0 comments/ 43774 views/ 3 favorites So How Was Your Vacation? Ch. 1 By: Whiff666 It was a strange kind of vacation. With the damn GM presentation two days after I got back, my whole focus was on my laptop, trying to hone not only my introduction, but my people's segments as well. They were a lot more creative than organized, so it was time's like these that I really earned my admittedly preposterous salary. The choice of date had been the client's, and my effort to subtly get them to change it had not worked. So here I was, sitting under an umbrella beside a lovely swimming pool, a gorgeous white sand beach not fifty yards away, nearly naked women parading around, working. Life can be unfair, here on the fast track. I mean, that's my excuse for not seeing it coming. I'd type a couple of paragraphs, sit back, flash the product detail onto the screen, stare at it a while, then close my eyes to see if it seemed to fit, to work in the whole scheme of things. The second day, I opened my eyes around three in the afternoon, and here's this teenaged blonde sitting there. "Hi there" she said brightly, grinning at the surprise on my face, I suppose. Well, sitting there isn't quite accurate. She had her chair turned so she could prop her legs up on the chair next to her, so her whole body was stretched out. Her bikini was as skimpy as they come. Perhaps I should give you an idea about my life. I was alone because my wife of twelve years had given up on getting much attention from me, refusing to continue competing with the Advertising business. We had always taken skiing vacations, it never made sense to either of us to go from LA to a tropical climate. But, after the divorce, I wanted to change things, so here I was in Fiji, having made the reservations three months before we even heard from the Hardware division of the largest advertiser in the free world. It's not like I was sitting there with a constant hardon. I had settled quickly into a bachelor life, and there was no shortage of blonde, willing babes. Somehow, I favored girls with different color hair than my wife's, but she fouled me up by going platinum the very month the divorce was final. The funny thing is, we kept sleeping together. I know that sounds unusual, but that was never the area that caused us problems. So I got laid regularly. No, what it was was all that skin. As I say, it had been a while since I did a tropical vacation, and at home I rarely came anywhere near a swimming pool, or the beach. Here were all these great looking women, bouncing around in hardly anything, some well tanned, some with very white skin, some with suits that didn't go with their tans. There was something strangely sexy about that. So I was looking, I mean watching all this skin, but not really salivating, or chasing. Besides, I had to be on top of this presentation. So anyway, here sits this blonde, not more a few years older than my daughter. But built very differently. Very differently. Stretched out between the chairs the way she was, her really fat tits leaned to the side, and her stomach was almost concave. It was a pose an older woman would never have gotten into, not only because it would have been uncomfortable, but also because you had to be eighteen to get away with it. Her face was very pretty, a little turned up nose, very full lips, big eyes. She was a big girl, and hadn't quite shed all her baby fat as she grew, but still, the overall effect was very provocative. So of course I got a hardon. The little minx stared at my crotch when the old johnson popped up, and her grin got wider. "You look awfully lonely, sitting here. Don't you want to swim or something?" My mind, whirled, just for a second, you know the way it does when you're surprised, and then I got control of myself. I go into great detail about this because it's important for the rest of this story, which is bizarre. Her first impression was that I was really impressed with her, while the truth was that her surprise display of an admittedly voluptuous body had given me an instant charge, but I'm way too old to believe in even lust at first sight. I answered, "Well, hi. You're an awfully pretty girl. Are you staying in the hotel?" I wasn't going to adjust my cock with her watching, so I didn't move, and it fell sideways to a less obvious position. Her eyes came up to mine, and she said "Yes, Mama and I are up on the third floor. Isn't this a neat place? It's so green. The beach is nice. Are you just gonna sit here as long as you stay? I mean, that seems kind of silly. Last night, you weren't in the disco, or out on the patio after dinner. I guess you're working, huh?" I was halfway through my answer before I realized it was probably a mistake to keep going this direction. "Yes, I have to give an important presentation the day after I get back, and it's my job to be sure it goes well. Not only my part, but my subordinates too. I agree it isn't what I had in mind, but, well, stuff happens." Thinking that might have sounded like an apology, I tried to recoup. "Why waste your time here in paradise with an old geezer who has his nose to the grindstone?" She smiled brightly, but there was a look in her eye. As she spoke, I realized what it was. Puppy love. I remember thinking "Oh shit." "I love older men," she breathed, in a teenager's voice when they try to be sexy. I shut my eyes, on the theory I might be able to think more clearly. As I was trying to formulate an answer, I heard the chair squeak. When I opened my eyes, she was standing there, very near me, one of those boobs far enough out of it's cup to show me a full, pink nipple, surrounded by a pale untanned triangle, holding our her hand. "My name's Tricia Harwood." I tried to rise, hit my head on the damn umbrella, shifted out into the sun, which was right in my eyes, squinted, and took her hand. "Umm, Brad Dexter. Nice to meet you." She giggled as I edged back down into the shade, rubbing my head. "Sorry. Maybe I'll see you later. Hope so. You're awfully cute." As she vamped away, making an obvious effort to swing her practically naked ass, fussing with her top, I supposed to get the tit back in, I thought "Cute?" I'm approaching forty, for god's sake, consider myself handsome, in a patrician sort of way, and six foot two. Cute? Then I cursed myself for letting a little girl shake me up so. I kept telling myself that I'd have handled it better if I hadn't been concentrating on my work. But, all that being said, it was no big deal. I didn't think. It took me a couple of minutes to get back into the media analysis, which was what I was working on, and I started in again. I noticed the slight darkening of seven o'clock no more than a few minutes later, it seemed. I'm that way, time whizzes when I'm concentrating. I was at a good point to stop, so I slowly awakened to my surroundings as the machine shut down. Music was drifting down from the patio half a level above the now nearly deserted pool. It looked jammed, up there, halfway through cocktail hour. There were two sittings for dinner, 6:30 and 8:00. I had gone to the early sitting the night before, trying to get a little more done after eating, but with a couple of belts, and the wine they served with the meal, it didn't work. So I wasn't concerned, figured I'd eat at eight. Which would have worked, after I had gotten a good stiff scotch in a traveler from the pool bar and showered, putting on a nice pair of linen pants, and short sleeved golf shirt, except there wasn't a spare table in the whole goddamn dining room. So I was standing there arguing with the headwaiter about getting served outside, when here comes Tricia. "Hi, Brad. Why don't you come sit with us? There's two spots." That killed my negotiating position, and the guy raised his eyebrows to me. Of course, it made sense, except that I was instantly nervous about encouraging this hot little teen. She hung on to my arm as she led me around the place, and I flushed when a couple of people expressed subtle disapproval. You know, a raised eyebrow, a small smirk. I was thinking it might have been better just to get room service when Tricia said, "Brad, this is my mum, Janet." The beautiful auburn haired woman sitting there smoking a cigarette, eyeing me with appropriate skepticism, extending her hand, blew me away. One of those moments when the breath snaps out of you, you feel your face blush hard, and tingling threatens your whole body. As I took her hand, I stammered "Uh, hi, uh, Janet. Look, umm, sorry to, y'know, intrude, uh, on you and your daughter. It, it's very nice to meet you." She laughed at my consternation, a lovely, low pitched, throaty chuckle. Her arm reaching up to me flashed the flesh of a full, right tit at me, and I realized where her daughter got hers from. As I sat down, she held my eyes. See, she was thinking I was a lecher after her daughter. I could see that. Tricia was trying to get me talking, while Janet and I stared at each other. She told me later she was thinking "Geez, this guy doesn't look like a cradle robber." Look, life's like that. You get yourself into these impossible situations. I'd always been pretty good about thinking on my feet, and I thought I helped myself with the next move. I buried my face in one hand, groaning. Trying to show I was thinking, uncomfortable. The explosion of interest I had felt for Janet changed my thinking about Tricia from an easy little problem in gently getting her calmed down to a potential disaster. Putting my head down gave me time to think. After a few moments, hoping my timing was good, I lifted my head, and looked at Tricia. I whispered, "You know, honey, your mum's younger that I am. But I can see where you got your looks" My thinking here was that this showed that I was an adult, and an inappropriate target for her, but also let Janet know I thought she was a fox. Well, so much for that thinking. Tricia's face scrinched up, the way youngsters do, and she leaped from her chair and tore out of the room. I gaped at her, and thought I had blown it, until I looked back at Janet. She had a little smile. She chuckled, then whispered "Get out much, Brad? Gee, you handled that well." Then she laughed out loud, trying to show the room, and me, that she wasn't shook up by her daughter's show. After everyone resumed their normal conversation, Janet said "She's a goddamn ball of raging hormones waiting to explode these days. This isn't the first time she's made a scene like this. I think her Dad's splitting has her shook, and no matter how often I tell her I threw the bastard out, she still thinks it was her fault." She'd been kind of looking down at her cigarette the whole time, and finally looked up. "She told me she met you at the pool. I knew she was all hyped up. Then when she saw you tonight, she didn't even ask me. She doesn't think, y'know. I must say, her taste is improving." I remember that evening as being magical. When we got past the way we met, we chatted amicably about out lives, giggled about the problems my daughter might have, a sample of which I had just experienced, and really enjoyed each other. We both drank a lot, that nice soft white wine they serve. The first time she got up so we could dance, I saw her full body, in a tight, red silk sari kind of thing that just went to mid thigh, gorgeous legs in these matching high heels that brought her within a couple of inches of my height. By that time, I felt I knew her well enough to ogle her. She looked quickly around, then back at me, did a little bump with her hips, and leered. As she floated into my arms, she whispered "Like what you see, Brad?" I breathed back, "Janet, you really are getting to me, y'know. I mean, feel this?" I shifted slightly as we moved, and let her feel my now stiff cock. I heard that chuckle of hers again. She held me pressed against her that way, and gurgled into my ear "Damn, I shouldn't make fun of my little girl. I've always been susceptible to a handsome man too. A nice, gentlemanly, intelligent, handsome man. Who's poking me in the stomach with something. Mmmmm." I felt her lips touching right by my ear. When my dong pulsed against her tummy, she chuckled again. Christ, I love that chuckle. After one more dance, during which she would run her tongue lightly into my ear, and my hand started edging down to her butt, she leaned back and breathed, "I'm no wallflower, Brad. I'm OV, hot for your bod, and I hope you don't think I do this all the time, but that isn't gonna stop me. Let's go check on Tricia, then go to your room." I, of course, played coy by almost running to the elevator, pulling her along as we both laughed. When something is too good to be true, watch out. Things have a way of going from great to catastrophe. And this did. So, Janet and I are damn near tripping, and she's now pulling me toward her room. We turn a corner as she's fumbling with her purse, trying to find the room key, when she sucks in a breath. Looking down the hall, I see one door ajar, and hear squealing. Janet starts running full out, with me trailing behind. We tumble in to find Tricia flat on her back on one of the double beds, naked, and this big Polynesian between her legs, wrestling as he obviously tries to fuck her. Janet lets out a scream, and I throw myself at this guy, not realizing how big the son of a bitch is. I weigh almost two hundred pounds, and am in pretty good shape, but I just bounce off this guy, though he goes "Oof" when my shoulder catches him in the ribs. I sprawl down by the bed, seeing stars, and Janet is on this guys back. She's still screaming. I reach back and grab the lamp off the table, stagger to my feet, and raise it up. He looks up at me, shakes his head, grunts as he tosses Janet sideways to the bed, and yells "Hey, brudda, little 'ho wanted it. Don' do dat. Fuckin' thing bust mah head, no, no brudda." He's sidling toward the door as he's saying it, pulling up his shorts. I'm frozen there, my head buzzing, adrenaline raging through me, gasping. Janet has shut up. The guy slams the door behind him. The three of us are suddenly alone, Janet and I breathing like racehorses, Tricia kind of snuffling. Janet looks at me, then down at her daughter. "Jesus Christ, Tricia. What the hell's wrong with you? I mean, if you wanna get laid, do it. Goddamn it. You might've gotten us all killed, or that boy hurt, or....who knows. I mean goddamn it." Tricia starts to bawl. Her mother's eyes soften, and she falls down beside her daughter, hugging to her, starting to cry herself. "Oh darling, come on, what's wrong? I give you the damn pill. You know I won't raise hell if you lose your cherry. Boy, that asshole fucked you up good, didn't he?" I knew from the previous conversation that last was a reference to her ex. Look, here's the picture. I'm standing there with the lamp in my hand, down at my side. This gorgeous woman that a couple of minutes ago was destined to give me a night to remember was stretched out on the bed, hugging this naked blonde whose big tits were wiggling as she sobbed. Janet's skirt was up to her waist, these pink thong panties showing a little shadow of dark pubic hair. Tricia's pussy's red as a beet. I'll tell you the truth. I got hard. Tricia began whining, "I just wanted to neck, Momma. I mean, he was nice, and he loved my t..tits." Her eyes jumped up to me, then away. "I thought, oh I don'no, he'd... Oh, I guess I didn't think." They were both starting to calm down. As I replaced the lamp on the side table, I noticed a bottle of tequila, half full. I got the bright idea that we all needed a drink. I went in to the bathroom, got three glasses, and took the ice bucket. I went out the door, leaving it ajar, mumbling, "Be right back, get some ice." When I got back, they were both sitting cross legged, on the bed, looking sheepish, but talking. I made us each a drink, straight tequila. I had obviously missed something, as I heard Janet saying "But dear, we all have to go through it, unless you go to a doctor. I suppose we could.." Tricia cut her off. "That's not it, Mum. I get scared. At the last minute. Milo, he was so big. And when I told him to stop, y'know, just to slow him down, he kind of got mad. I didn't want him to stop, just...like, be gentle." Janet had an exasperated look on her face. By now, I was sitting in a chair, kind of mellow, feeling the tequila in my stomach, feeling sorry for myself because it didn't look like I'd get laid tonight. Tricia was still snuffling, but seemed to have a death grip on her mother's hand. Janet took a big gulp of her drink, then looked at me and said "Get her nightgown, would you Brad. The white one in the closet." I took the little shortie, wondering, why bother? There was a black, loose thing hanging beside it, and picturing Janet in it made me hard again. When I handed it to her, Janet noticed, looked up at me, and kind of raised her eyebrows, with a wan smile on her face. When she shrugged, I got the idea. I said "Well, good night ladies. Thanks for....an unusual evening." To Be Continued... So How Was Your Vacation? Ch. 2 Surprisingly, I got a good nights sleep. It wasn't that late, the booze made it easy to go under, and I slept the whole night through. I must say, the hardon I woke up with took an inordinately long time to go down so I could empty my bladder. I kept seeing Janet bump at me in the dining room, felt her tongue in my ear, and remembered her smell. And, In all candor, Tricia laying there with her pussy and tits jiggling also flitted through my mind. So I was sitting in the dining room, sipping coffee, wondering whether to eat, when I saw Janet come hurrying in, looking around intently. When she saw me, she headed for me with fast, long steps, making the little cover up drift away, showing this white bikini underneath that made me suck in a breath. I rose to greet her, and she came around so she could press her hips against me. We kissed each other on the cheeks, but held it. She smelled great. Then she plumped down on the chair beside mine, staring at me. "Brad, I am really sorry about last night. Maybe we should have just let Milo finish. Patricia is driving me nuts. She's got that body to die for, teases every male she gets within a hundred yards, and freaks out at the crucial time. Christ, when I was her age.... Well. Anyway, she needs to lose her goddamn cherry, that's what. Excuse my language, dear." She covered my hand as she said that last, and we both started to giggle. "Remember the look on that kid's face when you were about to belt him with the lamp? I mean, I jog every day, and he just tossed me over like I was nothing. You must think we're nuts." I was vibrating with her closeness. It's that thing. Call it love, lust, friendship, whatever. She made me laugh, she made me hard, she seemed to enjoy being with me. She was holding my eyes now, and we were both smiling, relaxed with each other, it seemed to me. I choked out, "I hope you won't let this get in our way, Janet. I certainly won't. The only thing I regret is not getting you to my room last night." I leaned closer to her. "I feel something special, Janet. I do. I mean, I feel lust too. I saw that white bikini. Wow. But that's not all, okay?" The look on her face got softer, and I saw just a hint of doe-eyed surrender. She's a tough, smart broad, but when I saw that look, I knew she felt it too. She leaned over and we kissed, it was a little uncomfortable. I started wiggling around so I could get at her better, but she pulled away. "Come on, darling. Get me a cup of coffee, then take me to your room. I'll go quietly. If you're a good boy, I'll let you have your way with me. As a matter of fact, I'll insist." Fifteen minutes later, she was throwing my sliding doors wide open, letting the humid warmth of the day blow lightly through the room. "Did I tell you last night I like your cologne, Brad? I like a man who smells good. That's not why I open the windows. We're in paradise, after all. I like the idea of making love to you in the open, with natural air around us. Do you mind?" The nice thing about a confident, mature woman is that naturalness the best of them exude. I've always been a little uptight my first time with someone, but she made it relaxed, easy. She took two steps out onto the small porch, looked around, and came back in, muttering "Shit. They can see us." She stopped right in the doorway, and let the brightly colored long shirt cover up slide from her shoulders, one leg turned in, her eyes holding mine. She spun slowly around, then with a quick movement, unhooked the top of her suit, and let it fall. I've seen my share of tits. I really have. But these were incredible. They were full, large, but not ballooned like some silicone stuffed are. They sat high on her chest, with amazingly small nipples. She slowly raised her arms over her head, a little smile on her face, showing off for me. The boobs lifted sensually as she did it, ending up looking like perfect teardrops. I started toward her. My tee shirt got lost along the way. When we embraced, the feeling of those dense but soft pillows was almost too much to take. I whispered, "You know they're spectacular, don't you Janet? I knew they were big, but.....Wow. Look, we can take our time, can't we? You don't have to be anywhere, do you?" I felt her breath in my ear as she answered "Well, I'll probably get hungry by dinnertime." Then we embraced into the most red hot, erotic, tongue filled, hip writhing kiss I've ever experienced. I honestly can't say how long it lasted, but when we broke, we both were gasping. The warmth was making me perspire a bit, and there was this fit to our bodies, a comfort, a pressure in all the right places that had me tingling wildly. As we tried to get our breath back, she licked out at my face. "Mmmm, salty. You have ten hours to stop that. Uhh, wait Brad. Wait. I want to show you something." She plopped down on the bed, and shimmied out of the thong bottom of her suit. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a triangle that perched on top of her long slit that was puffy and gorgeous as her legs squeezed together briefly. Once the suit was off, she spread her legs rather matter-of-factly, and pulled her pussy lips apart. What she showed me was a long clitoral hood, and with an index finger she pulled it upwards, revealing a clit that was better than an inch long. "My fucking ex made fun of it, Brad. He thought it was abnormal, though the doctor disagrees. I hope it doesn't turn you off, darling. I did some steroids a while back, when I was lifting a lot, and it grew." The look on my face must have made it clear that I found it sexy as hell. "Look, dear, you have to be gentle with the damn thing. I mean, it's more sensitive than most. If you suck it and lick, I'll just pop out of my skull. What works is just tease around, until you're ready, then put a little pressure on, and I'm there. I don't mind getting off several times, you know, but I thought you should know it makes me... nutty. A little different." I pushed my suit down, letting her see how hard I was. My cock is normal length, but thicker than most. Her eyes widened when she saw it, and she licked her lips. "Christ, Brad, we're a couple of deviants. Mmm, this is gonna be fun." I plopped down beside her, and we started kissing and fondling, not as intensely as before, and she started caressing my tool, humming as our mouths worked together. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow, her tits hardly sagged, really unbelievable for a gal in her mid-thirties, and she slid her leg over mine and up to my hip. Pulling my dong between her thighs, she began to writhe. I could only touch the top breast, with its stiff, taut nipple. It felt so pliable, warm, and a little damp from sweat. There was a smell starting to surround us, some of my cologne, her perfume, a musky hint of her pussy, and the earthy tropical odor of Fiji. We both lost ourselves, I think, at least I sure did, in the feeling of being locked together in an erotic bubble, rolling around slightly on the sheets that were still rumpled from the night before. I tried to get down to her other tit, but she kept herself pressed so firmly to me I couldn't. So I started for her cunt. Carefully avoiding her clit, I slipped a finger inside her, and twitched up where her g spot should be. She jumped, squealed, and groaned "Oh, darling that's sensitive tooooo, ohhhhhh." I felt her contracting on my finger, and almost a flood of lubrication. Her hips arched up, I felt the scratch of her small pubic patch on my abdomen, and her mouth became a twisting, powerful sucking machine as she gasped with her completion. She threw her head down on the pillow and it started twisting back and forth. Her eyes were tightly closed, and she started biting her lower lip, as her hips kept pulsating, moving my finger inside her without me doing anything. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She took a couple of minutes to calm down, and I eventually took my finger out. Then she looked up at me and smiled, that kind of cocky, happy way she has. "Now that was unusual, Brad. I don't remember ever being quite that sensitive. It's probably you darling. See what I mean? I don't need much preparation. I know you'd probably eat me down there, but if you did, I probably couldn't stop cumming. Geez, this is nice. It's been a long time since I've been this hot. You know what I want? Fuck me, Brad. Keep going, no matter what I do. I have no idea what'll happen, I might just orgasm continuously." She giggled. "Am I embarrassing you? Hope not. I'm having a great time." As I eased over between her legs, she wrapped them around my hips. I reached down and aimed the head of my tool into her wet flesh. I knew from experience I had to be a little careful at first, because I'm so thick. When I pushed gently in, her eyes widened, and in a shaky voice she muttered "Ah Brad wow, wow. That, that feels... so... SO... FUCKING GOOD." Her legs pulled me into her, getting me diving to full penetration, as she grunted. "God darling. Oh god." Then we started undulating against each other. I wasn't really thinking that clearly, but what little reason I still retained kept wondering what would happen to her. She actually lasted a couple of minutes before she began to squeal and cum again. "Ugh, yes, yes, oh damn, Brad. Ahhhhhhh." But from then on, it was as though she never stopped. Her pussy was squeezing me, in hard, uneven, varying spasms the whole time. I like to keep myself under control, taking a long time, but it seemed pointless as she went hog wild under me, twisting and grunting, sweat rolling off her face, eyes closed, alternately grinning and almost crying. I've had some good fucks in my life. Really. But never one like this. I was bucking wildly, trying to stay on top of her, gaping at her grimacing, turned on expression. You can't keep control with a woman doing that. At least I can't. I popped after about ten minutes, feeling as though I gave her a torrent of spunk. She wasn't so far gone that she didn't feel it, opened her eyes, and groaned "Oh good, darling. I need a break." It was so sweet, so hard, so lovely a cum. First an explosion, then the sense of mastery and triumph as she rolled with me. The lingering thrills of her cunt's twinges, even as I softened, and she began to slow down. When I slumped onto her, trying to keep some of my weight on my elbows, the bed still bouncing slightly, she let out a long sigh. We rolled to our sides, and my cock popped out. She squeaked "Oomph, get me a towel, would you Brad dear." When I got back from the bathroom and handed it to her, she was cupping her hand under her twat, damning up the fluid leaking out. She grinned at me, as she soaked it up with the towel. "That's mostly me, darling. Though you certainly were juicy, I can tell". Once she had the worst of it, she hurried into the bathroom, I heard water running, and when she came out, she stopped at her beach bag, and sprayed some perfume on. Then, in this thoroughly nonchalant way, she leaned down and sucked my prick into her mouth. I felt her tongue licking at it, and naturally, started to harden. When she felt that, she pulled away with a chuckle, and flopped down beside me, kissed me on the cheek, hugged to me, and said "Well, Brad, that's my deal. I mean, I'm a hot tamale once I get going. It's funny, I can go months, even a year once, then the minute a man turns me on, like you have almost from the get go, there I go again." She propped herself up on her elbow, looked down at me, and asked "Does it turn you off, lover?" I stared at her for a few moments, wondering what to say. I let my heart do it. "Janet, will you marry me?" Her eyes softened, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, and answered "Sure baby. But let's take a little while to get to know each other, okay?" She chuckled again. "Not too much time, though." I mean, that's the way she is. Not much shakes her. I logged on, emailed my as yet rough draft to the office, told them I'd be off line for the rest of the day, and dived back on the bed. To Be Continued... So How Was Your Vacation? Ch. 3 The phone rang about four. I picked it up, and immediately recognized Tricia's voice. "Uh, hi Brad?" I answered "Hi Tricia." She asked "Is my Mom there? I mean, I can't find her anywhere." I raised my eyebrow in question to Janet and she held out her hand for the phone. As Janet started talking, I staggered in to take a leak. I was happily wasted, probably fucked out, though I had thought that about an hour ago, and Janet had revealed a blow job technique so amazing I asked her again to marry me. It was either the third or fourth time I had proposed. She hadn't answered me until half an hour later, in the shower, whispering in my ear as our slippery bodies rubbed together. "Brad, if you keep doing that, asking me, pretty soon I'll start thinking you mean it." For reasons which escape me, she cried for about five minutes when I said I hoped so, because I did. When I got back into bed, she had a frown as she answered her daughter. "No, we can't change the tickets, dear. For one thing, there's a penalty, for another, the flights are all booked." There was a pause, then she said "I don't know where he is, Patricia. He was at that girl's, you know, yes, Carol's, but he said he was leaving. We can't go calling all over San Diego, dear. Did you look at the rates in that card beside the bed? It's five bucks for two minutes." Another pause. "Dear, Brad's an adult. You can't expect him..." Janet was staring at me, as she listened for a good five minutes. All I could hear was that faint chatter, as her expression became severe. Then there was a period of silence. Then, Janet said "All right dear, he and I will discuss it." She handed me the phone, waited until I hung it up, then muttered "Shit." She looked up at me, then sighed, and said, with a pissed off expression, "She wants you to take her cherry. To fuck her." What's the word? Speechless? Sure, but that's nowhere near close enough. Rocketed to the next galaxy over? Well, closer. Maybe caught in the middle of a supernova? Yeah, that's kind of the feeling. Dimly, sort of far away, I heard the woman with whom I had fallen in love during a day of the greatest, most overwhelming sex of this millenium, try to explain her daughter. "The idea is, you're just a vacation distraction to me, but she's head over heels in love with you. Even if she never sees you again, she wants you to be the one. She says it's my responsibility as a mother. Fucking hormones." Well, I can't remember everything that was said, or how we ended up with the plan. There were two calls to Tricia, at least a gallon of tears, and a giggling session during which the absurdity of the whole thing just made us crazy. We finally had dinner in her room, with Tricia, in our bathing suits, after I had to beg the front desk to get my room made up. I could tell the guy was not buying my need to be out of the sun all day, working, but he finally dispatched a maid. Tricia was happy as a clam, flirting with me, that teenage delight with getting her own way filling her with pride. She took off her bikini after the guy brought the meal, and paraded around in front of me. When Janet yelled at her, she answered that I had seen her nude the night before, and was going to fuck her tomorrow night. Janet and I sort of glowered, and weren't much fun for Tricia. She dressed and went out to the disco at nine. We ended up walking down the beach, yawning almost constantly, talking it over. "Well, at least I'll be there, Brad. Don't worry about how I'll feel, okay? If we have what we think we have, it can survive this. It isn't your damn fault. Jesus." She was a lot more confident than I was. We slept in my room, spooned together, and I had a funny dream about being a bird, diving for water, and hitting a rock. I woke up with cold sweats. It didn't seem as bad in the morning. I ate Janet out for a good ten minutes of her rocking, throbbing climaxes. Then she straddled me, and we had an absolutely incredible cum together. We kissed and cooed in the shower, grab-assing gayly, and I was getting hard when we toweled each other off. When I started for her, she chuckled and whispered "Save something for my daughter, darling. Not too much, though." Tricia pounded on the door just then. We took our time answering, and when I finally opened for her, she hugged me, then whispered over her shoulder "Don't tire him out, Mom. I mean, geez, it's my first time. I want him fresh." The whole thing was so strange it seemed unreal, and we all went down to breakfast, Janet and I eating ravenously, while Tricia munched on some toast, babbling away about a kid she'd met at the night club. As we walked down toward the beach, Janet and I looked at each other, and started laughing uncontrollably. Tricia went to the beach, we stayed by the pool, and I opened the files that had come through when I logged on before we came downstairs. The troops had made good progress, working from the format I had developed, and I was pleased with the way things were shaping up. I spent the morning working, but Janet dragged me away after lunch, to play around in the pool, and strangely, I didn't mind. My feelings about her were buzzing in my head, and as the afternoon wore on, we both started to get edgy. We started drinking daiquiris at four. Tricia had come back for lunch, and was having her hair done, and a manicure and pedicure during the afternoon, and was frisky as a colt. During our third drink, Janet blurted, "Damnit Brad, if it was anyone but you, I'd be tickled pink. Finally getting the little tramp laid. This is so weird. Look, are you okay with this? I mean, she's a sexy little thing, and she'll probably be hot once it's done. You've seen the way she flaunts it. I want you to make it nice for her, but not enjoy it too much. Fuck." I was just drunk enough. I whispered to her "Look, Janet. it's two separate things, but I won't be able to get her through it without, um, well, enjoying it some. It's stupid to wham bam the thing." Janet glared at me, then took my hand. She pulled it under the table we were sitting at, and under the thong of her white bikini. It tickled her big clitty, and she relaxed, smiled, then tensed up and climaxed, right there. Her hand urged mine on the whole time. When she came down, she breathed "I'm a little confused, Brad. I don't want to lose you. I'm going up to shower and change. See you at seven." She was wiping her eyes as she left me. Just before lunch, I had gone by the main desk and arranged to have any bills either woman ran up at the beauty shop or the several shops in the lobby charged to me. I'm not sure why, it seemed like a good idea at the time, an effort to be fatherish, husbandish. When I got to my room, the message light was flashing. It turned out to be Janet, and she picked up the minute I dialed. She was more buzzed than when I had left her, and sounded excited. "You son of a bitch, why'd you do that? She bought a fucking three hundred dollar frock that makes her look like a whore. So I had to find something to compete." Then she chuckled, maybe a little higher pitched than usual. "Brad, look, this is fucked, I know, but she has some grass here, got it from that kid Milo. So I'm flying, babe. Let's have some fun with this, okay? I mean, we're committed now, can't back out, so let's not be assholes. You get to play with two hot babes tonight, and I have a picnic basket here, we're gonna do this thing down on the beach, under the stars, with god and everybody watching. Pick us up in ten minutes. Can you be ready by then?" Hot babes is the least of it. Tricia wore this yellow sarong that came off one shoulder, and she had bought it a size too small. Her right boob was falling out of the thing, the inverted v of the hem came all the way up to her abdomen, and you could see the side of her groin. These six inch heels that matched the color of the dress made her nearly as tall as her mother. Her long California hair had been gently styled so it was glossy and curled inward just over her shoulder. Janet had an opaque white mini dress on, and her tits and pussy were suggestively shadowed through it, depending on the light. She'd put her hair up, in a sophisticated, yet wild way. Her makeup was heavier than usual, and the two of them posing as I walked in through the open door took my breath away. A voluptuous blonde and a sleek, sexy brunette. I shut my eyes briefly, prayed the dream would continue, then opened them to find, by george, that it had. An elderly couple in the elevator could hardly believe it. In the lobby, as we headed out toward the beach, the guy kept looking over his shoulder at these two fantasies, and the woman was chirping angrily at him, pulling him along by the arm. I walked behind them watching their asses swing, Tricia's wobbling, Janet's swaying jauntily. They took off their shoes as we got about fifteen feet toward the surf, while the gathering dusk gave a slight impression of sunset. Tricia ran toward an outcropping of rocks near the end of the hotel's property, with just a far off house on the other side. As I got beside Janet, she stopped, fumbled in her bag, pulled out a reefer, lit it, and passed it to me. "We're already lit, babe. You go ahead." We turned the edge of the rocks to find Tricia standing there waiting for us. The instant she saw us, she giggled, started to sway her hips, closed her eyes, and slipped out of the dress. Janet mumbled "Little slut" and pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. "Unzip me, will you darling" she breathed to me. The dress slipped downward and revealed her completely bare body to the soft evening light. The grass started to hit me, as I watched Janet spread two big beach towels out, and Tricia came to me and started pulling at my shirt. She was still giggling, and couldn't manage the buttons, but she could hump at my thigh with her naked groin. Suddenly, Janet was behind her daughter, one hand cupping a full breast, while the other expertly loosened my buttons. She finished, put both hands over the blonde's tits, and whispered "You do it, Brad. I told you, I'm gonna have some fun too." My mind was slowly fuzzing up as she dragged Tricia to the blankets, lay down on her back, and pulled the thick blonde hair into her twat. The girl never missed a beat, and I could see her mouth working as I pushed off my pants. Janet was groaning. Tricia was on her hands and knees, so I lay down on my back and wiggled my head under her hips. Her cunt was drooling, and I reached up and spread the outer lips. She didn't have her mother's clit, so I started eating away, tongue moving downwards from her damp hole to her button. Her hips jumped, I heard a groan, and sensed an increase in her pussy's wetness. That didn't last long. Janet started grunting, and I felt Tricia getting bumped around. Suddenly, as her mother let out a low, long moan, Tricia said "Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong?" I wiggled out from under and got on my knees in time to see Tricia with a look of panic on her face, and Janet snarling "Don't stop, goddamnit", grabbing for her daughter's head. Just before I buried my face in Janet's undulating pussy, I gulped "She's getting off, honey." I went ahead and sucked on that big clitty, drawing a loud, wanton moan from my brunette. Her daughter lay down and started kissing the lovely, open mouthed face, muttering "Geez, that was fast. Do you do that all the time, Mom? Doris, she take hours, sometimes." Janet likes about ten minutes of that, and I kept at it until I felt her tire, you can tell by the less frantic jumps in her hips. Then I, too, crawled up to lie beside her, licking her damp face. After a minute, she looked at me, gave me a peck on the mouth, and whispered "Thanks, darling. Now go ahead, do it." My thinking, if you can call what I was doing thinking, was to get the hard part over quickly. Tricia was staring at me, her hand down in her twat. She lunged over toward me, muttering "Yeah, yeah, c'mon Brad." I grabbed her shoulders, twisted her on to her back at Janet's feet, and dove into her pussy. I licked ferociously for just a moment, making sure it was wet, then pulled up, grabbed one of the stoniest woodies I've ever had, and began to probe the teen's labial folds. Her eyes widened, then fluttered, then closed. I pushed a little, feeling her open up. As she groaned, I pushed a little further. The only cherry I'd ever taken was Mary Jo Clooney, a chubby freshman during my sophomore year in high school. What I recalled was that she really complained when I broke her hymen, but after five minutes got into it, and was a most satisfactory piece of ass. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I thought as I encountered the resistance about two inches in. I pushed gently, I thought, heard Tricia squeal, felt her hips jump, and the damn thing broke through. It hadn't put up much of a fight. She kind of collapsed, breathing hard, and I stopped, but her hips were still moving, and I kept penetrating. In no more than two minutes, she opened her eyes, you could just see the admiration mixed with pleasure, and said "Shit, that wasn't so bad. Mmmm. You're so cute, Brad. I'm so glad it's you." There it was. Cute again. My marijuana fogged brain took umbrage, and I began to fuck the little bitch harder than I had intended, but she just smiled, humped back, and pulled me down on top of her. Her tits flattened a bit more than her mother's, but I was lost in her nubile, twisting body. After a few moments I calmed down, and started making sure I rubbed her clitty as I thrust into her. Dimly, I heard Janet's voice murmuring "God that's hot." Well, look. Maybe five or six drinks over the last three hours, a rather potent toke of hash, and my first threesome. The minute I felt Tricia start to cum, I let go. It was a nice nut, that sort of drug induced length to it, but nothing special. Nothing special. I was very aware of Janet kneeling there. But Tricia went nuts. She twisted and jumped wildly as her orgasm hit. "Oh god, that's soooo great, Brad, Daddy, Daddy." She kept on for a good two minutes, as I knelt there, still embedded in her, with Janet's arm around me, pressing her head to mine. As the undulating blonde began relaxing, her mother whispered to me "See, I told you, hot little cunt. Christ." We all ran down into the warm surf, giggling and screaming, various loose body parts bouncing around lasciviously. The makeup had smeared on both their faces, and they washed it off. I must say, they both still looked great. It's sexy as hell, moonlight on hot bare skin that's wet. We all rolled around in the water, high as kites, giggling and laughing. Suddenly, Tricia jumped away, ran up toward the beach, dried herself off, and pulled on the yellow thing. She pumped back toward the hotel, carrying her shoes, and yelled, "Thanks, Brad, Mom. I'm gonna go find Milo." Janet and I were just lying there in the surf, staring, and when we heard her daughter kiss us off, we looked at each other, fell together and began laughing crazily. I think we both thought she'd want to stay with us. We laughed uncontrollably for five minutes, easy, then, gasping still, Janet choked out, "See, fucking raging hormones on a spoiled brat. You can see her goddamn pussy in that dress. What's a mother to do?" That caused us another laughing fit. We had a really hot night. She said she wanted me to do her ass, and I had to admit I'd never done that before. She said it made it last longer for her that way, which it did. She'd even packed some KY jelly in with the picnic. We marched bravely through the lobby at about midnight, looking like we'd slept on the beach. Which we sort of had. When we got into the elevator, alone thank god, we giggled all the way to my room. I think I asked her to marry me twice before we fell asleep. Just before we dozed off, she whispered "Yes, darling." Epilogue Funny how things work out. Our marriage only lasted three years and change. We never did the threesome thing with Tricia again, though one of the reasons for the divorce was that I slept with Tricia one night when she was home from College. She was feeling homesick, and seemed to me to need consoling. Dumb move. Janet was really pissed. Janet didn't like the way my job dominated my time any better than my first wife. And she was a lot more independent anyway. We still love each other, I think, and sleep together regularly. But living together just didn't work. I gave her a nice settlement. Tricia comes over to my apartment every once in a while, but she just likes to dredge up memories. At least I think that's all it is. She's turned into a real looker, and her boobs firmed up like her mother's. Talking about a movie career. I introduced her to a buddy of mine who's an agent. Also a good source of dates. Oh, and by the way, we didn't get the GM contract.