Part 3
(Fm, exhib, mast, oral)
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Friday, well before noon, I made my escape from the house, telling my mom that I was going to the Country Club and hooking up with some unspecified friends. I called over at Smiths' on both the house line and the kids' line, but no one answered. Out of habit and good manners, I always called before I went over. Not even Juanita answered.
I figured they were all at the club, so I went there first with my swim trunks and a towel. The only place kids were allowed to hang out unescorted was at the pool, so I changed into my trunks and sallied forth. There were lots of kids there, and some friends from school, but Raymond and Rheanne were nowhere to be found and no one had seen them. After having a cheeseburger and fries for lunch, I decided that maybe they'd be home by now and went over.
I tried the front door, but no one answered. That meant they were either not at home or were in the pool outside, so I went around and came around to the pool deck from the back. Someone was home; Miss Jessie. She was sunning herself in the buff. Lord, that woman had a body!
"Oh, hi, sweetheart," she greeted me without a trace of embarrassment.
"Ummm, is Ray or Anne home?"
"No, they're off with their dad to Beher Lake to go water skiing."
"Oh, okay," I replied disappointed. If they had gone to the lake house, it wasn't likely they be home anytime soon and so I needed to come back later.
"Well, tell them I came by."
I tore my eyes away from the bare flesh and sumptuous curves before me and started to leave the way I'd come.
"Braden!" she called out.
I turned back. "Yes, Ma'am?"
"Be a dear and come put some lotion on my back." She then picked up a bottle of Coppertone and held it out to me.
"Yes, Ma'am!" I said maybe a little too enthusiastically.
I took the bottle from her and she turned onto to her tummy, concealing her big magnificent tits from me, but revealing her equally magnificent ass to me. Not surprisingly, she was uniformly tanned all over, her bare skin glistening with a sheen of sweat.
"Why don't you get comfortable first," she suggested before I began. "You look so hot in all those clothes." I didn't have that much on to begin with, but not being totally dumb, I knew what she was getting at and was soon as naked as she was.
I poured some liquid into my hands, warmed it up and began with her muscular shoulders. Except for her tits, she had very little fat on her anywhere. I rubbed it in, poured out more and rubbed it in a little further down her back. Gradually I worked my way to her ass. Not wanting to be too forward, I greased them, but didn't linger too long and worked my way down her legs to her feet. With my eyes glued to her naked glutes, I worked back up her shapely legs. She had her legs slightly parted, enough to give me clear view of the prominent folds of her pussy lips. I made it back to her ass, and as she didn't seem to mind, I put a lot of effort into rubbing her ass. I wanted to get deeper into the valley of her fine butt, but wasn't bold enough to go for it.
After five minutes of me kneading her buttocks, she turned over. "That felt great, sweetie," she said in a sultry voice. "Now, do my front, and don't miss anything. I don't want to burn."
So I began, much like I had started on her back, at her shoulders. After I did each arm, it was time for the main event for me, putting lotion on those tits! I started with one in each hand, making sure I rubbed lotion into each square inch of spongy tit meat. I paid particular attention to her big meaty nipples, rubbing then and rolling them between my thumb and index finger. She liked that, liked it a lot. I liked it too!
Eventually I made it to her tummy and then her legs. Coming back up, my eyes were on the fat glistening lips of her cunt when she says, "Be sure and do my pussy." Miss Jessie was before her time and had removed all traces of her pubic hair.
"Yes, Ma'am!"
She was some wet and slippery when I made my first swipe, my fingers easily sliding deep between her cuntal lips. I began a freewheeling exploration of her cunt and from experience with her daughter, I pretty well knew where I should concentrate. Soon her clit was rolling between my fingers and Miss Jessie was squirming about, moaning her approval. Me, I was dripping precum from my steely prong like it was a leaky faucet. She spread her legs even more, reached down and spread her labia apart and began humping her hips. With her holding herself open like that, I could actually see what my fingers were feeling and doing, and I noticed what appeared to be a small white fingertip protruding from the pink. I flicked it and she went wild. I flicked it again and she literally exploded with a gush of clear liquid. I wasn't sure what it was, but boy, was I some surprised!
After a few minutes she seemed to have calmed down, so I stuck my finger up her twat again. This time she reached down, grabbed my hand and pulled me away. "That's enough, sweetie. That's enough," she said with a laugh. She closed her eyes once again and tenderly touched her stiff nipples.
I sat just looking at her tits as they rose and fell with each breath and waited for her to recover. A smile appeared on her face and she opened her eyes. "That was fun," she said. "Now it's your turn."
"My turn?"
"Yes, baby. You masturbate a lot, don't you." It was a statement, not a question, and an embarrassing statement at that.
"Oh, come now, I know boys like you masturbate often. Raymond certainly does, but recently not as much as he used to. He told me that you enjoyed masturbating, especially when he did it for you."
'He told his mother that!' I thought. But then I realized he'd told his dad a lot more than just that.
"Now, I'm going to help you," she said still lying down. "Just stand up. Now straddle me... No, further up... No, not that far."
Reaching up she grasped my hips and positioned me just so and told me lower myself, but not to sit on her. I lowered myself until my hard dick was lying between her breasts. She took the bottle of lotion and squeezed out some over my cock, dropped the bottle and then pressed her big tits together with her hand.
"Now, fuck my tits, big boy" she said with a wicked grin.
I pushed forward and my slippery dick slid between her tits. Back and forth I rocked, my dick gliding between her large breasts. It wasn't exactly like Rheanne's pussy, but it was far more fun than just my fist.
I had been so excited playing with Miss Jessie's pussy that I had been on the edge for quite some time. I felt my orgasm building deep in my groin. I thought that I should soon stop, or otherwise she might not be too happy with me, but I just wanted to do it a little longer... a little longer... and then... it was too late. I came. I watched as my cum shot from between her titties and onto her face. Again and again it shot forth until she had it on her face, across her lips, on her chin, down her neck and then a large pool formed just above her breasts.
As I fought to catch my breath, I thought for sure that she'd be pissed, or at least upset, but she wasn't, she was giggling. Her tongue flicked from her mouth to lick the cum off her lips. Still, I was now almost frozen in place, still expecting the worse.
"Now, wasn't that fun?" she asked grinning. "I bet you liked that better than using your fingers to get off, didn't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied softly and with a sigh of relief.
"Now, look what a mess you made."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... uh..."
"Cum on my face?"
"Uh, yes, Ma'am."
"You are just too cute!"
She released her breasts and released my now soft cock from titty prison. "You made such a mess that I now need a shower," she said in mock anger along with a gentle slap to my hip to get me off of her. It was only then that I realized that I had been putting my full weight on her.
I stood up and then helped her up. She took me by the hand saying, "Come take a shower with me."
I thought we were going to use the outdoor shower next to the pool, but she took me inside and into her bedroom. I'd never been in there before. It was huge, but I didn't have time to check it out before she had me in the master bath. It too was enormous! Like a private spa.
She led me through an open doorway, except it wasn't a doorway, it was the entrance into the huge walk in shower. At least ten people could fit in there at one time. There was a whole series of valves on one wall that operated the numerous showerheads. The far wall was a wall of glass bricks which flooded the shower room with natural light.
She turned a few knobs and one section of shower heads came on. To my surprise, the water was instantly hot; there was no delay at all. There were numerous bottles of body washes, shampoos and conditioners available. She soaped me up first, taking whatever liberties I allowed and I allowed her to do as she wished, including a protracted washing of my anus. Then I washed her from head to toe taking whatever liberties she allowed and she allowed me to do as I wished with her as well. I paid particular attention to her voluminous tits, her meaty pussy and her asshole.
Finished washing her of all the suntan lotion I had slathered on her previously. I pressed her into the stone tiles, holding her from the back while the pulsating water beat down upon us. I had one fat tit in one hand, the other hand between her legs thrusting two fingers rapidly into her cunt. She seemed to struggle to get away, but not very hard nor successfully, as I easily overpowered her. I considered fucking her, but she wasn't my girlfriend, she was my girlfriend's mother... that and I didn't know what Mr. C might do once he found out I fucked his wife. He was one muscular dude and he could easily do a lot of damage to me if he wanted, so I thought better of it.
She cried out and then fell silent, her cunt constricting about my fucking fingers. I'd gotten her off again and felt pretty proud of myself.
She finally tore herself away from me. Soaking wet, she had a wild look about her.
"You're a naughty boy," she said with a sly grin, turned the water off and she exited the shower. I followed close behind admiring her flexing haunches. She grabbed a fresh towel, threw it to me and got one for herself. Dried, we entered the bedroom. I eyed the canopy big bed with its luxurious covers and Mr. C or not, I was hoping to try it out, but she kept going out of the room with me following like a puppy dog.
We went into the exercise room and I wondered briefly why we were in there. "Have you ever had a massage?" she asked. "A full body massage?" I'd seen the massage table in there before and wondered about it, but never asked about it.
"I'm a licensed masseuse," she informed. "Did you know that?"
"Uh, no, I didn't."
"Well, I am. So hop up on the table, big boy, and I'll give you a treat. Face down...
"That's good.
"Here, we need the face cradle...
"Comfy?"
She patted my butt and then she walked to the nearest wall cabinet. She pulled out a tool belt carrying several bottles and I watched as she put on. Turning she saw me craning my neck to look up. "Head down and keep it down. Now, you just relax and let me do all the work."
Staring into the darkness of the face cradle, I heard her fiddle with a bottle, then felt her oily hands on the back of my head. I loved it when Rheanne ran her fingers through my hair and gently scratched my scalp, and I loved what Miss Jessie was doing now. A moment later and she was massaging my neck, then my shoulders. I felt all the tension flow out of my body.
As she worked my upper back and then each of my arms, she began telling me that after Mr. Carl had knocked her up with the twins in high school, they married without telling either of their parents. Somewhere along the line she told me she was barely seventeen when the twins were born. With a quick calculation in my head I now knew she was just thirty two, whereas my mom was at least forty; no wonder she looks so good!
She went on to explain that when her folks found out they threw a fit. When Mr. Carl's dad found out, he said fine, but said that they needed to support themselves. Mr. C, while still a senior in high school began working at one of his dad's dealerships selling new cars. For Miss Jessie, he suggested that since she had to drop out of school anyway, that she learn massage, and so she did. She never worked professionally, but Mr. C, his dad and Mr. C's brother all liked her technique and she's been doing it ever since for her very select clientele.
By the time she finished her short bio, she was working my lower back. Naturally she worked her way down to my butt where, to my great pleasure, she kneaded and rubbed my ass checks like they were bread dough.
"Do you like that, baby?" she asked as she stroked and mauled my butt.
"Oh, yeah, I like that a lot," I replied.
After a five minutes or so heavy rubbing on my cheeks and lower back, it was down one thigh, down the calf and to my foot. I wanted her to spend more time on my foot as it really felt good, but she went back up my leg to my butt. She resumed mauling each cheek and I felt her fingers digging deep into the sides of my cleft. Then she brushed across my anus. Almost accidently the first time, but the second time was very deliberate.
"You like that, baby?" she asked as she rubbed my anus.
"Oh, yeah, I like that a lot," I replied.
She entered my ass with the tip of a finger. "You like that, baby?" she asked as she toyed just inside my anus.
"Oh, yeah, I like that a lot too," I replied again.
Next thing I knew and she drove her finger all the way up my butt. "You like that, baby?" she asked again holding her finger still.
I did like it and told her so. She began moving her finger back and forth, finger fucking my ass. "How about this? Do you like me doing this?"
"Oh, yeah, I like that a lot," I replied.
To my disappointment she stopped and pulled her finger from my butt. "Okay, time to turn over. Just scoot down the table a little and turn over. Be careful and don't fall off."
I did as I was told and managed to stay on the narrow massage table. I was a bit disappointed that she had ended her ass game, thinking, 'Damn, that was fun.' As to it being totally inappropriate and perhaps perverse, that never crossed my mind.
She washed her hands before starting again with my head, working her fingers on my temples and my cheeks, then my shoulders. After doing each arm she rubbed my chest, taking the opportunity to rub my nipples with her thumbs as she kneaded my pecs. It felt curiously good when she rubbed my belly.
As she got precariously close to my pecker, I wanted her to take it and do something naughty, but other than graze it a few times, she bypassed it and my balls and went down a leg again. This time she spent a lot more time rubbing my foot and my toes, but all to soon she was going back up my legs, her hands repeatedly grazing my balls as she worked into juncture of my upper thigh and groin. I liked that, and so did my dick, but she didn't spend too much time before she was going down the other leg. As she worked her way back up I was anticipating the incidental ball play and my dick firmed up some more. This time she spent a lot of time down there and on both sides, by then I was as hard as I had ever been.
"Do you like that, baby?" she asked as she rolled my balls in her hand.
"Damn," I hissed, "I like that a lot."
"How about this?" and she lightly gripped my erect cock and ran her hand from the base to the tip. I nearly came off the table.
"Fuck!" I muttered.
"No, this isn't fucking, baby," she teased as she slid her slippery hand up and down my shaft.
"It feels fucking great," I whispered.
"That's good, baby. It's supposed to feel good.
"Now, big boy, you just lie back..."
For the next five minutes I lay stone still and stone silent. My eyes were closed as I savored each erotic moment, as Rheanne's and Raymond's mother jacked me off. She made comments about what a nice big cock I had and how she loves big boys and big cocks. Damn it felt good! But all good things must come to an end and in this case with a squirt, several squirts. Spent, I lay gasping for breath, so relaxed that I fell asleep on the table.
I don't know how long I napped, but wiping me gently with a towel, she woke me up. "A little too relaxed now are we?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah, sorry." I could have been out thirty seconds or ten minutes, I have no clue.
"Time to turn over again. Face in the cradle."
I didn't argue with her. Once I was comfortably face down, she had me spread my legs wide. For a few minutes, nothing happened, but I did hear her rummaging around in the cabinet again. This time I was so relaxed that didn't look up to see what she was doing.
She came back and to my delight, she went right to my butt again. She stroked and rubbed it a few minutes and then slipped a finger down in between and began rubbing my anus.
"I like that," I said without prompting, hoping she'd keep it up longer this time. Almost immediately she penetrated me.
"How about that?" she said as sawed her finger in my butthole.
"Yeah, that feels great," I told her.
"Then you might like this," she said and withdrew her finger.
I was wondering, 'What's up?' when I felt something pressing against my hole. I was too big to be a finger. Whatever it was, with a push it slid into my bowels. I didn't know the first thing about dildos or other sex toys, just that whatever it was, it wasn't her finger. Slowly she pushed it in and just as slowly pulled it out. Over and over.
"Do you like this?" she asked.
"What is it?"
"It's a toy. A sex toy. I have lots and lots of sex toys." Just as that started to register on me, the thing started vibrating.
"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"You like?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't answer as I had sucked in a big breath of air and was holding it. With a whoosh, I exhaled and began squirming, rubbing my renewed erection into the table. She not only moved it in and out, but up and down and when it was deep and pressing down, I could feel the vibrations not only deep and on my prostate, but all the way up my cock shaft. With a grunt, I came again. This time I hardly ejaculated anything, but it was an incredible feeling cum nonetheless.
Switching the buzzing toy off, she fucked me with it a few more times and then extracted it. The intense stimulation over, I lay there thoroughly spent and exhausted. Once again I dozed off.
When I woke, I was alone.
I was momentarily glued to the table as I sat up. It felt as if I could hardly move, and I sat there naked for a few minutes. But I wasn't really all alone, as she was across the room riding a stationary bike and going at it as if she was on the Tour de France.
I was very oily all over from the massage oil she had used. Worse still, the oil was scented and I smelled like a flower shop. I had noticed the scent before, but now it suddenly seemed to be over powering. My nuts were also aching.
Miss Jessie noticed that I was up and stopped peddling. "Get a good nap, sleepy head?" she said with lilting laugh. She dismounted her bike and came to me. She too had glistening skin, but not from massage oil, but sweat.
"That was just enough time to get in a good workout," she commented as she handed me a glass of water. I took a big sip and handed it back to her. "No, drink it all. You need it."
I drank half the glass and that seemed to satisfy her.
"Now be a good boy and come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"We need to get you cleaned up. I can't send you home all oily, now can I?"
So, it was back to the big shower room. This time she used some other kind of soap, something that with the hot water, stripped the stuff off my skin in no time. That's not to say that she didn't take her sweet time bathing me.
Out of the shower, she dried me off with another big fluffy clean towel. The Smith household went through a lot of towels in a day. After drying herself with another clean towel, we went back into the master bedroom. This time she led me to the bed.
"Oh, I don't think I can do anything else," I pleaded.
"Nonsense! You have a tongue, don't you?" I held no false impression as to what she was after.
She threw off a dozen or more throw pillows from the bed, pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. Taking yet another pillow, she stuffed it under her butt and sprawled out with legs lewdly spread.
"You ever eat pussy before?"
"Uh, no, Ma'am." Fifteen year old boys are notoriously skittish about going down on a girl. I had watched Ray eat his sister, but wasn't up to try it myself.
"Well, there is always a first time," she stated while reaching down and lewdly spreading her labia apart. "Carlton is always saying how sweet tasting my pussy is, and he's an expert. So, come on, big boy. I promise, you'll like it and I'll like it too."
I didn't move, so she added, "I'm very clean. I douche every day, sometimes twice and we just had a shower." Guys at school called each other douche bags, but I really didn't know what it was.
When I still didn't move she took a sterner approach. Glaring at me, she nearly shouted, "Braden, I want you to eat me out... Now, Braden!" I realized I wasn't going to get out of it and crawled up between her legs.
From close up, I inspected her pussy from a few inches away, her reddish inner labia were poking out obscenely like the wings of a butterfly. Inside I could see the entrance to her vagina as she held herself open. Higher up, there was the bump where her clit resided, still in hiding. I even saw her pee hole just below that. I sniffed the air and didn't detect anything fishy. Indeed I didn't smell anything at all.
Gaining courage, I moved in closer. I caught her scent. She smelled just like my fingers had smelled after I had fingered her cunt earlier, a bit funky, but not overly heady. It was a strangely alluring scent.
"I'm waiting," I heard her say with annoyance in her voice.
I stuck out my tongue cautiously, barely touched the tip to her bright pink cunt flesh ever so briefly and drew it quickly back into my mouth. I detected a hint of salt, and that was all.
"You can do better than that," I heard her say, so I plastered my tongue into her groove.
"Oh, yes! That's a boy!"
I had no idea what I was doing, but I licked and lapped at her cunt finding both the taste and texture to be pleasing. Whenever I did something good, she'd praise, "That's good. Right there. Right there," and I'd do what I was doing before trying something else. "Nibble right there," she'd say and I'd gently nibble at her labia or her clit. I slobbered all over her pussy for a long time, enjoying it as much as she was. Rubbing my nose on her clit while scouring out her vagina with my tongue, I couldn't help but think about doing this to her daughter soon.
Her legs clamped around my head, muffling all sounds. She twisted side to side and I maintained oral contact. I wasn't worried about her breaking my neck, as my grip on her hips kept the motion in control. Somehow I managed to breathe all through this and rode out her orgasm until she pushed my head away.
Next thing I knew and I was on top her, my teenage sex spike splitting her engorged labia apart and deep inside the warm wet confines of her cunt. All the way in to the root, she began squeezing my cock with her pussy. It was as if her pussy was trying to devour my cock, and in a way it was. Her muscular legs wrapped around me preventing me from escaping until she was ready to let me escape, as if I had any thoughts of escaping. I had only one thought... breeding her, breeding the mother of my best friend and my girlfriend. Actually I wasn't thinking anything, as my cock was doing all the thinking for me and it knew what it needed to do with this hot assed female. Never mind that she was old enough to be my mother, she was one sexy sex pot and she was mine to fuck until I regained my senses.
With powerful thrusts of her heels into my buttocks, she pulled me into her cunt over and over, not that I needed much urging to slam into her with full strokes over and over. Forget finesse, I was just fifteen and finesse wasn't in my vocabulary; I was just going to fuck her, fuck her until I shot off inside her and then fuck her again. She had similar thoughts and the presence of mind to see it through as she saw it. I was in for the ride of my life.
"Cum in me, baby. Cum in me," she kept saying again and again. With talk like that, I came in her, my cock pulsing with each shot, my body suffused with sexual bliss.
Still she spurred me with her heels and urging me, "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Take me. Take all of me." With talk like that, I got softer, but not too soft and kept fucking and fucking until my cock firmed up once again.
She flipped us over and sat up with my fifteen year old cock buried in her thirty-two year old snatch. Her magnificent tits now looming above me, she lowered her swaying tits to me. I latched my mouth to one of her nipples as it grazed across my lips and held on as she fucked me.
"Bite it, baby. Bite my nip," she hissed.
I bit down, but not too hard. She groaned and then yanked it from my teeth, only to stuff her other tit in my mouth for the same treatment. For the next several moments she'd yank her nipple from my teeth and immediately stuff the other into my mouth for me to bite it. Meanwhile her cuntal sheath began to go wild on my dick, rippling and squeezing my rod while she bounced up and down on me.
Her face twisted into a mask of pure passion, she finally she sat up and out of my lips reach. Her nipples were now very elongated and rather than pink, the tips were now flaming red.
In an out of control rush, I ejaculated for the second time inside her cunt. It wasn't much, cum that is, as it was the fifth time I'd cum since I'd put my dick between her tits for my first ever titty fuck. I can only wish that I could now, in my late-forties, still put in a performance like that, but teenage males have miraculous recuperative powers. My stamina is still good, but it now takes a while to get it up again.
Looking down at the juncture of our sex organs, I could see white foam at the base of my prick and white foam around her wildly pulsating pussy lips. She didn't howl or make any other noises except a curious gaking sound as she came hard on my dick. Suddenly she just collapsed on top of me, her body shuddering with a series of jolts, my softening dick still in her puss until it was expelled by her continued cuntal contractions.
We lay there for quite some time with me just holding her and stroking her back. After a good while, she sat up once again, grimacing as she touched her abused nips. By that time I couldn't believe what had just happened.
Looking into my eyes, she smiled and proclaimed, "Well, that was fun!" Then added, "You are such a good looking hunk and so cute too. I think I'll keep you."
"I don't know what to say, Miss Jessie. I just got carried away," I pleaded thinking I'd stepped over my bounds.
"I'll accept your apology, but only if you promise that we can do it again. You're not just going to fuck me and then dump me, are you?"
"Oh, no! I'm not going to... I mean, yes... uh, no!"
She laughed and stroked my face with her hand. "Well, I can see why Rheanne's so crazy about you and I don't want to come between you two, but you must promise to save some for me too."
"I, uh... okay!" I really didn't know what to make of this development, except that it was good. It was good, wasn't it? Yes, very good!
We lounged about in her big bed for awhile, then she kissed me down my chest and tummy and took me into her mouth. I was really done for by then and she orally played with my sleeping organ. Still, it felt really good and I was about to doze off when I heard, "Mom? Mom?" coming from somewhere out of the room. Then another, "Mom?" but much closer.
My eyes flew open at the sound of Rheanne's voice. At that point I don't know what I could have done, but suddenly Rheanne shouts indignantly, "MOTHER!"
Miss Jessie pulls off my dick and looking towards my indignant girlfriend says, "Oh, hi, dear," as if being caught sucking her daughter's boyfriend's cock was no big deal. "Home so soon?"
"Really, mother! Braden's my boyfriend!"
"I'm not trying to steal him away from you, dear. I'm just borrowing him while you were away."
In a huff, Rheanne stormed out of the room. Jessie rolled out of the sack saying, "I'd better go talk to her first," and went after her daughter, brushing past Mr. C as he stood in the doorway.
'Oh, fuck,' I thought, 'I've really done it now,' expecting him to toss me through the French doors leading out onto the pool deck. But he didn't, he just looked at me, then turned and disappeared. A moment later Raymond was in there.
"Hey, man! What are you doing? That's my mom, man!"
"I didn't start it. Honest! It just happened!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and now you're going to tell me what a hot fuck my mom is."
"I..." That's when I noticed the amused expression on his face. "Yeah, she is a hot fuck," I told him with a grin.
"Far out!" he laughed.
He then wanted to hear all about it, but I was more concerned what his dad might do. "Hey, he's cool with it. Believe me. He lets Mom fuck all his friends. Man, you wouldn't believe the wild parties they throw."
With the specter of Mr. C tearing my arm off and beating me to a pulp with it gone, that eased my mind considerably.
"I thought you guys went to the lake for the weekend."
"Naw, just for the day. Anne wanted Dad to take us water skiing and so we went. No sooner had we started when the freaking boat crapped out on us. We had to get a tow back to the marina. Dad offered to drag us behind the pontoon boat, so we did that for a little while and called it quits."
"Say, we'd better get out of here," he said changing the subject. "Dad doesn't like for us to hang out in his room."
We left through the French doors. Ray only had a pair of swim trunks on, but he shimmed out of those and following house rules, we hit the outdoor shower before going into the pool. We swam for fifteen minutes or so before Miss Jessie appeared through the pass through to the indoor pool.
She swam up and told me, "It's alright now. You'd better go and talk to her. She's missed you these past few days."
So I swam through the pass through to the indoor section, climbed out, dried off and headed down in the dungeon.
I found Rheanne dressed in a bikini, sitting on the sofa glowering. Nude, I sat next to her. Suddenly she was all over me, pummeling me with her fists. Remembering the low blow she'd given her brother, I protected my already aching balls. For a girl she could hit pretty hard, but she really didn't do any damage.
Having taken her frustrations out on me, the pounding stopped as suddenly as it began. Rhea abruptly switched gears and attacked me with her lips. She was all over me, kissing me desperately, her hands everywhere all at once, like she'd turned into a crazed octopus. I wanted to tear her bikini off, but if I did, I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.
Even so, somewhere along her frenzied attack, she managed to shuck off her bikini, though I admit I helped with that. Before I knew it, she was naked and her head was in my lap trying her best to raise the dead.
Suddenly she pops up and off my still limp noodle pouting, "She didn't leave anything for me!"
I didn't know what to say.
"Do you like her better?"
"Your mom? No! No, not at all!"
"Is she better than me?"
I wanted to say that her mom was a fantastic lay, but thought better of it. "No, you're better. Much better."
"Liar! Lying mother fucker!" Rhea never cursed. Oh, she'd be direct and sometimes used four letter words to get her point across, but not gratuitous cursing like guys do.
"That's enough, young lady!" I heard her father's voice boom as he entered the dungeon.
"Sorry, Daddy," she replied softly.
"But it's not fair, Daddy. He's my boyfriend."
"He's not just your boyfriend anymore, Rheanne. He's a member of this family, and if your mom wants to have sex with him, she'll have sex with him.
"Now, you want some dick to make you feel better?"
"Yes, but Mama made sure that he's wasted."
"Can't get it up for you at the moment?"
"No, Daddy."
"Then you want me to take care of you?"
Rhea cut a glance at me replying, "Daddy, uh..."
"When it comes to Braden, there are no longer any secrets, Rhea. So, how about it, baby girl? You want to fuck your old man? Braden's welcome to watch and maybe he'll have a miraculous recovery."
Mr. C turned to me and basically ordered, "Eat her pussy, boy and get her ready for me."
That was thirty some odd years ago, and if you're wondering, I married Rheanne right out of high school. Legally that is, but from a practical standpoint, I married into the family. My folks had a fit, but I was eighteen and knew what I wanted. Ray and I now run the auto dealer business and Mr. C and Miss Jessie spend their time entertaining friends and playing with their grandkids.
We keep my folks at arms distance, which was easier once Dad was transferred to another city after a bank merger. As for my sisters, who have both been married and divorced twice, we see them even less. Our kids like being with that group about as much as I enjoyed being with MeMa, preferring the laid back attitudes of their parents, Rheanne's parents and their favorite uncle and his own libertine brood.
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