Chapter 5
I noticed an odd odour and thought perhaps my nose was extra sensitive, but one glance at Sydney's face as she screwed up her nose told me I wasn't alone in smelling something that reminded me of a cowbarn.
"Oh PHEW!" Sydney gestured at the flower beds that bordered the walk. "The gardener must have been here earlier and put fertiliser on the flower beds to prepare them for planting. Now Aileen has been watering and everything reeks."
"Unh huh." I grinned. "I'm sure glad you smell it too. I thought I was having flashbacks of my uncle's cow barn for a minute."
Sydney broke into a giggle. On a woman who towered over me and had the shape she did, that was something worth watching. Sydney was almost a foot taller than I was and to be conservative, let's just say she was stacked. Perhaps she wasn't Playboy centerfold material, but I think she should be shown in one of Playboy's special issues, if they ever do one on women gynecologists.
"What are you looking at?" She snorted, still trying to control her giggles.
"Lady, if you don't know how hard it is not to stare at a beautiful, sexy woman who has the giggles, then you aren't as worldly as you pretend to be." I blurted out.
Almost instantly I wanted to sink into that stinky flower bed, knowing that once more, my big mouth had shot me down. Instead she giggled all the more, moved to my side and reached a hand out to lay it across my shoulders. Somehow it felt natural to let my arm slide behind her back and around her waist, then smile up at her as she grinned at me.
"Yes, I was right. You are." She giggled. "A diamond in the rough, even Aileen should be able to see that."
Of course I just blushed, which made her grin and giggle even more. On top of blushing, I suddenly realised that I was snuggled against an extremely sexy woman. I swear she must have been aroused because I could smell hints of the same sort of odour that I'd sensed earlier with Paula. Of course I developed a hard-on from hell. And of course, it was jammed in my shorts at an awkward angle, meaning that I was walking awkwardly.
Ms. McCrae and Paula must have seen us drive up because as I glanced at the door, it opened. Both of them were standing there as Sydney and I walked toward them, side by side.
Unfortunately I didn't quite make it to the front door while walking at Sydney's side. There was a small ridge in the sidewalk, just large enough to catch the toe of a shoe.
I found it.
Over I went, but Sydney tried to use the arm she already had draped over my shoulder in a vain attempt to stop me from falling. It didn't work. In fact all that did was spin us around and change the direction of our fall.
It felt like we were moving in slow motion as we spun to the side and fell. I landed on my back in the wet soil of the flower bed, then I was ground into it as Sydney fell face down on top of me. After that there were several seconds of complete confusion for me. I was gasping for breath and squirming under Sydney's weight and I think she'd had the breath driven from her lungs as well
I remember feeling Sydney's generous breasts pressed against my cheeks as I gasped and breathed in the sexy odour from deep in her cleavage. Ohmigod, what if she'd been knocked out, could I get her body off of me before I suffocated, but what a way to die? It was a vain worry, she moved and her breasts lifted, then . . . at the same time as she moved her chest from my face . . . did I feel her pelvis grind against mine for an instant?
The confusion prevailed as Ms. McCrae and Paula rushed to help us while Sydney and I struggled to separate ourselves. Of course nothing worked out exactly smoothly. Sydney was just beginning to lift her weight from me, then she was suddenly smashed down against me again. Ms. McCrae had somehow lost her footing and crashed down against Sydney's back, before skidding face down over us and into the flower bed.
It was a moment or so before we got sorted out with Ms. McCrae lying on one side of me and Sydney lying on the other, all of us panting for breath. Somehow Paula had stayed on her feet, but she wasn't helping anyone up; instead she was simply standing there looking at us. At first her face looked as if she was hurt, then I realised that she was fighting back laughter.
I glanced to my left and then my right and realised what was so funny. I imagine I was covered in fresh soil and mud. Both Sydney and Ms. McCrae certainly were. I wanted to sink into the mud and disappear, yet Paula saved the day. Suddenly she was laughing so hard that tears were running down her face. Then Sydney's giggle rang out to match Paula's laughter. Even Ms. McCrae snorted and chuckled.
"Oh God, CJ, what am I going to do with you?" Paula snorted between guffaws of laughter. "Do all the women you meet end up falling on you when they fall for you?"
Of course I started to blush and protest that I'd tripped on the uneven sidewalk, but as usual, I was stammering and stuttering so badly that even I knew my words were relatively incomprehensible. After a few seconds I simply fell silent, then sighed deeply as Sydney started to speak.
"It wasn't CJ's fault. We both tripped." She said loudly. "Aileen, how many times have I told you that you needed to fix that damn sidewalk? I told you one day someone was going to fall, didn't I?"
"Yes, I know." Ms. McCrae snorted. "Is either of you hurt?"
"I'm okay, but you owe me a new silk blouse and I need to clean this muck off." Sydney groaned as she sat up and gestured at her chest.
I wish she hadn't done that because I simply had to look at where her hand had indicated. The fall had destroyed her blouse and now it hung open, displaying a vast amount of mahogany coloured cleavage above a tight bra that barely held her big brown globes. Just one glance was enough to bring my hard-on back in full force, and I'm sure they all noticed it.
"What about you, CJ.? Did you survive unscathed?" Sydney asked
All I could do was groan and nod my head to try to indicate that I was okay as I struggled to my feet.
"I think we should hose everyone off so you don't track that stuff into the house." Paula suggested.
"In the back yard." Ms. McCrae added. "Let's get out of view before the neighbours assume we had a fight and call the police."
Paula grabbed my hand, even though it was covered in dirt, and lead the way. We were barely on our way when we heard laughter from the two behind us, so we turned and looked back. Now both of them had muddy hand-prints on their faces as well as other places.
"What, can't we have fun too?" Ms. McCrae laughed at Paula's and my surprised faces.
"Kids, you never know what they'll do next." Paula giggled as she opened a gate in a tall fence at the side of the house.
The back yard was a surprise. There was a partially roofed and screened patio stretching the full width of the house, obviously designed to look as if it were a porch extension on the house itself. Sitting in one fully screened corner of the area was a large hot tub, but what drew my eye was the view through the screening. The back yard had a manicured lawn with a deep perennial border that bloomed all around the perimeter. Then a tall privacy fence surrounded the whole area.
Paula caught my gaze and grinned. "You should have seen it a few weeks ago when the tulips and other bulbs were blooming. Mom loves to garden, so she's fixed the yard up a bit."
"Your Mom does this?"
"Yep, except for the lawn, we have a gardener come in once a week to do that. He's the guy who digs the stinky fertilizer into the front beds too. Now, off with your shirt and jeans. You can keep your shorts, for now, but I'm going to need to wash everything."
"But your Mom and Sydney, they'll see me."
"So, you'll still be in your shorts. Besides, you're going to see them too." She giggled as she grabbed a hose with a nozzle and turned on the water. "It isn't as if they'll pay much attention to you anyway; they're still 'young' lovers and fascinated with each other."
"Yes we are, but you could rinse us down and we could strip first." Sydney offered as the two women stood watching, side by side. "We don't mind, do we Aileen? After all, I imagine our bras and panties cover more area than our bathing suits would."
I looked at their grinning faces and at the suggestion of seeing them both skimpily dressed, my hard-on was back in full force. Paula didn't wait for me to make up my mind, instead she started to hose down Sydney as soon as she'd finished speaking.
"Hey, she's my lover, you've got your own." Ms. McCrae squawked, advancing and wresting the hose from Paula's hands. "Turn around Syd, let me get your back."
"Gee, it looks like we're having a wet-T-shirt contest combined with a striptease." Paula giggled at Sydney who was wriggling and squirming under the cold water on her back.
I was surprised when Sydney actually started a bump and grind, then Paula began to hum a song with a heavy beat quite loudly. Then to my astonishment Ms. McCrae handed the hose back to Paula again, then moved over by Sydney's side. Paula was spraying them alternately as they twisted and moved, trying her best to rinse off all the dirt, but the way the two women were twisting and turning, it seemed as if instead of rinsing off the mud, they were actually doing their best to show off their figures.
Neither of them had anything to be ashamed of either. Sydney was tall and statuesque, with a tiny waist and a wonderful round, bubble butt as well as large breasts. The surprise though was Ms. McCrae. I hadn't realised what a great figure she had hidden under the disguise of slightly stodgy clothes she'd been wearing, as those clothes got wet, hidden curves and delightful mounds came to light.
I'll never know what possessed me to do it, but I guess I just felt strange standing there watching. I think I surprised everyone by kicking off my sneakers and peeling off my socks, then I moved to join their dance. To my surprise that was greeted by a squeal from Paula as she blasted me with a spray of water. Then with one woman on each side of me, I found myself trying to shuffle along in an impromptu stripper/chorus line as Paula sprayed us all from head to foot.
After a moment I was astonished to feel Ms. McCrae's hands on my hips, turning me to face Sydney, who began to undo the buttons of my shirt. I didn't know what to do and glanced at Paula. She just grinned and winked, then sprayed me with an extra dose of water. Since she seemed to think it was okay, I just swayed to the music and let the two women unbutton, then remove my shirt.
When Ms. McCrae tossed my shirt aside, Sydney turned me to face Paula who sprayed me from head to toe once more. As the spray lessened, Sydney shifted between Ms. McCrae and me, then turned to face me. I stared into her face and she nodded her head, then glanced down at my hands as if asking me to be the one to unbutton her blouse. Only two buttons had survived the debacle out in front of the house. It was only seconds before Ms. McCrae was tossing the thin silk blouse aside and I was staring at two mounds of chocolate flesh supported by a thin, wet bra. Sydney obviously didn't think it was wet enough though; she turned to face Paula who cooperated by soaking down her breasts and bra with a giggle.
Then I gasped as Ms. McCrae's hands flicked to Sydney's back and undid the clasp of her bra. Sydney glanced at her, turned slightly and bent to give her a quick kiss on the lips, then spun back toward me.
"Take it off. Please?" She whispered.
My hands were shaking as I glanced at Paula who was nodding and biting her bottom lip. I slowly lifted my hands and very carefully, only handling the thin straps that went over Sydney's shoulders, managed to slip the bra off and down her arms. For several seconds I stared at two large, slightly pendulous mounds of mahogany flesh topped by dark brown, almost black, fully erect nipples that had grown as large as the end of my finger and almost an inch long. Then Ms. McCrae pulled Sydney back and stepped between us.
"My turn." She whispered, facing me.
I actually turned my head completely toward Paula, but she nodded her head firmly.
"Are you sure?" I managed to mutter.
"Do it." Paula's voice was as firm as her nod had been.
It was a lot harder for me to unbutton Ms. McCrae's blouse than it had been to do Sydney's. Firstly, this was Paula's mother, and I was feeling extremely nervous about doing it. Secondly, there were a lot more buttons, but finally it was undone. I stepped back slightly as Sydney slid the blouse off her shoulders and tossed it aside.
When Ms. McCrae turned to face Sydney, I glanced at the strap on her back, hoping to see the catch. I was thinking that I could undo the catch and let Sydney do the honours of taking off her bra; unfortunately I couldn't see it. In fact when I tried to look closer, Sydney's hand slid up Ms. McCrae's back and over top of the strap. I heard Ms. McCrae mumble something, then they broke apart and she spun back to face me.
"Undo me, please." She sighed. "The hooks are in the front."
"But, Ms. McCrae . . ." I started to protest.
"CJ, undoing my bra is the least you can do for a woman who is letting you have her only daughter." She murmured with a smile. "And really, you have to start calling me Aileen for now. Later on, if you're good, maybe you can call me Gramma."
I just stared at her in astonishment.
"CJ, get on with it." Paula said loudly.
"Umm, okay." I managed to mumble, trying to prevent my fingers from shaking with nervousness as I lifted them to the bra.
"Hurry up, CJ, I want to spray her good." Paula giggled, seeming to get delight out of my nervousness.
I had to slip one finger inside each bra cup and actually touch Aileen's soft flesh, but I did manage to get the bra open, then stepped back. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Sydney's and although Aileen was obviously older, there wasn't as much sag. Both of her breasts looked great. Tipped with light brown, slightly swollen areolas and not much more than pencil eraser sized nipples, they jiggled pleasantly as Aileen seemed to shiver while Sydney slipped it off of her shoulders and down her arms. She posed for me for a few seconds, then turned to face Paula. To my surprise, she shook her shoulders rapidly from side to side, making her breasts swing wildly under the jet of water that Paula laughingly directed at her.
The whole thing was getting to be a bit much for me though. I stepped away, circling toward Paula and leaving the two women standing together as they wrapped each other in their arms.
"Nice move." Paula whispered as she jammed the sprayer into the arm of a deck chair so it still sprayed toward the necking pair. "Quick, let's get inside before they notice we're gone."
She grabbed my hand and we dashed through the back door, skidding to a halt in a little room just inside that held a washer and drier. She spun and wrapped me in her arms, grinding herself against me, then pulled back with a giggle.
"There, I'm wet too. Now I have an excuse to be nude like everyone else is going to be." She announced as she began to peel off clothes. "Come on slow poke, off with you jeans and shorts, they need to be washed and dried. Be sure to empty your pockets. We don't want Mom to snoop."
"But . . ."
"Off with them, I'll get some towels." She spun away, leaving me alone for a few seconds.
By the time I had emptied my pockets, Paula was back with towels.
"You dry. I'll unwrap my guy." She giggled, handing me a towel and dropping to her knees in front of me
"They got you nice and hard for me." She snickered as she slid my jeans and shorts down. "I thought you might explode when you were undoing Mom's bra."
"So did I." I admitted as I started to towel myself dry. "She's still a very sexy woman."
"Oh my, you have to tell her that." She leaned forward and her lips touched the tip of my erection for an instant, causing it to jerk and her to giggle as I gasped.
"It likes me." She crowed.
"Well of course it does." I laughed, much more at ease now that we were alone again.
She stayed on her knees for a moment, her eyes sparkling as she grinned up at me and towelled my legs. "It liked Sydney and Mom too though, didn't it?"
"Oh boy, you're trying to trap me into something, aren't you?" I sighed. "But, the truth is it will react to any woman who looks sexy, that doesn't mean that I follow all of its urges."
"Well, what are you going to do with three sexy women around you all the time?"
"I just hope your sex drive is high." I grinned and tried to show more confidence. "Now that I've seen them halfway nude, I'm going to imagine them that way a lot and I'll need you to help me find relief."
"So if they tease you, I get the benefit?" She asked, grabbing the towel out of my hand and tossing it with the other clothes.
I nodded. Paula just giggled and grabbed my hand, almost making me run as she towed me down a short hall to slam the door behind us. She spun around me, then still giggling, she reaching her hands up to my shoulders and stared up into my eyes.
"Okay, you should know, Mom is a tease, but she wouldn't hurt a fly and she really likes you." She was pushing forward, forcing me back.
"She does?" I grunted, flopping back on the bed as I fell over it while backing away from her.
"Of course she does. I could see it in the way she acted toward you when you came back with Sydney."
"Well, she did say she was letting me have you." I grinned.
Her eyes got big for a second, then she giggled. Suddenly she was on the bed, standing on it, straddling my body and walking forward. Slowly her knees bent until her lower legs were pressing on my shoulders.
"Want a taste as an appetiser?" She whispered. "All I'd have to do is slide forward a little bit and your tongue could reach."
"But, you'd probably squeal, then your Mom and Sydney might hear . . ."
"Oh, I intend to make sure they hear." Paula giggled. "I'm twenty years old and Mom thought I was a failure as a woman because I've never had a boyfriend before. Now I know why I didn't, I just hadn't met the one I wanted."
"Unh, but . . ."
"And I want Mom to know you're mine, in every way." Paula sighed softly. "Please CJ, do it for me."
"But I . . ."
"Don't you want me?"
"Of course I do. You're like a drug. The more I get the more I want."
"So, take me now. You can stay here tonight and have me over and over. Mom will love it. Our noise will make Sydney horny and she'll make Mom squeal, which will make me horny, which will . . ."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"No my handsome tall lover, I'm not kidding you. What my mother wants more than anything is for me to have a guy, a guy who is willing to make love to me." She paused and then she smiled at me rather tentatively. "I think she's almost ecstatic. And Granny would be in seventh heaven if I got pregnant. Actually, Mom would be too. My family is baby happy."
"Even you!" I said flatly. "That's why you've been insisting that we don't use a condom."
"Yeah." She whispered softly. "It is."
Now she was hanging her head and she sighed.
"I'm sorry we started out that way. I screwed up, didn't I?" She whispered. "I know I should have asked you, but I do want a baby so badly and everything was just so perfect and so romantic. You were so nice and that little glade was so peaceful . . ."
Suddenly she rolled off of me and onto the bed, burying her head in the pillow.
I hate to see people cry. It seems that I feel their pain and I want to do something, anything, just to help them feel better, even people who have tried to do something to me that I didn't like. And, it wasn't as if I didn't like the idea of having a woman in my life. And, it wasn't as if my family wouldn't like me to be a father. But, if I had a woman in my life and if she was pregnant, then I was damn well going to have to plan on being married, otherwise . . . Well, otherwise, it just wouldn't be nice.
So I thought about my options and I had to smile at my reactions to the thoughts. One option was to simply make love to her . . . but what would the repercussions be to that? A second option was that I could just walk out the door and out of the house . . . well shoot down option number two, after all I just wasn't that hard hearted and on top of that all my clothes were wet and dirty. A third option was to find a way to . . .
Aww, to hell with the other options. I quickly slid onto the bed at Paula's side. Then I leaned over, used a finger to gently move her soft hair out of my way and lightly kiss her ear.
"I refuse to make love to a woman if she's crying." I whispered. "And I refuse to get a woman pregnant if she's not willing to make an honest man out of me either. So if you don't straighten up, I'm going to have to ask you to give me back all those sperm that are swimming around in your belly."
Paula stiffened like she had been poked with a needle, then she went right from crying to laughing. I was swarmed by a giggling woman who still had tears running down her face. In fact, she threw herself at me so hard that we both rolled off of her bed and fell to the floor. As we fell, I knocked over a bedside table as well as the telephone and lamp that were sitting on it. But, that didn't even seem to slow Paula. She was intent on kissing me and hugging me as though her life depended on it.
I almost leaped out of my skin when there was a quiet knock at the door.
"Are you two okay?" Aileen asked.
Paula shifted and lifted her head, giggling loudly. "Yes Mom, we're fine. We were just acting crazy and I knocked CJ into my table."
"Very well dear, but I do wish you would be careful, sometimes you're so poorly coordinated that it is a wonder you can walk."
"Yes Mom." Paula sighed, then looked at me and rolled her eyes. "I do bump into things."
I just grinned. "Oh, our poor son."
"Huh?"
"Well, I'm the world's biggest klutz and he'll have your genes too, so . . ."
"CJ, I told you, my family only has girls. If we have a baby, it's bound to be a girl, not a boy."
"You don't know much about genetics, do you." I laughed. "Check with a good geneticist, the sperm does the deciding on what gender any baby will be."
"Really?"
"Really!"
That sent her into another flurry of kisses and love bites that almost drove me wild. Then she shifted gears and leaped to her feet, dancing around like she was stepping on hot coals. Suddenly she was grabbing my hands and pulled, first wanting me on my feet, then pushing me back onto the bed.
"You wait here. Don't move. I'll be right back." She ordered, then dashed out of the room.
I lay there, wondering what she was up to now. I could hear voices, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. A few moments later, Paua came dashing back grinning widely as she dove onto the bed at my side. She held up a tube of some sort of salve and waved it at me.
"I love having a gynecologist on call." She giggled. "I'm a bit tender from earlier, but I want you again. Sydney said this will help. She did suggest that if you wanted to do any oral explorations that we do them first, some people don't like the taste of this stuff."
"Oh shit. What have I gotten myself into?" I moaned and then had to laugh. "Not only does my girl's mother know what we're doing, but so does her pussy doctor."
"Yes, they do, and they're probably jealous as heck." Paula giggled. "Now, you've been just far too hard for far too long. This stuff can wait."
She slid back on the bed and set he tube of lube aside, then moved so she could bend and kiss my cock.
"One blowjob coming up." She giggled. "Then I'd like you to lick me until I scream, okay?"
"You don't want to try a sixty-nine?"
"Unh uh, I want to concentrate on one thing at a time. First I want to try to make you groan and moan too."
Like she said, I'd been hard most of the time since Sydney and I had returned to the house, so I was certainly ready when she lifted my cock with one hand and leaned down to kiss the tip.
"I'll come fairly quickly." I warned her.
"Okay, I can practise." She whispered, then she licked the tip. "Syd gave me a few pointers to make it last longer."
She had me spread my legs and knelt between them, then using one hand to cup my balls and the other to gently stroke my shaft, she paused to look up at me and wink. Her head bent down and she slowly sucked my glans into her mouth, her tongue sliding and twisting as it teased my tenderness.
Lifting her head again, she used her fingers to move the shaft to one side and licked the other, then changed her grip and the angle to lick the other side of the shaft. Once more, her lips engulfed the head and she bobbed slowly up and down, her hand stroking at the same pace. She sped up, then slowed down, stopped and simply teased gently with her tongue.
Over and over she sucked in and slipped back, she teased and tantalised. One hand gently massaged my scrotum and squeezed my balls, the other hand gently stroked and played with my shaft. Then the tender motions were gone, she was quicker, more demanding and I was at the point of coming. She paused, lifted her head and winked at me.
Then she started over. It was wonderful and yet frustrating. This time though she moved faster and faster, harder and harder and I was being drawn deeper and deeper into her mouth. I could feel the pressure building and I warned her, but she didn't stop, didn't pause. If anything she increased the pace.
I was moaning softly, my body stiff as my pelvis thrust up to try to drive deep inside her. I exploded and she swallowed, again, again, yet again. Then I fell back onto the bed and she lifted her head wearing a satisfied smile.
Her mouth slowly opened and she leaned forward, showing me the come bathing her tongue. She winked, closed her mouth, then her eyes as she leaned her head back. It looked as if she was rolling a fine wine on her tongue. She swallowed and softly moaned then breathed deeply.
"Damn, I love how you taste." She whispered as she smiled at me.
I felt like a wet rag and I made the mistake of closing my eyes. I felt her move and lay at my side, then her lips gently kissed my cheek. I managed to bring an arm up to hold her gently and she snuggled even closer with a gentle sigh.
"Luv ya." I murmured.