The next morning I woke to a quiet room and the sounds of birds outside our open balcony door. Far off in the distance was the sound of a lonely sounding motorcycle. I raised my head to check on the other bed and confirmed that Tim and Mom were still asleep. Tim was on his back and softly snoring. Mom was on her side curled into him, her left leg d****d over his, her arm across his chest, and her head resting on his shoulder. Mom was a cuddler and this was her natural position.

I allowed myself another minute of being spooned into Helen before I would get myself up and the coffee going. But in that minute of having her in my arms I couldn’t resist squeezing her and kissing her shoulder. I felt her stir in my arms and I felt guilty for having woken her. But she rolled onto her back, still in my arms, turned her head and saw me watching her. She smiled, squirmed around as though trying to get even deeper into my embrace and smiled even bigger. She pulled my head down to hers and initiated a series of increasingly amorous kisses. Whispering, “Thank you, Michele, for last night.”

I softly chuckled, “Thank you right back. It was wonderful, wasn’t it?”

“It certainly was.” She seemed to be searching my face for something. My hand was sliding over her breasts, stomach and down to her mound. She watched me as her thoughts worked through her mind, but she was completely comfortable with my roaming hand.

I kissed her nipple, “What is it? What are you thinking?”

Without taking her eyes from mine, she took my hand from her breast, kissed the palm and put it back onto her breast. “I love you.”

I was puzzled. “I love you, too.”

“No, I mean I think I really love you, like a lover. But not just you, Tim and Barb, too. Is that okay?”

I hugged her tighter and kissed her lips. “It’s perfect. Because that is the way I feel and I know it is the way they feel, too.” I raise my eyes to indicate the occupants of the other bed. “We’re not exclusive, dear, just the opposite, we are inclusive. We have a number of intimate friends we enjoy, as you know, but our family group is very, very unique and special to us. You became a part of that a while ago, whether you became sexually active with us or not.” I leaned in to nibble at a nipple and slid a finger between her legs which opened at my touch, perhaps even without any conscious consideration from her. “But we are very happy that you are active with us.”

She rolled completely into me and hugged me hard, “I’m getting horny, again.”

“Not now. Let’s get the coffee going and get some pastries from the bakery around the corner.”