My mum's girlfriend, part 3
By K  Brown
The holiday, part 1


During last weekend's meal at my Mother's house, where Sam easily beat my
boyfriend at arm wrestling, Mum had suggested for the four of us to take a
Mediterranean break for a week. My boyfriend seemed thrilled for us to go
together, and I was too truth be told. I also felt incredibly ill at ease with
it though as I really felt that I would be going with the wrong partner.
Whereas my Mum would have a room with her lesbian lover Sam, I would be with
my very nice but what I felt to be inferior boyfriend, to the real passion and
desire of my life, Sam. Yes, I was now beginning to feel that my admiration,
sexual desire and physiological responses when I was around or even thought
about Sam were stating to border on love. I felt rotten for having these
feelings though as I knew that Sam was my Mum's soul mate and that they
seemed deeply in love. In fact, I have never seen Mum as happy as during her
time with Sam. Although they have not seemingly gone public yet, my Dad does
not know about Sam, nor do Mum's friends,  the neighbours or work colleagues.
I only found out as I began to have my suspicions and pieced things together
(see my mum's girlfriend). My feelings of the holiday were mixed, I was both
looking forward to it as I would be going on holiday with Sam, but dreaded the
jealousy I would inevitably feel at Mum being the one with my Sammy. Mum had
made the reservation for us to fly out to Spain in four days time on a late
booking deal. Mum and Sam had cleared their respective work commitments as far
as possible; I was owed annual leave and my boyfriend was to throw a sickie.
The only potential problem was that Mum could only spend the first four nights
due to unalterable business at work. She said that as the package was so
reasonable and great a deal, it was worth her getting a return flight earlier
whilst the rest of us stayed for the full week.

Since this meal and the holiday booking, Sam was continually talked about
between my boyfriend and I. He would keep going on about her "arm wrestling
strength", with me waxing lyrical along the same lines, but also focusing on
her gentleness,  warmth and what an amazing person she is. We both seemed
besotted.

On the day of the holiday, with Sam's pick-up truck being largely her work
vehicle, the four of us went to the airport in Mum's car. When they collected
us there were already Mum and Sam's suitcases on the roof rack.  Sam offered
and insisted on placing placed mine and my boyfriend's cases in the boot of
the car (being the gentlemanly lady that she always is) . In the car on the
way, the subject of Sam continuing her exercise regime whilst on holiday was
raised, with her saying that she would just do press-ups in the room  to off
set the lack of weights and punch bag. Mum also said that Sam would miss her
weekly football match, which Sam dismissed stating that it  would not compare
to the holiday. Mum remarked how much Sam loved playing football and reached
across to her in the passenger seat and stroked her shoulder for a minute or
so in tenderness and pride perhaps. Sam said that her specific training for an
arm wrestling competition, which takes place in two weeks time, would have to
be put on a back burner until we get back home. The journey to the air port
took around and hour.

The flight was to take around three hours with my Mum sat against the window,
Sam in the middle, me against the isle, with my boyfriend directly across the
isle. Mum and Sam seemed very relaxed as the flight progressed  and I noticed
that mum kissed Sam's bare shoulder a couple of times and that they had been
holding hands. I felt good to be also sat next to Sam though, with my hand
brushing against her free hand several times and actually remained touching it
for a while.  As time wore on and most passengers, our group included,
becoming restful,  and as we were both wearing sleeveless tops, as my upper
arm rested on Sam's, it  was such  a beautiful feeling as our bare skin
touched. Her triceps and shoulder felt so solid and muscly, which they were,
with the contrast of her silky soft skin feeling such a beautiful combination.
I then relaxed into a day dream  and rested my head on Sam's bare strong and
pronounced shoulder with my eyes shut.  It must have looked quire a sight as
there Sam was, this obviously extremely muscle bound and incredibly naturally
beautiful, angelic looking woman, with my Mum laying her head on Sam's left
shoulder and me snuggling up on Sammy's right shoulder. Sam's left arm was
around Mum and her right by her side, with my fingers having clasped hers as I
rested my head on her shoulder. I slowly turned my face towards Sam's and took
in both the silkiness of her face and her gorgeous natural smell. She seemed
to be dosing with her head rested on the chair head rest. My lips were now
mere millimetres away from her face and I actually pursed my lips slightly so
that I rested a kiss just above her cheekbone, on the bulge of her right
cheek. I must have remained in this position for a full two minutes before Sam
rolled her head in a slumber to her left, separating my lips from her cheek,
with it being noticeable to me that a tiny amount of my sliver from my lips
parted from her cheek. I felt absolutely sure now that both mum and Sam were
asleep. I knew for a fact that my boyfriend was fast asleep on the other row
as I could hear occasional snores. Sam's fingers were still in my hand and I
inched towards her face again, this time just resting my cheek on hers.  I
again pursed my lips against her cheek but this time gave her a definite and
pronounced kiss.  I began to relax after this into an actual sleep.

I was awoken by my boyfriend squeezing my arm from across the isle and saying
that we will be landing soon. My head was still resting on Sam's shoulder,
although no longer against her face as she had now moved her head position. I
could see that both she and Mum were awake, as they were talking about what
they could see through the plane window. As I lifted my head up, Sam turned to
me, saying "You had a good sleep Katherine". We exchanged smiles and eye
contact (with me briefly contemplating whether she had felt me kiss her) and
put on our seat belts in readiness for landing. I was horrified to think that
he may have noticed my kiss.

The flight and transfer to the hotel went as well as could be expected. It was
surprising for for us though that thirty or so people also destined for our
hotel were also on our bus. This meant that by the time we got checked in at
reception we were tired and there was a large queue for the lifts. Both Mum
and I could not manage to carry our heavy cases up the six flights of stairs,
so we declined when my boyfriend stated that we should take the stairs to beat
the queues.  He actually started making his way with his suitcase towards the
stair case saying that he would see us up there.  Sam concurred that it was a
good idea given the large build up of people and their luggage queueing ahead
of us for the lift and offered to carry both mine and Mum's suitcases, along
with her own up to the rooms. She used a security strap from her suitcase to
interlock mine and Mum's cases, by threading the strap through our case
handles and respective security straps. She then hoisted them up onto her
shoulder, steadied them with her right hand and picked up her own case by it's
handle with her left hand.  She then gestured for Mum and I to go first and
proceeded to follow us up the stairs. By floor number five, we had caught up
with my boyfriend who was taking a breather in the stairwell as he was
beginning to struggle. He picked up his case though on seeing Sam emerge
behind Mum onto the fifth floor landing carrying three suitcases. According to
the airport weighing scales, Sam was carrying cases weighing 22, 22.5 and
24.5kg respectively. By the time we reached the top, my boyfriend was
breathing heavily and dumped his 24kg case down on the spot. Remarkably, Sam
appeared to be as fresh as a daisy and walked in front of us all with the
three cases, still two on her right shoulder and one in her left hand.She
stopped by my boyfriend whose breathing was clearly heavy and offered to
come back for his case.  My boyfriend picked his case up saying "No, no, no"
and gestured for Sam to go ahead. Sam then proceeded along the corridor and
put the cases down and began detaching mine from Mum's.  My boyfriend was not
yet on the landing though, he must have still been exhausted from the six
flights of stairs whilst carrying a heavy case. He came round the corner into
view as I wheeled my case towards my room and as Sam cradle-carried Mum over
the threshold of their room.

Later on the day of arrival, after we had unpacked and had lunch, I called in
on Mum and Sam's room. As Mum invited me in, Sam was in the middle of the
floor performing press-up exercises.I asked if I had come at a bad time. She
lifted her head to smile at me, said "Don't mind me",  and continued with her
press-ups. I asked Mum how long she has been doing this, with Mum answering
rather precisely, "Three minutes, I am timing her" adding that "this is her
"Set of 750". I blurted out "How many!", with Mum repeating whilst giggling
"750". Mum and I sat on the bed talking, but essentially both watching Sam do
press-ups. My eyes hardly tore away from her and I thought just how immensely
fit she must be to do press-up after press-up at such an incredible pace. Her
strength was clearly immense as she just kept going and going. After what
seemed like ages, she suddenly came to a rest and said "750". Mum said that
she had taken eleven minutes and three seconds non stop to do this. Sam now
sat up in a kneeling position and did a few arm and shoulder stretches as she
knelt. My voice was now quavering out of passion or excitement and I blurted
out "Unbelievable Sam, seven hundred and fifty press-ups". She returned this
with a smile and said "Thank you... I just cant seem to give myself a day
off... Especially not after being cooped up in the plane". I asked if she
enjoyed the flight, "It was good, nice in places she replied".  "Now for 500
more, so sorry to be boring". I said "Your not" as she began relentlessly
press-upping away as before. This time though, she placed her hands closer
together, with me thinking that I had not seen such a a feat of strength  or
muscles bulging and rippling quite like Sam's were.  She still took her chin
down almost as low as the floor during each downward movement and extended her
arms almost fully when she pressed up.

Sam was wearing a pair of white shorts and a yellow vest, which meant that
the muscles in her back, shoulders and arms cold be clearly seen contracting
away and rippling. She looked a  physical phenomenon, but I thought that she
always is though! Some time later Sam announced "500", with Mum informing that
she had completed these in seven and a quarter minutes.  Sam again moved to a
kneeling position. she smiled beguilingly at Mum as she knelt down, only this
time breathing more heavily. Mum moved from the bed, crouched down and placed
both hands on Sam's silky strong thighs and kissed her quickly on the lips.
Sam said "Oh, come here" and swept mum into an embrace, engulfing her with her
muscular  arms. I thought that Sam's arms looked just so strong and powerful
that she could easily crush Mum's ribs if she was not careful. Mum exclaimed
out in pleasure and hugged her back.  At this moment though a knock could be
heard on the door. At this Mum and Sam detached their arms and body's and
Mum answered the door to my boyfriend. He could be heard saying "Katherine
called by here a while ago ". Mum then invited him in and said, "Just ignore
Sam, she is finishing her last set of press-ups". Sam and my boyfriend said
"Hi" before she placed her fingers on the floor, with left and right hand
fingers and thumbs touching to form a triangle shape, before bursting into
action as she had for the previous two sets. My boyfriend observed,
"Triangular press ups" , chirping in soon after with  "Me and some of the the
guys do them at the gym, they are well hard" He held his gaze on Sam pumping
away at her triangular press-ups, with his face seemingly to look increasingly
astounded as he watched Sam make light work of what he had described as being
"Hard".

This time Sam came to a halt quicker, with Mum exclaiming "that is it, 200".
Mum informed that she had completed these in three minutes and three seconds.
She again went to kneel but this time moved her right foot forwards so as she
was kneeling with her left knee, with her right foot crouched on the floor.
Mum was the first to comment on what I am sure we were all thinking and said
"Your arms looked well pumped".  "My lungs feel as though they are" Replied
Sam. In truth though, she only appeared to be a bit beyond moderately
breathless. My boyfriend enquired "How may did she do in total". Mum clarified
"1400 across three sets".  My boyfriend looked too dumbstruck to form a
reply,  merely sitting open mounted gawking at Sam . As she crouched on the
floor, her muscles and veins bulged and ballooned almost beyond words. Mum
passed Sam a glass of water and offered to massage her back and arms after she
had finished stretching, which she said would be brilliant. Sam explained in
reply to my boyfriend's query on the subject, that she likes press ups as they
are brilliant for developing strength and work her arms, shoulders, neck, lats
and core brilliantly. Sam's arm stretching also took in some shadow boxing,
where her speed and variety of punches had us all spellbound. after fifteen or
so minutes of stretching and punching, Mum said to Sam "Come here Missy, it's
time for your massage". Sam sat on the floor against the bed with Mum sat on
the bed to begin massaging her back and shoulders. Sam appeared to be  so
smoothed by Mum's dexterous firm hands massaging, rubbing and beating at each
individual muscle in her outer back, lats and shoulders. Sam said how
wonderful this was in making her feel better and soothing muscle strain and
inflammation; aiding her muscles' recovery. Mum had been massaging Sam  for
around twenty minutes when she asked Sam if she could do her arms after giving
her fingers a break. I was desperate to take over at this point and actually
offered to make a start on Sam's arms. Mum looked at Sam who nodded, before
saying "She is all yours Katherine!

Mum suggested that whilst I massage Sam she would take a shower. As I
deliberated on what was that best was to approach this, my boyfriend suggested
that the  most comfortable way of massaging her arms would be for me to sit
crossed legged on the floor, with Sam to also sit also cross legged directly
in front of me. He stated "Same as when you massage my arms, not that you have
done for ages".  He watched as we positioned ourselves, with Sam sat cross
legged directly in front of me- with me facing her back. My fingers were
trembling in anticipation as they gently made contact with the front of Sam's
biceps. I have touched Sam's bicep before (see part My mum's girlfriend part
2) but I was still flabbergasted by how incredibly solid and gargantuan in
size they were to the touch. Initially I did not so much as massage her biceps
but caress and feel them, as I stroked them with my fingers and periodically
squeezed and prodded the huge mounds of muscle, that formed them and shaped
sculpted angels, bulges and crevices. It was possible to observe the muscle
group of her arms in an indepeendent way.  I began massaging each bicep with
a hand on each, but soon found this hard work as, unlike my boyfriend's, I
could not encompass anywhere near her entire muscle with the fingers of one
hand. Also, my  fingers were already beginning to ache as I was attempting to
do the equivalent of massaging a rock under silk and could not create any
indentation at all on her steel like muscles. I was also becoming more
overcome with desire and excitement as I caressed her so smooth,  supple and
alluring arms. Sam told me not to be nervous and to relax, perhaps in
perceiving that my breathing was becoming heavier and my hands were
continuing to  tremble. I distracted this by remarking exactly what I was
thinking saying "Goodness, your muscles are just so enormous, way to big and
strong for my little dainty fingers". Sam said to this "I'm sorry" and
suggested I use both hands, massaging an arm at a time. My boyfriend
interjected protesting that I can manage his and should be able to also manage
her's . Mum entered the room again at this point as she had forgotten her
toiletry bag and laughed at my comment on Sam's muscles, expressing "Join the
club Katherine, it is hard work trying to apply meaningful pressure on them at
any time, lest alone when she has just done as good as one and half thousand
press-ups! She then  told me  "Do not even dream of massaging her muscles
with only one hand as they are far too rock hard and big for you to handle".
She then laughed and said "Not that you would ever dream of Sam's muscles". I
laughed nervously, knowing otherwise and agreed with Sam and Mum that both
hands was the way to go. Mum returned to the shower room but my boyfriend
continued his protest that I should be able to  manage with one hand. I felt
a bit irked by this as I had clearly said that my fingers were aching and that
i was struggling and I actually  told him the reality of the situation that
that her muscles are quite a lot larger and much more dense and strong than
his. He could scarcely argue at this but went on to state "I bet my arms are
at least as big if measured". I stated that the problem was not fat around the
muscle like he has and demanded  him to be quiet as this as it is Sam's
relaxation time. She tried to diffuse things by stating "He is quire right, my
muscles perhaps do look larger but that is probably down to my low body fat
and being a slim woman". She commented that this can make her feel
uncomfortable when wearing a very delicate dress.  She also defended me too
in saying "Different body shapes require different techniques to massage and
you have to use the approach that works for you".  I told her that it
definitely is more comfortable using both hands.

As I massaged her right tricep using two hands, I commented on her skin
quality, saying that If I closed my eyes and ignored her bulging muscles, that
her skin feels easily as soft and smooth as a 14 year old girl's.  Sam said
that this is merely attributed to her using sun lotion on a daily basis on
areas exposed to the sun and elements and occasional moisturising cream.

I must have continued to massaged her biceps and triceps for ten minutes each
before she she said "That should do it". She smiled and said "Katherine, you
are so good at this,  thank you so much". She held eye contact as she said
this and I beamed a smile of happiness at her approval. It felt so right and
natural in this moment,  given that we had such close physical contact, to to
kiss her lips.  I instead reached up with my hands and stroked her right
tricep and said "Tired Sammy muscles" in a slightly childish voice . My hands
remained on her arm as she smiled warmly and replied "Better Sammy muscles",
locking her eyes on mine, and after a few moments pause saying  "Thanks to
you Katherine". I was so overcome that I  leaned down and gently planted a
tender kiss on the  the very pronounced  rounded mound of muscle on her
right tricep that my hands were clutching  and echoed back to her in bated
breath "Better Sammy muscles".  I then gave another kiss on her bare
shoulder. She laughed briefly, smiled and said "Thank you Katherine that was
blissful, you definitely made them better". Her green eyes and incredibly soft
angelic and stunningly naturally beautiful face, with small and very light
cluster of freckles on her cheeks, looked right back at me and my smile was
now uncontrollable. I had forgotten myself in this moment and I did not even
notice the door open and close, with Sam suddenly breaking the spell I was
under by saying "Where has he gone". I looked round and realised that my
boyfriend must have left the room. I looked back at Sam and said "Don't mind
him, he perhaps went to shower".  She then said, "You will have to do that
again sometime". As Sam and I sat kneeling on the floor facing one another ,
Mum came back in, wrapped in a towel. Sam told her that I gave her a brilliant
massage to which Mum expressed her approval. I said that I needed to go and
shower also as we were planning on going for a drink tonight. Mum said that
she and Sam were planning to go out too after Sam has showered. I agreed to
look out for them in the bar area.

When i got back to the room, my boyfriend was laying on the bed with the
television on. He did not speak when I entered. I duly sat on the other side
of the bed and asked him where why he left. He paused before replying "It felt
as if I were in the way". I asked him what he meant by that with him saying
"You looked as though you enjoyed that massage a bit too much Katherine".
"Meaning"  I retorted. He fired back with "Honestly, you couldn't stop
yourself from fondling  her muscles could you, probably out of sheer
pleasure? I was almost shocked and said "Are you serious?" He paused and
replied "I think so, it was written all over your face" . I reiterated that I
had just given her a massage that was all. He also reaffirmed that I was
giving her muscles  "A fondling". He then  mimicked my voice stating more
loudly "Tired Sammy muscles".  I ignored that almost out of embarrassment (as
I had said it in the moment for Sam's ears only) and confessed to being
impressed by Sam's arm muscles and enjoying massaging her but continued to
press the point of  "What are you implying by that". He said rather
sarcastically "Why in the name of sanity would you feel the need to kiss her
arm". I said that is "What girl's do",  telling him that woman are are
"Warmer, more sensitive and tactile".  He appeared to become thoughtful and
said "I don't know, you went over the top". He then suggested  "lets just
forget it". I said "No, you can't say all that and then not get to the point".
He said there is no point really, "I was just a bit jealous". His voice was
calmer now, shaky but calmer. "What, Jealous of her muscles" I replied, also
more calmly. "Yes"  he admitted gingerly without making eye contact. "I don't
feel really feel like a man when she is around" he said rather pathetically. I
tried to tell him not to be silly and that she is a woman and that he is a
man, but he exclaimed " Why would anybody need to do that many press-ups?". I
said that because she can and pointed out that Sam was just exercising and
that we walked in on her already doing them. I said that she is incredibly
strong and nodody, man or woman should feel bad because they cannot compete
with her. He nodded but added that he was also jealous that I was massaging
her arm muscles. I asked if he had wanted to massage them. He hesitated and
said "Ye...", before sheepishly interjecting himself saying"Yes, it is not
that, I was jealous as you were massaging her and not massaging me". I thought
it best to draw a line under it at this stage and said that I was sorry. He
then said that he knows what Sam is like and that he should just accept
things. I agreed that she is a very unique woman and with his plan to accept
things for what they are.

We then cuddled on the bed. I quickly felt that he had become aroused and he
said softy "shall we make love". I was also yearning for sex and readily
agreed. I thought that Sam was definitely the fuel for both our fires and it
was a much more energetic and wild start than what is normal for us. As my
boyfriend pumped away, penetrating me deeply and with my internal thoughts of
Sam, I could feel the stirrings of  climax. Disappointingly though,  my
boyfriend was so steamed up that he came very quickly, which was very
extremely intense but alas, to soon. He held his climax very deeply though,
with gazed eyes and fast and heavy breathing. After he dismounted me, he went
to the bathroom to remove a full condom.

I lay motionless on the bed, with thoughts of Sam whirring around my head and
body, as I thought back to the massage, and her saying "That was blissful"
after I kissed her arm and shoulder. Did she mean the massage was blissful or
my kiss or both. I was stirring inside so much that knew orgasm was close. As
my boyfriend vacated the bathroom and came back in, I made my way in the
opposite direction and climaxed myself behind the locked  door whilst
fantasizing about Sam.I had been doing this for some time in truth, with the
only difference being that he had serviced me very hard prior to this one,,
with him also almost certainly thinking about Sam as he did so. In time,  I
showered and returned to the room.

It has to be said that the hotel we were staying in was rather nice, clean and
with a good standard of decor. The only slight negative was a bunch of rather
rowdy men in the room opposite. This was already  proving to be a bit of a
problem, with them talking loudly and laughing loudly. I hoped that  this was
not not going  to also recur in the night-time.  As I sat in the room with
my boyfriend, Sam was almost on my mind completely.  All that I could think
of was her. Suddenly that background noise of the lads across the corridor was
overtaken by a sharp  creaking and thumping noise.  It was loud and
repetitive and coming from the next room.  I soon realized that the noise was
 being created by Mum and Sam's bed and head board, creaking and  bashing
vigorously against the wall.  In fact it completely drowned out the lads
noise. My boyfriend speculated what on earth was making the noise as it
sounded like "Very heavy love making", but he was bamboozled as "They are both
women". I kept quiet about the strap on dildo that I found in Sam's bedside
draw in Mum's house. They (or she, Sam) must have been being mega athletic in
bed as the bed was clearly being pushed to its last legs. It went on and on
for several minutes before I could make out a muffled scream of pleasure,
which sounded like Mum. The noise then stopped for a few minutes before
continuing just as hard and vigorously as before.  I thought that if Sam had
hit me as hard and strong I would be in heaven!  It did give me a reality
check though as it jolted Mum back into my head and made me think of my own
Mother having sex. I asked my boyfriend if we could go out, which we did
leaving the sound of Mum screaming with pleasure for a second time and the bed
continuing to thump. thump. thump. One down the corridor and turning into the
stair well, with Sam's noise behind us, I went to enjoy myself with my
boyfriend as best that I could.