mused, turning to a low whisper. “I like it too.”

Mel then turned to her dutiful daughter who stopped dealing out pleasure to my now slobbered shaft. “Mind if I steal him upstairs?”

“Hell yeah,” Hope said in a low voice. I could tell she was horny too seeing how Mel manhandled me. Mel sort of had taken control of the whole trio dynamic, and we just followed her pace much to our own delight, being horny young people ourselves.

Mel lifted off of me and the three of us stood up. Me buck naked and the two girls fully clothed in their daily attire. Mel in her black yoga pants and baggy t-shirt that hid her magnificent breasts. Hope in her skirt and tank top, as ever.

Not a full minute later I was inside of Mel, driving into her in our bed. Both of us went wild with horned pleasure. Banging Mel into her first orgasm I slowed down to soak it all in.

“Fuck, how did you like that?” Mel asked. “Two girls on their knees under your big cock?”

“You ask me? You seemed just as into it,” I countered.

“Ooh, right there, Bran. Keep going just like that. Slow and hard,” Mel moaned, before answering the question in my retort. “Hell yeah I liked it. I never thought I’d be so devious, but well… you drive it out of me… And seeing my little girl worshiping the man I love, the man we both love, was just oddly hot. We all have our vices”

“Hey, you won’t hear me complaining. I’m living the best life,” I said. Mel wrapped her arms around me then, pulling me closer so she could lick my neck and nibble on my ears.

“You better have more in store, Bran, after you’ve cum… Hope is waiting her turn,” she whispered in my ear. Fuck. Where was all this coming from?

“Damn, you’re gonna make me cum,” I groaned.

“Yeah? I’m not stopping you, you better show me how bad you want to fuck my daughter.” Mel’s voice tickled in my ear, and hearing her so sensually talk dirty to me really did it to me.

Mel had never teased me to such an extent about Hope and I’s sexual relationship, but her words drove me right over the edge as drove into her depths and shot my load as deep as I could. Mel moaned as she felt me cum, whispering sweet things in my ears to encourage me, driving me to pick up the pace and shoot even harder inside of her.

After the dust settled, I rolled onto my back, utterly sore and exhausted. I looked over at Mel, who was still on her back, breathing heavy as well, her naked forms shining in sweat.

“Did you… I know you know me and Hope have sex, but that teasing was next level,” I said, trying to gauge the waters.

“Oh it’s just a bit of fun. But it’s also pretty adventurous for me to be, I have to say,” Mel admitted. She rolled over to her side, her heavy breasts rolling softly with the motions.

“You stare… but I like it,” Mel said, as I was encapsulated by her female forms.

“So everything is okay? With everything? I know you want us to be normal about our thing here, but I gotta ask, you know,” I said, pulling it back.

“Everything is alright, Bran. We’re just exploring a bit. And now we found some new fun territory we can have some fun with,” Mel assured.

“Have fun with? Will something like that happen again?” I asked, hopefully.

“Oh, we’ll see,” Mel said, not giving anything away.

“I never thought you’d do anything involving girls… you know, how you and Hope was so close… and accidentally bumped into each other?”

“Oh you caught that didn’t you? I kinda wanted to see how you’d react. I got my answer,” Mel said, smiling at me. “It was kind in the moment too, though. I just wanted in on the fun and my daughter happened to be in the way.”

“It was wild,” I said. “So…” I trailed off, wanting to know more about the whole girl on girl action. I would never push it, but I couldn’t lie and say the prospect wasn’t interesting.

“I’m not sure about girls, to answer your unspoken question. I kinda don’t want anything with girls, but it’s just something else when it is with someone special. And I sort of have the thought that if I ever were to do anything with a chick, it had to be special. Those raunchy police officers were fine and all, but I wanted it to be more than that, you know. A kiss is a terrible thing to waste, as they say, especially when you know how much it matters to the ones you love,” Mel said.

I nodded, understanding. It wasn’t the exactly the same, but I often wish I had saved my virginity for someone special. Like Mel. So I understood what she was getting at.

“And that goes for both me and you. So who better than my own daughter? Maybe that sounds a bit messed up, but we both love you so so much and you love us. And we share you, so why not? We’re consenting adults. I know for a fact you’d like those sort of things with me and Hope rather than other girls. You fuck good no matter what, with your package, but you fuck best when you have some connection with them, you know?”

“I guess. I mean, it was fun with those officers, and they were very pretty, but I much prefer you and Hope. I love you guys, so it’s just different. When I’m with you guys I just want to eat you up and disappear into you,” I said, my eyes trailing Mel as if to accentuate my point.

“Exactly. And Hope is your girlfriend too, so why waste my girl on girl experimentation with other people, when I can have so much fun here at home? Let us just see where this will take us.”

I slowly nodded. It made sense to me. It was hot when their tongues touched not only because they’re both gorgeous women, but also who they were. It made it more special, naughty and with a hint of tabooness, making it all so damn hot.

“Speaking of which. You got a horny teenager waiting for you down the hall. You better not let your little girlfriend wait,” Mel said, smirking at me. Yeah, it seemed to be growing on her this whole dynamic between the three of us. “And walk slowly. Baby got back.”

“Hope told you about that?” I chuckled.

“Shush, young Bran. Go and plow the fields,” Mel said, before laughing earnestly. I just shook my head and departed.

*

Something I didn’t expect, though maybe I should, was the mentor and student dynamic to blossom. I had always heard in the interviews how your coach becomes your second parent, and in the case of Freya nothing could describe it any further. The first week we did our usual stuff. She was her tough-backbreaking coach as usual. But as we spent so much time together, it became natural for us to talk about things, especially if it affected my performance in the gym. Freya almost became a new person as we got to know each other more on a personal level.

It especially grew apparent when I had my worst days, which came in rapid succession during the second week of camp. I was slow and sore, and none of my eye hand coordination seemed to work. It was like I had plateaued, and I wasn’t getting better. No matter how much I willed it. And to make it worse, I felt myself regressing. A normal jab from one of Zach, one of my sparring partners we had pulled from another gym, went straight through my tight guard. It caught me in mid-step, sending me back on my ass.

“Level change! You gotta level change, newbie!” Freya yelled. “Duck and throw those punches!”

I got up and got dropped again shortly after, this time to an uppercut, causing Freya to ask if we should even continue the spar for the day. She sounded as frustrated as I was. Determined to not be a quitter, I forced myself on my feet and got my ass kicked and made more and more mistakes until the spar finally ended. I threw off the gloves and stormed out in the cold parking lot, utterly embarrassed by my performance.

I found a concrete half wall and slumped down to wallow in self pity. There was no one else to blame but myself for such shitty performances. It was the third in a week, and I couldn’t see how I would get out of this runt. How on earth would I ever win five fights if I can’t even slip a jab from Zach?

I heard the heavy backdoor of the gym open and shut, small steps in the pebble as Freya approached. She slumped down on the half wall next to me with an annoyed sigh. She didn’t say anything at first, she just sat beside me looking out at the cars in the small parking lot.

I didn’t say anything at first, but I also couldn’t stand the awkward silence.

“Sorry I suck so hard this week. I have no idea what is going on,” I said.

“Pff, get outta here. It happens to everybody. E-ve-r-y-b-o-d-y. I promise,” she said, still not quite looking at me, but a spot in front of me. This was new territory for her as a trainer too. I was her first in that regard.

“Tell you what, it is good you make all these mistakes now. How else would we fix them? By fight night, Zach would jab you all night and land absolutely nothing. You got it in you. Your uppercuts and your overall right are nasty, I’m telling you,” Freya continued, finally looking at me. I couldn’t even look at her. I was still embarrassed. Zach was nowhere near my level, and I was getting ready for my pro debut.

“I’m glad you didn’t quit, though,” Freya said, this more with more confidence. “You got that dog in you, as those fucking idiots on the whatever the fuck says.”

“Yeah?” I said, sensing some end in the tunnel.

“Hell yeah, newbie. It takes guts to finish shit up when you’re down like that,” Freya said. “Shows determination. Perseverance. I think it is admirable. It’s those types of things that will get you through a fight, or anything in life, really. I always liked that about your training, even when you were a slacker.”

I returned her look, as I had not expected such sage advice from Freya. She just gave a small, rare smile at my surprise, not really saying anything more about that. She instead turned to the cars again.

“What kinda training did you do before you boxed?” she asked, trying to shift focus.

“I mostly did some wannabe powerlifting,” I chuckled.

“Yeah? I knew you lifted weights. Ever compete?” Freya asked, looking back at me again with enthusiasm. I was speaking her language; training.

“I did some local stuff back home. Never placed though. Fourth and fifth places. I guess I can lift heavy enough, but I was never anything but mediocre,” I said, reminiscing back to the days before boxing. Before Mel.

I had barely touched a barbell since then. I didn’t really miss it at all, really. I kinda lifted to stay in shape and try to lift heavy for no good reason. Really, I didn’t really do anything for any good reason. Lifting heavy weight was just not something I desired anymore. Maybe it reminded me too much of a time where I didn’t have a Mel or a Hope in my life.

“So that is why I’m riding that power, you need to learn how to fully use your legs. You’re still powerful, but I know we can make that even more devastating. Nobody will be able to last through your pounding,” Freya said. I raised an eyebrow. Freya jerked her head back. “Come on now, for fucks sake… Anyway… erh. What about in highschool?”

“In highschool I played a bit of football, being fast and all, but I sat on the bench a lot. I was too short for basketball, so I never really tried that,” I continued.

“Whole lotta bench warming and fourth places, huh?” Freya asked.

“Heh, yeah. Story of my life… or at least before.”

“Yeah? What changed? I never asked why you started,” Freya asked.

“Well, I met Mel. And I sorta wanted to challenge myself, change things up… you know to be better for her,” I said.

“Just think of her then, when you’re in a dark spot. Why mope over second place when you already got the price? I mean, shit, easy to say, but just brush it off and push through,” Freya said, giving me a slap on the back. “Come on, let's go in and see if you can still throw up.”

Our weird little talk helped me, and it was not the last time me and Freya would talk like that. As the camp progressed we would talk about all kinds of stuff. Not just about boxing or how to keep me motivated, but other stuff too. I learned more about her own prowess, how she had won several BJJ tournaments and was held several junior titles. I also learned that her family had come from back East after their house got broken into and robbed. Understandable, especially considering how my own living situation was.

*

While my upcoming fight became a whole group project, as the weeks of preparations rolled on I noticed that it started to take a toll on the ‘team’. We were all pretty tired. It had started fun while tedious, it still was, but the long duration of the fight camp became straining. More in particular for Mel.

In addition to her job as chief janitor at the office, she was preparing most of my meals per Andre’s instruction(broccoli, rice and chicken per my macros), and she was massaging me everyday as part of my recovery. Not only that, but I also knew she was worried all the time. All of it made her extremely tired. I tried to talk to her about perhaps lightening the load, but she was hearing none of it, wanting me to be in the best condition possible.

“I’ll make sure of it. Besides, it will all be worth it when we have our dream home. I just really wanna get out of here, and this opportunity is as you like you said, our chance. Do I have to like the process to enjoy the end goal? No, but we do what we can to help you. We’re your biggest fans, Bran, and both Hope and I are happy to assist our man. You’ll always be our champ,” she had explained as she pressed her soft but strong fingers into my aching muscles.

“Light shine bright on this family since you arrived, I want you to know that. You’re my man, and I will throw myself into whatever will take us to that next place in life. As long as we’re together, Bran. So what if it’s difficult now? It’s worth it and will be worth it… and in some ways I guess it being difficult ensures that.”

“I’m so lucky you have such an amazing woman like you,” I said, really appreciating my dear girlfriend's encouragement. Mel chuckled lightly in response.

We were once again in the living room. I was on the couch on my stomach while Hope was out preparing my cold plunge, while Mel would treat my back, legs, arms, and front.

I groaned and moaned in a mix of pleasure and pain. Everyday was the same when it came to that. Soreness. We did every trick in the book to keep the soreness from day-to-day to a minimum, but we could only mediate it so much. Mel pressed her fingers from mid-back up to my neck, pressuring into the sides with her thumbs. Waves of pleasure washed through me as the tension was smoothed out by Mel’s diligent hands.

Then she stopped. I didn’t look right away, as Mel often took breaks either for me to flip or to lean to kissing my neck or something. That always gave me goosebumps. Her soft lips grazing like feathers against my sore back and tensed up neck was just as cloud nine inducing as her massage.

Mel bent down and gave me one of those kisses and I moaned as I felt my body flutter in response. She chuckled, resting her head on my back for a moment. Then a moment became a minute. I heard Mel’s heavy breathing. I turned underneath her to see what was going on, and found that poor Mel had fallen asleep. My heart ached for her. I knew how hard she worked for my well being, and that she didn’t want it any other way, but I still felt bad for her as I saw her succumb to her exhaustion.

I managed to roll out from under her and picked her up. Mel was heavier than her daughters, but I had no problem carrying her even as sore as I was. She didn’t wake up even a second. She still instinctively draped a hand around my neck, which made me want to just squeeze her even tighter. This wonderful woman, I wanted to give her the world.

“Oh,” I heard Hope say as she entered. “She’s tired, huh?”

“Yeah, I’ll just carry her up to bed,” I said with a slightly hushed voice. Hope nodded.

I carefully placed Mel in the bed when she finally woke for a few seconds.

“Sorry, I’m just so tired,” she yawned, as I draped her with a blanket.

“No problemo, Mel. I got you,” I said, sitting down on the bed and stroking her hair out of her oh so fantastic face. “I’ll just get my cold plunge and I’ll be up.”

Mel didn’t respond, as sleep quickly took her once again. I carefully helped her undress and made my way out and downstairs. I quickly did my cold plunge, as I was now sorta used to it. I don’t think one ever truly does get used to three minutes of cold water everyday, but it is what it is.

“Here,” Hope said, handing me my towel as we started up the stairs.

“You know, I really should go to Mel tonight. She’s so tired I feel like I need to be with her, poor thing,” I explained, feeling bad still.

Many triangle relationships such words might cause strife, but Hope just wasn’t that type of girl. She just smiled at me sympathetically and looked at her mothers door.

“Can we cuddle a bit, at least?” Hope asked. I wanted to badly, and I knew how much Hope loved closeness… It was a tough decision but…

“We can just do it in there if that is easier,” Hope suggested, giving me one of her mothers smirks. Oh boy. “Nothing needs to happen. I just need to be tucked in, new daddy.”

“Sure sure, just knock off the daddy stuff,” I replied, shaking my head. Hope shot me a dirty smile, giving me a slap on the ass.

“Sure thing, daddy,” she said, the teasing little brat.

I opened the door to our room and saw that Mel was still sound asleep. Her heavy breaths filled the room. I turned to tell Hope to be quiet, but Hope just nodded.

“You take the middle,” Hope whispered.

“What’s going on?” Mel mumbled, still partially asleep.

“Is it okay if Hope sleeps over?” I asked. Mel gave a sleepy nod before settling down into her pillow again.

With that, I slipped under the blanket already in my boxers. Hope had baggy sweatpants from a day in the garage, so she had an easy time getting ready and joining me. She usually slept in a t-shirt and her boxers but Hope didn’t bother getting one. Instead, she laid down next to me and snuggled up into my arms in nothing but her underwear. Her scolding hot skin touched mine, reminding me just how cold I was, so I cradled her even tighter.

Hope didn’t say much, finding her beauty asleep fast enough. Me, on the other hand, laid there trying to soak the moment in. I listened to the slow breaths of both Mel and Hope, laying on each side of me. I nuzzled my nose into Hope to draw in her scent, turned slightly to smell Mel too. They smelled different, but yet so similar. I could lay here forever and draw them in. In fact, I gave Hope a good squeeze, getting a sleepy appreciative groan in reply.

As if to make the moment even more wonderful, Mel in her sleep came up behind me. She snaked an arm around my waist and gave me a light kiss on my shoulder, then rested her head on my shoulder blade still out cold. If death took me now, I’d die the most fortunate man alive. Laying between mother and daughter, my do dearest, sleep took over as I was severely exhausted.

*

The next morning, five am to be precise, I woke with my face between Mel’s full heaving breasts, and one of her legs draped across my waist. Behind me Hope laid snuggled up against my back with her palms resting against my back tenderly, probably getting some of Mel’s leg over her as well. I wanted to just lay down and enjoy the softness, the warmth and the sweetness of them both wrapped around me. But no, I had to jog my six miles, and Freya would be here in a few minutes. Cardio was so important it’s not even funny.

I hesitantly tried to squirm myself out of their warm embrace, careful not to wake them. As I exited their embrace, I looked at poor Mel. The stress my fight brought her bothered me to no end. Maybe I could set aside some money from the first fight to get a physical therapist or something. Really, I wanted to make enough so Mel would never have to work, but that was too far fetched. Also, I knew Mel took pride in having a job and to be able to sustain herself, and I wouldn’t like to take that away from her.

Outside I met with Freya, who was wearing baggy sweatpants and a hoodie. I did too, for that matter. We started our jog, but for some reason I had no energy. I was well rested, but our pace was slow and meek at best. In the end, as we stretched on a bench, Freya had to pipe up. She was way more confident in challenging me on stuff outside of boxing now. She had gone into full big sister mode as the camp progressed and she read me almost as easily as Mel did.

“What’s up?” she asked. “We’re jogging our six miles, but we’re not really runnin’.”

“I don’t know,” I started. “It’s just taking a toll on Mel… The whole camp thing, you know. She’s so tired from work, therapy, and worrying about me in general.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Freya said, looking across the morning fog. The bench we had chosen was up in the foothills, coincidentally where Mel and I hoped to buy a lot. We were able to see all the morning fog we wanted. It laid like a lid across downtown Courtington.

“Not much I can do… I’d offer you those massages myself, but my hands are beat everyday from the gym,” Freya said, trying to sound casual, but now even I heard it. Someone had played that ‘massage’ trick on me before.

“Would you?” I teased.

“Shut up,” Freya barked. I had been pretty clueless before, but Freya’s predilection had become an unspoken truth for quite a bit by now, even to me.

“I’ll see if Andre has someone. Maybe I can get someone from the college in need of practice,” I mused. Freya didn’t say anything, so I decided to change the topic.

“You know anything about my first opponent?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Freya said, eager for the change of subject. “It’s a local guy, kinda, being from Indianapolis. He’s also a debutant, but your firsts will be. I know your next after too, but we take one fight at a time.”

“Have I met him?” I asked. “I mean in the ring.”

“I think so. His name was familiar, but that doesn’t matter. You’ll steamroll him,” Freya said confidently. “Your strength and cardio will be too much for him. Volume and power.”

We stretched a bit more, but I could tell there was more on Freya’s mind

“Listen, about Mel. It is inevitable. But all the hard work we put down. Me, her, Hope, everybody… and you, I guess,” Freya teased, shooting me one of her closed-mouth smirks. I had learned that was the closest thing she did to smiling. “All that work will be worth it. We’ll make sure of it. We do it for Mel.”

*

Then the fight came. It almost came before I knew it. The only indication I had of its proximity was Freya scaling everything but the cardio down to avoid injuries. Honestly, I just seemed kind of numb to it, like in the beginning. I woke up like a zombie, more or less stumbling down the stairs as I got ready.

“Careful, don’t want you falling down the steps,” Mel said, trying to sound light about it, but I could tell she was nervous too. Hell, even Hope was quieter than usual. They were both awake before even I was. I guess they couldn’t sleep anymore.

We drove up to Indianapolis for my first fight the day before the fight. There was an obligatory weigh-in that I knew I would nail. 175 pounds on the dot. And if I am allowed to indulge myself a little, those pounds were no slob, it was mostly muscle.

“You’re a thick little boy,” some of the other guys at the weigh-in said. It was typical. I was relatively short, so the weight could blindside certain people. I guess I carried it relatively well.

I tapped my stomach with my hands, “it’s all the beer I’ve been drinking.”

The dude chuckled, unamused. He was a slightly taller guy, around five foot eleven. He had a mean look, with thick lips and a thick neck, copious amounts of several tribal tattoos sticking out from his t-shirt and lots of piercings. That was not what made him look mean however. It was just how he looked at everyone like he was much better than the company he shared. It dawned on me that I was looking at a proper, real jock douchebag in its fullest form. Maybe I was being judgmental, but I didn’t like his vibe.

“Johnny something. He’s not the guy you’ll be fighting. I think he is later on the card and way more experienced, so there is no way you’re facing him. He has like seven fights or something,” Freya explained. I shook it off and headed off, as me and Freya headed off to the hotel.

Freya and I shared a room at the hotel, so we now sat on each of our single beds talking about the upcoming night. We had stopped by the sports center too, just to get a feel for the small arena. It seemed like a decent place, five hundred seats or something. It wasn’t the smallest, and by far not the biggest.

Mel, Hope and Maia would drive up the next day during the evening. Frank would come up a bit before, working as my cut and vaseline guy. For me, the plan was to try and get the most amount of sleep, wake up tomorrow for a light jog. Then head to the sports center.

“I think you’re up first,” Freya said, reading some pamphlet we had picked up for the night.

“Means we can get home early and get some beers,” I said.

I had initially had doubts during some parts of the training camp, but lately any such nonsense had gone away. It was not like I expected to win, I was more focused on going out there and having fun, to put all the nervousness aside and let my training do the work, let my training show to the audience and most importantly to myself. It had been something Freya had been hammering home. Have fun, and do it for myself, for my family and nobody else.

“You’re not gonna stick around for the other matches?” Freya asked.

“Nah. I want beer and a big juicy cheeseburger,” I laughed. Freya gave me one of her pursed smirks, amused too.

“You should try to get some sleep,” Freya said, seeming to get ready for bed too.

“If I can get any,” I replied.

“You will do great tomorrow, I just know it,” Freya encouraged. She wasn’t the one to compliment anyone unwarranted, so I knew it was genuine. It made me flutter inside knowing I had her confidence.

“Thanks, Freya,” I said, smiling at her. She seemed a bit flustered too. Maybe because I showed how her complimented hit home? Or maybe she knew was just as surprised by her compliment as I was. I chuckled at the silliness of it.

“What? What you laughing at?” Freya asked, looking at me suspiciously.

“Oh nothing. We better hit the hay,” I replied.

I quickly got undressed and threw the covers over me. As predicted, sleep didn’t come easy. I couldn’t find a good position. Everytime I closed my eyes I envisioned my opponent. Freya thought I had met him before, so if it was anyone except Carlos I would have the upperhand record wise. Carlos was the only who had ever challenged me truly.

Laying and staring at the roof I heard Freya found sleep at last. She had been tossing for a bit too. Her heavy breathes filled the room. In some way, it was soothing to listen to. In the end, I apparently had slept. I hadn’t noticed, but I suddenly awoke from a weird dream about my opponent who kept changing to different animals. First he was a cat I couldn’t catch, and when I finally caught it in a corner it turned into a giant grizzly. Then a monkey and a donkey combined. Wild and stubborn.

I shook the dream off and slept on for a few hours more. When I woke I knew there was no chance of getting any more sleep. I wasn’t as well rested as I should’ve been, but I had to think my opponent was much the same somewhere out there. It was his first too, after all.

I got out of bed and walked over to the window. We didn’t have much of a view, just some alley, but it was nice to look at the little morning scenery we had outside. I could faintly hear the early shift of the hotel rummage around out there somewhere, chit chatting and what not. Some guy came around the corner from the parking lot up front tossing his cigarette aside. Another shortly after him eating the remnants of his morning sandwich. This was just another Saturday shift for them. Habits and routines. I wondered how it would be when I one day reached such normalcy. The last few months had been a fast track. Though, I can’t complain.

I turned and looked at the clock on Freya’s stand. It was five in the morning. Figures. I was so used to getting up at that hour anyway. I silently made my way over to my track suit. I figured I’d get those six miles in and do my stretches, and let Freya sleep in. Breakfast consisted of what I had come to loathe by now; chicken, rice and broccoli pre-prepared in a plastic container. I had hoped for the breakfast buffet, but Freya had shut that one down pretty fast.

As I ate my meal, Freya joined the woken world. She did her good mornings and headed for the shower not even bothering putting any pants on. I guess we were that comfortable around one another. But being a warm blooded young man, I couldn’t help but notice how toned her ass was in those tight spandex boxers. Broad, girthy yet muscled with a natural tan, it was hard to not notice as Freya made her way towards the bathroom. I quickly shoved it aside, not wanting to end up in an awkward position.

The rest of the day was waiting around a lot. I hated it. Lumbering around and waiting was probably the worst part of it all. I didn’t even get to talk with my family. It would be too much of a distraction perhaps, but at least that would be a good time.

A few hours before the bell rang we made our way up and settled in the locker room. To pass time, Freya had brought a tablet we huddled around to watch some old boxing footage. Stick with the theme, eh? I wasn’t really in the state of mind to appreciate Holyfield versus Bowe 2 right now. Somewhere along Frank joined too.

“They're all out there,” Frank said. “I even got to meet Bran senior.”

“What? Dad is here?” I asked. He wasn’t called Bran senior, his name went by Joe, but I of course knew what Frank meant. I just realized, right now, that I hadn’t even called them about any of anything. How had he come then?

“Your sisters too,” Frank said, slapping my shoulder. That was truly something. I was sort of speechless. I had never expected them to fly out. For me? My confidence sky rocketed.

Finally, the commissioner came to wrap my hands(per regulation). The wait was over. As much as I had waited it almost came as a surprise when it was time to walk out. By now I was more than eager to get in the ring. I barely registered when they started to play my walkout song Bonnie Tyler - Faster Than the Speed of Night. Freya gave me a rough shove and we walked out.

The first thing I saw was Trent and Benny right by the ring walk, I gave them both fist bumps as they hailed praises. Far behind I saw Mel and Hope further up the stands. Maia was there too. And right behind them was none other than my dad and my two sisters, Jenna and Sammie. Sammie sat on Jenna’s shoulders, being only 11. A small portion of me wondered if this was the place for such a young kid. I turned to the ring and walked the final steps, climbing into the ring. I looked around. Five hundred people, but it looked like five thousand to me.

“It’s really happening,” I said to Freya and Frank, as my opponent started walking down to some rock song.

I looked down at him as he made his way, bumping fists with several people. He was slightly taller than me, but Freya had made it perfectly clear that in this weight division that would most of the time be the case. I drew some recognition, barely remember having met the guy, but not enough to remember a name. Apparently he had a larger family or something, because the small crowd cheered slightly louder for him than me. No matter, they all fall the same. The announcement guy did his thing, but I didn’t really register it. Suddenly Freya had to shove me again.

Note from Antarctica77: now comes a bunch of boxing. If you don’t like reading it, feel free to skip ahead.

“Protect yourself at all times and obey my command. Break when I say break. Shake hands,” the ref said as me and the other guy stood in front of one another. He was about three inches taller than me, I’d recon.

I thought it was funny how they always said shake hands when it was more of a fistbump. I walked to my corner and turned to look at my opponent some more. It was like all the lights shut out as the ring approached. Where the audience seemed to fade to black and the world became just me and my opponent. I couldn’t even hear the chatter anymore, nor Freya’s final instructions for that matter.

The bell rang. The guy threw a light jab and I met it with my own to measure the distance. He threw a second but I was just out of range now. He threw yet another and then a fourth with more power to set up his right hand. I ducked under as he overstepped his fourth jab, and gave him a right to the solar plexus stunning him, followed by a left hook to the liver, repositioning me to uppercut his chin.

It happened in a matter of seconds, he had no time to respond or collect himself for the onslaught. I understood why Freya had hammered volume and power into my brain. I knew right away this guy couldn’t handle even half my full power.

He stumbled back, so I double jabbed fast to cut the distance, threw an overhand right which he caught on the glove, planted my head in his chest as he crashed to the ropes and ripped four fast alternating hooks to his liver and kidneys and he slumped over to the canvas. I also felt that he had landed a right on my head at some point, but the adrenaline covered the pain.

Fighting in the pros turned out to be a real rush. I was having a blast. Feeling everything I had trained for flow through me. I even lifted a fist to the crowd to greet them. They were on fire already and the volume got even louder when I greeted them. Jesus. They must really enjoy the action. I mean, I guess there had been a lot of action already.

I looked at him on the floor. Had I knocked him out? Nope not yet, the ref told me off and I went to a neutral corner. After he was done counting I went straight for a double jab, hook to the body and straight right to his face. The guy crumbled again. One more knock down and the ref would have to wave it off. I pressed as I heard the crowd roar in anticipate. I let the cheers guide my hands, not even putting my hands up to defend myself. I landed at will and I feared nothing this guy had. He could not hurt me. Unfortunately, the round was over. That was fast. Way too fast. I was having way too much fun. I went to my corner, the other guy walking to his on somewhat wobbly legs.

“You’re doing a great job in there, you're looking real good out there,” Freya said, filling my vision with her concentrated face while Frank vaselined my face.

“You look good too,” I joked. I was having a blast out here. I had no idea there would be such fun. Freya jerked her head back.

“The fu– Bran, focus. This guy is a bum. He got nothing.  He likes none of your punches and he got no power. Keep changing levels and make him miss and blast him when he least expects it. Liver then chin and he’ll crumble, got it? Get in there,” she said, yanking me to my feet.

I did as I was told. I jabbed my way in, ducked under his arms and ripped him with another straight to the solar plexus, hook to the liver and angled myself for a rear uppercut to the chin. This time he parried however, so I quickly adjusted and threw a left hook to his temple. He stumbled back. I pursued him smelling blood, but my breath grew heavier, slowing my pursuit. Throwing a lot took the wind out of me, and there was a giant adrenaline dump.

Now it was his turn to press me instead. The guy saw me slow down and came forward with his long jabs, sent a right which landed on my forehead. I had ducked back which took the edge off, but I felt some of his power. Or lack thereof. I knew then if he did it again I could sneak an overhand right between his guard as he didn’t return his left to his chin. If he hit me on the way I knew it wouldn't matter.

I backed off, trying to have him throw the same combo. He did. His two jabs landed square above my eye. I briefly looked at his eyes and I saw he had regained some confidence, but I was about to put an end to that. When the right came I ducked down while shooting my right to his chin. He crashed and stumbled backwards while I damn near ran after him. I cut the ring off so he was trapped in the corner. Right hook, left hook straight to his body. I was relentless, knowing now he couldn't take the volume or power. He tried to clinch my head, but I gave him one final left hook before I sat down on another right uppercut using all the strength in my legs and torso to twist and to shoot up as hard as I could. When I felt him buckle acgainst the corner I bolted back so could jab his face and was about to send a straight right to his face, but it never landed.

The next thing I saw was the refs coming in between, waving it off. Before I knew it, Freya hoisted me in the air, while cheering loudly. I could even hear the gang hollering too!

“You did it!” Freya cheered. “I knew it! Fuck yeah!”

“Great job, kid!” Frank roared.

*

As per norm when anything happened, we went straight to Your Mom’s House, our favorite local bar. When Freya and I pulled up, everyone was there. Mel and Hope were already there to greet me as I stepped through. Both had dressed in matching dresses. Not in color, as Mel dressed in all red and Hope in all black, but they wore the same type of silk-like party dresses reaching just above their knees. I also noticed how they both wore matching colored lipstick, red and black.

Right in front of everyone they in turn pulled me into passionate kisses. Some time ago something like that would make me flustered, but I didn’t care about that now. I was proud to be Bran, I was proud to be Mel and Hope’s man. Feeling them clutch me as they violently kissed me with vigor, I felt like a world champ already.

Maia of course had shown up for the celebrations too, Trent and Benny were there, Frank, detective Joe Jackson, James and Lewis even. To my slight surprise and kinda awkwardly, Pam and Vanessa had showed up. Luckily, they were both on duty.

Bartender George even let Sammie, my 11 year old sister, in for a short while. After the mandatory greetings and congratulations from every participants, including some randoms around who just happened to be there, I found myself in a brief conversation with Dad about everything that had been going on. From Mel, to Hope, boxing, my desire to buy a home in Courtington and all those major life things. He had been scared shitless when he heard I was fighting, as he himself had never been one to throw a punch.

“But how did you learn about it?” I asked him, sitting in the same booth I had sat with Trent, Benny and the other guys what felt so long ago.

“Your girlfriend called me,” Dad chuckled.

“Ah… Erh, which one?” I asked.

Dad chuckled awkwardly, nodded at Mel who gave a smile back, who was talking with Sammie. Yeah, that sounded like something she’d do. Mel had insisted me going to my family during the holiday, and now she brought them over here for my fight. She included them more than I did. In some ways, maybe I should feel bad, but managing things on my own had been the reason I went out here. Anyway, I had my dear girlfriend to help remember those types of things. What a lifesaver, head to toe.

“You’ve really made something out here, Bran. Settling down, growing up. You have no idea how it is for a parent to see their children do well. Maybe one day you will… I’m really proud of you, that you’re able to break out of your shell,” Dad said, in a surprising moment of transparency.

We had never really had any such bonding or conversations, so it was a small surprise Dad had any such thoughts surrounding me at all. I ended up staring awkwardly at him for a few moments before I was able to mutter a “thanks, dad.” I had no better response. I wish I did, but what could I say? If there were anything, I couldn’t think of it. I was honestly taken aback.

“Well anyway, I gotta get Sammie to bed. It’s getting late already. Early flight tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Work on Monday,” I chuckled. I then noticed we had the same chuckle. Dad slapped my shoulder, gave it a squeeze and headed off to fetch Sammie who were talking with Mel about her favorite flowers.

“That fucking whimp had no chance. He had no idea what he was facing. No clue what to do,” Trent said, coming over with four beers in hand.

I nodded towards them, “you drinking for four?”

Trent twisted his face up as if I had slapped him across the face before slowly pushing one of the glasses into my hand. “What on earth do you think of a player?” he asked indignent.

He turned and handed one to both Freya and Mel who was just emerging. The evening kept up like that. Several people came and went, with mainly Mel at my side. It wasn’t all about the fight, a bunch of it was celebrating life in general it seemed. Our lives were going the way we wanted, and we were happy for it. In the end, though, I became tired. I was dozing while Freya vividly retold the fight for the third time in a row. I couldn’t blame her excitement. I was her first prospect and she was proud. And the alcohol probably kicked her into high gear.

“You were so impressive and so good. This is why we focus so much on power punches and combinations! Oh, Bran, you dominated that bitch! The guy had no idea what kinda power he was in store for. Fuck, I wanna go home and watch the tape. Frank filmed it. Did I say that already? I mean, those tree trunk legs really now how to pound–” Freya said, not really paying attention to how she worded herself.

“Alright, dear Freya, I think Bran has had enough,” Mel laughed as I almost banged my head against the table from sheer exhaustion. “Not compliments, those we can shower him with all day, but he’s falling asleep.”

Freya snapped out of it, refocused her eyes at me, as she had been in an almost dreamstate while describing it all. “Sure. Yeah. Of course. Go home and sleep well. You’ve earned it!” Freya said, giving me a quick hug. That was a first. She had never been one to show physical affection in any other way than punching me. Well, I didn’t mind. I knew how it was, and perhaps the alcohol was getting to her a bit more than we realized. No matter.

“Sleep tight,” I groaned, giving Freya a wave as she headed off to the bar.

“Oh, it’s gonna be tight, alright. We have some more private celebration to do,” Mel moaned in my ear, knowing just how to make me roar awake.

*

Hope took the wheel, as she hadn’t been drinking. Joe Jackson had even given her a ‘Get out of jail free’ card, calling ahead to warn the officers on duty, as she had yet to take her license despite more or less working as a mechanic. She was a competent driver nonetheless. Joe was a real mensch for that, honestly. He had really embraced his roll as my pal on the force.

Mel shoved me into the back as soon as we opened the back door. I managed to hear Hope let out a small ‘Jesus’ before I disappeared into the car. I landed on my back as she quickly climbed on top of me, ripping my button-up shirt in the process. She barely shut the door behind her as she threw herself on top of me and started to kiss me from my chest and up. Mel briefly lost her balance as Hope accelerated, but she clung to my shirt and I held her tight.

“I should never have doubted you,” Mel moaned as she sucked into my neck with her red lipstick. She departed her lips with a small string of slop. “I never did… I was just worried. I didn’t want my dear man hurt,” she said in a low voice so sensually, cuddling into my chest.

“It’s perfectly fine,” I assured her. “Now come here.”

“Someone is hungry, eh?” Mel said, using the remnants of my shirt to pull her face closer to mine, her lips hovering half an inch from mine. “One night away and you’re already dying to get in my– oh–”

I had turned pushed her onto her back and hiked her dress up slightly allowing my hands to trail up between her thighs. Hungry was an understatement. I quickly found her entrance and started treating her how Mel was due to be treated. I pumped her with my fingers a few times before I had enough. I kissed her cheek, I kissed her chin, her neck, and down between her breasts. Her dress was still on so for once I had to skip her delicate stomach and go straight for the main course. I had been sleepy a minute ago, but now I was dying to eat out my hot cougar girlfriend.

“That is so fucking hot,” I heard from the front. I had almost forgotten Hope was there. “Like I know it’s my mom, but seeing how hungrily you’re taking her… fuck…”

“Eyes on the r-road,” Mel whimpered, but was shortly after cut off as I shoved my tongue into her clit and started lapping and sucking for everything I was worth.

I felt Mel pull some of her dress down to make some modesty, feeling the soft velvety material graze create a crimson darkness around me as I focused on pressing as deliberately as possible in the places I knew Mel loved the most. Mel soon purred in satisfaction, giving me all the signals I needed. I sucked into her, letting my tongue massage her the way I knew she liked it. She gasped and groaned, before she grasped my head and guided my head further down so I could eat her ass out, stalling her own orgasm momentarily. Mel soon after started moaning softly as I felt her wetness crease all over my face, feeling her pull me hard into her pussy. I kept up the tempo and the attention all the while, making sure to let Mel cum as she good as she deserved.

Suddenly Mel and I both jolted, as the car came to a short stop. Hope’s somewhat inexperienced driving skills alerted us that we had arrived home.

“Already?” Hope said with a knowing smirk as I came out of the car, wiping my chin from Mel’s orgasm.

“You’re up next,” Mel shot back with a just as dirty smile. That silenced Hope for a minute, before she hurried the door.

The three of us bolted up the stairs. Entering the bedroom, Mel instructed Hope to lay on the bed. Hope looked nervously between me and Mel, however, hesitating. She was still unsure of the dynamic, but it was obvious that she wanted to have more fun together. Lust was written in her smokey eyes.

“It’s okay, Hope. Lean back and let him have you,” Mel whispered. If I wasn’t hard before, I certainly was now. Mel just knew how to push buttons the right way.

Hope nodded, laying back. Mel climbed up to next to her head, took Hope’s hands and more or less pinned them above her daughter’s head. “It’s okay, Hope,” Mel reiterated softly.

I couldn’t bare it anymore. I threw myself between Hope’s flawless thighs, pulled her jet black thong aside and stuffed my tongue inside her, parting her labia immediately, now her dress creating a sacred room where it was just me and her sweetness. Hope groaned out, and even Mel gasped seeing my hunger. I ate Hope with such intensity it felt like I had to devour her to quench my thirst for her sweet juices. I sucked her into me, pressing my tongue firmly into her, trying to make her feel just how much I had longed for her thighs to wrap around my head yet again. It hadn’t been much in the later weeks, but now I was going full animal mode as I took in as much of Hope as possible, as I had with Mel in the car.

“Jesus,” Mel said, “Hope really had a great view in the car. Come on, Bran, show this little girl how you do it!”

I did. I shoved my tongue into Hope’s clit once more and sucked on her. Hope gasped out even louder. Feeling the moment was ripe enough, I sunk my head down to eat her ass like I had done with Mel. Hope was not shy with anal play and was just as responsive to me lapping her ass deeper and harder with each stroke. I felt her entire body begin to shake, but she was unable to move away from the overwhelming orgasm as Mel had her pinned by her arms, and I held her tight by the hips.

“Don’t s-stop!” Hope squealed from above. “D-Don’t you f-fucking s-stoppp, Brannn!”

“He won’t,” Mel reassured. I didn’t.

I shoved my tongue as hard as I could into her and did my swirls to stretch her out the way I knew Hope loved. I felt her thighs tense up as she wanted to grab my head with her hands, but Mel held her firmly. But I took the signal and shoved into her deeper, my nose escaping into her folds as I ate her as a deep as I could.

“Oh, oh shit! Ffffuuuuck!” Hope whimpered.

Hope gasped out in a loud whimper as I lapped her into a blasting orgasm. I could feel her contract above, gushing violently. Of course the hungry man I was, I devoured all the juiced pouring into my my mouth.

Just after Hope gasped and screamed out as she bucked along with the waves and waves of her orgasm. I felt her grind against me, eager for more, so I pressed into her even harder to make her cum even harder. Hope squealed up, trying to resist her mother pinning her down, but alas she was just simply forced to ride the waves endlessly until I was satisfied.

“O-okay… o-okay,” Hope stuttered, when I finally let her rest.

I climbed onto the bed and collapsed next to her, Mel still sitting by Hope’s head. For a moment we just rested. I looked over at Mel in wonder of what was next. I was dying to cum, but I also had a long day. Her thighs was awfully close and could easily wrap around Hope’s face soon. But that was probably too far. They had both been eaten out while being in the same room, and previously sort of both had sucked me off, but they both still had barely touched each other in that way..

“I now know how cute my daughter looks when she cums,” Mel quipped, giving a small chuckle. “Here,” Mel added with a small devious smile, looking at my mouth while handing me a small towel. I quickly dried off my drenched chin.

“It was s-sooo good,” Hope said. “I love when he does it, but being watched… by my own mom, pinned down even. Woah. Just woah.”

“Speaking of pinned down. Remember what we talked about?” Mel asked, smiling down at Hope.

“You guys, I’m still here,” I joked.

“Shush, Bran. You ready?” Mel asked Hope, who nodded in response and sat up.

I gulped. What had they been talking about? I trusted them completely, so I followed after when Mel guided me further up the bed.

“Tonight is all about you, love,” Mel said, kissing my forehead.

“What have you been planning?” I asked, smiling sheepishly at them. Mel sighed. She stood up in the bed, took off her panties and shoved them in my mouth.

She then crawled down to the end of the bed, where Hope was sitting on her knees, but instead of joining her, she went to a drawer where she found a set of handcuffs. Oh lord. I wanted to ask what this was about, but being gagged and intrigued to see where this was going I decided to roll with it. I just watched as Mel wander to my left, handcuffing me to the bed post before leaning over me stuffing her big breasts in my face as she handcuffed my right.

“We both had a small discussion how good you liked having the two of us suck you off. So we thought why not doing it again? Now we can do it with out too much awkwardness,” Mel said, sitting down on her knees next to her daughter. “Isn’t that right, Hope?”

“Yup. I must admit I’m a bit nervous, but… I think it’s gonna be fun and interesting. And to see you squirm will be even better,” Hope said, adding an extra devious smile at the end.

I muffled something trying to respond, but as I was gagged it was just nonsense dribble. The girls giggled at my helplessness as they both now were settled on their knees on each side of my own set of knees.

“So…” Mel said, turning slightly towards her daughter. Hope looked at her expectantly. Mel waisted little time, moving one hand around Hope’s waist and her other to cradle Hope’s head, before leaning down to her and shoving her tongue forcibly into Hope’s welcoming mouth.

Hope moaned loudly as I could see Mel quite forcefully dominate Hope’s mouth. Hope’s cheeks bulged slightly from having her tongue shoved around in her own mouth by her own mother. Meanwhile, I felt like both my head and my cock were about to explode. They skipped any pretense or build-up, no pecking or light touching. Mel had just grabbed Hope and started ferociously making out with her.

Had they truly planned this? For me? My eyes were practically bulging as I stared at them. Mel even departed back a mere inch so I could witness the two women’s tongues in a glistening battle right in front of me. I could even hear it, the wet smacks of their mouth as well as both of their groans, the slick sounds of their tongues colliding.

By the sounds of Mel and Hope’s low moans, I could tell they didn’t mind it either, once they got started. Both had their eyes closed, just going with the flow. Mel clutched Hope’s dress as they took a small break, forehead against forehead. Hope smiled slightly, as she side-eyed how I was staring at them. I died to crawl up and inspect every detail of their make out session up close, but I was stuck to the bed. Squirming, just like Hope had wanted.

“Think he likes it?” Hope asked in a husky voice.

“I think he does,” Mel muttered back, still slightly out of breath.

Mel then kissed Hope lightly once, twice before they were tongue deep once again. I could see Hope’s hand slightly trail up Mel’s thigh, but it never went under her dress. Instead, Hope moved it over to my thigh instead, gliding it up to my throbbing erection, giving a few light strokes. Now it was my time to groan, finally getting some long awaited attention, relieving a small bit of tension that had built up.

“We better get to the main course, don’t you think?” Mel said.

“Absolutely,” Hope said, wiping drool and smeared red and black lipstick from around her mouth.

“Why don’t you begin, then I can give you pointers?” Mel suggested. They were talking as if I wasn’t an active participant. I guess I really wasn’t, I was just the ever happy recipient of Mel teaching Hope how to take my girth.

Hope gave a ‘challenge accepted’ snort and darted down. Being pent up, she didn’t do any teasing. She shoved her mouth as deep as possible right away, taking me halfway down before my head teased her throat. I was so sensitive I damn near came already. While I loved a good deepthroat, bumping the sensitive part of my head against Hope’s opening caused smaller electricity to shoot through me. Now was no different.

“See, you’re taking him deep, and I like how you grace him against the roof of your mouth, but you really should put your tongue into his shaft on the way down,” Mel said, cupping my balls with one hand, pressing a firm finger into my taint to delay my orgasm. She knew how I worked better than I did. She did it so casually and matter of factly.

“Like this?” Hope asked before diving down again, pressing up and down while her tongue pressed into the underside of my dick while my head rubbed into her roof and down towards her throat. It felt so good, tickling every nerve in my dick in an almost excruciating way.

“Yessss like that,” Mel said.

Hope eagerly bobbed her head up and down, causing me to almost erupt. The situation of mother and daughter handcuffing me so they could have their way with me was way too hot in itself, but Mel teaching her how to treat me was just too much icing to a wonderful cake. But Mel knew how to delay me cumming. I then noticed  that Mel had pulled down the straps of her red dress so both her breasts were exposed.

“So when you get deep like that,” Mel instructed. “You need to relax your throat and make a small arch. Especially because you’re so little. It might be a bit uncomfortable, but you’ll love it in no time.”

“Mhmmm,” Hope hummed around my cock, causing even more pleasure.

“Look at how he squirms. Here, let me. I’m gonna build him up a bit more so we get a nice big load,” Mel said.

Hope departed, letting Mel grab the base of my shaft. But instead of going down on me, Mel grabbed Hope with her other hand and gave her the slopiest of kisses, drool and precum smearing all over her chin and breast from the huge droplets descending from Hope’s chin. It took a few seconds before Hope lifted a hand and grazed Mel’s naked breast, groping and smearing the thick liquids creating a shiny scenery.

“Oh shit, he’s gonna cum!” Mel said, lowering her head down and taking me down her throat. I pulsed and pulsed, shooting it all down her throat. The whole situation just became too much for me. After a solid minute of sensitive pulsing my ejaculate down Mel’s throat, she pulled up.

“F-fuck,” I moaned out.

“Naughty girl. Naughty boy,” Mel said, referring to Hope’s groping her, and how I had probably cum way before they had planned.

“Oh, I think we can get him there again though,” Hope said, smiling up at me. I was unable to smile back, as I still had Mel’s now soaked panties in my mouth, but I didn’t doubt she was right.

“We’re thinking the same,” Mel chuckled.

Both of them sunk down, eagerly eating and lapping at the sides of my now glistening cock, not even hiding their tongues from one another. And truth to their mission, they got me way too hard again. They both smirked beneath their efforts as they felt me grow against their willing tongues. Soon they were both treating me to sucks and licks, even Hope taking a longer treatment to each of my testicles. I was in heaven, and nothing would ever be better than this, I was sure. This could last forever.

“Now, I want you to take him down your throat,” Mel told her daughter.

Hope looked up and nodded to her mother, ever the dutiful girl. “I wanna swallow every inch of you, new daddy,” she said meeting my eyes, finally recognising my presence.

“Big poppa,” Mel laughed. “You enjoying yourself, Bran?”

I nodded, but stopped mid nod as I felt Hope go to town on me. “Good. We planned this yesterday on our way up to Indianapolis. We wanted to reward you for your performance… and honestly, it turns me on double teaming you… and kinda dominate you in the process. First you dominate some dude in the ring, but here in our house we pin you down and have our fun. It’s hot, don’t you guys think?”

Both me and Hope nodded. Mel really laid the foundation for this to become more than a one-time thing. At least by how she sounded like she enjoyed it it seemed like there could be more. I loved every second of it. I was addicted to them both and everything they did for me; I just couldn’t ever get enough.

“Alright, now it’s time to stretch that throat,” Mel said, refocusing on her daughter. “Like I said, you need to come at a more downward trajectory, at least in the beginning. With practice,” Mel explained then met my eyes, “lots of practice, you’ll be able to deepthroat him any way you want.”

Mel put a hand behind Hope’s head. Hope took the cue to do as Mel instructed. Hope lowered her head so my cock nussled against her throat. Firmly lodged, Hope started to angle herself up a bit while holding the pressure, searching for that right angle where I’d glide more easily.

“And relax your throat,” Mel said, slightly pressing at her daughter’s head.

As Mel said it, I also felt it. From being pressed against a tickling opening, I felt my cock start to glide. Hope coughed around my cock, but slowly started to travel down my shaft, and soon my whole head was in her throat. It felt amazing as the edge of her throat tickled my head just right. I gasped out loud as I felt myself finally enter Hope’s throat. She darted her eyes up at me, smiling a mascara ridden grin at me, before violently coughing. But never relenting, despite her almost pleading eyes.

“There you go. Good girl,” Mel complimented, watching over their diligent work. “Now slowly work up and down, taking down as much as you’re comfortable with. Slowly.”

Within a few minutes of trial and coughing error, Hope was taking much more than half of me down her throat, over and over testing her limit. It didn’t take long before it became too much however. I felt myself swell up ready to cum again.

“Hope, he’s gonna cum! Remember to–” Mel said, but Hope was already on her way up my shaft. Not completely though. She kept my head in her mouth as I shot my cum into Hope’s mouth. Hope struggled with the massive load, but it was luckily not as big as the first one.

Hope then got off, careful to seal her lips shut in order not to spill anything. She leaned closer to her mother, who met her halfway. And with a quick motion they once again sealed their sexy lips in a more or less open mouthed kiss, showing Mel’s tongue collide with Hope’s glazed tongue, pushing large doses of my sperm into Mel’s eager mouth. If I wasn’t so beat and so drained, I’d grow hard again from the erotic sight. Especially how they kissed and moaned in utter satisfaction from exchanging my cum between them. It was so nasty, but so sexy because who they were. Hope clutched Mel’s shoulders, while Mel wrapped Hope’s waist, letting room fill with the sounds of their wet mouths as they pushed my cum back and forth between them.

As they kissed they had also swallowed, feeding it back and forth a mix of cum and each others own spit. It took a goodwhile of passionate kissing before they stopped, as there were no more cum to be shared. They stopped kissing and looked over at me with knowing smiles.

Yeah, that much was clear. The three of us liked that way too much.

We laid all on our backs, taking in the moment of our shared new experiences. Me, Mel and Hope.

Finally, Mel propped herself on her elbows.

“So what you think?” she asked.

I had to give a small laugh at that. How could she even ask? The months I had known Mel had been the best, and were only getting better. Maybe I was blinded by the lights, but I felt so like the king of the world here I laid between my two women who was so dedicated to me and yet knew what they wanted themselves. Both from an experimental level, taking wild chances, but also how it was tied back to make our trio work.

“I think there is a God, as you two are nothing short of a miracle,” I replied.

Mel smiled warmly at that. Hope rolled onto my chest, “Oh, Bran!” she said almost shyly, kissing my chest tenderly. Mel kissed me on my head, stroking my chin looking at me appreciatively. I met her eyes and saw that while it could be fun and wild, the three of us loved each other dearly. Which is why we wanted, and could, test the dynamics and experiment. I was more than ready to test all kinds of dynamics, especially if it meant Mel and Hope would be happy too. They seemed almost as into it as I was.

“It was that good?” Mel asked, searching my eyes with a gleeful smile. To see her smile with such joy, and not just those loveable devious smirks, I knew we were on the right path. Nothing could come between the three of us.

“That was way more than just a blow job,” I answered.

“Well, we wanted it to be special. We talked about it before. It didn’t exactly go unnoticed how you liked it last time,” Mel said, still smiling so happily.

“It was special alright. Especially because of you girls,” I answered. Mel had no more questions nor responses. She kissed me tenderly on the lips, held me tight and hummed appreciatively. Hope came soon after. My passionate girl and fierce mature cougar. They rested their heads on my chest, and like that, we fell asleep.

*

“Bran,” Mel whispered in my ear.

I slowly woke up, stretching out and groaning. I had slept like a baby for the first in a good while. Beaten by the training, then drained by Mel and Hope. It had been an eventful time, for sure. Freya had even given me the week off before the next camp, which was much needed.

I looked to my right and to my left, where both Mel and Hope had laid. However, Mel had moved over to the dresser by the wall on her side of the bed. Hope was probably downstairs somewhere. I looked over at Mel who was fidgeting, squeezing each her finger in turn before doing it all over again.

“What’s up?” I groaned, sitting up in the bed.

“Please roll to the edge here… I need to talk… ask you something… I just can’t wait anymore. I’ve made up my mind,” Mel said, leaning in an unresty way against the dresser.

I quickly scooted down to the end of the bed looking for my pants. What was this about? She sounded serious. What had happened? I quickly started to scan my brain for what may have brought this on.

Mel didn’t respond right away. She came over to me, and knelt before me, resting her hands in mine. She had almost a nervous look on her. What did she have to be nervous about? She even looked a bit shy, scared of whatever she was thinking about.

“What’s up, Mel?” I asked, slightly alarmed.

“Bran… I know we have been experimenting a lot lately, you, Hope and I–”

“Mel, you know we–” I started, ready to take it all back if there had been any mistakes made.

“Please, let me finish,” Mel said, not even meeting my eyes. I was nervous now. “Listen to me for a second. I love you so much. More than you know. Do you understand? I love you. I don’t want anyone else, and I’d go into a monastery rather than to have any other than you. It sometimes physicall hurt how much when I try to think how much I love you. It’s all like a dream where my heart beat is kept alive by you. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I think so. What is going on, Mel? Did I fuck up? What did I do?” I asked. I knew I was on the verge of sounding hysterical, but I was getting real worried about why she started to talking like this, and then asking such questions

“Do you feel the same?” Mel said, her nervous gaze meeting mine.

“Yes, of course. You’re the best. I love you. Yes!” I answered.

“Do you want… Bran, do you want to marry me?” Mel asked.

I looked at her. Stared at her. Melissa, Mel for short. Mel had brown hair, always well-kept and lightly styled up, as she was a former hairdresser. Slightly taller than me, six foot, perhaps even six foot one. Cute freckles surrounding her blue eyes as they now looked up at me with hope written all across them. We were each others forbidden fruit. We learned so much about each other since we were colleagues way back when I worked as a janitor. I had fallen head over heels for her, and I later learned it was mutual, and ever since both our lives had been at an upward trajectory. We declared our love to one another and then moved in together. The more time we spent together, the more attached we became.

I looked at her. Dumbfounded. My life had been such a plain existence, now thanks to her I didn’t live a single month twice. It wasn’t just physical, I found her so loveable and admirable. From her personality to her caring nature. My pain was dedicated to her, everything I ever achieved I did for Mel.

And now she was on her knees asking me to marry her. She was asking me. I should be the one asking, no, begging. The thought of being Mel’s true husband was so far out of my dreams it hadn’t even occurred to me. Nothing would be better. I’d wear that badge with honor and pride, something I rarely did with anything.

“Yes,” I said, taking her hands up to kiss them. “I’d never thought you’d ask.”

Mel made a high-pitched sound as she threw herself on me, pushing me back into bed. She immediately found my lips and shoved herself into me, trying to devour me it seemed.

“I w-was gonna ask later, but I couldn’t wait anymore,” Mel said, snuggling her in to my chest. I could tell what it meant to her. I felt her warm up my chest with tears of joy as I held her as close as I dared to. “I even asked your dad for permission. And before you ask, I also talked with Hope. So if you truly want to, I think it will be alright.”

“Of course I want to, Mel. I’d love to. I’d chop of my arms to call myself your husband,” I said.

“I need you arms around me. Please hold me,” Mel said, looking up at me with eyes shining with nothing but sheer happiness. I wrapped my hands around her, holding her tight. “Your hands has always been so warm. Just like you.”

*

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