Immortal Gift of Beauty
Young man finds Greek goddess....in Greece!
My wife and I were on vacation abroad, and ran into some people from our home town. It got me thinking... If it could happen to us, why not someone else?
If you're looking for a visual of our female lead character, I was picturing Sela Ward, but perhaps a little more buxom. I hope you enjoy it.
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I looked across the bed to the empty pillow next to mine. It was still warm, and would quite soon again be cradling the very pretty head of my new girlfriend.
She was in the bathroom, humming happily, and reappeared in the doorway a few seconds later.
"Ready for more?" she giggled, smiling brightly.
I suppose I should tell you more about how we met, before we go back for round two.
*****
Believe it or not, this whole thing started on my Mother's birthday.
Little did I know that I would be the one getting the gift.
Anyway, as I said, it was Mom's birthday, and Dad surprised everyone in the family with his present for her. When it came to choosing gifts for Mom, he had a history of small appliances and other household items. Mom didn't complain, of course, but even I could see that she had hoped for something more... well, personal. Something that she actually wanted, not just something for the house.
I had no illusions this year would be any different, but apparently aliens had replaced my Father with a more thoughtful version. When he handed her the small, well wrapped box, I exchanged disbelieving looks with my older sister. There had to be some mistake.
Mom giggled, and started to carefully unwrap the foil paper by tugging on the ribbon that belted the package. In typical Mom fashion, she didn't tear the paper. It would go into her pile of reusable wrapping. She lifted the lid off the box.
Inside, amid the tissue paper, she found a gift certificate... for a new bathing suit.
Ooooo, so close, I thought. Mom had recently lost some weight, and probably did need a new suit to show off her more slender, fitter self, but it still seemed like a present that Dad would get more out of than Mom.
"Thank you so much, honey," Mom smiled. She never showed her disappointment, even when the gift was a new steam iron. "I do need a new bathing suit. I might even think about a bikini, now that I'm in better shape."
"There's more, darling," Dad said with a smug confidence. "Look again."
Mom dug through the tissue, then froze. She looked at my Father, stunned, and he just nodded.
Every dog in the neighbourhood picked its head up, as Mom screamed in delight, jumping up and down before leaping into my Father's arms.
"I think she likes it," my sister whispered, standing next to me. "What do you think it is? A new blender?"
"Box is too small," I laughed. "Maybe some socks."
"Alright, you two," Dad warned, still accepting my Mother's hug of gratitude. "Be careful what you say, or you might find yourself uninvited."
We just stood silently, suitably chastised, waiting for Mom to let us know what was so exciting. When she finally settled down, she pulled a brochure out of the bottom of the box. In letters three inches high, it cleared up the mystery.
Greece. We were all going to Greece.
***
Now, Greece had always been my Mother's dream. She had no real reason for wanting to go there, but she had always wanted to. Dad had hit a home run with this one.
Of course, we weren't going right away. Dad was giving Mom free rein on this trip. It was her gift, so she got to customize it to her tastes. The rest of us were just along for the ride.
It took three months for everything to fall into place. Mom set us up on a two stop vacation. The first part of the two-week trip would be on the mainland, touring the typical tourist spots, like the Acropolis and various other ruins. It was fun, and educational, but I personally feel that once you've seen two or three crumbling stone structures, you've pretty much seen them all.
My favourite part of the trip was the second part; a glorious, relaxing week on Santorini, at a beautiful resort.
There's blue, and then there's Santorini blue. The sky and ocean seemed to be in competition to see which could be the most breathtaking azure hue, contrasting against the stark white of stucco on the buildings. It was remarkable, but not the sight I'll remember most. That came on day one, by the pool.
I had noticed something about Greece, besides that it was old. I was looking at it through a young man's eyes, so naturally the first thing I noticed was the women. In a word... Wow!
It's probably just because the women here fit my type, but it seemed like beautiful, dark-haired women grew on trees here.
It's my Mom's fault. She was a brunette, and I naturally gravitated toward her look as what women were supposed to be like. Here in Greece, they were everywhere.
I wasn't sure what I'd do for a whole week here, but I was willing to start by hanging out around the pool, where the female staff of the resort made for entertaining viewing.
Which is how I met my girlfriend, in a matter of speaking. I was watching one of the pool bar servers wiggle her butt past me, when some movement in the background caught my eye. I shifted my focus, and caught this girl about my age, climbing the ladder out of the pool. She was wearing a bikini, and the bottom half of it was so brief that almost all of her very nicely shaped ass was exposed to my eyes. She turned in profile, and raised her arms to wring out her hair, which was long, straight and light brown.
Nice tits, I thought, turning my head to follow her to her lounge. They weren't that big, but still had a cute little jiggle to them. I suppose it was obvious that I was staring at her, because as she stopped by her seat, I found myself looking into the dark eyes of a woman I assumed to be her Mother. She was wearing a black one-piece, with a big floppy hat on her head. She had tipped her sunglasses down, and was watching me watching her daughter's ass with a certain level of disapproval. Still, there was a wry grin on her face.
Caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I looked away. Far too late. I felt compelled to see if she was still looking across at me, and peeked. Indeed, she was still looking in my direction, and took her glasses off to make sure I saw her eyes. She didn't appear angry.
A few minutes later, the mystery woman began to pack up her things. She stood, her back to me for long enough to etch the much more mature curves of her own rear end in my memory. She was tall, lean and statuesque, with a classic hourglass figure. As she put her cover up back on, she turned to glance at me. I was too enthralled to look away this time, and saw the fullness of her breasts in profile.
She let her daughter lead into the hotel, blocking my view with her own body. At the time, I thought she might have been acting as a protective parent, but in retrospect, she may have been flirting. A final glance over her shoulder confirmed that I was still watching, and she smiled.
I had never really noticed older women before. I was usually more interested in their daughters, but there was something about this woman that captured my attention completely. Her beauty was undeniable. She was a goddess in the land of goddesses.
I had no idea how right I was.
***
Later that afternoon, my whole family was out by the pool again. I was sitting next to Mom, with Dad on her other side, and my sister beside him. The sun had moved, and shadows obscured the other side of the deck. My eyes were closed, enjoying the golden warmth of the later light.
"Excuse me, are these taken?" the voice said. It was a woman's voice, soft and gentle. I opened my eyes.
"Please, help yourself," my Mother replied.
It was her. Those dark eyes gazed down into mine, until she turned to smile at my Mother.
"Thank you," she said, extending her hand to Mom. "I'm Ambrosia Castellanos, and this is my daughter, Marina."
Funny how I started out watching her daughter's ass, and now hadn't even noticed that she was here. Oh well.
"I'm Carol," Mom responded. "My husband, Herbert, daughter Sharon, and son Henry," she gestured.
Ambrosia made eye contact down the line, starting with my sister, farthest away. "Hello," she smiled, "Hello, hello." She finished with me, next to her.
"Hello, Henry," she smiled, seemingly brighter than the smile she had sent the others. She arranged her towel on the lounge, and sat down elegantly.
Oh my...
My eyes tried desperately not to wander over to the long, lean, slender legs that filled the right side of my peripheral vision. My willpower was being tested further by her foot, rubbing up and down the smooth, tanned skin of her muscular calf. My mother rescued me by starting a conversation with our new friend.
"So, Ambrosia? From your name, I would guess you are from around here? From Greece, I mean," Mom asked.
"Yes," the stunning brunette smiled, "and no. I am Greek, yes. Born in Athens, grew up nearby. But I left over twenty years ago. My daughter and I are here to visit relatives. It's her first time."
"You're visiting relatives, but staying in this resort?" Mom questioned. "Not staying with your family?"
"Ah yes," Ambrosia nodded. "We Greeks and our big families. That's why I left in the first place. I'm here to visit, not renew hostilities. I'm sure you have family members you could do without?"
"Of course," Mom smiled. "Don't we all." Dad turned his head. Mom had never really been my Grandmother's favourite daughter-in-law. It was no secret.
There was a lull in the conversation between Ambrosia and my Mom, as her daughter said something that I couldn't hear. She got up, and went inside.
"Keep it short, please," Ambrosia called after her. "Halfway around the world, and she just has to call her boyfriend every morning. The phone bill is going to be more than the flight." she explained.
"Thankfully, these two don't have anyone to call right now," my Mother laughed. "You said you left Greece long ago. Where do you live now?"
"Well, I met a man who had business worldwide, so after we married, we were quite the globetrotters," Ambrosia said. "It's not the life for a child, however, and when I became pregnant with Marina, we settled in Canada."
"You're kidding! Where abouts?" Mom gasped.
"West coast, in the Vancouver area," Ambrosia replied, turning to look at my mother in surprise.
"Isn't life strange? We travel all the way to Greece, to meet a Greek woman, who could be our neighbour!" Mom smiled. "New West! We're from New Westminster!"
"Would you like to take my seat, Mrs. Castellanos?" I asked, "So you can talk easier?"
"Why thank you, yes, Henry! That's so thoughtful," she smiled. "On one condition ; please call me Ambrosia. Deal?" She extended her hand. When I took it, I found it to be soft, and smooth, and perfectly manicured.
"Yes Ma'am... I mean, yes... Ambrosia," I replied softly. Her eyes met mine for an instant, and took my breath away.
So we swapped lounges, and Ambrosia spent the next half hour talking about how small the world seemed. When Marina returned, she did a double-take, then took her seat.
"Hi Marina," I said, "I'm Henry,"
"I know," she said coldly. Apparently, her mother got all the charm.
"How's your boyfriend?" I asked.
"Fine, and none of your business," she replied.
"Okay, nice talking to you," I laughed. She just closed her eyes, and tilted her head away. I didn't see Ambrosia lean closer.
"So, Henry," she whispered. "You don't have a girlfriend at home? I find it hard to believe that a strong, handsome young man such as you doesn't have the girls lined up around the block, just waiting for a date."
My initial thought was that she was trying to set me up with Marina. Maybe she didn't like her daughter's boyfriend, and was hoping I'd displace him, but Marina didn't seem too willing to allow that.
There was something about her voice, though; Her voice, and the way she looked at me. It made me tingle. She was just so beautiful.
***
I was laying on my lounge the next morning, by myself. My sister was sleeping in, and my parents were probably doing things I'd rather not think about. I had the edge of the towel shading my eyes. From above, I heard her voice again.
"Hello Henry," she purred. The timbre of her throaty words instantly got my attention.
I tipped the towel away from my eyes, and looked up at Ambrosia. The full swell of her breasts was impossible to miss from this angle, and she had to look around them to see me.
"Hello Mrs. Cast... I mean, Ambrosia," I smiled. "Looking for a seat?"
"Yes," she smiled. "May I sit with you?"
"Certainly," I nodded, and watched as she arranged herself, dropping her wrap from around her hips. I got a good look at her ass, and it was goooooooooooooood. She was wearing blue today, and I noticed it was one of those maillots with cutouts, so it was like a bikini hybrid. It looked very sexy on her sumptuous curves.
"Where's Marina today?" I asked, taking the opportunity to scan her body again.
"Sleeping in. I just couldn't ignore the sun. I saw you from our balcony, and thought you might like some company," she replied. That smile again. God, she was gorgeous. She had a 'Sela Ward' aire about her; very elegant and sophisticated in her classic beauty, but with an undeniable sexiness bubbling just under the surface.
"Yeah, my sister is sleeping in, too," I laughed, piling the extra towel on my lap, to disguise the bulge that had to be growing there. I wasn't immune to her, despite our age difference.
"Well, it's their loss," she giggled. "Such a glorious day! So, tell me about Henry."
It wasn't a suggestion. She wanted to know more about me, and even though we were far from well acquainted, I felt compelled to tell her.
I filled in a few blanks. I was eighteen, starting college in a month, a year behind my sister. Hoping to play football.
"Your turn, Ambrosia," I smiled.
"You want to know about me?" she asked, playing coy. "I'm sure you'd find me boring."
"Not at all," I laughed. "You're here with Marina, and you live near us at home. Is your husband still at home?"
"No, I'm afraid... My husband passed away two years ago," she replied. A touch of sadness appeared in her eyes.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ambrosia. I didn't mean to..."
"Don't worry about it," she said, dismissing my comment. "You couldn't possibly know, and it's past. Truly Henry, it's okay."
I nodded, and we sat silently for a moment, before she spoke.
"Henry? You don't strike me as a Henry," she smiled.
"Well, no, I suppose not. Mom calls me Henry, and my sister when she's trying to get under my skin," I explained. "Most of my friends call me Hank."
"Hank. Yes, that's more fitting for you. Alright, in your mother's presence I will stick to Henry, but between us, it's Hank," she giggled. It was girlish, and very attractive. "My friends call me Brosie, so I believe you should too."
"Deal," I grinned, shaking her hand.
"Okay, Hank," she said quietly, as she stood, and discarded her hat. She stretched her arms high, giving me the full effect of her very enticing bathing suit. Her tummy looked very firm and flat, especially in contrast to her chest, which was far from flat. My towel stirred. "I'm going for a swim. Watch my stuff?"
"Of course," I nodded. I'll be watching you, too.
She walked around to the far side of the pool, and tiptoed into the water. When it was waist deep, she looked over at me and waved, then dove under the surface. She came up in the deep end, looking like a tropical goddess. I watched her as she swam lap after lap, her body sliding effortlessly through the water. She seemed totally at ease, and completely comfortable under my gaze.
I suddenly realized that I was sporting a nearly full erection. I pressed on my crotch to quell the urge. There was a pool of cool water over there that would probably complete the deflation process, but I had to get from here to there without showing all of Greece that I was aroused. More specifically, I didn't want Ambrosia to see it.
I stood, keeping the towel in my hand until I was nearly at the edge of the pool. Tossing it back to my seat, I dove straight in. There. Safe.
I came up right in front of her. It hadn't been my intention. I was more concerned with getting into the pool than where I was going.
"Oh! Hello there!" she gasped as I popped up within arms length. She was chest deep, and the water's motion was making her boobs float in a way that my eyes couldn't ignore. The blood which had been leaving my dick immediately reversed direction. She swam around me into deeper water, then put her hand on my shoulder as she swept the wet hair out of her eyes.
"I'm getting out now," she smiled. "I've cooled off enough."
I haven't, I thought, as I watched her stroke away smoothly. Then she climbed out via the ladder, showing me her spectacular ass again. Her suit had slipped up into her butt crack, and she pulled it out as she walked across the deck. It was a wonderful show, and increased the time I'd have to spend in the water before I could safely leave. It took about five minutes before I was soft again.
I felt her eyes on me as I climbed out, and she tossed me a towel when I was clear of the water.
"Thank you," I laughed, wiping my shoulders. I took my seat, and we sat quietly for a few minutes. My eyes were closed, but I could still see the body beside me in my mind. I felt her hand on my arm.
"Hank... I want to go for a walk around town, and Marina isn't interested in going," she said softly. "Would you like to come with me? I'd feel better if I had someone to go with. I'll buy you lunch?"
"Sure, Mrs. um, Amb... Brosie," I stumbled.
"Keep trying. You'll get it," she laughed. "Okay, I'll meet you in the lobby in thirty minutes." She stood up, wrapped her towel around her hips, and gathered her stuff. She bent over to grab her hat, and gave me a view of her magnificent cleavage. "See you in the lobby."
Off she went, wiggling her towel covered ass at me, and nearly causing another erection. I laid there, trying to keep my composure, and wondering what I had gotten myself into.
***
Thirty minutes later, I was in the lobby, and heard the click of heels behind me. Before I could turn around, hands covered my eyes. I felt her breasts against my back.
"Guess who?" she giggled. She released me before I replied, and let me turn around.
Wow. Dressed all in white, she looked spectacular. Her blouse was crisp, and while the body was solid and opaque, the long sleeves were diaphanous. A hint of cleavage peeked out through the partially unbuttoned front. Her skirt was mid-thigh, showing off her long legs. High heeled sandals adorned her feet. The floppy hat topped her head, and her long hair was draped over her left shoulder.
"How do I look?" she asked, doing a slow turn for me. "Not too much an old lady to be seen with you?"
Old lady? Yeah, right. If you're an old lady, I'll never look at a young girl again. She was waiting for me to say something. Apparently, my slack jaw and drool weren't enough confirmation.
"Brosie, you look fantastic!" I finally blurted out.
"Thank you," she smiled, "and thanks for calling me Brosie, Hank."
"Where are we going?" I asked, extending my elbow.
"How gallant!" she giggled, hooking her arm in mine. "That way."
Together, we walked slowly out the door, and into the narrow streets.
"So your mother is okay with you going out alone?" she asked, as we walked along the cobbled street.
"I'm sure she will be when she reads the note. My sister was still asleep. So were my parents," I said, leaning closer and lowering my voice. "I think they were having sex earlier."
"Oh my!" she laughed. "Good for them!" She clutched my arm closer, pressing her breast against me. It might have been accidental, but either way I felt it, and it felt wonderful.
We made smalltalk as we walked, and Brosie found a few shops she wanted to browse through. This was somehow very different than shopping with my mother, even though it still held little interest for me. She found a few items that she asked my opinion on, but didn't purchase anything. We moved on, until she found a jewellery store, with a very nice silver necklace in the window.
"I like that," she said, gesturing to the bauble. "What do you think?"
"Hard to tell on the shelf," I replied. "I'd have to see it on you." I wasn't flirting, just stating the obvious.
"You're right. Come on," she smiled, dragging me inside the shop. Within minutes, the proprietor had retrieved the necklace, and was fastening it around Brosie's neck. She turned to me. "Well?"
It really was a nice necklace ; thin, braided silver chain that wound around and became thicker as it formed itself into a deep V. The tip hung like a serpentine tail, and was long enough to be obscured by the buttoned front of her blouse. She had, however, undone one more fastener to give me the full effect, and I was able to see the silvery tip dangling in her deep cleavage. Oh, to be that necklace.
"It's... Um, wow... It looks great, Brosie," I stammered, obviously not as cool as I would have liked. She looked at me, a wry grin on her face as I fought to pull my eyes away from her display of delicious, creamy flesh.
"I'll take it," she smiled. She handed the merchant a credit card, and moments later we were back outside in the sun.
The light glimmered off the necklace, which remained quite visible in her now wider neckline. I'm sure she knew I was stealing glances at her beautiful breasts, and was making every effort to give me a good show.
"I'm hungry. Let's find a café," she suggested, steering my by the elbow toward the ocean. "Someplace with a view."
I've got a great view, right here, I thought. It's going to be hard to beat it.
We arrived at a restaurant, and were seated on the patio, overlooking the azure perfection below. It really was a nice view, but I was still having trouble deciding which one I liked more. Her cleavage was much more tangible, and from this point of view, she was stunning.
"Thank you for coming with me," she smiled, playing with the strands of the necklace. It made the serpent-like tail twirl in the gap between her breasts. We opened our menus. I immediately noticed a problem.
"Um, it's in Hellenic, not that that matters. I've been here a week and still don't know what I'm eating," I laughed.
"Well, it's been a long time for me, too," she smiled. "I'm westernized now, but at least I can read it." She leaned closer, resting her breasts on the table for my continued viewing pleasure. "Do you trust me?"
"I think so, yes," I nodded. "Just no goat's eyes or sheep testicles, please," I made a face.
"I promise," she giggled, crossing her heart. I'm sure she knew I was enthralled by her chest, because she kept giving me reasons to look at it.
When the waiter came to take our orders, Brosie did the honours, while I just sat back and watched. He left, and she turned her chair a little toward the ocean. She continued to torment me by fiddling with her necklace, attracting my gaze further. The breeze was refreshing, and I swear I began to detect two distinct points on her breasts. I myself only had one point, and it was thankfully hidden under the table.
The meal was quite good, although I still didn't know what I had eaten, and was afraid to ask. Brosie shifted her chair closer, and leaned against my shoulder.
"This is lovely," she said softly. "You're sure you don't mind being out with an old lady?"
I'm young, and pretty stupid when it comes to women. My list of bedroom conquests stood at two, and both of them were drunk at the time. Still, I wasn't dumb enough to miss that she was fishing. She wanted me to tell her she wasn't old. I couldn't see any harm in that.
"Brosie, you're far from old. You look fantastic, and I'm sure there are millions who wish they looked as good as you regardless of their age," I smiled, laying it on thick. "I'd go anywhere with you."
"My daughter doesn't think so," she said quietly. "She thinks I'm embarrassing. She doesn't like the attention I get, but I can't help it if I get noticed."
"Well, in my admittedly limited experience, I think that's just part of being a teenage girl," I said. "She's supposed to be the centre of attention. I'm sure she doesn't even realize she's doing it."
"Maybe not," Brosie nodded, gazing out to sea, deep in thought. Her fingers toyed with the silver that adorned her cleavage. I saw her expression change slightly, becoming more of a grin than a frown. "Let's go. I want to go back to that shop with the pottery, then we can go back to the resort. Okay?"
"Whatever you want," I laughed. "I'm just the muscle."
She laughed back, and theatrically felt my bicep. I flexed for her.
"Oooooooooo, yes you are!" she gasped. "Yes you are!"
It didn't take long to get back to that shop, and she immediately picked up the pot she had been interested in earlier. It was big, round and heavy. Being Grecian, I suppose it was more of an apothecary, or an urn. Brosie paid for it, and I, the mule, hoisted the box for the short trip back to the resort. It was a two hand job, so I lost my arm candy for a few minutes.
As we entered the lobby, she bolted ahead to check outside. She returned with a smile, and pushed the elevator button.
"Marina is out by the pool," she smiled softly. "Please help me to my room with that? It's too heavy for me."
"Of course. No problem," I nodded, following her into the elevator. In the confined space, I picked up her scent ; perfume and shampoo mixed with her own, natural aroma. It was intoxicating. Somehow I had missed it before.
Brosie led me down the hall, and stopped at a doorway, swiping her card in the lock. She pushed it open, and stepped in.
It was a very nice suite. The door to the adjoining room was open.
"My god. I swear Marina was raised by wolves! Look at the mess!" she gasped. I glanced in, and saw a very dishevelled bed, with clothes strewn wildly about the room.
"Looks like my room," I laughed.
"Well, yeah, but you're a man. Messiness is in your DNA," she smiled. "Put it on the table, over there," she pointed.
I walked over, and placed the box on the tabletop. When I turned back, Brosie was leaning against the closed door.
"Hank... I had a great time today," she said quietly, stepping in my direction. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course," I smiled. She stopped in front of me.
"Well, I don't mean to embarrass you, but I couldn't help noticing that you were spending a lot of time looking at my breasts," she whispered. I looked down her cleavage again, as if to confirm her conclusion. "Yes, like that. Do you like them?"
"I'm really sorry, Bro... Amb... Mrs. Castellanos," I stammered, reverting to scolded child mode.
"Hank, we covered that. Call me Brosie... and I'm not angry with you," she smiled, easing closer. "I asked if you liked them. Do you?"
"Yes, I do," I smiled. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful. Is that the question you wanted to ask? I think you know how beautiful you are, don't you?"
"Now how do I answer that without sounding like the most conceited woman in the world?" she giggled. "No, that's not really what I wanted to ask."
"Well?" I said, leaving it up to her. She had caught me checking out her tits, and wasn't mad. I was happy not to be getting a lecture. She took a deep breath.
"What I wanted to ask... I feel so silly. Maybe you should just go," she breathed. Before I could move, she spoke up. "No, wait!" Another breath. "Would it be okay... Hank... Oh, fuck! Would you kiss me? Please?"
THAT I didn't see coming. You want me to kiss you? You want to... for us... to kiss?
"Um, okay..." I began.
"Only if you want to," she reassured me. "Do you?"
"Yes, of course. You just surprised me. Ask me again," I said gently.
"Would you like to kiss me, Hank?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.
I answered by taking her in my arms, and pressing my lips to hers. She moaned softly, and her lips parted, admitting my tongue. I tried not to appear over anxious, but I was on fire. She was the most beautiful, captivating woman I had ever met, and she wanted to kiss me.
She patted me on the chest, pulling back, and smiled at me. I released her, and she walked slowly over to the door. She stood with her back to me for a few seconds, as though making a decision. Her hand was on the doorknob. She reached up, and put the chain on the door. Then she closed the door to the adjoining room, and put the deadbolt on.
"I'm sure I'll get questions from Marina if she comes up and sees the door locked," she smiled, moving back toward me, "but nothing compared to what will happen if she catches us doing this." A final lunge, and she tackled me onto the bed, resuming the kiss with renewed energy.
Her hands were everywhere, while I was still processing the fact that this woman was laying in bed with me. I kissed back, but didn't really know what else to do. Still with her tongue swirling around mine, she desperately sought out my hands with hers. She pushed one down, until it was resting on her rump, and pressed her hand over it. The other she pulled up her side. She moaned as her breast finally filled my hand. I could feel her nipple, hard as a pebble, through her bra.
I pulled up on her skirt slightly, and she moaned again, breaking the kiss. The face that looked back at me through her tousled brunette waves wasn't angry. It was aroused. She stood, and kicked off her sandals.
"Hank," she smiled, reaching behind her lower back to unzip her skirt, "I haven't been with a man since my husband died." The skirt slid silently down over her hips, and pooled around her ankles, leaving her in a pair of lacey, white hi-cut panties. Her fingers moved to the buttons on her blouse, and slowly worked their way down. "I'm not expecting this to lead to anything, so don't feel pressured, okay?" She reached the bottom button, and paused. "I saw the way you looked at me. I know we only met yesterday, but... Hank, it's been too long since anyone looked at me like that. I know I could be your mother, but..."
I had heard enough, and quickly rolled off the bed, closing on her in two strides. I swept her into my arms, and pinned her to the wall. I grabbed her wrists and held them together above her head, then kissed her neck. She gasped, and responded with another moan.
Her breathing quickened as I used my free hand to push her blouse open. Her bra was filled to capacity. Two magnificent, full, round globes of exquisite femininity were barely contained, with two obviously erect nipples making tents in the lace. I palmed her left breast.
"Oh god, Hank, yes," she purred, squirming against my body. "Take me. I'm yours."
With her hands still restrained, I fondled her roughly, then grabbed the front of her bra, between the cups, and yanked it up, causing her big, beautiful boobs to spill out before my eyes. They were even more impressive than I imagined.
"Oh, Brosie," I hissed, and dropped my head to latch onto her tall, thick nipple. I suckled hard, releasing her hands to fondle the other breast. She quickly shrugged her way out of the blouse, and unhooked her bra, removing it as well. Her hands then moved to my hair, ruffling it softly while I continued to lick and suck her sensitive nubs. She leaned back against the wall, and let me have my way, moaning quietly.
When I moved away from her nipples, she pulled me up into another scalding kiss. Her arms around my neck, she pulled herself up, hooking one long leg around my hip to rub her mound on my hard bulge.
"God, you feel so hard!" she growled, between kisses. Her hands began to pull at my clothes, starting with my shirt. I raised my arms and let her peel it off over my head. She pushed me back, then walked around me to sit on the edge of the bed. "Come here," I demanded, crooking her finger. "Let me see what you've got in those shorts."
I didn't argue, stopping in front of her. She looked up into my eyes, and caressed the tightly tented fabric of my bulge. She grinned, and cupped my balls, then began to tug at my belt, unbuckling it smoothly. She pulled it out of the loops and tossed it aside. Next came the button, and finally the fly, until she merely had to pull my shorts down. I had kicked off my shoes, so I had no trouble stepping out of the shorts when she did so.
Only my underwear remained, and without the backing of my shorts, they were doing a poor job of restraining my erection. Brosie caressed me again, and rubbed her cheek against the huge tent.
"Mmmmm. So warm and hard," she giggled, peeking over the waistband, "and big! My goodness, Hank!"
She peeled the underwear down until my cock sprung out to stand straight in front of her.
"Oh, I'm going to like this," she whispered, grasping my shaft and stroking it gently. "This is quite the piece of equipment, honey. I'm not sure how much I can..." she paused, and kissed the tip. She licked some of the precum off, and moaned again, then opened wide, gulping down as much as she could.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, holding her head. "Oh shit, that's good, Brosie!"
She worked on me with her hands and mouth, going deeper and deeper with each stroke, until her lips almost reached the base of my cock. Her moans reverberated up my shaft, and through my balls, driving me crazy.
She sucked me like this for several minutes, using long, deep strokes down her throat, and her hands when she needed air. She paused, holding my dick reverently, and looked up at me.
"I need it, Hank. I need to feel a man's penis inside my vagina again," she said quietly, nearly begging for me to do it. "Please fuck me, Hank. Fuck me, now."
I bent to kiss her. Her lipstick was smudged from our kisses and my cock. She smiled and scooted up the bed, removing her panties as she did. When she spread her legs, I found her pussy bare, and very, very wet, the lips pouting open in anticipation of my intruder. I leaned between her thighs, letting her guide me into her.
I pushed between her lips, which stretched open to allow my shaft inside. Initially, there was some resistance, and Brosie groaned in discomfort. She panted a few times, then relaxed. This time, I pushed in smoothly.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Hank, my pussy is officially yours. God! It's so full, and so fucking good. Just hold it there for a minute, and let me get used to it. My vibrator is a toothpick compared to your dick!"
I was fine with holding still. Her mouth had nearly made me cum, and the heaven that was her pussy was sure to be every bit as exciting. I needed to get myself under control. I didn't want to disappoint her.
She was undulating her hips and moaning softly, rotating her pussy slightly on my shaft.
"Hank, I'm ready. Go ahead," she smiled.
I pulled back about halfway, and pushed back inside slowly.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssssss," she hissed, holding me close. Her breasts squashed against my chest deliciously, as I repeated the process, over and over. My strokes got longer, harder and faster as I went, and Brosie became more vocal.
"Oh god! Oh god, yes, Hank! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! It's so good! Oh fuck! So good! Your cock is so good! My poor little pussy has been so lonely! Oh... Oh... Oh fuck, Hank, I'm going to cum! I'm cumming Hank! YESSSS! YESSSS! YESSSSS!"
She wasn't the only one. I'd like to say it was being in bed with this absolute goddess that had me ready to squirt already, but the truth is much simpler. She was only my third sexual experience, fourth if you count my long term relationship with my right hand. Speaking of my right hand...
I pulled out, and finished myself off. Her pussy was dripping wet, so my shaft was nicely lubricated, and I had no trouble stroking my cock until it exploded. Oh boy, did it ever.
I came all over her. No... I don't think you understand. I mean, I came like a racehorse. I must have given myself hundreds of orgasms, but I had never cum like this. It just kept cumming, and cumming, decorating Brosie's body in ropes and blots of pearly semen.
There was something very incongruous about Brosie's body covered in my cum. She was so beautiful, and elegant, yet when she was naked, and painted with cum, she didn't look elegant. She looked like a wanton slut, especially when she ran her fingertips through the puddles, and licked them, moaning happily. However, since it was my cum, and she was my slut, I could live with it.
Oh yeah... I could live with it, just fine.
*****
So, that's how I found myself here, in Brosie's bed, looking at her as she returned from the bathroom. If you recall, she asked if I was ready for more.
She was standing, with one arm above her head, and the other holding the door frame. She had her hips turned, legs crossed coyly in that way women do when they are being modest. Naked, of course, so no modesty was required.
When I saw her... My god, was it only yesterday? When I first saw her by the pool, I was stricken by her beauty. She was everything I could ever ask for in a woman. Now, nude, I found that my initial impression was conservative. Michaelangelo himself never dreamt of such feminine perfection, and now she was asking me if I wanted more of her?
Yes please.
"Come here, gorgeous," I smiled.
"Ooooo! Gorgeous? I like it, but flattery is hardly necessary, young man," she giggled, slinking across the room, and crawling up the bed toward me. She kissed me softly. "That was wonderful, but I'm afraid you've only awakened an appetite I forgot I had. I hope you're willing to feed me a little more."
"Well, I suppose I could. Just a little," I replied, playfully.
"Mmmmm, honey, there's nothing little about you," she purred, cuddling next to me.
I could say the same about you, I thought, looking down at her breasts. She read my eyes.
"I think I've found a boob man," she laughed.
"Sorry," I nodded sheepishly.
"Sorry? Why? I love it when men notice my breasts. That's what they're for," she smiled. "The only thing I love more than having them noticed, is having them sucked, caressed and worshipped."
"Well, we should get along fine then," I whispered, pulling her closer. I enjoyed the feeling of her big tits between us, and kissed her again. Her hand reached down, and grabbed my penis, tugging it back to life. It didn't take long before it was ready.
"If you don't mind," she breathed, throwing her leg over me. She sat up, and rubbed her pussy along my hard shaft. She was still very juicy, and was soon lowering her gash over my cock again.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, yes," she groaned, "That's the spot. You have a very nice cock, Hank. Those college girls are going to love it."
I intertwined fingers with her, supporting her while she rode me slowly. My eyes fell to her breasts again, and she smiled, shaking her shoulders to bounce them for me. Her nipples were as tall and thick as the tip of my pinky, and I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting them once more. She leaned closer, putting her hands on my shoulders, and hanging her globes within nibbling range. I fluttered my tongue across her right nipple.
"Mmmmm, that's my darling," she moaned. "Suck my tits."
I tried to suck as much of her areola into my mouth as possible, eliciting another groan of bliss from her. She held my head tight to her breast with one hand, while she continued to skewer herself on my cock. Her pussy was gripping my shaft in a snug embrace, unlike I had ever known. It was remarkable.
Brosie was obviously enjoying herself, if her sounds were any indication. As for myself, I was truly in heaven. What could be better than getting to fondle, suckle and play with a pair of tits like hers, while her pussy pleased my dick? I was starting to reevaluate my previous stance on young women. If Brosie was a fair representation of more mature lovers, then I would have to spend more time pursuing the more experienced end of the female spectrum.
Almost as soon as I thought it, I knew it wasn't a fair comparison, because Brosie was so clearly NOT a fair representation. She was by far a unique and incredibly rare combination of beauty, sexuality and unrequited desire. Like four leaf clovers, you could search a lifetime and not find one. When you did, you held onto it.
Perhaps I could hold onto her. Fate had brought us together, halfway around the world. The fact that she now lived a short half hour drive away from my home seemed to be divine providence, and wasn't lost on me.
Brosie's body began to quiver, as her orgasm approached. She tossed her head back in a mute scream of joy, and shuddered through several waves, her body spasming abruptly. I held her, and she rode out the surges, then collapsed on my chest, breathing in ragged, tortured gasps.
"Oh my god, Hank," she hissed, kissing my chest softly. She lifted her hips, dislodging my penis, and snuggled into my side.
"How long do you think we have before your parents are worried about you?" she asked after a prolonged silence.
"I don't know. When will Marina come looking for you?" I replied softly.
Brosie raised her head, and looked into my eyes. She grinned.
"You're right. We only have time for one more," she said, arching her eyebrows. "How about from behind? Fuck me long and hard from behind, and cum inside me. I want to feel the heat."
I hoped with all my being that she had left out one word in her directive. Today. We only have time for one more... today. I had been given a chance to sample perfection, and had no wish to go back to the mundane. The thought of continuing to have access to her was very attractive.
Well... If this was to be my last time with her, I'd make it a good one. Brosie had taken the appropriate position on all fours, and was looking over her shoulder, smiling at me. I scrambled to catch up, and knelt behind her. She playfully rubbed her rump against me.
"We are definitely going to need to find a way... Ooooo," she began, pausing as I slid inside her firmly. I started to stroke deeply into her warm pussy. "I, um... we need... fuck... more time... together."
Music to my ears.
I caressed her hips with both hands, slowing my pace slightly to a more languid, sensual one. Knowing that she wanted to continue together... that I wasn't just a vacation boy toy... made me very happy. It also curbed my selfish nature. Yes, I was going to enjoy this, but I'd see to that she did, too.
I reached down, and pulled her up onto her knees only, lifting her upper body to a more vertical position. She moaned as I reached around to cup both of her breasts, and nuzzled her neck. I wasn't able to fuck her as deep in this position, but I could still grind into her while fondling her bountiful boobs.
"Oh Hank, honey, that's very nice," she whispered, as I kissed and tongued her ear. "You have great hands, so big and strong. They feel marvellous on my breasts."
"Well then, it must be your breasts," I smiled, nuzzling her nape again, "because my hands are just hands. It's you're breasts that are marvellous."
"There you go with the flattery again," she giggled. "It's going to go straight to my head."
"Such a pretty head," I replied.
"Oh... Stop buttering me up and just fuck me, stud," she growled. "Gimme that cock! Don't forget, there are people who will be looking for us soon. Save the marathon session for another day."
"You got it," I laughed, pushing her back to all fours. She had barely set herself before I began to drill her with hard, full length strokes, slapping into her backside sharply.
"Oh shit! Yes! That's it, honey! Fuck my pussy hard! It's so good!" she gasped, her hair flying wildly. I gripped her hips tighter, and shifted gears, pounding her even faster. "Mmmnnahhhn! Oh fuck! Gonna cum! Keep going! Don't stop! Mnohmmygod! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she grunted.
I kept slamming her from behind, watching her beautiful ass shudder with each ecstatic collision, and she grunted though at least two more orgasms. Mine wasn't far away, and somehow she knew.
"Do it, baby! Spew that beautiful, hot sperm of yours deep inside my little pussy! Fill me up!" she moaned.
"GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN! YESSSS!" I groaned, louder than I had intended, as I erupted inside her. Surge after surge of orgasmic joy poured out into her depths, while I held her hips tight.
"Mmmmm. Yes. Mmmmm hmmm. That's it baby," she sighed, rotating her hips to accept my load. "Such a nice, warm feeling, way up inside me."
Brosie slipped from my hands, and laid prone on the bed, catching her breath. I rested atop her, trying to support as much of my weight as possible on my knees and elbows.
"That was wonderful," she smiled, eyes closed. "I would really like to scream when you make me cum like that, but there are too many ears here. Off me please... I need to check on something."
I rolled off her, freeing her to peek around the edge of her balcony door.
"Yeah, Marina is down there. She's sitting with your parents. It looks like she's talking with your sister," she smiled. I sat back and watched her statuesque, nude body as she peered around the door frame. A shimmering trail of my semen trickled slowly down her inner thigh. "I hate to kick you out, but now would be a great time for you to scoot back to your room, while we know exactly where everybody is."
"Right," I nodded, rounding up my clothes.
"Have a quick shower, so your mother doesn't smell sex on you," she advised. "I'll do the same, and join you out there soon."
***
I didn't encounter anyone making the dash back to my room. My shower was very quick, and I changed my clothes to go down to the pool. I wasn't sure what to expect from everyone when I arrived.
Mom saw me walking toward them, and waved.
"Well, hello there," she smiled as I tossed my towel on the lounge nearby. "I was beginning to wonder if Mrs. Castellanos had stolen my son."
I froze. What did she mean by that?
"You must be tired. Did she drag you all over the island?" Mom asked.
"Yeah, I think so," I laughed, relieved that she didn't seem to suspect anything. I suddenly occurred to me that I should play it the way a teenage boy being dragged around on an unwanted shopping trip would react. I mean, I wasn't supposed to be happy about it, was I? Pretend she's ugly, and didn't just fuck you senseless. "I think your mother should be a professional window shopper," I sneered at Marina.
"Welcome to my world," she responded, then went back to chatting with my sister.
"At least she bought me lunch," I grunted as I took my seat. "I had to carry a big, heavy box all the way back here, too."
There. That should do it. I am very unhappy about Brosie... I mean, Mrs. Castellanos... using me as her personal pack mule. Obviously, it goes without saying that we're not having sex. I covered my eyes, and laid back to rest.
A few minutes later, Brosie arrived. I decided not to react, and kept my face under the towel. She said her hellos all around, and apologized to my mother for keeping me so long. I heard Marina gasp.
"Mother! Have you no shame?" she hissed.
Okay, that I have to investigate. I lifted the towel, and peeked.
Brosie was just unwrapping her cover up, revealing the black bikini she was wearing. Actually, that's not quite correct. It was wearing her. She was spilling out of the top. Somehow, I suppressed a moan.
"I'm on vacation, dear. I believe you're wearing less," Brosie said with parental finality. Of course, Marina also had less to put in the bikini.
"I think she looks great," my Mom said, defending her fellow mother. "If I looked like that, I'd wear a bikini, too. You'd like that, wouldn't you, honey?" she continued, bringing my father into the fray.
"Of course, dear," he agreed, skillfully keeping his eyes from popping out as Brosie leaned over to arrange her towel on the lounge next to me. Her magnificent breasts hung like ripe cantaloupes in the black bikini cups. She stood, made very brief eye contact with me, and took her seat, a smirk of contentment tickling her lips.
"Thank you, Carol," she said with a giggle.
So I sat, trapped between my Mother and a woman who could be my mother. The one that wasn't was torturing me by displaying herself so perfectly to my right, her body so close and so fresh in my memory. The one that was would never understand my new relationship with the one that wasn't, so I had to try to control myself. I turned my head away from my Mother.
Brosie glanced at me, and I mouthed a silent 'oh my god'. She grinned, and toyed with the necklace again.
My family and I had five more days here, before we went home. Brosie and Marina were just starting their vacation, and would be a week behind us. So I had five days until I would be forced to do without my buxom Greek goddess, but that would last only a week.
Five days. Five days with my family in the way. Five days with her daughter in the way. Five days of heaven, or five days of hell?
***
A bit of both, actually. It took us two days to find a way to be alone. If my parents only knew what we were doing while they were on their tour.
Marina even helped, by taking my spot. She had become friends with my sister, and was bored by the pool.
As for me? I was deathly ill. I probably wouldn't get out of bed all day. The flu, you know. Cough, cough, sniffle. Mrs. Castellanos graciously offered to check on me from time to time.
I answered the knock on the door, and found Brosie standing there, wearing her bikini, and a smile.
"They're gone. We have four hours," she giggled, parading past me. "What are you doing out of bed, young man? I'm here to take your temperature."
"I'm pretty sure I have a fever," I laughed, closing the door. I locked it. Then I opened it again, and put the 'do not disturb' sign on the doorknob. Closing and locking it again, I turned back to face her. She was posed provocatively, hands on hips.
"Poor dear!" she smiled. "Do you like my suit?"
"Um, yeah. I almost had a stroke when you showed up in it by the pool the other day," I told her.
"I couldn't help myself," she explained. "I felt so sexy after we finished. Now about that stroke... come here. I'll stroke you." Her hands disappeared behind her back, and seconds later, the bikini top was on the floor. The bottom followed shortly.
"Mmmmm, much better without the suit," I moaned.
"We should go to the nude beach before you go," she smiled, slinking closer. "I'd go topless by the pool, but I don't think your mother would approve."
"I'm sure my Dad would!" I laughed.
"That's exactly why your mother wouldn't," she giggled, snuggling into my arms. "Marina would disown me."
"I'll take you," I replied, planting a kiss on her lips.
"Ooooo, now that sounds like a wonderful idea," she moaned, her dark eyes sparkling. "Promise?"
In lieu of a response, I scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Placing her gently on her back, I took a place between her legs, and laid on my stomach. We didn't have time for this last time, but I really wanted to taste her.
"Oh god, honey," she breathed seductively, "please do it. Eat me. I love being licked."
I had a feeling I was going to like licking her. Two previous girlfriends had let me go down on them... only one had let me fuck her afterwards... and I enjoyed the taste of their juices. They were both just girls, though. Brosie was a woman, and her pussy was spectacular.
I gave it a close inspection. Her lips were thick, and almost purple, dangling open in anticipation of my tongue finding a way inside. Her clit stood at the top of her slick opening, poised on the altar of her mons. A few whisps of dark curls above her clit were all that remained of her pubes. Inhaling deeply, her musky perfume filled my nostrils, and lit my brain on fire.
I moved closer, within tongue range, and caressed the prominent bump of her clit with it. She gasped, and moaned softly. Her juices were abundant, enticing me with their aroma, and I found myself unable to resist. I licked her, in one long, slurping pass from asshole to clit. Her moans grew louder, and she put a hand on my head, holding me close to her vagina. I repeated the lick, over and over, varying the path each time. Her hand tangled in my hair, and she began to give me directions. That was fine with me. She was the owner of the pussy in question, and knew how it worked better than anyone on the planet. Certainly better than some young guy who had done it only twice before. Take me to school, teacher.
What I really needed was a secretary, to write down the instructions for future study, while I did the practical application.
"Mmmmm, that's good, honey... a little higher... a little more... Oh god, yes! That's the spot! Right there! Now, lick it faster... faster... Oh yeah!" she groaned. Her directives continued, shaping my natural enthusiasm into something she could make use of. It occurred to me that I could learn a lot from her. Even if we didn't stay together long, I would have to come away from it a better lover.
Not that I wanted to use my skills on anyone else. No, I'd stay in school for as long as she was willing to hold classes.
So I applied her tutorial, licking her here, there, and wherever she told me to. I fingered her when she asked, and sucked what she wanted sucked. It was a fun exploration, and an effective one, too.
"Your tongue!" she gasped. "Jam your tongue as far up my pussy as you can! Oh yes! Yes honey! Yes! YESSSS! FUCK YESSSS!"
It's a good thing everyone was on the tour, at the other end of the island, because this was not a quiet Brosie-gasm. She screeched, and I gulped down the delicious honey that gushed from her cunt. By the time she finished, I had a slick shine from my cheekbones to my collarbones. I looked up her body, watching her beautiful tits shudder and shake with her ragged breathing. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say I earned an 'A' on this assignment.
"Ooooo, Hank, honey... You take direction very well," she said dreamily. "Very well, indeed. That was goooooood! My head is spinning!"
A few minutes later, I knew what she was talking about. She had placed me on my back on the bed, skinned my underwear off, and was apparently sucking my brains out through my dick. My ability to think at all was gone, and each time she plunged her head down my shaft, it made my eyes roll back. I had been given blowjobs before, but Brosie was in a class of her own. She had me on the brink in no time.
"Um, Brosie?" I said, gently stroking her hair.
"Mmmmm hmmm?" I moaned, pausing with the head of my cock still in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Her eyes locked with mine.
"I'm very close to cumming. If you want to fuck, you'd better stop," I told her. It was a courtesy warning, not a request, and she knew it. The corners of her mouth smiled, as much as possible with my cock still between her lips.
If I thought she was good before, I hadn't felt anything yet. She swirled her tongue around the head, and began a pattern of head bobs, suction, and hand motions that would test anyone's coordination. Within a minute, I had two handfuls of her dark hair, and was gasping for air as she swallowed every drop that my cock was spurting down her throat. A final cleansing suck, and she released me with a smile, and a smack of her lips.
Mmmmm, mmmm," she moaned, crawling up to cuddle against my side . "Fresh and tasty."
After a half hour of recovery, snuggling and making out, we found ourselves busy violating every horizontal surface in the room, and several vertical ones as well. The bathroom counter, bedside tables, chair and even the luggage rack were all used to aide us in a couple of hours of hot, sweaty sex. We fucked standing up against the wall, in the doorway, and on the floor. She rode me in the chair, and I bent her over the back of it to fuck her from behind. The only surface we didn't use was my sister's bed, and of course, we stayed out of my parents room.
After another orgasm for me, and several for Brosie, we were tangled together in my bed, catching out breath. This had been the most memorable afternoon of my life. Brosie was resting her head on my chest, and caressing my skin softly.
"I have really missed this," she said quietly. "Not the sex... well okay, I missed the sex, which is fan-fucking-tastic, by the way. I didn't only miss the sex. I missed the emotional connection. I love the warm feeling afterwards. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
I did. I actually did.
Not because I had felt it before, because I hadn't. In the past, I had only been in it for the sex, and to be honest, this time wasn't much different... at least at first. Now though, I was feeling something else. Her description was accurate. Warmth. Emotional warmth.
"Yes," I replied, caressing her back. "I do. I don't know how, but I understand what you're saying."
"Hmmm," she smiled, sitting up. "Then I guess we'd better not give anyone the opportunity to force us apart. Your family will be back soon, and so will my daughter. We had better straighten this place up, and get ready for them."
I looked around the room. Other than my sister's bed, which remained unruffled, it looked like Hurricane Fuck-me had blown through the place.
"Oops," I laughed.
"I'd ask you to help, but men are useless when it comes to cleaning," she smiled, already whirling about the room. She stopped, and turned to face me, hands on hips, still nude, of course. "Look, this is not a spectator sport. If you're not going to help with the room, get your ass in the shower, and wash my scent off you. You're supposed to be sick, remember?"
Right. Unless the new treatment for the flu was prolonged cunnilingus and a pint of pussy juice, Mom would probably notice the distinct smell when she kissed me on the cheek, as she almost always did. I hustled into the bathroom, and started the shower, then scrubbed away the incriminating odours. I was only a couple of minutes, but that was enough for Brosie.
As I walked back into the bedroom, I was stunned. It was as if the maid had just left. Even my bed was neat, and awaiting my return. The outside doors were open, letting the warm sea breeze eliminate the smell of sex from the room.
"You," she pointed, "in bed now." I grinned. "Alone. Nice try, smart ass. I'm going back to my room to shower. I'll be back in a few minutes. Try to remember..."
"Yes... I'm sick." I nodded, crawling into the bed, which suddenly was very lonely. I watched Brosie put her bikini back on, and she was gone.
When she returned minutes later, she was dressed conservatively, and toting a book.
"Okay, my wonderful stud," she giggled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Just one more kiss, before your parents get back." She leaned down, and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues were not content to stay out of the fray, and tried to escalate the embrace into something more intense. Thankfully, Brosie kept her head, and pulled back before my hormones took over. "Mmmmm, just take it easy, Hank. Try to look sick, not satisfied."
As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. It wouldn't do to give my mother any reason to be suspicious. I decided to 'be asleep', and closed my eyes, snuggling down into the covers. I heard Brosie out on the balcony, thumbing through the pages of her book and humming happily. I could picture her... but I my mind, she was naked.
I heard the outer door to my parents adjoining room open. Nearly silent footsteps approached. That would be my Mother. The footsteps passed, and she went to whisper thanks to Brosie on the balcony. I heard them coming back in. I maintained my ruse, listening quietly.
"I think the worst has passed," Brosie said softly. "He was a bit hot and sweaty about an hour ago, but seems much more comfortable now."
Jeez, Brosie! I was hot and sweaty an hour ago, because we were fucking in the bathroom doorway. You had one leg propped against the counter to balance us, but were otherwise completely up in the air. Fucking standing up is hard work!
"Thanks so much for watching him. I know he's not a child anymore, but he'll alway be one to me," Mom replied.
"It was my pleasure," Brosie said, I assume with a straight face. How, I don't know.
***
The final days of our stay in Greece passed far too quickly. Brosie and Marina were absent throughout a couple of those days, as they visited family. It was, after all, the reason they were here, even if I didn't want to believe it. We were not able to repeat the activities we wanted to, able only to steal a few kisses and exchange ardent gropes that only made things worse.
We had a final dinner as a group. I sat across from my exquisite Greek beauty, trying to maintain a neutral expression while she rubbed her foot on my leg. I would have to do the next week, cold turkey, so I relished the contact.
After dinner, my family went into packing mode. Being a guy, that was a pretty quick process. It doesn't take long to stuff clothes into a suitcase when they're going in the washer on the other end of the trip. Once I finished, I went for a walk, out by the pool. I was hoping Brosie would see me and do the same. She did.
"Hi honey," she whispered, walking past behind me. "This way, please."
I followed, and she stopped by the railing of the observation area. When I caught up to her, she put her arms around my neck, and kissed me.
"We're safe here. Lots of other people can see us, but not your family, or Marina," she smiled. "We're blocked by the roofline of the bar. Do you have your phone with you?"
"Yes," I replied, handing it to her. She was a flurry of thumbs, typing madly, then handed it back.
"There. Now you have all my information. My middle name is Callidora, so I put it under 'Callie', in case somebody finds it," she said softly. "I hope we're going to be able to continue this when we get home, but I want you to know that I'll understand if you don't want to. No press..."
I'm sure she had more to say, but I muffled the thought with my mouth on hers. Her arms came up around my neck again, and we made out for a few minutes. When I pulled away from her lips, her eyes were closed. They fluttered open.
"Wow," she breathed.
"Brosie," I said gently, "this next week is going to be the longest of my life. Just make sure you make it home in one piece, will you? And the next time you start a sentence that involves the thought that I might not want to be with you, think of this."
I kissed her again. This one was going to have to last us a week, so I didn't hold anything back. When we finally parted, it was my turn.
"Wow," I smiled.
"Wow indeed," she giggled.
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I'm sure you're going to want more of these two, so I'm not even going to ask... but I do welcome your thoughts on their future.
Please cast your votes. Thanks for reading.Immortal Gift of Beauty Ch. 02
Hank and his mature girlfriend give a relationship a try.
Hank is back from Greece, awaiting the return of his mature lover, Ambrosia.
You asked for it, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
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You know that saying about dog years? How one real year equals seven years of a dog's life?
Dogs got it easy. I found that one week away from my luscious Ambrosia was an absolute eternity. I swear, time stood still. It was torture.
The torture was further compounded by the fact that the source of my pain had to remain secret. Hiding my emotional agony from Dad was easy; he wouldn't notice if I had a screaming tantrum on the floor, but Mom and my sister were a bit tougher. They had typically attuned female emotional radar, and would pick up on things I thought were invisible.
The only saving grace was that it was only one week. Right, only seven days. Just one hundred sixty-eight hours, a little over ten thousand minutes, or six hundred thousand seconds, all of it in the presence of a clock that seemed determined not to move, and gave up those seconds grudgingly.
Like I said.... eternity. I could still taste that last kiss, the night before we left. No amount of time and stale airline peanuts could erase it.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
Was this fate's way of punishing me for getting involved with a woman who was old enough to be my mother? If so, then fate was cruel to have brought us together, and to have made a longer relationship even possible. No, I chose to believe it was merely a test of my patience. Good things are worth waiting for.
Only a little more than half a million seconds to go.
Sigh.
***
The app on my phone told me that Brosie's flight would be landing within the hour. If only she was arriving alone, I would meet her at the airport, and show her how much I missed her. Alas, Marina was travelling with her mother, and she already didn't like me. If she knew what we had done already, her attitude would most certainly not improve.
So, I would have to wait, as patiently as possible, at home in my room. At last, my phone buzzed. A text. Five words from heaven.
Just landed. Call you later, I read.
If the clock wasn't moving slowly enough before, it now seemed to stop altogether. I was in agony.
***
At last, later arrived. My phone rang softly. The display said Callie.
"I am just about to go crazy here," I said quietly.
"Hello to you, too," she purred. "I know it's been a long week, honey. I wish I could have been in your arms the whole time, but...."
"I know," I replied. "I know. God, I missed you. You're going to get the hug to end all hugs when I see you!"
"Ooooo! I like that!" she giggled. "Do I get more than a hug?"
"Well, let's start with a hug," I laughed. "Then we'll see where the mood takes us."
"Mmmmm, my mood will take us right here," she growled.
"You're in bed?" I asked
"Yes. Long flight. I'm pooped, but I wanted to talk to you," she said softly. "Now that I'm alone though, I find myself in need of your touch. Would you tell me what you'd do to me if we were together? Please?"
It was my first experience with phone sex. It sounded like fun, and I must have been reasonably good at it, because as I described what my hands and lips would do all over her body, I could hear the quiver of excitement in her breathing.
"Take your cock out," she directed.
"Already did," I told her. "You're masturbating too, aren't you?"
"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned. "Three fingers. God, I'm so wet. I want your cock so bad. Stroke it for me, baby. Tell me how hard it is, and how much you want to fuck me."
"Oh, it's hard alright. It's like stone. I'd give anything to be with you right now," I growled. "I want you. I need you. I can't live without your body, in my arms."
I caught myself before I added 'I love you' to the list. I might be jumping the gun, and I didn't want to scare her. Besides, I wasn't really sure if it was love, or just a terminal case of lust.
"Hank, I'm cumming," she moaned. I heard her shudder, gasping for air as it hit her. There was silence on her end. I stroked myself slowly, but I was planning to save it for her anyway.
"Brosie?" I asked.
"Mmmmm?" she moaned.
"You okay?" I whispered.
"Yes," she sniffed. "I just miss you. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, Marina will be catching up with her friends after the trip, and she'll be with her boyfriend. Tomorrow, we can be together. I'll message you when she leaves. Okay?"
"I'll be waiting," I smiled.
"Goodnight," she said softly, and hung up.
***
The next day, I killed some time doing chores around the house. I figured it would grease the wheels with my parents, and get me the car for the day. It didn't matter if I had to take three buses and hitchhike, I wasn't missing this chance.
As it turns out, my sister had no plans, so the second family car was mine for the taking. I decided to take preemptive action, and got out of the house before they could change their minds. I headed toward Brosie's address, planning on waiting nearby.
The traffic seemed to be saying it wanted us to be together, as there was almost none, and I made it to her neighbourhood in record time. I pulled into a conveniently placed convenience store, and bought a drink, then sat in the car to wait as patiently as possible.
Patient is a relative term, of course. I may have been consciously patient, but my imagination and memory were not being cooperative. They kept flashing back to Greece. Brosie sucking my cock. Brosie on her back, huge breasts wobbling while I fucked her hard. Her ass absorbing the impact of my furious strokes as I pounded her from behind. The buzzing of my phone interrupted the slideshow.
I grabbed the device, and saw 'Callie' on the screen.
"Hi baby," I smiled.
"She's gone. The house is ours for the whole afternoon at least," Brosie said, her voice resonating with desire.
"I'll be there in five," I replied, starting the car.
It actually took me six minutes, by the time I parked a few houses away and walked to her door. I rang the bell. I heard her footsteps from inside, and the door opened wide. Almost as wide as her smile when she saw me.
"Shit! You weren't kidding!" she gasped, and grabbed my hand. "Get in here!"
As soon as I was in and the door closed, she leapt on me, giggling like a schoolgirl. Her arms went around my neck, and her legs around my waist, as she smothered me with kisses. I grabbed her ass with both hands, and steered us into a corner for stability, returning her kisses with equal ardour.
"I missed you so much!" she gasped, as she tipped her head back and I nibbled on her neck. Her hair smelled wonderful, and she felt like an angel in my arms. Her legs released their hold, and I lowered her onto her feet. "Let me show you around."
As she led away, I noticed her attire for the first time. I'd only seen her in bathing suits, or vacation wear, but she was home now, and relaxed, in her safe environment.
I liked the safe, relaxed Ambrosia Callidora Castellanos. She was wearing cut-off jeans, not quite in the Daisy Duke range of shortness, but the frayed edges would retreat with every wash, so eventually they would get there. They gripped her shapely ass quite nicely, and made her already long and elegant legs look even longer. Up top, her breasts were unencumbered under a cropped, wrap-style top, heather grey in colour. It bared her trim midsection, and also formed a deep V to display her cleavage.
I followed her around the house, taking the tour of the lower level, that ended in the kitchen. She stopped, and turned to face me, catching me drinking in her beauty with my eyes.
"Can I offer you anything?" she asked, with a wide smile. "A drink? A snack? Are you hungry?"
"Famished," I growled. "What about a tour of your bedroom?"
"Oh god, I'm so glad you said that!" she giggled. "I didn't want to assume anything."
"Well, you're a good hostess," I laughed. "The 'anything' you can offer me is you."
She sauntered the few steps over to me, and tiptoed up, as though to kiss me.
"Race you!" she gasped, and darted away, amid more giggles.
"No fair!" I smiled, chasing her. She had several steps on me, and knew where she was going, so by the time I reached the foot of the stairs, she was nearly at the top. I gained a little by taking the stairs in twos, but her long, dark hair disappeared around the corner into what I assumed was her bedroom.
I arrived in the room, and found.... No one! Where the hell did she go?
Two soft hands covered my eyes from behind.
"Guess who?" the feminine voice asked, with a sultry purr.
"Well, can you give me a hint?" I joked.
"Hmmm," she giggled, giving it some thought. "How about this?" Two soft, round points of contact pressed against my back. "Does that help?"
"Brosie!" I laughed. "I wondered where you went." I turned, and wrapped her in a tight embrace. "Gotcha!"
Her lips were moist when they met mine, and I gently guided us in the direction of her huge bed. We sat, and laid on our sides, facing each other and kissing passionately. My hand rested on her waist, and I noticed the bow that tied her top in place, under my fingers. I plucked it, and the soft fabric unwrapped, baring her chest.
"Oops," she sighed, rolling back to fully display her breasts. "Whatever will I do, half naked in my bedroom, with a big, strong, young man taking advantage of me?" She smiled, and closed her eyes, waiting for me to ravish her.
I scooted closer, and caressed her breasts. They were so full, soft and round, just as I remembered them, and she moaned softly in response. My lips were drawn to the tightly puckered, excited nipples, and I sucked each of them gently in turn. I rested my hand on her smooth, flat belly while I nursed her breasts. It was Brosie's hand that pushed mine lower, sliding my fingers under her jeans after she had unsnapped them. There were no panties covering her bare pussy, and my fingers hooked into her moist opening.
"Mmmmm hmmm, your fingers feel so good, Hank," she groaned. "Mine don't have the same effect." She was running her fingers through my hair, and holding me in place, not that I had any intention of leaving. Her nipples were responding to my mouth, growing tall and stiff as I sucked them.
I don't know how long we were here like this. Several minutes at least. Her pussy was growing wetter every second, and she finally grabbed my hair and pulled my lips away from her breast.
"I love what you're doing, baby," she purred, "but I've had enough preliminaries. I need your big cock, right now." She lifted her hips, and slid the frayed denim off, down her legs. She spread wide, and used two fingers to gape her pussy lips open. "Please? Fill me with your hard shaft? I need it so bad!"
While I was wearing more than she was, it didn't take me long to catch up. Within seconds, I was kneeling between her long legs, while she guided my cock into the warm embrace of her pussy.
"Oh god, Brosie," I sighed, returning to heaven at last, "I missed this. You know you've got me hooked now, don't you?"
"So, we're both addicted now," she smiled, as I pressed in all the way. "You're the only man I need in my life, or my bed. You satisfy needs I'd forgotten I even had." She pulled my lips to hers, and I could feel the emotions pouring out of her.
You might have expected us to be in a frenzy of need, after a week apart, but that wasn't the case. The need was certainly there, but in a different, deeper way. Frenzy was replaced by a gentler emotion, one that I was unfamiliar with.
Love.
Yeah. How could we be in love? We'd only known each other a couple of weeks, and our sum total of commonalities amounted to a desire to have sex with each other. She was my mother's age. It couldn't be love, could it?
As I said, I'd never felt this way before, but I had also never had a woman before.... any woman, let alone one of Brosie's remarkable attributes. My limited experience before her had been with girls my age, and they paled in comparison, both physically and emotionally. She may have been more like my mother on the outside, but inside, no pun intended, she was perfect for me. Playful. Caring. Adventurous. Loyal.
I only hoped she felt the same way about me.
Anyway, what could have been a purely physical act, fucking for the sake of fucking alone, had become making love.
I stroked into her smoothly, watching the light of desire flicker in her beautiful eyes as I did. Our kisses were full of emotion, making up for lost time. I rolled us over, pulling her up on top, hoping she would dangle her magnificent breasts in my face. Instead, she remained cuddled on my chest, and looked deep into my eyes.
"Honey, I've had a lot of time to think in the past week," she smiled.
So had I. Although most of my thoughts had been about her luscious body, and all the fun we had together, there had been others. Maybe I was growing up, but I had spent a lot of time contemplating a long-term relationship. Would we get along, outside the bedroom? Were we truly compatible? How would we deal with being public knowledge, especially with my parents?
"I hope you know how wonderful you make me feel physically," she smiled. "I don't think I've ever been so happy, but it did make me examine my feelings. I had to question my motivation. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes, I do," I said softly.
"Well, I'm not sure I do," she giggled. "I tried so hard to figure it out, but I guess I was just missing you too much. We're very good together, and I found my thoughts getting hung up on that fact. So, I came up with a plan."
Uh oh, I thought. A former girlfriend had done this to me, and her plan had involved the old cliché about 'letting it go, and if it comes back, it's yours'. Since we weren't together, I guess we never were, so it seemed to be the right course, but at the time, it felt like a cop out.
"I've decided not to decide," she smiled, giving my still ensconced cock a squeeze with her snug pussy. "We don't have to sort this out right now. Maybe what we have is only physical, and maybe it's something much, much more. The point I'm trying to make is that there's no time limit for us. I want us to have fun, and let this tangle of emotions figure itself out. Okay?"
"Okay," I smiled. She was right. I had been trying to be very adult about it, but I didn't have the experience to go with that adulthood.
"Good," she giggled, kissing me softly. She sat up now, and pressed her soft breasts in my face. Her hips lifted, and she began to fuck herself on my stiff shaft. I grabbed her breasts, and directed one hard nipple into my mouth. "Mmmmm, that's it. Feels like fun to me."
Until the emotions untangled, we would probably be spending nearly every moment together in bed, having fun like this. Going out in public would be problematic, as we didn't need the attention, which would increase the risk of Marina or my family finding out. Oh well. Such is life.
Brosie gasped and shook in my grasp. It was a nice gentle orgasm, but I wanted to hear her scream. I rolled on top of her again, and started giving it to her with more energy.
"UHNNN! Yes, baby! Fuck me harder!" she groaned.
"You want it, honey? You want to cum again?" I grunted, slamming my hips forward briskly. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how it feels."
I really wasn't asking for any ulterior motives. Yes, I knew how to fuck, and I'd seen enough porn to know what worked for me, but I genuinely wanted to know what turned her crank. Being a better lover for her had no downside, even if we didn't stay together. She could teach me more about women than any girl my age, by virtue of her own experiences.
What I got was a bonus. What man doesn't love to hear his lady begging for it, in language that would make a sailor blush? Coming from a woman old enough to be my mother made it even hotter. Her eyes spoke volumes of her pleasure, but she voiced it anyway.
"God, yes! I love it! I need it! Your cock stretches me so perfectly, all the way deep into my hot, horny cunt! Fuck me, darling. Fuck me with that big, perfect staff. Make me cum, like the bad girl I am. Take my body, for your pleasure. I give it to you freely. Fuck my pussy, with your hard cock, and make me scream in ecstasy!"
Her eyes were locked on mine, while I pounded into her vagina furiously. I could see the pleasure building in her expression, until her lips drew into a snarl of lust, and she tossed her head back, unleashing a stream of descriptives.
"Fuck! I'm cumming! Don't stop, baby! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh god, it feels so good! Gimme more of that big cock! Deeper! Harder! Fuck me, baby, and shoot your hot cum inside me! Do it! Do it! Ahnnn! YES!"
Brosie's pussy clutched my cock tight, and she shuddered through her orgasm while I filled her with my own blissful discharge. She pulled me closer and wrapped her body around mine, moaning happily as we came together. It was everything I remembered and more.
Before I left, later in the afternoon, I fucked her to another two climaxes, and she finished me off with her mouth, urging me on while I basted her tonsils. We talked about different ways we could continue to meet like this, and how much we wanted to do so.
We were together again, albeit still in secret, and with the added complications of schedules and prying eyes. We would find a way to make it work.
***
When I arrived at home, I had to remind myself to play it cool, and scrape the giddy smile off my face. I had washed my face well, so hopefully Brosie's pussy scent wasn't going to give us away.
"Just relax. You were only spending time with friends, and telling them all about the trip," I said to myself. "It's easy. Just leave out the part where you were fucking a gorgeous woman for hours. Piece of cake."
Walking through the front door, the first person I saw was Dad, who merely grunted and waved at me, before going back to his college football game. From Dad this constituted high acknowledgement, but I wasn't expecting much more from him.
My sister, Sharon, was next, and while I was concerned a little bit that she, as a woman, might sense something, I had the advantage of knowing that I was way down the list of things she found worthy of her interest. She barely even looked in my direction, but I gave her my best poker face anyway. It was good practice for the main event.
Mom.
She was in the kitchen, prepping for our dinner tonight. Happy to see I was home safely, she greeted me with a hug.
"Hi honey!" she smiled, holding me a little longer than usual. "How'd it go? Get all reconnected with your friends?"
Reconnected? Hmmm. Yes, I guess that's one way to put it.
"Yeah. We're all good," I replied, suppressing the urge to grin. "I told them all about the trip.... the sights, that sort of stuff."
"Lots of people there? Girls?" she asked.
"A couple," I admitted. Only one that mattered.
"That must be the perfume I smell," she giggled, turning away at last. "Someone new?"
How the hell?.... I thought, sniffing my sleeves. She always did have the family's most sensitive nose, but I thought I'd dealt with that issue.
"Yeah, I guess it must be," I laughed back, trying to mask my nervousness. If she smelled the same perfume on me in Greece, she might put two and two together, and come up with a question I desperately wanted to avoid. "I think you've met all my friends, though."
It was a desperate attempt to confuse her, but also true. She had met all my friends, including the one I'd just spent the afternoon having incredibly satisfying sex with, although she didn't know that aspect of things.
"Well, thank you for making it home in time for dinner, as promised," she smiled, pecking my cheek. "It's about a half hour from being ready."
"Smells great, Mom," I replied. "I'll be in my room."
On my way upstairs, I wasn't sure if our secret was safe or not. Mom was going to be dangerous.
***
As the weeks passed, I began to feel a little more secure in my ability to keep my activities unknown to my mother. She seemed content with the explanation for my more frequent absence, which was partly the truth. I had told her that I was spending more time with a female friend, which she took as trying to persuade someone to go out on a date with me. That she approved of.
I just left out the part about her age, and that we had long since passed the dating stage.
While I was busy trying to keep my Mom off the scent, I didn't see that my Dad, of all people, had started to notice what was going on. He popped in on me, in my room one afternoon.
"Hi Henry. Got a minute?" he asked, sticking his head in the doorway.
"Sure Dad," I replied, putting my book down. "What's up?"
"That," he said softly as he closed the door, "is exactly what I wanted to ask you. What's new in your life?"
"Huh? Why, nothing," I lied, trying to hide my discomfort at the question.
"Okay.... Let's not play that game, son," Dad said. "I'm not here to give you a hard time, as a father. Consider me just another guy. I've noticed that you seem to be in a better mood lately. You haven't fought with your sister in quite a while."
"Wasn't that the whole point of grounding us?" I laughed. "Now you say it's suspicious that I haven't had a fight with Sharon?" Just before our trip to Greece, my sister and I had really gone at it, and neither of us was willing to back off, so our parents had grounded both of us for a week.
"No, if that's the reason why, then I'm glad you learned the lesson so quickly," Dad smiled. "I just can't help thinking there's another reason. Don't forget.... I was your age once, and going through the same things you are. You're sure there isn't another reason for your change in attitude?" His expression led me to believe he was not going to let this go without an answer.
Still, I wasn't about to volunteer the truth. I don't know what you're talking about, I thought, unless you mean it's because I'm fucking the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Yeah, that might explain it, but I don't think you're ready to hear about it. I decided a little misdirection was the best course.
"Well, I suppose...." I smiled, confirming his assumption, without admitting anything.
"Uh huh. A girl. I thought so," he nodded. "I remember when I started to get lucky. I probably had the same look on my face. Better be careful around your Mother. She might not be as understanding as I am."
Of that I'm sure. Part of me almost wants to tell you the whole story, just to see the look on your face, but....
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Dad," I smiled.
"Is she pretty?" he asked, obviously getting a vicarious thrill out of our new brotherhood.
"Oh yes. Very beautiful," I laughed.
"Built?" he gestured, holding his hands in front of him in the universal 'big tits' position.
"Um, yeah," I blushed.
"That's my boy!" he grinned. "Just be careful. I'm not looking to be a grandfather just yet."
"Right. I'll be careful," I nodded. "No, um, mistakes."
"Okay. Well," he said, standing, and opening the door, "Carry on. Good luck."
Carry on. Yes. I think I will.
As often as possible.
***
I woke up alone. My sex-addled brain had a brief moment of confusion, trying to identify the ceiling, which wasn't mine. It was, as I said, a very brief moment. This was far from my first time in this room. Brosie had welcomed me into her bed often in the last four weeks, since she had made it home from Greece.
We had grown much closer over that time. It turns out we had much more in common than a mere lust for each other's bodies. We had differences, of course, as you would expect given our age difference, but relatively few. Perhaps having a daughter close to my age played a part in Brosie's youthful outlook. Whatever the reason, spending time with her was not a hardship. It wasn't like spending time with my Mother, and not only because my Mother had never let me sample her feminine charms as Brosie had.
Brosie was fun, and had resisted the urge to impose her will on me when we had decisions to make. It would have been so easy for her to 'parent' me, and flex her seniority, but she didn't. She treated me as a partner, with an equal voice.
It was her voice, however, that caught my attention today. Music wafted into the bedroom from below, accompanied by vocals from my Greek goddess. Curiosity made me follow the sound.
I quietly found my way to the top of the stairs, just as a new song began with a sharp beat and a blare of trumpets. The volume level immediately ramped up, indicating her opinion of the song. Even if it was a few years before my time, it wasn't unfamiliar to me: one-hit wonders Katrina and the Waves, with 'Walking On Sunshine'.
I paused midway down the staircase, and smiled, as Brosie belted out the lyrics happily. I crept down the rest of the way while she sang.
"Oh!...... Ohhhh yeeeaaaah!...... I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I´m sure...... And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door....... Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down....... 'cause I just can´t wait till you write me you´re coming around!"
I peeked carefully around the doorway into the kitchen, and found her, dancing and cooking, stark naked. It was quite a sight, and she didn't see me as she continued.
"I'm walking on sunshine, wooah.... I'm walking on sunshine, woooah.... I'm walking on sunshine, woooah..... And don't it feel good!.... Hey, alright now.... And don't it feel good!..... Hey yeah!" Her dancing made her spin happily, and she saw me, at last. A slight blush bloomed on her cheeks, but she didn't hesitate, extending her hand to me, and dancing away for my benefit. Her eyes locked on mine as the lyrics told her feelings.
"I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true," she sang, as I caught her hand. "And I don't want to spend my whole life, just waiting for you....... Now I don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day, no no no," she smiled. "I said baby I just want you back and I want you to stay! Woah yeh!"
I was fully involved now, as her joy was contagious. It was also a great deal of fun to watch her body, particularly her breasts, bounce, shake and wobble wildly from such close proximity.
"I'm walking on sunshine, wooah........ I'm walking on sunshine, woooah........ I'm walking on sunshine, woooah........ And don't it feel good!" we sang, together. I'll admit, dancing naked in her kitchen felt strange, but we were alone in the house.
"Hey, alright now...... And don't it feel good!...... Hey yeah...... And don't it feel good!...... Walking on sunshine...... Walking on sunshine...... "
As we danced through the guitar interlude, my eyes were drawn to her bouncing boobs, especially when she ran on the spot excitedly. I saw her glance more than once at my cock, which was growing harder by the minute, and standing out from my body, swaying in wide circles.
"I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real...... I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real...... I'm on sunshine baby, whoa, oh yeah, I'm on sunshine baby.... woah!.... I'm walking on sunshine, wooah..... I'm walking on sunshine, wooah...... I'm walking on sunshine, wooah...... And don't it feel good!" we harmonized, swinging each other by the arms.
"I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll say it again now..... And don't it f-."
The music stopped abruptly, but we didn't, finishing the song awkwardly.
".... Feel good!" we stumbled, looking for the reason for the truncated tune. It was a reason clearly identified when I turned to see Marina, staring at us with the remote control in her hand. The look on her face spoke to her surprise, and disapproval. Her eyes dropped momentarily to my bobbing erection.
"Oh shit," Brosie cursed softly, and stepped in front of me, shielding my penis from her daughter's scathing view. "Hello, Marina. What brings you home so early?"
I cowered behind Brosie, although there was little point in doing so. The list of plausible explanations for our naked escapades was pretty short. There's no way Marina hadn't figured it out already.
For her part, Brosie stood defiantly nude, making no effort to cover herself, and waiting for her answer.
"You ask ME what brings me home?" Marina scoffed, gesturing in frustration. "What the hell is going on here, Mother?"
"Oh, Marina, you're an adult, aren't you? Do you really need me to explain it?" Brosie shook her head.
"No, Mother, you don't need to explain sex to me. I'm not an idiot," Marina snarled sarcastically. "What are you doing with someone my age?"
"Hi Marina," I waved. It was a lame gesture, but I was nervous, and couldn't hide behind her Mother anymore.
"Yes, Henry, I recognize you," she spat. "Why are you here, in my house, naked, with my Mother?"
"I thought you said you didn't need me to explain sex?" Brosie laughed, pressing herself back against me, and wrapping my arms around her. My hands fell naturally on her breasts. Marina's gaze shifted briefly to her Mother's chest, and my uneasy hands.
"Could you stop that, please? Stop groping my Mother? Would it be too much to ask for you to put some clothes on?" Marina asked, desperation in her voice. She tried to avert her eyes somewhat, but not completely.
"Not at all," Brosie said smoothly, and took my hand, pulling me out of the kitchen behind her. "Our clothes are in my bedroom. We'll be back in a few minutes."
"I'm really only interested in talking to you, Mother," Marina explained. "Henry can just leave. So nice to see you again, Henry."
The sarcasm dripping off those words led me to believe she might not be quite as thrilled as she sounded. I followed Brosie's sexy ass up the stairs, and into the bedroom, where she closed the door behind us. She sat on the bed heavily, and put her hands over her face.
"Shit! Shit, shit shit, shit, SHIT! Why did she have to come home early, today of all days!" Brosie sighed. I sat beside her, and wrapped an arm around her.
"Sorry, honey," I said softly.
"Don't be.... It's my fault," she corrected. "I shouldn't have been dancing naked in the kitchen. I just felt so good, today; so warm, and happy. Come to think of it maybe it is your fault, after all. If you didn't make me love you so much, I wouldn't have been dancing." The second part was delivered with a smile, so my guilt was very short lived.
"Um, sorry?" I laughed. "I'll get dressed and get out of here, so you can deal with her."
Brosie glanced at her watch, and shook her head.
"Oh no, you don't! We've got time left today, and I'm hungry for lunch, so you just stay up here, and ignore the fireworks. I'll be back, soon," she pointed at the bed. She was putting her robe on as she left the room, and I crawled into her big bed dutifully.
Part of me wanted to give them some privacy to work it out, but another part wanted to listen in. I guess privacy isn't really necessary when someone has already seen you naked.... with an erection.... dancing in the kitchen.... with her mother.
I thought women were supposed to scream at each other when they fight? I thought, straining to hear their words, unsuccessfully. Finally, emotions erupted, and with them the volume level, as well.
"Mother! How could you?! Was this going on in Greece, too?!" Obviously Marina, I awaited Brosie's reply.
"Watch your tone, young lady! I will not be treated with disrespect, no matter how upset you are!"
"Deny it! It was happening! That's why you were parading around in that ridiculous bikini, showing your tits to everyone! How could you do that? Have you no shame?"
"This is your last warning about your tone! Who do you think you're talking to? I'm your mother!"
"Exactly!" Marina snarled. "Thank you for making my fucking point for me! You're my mother, who shouldn't be carrying on with a guy young enough to be my brother! How could you! It makes you look like a slut! Worse.... A cougar slut!"
"Enough!" Brosie screamed, putting her foot down. "Marina.... You're my daughter, and I love you, but you're treading on thin ice here! Back off! What I do in the privacy of my own home, and who I do it with, are none of anyone's business! That includes you. Now, I'm sorry that you found out the hard way. That was never my intention. I apologize for shocking you, but I will not apologize for being a woman who knows what she wants. Am I supposed to mourn your father forever?"
I moved to the upper hallway, so I could hear better, as they stopped yelling.
"Of course not, Mother," Marina replied. "But he's so young. It almost looks disrespectful, to his memory."
"Honey, I loved your father, with all my heart. This is not a mid-life crisis, or an affair. Your father is gone. I'm not cheating on him by finally getting on with my life. Do you honestly expect me to ask for his approval?"
A lull in the conversation nearly made me move closer, but I was still naked, and that would probably be like waving a red flag at a bull. Marina finally answered.
"No, I don't, and I'm not a kid anymore, so I have no parental requirements for whomever you choose to be your partner. Still, why him? Why not someone at least closer to your age? Aren't you at all concerned how it looks."
My ears perked up. This, I really wanted to hear. I'd asked the same question.
"Marina, it's not the fifties anymore. Thankfully, appearances are fleeting, and it seems that most people have their own laundry to attend to, so no, I don't care. Now, as for the other question.... that's a good one, honey. Why him? Why him? Do you know how long it's been since I felt.... anything.... from a date? How long since I trusted anyone's motives for being with me? Most of the other men I met were only looking at me as a piece of meat, with a potential big payday attached. I could just feel it in their eyes. Believe me, when we were on vacation, I didn't go hunting for a man, but when Hank looked at me.... well, there it was. You know, he was watching you first? It's true. I caught him checking out your ass, as you got out of the pool. He saw me, and stopped. You should have seen him blush."
"That's not a reason, Mom. You should have been pissed at him for leering at me," Marina complained.
"I didn't say 'leered', so stop making him into some pervert, and if I recall, you were hardly wearing a nun's habit that day. You can't put yourself on display on purpose, then complain about eyes on you. Anyway, later, when he looked at me that way, it was very flattering. It's nice to feel wanted. Desired. Even lusted after."
"So you fucked him. That I get. A vacation fling, with some stud who made your toes curl. I would have done the same thing," Marina dismissed. "Not with him, but I get that reasoning. Why now?"
"We really must have a chat about your dating life," Brosie laughed. "Vacation fling? Yes, I suppose it did start out that way. Just a quick, purely physical romp, but I soon found out there was more to Hank than what was hanging between his legs. I'm sure you saw it, didn't you, young lady? Oh, what he does to me with that long, hard.... "
"Ewww! TMI, Mother! Way too much information!" Marina gasped. I pictured her covering her ears.
"Fine. Let's just say I found that he cared more about me and my feelings than I expected, and I didn't want it to end so fast, especially since I didn't have to. Fortune smiles, on occasion. Since we got home, he and I have been working through some of those feelings, and today.... well, I was just very, very happy."
"So I gathered. I heard the song, and saw the dance. I'm not gonna like this, am I?" Marina asked.
"Probably not," Brosie giggled. "We're way past a purely physical fling now, honey. Appearances be damned, I think I'm in love."
More silence, while Marina digested that bit of news. It was news to me, as well. Not the feelings, but the words. I guess we had untangled things, without even trying. I felt happy, and warm.
"Okay, Mother, what do you need me to do?" Marina finally sighed.
"Keep this to yourself, okay? Beyond that, simply tolerate him being here. Acceptance can come later."
"Good, because tolerance is going to be enough of a stretch!" Marina snorted. "Acceptance might take decades!"
"I know how you feel. I've felt the same way about every one of your boyfriends. Welcome to my world," Brosie laughed. "So, why did you come home early, today, anyway?"
"I have no fucking idea! I suppose you'd like me to leave you alone, so you can, um, uh....." Marina stammered.
"Yes, please. Text me before you come back? I'd really like to, 'um, uh'.... a little more," Brosie suggested.
"God, I need a drink!" Marina groaned.
"Not while you're driving, please. I hope you know better than that?" Brosie added, with parental care.
"Yeah, yeah.... not while I'm driving. See you later, Mom. Have.... um.... fun."
From my position, laying on the floor of the upper hallway, I could see the edge of the front door as it opened and closed.
"Hank, honey?! You can come down, now!" Brosie called to me.
I grabbed my jeans off the floor and stepped into them, carefully tucking everything important inside before zipping them up. Seconds later, I was peeking around the edge of the door frame, into the kitchen.
"Come in honey, it's safe," Brosie laughed. "Aww, you're half dressed! Now I'll have to strip you all over again. Although, you do look good like that. Very sexy, bare chested, with those big shoulders of yours. I'm afraid that Marina's arrival was poorly timed, on another level; the lunch I had started for us is now in the garbage can, so we'll go with plan B. Take a seat, please," she directed.
I sat, and watched her deliver a tray of sandwiches to the table. Her robe was royal blue satin, and reached mid-thigh, but because she was naked beneath it, my attention was on the smooth thigh that peeked out as she walked. That is, that was my point of attention when I wasn't already watching her chest, which jiggled unrestrained under the silky fabric. She playfully made a point of leaning over as she put the tray down, showing me her devastating cleavage. When she went to the fridge to retrieve drinks for us, she bent from the hips, letting my eyes caress her barely covered ass. Despite the fact that Marina now knew about us, my luscious Brosie hadn't changed her attitude one bit.
She took her seat across from me, and rested her chin on her interlaced fingers. Her eyes scanned my face for several seconds before she spoke.
"Would I be correct in assuming you were listening?" she asked, adding a wry smile. "It's fine if you were. I'm sure I would have, given the chance."
Happy she was letting me off the hook, I nodded, and picked up a sandwich.
"Do you have anything to add?" she giggled, adjusting her robe nervously.
"Just one thing," I smiled, putting my freshly nibbled sandwich on my plate, and gazing at her. "I love you, too. I'm really glad the emotions worked themselves out, because I don't think I can picture my life without you in it."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," she smiled. "I had intended to tell you properly, but, well, Marina buggered that plan when she came home early. You're not mad about the way you found out?"
"No," I laughed, "but I don't have much experience with women telling me they love me."
"Yes, well, about that...." she giggled, rising smoothly from her chair, and extending a long, smooth leg over my lap. She settled gently, facing me, with her smile tinged by desire. "I'm hoping you won't be getting any more experience with women saying that they love you. Your résumé is closed in that respect. I'll be happy to help you with any other experience you'd like."
Her arms came around my neck, and she kissed me with a loving gentleness that confirmed her feelings.
"You're okay that she knows?" Brosie asked softly, after the kiss.
"Well, I guess I'll have to be. Not like we have a choice," I replied, then dismissed the thought. "It had to happen eventually, didn't it? We can trust her not to gossip?"
"Yeah, I think we are safe, there," she answered, with a chuckle. "She's too embarrassed to blab about it, and she'd like to have my cooperation with her own boyfriend, whom I've told her I don't like. She'll keep her mouth shut."
"So, we just need to tell my family," I said, trying to imagine that scenario.
"Yes," she sighed. "How do you feel about dancing naked in your kitchen?"
I burst out laughing, as the image appeared in my head.
"You know," I smiled, "I don't think that works more than once in a lifetime. We may need to come up with a different approach. As least there's no rush."
"Mmmmm, no rush," she smiled, rising off me. Her hands reached down, and freed my cock from its denim prison. I helped, dragging the jeans off my hips. The kisses had awoken my dick, and her hands brought it to attention quickly. Now that it was ready, she lowered herself, guiding my shaft into her juicy cunt. "Oh, fuck.... No rush."
As she settled, fully impaling herself, my hands caressed her hips. The satiny fabric felt wonderful under my fingers, but I was more interested in what was under it. I eased my hands inside, parting the front of her robe, and letting her luscious body out for my eyes to devour. She smiled, and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor.
"Marina didn't care for naked dancing. I wonder how she'd take walking in on this?" I moaned.
"She promised to message me before she came home," Brosie breathed, slowly rising and falling on my cock. "At this point, I couldn't care less if she sat right at the table next to us. Just as long as I get to fuck you, and be in your arms. You're so good for me, in every way possible. I Love You, Hank."
Over the last few weeks, even though it had not been spoken by either of us, there had been palpable changes in our feelings toward each other.
That first day back together had been a whirlwind of desires being satisfied after our forced separation. We had fucked each other unconscious, and parted that afternoon with primal appetites both quelled and aroused further.
Earlier today, we had started out in a similar fashion, ripping each other's clothes off and falling into bed with urgency, despite having been together only two days ago. Sexual excitement ruled, but as we kissed and rolled about on the bed, caressing and petting, another emotion surfaced. It didn't replace the excitement, merely augmenting it, and making it run deeper.
It was love that fuelled us, and led to nearly two hours of the most mind-blowing, deeply satisfying, physically draining sex ever. I know.... my opinion may not carry much weight, given my vast experience of three women and my right hand, but since I was the one in bed with her, my opinion is the only one that matters. She absolutely wore me out.
I'm not really sure how many orgasms she had. They weren't those of the screaming variety, but I was looking into her eyes during most of them, and could see her pupils dilate as the pleasure surged through her. It was very satisfying for me to know that the cock providing that pleasure was mine, and the emotions she was feeling were directed at me.
On a selfish note, the orgasm I had, after such a long session of experiencing the best her pussy and mouth had to give, was the most earth shattering I had ever felt. Un-fucking-believable. She wanted it on her, so I pumped my hand furiously along the length of hard, pussy-slicked cock, and grunted as more cum than I had ever seen shot out of my spigot, painting her with long lines of thick, white glop. Brosie had moaned happily, and gasped as each rope jumped out at her. Her smile grew wider with each spurt, and her fingers played with the icing, even as more was being applied. When at last I was spent, I had toppled over, and listened to her licking her fingers over and over.
Now, here in the kitchen, one might expect us to be fucking with urgency, but that wasn't the case. Rising and falling slowly on my lap, Brosie was calm, and grinning at me, enjoying the intimate closeness of the situation. She clenched her vaginal muscles around my cock, and tugged on it on the up-stroke, then let out a quivering breath of excitement as she drove herself down onto me again. There was, as she said so eloquently, no rush from either of us. She even managed to turn, and retrieve sandwiches for each of us, letting us multi-task in the most exquisite way. I was even able to perform napkin services, licking up stray crumbs from her lips, chest, and nipples.
Okay, the nipple cleaning was purely my idea, crumbs or no crumbs. If you had those big, soft breasts so conveniently positioned mere inches from your lips, you would have done the same thing. So thick, stiff, and delicious looking, those nipples called to me, and I was powerless to resist.
"Mmmmm, yes.... Good boy," she moaned softly as I maintained my contact, latched on to her nipple attentively. She undulated her hips. "So damn good."
She put her sandwich down, and rested her arms around my neck, watching me closely while I nibbled and gnawed gently on her nipples. Her strokes were short, and she concentrated on stimulating her clit by grinding her clit firmly against the base of my cock. I could feel her pussy gripping my shaft tighter, and knew she was enjoying herself.
Nearly as much as I was enjoying it, I'm sure. Her pussy was so warm, and wet, and the sensation of it surrounding my hard cock was delightful, especially when coupled with her position, and those big, soft breasts in my face.
Brosie's breathing was coming in short, quivering gasps, as her excitement built to the point of critical mass. At last, it pushed her over the edge.
"Mnnnaahhhn! Oh fuck... Oh FUCK.... FUCK! FUCK! GOD, I'M CUMMING!" she screeched, crushing her body tight against me, and furiously bucking her cunt over my cock. Not simply content with one orgasm, she kept at it, grinding herself into the onset of another, and another. At last, her screams of joy petered out, and she wilted in my arms, overcome by pleasure.
"Oh fuck.... Oh fuck.... That was.... Oh fuck..." she panted quietly.
The phone sitting on the table buzzed, sounding unusually loud in the quiet room.
Timing-wise, the text came at just the right time, for Brosie at least. She had just cum, and was very relaxed, resting her head on my shoulder. I was just able to reach it, and handed it to her.
"It's Marina," she sighed, still cuddled against me contentedly. My cock was still inside her warm sheath. "She's requesting permission to return home. I guess we really should let her. She has had a very emotional day." Her fingers began to type a response. "I assume you would like to finish. Ten minutes okay?" she asked.
Ten minutes? Yeah, I can do ten minutes. Prepare to get seriously fucked.
She hit the 'send' key, and put the phone aside, lifting off me as she did. My cock was wet and slippery with her frothy pussy juice, and the air tickled me as it tried to evaporate the coating. Brosie arranged herself on the kitchen countertop, legs held up and wide apart, ready to accept my cock again.
"Come on, baby," she smiled. "Fuck the shit out of me! Get yourself off! I'm sure I'll cum too."
Within seconds, I was balls deep, getting a grip on her hips while she wrapped herself around me. Her long legs encircled my waist, pulling me tight against her, while her arms did the same to my shoulders. I felt her big breasts squashed between us, and her warm breath on my neck.
"Just think.... she might have walked in on us doing this," she whispered. "Instead of naked dancing, she might have seen us fucking."
My first thought was that her words were a warning of sorts, meant to remind me that Marina would be walking back through the door in ten minutes. I stroked into her faster, then felt her reactions. It wasn't a warning. It was exciting her.
"Oh fuck, baby, imagine that," she moaned, clawing at my back. "My little girl, watching your big cock hammering my juicy pussy, splitting me wide open, making me cum. Fuck! I hadn't thought it would be so exciting!"
Neither had I. You know.... you normally try to avoid getting caught doing something naked, especially something as personal as sex. Somehow, I'd never thought of getting caught on purpose, but now that she had mentioned it, and was nearly ready to orgasm at the mere thought of Marina watching us fuck, I could see the appeal. My hips went into overdrive, and the kitchen filled with the sounds of bodies crashing together, grunts, and moans of pleasure.
"Yes baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Pound my cunt with your big cock! Do it! Shoot that hot cum inside me! I want it! I need it!"
I imagined Marina behind me, silently watching me slam my cock into her mother's pussy. That was all it took.
"Oh god! I'm cumming!" I groaned, and spurted deep inside her, over and over. Through my orgasm, I could feel my luscious Greek lover gasping as her own pleasure hit her. We held tight, as waves of ecstasy rolled over us.
"I love you," I panted, caressing her gently. She rested in my arms, and sighed.
"Mmmmm, I love you, too. If only you didn't have to go," she pouted. "We have to find a way to solve that."
"Agreed, but I don't think it will be today," I smiled. "I'd better get out of here, before she gets back, or we may test her understanding." I pulled out, and grabbed my jeans off the floor.
"Crap. You're right," she smiled coyly. Her legs were still up, letting me see the trickle of semen, dripping slowly out of her vagina. "I suppose I should cover up, as well. I'm sure the smell is enough of a reminder that we've been busy. This may be the beginning of a new aspect to my relationship with my daughter. I know she's not a virgin. Maybe we can compare men."
"I don't think I want to be around for that conversation," I laughed, kissing her softly. "The rest of my clothes are upstairs."
"Go," she smiled, easing off the counter.
By the time I made it back down, Brosie was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, cinching her robe tight. She took a stance one step up, making our goodbye kiss easier.
We held each other. I tried not to lose track of the important fact of the day. Yes, Marina now knew about us, and that was a complication of major proportions, but that wasn't the part I chose to focus on. Instead, I heard those three words we all live to hear.
"I love you," she breathed, repeating them appropriately.
"I love you too," I smiled.
"Now get out of here. I'll call you later."
***
"Surprise!" the person at our front door laughed, as I opened it and nearly had an apoplectic fit. My heart stopped cold, then jumped into high gear, pounding in my ears.
"Marina! What, um.... what are you....?" I babbled, looking around for dangerous eyes.
"Relax, numbnuts," she smiled, as she stepped in. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial level. "I'm not here to blow your cover. Just to see your sister."
"Thank God," I sighed, and rested my forehead against the edge of the open door. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Yes, well, I recall the feeling," she snarled. "Sometimes, life gives you the chance to return the favour. I wouldn't have missed it for the world."
"Right. I'll get Sharon," I nodded, and closed the door.
A minute later, after stopping by my sister's room to inform her of her visitor's presence, I flopped on my bed, face down.
This situation was going to kill me.
Either I'd have a heart attack, or my Mother would find out, and murder me in my sleep.
Was love really worth it?
***
The following Saturday, I returned from another day of carnal pleasure in Brosie's bed. A shower had made sure perfume would not again be an issue, and I was feeling pretty good about things.
That is, until I ran into Marina and my sister, talking to my Mother in our kitchen.
Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! my subconscious screamed, waving it's arms wildly.
"Mom.... Sis.... Marina," I nodded in greeting, praying my face didn't give my shock away. Sharon and Marina had become good friends, but Marina had promised not to spill our secret, saying it was more embarrassing than she was willing to risk. I hoped that still applied.
Mom didn't look mad. In fact, she was smiling, and laughing, as the three hens cackled happily. Marina's face showed nothing unusual, and Sharon's held only it's normal level of sibling distaste. I found it difficult to believe the three of them could possess such perfect poker faces, so I relaxed a little.
Probably shouldn't have.
"Hi, honey," my Mom giggled, waving at me. "You don't have any plans for tomorrow afternoon, do you?"
"None at all," I replied, without thinking. I could just go over to Brosie's a little earlier, for our Sunday session, if I needed to be somewhere else later in the afternoon.
"That's great. We're all going to Marina's house for the afternoon, to use the pool, and have dinner later," Mom explained. "You remember Mrs. Castellanos, don't you?"
Gulp.
I looked at Marina, who was grinning. My Mother and sister were looking at me, and didn't see her stick her tongue out at me, then wink. She promised not to rat on us, but not to take it well. My pause made Mom repeat herself.
"Honey? I said, you remember Mrs. Castellanos, don't you?"
Um, yeah. Brunette, statuesque, big tits? Loves it when I suck her nipples, and really likes it doggy style? Gives a mean blowjob? Yeah, that rings a bell.
"Yes of course, Mom," I answered, at last. "I remember."
Having Marina know about us was bad enough. Having her constantly visiting my sister was worse, like I never knew when the hand grenade was going to explode.
Now, I was going to have to spend a whole day in the company of both Marina and Brosie, as well as my family. The potential for discovery was off the charts.
Damn you, Marina.
Bitch.
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So, Hank and Brosie thought they were good to go?
I'm sure you want to see how this works out, so I'll get to it shortly.
Thanks for reading, and please don't forget to vote.Immortal Gift of Beauty Ch. 03
Love will make you stronger.
More from Hank and Brosie.
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Sunday. Tomorrow.
Seemed as good a day as any for my funeral, even if it was part of a long weekend.
It wasn't two minutes after I found out about Marina's evil little scheme that I was in my room, talking to Brosie on my phone.
"She did what?" Brosie asked, her voice surprisingly calm.
"She invited us... all four of us... over to use the pool. Tomorrow afternoon," I repeated.
"Oh. I see," Brosie replied. "So that's her game, is it? She told me some friends were coming over tomorrow, and she might want to order some food. I told her that was fine, never dreaming she had this in mind. She knows I won't say 'no' now, even when she tells me who's really coming. She knows I'll be the good hostess, to save face. I'm going to have to have a long talk with her."
"So, um, what do I do?" I asked her. She had much more experience than I, dealing with her daughter. Her advice was crucial.
"Well, just be cool," she said, remarkably in control. "I'll tell you what you don't do. Don't forget where you are tomorrow. You've never been here before, as far as they know. Play dumb. Just be a guest, and for god's sake don't kiss me. Leave the rest to me."
Our call ended, and I laid back on my bed. Leave the rest to her? Certainly, sounded easy, but the reality was another matter entirely.
Obviously, Ambrosia knew her daughter better than I did. Marina was trying to sabotage our relationship, in the most subtle way possible. Despite her promise to keep her mouth shut, she had found a way to expose us without doing it herself.
I had to trust Brosie to handle it. She was pretty good at dealing with unexpected circumstances, if our recent past was any indication, and I knew she was not one to be trifled with. Marina was poking the bear with a stick, and the bear might bite back, in her own way.
I suppose the less I knew about the plan, the better. If I was to play dumb, then being clueless was going to make it easier. I decided to practice, and went back downstairs, where I found Mom, my sister and Marina still chatting. Marina caught my eye as I walked in, and a disappointed expression briefly crossed her face. I can only guess that she expected me to hide from her, or at least show some semblance of terror at her evil plan.
Prior to my conversation with Brosie, Marina probably would have won the day, but my lover's confidence was infectious, and very comforting. I gave her nothing to feed off of, and gave my Mother and sister nothing to suspect.
The first part was the key. Just like a schoolyard bully, Marina was trying to elicit a response with her tactics. She was hoping to either cause tension between her Mother and I, breaking us up, or to force us apart to keep things a secret. So, she was hoping for fear, anger, a mistake or embarrassment to achieve her goal. It was her way to win without breaking her promise, and the only way she could express her distaste for our relationship. If her word didn't mean so much to her, she could simply expose us, and let the shit hit the fan.
Marina was at our house for the balance of the day, and every time I saw her, she gave me this questioning look. Why wasn't I upset? What did I know that she didn't? Toward the end, I could actually see her beginning to look a little nervous herself.
The game was on for tomorrow.
May the best player win.
***
When we arrived at Brosie's house, I almost blew my cover. Dad was hesitant at the last turn, and I was just about to give him directions when I remembered I had never been here before.
Other than every spare moment spent in Ambrosia's bed since her return from vacation, that is.
So, I bit my tongue, as Dad turned the wrong way, and led us through the wrong neighbourhood, before finally using the GPS built into the car to find the correct address. About five minutes later than necessary, we pulled to a stop in front of the house.
I trailed the group to the front door. It just felt safer, having all those bodies between myself and danger, as I had no idea what might be waiting on the other side. We might be walking into a war zone. I had no indication from Brosie, as she had been decidedly silent this morning. That made me nervous. I needn't have been.
The door swung open as we approached, and Marina ushered us in, hugging my sister. She cackled happily, leading us through the house toward the back yard. As we passed through into the brilliant sunshine again, I saw Brosie sitting at the table, under the shade of the large umbrella, reading a book. She looked quite calm, but I knew she was just covering it well.
"Mom?" Marina smiled, stirring the pot. "Our guests are here."
Brosie tipped her sunglasses down, and looked our way. Her face showed pleasant surprise, as though she had no idea who would be visiting today. I made a mental note about her acting ability, and watched her jump to her feet to greet us.
I took in her attire. She was dressed very casually, as one might be when you weren't expecting company, or at least not company that meant anything to her. A navy-blue t-shirt covered her upper body like a second skin, stretched tight by the curves I knew so well. She was wearing a bra, so didn't jiggle as much as she might have. A pair of tan shorts clung to her butt. She looked delicious, but I had to remember to curb my appetite.
"Carol! Herb! So nice to see you!" she gasped, smiling wide. She opened her arms to hug my parents as a couple. I knew my Father would be enjoying the soft contact of her full chest, even if only getting half the benefit. "Sharon! About time you came over here. Marina has been spending more than enough time at your house," she said, moving on to my sister, and dispensing another hug. Finally, she turned to me.
Moment of truth time. How would she play it? Was now really the time to tell my family about us, or would it be better when everyone was drunk, later?
"Hank?" she giggled, stepping back, and opening her arms wide, for me alone. "How have you been? Thank you so much for helping me with my shopping that day in Santorini."
The hug that enveloped me was very familiar. I would never get tired of her huge breasts being squashed between us, intervening clothing or not. She even gave me a little peck on the cheek, but nothing that might give us away.
With that, the initial danger was past. I was sure it wasn't over with for the day, as Marina had brought us here for a reason, and undoubtedly had more in mind than merely putting us in close proximity to my parents. I'd have to be on my guard all day.
Still, my part in this was easier than Brosie's. I just had to keep my mouth shut, and my hands to myself, although the latter was difficult in the presence of her tactile-friendly body. She had to read and react to the many landmines Marina was scattering.
Speaking of Marina, she had taken a position on the other side of the pool, and was already cackling with my sister. I watched her for a moment, catching her casting a venomous glare at me, when my sister wasn't looking. She didn't even try to sugar-coat it, openly displaying her contempt for me, but only to me. I wondered what she might do.
I tried to put myself in her position. Not so much the 'some young guy is fucking my mother' part, as much as just her being upset, and hoping to expose us. What would I do? If I had already given my word not to tell, but I was desperately unhappy with the situation, and wanted to force it out in the open...? What would I do?
Certainly, the most important people to keep the secret from would be my parents. They would have the greatest ability to break us up, because they have the most influence on me. From that vantage point, her bringing us all together was a good strategy, but she had to have more in mind than simply hoping we'd give ourselves away. That was the real question. Unfortunately, I didn't have the information necessary to formulate a guess. At this point, she knew her mother better than I did.
But... the parts of Ms. Ambrosia Castellanos that I did know, I knew very well, and those were enough for me to fall for her.
We were all lounging and talking about nothing in particular. Marina and my sister were sitting on the other side of the pool, chatting between themselves, and my parents were talking to Ambrosia, who, in apparent civility, was trying to include me in the chatter as much as possible. There was a radio playing in the background, and when a good song came on, Marina and Sharon would dance on the pool deck in their bathing suits.
I should mention that my sister is really a pretty girl. My friends have all voiced a desire to take a shot at her, if the opportunity arose, and even though I'm her brother, I admit she's pretty hot. Marina too. If she ever fills out the way her mother has, she's going to be spectacular, but none of it mattered to me.
There was only one Brosie, and I was head over heels in love with her.
So, being on the periphery of the conversation, I suppose it was natural that I be the first one to react when an eerily familiar drum beat signalled the start of a new song on the radio. I froze, and turned my eyes to Marina, whose head whipped around in my direction. By the time the horns joined in, I could see a little smile on Brosie's lips in the corner of my eye.
"Ah!" she laughed. "If you'll excuse me, I just love this song! I'll be back in a minute!"
With that, she stood, and cranked the volume way up. Sharon, not knowing the significance of the song was just bopping along to it, forcing Marina to do the same. Brosie took half a dozen steps toward them, then spun on her heels.
"You!" she smiled, pointing at me. "Come on, Hank! Come dance with us!"
I tried not to grin too widely, and not to seem too eager. After all, how many guys my age really want to dance with women old enough to be their mother?
Of course, how many have done so naked, to the same song?
I 'let' Brosie drag me over to where the dancing was happening, and much to Marina's chagrin, we all had fun, to the song that would forever be ours. I know I'd never hear 'Walking On Sunshine' without smiling, for the rest of my life.
While not quite as arousing as the last time we did this, there was no dancing with my luscious Greek goddess with noticing her spectacular body, and how it moved so enticingly to the music. Her boobs bounced, her hair swung, and her smile beamed happiness, all while Marina wished she'd never heard this damn song. Her mother was rubbing her face in it. If she wanted to play games, then she had to be prepared for us to play back.
It was probably made worse when my parents actually joined in, and we all sang the song while it lasted. By the time it was done, just a few minutes, everyone was winded, and just a bit sweaty. Brosie fanned her face with her hand, and cast a knowing smile at me, before making a final comment, obviously directed at her daughter.
"I think that's my favourite song ever," she said, as we dispersed. "I don't know why. It just makes me so happy, I can't help myself. Don't you agree, Marina?"
"If you say so, Mother," Marina replied, a distasteful scowl on her face. "It's too old." She managed to get a barb of her own in, but Brosie just dodged it elegantly.
"Well, one of us is, but I'm not sure who," she smiled. "I could use the pool now," she continued, turning to the rest of us. "Hank, why don't you change in the pool hut, over there? Marina, could you show Herbert and Carol to the guest room, inside? I'm going to check on lunch, and then change upstairs."
The group broke up, with everyone else heading inside, while I was left on the deck alone. I went back to my chair, and picked up my bag, which contained my pool clothes and surf shorts. I was just about to walk over to the hut, when I heard a noise behind me.
It was a tap, on glass, and I turned to find the source. It took me a few seconds to see it, on the second floor.
Brosie's bedroom window.
Actually, it was a sliding glass door, so I could see all of her, from the top of her pretty head to the bottom of her smooth feet. She blew me a kiss, then struck a playful pose, hips cocked to the side, and a finger on her lips.
I smiled, and blew a kiss back, continuing to watch her, intently. She didn't disappoint.
She turned in profile, and arched her back, thrusting her breasts out more prominently, while unzipping her shorts. Bending from the waist, she peeled the shorts over her curvy hips, dropping them down her long, sexy legs to her feet. A single strap of white fabric arched high over the hip, and when she turned her back, I could see the string that appeared from between her firm butt cheeks, confirming that it was indeed a thong. She shook her ass at me, peering over her shoulder with a seductive grin on her face.
I could feel my dick waking up, while I enjoyed the unscheduled strip show, happening above me. With a flourish, Brosie skinned off her t-shirt, and spun to show me the whole picture, standing with her legs apart in a lovely, matching white bra and thong. Her body was everything I remembered it to be, since I last enjoyed it, yesterday. She pursed her pouty lips, while reaching behind her back, to unfasten her bra, which she held in place with her arm across her chest, once it was loose. Grasping the straps, she sawed the bra back and forth, dragging it upwards slightly while doing so, until those huge breasts simply dropped free, bouncing happily before my eyes.
This time, when she turned in profile and bent at the waist, her full breasts swung freely, jiggling with her movements. The thong joined her shorts on the floor, and she stood again, now gloriously naked. Her hands wandered across the smooth skin I was longing to caress myself, dipping suggestively between her thighs, before sliding upward to cup and heft her impressive breasts, juggling them as I wanted to do.
I was smiling up at her, when she pressed her chest against the glass, squashing her massive tits flat. She dragged those luscious globes across the transparent surface, teasing me mercilessly, but lovingly. She gave me a final pout, a flutter of her fingertips, and then drew the curtain, once again hiding her lovely body from my eyes.
***
"Lunch is here!" Brosie proclaimed, as she walked out onto the deck again, carrying four large boxes of pizza stacked high in front of her. "It was perfect timing. The delivery guy rang the bell just as I came downstairs."
She put the boxes on the table under the umbrella, and stood clear.
"You answered the door dressed like that?" Marina said sarcastically. It made me look again.
Certainly, the pizza boy got more tip than he deserved. Brosie was dressed for sunbathing, and the bikini top that she was wearing made the one in Greece look conservative. She was very exposed, so I could just imagine the delivery boy's eyes bugging out at the incredible slice of cleavage that she was showing. This one was red, and looked really, realllllly good on her.
"Yes Marina, I answered the door dressed like this. Jeez. It's my body. Get over it," Brosie laughed. "I'm not a nun."
"Nope. Definitely, not a nun," my Dad chuckled, drawing a sharp look from my Mother.
"Isn't that the suit you bought to surprise your new boyfriend?" Marina grinned, raising the stakes again.
"Why yes, Marina, it is," Brosie replied. "He hasn't seen it yet, but I did buy it for him. In fact, I bought several new ones. He actually appreciates my body."
He's seen it now, and he'd like to rip it off you, suck your nipples, and fuck your brains out, I thought. Right here. Right now.
"He's younger than you, isn't he Mom?" Marina prodded, stirring the pot. "Much younger."
"Is this really the time for this, Marina?" Brosie warned. "I could bring up a few questions about your boyfriend, if you'd like?"
"No, I'm just saying... You bought the suit for him, and he's much younger. Simple facts. No opinion," Marina smiled, feeling like she had the upper hand. Brosie stared her down, then sighed. I was terrified, wondering if I could just slink away unnoticed.
"Yes, I have a younger boyfriend," Brosie said easily. "There. Now it's out in the open. Can we eat now, or would you like to discuss more of my personal life?"
"I'd like to hear more about this boyfriend," my Mother giggled. "Of course, I'm an incorrigible gossip. I'd like to hear about anything juicy."
"Well, we can talk about that more, later, Carol," Brosie smiled. "The pizza is getting cold."
I realized that I wasn't breathing throughout that last exchange, and inhaled desperately. Brosie glanced at me. A subtle wink followed, as soon as she knew the pizza had everyone's attention.
Everyone but me, of course. I was still paying close attention to my lover, while trying not to be obvious about it. That bikini top was spectacular on her, and I noticed that my father was checking out her rack as well. I couldn't really blame him. Like me, he knew a good thing when he saw it. Mom was giving him dirty looks for ogling Brosie's ample curves, but they were pretty hard to miss. I smiled to myself, knowing that I would be benefiting from that body soon.
Just how soon, was a question we'd have to answer later. For now, I just tried to look like a normal young man. I wasn't supposed to be blind, just not intimate.
I was amazed at how much everyone could talk. Sharon and Marina had one long sentence going on the other side of the pool. Knowing my sister, that didn't surprise me in the least. My parents, on the other hand, hardly ever shut up, and that was unusual. Considering they only knew Brosie for a few days, a few weeks ago, you'd think they'd run out of conversation topics pretty fast, but the three of them were talking and laughing like lifelong friends. That was good, in my opinion. I hoped they'd remember how well they got along, if and when the truth about us came out.
I'm sure they'd have lots to say, then.
"I think I need to pee," Mom giggled.
"Me, too," Brosie nodded, as they both stood up.
"Jeez, can't you women EVER go to the bathroom alone? Is it in the DNA?" my Father laughed. "Hank and I are the only guys here. I think you're safe, ladies!"
"Just in case," Brosie giggled, making very brief eye contact with me. "You never know."
I laughed. It was a great way to cover the smile I was wearing. Yes, you never know. You never know when helping a new acquaintance with her shopping might lead to something much, much more fun, maybe for a lifetime.
Relaxing in the sun for another few minutes, it suddenly occurred to my bladder that using the bathroom might be a good idea. I hopped up, and went inside.
My Mom and Brosie were in the kitchen when I walked by, on the way to the bathroom, which I almost forgot I wasn't supposed to know the location of. I made it look like I found it by accident, and when I was coming out, a minute later, I could hear them talking.
"So?" my Mom asked. "This younger guy? How long has this been going on?"
Ah. Girl talk. I might want to hear this, I thought, stopping out of sight around the corner.
"Oh, just a few weeks," Brosie replied. "He makes me very happy."
"Uh huh. I'll bet," Mom giggled. "You lucky girl. I've often wondered what it would be like to have a lover that could go all night, non-stop, and just make love like a train. Is it good?"
First of all... Mom? Eww! Second, I want to hear this answer.
"Mmmmm, good doesn't even begin to describe it," Brosie whispered. "He does things to me that you wouldn't believe."
I was amazed at how she could walk the tightrope, balancing just this side of blurting out the whole truth. Mom wasn't done.
"I'm sure I'd like to. Does he have a nice body? Strong? Muscular?" she asked.
"Yes," Brosie giggled again, never guessing she'd be having this conversation with my Mother. "Great shoulders. Nice tight buns, too."
"And?" Mom prodded.
"And what?" Brosie laughed.
"Are you really going to make me ask you?" Mom whispered. There was no immediate response so she continued. "Fine. Is he hung? What's he packing? Does he have a big cock? Is he a good fuck?"
I was stunned. I'd never heard my Mother use such language. Brosie snorted.
"Um, uh, yes. Yes. And yes," she smiled, blushing at the subject.
"Like I said, you're a lucky girl. Have fun, and don't let him go. You'll have to give me more details, later," Mom finished. She patted Brosie on the shoulder, and left.
I waited a few seconds, then stepped into view. The movement startled Brosie.
"Oh shit! You scared the crap out of me," she gasped, her bountiful chest shaking as she jumped. "Were you there the whole time?"
"Long enough," I smiled.
"Think her opinion might change if she knew it was your cock we were talking about?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. She could see the pool deck, and all were present and accounted for.
"Most likely," I chuckled, as she slipped silently across the room into my embrace. Her lips found mine. "Before I forget... Nice suit."
"Mmmmm, you ain't seen nothing yet," she smiled. "You can't tell, under these shorts, but... It's a thong."
"Shit!" I laughed. "Are you trying to give my Dad a heart attack, or is it me you're after?"
"Just playing Marina's game. If she's expecting me to shy away, and withdraw, she's barking up the wrong tree. By the end of the night, she'll either back off, or it won't matter anymore," she said softly, holding me close. "I only hope I can keep my hands off you that long."
"Can you believe the radio? What are the odds?" I laughed.
"Yeah, I'm sure she just about shit a brick when that came on," Brosie winked. "What is it they say... the best defense is a good offense?"
"I think it's the other way around, but I get the idea. She didn't expect you to get up and dance, did she?" I asked.
"Certainly not. We'd better get out there, before they come looking for us," she smiled. "You first."
"Okay coach," I replied, and patted her ass. "You're calling the plays."
***
It didn't take Brosie long to kick things up a notch when she came back outside. I was in the pool, enjoying the cool water and solitude, floating on my back. I saw her come out of the house, but then lost her from my field of view, until a splash made me look up.
There, by her lounge, were her shorts. It was official. The thong was out of the bag. She surfaced a few feet away, water droplets sparkling in the sun on her long eyelashes. She looked like an exotic beauty, which I suppose she was.
My exotic beauty.
"I hope you don't mind me joining you, Hank," she smiled, treading water neatly. "It was getting a bit warm on the deck."
"It's your house, and your pool," I replied, then lowered my voice to a whisper. "You could swim naked if you wanted to."
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" she whispered back. "Besides, I practically am naked. Think your father will notice?" She splashed me playfully. I didn't answer, merely returning the splash.
Brosie spun around, and dove under the water, which brought her luscious, nearly bare ass to the surface, if only for a second. She really was almost naked. I loved it, but wondered if she might be pushing back against Marina a bit too much.
I was still watching when she climbed the ladder out of the pool. There was no need to fix her bikini bottom as she stepped out, since her butt was bare, but her hands made the motion out of habit. I saw Dad, craning his neck to watch the show, while Mom glared at him.
Brosie grabbed her towel, and wrapped it around her, covering herself for the time being. Maybe showing off her stiff nipples was more than she was willing to do. She laid back on her lounge, put on her sunglasses, and started up the conversation again, as though nothing noteworthy had happened.
For myself, I was glad to be in the pool. The cool water kept my erection from ripping out of my shorts, and hid the fact that I even had a stiffy. Another splash got my attention. This time it was Marina.
"Hello, Henry," she sneered, swimming past me. I nodded. "I can't believe she's not embarrassing you. Parading around in that skimpy bikini. It's ridiculous."
I looked over at my parents, who were fully engrossed in their conversation. To the left, my sister dozed, cooking in the sun. It was safe to talk. We'd just have to keep it down.
"Marina, are you asking for my help?" I said softly. "Is your mother more than you can handle? I have no problem with that... Handling her, that is. In fact, I rather enjoy it."
"You're a pig," she growled, and swam away.
Yeah, maybe pissing her off even more was a dangerous game, but I'd almost had enough of her attitude. Not that it meant much to her.
***
The alcohol was flowing freely, at least among the adults. Marina, Sharon and I made do with soft drinks. Funny how, according to the laws of the land, I was officially an adult, and able to make my own decisions, but not to drink. I could enter into legal contracts, but not drink. I could pay taxes, or even serve in the military, but not drink. I could even legally have sex, but not drink.
Given the person I actually was having that totally legal sex with, and the current situation, fraught with danger, it's a good thing I couldn't get that drink. I'm quite sure I wouldn't be exercising responsible judgement regarding the volume of alcohol I'd be consuming. I was beginning to understand the appeal of getting shit-faced, and not remembering the next day.
However, since I wasn't allowed to partake, I was forced to go through the process cold sober. Every time Marina spoke... every conversation between my parents and Brosie... every second we were all here together, the whole situation was poised to explode. Three of us knew of the danger, and the other three were blissfully unaware that they were the bomb.
Speaking of bombs, my father was getting wasted. Well, it was a holiday weekend, and he had no reason not to accept the offered beverages. Maybe he was trying to soothe his own libido, as Brosie was pretty powerful to be around, even to happily married men.
Mom wasn't far behind him. Her reasons for drinking might have had something to do with Dad's drinking, and subsequent wandering gaze, which seemed to land with increasing frequency on Brosie's ample chest. If only he knew how often my own eyes, among other things, had landed on those same breasts, without the intervening clothing.
I admit, there were advantages to having my parents slightly tipsy. It would slow their ability to recognize incriminating evidence and words. Score one for our side.
The disadvantage began to become obvious as the day drew on, moving from afternoon to evening. As they became more intoxicated, they lost the ability to stop from drinking, and it became clear that driving home was not going to be an option. Neither Sharon nor I had brought our licenses, so we weren't going to be of any help.
The discussion about the topic was quickly closed when Brosie insisted that we stay here until my Father was fit to drive.
"That's what guest rooms are for, and I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind bunking together. It will give them more time to gossip. We even have a pull out for Hank," she said. "No one's working tomorrow, so there's no need to risk it."
That meant we'd be staying the night, and prolonging my torture, and giving Marina more time to wreck things.
It also meant that my first sleepover at my lover's house would have me on the couch, not in her bed. There was the guest suite for my parents, and Sharon would be sharing with Marina. I was the odd man out, while half of Brosie's perfectly good king-sized bed would be empty.
All of that was still a few hours away, however, as the party was still in full swing. Brosie looked sadly at her empty wine glass, then at the equally empty bottle, sitting on the counter with its squadron of friends.
"I think we need more wine," she giggled. She stood with surprising ease, given the amount she had already downed. "Hank? I need your muscles again. Please come help me with the wine. It's in the crawlspace."
I trailed her into the house, watching her hips wiggle under those little shorts. She was waiting at the top of the basement stairs, and opened the door, gesturing with her hand. "Down here."
It wasn't really much of a basement. More like a single, sunken room, with most of the mechanical systems in it. I reached the bottom step, and felt a hand on my shoulder. When I turned, Brosie was smiling at me.
"Alone at last. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, right now?" Her eyes were bright, and she was breathing deeply, causing her breasts to swell over the tiny cups of her bikini top.
"I'm sure I have a similar list of things I'd like to do to you," I replied. Her arms came around my neck, and we kissed. It was gentle, and under control... for about ten seconds.
"Oh fuck, honey! I need you!" she hissed, as her hands went wild, caressing me desperately. Mine did the same, mostly grabbing her big tits. Our desires were this close to boiling over completely beyond return, when we heard splashing and giggling from outside. It reminded us where we were, and who was out there. "Mmmmm, we'd better not. Too dangerous. Here, the wine is over here."
She led me to the hole in the wall, five feet above floor level. She flicked on a light.
"In there. It's a blue box. You might have to shuffle some around to get it out. Sorry, it's a bit cramped, but at least it's clean and dry," she pointed. "Use the step ladder, to get in."
She was right on all counts. It was clean, with a smooth concrete floor, and dry, and very cramped. The ceiling was very low, not enough room to crawl, so I had to slide in on my back. I was craning my neck sideways, when I felt her hand. This time, it wasn't on my shoulder.
"Mmmmm, look what I found?" she giggled, palming my bulge. The kiss, only a few moments ago, had woken my penis, and it was still pretty firm. Her touch was doing nothing to alleviate the problem. "Keep looking for the wine. I'll take care of this."
"Oh, shit," I mumbled, as her fingers untied the string that kept my surf shorts up. She tugged the front down, and freed my cock. I pushed a few boxes aside, and thought I saw the target of the search, but her hand was now stroking my shaft smoothly. It felt so good, after hours of being around her without getting to act on my urges. I looked down at her, as best I could, seeing her lusty face, eyes focused on my dick.
"I, um, I think I found the box," I said softly.
Brosie squeezed my cock, and a big drop of clear fluid oozed out. She caught it with her fingers, and licked them clean, before resuming her slow motions, up and down.
"Well then get it," she purred. "I've got another drink in mind, right now." Her hand was moving slightly faster now, working my cock, making it harder for me to focus on dragging the box out of the tight space. "Careful, honey," she said, directing my feet down onto the ladder as I squirmed out of the crawlspace. "Okay. That's far enough."
I was only half way out, but that was sufficient for her to get between my dangling legs, and replace her stroking hand with her sucking mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Brosie," I moaned. "Are you trying to get us busted?"
"No. I'm trying to reward you for helping me with the wine, and for putting up with Marina today," she whispered. "And I'm horny. If we can't fuck, at least I can give you a quick blowjob." Her mouth was back on my dick in a heartbeat, and she resumed her suction, bobbing her head smoothly.
Alright, I thought. Later in life, when I'm sitting around with my friends, and one of them asks me where was the strangest place I ever received a blowjob, I can say 'in a basement crawlspace'. At least, that was the leader at this point in my life, a life that would hopefully include Brosie for a long, long time. It's entirely possible that she might surpass this one, in the future.
Normally, I like to watch her suck me. Those big tits would be swinging, and her elegant, sophisticated face would be transformed into an incongruous, slutty mask, as she did her best to please me. I couldn't do that in this situation. Her chest was out of sight, below me, and I couldn't raise my head far enough to comfortably view her face.
That left me with only the blissful sensations of her mouth, those lips sliding wetly along my shaft, and her tongue swirling around the head periodically. Yeah, ONLY that. Such a hardship. I don't know how I could be expected to get any pleasure from it.
Yes. That was sarcasm.
Brosie definitely knew what she was doing. Her mouth moved with practiced skill, making only a soft slurping sound, while I tried to keep my own volume down.
"Oh, god, honey, that feels so good," I moaned, softly. "You're going to make me cum."
"Mmmmm hmmm," she nodded, picking up her pace. She sucked harder, and used her tongue more. I could feel the tingle start, and closed my eyes, reminding myself to be quiet, and not to sit up. The concussion would be difficult to explain to the ambulance attendants, with my freshly sucked dick hanging out, and my shorts around my ankles.
"Oh, fuck, here it cums, baby!" I groaned, through clenched teeth.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," Brosie moaned, as I surged into her mouth. She kept pumping, and sucking and swallowing, drawing out every drop, until the chamber was empty. She licked me clean, then stood up straight.
"That's better," she patted her tummy. "What wine goes with semen?"
"This one," I groaned, passing the box out awkwardly. "Whatever it is."
"We'd better get back out there," Brosie said, helping me out of the hole, and down the ladder. She tugged my shorts back up. "Marina will be looking for us."
"Too late, Mother," I heard, while I was re-tying my waist cord. I cringed.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Brosie asked, as I turned to see who was watching. Fortunately, it was only Marina, so it didn't change the situation. It didn't improve her attitude, though.
"Certainly not as much as HE did," Marina sneered. "That was disgusting, Mother."
"Oh, please! Don't act like you're some virginal, innocent, beacon of virtue," Brosie laughed, scolding her daughter at the same time. "It's not like you haven't done the same, I know it, and you know it."
"I'm not denying that," Marina allowed, eyeing me uncomfortably. "How would you feel if I was blowing some older man? How about if I walked out onto the deck, upstairs, and just sucked HIS FATHER'S cock? What would you say then?"
"Marina, dont be impudent! Remember who you're talking to! I know you are upset by this situation, but that doesn't excuse your tone!" Brosie warned. She was more than willing to talk about anything, but not in a disrespectful manner.
"Yes. You're right. I apologize," Marina nodded, then shook her head, "but only for my tone. The question stands. Would you be so tolerant of me, if things were reversed?"
"Alright, since you asked," Brosie replied, blunting her anger. She handed me the box of wine. "If you're going to reverse the situation, then go all the way with it. You're not on your knees, giving pleasure to some random, older man... and certainly, not to Herbert, who is happily married. You are in love with him, and very happy. Now, if I were to walk in on you, giving your beau a wet, sloppy blowjob, I would, of course be shocked. I might even demand that you stop, but that would only be because you surprised me. You were not surprised, this time. You came hunting for us."
"Yes, because I knew you couldn't be trusted together," Marina replied.
"You're getting close to the line, honey," Brosie growled, warning her daughter again. "I'm an adult. This is my house. I don't need to ask your permission, especially about my love life. If you want me to let you make decisions that affect your life, then you have to extend me the same courtesy. This is not up for debate."
"How can you be in love, with... with... HIM?" Marina spat, glaring at me. "You hardly know each other. Are you sure it's not just sex, talking?"
"Would it make a difference if it was?" Brosie fired back, clearly getting angrier at being grilled by her own child. "Let's say, for the sake of argument, that it is only sex that interests me. I'm only in it to get my brains fucked out by a young stud with a big cock and the energy to use it on me, over, and over again. I can't get enough of it. Would that make you feel any better?"
Brosie touched my shoulder, gently reminding me that I meant much more to her than that.
"No," Marina shook her head.
"So, you just have a problem with who I've chosen to fall in love with?" Brosie scoffed. "I don't recall asking you for your opinion, and I know you've never asked for mine about your boyfriends."
"Is it love, Mother? How do you know?" Marina asked softly, her ire losing momentum.
"Marina, honey?" Brosie smiled, stepping over to hug her defiant daughter. "Is it love? Can we ever be sure? All I do know is, that in my experience, with your father, I know the feeling that was missing when he died. I hadn't felt it since then, for over two years, until I met Hank. He makes me feel whole again. Isn't that enough? Does age really matter? Can't you try to be happy for me? For us?"
"I'm sorry, Mother," Marina relented, melting into Brosie's embrace. "I'll try."
"That's all I can ask," Brosie sighed, kissing Marina's head. "That, and that you stop trying to sabotage us. Let's just have fun for the rest of the day, okay? No more trying to expose us? We'll tell Hank's parents when we're ready. Agreed?"
"Yes, Mother. I agree," Marina nodded, wiping her eyes. "I'm sorry. I apologize to you, too, Hank. I haven't been very fair."
If this was to be a long-term relationship, it might as well start now, with a gesture of good will on my part.
"Thank you, Marina," I smiled. She accepted it with a nod. Perhaps the hug could wait.
"Alright. Everybody outside, we have guests," she winked at me, and herded us upstairs. "They will be wondering if we're stomping the grapes ourselves!"
***
I must admit, I was surprised at Marina's immediate shift in attitude. While she didn't welcome me with open arms, she did seem to be more content with my presence. It was a welcome change, and took the pressure off.
With that in mind, I felt a little less dread at spending the night here. I was still going to be on the couch, but at least I could actually get some sleep.
Maybe.
Before I could go to bed, I had to help my Mother get Dad into bed. If you recall, I told you Dad was drinking? Well, he finally stopped, not because Brosie ran out of wine, but because he passed out. Just after we all ate dinner, dear old Dad had excused himself, laid down on his lounge, and fallen deep asleep. I can only imagine what he was dreaming about.
Anyway, I had picked up my Father, draped him over my shoulder, and followed Mom through the house to the guest suite. He barely made a noise as I deposited him on the mattress.
"Do you need help undressing him?" I asked her, as she looked at him disapprovingly.
"I think he's fine as is. If he wanted to be comfortable, he shouldn't have gotten drunk," she said, gesturing in exasperation. "Thanks for dragging him in here. When did you get so strong? I guess you're not my little boy anymore, are you?"
"Goodnight, Mom," I smiled, closing the door behind me, as I headed to the living room. Brosie was there, pulling out the couch, and putting the sheets on my bed.
She had a little smirk on her face as she did so, and looked at me dreamily when I helped her.
"I'd rather have you upstairs," she whispered.
"I'd rather have you, period," I smiled.
"Mmmmm, don't tempt me," she purred. "It's going to be a long, lonely night, knowing you're right down here, so close, but out of reach."
"Hey, I'm not immune, you know," I giggled. "I haven't even had the benefit of alcohol. I have to do it sober."
"Believe me, it's not that much help," she shook her head. "I didn't drink that much, anyway. I'm going to go to bed now, alone, and cry myself to sleep. Goodnight, Hank."
She looked around, especially upstairs, then crooked her finger at me, beckoning me closer.
"At least a kiss?" she asked. I would have happily volunteered.
She felt wonderful in my arms. Her lips were deliciously soft, and her chest equally so, pressed between us. What was meant to get us through the night apart was making it even more difficult to be apart. Finally, she reluctantly pulled away.
"Goodnight."
***
It was dark. That was my first impression, upon waking. I wasn't sure what had woken me. Then I felt it again. I wasn't alone. Somebody was in bed, next to me, and that someone had just grasped my penis, in her warm, soft hand.
"Mmmmm? Please tell me that's you, baby," I mumbled, "otherwise we have a whole new set of problems."
"Who else would be grabbing your dick this time of night?" Brosie asked, in a sexy whisper.
"No one. Like I said, if it was anyone else, we'd have a new problem," I answered. Her hand stroked me slowly, waking my willing cock.
"Well, then... No problem," she purred, rubbing her body against me.
"You mean, other than my Mother, my Father, and my sister, all within earshot?" I reminded her.
"I hadn't forgotten, party-pooper," she whispered, pulling on my nearly fully erect penis. "I'll be quiet. I promise. Not a peep. I just really need your big cock. My pussy is so lonely."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"A little after two," she replied. "Marina and Sharon stopped yacking a little over an hour ago, and your parents haven't made a sound. I figure everyone is as asleep as they're going to get. Everyone except us, that is. Come on, honey. I need it. Fuck me. No one will ever know."
I was hopelessly outvoted. The only one in the negative was a small part of my brain, that was desperately afraid of getting caught. Otherwise it was unanimous; all those in favour say 'aye'? The motion is carried.
Brosie rolled on her back, pulling me on top of her, and spreading her legs wide. Her hand deftly guided my dick between her lips, then moved aside, grabbing my ass to pull me inside.
"Oh, yes, that's better," she hissed, searching out my lips as I slid deeper into her vagina. "Mmmmm. So good."
You know what I discovered?
Sofa beds are not built for comfort. Sofa beds are not built for sex. Most definitely, sofa beds are not built for quiet sex.
I wasn't going to be able to fuck her with any gusto. Anything beyond the threshold of gently shafting her in a slow, even rhythm was met with a distinct, piercing squeak. A squeak that would be noticeable in broad daylight.
In the absolute silence of the darkness, the squeak sounded like an alarm going off. The pace of the squeaks made the source of the sound blatantly obvious. I froze.
"Don't stop, baby," she begged. "Do it slow, but please don't stop."
It took a few minutes of experimentation, but I eventually found a way. If I kept to just this one part of the bed, and didn't lift up too high, and maintained a rhythm just so... I could give her what she was asking for. I couldn't help thinking this would be a lot easier in her big, solid, quiet bed, but that would be in the room right next to Marina and Sharon. At least here, we were more isolated.
True to her word, Brosie was nearly silent, the only sounds being her quivering, excited breathing. Even that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet house, but I knew it wouldn't carry too far.
We fucked like two horny ninjas. No slapping of flash. No grunting, groaning or moaning. Even the sofa bed cooperated, maintaining its silence. I could feel Brosie, as her body began to shiver. Her head buried against my neck, she whispered in my ear.
"I'm cumming, baby," she breathed, and bit my shoulder, muffling her gasps of pleasure. Her body clenched, over and over, until she finally relaxed. "Oh, fuck, yes. Thank you. Please, don't stop."
In the dark, without a clock, and not having any way of guessing the time, I have no idea how long we went at it like this. It wasn't physically taxing, really, other than the effort required to keep quiet. Emotionally, it was a roller-coaster.
I was very happy that I was able to give my darling Brosie such pleasure. She came again, and again, and again, barely making any sound at all, while her body screamed her orgasms silently. I could feel every blissful spasm, not only when her pussy clutched at my cock, but as her breathing became more ragged, and her grasp of my shoulders grew tighter.
On the downside, I was terrified. All it would take was one lapse in control, from either of us. Just one plaintive moan of pleasure, that would echo through the silence, might bring an end to our secret.
I paused, letting her catch her breath. There was just enough light to make out her silhouette, against the white of the sheets.
"Let me on top," she whispered.
As quietly as humanly possible, we reversed our position, and she straddled me, skewering her juicy cunt. I felt the soft fullness of her breasts resting on my chest, and she began to grind her clit against the hard base of my shaft.
"Oh, good god," she hissed. "I like this quiet thing. It's so intense." She sat up, braced her hands on my chest, and rubbed herself harder against me. I could see her outline, those big tits jiggling, her head thrown back, mouth ajar in ecstasy.
Suddenly, I could see a lot more than just her outline. I could see her eyes, wide in surprise, as a weak, but distinct light came from the kitchen. It lit her up like a spotlight, bouncing breasts and all, for a second... before she dropped her upper body on my chest, hiding in the shadow cast by the back of the couch.
We held our collective breath, literally, until the light went out, after about thirty seconds. I heard footsteps, disappearing in the distance, then my heart pounding. At last, we both took a breath.
"Holy shit!" she gasped, in a whisper. "Your father, in his underwear, raiding the fridge..." she breathed, peeking over the couch.
"How did he not see you?" I asked.
"He was looking in the fridge, not out here," she explained. "Thank god."
My dick was still hard. How? I'm not sure, since my heart had stopped completely, I think. Brosie sat up again, and went back to riding me, as though the world hadn't just come within a whisker of ending.
"Mmmmm," she whispered. "Cum for me, honey. Let me ride you, until you're close, then I'll suck you, and swallow your delicious seed."
Her silhouette was dancing again, and I let her take control, finally relaxing enough to feel the pleasure she was providing. Her pussy rippled along my shaft, milking it, and making my eyes cross. She was so good to me.
I tapped her on the shoulder, and she dismounted quickly, replacing her pussy with her mouth. For the second time today, her lips coaxed my cock to orgasm. I bit my knuckle, and spewed down her throat, listening to her gulping it down. Once I was completely empty, she slid back up beside me.
"Oh, that's much better," she giggled softly.
"I'm so glad you think so," I replied, breathing hard. She kissed me, then snuggled into my side.
We lay silent for a few minutes.
"Honey?" she asked.
"Yes?" I answered, wrapping her tighter in my arms.
"I feel guilty," she replied.
"Why?" I asked.
"Your parents. I don't like lying to them," she said. "I mean, if we were just messing around, fucking for fun, and we knew it was going to end, then maybe hiding it wouldn't be so bad. What they don't know wouldn't hurt them, or us."
"Right, but we're not just messing around, are we?" I reminded her.
"Exactly. Marina has a point. She made me think about everything involved," she clarified. "About being in love. If we're really in this for the long haul... and I want to be clear that I'm definitely, in it for long haul... then we should tell them. It's not going to get any easier, by waiting longer. It can only get worse."
"You're sure that's not just Marina talking?" I asked. "She's been a pain."
"Yes, she has, but that's not it. Especially after today, getting to know your parents better, I just don't want to start off with a huge lie," she explained. "We've already told a big enough one."
"I don't know. I think it will get messy," I said. "Very messy."
"So... what? We just lie to them forever? That's not the way to live our lives. I want to be with you, all the way," she pleaded. "If it gets messy, we deal with it, but it's out in the open."
When we arrived here today, I was worried about our affair becoming common knowledge, at Marina's hands. Now it appeared we'd be doing it ourselves, on purpose. As much as I hated it, she was right. If we were ever going to be together, honestly, we should start now.
"Okay. How do I tell them?" I asked.
"I think it should still come from me," she answered. "I started it, in Santorini. I should tell them."
"Okay, honey. I trust you," I said softly.
"I guess I can stay then, huh?" she giggled, getting comfortable. "If they catch us here, they catch us here."
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I actually slept.
I know, I should have been petrified, but knowing the secrecy was ending on our terms was very liberating. That, and the fact that we'd both cum, made it easier to sleep.
Still, we woke at dawn. After only a couple of hours cuddled together, the birds outside signalled the morning, and roused us.
No angry parents were staring down at me. Yet anyway.
"I'm going to start the coffee, and get dressed," Brosie sighed, stretching like a naked cat in the living room. I watched her wander into the kitchen, flip on the coffeemaker, then walk slowly upstairs, all still starkers. Apparently, she found it liberating, as well.
I stayed in bed on the couch, and drifted off again, only to wake an unknown length of time later to the smell of bacon being cooked. I wasn't the only one.
Within minutes of me rising, I had been to the bathroom, dressed, and returned to the kitchen, where I gave Brosie a kiss, a neck nuzzle, and a good morning fondle of her breasts. Seconds later, the bacon zombies began to arrive, stumbling along, following their noses to the source of the smell.
"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes," Brosie said happily. "I hope we have enough. Usually cooking for two, not six. The coffee is ready, over there. Can someone please watch the toaster oven?"
"I got it," I smiled, moving over to the other side of the kitchen. The oven was full of english muffins, getting golden brown to go with the bacon Brosie was frying. The eggs were next.
She was amazing to watch, flitting from one pan to the other, while talking with my Mother about how she slept, etc. Everyone was getting along great, and even my Dad, who must have been nursing a wicked hangover, was cheerful.
I had a feeling that was going to change, quite soon. Just exactly when, was up to my darling.
With all the food successfully prepared, we took our seats around the large dining room table. Random chance put my seat next to our hostess, and she soon found my leg under the table. Her foot rubbed against me, soothing my fears. It was a very pleasant, relaxing breakfast, among friends and family.
The shit was about to hit the fan.
"Carol," Brosie said softly, starting the ball rolling. "You wanted to know more about this boyfriend of mine?"
I saw Marina's head turn, and she made eye contact with me. I would have expected a look of satisfaction on her face, but saw concern instead.
"Ooooo, yes! Dish it out!" my Mom smiled. "Tell me more!" She was eager, and not quite listening yet.
"It's Hank," Brosie said, plainly.
Marina dropped her fork.
Mom laughed, then frowned.
"I don't get it. What's the joke?" she asked.
"It's Hank," Brosie repeated, taking my hand. She slid her chair closer, and pressed her body into my side.
"I still don't get it," Mom laughed. "Did you two cook this up? Is it some kind of test, to see if we're sober?"
"No joke. No test," Brosie shook her head. "My new boyfriend is Hank."
"That's not funny," Mom said sternly.
"It's not a joke, Mom," I said, stepping into the fray. "Brosie and I have been together, since we met in Greece."
"What?" my Mother snarled, looking away from me, and fixing her cold stare on Brosie. "You mean to tell me, that you've been having sex... that you and... you've been sneaking around, having sex with my little boy, for weeks now?"
"I'm not a little boy, anymore, Mom," I replied. "You said so yourself, last night."
"Oh, shut up, Henry!" she snapped. "We'll deal with you later! Right now, I'm talking to HER!" she jabbed a finger at Brosie. "How could you?"
"We didn't plan on it. It just happened," Brosie said softly. "He's a wonderful young man. You should be proud."
"Oh yes, I am. Let me shout it from the rooftops, how proud I am that my son is fucking some bimbo old enough to be his mother!" Mom yelled angrily.
"Hey, Mom? That's not fair! We're trying to be honest with you! You know how easy it would have been to keep it a secret? You had no idea before now. We're telling you out of respect," I said, defending my lady. I saw the tears starting in her eyes, and knew my Mother's words had cut deep.
"Well, I'm not feeling much fucking respect!" Mom cursed. "Respect would be keeping your hands off another woman's children! Respect would be showing enough good sense not to let this happen! Respect would be thinking of others, not just your own perverted needs!"
"Per... Perverted needs?" Brosie asked, her tears flowing. "To be loved?"
"Love? You think this is love?" Mom gasped, shaking her head. "It's just sex! Don't hide, and call it love! You like getting fucked by young guys! Admit it!"
"Mom! Stop!" I warned her. Brosie's grip on my hand was tighter than I would have thought possible.
"Herbert! Get in here! Don't make me do all the work!" Mom screamed, urging my Dad into the argument.
"Now, Carol, don't get so upset," Dad said calmly. "He's an adult now. A young man, with a young man's urges. If he wants to satisfy those urges with a MILF, then let him. You know it won't last. Let him have his fun with an older woman. Once he gets to college, he'll find a nice girl his own age, and he'll forget all about her."
That was about all Brosie could take. She burst into tears, and ran out of the room, towards the back yard.
"I've got her," Marina said, directing her gaze at me. "You stay here."
I was stunned. My mother being upset beyond reason, I could understand. She was angry, and lashing out, unaware of how her words were hurting both of us. Dad, on the other hand, was calm, and collected. The tone he delivered his message with made it doubly insulting. MILF? Won't last? Forget her? My shock turned quickly to fury.
"Fuck off! Both of you!" I cursed, standing angrily. "You can't talk to her like that! I love her, and I won't stand for it!"
"No, son," Dad continued, as though I hadn't said a word. "What you love is her big breasts, and how willing she is to show them to anyone who wants to see them. That's understandable. Sex is a very powerful instinct. It's not love. It's lust."
"I think you should leave, now," I told them. "Before I say something I might regret."
"Great! Let's all get out of here! You're never to see Mrs. Castellanos again, is that clear?!" Mom demanded.
"I'm not coming with you," I replied, holding back my anger. "I said YOU should leave."
"You're my son. You do as I say!" Mom yelled.
"No, Mom. That time is past. I'm legally an adult, and can make my own choices. I've made it. I'm staying," I answered. It felt good, being freed of their control. My parents weren't ogres. They had always done their best, and taken very good care of us, but in this case, they were wrong.
Mom made one last stab at exerting control.
"As long as you live under our roof, you'll abide by our rules," she said confidently.
"Oh god, here we go," I scoffed. "Straight from page 7 of the parenting handbook. My roof, my rules. Really? You can't do better than that?"
"Honey, we love you, and we're just looking out for you," Mom said, softening her tone. "You're too young to make this decision. Don't ruin your life with this, this... woman."
"I'm done talking. You can go, anytime. See the door?" I pointed.
"If we leave, you're not welcome back," Dad said. "No place to live. No money. No paying for college. Be sure you understand that before you send us away."
"Whatever. The door?" I pointed again.
"Fine," Dad said, and stood up. "Good luck, and goodbye. Let's go, Carol. You too, Sharon."
My sister had been sitting there, in stunned silence throughout. It was a lot to take in.
"I, um, I'm going to stay," she said softly. "Marina said she'll give me a ride home later this afternoon."
"If you wish. Carol?" Dad said, already walking toward the exit.
Mom was torn. She looked at Dad, then at me. We'd never had an argument like this, and now she was confused. I wasn't coming home? She was hurt.
"Mom, I still love you, but I can't live with you, if you're going to behave like this. Maybe we can talk sometime soon, when you've calmed down," I said.
She nodded, and joined my father at the door, giving me one more painful look.
"I'll be fine," I told her. "Goodbye."
The door clicked closed behind them, and I exhaled, looking at my sister.
"Wow," she giggled.
"Yeah. Wow," I replied.
"Hank, I'm your sister, which means I love you, and hate you at the same time," she smiled, walking over to hug me. "That was the most romantic thing I've ever seen. The way you stood up for her? You must really love her."
"I do," I nodded, holding Sharon close. When we separated, I saw Brosie and Marina, watching from the kitchen. Both were crying, and holding each other.
"I, uh... I think I'm going to need a new place to stay," I shrugged. "Know of any place?"
They started toward me, holding hands, but Marina peeled off partway, to join my sister. Together they went outside, leaving Brosie and I alone.
We lunged into each other's arms, and she wept again. These tears were different, though. Not sad, but deliriously happy. They soon had me joining her. We held each other and let the emotions out, until we were both a sniffling, teary-eyed mess. She pulled away, and walked a few steps, coming back with a tissue for each of us.
"Oh, boy," she smiled, blowing her nose. "Let's see... You say you need a room?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Well, I'm not sure I have a whole room for you," she giggled, hooking her arm in mine, and leading us up the stairs. "More like a portion of a room. Just the part, with the empty half of the bed in it."
"That's probably all I need, anyway," I smiled, watching her eyes clear of any trace of sadness. "What's the rent like?"
She paused at the top step, and kissed me. It was a kiss of love, so deep and tender. We were together.
"I'm sure we can work something out," she whispered.
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Whew! I hope you had as much fun reading this one as I had writing it.
Thanks for your time, and please cast your votes. I'd love to hear from you.Immortal Gift of Beauty Ch. 04
The aftermath. Love grows.
Hank and Brosie continue to fall in love...
I hope you enjoy it.
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Our life together had begun, although not in the manner either of us would have planned. After the argument with my parents, and the release of emotions that followed, Brosie and I had retired to her bedroom, to talk and cuddle.
I suppose I should refer to it as our bedroom now, shouldn't I?
"Thank you, honey," she said softly, resting her head on my chest. "Thank you so much, for stepping in, and defending me. That means more than I can say."
"Well, I love you," I replied, holding her tight. "Anyone who has a problem with you, has a problem with me. Parents included."
"You gave up so much, though," she whispered, caressing my face. "Your whole world has changed, in the blink of an eye."
"I prefer to think of it as a trade. After all, I get to have you. That's a pretty good deal, at any cost," I smiled. My hand moved instinctively to her breast, cupping the fullness softly.
"Yes, well, I suppose that's true," she giggled, pressing her own hand over mine, and firmly fondling her breast. "Still, there's more to your future than just physical needs being satisfied. I do expect that your parents will change their tune a bit, once the shock wears off, but what if they don't? Have you thought that through?"
"In the last five minutes? No," I laughed. "I'll find a job. Might have to save for a year, but I can still go to school later."
"Oh, I'm not worried about that," she smiled, patting my chest as she sat up. "Money is not the issue. I'm a wealthy widow, remember? We have more than enough to pay for your classes. I'm talking about them cutting themselves out of your life. You'll miss them."
"It had to happen sometime," I observed. "Even in a perfect world, they weren't going to live forever."
"No," she replied, "but this is a little different. We're not talking about losing them to natural causes. We're talking about losing them by their choice. You'll know where they are. That's a powerful distraction."
"You're probably right," I nodded, "but at least I am not going through it alone."
"No, you're not," Brosie smiled. She stood up, and went to check the bedroom door, making sure it was locked. When she turned back to face me, I could see that familiar look in her eyes. Just like our first time together, back on Santorini. Then we had been a secret, just starting the journey that brought us here. Now, we were out in the open. Even my sister and her daughter being in the house wasn't going to stop her, this time.
I watched her peel off her top as she walked back to join me on the bed. That awesome body was now mine to enjoy, anytime I wanted. Her huge tits jiggled in their bra, as she sat beside me on the bed and turned to kiss me, pulling me down to lay atop her.
"I know we've done this, in this room before," she giggled, "but the circumstances have changed. I think a new beginning is in order. Care to help me christen the room?"
I laughed. She hadn't said 'christen the bed'. The last room we christened like this had ended up looking like a tornado had rampaged through it.
This was going to be fun.
Without another word, we began to feast on each other, pawing and kissing with passionate urgency. Clothing flew wildly, tossed away as soon as it was removed. It didn't take long for us both to get naked, and when we were, our pace slowed slightly. Our touches became gentler, caressing each other with love, and stoking the fires inside. We pulled a sheet up over ourselves on the bed and forgot about the world outside this room.
Rolling around the bed, we took turns being on top, kissing and fondling each other happily. My hand found its way between her legs, slipping a finger into her extremely damp cleft. Brosie moaned and grabbed my dick.
"I need this, inside me," she purred, lifting her hips higher. "I can't wait."
I felt the slippery lips of her pussy part as they captured the head of my cock. The warm sensation slid lower, as more and more of my shaft was engulfed by her snug opening. At last, I could feel the tickle of her labia against my balls, as she sat upright, fully impaled.
"Mmmmmm, I think I'm going to like having daily access to your cock, my love," she moaned. "You're definitely going to spoil me."
"I'm spoiling YOU?" I laughed, palming her big tits as they hung before my face. "My first serious relationship, and it's with a woman who's more than I could ever have dreamed. Loving, beautiful, sexy as hell... my Greek goddess. You're worried that I'm spoiling you, huh? I guess we'll just spoil each other."
"You do have a way with words, darling," she smiled, leaning forward. First, I felt the pressure of her breasts against me, then her lips, as she kissed me with passion. I felt her pussy grab my cock tighter, as she lifted her hips, pulling on it before relaxing again to allow it back in smoothly on the down stroke. I just loved it when she did that, and moaned my enjoyment into her kiss. She moaned back, and sat up.
I watched her eyes flutter closed, and she tilted her head up, letting her long dark hair hang fully down the smooth skin of her back. My hands were on her hips and thighs, feeling the firm muscle under them flex and shift as she slowly rose and fell on my shaft. The room was quiet, and I could hear her quivering, excited breathing, building with her arousal.
She was right. Things had changed. This was now our bed, and we were no longer two separate individuals with a shared interest in each other's bodies. We were now one entity, connected at the heart, and that new status was palpable. She was taking her time, as we had no reason to rush.
Truthfully, we not only had no reason to rush, we had no motivation to do so. I could feel the difference, and I'm just a man, so I can only imagine how it must be for a woman. Even in my limited experience with women, I had noticed how much more emotionally perceptive they were. It's one of the things that makes them so maddening, but it also makes them endearing, and an irreplaceable part of our lives.
From my place below her, I could see her orgasm building, like a constant flow of water trapped behind a fragile dam. It was only a matter of time before it broke through.
"Oh my god ohmyGodohmy..." she began, in a whisper of impending release. Her eyes screwed shut again, and I felt the explosion from within, as her pussy clamped down on my hard penis, and she screamed. "Mmmnahn, GNAHHHHHN! YESSSS! YESSSSSS! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YES!"
Her body bucked wildly in the saddle, and I gripped her waist, holding her up, until she collapsed forward onto my chest, panting for breath. It took a minute for her to recover.
"I was beginning to think that I might never feel this way again," she said softly, resting her head on my shoulder while I held her.
"I wasn't going to give you up, no matter what they said," I replied. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Thank you, my dear," she giggled, lifting her head to look at me. "I appreciate the compliment, but I was speaking of something a little deeper... Um, no not your wonderful long cock... I mean something inside me... Oh hell! Everything I say is coming out as a sexual comment! I, um, I mean..."
"You mean love," I smiled, completing her sentence. A bright smile erupted on her face, and she leaned in to kiss me.
"That's right, honey," she breathed. "You gave up everything, for me. Now, I'm pretty good in bed, but I have to believe there's more than that that made you do such a thing. After my husband, I thought I would be alone for the rest of my life, but you showed me how you feel in a way words never could."
"Well, I love you," I repeated. "You're the most important person in my life. I wanted them to know that, as well as you."
"Mmmmmm, I certainly do now," she purred, smiling at me from close range. "The feeling is most definitely mutual."
Our lips met again, in an embrace of emotional completion. The passion escalated again, and I felt her pussy grab my cock, which was still inside her warm crevice. She slowly lifted her hips, and groaned as my hard shaft moved inside her, then lowered herself onto it once more, as I pushed up to meet her. The kiss continued, while we gently made love in this position.
A startling knock on the bedroom door made us both jump.
"Mom?" came Marina's muffled voice.
"Busy!" Brosie moaned, sitting up in frustration.
"Yes, Mom. I know. We heard you," Marina giggled. "Just letting you know I'm taking Sharon home. I'll be back in an hour or so."
"Thank you, honey," Brosie answered, still breathing hard. "Drive safe."
"I will," she replied. "Have fun."
"I will," Brosie giggled back. She resumed her rhythm, again dangling her breasts in my face. I found a nipple, and suckled her gently.
"I'll call you later, Hank," my sister chimed in.
"Mmmmm hmmm," I mumbled, my mouth full.
We both heard the girls laughing on the other side of the door, then silence, but no footsteps going down the stairs.
"I think they're listening," Brosie whispered. "Let's teach them a lesson. Follow my lead?"
I nodded, and released my grip on her nipple.
"Oh god, yes Hank!" she gasped, making sure her voice could be heard clearly. "Do it, honey! Fuck me!"
I grunted a few times, playing my part, but she hadn't yet dropped the bomb.
"Yeah!" she continued. "Oh it's so good! That's it! Stick your big cock up my ass!"
Bombs away! I tried to muffle my giggle as we heard an "Eww!" outside the door.
"Well, that's what happens when you eavesdrop, girls," Brosie said directly. "Sometimes, you hear things you'd rather not hear."
"Very funny, Mother," Marina called through the door, and this time we heard them go down, followed by the front door closing.
"I think they're actually gone, this time," Brosie smiled. "On a related note, would you like to fuck my ass? Not necessarily today, but as a general idea."
Oh, my god, yes! I thought, trying to supress the smile that threatened to meet at the back of my head.
"Oh, um, sure," I nodded, imagining my dick disappearing up her anal opening.
"It's been a long time since I took it in the butt," she smiled. "My husband's dick wasn't in your league, but it felt pretty good up there. I'd like to try it, sometime."
"I can't believe a sophisticated, elegant woman like you is into anal sex," I shook my head.
"Hey! I'm Greek! I think we invented it," she giggled, winking at me. My cock was still hard, and still up her pussy as she sat on top of me. "How about some doggy? I really love how deep you reach that way."
I may be young, but I'm not stupid. Anything that would result in my cock sliding in and out of her exceptionally juicy pussy was fine with me. Besides, I did like to do her from behind, grabbing those firm hips, and slamming into her rump with urgency.
Before you could say 'fuck me harder', three times, she had arranged herself on hands and knees, and was wagging her butt at me.
"Come on, darling," she smiled, looking over her shoulder at me. "Put that big, beautiful dick back where it feels so good."
I glanced briefly at her tightly puckered asshole. I didn't need to be greedy today. There would be plenty of chances to fuck her in the ass, now that we were together for good. Her pussy was open, dripping wet, and begging to be filled, so I lined up, and plugged in.
"Mmmmmm, yeah, that's it, honey," she groaned. "All the way in. So deep. I love the way you stretch me open. I love you, baby."
"I love you, too," I replied, taking a grip on her waist. I ground myself all the way inside her.
"I want to make you happy, my sweet," she whispered. "I'll do anything you want. Anything. I may be a mother, and a widow, but I can be a slut for you, my love. In here, in our bedroom, when we are alone, I'm yours to use as you wish... with one exception; no rough stuff. At least, not, too rough. I'll tell you if you go too far."
"Of course. I would never do that," I answered.
"I know. That's one of the reasons I love you. I know you love and respect me. I know you would never hurt me," she nodded. Her expression changed, becoming more playful. "Now, fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Make me cum again, then shoot that hot jizz all over my face. Make me your cum slut. I want it!"
Kneeling behind her, with my hands gripping her mature yet slender waist, I pulled her back with each thrust of my hips, while considering the events of the day. She was right; my world had changed very quickly.
Only last night, we were having secret sex on her sofa bed, and my parents were still blissfully unaware. I still lived with my family, and all was normal.
Turn the page to today. Shit met fan, and now nothing was normal. We were public knowledge, in a very unconventional sexual relationship. My parents' disapproval had manifested itself in banishment. Thankfully, my homeless period had been measured in seconds, and now I had a new home, with a new, warm bed to sleep in, and a sexy, warm lover to share it with.
Now that sexy lady was giving herself to me, completely, and promising to be my own personal porn star in the bedroom... Our bedroom.
I'm sure I hadn't yet felt all the consequences, but so far, it may have been an improvement.
"Mmmmmm, yes," Brosie moaned, refocusing my attention. "That's my man. Slide that big dick in, nice and deep."
I looked down as I pulled back, watching my luscious Brosie's thick, swollen labia drag along my shaft, leaving trails of frothy pussy juice in their wake. I pushed inside again, until those same aroused lips were nestled around my balls. Her asshole puckered as her internal muscles grabbed the thickness of my intruder, and she moaned softly.
"More!" she hissed, pushing back against me on every stroke. "Give me more!" She tossed her head back, letting her long, dark hair fall within reach, encouraging me to grab it. I did, snarling it around my fingers and pulling firmly.
"GNAHHHHHN! YESSSS! PULL MY HAIR, AND FUCK ME HARD! YESSSS! I LOVE IT!" she gasped. Her tits swung wildly as they hung below her chest. Her rump quivered as it absorbed each thrust, and our bodies crashed together. Inside, her pussy clutched me tight, in a grip that grew tighter as her orgasm raced toward us. When it arrived, it hit like a hurricane.
"Uhhn! Oh! Uhhn, fuck! YES! FUCK! UHHN! UHHN! UHHHHHN! FUUUCK! MY GOD, YES! YES! YES! YES!" she screamed.
My own zenith was brewing quickly, and I couldn't stop, so I kept thrusting into her right through her climax. She grunted, dropping her shoulders to the bed, ass high in the air.
"Cum... on my... face!" she hissed, between strokes. "I'm a... bad girl!"
"You're my bad girl," I corrected.
"Yes! I'm your bad girl! Your slut! Cum on me!" she moaned.
"Get ready!" I groaned, my balls tingling, an orgasm imminent. I pulled out, and Brosie spun around. She tilted her head back, and opened her mouth wide, lolling her tongue out as a target.
I loved Brosie. She was so beautiful, and sexy, yet respectable and sophisticated. Being around her made me feel like the man I wanted to be. That's why we wanted to be together.
She was also all the sexual partner I could ever ask for, especially if she was willing to explore her nasty side. She had offered me her ass, and someday soon, I'd be taking her up on that. Today though, it was time to give her a facial.
"Cum on me, baby," she moaned, encouraging me as I jerked like a madman. "Give me all your hot, sticky semen, all over my face. I want it."
"MmmmnnnaaaAAAHHHHHNNNNNN!" I grunted, as the first ribbon landed with a 'splat', stretching from her chin to her eyebrows. "UHHN!" I groaned, as more pearly goo shot out, draping across her nose, and across her cheek. Two more streaks were added, before there was nothing left but a few weak drops that speckled her hair.
"That's my man," she moaned, looking up at me through the drops of cum that had landed on her lashes. "Do I look slutty?"
"As far as I'm concerned, you're always beautiful," I smiled. Her fingers dragged through the goo, pulling more of it within range of her tongue, which had already cleaned the area around her mouth instinctively. "Beautiful, sexy, and occasionally an insatiable, unstoppable force of nature," I chuckled, watching her lick her fingers.
"That's me. All natural," she smiled, shaking her big tits at me. I'd never get tired of watching that.
***
Mom and Dad didn't know this, but I had a spy, embedded deep in their camp. Sharon was happy to collect and share the gossip from home.
There I go again, living in the past. That location wasn't my home, anymore. It may still be hers, but it's no longer mine.
Anyway, Sharon was keeping me filled in on the happenings there. Cracks were forming in their consolidated front. Mom was voicing her wishes that I come home.
I had no intention, and no need, to do that. Having lived with my parents my whole life, I knew that they didn't change their minds once they took a stand. Any leeway after the fact was meant to soften the inevitable; that they were in charge, and we did what they said.
So, I also knew that even if this was the first time they were actually having a change of heart, it was too fast to be genuine. It was a ploy, to get me back home, where they could work on breaking me down.
I wasn't buying it. Don't get me wrong; I love my parents, and they had never been anything but caring and protective of both me and my sister. However, in this instance, I felt they had overstepped. I was an adult. As far as the government was concerned, I was legally able to give my life for my country, but my parents were acting as if I shouldn't be able to decide who I could share that life with. They needed to know that I was serious about that decision and was willing to deal with the consequences.
Even if the consequences didn't include them.
As for my relationship with my sister, it had never been better. All my life, I had been her pain-in-the-ass little brother, and she had merely tolerated my presence. Now, I had graduated, and she looked at me differently. When she told me that standing up for Brosie, in front of my parents, was the most romantic thing she'd ever seen, it signaled a complete change in our future.
We were now friends in a way that had never been considered before.
I was happy that my parents had at least let Sharon remain neutral in the matter. I jokingly called her my 'Swiss-ter'. They weren't giving her a hard time about coming over to visit Marina, even though they knew she'd see me, as well. She was a visitor about twice a week, which was just the perfect amount of time, in my book. Just often enough to remain a guest, not an intrusion.
I came home from running a few errands to find Sharon's car in the driveway. I guess it was time to be debriefed on the home situation, and I went straight out into the backyard, where I found all three ladies baking in the sun, chatting about who knows what. They were all very scantily clad, even Sharon, who was wearing a bikini that would probably have given my mother a stroke. They were all laying face up, oiled and shiny, with their bodies available for my viewing pleasure. One, of course, held a special appeal for me.
Brosie was wearing her red suit, the one that she'd worn the day my parents visited. It was my favourite, of all the suits in her collection, and the next best thing to her sunbathing naked, which was often the case as well. Brosie had no issues laying out around the pool stark naked, but deferred to social convention when Marina was around, or guests were expected.
Anyway, while I stood taking in the scenery and listening to them cackle, my love gestured me over. She had a kiss for me, of course, and it was nice to be able to deliver it without fear of getting caught. While the whole 'sneaking around' thing had been very exciting, it had also been stressful. Now that we were in the open, it was much better.
And I have to say, I had no idea an older woman could have such a sex drive. Not that I had much other personal experience, but even the internet hadn't hinted at the tsunami of sexual appetite that had been unleashed since we now lived together. Every night, and sometimes throughout the day as well, Brosie would spread her legs and beg to be fucked, not that she had to beg too hard. I woke a few days a week to a lovely morning blowjob. We still hadn't tapped her ass yet, but it was available. She was definitely spoiling me for other women, not that I was looking for one.
While I was near, she rolled onto her stomach, and untied her top. The thong bottom left her beautiful ass wide open.
"Darling?" she giggled, wagging the bottle of oil at me. "Please?"
"Oh, if you insist," I smiled, feigning reluctance. "Honestly, the things I have to do around here. I don't know why I put up with it!"
"Yes, you do," she smiled, confident in our love.
She was right. I was joking. I would rub oil on her anytime she wanted, anywhere she wanted. Also, on the list were eating her pussy, licking her ass, sucking her nipples, and generally pleasing her body in whatever way she desired. She was my goddess. My worship was complete.
I squirted a trail of oil across her back, and began to massage it in. It wasn't strictly what she'd asked for, but why merely spread the oil when I could give her more enjoyment? A moan of pleasure led me to believe I was on the right path.
"Mmmmmm, you're hired," she groaned, as my fingers dug in, kneading her firm ass.
"I'm next!" Marina laughed, flipping onto her stomach as well. Her suit was a little less revealing, but I had never done more than hug her before. A glance at Brosie, who nodded, told me to go ahead.
"Oh, hell... Me too!" Sharon chimed in, rolling over as well.
"Just wait your turn, both of you," Brosie moaned. "He's not finished with me, yet."
Far from it. I was just getting started. Now that all three were flat on their tummies, it would be harder for the other two to watch me. I began to dip my fingers further between her legs when my hands were in the area. She moaned, and spread a little wider, giving me better access, which I took advantage of. I teased her asshole with the oily tip of my thumb, and pushed it gently in. The other hand worked up and down her legs, while I wriggled the intruder deeper. Brosie sighed contentedly, and spread wider, lifting her hips slightly. The hand between her legs worked deeper still, and my fingers caressed her clit through the tiny bathing suit bottom. I could feel her body quivering, and pushed the fabric aside, getting clean contact with her clit, and letting my fingers slide inside her pussy, which was soaking wet.
I continued to spread oil with one hand, as far as I could reach, while the other hand probed both her entrances. My thumb was now buried fully in her ass, and my remaining digits slowly stabbed at her juicy cunt, when not torturing her clit. I could feel her getting closer by the second, biting her lip to remain silent, as the orgasm raced nearer. Her eyes locked onto mine, begging me to finish her.
"Mom, no fair hogging him," Marina said. Oh, if she only knew...
"He's almost... done," Brosie groaned, shuddering through her climax in stealth mode. A final, shivering breath, and she relaxed. I carefully extracted my fingers from between her legs, and wiped them on her towel.
"Thank you, honey," she smiled, then whispered. "I do hope you're not planning on giving my daughter the same treatment. Or your sister?"
"Strictly oil for them," I whispered back, kissing her ear. "No frills." I had a raging erection from fingering Brosie. Oiling two more young women was going to do nothing to ease the situation.
I tried to maintain some sort of emotional detachment as I spread oil on Marina. It was difficult. While she didn't have anything approaching her mother's ample bustline, she did have a very attractive ass, and long smooth legs that felt very nice in my hands. I patted her rump, and moved on to my sister.
Sharon's ass was equally nice. I had admired it for years, despite the fact that we hadn't always been the best of friends. It was a unique pleasure to be able to hold that firm, muscular backside in both hands. Unique, and a bit strange. When I finished with her, I gave her butt a more forceful slap.
"Hey!" Sharon giggled.
"Nice bum, Sis!" I replied. "I'm going inside. All this sizzling flesh has made me hungry for bacon."
"Ooooo, that's not a bad idea!" Brosie added, sitting up. Her bikini top nearly slipped off completely, but she caught it and retied it in time. "Come with me. We'll make lunch."
I had a feeling that lunch was only one of the reasons we were going inside, and I followed her wiggling backside with rapt attention, and a few playful caresses. As soon as we were out of sight, she turned and pounced, jamming her tongue down my throat.
"You are such a bad boy!" she gasped, pulling me tight against her body. "I can't believe you fingered my ass and made me cum, right beside my daughter and your sister! It was so fucking hot!"
"I agree," I nodded.
Her eyes fell to the bulge in my crotch.
"Poor baby. That must be uncomfortable," she smiled, palming the hard lump. "Can I take care of it for you?"
She didn't even wait for an answer. Within seconds, she was on her knees, with me backed into the corner of the kitchen counter, my cock sliding slowly into her mouth. It was, as usual, a heavenly experience.
"Oh, honey," I moaned, glancing over my shoulder. Yep. Both still out there.
Not that it really mattered anymore. This was Brosie's house, which by association made it my house, too. If we wanted to have sex in the middle of the day, right here in the kitchen, the only one who could possibly complain was Marina, and she had already caught us dancing naked once, and doing this another time, in the basement. It wouldn't be much of a surprise.
My sister, on the other hand, would get an eyeful she hadn't previously experienced. At least to my knowledge, Sharon had never seen my dick, and had certainly never seen me getting a blowjob.
Until now, anyway.
"Oh my! Oh! I'm so sorry!" I heard, from the right. It was Sharon, shielding her eyes, and looking very uncomfortable. "I wasn't... I mean, I didn't mean to... Um... I shouldn't, but, um... I had to pee, and I... Wow! I wasn't expecting to walk in on... Oh wow!"
I jumped, startled by her sudden appearance, but otherwise stayed put. Brosie barely hesitated, and was now continuing to suck my cock deep into her throat.
And Sharon was no longer shielding her eyes. Call it curiosity, or whatever, she had stopped averting her eyes, and was simply watching. Her hand had fallen to cover her mouth, the only remaining indication of her surprise.
"Um, hi Sharon," I groaned. Brosie fluttered her fingers in the air and went back to work.
"Damn, Hank!" Sharon gasped. "Is that really you?"
I let that particular stupid question go unanswered. What was she expecting? Special effects?
"I had no idea you were that big," she mumbled, watching intently. I suddenly realized she was more than just curious. Her nipples were at attention, clearly visible through her bikini top. "Fuck! How does she suck you like that? I've never been able to get a big one anywhere near that far down... Um, I mean..." she stammered, inadvertently revealing more about herself than she meant to.
Brosie pulled back, letting my shaft slip from her mouth. She pumped my glistening penis with her hand while she talked.
"Well, maybe someday I can teach you," she smiled, totally at ease. "Didn't you say something about having to pee?"
"Yeah. Right. I'm sorry," Sharon blushed. "I'll leave you alone now."
With a final glance at my cock as it disappeared once more into Brosie's mouth, she headed toward the bathroom. I grabbed two handfuls of lustrous, dark hair, and started to hump her throat slightly. We both moaned, and enjoyed it.
"Hey, Mom, can I help with lun... Whoops!" Marina exclaimed, turning her back. "Sorry!"
"What the fuck?" I asked, shrugging in frustration. "It's like trying to get a blowjob in Grand Central Station!"
"Geez, I said I was sorry!" Marina replied, refusing to look. "Um, where's Sharon?"
"Bathroom," I pointed. "She barged in on us, too."
"Well, I'm my own defense, you were supposed to be making lunch, not... this." she gestured, "Mother, would you stop, please? I can still hear you."
"Oh, my godddddd!" we heard, from the direction of the bathroom. It was muffled, but clearly audible. Sharon had either taken a spectacular shit, or she was cumming on her fingers, excited by what she saw.
Brosie still had my cock in her mouth, but she laughed. So did I. Even Marina found it funny.
"I guess I'm the odd man out, here, aren't I?" Marina giggled. "Fine. I'll shut up, and go back outside. Go ahead, Mother. Do your best."
I watched her ass wiggle as she left us, headed back outside. When I turned back, Brosie was smiling up at me, my cock in her hand.
"You heard her," she grinned. "I have to do my best. Are you ready for that?"
"Oh, baby, I'm so ready, I'm about to explode," I answered.
"Explode, huh?" she nodded. "Just what I was hoping for. God, I'm so horny! First you finger my ass and pussy, and make me cum, just feet away from my daughter and your sister. Then they both catch us, while I'm sucking your cock. Now we hear your sister, getting herself off just down the hall. Not too difficult to imagine what got her so wound up that she needed to masturbate. I'm not sure if a mere blowjob is going to be enough now. I think I need more."
She stood gracefully, and plucked the strings that held her top in place, letting it fall away. When she bent to skin the bottom half off, her huge tits swung enticingly. Naked now, she turned her back, and braced herself with her hands on the edge of the counter.
"Well? I'm sure you remember what to do," she whispered. "Fuck me, baby. I need that big dick. Give it to me."
She arched her back a bit downward, angling her pussy up into view. I put one hand on her hip, and used the other to aim, tickling her swollen lips with the head of my cock. I eased forward, sliding between those juicy labia a bit. She pushed back off the counter, and her pussy took my shaft inside in one smooth stroke.
"Mmmmmm, that's better," she growled, undulating her hips. "So nice, and deep. Now, do me, baby. Do me hard!"
I took a firm grip with both hands on her slender waist, and was just about to start shafting her, when a subtle motion in the corner of my eye caught my attention.
I suppose it wasn't exactly surprising. After all, I had stopped to eavesdrop on my Mother and Brosie, when they were talking about Brosie's new boyfriend, aka, me. Since Sharon hadn't come out of there yet, she was bound to see us.
And watch us have sex.
She was in the shadow, mostly hidden, but I could see her, eyes riveted on the point where my cock disappeared into Brosie's pussy. Her hand was between her legs, moving rhythmically.
Yet another change in my life, as my sister went from merely tolerant sibling, to friend, to sexually charged voyeur, watching me fuck my mature girlfriend. It was pretty hot, and her pace picked up as I began to rock back and forth, pulling nearly all the way out, so she could see the length of my shaft coated with Brosie's juices. I slid slowly back in, eliciting a moan of pleasure from my lover, and more motion from Sharon.
"God, you're making me crazy," Brosie moaned. "I love it slow like this, but you're gonna make me scream. Your sister will hear us, for sure."
She's already watching, I thought, but didn't vocalize. Go ahead. Make all the noise you want. Sharon will probably get off on it.
I couldn't blame her. There was something about this position that really turned my crank. I loved the sight of my cock splitting her pussy open, and sliding inside. Equally exciting was the pull back, as her thick lips dragged along my hard meat. It was the icing on the sexual cake, adding to the pleasure of her pussy's warm, wet embrace.
"Please, honey," Brosie begged.
I increased my cadence, driving my hips forward faster, while still pausing on the backstroke. My head turned partway toward Sharon, who was still in the shadows, but no longer hiding. She leaned back against the wall in the hallway, masturbating furiously, with her bikini bottom pulled to the side, letting her fingers plunge deeper into her pussy. Her free hand was pulling on her nipples, which I was seeing for the first time, bared by lifting her boobs out of their cups. I was pretty sure she knew I could see her, but she was too far gone to care.
Every time I drove my cock into Brosie, she moaned loudly as our bodies collided with a sharp slap. I reached forward, mauling her swinging breasts, and fucking her faster, listening carefully for my sister's sounds, which were just barely audible over Brosie's own pleasure indicators.
"Oh, baby, that's so fucking good," Brosie growled, glancing over her shoulder. "I love it! Fuck me harder! I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna cum!"
All the added excitement... getting caught with my dick in Brosie's mouth, twice, and now watching my sister finger herself while watching me fuck... well, it had me pretty close to my climax, as well. I drilled Brosie deep, slamming my hips forward harder. Her breasts danced in my hands, and she leaned up against me, turning her head for a desperate kiss.
"Your sister..." she whispered, as her lips left mine. "Watching us! Fuck me harder!"
I wondered if she might notice Sharon, as I had. My sister had inched forward, perhaps unconsciously, and was now in full view, masturbating feverishly. We were all feeding off the excitement. The watched, watching the watcher.
I went into overdrive, fucking Brosie harder still, causing the sounds of sex to echo through the house. We were all moaning now, expressing our extreme arousal at the situation. Brosie came first.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... OH! OH! OH FUCK! OH, FUCK, HANK! YESSSS! I'M CUMMING! YESSSS!" she screamed, shuddering in my grasp. I could almost hear Marina rolling her eyes out by the pool, as her mother screeched through an orgasm on my dick.
Then again, my sister had her hand jammed between her legs, not fifteen feet away. Perhaps Marina might be doing the same out there.
Brosie slid forward, off my shaft, and dropped to her knees, resuming her earlier actions, and licking her own delicious juices clean, then inhaling my cock once more. She sucked with a desperate fury, and it pushed me past the point of no return.
Brosie had my cock in her hand, jerking it hard, as I exploded, shooting ropes of semen that hit her on the neck, sending streams of goo flowing down over her chest and breasts. I was grunting through the pleasure when I heard my sister in the hallway, whimpering through her own orgasm. She slid down the wall as her legs gave out.
"Oh, my god," I heard her breathe, slumped on the floor.
"You okay, Sharon?" Brosie asked, licking my cock clean.
"Yes," my sister moaned. "Just embarrassed. I can't believe I did that, in front of my brother. We've never even had a conversation about sex."
"Well, don't tell Mom, or she'll never let you visit again," I advised, pulling up my shorts.
"Yes. That's a good point," Brosie laughed. "I'm in enough trouble with your parents. She'll think it's a regular nudist colony over here, and all we do is have sex. She wouldn't be far off, but she doesn't need to know that." She ran her hands over her fabulous breasts, massaging my spunk into her tanned skin.
"I'll be keeping it to myself," Sharon groaned, rolling upright. She turned her back, hiding her bare breasts while she slipped them back into the cups of her bikini top. She likewise corrected the placement of the bottom half, covering her pussy, before she turned around. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to watch, and invade your privacy."
"Sharon, if I was that concerned about privacy... " Brosie replied, searching out her discarded bikini, "... I shouldn't have started getting frisky in the kitchen." She was still naked, and making no effort to cover herself.
With the tiny garment in hand, she kissed me softly. "I'm going to take a quick shower, honey. Can you start lunch? I'll be right back."
"Of course," I nodded. I watched her swing her hips as she walked out, wiggling her beautiful ass. That's understandable. Sharon watching too? That was a little different.
"Hey! Get your eyes off my girl!" I giggled, warning Sharon playfully.
"Right. Sorry," she smiled, shaking her head. "I don't know what's gotten into me today." She paused, and made eye contact, grinning wider. "You do look good together, though. My little brother, the stud. Who knew?"
"My sister, the voyeur," I grinned back.
"You're better than porn," she nodded. "The smells... Mmmmmm. So hot."
"My sister, the horny... You like porn?" I asked, a little surprised. Sharon always seemed so proper.
"What's not to like?" she asked back. "I'm not a virgin, and I'm no nun, despite Mom's best efforts. If she knew it all? Well, she might just banish me, too."
"Well, I won't tell her if you don't, so the problem is solved," I smiled. "Care to help me with lunch? I'm starving now."
"Yeah, I'm a bit hungry, too," she smiled back, casting a quick glance at my crotch. "Orgasms make me that way."
I wondered how much I might now be a part of her sexual fantasies. I had used her in mine for years, before moving on. Now that she'd seen me naked, having sex, I suppose it was natural that she returned the favour.
Together, we worked silently on repairing lunch for everyone, until she giggled and bumped me with her hip.
"Damn, Hank! That was so hot! You're so lucky to have each other!"
"I agree," I heard from behind, as Brosie returned from the shower, freshly dressed in a nice tank top and shorts. She slid up behind me, and wrapped me in her arms. "So lucky. Being in love is wonderful."
I had to agree. I could feel the soft fullness of Brosie's chest pressing into my back, a sensation I enjoyed greatly, and her hands were playfully headed south, down my chest and across my stomach. Her fingers danced over my crotch.
"How's my little friend?" she giggled. "Taking a nap?"
"Ooooo, don't say nap!" I laughed, turning in her arms. "I'm still standing, but I won't be for long if you keep that up."
"Well, if you lay down, I can promise you won't be getting any sleep," she teased, giving her boobs a little shake for my eyes.
I glanced at my sister, who was leaning back against the counter, her arms crossed as she watched us flirt unapologetically. She rolled her eyes and giggled.
"Hanging out here is gonna make me diabetic," she laughed, and went back to building sandwiches.
***
"Mom!" I smiled, as I opened the door.
"Henry. Would it be okay if we talked?" she asked. Her expression was serious.
"That depends. Where's Dad? You're not planning on kidnapping me, are you?" I laughed, hoping a little humour might break through.
"Your father doesn't know I'm here," she replied, unfazed. "May I come in?"
"Well, that depends, too," I answered, crossing my arms. "Is this going to be a continuation of your previous argument, or do you really want to have a conversation? If you're willing to listen to my answers... really listen... then I'm willing to answer your questions. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes," she nodded. "I'm willing. May I come in?"
"Please do," I smiled, stepping aside to let her in. I closed the door behind her.
"Is Mrs. Castellanos home?" she asked quietly, looking around.
"Ambrosia," I corrected her, "is out shopping with Marina. Girl's day out."
"I see," she said coldly.
"Be careful, Mom," I warned her. "You asked to talk to me, remember? I asked you to leave once. Don't make me do it again. You have something you wanted to say. I want to hear it."
I sat quietly, on the other end of the couch, looking at her. She was staring off into space, clearly trying to find the words. At last, she turned. When she saw me watching her, she smiled weakly, and looked down.
"I miss you," she said softly. A tear ran down her cheek. "I miss my baby."
"I miss you, too," I replied. I didn't like seeing her upset. I knew it was me that upset her, but I wasn't about to capitulate, merely to make her happy. There had to be a way to talk things out. At least, I hoped there was.
"Come home, please?" she asked.
"I don't think that's going to happen, Mom," I told her. "I'm happy here. We're happy here. I'd like very much to be welcome, again, but I don't see moving back home as a likely outcome."
"You don't need us anymore? You don't love us anymore?" Mom sniffed, wiping her eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous, Mom. Of course, I still love you. I have grown up, however, so I don't suppose I do need you as much as I once did. You've done your job. I'm not a little boy anymore," I smiled. "You'll always be my Mom."
"Yes. Always," she repeated.
We sat for over a minute in silence. Clearly, there was much more to say, but she was having trouble saying it. I ventured forth.
"Mom, if I had a girlfriend, who was, oh, let's say twenty years old, and we wanted to be together, would you be this upset?" I asked.
"Oh no, you don't," she answered. "You're trying to get me to admit I have a problem with Mrs. Castellanos because of her age."
"Indulge me, please?" I added. "Hypothetically, if I had a girlfriend, older than me, by just a year or two, and we were having sex, and in love, and wanted to be together... What would you say?"
"Fine. You want an answer?" she replied, verging on anger. "I'd say you were too young. You can't even know what love is yet. Sex is one thing, but love is another."
"Yes, I'm just a stupid kid," I shook my head. "I can't possibly know what love is like... but I can add, just fine. Sharon is nineteen. I'm eighteen. You're thirty-nine, just a few months ago. It seems to me that you were not much older than me when you got married to Dad, and had Sharon within a year. Correct me if I'm wrong here. How can you be upset with me for doing the same thing you did? Unless you feel Dad was a mistake? Were Sharon and I mistakes, too?"
"I don't care for your insinuation, young man," Mom said sharply. "Of course, your father was not a mistake, and neither was having children. I just feel like you need more time."
"Is this knowledge of experience something that arrives by magic, or is it delivered?" I asked. "Should I be watching for the UPS driver?"
"Sarcasm is disrespectful," Mom reminded me.
"I'm just not sure I see the difference between what you did, and my situation," I told her. "If you're honestly not concerned about the age of my girlfriend, then the situation is the same. Did Grandma kick you out of the house, too?"
Several seconds of silence followed. I could see her chewing on her response, trying to maintain her earlier assertions that age wasn't the issue. At last, she had to admit it.
"Alright, so let's say age does have something to do with it," she relented.
"So, if I was having sex with Marina, that would be fine?" I prodded.
"What? You're fucking her, too?" Mom gasped, standing and staring at me in horror. "How could you do that to Mrs. Castellanos?"
"I'm not," I laughed. "I just wanted you to see there were worse things I could be doing. I love Brosie. I'd never cheat on her."
Mom sat again, fixing me with a cold stare.
"She's too old for you," she finally voiced. "If a woman has a child of your age, then she's too old for you."
"I see," I nodded. "So, how many years apart is permissible? Is there a formula?"
"Please, can we do this without the sarcasm?" she sighed, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. "It's hard enough to get through this. I'm trying to explain why we're upset."
"And I'm just pointing out that your stance on this appears to be very arbitrary," I replied. "Surely something as difficult to define as love must deserve some leeway."
"She's old enough to be your mother," Mom retorted, tiredly. "That's a lot of leeway."
"Yes, but she's not my mother," I countered. "You're my mother. This world is full of women who are not my mother. I only love one of them."
There was another pause, this one longer and more intense. At last, she spoke.
"You really do love her, don't you?" she asked, softly. "This is not just sex. You've given this some thought? What are you going to feel in ten years, or twenty?"
"You don't really expect me to answer that, do you?" I scoffed. "Can you answer those questions? Can anyone? How can anyone know what ten or twenty years will do to their feelings? All we can say for sure is how we feel right now, and I know that I love her, and I'm committed to her. We've talked about this. We know there will be changes, and we'll deal with them as they come."
"In twenty years, Mrs. Castellanos will be an old woman. I wonder if you'll be so interested in her body when those breasts are hanging down to her knees," Mom sneered.
"Mom? Really? Meow!" I laughed.
"That was a little catty, wasn't it?" she giggled, and hung her head. "Honey, I hope you know that I'm not saying I don't trust you."
"Just my judgement," I continued.
"This is a big change for me," she explained. "It seems like just yesterday I was changing your diapers, and now, you're having sex with a woman who could be my sister."
"Your slightly older sister, actually," I jabbed.
"Oh god!" she moaned, resting her head in her hands in exasperation. "I'm not going to win this, am I?"
"It's not a contest, but I don't suppose you will get the result I know you want," I said, rubbing her back. "I'm not going to change my mind about Brosie. If you want me to be a part of your life, you're going to have to accept that. The heart wants..."
"... What the heart wants," she completed the cliché. "Yeah, I've heard that. I might have even said it, myself. I'm not sure acceptance is going to happen, but I think I can learn to live with it. I also think I owe you an apology."
"No, you don't. I know your motives are pure," I smiled, "but you might want to apologize to Brosie. You were pretty hard on her. Your words hurt."
"I know. I didn't mean to," Mom acknowledged.
"Yes, you did," I corrected. "Those were angry words, meant to injure. I know you wouldn't normally do that. I know it was just an emotional response, but that doesn't excuse them."
Mom looked at me, examining me closer.
"Maybe you have grown up, more than I thought," she smiled weakly. "That's a very mature observation."
"You taught me well," I nodded.
Before Mom could say anything further, the front door opened, and in walked both Castellanos women, giggling amongst themselves. The laughter stopped when they saw my mother sitting on the couch beside me.
"Hi, honey," I chirped, smiling at my brunette bombshell.
"Darling," she returned, her eyes sparkling. Those eyes took in my mother's presence without changing expression.
"Get anything for me?" I asked, halfway across the room, on my way into her arms.
"Absolutely," she smiled back, wagging the small pink bag at me. She put it aside, then kissed me softly. "I'll show you later. Hello, Carol."
Mom looked up at me, then stood.
"My turn to act like an adult," Mom said, and stepped over to stop in front of us. "Ambrosia... Henry and I have been talking. He's helped me see that I owe you an apology. While I may have difficulty with this situation, Henry is an adult, and can make his own choices. My behaviour has been inexcusable, and I hope you'll accept my sincere regret for my insult. I was upset, and lashed out... "
Mom's apology was cut short when Brosie wrapped her in a warm hug. It took a few seconds for Mom to reciprocate, and the two women held each other in silence that said more than a thousand words could convey.
"I'm sorry," Mom sniffed, feeling the emotions well up.
"I know, and I understand," Brosie said softly. "Thank you."
"You'll take good care of my baby?" Mom whispered.
"Always," Brosie replied. "We'll take good care of each other."
Again, they hugged, and Brosie said something that I didn't hear. Mom nodded, and the two of them walked slowly out to the pool deck.
"Hank? Could you bring us both something cool to drink," Brosie asked me, quietly. "Your mother and I are going to talk for a few minutes."
"Sure," I nodded, and peeled off into the kitchen. By the time I made it out to the pool, Mom and Brosie were deep in conversation, and it was surprisingly civil, given the last time they spoke.
"Here you go," I smiled, placing the tray on the table where they were sitting, under the sun umbrella. "Iced tea for two, and I brought you some upgrades, if you wish to make them a bit stronger. You've got some gin, vodka and rum."
"My goodness!" Brosie laughed. "Such initiative! The service at this bar is so good, and the servers are so cute. I won't forget this, when it's tip time!"
Mom laughed, a bit uneasy at the innuendo being offered by my lover. Still, she wasn't angry, and I left the two of them to their conversation. When I reached the house, I turned, and saw Brosie adding some rum to her drink, then Mom's as well.
I don't want to give the impression that I was standing at the window, watching them while they talked, but curiosity and concern had me checking on them frequently. I was happy to see them talking freely, and ecstatic to see smiles on both their faces. It would seem that Mom was honest in her apology, and beginning to find acceptance in her heart.
After the better part of an hour, I stepped out onto the deck again, and Brosie saw me. She smiled.
"Woo hoo? Waiter?" Brosie giggled, fluttering her fingertips at me. She also blew me a flirty kiss. "We'd like some more, please."
"Yes. More," Mom snickered.
"Of course, Madame," I laughed, playing along. Their glasses were empty, on the table, beside the empty pitcher. On the tray sat three empty bottles. I did the math in my head.
Holy shit! They're wasted?! All the booze is gone, along with the iced tea.
I had noticed that every time I saw them, they were topping up their drinks from the bottles first, and the pitcher second. I imagine the drinks just kept getting stronger and stronger, until they were both blitzed.
When I returned with more tea, Mom spoke up.
"Hey, waiter, where's the rum?" she slurred.
"I think you've both had enough rum for today," I laughed, wagging a finger at them.
"Great. Nowhe makes a responsible judgement!" Mom replied, shrugging her shoulders.
"Hey! I thought we had an agreement?" Brosie said, pouting her pretty lips.
"Oh, yes, of course we do," Mom nodded, patting Brosie's knee. "I was just making an observation. You know... I don't usually imagine my son having sex... It's just not something a mother does."
"Agreed," Brosie smiled. "I have a hard time thinking about Marina with guys."
"Yes, thanks for reminding me that Sharon is sexually active as well," Mom sighed. "My children aren't children anymore."
"No, they're not," Brosie purred. "This wonderful, strong young man is definitely not a little boy, anymore."
"If you're going to say things like that, Ambrosia," Mom added, "I'm going to need more alcohol. I'm pretty sure I'm not drunk enough to handle it."
"Maybe not," I stepped in, "but you're certainly too drunk to drive. Come on, Mom. I'll take you home, before things get out of hand."
"If you take her home, how will you get back?" Brosie asked. She was at least as intoxicated as my Mother. "You have to come back. I've got new lingerie to show you, and it doesn't cover much. You don't want me to catch a cold, do you? I'll need you to keep me warm."
"I'll talk to Marina, and ask her to pick me up," I suggested.
"Hmmmm," she giggled, standing unsteadily. "Yes. That would be better. I can't possibly drive."
"Just go put on that lingerie, and wait for me in the bedroom," I smiled. "I'll be back before you know it."
***
It had taken a few minutes to get Mom into the car. Now, we were almost halfway to her home, and she still hadn't said anything.
"You're being awfully quiet," I said, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. "I usually have a hard time getting a word in edgewise."
"There's really nothing more to say," Mom replied, softly. "I'm sorry. I know that we hurt you, and I know we hurt Ambrosia. I can see now that you care about her, and if we care about you, we should accept that."
"I appreciate that," I smiled. "I also appreciate that you apologized to Brosie. It means a lot that you took responsibility for what you said."
"I apologize for what we both said," she added, touching my shoulder.
"Mom, I know you and Dad speak for each other in most things," I shook my head, "but in this case, I think he needs to take ownership of his own insulting words. This is one time you can really only speak for yourself."
"I suppose you're right," she nodded. "I'll talk to your Father, and see if I can get through to him, but you know he's pretty stubborn. It may take a while. I can't make any promises."
"I wouldn't expect you to," I allowed. "All you can do is try. The rest is up to him."
***
"You know, I still find this whole thing more than a little weird," Marina said.
She had picked me up about two minutes after I helped Mom through the door, just long enough for my Father to glare out the living room window at me. I waved to him as I got into the passenger seat of Marina's car.
"I think I'm going to regret asking this," I laughed, "but what do you mean by weird?" I know it was a stupid question, but I felt like talking.
"You mean besides the obvious? The part where you're younger than me, but sleeping with my Mother?" she gestured.
"Yes," I smiled. "Besides that part."
"Well, other than that," she giggled, "it's perfectly normal. Nothing unusual at all. But, there is one thing I thought you should know."
"What's that?" I asked, suddenly interested.
"Despite the unorthodox way I found out about you and my Mother," she explained, referencing our nude dancing party in the kitchen, "I find myself liking you. You make my Mother happy. She deserves to be happy."
"Thanks, Marina," I nodded, but couldn't resist getting a shot in. "Maybe sometime, your Mother and me can join you and your boyfriend, on a date?" I suggested, in jest.
"Um, thanks, but no," she replied. "That would bring the weird to new heights."
We arrived at home, and parked in the driveway. We were both still joking and laughing when we walked in the front door.
"Oh, thank goodness!" Brosie called down from her position overlooking the living room. "I was beginning to get worried. Are you coming to bed, honey?"
She was wearing... well, it was a dress, of sorts, and she was right when she said it didn't cover much. Red, it was a lattice of lace panels, and skin tight. The panels that were a tighter, but still see through, weave, were bordered and connected by areas of interwoven, wide open bands. One of those open panels ran from her navel upwards, widening as it passed over the fabulous curves of her breasts. I could see her areolas through the weave, and up what passed for her skirt.
I glanced at Marina, who was gawking, as open-mouthed as I was.
"Well?" Marina said softly. "Nothing unusual about that, right?"
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