Thanksgiving Day Blessings - Part Two By Wanderer Some things are even better than turkey for Thanksgiving This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 18 or laws in your country forbid you to do so. So come the weekend before Thanksgiving Day, on Saturday, we loaded up some clothes and bags into Erika's car and drove up to Maine. Erika says, "Here's home." We drove through a gate and up a long driveway, past hay, and horses, and cows, and crops, and farm equipment out in the fields, and I can see this is a real working farm, no wonder Erika has a farm girls' type of body. "There's the house, on top of the hill," Erika says, and she drives up, tooting her car horn all the way. Here comes a woman, leaping down the four stairs leading up to the front porch with the rocking chair and all that farm stuff, without touching any of the stairs, her short skirt flying. Well, if Erika is built like an amazon this woman IS an amazon. I've never seen legs like that - she lands with her two feet touching the ground at the same time and huge quadricep muscles explode out of her thighs. I've got an instant erection. She runs over to the car and flings the passenger side door open and lifts me out of the seat as easy as if I'm a bag of groceries. "Erika," mother Adams says, "you brought me a present!" Only she doesn't look old enough to be Erika's mom, she looks more like a sister. Now mom gives me a great big welcoming kiss on the lips and she forces her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. "Oh, mom," Erika giggles, "don't scare him, I like this one." By this time Erika has gotten out of the driver's side of the car, and mom switches me over from lying in her two big muscular arms to ride on her right hip and she runs around to the driver's side of the car and she easily scoops Erika up with her free hand and puts Erika on her left hip and mom is holding her daughter and her guest pressed hard against her body, dancing around with the two of us like we weigh nothing at all, and laughing. "Erika, I missed you so much," mom says, "you've never been away from the farm like this before, I'm not sure I'm going to let you go back to the university," she giggled. "And maybe we'll keep your boy friend, too - he's cute!" she laughed, and this time pulling me tight into her more than ample bosom and giving me another kiss, this time though on the cheek, not the lips. "Mom!" Erika said. "Stop seducing my boy friend! We just got here! Wait until after dinner!" And Erika broke down laughing. Well, I was glad these two women found it funny, but I was feeling a little awkward. This "mom" was absolutely gorgeous. If someone said "Pick!" I would have a hard time. I loved Erika, but damn! Her mother was one damn fine woman. Oh, I couldn't screw my girl friend's mother. Well, maybe I could. These thoughts were filling my head as mom carried both Erika and me up the four stairs and into the farm house. I put my left hand around mom's neck just to secure myself from falling and I could feel the swelling of her powerful trapezius muscle as she held our combined weight of maybe three hundred or more pounds effortlessly. Mom carried us into the spacious living room and set us both down. Then she says, "Oh, silly me, I forgot your bags," and goes bounding out of the house just like before, jumping down the four stairs without touching any of them, and grabs the four big bags out of the trunk, the smaller ones under her arms and the bigger ones in her hands, and bounds back up the stairs. In the meantime I'm enjoying the looks I'm getting of those damn huge thighs with the quad muscles flexing back and forth as she's running back and forth to the car, and those big big calves flexing up huge with every step she's taking. Hell, women aren't supposed to have muscles like these, and to find a mother/daughter combination like this is mind-boggling. So I'm thinking, suppose they didn't like me? Either one of these women could make short work of me. I had images of tombstones lined up behind the back porch where old boy friends were entombed. I had to shake my head. Sometimes my imagination gets the best of me. Comes from leading such a sheltered life. Enough of such morbid thoughts! I'm here for a good time! And we had a good time. Erika's mom was jubilant. She hadn't seen Erika since she went away to college, several months now, and she couldn't contain her happiness. She opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate the occasion, then another - whoopee! - then a couple bottles of wine with dinner - turns out mom is a pretty good cook - and pretty soon we're all three giggly and laughing and I'm being treated just like one of the family. I want to do my part so I offer to wash the dishes and as I'm finishing up mom sneaks up behind me, puts her arms around my waist, snuggles me up to her body, nuzzles my neck, and lifts me right off my feet. God she's strong! Then she carries me into the living room with giggly Erika prancing along behind us, sits down on the sofa with me on her lap! "OK, mister," she says, "now you tell me all about yourself. How did you meet my daughter? You like her? Isn't she a cutie? Has she beat you up yet? Have you had sex? Does she suck cock? Do you lick cunt?" "Whoa," I say. In the meantime mom has her hands all over me, she's exploring my body. Before I can make a move she undoes my pants zipper and pulls my penis out. Well, it's already expanding from physical contact with this massive woman who practically dwarfs her daughter, and I thought before I met mom that I would never meet another woman as strong and powerful as Erika. Was I ever wrong! Mom made Erika look like her baby, which of course she happened to be. "Not bad," mom says, referring to my ever growing penis. "Have you had a taste of this yet, Erika?" mom says, referring to my penis. "Yes, mom, I took Dan's virginity," she giggled. "Well," says mom, "I want to take him for a test drive." And she stands up, me being held tightly against her massive bosom, and starts toward the stairs. I was shocked! Mother and daughter are going to share me! I was kind of scared. With Erika I was safe on our university campus. Out here, on this farm, suppose mother decided to keep me? We were miles from anyplace. Mom even had to go into town to get her mail, no one came to the farm except a couple hired hands and to take the farm products to the wholesale market. I could tell Erika's mother was very lonely way out here just from the welcome she had given me. But I felt better when I heard Erika say, "That's not fair, mom, I saw him first!" she pouted. "Oh, hush, Erika," mom says. "I'm not going to eat him - well, maybe only a little," she giggles. "I'll give him back to you as soon as I grade him. If he gets an "A" grade I may keep him for a while - I'm really lonely out here since dad died and I know you've got a hell of a lot to pick from back at the university - how about one of those hunky football players you're always dating?" "Oh, mom, they're so boring," Erika says. "Their egos are ten times bigger than their pricks and there isn't a one of them I can't beat the hell out of." As Erika's mom was carrying me up the stairs to her bedroom I get rebellious. Despite my holding on to one of the biggest upper arms I had ever seen, even bigger than Erika's, I said to mom, "Suppose I don't want to go to your bedroom?" "Oh, you didn't like dinner?" Mrs. Adams pouted. "Yes, dinner was great," I said. "Well then, consider this dessert," Erika's mom giggled. "But I'm a man," I declared, "I get to decide who I lay and who I don't lay!" "Seriously, Dan, not in this house," Mrs. Adams said, and that was that. Mrs. Adams gets me to her bedroom, holds me with one hand under my butt, and opens her bedroom door with the other, and we're into a very attractive, feminine bedroom. Mom sits down on the edge of her bed, puts me on her lap, and starts to unbutton my shirt and my belt buckle to remove my pants, just as if this is the most natural thing in the world. But I need to know something. "Edie, obviously you can do anything with me that you want, you must be one of the strongest women anywhere. But if you're so lonely all the time why don't you take advantage of one of your farm helpers? I'm sure none of them are capable of resisting you physically - nor would they want to," I added. "Aren't you nice," Erika's mom said. "But I learned something about human nature a long time ago. You can't mix business with pleasure. A while after my husband died and left me this farm I employed a handsome young man as a farm manager and we started an affair. Well, he soon thought he owned me. He wanted to take up residence in my farm house and started ordering me around. Erika was just a small child and she remembered and missed her father, and this guy was no father substitute for my little daughter. I had to throw him out and he didn't want to go. I broke his arm when he resisted my moving him. He went quietly after that," Mrs Adams giggled. "But Erika watched the whole thing and she learned a lesson from watching me. Women can be in charge. We don't have to be patsies for the male ego. Has she shown you that side of her yet?" "Well, Erika is definitely a very independent woman," I answered. "I've learned that whatever we do she's in charge. I learned that one day when I started to get obnoxious and she kicked my ass. She just picked me up, put me over her head and marched me around the room, me staring up at the ceiling. "What did you just say to me?" she asked me. "You misunderstood me!" I blurted out. "Good!" she laughed, "I'd hate to have to drop you from way up there!" she said. "You mean like this?" Mrs. Adams said, and before I knew what was happening I was again staring up at the ceiling as Edie put one hand around my neck and one under a thigh and easily lifted me up over her head. "Yep, that's about the way it went," I said. We both broke down laughing. Mrs. Adams dropped me back onto her lap, finished undressing me and then piled on top of me and used me all night long. Oh, I didn't mind. Evidently she hadn't had much of an opportunity recently to exercise her libido because she was ferocious. I could see what she meant about being in charge. She did all the things that pleased her, not that they didn't please me, too. As a matter-of-fact she taught me a few tricks that Erika didn't know. Wow, was Erika going to be pleased when I used them on her! So, after three or four climaxes we're both exhausted. Erika's mom had put in a full day working on the farm even before we got there, and the long drive up to Maine had tired me out. Naturally, we slept in each others arms, and Mrs. Adams snuggled me up to her body so that my head was resting on her enormous right bicep. I figure I woke up around dawn with the first light of day coming in through the window. I peeked through my right eyelid just to orient myself and make sure last night wasn't just a dream. Nope. I'm staring at this big breast with a bullet size nipple sitting on top of it, and I'm feeling an immediate response in my groin. Not again! But I have to have another taste of that nipple. Who knows when I'll get another chance like this. So I sneak my body up a little and very, very softly put my mouth around that nipple and let my tongue flick over it very gently so as not to wake Edie. Then I hear this little giggle. Damn! I woke up Erika's mother! I feel the bicep of the arm that's holding me pressed into her body tighten and swell up. Hell, now I'm going to catch it! Instead I hear Mrs. Adams say, "Wow, is my daughter a lucky girl! She'd better bring you home for Christmas or I'm going to be pissed!" Followed by Erika's mom slamming me onto my back, mounting me and draining my juices at five in the morning. And they say Maine women are conservative! So I'm wrapping my body around Edie because I'm loving Erika's mom just as much as I love Erika. But I hear Erika's mom say, "Sorry, honey, five a.m. and I have to get up and go to work." "But I'm still horny," I gasp. "Oh, poor baby, I'll fix that for you." Edie gets up, stands over me, lifts me bodily out of the bed, my arms wrapped tightly around her neck, feeling the powerful muscle fibers. "Where are we going?" I whisper into her ear. "You'll see," she giggles. And then I realize. This she-devil is going to deposit me with Erika for the rest of the morning! I just hope I have it in me. "Ssshhhh," she says. Edie quietly opens the door to Erika's room and tiptoes in. Erika is lying on her back, looking very contented. Edie very carefully pulls back the covers and deposits me by Erika's side, and then gently covers me up. Erika sighs contentedly and then, still sound asleep, reaches out and with her muscular arms pulls me snugly into her side. Her mom giggles and whispers "Erika is in for a surprise when she wakes up," and then she tiptoes out of the room and quietly closes the door. Well, this breast and its nipple ain't bad either. Damn! This Adams' daughter is giving me another erection and here I thought I was done for the day! Erika slowly wakes up when she realizes something long and hard is pressing against her hip, and she says, "What a delightful morning surprise! I have to thank my mom!" I have to thank her too, because if the rest of the day goes as well as this morning it's going to be a helluva day! We had a great week. I helped out by doing a little physical labor on the farm even though I couldn't do a lot. Edie and Erika were very appreciative of my efforts and they both insisted on rewarding me. They passed me back and forth, with Erika's mom getting to use me most of the time since Erika would get me for the school year. Even though I was a novice to this kind of thing, having only recently been indoctrinated by Erika, Edie seemed satisfied because I gave it a 110% effort. Boy, was I glad my dad was too cheap to send me air fare to come home for Thanksgiving! Erika's mom wouldn't let us leave the farm to return to the university until Erika promised to bring me back for Christmas. As we were saying our goodbyes mom picked me up in her brawny arms and pressed me against her massive and unyielding breasts. "Plan to spend summer vacation here," she whispered in my ear.