Following the aborted orgy with the women, I hurriedly apologized to Jeri and Brenda for our abrupt departure and took Sasha's hand. We never looked back as we made our way to the car.
On the way back to Mom's place, I focused on driving. Sasha sat in the passenger seat, quiet except for an occasional sniffle. She was silently crying as I drove, but I wanted to wait until we got back before I spoke to her.
Once I pulled into the driveway and shut off the car I turned to her.
"I feel that I owe you an explanation for denying you your fantasy," I said to her. "Sasha, I don't know if I can fully explain what happened to me back there, but it didn't feel right anymore. I realized that I love you more than anything else in this world, and I couldn't sit and watch another woman do the things that I should be doing. I want so much more for you and for us. I'm sorry if I disappointed you tonight."
Sasha tried to hold back her tears, but they fell despite her best efforts. "No, Brandon, you don't owe me anything. You gave me everything back at their house. I could see it in your eyes, my darling. I could see the love you have for me and I understood. I understood everything, and I knew that I couldn't go through with it. I felt your love at that moment and I wanted only you. These aren't tears of sadness, my love, they are for the joy I feel in my heart. I'm the luckiest woman on Earth."
We went inside and got ready for bed. We lay together on the bed, naked as newborns, and we just talked. We talked about our childhood experiences, talked about lovers we had, embarrassing moments in our lives that provoked laughter and, mostly, what we wanted from life. By the time we finished there was no need to physically make love, for we had been doing it all night long as we got to know each other's souls. Sasha drifted off to sleep in my arms as I smiled. She was the one, of that I was now certain.
The next morning I crept out of bed before Sasha could awaken. I checked to see that Mom hadn't gotten up yet and slipped downstairs and into the kitchen. Within minutes I had begun preparing breakfast for the two wonderful ladies in my life.
Before long the house was filled with the aroma of my efforts and I waited to see who would get up first. Surprisingly, it was a tie. Both Mom and Sasha walked into the kitchen together, arm in arm and chatting away like old friends.
"Brandon, that smells divine," said Sasha. "Maryanne, did you teach your son how to get around the kitchen?"
"No, I'm afraid I can't take the credit for that," said Mom. "He learned all of his culinary skills from his father."
I smiled at the last comment. "Dad was the cook around here, but only because he loved to do it and Mom let him have his way. Mom has been known to whip up a pretty mean Mexican casserole, among other things." I met them both as I beckoned them to sit down and gave them each a kiss. "I hope you both slept well. Mom, how are you feeling?"
"Like a new woman, dear. It's amazing what blood flow to the old ticker will do."
I haven't seen Mom beam like this for a long time. I was happy that things were going well for her. She deserved good health and happiness.
I brought all of the food over to the table and we all dug in. As my two ladies helped themselves, I brought a big carafe of coffee to the table and poured them each a cup.
"My goodness, Brandon," said Sasha. "You are going to spoil me with all of this attention."
"Get used to it, darling. I intend to pamper you."
"Well, Mom," I said. "What's on your schedule for today?"
"I'm going to have lunch with Jeri and Brenda. We need to get serious about the house issue. I've decided that I'm going to go along with them and get a place for ourselves. That means I will be putting this place up for sale."
Sasha and I looked at each other at the mention of Jeri and Brenda. She nodded her head to me as if to say that everything was good with her.
I turned to Mom. "Mom, let me know when you plan to see them today. There are a few things I need to discuss with you."
"Of course, Brandon. Nothing too serious, I hope?"
"Could be, you never know with me."
"By the way, how long are you two planning on staying?" I want to plan something for all of us before you leave."
"Well, Sasha," I said. "When do we need to be back?"
"Today is Wednesday, and I have a recording session scheduled for Monday. It's backing vocals for a friend of ours, so I don't want to miss it. We could fly out on Sunday, if that's okay with you."
"That would be fine. I have a pre-tour meeting with someone on Wednesday. Looks like it's just a short North American tour this time, but you never know." I turned to Mom. "Mom, we're here until Sunday."
Mom smiled at us. "Then I'll make some plans for Saturday night, if that's okay with you. Somewhere romantic."
I looked at Sasha and rolled my eyes. Sasha threw a croissant at me.
We finished the breakfast and Mom and Sasha wouldn't allow me to clean up. In fact, they kicked me out of the kitchen so they could do it.
About an hour later I found Mom in the sunroom reading a book.
"Mom, is this a bad time?"
"Nonsense, Brandon. I always have time for my favorite son."
Seeing that I was her only child, I laughed at this. "Mom, I can't lie to you. This is something serious."
Mom's brow wrinkled as I spoke those words. "Brandon, my dear. Is something wrong?"
"No, Mom," I said to her. "Actually, everything is great, but I need to tell you something."
Mom sat me down next to her and took my hands in hers. "What do you need, honey?"
"Mom, I realized last night that Sasha is the one. I can't imagine this life without her at my side. I wanted you to know that I've found the love of my life."
That brought the tears. Mom's eyes glassed over and she began to cry. "Oh, Brandon, I'm so happy for both of you. Sasha has been like a daughter to me."
"Mom, I just need to know where you want to go on Saturday night. If it's okay with you, I'd like to make the reservation and all of the arrangements. I want this night to be perfect."
"That would be sweet of you. I was thinking about going to The Tuscan Table. It's a nice place, fairly new, but it's one of the best restaurants around."
Later that morning I contacted the restaurant and explained what I wanted to do. They were very helpful, even offering some suggestions based on their previous experience. We worked everything out, right down to the dessert. This was going to be a night to remember.
That afternoon Sasha and went downtown for a light lunch. Before we did, we walked around, window shopping. We went by some jewelry stores and I was watching to see if she lingered to look at anything. Sure enough, she stood there looking at something which caught her eye.
"Do you want to go inside and take a closer look?" I said. "What are you looking for?"
Sasha gave me a coy smile and took my hand, leading me inside the store. We went straight to the ring section.
I jokingly froze, feigning fear at looking any further. Sasha playfully punched me in the arm. "C'mon, Brandon. It's not what you think it is."
She looked at several, and asked a salesman if she could see the one in the window display. He agreed, and brought back this simple-looking ring with a cluster of diamonds surrounding one large diamond. It was nice, but clearly not the best one in the store.
"Why that one?" I asked her. There are so many with bigger and splashier settings, so why this one?"
"It reminds me of the one my mother had. It's just beautiful. I have a thing about trying to find one like it whenever I see a jewelry store. This is the first place that's even come close." There were tears in her eyes when she told me that. I figured it was time to go to lunch before she began sobbing. I took her by the arm and hustled her out of there before things got out of hand.
We had a nice light lunch. Afterwards, we went window shopping again, but this time at clothing stores. Much safer.
When we got home there was a note from Mom. She had gone out to lunch with Jeri and Brenda, but wanted to know if dinner at home was okay with us. She said that she was in the mood for grilled steak, like Dad used to make.
"Sasha, we need to go to the store. I'll pick out the steaks if you'll help me select the ingredients for an appropriate side dish."
"Sounds good, darling. I'll make you a deal. You can grill the steaks, but I get to make the sides. Does your mom have a grill basket?"
"I'm sure she does. Dad had every gadget and gizmo under the sun, but he was at his best when he kept it simple. What do you have in mind?"
"Veggies, my dear. There's nothing like some olive oil and veggies toasted on an open grill. Simple to do and oh, so delicious. And they're a perfect compliment to steaks. Maybe some half-ears of corn as well."
"Sounds wonderful, Sasha. Let's go shopping."
While we shopped I couldn't help but notice all of the men (and a few women) who either simply stopped and stared at Sasha or nearly broke their necks doing a double take as we passed them. It made me feel how truly lucky I was to have her at my side and to have her love.
"It's a pity, don't you think?" said Sasha.
Her comment caught me off guard. "What's a pity?"
"I see you checking out those people who are checking me out," she laughed. "The pity is that none of them will ever have what I've got, and that is the love of a good man named Brandon."
I was once again dumbfounded by her. She just knew what to say to make me feel secure again. "You know that when you say those things you make me horny as hell. I think I could take you right here in the produce section."
"I don't know honey, they've got some damn big cucumbers here. I may be falling in love with the vegetables!"
I pulled her close and kissed her as she giggled.
I got three exquisite porterhouse steaks for our dinner and Sasha got a variety of fresh vegetables to grill. Mom was going to love this dinner.
We finished our shopping excursion and headed home. I was hoping we had time for a little amorous playtime before we started preparing dinner, but Mom's car was there, so there wouldn't be any chance of kitchen sex. Sasha sensed my disappointment. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered as I parked the car. "I'll give you a chance to give me that big cucumber of yours later tonight." She reached over and gave me a squeeze as she said that, a lewd smile breaking out across her lips. Then she started laughing and ran to the house, her bag of veggies in tow.
"Brandon, I hear you were a bad boy at the supermarket," said Mom. "Sasha said you were eying up all of the women."
Sasha stood to the side, fighting unsuccessfully to keep from laughing.
"Oh, she told you that, did she? I'll have you know that the only guy who doesn't need neck surgery from doing a double-take when we walked by was this poor old blind guy. And even at that, his service dog was sniffing around."
Sasha couldn't hold it back any longer and broke into hysterical laughter. "Maryanne, he's telling the truth, except the part about the blind guy."
After that exchange of whoppers, we got down to the business of preparing dinner. I was seasoning the steaks while Mom and Sasha cut up the vegetables. Sasha asked Mom about some spices and Mom got her what she needed. She put all of the cut-up veggies into a storage bag, spritzed them with olive oil and then put in a wide variety of spices and seasoning that would make Colonel Sanders proud. She vigorously shook everything up and then got a large grill basket to put them in when the time was right.
"It looks like a lot, but just wait until you taste it," she said.
I got out a nice bottle of red and opened it. Soon it would be showtime on the grill.
Luckily Dad had an aircraft carrier for a grill so there was plenty of room for the three steaks and the big-assed grill basket chock full of veggies. We worked side by side as Mom ran into the house and returned with her camera.
Mom fired off picture after picture of the two of us working the grill. I knew what was on her mind. She was thinking about Dad. He would have loved Sasha.
Finally we sat down.
I poured the wine and we had some bread with a garlic-flavored butter. Sasha looked on excitedly as I tasted the veggies. They were perfectly grilled and smelled delicious. I put a chunk of red bell pepper and a sliver of onion on my fork and tasted it.
I have no idea what different ingredients she seasoned them with, but I have never had a grilled vegetable with so much flavor. Every bite of every veggie she grilled was absolute perfection. Mom was speechless as she tried some herself. Sasha was beaming.
My steaks got the same response from Mom and Sasha. Sasha thought we should open a restaurant that featured steaks and grilled vegetables.
After dinner was finished and we all three cleaned up the kitchen, Mom and Sasha went outside for a little "girl talk". I could only guess what they might have been talking about, but I think it was all about me.
After a night of sitting in the family room and chatting, we called it a night. I was in the shower when Sasha shouted to tell me to hurry. I figured that she needed to use the bathroom, but when I entered the bedroom she was waiting on the bed, wearing one of my old t-shirts and a smile. There were candles burning everywhere, giving the room an atmosphere conducive to love, not to mention a wonderful aroma.
I reached for some shorts, but Sasha stopped me. "Just drop the towel, my little chef," she said softly. "For what I've got planned you won't need any clothing."
I joined her on the bed and Sasha immediately began to stroke my cock softly with her hands. It didn't take much of that to get me hard, but she wasn't done worshiping my dick. She licked the head, swirling he tongue around it before taking me into her mouth. Sasha worked me good, alternately licking me and then sucking me. I was afraid that if she kept this up I wouldn't have anything left for the main event.
Sasha had me on my back, giving me the mother of all blowjobs and, without warning, she pulled her warm, wet mouth away from me. Before I had a chance to protest, Sasha lifted the t-shirt up and over her head and shoulders and tossed it onto the floor beside the bed.
She then got atop me and sat on my chest, her glistening pussy just inches from my face. Sasha wriggled forward a bit and I was smothered by her wet cunt.
I did what any red-blooded man would do and proceeded to eat her. I was gentle at first but, as her moans and gyrations atop my face became more urgent, I picked up the pace, sucking hard on her clitoris while my hands reached behind her to grip her hips and hold her into place.
This drove her crazy and she began moaning and talking to me.
"Right there, baby, right fucking there!" she cried out. Her hips were thrusting back and forth over my chin and lips, letting me know that I had her close to orgasm. "Oh, Brandon, I'm cumming!" she screamed. "I'm cumming over and over!"
She leaked a little of her juices into my mouth as her orgasm hit her. Not a lot, but enough to signal she had come. Before she had a chance to relax, and just before I was out of breath, she got off my face and rode my hard cock, sitting down hard enough on it so that my entire length plunged inside her at once.
She rocked up and down, back and forth, and ground her steaming wetness up and down the shaft of my cock. I could tell by her wetness that she had cum once again, and her pussy juices leaking onto my thighs were proof that she had gone over the top.
And still she worked my cock over. She was determined that I was going to join her in getting off, and in a matter of seconds I was screaming to her that I was cumming.
Just as I couldn't hold it any longer she got off my twitching cock and once again took me into her mouth. I filled her mouth with my hot, sticky seed and she struggled to swallow as much as she could.
When my orgasm faded, Sasha fell off me and collapsed beside me on the bed. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly. "Darling, you were incredible," I whispered in her ear. "You were very sexy and aggressive tonight and I loved it."
Sasha turned her head to face me and got up on one elbow. "That was my way of telling you that I plan to give you all I have every time we make love. I'm never going to go halfway with you, Brandon. You've given me so much and I love you with all my heart."
I was touched by her words. "I love you, Sasha. That will never change as long as I'm drawing a breath. You've given me something I never thought I would ever experience, and that's the love of a good woman. I'll never let you go."
Sasha returned to my arms and, in the warm glow of our candlelit room, we both drifted off to sleep.
Thursday and Friday were busy days. I had some preparations to take care of for the big dinner Saturday night and it gave Mom and Sasha a chance to go out to lunch each day. When they returned both days, Mom was smiling from ear to ear.
I noticed a transformation taking place with Sasha. She and Mom had become more than just friends. The way they talked, their body language, everything about them told me that Sasha was becoming like a daughter to Mom. I was very happy to see this, but I wasn't going to say anything about it until we returned to Los Angeles on Sunday. I figured it was better to allow them more time to grow closer without putting my two cents worth in. I don't think I had ever seen Mom so happy.
And both Thursday and Friday evenings Sasha and I made love. It was sweet love, the kind that longtime lovers make, not the hurried machinations of lust.
It wasn't just Sasha and Mom who were growing closer, but I felt a connection developing with Sasha that I hadn't expected. It was hard to put it into words, but it was pure love, the kind of love that is just there, an unconditional love that transcended words. We just felt right together, so right that I never wanted it to end.
Finally Saturday was here. All day long I was checking in with the restaurant, making sure that every detail was perfect. Sasha and Mom spent most of the day getting ready, beginning with a trip to the spa for facials and mani pedis. They had a feeling that it was going to be a special night and wanted to look perfect. When it was time to leave I was completely unprepared for the vision of beauty that they presented to me.
I complimented them on everything from their hairdos to their choice of shoes. They looked spectacular, and I was the lucky guy who would escort them into the restaurant.
When we arrived, Brenda and Jeri were waiting for us. If there were any lingering hard feelings from the other night, they weren't visible to me. Both Jeri and Brenda were beaming as they kissed all of us.
The hostess led us to our table. It was the centerpiece of the room, directly in front of the huge stone fireplace that commanded everyone's attention when they entered the room. Everything was moving along perfectly.
We had wine, we had magnificent appetizers and salads, and the main course was not only visually appealing, it was very delicious. We all made small talk during the meal, but it was obvious that Mom was showing us off to her girlfriends, particularly telling them what she and Sasha did all week. Jeri and Brenda were hanging on her every word, while I sat back with a contented smile on my face. Mom was in her element and I just let her go on gushing about Sasha.
Just before the dessert menu came out, the hostess and our server asked if they could speak to me in private. When I returned everyone looked very concerned.
"Brandon," asked Mom. "Is everything okay? There isn't a problem is there?"
"No, Mom," I reassured her. "In fact, everything is perfect. You'll find out in just a moment."
When our server returned, he had a large tray with four small boxes wrapped in pink wrapping paper and done up with ribbons. Each box had the name of the recipient, and the server placed each one in front of my four ladies. Everyone just stared at them. I figured that it was time for an explanation.
"When Mom told me that she wanted dinner with all of us to be special, I decided that I wanted to give each of you a gift. You four have all been special in my life and I wanted to show my appreciation to each of you with a small gift."
I pointed to them all in order around the table, Jeri, Brenda, Mom and Sasha. "Jeri, I want you to open your gift first, and then Brenda, Mom and Sasha can follow in order."
Jeri opened her gift box and gasped. Inside was a pair of pearl earrings. She was speechless.
Next up was Brenda. Her gift box contained Pearl earrings, just like Jeri's. She was beaming as she looked at them.
When Mom's turn came, she found a single pearl. She didn't quite know what to say until I pulled a long, slender box from my jacket and handed it to her. When she opened it, her mouth fell open and tears appeared in her eyes. It was a pearl necklace. She nearly broke down in tears, but I placed my hand over hers and she was fine.
Finally, it was Sasha's turn. When she opened her gift box there was nothing inside it at all. She smiled at me and, before she could say anything, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a simple black gift box.
Then I stepped back, got on bended knee and said the words that I never thought I would say.
"Sasha, I love you more than you'll ever know. I can't imagine living in a world without you."
As her eyes began to glisten with tears I spoke once again.
"Sasha, will you marry me?"
As I spoke the words I opened the gift box. Inside was the ring that Sasha saw at the jewelry store when we went shopping.
Tears streamed down her face as it became clear to her what was happening, but she didn't say anything. She was trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come. I knelt before her, still holding the ring.
It was Jeri who broke the silence. "Sasha, for God's sake, don't leave him hanging. Tell him YES!!"
Softly at first, Sasha uttered one word, "Yes", and then more clearly, "Yes, Brandon, I'll marry you!"
The place erupted into applause. The entire kitchen and restaurant staff had quietly entered the room just as I got on my knee and were lining the walls. People at other tables sat breathlessly as I proposed to Sasha and waited to hear her reply. When she agreed to become my wife everyone in the restaurant stood and cheered.
Finally I slipped the ring onto Sasha's finger and we kissed. Then we embraced. Mom was crying, as were Jeri and Brenda. Sasha smiled and cried like never before as she hugged and kissed me. She had made me the happiest man in the world with just one word.
As the noise and excitement died down, and as Sasha showed off her ring to Mom, Jeri and Brenda, our server returned with another tray, but this one had our dessert on it. Five plates with a large slice of wedding cake on each one. That brought down the house.
That night, the three of us sat in the family room with coffee. Sasha kept looking at the ring and showing it to Mom.
"Brandon," she asked. "When did you come up with the idea to propose?"
"Darling, I knew I would someday propose to you, but what did it for me was the other night when we sat up in bed and talked all through the night. That was when I realized that you were the one. Everything else just fell into place, with the big dinner and all. And when you saw that ring and told me about the one your mother had, well, I just had to sneak back down there and get it."
Believe it or not, we didn't make love that night. That night we sat up in bed together again and talked. We made love to each other with our words. That was as good as sex to me. Sasha also told me what she and Mom talked about after the steak dinner. She told me that she wanted Mom to know that I was the one.
We bade our goodbyes to Mom the next day and headed off to the airport. Once we got back home we talked about the wedding. We decided to have a big-assed wedding, back in Sunnyvale. All of our friends are going to be there and this time we'll get a chance to show off Mom to them. It's going to be a splashy affair, and we'll throw everyone a big party that night.
It doesn't matter to us whether we have the big to-do or not, but we want to give this for Mom, Jeri and Brenda. They deserve to have a good time.
As for us, we're just madly in love.