Like Mother, Like Daughter

Like Mother, Like Daughter

This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. All characters involved in any sexual activity are over the age of 18. Medical references are fictional and contrived to enhance the story. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

This was inspired by an earlier work of mine, "5 Cheerleaders and a Snowstorm"

Which can also be found here on Literotica.

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It was a blustery, snowy Friday afternoon in January. I had finished carrying and stacking a face-cord of firewood on the porch of my cabin. I already had almost a foot of new snow and it wasn't showing any signs of slowing down or stopping. I had a good fire in the fireplace and had started a fire in the cook stove. I had poured myself a glass of Southern Comfort and was watching the weather report on my satellite TV. "The unexpected snowstorm is showing no signs of abating. We have reports of over two feet of new snow at Climber's Pass...." And just like THAT the power failed and I was sitting in the dark.

This was not an unusual occurrence, living more than halfway up the side of the mountain. I got up and lit the two kerosene lamps sitting on tables in my one-room cabin. They provided adequate light for the small space, including the bathroom as long as you left the door open.

I went to check on the small generator and battery bank which would provide electricity for the water pump and reverse-osmosis water purification system. I had gone down to the city, about 50 miles away, just a few days before. I had stocked up on gasoline for the generator, basic supplies like toilet paper and paper towels, and had bought a case of green beans, and two cases each of beer and Southern Comfort. My freezer out on the porch was over half full of venison and other meat. So, all in all, I could wait out the storm for as long as it might take.

I picked up a book that I had bought when I was down in town. It was some kind of mystery that was on the 'best-selling list'. I was into the second chapter when there was all sorts of commotion on my porch. I had just risen from my seat and headed to the door when there were female voices, followed by a knock on the door. "What if no one's home?" I heard someone say just before I looked outside and saw two women on my porch.

I answered the door, "Can I help you?"

"I hope so!" said a woman standing next to the door. "We slipped into a ditch about a mile up the road from here. And we can't get any cell signal! I was wondering if you had a phone or some way that we could call a tow truck?"

I could see that neither of the women were dressed for the weather. The younger one had boots, but they were just for show with high heels and no tread or insulation! And she was wearing skin tight thin yoga pants!

I said, "Stomp the snow off of your shoes and come in. You must be freezing!"

As the women stepped in, I had them remove their shoes as they entered. I didn't want slushy snow tracked all over the place!

I only have two chairs in the living area. I had my book sitting on the seat and a drink on the table, so it was obvious where I had been sitting. I pulled in a kitchen chair, and suggested that everyone have a seat. I would call Bob down at the crossroads about ten miles away.

I asked again about where their car was located. While they said that it was a half mile to a mile away, from the description of the curve and deep ditch where the car had gone down into, I was pretty sure that it was about a quarter mile from the driveway into my cabin. But walking through the snow on unfamiliar roads undoubtedly seemed far longer. They said that the car was completely down in the ditch and there was no hope of getting it out without a tow truck.

I called Bob, and his wife answered. He was out on another call and had two more waiting. She asked what the snow was doing where I was, and when I told her she said that he might not be able to help until after the road had been cleared. I was just starting to ask another question when the line went dead.

I relayed this to the women and there was a collective moan. "When do you think that the tow truck will get here?" asked the younger woman.

"Well, I don't really know. Bob's wife said that he wouldn't try to come until after the road had been cleared. And they usually get the road over the pass cleared within a couple days after it stops snowing."

"DAYS???" Exclaimed the younger woman. "We can't stay out here for days!"

"Well, I suppose that you could walk back to the crossroads. It's only about ten miles!"

"We nearly froze to death getting here! How could we ever walk ten miles through this blizzard?"

"Your options are limited. You can walk, or you can stay here, or you can stay in your car. I don't control the weather; I don't control the road crews. I'm telling you what is normal. I live out here by choice and plan for inconveniences like this from time to time."

"Inconvenience? This is a fucking disaster!"

"Perhaps you could fly?"

"You don't have to be snotty about it!" She shouted in a screeching voice.

"OK. I have opened my door to you and given you shelter from the storm. I have called about a tow truck on your behalf. At this point the power and phone are out of service, and I never have cell reception here.

"I am willing to give you food and drink and shelter from the storm. In return I expect a level of civility, and for you to honor a few basic rules that will allow my cabin to continue to function properly.

"So we're going to be prisoners here for days?"

I bristled, "No, you are free to leave here any time you want. You may leave right now, if you want. But if you choose to stay, I expect you to be civil. Which will it be?"

She looked around then said, "I'll stay."

"And be civil to everyone around you?" I asked, pointedly.

"Yes." She said with a subdued voice.

"Why don't you all take off your coats and get comfortable. Would anyone like to join me with a glass of Southern Comfort? I had just poured a drink for myself. I drink it straight but I have some soda and lemon-lime if you want a mix. I also have beer. Make yourselves as comfortable as possible."

The women removed coats and stacked them on the bed. I pulled out some mismatched glasses and poured four fingers of Southern Comfort in each. Then everyone settled into seats and began to talk.

"So, where were you headed?"

The older lady said, "Just on down the road...."

The younger woman asked, "Why do you live way out here on the edge of civilization?"

"I don't view it as on the edge of civilization, but I just like the peace and quiet. It is a simple life, but satisfying to me." Then I shifted the conversation. "My name is Matt, by the way." I looked at the older woman and said, "And you are...."

She said, "Susan".

The younger woman identified herself as "Celice".

"I wish that it was under better circumstances that we were meeting. But we can try to make the best of it!"

I had been preheating the oven and said that I had been planning to bake some biscuits. I asked if anyone would like to help or just watch. Both women joined me in the kitchen. I stuck my arm in the oven to judge how hot it was, and then got out a mixing bowl.

"Where's the package?" the younger woman asked.

I was confused, "Package? What package?"

"You know! The one that you hit on the side of the counter so the biscuits pop out!"

I laughed. "I do it the old fashioned way!... like your grandmother, or maybe your great grandmother made them. Lard, flour, milk, a pinch of salt, and some baking powder."

The women looked at me like I had two heads! "Lard???" I heard the younger woman exclaim.

I mixed up a big batch, cut them up, and placed them on the tray, then put them into the oven. We all sat back down to talk. Soon there were comments of, "That smells good!", and "How soon will they be ready?" I smiled to myself.

When I checked on the biscuits they were almost ready. I set out a plate and a jar of honey plus a roll of paper towels. I removed the biscuits and stacked them on the plate. The women gathered around and I said, "I really like them warm with honey, like this," as I pulled one flaky biscuit in half and poured honey onto the open faces.

The women tried the fresh from the oven biscuits with honey. There were exclamations of "Delicious!" and "How did he do that?" and "It's magic!" I smiled.

We sat and talked, and enjoyed our drinks.

At a lull in the conversation, Celice, suggested a game of Truth or Dare! I was fine with whatever they wanted to do. I would do almost anything to help them to pass the time.

Celice went first, "Matt, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

"Are you hiding from the law or in trouble with the law some way? Are you an ax murderer?"

I laughed, "No to all of the above."

"Then why do you live way out here in nowhere? I know you said you love the peace and quiet, but that's not the real answer, is it?"

"Well.... I had been in the Army for several years. I was stationed over in the sandbox for a couple deployments before I got out. Shortly after I left the Army, my parents were killed in a car crash. I inherited their house and a little cash; I sold the house and moved out here. No one is giving me orders; no one bothers me. I hunt and fish in season if the weather is good. My freezer is full, even if my bank account is not!" I added with a laugh.

"OK, Susan, Truth or Dare?"

"Truth," she said.

"Where are you going and why are you here?" I asked.

She looked at me strangely. "Are you sure you want to know? It's a long story...."

"Well, it doesn't seem like any of us is going anywhere soon, so why not?"

"OK, here goes! I divorced Celice's father many years ago. He had always been a controlling and occasionally abusive husband and I had come to loathe him. But he had always kept me from working, so I was financially dependent on him for everything. I kept Celice away from him as much as possible.

But, I think that she was about 12 or so when he began to show an interest in Celice, an unhealthy interest in her. When I saw what he wanted, I knew that I had to do something. I took Celice, left, and went to my parents' house.

He showed up screaming and making threats. I got a restraining order. No one was surprised that he found that unacceptable! I got an associate degree and quietly moved far away. Celice and I have been able to live without his harassment, even though we always were afraid that he would come after us.

My mother had died several years ago. But when my father died, my ex found out where we were living. He came after us, and when he did he came with guns and baseball bats. He attacked our home. We ran, and we are still running. He remains livid that he doesn't own us; he still wants to control us, and I'm sure, he wants to use us. But I WILL NOT allow it! He can go screw himself!"

"Does he have any idea where you are now, or where you might be going?"

"I don't think so. But I don't know where we can go. I don't even know how I will pay for the tow truck when it comes!"

"Here are a couple things that you can count on: 1. You will be safe here with me. No one can harm you while you are here. 2. You don't have to worry about paying Bob for the tow bill. He's a friend and we will work out something." I said.

"How can you say that? If he would find us here, he would go ballistic! He would unleash hell on you and your home!"

"I told you that I had served. The likelihood of him having any luck in attacking here is near zero. And this is a real log cabin, made with solid logs. Just believe me when I say that you are safe while you are here!"

"OK. I believe you. But we can't hide here forever!"

"You may stay for as long as you want or need to. No strings attached. We have all been in situations we needed help. This is an opportunity for me to provide help."

"Well, since we are all snowed in here, I guess that we can delay any decision on that until later. At least until I have another biscuit and honey!"

After getting more biscuits and replenishing our drinks, we returned to our seats. I asked Celice, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare!" she exclaimed.

I looked at her and said, "Can you even bend over in those pants?"

With that she jumped up, turned her butt to me, and bent completely over and grabbed her ankles. She was certainly more flexible than I was. But that was NOT what I noticed first! The yoga pants pulled tight and clearly outlined her pussy lips! And they were stretched so thin that her thong panties were clearly visible! I gulped, and she returned to her seat with a knowing smirk on her face.

She then asked me, "Truth or Dare?"

I was afraid of what her Dare might be, so I said, "Truth."

"Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Celice!" exclaimed her mother.

"Well...." the younger woman said.

"That's OK. The short answer is 'yes'. I served in the Army and it was necessary. But, every time you do, you lose a little bit of your soul. I recommend that anyone avoid doing so, if possible!"

We had several additional rounds of innocuous questions and answers. I was curious about what future plans Celice might have. She appeared to be about 20 years old and was traveling with her mother and trying to avoid her father.

"What would you be doing or where would you be going if you weren't here with your mother?"

"Jumping your bones!"

"Celice!" Her mother exclaimed.

"That's not what I meant!" I blurted.

"I know, but that's exactly what I meant! It's exactly what I need!"

I got up and said, "I think that we're going to need some more firewood!" as I fled the room.

While I was outside I got to thinking about Susan's ex-husband. If he was as fixated on Susan and Celice as Susan said, and as volatile, maybe a few extra precautions would be prudent. The cabin had been owned by an old prepper who was paranoid that the government was going to attack him in his cabin. He had built shutters from 2x8 lumber that could be closed and barred shut. I had never used them but I had kept them in working order. I closed them all and would put the bars in place when I went back in.

It was still snowing like crazy, and I had just split and stacked several days' worth, but I needed to get out of the cabin! Something inappropriate would happen if I let that conversation continue! The vision of Celice's ass in my face, her pussy lips clearly visible, was etched in my mind!

I split about another face cord of wood, but there wasn't room for it on the porch. I had worked up a good sweat and burned off some energy. Maybe, now, my cock wouldn't be doing my thinking for me!

It was dark outside when I returned to the cabin. I turned up the lamps a bit, and placed the bars in place. I told the women that it was just a precaution.

Then I headed to the bathroom. "I'll have to leave this door open since the power is out, so I can see." I said as I stepped into the room. With no power, it would have to be a sailor's shower. After rinsing off I stepped out of the shower and began to towel off. As I was drying myself, I had a sense of being watched. I turned around and both Susan and Celice were sitting there watching me. And they were naked!

Both women were beautiful! They had lovely faces and eyes, gorgeous auburn hair, flat stomachs, and most attractive to me, large, full breasts. Before anyone said anything, my cock responded for me by rising and growing hard while they watched me and I watched them.

Both were sitting on the foot of my bed when I came out of the bathroom, my cock leading the way. I was surprised when Susan knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and pulled me closer by my cock. Then she opened her mouth and sucked my cock in as she swirled her tongue around and around.

My knees nearly buckled at the intense, delicious sensation! Celice took my hand and guided me around to sit on the bed while her mother followed, permanently affixed to my cock. She guided me to lie down, then she kissed me. It was a deep, warm kiss, but not as ferocious as I expected from her. Then she swung her leg over my head and placed her pussy right above my mouth!

It had been quite a while since I had been with a woman, but I had not forgotten everything I knew. I cradled her firm, round bottom in my hands and guided her to my mouth and tongue. I had one beautiful woman sucking on my cock and another beautiful woman sitting on my face. Somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good, because I thought that I had been transported to heaven!

I licked and sucked on Celice's pussy and clit, and she rode my face with abandon. Soon she was squealing and flailing above me, and then her mother was sucking spurt after spurt from my cock and was swallowing every drop.

When I was spent, Susan moved up beside me while her daughter cuddled up on the other side. Celice asked, "How long has it been since you were with a woman?"

"I guess it would be a little over two months." I answered quietly.

"I think that he needs to make up for lost time, don't you, Mom?"

"Yes! We should show him just how much we appreciate his warm hospitality!" Susan replied before giving me a warm kiss. I was sandwiched between two pairs of the most luscious breasts I had ever seen! I had received a fantastic blow job and Celice had one of the most unrestrained orgasms I had ever witnessed. I truly had died and gone to heaven!

But the room was getting chilly. Someone needed to put some more wood in the fireplace. And that someone would be me.

I was just thinking about getting up when I heard noises on the porch. I pulled on a shirt and grabbed my pants and headed to the door just as someone began pounding in it.

I slid the peephole and asked "Who are you and what do you want?" Anyone out in this weather had to be a damn fool!

"You have my wife and daughter in there and I want them! Don't try to lie, that skinny old lady told me that they were here, and I saw their car buried in snow just down the road."

"From what I understand, she is not your wife and the young woman is an adult and can make her own decisions. If there is a disagreement, I can contact the Sherriff and we can let him sort things out."

The man tried to force the door, but it was two layers of sturdy 2" thick oak with a sheet of steel sandwiched between. "You'll regret getting in the middle of this. I will get what's mine and anyone who gets in the way will be roadkill!" With that he stomped off.

I heard a snowmobile start up and whine away moments later. The women were huddled together, shivering, but not from the cold.

"It sounds like we all need to get dressed. From what you have said about him, he probably will be back soon."

"That was Harold alright. And he sounded pissed. What are you going to do? You're not going to let him take us, are you?"

"Not unless you really want to go with him, and I wouldn't recommend that. I have an emergency band radio that I can use to contact the Sherriff, and I have a good deer rifle and scope. He will NOT take you by force!"

"You'd fight him? Why?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. Now let me try to reach the Sherriff on the radio."

I reached the emergency dispatch office and they patched me through to the Sherriff after I explained the situation. I repeated the story to the Sherriff. When he asked, I said that I thought that I had over two feet of new snow. He knew some of my history and asked, "Do I need to pull in some deputies and try to make our way up there on snowmobiles?"

"That would take, what, three hours?"

"Probably more likely four or five."

"I expect everything will be over long before then. But you should check on Bob's wife."

"That's what I thought," said the Sherriff. Then he continued, "Make sure that he takes the first shot! Maybe old Silas' cabin will come in handy!" We signed off.

Susan asked, "Did I understand that conversation correctly? The Sherriff isn't coming?"

"What for? Everything will be done long before he can get here! He just reminded me that it has to be self-defense."

"Self-defense?"

"You said that you expect that he will come with guns, baseball bats, whatever. Right?" She nodded.

"I will not murder him. But I will defend myself and the people in my home! By any means necessary including lethal force.

"Now, you two get dressed and put on your coats. It's going to be chilly in here. And I have some preparations to do. When you are ready, I want both of you in the bathroom, it only has one small window."

I pulled out my deer rifle and a box of shells. I loaded the weapon and took a position at the rifle opening at the bottom edge of the shutter. I opened all of the glass panes on the inside, I didn't want glass shards scattered everywhere. I had a good view of the front of the cabin. The snow had finally stopped and the clouds had opened up to allow a nearly full moon to illuminate the scene.

About a half hour later I heard the whine of a snowmobile coming up the mountain. Harold was not subtle. He stood in the middle of the clearing and shouted, "Susan! Celice! You need to come out! You don't want this idiot's blood on your hands!"

He waited about 30 seconds, then he sprayed a full magazine from his AR-15 against the cabin. He had obviously modified the weapon for full auto, and he didn't even aim! He just sprayed it over the front of the cabin.

I had him in the sights of my scope, but I hoped that he would simply vent his anger and frustration then leave. But he loaded a second magazine and again began to blast away at the cabin, but this time he concentrated on the front door. Nothing gave way.

He took more time this time after inserting a third magazine. He spotted my barrel protruding from under a shutter. He began to open fire on the shutter in front of me.

I placed the cross-hairs of the scope on the middle of his nose, took a breath, relaxed, and squeezed. His head dissolved into a mist of red spray and his body collapsed.

"I closed the window panes and put extra wood on the fire. Then I got on the emergency radio. I was put through to Sherriff Thompson immediately. "It's over. The intruder has been neutralized. Come out at your earliest convenience to recover the body, investigate the scene, and take my statement."

"Did he shoot first?"

"He unloaded three magazines from an AR15. He finally started focusing his fire on my position and I had to return fire."

"I'm glad you showed restraint. I'll be out as soon as I can. Maybe, try to keep the women from viewing the scene."

"Will do. Thank you, Sherriff!"

Susan asked, "Is he dead?"

"Yes."

"I want to see him; I want to see for myself!"

"No, you don't. I placed a round in the middle of his head. There is nothing left to see except gore. You don't want to see that! Regardless of your dislike of him, you really don't want to see that!"

"You're a good man, unlike him. You protected us, and you still are, I guess."

I took both women into my arms. I could feel their tremors. And it had nothing to do with the room temperature. I poured three substantial portions of Comfort and sat in my chair with both women sitting on my lap. It was a little crowded but human contact was what they needed. Both women finished their drinks surprisingly soon, then Susan said, "I don't really want to fool around, but I would like to feel your body next to mine. I want you to hold me, hold us. I want you to wrap your strong arms around us and help us understand that we are safe! I want you sandwiched between us in your bed, holding us like you will never let go! Please?"

So it was that I ended up with two of the most beautiful women I had ever seen wrapped around me in my bed, naked. I held them, I caressed their hair, I told them that they were safe.

Slowly the tension flowed out of them, they relaxed, and slept. I was left sandwiched between two pairs of glorious breasts. I was left with my thoughts. As I reflected on the recent events, I realized that killing Harold Brown had cost me an insignificantly small piece of my soul. The world was a better place without him in it.

I also thought about the two beautiful women beside me. They looked SO much alike! I have been struck by a family resemblance before, but they look like twins, identical twins! Except that they are about twenty years apart!

I finally drifted off to sleep with those thoughts bouncing around in my head.

When I awakened the next morning two things struck my brain. There was a warm, soft hand wrapped around my erection and caressing my balls, and my nose was cold. While it was delightfully warm under the covers with two soft bodies next to me, it was very chilly in the room!

"Hold that thought!" I said to Celice. Then I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and then threw small logs on the fire, then larger ones, before turning back to the bed. Susan was lying with her legs spread wide and her arms up and inviting.

I immediately accepted her invitation as she pulled me up on top of her. She grasped me and guided me to the entrance of her vagina. I pressed forward, sliding part way into her. After a couple repeated attempts, I was embedded deep inside her. She tipped up her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist, then she spurred me into action.

I held her shoulders as I pumped into her as deeply as I could. Susan met my thrusts one for one! I watched her breasts bounce with every stroke. She was digging her nails into my shoulders as I drove my cock into her again and again. I was dripping perspiration onto Susan's breasts as I pounded into her.

Then she began flailing beneath me as her orgasm consumed her. That was all I needed. I began to spew my cum deep into her spasming depths. Again and again I jerked and spurted my semen into her as her vagina was contracting around my thrusting cock. I collapsed onto her heaving breasts as her legs splayed wide beside her.

I eventually rolled over, gathering my wits about me after the best sex I had experienced in a very long time. Celice kissed me. She stretched her body enticingly, making me remember that I am a man!

I rolled to her while her mother lay beside us, her legs splayed wide, and my cum dripping out of her pussy. I kissed and caressed Celice, loving the ripe fullness of her large breasts. I nibbled her neck and throat. I kissed her breasts and suckled at her nipples. Life was returning to my manhood.

I enjoyed the broad, flat expanse of her flat stomach before reaching the narrow, trimmed landing strip of her pubis. I nibbled along the valley between her legs and her body. Then I licked her puffy vulva, first one side then the other. Celice humped her hips to me as she moaned her need.

I traced her sex with my tongue, following from bottom to top and just avoiding her clitoris. Celice was in heat, she needed to have her sexual release, but I was going to make her beg for it!

I drew my tongue lightly through her slit, gathering a mouthful of her sweet juices and eliciting a moan. I lightly flicked her clit and she jerked. I ran my tongue slightly deeper along her dripping pussy to enjoy another load of her nectar. I flicked her clit again. Celice was moaning and humping her hips up towards me. I dipped deeper into her font of nectar and retrieved still another delicious mouthful of her sweet fluids. When I flicked her clit she cried, "Please!"

I circled my tongue around her sensitive little nub again and again. She was gripping the sheets and begging, "Please! Make me cum! Please! Give me your cock! Please! Please! Please!"

I began to suck on her clit while I slipped a finger into her tight pussy. I felt the slightly rougher area of her G-spot and caressed it while I sucked and licked on her clit. She screamed and lurched! She pumped and flailed as her orgasm crashed over her like a vast tsunami wave.

I continued for several moments, sending wave after wave of orgasmic contractions through her body. Then I quickly shifted position and slid my rampant erection deep inside her in one powerful stroke. I lifted her legs onto my arms as I caressed her breasts and filled her pussy with my cock.

Again and again I filled her with my manhood. I had recently had a climax and I could continue for a long while. I pumped into her again and again, shuttling my cock in and out through her contracting canal. She spasmed and flailed as my cock traveled deep into her vagina over and over. I was certain that I was rubbing my engorged member against her G-spot with every thrust. Her orgasms continued to roll over her unabated.

My passion was building higher and higher. I looked down on her bouncing breasts and it ratcheted up another notch, and another. And then I was shooting my seed into this beautiful young woman. With every thrust I poured more cum into her spasming pussy until I had nothing remaining. I collapsed onto Celice, then slipped to her side.

We all drifted off to sleep. Sometime later we got up. The cabin had warmed significantly so we had a naked breakfast. I made coffee, and then bacon and eggs, and warmed up some biscuits. As we sat eating I mentioned my observation about how extremely alike Susan and Celice appeared.

Susan said that there was a reason for that, but it was a bit of a convoluted story. Of course we weren't going anywhere, so I encouraged her to go ahead.

"Actually, I have never told anyone about this. Only my parents and our doctor, no one else knows this."

"I'm pretty good at keeping secrets." I said by way of encouragement.

"Harold had once been a high level biological researcher, but he was conducting some unauthorized, and ethically questionable, experiments on the side. He was canned. He got his teaching certificate, his science background of course far outstripped the requirements, but he became a teacher. He had been a science teacher at my high school, and he selected me. Over the years he groomed me to be his 'companion' or whatever. Before the end of my senior year, when I turned 18, we got married. It was quite the scandal! But I finished high school and graduated. He lost his job, but he expected that.

"I new that he had been married before, but it wasn't until after we were married that he told me that his first wife had insisted that he have a vasectomy. But he told me that there was still a way for us to have our baby.

"He was actually a fairly good scientist and had contacts throughout the scientific community. He said that he knew a researcher who was doing cutting edge work in reproductive biology and he would help us.

"Perhaps you are familiar with the big scientific breakthrough when they successfully cloned Dolly the sheep?"

At this point, I was afraid that I could see where this was going, but I nodded.

"This scientist friend was doing work, ethically questionable work, on human embryos. He took some sample cells, grew them in a test tube, or whatever. Then they impregnated me by artificial insemination. When my body was producing the right hormones and was otherwise ready, they removed the impregnated embryo and implanted the cloned cells.

"I'm sure that it was a lot more complicated than what I have said, but that is the essence of it. Nine months later I delivered a beautiful baby girl, who looks just like me!

"I have trouble in my own mind using a word other than daughter. Clone is far too clinical. We're 18 years in age different, but identical twin is the closest thing that makes sense. We are identical, except for anything that has happened since birth. We have identical DNA. We would make some 'nature vs. nurture' scientist really happy. But of course this was done outside of the auspices of the traditional scientific community."

"So you are identical!" I said as I looked from mother to daughter.

"Yes, but you're the only person who knows that!"

"I certainly will not tell anyone! But you are both beautiful!"

Celice chirped in, "You're just saying that because we're naked and trapped in this remote cabin with you! And you can ravish our bodies all day and all night! (I hope!)"

With that the younger twin encouraged me to pull my chair back. She sucked on my cock until I was as hard as iron, then she straddled the chair and impaled herself on my manhood!

Her breasts were nearly in my face and she lifted one to my mouth as she started to move and bounce on me. Celice rode me like a dressage champion at a posting trot. She rose and fell onto my cock with a steady rhythm. As she lifted herself her internal muscles tightened and gripped my erection. I thrust up into her with every stroke.

I was savoring my feast on her full breast and nipple, sucking and licking on her delicious breast. Her nipple grew long and plump in my mouth as I feasted on her. And her efforts increased in speed and intensity. I was pleased when she began to thrash against me with my cock embedded within her. I pumped into her spasming pussy forcefully as she rode her climax with peak after peak of pleasure.

I allowed her to collapse against my body, her breasts trapped against me as she gasped for air. I was still hard and filling her vaginal canal as she sat wrapped around me. Then she was kissing my face all over! I took her head between my hands and brought her lips to mine, and I kissed her gently, then deeper, then deeper still. I wanted her to know that our sex meant something important to me. I wanted her to know that I was not just fucking her. She pulled back and looked into my eyes, then she smiled.

I carried Celice to the bed and lay her on it. When I returned to the kitchen area Susan had cleared the dishes from the table. She had picked up the jar of honey and had dropped a dollop of honey onto each of her breasts, allowing the sweet syrup to run down her breasts and form large drops on her nipples. She was just dropping another gob of honey at the top of her vulva and was allowing it to slide over her pussy. Then she sat down on the table.

I stepped forward to enjoy my dessert. I began by licking and sucking on her breasts and nipples until they were completely clean and she was moaning her encouragement. I kissed her gently on her lips before she reclined on the table and opened her legs for me. I lapped at her pussy, running my tongue along her slit and gathering the sweet honey mixed with her flavorful juices. I delved deeper into her slit and teased her clitoris with my tongue until she was pumping her hips against my face.

I began to concentrate my attention on her engorged clitoris until she was begging me to take her. I began sucking on her clit as I slid my finger into her vagina, curling it slightly as I stroked her G-spot. Susan began pumping and flailing her hips as she convulsed with her first orgasm.

I lifted her legs onto my shoulders and plowed deep into her spasming vagina. I thrust powerfully into her again and again while she was rocked with climax after climax. In this position I was certain that my engorged cock was rubbing firmly against her G-spot. Her orgasms crashed through her body one after the next.

I was feeling my need boiling within me. With every stroke I was closer and closer to my own eruption. I thrust into Susan again and again, faster and deeper. The table was scooting across the kitchen floor as I drove myself ever faster and harder into this beautiful woman. Then my climax boiled over and erupted into her depths. I sprayed my semen into her core as blast after blast of my cum poured deep into her pussy.

I rested on Susan's chest for several minutes. Then, with my cock still deep in her pussy, I lifted her and carried her to the bed. The three of us kissed and caressed and enjoyed the delicious contact of our naked bodies against each other. Then we took a short nap.

Shortly after lunch the phone rang! This was surprising and exciting since it indicated that the phone lines had been repaired. Progress was being made to recover from the snow storm.

It was the sheriff saying that he would come out later this afternoon with a deputy to gather the body, investigate the scene, and take our statements.

Less than an hour later I heard the whine of a snowmobile coming up the mountain. The sheriff and deputy were pulling a sled filled with materials. He stopped at the cabin to advise me that they would gather the body and take a look at the scene, then they would come in to take statements from each of us.

They wandered around the property and found Bob's snowmobile and drove it up to near the cabin. They inspected the bullets that had peppered the cabin, then they came to the door. I greeted the sheriff and deputy and invited them in.

The sheriff asked if I would mind waiting outside while they took statements from the women. Of course I complied. Their statements were essentially identical since they had been together throughout the entire event.

I told my story for the record, which was essentially the same thing I had told the sheriff over the radio. He said that he had gathered Harold Brown's weapons and samples of the slugs from the wall of the cabin. He apologized, but said that he would have to take my rifle in for testing as well. I said that I had expected that and that I had not cleaned the gun for that reason.

He showed Susan the driver's license for Harold Brown to confirm that he was the assailant and her ex-husband. She was relieved by the confirmation that her tormentor would not bother her any more. He said that he would notify the authorities in Southern California where Mr. Brown lived so that they could handle things down there.

When the sheriff and deputy were gone, the women let out a collective sigh. "I'm glad that is over!" She exclaimed. "I didn't realize how much of a strain it was putting on me!" Then she reached down and pulled off her top! "We need to celebrate!" she said as she was pulling off her pants.

Soon we were all naked. Susan said, "I don't think that I will ever get enough of your cock!" She lifted her legs high and wide making it clear what was on her mind.

We had warm, wonderful, life-affirming sex. We shared everything that was good between two people. We opened ourselves to each other and gave freely. We made love.

Celice watched and smiled.

All three of us cuddled and hugged in the bed. I told them that they were welcome to stay as long as either or both of them wanted. Susan said that she wasn't a freeloader, but I said life at the cabin was a simple life. In the spring they could plant and tend a garden. If they wanted chickens we could have a nice flock for fresh eggs and meat. I would fish and hunt to fill the freezer in season. We could have a good life together.

Another night before sleep time I asked Susan, "Is it correct that you are Mrs. Brown?"

"I guess, why?"

I began to caress Celice's breasts, then said, "Mrs. Brown, you've got a lovely daughter!" Then I kissed Celice and continued to caress her. She responded with a moan and a whispered, "Yes!" Then I suckled on first one side then the other. I kissed my way down her body until I reached the apex of her thighs. There I lapped at the nectar flowing from her pussy. Her chalice was filled with her delicious love potion and I savored it as I swallowed mouthfuls of her juices.

Celice humped her hips against my face and moaned, saying that she wanted me to fill her pussy and make her cum and cum and cum. I teased her clitoris with my tongue until she was begging for release, then I began to suck on her sensitive little nub while I slipped a finger inside her pussy to stroke her G-spot.

Susan had tears in her eyes when I finished. "Well, we're certainly not going anywhere soon!" I hoped that it would take the road crews until spring to clear the road!

I called Bob's wife to ask if she was OK, and had gotten over the ordeal with Harold Brown. She said that the sheriff had brought back their snowmobile, and she was doing fine. I told her that she could put the women's car in the ditch to the bottom of Bob's to-do list. Both Celice and Susan smiled when they heard me saying that.

We had sex and made love every morning and every night and sometimes once more in the middle of the day. Sometimes it was Celice and me, sometimes it was Susan and me, sometimes it was all three of us, occasionally it was just Celice and her mother. But it was all good.

Eventually the power was restored and we could use more water. Unfortunately the shower wasn't big enough for all three of us. In fact it was pleasantly snug for two of us, but we traded around, and I took more than twice as many as usual!

The road crews were working on opening the road and I had spent time snow blowing my driveway and had things cleared out adequately to be able to get my Jeep out to the road for when they had cleared the road. As the day the road would be opened came closer and closer, I could feel that Susan was torn by the decision to stay or go. I repeated my offer to them that they were welcome to stay as long as they would like.

Susan and Celice stayed at the cabin for about two weeks after the road opened, until I received a call from the sheriff. The authorities in Southern California had contacted him to try to reach Susan. He had the name of an attorney down there who was trying to reach her.

When she called, the lawyer said that it was in regard to the estate of Harold Brown, recently deceased. He said that he would pay for all of her travel expenses, but he needed her to come to finalize details for the estate. Susan was confused, not understanding what she could possibly do to finalize her ex-husband's estate. But if they were paying for the airfare and lodging, etc., she said that she would go.

Arrangements were made, and we were all sad that she was leaving. But we made the most of it by being naked all of the time and making love several extra times each day before she left. We hugged and she cried when she left.

Celice and I tried to make up for the void around us by making love several extra times each day. I never tired of looking at her beautiful naked body!

Susan called every day to let us know that she had arrived safely, and just to check in with us. The second day after she had left, she was meeting with the lawyer. When she returned to her room she called. "You'll never guess what that bastard did!" She exclaimed. "He had never changed his will since before our divorce! I am his sole beneficiary. The lawyer said that he thinks that the total value of his estate is in excess of one and one-half Million Dollars!!! I have instructed him to sell everything possible at a fair market value. I have a check for $40,000 that I will need to deposit when I get back!"

Then she paused, "Were you serious about us all living together at the cabin and planting a garden and raising chickens and everything?" She asked uncertainly.

"I certainly was!" I exclaimed.

"Now, I won't feel like a freeloader. Celice and I can pay our share of the expenses. Now I can accept your offer! Right, Celice?"

"Actually, Mom, I was planning to accept that offer whether you were going to or not!" Celice said as she sat naked on my lap.

"So that's the way it is? I'm gone two days and I don't have a place in the bed to return to??" Susan said with a laugh.

"Momma, there will always be a place in the bed with Matt and me!" I seconded that.

When Susan returned we all celebrated. We were naked and we enjoyed our loving relationships in every way we could imagine. I made love to Susan when she first arrived. She and Celice made love together in a 69 and I entered Celice from behind while her mother was licking her clit. After a break and showers Susan rode my cock while Celice rode my face until we all climaxed again.

After lunch Susan said, "I have been thinking about a couple things... What would you think about getting a king sized bed?" That was met with agreement all around. "And, is there any way that we could install a shower for three??"

"Let me think about how we might be able to manage that." I said.

Celice said, "While we are talking about changes...." We both looked at her expectantly, "What would you think about adding a baby to our unconventional family?"

I picked her up and kissed her. "Do you mean it? Do you want to marry me?"

"Actually, getting married would be nice, I guess. I just want to have your children and live my life with you. If you want to get married, I would like that too, I guess."

"Celice, will you marry me?"

"Yes, you goose, I think that I just said that I would!"

"Susan, would you be my live-in mistress? I unfortunately cannot marry both of you!"

"You know that I will."

The End