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In Step Ch. 01

By: RonCabo



(Author's Note: I think it's safe to say most of us come to Literotica for the sex; some stories are short and give it to us quick and dirty, others are longer and take time to build. Some are poorly written, but we read them anyway; others are very well worded and we lose ourselves in the enjoyment of them. If you've read any of my other stories, you know that I use a lot of dialogue to tell the story. After all, that is primarily how we communicate with one another. In Step is no different, except that the sex doesn't come quite as soon. So, I ask your patience in waiting for it, and hopefully, when you get there, it will be satisfying. With any luck, you will find the dialogue just as enticing.)



"You in a hurry to go home?" George asked his son as they left the movie theater.

"Yeah, I have so much to do," Mark replied, flippantly.

George glanced at his son, and then back to the road. He realized Mark had a smirk on his face so he looked again. "You're being facetious."

"Yeah, Dad, I am."

"I'm sorry, son, I—"

"Dad, I'm eighteen years old. You don't have to baby-sit me or make sure I always have things to do."

George merely nodded. Life hadn't been easy for the two in the last year since George's wife, Mark's mother, died from cancer. The issue wasn't their relationship; they got along very well. It was coping with her death. She had been the center of their small family, the glue that held them together. She had done everything for her two guys. So, not only had they struggled to learn to do things for themselves, but they also had to do without her beauty, warmth and spirit. Therefore, Mark's tongue-in-cheek remark—which accurately implied the opposite of what he actually said—was, in fact, self-imposed. The passing of the only woman in their lives left them with little desire to do anything.

So, naturally, it prompted Mark to ask: "What else do you want to do?"

"It's a beautiful day. I thought it might be nice to take a ride along the lakefront," George suggested. "We can drool over the sailboats we would like to own."

"Yeah, that'd be fun."

The fact was, since they did so little outside of the house, when one of them suggested an activity, such as the movie and now the drive, the other rarely disagreed. It was their unspoken method of filling the void for one another.

His dad had been right, Mark thought as they turned onto Lakeshore Drive, it was an incredibly day, warm, but not scorching, yet enough that the women he saw were scantily clad: short shorts and skirts, tank tops. "Good call, dad. The scenery out here is great."

George had an idea what his son was referring to. The boy had just turned eighteen and he was certain Mark's hormones had also kicked into high gear. And it was about time. Neither father nor son had had much interest in the fairer sex since their loss.

"Damn, look at those two!"

"What?" George asked, slowing the car.

Mark hadn't realized he had made the observation aloud. "Uh, uh—"

"You talking about those two women?" 

"Uh, uh . . . yeah," Mark admitted. "Sorry, dad."

"Sorry? Why?"

"Uh, well, you know . . . mom and all."

"Mark," George said softly, "it's been over a year. She would want you to get on with your life."

Mark turned to his dad. "I think she'd want you to, also."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Then why don't we stop and say hello to those lovely ladies?"

"What?" Mark couldn't believe his ears.

With a grin, George explained, "I know that woman. Her name is Donna. She works at the same company as me. She's in accounting." He pulled into a parking space.

"She doesn't look like an accountant to me."

"Well, looks can be deceiving."

"Who's the other gorgeous creature?"

"I think she has a daughter your age. Must be her."

"Wow."

The two females saw father and son approaching. Donna came up to greet them, recognizing George instantly. The obviously younger girl took a seat on a nearby bench.

"George, hi."

"Hello, Donna," George said enthusiastically. "What are you guys doing?"

"It was such a beautiful day, we decided to come out and enjoy it."

Mark was too busy trying to unobtrusively eye up Donna to notice the coincidence. She appeared to be about the same age as his mother and was just as hot in her short shorts and tank top. Her ass was nice and round and sat atop legs that were shapely and toned, but not too muscular looking. Yet her real attraction was a set of gorgeous, bulbous breasts that bubbled up out of her low cut tank top. What an incredible woman.

". . . and this is my son, Mark," George was saying.

"Nice to meet you, Mark," Donna said.

The sound of his name brought Mark back to reality, but he was speechless to do anything except nod, smile and accept her outstretched hand.

"This is my daughter," Donna said turning to the girl on the bench. "Kendall, come say hello to George and Mark."

Kendall did as asked and Mark was as smitten by her as he was her mother. Talk about like mother, like daughter, he thought. They could have been sisters. They were built almost identically, except that Kendall was a little trimmer with slightly smaller tits. Her legs looked better than her mother's, but he thought probably only because she was wearing a short blue jean skirt. Mark loved short blue jean skirts. He greeted her warmly.

She shook hands with George and Mark with a smirk, as though she knew something they did not. She then returned to her seat on the bench, Mark noticing the expanse of thigh that was revealed. That was why he loved short blue jean skirts. It made her legs all the more impressive.

"So, you guys just out enjoying the day, also?" Donna was asking George.

"Weather's just too perfect to stay inside."

"Yeah, after this week at work, I'm glad not to be stuck indoors."

"Busy?" George questioned.

"You haven't heard?" Donna asked in a tone that hinted at big news.

"Heard what?"

"About Jack?"

"Jack your new boss?"

"Not any more," Donna corrected. "Rumor has it that he ran off to Paris with Peter's wife." Peter was the owner of their company.

"Are you kidding?"

That was about all Mark could take. They were going to talk shop, which he could care less about, and over there was a gorgeous creature all alone. He moseyed over to the bench. "Mind if I sit? They're talking about work."

"No, sit."

Mark noticed she still had the smirk on her face. "Something funny?"

"Yeah. This."

Kendall had her arms folded across her front which pushed her breasts up giving him a better view, so he didn't really catch on. "What do you mean, this?"

"My mom and I have never just come out here to hang out. Have you and your dad?"

"No," Mark answered innocently, still not getting her point.

"And now, here we all are."

"Well, it is a nice day."

"Okay, well, if you stop staring at my tits for a second and think about it . . ."

Busted. Mark's eyes shot up to meet hers. And, god, what mesmerizing blue eyes they were. Still, he considered what she was saying. "So, you think this was intentional?"

"Has your dad been working overtime a lot lately?" Kendall asked, changing the subject?

Mark thought about it. "Yes. I guess he has."

"You know for sure he's been actually working?"

A shrug was Mark's only reply.

"Has he been in a particularly good mood lately?"

With a frown, he answered, "I suppose he has."

"Would you say that's normal for someone working a lot of overtime?"

"No, it's not."

"And I've noticed the same thing from my mom."

Knowing she was going somewhere with this, but not sure where, Mark allowed his eyes to drift back down to her tits and then her legs. "And I know you have a theory."

"I think they've been seeing each other after work and not really working overtime," Kendall stated flatly.

"Based on what? That we're all out here and that they seem to be in good moods despite working overtime?"

"And on my mother's similar behavior when she starts dating someone new."

"Are you saying she dates a lot of guys?"

"Not an excessive amount, but she does date. What about your dad? Does he date much?"

That just put a damper on the conversation. It also caused Mark to return his eyes to hers, and she could see the change of mood in them. "He doesn't date."

"Really? Why?"

Mark hesitated.

"I'm sorry. If it's too personal . . ."

Remembering his and his dad's conversation just before they stopped, Mark said, "No, we have to move on." Then, to her confused expression, he explained, "My mother died a year ago from cancer."

"Oh." Of all the things she was thinking, Kendall didn't see that one coming. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to pry."

"No, it's okay. We both know it's time to move on." Mark shrugged. "I guess he just figured it out before me."

"You haven't dated either?"

"Not really," he admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "A couple of school dances, not much else."

Kendall was silent. She had no idea what to say. She didn't know anyone her own age that had lost a parent.

"You and your mom get along well?"

It was Kendall's turn to frown at the turn in the conversation. "Very well. We're all each other have."

"Except for the guys she dates?"

"None of them have lasted. I don't think she's gone with anyone more than three or four months."

"Why is that?" Mark wanted to know.

"They're all assholes."

"Is that your opinion of men?"

"Until I meet one who proves me wrong."

"Wow, that's cynical. So, now, you've automatically assumed that my dad and I are assholes?"

"Well, you do keep staring at my tits."

Mark nodded. "When you got dressed this morning, did you put on clothes that would show off your legs and tits and think to yourself, gee, I hope no one looks at me?"

Rolling her eyes, Kendall countered, "No, I wanted to look nice, and I don't mind people noticing, but I don't like to be mentally undressed."

"I wasn't mentally undressing you—I hadn't got that far yet," he said with a smirk. "I was just noticing."

They both chuckled, relieving some of the tension.

"So, you're mom's a good woman? I mean, she's not a tramp, or out to hook a sugar daddy, or anything like that?"

"Absolutely not." Kendall kept her tone even instead of taking offense. "Why would you ask that?"

"Well, you said her relationships don't last long. Maybe it's her," Mark suggested. "Not the assholes."

"She's been a single woman all my life and has done a great job of raising and taking care of me. And most of all, she's always been there for me. She wouldn't hesitate for a second to cancel a date if I needed something. But aside from the frustration of men who are just interested in her incredible body, many also lose interest when they learn she has a child."

"I see," Mark said, "and I hope you'll give my dad the benefit of the doubt, because if you do, I think you'll find he's not like the others you described. And if your mom is as good as you say, then I would be happy that they might be dating. My dad needs a female companion and I think it's time he finds a good one and it sounds as though your mom could be her."

"Then I will try to give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Thank you."

Mark thought about all of this for a few seconds, and then asked, "So, why do you think they brought us together?"

"Because after my mother dates someone for three or four weeks, it becomes time for her to mention that she has a daughter. That quite often drives them away. But in this case, her having a child is not an issue because he has one also." Kendall spoke authoritatively. "So, the purpose of this outing is for you and I to meet, and my guess is they're hoping we hit it off well enough that they can not only make their relationship public, but so we can all do things together."

Mark looked at her. "You seem to have this all figured out. Although I'm not sure that we're hitting it off."

"I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt."

"You're too kind."

They were silent for a few minutes watching the waves rolling to shore.

"Hey, you want to mess with them?" Kendall asked, a devious grin on her face.

"What do you mean?"

"What if we go up to them and say we know the purpose of this gathering?"

"Okay," Mark agreed with a chuckle.

"Good. Follow my lead."

Kendall stood and walked over to the seawall where George and Donna were talking. Mark dutifully followed, thinking that Kendall was probably very good at getting what she wanted from guys. The sensual sway of her shapely ass nearly gave him an instant hard on. Add to that the creases in the back of her short blue jean skirt from sitting that caused the garment to rise higher in the rear and it was all he could do to keep his serpent from rising. Though his attention was focused on her sexy legs, he did have the presence of mind to notice that their parents abruptly stopped talking when they approached, lending credence to Kendall's theories.

George and Donna both smiled as their children approached.

"Hey, you two," Donna said as though it had been a while since they had spoken instead of the fifteen or so minutes it had been. "How's it going?"

"Well, I guess that depends," Kendall said.

Donna frowned and glanced at George then back. "Depends? On what?"

"Does this mean you guys will not be working any more unnecessary overtime?"

Mark wanted to bust out laughing as their parents's expressions turned into ones that looked as though they both ate a part of the same sour canary.

George cleared his throat nervously as Donna asked, "What does overtime have to do with anything?"

"Well, I have to admit that this was a pretty clever scheme to tell Mark and me that you two are dating."

At first, the co-workers were obviously stunned, but within seconds, Donna started laughing, and by chain reaction, George, Mark, and finally, Kendall joined in.

Donna reached out and pulled her daughter to her with a hug. "That's my girl." After the laughter died down, she added, "So, what do you think about it?"

Kendall pretended to hesitate.

Oh, shit, she's going to do it, Mark thought.

But then she said, "We'll give you the benefit of the doubt."

Mark merely rolled his eyes.

Donna raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Well, thank you. I'm glad you approve."

"Well, this was easier than I thought," George commented.

"Why did you guys think you had to go through this elaborate scheme just to tell us you were dating?" Mark asked.

The parents looked at each other and shrugged. "Just thought it might be easier," George offered.

"You didn't think we were old enough to be told straightforward?" this from Kendall.

Standing beside Kendall gave Mark a good view down her low-cut top. "That was for my benefit," he surmised. "My dad wasn't sure I was ready for him to see other women."

"Well, I . . . I, I just . . . didn't . . . I—"

"It's okay, dad, don't worry about it. It's cool. I'm happy for you."

Not to be outdone, Kendall added, "And I'm happy for you, mom."

"Well, since this is going better then we expected, does anyone feel it's too soon for us all to go out and have a nice dinner?" George asked. "Maybe one of those nice seafood places down the road?"

"I'm game," Mark quickly answered. He didn't want to let go of these two beauties just yet. "Kendall?"

"Sure, why not."

* * *

The dinner was an extremely enjoyable event—as though the four had done it a hundred times. They sat outside overlooking the water, and if the food and company wasn't grand enough they were treated to a stunning sunset over the lake. The table was rectangular instead of square, which meant they sat two and two facing each other. Interestingly, Mark and Kendall sat next to each other with Donna opposite the former and George across from the latter.

For Mark, it was perfect. He could glance left and glimpse daughter's great legs—which she wasn't too careful about covering—or look forward down the front of mother's low-cut tank top. He wondered if Kendall was stealing looks at the huge bulge in his pants.

He noticed his dad's left arm spent a lot of time in his lap, but something told Mark that it was not just proper etiquette and good manners. Son toyed with the idea of accidentally dropping a utensil so he would have to lean over under the table to retrieve it so he could see how father's hand was really occupied. Mark had no doubt that George's digits were performing a little dance on Donna's lap. As mom was constantly grinning and smiling, she was obviously enjoying the "attention."

Conversation was random, mostly getting-to-know-you topics, and more specifically, about the teens since George and Donna had been seeing each other. The only item of discomfort had been when Kendall very politely asked, "If I'm not out of line, and I mean no disrespect, but I was just curious about your wife."

"Kendall!" Donna said. "That's not any of our business."

"It's okay," George said, having removed his hand from underneath the table and patting Kendall's, which was resting next to her plate, and surprising both the young girl and his son. With a forced smile, the father noted, "This is in a sense our coming out party. We've mourned that wonderful woman for over a year, and while we still love her and miss her very much, it's time for us to move on. I know it's what she would have wanted, wouldn't you agree, Mark?"

"Absolutely," the son answered, he hoped not as eagerly as it sounded to him, and further hoped he was not thinking with his aching hard on.

"That includes," George added, "not avoiding the subject." So, he told them about his wife's two-year struggle, first with ovarian cancer that her doctors thought had been caught in time allowing her to return to her normal life, and then, a year later, a battle with breast cancer that lead to a return of the ovarian cancer. The combination of the two was a fight she could not and did not win.

Seeing the sadness in his face, which Donna comforted by hugging him, and the subdued expression marring Mark's features—not to mention the loss of his boner—Kendall became deeply apologetic. "Oh my, I'm so sorry I put a damper on our evening."

Their meals being served provided a timely interlude for everyone to regain their composure.

Finally, George broke the silence by saying, "You need not be sorry, Kendall. I actually feel much better having talked about this." He took a moment to glance westward, noticing that the sun had begun its fiery kiss of the horizon. Calling everyone's attention to it had the added benefit of changing the subject.

The evening gradually returned to its festive intent, Mark got his boner back, and all parted company looking forward to another get together soon.

* * *

"Well, what do you think?" George asked his son on the ride home.

"Wow, dad, for your first swing after being benched for a while, you really hit a home run," Mark responded enthusiastically. "Donna is really hot."

George was sporting wide grin on his face. "Thanks. But what about Kendall? She's a chip off the old block."

"She's alright," Mark answered in an unexcited tone. "Problem is, most girls who look like her are very stuck up, but I didn't get any sense of her one way or the other. On the other hand, she was sensitive in asking about mom."

"Did that bother you?"

"It kind of caught me off guard," Mark admitted. "But I thought her interest was genuine."

"You think you'd like to date her?"

"Why? Are you trying to set me up?"

"No, no, of course not. It's just that I haven't seen you show much interest in other girls for a while."

"I've had interest," Mark corrected, shaking his head. "It's just been subtle and I haven't really acted on it. But to answer your question, it would be too weird what with you dating her mother. Besides, I'm just not sure about her."


In Step Ch. 01



"You really think it would be weird?" George had not looked at it from that angle.

"I do."

After several seconds of silence, Mark asked, "So, what about you? How have long you and Donna been seeing each other?"

"I don't know; five, six weeks. We knew each other very casually from work, and then one evening at a business function we sort of had to hang out together. From the conversation we had, we realized we had a lot in common: single with a teenager, similar likes and dislikes; anyway, we decided to go out a few nights later—which was really nothing more than drinks and dinner after work—and on it went."

"You had sex yet?" Mark couldn't believed he'd asked that question after it was out, but he had been so captivated by Donna and Kendall, and as a result now, so horny, he just hadn't been thinking.

George was a little taken aback by the inquiry also. When his wife was alive, the family had been fairly open about sex, but not since. Still, he guessed it was a sign they were moving on. He wondered how he should answer. "That's a rather personal question," he remarked, for lack of anything better.

"Sorry. I don't know what possessed me to ask that."

Then George thought, what the hell, if he couldn't be honest with his own son, could he expect Mark to be honest with him? "The truth is, we have not. And it isn't because neither of us wants to. But for me, it's been a long time, and for her, she doesn't just sleep with anyone she dates; she wants to be sure this is not just a brief office fling. Part of that was wondering whether you and Kendall were going to get along."

"Makes sense," Mark agreed. "You and Donna dating would eventually involve the four of us doing things together and it wouldn't help if Kendall and I didn't get along."

"But it sounds like the jury might still be out on the two of you getting along," George noted.

"We just met, dad. Give us time. But truthfully, that may depend more on you than me. Kendall seems to have a fairly cynical view of the men her mother has dated."

"Yes, I know. Donna alerted me. Guess I'll just have to be on good behavior when I'm around her."

"Guess we both will."

* * *

Donna thought the evening had gone fairly well. She was pleased both that Kendall and Mark had taken the news well and that the two seemed to get along. However, oddly enough, Kendall was quiet during the drive home, so Donna didn't ask any questions. Maybe her daughter just needed time too process it all.

Once home, Donna decided to take a shower. She was a little horny—primarily from having George's hand in her lap, but also because things were now falling into place with him and it was time they consummate their relationship—and a shower would provide the quickest relief. But before she could attend to herself, Kendall appeared in the bathroom.

"Mom, can we talk?"

"Well, of course, we can. You know that." Donna went on with washing herself, but when Kendall didn't say anything. "You want to wait until I get out of the shower?"

"I guess."

There was a hint of worry in her daughter's voice, so Donna suggested, "Go into my room and get comfortable. I'll be there in a minute." She hadn't washed her hair, so she quickly dried herself off, put on a light, mid-thigh length robe and headed into her bedroom.

Kendall was sitting on folded legs on one end of the bed still in her skirt and tank top. In this position, her hem was nearly to her crotch and the white of her bikini panties was fully visible. Mother and daughter were not modest toward one another, often roaming the house with little to nothing on. In fact, they admired each other's body; Donna proud because Kendall had inherited her body, and the latter because she hoped she looked like the former upon reaching 40.

"So, what's on your mind?" Donna asked, propping herself against the headboard.

"I hope I didn't mess things up for you and George," Kendall began.

"Oh? Why? Because you brought up his wife?"

"No," she clarified. "I think he was okay with that. But I was rather cynical about men with Mark. I don't think I made a very good impression on him."

"I wish I could convince you to stop judging men based on my experiences. I'm not a very good benchmark." Donna was not angry with her daughter, but they'd had similar discussions previously. "I can tell you that George is not like all the others. Didn't you notice that?"

"Yes, but then I thought that maybe he was just on good behavior to make a positive first impression."

"Trust me. He's different. Do as you said, give us the benefit of the doubt."

"I will."

"So, what about Mark? He seemed nice enough."

"I guess he was. He didn't make any crude remarks. But he was constantly stealing looks at my legs and boobs."

"Honey, the way you're dressed, I was even looking at your boobs and legs. You've grown into a beautiful young lady with a good head on your shoulders."

Kendall smiled warmly at the compliment. "I had a good teacher."

"You have other concerns about George and Mark?" Donna asked steering the conversation back to Kendall's reason for this talk.

"I have no issues about them," her daughter revealed. "If George really is different I'm more concerned about us screwing up what might potentially be a perfect relationship for you. They don't know everything about us. If they did, they might not be interested anymore."

"Well, that's what the whole dating ritual is all about. It's a chance for everyone to get to know each other so they can decide how far they want to take it. There are some things that we'll have to be careful about, and if the relationship with George grows as I hope it does, there may be some things we'll have to change or at least just behave ourselves. But if we're really lucky, it'll all work out."

"We haven't been that lucky so far," Kendall reminded.

"Come here," Donna motioned.

Kendall scooted toward the head of the bed and lay on her back with her head on a pillow. Donna laid down on her side next to and facing her daughter, putting her arm around the teen and hugging. "You don't need to worry yourself about this. Like everything in life, we take it as it comes."

"I know. But it would be nice to have some stability for a change—not that you don't provide me with a stabile life—you do."

"But it would be nice not to have to go through this with a new guy every few months," Donna filled in.

"I didn't mean that, mom. It's your life; if you're comfortable with it."

Donna had been running her fingers up her daughter's arm, her palm and wrist brushing over Kendall's breast. The teen had likewise been drawing little circles and what not on her mother's forearm.

"I'm not unhappy with my life, but I would like to find a man to have a lasting relationship with."

"Well, then, if you're sure George is the one, I guess we'll just have to make sure this one lasts."

The two continued to lay there snuggled together, and without realizing it, Donna's right palm drifted tenderly across her daughter's left breast, where she caressed it and swirled her hand around it. Mother had bent her knees causing Kendall to drape her legs over Donna's thighs.

After a minute or so of this, Kendall turned her face toward her mother, their eyes engaged, and within seconds, their lips touched in the tenderest of kisses. Daughter reached up with her right hand, pressing her palm against mom's face. The two kissed with no urgency for another minute, Donna's hand sliding across her daughter's breast and then down over her abdomen.

Their lips parted, but the teen continued to pet Donna's face. The latter's hand had now reached the bottom of the other's tank top and was gently tugging it up over the waist of the blue jean skirt. As their lips met again, mom's hand found its way under the tank top, exploring her daughter's abdominal area.

Kendall rolled onto her side facing Donna never breaking their sweet kiss. As this new position directed mother's hand around to daughter's back, the digits latched onto the shoulder straps of the teen's tank top and bra, ever so slowly edging them off the shoulder. Meanwhile, Kendall's hand was toying with the hem of her mom's robe, which had worked its way up to her hips, and then the young girl's palm slid slowly up and down Donna's soft thigh.

With passion growing, Donna returned her daughter to her back, momentarily removing her lips, and then eased her tank top and bra cup down to expose most of her right breast where her lips reattached to Kendall's body, this time by sucking her nipple. A soft moan escaped the teen's throat. With her mouth busy on one breast, Donna uncovered the other, giving it the same attention. Her daughter was in heaven.

Kendall enjoyed her mother's loving for a few minutes before deciding to take this a notch higher. She sat up to remove her bra and gathered her tank top around her waist. Donna did the same causing her robe to open exposing most of her well-rounded breasts. They kissed again and daughter fondled mother's tits briefly before pushing the top of the robe down. However, mom opted to simply remove the garment altogether.

The sight of Donna's perfect boobs stirred Kendall to continue taking the initiative. She pushed the older woman down on her back, legs spread through which she could assault those magnificent breasts. She loved the way they sat up firmly without sag, her reddish nipples standing hard and tall. Her tongue lathered each one in saliva and she sucked them just like she did when she was an infant. She held each in her hands pushing them together in an attempt to lick both nipples at once but the gorgeous globes were a bit too large for that.

Her excitement ever rising, Kendall slowly started kissing and licking her way down her mother's rib cage to her abdomen, and then rimming her navel. But she was too aroused to linger there, and she anxiously moved on to the delicate flower that was starting to release its sweet nectar between her legs.

In a very short time, Donna's offspring had become quite adept at licking pussy, far better than any man she had ever had. She reveled in the feel of her daughter's pointed glossa thrashing her clit and stabbing her slit. Not wanting to come too soon, mom allowed it to go on just a few minutes before pulling Kendall back up so she could taste herself on the youth's tongue.

Now it was the elder woman's turn to be the aggressor. She got her daughter into a position to remove her skirt, top and panties before pushing her onto her back again. On all fours, she bent to share another extended kiss before blazing a trail with her lips down to her child's equally as wet snatch. The sensation of that saliva-lubricated organ spreading her vaginal lips was the most soothing, satisfying experience she had ever known. But like her mother, she only let it go on for a short time before the desire arose to taste herself on the other's lips. When they kissed again, she was not surprised that they tasted so similar.

Meanwhile, Kendall's hand sought out her mother's pussy and she inserted a finger, then two into that fiery, wet pit. Donna sat up, placing her daughter in her lap, and with the teen's fingers still working their magic in her cunt, they rocked back and forth, continuing to swap spit. In the process, the younger woman wedged her own pussy against her fist for a little enjoyment of her own. The finger fucking was really having an effect, so mom let herself fall back on the bed, arms spread, eyes closed. With the girl's tits hanging down dancing over her own, Donna allowed her orgasm to overtake her.

And so it did as every nerve and fiber of her body reacted to the unique sensation. When she was finished, she looked up at her daughter's smiling face licking the cum off of her fingers. Donna pulled Kendall's hand to her own mouth to taste herself.

Without even waiting to come completely down, the two females switched positions and it was mother's turn to pleasure daughter. The lady started again with a sensuous kiss and once more worked her way down the teen's body. Squatting before her child's hairless pussy, she likewise inserted two fingers, plunging them in and out. The look the two exchanged was pure love laced with growing lust. As her mother had, Kendall threw her head back and concentrated on receiving the delight that was coming her way.

To finish her daughter off, Donna positioned her lower body in a squatting position, their pussies touching, and leaned over the rest of the way so their mouths could meet. She then fucked her offspring by rubbing their clits together. They built up speed, and before long, the heat, moisture and friction had them both climaxing explosively in a moaning duet.

Afterward, basking in the afterglow, Kendall remarked, "Well, we haven't made a very good start at behaving ourselves."

"Uh, we're in the privacy of our own home," Donna reminded. "Only when we're in public or have guests do we have to behave."

"I know. But truthfully, there are just some things I refuse to give up. And doing this with you is one of them."

"So, what happened to all the worrying earlier?" her mother wondered.

"Isn't that why we do this? To make all our problems go away."

"Now, you don't care about George or Mark?"

Kendall shrugged and smirked, "I guess I'm good until the next time!"

Donna shook her head in amazement. "You really better pray that those two guys are as open-minded as we are."

"Or if not," Kendall added, "find a way to open their minds."



In Step Ch. 02



Kendall had idolized her mother for as long as she could remember. The woman had always been there for her, had always taken care of her, had never pawned her off on grandparents, relatives or friends, and if that wasn't enough, she was the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth.

As Kendall's own body developed, she grew more in awe of Donna's: perfectly round natural breasts and curvy ass, shapely legs all the way down to her just right feet. On top of that, her facial beauty was beyond compare: deep blue eyes, a slender nose, tender lips, natural golden hair. Even her pussy was this exquisite, delicately symmetrical flower.

Kendall knew that some people might consider her attention to her mother's body strange or unhealthy, but it was not an obsession. She chose to think of it as admiration.

What possibly kept it from being a fixation was that Donna was not prudish or modest. She walked around the house in any form of dress or undress she happened to be in when she needed to go from one place to another. And Kendall was quite casual in her observance. She didn't go out of her way to watch her mother, but neither did she avert her eyes when the elder was prancing around with nothing or next to nothing on.

Mother and daughter were also very affectionate. They hugged and kissed frequently in a familial way. As she grew older, Kendall really enjoyed their hugs, particularly when they were nude. The feel of her mom's soft body pressed against hers was comforting, but gradually, it became more than that, starting with tingly feelings, then advancing to her nipples getting hard, later followed by her pussy getting wet.

At first, she feared she was becoming a lesbian. But in that soothing manner that her mother had, she explained that Kendall might only have been aroused by the situation: skin against skin. However, what caught Kendall off guard was when Donna told her that if she did start to find herself favoring girls not to worry about it. Accept it and embrace it. It wasn't by far the worst thing in the world that could happen. To be in love was the key. It didn't really matter if the person was of the same sex or the opposite, just that love was returned as it was given. Besides, no one could make love to a woman like another woman.

"Do you still like boys?" her mother had asked.

"Yes," she answered, but she wasn't certain how honestly. Her mom's advice about embracing whatever her orientation was had hit home.

"Then maybe you'll be bisexual," Donna suggested. She started to say something more, and then halted.

"What?" Kendall prodded.

Mom took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and then finally confessed, "Every now and then, I enjoy making love with a woman."

It hit Kendall like a slap in the face. "Get out!"

Donna merely shrugged and nodded.

"You like to lick pussy?"

"I said every now and then," the older woman corrected. "But I still consider myself heterosexual."

"How did it start? How often do you do it? Whom do you do it with?" Kendall rapid-fired.

"Whoa, slow down." Donna paused for a few moments to consider how much she wanted to reveal to her daughter. But she quickly realized she had always been honest with her child and now was not the time to change. Besides, it seemed as though the teen might have some tendencies toward females. "After you were born, your father—"

"You mean, the man who fathered me," the teen restated. "He didn't stay around very long enough to become my father." It had long been a sore point for Kendall.

"Right," her mother agreed. "Anyway, as you know, he took off before you were a year old. I was very angry. Your grandmother took you for a few days so I could recover. A good friend of mine came over to console me. Our manner of dealing with it was to get drunk. One thing led to another and we ended up naked and in each other's arms. She later confessed that she was bi and that she had long wanted to make love with me. She also apologized for taking advantage of me. Surprisingly, I was not that upset about it, but like you right now, I was confused. I learned that there were many women who had been jolted by men and turned to lesbianism. I never turned to it exclusively. I did still like men. But frequently, when a relationship with a guy I really liked ended, I sought a woman's affections."

Kendall's expression was pensive. "Has it always been your same friend?"

"No, she gave up men altogether and I had no desire to do the same so we parted ways. There are some ladies at my office who feel as I do: being with a woman every now and then is a nice treat. It's like, you drink Pepsi all the time, but you also like root beer, so once in a while you have one."

The teen was silent for a few seconds, digesting what she had just been told.

"You okay with this?" Donna asked, somewhat concerned.

"Yeah," Kendall answered slowly, thoughtfully, "I am. Maybe I'll try it sometime."

"Maybe."

A few weeks later, Kendall turned 18. A few weeks after that, her mother came home one night very sad and depressed because she had just broken up with yet another man that she had been dating. The teen was both confused and concerned because she didn't think her mom had been all that wild about the guy, so why was she upset about ending their relationship.

She found Donna merely sitting on the edge of the bed staring off into space. Kendall sat beside her and put her arm around her mother to comfort her. "What's wrong?" the eighteen-year-old asked. "You weren't that crazy about him."

"It's not so much about losing him," the older woman confessed. "It's the realization that I can't seem to hold onto a guy for very long. I can't seem to have a lasting relationship."

"You just haven't found the right one yet," Kendall consoled. "Besides, it's his loss."

"Thanks, honey, that's sweet."

But the daughter could see that it didn't really help. Thinking about what else she could do for her mom, she eased further onto the bed and knelt behind Donna with her thighs spread around her parent. She then wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, their faces cheek to cheek in a comforting gesture.

Donna reached up and rested her hands on the girl's arms. Kendall responded with a few kisses to her cheek, ear and neck. The older woman raised and lowered her shoulders as a sign of appreciation. The teen responded by letting her hand drop to her mother's breast, gently cupping it, and when there was no resistance, on to caressing it.

A sigh of contentment escaped mom's lips, which urged the girl on, her finger finding a hardened nipple, the tip of which she stroked.

For her part, Donna relished the love she was receiving from her daughter, but knew the activity was wrong. However, she felt too sorry for herself to stop it. Instead, she let her head fall back on her child's shoulder. This opened her chest areas for Kendall's hand to snake under her low-cut blouse and bra to fondle her bare breast. Without even thinking, the older woman unbuttoned her top to allow freer access. The young girl took the cue reaching under the back to unhook the bra. A moment later, both garments were on the floor.

Still on her knees, Kendall inched backward on the bed, pulling her mother down onto her back, framing her head between the teen's thighs and crotch. Kendall then leaned forward to massage her mother's tits, and as an added benefit, though not intentional, the girl's pussy rubbed against Donna's scalp. After a couple of minutes of this, the daughter bent further over to suck the woman's nipples, eliciting moans, and then kissing a trail down her abdomen to bathe her naval in saliva.

With her hands flat on her mother's stomach, Kendall speared her hands under her mother's jeans as far as they would go, but the pants were too snug to go further than her pubic bone. As the girl retracted her hands to unsnap and unzip the jeans, she felt her mom's hands rubbing her wet pussy through her short pajama pants. Soon, the two each had a finger in the other's hole. They brought each other off almost simultaneously.

They discussed it afterward, and much to Donna's doubts, Kendall managed to convince her that she had done nothing to coerce her daughter, nor was she forcing the teen to do anything against her will. The girl wanted them to continue doing this, she knew it was incest and generally considered taboo by society, and something they could never discuss outside the privacy of their home, but she wanted her mother to be comfortable with it. 

Still apprehensive, Donna agreed that they would see how they felt as time went on. However, each time she was seduced by her daughter, her resolve diminished, and just over a month later, it was no longer an issue, but rather just something they did when the mood moved them. The older woman still had not given up the male sex and still considered herself strictly heterosexual.

However, she wasn't so sure about Kendall. She knew her daughter had never actually had sex with a male—subconsciously that was one reason the older woman allowed their girl-girl activities to develop: it provided her daughter with sexual release without fear of it happening with the wrong boy who might get her pregnant and change her life as Donna's had changed when that happened to her.

But lately, the teen seemed to be dating boys less and less, and the parent feared that the combination of her own many failed relationships and their mother-daughter sex was pushing the girl exclusively toward women. Mom remembered her advice to her child before their first encounter, and she knew she had to stick by it. And if that turned out to be Kendall's ultimate orientation, than so be it.

But shouldn't her daughter at least experience a real relationship with a boy before deciding . . .

* * *

Back to the present, Kendall was anxious for her mother to arrive home from work on Monday evening, eager to know if she and George saw each other and talked during the day. She'd even gone so far as to pour Donna a glass of wine and start dinner.

The moment she heard the car door, she was at the back door opening it. Her mother was a bit surprised by this and what followed. Kendall grabbed her mom and dragged her into the living room, dropping her purse on the coffee table, and then rather hurriedly directed her to a seat on the end of the sofa. The teen then scooped up the glass of wine on the nearby end table, forcing in into Donna's hand and nearly spilling it. The girl then plopped down on the coffee table facing her parent, momentarily distracted by the vast expanse of leg the older woman was showing as a result of the haphazard position she had landed in.

Quickly recovering, Kendall said, "Well?"

"Well, what?" Donna asked, frowning at the odd behavior.

The teen let an exasperated sigh escape her lips. "George! Did you see him? Did you talk? What did he say?"

Pursing her lips, Donna grinned.

Kendall rolled her eyes. "Well?"

"We actually had lunch together in the company lunchroom. He said that he and Mark had a wonderful time yesterday and they both looked forward to doing it again."

Kendall was beaming.

"Why are you so concerned about this?" Donna wanted to know.

"I just wanted to make sure I didn't screw things up for you."

Now, it was Donna's turn to display an expressive smile. "Well, thanks for your concern. As it happens, one of the things we discussed today was, if I was willing, he wanted to kick our relationship up a notch. I mean, he didn't just say he wanted to kick it up a notch; he said if I was willing. I've never known a man that sensitive."

"Wow. That's nice."

"It gets even better. He asked me out on a real date. Not just a few drinks after work so we could get home at a reasonable hour, but a let's-go-out-and-have-a-good-time until-whenever date."

"Good for you, mom. You two gonna do the wild thing?"

"Well, I hope so, but nothing was implied. Plus, you know he hasn't been with a woman since before his wife died, so I'm sure he's probably a little frightened."

"You need to let him know in a very subtle manner that you would be agreeable," Kendall advised. "Maybe even initiate it, but without making yourself appear too eager."

"Gee, thanks," Donna said, then facetiously added, "I would have probably never thought of that. You give dating advice now?"

"Just trying to help."

"I know," Donna said with a smile and a brief hug. "I'm just playing with you."

"No, that comes later," Kendall quipped without skipping a beat. 

The older woman's next statement seemed like she was ignoring the teen's remark, but she was actually approaching it from a different angle. "I appreciate your concern for my social life, but what about yours? You haven't been out on many dates lately. What's up with that?"

The girl shrugged it off. "Nobody around I really want to date lately."

"Is that really it?" Donna pressed.

"Yes, mother," Kendall answered with a hint of agitation. "Find me a guy who isn't only interested in getting in my pants and I'll reconsider."

"Did something happen on your last date?"

"Same thing that always happens. They all want to see how far they can get."

"How far have you ever let anyone get?"

"I've let a couple feel my boobs," Kendall answered uncomfortably. "One guy almost got his hand up my skirt."

"Do you want to have sex with a boy?"

"Maybe. If he was someone I really liked and I knew that wasn't all he was interested in." She reached out and caressed her mother's thigh. "Right now, I get all the sex I need from you."

Now, it was Donna's turn to smile uncomfortably. "You do it with any other girls?"

"You worried I'm turning into a lesbo?"

"Not at all," the parent answered not altogether truthfully. "Just want you to experience both sides before you lean one way or the other."

"Well, like you said a while back, I'll probably end up bisexual; seems to work for you."

Donna had no response for that, so she just let it go.

* * *

"This might be going a little better than we could have hoped for," Donna told George at lunch the next day. "Kendall was really concerned that she might have said something Sunday to mess up things."

"Really?" George said. "That's interesting, because Mark had some concern that maybe he and Kendall hadn't hit it off well enough."

"Did he tell you what they talked about on Sunday?"

"Not really," George answered. "He said she was attractive, and don't take offense to this, but Mark said he could never date Kendall because we were dating; said it would be too weird."

Bobbing her head from side to side, Donna said, "I guess I can understand that."

"I was hoping he would show some interest—not that I am advocating he should date her—but he just hasn't seemed to want to date much since before his mother died."

"I guess it's probably better for us that they don't date," Donna speculated. "If our relationship lives on—as I hope it does—and they were to date and then break up, it could cause problems for us to have two kids who no longer get along."

"You're right."

"So, do you think that's the only reason Mark hasn't dated much—because of his mother? Because Kendall doesn't either and I'm afraid it might be because I've had some bad experiences." She didn't dare tell him the other reason.

"The poor kid really missed his formative dating years," George explained. "Those were the years that his mother was really sick and he wanted to stay home and take care of her, even though she pleaded with him not to. I just think he might not really know how to handle himself around girls his own age."

"On the one hand that's sad for him, but on the other, wow, what a caring young man. And you know, that could actually be Kendall's problem. I mean, of all the advice she's asked me for, none of it has ever been about boys."

"Maybe we should take them with us Friday night," George suggested. "Perhaps if they spend more time with each other, they'll become more comfortable with the opposite sex."

"I like the spending more time part, but I'm really looking forward to this being our first real date."

"Yeah, I am too."

"Besides, I think it would work better for them if we weren't around; might relax them a little." Donna thought for a moment. "Is there some scenario we can concoct for just the two of them to spend time together while we're out?"

"That's a good idea." George considered her suggestion. "How about you tell Kendall what I told you about Mark taking care of his mother and that maybe she could help him get comfortable being around a girl?"

"Yeah, that might work. She was very sympathetic about the loss of your wife. But we would need a story for Mark also."

"The same one."

"Might just work," Donna agreed.

They both pondered the plan for a moment, and then Donna carefully asked, "Is Friday night going to be awkward for you?"

"You mean because of Kendall and Mark?"

"No, because this will really be your first real date since . . ." She trailed off not quite knowing how to phrase it.

"My wife died?

Donna nodded. "I mean, everything we've done so far could really be considered nothing more than drinks after work with a co-worker."

"Is that how you saw it?"

"No, no, of course not. I just don't want this to be difficult for you."

"And you think it will?"

"I think I'm digging myself a deeper hole and I should stop talking before I get into trouble—if I'm not already."

"You're not," George reassured with a smile. "But, you know, if we can't discuss these things openly and objectively now, this relationship will be doomed before it really gets started."

"You're right."

"Then tell me your concerns."

"They're not concerns," Donna muttered. "They're just . . . maybe I'm the one who's going to have the difficult time."

"Why?"

"You were married for 20 years to a woman you adored. Maybe I won't stack up."

"You're more like her than you know. So, I don't think you have anything to worry about."

'Well, no disrespect to your wife or to her memory, but . . . I want to be better." 

* * *

"Are you serious?" Kendall asked incredulously when her mother mentioned Friday night. "You want me to baby-sit an 18-year-old boy?"

"No, not baby-sit," Donna corrected. "Spend time with. Chat. Watch a movie. Send out for pizza. You know, the things teenagers do. Hang out. Just help him to be comfortable around a girl."

"Are you really serious?"

"Yes."

"Are you guys trying to fix us up?" Kendall asked suspiciously.

"No, no. In fact, we think it's a good idea that you don't date."

"Oh, this is going to be good. Why?"

"Because if you did," Donna explained, "particularly more than once, and if something would cause you to break up, then it could affect my relationship with George. And I know you wouldn't want that."

"Of course, not," Kendall remarked, flippantly.

"Oh, come on," Donna pleaded. "What the hell else do you have to do?" She wanted to say that it was not like Kendall had another date, but she feared that might be overdoing it.

Her daughter eyed her with mock(?) coldness. With a finger pointed in her mother's face, she said, "You're going to owe me big time."

"Thank you, sweetie." With that, Donna approached her daughter and planted the most passionate, wet, tongue-dancing kiss on her lips they had ever exchanged. "Will that due?"

"For now," Kendall grinned slyly, forgetting the reason for it.

* * *

At about the same time, George and Mark were having a similar conversation with a very similar response.

"I can't believe you're serious about this," was Mark's reaction. "Are you really just trying to fix me up with her?"

"No, that's the last thing we want. Donna said the girl just doesn't go out much. She thinks Kendall just doesn't know how to act around boys."




In Step Ch. 02



Mark frowned. "I can't believe a girl built as perfect as she is doesn't get asked out all the time."

"I don't think the issue is not being asked out," George pointed out. "It's that she just doesn't accept."

"Is she a lesbo?"

"Why would you think that?" George wanted to know.

"Dad, at my school, girls who look like Kendall are so popular they don't even give guys like me the time of day."

"Well, apparently, Donna has had some bad experiences herself and she thinks that has caused her daughter to be standoffish toward boys," George explained. "Donna thinks you're a very nice, good-looking, young man and that maybe if Kendall spent some time with you, it might show her that not all guys are bad."

"Yeah, I know all about her attitude toward men." Mark briefly told his dad about her comments on Sunday.

"So, you see, her mother's concerns are not unfounded." Trying a different tack, George added, "Look, if nothing else, you'll get to spend a few hours looking at a gorgeous young woman."

And that was the clincher for Mark. The thought had been in the back of his mind throughout this entire conversation, and he had felt some movement between his legs as he replayed a mental picture of her legs in the short blue jean skirt and her perky tits poking out of her tank top. He didn't get to see a girl dressed like that up close and in the comfort of her own home, perhaps there might even be more to see. Of course, he would have to be extremely covert in watching her. He'd already been busted once.

"Well?" George asked. He could tell by his son's expression that he was probably conjuring up a mental image of Kendall.

"Okay," Mark answered, making it sound reluctant, "I'll do it."

* * *

Finally, the big night arrived, and it was a contest to see who was more nervous.

For Mark, it was the anticipation of seeing the gorgeous creature in her natural habitat tempered with her unknown demeanor regarding men and him watching her.

For George, his anxiety was not over the actual date. His and Donna's little after work get-togethers had prepared him for that. It was what would hopefully come after. It had been over a year since he'd had sex with anything other than his hand and he was desperate. But he was enough of a gentleman that he wouldn't force himself on her. He wanted this to become a long term—possibly even permanent—relationship, and though he wanted to fuck, he didn't want to fuck it up. The worry was, did she? The pressure was even greater now that Mark would be out of the house and they had a place to come to. Sure, he would gladly get a hotel room—and might yet if it was what she preferred—but that would be less personal than to relax in the comfort of a home.

For Donna, even though they had been out after work a number of times, a real date was different. It was a little more formal, there were greater expectations, and of course, there was the how it would end up. She had a sense that they both wanted the same outcome, the dilemma would be how to get there. George had side-stepped the question when she asked if this date would be difficult for him, and while she had made the inquiry sound general, she had really been referring to a potential sexual interlude. So, without being too direct—that turned some men off, though she didn't think he was that kind—the only idea that occurred to her was since Mark was going to be here at her house, she could suggest that George show her his. Maybe once there nature would take its course.

For Kendall, she had alleviated one of her concerns by making certain her mother was dressed to kill. She laid out a simple short black skirt—a length just a few inches above the knees not slutty just below the ass—a crisp white blouse just sheer enough for the outline of a white lace bra to be seen. She left a couple of buttons undone so George could steal peeks at her mom's round breasts floating in the low cups of the bra. Taking a fashion risk, the teen opted for black bikini panties—instead of white to match her bra and in lieu of a thong—and sheer black stockings. Finally, she selected a conservative two-inch high heel black pump because anything higher made her mother's calves look too muscular. Donna looked so hot her daughter could have fucked her on the spot.

Kendall's other concern was how to dress herself. This was just a casual evening, not a date, so she didn't want to make herself look like she was trying to impress Mark. However, she did want to look good because she prided herself on her appearance. She knew he was going to spend a good deal of the time stealing glances at her, so did she want to feed that habit with alluring attire or deny him by wearing jeans and a baggy top. Normally, after school, she slipped into a velour exercise outfit consisting of shorts and a zip-up short-sleeve top. After studying herself in the mirror, she decided the soft material was comfortable for hanging around and showed off her curves, the shorts showed off her legs, and a tug down on the zipper revealed a little cleavage; all in all, she looked good and there was no reason to change.

The men arrive promptly at 7:00. The looks of awe on both of their faces told Kendall that she had aced her mother's attire. It almost made her wish that she had dressed better to arrest some of that attention. But she quickly reminded herself that this was her mom's evening and was glad she had contributed to its early success. Donna invited the men into the living room to sit and offered drinks, but George declined citing their 7:30 dinner reservation at a very fancy restaurant. As the older couple was departing, George shelled out a few bills to his son so the teens could order pizza.

When they were gone, Mark and Kendall stood regarding one another awkwardly for a minute before she gestured toward the den. He followed enjoying the sway of her shapely ass. He was a little disappointed in her clothes, hoping for the short blue jean skirt, but there was at least enough leg and cleavage to hold his attention. He had to constantly remind himself that this was not a date, so she wouldn't be dressed to kill, but he also had to keep asking himself exactly what the purpose of this evening was beyond what he had been told.

In the den, Kendall plopped down at one end of the sofa, folding one leg on the seat with its heal nearly pressed into her pussy, and the other leg on the floor. "You can sit wherever you like," she offered gesturing to the remainder of the sofa or the easy chair next to it.

Instantly assessing options, Mark noted that the chair would provide better viewing angles of her, but it was also further away. He quickly decided on the sofa, but not on the opposite end and neither right next to her, so he settled down halfway between her and the other arm. "So, how have you been?" he asked.

"Pretty good. You?"

"It's been a fairly dull week at school, nothing much going on."

"Yeah, me too." Okay, this was weird making idle conversation, but she didn't know what else to do.

"You want to order a pizza?"

"In a little while, or are you hungry now?"

"I can wait."

"How about something to drink?"

"Sure that would be nice."

Kendall stood. "We have Pepsi or Diet Pepsi. Sorry, we don't like Coke products."

"No problem. I actually prefer Pepsi."

She eyed him suspiciously. "Do you really, or are you just being polite?"

"No, I really do," Mark answered honestly. "And it frustrates me that so few places sell it." He followed her into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I don't understand why restaurants can't serve both."

"I don't know either."

Kendall still wondered if he was being truthful. Perhaps she needed to test him. "What is your favorite Pepsi place?"

"I guess Taco Bell or Pizza Hut."

He got those right. "There aren't even any hamburger places that sell it."

"Actually, Cheeburger, Cheeburger does," Mark corrected. "But they're not really fast food."

"I've never been there." Apparently, he knew what he was talking about. Maybe this evening wouldn't turn out so bad after all. She reached into the refrigerator, then handed him a Pepsi and got a Diet Pepsi for herself. They returned to the sofa. "Want to watch something or just talk?"

"Either or both."

When she sat this time, Kendall leaned against the arm of the sofa with both legs drawn up toward it and her rear end pointed at Mark. Her pant legs, what little there was to them, pulled up quite a bit revealing a hint of cheek. He hoped she didn't notice his eyes widen. She did, and that prompted her to look at what he was looking at in a way that he could see she saw him looking, and for some reason unknown to her, she did nothing, didn't tug her pant leg down nor say anything to him.

That freaked Mark out as well. He'd been caught, but not reprimanded.

"So, is it true that you haven't dated because you were always staying home to take care of your mother?" Kendall asked, not really knowing where the question came from.

It caught Mark off guard. "Yes," he answered with a shrug.

"That's really nice. I don't know any guys your age that would do that."

He smiled warmly at the memory of his mother. "You had to know her. She gave so much of herself to me and my dad; it just made you want to do anything for her."

"My mom is like that."

"Yeah, she seems real nice. Just hope the same thing never happens to her. No one deserves to die from cancer. Particularly not anyone as kind and giving as my mom." Mark fought back a tear.

Kendall sensed it and apologized.

Mark shrugged it off. "Like we said the other day: we have to move on."

Kendall was beginning to see Mark from a different perspective and she was touched.

"What about you?" he asked to change the subject, "do you date much?"

"Not really." She was hesitant. "I've just seen my mom go through too many—"

"Assholes?" he filled in, recalling her statement from Sunday. 

Blushing slightly, Kendall revealed: "Sorry about that. I wasn't on best behavior at that point. I was a bit annoyed that our parents tried to play us instead of just being up front."

"That was probably more for me."

"Still, my mother has always been honest with me."

"So, does that mean you really don't think all guys are assholes?"

"I'm trying not to. But so many of the boys at school, you know, they're not interested in relationships; they just want to see how far they can get."

"I know."

"Why? Because you're one?"

"No, that's why I don't have many male friends. I don't like the way they treat girls."

"Wow! Are you for real?" Though she sounded skeptical, she quickly added, "Sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded.

"It's okay."

"So, you're saying you treat girls better?"

"I do."

"How so?"

"When my mom was fighting her illness and I stayed home to take care of her, instead of just lying around convalescing, she insisted on teaching me real life lessons—like how to treat women."

"And yet, you still steal looks at me." It wasn't an accusation, merely an observation as his eyes drifted down to her ass.

"Well, I don't know if you've looked at yourself in the mirror lately, but you and your mom are two very beautiful women. In fact, excluding my mother before she got sick, you and your mom are two of the most beautiful women I have ever seen."

Kendall couldn't help but allow a slight smile to show for the compliment.

"My mom taught me to appreciate beauty," Mark went on. "That included the female body because it is a work of art. So, yes, I look at you. I also appreciate fine art and beautiful scenery. But I also have to ask you if I looked at you in such a way that was offensive or demeaning or derogatory; or was it just subtle and admirable?"

He had her on that one, Kendall realized. She was also starting to realize that she might have misjudged him. "Your looks were subtle and admirable.

"You know," Mark continued, "My mom also taught me that it's not the look, but the way in which you look, just like it's not so much what you say as how you say it."

"Your mother was a very smart woman," Kendall said, genuinely meaning it. She was seeing Mark in a whole new light and it was very becoming. After a few moments of not knowing what else to say or think, she said, "I think I'm ready to order that pizza."

* * *

Staring down at the fork in his hand as he was about to stab a piece of filet, for an instant, George nearly poked himself with the utensil to make sure this evening was real and not a dream. He was sitting across the table from an absolute angel. At this moment, as beautiful and perfect a woman as his wife had been, he would be hard-pressed to pick which was more beautiful. How lucky can one guy be to have had relationships with only two women in his life and both were the most gorgeous creatures on Earth. And to keep it in perspective, it wasn't just their physical beauty, but both were nice, loving and intelligent women. Right here and now, in his mind, he knew he could never let Donna go.

"George?" Donna called softly. "Are you alright? You just stopped in the middle of eating."

"Oh, sorry," he responded somewhat embarrassed. "I . . . I was just reflecting on how lucky I was to find you."

He couldn't see her blush in the soft candlelight. "Why, thank you, sir. I feel equally as lucky."

"And what's even better is that we don't have to hide this from our children any more. We can do whatever we want—as long as we don't neglect them."

"I agree."

"So, now that we have no restrictions," George said nervously, "what would you like to do when we leave here?"

"Did you have something in mind?"

"Well, if you'd like to go kick up your heels, there's a nightclub nearby."

Donna wrinkled her nose. "Too noisy."

"I agree. Then if you want it quieter, there's another nightclub that's more big band music. Or if that's still too loud, there's a nice little piano bar. Or," George had to think, "well, the only place quieter than that would be my house since no one is there."

Donna pretended to think, but hoped her nipples hardening didn't give her away. She tried to make her answer sound casual. "I'd think I'd like to see your house."

The short hairs on the back of George's neck stood up, but it was the answer he was hoping for. He'd made certain, to Mark's amusement, that everything was spotless and even had a couple of bottles of white wine chilling in the fridge. "Then my house it is."

* * *

The pizza had come and gone, and all the while, they had been watching a movie, coincidently about a teen couple. They hadn't talked much since Mark had complimented Kendall on her beauty and he wondered if he had said something in that conversation that had pissed her off. Difficult though it was, he had even done his best to avoid stealing looks to see what was revealed every time she changed positions. Little did he know, what he had said had had the opposite effect and she was pondering the new and strange feelings she was suddenly having about Mark. He was actually turning into the ideal boy.

So, for obvious reasons, neither had been paying very close attention to the movie until, as luck would have it, there was a scene not unlike what was happening between Mark and Kendall, except that on screen the couple was decidedly moving toward something sexual. The kiss entered into between the boy and girl in the film was about as passionate as anything the teens watching had ever seen.

Mark's cock pressed uncomfortably against his jeans with no place to grow, and a sidelong glance at Kendall showed her nipples straining against her clothes. Unfortunately, the scene did not escalate into something hotter because the storyline had the couple interrupted and then it cut to something totally different.

"Wow, what a kiss," Kendall mentioned.

"It was hot," Mark agreed.

"What?" she asked.

"I said it was hot."

Suddenly, embarrassingly, Kendall realized that she had spoken what she was thinking aloud. Now, she didn't know what to say.

Observing the perplexed look on her face, Mark asked, "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Then she giggled uncontrollably.

"Am I missing something?" He quickly glanced at the TV, but nothing funny was happening.

"When I said . . . what I said, I didn't . . . realize—"

"You had said it out loud?" he finished for her.

"Yeah."

"Why would it bother you to have said that?"

"I don't know, it's . . . I don't know."

"Too personal?"

"No. It was just unreal."

"What do you mean? You don't think anybody really kisses like that, or that well?"

"Well, I don't know anyone who does."

Mark raised his eyebrows and nodded his head as if to say, well, everyone's entitled to their opinion.

She turned to face him, and the zipper on her top was far enough down that he was treated to an eyeful of cleavage. "Okay, and you're going to tell me you know somebody who kisses like that."

"Well . . . yeah," he answered innocently.

Kendall eyed him suspiciously, ignoring his eyes on her tits. "I know you're not going to tell me it's you."

As humbly as he could, Mark responded, "Well, I can."

Beginning to regret the compassion she had started feeling for him, she said facetiously, "And next you're going to tell me your mother taught you." But as soon as she said it, the look on his face told her it was true. "You kissed your mother?"

Suddenly, Mark regretted that Kendall had figured it out. He further regretted that he had allowed her to back him into a position where he felt he had to one-up her. His mother had made him swear on her soul he would never reveal it to anyone. Society would consider it incest and frown on him. "You shouldn't know that," he said sorrowfully. "I promised her I would never tell."

"So, when she was teaching you how to treat women, she was also teaching you how to kiss?" Kendall asked excitedly.

"Kendall, please," he begged.

"Did she teach you anything else?" Kendall persisted. "I mean, like sexual things?" A sudden revelation occurred to her. As much as she loved having sex with her mother, she was realizing that it might be less about the girl-girl part and more about the incestuous part. Her compassion for him also returned.

"You're not going to let go of this are you?"

"Just a couple more questions. I promise. And then maybe I'll tell you something to even the score."

Mark let out an exasperated sigh. "What?"

"Did she teach you anything else sexual?"

"Not really. There wasn't time before she really started to get sick."

"Would you have had sex with her if she hadn't got sick? I mean, would that have been part of her lesson. Would she have fucked you?"

Mark could see by the look in her eyes that this was an erotic subject for her, and it made him wonder how it related to her even-the-score news. And even though he was also aroused by the discussion, answering her questions was not easy on a number of levels. "Please don't ask me that," he pleaded.

The answer was erotically obvious to Kendall otherwise he would have denied it right away. But somehow, she knew that for him to verbally admit it would be the most titillating thing she would hear. She could feel her pussy oozing, and she knew there was only one way to push him over the edge, so without further consideration, she blurted, "I've had sex with my mother."

"What?" He couldn't believe his ears.

"So, tell me," she persisted, wild-eyed.

"Yes, I would have," Mark confessed, his resolve having fled.

She could see that he was upset and knew that she was the cause of it, so she slid closer to him where he could have a bird's eye view down her top and dutifully apologized. "I had to know."

"Why did it give you an incestuous arousal?" There was bitterness in his voice.

Kendall ignored it. "Yes, it did. But it also taught me something about myself."




In Step Ch. 02



"Oh, and what was that?" Not that he cared at this moment, but it didn't prevent his vision from remaining daringly on her breasts.

"I thought I was becoming a lesbian," she allowed, "not that there's necessarily anything wrong with that. And as much as I enjoy girl-girl sex—at least with my mother—I hadn't pictured myself like that exclusively. As everyone seems to have noticed, I haven't dated many boys because I didn't really think I liked boys that much. But what this discussion has revealed to me is that it's less about the lesbian sex than it is the incest."

"So, what does that mean? You're going to fuck all the men in your family?"

"No, of course not." Kendall shrugged. "The more I think of it, I'm not even certain it's the incest so much as the erotic nature of it. I mean, why did you want to have sex with your mother?"

He shrugged. "Because after the kissing lessons, I was so aroused, it seemed the natural next step."

"But it wasn't natural; it was your mother. Why did you enjoy even kissing her in a non-motherly way?"

"She was teaching me and it was . . . good."

"But it was still your mother. So, wasn't there an added element of excitement in that?"

Mark hung his head in shame. "Yes, there was," he slowly answered.

"Don't be sorry about it, Mark. You can't help your feelings." She reached out and patted his arm comfortingly. "And for what it's worth, we now share a secret with one another that we don't want anyone else to know." 

Their eyes met, she smiled warmly, and he believed he saw genuineness in her he had not witnessed before. He returned the smile.

"So, what was it like kissing your mother?"

"It was like no other girl I've ever kissed. I mean, not just because she was my mother. It was just," he shrugged, "incredible."

"Show me."



In Step Ch. 03



"What do you mean, show you?"

"I mean, show me."

"Like . . . kiss you?"

"Well, don't make it sound like a chore!"

"No, I didn't mean that, I—"

Without further discussion, she placed her hand around the back of his head and pulled his face to hers. He attempted to pull away, not because he didn't want to do it, but rather, he didn't like the way she was doing it. However, her grip was firm around his neck. Finally, he managed to break it off.

"What's wrong?" Kendall asked with a frown. "You really don't want to do this?"

"It's not that. It's just not how I would do it. If you really want me to show you, then let me."

"Okay," she answered with a giddy smile.

Mark sat sideways on the sofa, both legs on the floor, facing Kendall, and then turned her to face him. She sat on her heels to elevate her head to the same height as his. He looked deeply into her eyes, and then ever so slowly touched his lips to hers. The first kiss was soft, tender and short. This he followed up with two more before allowing their mouths to remain together in a jaw-opening and closing kiss. He could tell she was eager by the way she wanted to move it faster, but he maintained a slow pace. His hands found hers, their fingers interlocking, arms extended to the sides of their bodies as though they were doing an old-fashioned dance, which to some extent, they were.

Mark allowed his tongue to brush against her lips and she responded by opening her mouth slightly. She wanted to shove her tongue past his lips, but he met it and pulled an inch away before again making contact. Now, when their lips touched, so did their tongues. His hands now went to the outside of her shoulders making little caressing motions while hers rested next to his neck. Then he grabbed her outer thighs lightly, rubbing his palms up and down slowly. All the while, he kept their kissing gentle, pulling inches back when she attempted to ramp it up, then reattaching with the same deliberate pace.

Their hands changed positions with hers on his thighs and his tenderly encircling her neck. He gradually allowed her to feed more of her tongue into his mouth and he did the same. When she pulled back, smiled her enjoyment, then reconnected, he let his hands slide slowly down her upper chest to the top of her breasts, but only for an instant before moving them back up—all to gauge her reaction. She offered none, so this time, his hands eased along the top slope of her shoulders and then down the sides, and with her hands still on his legs causing her arms to be spread out a bit, he brought his palms forward brushing the sides of her tits before moving back up atop her clavicle.

Moving her head back far enough to focus her eyes—which seemed to hint at mischief—on his, she whispered, "When did copping a feel become part of kissing?"

"Kissing is not just mashing faces together," he explained in the same tone, "it's the melding of emotions manifested by the sensation of touch."

"Oh. Okay," Kendall accepted without further question, her lips back on his before the echo of her okay faded.

Now, he stepped up the kissing with a bit more pressure while reaching back to her hips lightly cupping the outside of her ass. She copied the gesture. He then gradually slid his hands up her side, up her arm and shoulders back to her neck, then with just one hand he rubbed the exposed part of her chest boldly touching the top of each breast and an inch or so of cleavage. There was reaction this time: greater suctioning of her lips and more aggressive tongue action. Mark felt he could have held more of her tit, but eased his hand back up to her neck.

Kendall threw her arms around his neck, so he took the opportunity to run his around her back under her arms. They pulled each other closer as though their lips could lock even tighter. Mark drew his hands back very slowly caressing the sides of her breasts and going so far as to cup them from the front—but only for a second. Boy, did they feel good. He resisted the urge to continue playing with them and moved back up her chest to her neck.

Mark really was not attempting to arouse Kendall as though to fuck her. His only goal was to demonstrate that the total experience of a kiss was much more than just lips suctioning. However, it was difficult not to become excited kissing a passionate young woman like her. It felt as though his hard on was twice as long as normal and he could feel the stream of pre-cum oozing wherever it could. Likewise, his last pass over her tits revealed two solidly hard nipples that seemed ready to rip right through her top.

Only after raising the bottom of her shirt to expose her abdomen and lower back so his hands could experience her soft skin did he decide it might be time to back off and let them cool down. He broke the latest kiss and rolled his head forward so that their foreheads were touching, then tried to catch his breath.

When he leaned back, Kendall was smiling.

"See what I mean?" Mark asked.

"Yes," she answered dreamily, drawing it out. But her utter contentment quickly turned to a frown. "That's it?"

"That's how I kiss," Mark answered with a shrug.

"But I mean you're just going to stop now?"

"You wanted me to show you how I kiss," he answered in a confused tone. "That was it."

"But we can't just stop." With obvious urgency, Kendall pulled the ottoman that went with the easy chair closer to them. As Mark had done with her earlier, she had him sit on the foot rest straddling it. She did likewise, except she sat so close to him she had to drape her legs over his. Their crotches were only inches apart. Without further discussion, she put an arm around his waist and the other around his neck and pulled their lips together. He didn't resist—he wasn't a fool—but he did control the pressure.

Okay, so she was aroused and not shy about it, so he let his own emotions go also. Again his hands went around her exposed abdomen and lower back. He pulled them forward and back a few times, slowly, softly, caressingly, but each time, he went a little higher up her rib cage. Around front, he lifted the garment to just under her breasts and lightly brushed the underside of her bra from side to side.

Kendall did the same, lifting his shirt to touch his bare tight abs, then up to his chest toying with his nipples.

Mark felt another squirt of pre-cum ooze out. Nearly losing control, he lifted her shirt over her breasts, touching them affectionately as they continued to swap copious amounts of saliva. Instead of resistance, she actually pulled him closer. Nearing the point of no return, he gambled on raising her bra over her tits as well and he could feel her lips turn to a grin before regaining suction.

Now, he held those two glorious orbs in each hand, his fingers spread out to form a hand bra. His thumbs rubbed and flicked her nipples and he could feel the vibration of her moaning from her throat through her lips to his.

When she threw her head back slightly, breaking their kiss, his lips were magnetically drawn to her firm nipples. Mark had never done this before but he performed as though practiced. With his mouth on one breast, his fingers twirled the other nipple.

Able to endure it no longer, Kendall pulled back, unzipped her top all the way, then pulled it and her bra all the way off. Topless now, Mark's eyes nearly popped out of his head. His most vivid mental pictures had not conjured an image anywhere near as perfect as what he was now staring at.

His eyes then shot up to hers to see what her reaction was. To his surprise, she was smiling proudly, recognizing the true admiration on his face.

Not wanting to be the only one topless, Kendall quickly removed Mark's shirt, then pulled him to her to feel skin against skin. She instantly remembered that it was this sensation that got her started with her mother. She also knew that this activity with Mark had caused her to become extremely aroused. She wanted to question it, ponder it, analyze it, but she didn't want to stop and lose the feeling. Her mind briefly entertained the notion that she had been correct earlier in determining that it wasn't lesbianism or incest that was driving her, but rather the erotic nature of what was happening here: two teens doing something they shouldn't whose parents were dating each other.

Forgetting about it when she felt his hands gliding up and down her back, Kendall returned to the action, anxious to see not only where it would take them, but how far they would let it go.

For her part, she scooted the ottoman against the sofa and forced Mark back so he was leaning against the back of the couch. It was her turn to kiss and suck his nipples.

Mark couldn't believe what an incredible feeling Kendall's mouth and tongue on his nipples was. He was content to just slouch there and let her do it. He toyed with her tits while she assaulted his chest, but he had no purpose other than to simply enjoy what was happening.

Kendall attempted to move him to a completely supine position, her leg braising his solid erection sending electricity charging through her body; but his legs dangled uncomfortably off of the ottoman. Instead, she stood extending her hand for him to take. He did as she wanted and she led him down the hall to her bedroom.

However, Mark had to halt at the entrance. "Whoa. What are we doing here?"

"Getting more comfortable," she answered decidedly.

"Where is this leading?" he wanted to know.

"Wherever it does."

"Are you sure you want to go there?"

"Mark, have you ever gone this far with a girl?"

"Nowhere near."

"Don't you want to?"

"Well, of course. I just . . . this is just way beyond me showing you how to kiss."

"Okay, well, you said kissing is more than just sucking face. I've never gone so far with a boy either. Know why?" Kendall didn't wait for an answer. "Because not one has been as kind, caring, gentle, and most importantly, as skilled as you. You're not only teaching me, but I'm learning volumes about myself. I mean, in one evening—that I hope is nowhere near over—you've completely transformed me. So, do I want to see where this goes? You bet your ass!"

Again without waiting for his response, she went into her bedroom and plopped down on the bed on her back.

The most important lesson Mark's mother had taught him was to always think before acting. He was trying to do that now and do it with the right head. What she had not taught him was how to think while being influenced by the sight of a beautiful, half-naked creature laying on a bed, her breath sucked in so her spectacular tits sat firmly above her chest, beckoning him to come to her.

He quickly reasoned that they were both 18 and neither was forcing the other to do anything against his or her will—if that vision could not be considered influential—so, what was the harm in at least going a little further?

With no more consideration, he went to her. She pulled him down on top of her, but quickly rolled him over onto his back so she could be on top. Her legs split his and he could feel her upper thigh rubbing against his dick and her pussy dragging on his thigh all through his and her jeans. Their lips instantly met. She let her weight down on him so their bare chests rubbed together and she thrust her crotch slowly against him but picked up speed as their kiss intensified. Mark rubbed back, his hands latching onto her tits hanging down.

Kendall seemed almost possessed as she rolled off of him and moved down to his knees where she hurriedly unsnapped his jeans and pulled down his zipper. She then tugged his pants down and off. Her eyes widened as she palmed the huge bulge in his drawers with a growing wet spot below the elastic waistband. After only a couple of seconds, the girl sat back, and within a few more ticks of the clock, her jeans were on the floor with his. This was escalating fast as both were now only clad in underpants—what little there was of hers.

Mark pulled her back up, and with a new kiss underway, Kendall blatantly humped her dampened panties against his moistened jockeys. He couldn't help but let his hands slide down her back to grab the soft exposed cheeks of her ass. Her hands found their way inside his drawers smearing the pre-cum all around his cock. It took all of his concentration not to blast her palm with a load of cum.

Turnabout being fair play, Mark reached down, inserting his hand into her panties to find her soaked pussy. He diddled her clit amidst her heavy breathing and moaning. She let go of his penis and used her hand to push down her panties. Being the gentleman he was, he helped as much as he could. However, when they joined the pile of clothes on the floor, she needed no assistance in pulling his off.

Lying back down on top of him, before their lips touched again, both paused to gaze deeply into each other's eyes as the realization that they were both completely naked set in. A myriad of thoughts flooded their passion intoxicated minds: him comparing the feeling to the many times he had fantasized doing this with his mother; her mind comparing the feeling of being pressed against a male body with that of her mother's soft frame.

But the heat of the moment prevented either from dwelling longer before Kendall again straddled his right leg. She rubbed her spread pussy lips along his shaft as it lay against his belly. Whether a calculated move or not, she slid high enough that when she went back down her vagina sucked him into its lair. She nearly passed out from the incredible sensation of his huge piece of meat filling her. It was unlike anything she could think of, certainly no comparison to the lifeless dildos she had used.

With his cock fully sheathed in her velvety wet cave, Mark became lightheaded and feared losing consciousness, so intense was the overwhelming feeling. Difficult though it was, he grabbed her hips to halt her second thrust. She looked up at him as though he had slapped her in the face.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Like I've never been of anything."

"I don't have a condom."

"I'm on the pill."

"Okay, but what about STDs?"

You said you've never been with anyone; neither have I, so there should be no problem, right?"

"I guess."

And with that, she rode his cock with her head nestled in the crook of his neck. But Mark was so charged up, he feared coming too soon, so he stopped her again.

If looks could kill... "Look, if you don't want to do this, just say so."

"No, no, I'm afraid I'll come too soon." With that, he took control and rolled her onto her back, then slid down, spread her legs, used his hand to spread her secretion over her clit, then pressed his lips to her pussy lips and kissed nearly as though he was kissing her facial lips. When his tongue began work on her clit, she thought her head was going to explode. His finger found its way into her hole and gently explored her inner walls. Now flicking his tongue back and forth over her clit, he knew that licking pussy was turning into the thrill he knew it would be. However, to his disappointment, she was as wired as he and came with a gush after only a few minutes, thus depriving him of further tongue action.

Kendall thrashed around on the bed for a couple of minutes until her orgasm subsided, then grabbed his head and pushed it away from her now highly sensitive organ. She maintained her grip on his pate to prevent any further contact.

"That was magnificent!" she roared, her body still tingling from the experience. She couldn't remember a climax so powerful with her mother.

Mark merely smiled, an inner feeling of triumph at having not only satisfied her, but apparently way more than either of them expected.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she wanted to know. "If you tell me your mother taught you that you better be prepared to tell me how."

"Maybe I'll tell you later," he grinned mischievously.

Kendall's eyes widened at the tease, but instead of being annoyed as he expected, it seemed to recharge her, prompting her to pull him to her, wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, and devour his lips. As her fervor grew, she pivoted her hips from side to side and he could feel his cock being bathed in what must be a mixture of his saliva and her pussy juice. Once again whether by design or not, his cock slipped into her yearning snatch and she tightened the clasp of her legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling out.

Little did she know, he had no intention of leaving that pillowy softness this time, and he demonstrated that desire with long, deliberate thrusts.

"Oh, yes, Mark, yes," Kendall cried. She grabbed his face, holding it so their eyes were fixed on one another. "Fuck me, Mark, really fuck me."

In his own euphoric state, Mark eagerly obliged. If he thought just having his cock in her pussy before was heavenly, thrusting back and forth was an intoxication no artificial substance could ever achieve. He was oblivious to her pulling their mouths together, but apparently nature took over and had him mindlessly participate in the kiss. All his sex drugged mind could focus on right now was the incomparable pleasure originating from his dick and coursing throughout his body.

Finally, Kendall released her wrestler's grip around his waist, allowing her legs to drop to the back of his thighs. She then reached down, grabbed his ass and pulled it firmly to her on his in-stroke, as though so doing could drive him deeper within her. As it was, his length was more than fulfilling.

Her hands moving up to his head, she guided his face to hers jabbing her tongue forcefully into his mouth. She then fucked his oral cavity with her tongue matching him thrust for thrust. When it became more than even she could endure, she pressed the back of his head to the crook of her neck as one did with an infant, then whispered in his ear, "Come on, baby, fuck me."

That spurred Mark on causing him to pick up the pace a bit.

So, she followed up with, "That's it, baby, fuck momma."

And subconsciously, he did.

Kendall continued, "Give momma that big hard cock. Momma wants you to fill her hot pussy with your boy cum."

He really started plowing her now.

She was about to say more, but it was having as much effect on her, and all she could do was moan, knowing she was close to coming again.

But, however close Kendall was, the roar that Mark let out followed by the blast of semen in her pussy sent her the final step over the edge.

For Mark, every nerve in his body came alive to produce a sensation like none he had ever experienced. In addition, he felt that he was shooting so much sperm that before long his balls would turn to liquid and he'd ejaculate them into her as well.

Kendall was clinging to him so tightly it felt as though they were one in a greater sense than the metaphorical definition that accompanied sex. They were also a mix of bodily fluids: spit-swapping, sweat fusing, and of course, cum commingling.

Finally, after several minutes, Kendall relaxed her muscles allowing Mark to roll off onto his back beside her. Both were still winded.

Kendall turned on her side to face him. There was a seriousness in her expression and a softness in her voice as she asked, "Please tell me how you learned to be so incredible."

Studying the earnestness in her eyes, he had a feeling that if their parents continued to date and the two teens got to know each other even better, Kendall would be a very difficult person to turn down. As he was about to answer her question and he thought about what that answer was, he snickered.

"Aw, please don't tease me, Mark."

"I'm not." He snickered more. "It's just that you're not likely to believe me."




In Step Ch. 03



"Try me."

"I think I just did!"

"You know what I mean."

"I told you my mom got too sick to really teach me all the things that she wanted. What she did tell me to do to learn to be a good lover was to," he took a deep breath, "watch lesbian porno movies, particularly ones with older women, or what they call MILFs. She said they're about women treating women like they want to be treated."

There was a look of stupefaction on Kendall's face.

"I said you wouldn't believe me."

"No, I actually do believe you because my mother told me something very similar," Kendall recounted. "When we discussed my concern about being a lesbian, she said that there would be nothing wrong with that, or at least to be bisexual and enjoy both sides. Anyway, her point was that no one could make love to a woman like another woman."

Mark pondered what she said. He turned on his side to face her, unintentionally drawing his knee up near her pussy. A number of questions arose, but the one he wanted most to ask was: "So, do you now consider yourself bi?

"I would say that's a safe assumption." Her hand went to his thigh, moving tenderly up and down.

He nodded absently, the other questions he had fading and a new one emerging. "So, what now?"

"Well, it's only ten. I'm sure my mom won't be home for a while. She was hoping they would end up at your house doing what we're doing. So, I'm game for another go." Kendall giggled. "That's weird. We're fucking and our parents are fucking."

"Yeah, my dad was hoping for the same thing. But I meant longer term." He rubbed his hand below her neck and upper chest never really touching her tits.

"I know what you meant, but I don't know the answer to your question. You know they don't want us to date each other?" Her hand was gradually traveling up his side.

He sighed, "Yes, I know. They're afraid if we did and we broke up it would affect their relationship."

"You have to admit, though, it's probably true."

"Probably." Now his finger rode the slope of her upper tit down to her nipple where he gently rubbed the tip.

"Would you want to date me?" Her hand had made its way to his chest to toy with his nipple.

"After what just happened, I would be a fool to say no."

"But that's not saying you really want to."

"When my dad asked me that question, I told him I thought it would be too weird dating you while he dated your mother. However now, the truth is, I don't know. But I would like to get to know you better." He lightly squeezed and twisted her nipple.

Though it absolutely did not hurt, Kendall eyes widened. "I guess I would say the same."

"I think if our parents continue to see each other, that will happen."

"Yeah, but if the four of us start spending more time together, we won't have more opportunities like this." She performed the same maneuver on his nipple.

It caused him to suck in his breath. "And you'd want to do this again?"

"I want to now." She leaned in and touched her tongue to the tip of his nipple softly rubbing side to side.

Speaking through a moan, Mark pointed out, "Well, they're not always going to want to take us out with them."

She stopped long enough to respond and he stole the moment to suck her nipple. "True, but don't you think they'd get suspicious if we wanted to stay together every time they went out?"

"Depends on how clever we could be with reasons." Mark hesitated a moment, then went on, "But we might be getting ahead of ourselves. We just had sex with each other and it was the first time for both of us. To top it off, we lucked out and it was great sex. So, of course, we think we want to have it again at the next opportunity." They had stopped playing with each other and Kendall started to interrupt, but he stopped her and resumed. "There is a chance that the next time won't be as good, or maybe the time after that or the time after that. Or, even worse, the time six months from now.

"You liked it because it was erotic; but if we keep it up, after a while, it might not be erotic anymore, it might just be you and me having ordinary sex. Then one of us will think it's the other losing interest or some such and the rift will start. Then what will happen? We will eventually dislike each other and will that be any worse than our parents's fears of us dating and breaking up?"

"So, you don't want us to fuck anymore?" Kendall surmised.

"I didn't say that. I'm just saying that if we continue this when we can, we need to be smart about it and agree to be honest and try to work out any problems that might arise. The last thing I want to do is mess up my dad's chance at happiness just to," he shrugged, "you know, get my rocks off."

Kendall giggled at his choice of words, and then pointed out, "Wow, your mom really did teach you to think first."

Mark grimaced, "Yeah, sometimes it's a curse."

"But in this instance, your right," Kendall agreed. "Except that your dad has already had many years with a great partner, and while I would never want to deny him another chance at happiness, my mom has not been anywhere near as fortunate. My point is, I am even more determined not to do anything to screw up her chances." She reached down to caress his flaccid, sticky cock. "But you might be wrong about one thing. You said it's the erotic nature of this that I like. I told you earlier that you transformed me. When this evening began, I thought I was driven by lesbian sex, then when you told me about your mom's lesson's I thought it was incest, and then finally it seemed it was the erotica. But now I know—I know—it's none of those. It's the person. Both my mother, and now you, have given me experiences I have not been able to get from anyone else. So, I guess what I'm saying is, if you want this to work, if you want it to last, don't change."

"That works two ways."

"Deal." She removed her hand from his now hard again cock and held it out for him to shake, which he did. She then leaned over and kissed him again. "There; sealed with a kiss." And she went in for another, this one longer.

After that one, Mark slid down so his mouth was level with her nipple. He sucked it.

"Oh, yeah," she moaned, "you can keep doing that for a while."

So, he did, rolling her on her back so he could give each breast equal attention.

Her arm was not quite long enough to fondle his cock while her mouth was occupied, so she just moved her palm around whatever she could: chest and abdomen. Becoming easily aroused again, Kendall whispered in a sexy voice, "Maybe I lied a little bit."

He discontinued sucking long enough to ask, "About what?" But he instantly resumed.

"Maybe eroticism is a small part of it."

Now, he looked up. "I'm afraid to ask what."

"Lick my pussy," she said seductively.

Mark immediately started to slide down to accommodate her, dragging his tongue on her skin, thinking there was nothing wrong with that.

Then she added, "Suck your cum out of it."

He halted when he reached her navel, rimming it. "What?"

Already pretty worked up himself, the concept of her request was further stimulating, even though the thought of it was not so much. Then he reasoned, how bad could it be? And here he was with a girl so beautiful any guy in his right mind would jump at the chance to suck cum out of her pussy, even if it wasn't his own. And yet, here she was with him, and only wanted him, so how could he possibly deny her?

To work up to it, Mark pulled the hood of her clit out with his thumb and forefinger, squeezed it together slightly then moved his fingers back and forth.

"Oh, that feels good!"

He then swathed the hood in saliva before turning his head slightly to press the hood between his lips and suck. It caused her body to jerk slightly, but he knew it wasn't in pain. Then, after the first couple of swipes with his tongue inside of her, he was so into it that he didn't even think about some of that liquid being his cum—until he had another thought. Without looking up, he asked, "So, you think this is erotic?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah," Kendall cooed.

He rubbed his mouth all over her pussy. "Then what do you think about this?" In one rapid motion he pulled himself up between her legs and pressed his lips drenched in a mixture of his and her cum to her mouth, kissing her more passionately than he ever had.

Her response came in the form of a very guttural groan followed by her tongue moving all around the inside and outside of his mouth, as though she was trying to scoop up as much of the mixture as she could.

Driven now by such unbridled passion, with a burst of adrenalin, Kendall rolled both of them over so that she was on top, grabbed hold of his pulsing pole of steel and rammed it into her molten vagina. She rode it like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco and he had to grasp her hips to prevent her from falling off.

Fortunately, she came quick and hard because the ferocity with which they were fucking was physically draining them fast. Because of this, and the fact that he had not yet come when she was finished, she considerately did not stop, but rather changed her movement from a taxing up and down to a hula hoop type swivel of her hips around his cock. To his surprise, he found it more stimulating and he blew his wad in no time.

When she felt his cock stop pulsing inside of her, she just fell off of him completely spent. Panting deeply, she managed to say, "Okay, so, that makes us two for two. I think we can report to our parents that we hit it off."

He smiled. "Yeah, but we might want to leave out some of the details."

"You think?"

"So, what do I report to my dad?" Mark wondered. "I mean, I was told that your mom was the one who wanted me to spend the evening with you because she thought one reason you didn't date much was because you hadn't spent much time with boys, and maybe a few hours with me might make you more comfortable around boys."

Kendall burst out into a real belly laugh. "That's almost exactly the reason I was given for you. You didn't date much, yada, yada, yada."

"Well, that might buy us more time together."

"How?"

"How was Kendall? Oh, kind of shy. We talked a little, but mostly watched TV."

"Got it."

They continued to lay facing one another, touching, but not in any stimulating manner, and before long both drifted off to sleep.

* * *

About the time Mark and Kendall began their kissing lessons, George and Donna arrived at his house. "Be it ever so humble," he said gesturing her in.

"There's no place like—" she started to complete the anecdote, but was forced to add, "Wow! What a home!"

"Come on, I'll give you the cook's tour. There was a small foyer that led back to the living area. To the left was a kitchen that opened to the living area and a dining area beyond.

"I love this openness," Donna commented.

To the right of the foyer was a hallway that led to the bedrooms. Immediately on the right was Mark's room.

"Is he really that neat?" Donna asked at how tidy the teen's room was.

"Yes. He took on much of the housekeeping responsibilities when his mother was ill, and fortunately, he has not given them up," George explained proudly.

"I hope that rubs off on Kendall."

"I thought girls were neat."

"She's just a typical teenager. Needs reminding."

Directly across the hall was the master bedroom. "I moved out when my wife took sick and I haven't gotten around to moving back."

Donna eyed him with mock suspicion. "Somehow, I think there's more to it."

"Guilty. I have no real excuse."

"You don't need one." She looked him in the eye. "At least not for me."

At the end of the hall was another bedroom. "This is the guest room, which I now occupy."

"Looks cozy," Donna remarked, sitting on the bed to adjust her shoe. In the process, her skirt rose showing off considerable thigh."

"And you make it look cozier," George noted with a hint of playfulness.

Donna laid back resting on her elbow, making no attempt to pull down her skirt. "So, what are you going to do about it?"

Nervously, he said, "I'm going to get us each a glass of wine and then we can discuss where we go from here."

When he returned a few minutes later, to his further surprise, Donna was laying much the same: on her side, her head resting in the palm of her hand held up by her elbow. But her attire had changed radically: she was now clad only in one of his dress shirts, the shirt tail barely covering her "tail," which was draped to entice, but not to reveal. Only a couple of buttons were fastened, with much of her breasts tantalizingly peeking out.

"Perhaps I wasn't clear when I said we should talk about where we go from here. I meant—"

"I know what you meant," Donna said seductively. "I chose to interpret it differently."

"Well, may I say I like your definition better." George said, the edginess still in his voice.

"I though you might," she responded with a knowing smile. "Now, come here so I can show you where we are going from here."

George eased onto the bed, and when he was within range, she pulled his head to hers guiding their lips together. Even though they had kissed before, it had been different because at those times they knew it could never go further. Now, knowing where it was going, there was a greater thrill to it.

"Am I being too aggressive?" Donna asked.

"Well, I haven't gone this far in a very long time, so you feel free to lead the way."

And so she did. Donna started with another kiss, this one wet. She moved her mouth from side to side with her tongue in exploration mode. In the process of rolling him onto his back and her on top, she could feel his cock and could tell that it was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. The poor man probably had so much sex built up inside that he was ready to burst. She knew that if she didn't give him some release he'd never settle down and make the rest of this evening enjoyable.

She sat up straddling his abdomen and slowly unbuttoned his shirt (the one he was wearing). While doing that, he reached up and undid his shirt (the one she was wearing). She felt his cock pulse when her tits were fully exposed, and she feared that maybe he had already blown his load. Therefore, she kissed her trail down his chest and abdomen at a quicker pace than she originally intended. Deftly, she undid his belt and zipper as she felt him kicking off his shoes. That made it easy to remove his pants and underwear.

To her relief, he had not ejaculated, but had let loose a fair amount of pre-cum that wet both his cock head and a section of his lower abdomen. He had a beautiful cock: about seven inches and fairly straight with an appropriate circumference to his length. She lifted it from its resting place on his stomach, licking the puddle of pre-cum that had collected, then cleaned the head of its residue. Next she bathed his shaft in saliva as he whimpered in response. For good measure, she sucked one testicle in her mouth then the other,

Then, with one final lubricating layer of saliva on his shaft, Donna virtually inhaled his cock all the way to the root in one motion. Based on the indescribable noise he emitted, she would have loved to see the look on his face. Certainly his eyes were probably ready to pop out. She drew back slowly, licking the glans and pee hole with her tongue, then went back down at the same pace. Holding his balls in one of her hands to gauge when he was ready to shoot, she continued to deep throat him.

After only five or six swallows, George's moans became more urgent and his balls began to tighten. Donna timed her movement to where her mouth arrived at his mushroom just as he unloaded, which he did with such force she couldn't swallow it all. What she didn't just oozed down her lower lip and chin. When he finally finished, she figured she had swallowed only about half.

Then to her complete surprise, he pulled her up to him and kissed her passionately with his cum still on her lips. She wasn't sure he realized it was there until he kissed all around her mouth and chin, effectively cleaning it all off.

Donna was already very turned on, but that unexpected gesture made her hotter. She had intended the blow job as a release of steam so he could build back up slowly. But to her surprise, he still had a raging boner, so she grabbed it and shoved it into her hot, yearning pussy, hoping that he would last. Fearing that he would not, she fucked him fast, even though this was not the way she wanted their lovemaking to go.

Looking down at George's face, Donna saw that he was smiling so she did likewise, going so far as to cup his face. In it, she noticed that it was more than just two people fucking; there was something more. Still, it felt so good to have a cock in her pussy again, particularly one that fit her perfectly. That it was George made it all the better. Concentrating solely on the sensation of his shaft rubbing the inner walls of her vagina was all it took to bring her to the edge. She exploded with an orgasm more powerful than any she could ever remember having, and amid the countless emotions that she was currently experiencing, she knew she had found her soul mate.

"Damn, that was good," George exclaimed, as his breathing gradually returned to normal.

"Yes, it was," Donna agreed.

He was laying on his back; she was on her side facing him, so close her breast was resting on his chest and her leg was draped over his just below his deflated cock.

"But I have a bit of bad news," George said somberly. "I'm never letting you go."

Her instant of fear quickly turned to amusement. "Just based on one good fuck?"

"No," he responded, grinning. "That was the icing on the cake, the exclamation point at the end of the sentence, the final agreement that clinched the deal. You are as perfect a woman as I could ever hope to find. My only concern is whether you feel the same."

Donna briefly toyed with the idea of teasing him as he had her, but dismissed the notion. "I do feel the same. But as you know, I don't have the best record with men. I always want to believe it's not me, but . . ."

"Yes, there is that to consider," George mused, playfully. "But I'm willing to take the chance if you are."

"I am!" With that, she glued her lips to his and they kissed as passionately as they ever had, and yet, it was a kiss like none they had ever had, as though their profession of a continuing relationship gave more significance to this gesture of affection.

George rolled her over onto her back and continued kissing her while easing into a squatting position. He then rotated himself around so the he was above her head, then he kissed his way down her neck to her tit, stopping to suck her nipple. He straightened his body out and Donna was able to reach over her head to stroke his cock back to hardness. With his free hand he reached down to finger her still wet pussy and he felt her nibbling on his chest, though she couldn't quite reach his nipple.

The feel of her pussy became more of an allure so he continued kissing his way down until his tongue was able to replace his finger on her clitoris. As he lapped at the delectable cum cocktail, he suddenly felt his cock become engulfed in warm, wet softness, and he knew instantly that Donna had taken his rod in her mouth.

Ah, 69. George couldn't remember the last time he had been engaged in the classic position. Giving and receiving at the same time; what a feeling! But they did little more than clean each other's genitalia with their tongues before moving on.

So far, everything George and Donna had done sexually was fun and exciting. But now he wanted to make love to her—really make love to her. So, as difficult as it was, he tore himself away from her sweet pussy and moved back up on top of her in the classic missionary position. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, soft but not urgent, then with a mental image, guided his cock blindly into her waiting pussy. Whether he would have made it or not didn't matter because her hand was there to make certain his aim was true. As his shaft slid slowly in, he relished the feeling that was like nothing else in the world. With gentle motion he began pumping. He gazed lovingly into her eyes and she returned the look. To complete the total emotion, their lips met once more and she wrapped her arms around him.




In Step Ch. 03



This was much more than sex and they both knew by the look in each other's eyes that this was a very special coupling. Neither rushed to climax, but the sheer emotion of the act had them coming together in a calm, sensual orgasm. Their kiss continued long after climax subsided.

George and Donna remained in each other's arms for a long time. His emotions were running so high he wanted desperately to tell her he loved her, for he really did. But something in the back of his mind prevented him, as though it was too early in their relationship. Still, he felt it and he knew it in his heart.

Donna's feelings were running a similar course, and even though George was so far different—in a better way—than anyone else she had ever dated, she feared expressing too much of her feelings at this time might jinx her. She knew she was falling in love with him, but to reveal such emotions after the glorious lovemaking they had just enjoyed could be perceived as the euphoria that follows the act and the meaningless words that people so often spout at such a time.

But she did feel comfortable saying: "You said before you're never letting me go; well, right now, I have no desire to go anywhere."

"Then don't."

"Would that be wise with our children at my house?"

"Well, I don't know about Kendall, but I don't think it would come as a surprise to Mark what we're doing here. I mean, if you didn't go home until morning."

"No, it definitely would not be a surprise to Kendall either. Still, I hate to displace Mark from his own bed. We'll have to plan this better next time. Or at least, make better arrangements for them."

"I guess you're right."

But she detected the disappointment in his voice. "I'm sorry. Have I let you down?"

"Absolutely not. Tonight has greatly exceeded my expectations. And more than that, there will be many more evenings like this."

"I love your positive attitude."

"Do you want me to take you home now?"

She grinned sheepishly. "Not just yet."

To be sure, they made love two more times before departing, and when they arrived at Donna's house, they snuck in quietly, ostensibly not to awaken them if they were sleeping, but also curious to see what they would find . . .



In Step Ch. 04



Kendall trudged into the kitchen late morning on Saturday to find her mother bent over rummaging through a cabinet. Donna was adorned only in one of her usual light, thigh-length robes, and in that position, her pussy and ass were ripe for the taking. Prior to last night, the teen would have availed herself of the opportunity; however, this morning, after last night's unexpected activities, she didn't find herself in need.

"Now there's a side of you we haven't seen before," the daughter remarked.

Donna merely turned her head around without straightening up and wiggled her ass in response.

"What are you doing up so early?" Kendall asked sleepily.

"It's nearly eleven."

"Oh."

Mother finally stood up and faced her daughter, who was wearing only bikini panties and a spaghetti strap top that clearly outlined her round tits and was sheer enough to show her darker areola and pointed nipples. "I hope you didn't go to bed like that last night with Mark here."

"No, I decided to put clothes on this morning," Kendall joked. She'd really only dressed to hide the dried semen on her skin. "So, what time did you get in?" She asked to change the subject, although she knew exactly when her mother arrived home because something had awakened her and Mark only minutes before the parents opened the front door. The teens scrambled to put clothes on. What Kendall had on now was all she could manage to slip on. Mark jumped into his jeans sans underwear—which he had stuffed between her mattress and box springs—his t-shirt and socks, and dove onto the sofa to feign sleep just as the key slid into the lock.

"One-ish," Donna grinned slyly.

Her daughter's eyes widened and a big smile lit up her face. "You got laid!"

The older woman neither confirmed nor denied her child's statement, but her grin became bigger.

"So, how was he?" Kendall wanted to know.

Still, Donna remained silent.

"Oh, for goodness sakes, mom, we lick each other's pussies; can you not answer my question?"

"I guess you're right," Donna conceded. "He was very good. Best I can remember having." But for some reason, the woman still felt awkward discussing it, so it was her turn to change the subject. "What about you? What did you and Mark do?"

"Oh, we fucked our brains out too."

"You're in a cocky mood this morning," her mother noted.

What an apt description, Kendall thought—for both of them. Get a little cock; you get cocky. "Actually, it was a fairly dull evening. He's not much of a talker so we mostly watched movies and ordered a pizza."

"Well, sorry, if it was a boring evening for you. I guess he's just shy around girls."

If you only knew, Kendall thought with a smirk. "It wasn't a terrible evening, mom. At least he's a nice guy, very polite."

"Well, that's something. How bad did he ogle over your beautiful body?"

"Oh, he definitely looked—quite a bit. But you know, coming from him, it was . . . I don't know . . . different—almost as though it was more admiration than the mental undressing you get from most guys." She shrugged. "I almost enjoyed it from him."

"Wow," Donna said, with raised eyebrows. It wasn't exactly the result of the evening she had hoped for from her daughter, but it was a step in the right direction. "So, does that mean you would spend more time with him?"

"Why? Are you and George going out again tonight?" Kendall began the question with excitement, but quickly checked herself and made it sound more anticipated.

"No, but he asked if we might want to do something tomorrow. Do you have any plans?"

"I don't know. I'd have to check my calendar," the teen answered flippantly.

"There you go again."

Ignoring the remark, Kendall asked, "What did he want to do?"

"He didn't have anything in mind. He just thought it would be fun to have a planned get together."

"Last week was planned, wasn't it?"

"It was for us, not for you and Mark."

"But you don't really have anything planned for tomorrow, so it's not really planned."

"It is insofar as you know we'll be doing something with them, smart ass."

Kendall smirked trying desperately to think of something to do that would allow her and Mark to be together alone, but nothing came to mind, except, "I don't mind doing something, but I don't want to just sit out on the lakefront for several hours and watch the water. But if you and George want to do something alone so you can, you know, have your way with him, that's okay too."

"No, no, we really want to do something with you and Mark."

"Did you have anything in mind?"

"Not really. Want to give it some thought?"

"I will."

* * *

Once again, at about the same time, a similar scene was playing out at another home.

"Whoa, down boy," George said as his son entered the kitchen.

A hazy-eyed Mark looked down at his massive hard pointing straight out nearly pushing through the boxer shorts he had slept in. He adjusted it so that it was merely a bulge. "Sorry, dad."

"That for Kendall?"

"What? No," Mark answered with a cringe. He quickly realized it sounded too defensive and added more casually, "Just my morning wood."

"Didn't realize you had such a big branch hanging off the old trunk."

"Okay, enough with the tree analogies." He spied the two wine glasses on the counter next to the sink. "How'd it go last night? Looks like you made it here."

"Everything went very well," George answered proudly.

"She good in bed?"

"Mark!" George said in a how-dare-you-ask-me-that tone.

"Dad!" Mark shot back in the same tone. "It's a yes or no question. I'm not asking for details—unless you just want to give them."

George sighed. "Yes."

"Okay, so you don't want to give details."

"How did you make out with Kendall?"

Make out doesn't begin to describe it, Mark wanted to say. "It was tolerable. We just mostly watched TV and ordered a pizza."

George nodded. "Did you talk?"

"A little; nothing substantial."

"She talk about boys much?"

With a shrug, Mark said, "Just that she didn't really care for any of the ones at her school; said they just didn't treat girls like she wanted to be treated."

"Then you should have been a welcomed change."

"Well, I'm sure I was a gentleman, but she didn't say anything."

"So, were you all to hell bored?"

Mark was careful to play it down. "It was okay. At least she's something to look at when there's nothing else to do," he added with a smirk.

"Does that mean you wouldn't mind spending more time with her?"

"Does that mean you're going out again tonight?" He hoped that didn't sound too eager.

"No, I'm not. Donna and I thought it might be fun if we all did something tomorrow."

"Oh, like what?"

"We didn't have anything in mind. Donna is going to talk to Kendall and I'll call her later for us to decide."

"Sure, dad, whatever you want to do."

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"I'll give it some thought." Preferably something outdoors so the women will dress down, he thought.

* * *

A while later, after lunch, while showering, Mark thought long and hard about what type of activity the four of them could do that might give he and Kendall some time alone, but nothing really came to mind. Just thinking about that beautiful girl, her incredible body and the amazing sex they'd had brought back his raging hard on, and instead of focusing on an idea for Sunday's outing, all he could do was lather up his burning cock and stroke it until he sprayed the shower stall wall in a satisfying orgasm.

Afterward, while dressing, his cell phone rang. He was surprised that it was Kendall, but he probably shouldn't have been.

After an exchange of greetings, she said, "I can't stop thinking about last night."

"Me, too."

"I've already masturbated twice."

"Once for me."

"Really? Cool. Have you and your dad talked yet?"

"You mean about tomorrow?"

"Yes. I was trying to think of some way we could be alone."

"So have I, but I haven't come up with anything."

"Neither have I."

"Let's brainstorm. I told my mom I didn't want to just hang out at the lakefront again, but maybe if we did, we could pretend to go for a walk."

"Except that there is nowhere out there that is secluded," Mark countered.

"Yeah, you're right," Kendall agreed."

"But you're on the right track. Where could we walk off and find a secluded spot?"

"Would have to be in the woods or a forested area."

"Yes!" Mark exclaimed, "you're right! On the other side of the lake; the state park; miles of hiking trails."

"Of course," Kendall agreed. "That's perfect. We could tell them we want to go on a picnic. And then we could go for a hike."

"But what if they want to come with us?"

"That may be a chance we'll have to take. But—I don't know how it went with your dad this morning—but my mom is still concerned about us spending time with each other so you can get comfortable with girls and me with boys, so if we say we want to go for a hike, they might just be happy to let us go."

Mark pondered that notion for a second. "I think you're right."

"Okay, then let's tell them we want to go on a picnic."

"We can't both tell them. They might get suspicious."

"True. You want to?"

"No, you do it," Mark suggested. "I'll just tell my dad I haven't thought of anything and suggest he go ahead and call your mom. Then she can throw out your idea to him and I'll agree when he asks me."

"Sounds like a plan," Kendall said excitedly. "Give me about fifteen minutes."

"Will do. See you tomorrow."

"Can't wait."

* * *

Living up to his gentlemanly reputation, Mark held open the car doors for Donna and Kendall when he and George picked them up Sunday morning for their picnic. The act was not so noble on Mark's part as much as it was the result of seeing the two beauties as they exited their home. Both were dressed almost identical to the previous Sunday: short shorts and tank top for Donna, short blue jean skirt (yes!) and tank top for Kendall. Though the skirt was really not appropriate for a picnic in the woods—a point mother had twice made to daughter—Mark had absolutely no complaints. Thus his instant gentlemanly motive: he held the front passenger door for Donna and the rear right-side door for Kendall. As he walked around the vehicle to take his own place behind his dad's driver seat he grinned slyly to himself over his cleverness. From his position, he could see Donna through the front bucket seats, and of course, he was sitting nearly next to Kendall.

And the girl did not disappoint. She angled her body toward him, crossed her left leg over her right, which exposed nearly all of her left thigh damn near up to her ass. When he looked up at her, she merely smiled seductively, which told him she was intentionally being brazen.

When George turned around to ask the teens if they were ready, Mark was amused to see his dad's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he glimpsed Kendall. The parent momentarily lost his train of thought at the sight, but quickly recovered and said, "This is a wonderful idea, Kendall. I love the state park and a picnic is perfect for such a beautiful day. I even happen to know an ideal spot that is secluded enough so we can have it all to ourselves." He turned back forward and started the engine without seeing the girl's eyes widen in anticipation.

Even though in short shorts, Donna was probably showing more leg than her daughter was with the skirt, and regardless that the mother's legs were great to watch, somehow for Mark, the fact that she was in shorts made them less exciting to look at than looking at a female's legs in a skirt. Mark attempted to rationalize that concept in his mind—not that it mattered—and all he could come up with was that with shorts, you were seeing all that you were going to see, but with a skirt, there was always the possibility of seeing more. What an asshole thought; exactly the kind that gave Kendall her attitude toward guys. He had to make certain he kept those notions to himself.

As the one hour drive began, Mark realized that he might have outfoxed himself. Having to watch these two gorgeous creatures for so long could drive him crazy.

"So, Mark," Donna said, nearly startling him, "I hear you're good in school."

"I try," he answered for lack of anything better.

"I think you're being modest," she suggested. "What's your best subject?"

"I guess, English." This was embarrassing, Mark thought.

"Oh, that's my worst subject," Kendall admitted. "And finals are coming up." She gave Mark a helpless look.

Feeling as though he had been set up, Mark offered, "I could help you, if you like." He saw his dad and Donna shoot each other a look of surprise.

"Wow, that would be nice." Kendall sounded genuinely appreciative. "You really wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," he responded, imagining the possibilities.

"Mom, would you mind if Mark came over after school one day?"

"Of course, not," Donna said. "If he can get you through English, I'm all for it. Thanks, Mark, we really appreciate this."

"Oh, no problem. Anything else you need help with, Kendall?"

"English is the only subject I really have trouble with. Math, I'm a little bit better, but if you want to work with me on that, I wouldn't try to stop you. Other than that, I do well."

Everyone chuckled about her math statement.

"Tell you what, Mark," this from his dad. "You can start using your mom's car, if you like."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"It needs to be used," George noted. "Sitting up is not doing it any good."

"Wow. Thanks, dad."

"No one has used her car in over a year?" Donna questioned, trying to hold down her surprise.

"We've kept it operational," George explained. "But, I don't know, we just haven't . . . anyway, we're trying to put all of that behind us and it's time we start putting it to use."

Conversation was intermittent during the remainder of the drive with a wide range of topics being discussed, though nothing of any substance. They arrived at the state park, driving along the main road from the entrance, and then George turned on an unmarked road and drove a ways, before turning again onto a dirt road and going a bit further. Finally, he came to a stop.

"Do we want to know how you know about this spot?" Donna asked.

"I'll never tell," George joked, and then added, "Actually, this used to be where the Boy Scouts' camped in the rough when I was a teen. Someone later donated some land to them somewhere else and they stopped using this. But apparently, not too many people remember this area so it stays mostly unused."

"That sounds like a campfire story," Donna remarked, tongue-in-cheek.

Everyone laughed as they exited the car and set up their picnic area. Once that was all done, it was too early to eat lunch, so they each grabbed the Pepsi of their choice and settled on a couple of fallen tree trunks.

"So, Mr. George," Kendall began.

But he interrupted her. "We're all friends here, Kendall. Please just call me George."

"Likewise for you, Mark," Donna offered.

"Okay, well then, George," Kendall went on, "is it true what you said about this area?"

"It is."

"Then why do so few people know about it?"

"Not long after the Boy Scouts stopped using it, the entire state park was closed due to budget cuts," George explained. "When it reopened several years later, it was with a new staff and apparently no one knew about this section."

"How come we never came here, dad?"

"Well, Mark, you know your mother, she was not the outdoorsy type."

"You're right about that."

"Are we safe here?" Donna asked with some concern. "I mean, if something were to happen to us and the park rangers don't even know about this place, no one would ever come looking for us."

"We're not that far from anything that we couldn't be found," George reassured. "We have cell signals." He held up his phone to show good reception. "A lot of my old friends still come here. And the hiking trails come pretty near because there's a waterfall and a little lake nearby. We used to swim in it. Wished I'd thought of it; we could have brought swim suits."

"It's a shame we didn't all know each other better," Kendall remarked, "or we could go skinny-dipping."

Though no one was bold enough to comment, there was more agreement to that idea than anyone was willing to say, except Donna. "And on that note, I think it's time for lunch."

So they did: sandwiches and chips supplied by the guys, potato salad and fruits from the girls; nothing fancy; and more insignificant conversation.

All the while, Kendall had been attempting to figure how she could talk to Mark alone so they could plan their hike. There never was an opportunity, even as they were picking up after lunch. Every time she would get near enough even to whisper, one of the parents would pass by. It was becoming quite frustrating, and she thought she saw a similar mood on Mark's face.

"Donna and I are going for a little hike," George mentioned.

Not only did the statement catch the teens off guard, but it was further perplexing that the adults seemed to want to go alone. Regardless, it was the opportunity Kendall was looking for so she corralled her wits and casually said, "Go ahead, we'll mind the fort."

Catching a look from Kendall, Mark agreed.

When their parents were out of range, Kendall went to Mark, but still whispered just in case, "Did you find that as strange as I did?"

"Yeah, they didn't invite us along."

"What do you think that means?"

"Well, it would seem they want to be alone," Mark said, stating the obvious.

"But, why?"

With a look of stupefaction, he asked, "Why did you want us to go off alone?"

"Yes. Let's follow them."

"Are you kidding? We have this time alone. Why waste it?"

"Aw, come on. It'll be fun. Our parents acting like a couple of teenagers." Without waiting for a response, knowing he would follow her, Kendall headed off after them.

With an exasperated sigh, Mark was on her tail—but now how he wanted to be. Still, it was fun watching her walk through the woods in the short jean skirt. He reached out and grabbed her hem to slow her down. She stopped and turned sharply.

"You're making too much noise," he cautioned. "They'll hear us."

"Oops." She stood aside to let him lead.

Well, that backfired, Mark realized. Now, he couldn't watch her from behind.

They walked cautiously and quietly for about 20 minutes, perhaps a half-mile when Mark thought he heard a high-pitched sound. He stopped, turned to Kendall and put his forefinger to his lips in the standard shushing gesture. Hearing it again, he approached a large, small-car-sized, slanted boulder, deciding the sound was coming from its other side. Peering carefully over the top of the rock he saw a small clearing about ten feet below. At the other end, back leaning against a similarly angled boulder, was Donna, his dad's lips pressed firmly onto hers, his hands pawing at her voluptuous tits like he was working the controls of a video game.

"Oh, wow!" Kendall whispered as she witnessed the erotic scene before her.

Donna's back was arched against the rock, her magnificent breasts thrusting out, as George's hands went underneath her tank top exposing the round boobs to fresh air. She then lifted her arms up and he removed the top and bra completely, laying them on another, smaller rock nearby.

"Gee, look at those tits!" Mark whispered in awe.

"Yeah, they are something, aren't they?" Kendall agreed.

Donna then turned George around so that his back was against the boulder, and she set about undoing and removing his shirt. She nibbled on is nipples and he had to stifle the roar he wanted to release. Pressing her lips to his in a wet kiss, her hand went down to the huge bulge in his shorts, stroking it through the material.




In Step Ch. 04



Kendall drew in her breath excitedly over her mom's actions, then moved around Mark flattening herself against the boulder for a better look.

Now squatting, Donna worked on getting George's shorts and underwear down and off.

"What a cock!" Kendall quietly exclaimed as George's sprang free. An eight-inch spike, she estimated, also thinking she'd like to try it out.

"Whoa!" was Mark's equally impressed comment on his father's tool. "I had no idea he was packing that."

The teens knew what was coming next and couldn't wait. Donna did not disappoint, drooling spit down George's shaft then lubricating it as she slid it into her mouth and down her throat in one slow, erotic move. She went up and down several times at the same measured pace.

"This is the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Kendall remarked.

"I think the best is yet to come," Mark noted. He eased behind Kendall, his own cock hard as the rocks that surrounded them, pressing into her rear.

"Yeah, that's it," Kendall encouraged.

Meanwhile, in the clearing, the adults swapped positions again, and George wasted no time in sliding Donna's shorts and panties down and off.

Mark found it somewhat amusing seeing the two parents completely naked except for their shoes. Still, not to take anything away from Kendall, but her mother was the hottest woman he had ever seen, even surpassing his gorgeous mother, whom he had never seen completely nude. Boy, would he like to fuck Donna.

When George squatted to jab his tongue into Donna's juicy, wet pussy, Kendall couldn't help but reach around to fondle Mark's solid boner through his jeans. The teens could even hear the slurping noises rising from below. But that didn't last long. George rose slowly, his steel cock angled upward. In anticipation, Donna's legs edged apart, and almost as though it had been choreographed, his cock continued upward, its aim true, and slid right up and into her pussy all the way.

"This is way better than fucking porno," Kendall commented, her hand now blindly, undoing Mark's pants and zipper. Leaning on the rock for support, she used both hands to pull his jeans down far enough down to free his cock, then grabbed hold of it and guided it into her waiting snatch after pulling the crotch of her panties aside. Thus, the method to her madness wearing a skirt on a picnic. Mark then matched his dad stroke for stroke.

Her eyes glued to the action below, Kendall whispered urgently, "Fuck me, Mark. This is the most incredible fucking thing I've ever seen!"

Mark had to admit to himself that watching his dad fuck an angel while he fucked an angel was way more erotic than anything he could remember seeing in porno movies. Additionally, in his own mind, he was fucking Kendall and her mother simultaneously and it wouldn't take him long to blow his wad. He wondered what the odds were of the four of them all coming at the same time. But that was not going to happen because the teens had additional stimulation the adults did not. As it was, Kendall was already starting a breathy whimper and his own balls were starting to churn.

The parents had the advantage of thinking they were alone, and though they were keeping their noise to a minimum, both were still allowing some of their emotion to escape verbally in the form of moans, grunts, even some expletives. 

Those additional sounds tipped Kendall over the edge and the poor thing had her mouth covered with both hands to prevent any of her own sounds from escaping as she came hard. By chain reaction, Mark followed, his hose spraying her pussy in a gush of cum, his face buried in her back to muffle any noise he made.

Strangely, the adults were reaching their crescendo below. The teens watched George lift Donna's legs into his arms and hold her up against the boulder as he plowed his dick into her as though he was attempting to open the rock with a jackhammer.

The kids wished they hadn't come so soon because the sight of George's cock sliding its full length in and out of Donna's soaked pussy—as evidenced by the shine on his shaft—was nearly enough to get the teens going again. Unfortunately, Mark's shriveling shaft slid out of Kendall's come-filled vagina, and was replaced by her finger.

The tone of George's grunting signaled his climax and the expression on his face indicated he was filling Donna's pussy. But she hadn't come yet so he kept up his thrusting until she did moments later.

Kendall came again seconds later at the sight of semen and pussy juice being forced out of her mother's vagina by George's continued pumping.

Slowly, George let Donna's legs down, cum dribbling down her legs. She bent down and licked a dollop off his cock head. He then leaned against the rock next to her as the two allowed themselves a few minutes to recover.

Mark quickly pulled up his pants. "We need to get back or they won't be far behind."

"That was the most awesome sex I ever saw or had, Mark. I don't think I can walk."

He turned her around, squatted, grabbed her legs and pulled her up onto his back allowing her to ride. Walking gingerly at first, when he felt he was far enough away, he double-timed it back to their picnic area, Kendall all the while extolling the thrill and excitement of what they had just witnessed and participated in. All he did was agree with her periodically, but what neither spoke aloud was the desire they each had to fuck the other's parent.

* * *

If the teens hadn't known better, the picture their parents presented upon their return could have been attributable to a strenuous hike. As it was, it was all Mark and Kendall could do not to laugh at the adults' disheveled appearance. The former two had arrived back in time to use napkins to clean themselves off—Kendall even had one stuffed in her panties to prevent drippage—grab Pepsi's and take their same seats on the log.

There was no evidence of cum trickling down Donna's legs so Kendall wondered what method the adults had used to clean themselves. She had a mental image of George licking it all off of her mother and started to get horny again.

"You guys have been sitting here all this time?" George asked.

"Nothing else to do," Mark answered intentionally sounding bored.

Kendall picked up on it. "Yeah, I've had so much Pepsi I'm about to float."

"Why didn't you go for a walk of your own?" George wanted to know.

"Well, you said we were in a secluded area, so we didn't want to risk getting lost." Mark really played it up.

"Where's the nearest restroom?" Kendal asked, sounding urgent.

"We'll have to drive up to the main area," George said. "We could probably all stand to freshen up."

Mark and Kendall merely looked at each other and had to fight back a giggle.

A while later, in the Ladies restroom, Kendall toyed with the idea of asking her mother if she and George had had sex instead of really going on a hike, but in the end the teen decided that she and Mark had concocted this entire outing in hopes of being alone to do exactly what the parents had done, so why badger the woman.

After use of the facilities, the group decided to remain in the main area. They rented paddle boats with the usual pairing riding side to side for a while before drifting apart. When the teens were far enough away from their parents and other boats, Kendall, who had allowed her skirt to rise up to her crotch, much to Mark's visual satisfaction, reached over to fondle his semi-erect cock through his pants. When she had him good and hard, she took it out and stroked him with a saliva-coated palm to an ejaculation. She was even careful to capture his semen in her hand where she slurped it up with her tongue, then rinsed her hand by dragging it in the water.

Next, she took his hand and fed his fingers to her yearning pussy. He brought her to orgasm just in time for them to get themselves back together before their parents approached to signal a return to the dock.

After ice cream in the late afternoon, they drove home. The tiring day had the teens nodding off during the ride and they gradually leaned over onto one another, Kendall's head finding purchase on Mark's shoulder and his head resting atop hers.

When Donna noticed the adolescents, she smiled warmly and quietly directed George's attention to the rear. It brought a grin to his face also and he gave a thumbs up, his expression echoing Donna's sentiment. Both were extremely pleased that their children seemed to be getting along very well.

* * *

She was already waiting for him when he arrived in the lunchroom. George's heart beat a little faster when he saw her—as it always did. He took the seat across the table from her instead of beside her because they weren't ready for coworkers to know they were dating. They weren't keeping it a secret, just not broadcasting it. A big smile lit up her face.

"I had such a good time yesterday," he couldn't help saying.

"So did I," she agreed enthusiastically, patting his hand, then quickly glancing around to make sure no one had seen. It didn't appear anyone had. "What was your favorite part?" she asked sheepishly, as though she knew the answer.

"You have to ask?" George queried, feigning hurt feelings. He pretended to think a moment. "It had to be the paddle boats."

"What?"

"Just kidding," he grinned. "Of course, it was the"—he cleared his throat—"hike."

"That's better."

"Do you think the kids suspected anything?" George wondered.

"Well, Kendall asked why we didn't invite them. She pretended she was put out. I apologized, said we hadn't intended to leave them out," Donna explained. "Then I cleverly turned it on her and said I was sorry to have left her alone with Mark again. She didn't have a comeback for that and backed off, which I thought was very interesting."

"That's about what I got out of Mark." George shrugged. "Maybe we've forced them together too much. After all, that was three times in one week. Perhaps we should back off."

"I'm not so sure I agree that we've forced them," Donna said pensively. "Kendall didn't complain one bit about Friday night. I mean she tried to make sound unexciting, but if she had really been put out, she would have let me have it. And then, Mark offered to tutor her in English; no one forced him or put him on the spot. At least, it seemed that way to me."

"You're right about that," George agreed. "And he hasn't said anything about it, certainly hasn't complained as though he'd gotten himself into something he didn't want to do."

"And Kendall eagerly accepted his offer," Donna added. "And did you notice how close they were sitting when we returned from the hike? I mean, they weren't touching, but it was much closer than I would have expected."

"Yes, I remember."

"Then, they automatically got into the paddle boat together."

"Oh, they probably just assumed we would want to ride together."

"But still, neither said anything, and they even paddled away from us for a while. Then on the way home they both fell asleep against each other . . ."

"So, you think there's something going on?"

"It's just very curious," Donna said with a shrug. "Makes me almost feel as though I should get home early tomorrow for their first study session."

George grimaced. "It's your house so you can do what you want, but I would advise against it. I trust Mark and I wouldn't want to betray that based on circumstantial evidence."

"You're right. And I feel the same about Kendall."

"So, you think they really like each other and are just playing it down?" George mused.

"Could be," Donna said. "Particularly since we've made no secret of the fact we don't want them to date."

"But they have also said they didn't want to because it would be weird what with us dating."

"Things change," Donna warned.

"Would we stop them if they really did want to date?" George wondered. "Could we?"

"I don't know. If they did really want to date it just happened so fast."

"Maybe."

"Are we moving too fast?" Donna wanted to know.

"What is too fast?" George posed. "What is regular speed? Is there a gauge?"

"If there is, mine must have gotten lost in the mail."

"Well, I enjoy being with you whenever I can and I count the minutes until we're together again. If that's fast, well . . ."

"Then it's fast," Donna completed for him. "I feel the same, I truly do."

"Then I guess we set our own pace."

Hesitantly, Donna asked, "If I'm not being too forward, when can we get together again?"

"As soon as you like."

"I'd like to say tonight or tomorrow while they're studying," Donna said with a grin, "but realistically, I guess we should wait until Friday. Don't want the kids to start feeling we're abandoning them."

"And if they want to get together Friday also?" George asked the question on both of their minds.

Twisting her mouth, Donna answered, "How hypocritical would we be if we tried to stop it? I mean, this all began with them because we wanted them to like each other, and we wanted them to use each other to become comfortable with the opposite sex."

"I agree. We'll just have to deal with anything as it comes up. Besides, with what you hear about some teenagers today, if Mark and Kendall have to date, dating each other might be the safest thing for us."

"Well, I just wouldn't want anything they do to come between us, so I'm content to just let them think we don't want them to date."



In Step Ch. 05



At first she thought it was an amazing transformation, and then she realized that maybe it was just the real her coming out. However, in the end, Kendall really wasn't certain what it was.

Between her mother's experiences with men and her own meager ones, she had gone through her early dating years having a very low opinion of men and boys; so much so that she had turned to women. Her mother had given her all the sex she felt she needed at the time and a dildo had given her the penetration effect. Still, she never considered herself a lesbian, thinking herself more bisexual, even though she had never experienced, nor had any desire to experience, the other side.

Then along comes Mark, and like instantly deciding you want meat for dinner instead of fish, she suddenly can't get enough cock.

Kendall started out thinking it was the lesbian sex, and then considered that it was incest, and then decided it was the erotica. Now, she just didn't know and wasn't sure it really mattered.

All Kendall did know was that she couldn't wait until after school for their "study" session. She had texted him once to make certain they were still on; he responded affirmatively. She wanted to text him more, perhaps little seductive remarks, as though doing so would make the boring school day pass quicker. But she resisted, fearing she might overdo it with him.

Finally, the hour arrived. Kendall toyed with the idea of greeting him naked or in a sexy nightgown (there were a couple of her mother's she could wear), but she opted to wear his favorite blue jean skirt and a low-cut, button-up blouse.

So excited was she that the echo of his knock on the door had not faded before she opened the door.

Mark had prepared himself not to be too surprised when he saw her, certain she would be dressed to allure. He'd sensed her eagerness in her text message and tried to contain his own with his response. But he was just as anxious for this afternoon to arrive as he figured she was, and somehow, he knew there was more going on between them than met the eye.

She pulled him in, closed the door and gave him a big hug. "I'm so glad to see you again."

"It's only been two days," he noted, pretending it was nothing. However, he couldn't maintain the deceit. "But I am also."

Kendall was beaming as she led him into the living room where they sat on the sofa. She had Pepsi's set out for them and handed him is.

Slowly, Mark took a couple of sips, using the time to also steal looks at Kendall's hot body. She sat with one leg folded on the sofa, the other on the floor, and both were spread as wide as the hem of her blue jean skirt would stretch. Her upper body was bent slightly toward him held up by her forearms on her lap. He was somewhat amused that she was giving him any view he wanted—either up her skirt or down her top—now that they were intimate. He couldn't decide which was better: having to sneak peeks or having it given to him.

"So, how bad are you really in English?"

"Not bad really," Kendall giggled. "I could be much better if I really applied myself."

"Why don't you?" Mark asked as though he couldn't understand why she didn't apply herself.

She shrugged. "It's not one of my favorite subjects."

He nodded. "So, you really don't need my help."

"I guess the short answer is no," Kendall replied, reaching out to rub her palm along his forearm. "But maybe your help could get me motivated to do better."

"What areas do you need motivation?"

"Conjugation." With a smirk, Kendall added, "Maybe not so much motivation as help."

He instantly realized she was toying with him, which didn't bother him because he liked where it was going. "Okay, well, let's hit the books. Where are they?"

"In my bedroom."

"Ah, of course."

* * *

Even though she had said she would not, Donna found it extremely difficult to convince herself that she should stay at work and not slip away early to get home while Kendall and Mark were studying. She had been questioning her motive all day long: was she attempting to "catch" them, and if so, catch them at what?

She had convinced herself that the two teens were more attracted to one another than they let on. If she discovered that to be true, then what would she do? Anything or nothing? Would simply knowing that she was right give her some kind of satisfaction, and if so, would that be enough? If not, what would she do next? 

How dangerous could this be to herself, to Kendall, to George?

Donna could not answer any of these questions in her mind. She could only torment herself with the possibilities. At least knowing would give her some peace of mind, even though it might unleash greater fears and concerns. Those, she realized as she grabbed her purse and left her office, would just be the chance she would have to take and she would have to deal with the results accordingly.

* * *

Kendall stood, took Mark's hand and led him off. He took a seat at the foot of her bed. Of course there were no books to be found, but she did make a show of pretending to look for them. She stepped over to her desk and bent over, exposing her legs completely and nearly revealing her beautiful rear, feigning to rummage through drawers. She turned around to go through more drawers but facing him this time, and a button that had been buttoned was now magically undone allowing her generous bosom to spill forward. Next she climbed onto the foot of her bed at one corner and crawled diagonally across on hands and knees, her breasts hanging down and jiggling, her skirt nearly up to her ass. She leaned her trunk down to peruse through the night table and he could see the pouting lips of her pussy, indicating she had nothing on under the skirt.

Of course, finding no books anywhere, she turned around with a perplexed expression, then crawled nearer to him and sat on her heels. She ran a hand from his folded knee up his thigh almost to his crotch. "I guess we'll just have to do it the hard way." As she said this, her hand reached the bulge in his pants.

Leaning back on one elbow, Mark surmised, "So, have you been planning this charade or did you just think of it on the spot in the car Sunday?"

Assuming a similar position facing him, Kendall revealed, "A little bit of both." Her hand traveled down his opposite thigh. "Are you angry?"

"Angry? No. More like irritated. But with myself," Mark quickly added, "for not anticipating this."

Her hand was making its way back up to his hard cock. "Would it have changed anything?"

He grinned. "Probably not."

"Well, here, maybe this will make you feel better." She leaned closer and slowly touched her lips to his in a slow-building kiss as he had taught her. As her hand continued to caress his steel rod and balls through his pants, and as bad as she wanted the spike inside her, kissing him, she had found, was as much of a turn-on as almost anything else they did, so she was content to allow their tongues to explore.

After several minutes she was ready to move on, so she sat up on her heels again and pushed Mark back so that he was nearly supine and resting on his elbows. To entice him, she unsnapped his jeans, but made no attempt to slide down his zipper. Instead, she raised the bottom of his shirt and placed tender, wet kisses on his abdomen and sensually bathed his naval in saliva.

With her skirt hiked up, she dragged her damp pussy along his raised thigh and moved back up for another taste of his lips while dry-humping his cock through his jeans. But she couldn't take that for long and had to slide back down and remove his pants entirely. She was pleased to see the sizable wet circle on his drawers.

Mark sat up to latch onto her creamy breasts, so Kendall eased into a sitting position and scooted closer to him crotch to crotch, draping her legs over his at his hips. They resumed kissing. Both found this an enticing position which caused them to grind their genitals together. She leaned back allowing him to paw her tits. She used to hate guys who tried to grab her breasts, but Mark did it so wonderfully she couldn't get enough. However, there was too much in the way so he quickly and expertly unbuttoned the few remaining buttons that weren't already undone and she moved her arms into position for easy removal. But he didn't stop there. The bra had to go as well, and in seconds, it was.

He paused momentarily, in awe of the perfect orbs that hung on her chest as though they had been sculpted to flawlessness by the greatest artist ever. The half-inch firm nipples that crowned these works of art could not be resisted. The thumb and forefinger of each hand gently grasped each nipple, but tenderly and gently as though he was holding the most delicate objet d'art. His tongue and lips had to be in on the sensation, sucking lightly to her moans. Gradually, his other fingers spread out to cup her entire breasts and to softly massage them. 

Not to be outdone, Kendall removed Mark's shirt and performed similar actions on him.

With rising fervor, their lips met again and their arms wrapped around each other in an intense kiss. Mark's mouth traveled down her neck, kissing and sucking, careful not to leave telltale hickeys, and back down to those succulent nipples. 

Now, Kendall became aggressive kissing and licking all over Mark's chest. She pushed him onto his back where she assaulted his nipples. She even pushed his legs up and got between them as though she was going to fuck him. Instead she just rubbed her abdomen all over his leaking cock. Sitting back, she extended his left leg straight up and kissed it up and down, then did the same to his other leg before zeroing in on his rigid member pointing right at her.

She intended to swallow it down to the root, but having never done that before, not to mention not ever having even given a blow job, she did not succeed.

Amid her gagging, Mark lifted himself onto his elbows. "Don't worry about it. We'll work our way up to you being down there." He could see that she was upset with herself for possibly ruining the mood. But the sight of her in nothing but the blue jean skirt was not only enough to bring it back, but nearly sufficient for him to come.

He pushed her onto her back and kissed his way up her legs to the hem of her skirt, which was higher than it was supposed to be. He sat up to take one last look at her naked except for the skirt. "What a sight," Mark commented. "If only I had a camera."

It brought a smile to Kendall's lips helping her to regain the mood. Only then did Mark reluctantly remove the skirt, pressing it to his nose to inhale her delightful scent, and then reverently draping it over the headboard of the bed.

The beads of liquid forming on her pussy lips attracted Mark's tongue like a bee to a flower, and he gently licked her petals enjoying her sweet nectar. It was too tasty not to go further, so he dipped his tongue into her depths savoring the softness of her inner walls and the firm button that was her clit. He devoured the succulent liquid that poured forth into his thirsty mouth. Locking his lips around her vagina, he French-kissed it as though it was her facial lips

Kendall was moaning her pleasure, her hips gyrating to fuck his mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, her toes found the elastic of his underpants and forced their way in pushing them down as far she could extend her legs: just below his ass cheeks. As he continued to delight her pussy, she tapped the arches of her feet on his now bare buttocks.

That actually hurt Mark so he grabbed her legs and pushed them up and back, her knees nearly touching her chin. This had the added advantage of exposing her pussy to give him better access. As he continued to make love to it with his mouth, Mark's mind reveled over what a great part of the female body the vagina was. He'd always considered himself a tit man, and while he still loved to look at and, now, fondle those wonderful globes, pussy was becoming his new favorite because of all the pleasure it gave: he could lick and suck and bask in its delicious taste, he could touch and feel its delicateness with his fingers and hands, and most importantly, its interior provided the absolute greatest feeling and sensation his penis could ever encounter.

So, over whelmed with the power it had over him was he that he aimed his pointed tongue at her puckered asshole, ran his tongue around it, then licked all the way up, spreading her pussy lips on to her the hard nub of her clit.

Kendall let out a scream of pleasure that could have broken crystal.

* * *

Quietly exiting her car that she idled into the driveway to create as little noise as possible, Donna heard the blood-curdling sound and instantly feared the worst. She rushed to the rear door of her house ready to burst in, but just as quickly decided to maintain her stealthiness. If Mark was hurting her daughter, surprise might be her only weapon.

However, once inside, she heard: "Fuck me, Mark, please fuck me."

Donna halted, a mixture of emotions suddenly flooding her: of course, relief that Kendall was not being hurt or forced against her will, surprised to hear her daughter begging for sex from a male, and strangely, excitement about the thought of the two teens doing it. For an instant, she wondered where her anger was, but her child's further moaning sounds of obvious pleasure immediately replaced the ounce of anger with eager inquisitiveness. 

Quietly setting her purse on the kitchen counter, Donna tiptoed down the hall to spy on the stimulating action. After watching for a few seconds, she thought, damn, that's hot! Without knowing why, she pulled out her cell phone and snapped pictures

* * *

Despite Kendall's pleading, Mark's passionate mind was obsessed with his tongue action between her butt hole and clit. He gluttonously continued it.

"Please," Kendall urged wantonly, "fill me with your hard dick. I need it so badly."

Unable to deny her any longer, with Kendall's legs still fold back, Mark knee-walked closer, his turgid rod swaying from side to side like a dog sniffing its target, it mystically found its prey and slid right in to the hilt with no assistance.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss," Kendall cried.

Mark pumped away, backing out to the head of his penis and then all the way in to the root in slow, determined strokes.

* * *

More emotions inundated Donna's already crowded mind. Relief and surprise faded with excitement floating dominantly to the top. Disbelief filtered in, less because she was witnessing her 18 year-old daughter having sex with a boy and more because she was becoming so incredibly aroused by the triple-X display the teens were putting on. She could already feel her own pussy leaking.

Part of her knew she should step in and put a stop to this, but the other part wanted to know why. It was wrong, one side argued; however, the other countered: they're both of age and if she stopped them here and they really wanted to continue doing it they would just find some other place, so she really couldn't stop them. Besides, she rationalized, she had been attempting to encourage Kendall to see boys and the ever clever teen simply skipped down to the good part. Yet, how much was mother's own arousal clouding her judgment?

Either way, Donna was way too mesmerized to do anything but continue to salaciously watch as Mark leaned forward between Kendall's legs and pressed his mouth to hers in a lewd kiss. His hips pivoted backward and forward as he continued to plow her.

If only she was behind them, Donna wished, where she could observe Mark's cock and balls pistoning in and out of her daughter's slurping snatch. When his mouth latched onto Kendall's perky nipples, Donna's own hands pinched her own nipples.

Donna had no idea how long the kids had been at this, but it must have been a while because in short order, Kendall's moaning reached a crescendo and soon after, Mark joined in the harmony.

"I'm coming," Donna heard Kendall yell.

"Me, too," Mark groaned.

And Donna could tell by their jerky movements that they were experiencing simultaneous orgasms.

When Mark finally rolled off of Kendall, Donna's instinct was to sneak out as quietly as she had come. But for some reason she couldn't quite bring herself to leave, so she held off for a couple of seconds as the teens caught their breath.

"Damn, I love to fuck you," Kendall said.

"You're not so bad yourself."

Well, that answered that question, Donna realized. They've done this before.

"Mark, do me a favor," Kendall said in a little girl voice. "Suck your come out of my pussy, while I lick it off your cock." Without waiting for his response, she got on top of him—and to Donna's amazement he was still rock hard—and slowly slurped at the mixture of juices coating his dick. Meanwhile, the girl planted her dripping pussy on the boy's mouth, and Donna could see the concoction of white creamy liquid trickling onto his tongue.

Well, her daughter might be a good fuck, but she could use some lessons in cocksucking. But that was almost immaterial considering the erotic nature of what they were doing. Donna didn't know how much more she could stand to watch. She might have to fuck Kendall herself later, or if only she could fuck Mark. That thought just caused a few drops to further moisten her panties. She also couldn't believe she was thinking such a notion. Fucking a teenage boy—how perverted was that? Or was it any more so than fucking her own daughter. Were she and her daughter turning into Nymphomaniacs?

Before Donna could ponder that notion, the sound of the kids beginning to wriggle around refocused her attention on them and she could sense they were gearing up for more action.

Donna was not disappointed. 

With lips smeared with saliva and cum, the teens returned to sitting positions facing each other, squirming as close as possible so that their genitals were touching, they engaged in another sensual lip lock that was as much to digest more body fluids as it was a kiss. Mark lifted Kendall up by her ass then dropped her pussy down piercing it with his cock as though he was impaling a pumpkin on a stake.

Kendall groaned in pleasure as they fucked in small movements, a combination of wiggling, twisting, rotating and any other motion they could come up with that caused internal friction. She then leaned back on her hands which allowed her room to pump. Mark reached around to her lower back and pulled her to and fro. Throughout it all, when they could, their lips always made contact.

If the rest wasn't enough, just watching them kiss was a pretty good turn on, Donna thought.

Finally, Mark pushed Kendall down onto her back, his cock never leaving the warm embrace of her pussy, and then stretched his legs out in the classic missionary position. She grabbed his ass and pulled on it driving him deeper within her.

When it happened, Donna was amazed that they—particularly Mark—could come again so quickly. They finished with more kissing, Kendall even running her tongue around his lips as though she was applying saliva lipstick.

Incredibly hot sex aside, Donna realized that there was much more going on here than just two horny kids having sex. But now was not the time to ponder that idea. She had already overstayed her time so she put up her cell phone—how many pictures had she taken?—turned and quickly tip-toed down the hall, quietly exited out the back door and returned to her car.

Once inside, Donna was about to view the photos she had taken with her cell phone, but the images of the unbelievably erotic scene she had just witnessed were so vivid in her mind, she didn't need it. Instead, Donna urgently rummaged through her purse for her mini-vibrator. A second later, having tongue lubricated it, not that any lubrication was needed given the moisture content of her aroused pussy, she had her skirt pulled up, the elastic leg of her panties pulled to one side, and was ramming the tool into her needy vagina. As sexually charged as she was it took no more than a few minutes for her to climax. She wanted to scream out as the wave of pleasure engulfed her, but she didn't want to draw attention so she grabbed a hankie from her purse and stuffed it in her mouth to muffle any sound she couldn't control.




In Step Ch. 05



Attempting to catch her breath afterward, Donna realized that this was the most powerful orgasm she could ever remember having from artificial stimulus. She remained in the car for a few minutes of recovery.

* * *

"By my reckoning," Kendall noted, "we're five for five."

"But who's counting?" Mark quipped. He shook his head in confusion. "Why are you counting?"

"You said the other night that we might one day get to the point where we would no longer satisfy each other. I'm just, you know, seeing how many we can get away with. I figure the more we do, the longer our chances are." She didn't see him roll his eyes and shake his head.

"Okay, well, I hope that works well for you."

After a few moments of quiet snuggling, Kendall said, "I want to ask you something, but I want you to keep an open mind."

"Like what with all we've done I don't have an open mind?"

"No, no, just hear me out."

At that moment, they heard a car door slam.

"Aw, hell, mom's home," Kendall noted rather casually.

But Mark was already jumping into his drawers and pants.

"I'll be in the bathroom," Kendall informed him. "My book bag is next to the coffee table. Get out my—"

"Right," he interrupted, pulling on his shirt as he darted down the hall. Fortunately, he had sufficient time to spread open her English book and notebook, and even pat his hair back in place before the back door opened.

* * *

Donna made sure she took her time getting out of her car and re-entering her house, as well as making enough noise to alert them. She didn't know what she wanted to do about this situation, but at this point, she didn't want to catch them and have to deal with it now.

She found Mark sitting on the sofa. "Hi, Mark."

He popped up guiltily like a jack-in-the-box. "Oh, hi, Donna. How are you?"

However, seeing him standing there after just watching him completely naked fucking her daughter, it was difficult not to look at that young, firm male body and not mentally undress him. Donna was suddenly nervous herself. "Just fine, thanks. How's it going?" She glanced around for Kendall.

"Uh, pretty good. Kendall's in the bathroom," he said, assuming that's why she was looking around. Damn, she is a gorgeous woman. For an 18 year-old girl, her daughter was as hot as they came and Mark couldn't in his wildest dreams hoped to have been fucking such a gorgeous creature. But she was young, trim, and . . . all that went with being that age. Yet here was her mother: older, slightly bigger tits, great ass and legs, all reeking raw sexuality, but in a much more mature and experienced way. Man, would he like to fuck her.

Kendall was about to step out of her room having cleaned up and dressed in her normal after school clothes. They didn't see her approach, but something caused her to stop short just before exiting the hallway. Upon seeing her mother and Mark standing there regarding one another she knew at once it was because there was sexual tension in the air, like two dogs about to sniff each other. Could it be?

For 40 years old her mother was hot, and Mark was a good-looking young guy who could give the older woman one hell of a fuck. Would that be hot to watch, or better still, to be part of? Hmmm.

"Hi, mom," Kendall greeted, finally joining them.

"Hi, Kendall. How are you guys doing?"

Kendall detected a barely perceptible nervousness in her mother's voice, which she found curious. "Good. Just had to take a pee break."

Pee break my ass, Donna thought. You had to pee out all of that cum that Mark didn't suck out. However, just the thought of that had Donna's juices flowing and she had to leave the room. "Okay, well, I'm going to go change."

When Donna was out of the room, Kendall and Mark sat on the sofa. "Well, that was weird," Kendall remarked.

"How so?"

"I don't know, she seemed . . . edgy." Kendall decided not to reveal her suspicions to Mark until she had a more positive feeling about it, so instead she said, "Maybe she just had a rough day at work."

"So, what do we do now?" Mark asked. "Do you really want to study English?"

She shot him a look of disbelief. "Are you kidding?"

"Okay, well, then, what did you want to talk about before?"

"About us, what we're doing."

"What we're doing? We're supposed to be studying English."

Kendall rolled her eyes with an exasperated sigh. "You know what I mean."

"Okay, we don't have to do it anymore." Mark really didn't have any idea where she was going with this conversation, but he liked toying with her anyway.

"Noooo, that's not what—"

"Want to stay for dinner, Mark?" Donna asked, returning to the room.

The two teens turned sharply at her unexpected appearance and it would have been a contest to determine whose jaw dropped the quickest. Donna was dressed in her own short blue jean skirt, which for Mark was inspiration enough, but up top she had a white blouse, long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, shirt tale tied in a knot just below her ample breasts and no buttons buttoned. She had enough of the shirt tucked into the knot so that it appeared as though it was a V-neck shirt, but it was clear she wore no bra. Mark desperately wanted to stay for dinner.

Kendall merely shook her head in pity, wishing she'd thought of the tied blouse first.

"I'd love to, Donna, but if I don't go home and fix dinner, not only will dad destroy the kitchen, but he won't have a very nourishing meal."

That was not an answer that either mother or daughter expected. "You do all the cooking?" Kendall was quickest to ask.

"Yeah, well, when mom was sick I was the only one available to cook because dad still had to work, so after she died it became my duty."

"Well, let's invite him over, too," Donna suggested, to cool herself down.

As Donna turned away to call George, Kendall said to Mark, "Hey, dude, keep your eyes on the right set of balls." With that, she cupped her own breasts to underscore her warning.

"Why is she dressed like that?" Mark asked, still not able to get over it.

Kendall decided to cover for her mother for the time being. "Mom and I are often very casual around the house."

He looked her up and down. "Then why aren't you more casual?"

"I dressed in what I normally do after school so my mother wouldn't become suspicious."

Mark nodded his understanding, then glanced around to make certain Donna wasn't watching, and playfully unzipped Kendall's top down to just below the level of her nipples. He looked up at her with a wide grin.

She merely gave him a look that hinted at childishness, but made no attempt to zip up.

"He's on his way," Donna reported.

"Anything I can do to help?" Mark offered.

"It's just going to be a simple dinner: salad, baked chicken, a vegetable side. I can handle it. You guys relax."

"Mom, you mind if we go for a walk?"

Donna had looked up when she heard Kendall address her, but did a double-take after the question was out. With a shrug, she answered, "No, go ahead." But her mind was abuzz with wonder over what was going on between the two kids, aside from the obvious she had witnessed earlier.

Once they were past the next door neighbor's house, Mark said, "I'm not sure this is such a good idea. Your mom looked awfully suspicious."

"I'm not so sure I care about that anymore," Kendall revealed stoically.

"What do you mean?" Mark asked worriedly. "Is this what you wanted to talk about?"

Still rather serious, she answered, "Yes." Then, with an apprehensive deep breath, Kendall asked, "Can we go out on a date?"

With raised eyebrows, Mark inquired, "You mean like I pick you up at your front door, dinner and a movie type date."

"Well, it doesn't have to be anything fancy, but yes, that's the general idea."

"You know our parents don't want us to date."

"Do you think they would really try to stop us?"

"Probably not. But we could be opening a big can of worms," Mark warned.

"If you don't want to do it, just say so." There was disappointment in Kendall's voice.

"I didn't say that. I do want to. I just don't want to do anything that will jeopardize my dad's and your mom's relationship." They walked in silence for several steps. "What brought you to this?"

Kendall stopped walking and took a deep breath. "This is hard for me to say, so please, just let me get it out." She inhaled again. "I really like you, Mark. I've never liked a boy as much. And it isn't just because we're having this incredible sex." Her expression turned awkward, almost embarrassed. "I just like . . . god, this is hard . . . I just like being with you. And while I love having that incredible sex with you, I just would like to, you know, maybe have a regular relationship also."

Mark was extremely touched—for a number of reasons: he could see how difficult it was for Kendall to tell him this, as it probably was for any teenage girl to tell any teenage guy, particularly as confused as she was about her sexuality; and then a girl who looked like Kendall, who was probably the envy of most of the girls in her school and the target of most of the boys, to say that she wanted him to be more than just a sex partner—it was profoundly overwhelming.

He knew what he was going to tell her, didn't have to think about it. He actually felt much the same, so there was really no decision.

Her somber expression instantly turned to joy as he said, "When did you want to go out?"

"I figure the parents will be going out on Friday . . ."

"Of course. Friday." Mark considered it for a couple of seconds. "I have one suggestion, though. This first time, you tell your mom and I'll tell my dad that we're going out with friends from school, and then we'll meet somewhere and do whatever you want to do. Let's not get them worked up yet until we know for sure about ourselves."

"Well, I'm sure. But I'm willing to try it your way."

* * *

"So, who were you trying to impress?" Kendall asked her mother after the men departed.

"What do you mean?" Donna innocently responded.

Kendall ran her finger from her mom's chest down her cleavage and tugged on the knot in her blouse below her breasts.

"What's wrong with this?" Donna wanted to know.

"When you appeared like that I thought Mark's eyes were going to pop out of his head. I thought maybe you were trying to impress him."

Donna's mind was moving rapidly in several directions. She had been attempting to attract Mark's attention and had dressed with the intention of doing just that. It was schoolgirlish, to be sure, and she wasn't really certain why she had felt the need to do so, except that witnessing the incredible sex between him and her daughter had made her very horny. She still hadn't decided—she really hadn't had the time—what she was going to do about what she had seen, although she certainly was not going to let on to Kendall that she had seen them, so right now, she needed to steer the conversation in another direction. She tried that with: "I don't think that would have been possible. I think he's got eyes for you."

"He's got eyes for a hot-looking girl that he knows he can't have or doesn't want," Kendall corrected.

"And you're the hot looking girl. Why do you say he doesn't want you?"

"Because he knows you and George don't want us to date, and even if you didn't care, he thinks it would be weird dating the daughter of the woman his father is dating. And you know what, I agree with him."

"Why would it be weird?"

Kendall shrugged. "I don't know. It just would. Besides, we've become friends, and I think a guy like Mark would be better as a friend than a boyfriend in the romantic sense."

The teen obviously wasn't going to come clean about the "study" session, so Donna felt it was better to back off any further discussion about it or they might end up in a fight and say something regrettable. "Okay, well, George and I are going out again Friday. I'm not going to suggest that Mark come over again."

"Nor am I. We've spent enough time together lately." As an afterthought, Kendall decided this would be a good time to mention: "Maybe I'll go hang out with some girls from school."

"Really?"

"They're always bugging me to go to the mall with them."

"They do that on Fridays?" a surprised Donna asked.

"The ones who aren't dating boys do."

"Well, that sounds like a good idea." Although Donna still had her doubts.

* * *

Dinner was simple, as Donna had characterized it, but it was tasty and the four enjoyed it and each other's company—almost as though they were a family. That was the feeling George came away with, a feeling that had him thinking as he followed his son home.

Once inside, he asked Mark, "So how did the tutoring go?"

"Fine. She seems to know English better than she thinks she does. She just doesn't have confidence."

"I'm sorry that we've forced you and Kendall together so much lately."

"You haven't. We've actually become friendly."

"That's good. Donna and I are going out again Friday, but I'm not going to ask you to hang out with her like last week—unless you want to."

Attempting to sound as casual as possible, Mark said, "No. Some of the guys have been bugging me to go to this club with them—"

"A club?"

"Oh, it's for the under 21 people—no alcohol, supposedly just good music."

"Oh, okay, sounds interesting. And I'm glad you're finally going to do something with your friends."

There was several seconds of silence. Mark didn't want to talk about the club anymore because that was where he intended to take Kendall, although it was true what he had said about his friends. He changed the subject. "Don't take offense to this, dad, but Donna really looked hot tonight."

"You noticed."

"Hard not to. You're lucky, dad. First mom, now Donna."

"I guess if I was really lucky I'd still have your mom."

Mark nodded sullenly. "You know what I mean."

"Yes. Sorry. I didn't mean to put a damper on the conversation." To his son's shrug, George said, "Now, we just need to find you a girl."

"We?"

"Editorially. It's a shame Kendall wasn't someone else's daughter. Or have you changed your mind about wanting to date her?"

In light of their impending date, Mark did not want to lie to his father. "That's irrelevant. You and Donna don't want us to."

"But that didn't answer the question."

"I told you it would be weird to date Kendall. We've become friends. Let's just leave it at that."

George had a reason for this discussion based on thoughts and feelings he'd had on the drive home, which he was not yet ready to talk about with Mark, so he let the conversation end before it could get away from him.

* * *

Mark almost didn't recognize Kendall at the mall. They had agreed to meet there since that was where her mother thought she was going—Donna even drove her there. There was only one girl at the agreed upon location in the food court and . . . when she turned around, he almost ran into a post. Her normally straight hair was a little fuller; she had a low-cut, patterned, primarily dark red shirt that her great round tits seemed ready to jump out of. The solid matching red skirt was short like her blue jean skirts but the color on her was amazing.

When Kendall saw him approaching, she smiled and the entire food court seemed to light up. If he had ever been mesmerized by her infectious beauty he was now absolutely spellbound. Unable to wait for him to walk the final few steps, she ran into his arms and kissed him as passionately as she could without causing a scene.

"You look spectacular," Mark was finally able to utter.

"All for you."

"I could just stand here and look at you all night," Mark said enthusiastically. "But I don't think that would be long enough."

Kendall was beaming. "I'm hungry. Can we eat?"

"Of course. Anything you want. Where would you like to go?"

"Here is fine."

"The food court?"

"Don't you want me to take you someplace nice?"

"Let's save a big fancy meal for another time," Kendall suggested.

They ate a meal of sorts at one of the Asian places, primarily because it served Pepsi products and discussed where their parents were going to dinner. Both surmised it must be someplace even fancier than last week judging by the way they were dressing up. But neither knew. Afterward, they walked, hand in hand, window shopping and stopping in a few places. They considered seeing a movie, but there was really nothing playing that either was dying to see. Mark then suggested the club he had led his father to believe he would be visiting. Kendall had never been to such a place, so she agreed.

The club was interesting, taking them into an environment to which they were unaccustomed. Of course, being teens, both liked modern music, but aside from a few school dances, neither had had any more exposure than that to dancing so they picked a quiet corner of the dance floor where they could enjoy themselves without feeling too much out of place.

However, it wasn't until the first slow dance, where they could really press up against one another that the real enjoyment began. It was almost like fucking with clothes on; swaying back and forth, to and fro, their bodies molded to each other—it wasn't long before their lips met.

After little more than an hour of stimulation from the closeness of the slow dances and the exertion from movement in the fast dances, Kendall had had enough. "I'm ready if you are."

Mark was powerless to do anything but yield to her will.

In the car, riding nowhere in particular, Kendall, her legs crossed and her skirt riding high, said, "I have to tell you something. I wasn't completely honest about tonight."

Well, that might explain the exposed thighs, Mark thought. "Go on."

"I said I wanted to go out with you to have a relationship beyond just having sex. But the truth is, I really wanted to see if we could get along without sex."

"You wanted to see if I would have any interest in you without sex," Mark corrected.

"No. It's a two-way street. I've initiated most of the sex we've had. So, I wanted to make certain I would still be interested in you without the sex. And I can tell you that I am still interested in you with or without sex and I think you are also."

"How do you know? We've only been out for less than three hours."

"Because I would have been bored within the first hour," Kendall advised. "Right now, I'm content just to be with you, no matter what we do." She leaned closer, resting her elbow on the center armrest, her legs still exposed—at least what he could see in the dark—and now, in this position, he could see down her top. "If you want to go back to the club, we can; or back to the mall, or just drive around."

"I had enough of the club and the mall's about to close. What do you want to do?"

Kendall discovered that the center armrest, which also had a compartment underneath, lifted up between the bucket seats. Moving it up, she rested her forearm in his lap. In a calculated move, her hand ended up in his crotch. His cock was already hard, having grown up toward his waist, so she cupped his balls and gently moved them around in her palm. "I don't know," she finally said in answer to his question. "I never really thought about what to do on a date, I just wanted to go on one. What do people our age normally do?"

Withdrawing her left hand from his scrotum, Kendall reached over with her right hand and rubbed the length of his hard dick through his pants.

"I don't know," Mark answered, trying desperately to focus on driving and the conversation. "I guess they do what we've already done: the mall, the club, or go to a movie. Not a whole lot else to do. Unless we want to be bad and try to get alcohol and get drunk or do drugs."




In Step Ch. 05



"Nah," Kendall answered distastefully. "This is my drug." With that, she pulled down his zipper, and with some difficulty given his respectable size, managed to fish out his steel rod. In very unlady-like fashion, she spit in her hand, grabbed hold of his cock again and stroked it.

"Then I take it you want me to just drive around?"

The question went unanswered as Kendall's mouth descended on his penis, but she only went as deep as his glans, running her tongue around the rim of the mushroom head for a few seconds before moving down and swirling the circumcised foreskin.

"Ohhhhh," Mark mumbled. He remembered how exquisite it was the first time he sank his cock into her velvety pussy. But now, with it engulfed in her sweet lips, he was experiencing a new and unique sensation.

He wanted to savor it, but he couldn't while driving. He turned into an industrial park made up of dozens of small businesses, then rode around the mostly deserted streets until he found a somewhat secluded business with delivery trucks on an off road parking lot, carefully noting that there had been no other traffic on the street to observe what he was doing. Pulling in, he found a spot between two trucks that hid them from the road and switched off his engine and lights.

Kendall was really getting into sucking him so he took a few seconds to catch his breath, but he couldn't relax just yet. He kept watch outside a few more minutes to make certain they had not been seen and that there was no activity in the parking lot.

Satisfied they were safe, Mark eased his seat as far back as it would go, giving him room to spread out and her space to get comfortable. As her head bobbed up and down expertly, he nearly became lost in this divine new form of pleasure. Only two thoughts prevented him from totally succumbing: one was where did she learn to do this so well in only three days—considering she gagged when attempting this Tuesday—and two, did it really matter, particularly as she undid his belt and pants, pulled them down enough to bring out his balls, and then started sucking on them.

As if she had done this a hundred times, Kendall lathered up his cock, then rose on her knees on the seat in such a way that she could lean over and kiss him while stroking his lubricated dick with her hand. When their kissing became so passionate as to generate a mouthful of saliva, Kendall turned her head and let it drip down onto her hand and his penis further greasing him. When she felt his breathing quicken, she bent down and aimed his cock head at her mouth forcing him to shoot his load into it. Sounds escaped her lips that sounded like someone enjoying a meal.

When he finished squirting, with residue sperm on her lips and in her mouth, Kendall returned to kissing him. But he felt this kiss was more than just a heat of the moment kiss. There was an affection in it Mark was not sure he had felt from her. She kept it up for several minutes.

"I . . . lo— . . . wanna get in the back?" she asked, breathing heavily. But she started moving back there before waiting for an answer.

Kendall slithered between the bucket seats. Fortunately, the rear seat in the small SUV was spacious. Mark assisted by moving the front seats up as far as possible as well as tilting the seatbacks as far forward as they would go, and then did his best to squeeze his larger frame back with her. He landed slouched against the rear seatback, and then Kendall, who had been on her knees, hiked her skirt up nearly to her crotch so she could move over placing one knee between his legs. She then leaned in, mashed her mouth against his while allowing her hand to grasp his semi-hard cock through his still undone pants.

Mark reached out to fondle her tits, which were spilling out of her top in her tilted forward position. He encountered buttons, a couple of which he undid giving him greater access to her perfect breasts. He was able to manipulate her firm nipples out of her low-cut bra pulling, twisting and rubbing the sensitive tips.

Meanwhile, Kendall deftly yanked his underpants below his balls to once more get her hands on his raw shaft. Because he had just come, he was not as rock solid as she wanted so she bent over and licked and sucked him back to full mast.

Pulling her up, Mark undid the rest of her top, then quickly reached around and undid her bra. He lifted it up so her gorgeous tits spilled free, then attacked her nipples with his mouth, sucking and licking them as though they were his last meal.

"Oh, that feels good," Kendall cried. Lifting up her skirt, she stretched her pantie leg aside to expose her dripping pussy, and then with her other hand, guided his cock into her inner warmth. The sound that emerged was unintelligible, but one of ecstasy.

Mark released her breast from the suction of his mouth when she started bouncing up and down. Instead, he just pressed his face between her tits and let them spring and rub against it with her movement.

"Oh, you're the best," Kendall muttered. And with that she slowed her pace, wrapped her arms around him grabbing his pate in her hands, turning it and holding it snugly against her bosom. She then tilted her own head and rested her cheek on his hair.

It was a very loving moment and both felt it.

Kendall stopped her movement and kind of sat back, but only as far as she could hold him in her. She dropped her arms to around his neck, then hugged her cheek to his, moaning. "Mark, make love to me," she whispered.

Easing her off of him, but maintaining her kneeling position, Mark slid out from under her and kicked his pants and drawers off. She was leaning against the back of the seat. He positioned himself behind her, kissing her shoulders, back and neck to her melodious moans. Spreading her arms out across the top of the rear seat, Kendall spread her legs to give him access. With ease, he slid his cock back into her nest. Pressing his body against hers, he pumped slowly and steadily, stretching his arms out and placing them on top of hers, their fingers locking.

Even though they were only in an automobile instead of the comfort of a house and bed, this was still the most loving, affectionate sex they'd ever had. They were oblivious to everything but each other. There could have been a multitude of people surrounding their vehicle, but they wouldn't have known it.

However, it was a slightly awkward position, so Mark lifted her and twisted around so that he was lying on his side on the seat with his back against the seat back. Kendall was on her side also against him, somewhat spooning. She lifted her upper leg onto his giving him access to her pussy, where he entered again. While he thrust away, he massaged her breast.

Unfortunately, this was also an awkward position in the car because Kendall was balancing on the edge of the seat. Losing the mood, she sat up. Mark bounced up a second later.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm sorry; it's just not working in the car." There was disappointment in her voice as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, okay. I'm sorry." He pulled on his pants and underwear, and zipped them as she fixed herself as well.

As they climbed back into the front, Mark asked, "Do you want to do something else?" then solemnly added, "or do you want me to just take you home?"

Hearing the sadness in his voice, Kendall said, "Yes, I want you to take me home."

"Sure." Now he sounded as though he had lost his best friend.

"So we can finish what we started properly." Now, she was grinning.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Our parents are gone for the evening. My mom brought a little overnight bag so I'm sure they're shacked up in a hotel somewhere, so I'm not worried."

"I'm still not sure. Their plans could have changed."

"Please? It's . . . it's . . ."

"It's what?"

"It's important." Kendall was serious.

"Why is it important?"

"Because . . . because . . . I love you," she explained softly.



In Step Ch. 06



The phone rang startling both of them. George reached into his pocket for his cell, fearing whom it might be. He frowned when he saw who it was on the caller ID and mouthed, "The office," to Donna before answering.

Donna heard a number of "Uh huhs" as she watched George's expression change from a frown to annoyance. Then he said, "Are you serious?" followed by "Now?" and finally a really aggravated, "Alright." Whatever it was, she knew it wouldn't be good.

To her questioning eyes, George told her, "I have to go in to the office."

"What for?"

"Fucking Peter."

"What does he want?"

"Assistance with whatever he's dreamed up this time."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since Jack ran off with his wife he's bent on making everyone's life miserable," George explained. "Apparently, he used to cheat on his wife, and now that he doesn't have to hide it, he's even lost interest in that. He has nothing else to do with his time so he works. And he usually brings in someone to help depending on what he's working on. He calls the VPs and then they call their assistant VPs to go in so they don't have to."

"And tonight, you drew the short straw."

"So, it would seem."

Donna did her best to hide her disappointment. "I know it sucks, but you need to go."

"But I had such a special evening planned." They'd only just finished a long, leisurely dinner at an exclusive restaurant.

"Then we'll finish it tomorrow or as soon as we can. Maybe it won't take long and we can resume later."

"From what I've been hearing, it goes on and on. Rumor has it that Chelsea almost quit, but he backed off with her."

"Wow," Donna said with raised eyebrows. "I hadn't heard any of that."

"Man, this is aggravating."

If he only knew the half of it, Donna thought. She'd been so horny ever since spying on Kendall and Mark the other day that she had been eagerly awaiting George's hard cock to satisfy her a number of times later tonight. Now, that was not going to happen. Damn! Aggravating didn't begin to describe it.

* * *

"What do you mean, you love me?" Mark asked as they drove.

Kendall grinned as though at her own joke. "What part didn't you understand? I is me, Kendall; love is an intense feeling of deep affection and sexual attachment to someone; and you are the person to whom that intense feeling of deep affection and sexual attachment is being directed."

"That's really good, Kendall," Mark noted facetiously. "Who said you didn't do well in English? How can you be in love with me? We've known each other less than two weeks."

"I know how I feel," she said softly.

"Now, you've really complicated things!"

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Well, you can't help how you feel," Mark offered by way of exoneration.

"But I suppose that means you don't feel the same."

He started to ponder it before answering, but then decided to just think out loud. "Well, I certainly feel more for you than just a casual friendship—way more. But truthfully, I'm not sure I really know what love is. I don't mean that to be evasive. If I thought I knew and was sure I felt it, I would positively tell you."

"I believe you," Kendall said with a smile. "And that's more that I expected from you."

"Are you really sure you know what love is?"

"After our 'study session' Tuesday, I started to feel differently. I looked up the definitions of a number of words that describe emotions. The meaning of love was the only one that fit. That's why I was able to recite it to you."

"A dictionary to decide you are in love, huh? Must be a country song in that somewhere."

They both laughed.

* * *

"Better pull in the driveway behind mom's car," Kendall suggested when they arrived home. "Don't want to be too obvious."

Mark complied, and minutes later, they were entering the rear of her house.

"Want a Pepsi?" she offered.

"Sure." Mark took a seat on the sofa.

In the kitchen, Kendall noticed her mom's cell phone on the counter. "Hmmm, that's strange."

"What?" Mark asked from the den.

"My mother forgot her cell phone." Kendall picked it up and activated the screen. "Photos" was the most recent icon activated. She tapped the screen to enter that function. As though the device had suddenly become too hot to handle, she nearly dropped it when she saw the picture of her sitting in Mark's lap, his cock clearly shoved into her pussy, expressions of pure ecstasy adorning both of their faces. This had obviously been taken Tuesday during their "study session." She quickly scrolled through the photos during the same time, and then cleared the screen.

Pressing the phone to her mouth, Kendall considered what this meant. Her mom obviously came into the house while she and Mark were in bed. Her mother actually watched them and took pictures; why? As evidence? But she had yet to say anything. Why? When she did finally let Kendall and Mark know she was home, she strangely hurried into her room, changed and returned . . . dressed like she was on the prowl, dressed so sexy even Kendall was jealous. Could it be? Had her mother become so aroused watching them fuck that she . . . what? . . . wanted to fuck Mark herself?

Why not? She fucked her daughter; why not fuck a young guy also, particularly if she saw how good Mark was. Why else would her mother not have confronted them on the spot? Most parents would probably have ranted and raved. Or at least, why hadn't she discussed it with Kendall, particularly, if she and George were so against Kendall and Mark dating.

This was very interesting.

Kendall grabbed the drinks and walked slowly to the den, trying to decide whether to tell Mark. In the few seconds it took her to reach the sofa and sit next to him, she opted to say nothing until she could learn more.

* * *

The sound of a vehicle pulling all the way into her driveway frightened Donna for a minute until she quickly flipped off her bedroom light and peeked through her blinds. The fact that it was Mark's SUV didn't really surprise her. The kids obviously weren't expecting her to be home all night (she had packed an overnight bag assuming she would not he home) and had come here to fuck some more. She toyed with the idea of remaining hidden to watch another steamy sex show, but she quickly realized that she could not hide all night, nor could she sneak out because her car was blocked in, and getting caught would only do more damage.

Down to her sexy underwear about to remove her make-up, Donna slipped back into her soft cashmere sweater dress that was both low-cut and short and blue enough to match her sparkling eyes. It had done it's job on George. Maybe it would . . . she shook her head. What was she thinking? Did she think she would seduce Mark with Kendall here? And if she did, what was she going to do? Fuck the son of her significant other? She was so horny she couldn't think straight. She remained barefooted to help sell her excuse of getting ready for bed.

Kendall had been sitting somewhat sideways on the sofa with one leg up on it and her skirt hiked up pretty high to accommodate the position. She was facing Mark, which was also looking in the general direction of the hallway, so she caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. In the few seconds it took for her mother to walk from her bedroom, the teen realized her parent's cell phone had not been forgotten, but rather placed there upon her unscheduled arrival home. This eliminated her mother's element of surprise and allowed Kendall to avoid looking like a dear in the headlights when Donna appeared. Mark was not so fortunate.

"Hi, mom," Kendall greeted casually. "What are you doing home so early?" However, though she sounded calm, inside she frantically realized that she needed a reason also.

Mark turned sharply.

"I would ask you the same question," Donna retorted, "particularly with Mark."

"Hi, Donna," Mark greeted calmly, surprising both women. He saw that Kendall was at a loss for an explanation, so he said, "Kendall called me because the friends she was with were going back to one of the girls' homes to raid their parents' liquor cabinet."

"And I didn't want any part of that," Kendall chimed in with relief.

"Why didn't you call me?" Donna wanted to know.

"I didn't want to ruin your evening," she quickly thought.

"So, instead you ruined Mark's?"

"She didn't ruin anything," Mark said as though they had rehearsed all of this. "I wasn't really having any fun with my friends, either. Besides, I'm glad she called. I know my dad had a special evening planned for the two of you and I wouldn't have wanted anything to mess that up. I hope nothing bad happened that you're home so early."

Donna was actually dumbfounded. That story was not at all what she expected. The question was, could it really be true, or had the teens concocted it just in case what happened would happen? However, she had no proof one way or the other so, for now, she had to give them the benefit of the doubt. "Your dad was called in to work," Donna revealed, disappointment obvious in her voice.

"Really?" Mark questioned. "That's unusual, isn't it?"

While her mother was explaining to Mark, Kendall studied the woman's body language. If the teen had to guess, she would say there was lust in Donna's eyes. Added to that was her hand gently scratching, though more likely rubbing, the top of her breast to call Mark's attention to her tits, and then raising the hem of her already short dress to perform similar action to her legs. What did all of that mean: "Aw, someone didn't get laid tonight," the teen teased.

"Kendall!" Donna lightheartedly reprimanded.

At that moment, Donna's cell phone rang. She looked around for it.

"On the counter," Kendall noted, as the two women regarded one another; Donna fearful her daughter might have snooped through her phone and found the pictures because she had carelessly left it in the kitchen; her daughter with a defiantly knowing expression.

While Donna went after the ringing instrument, Kendall whispered to Mark, "Great save!"

His shrug was laced with uncertainty as to whether it had been believed.

The caller was obviously George explaining that he was still at the office, and Donna's disappointed responses were an indication that he would probably be there a while. She then advised him that Mark was here and repeated the reason. They exchanged a few more words then hung up.

"Your dad said to thank you for him for what you did," Donna relayed. George hadn't had the slightest doubt, so she re-thought her own concerns. However, she reminded herself that he didn't know all that she knew about the teens. On the other hand, Mark certainly did look delicious sitting there with an obvious hard on. Was that for her or Kendall, who was next to him showing a lot of thigh and cleavage. Good god, woman, get hold of yourself, ogling over a teenage boy and jealous of your own daughter.

Mark merely shrugged and smiled.

Kendall knew the look on her mother's face. The woman was out of her mind with desire. Maybe there was a way to profit from this. "Want to join us, mom?"

"What are you guys doing?"

"Just talking."

Donna shrugged to mask her eagerness. "Well, okay." She intentionally walked around squeezing between the coffee table and the sofa having to step high over Mark's legs and giving him quite a view of her own. When she sat on the opposite side of him from Kendall and crossed her legs, the stretch material of her dress retracted and exposed considerable thigh.

What a predicament Mark found himself in: sandwiched between two gorgeous women—mother and daughter, to boot—both exuding such raw sexuality that he felt as though his cock was ten times it's usual erection size. He feared it would rip right through his pants. It made such a bulge there was no way Donna hadn't noticed it.

Kendall was amused by her mother's display. She would have thought it was pathetic, but the teen was cut from the same cloth and knew she inherited her mother's intense sexual drive, and because of that, understood how desperate her parent could become when overwhelmed by sexual desire.

"So, bring me up to speed on the conversation," Donna asked, trying to contain herself.

"Mark was telling me about this club for people under 21 that doesn't serve alcohol." As Kendall told her mother about the club from her own experience, but as though it was what Mark had told her, all the while, she watched the older woman's eyes fixed on the mound in his pants. In spite of the oddity and awkwardness of the situation, the fact that there were two hot women in Kendall and her mother and one virile guy made the fantasies in the teen's mind come alive, operative word being "come." The issue now was how to manipulate and control the situation.

"So, are you two planning any more 'study' sessions?" Donna asked, emphasizing "study."

There was no mistaking the double-entendre. What Kendall wondered, now knowing about the pictures, was whether her mother was just toying, fishing or . . . something else? The teen decided to lob her own volley. "I don't think I can get enough of that. I definitely need it." She gave the woman a knowing look. "The sooner the better."

"I know the feeling," Donna concurred.

The short hairs on the back of Mark's neck were standing up. Of course, he didn't know that Donna knew about their "study" session, but he was smart enough to figure out that Kendall was sending him a coded message. However, it was difficult to focus on the conversation because his mind was hallucinating with threesome possibilities involving these gorgeous creatures. It occurred to him that it might be time to beat a hasty retreat; otherwise he might go nuts. As it was, the thoughts he was entertaining were certainly suicidal.

"So, what do you think, Mark?" Donna asked, uncrossing her leg, the knit material again retreating up her thigh.

His eyes snapped up from Donna's smooth, shiny legs to her bewitching deep blue eyes. Just as he feared, he had zoned out and lost track of the discussion. He had no idea if they were still talking about studying or if they had moved on to something else.

Donna leaned in closer, further complicating the situation by affording him a better view down the v-neck of her dress. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

More like pussy got my mind, Mark thought wryly.

This might be the right segue way, Kendall reckoned. "I think he's just overwhelmed."

"What do you mean?" Donna asked.

"Well, here he is sitting between two beautiful women and it might be more than he can handle. Is it, Mark?" she asked, patting him on his chest, then ever so casually allowing her hand to drop to his lap. "Oh, my," she said in her innocent little schoolgirl voice, "what's that?" Kendall then reached out and took her mom's hand.

Now, was the moment of truth, Donna realized. She'd been fantasizing and playing these little mind games with herself about Mark. But as her daughter guided her hand, she had to decide how far she wanted this to go, even as her eyes locked on the bulge in his pants and her mind pictured his cock underneath from her memory of the other day, she . . . contact.

It pulsed beneath her palm. She looked up sharply at her daughter who was smiling at her, Kendall's hand resting atop her mother's. Without thinking, Donna spread her fingers allowing her daughter's digits to interlock, and the latter gently moved their hands along the length of this seemingly massive rod. Mother's breathing quickened.

Having no ideas where this was leading or what they might be getting into, or the ramifications of it all, Mark was too far into a lustful daze to know, care or be concerned. His head merely flopped back on the sofa.

In a calculated move, as Kendall eased their hands back up, her finger latched onto Mark's zipper and dragged it down. An anticipatory sigh escaped her mother's lips. On the trip back up, daughter withdrew her fingers causing her mom's to close together where they were directed inside his pants.

Donna's pussy was awash; Kendall's not much drier. Now the teen could not drag the older woman's hand down. It felt the wet spot in Mark's boxers and wanted to enjoy it.

As both women were somewhat leaning over, Mark put his arms around them, eliciting moans from them. Kendall wormed her free hand to his waist where she unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, the flaps springing open. Her hand now unencumbered, Donna instantly grasped the elastic waistband of his drawers and pulled them down as far as she could, then lifted his rigid pole like the marines at Iwo Jima.

Donna was losing control of herself, but with a throbbing dick in her hand, she didn't care. She wanted to devour it, so overcome with lust was she, but she hadn't completely gone off the deep end. She looked up at her daughter with a questioning expression. Kendall leaned forward giving her mother a passionate kiss, which nearly caused Mark to blow a nut.

"It's yours, mom. Go for it."

Throwing all caution to the wind, Donna bent down and licked the tip of Mark's cock around the peehole with one swipe of her tongue, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed, and then looked at her daughter, who leaned over for a bird's eye view. Still smiling her encouragement, Kendall nodded once for her mother to continue. The older woman's lips encircled the head and closed around the rim sucking the head as though it was a piece of candy, which in her mind, it was. Next her mouth went down as far as the end of the glans, her tongue pressing that sensitive area on the underside below the cleft of the mushroom head. To both teens' eager eyes, mother repeated these actions several times.

Wide-eyed with anticipation, Kendall knelt on the floor and tugged Mark's jeans and underpants down around his ankles. Her mother then cupped his balls as she continued her expert mouth action, finally taking his entire length into her mouth and throat.

Mark threw his head back and moaned, then hesitantly put his hand on Donna's back. He glanced at Kendall to get a reaction, but she was intently watching her mother's expert blow job. And expert it was. She was covering every inch of his rod with every part of her mouth, lips and tongue.

"You're so good at that!" Kendall noted with glowing admiration.

Donna just looked up and smiled with a mouthful of cock. She held it straight up and said, "You try."

With raised eyebrows, Kendall swooped in and mimicked her mother's actions. Mark thought he might go out of his mind having two women sucking him. After a minute or so, the teen held his cock straight up, then tilted it toward Donna who licked the head as if it was a Popsicle. The daughter took her turn again before once more offering to the older woman. The two kept this up for several minutes. Finally, Donna moved down to suck on Mark's balls while Kendall continued to concentrate on the shaft.

Mark was powerless to do anything but revel in the euphoria; however, he was very close to spouting. And when the ladies simultaneously rubbed their lips up and down his pole, the volcano erupted, spewing hot, molten cum straight up into the air. Looking up at the unexpected blast placed the women's faces in perfect position to be rained on. Both licked up what they could from their own faces before taking turns cleaning what remain off the other.

The erotic scene prevented Mark from losing his erection. Seeing this, Donna instantly hiked up her dress, ripped off her panties and straddled his lap. Already one step ahead of her, Kendall grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and used the other to smear the residual cum all over his shaft—not that she thought her mother needed the extra lubrication; undoubtedly, the older woman was wet enough—then guided his tool into her parent's eager pussy.




In Step Ch. 06



As Donna slowly sprung up and down, Kendall lifted her mother's dress up and over her head, tossing it on the nearby chair, then unclasped and removed her sexy bra.

Mark's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of the older woman's perfect breasts. His hands were magnetically drawn to cup the soft, round globes while his lips couldn't help but taste the firm, pointy nipples.

Meanwhile, Kendall worked on removing Mark's shirt, and then quickly stripped herself so that all three were nude. She wanted to participate in this threesome, but in this position, there was little she felt she could do. Again taking matters into her own hands, she took her mother by the shoulders and directed her onto her back at one end of the sofa, her head coming to rest on the arm of the couch, then, after a couple of delicious swallows of Mark's cock, Kendall worked him into position and guided his shimmering cock into the older woman. The teen wedged herself between her parent and the back of the sofa as Mark resumed his pace, holding Donna's left leg up against his chest.

Now able to take part, Kendall sucked her mother's left tit for a bit, then slid her hand down to finger the woman's clit as Mark plowed her. Donna reached for and fondled her daughter's hanging breast absently, but was too lost in the pleasure of the large cock stuffed in her pussy to get too serious about it.

Kendall moved up to sit on top of the sofa back for a better view of the action. It was so hot watching Mark fuck her mother that she couldn't help but stroke her own pussy.

For Mark, the feel of Donna's pussy was very different from Kendall's: still satiny soft, but not quite as tight. On the other hand, the older woman knew how to use her vaginal muscles to entice his cock as he plummeted in and out. Life just kept getting better for him, having fucked two different pussies in one night, both too incredible to describe.

If Mark's previous orgasm had been a volcano erupting, then Donna was a star about to go supernova. Three days of pent up sexual tension beginning with her witnessing Kendall and Mark's X-rated fuck on Tuesday through her frustration earlier in the evening because George was unexpectedly called in to work and she was more than ready to explode. And explode she did. So intense was it that it was almost more pleasure than she could handle. Her body shook down to her bones.

Mark attempted to pull out thinking he was hurting her, having never witnessed such an orgasmic display, but she grabbed his ass with such force, holding him in place that he dared not move further.

The two teens exchanged looks of amazement, as though the level of climax Donna had experienced was way above what they were capable of achieving. They allowed her a couple of minutes to recover.

Not needing as much time as they thought, Donna eased up to a sitting position, pulling her daughter to her knees on the edge of the sofa, her ass sticking out. The older woman pulled Mark by his cock around behind the girl. He got the message easily and slid his still slick rod into Kendall's wet pussy. He saw the two women engage in a passionate kiss and it caused him to pound harder.

This made kissing difficult so Donna pulled away and slid off the sofa onto the floor. She reached between Mark's legs and played with his balls as they slapped against her daughter's pussy. These women were driving him wild.

As was the situation—a threesome with her mother—doing to Kendall. She, too, had some built up sexual frustration that coincidentally went back to Tuesday, except that since that spectacular fuck, she had been dying to do it again. But her attempts so far this evening had been for naught. So, it was with great satisfaction when she felt that familiar build-up, and it was with even greater relief when her massive orgasm overcame her.

Spent, she rolled onto her back on the sofa and found herself staring up at Mark's balls hanging just above her face. She pulled him to squat even lower until she could engulf a testicle in her mouth. Mark moaned his pleasure over her sucking his nuts. Donna joined the party by grabbing his cock and sliding her lips over the head and down the shaft, her daughter's come providing all the lubrication she needed. Even though he had just come a little while ago, the combination of mouths on his cock and balls was more than enough stimulation for him to blast the back of Donna's throat. He was not surprised that she swallowed it all.

Mark's cock finally deflated, the three sat on the couch, him in the middle, and leaned against each other. No one said anything, each lost in the reverie of what they had just done. It wasn't until the phone rang minutes later that they perked up.

Donna answered, as the caller ID suggested it was the office and, therefore, George. "You're obviously still at work she noted."

"Yeah, with no end in sight," he advised in annoyance. "Mark still there?"

"Yes." And Donna didn't want him to leave. Thinking quickly, she said, "I may have done something stupid with him."

That got the two teens' attention, both vigorously shaking their heads, thinking she was going to tell George what they had just done.

"Oh, what was that?"

How stupid did they think she was, Donna wondered, returning their glares with a deep frown. "We've just been sitting around talking," she told George. "I got some wine, and without really thinking about it, gave the kids each a glass."

"Oh?" was all George could answer, not sure how bad he thought that was.

"Yeah, I'm sorry if that was wrong," Donna offered, "but as a precaution, I'm going to keep Mark here for the night. Wouldn't want him to get stopped with alcohol on his breath."

Kendall smiled sheepishly at her mother's deviousness. Mark merely rolled his eyes.

"As long as it was just one glass," George said, not really knowing what else to say. "And that's a good idea him staying."

"You sure you're not upset with me?"

"No, no not at all."

"Good."

"Well, I gotta go. The asshole thinks I just went to the bathroom."

"I'm sorry you're stuck with that, George."

"Not your fault."

"Call me when you get up tomorrow." When she hung up, Donna said, "Sorry I had to fib to your dad about the wine."

Mark nodded slowly. "Why did you want me to spend the night here?" As if he didn't know.

With a shrug, Donna said, "I wasn't sure if we were finished. Or at least, I hope we weren't."

Kendall got up and walked down the hall. Mark thought it interesting that she didn't close the bathroom door as the sound of liquid hitting the toilet water followed. He assumed that what with all they had done, there was no reason for such privacy.

"So, how long have you and Kendall been doing this?" Donna asked casually. "You seem to be pretty good at it."

Again, with what they had done tonight, there was no sense in not being truthful. "A week," he answered nervously. "So, how long have you and Kendall been doing this?"

"Ah, so she told you," Donna surmised.

"It kind of came up in our discussion," Mark advised.

"I can only imagine what that discussion must have been about."

"It was—" he started to explain, but she cut him off.

"I don't need to know."

Returning, Kendall asked, "Would anyone like something to drink? Pepsi, water? Wine?" she added with a giggle, already in the refrigerator.

"I'm good," Donna said.

"So am I," Mark said. "So, are you angry?"

"I don't think so. Should I be?"

"I guess not after what we've done."

"Or have yet to do," Donna seductively filled in.

"I guess that would be hypocritical," Mark noted. "Are we cheating on my dad?"

"I'd like to think that we're keeping it in the family."

Mark nodded. "Like you and Kendall."

"Mmmhmm. Does that bother you?"

Just then, Kendall returned.

"I don't think so," Mark replied to Donna. "Should it?"

"Some guys can't handle it," the older woman noted.

Mark had been sitting at the end of the sofa against the arm. Kendall sat next to him, leaning against his right arm, her left leg on the floor, her right on the sofa. With her legs slightly spread, her mother, on her other side, leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips, drawing it out. She then reached into a drawer on the end table and pulled out a small vibrator, switched it on, and to her daughter's widened eyes, ran it slowly down the young girl's thigh to her vagina.

Kendall's breathing quickened. "Oh, ah," she moaned. Her head fell back on Mark's shoulder.

Running the toy up and down her daughter's pussy, Donna leaned in and kissed her passionately again. She then inserted the device a bit, causing Kendall to squirm against Mark.

As he watched Donna go down and lick her daughter's pussy, Mark felt it was like watching a live lesbian movie. What couldn't some guys handle about this? Maybe he was just conditioned from all the girl-girl flicks he had seen.

After a couple of minutes of tongue on clit action, Donna reached into the drawer again and withdrew a rabbit vibrator. She lathered it generously with saliva, switched it on, inserted the large shaft into Kendall's wet pussy and pressed the extension arm against her daughter's clit. Kendall went wild. Her left arm shot up around Mark's neck pulling his head against hers. The woman moved the instrument in and out, alternating the clit-teasing arm with her tongue against the girl's button. The buzz of the vibrator was easily drowned out by the teen's groaning.

One would have thought Donna was torturing her daughter what with the intensity she was fucking her with the vibrator. But the shuddering orgasm that followed was sheer evidence that no pain was being inflicted. The two locked lips as Kendall came down from her climax, and all Mark could do was watch eagerly, the action gradually causing his cock to regain life.

Pulling her daughter up off the sofa and turning her around, Donna kissed and licked Kendall's ass cheeks. The two stood and faced one another engaging in a passionate kiss, and if he hadn't known for sure before, Mark was now certain why his mother encouraged him to watch lesbian movies.

Kendall bent to kiss her mother's nipples, swashing them in saliva, before kissing her way down to the woman's inner section. The teen turned the woman around, pushing her down on the sofa, where she landed in a similar position against Mark. Daughter then devoured mom's pussy.

From his vantage point, Mark could see that Kendall was definitely more adept at licking pussy than she was sucking cock. Like her mother had, daughter pulled yet a third vibrating dildo from the drawer and returned the favor using both tongue and tool. Kendall even added another element: her fingers, inserting two inside. It wasn't long before Donna was climaxing all over her daughter's tongue, who hungrily lapped it all up.

As her mother recovered, Kendall eased herself up between her mother's legs to once more suck on the woman's nipples.

Mark could take no more as his cock had returned to full operational status: rock hard. He eased away from Donna and got down on his knees behind Kendall, who was in the same position, and buried his face between her ass cheeks where his tongue went to work on anything it could touch. Once he had the area good and wet, he got into position to slide his dick into her snatch doggie-style. He pounded her for a few minutes before Donna leaned forward and pulled his head to hers in a tight lip-lock. He had to pull out of the girl to reach, so she turned around and took him in her mouth.

Without Kendall's lips ever leaving his rigid pole, Donna turned him around and sat him on the edge of the sofa. The teen offered Mark's cock to her mother, and when the woman moved into place to slide it down her throat, the girl eased onto the floor supine between mom's legs. She then pulled on her parent's hips bringing the woman's crotch to her lips. Donna's mouth remained secure on the steel shaft.

Kendall reached up on the sofa latching onto one of the vibrators, and then shoved it into her mother's pussy. But the woman could take very little of it with her legs buckling, so she pulled her daughter up to join her in the snack. Together, the two females orally worked on Mark's hard-on, mother the shaft and daughter the balls. Now, it was he who couldn't take much of the dual oral, so he pulled one of them—he wasn't sure which—up, and when he felt the tight pussy envelop his cock, he knew it was Kendall.

While they fucked, Donna's hands were all over them: rubbing and pulling Kendall's tits, cupping and fondling Mark's balls, even wedging her fingers down to diddle her daughter's clit. But when her mother's finger touched her anus and rubbed around the puckered skin, that was the final inducement and she came and came hard. It took both Mark and Donna to hold Kendall up until she finished, and then she merely collapsed next to him.

Not one to waste a good hard cock, Donna crawled onto the other end of the sofa on hands and knees, wiggling her ass as a message to Mark. He understood the code and arose to comply. He drove his seasoned sausage into her preheated oven and cooked her hard. With each thrust, he pulled almost all the way out before pile driving back in.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Donna urged through gritted teeth. "Give it to me rough!"

Kendall had recovered enough to crawl on the floor around to the arm of the sofa over which her mother's head was. The woman was in such a state of bliss, her eyes were rolling back in her head. She was looking at her daughter but seeing nothing. The two women kissed briefly before Donna pulled back and said, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" And so she did with as much exertion as had her daughter.

"I'm ready too," Mark yelled.

"Give it to both of us," Kendall ordered getting on the sofa on her knees next to her mother.

So, he shot the first two blasts into Donna, then quickly shoved his cock into Kendall and blew a few more. He returned to the woman to shoot more, but having come a few times already tonight, he had nothing left to give.

All exhausted, Donna coaxed one more thing out of them: a walk to her bed where the three fell asleep before their heads hit the pillows.

* * *

The sound of water falling caused Mark to awaken before he might otherwise have. Through squinted eyes he could see sunlight streaming in through wooden blinds, so he decided it wasn't rain. As more awareness came, he realized he was not in his own bed. A glance next to him to the sound of steady breathing brought back memories of last night as he gazed upon the beautiful Donna asleep.

Even in slumber she was gorgeous. A sudden ill feeling came over him at the thought of fucking his dad's girlfriend. How bad was that? Even though Mark didn't initiate it, he had made no real attempt to stop it. She had been extremely difficult to resist. Still, he didn't really feel as remorseful as he probably should. What did that mean?

His attention was once again drawn to falling water. He and Donna were alone in the bed leading him to deduce Kendall was taking a shower. Quietly, he eased out of bed and into the bathroom, noticing he was not sporting his morning woody. Poor thing was probably drained from last night.

Kendall noticed him when he took his morning pee. "Just in time," she noted. "Come on in, the water's fine."

Still somewhat groggy, he complied without thinking. The warm water beating on his back felt good, as did Kendall pressing herself against him. She moved to kiss him, but his mouth tasted pasty, probably from all of the female body liquids he had consumed. Turning his head away to her dismay, he opened his mouth allowing it to fill with shower water, then sloshed it around and spit it out.

"I should probably do the same," Kendall said, and did.

Finally, their lips came together in a soft, satisfying kiss. But it didn't last long before Kendall slithered down his body licking water that cascaded down his abs. She looked with fascination at his still limp penis, as though she had never seen it in that state, and then lifted it in her hands to slide it into her mouth. He moaned, but the grimace on his face told her it was not one of pleasure.

"I guess I'm sore from last night," he said,

"I'll go easy," the vixen said, getting what she wanted.

And so she did, very softly, very slowly, gradually bringing his tool back to life. He put his hand on her head to make sure she kept it this way. Unfortunately, when the shower door slid open and the beguiling Donna joined them, Mark knew he was simply going to have to bite the bullet.

As Kendall continued her tender, actually almost soothing mouth action, her mother sat on the ledge behind and about a foot up from the tub. This put her right behind her daughter, her face level with Mark's. She leaned over to kiss Mark while pulling and twisting her own nipples. When she pulled back, she was surprisingly content to sit and watch her child.

That is, until Kendall looked up at her and asked, "You want a taste?"

Donna didn't need to be asked twice, quickly easing down to a squat. She took Mark's shaft into her mouth; while Kendall eased further down to lick his balls. Daughter braced herself by latching onto her mother's left breast. The women took turns on his shaft.

A couple of minutes later, Donna, moved behind Mark, picked up and bar of soap, lathering herself and him. It felt good so he lifted Kendall up, took the soap and did the same to her. The three stood close together for a few minutes rubbing soap all over each other.

But after a few minutes of this caressing and touching, Kendall wanted another part of her to be rubbed, so she climbed up on to the ledge her mother had sat on and spread her legs. Both Donna and Mark understood what the teen wanted so the former grabbed the latter's cock and guided it into her daughter's waiting pussy.

"Mmmmm," Kendall purred.

From behind, Donna reached between Mark's legs, cupping his balls in her palm while cradling his dick between her fore and middle fingers. She controlled his thrusts in and out of her daughter. At first, it felt weird to Mark, but then it took on an erotic effect. Even letting go of his shaft but still palming his scrotum was exciting, and when he started to pump faster, the woman removed her hand altogether, latching onto his ass cheeks instead, rubbing them and his back.

Donna then noticed that her daughter had no real perch for her legs, so she grabbed each of her child's ankles and held them out for her. But it only helped for a short while before Kendall opted to stand and let Mark take her from the rear.

Donna re-took her position on the ledge, and her daughter sucked her mother's nipples. Mark had to hold up Kendall's right leg for better access, which allowed her parent to reach down and finger her child's clit. Still, the position was tiring, so mother and daughter switched.

As much as Mark liked to fuck Kendall's tight pussy, there was just something about the feel of Donna's he couldn't get over or get enough of. He lost himself in the comfort of her heavenly snatch, thrusting moderately to enjoy each in stroke. Kendall was playing with her mom's tits and pussy, but he was oblivious.

"Oh, Mark, this is a perfect fuck," Donna said. "Please keep it up."

Of course, he had no intention to stopping, and he kept it up until her moans reached a crescendo. Donna leaned into her daughter's lap as she came, and Mark had to wrap his arm around her waist to prevent her from falling.

When she was finished, she dropped to her knees, scooted underneath Mark and raised her face to allow the water, which was beginning to cool, to splash her face. She adjusted the hot water to bring back some warmth.

Meanwhile, Mark perched his ass on the narrow top of the tub leaning against the ledge. Kendall took the cue and squatted down on his cock. Mark put his arm around her to steady her. Their crotches were exposed enough that Donna, from her position was able to lean in and tongue his balls and shaft, and her daughter's clit.




In Step Ch. 06



"This is not working," Kendall said. So, she got up and out of the shower, picked up a towel and patted herself a bit.

Donna followed, toweling off as well.

When Kendall placed her towel on the counter and sat on it, Mark understood her intention and exited the shower also. She leaned back, spread her legs, wedged the arch of her feet on the edge of the counter and watched as her mother again guided his cock into her pussy. As he started pumping away, Donna remained behind him, her tits pressed against his ass. She reached around and held the base of his dick—she liked touching him as he fucked her daughter.

Kendall leaned back against the mirror and Mark held her ankles. This position was what she needed as she started to feel the first makings of an orgasm.

"That's it!" she cried. "Yes, yes, yes," she intoned with every thrust. A stream of moans followed as she came and came hard.

Mark continued pumping, feeling his own climax approaching. This he announced through his own moans, to which Donna urged, "Oh, give it to me, give to me." He turned to see her with her head tilted back and her mouth wide open. That was the one element of porn movies that he hated: the guy always pulling out and shooting all over the woman's face or in her mouth just to show he was actually coming. But anyway, he indulged her, aimed his cock at her mouth and filled it with hot, sticky sperm until it overflowed and ran down her cheeks. The rest he squirted on her tits.

Kendall was off the counter and on the floor next to her mother in a flash, licked the excess cum from her lips and chin. Then, in the most exciting of gestures, Donna eased up and allowed his jism to drip from her mouth into her daughter's open jaws. She swallowed what she could and then the two engaged in a swapping kiss, ending with licking any residual sperm from each other's faces.

"Damn, that was hot," Mark remarked.

The two merely looked up and smiled.

"Let's get dressed and I'll make us breakfast," Donna suggested.

"Thanks, but I'm going to head on home," Mark said as he dried off. "I hate having to wear the same clothes two days in a row."

The ladies were waiting for him in the kitchen after he dressed. It took him longer because they only slipped on sheer robes.

"You sure you won't have breakfast?" Donna asked.

"No, I need to get home and sort out all of this."

"Are you still concerned that we cheated on your dad?"

"I'm not really sure what I am," Mark answered honestly. "I think I should feel worse than I do, which is not to say I feel bad."

"Let's have breakfast and discuss this," Donna urged. "I'd like to know what you think you should be feeling."

"My dad was really looking forward to last night with you. He had something special planned—I don't know what. But it obviously never happened. And he had to work and you came home and . . ."

"I had sex with you," Donna finished for him.

"Well . . . yeah."

"I was really looking forward to last night also; particularly spending the entire night with him. I admit I was very disappointed that it didn't happen. But I didn't come home and plan to do this. I didn't even know you and Kendall would be here."

"In fairness to my mother," Kendall interrupted, "I coaxed her to play with us."

"And I was too weak not to," Donna admitted. "But do I feel bad about it? Not at all. I guess Kendall has told you that she and I are very open sexually—"

"So, I've noticed," Mark said with a grin. "How many other guys have you shared?"

"You're the first," Donna said.

"And if I hadn't been here, and my dad brought you home and Kendall was here, would you have shared him with her?"

Without skipping a beat, Donna answered, "I guess that would depend on him. Would he do something like that?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know. He and my mom used to be very open about sex—until she passed away."

"So, what are your real concerns, Mark?" Donna wanted to know. "You think we cheated on him, but then you don't really feel bad about it. You seemed to enjoy what we all did. Is it—"

"He's concerned that if you had sex with him behind his dad's back," Kendall said, the reason instantly occurring to her, "how faithful would you be to his dad with another man?"

"Is that it, Mark?"

With a grimace, he explained, "My dad really likes you. I mean, he really likes you. I'm sure he wants your relationship to last a while—"

"A while, that's all?" Donna injected with a smirk.

"He's already lost the woman who, until he started seeing you, was the woman of his life. Now, he's been given another opportunity for that. I don't want to do anything to screw that up."

"I'm a one man woman, Mark. I've never had the man of my life—until now. So, I'm not going to do anything to screw that up. I love your dad, I truly do, and he's told me he loves me. Last night was one of those serendipitous moments when things just happen. Am I sorry? No. Would I like for it to happen again? Absolutely. You asked would I share your dad with Kendall; I would. And if it will set your mind at ease, when the time is right, I'll tell him about all of this; because I don't want us to have any secrets."

Mark nodded. "Okay. I guess I can accept that for now."



In Step Ch. 07



Uncertain whether is was due to guilt over where he had come from or just being considerate not to wake his dad, Mark snuck into the house. Perhaps he just didn't want to have to talk to his father yet.

"Got something to hide?"

But that was not to be, Mark realized as George greeted him from the kitchen table. "No, just thought you'd still be sleeping and I didn't want to wake you."

"I got up about a half-hour ago."

Mark nodded.

"That was awfully nice of you to take care of Kendall last night," George offered.

If you only knew, Mark thought. "She didn't want to interrupt yours and Donna's evening, and neither did I."

"Well, thanks again. That was very considerate," he repeated. "And you had your first taste of wine."

"I didn't even drink the whole glass. I don't know why she did that."

"I think it was just her way of taking care of you for helping Kendall."

If you only knew, Mark again thought. "Did she tell you that?"

"No, I just know how she is. But it must have been hard sleeping with two beautiful women."

"Sleeping with them?" Mark repeated with a chuckle, then added to gauge his dad's reaction. "Yeah, that would have been fun."

"Hell, I've never even done a threesome."

You may yet have your chance, Mark wanted to say. "Well, we all have our fantasies," Mark said before the conversation got out of hand. "Oh, by the way, Donna wanted me to remind you to call her when you woke up; said something about cooking dinner for us tonight."

"I will in a bit."

* * *

"So, when were you going to tell me about you and Mark?" Donna asked as they both sipped coffee on the cum-stained sofa. She'd have to clean that well before tonight.

"Probably the same time you told me that you spied on us."

"Touché," Donna granted. "Seriously, how did it start?"

"The Friday night you and George concocted the stories to get us together. We were watching a movie about two teens engaged in some steamy kissing, which prompted a discussion about kissing. Mark boasted that he could kiss just as good and I called his bluff and told him to show me."

"Which he willingly did?"

"Actually, no. He really is a perfect gentleman. I really had to coerce him."

"My, we are a couple of vixens, aren't we?"

"I guess it's in our blood." Kendall went on, "Anyway, one thing led to another—"

"Which you encouraged?"

"Yeah, why?"

"As long as he didn't force himself on you."

"If anything, I forced myself on him."

"Why the change? To guys, that is."

"You've been telling me I needed to try the other side. The time seemed right and he seemed the right guy."

Donna nodded. "And Tuesday? That was you also?"

"Yes, but he wasn't nearly as difficult to convince."

Donna chuckled.

"And what made you want to spy on us?" Kendall asked, performing her own interrogation.

The older woman told her daughter exactly how it came about. "I didn't say anything because I was stunned. But oddly enough, less because you and he were having sex, than hot incredibly hot it was."

"This explained your little outfit later."

"I guess that was a bit childish."

Kendall grinned. "I wish I'd thought of the outfit first."

They both laughed about it.

"So, for two teens doing it for what I hope was the first time, you both seemed extremely adept."

"Well, for me," Kendall explained with a twinkle in her eye, "it's hereditary and natural instinct."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Donna was quick to add.

"As well you should. "But for Mark, his mother taught him to kiss and told him to watch lesbian porno to learn how to treat a woman."

"What?" Donna's interest perked up. "Do tell."

And Kendall did.

"Well, that could explain the nature of Mark's concern this morning," Donna observed.

"Are you suggesting he was fucking his mother instead of you?"

"It's a distinct possibility. Did you get a sense how much of this George was aware of?"

"Only what he's already said to you; that his mom and dad were really open about sex," Kendall reported, "which would suggest that his mother would not have taught him without his father's knowledge."

"It could mean that. I'll have to think of a way to find out." Eying her daughter studiously, Donna asked, "So, what is it now with you and Mark?"

"How do you mean?" Kendall's inquiry was innocent, but she had a pretty good idea what her mother meant."

"Uh, is it more that just sex?"

"Well, I think it's safe to say I like him a little more than casually and that we get along probably more than you want us to," Kendall explained flippantly. "But I know you don't want us to date."

"I think that's irrelevant now."

Kendall knew her mother was looking for more, but for some reason, the teen wasn't ready to give it. "Look, it's as I said, you encouraged me to try sex with a boy, the time seemed right and Mark seemed like the right guy. I enjoyed it enough the first time to want to do it again; and the second time was good enough to go once more last night and this morning. As long as it keeps being good, I'd like to do it again. Beyond that, I don't know."

But as the phone rang, Donna saw volumes more in her daughter's expression than she was telling.

The caller was George.

"Just getting up?" Donna asked.

"About an hour ago."

"How late did you have to stay?"

"Two-ish, I guess."

"Wow."

"Actually, as much as I grumbled about having to be there, I think Peter is on to something," George reported. "He's got some expansion ideas that are pretty solid. Apparently, his wife leaving him was a wake-up call. It showed him that if you don't take care of things, they might not last. Business has been good so he was content to just let it coast. Now, he wants to assure its longevity. But not enough people at the office recognize that. They think Peter is just going off the deep end. And that thinking could be harmful to their futures. So, I'm taking him seriously and I think it will work well for me later on."

"That sounds good, George."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away."

"Not at all. I'm glad to know that. It can only help me also."

"You're right, Donna," George agreed. "You and I could have bright futures with this company."

"So, you expect to be called in again after hours?"

"Not this weekend. Peter was going away for a few days."

"But next weekend?"

"Possibly. But believe it or not, Peter was very apologetic after he realized I was taking him seriously. Said he'd try not to disturb my weekends. Of course, I told him it was no problem, but he said he'd only do it if a brilliant idea occurred to him that was too good to wait until Monday."

"Well, since you don't have to worry about it tonight, why don't you and Mark come over for dinner?" Donna offered.

"I really wanted to finish off the special evening I had planned for last night."

"There's always afterward."

"Absolutely. But what I was going to say was that on rethinking it, I would rather finish part of it with the kids there, so dinner at your house would be perfect."

"Now, you've really piqued my interest," Donna said playfully. "I don't know if I can wait."

"You can."

"Okay, be like that," she teased. "And you can come over anytime; the earlier the better."

"I have a few errands to take care of, but we'll come as soon as I finish, late afternoon."

"Perfect. See you then."

* * *

It was weird for Mark when he and his dad arrived at Donna and Kendall's home. The secret Mark now shared with the ladies about their escapades hung heavy in the air creating a sexual tension that seemed not to have any possibility of dissipating any time soon. Even just the hugs that the women gave him by way of greeting were electrifying. He hoped his dad didn't pick up on any of it. It was doubtful George would, as he seemed to have his own preoccupation. Certainly, it must have to do with what was supposed to be last night's special evening with Donna, but what was now going to be a special afternoon with all of them.

George had given no hints as to what "special" meant, and Mark had been too preoccupied with the mixed emotions he was experiencing regarding his feelings toward Kendall and the predicament he had gotten himself into with her and her mother to consider what his dad was planning. But he should have guessed that he would not have to wait long for it to be revealed with Kendall around. As she was want to do, she grabbed the bull by the horns.

"So, George," the teen said, "why is this going to be a special evening?"

He clearly had his own timetable and had not expected to be called on it right away. But he quickly shook off his deer-in-the-headlights expression. "Well, I was going to save it for a little later, but I can see by the expressions on your faces that won't work. And if last night had gone as planned, you'd all know by now." He turned and glanced round the living room. "Let's all take a seat. Donna, over here," George said, directing her to the easy chair.

Mark and Kendall sat on the sofa, but not too close to each other. They gave each other questioning looks.

Then in one seemingly swift motion, George looked like he was going to sit on the ottoman facing Donna, but instead reached into his pocket, pulled something out, and went down on one knee. "Donna, I love you very much." He took her hand. "Would you marry me?" In his hand, he held up a small box with an engagement ring in it.

Donna's other hand instantly went to her O-shaped mouth to cover her surprise. "Oh, my!" Her eyes welled with tears.

Mark should have seen this coming, but he hadn't. He experienced an instant of annoyance because his dad had not mentioned what he was planning beforehand. But it quickly passed as he realized it was his dad's life. Beyond that, he simply turned to Kendall to see what her reaction was.

The sentimental female in her had her duplicating her mom's reaction: initial tears of joy. But as her mind quickly processed what this meant to her, the weeping turned to agony, though no one would know to interpret them as such. The reason for this emotional one-eighty was the realization that Mark would become her stepbrother, and as such, they could and would never have any kind of normal relationship.

For Donna, she knew she had to give an answer, and quickly lest he think she wasn't sure, and she knew she wanted that answer to be yes, but her mind was suddenly replaying the incredible sex she and her daughter had had with Mark, the son of the man who was asking to marry her, and suddenly, she didn't know what to do. But fortunately, reason kicked in. Of course, she wanted to marry George; she fucked her own daughter, and now had fucked her future stepson, and whether or not any of it could or should happen again would have to be dealt with later. For now, "Oh, yes, yes I'll marry you, George."

This brought a fresh round of sniffling from Kendall.

"Oh, thank you, Donna. I promise I'll do everything to make you happy and give you the most wonderful life you can have."

"Oh, George, thank you. You've already made me happier than I've ever been."

The two adults pulled each other close and engaged in a passionate kiss.

Mark took the opportunity to again face Kendall. "Wow, you are really happy for them, aren't you?"

She forced a smile and let him think she was. Now was not the time to discuss her feelings. It was her mother's time, and Kendall really was happy for her parent despite her perception of what it meant for her.

Donna and George were like giddy school kids the remainder of the afternoon and evening, and to some extent it was contagious; at least, enough for Kendall to dry her tears and hold her concerns in limbo until she and Mark could discuss the ramifications of their parents' nuptials. The adults randomly discussed their future as various topics occurred to them, often asking for the teens' opinions.

No one had an idea for a date, except that the adults wanted it to happen as soon as possible. They toyed with the idea of the four of them visiting a Justice of the Peace (since none were particularly religious) as soon as a marriage license could be obtained, but decided they owed it to their friends to have a small ceremony and reception. So, then it became a matter of how quickly they could secure a place to have it and how many people would be invited.

Then the discussion migrated to residences. Where would they all live? Sell one of the houses and move in to the other? George's was larger, making it more realistic; Donna's was the first home she had actually owned, though only for a few short years—everything prior had been rentals—so she was not opposed to selling.

"Why not sell both and buy a new one?" Kendall suggested. "That way, you're both starting out with something that is both yours with no history. You could even get a four bedroom so Mark and I would have our own rooms and there'd still be an extra guest room."

"That's not a bad idea," George admitted.

"Yes, I like it, too," Donna agreed.

"Mark," George asked, "how would you feel about that?"

It wasn't spoken, but of course, the underlying question there was the issue of Mark's mother. And while it would be the last part of her for father and son to divest themselves of, it would also be the next step in moving on. "Well, not to be blunt, but Kendall's right, you and Donna need to start fresh and not have the ghost of mom haunting you." He could see by their expressions that maybe he hadn't chose his words carefully enough. "Besides," he added, "I'll be going off to college in the fall." He really didn't know what else to say, so he let it go there.

But that was another damper.

"Oh, wow," George said sadly. "I hadn't thought about that."

"But you'll come home on weekends and holidays," Donna pointed out.

"Aw, do I have to?" Mark joked. "I'll be in college. I'll have to party on weekends."

"Yeah, 'cause you're such a party animal," Kendall remarked. But that was only to cover up another sad realization. Not only was he going to become her stepbrother, preventing her from dating him, he was going away to college leaving her all alone.

They all laughed, and already they felt like a family.

A while later, George was able to catch Mark alone. "It occurs to me that I should probably have discussed with you asking Donna to marry me prior to popping the question."

"I was miffed at first," Mark admitted. "But it passed quickly. I mean, it's your life to choose."

"But it does concern both you and me."

"But in the long run, you're the one who'll have to live with her. As I said, I'll be off at college. Joking aside, if I really didn't like Donna, I would come home as little as possible. But I do like her, and I couldn't be happier for both of you."

"Aw, thanks, Mark." They shook hands and hugged.

These types of conversations carried them through a delicious dinner. After the meal, Kendall became anxious to be alone with Mark to discuss the massive change they were all facing. Furthermore, she could see that their parents were pretty eager to consummate their engagement; as if their constant touching—though not yet inappropriately—and stealing kisses were not enough of a clue. Finally, she joked, "Why don't you two get a room?"

"Or better still," Mark added, "pick a house and we'll stay at the other one."

It was amusing that the two adults seemed almost embarrassed to admit they wanted to go do what their children were suggesting.

"Or they could just go into mom's room."

"That would be awkward," George commented.

"We're not kids anymore," Kendall pointed out. "Whether you go in the bedroom, to your house or to a hotel, we'll know what you're going to do, dad."

"No you won't," George countered. "It so happens I have a new wine at home I want Donna to try. I meant to bring it, but forgot."

"Oh, dad, that was so lame," Mark said.

"Yeah, and I don't think you need to get her drunk first," Kendall chirped in.

George stood. "Come along, Donna. We don't need to take parent abuse."

Again, they all laughed.

"You guys make a note," Kendall suggested. "When we start looking for a new house, let's make sure the master bedroom is on the opposite side of the house from the other bedrooms."

"Like we didn't already think of that," George said facetiously.

One more round of laughter.

"You guys going to be okay?" Donna asked as they headed for the door. "I'll leave the keys to my car in case you need to go somewhere."

"Don't you want to pack a bag?" Kendall asked flippantly.

"What could I possibly need?" Donna returned in kind, stepping closer to hug her daughter. "You two behave yourselves," she whispered.

"Likewise."

"As if."

When they were finally gone, Kendall turned to Mark and hugged him tightly. "Oh, lord, this is the worst thing that could happen," she moaned.

"You mean them getting married?"

They returned to the sofa. Kendall had a denim dress on that buttoned up the front from top to bottom. She'd had the first two buttons undone, which exposed just the top of her cleavage. It was thankfully short, with the last button about six inches from the hem. She undid another button up top and two on the bottom so she could sit comfortably. The result, of course, was more cleavage and way more thigh.

"We'll be stepbrother and stepsister before long," she pointed out. "That positively precludes us dating."

"Is that all you're worried about?"

"I really wanted to have a normal relationship with you, Mark. You're the first boy to come along that I've wanted that with. Now—"

"No offense, Kendall, because I would like to have a relationship with you also, but it would never have been normal as long as our parents were even dating, let alone now getting married. And if that wasn't enough, there was our threesome last night and this morning. How many of your friends have had threesomes with their mothers?"

"Your point is well taken," Kendall acknowledged. "Did that bother you having a threesome with my mother?"

"Probably not as much as it should have," Mark admitted. "Although now that she's going to be my stepmother . . ."

"You don't think guys fuck their girlfriend's mothers or their stepmothers?"

"No one I know."

"So, you're the first on your block to have one?"

"So, it would seem."

She pushed him down to a supine position on the sofa with his head propped on the couch's arm. She then wedged herself between him and the sofa back, her head on his shoulder, her arm around his chest, her leg draped over his but not over anything vital.

"Was it my mother you were really fucking—or yours?"

"Oh, what a sick, twisted little mind you have."

"But you love it. And what was your answer? I didn't quite catch it."

"You'd just love for me to say my mother, wouldn't you?"

"Just be truthful. I'm in no position to judge you."

"Well, truthfully, it was your mother," Mark answered honestly. "Because the entire time I was doing it with her, I was questioning the sanity of what I was doing with her."

"I believe you," Kendall said softly, then leaned up to peck him on the cheek. "But all kidding aside, I'm truly happy for my mother and George. However, I really am disappointed for us. I was hoping in your inimitable wisdom you'd have a solution."

"Okay. What kind of solution are you looking for?"

Heaving a heavy sigh, Kendall said, "One in which we can be together, see each other, go out."

"If they take your advice on a new house, your first two requirements will be met."

"That's not enough. I want all three."

"So demanding. Where are you going to college?"

"What? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer the question."




In Step Ch. 07



"I don't know. I haven't decided yet."

"You're about to graduate from high school and you haven't selected a college yet?"

"So?"

"What are you going to major in?" Mark persisted.

Becoming annoyed, Kendall said, tongue-in-cheek, "Oh, I don't know, I was thinking of becoming an English teacher."

"Excellent," he responded, as though taking her seriously. "Then I think you should attend the same university as me: North State U."

"Wha—"

"We can get an apartment together offsite so neither of us has to live in the dreaded dorms. Plus, we'll be able to save our parents money by sharing a place."

"Oh, my god!"

But Mark mistook her exclamation. "What's wrong with that?"

"You're a fucking genius!" she exalted. "We'll be living together, by ourselves, no one will know we're step siblings because we have different last names, so if we go out together people will just think we're dating our roommates. It's fucking brilliant!"

"Phew. I was afraid for a second that you wouldn't go for it," he joked.

"Do you think that after a period of time we'll be able to tell our parents that we love each other and are dating and want to be together?"

"If after a period of time we still love each other, are dating and want to be together."

"What will we do if they don't—"

"Whoa, Kendall, you're getting way ahead of yourself. Just take it as it comes."

"I guess you're right," she said. Changing the subject, Kendall asked, "So, will you be okay with moving out of your house? I mean, as far as your mother is concerned. That is your home."

"In case we haven't mentioned it," Mark reiterated facetiously, "my dad and I are moving on. For him, getting married again is about as moving on as you can get. As for me, my mom will always remain right here—" he touched his chest in the vicinity of his heart "—no matter what physical location I call home."

"That's nice." Her hand was casually resting on the mound in his pants. "You think they'll really let us have input into a new house?"

"If I know my dad, he'll want us to be one big happy family, and if that means finding a house we all like, we'll have a say."

Now, her thumb was wedged against the flap of his waistband, and ever so slightly, she flicked it up unsnapping his pants. "I really wasn't joking when I suggested a house with the master bedroom secluded from the other bedrooms." Slowly, she worked his zipper down.

"I don't think anyone thought you were."

Zipper down, Kendall's hand now snaked into his drawers, gently wrapping her fingers around his warm, pulsing cock. "What would be nice is if we could find a two-story house with the master bedroom downstairs and the other bedrooms upstairs." Slowly, she pumped his hard dick.

Mark loved it when she held his rod. Up until a couple of weeks ago, no one had ever touched it except him. It was a simple thing, but it felt great to have someone else—Kendall—touch it. "The problem with that is they might hear movement above them."

Continuing to stroke him, she said, "I didn't think of that. But then, I've never lived in a two-story house."

"Neither have I," Mark said, reaching over to undo another button on her dress. "But I had a friend who did. You could always hear if someone was walking around upstairs." He fondled her breast.

She pushed his underpants down to expose his balls. "Then single story it will have to be." Her hand gently cupped his scrotum.

"Unless we can find a two-story where the upstairs bedrooms are not directly over the master bedroom." His fingers tweaked her nipple within her bra cup.

"Now you're talking." Kendall sat up enough to pull his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. She sucked each of his balls, and then went on to bathe his cock in saliva. When it was well lubricated, she again grasped it in her hand and resumed stroking, determined to jerk him off to an orgasm. Laying back down and resting on her right elbow, she positioned her face at eye level with the head of his shaft. "I want to see you ejaculate," she explained.

"I'll do my best," he quipped.

Kendall stopped once, angling his rod toward her mouth and lathering him up again. She jerked him with moderate, steady stokes, and like someone else touching him, certainly no one else had ever masturbated him. It was as incredible a feeling as fucking her.

Again, she needed lubrication, but this time, she merely dribbled saliva from her mouth onto his shaft as though basting a piece of meat. That worked better, and he started to feel that churning in his testicles.

Kendall could tell by the tightening of his balls and the pulsing of his cock that he was ready to come. Strangely to him, she put her free hand over his cock head, aimed his pee hole at his abdomen and watched very closely. But he was too lost in the process of climaxing to worry about what she was doing as a huge puddle of his semen collected around his belly button. After four good shots, he glanced down.

Kendall seemed mesmerized by the pool of white, creamy liquid on Mark's skin. She licked her lips, and he thought for a second she was going to lap it up. But instead, she quickly unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her dress, forced her panties down as far as her arm would stretch, wiggled her legs to get them down to her ankles, removed one foot from the leg hole and then drew the other leg up to pull her panties off completely. Finally, she draped them over Mark's face, the crotch landing perfectly on his nose. He automatically inhaled the fragrant aroma.

But Kendall didn't wait to see what else Mark did. Instead, she dragged the palm of her hand across the semen pool in his abdomen, scooping up as much of the sticky liquid as she could, then smeared it all over her pussy, using it as lubrication to masturbate herself.

As she flicked her clit, Mark made a move to ease down and do it for her—as she had done for him. But she halted him with a sharp, "Stay!"

Kendall had tilted her body away from him toward the back of the sofa with her ass pressed against his hip. Mark's left arm was around her between her neck and left shoulder. He tried to bend it to reach her left tit, but couldn't quite manage that, so he used his right arm to pull her dress aside and force his hand behind her back to unclasp her bra. It took acute dexterity, but he completed the task. He lifted the bra cups up to her neck exposing her beautiful breasts, then fondled and caressed them, also paying attention to her nipples, the tips of which he rubbed lightly.

That and her swipe for the remaining cum on his stomach provided the final impetus for her to begin thrashing about as her orgasm came. Mark reached down to finger her clit himself, but as her climax continued, she closed her legs tightly because her button was too sensitive for any further touching.

Kendall's body went limp as she inhaled deeply to catch her breath. Mark leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, bringing a smile to her already glowing face.

"Wow, that was fucking erotic!" she exclaimed. "Masturbating."

"It beats—no pun intended—jerking myself off."

"I would hope so."

* * *

"Do you think the kids are okay with this?" Donna asked, once they were in his car. With what she knew Kendall and Mark were doing that George didn't know, she couldn't decide if the teens would think the marriage was the best thing to happen to them or the worst. Believing they were probably fucking already, Donna furthered wondered what moving in together would mean.

"They seemed to be," George replied. "I pulled Mark aside and he said he was happy for us."

"Being happy for us is not the same as being okay with us getting married."

"I suppose that's true. But if they're not, they need to be honest and tell us the truth." George stole a quick glance at his fiancé—he liked the sound of that. "What if Kendall came to you and said she was positively against us getting married?"   

"It wouldn't change my mind, if that's what you're asking. But I would also be concerned about her. What about you?"

"Likewise. But I don't think we have anything to worry about. If Kendall felt comfortable enough to call Mark to help her out of a sticky situation last night, then we're on the right track."

Donna still was not convinced of the accuracy of that story—again knowing what else she knew—but at this point, there was no reason to tell George about her doubts, particularly with all else that had happened last night and this morning. "You're right." Enough about the kids, she thought. She was too happy to let them be a worry. "George, I can't tell you how happy I am."

"As am I."

"This is just about all I wanted out of my adult life was to find a good man and get married," Donna confessed.

"I thought my life was over when my wife died. I never thought I'd marry again because I never thought I would find another woman like her. And I never thought I'd find another woman like her because I had no desire to look. I felt like that for a long time. And then you came along, and suddenly, there was hope. After the first time we made love I knew I could never let you go. Not only did I find another woman like my wife, but I'm ashamed to say, I know I found someone better."

"Oh, George. Thank you for saying that. But I want you to know that I will always try to respect your memory of your wife."

"I appreciate you saying that, but I don't want you to ever have to live in her shadow. And if at any time I—or Mark—do anything to make you or Kendall feel that way, I beg you to tell us."

"I will."

On that note, there was little else to say for the short remainder of the drive. Once inside George's home, the two could not wrap their arms around one another and press their lips together in a passionate kiss fast enough. Oddly enough, they remained like that for many minutes, unlike the visions each had on the ride over of ripping their clothes off after closing the door behind them.

With their lips locked, Donna couldn't help but let her left hand slide down George's side and around the front of his pants to palm the massive hard-on bulging out. Nor could she do nothing once there. She rubbed her hand up and down his considerable length all the way down to his balls and continued massaging his wonderful tool as they continued to suck face.

George's right arm was still around Donna's neck, but his left arm drifted down her back. She was wearing a short wraparound dress that tied around her back. Of course, when his hand encountered the strap, he undid it.

His solid dick in her hand felt so good that Donna dropped her right hand to join in, and together, they massaged every inch of his swollen shaft. With her right, she held on to the head while the left continued caressing the length.

Throughout it all, their lips never parted. Donna had to swing her middle body back a tad to allow both hands on his tool. When she did that, one flap of her dress spread open, somewhat assisted by her own hand actions, and when she realized it, she quickly allowed her right hand to move off of his cock to unclasp the hook holding the inside flap to the outside. Her right had returning to him also caused the inside flap to spread, allowing him access to her bra-enclosed breasts.

No longer could Donna just touch his manhood through his pants and underwear. Her hands quickly undid his belt and zipper, and she broke their kiss at last to push the garments down; she had to squat a bit to get them down past his knees where gravity pulled them the rest of the way. His woody smeared pre-cum on her bra, and he used her movement back up from squatting to push her dress off her arms. It fell to the floor. Before their lips could re-attach, he one-handedly undid her bra and pulled it completely off.

Their mouths once again pressed together, Donna was able to handle his cock more lovingly. She loved its muscular feel and the softness of his balls. She rubbed the head against her now naked abdomen, even pressing most of his length against her. In a more concerted effort, her right hand stroked his shaft while her left fondled his scrotum, and even ventured down his thigh occasionally.

Once more, Donna broke their kiss. Her mouth full of saliva from it, she took aim and allowed a stream to drip down onto the head of his shaft where her palm quickly absorbed it and rubbed it into his cock. She repeated the process, and in an uncalculated move, she turned around, wiggling her ass against his dick, then reached around with her right hand and continued stroking it from behind.

This allowed George to use his left hand to push his fiancé's panties down. She was able to squirm them off. It also enabled him to reach around front of her and caress her spectacular breasts and alternate dipping down to fondle her pussy, which was beginning to ooze.

George positioned his cock against her right hip where he could supplement her jerking him with rubbing against her skin.

Having dropped her purse at her almost at her feet when they entered and engaged in kissing—still near the front door were they—Donna quickly stooped and grabbed a small bottle of baby oil from it. She poured it liberally into her right palm, recapped and dropped it, and then reached around to coat his cock and balls. Her hand now glided effortlessly up and down his shiny shaft.

But this was becoming more than George could take. With his right hand, he grabbed hers and held it in front of her, then twisted his groin so that his rod was between her butt cheeks and rubbed its full length up and down. Donna assisted by leaning into him and springing her knees slightly up and down.

However, so zealous were they becoming that when he went low and she went high his cock dropped down and slid between her legs. Having never done anything as remotely kinky as this, Donna spread her thighs enough for George to pump his dick, rubbing the head against her pussy and the shaft against the area between her vagina and ass.

Donna couldn't help but reach down and caress the underside of his cock and the head as it popped out on his in-stroke. Her pussy lips had spread and were riding his rod like a saddle.

His breathing quickened, indicating to her that he was getting close. She wasn't far herself. In another unplanned move, Donna quickly retrieved the bottle of baby oil, turned around, squirted more on his shaft, recapped and dropped the bottle, rubbed the oil all over, then slid his cock between her legs again, except this time, she was facing him.

George resumed pumping, this time harder and faster. Her grabbed Donna by her ass, wedging his finger between her cheeks, his middle finger pressed against her puckered anus. There was enough residual oil for him to massage the hole. This started her orgasm and triggered his. When she felt his cum splattering her pussy and ass and dripping down her legs, she came hard, her own juices coating his cock, mixing with his and racing against his down her legs.

Both were able to make it to the nearby sofa to collapse.

"Damn, that was hot!" Donna extolled.

"Yes, it was," George heartily agreed. "And different."

Like to see the kids do that! Donna thought.

Little did she know . . .



In Step Ch. 08



To be sure, it didn't end there for either couple. In fact, both pairs enjoyed a robust evening of lovemaking. What would have probably been frightening to the two twosomes if each knew this about the other was that not only did their sex sessions begin similarly with masturbatory action, but they also ended almost exactly the same with the women wanting a simple, romantic finale. Both men determined this to be the classic missionary position, where the partners gazed deeply into each others eyes as they came.

To answer the question on most readers' minds: no, the four did not climax simultaneously at the exact same moment in time.

To play it safe, before George and Donna returned to her house Sunday morning, Donna visited the bathroom at George's home where she quickly and secretly called Kendall to warn the teens that the parents were on their way. Her daughter was grateful for the heads up and said that she would make certain they were not caught in a compromising situation when they arrived.

The four spent Sunday together to begin planning the wedding and start a search for a home. As they became lazy in the afternoon, Kendall wished they had a pool to lay out by. George agreed that it would be nice and said that they would include a pool in their house plans, if the price was right.

As the week went on, the four were together every evening, alternating nights between George's and Donna's homes. On Tuesday, they were back at Donna's, and when Mark arrived, no one was home. He sat on the back patio for a few minutes until Donna drove up. She advised him that his dad had a late meeting, Kendall had a school function and George would pick her up on his way home. He expected them to be there by seven, which was two hours away.

Mark followed Donna inside, appreciating the seductive sway of her fine ass in her tight white skirt. "Should I go home and come back then?" he asked.

"Nonsense," she answered, then turned to face him, provocatively adding, "Are you afraid to be alone with me?"

"No, no, of course not," Mark stammered.

"Good. Make yourself at home, help yourself to anything. I'm going to change."

"Okay." Mark could only imagine what changing meant.

A few minutes later, he heard water running, but thought nothing of it. However, when Donna didn't return after twenty minutes, he became worried. Cautiously, Mark walked down the hall to her bedroom. "Donna?" But she didn't respond. The door wasn't closed, so he walked in. She wasn't in the bedroom. He walked on through to the bathroom, hesitantly peeking in.

To his surprise—the running water should have explained it—Donna was soaking in the tub covered in bubbles, her head tilted back against the wall. She obviously dozed off. The suds hid everything up to her neck. "Donna?" he called again.

She stirred, and then looked up, startled to find him there. However, that feeling lasted only seconds until she noticed the bulge in his pants. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Apparently. I was concerned when you didn't return right away."

"I'm sorry. It's been a rough day," she explained. "When I came in here, the thought of a soothing bath was too good to pass up."

"Okay, well, I'll let you get back to it." Mark turned to leave.

"You don't have to go," Donna said. "Stay and we'll chat."

"Do you really think that's a good idea? I mean, what with you being naked and all."

"Are you serious, Mark?"

"Yeah, why?" he asked with a frown.

"After all we did Friday night and Saturday morning?"

He didn't know what to say, so said nothing.

"Mark, if we're going to be family, I hope we can get over this modesty. I've always been open with Kendall and I hope you and I can have the same kind of relationship."

"Except that you and Kendall are both female."

"Meaning?"

"That I shouldn't be in here while you're bathing."

"And refresh my memory," Donna said, "whose rule is that?"

Mark shrugged. "Society."

"Ah, those clever people. Are you uncomfortable being in here with me?"

"Not as much as I probably should be."

"Why should you be?" Donna made certain to keep her voice level with no accusatory or condescending tones.

"You're going to marry my dad and become my stepmother."

"And you think your dad would have a problem with this?"

"I don't know," Mark answered with a hint of exasperation. "He's been unpredictable in the last year or so."

"Since your mom passed?"

Mark nodded.

"I guess I should ask if you're comfortable with us getting married."

"Absolutely, Donna. I like you and Kendall. He couldn't have found anyone better." Mark chuckled. "It's actually made his unpredictability more predictable."

That elicited a snicker from her. "Okay, you're going to have to explain that."

"The things he's been doing since dating you were unpredictable because I didn't know about it and saw no reason for the way he was acting. But now I know he is just a man in love, so while I was not able to predict that the Sunday we met you at the lakefront was planned, or the reason for having Kendall and I spend the evening together, or him asking you to marry him, they would have been predictable had I known he was in love with you. Does that make any sense?"

"Well, I think I get what you mean. Were your parents open?"

"I think so. I mean, they didn't invite me to watch them have sex, but they made no secret of the fact that they had it."

"Did they discuss it openly?"

"Somewhat. But it would have been interesting to see if they would have been more open after I became 18."

"You think they would have?"

"I do. I'm sure Kendall has told you about me and my mom."

"Would it bother you if she did?" The bubbles were dissipating, but Donna made no effort to cover herself. She wanted him to become comfortable with her.

"No, I don't think so." He became ruminative, so she let him. "Actually," he went on, "My mom became quite a bit more open toward the end. I really liked it."

"What did you like about it?" She wanted to keep him talking.

"It was nice to be able to discuss things of a nature that kids and their parents didn't usually discuss."

"Sexual things?"

"Somewhat."

"Was your dad ever part of those discussions?"

"He was always at work when we had them. I don't know if my mom ever told him what she and I talked about."

"Do you think she would have taught you to kiss as she did behind his back?"

"I don't think so. But he never acknowledged it, if she did tell him. Of course, it wasn't long after that she rapidly went downhill and passed away. Both of us kind of retreated within ourselves after that and there wasn't anything to be open about."

"Mark, I can't replace your mother, and I'm not going to try. I don't want you to ever forget her, and I'll try my best not to affect your memory of her. But if you'll let me, I would like to pick up where she left off."

"I think I'd like that. But I don't want to do anything behind my dad's back."

"Nor do I. But until we can bring him around to our way of thinking, we'll have to be discreet in our openness. Can you do that?"

"I can if you're certain you can bring him around."

"We'll give it our best shot." Donna looked up at him. She'd been glancing up off and on during their talk, but this time she made a show of it. "Thank you for having this discussion with me. I . . . oh, my." She reached up and patted his hard on, but didn't remove her hand. "Did this conversation do that?"

"Donna, I'm embarrassed to say that you and Kendall do this to me." Subconsciously, Mark had noticed that the suds no longer covered Donna and that her nudity was clearly visible through the water. Obviously, that's what had kept him hard, but he hadn't really considered it because he was focused on their discussion.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. I take it as a compliment."

"For me, it's discomfort."

Rubbing it again, Donna said, "Well, I'm sorry Kendall's not here to take care of it. I guess I'll have to." She reached up and tugged his zipper down.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of you; that's part of the openness."

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" But he did nothing as she continued to undo his belt and pants.

"Well, you've been watching me, and I've been staring at this lump, and I think we need to do something about it or we're both going to be miserable for the rest of the evening." She pulled his pants and drawers down just far enough for his cock to spring free.

Somehow, Mark became powerless to stop her as she grabbed his tool with her wet hand. Kneeling in the tub, she wrapped her lips around the head of his dick to just under the rim. He felt her tongue swirling around the crown teasing his pee hole. She was incredible. Her mouth slid down around the circumcised foreskin where her tongue tickled his frenulum. She was so good; he thought he might pass out. Then she stopped.

"Let me get out so I can do this properly," Donna explained. She didn't bother to dry off, which was somewhat of a turn-on in itself, and simply pulled out her vanity stool. Sitting down put her mouth perfectly at height with his cock, and she wasted no further time before swallowing his rod all the way down to the root. The woman really knew how to make love to a dick as she held just the head and frenulum in her mouth, again swirling her tongue around them, then grabbed his balls and the base in her left hand while stroking the rest of the shaft with her right.

"You really should teach this to Kendall," Mark heard himself say, having no idea what prompted the remark. He felt the vibration of her chuckle on his penis.

In a surprising move, Donna, her mouth still firmly affixed to his cock, reached around him latching on to his ass cheeks pulling him to her, then pushing him back, basically having him fuck her mouth. She kept this up until he got the idea. When he did, it was because this felt so good that he held her head on either side to continue pumping on his own. Able to multitask, she made sure her tongue was still working on the inside while she used her hands to pull his pants and underwear all the way down to his ankles, making it obvious that she had more planned.

Knowing that she wouldn't let him stop until she considered them finished, and not certain he really wanted to stop, he assisted by halting his thrusting and stepping out of his shoes, pants and drawers. Grabbing the back of her head with his left hand to resume thrusting, he used his right to yank his shirt up and over his head.

Now that Mark was free of all clothes, Donna pulled his cock from her mouth and sucked on his balls, fitting his entire scrotum in her mouth. She then shook her head from side to side. It felt fantastic. Wow, this woman knew some tricks.

Following that, Donna pulled Mark down to his knees and lay back on her vanity stool with her legs spread. She tugged on his cock to direct him toward her waiting pussy. But he really didn't need that hint.

The bench really was not long enough for Donna to lie on so she had to awkwardly use her arms to hold her upper body up. Uncomfortable as it was, the feel of his hard cock sliding in made it all tolerable. But only for a short while.

Even Mark could see that the position was not working. He tried to keep his thrusts gentle, but even then she was having a difficult time. Then an idea occurred to him, so he pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the stool on her stomach. The bench was pliable enough that she was essentially on her hands and knees with her mid-section resting on it. He then got behind her and did her doggy-style.

"Good thinking!" Donna commented.

Mark was now able to drill with firm, steady strokes. Donna's moans were confirmation that it was working. Then it occurred to him instead of pumping back and forth, he pivoted his hips in a circular motion. He felt his glans rotating around her interior vaginal wall.

"Oh, yes," Donna cried. "Keep that up!"

So, he did. And minutes later, he could hear her breathing quicken and her moans intensify.

Through clenched teeth, Mark heard Donna urge him: "Yeah, fuck me, Mark. Give it to me."

Again, he did, pounding her hard.

"That's it! I'm gonna come," she huffed. "Come with me. Come in me."

Mark wanted to—badly. But he had a concern. "What if you have sex with my dad later? You'll have my semen in you."

"Wouldn't that be wicked?" Donna said, excitedly. And the thought of George fucking her with Mark's cum in her pussy pushed her over the edge. She came and came hard. But she kept pushing against him wanting him to shoot in load in her. "Don't worry. It would all be gone by then."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now, come!"

It had been hard holding out anyway, so he let it go, blasting her vagina with a heavy load of white, creamy semen. He kept pumping until he was finished, but it forced what he was shooting into her out. It dripped down her legs and onto his balls. Finally, he stopped and pulled out.

Donna sat up, facing Mark. "You are good, boy!" She pressed her lips to his, kissing him passionately while she grabbed his dick and smeared the residual cum all over, even rubbing his tool against her abdomen. She then stood, grabbed a washcloth off the counter and handed it to him. "Here, clean yourself off." She got back in the tub to do the same. "Go into the kitchen and take the pack of pork chops out of the frig. Get the big pot from under the stove, fill it with water and start it boiling for the potatoes. I'll be out in a minute."

* * *

Kendall wished she had known this morning that George was going to pick her up after her Graduation meeting so she could have dressed a little more alluringly. There was nothing she could do about her jeans, but she unbuttoned a couple more buttons on her shirt to display a good amount of cleavage. She wasn't certain what was prompting her to do this, except that she recalled the picnic a week and a half ago and still wanted to sample that big cock of his. She toyed with the idea of attempting to seduce him during the drive home, but when she got into his SUV, she realized there wasn't time nor probably was this the place. However, she was certain that if it didn't happen before, after he and her mother were married, at some point, the opportunity would present itself.

"Thanks for picking me," Kendall offered by way of greeting. She noticed him eyeing her cleavage.

"Happy to do it," he returned. "Besides, it will give us a chance to talk."

"Oh? Was there something you wanted to discuss?" She asked curiously.

"Yes, I wanted to ask you myself how you really felt about your mom and I getting married."

Kendall wanted to ask if it really mattered, but she knew that would have been rude. And since Mark had solved their dilemma, she was actually growing more comfortable with the idea, particularly if they found the right house. "I'm totally in favor of it, George. My mother deserves to be happy and she's happier than I've ever seen her."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I want you to know that I'm not just marrying your mother, I'm taking on a wife and a daughter. I never had a daughter and always wanted one. I'm going to try to be the father you never had and I hope you'll be the daughter I never had."

Kendall was actually touched by his words. She hadn't expected such raw emotion. "Wow, George, I don't know what to say, except that I agree."

"And I'm glad you and Mark are getting along so well. That made the decision to marry your mother so much easier."

"I know he's only a couple of months older than me, but he'll be the big brother I never had. I always wanted a big brother to look out for me, and he even started the job early." I also always wanted a big brother to fuck, she wanted to say.

"Even though he has decided to go up north to college, I want you to know that whatever you want to do is fine with me. I mean, we're not going to talk you into going away to college so we can be alone. If you want to stay here and go locally, that's perfectly okay."

"Thanks, George. I appreciate you saying that, but to tell you the truth, I've been thinking lately of going to school up north also."

"Oh, really? Did Mark talk you into that?"

"Not at all," she lied. "But he's so smart I thought it would be helpful to have him around to maybe tutor me when I needed it. We even talked about getting and apartment together to help you and mom save some money."

"Wow. I'm impressed. That's sounds like a workable idea. I guess it also means you and Mark have gotten closer than I thought."

His last statement frightened Kendall. Was he hinting at something, fishing, or just making a casual observation? She didn't know how to respond or even if to say something. She tried one of her mother's disarming techniques and reached her hand inside her shirt as though to scratch an itch, but really to call attention to her breasts, which he had been stealing glances at throughout the drive. It seemed to work, but still, she felt something verbal was called for. Shrugging for effect, she said, "As I said, he's becoming the big brother I always wanted."

George simply nodded, and fortunately, pulled into her driveway at the same time.

* * *

They found Mark and Donna in the kitchen preparing dinner. The two had brushed against one another a time or two in the small confines of the cooking area, and he could have seen it leading to other things if they hadn't already satisfied each other, not that that would have stopped them if George and Kendall—or really just George—was not coming home.

George came into the kitchen and kissed Donna adoringly on the lips. Kendall wished she could have done the same thing with Mark, and hoped that such an opportunity would present itself later.

During dinner, George revealed that he had secured a reputable real estate agent to handle the sale of both houses as well as searching for an appropriate new dwelling for them. Donna reported that she had arranged for a reception hall and judge to perform the ceremony and gave the available dates. All decided that the earliest time was most desirable so she would book them for two and one-half weeks hence. The women decided they needed to go shopping Saturday for outfits while the men would begin prepping their home as a temporary residence for the family until a new abode could be found. They would also find a suitable storage facility for Donna's and Kendall's furniture. Once they were ready to move into a new home the four would decide whose things to keep.

Throughout the evening, as with last night, Kendall kept hoping for an opportunity for her and Mark to be alone. Last night it never happened. Fortunately, tonight the parents were taking inventory of furniture, so while they were in the bedrooms, she was able to plant a deliciously amorous kiss on his lips. He gave back what he received.

"So, what did you and mom do?" Kendall asked.

Mark couldn't decide how she might react if he told the truth, and even though he felt bad not being honest, he tried to remain vague. "Oh, you know, we had an exchange."

"About what?"

He shrugged. "Whatever popped up."

"Nothing specific?"

"She wanted to know how I really felt about the marriage. I told her I was in favor of it. She wanted to be able to take over where my mom left off, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." He gave Kendall a look. "Then she said you told her what my mom had taught me and we talked about that."

"I figured after Friday night and Saturday morning there was nothing left to hide."

"Mmmhmm. What about you and my dad?"

"Pretty much the same, except he told me that if I wanted to stay at home to go to college he had no problem with that." She became hesitant.




In Step Ch. 08



"And you told him what we were planning."

"I did," Kendall answered demurely, expecting him to be mad, so she quickly added, "but he seemed to take it well."

"Ah ha. Tell me exactly how that conversation went."

So, she did.

"Well, then, I guess you did good."

But their time alone was all too short before the adults returned. However, it would have to do.

Following that, George was ready to go home because he had an early meeting in the morning. Kendall's eyes pleaded with Mark stay a while, but he could think of no reason that he didn't think his dad would not be suspicious of, so he opted to leave also.

* * *

"So, did you and Mark have a good fuck?" Kendall asked after the men departed.

There was no use denying it and Donna didn't want to conceal anything from her daughter. "I hate being predictable."

"Some things you can't hide from."

"Did he tell you?"

"He was sufficiently vague enough to arouse my curiosity," Kendall said. "He said you and he had an exchange, and when I asked what about, he said whatever popped up. Knowing him, there was only one thing that could have 'popped' up, and knowing you, there's only one thing that the 'exchange' could have been."

"Did you question him further?"

"No. Why? Is there more?"

"No, but I was trying to get him to be more open." Donna told her daughter exactly what happened. "I want us to be an open family like you and I have been."

"And you and Mark think George will come around?"

"It might take some time, but, yes, I think eventually he will."

"And your ultimate plan is for us to be one big happy fucking family?" But Kendall's tone of voice was anything but repulsion; in fact, she relished the idea.

"Wouldn't that be fun?"

"Yes, it would," Kendall agreed. "And as long as we're being honest . . ." She told her mother about the college plans she and Mark discussed and that she had mentioned them to George, as well as his comment.

"That's an interesting plan. From an educational standpoint, I like it."

"But?"

"No buts. I'm assuming that you'll get a two-bedroom apartment and the second bedroom will be just for show."

"I like the way you think," Kendall quipped.

Donna rolled her eyes. "I know how much you like Mark. I mean, obviously I do too. And I know I said we didn't want the two of you to date, but realistically, we also knew couldn't have stopped you. However, that was all before George asked me to marry him. Now, you and Mark are going to be step siblings and you think going off to college together at the opposite end of the state is a way around that, and to some extent it is. But the two of you still need to be very careful and you will be multiplying the reason we didn't want you to date in the first place. So, you must promise me that you and Mark will be extremely careful. I'll back you as much as I can only if you are always completely honest with me. Can you do that?"

"Mom," Kendall said in a tone that suggested there could be no doubt, "you've always been there for me, always taken care of me, and I believe, you've always been honest with me. Mark and I want you and George to make it as much as you and he do, and the last thing either of us wants is to be the cause of problems for you. We are acutely aware of what is at stake. So, you can rest assured that we will not do anything to hurt or embarrass you and George. We've already talked about heading off any problems he and I might have so they don't become your problems."

"I can't believe it," Donna remarked in amazement.

Confused, Kendall asked, "What?"

"That you turned out so well. With all those nice things you just said about me, I never felt I was that great a mother," Donna confessed, "always bringing home some weird guy. From what I've read, most young girls in your situation would have rebelled, gotten in some trouble, knocked up. But you . . . you are just the opposite."

"Well, we could argue how well you actively guided me and never agree. But we have the same genes, and sometimes, it's just what's in the genes."

"I guess you're right. Our genes are the same . . . even when our jeans come off!"

* * *

There seemed to be something about George's home that gave Kendall some concern for the period of time she would have to live there. Nothing happened there. They did not seem to be as relaxed as when they were all at her and her mother's home. Case in point: Monday had been fairly dull there, no opportunities for anything; and then, Wednesday evening had come and gone with the same lack of activity.

However, now that Thursday had shifted back to her house, someone had decided to have another graduation committee meeting, and what stunk about that was it would leave her mother and Mark alone again because George had another meeting. Apparently after last weekend his boss was including him in more things, which was good for his career, but not so good for his promiscuous fiancé and son. Once again, her future stepfather would collect her from school.

Donna, on the other hand, made sure she was home when Mark arrived.

However, had he known in advance that he would be alone with her again, he would have found something else to do until Kendall and his dad arrived. Even though she wanted them to have an open relationship, a concept he wanted to embrace, he was still uncomfortable with the fact that they were doing this behind his dad's back. She could call it discretion or whatever she wanted until they brought his dad around, but until then, they were still cheating on him.

What bothered Mark even more was his total lack of character with Donna. He had always prided himself on doing what was right. But with her, he lost all sense of propriety and turned into so many other guys that he loathed: the kind that thought only with their penis.

By the time he arrived and she advised him about his dad and Kendall, Mark seriously thought about leaving with an excuse that he had forgotten to do something. But Donna had already changed—at least they wouldn't have to go through the bath routine again—into that braless, blouse-unbuttoned-and-tied-below-her-boobs, short blue jean skirt outfit, and suddenly, he was too spellbound to move. What a shmuck he was.

"Do you want to get right to it or do you want to dance first?" Donna asked with a grin.

Mark's eyes widened. He hadn't expected her to be blatant.

She smirked. "I'm just messing with you. Help yourself to a Pepsi and come sit down and we'll talk."

On the sofa, she didn't sit as close to him as he expected; however, it was not the relief it should have been because she sat close enough and on an angle toward him with her legs crossed, her knee touching his leg and her skirt so high she might as well have had shorts on.

"You seem nervous to be alone with me," Donna observed. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I'm enjoying being alone with you."

She smiled warmly. "And that's bad?"

Mark was hesitant.

"Come on. We agreed to be open," Donna said.

"Yeah, except that you and I are the only ones being open."

"That's not true," she corrected.

Suspiciously, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Kendall knows."

"What? You told her?"

"Actually, she guessed. And I wouldn't lie to her."

"Oh, no! What she must think of me."

"She thinks no less of you. On the other hand, she knows what kind of women she and I are. We really enjoy sex, Mark."

"Well, if you won't lie to Kendall, why are you lying to my dad?"

Donna frowned. "What am I lying to him about?"

"You, me and Kendall. You and me."

"I haven't lied to him, Mark."

"You haven't told him about us or our threesome."

"Have you?"

"No, and I'm struggling with it."

"If he asked you directly, would you admit it?"

"I hope so," Mark answered uncomfortably.

"I would," Donna stated firmly.

"So, you're saying that since he hasn't asked about it, you have not had to give an answer that is a lie. But you don't consider the fact that you haven't told him to be a lie?"

"That's correct. Now, I will admit that I'm withholding information. But it is not my intention to continue withholding it. I will tell him when I think the time is right."

"Before you get married?"

"Hopefully."

Mark shook his head. "I'm not sure that withholding information is not the same as not telling the truth."

"It's the way the world operates, Mark," Donna said matter-of-factly. "People tell other people what they think they can handle, or a little at a time, or they put a spin on it. Is it a good system? Well, that's debatable. Does your teacher come into class the first day of school and tell you everything you need to know about the subject matter? No, he or she teaches you a little at a time."

"That's certainly not the same thing."

"My boss does it all the time. So does your dad's. They assign us a task to do and don't always tell us everything we need to know to do the job. So, we do the best we can with the information we have."

"It's still not the same."

"Okay, then. Let me put in on a more personal level. When Kendall asked you what you and I did Tuesday until they arrived home, did you tell her exactly what we did?" Donna did not wait for him to answer. "No, you told we had an exchange. Not a lie, but not the entire truth."

Mark's expression turned shameful. "I was afraid of how she might react."

"So, you told her what you thought she could handle."

Even more shameful, Mark hung his head. "Okay, you've made your point. You're right."

"I don't want just to be right. I want you to understand. I think it's very admirable that you're concerned about be truthful with your dad. That's all any parent wants. I want to be truthful with him also. But sometimes things happen and we have to deal with them accordingly. Just like you and Kendall hooking up. When and how would your dad and I have found out if I hadn't happened upon it?"

"Then why don't we all just sit down tonight after dinner and come clean with him?" Mark suggested.

"We can, if you think that's a good idea." Donna affirmed. "How do you think he would react?"

Mark shrugged defeatedly. "I don't know."

"Well, Mark, I'm going to leave it up to you," Donna said, rising. "Just let me know for sure what you want to do."

"Now, I've made you mad."

"Not at all," she said honestly, more disappointed that they apparently weren't going to fuck. She put her hand under his chin and tilted his face up. "I truly respect your feelings." Then she bent—where he could completely see her tits hanging inside her loose shirt—kissed him on the cheek and asked, "Want to help me fix dinner?"

"It's kind of early to start that, isn't it?"

"Nothing else to do." With that she sauntered into the kitchen.

Mark got up and followed. He watched her movements, not only because she just had a build he couldn't help but keeping an eye on but he hoped he could tell from her body language whether she was really mad. As far as he could tell, she did not seem to be.

"So, what do you feel like for dinner," Donna asked him. She turned and leaned against the refrigerator somewhat sexily.

Why did he have to have such a conscience? Mark wondered. Looking at her in that pose made him want her terribly, and without thinking to confidently, he could have her if he wanted her; right here, right now. What she had said made sense. And he had no doubt she was sincere—nothing she had done made him think otherwise. So, why couldn't he? Instead, he said, "What are the choices?"

Me, she wanted to say. "Spaghetti, fish, burgers."

"All good things, but spaghetti sounds best."

"At least, we agree on that." She took a container out of the refrigerator. "I made meatballs a few days ago and froze them. Get a big pot to boil the pasta."

The kitchen was not very big; rectangular shaped, the sink overlooked the family room, the cook top was on the opposite wall and there was an island in the middle. The walk space was wide enough for slightly more than one person, so that if two people needed to pass each other, some parts were likely to rub. As Mark was filling the pot with water at the sink, Donna needed to get by. Somehow, he believed that she had more room to pass than the firm press of her breasts against his back suggested.

Then, when he went around to place the pot on the stove, she was coming around to the sink, but instead of going the opposite way, Donna took the pot from him, placed it on the cook top, turned it on, and mashed herself against him front to front this time to pass. Now, he realized, she was toying with him.

"Go in the pantry and choose a jar of sauce," Donna instructed.

Mark complied. Looking at the four jars of various sauces, he asked, "Do you serve these as is or do you doctor them?"

"Both. Depends on the sauce and what I'm in the mood for doing. But feel free to do anything you like."

So, Mark did. He picked a sauce that was close to what he used, selected some spices and went to the cook top where Donna was waiting with a pot. She watched as he poured the sauce and added spices, leaning over and resting on her elbows on the counter next to the cook top. Of course, this exposed a wide open view of her tits, which, naturally, he could help but steal glimpses of—not that he had to steal them; she was certainly giving it to him for free.

A moment later, Donna moved partially behind him, leaned against him and reached around to stick her finger in the sauce. Tasting it, she commented, "Pretty good." She then took a step back and hoisted herself onto the island counter. "So, how are we going to tell George?"

As Mark turned around to face her, she extended her right leg to rest her foot on the counter next to the cook top, and he noticed that the knot in her shirt had loosened a bit—on its own or with help, he wondered. "I haven't quite worked that out yet."

"How about if I do it?" Donna offered. "George, I've been fucking Mark. Hope you don't mind." She was grinning.

Mark simply rolled his eyes, believing, hoping, she was being facetious.

"No? Then maybe you could tell him that you felt sorry for me the night he was called into work so you gave me a pity fuck."

Shaking his head in exasperation, Mark admitted, "Okay, I get it, there's no easy way."

With her left leg dangling, Donna extended it wide capturing Mark with it and pulling him to her. She then closed her right leg around his waist, clasping her ankles. He did not resist. "The easiest way will be when the right moment presents itself."

"And when will that be?"

"I don't know exactly," she said, putting her hands on his biceps. "It'll be when we're having a conversation—him and I; you, him and I or all four of us—and the subject will be sex-related and he'll say something that will be the perfect lead in to a question about how open-minded he is. Hopefully, he'll say that he is open-minded and we can go from there. Ideally, it'll be after he and I have just had sex and he'll be in a more relaxed, open-to-discussion mood. Just trust me to handle it."

"Okay," he conceded. "I'll trust you. I have a feeling you're a woman who always gets what she wants."

With a look of deprivation, she said, "Not so far."

A grin forming on Mark's face, he tugged on the knot holding her shirt together, and magically, it came undone. He pulled it apart and pawed her magnificent tits as she cupped his cheek and neck and pulled his face to hers. They kissed, dueled with their tongues, licked teeth and lips. Mark's already raging boner was becoming painful in the confines of his pants. Still, he kissed his way down her neck. He had to taste those beautiful breasts and feast on her perky nipples.

Donna leaned back, resting on her extended arms, and the combination exhale and moan said it all.

Mark would have continued on down, but she still had her skirt on, even though it was bunched around her hips and something resembling panties—a thong, maybe?—so he first pushed her blouse back and down her arms. When she lifted her arms to let it fall off, he picked her up and stood her on the floor, turning her around so her back was to him.

The sound of the water boiling caught his attention, so he switched off the burners for both pots then turned his attention back to this gorgeous creature. Squatting down, Mark inhaled the fragrant scent of her skin as he kissed her lower spine while reaching around to undo the snap on her skirt and tugging it and her thong down.

He couldn't help but linger around her shapely butt cheeks, planting kisses all over the tender flesh and crack. His tongue dipped into the crevice leading to her anus, but she turned and pulled him back up. Donna removed Mark's shirt.

His hands were once again automatically drawn to knead her breasts. He lifted her back on to the counter and she emitted a quick air intake as the cold surface made contact with her bare ass. But the fire in her pussy quickly spread and she instantly forgot the temporary discomfort, particularly as Mark pressed his lips to hers in concert with two of his fingers sliding easily into her wet pussy.

Donna pivoted her body so that Mark was on her left side. She leaned back, relying on the strength of his right arm to support her, and spread her legs a bit more to give him better access. She held onto his neck with her left arm and pulled his face into the crook her neck. With his right arm completely around her, he was able to palm and somewhat fondle her right breast.

Donna loved it when a man (or woman) fingered her pussy. Someone else's hand doing what usually only her own did was a great feeling. She reached down to hold his mitt in place when he hit the right spot. "Don't stop," she whispered in his face, and then drove the tip of her tongue as far in his ear as she could.

Mark felt his cock ooze a stream of pre-cum at that. He intensified his efforts on her pussy, stretching his index finger in an attempt to find her g-spot. He was not certain whether or not he did; however, the stimulation by his finger in her hole and his thumb on her clit had her writhing in orgasmic bliss in minutes.

When she could take no more, Donna tightened her legs around Mark's hand to stop him. He left his finger inside her simply because he liked the feel of it. Drawing her legs up, she leaned her head on his shoulder enjoying the afterglow of a satisfying climax.

Finally, when Mark felt the tension in her thighs relax, he removed his finger, brought it to his nose to absorb the arousing scent, and licked one side of his finger to enjoy the delicious taste. In a gesture that caused his cock to leak more, Donna pulled his finger to her mouth and sucked her juices off as though she was mouthing a mini-cock. Another dribble spilled from his manhood.

"That was great, Mark," Donna said, swinging her legs off the counter. "I haven't had anyone do that in a while."

"Happy to have been of service," Mark replied, bowing his head and smiling.

She squirmed to the edge of the counter and placed her hands on is shoulders. He took this to mean she wanted to get down, so he picked her up by the waist and eased her feet to the floor.

Pushing him against the opposite counter, Donna kissed him, and as his left hand went to her right breast, her right hand went down to stroke his massive hard-on through his jeans. But that wasn't enough for her so she undid his belt and unsnapped his jeans, but pulled the zipper only a small amount. Tugging the waistband of both his jeans and underwear gave his aching cock some breathing room, and the head and frenulum popped up like a periscope on a submarine. She teased him a little by twisting it with her fingers and rubbing her palm along the top of the head, smearing pre-cum all over.




In Step Ch. 08



But the clear liquid looked too delectable so she dropped to her knees, pulled down his zipper the rest of the way, yanked his pants and drawers down to his ankles and wrapped her lips around his cock. She did nothing fancy, but as far as Mark was concerned, just his dick in Donna's talented mouth was heaven enough: her lips sliding up and down his shaft, her tongue tickling his frenulum on the out-stroke, the right amount of suction.

Then, for some unknown reason, an image of Mark's mother doing this to him popped into his head from nowhere, but before he could force it away, both to his and Donna's surprise, he shot a sizable load of semen into her mouth. As it was unexpected, she could not swallow it all.

When he finished squirting, Mark pulled out. "I'm sorry," he apologized, somewhat embarrassed. "I didn't think I was that close."

"I apologize. I didn't intend to bring you off so quick."

"You didn't. I . . . I—"

"You what?"

"I . . . I had a . . . a thought," he stammered.

Donna stood, reading the abashed expression marring his handsome face. "You imagined I was your mother."

But Mark was too ashamed to respond.

"It's okay, Mark. We all sometimes think of other people when having sex." Actually, aside from the fact that his mother was dead, she thought it was extremely erotic.

"But I didn't do it on purpose," he pleaded.

"You can't control your subconscious," Donna offered by way of exoneration. "Besides, we'll have to explore that fantasy a little more at some point." Glancing down, she could see that he was still rock hard. "Come on, you still have some wood to burn. Ever do it standing up?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned around, spread her legs, and with one hand on the counter, she used the other to guide his cock into her.

Mark had to squat a bit and Donna had to stand on tip toes, but that aside, it was a unique feeling.

"And don't worry if you think of her again," Donna offered.

Holding on to her tits, Mark started pumping. This new position for him required his concentration over other thoughts, which so far, did not occur. To make it easier, Donna raised one leg and rested it on the counter like a ballerina stretching. It worked for a short time, but the two were not of compatible heights for truly comfortable sex.

So, Mark lifted Donna back on to the counter where he was able to give her a good fucking. She kind of leaned back on her right side with her left leg up and propped against his right shoulder. The angle of penetration was just perfect and he plowed away, teasing her clit with his thumb and pressing it into his cock. To reciprocate, she used her vaginal muscles to milk his dick to a satisfying orgasm. Hers followed a minute later.

But before they could relax and enjoy it: "Are you two out of your fucking minds?"



In Step Ch. 09



Deers in the head lights did not begin to describe the looks of sheer terror in their faces.

"Are you guys crazy cutting it so close?" Kendall asked in an excited whisper.

But Donna and Mark were still too stunned to move.

"You're lucky George is still sitting in his car on his cell phone," she chided. "Mom, go in your room and get dressed," Kendall ordered. "And you," she said to Mark, "snap to!"

Shaking his head in stupefaction, Mark bent over to pull up his pants and underwear.

However, eying his cock all shiny with a cum cocktail, Kendall halted him. "Wait, let me clean you off." With that, she squatted, licking and sucking his dick clean.

"What about my dad?" he asked worriedly.

"Aw, he's been on the phone the entire ride home," she answered calmly. "I doubt he'll be in for a while."

"But how can you be sure?"

She looked up and couldn't help but giggle at his nervousness. "Because he told me."

Mark gave her a look of mock scorn, but was content to let her finish, which she did just as he heard the horn of his dad's vehicle beep signifying he had locked it and was on his way in. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and underwear while Kendall retrieved his shirt and helped him get it on.

By the time George entered, Mark already had the stove back on and was stirring the sauce. Donna reappeared with a slightly more respectable shirt, a low cut pullover, just in time to greet him with a warm kiss. The thought of kissing him after she just had his son's cock in her mouth was a turn on.

After putting the meatballs to defrost in the microwave, she and George went into the living area with beers to talk.

Alone in the kitchen, Kendall said, "You don't need to look guilty, Mark."

"I'm sorry, I . . . I—"

"I know it wasn't you. I know it was her. I should be apologizing because it's how she and I are. If it had been you and I home alone, we would have been doing the same thing. In fact, it was hard to concentrate on my meeting because I knew the two of you were here doing it."

"Yeah, but she's engaged to my dad."

"Well, get over it. It'll all work out. My mom will see to that."

"That's exactly what she said."

"Then listen to her."

"How can you be so sure?" Mark wanted to know.

"Because she's never let me down yet. Would it make you feel any better if I told you I wanted to fuck your dad?"

"Have you?"

"Not yet, but I'm waiting for the day."

"This is going to take getting used to."

"I know. But just think of how great it's going to be when you are."

At dinner, George announced that he would not be with the "family" tomorrow (Friday) night due to a teleconference with some people in Tokyo. Due to the time difference, the call could not take place until after five p.m.

"And when I told Peter that Donna and I were going to be married," George went on, "he insisted on taking me to dinner afterward. So, I'll probably be late."

"You better behave yourself," Donna said, shaking her finger at him.

Even though Mark thought Donna was teasing, he wanted to burst out laughing. With her indiscretions, she was telling his dad to behave!

"Or at least, if you don't, I don't want to know about it," Donna chuckled, to show her playfulness.

"Mark, why don't you take these beautiful ladies out for a nice dinner tomorrow? I'll leave you a credit card. Maybe afterward, the three of you can catch a movie or something."

"Sure, dad, I'd love to," Mark agreed, certain the afterward would be the "or something." But strangely, the more he thought of it, he was actually kind of excited about tomorrow evening and how it would likely end up. He suddenly felt two feet rubbing both of his ankles and he looked up sharply, first at Kendall, who had a dreamy look on her face, then at Donna, whose expression was more of expectation, then quickly at his dad, who fortunately was concentrating on his plate and had not witnessed the excitement.

Later, when George and Mark left for home, Donna detained Mark for a minute. "You two better not start without me tomorrow," she warned.

"Then you better leave work early," Kendall shot back, "because we get off school at three."

"By the way," Mark asked, "when you and my dad were talking after he arrived, were you able to discuss his openness?"

"No," Donna responded, "he's heavily focused on work right now. Peter is giving him some great opportunities."

Disappointed, Mark merely shook his head, and then left after kissing each woman.

* * *

"You're getting careless in your old age," Kendall noted after Mark was gone.

Donna shot her daughter a scornful look. "Well, we had to go through the cheating on his dad routine again first. Otherwise, we would have been done. It actually seemed for a while there that we weren't going to do anything and we really came into the kitchen to start cooking. Then he seemed to suddenly change his mind and next thing I knew I was on the counter." She shook her head in pity. "I really do need to find a way to bring George in on this. I think that's the only way Mark is going to be totally comfortable."

"Not to mention all the other fun we could be having," Kendall added. "You have any ideas on how to accomplish that?"

"I think George and I are going to have to spend the night together on Saturday and in between fucking I'll have to work the conversation around to how open-minded he is. Hopefully, I'll be able to convince him."

"Good luck."

* * *

On their way to the company cafeteria, George asked, "How are the wedding plans coming?"

"We're all set," Donna answered.

"I'm sorry I've been so busy here lately and not been able to spend as much time with you," he offered.

"It's not your fault. Besides, if it helps your career, it helps our new family—or family to be."

"I like the sound of that," George agreed. "And you're right. And thank you for being so understanding."

"I wouldn't be much of a wife if I wasn't."

"I just feel like I'm really getting along well with Peter. I think he actually respects me."

"Well, like I said . . ."

"I also want to thank you for entertaining Mark."

That caught Donna off guard. She hoped her response didn't let it show. "H-How do you mean?"

"Between my meetings and Kendall's meetings, you and he have had to entertain one another."

"Oh, well that was no problem. He's a terrific young man, intelligent and handsome."

"As is Kendall."

"Wow, we both have a child that the other finds attractive," Donna noted. "That's good."

"Yeah, I'm not getting just one gorgeous woman. I'm getting two."

"Ditto. And as long as we're open-minded, there shouldn't be a problem."

"Well, I think I'm about as open-minded as anyone," George proclaimed.

Finally, an opportunity. "Good, because we need to talk—"

"Oh, there you two are," Peter's administrative assistant, Chelsea, said approaching them with a grim expression. "Peter has been looking for the two of you. He needs to see you both in the big conference room."

"What's up?" George asked.

"I don't know," Chelsea replied, "but we need to go there right away."

"Something wrong?" This, from Donna.

"I really don't know."

The couple became worried as they followed Chelsea at a quickened pace. When they reached the conference room, the administrative assistant instructed them to wait outside as she went in.

"Do you think we're in trouble?" Donna asked nervously.

"That's the feeling I'm getting."

"But why?"

"No reason I can think of."

Just then, the door opened and Peter stepped out with a very stern look on his face. He eyed George, then Donna, then said, "Inside," and stepped out of the way.

"Surprise!" the chorus rang out from the filled-to-capacity board room. George noticed that all the vice presidents were here, as well as, a mixture of middle and lower management, all of whom were George's and Donna's friends and co-workers.

A banner was hanging on the rear wall congratulating George and Donna. Peter was behind them, and after a minute, he signaled for the applause to cease, and escorted the couple to seats at the head of the table. The boss then took the seat to their right, lifted a champagne glass in front of him and said, "To George and Donna. May the road always rise to meet you and may you always be happy."

A chorus of "Here, here" followed.

Peter motioned everyone to take a seat. When the room quieted, he began, "Many of you—actually, just about all of you, except one—think I've been going off the deep end lately, especially those whom I've called in at odd hours to come to work. All who were called—except one—let your displeasure be known through subtle body language, sharp tone of voice, and other indicators. None of you knew that there was a method to my madness.

"As you all know, Howard retired a few months back, and I've been searching for the right person to replace him as Vice President of Research and Development. I am happy to announce today that I am appointing George to that position, particularly since he has a good reason not to steal my wife—if I still had one."

The room already quiet, no one knew how to react to the remark.

"Relax, people, that was a joke," Peter said and started laughing.

As another round of applause filled the room, George's face registered shock. He had no idea this was coming. He was stunned for several seconds until he felt Donna patting him on the back. "I didn't have a clue," he said to her over the din. He became further aware of Peter tugging on his arm to stand.

The room again became silent. Looking around at all the smiling faces, George finally uttered, "I don't know what to say."

Chuckling, Peter said, "Say you accept."

And without further thought, George did just that.

"With my guidance," Peter went on, "George has put together a deal, which we hope to finalize in principal later this afternoon, with our Japanese friends, which will keep us profitable for years to come."

More applause.

"Now, let's all sit and enjoy this wonderful lunch we've arranged," Peter concluded.

It almost seemed to George that Donna was happier than he was about his promotion, which was saying a great deal because he was ecstatic. He'd had a feeling that taking Peter seriously was the right thing to do. The couple had little opportunity to talk much throughout the remainder of the luncheon.

When it was over and all but the boss and the couple remained in the conference room, Peter said to Donna, "I'm sorry to have to keep George from you tonight. I'm sure you would have liked to go out and celebrate, but I promise not to bother him for the remainder of the weekend." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Once again, congratulations. Donna, you go finish up anything you were working on and then take the rest of the afternoon off. George, come to my office in about twenty minutes and we'll start preparing for our call."

"Will do, Peter." George pumped his boss's hand. "And thank you very much. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't."

After he walked off, Donna's face beamed. "Oh, George, I'm so happy for you."

"Be happy for us."

"I am. I'm sorry you won't be with us tonight. I can't wait to tell the kids. Or do you want to do that? I mean, it is your news."

"No, no, you tell them. And tomorrow night, we'll all do something special."

"Sounds terrific. Call me later if you can."

"Will do."

They were alone in the board room so they exchanged a passionate kiss.

"Ever do it here at work?" Donna asked with a gleam in her eye.

"No, but I've only got ten minutes to go grab my papers and get to Peter's office."

"Then don't waste time standing here talking to me."

"That's never a waste of time." He kissed her once again, and then departed.

* * *

Kendall leaned over to kiss Mark briefly, but passionately as she got into his vehicle when he picked her up from school. "I'm so glad to see you," she said happily. "We haven't had any time alone all week. I have been so looking forward to this afternoon all day."

"So have I," Mark agreed, driving on to her house.

"Gee, I wish the folks were going out tonight."

"I do, too, but at least, the alternative is not bad."

Kendall cast him a curious look. "You sure seem be enjoying humping my mother."

"But not nearly as much as I do you," he shot back.

"Good answer." Kendall smiled. "But you're right." Then after a moment's thought, "What are we going to do if my mom can't bring your dad around? Once they're married, we'll all be home at night after night and not be able to touch one another. That'll suck."

"There is that possibility. But we'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Oh, shit!" Kendall exclaimed in a tone of surprise. Then, "Aw, shit," this time in annoyance.

"What?" Mark asked.

"My mom's home."

"Aw, hell," Mark said, seeing Donna's car in the carport. But secretly, he was not as disappointed as Kendall.

Inside, Donna was laying on the sofa, still in her work clothes, a form-fitting button-up-the-front red dress; her knees were up with papers she was reading resting against her thighs. Of course, the hem had dropped to her upper thighs showing off her shapely legs and a whole lot more from the right angle.

Uncertain why he had this sudden stronger-than-usual attraction to Donna, if Kendall had not been here, he would have jumped her on the spot.

"I was kidding last night when I said you better leave work early," Kendall said by way of greeting.

Donna sat up, much to Mark's disappointment, and with an obviously happy expression, she said, "I have news." So, she told them all that had happened today, and they were swept in to her excitement, enough that they were no longer aggravated that Donna was home. When she finished, she stood hugged the two teens, but was surprised, not only that Mark wrapped his arms around her so tightly, but that he pressed his obvious hard-on into her abdomen. When she pulled away, she patted his cock through his pants and remarked, "Don't worry we'll get to that later."

"Did he get a big raise?" Kendall asked.

"I don't know. He hadn't discussed any of that with Peter when I left. But judging by what the other VPs make, I'm sure he'll do okay."

"Maybe that means we can get a bigger house." Kendall said aloud what she was hoping.

"Why would we need a bigger house if you and Mark are going off to college?"

"For when we're home."

"And you want me to believe that the two of you are going to have your love nest at college and then come home on weekends?" Donna asked feigning facetiousness.

"Well, if we have a really nice house, maybe we'll want to come home often, particularly if there are no restrictions, if you know what I mean."

"I did actually attempt to talk about that to George." She had not told them about that part of the day, but did so now. "Mark, you're quiet," Donna noted.

He was amused listening to their conversation about houses. "I'm just happy for my dad. Good things are happening to him and he deserves it."

"You know what he said when I told him I was happy for him?" Donna asked rhetorically. "He said, be happy for us. And I have no doubt he meant all of us."

"I'm sure he did," Mark agreed.

"And speaking of houses," Donna said, "the realtor sent over a list of some places for us to consider with pictures and all. Want to see?"

So, oddly enough, for the three of them being alone, they spent the next three hours looking at homes and floor plans instead of engaging in sexual activity, which is not to say no one touched or teased or played with anyone else, but it was all fairly innocuous and Donna prevented it from leading to anything more, as it very easily could have, because they were going out to dinner. There was brief talk of just ordering in, but Donna indicated that George was insistent that they go out and enjoy themselves. However, in anticipation of a big celebration tomorrow night, they opted for a moderately priced eatery.

Talk during the meal still centered on homes with each pointing out which was their favorite. Interestingly enough, they all pretty much agreed on one on the lakefront not far from where they met that Sunday several weeks ago. It was an ultra modern two story structure that somewhat could resemble a small office building. But on the inside it had a very casual feel with four rooms upstairs that could be bedrooms, office, and play rooms. The master bedroom was on the ground floor below the smaller rooms upstairs. What Kendall and Mark like about the other two upstairs rooms was that they were away from and not directly above the master bedroom and they shared a common bathroom with entrances to either room.

The master bedroom was huge with a very large walk-in closet and bathroom that was as big as the two small rooms upstairs. Of course, the house had a swimming pool.

Its only drawback was that it was pricey, but with George's new position and hopefully higher salary, it might not entirely be out of their price range.

"Can I interest anyone in dessert?" the server asked after they finished the main courses.

Donna glanced at the two teens with a smirk. "I think we have dessert waiting for us at home."

After paying the bill, they walked out to the car, Mark in the middle with his arms around the ladies' waists. Their arms were around his. In the relative darkness of the parking lot, Mark's hands dropped to their shapely butts where he ran each middle finger down their cracks. Both girls giggled.

At the car, before gentlemanly opening the front and rear passenger doors, Mark turned Kendall to him and kissed her passionately. She threw her arms around his neck. Donna smiled, then reached out and stroked his boner through his pants. A moment later, he turned to the older woman and similarly pressed his lips to hers, whereupon the younger woman replaced her mother's hand on their man's tool. With his arms still around the girls, he then directed their faces together, where they shared their own unique kiss.

Primed and ready, minutes later, they were driving home. Kendall raised the console compartment and leaned against Mark, who sat as far to the right of his seat as he could. He rested his hand on her thigh very close to her crotch. From the back, Donna sat on the edge of her seat in the middle where she rested her chin on the spot where the teen's shoulders met. She also rested her arms on the top of their seats, caressing their other shoulders. Though the drive home was quiet, the air was heavy with anticipation.

When they entered the house, Donna said seductively, "Kendall and I are going to get comfortable. Just sit and relax and come—let me re-phrase that—join us when we call."

Mark had no idea what "getting comfortable" meant, and aside from knowing where it would lead, didn't care. He was so filled with love and lust for those two women he couldn't even think straight. He allowed his head to fall back on the sofa and he closed his eyes to imagine what was to come. However, it had been such a busy week that before he knew it, he had dozed off.

Of course, he didn't hear his summons, and when he didn't appear in the bedroom within a few minutes, the ladies, now clad in sexy, revealing nighties, tip-toed down the hall.

"Should we wake him?" Kendall whispered with a giggle. She and her mother were already charged up, having played with and teased one another as they changed.

"No, let's let him sleep for a bit," Donna suggested. "It'll re-charge him and then he'll be able to keep up with us longer. I think you and I can entertain ourselves for a little while." She reached out and squeezed one of Kendall's nipples.

The teen's eyes lit up, and she and her mother quietly returned to the master bedroom, removing their nighties along the way. Kendall laid down on the bed on her back, but holding her upper body up by her elbows. Donna climbed on, leaned in to kiss her daughter on the lips, while her hand reached down and stroked the younger girl's right thigh. Mother then pulled back and rolled her daughter over onto her stomach. Donna got on top of Kendall, rubbing her large, soft breasts all over her child's back while massaging her shoulders with her hands. The woman moved down allowing her hands to knead Kendall's lower back.




In Step Ch. 09



Kendall enjoyed the massage, but allowed it to last only a few minutes before pushing her mother onto her back, straddling her face, positioning them in a 69. She then assaulted her parent's clit with her tongue while enjoying the delicious juices already flowing.

Donna could not reach her daughter's pussy with her tongue because the teen was positioned too far down, so she used her left hand to tweak the girl's clit and hole. She slid a second finger in and finger-fucked her.

Both ladies were already so worked up that in minutes they were moaning and groaning and shaking the bed with their movement. Wanting more, Kendall spread her mother's legs wider, rolled off of her between her legs into a scissor position so they could rub their pussies and clits together. They went at it fervently, causing Donna to come in no time. The teen held out, but continued rubbing until her mother was finished.

Now wanting her own orgasm, Kendall got up on hands and knees. Her mother squatted behind her, and again finger-fucking her daughter.

The sounds of sex quickly awakened Mark. It took him a few seconds to orient himself before he realized that the girls had started without him. He jumped up and quickly headed to Donna's bedroom, stopping at the entrance. The scene before him instantly resurrected his hard-on, so he removed his own clothes as he watched. Donna's head was laying on the edge of the bed with two fingers of her left hand pumping her daughter's pussy. Kendall was kneeling on all fours between her mother's legs facing away.

Approaching Donna quietly, Mark leaned over and kissed her tenderly on her lips. She opened her eyes and smiled upon seeing him. He then kissed his way down her extended neck, between her breasts, nibbling briefly on each nipple before moving down, dragging his tongue along her abdomen to her clit. He gave it a combination kiss-nibble-lick, then set his sights on Kendall's beautiful ass staring at him. His tongue spread a trail of saliva the entire length of her crack, with particular attention to her puckered anus.

Meanwhile, with his cock only inches from her face, Donna reached up to fondle it. By his balls, she gently pulled him down so she could lick the length of his shaft. Mark reached down with his right hand to aim his cock at the older woman's mouth, and she tilted her head back over the edge of the bed to accept the delectable sausage between her lips. She reached up and around his waist to his ass cheeks with both hands to control his thrusts down her mouth and throat.

Mark's hands had replaced Donna's in Kendall's hot pussy and his tongue now concentrated on her mother's pussy.

A minute or so later, Mark's cock popped out of Donna's mouth, so he eased his body forward while pushing Kendall down on the bed, and then dragging her back so that her spread legs straddled her mother's hips; their pussies were almost touching. He entered Kendall to the pleasing sounds of her moans. The feel of her tight pussy again after a week was wonderful and the added feeling of his balls dragging along Donna's abdomen was further stimulation.

To provide all with more arousal, not that any of the three really needed it, Mark pulled completely out of Kendall, reached down and angled his cock so he could rub it along Donna's clit and vaginal lips. After a few strokes, he returned to Kendall, then back to her mother, continuing this alternating action for several minutes.

As Mark was about to pull out of Kendall yet again, she quickly moaned, "No, I'm getting close." He stayed in her, rotating his hips as he thrust for whatever additional sensation it provided. Obviously, it worked because she urged, "Yes, yes, yes," with each in-stroke. Finally, she came in a howling, shattering orgasm that left her body trembling when she finally finished.

Kendall moved to the side as Mark turned around to plug her mother. Donna raised her legs high and spread them wide to get the most out of it. He wanted to come badly so he fucked her hard, which she relished.

From Kendall's vantage point, she saw Mark's ass with his legs spread, his balls dangling in the middle as his cock plowed into her mother's pussy. The girl turned around and rubbed her fingers along the crack of his ass and cupped his balls as they slapped against Donna's inner thighs. She flattened her palm and placed it where the bottom of his cock rubbed it as it went in and out.

Kendall rose to a kneeling position behind Mark and turned his head so she could kiss his lips. Looking up at the teens doing that brought Donna to her second climax, which was more intense than the first. Somehow, for her, orgasm by cock always trumped coming by other methods.

When she was finished, Mark pulled out and lay down on his back to catch his breath. As anxious as he was to come, he knew that the longer he could hold out the more intense his orgasm would be.

But before he could relax too much, Kendall said, "I'm ready again," and moved into position to mount him.

But her mother quickly halted her. "Lay on your back," she instructed.

"What?" Kendall asked with a frown of incomprehension.

So Donna placed her on her back on top of Mark, and then guided his cock into her daughter's rejuvenated pussy.

"Cool," Kendall exclaimed.

Mark started pumping away as Kendall threw her head all the way back against his shoulder so that their heads were side by side. His hands went up from her sides to cup her breasts.

While this position was interesting and comfortable for her, Kendall should have realized that her mother had an ulterior motive when she felt Donna's tongue tickling her clit and Mark's shaft as it pistoned in and out. However, the bigger motive came after several strokes; she pulled his cock out of her daughter's pussy and sucked it, then replaced it. She repeated this activity a number of times before Mark rolled Kendall and himself onto their right sides without pulling out. As he continued his thrusting, Donna also played with his shaft and balls as her daughter had when their roles were reversed.

A while later, favoring another position change, Mark rotated Kendall onto her back while he remained on his side. Again, his dick never left her pussy.

In this position, Donna was again able to lick her daughter's pussy and Mark's shaft.

As Mark's intensified moaning signaled he was ready to come, he pulled Kendall's head to his. He wanted to kiss her as he climaxed. But Donna wanted to be a part of that also so she moved up and engaged the teens in a three-way kiss, which was more their tongues touching than anything else.

This was the final bit of stimulation Mark needed. His moans turned guttural as his cocked spewed ribbons of semen into Kendall's hot pussy. This stirred her up and her own orgasm shook her as she felt the copious amounts of sperm he was shooting into her forced out by his ongoing thrusts. 

"What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh, shit!" Mark cried as he looked up to see his father standing in doorway.

"Oh, no!" Donna echoed, suddenly too stunned to move.

Only Kendall had the presence of mind and the courage to say: "We're celebrating. Get naked and come join us."

That only served to infuriate George more. A frightened Donna felt that if she had never seen rage in a man, she was seeing it now.

"I don't believe what I'm fucking seeing here!" George yelled. "What the fuck has gotten into all of you? Are you fucking nuts?" So incensed was he that all he could do was storm out of there.

Seconds later, they heard the door slam, and a minute after that, tires screech as George peeled off in his car.

A tearful Mark started to get up and go after his father, but Donna stopped him. "There's nothing you can do right now. Let him calm down and we'll talk to him tomorrow."

"I knew this was going to happen," he said. "I knew it!" He buried his face in a pillow, too upset to face the women.

Tears were streaming down Donna's cheeks also and she lowered her head on the pillow on the other end of the bed to reflect on her misfortune.

If Kendall hadn't been so concerned about the two most important people in her life who were now so distraught, she probably would be crying also. But she had to push aside her own feelings and comfort her mother and Mark for whatever good it would do. As she lay on her back touching whatever parts of their bodies she could, Kendall vowed to herself that she would do whatever it took to rectify this situation. She believed the task was hers because she also believed that she was the root cause of all of this. After all, she enticed Mark to kiss her, and she prodded him to have sex with her, and she encouraged continued sex between them, and she urged her mother to join her and Mark in a threesome. And even though her mother had seduced Mark those two evenings they were alone, it was only because she had introduced Donna to beautiful sex with Mark.

So, the solution to this dilemma rested squarely on her shoulders. As Kendall pondered courses of action, she gradually noticed the steady breathing of the two wonderful people on either side of her and realized that both had drifted off to sleep, which was probably the best place for them.

However, as she continued to think of a way to fix this, the magnitude of the problem was such a burden that the only respite for her was slumber also, and not long after she eased into sleep.



In Step Ch. 10



Sleep was also the only place George could have any peace—with the help of several martinis. And even though Donna still appeared in his dreams, at least in this version, she was being faithful to him. She came to him in the darkness of his bedroom, silhouetted by light from somewhere down the hall, in total naked splendor.

Slowly, she walked toward the bed and slid under the covers onto her back. He rolled over on top of her, their lips coming together in a tender, loving kiss. Her hand went down between them finding his semi-hard cock and stroking it softly to full erection. She continued twisting her palm around it, loving the feel of his instrument of pleasure in her hand, until her level of arousal was such that she had to have it inside her. Adeptly, she smeared oozing pre-cum all over the head with her thumb, then guided it into her waiting, wet pussy.

He fucked her slowly with even, measured thrusts, as only a man in love could with his woman. The sensation of his cock sliding in and out of her velvety vagina was so real he could barely believe this was a dream. Her whimpers in his ear were so crisp as to suggest she was existent. They increased their tempo slightly as they approached climax, and it was only when George erupted in a satisfying orgasm that he awoke to the startling realization that this was real and not a dream.

George's first instinct was to stop as the memory of what he had witnessed in her bedroom flooded his mind. However, she was in the throes of her own orgasm, and even though his was subsiding, the incredible feeling of it was too powerful to allow him to halt.

It wasn't until she was completely done and they could both begin to relax that he noticed streaks of daylight beginning to filter in through the heavily lined draperies that hung on the window.

The real shock came as the room lighted up a bit. George rolled over rapidly as though the beautiful face he was staring at was actually a gruesome ghost.

"Kendall!"

She merely smiled at him from a blissful fog.

"Kendall," George repeated, "what are you doing here?"

Finally, she pulled herself to a somewhat sitting position.

He was momentarily distracted as her beautifully round breasts came into view. They were a tad smaller than her mother's, but no less impressive to look at. He shook his head to brush off the constant influence of sex.

Kendall reached out to caress the side of his face. "Relax, George," she said in her most seductive voice.

"Why are you here?" he demanded.

"To make things right," Kendall answered calmly.

"By doing . . . doing . . . this?" George gestured to the bed.

"By making love to you?" she corrected. "Well, that wasn't entirely my intention," she admitted, "but I hoped it would happen. Ever since I watched you fuck my mother when we went on the picnic, I've wanted you."

"You followed us?" he asked with incredulity.

"We both did. And ever since then, I've wanted to fuck you and Mark has wanted to fuck my mother."

"And obviously my son has gotten his wish," George said sharply, "all behind my back." He shook his head and lay back down despairingly. "The woman I love and wanted to marry is cheating on me with my own son. I don't know what's going on here."

"Well, to tell you the truth, George, this is my entire fault," Kendall confessed.

"What?" George asked, confused, "What are you talking about?"

"First of all, did you know your wife taught Mark how to kiss?"

"What?" Now, he was even more confused as to why she was bringing this up. "Of course, I knew."

"Do you know how she taught him?"

"What do you mean, how?"

"She taught him by actually kissing him; not a mother-son kiss, but a man and woman kiss."

"Yes, I know," George admitted impatiently. "What's your point?"

"And you were okay with that?"

"Yes. My wife and I had a very open relationship."

"Does that mean you are open-minded?"

"That's exactly what it means."

"So you were open-minded enough to share your son with your wife, but not your future wife," Kendall stated as though it was a fact.

"I knew beforehand about my wife and my son. I was a part of the decision," George clarified. "I didn't find out by walking in on them."

"So, if you had known up front, you wouldn't be upset?"

"Kissing is a little less . . . intimate . . . than sex."

"Did you know that Mark wanted to have sex with your wife? He thought it would have happened had she not taken a turn for the worse during the education she was giving him."

George did not become indignant as Kendall suspected he would. That told her something during his extended silence.

Finally, he admitted, "We did discuss that as a method."

"So, you are open-minded enough not to be bothered by, shall we say, non-traditional sex."

"Non-traditional?"

"It would have been incest between your wife and your son, and what you witnessed last night was multiple participants."

"No, I'm not bothered by that."

Kendall breathed her relief, sensing there was more to his answer, but not pressing it. She now felt she was halfway toward solving this situation. "Excellent. Now, let me explain how this was all my fault so you can forgive my mother and we can all move forward."

"You think it's going to be that easy?"

"I do. You see, George, my mother and I are very sexual women. We love sex; so much we're even bi-sexual. Did you know that?"

"Your mother confessed to me that she had been with women a few times after breaking up with men she dated,"

"You okay with that?"

He nodded, allowing the smallest of smiles. "It's a somewhat stimulating thought."

"If you think that, wait until you actually see it. Did she tell you that she and I have sex together?"

That surprised him. "No."

She went on quickly. "There was a time after I turned 18 when I thought I might be a lesbian. None of the boys at school really appealed to me. My mother and I were not modest around each other and I found her very attractive. After one of those evenings when she broke up with a guy, she came home more down than usual. She feared she was never going to find a man she could really love. I wanted to comfort her, and knowing she had turned to women on such occasions, I made myself available to her. She resisted, but I persisted. She finally gave in and from then on, we started having sex. I was content, but she kept telling me that I shouldn't give up on boys."

If Kendall had to guess, the expression on George's face said that he was envisioning her and her mother having sex. This was further evidenced by an ever so slight growth of his cock, which he subtly tried to cover.

"Then you and Mark came along," she continued, "and you and my mom concocted this story about he and I needing to spend time together to overcome our awkwardness over being with the opposite sex. We were watching a movie in which two teens our age were kissing passionately. I remarked that no one kissed that well. I thought he was bragging when he said he did. That led to a discussion in which he admitted his mother had taught him. I convinced him to show me. He resisted, but I persisted." She smirked as she repeated that line. "He was right. In fact, he was so good, I wanted more. Again, he resisted, but I persisted. We had the most incredible sex I could ever imagine anyone having."

Kendall paused to gauge George's reaction. Once more, she surmised that he was visualizing the scenario in his mind. She considered that a positive sign.

"Mark and I plotted the picnic," Kendall confessed, "hoping we would have a chance to be alone. We thought it strange when you and my mom wanted to take a hike alone. So, we followed. I have to tell you, George, that watching the two you against that rock was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. It made Mark and I so horny that while we were watching you, he fucked me from behind. What do you think about that?"

"You really are a little hussy," he noted, but with no animosity.

She poked her breasts out, making them really stand up. "Does that excite you?"

Of course, his eyes went to her tits, but he quickly tried to re-focus. "That's what you'd like, isn't it? So, I'm going to take a wild guess that your study session was anything but."

"We learned more about pleasing one another."

"And to think that we were concerned about the two of you getting along," George remarked.

"So much so, you encouraged us not to date each other."

"Well, that's now irrelevant."

"The fact is, George, Mark and I love each other—very much. And just so you know, it's not just about sex. He's everything I could want in a boy. And equally as important, he's nothing like all the lecherous boys at school that turned me off to boys in the first place."

"I see. So that explains the two of you wanting to go to the same college and wanting to share an apartment."

"We felt you and mom would eventually come around to us dating. But then, when you asked her to marry you, making us step-brother and step-sister, we knew the only way we could have a relationship was to move away where we weren't known."

"Young love; ain't it grand."

"Please don't make fun," she pleaded. "We really do love each other."

"I guess I suspected something was going on as quickly as you two hit it off," George mused. "And Mark has been acting differently. Why didn't you just come to us and tell us. We realized that if the two of you decided you wanted to date we couldn't or wouldn't stop you."

"I'm sorry; I don't have an answer for that."

George nodded his understanding. "I can accept that. You can't always help who you fall in love with. But that only explains you and Mark."

"The Friday night you took mom out to ask her to marry you but were unexpectedly called in to work, she came home really down. She had really been looking forward to the two you spending the night together. In a word, she was very horny."

"That was the same night Mark rescued you from friends who were going drinking, right? Is that what really happened?"

"Not so much," Kendall answered honestly.

"So, the two of you went to your house thinking we would be gone all night," George surmised.

"That's correct. But of course, mom was already there. The three of us sat on the sofa talking. We could see she was disappointed. I could also see that the way she was dressed—you remember, that tight blue sweater dress?"

"Yes," George said, recalling Donna in it. "She looked amazing."

"Yeah, well, I could tell Mark thought so too, and it didn't take me long to realize that the lump in his pants wasn't for me. I know that mom noticed it also, and in her state, at that time, she was a little fixated on it. At that point, something suddenly made sense to me. I had discovered earlier in the evening that mom had walked in on Mark and I having sex when we were supposed to be studying, but she never did say anything. The reason, which I later confirmed, was that she was so aroused from watching us, she couldn't say anything without giving herself away. That further explains her disappointment that your evening was interrupted. She had been so aroused from watching us that she couldn't wait for you to satisfy her.

"So, there the three us were, sitting on the sofa and the sexual tension was becoming so thick we could hardly stand it. Had Mark not been there, I would have comforted my mother as I had done before, and we would have ended up making love. And what occurred to me was why couldn't we both comfort her? So, without further thought, I blatantly started something and I strongly encouraged mom to participate. Of course, she resisted, but—"

"Uh, let me guess, you persisted."

"See, you're starting to understand."

"And Mark willingly went along with this?" George wanted to know.

"He was very concerned about doing something behind your back. He resi—, well, you know the drill."

"How many other guys have you and your mother—"

"None," Kendall quickly answered, almost anticipating the question. "And just so you know, Mark was my first and I was his. And my mother doesn't sleep around. She's a one man woman."

"And you don't consider her with Mark—"

"It's different. She doesn't go looking for it. He was there, I pushed her."

"But what does it say that she didn't resist?" George countered.

"As I've said, George, we are very sexual women. We need and want a lot of sex. Once you two were married, you wouldn't have been able to keep up. Mark can fill in the gaps. To be truthful, the kind of family we're hoping for is one where we all participate. There may come nights when you want to fuck me and not her, or both of us together." She could see him visualizing that and it was giving him a rise. "Wouldn't you like that?"

"Well, of course, it's appealing, but . . ." He shrugged. "And Mark's in agreement with that?"

"He likes the idea and he really would if he knew you were."

"So, when was anyone going to tell me?"

"We first wanted to determine if you were open-minded, and if so, how open-minded you are."

"Look, I like sex as much as the next guy," George explained. "I'm not opposed to threesomes and foursomes. Hell, I'll even admit that my wife and I talked about swinging, before she got sick. And with her teaching Mark, well, obviously incest is not an issue. But we were always open and honest about our sexual desires."

"I can appreciate that," Kendall agreed. "My mother and I didn't plan for any of this to happen the way it did—it just happened. There was never any intent to deceive you. Would we have liked for you to have been a part of it? Hell yeah. Do we still want you to be a part of it? More than ever." She leaned in and put her hands on his shoulders. "We are all very sorry and we regret that you had to find out the way you did. My mother said she attempted to tell you yesterday at lunch, but was interrupted."

George nodded, recalling the beginning of that conversation.

Kendall went on. She was on his right side and kept her left hand on his right shoulder while casually dropping her right hand to his left thigh. "As I said, I felt I was at fault for the evolution of this situation, and these things can escalate out of control if something isn't done right away, so this morning, while my mom and Mark were still sleeping, I awoke, snuck Mark's keys and drove his car over here, hoping this is where you were. I know you still love my mom and she loves you, and Mark and I love the two of you very much also. Again, I'm very sorry about the way you found out about this, but since it's not the situation that you're upset about, do you think you can find it in your heart to forgive us and let's get back to the way we were?" She eased her hand ever so slowly up his thigh toward his again fully erect cock.

Watching her hand, but making no attempt to stop it, George asked, "Is that your fallback plan? Seduce me?"

"No, I'm just anxious to fuck you again," she answered very straight forward. "I have a feeling it wasn't me you thought you were fucking the first time. I want to see how good it will be when you know you're fucking me."

George grinned, shaking his head. "You and your mother really are oversexed. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that Mark couldn't resist Donna."

"Don't sell yourselves short," Kendall countered, her fingertips making contact with his scrotum. "You and Mark are pretty irresistible too."

Nodding pensively, George asked, "So, what will happen one night when I'm away on business, and you and Mark are up at college, and your mom is so horny she can't stand it?"

"She won't go out looking for another man, that's for sure," Kendall reported without doubt. "Or a woman. She'd fly to wherever you are, or if that was not possible, drive to the other end of the state to be with us. But she wouldn't do it with a stranger."

"And you're so certain of this, why?"

"Because with all of the guys she's dated, she never once cheated on any of them, regardless the length of the relationship. And just so you know, while I have emphasized how sexual mom and I are, it doesn't mean we can't control ourselves. Given your scenario, she would most likely just attack whomever of us arrived home first. And oh what fun that would be: my mother so horny she couldn't think straight."

Kendall now had his balls in her hand and was about to roll them around, but she saw that George seemed to be lost in thought. Not knowing if it was because of what she was doing or if he was mulling over their discussion, she halted, even removing her hand to make certain it was the latter, and if so, to give him a few minutes.

When he grimaced five minutes later, she could wait no longer. "Well?"

* * *

Donna awoke with a start, uncertain what caused it. Her sudden movement also shook Mark to wakefulness. He rose up on his elbow and turned to look at Donna. They regarded each other momentarily, distracted for an instant by their nudity, until the horrible events of the previous evening were frighteningly restored in their memories. The sudden change in their otherwise hollow expression indicated they'd both achieved the realization simultaneously.

"What are we going to do?" Mark asked helplessly.

Donna could only shrug. "Where's Kendall?"

"I don't know." Mark tilted his head up to listen for the shower or any other telltale sounds. The house was quiet. He eased off the bed, suddenly ashamed of his nudity, and quickly scrambled for his clothes. He vaguely recalled stripping in the hallway, and dressed as he recovered each item.

Reaching the kitchen and living areas, Kendall was nowhere to be found. Donna was instantly behind him, having donned one of her skimpy robes. As Mark secured his belt, he realized that his pants were a bit lighter. A quick check of his pockets told him his keys were missing. He stepped over to a window, lifted a slat in the blinds, and was not really surprised that his car was gone.

"She took my keys and my car," Mark reported.

"Where could she have gone?"

"Only one place I can think of."

"Your house," Donna concluded.

"She always believed that she started all of this sexual activity."

"So, she went to there to attempt to fix it," Donna finished as though they were thinking with one mind. "Give me a minute to throw some clothes on."

Minutes later, in Donna's car, Mark said worriedly, "I hope she doesn't fuck it up worse."

"You really think she would?"

"Not intentionally. But I've never seen my dad so angry. He might not be his usual rational self."

"Well, whatever it is, we deal with it as best we can."

Despite that seemingly calm statement, Mark could hear the tension in her voice. However, her face gave nothing away. One thing he did notice: as terrified as they both were about what they were facing, and as quickly as she had thrown herself together—no make-up, hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, white button-up shirt, no bra as evidenced by the impression of her nipples against the material and the outline of her dark areola—she was still beautiful. "I have to tell you this. Some women are beautiful because they dress fashionably, wear carefully applied make-up and fix their hair just right, but see them without any of that and you wish you hadn't. You, on the other hand, even as disheveled as you are now are beautiful regardless."

Donna allowed a smile to surface through the misery she was trying hard to conceal. "Thank you, Mark, that's very sweet."

"I love you and Kendall. I really do. I've already lost one woman who was very important to me. It wasn't fun. I don't want to lose another. Even if my dad doesn't come around today, I'm going to keep working on him until he does."




In Step Ch. 10



"We don't want to lose you and your dad either, Mark. But he's got to be the one to come around. And he's got to do it on his own; because if he's coerced, and it really isn't what he wants, it will only get worse later on."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Mark answered defeatedly.

They arrived at Mark's home in record time and were not surprised to see Mark's care there.

"It might be to our advantage to enter quietly," Mark suggested. "If we hear first what's going on, it might give us a sense of how to proceed."

"Sounds good," Donna agreed. "Lead the way."

* * *

Still waiting for George to respond, Kendall again said, "Well?"

As though in a trance, George snapped out of it and looked at her at as much of her body as was exposed, ending on her eyes. "I was reflecting on our discussion, and truthfully, my thoughts turned to envisioning a lifestyle such as the one you suggest." His cock pulsing in the corner of her eye gave what she thought would be his answer. "As long as we have been seeing one another, Donna has never done anything to give me the slightest doubt about her. And since we brought you and Mark in on it, it's only gotten better. We all suffer from lapses in judgment—I know I have—so, I can't really be too harsh with Donna, Mark or you for having such a lapse. Perhaps the element that made it seem bad was because there was sex with another person involved. And society has brainwashed us into believing that is wrong. But is it really wrong if we're all open-minded?

"When Donna gave you and Mark a glass of wine, that was a lapse in judgment, but I didn't get upset about that."

Kendall thought she knew where he was going with this line of thinking, and it was in a direction she wanted him to go, so she saw no purpose in complicating it by correcting the wine story.

"My point is," he went on, "we're all entitled to a few mistakes and lapses in judgment, and so, there's no point in ruining a perfect—and I do mean perfect—relationship over such things. So, I accept your explanation and apology."

"Yes!" Kendall screamed, throwing her arms around his neck. She kissed him hard on the mouth, and he responded in kind. "I knew you'd come around. Like Mark, you're just too perfect to be petty. Oh, we four are going to have such a wonderful life!"

Pressing her lips to his again, she rolled onto her back pulling him on top of her. In that motion, his cock automatically found her opening and slid in so easily she couldn't have planned it any better.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kendall caught movement from the doorway. Turning her head slightly, she saw her mother and Mark standing there watching. She smiled, having hoped they would deduce this was where she had come and follow. And as she had further hoped, they arrived just as she fixed the situation. With very slight movement of her hand, she gave them the "okay" circle with her thumb and index finger, then signaled them to join in.

Kendall had to suppress a snicker as she watched her mom and Mark scramble to get out of their clothes as quickly as possible. Her mom, it seemed, had a slight advantage as she wore no underwear; both then tip-toed to the bed.

Donna lay on her back next to her daughter. George was, for an instant, shocked to see her, but his face quickly formed a big smile, and while still fucking Kendall, he leaned over to kiss his fiancé. He wasn't surprised when he saw his son out of the corner of his eye lean down from the other side of the bed to press his lips to . . . his girlfriend.

George eased out of Kendall, much to her moan of dissatisfaction.

"You're okay there," Donna said.

"But this is where I want to be," George said, as he moved sideways to enter his fiancé. "It's been too long."

Meanwhile, Mark moved into his dad's place where a now smiling Kendall was happy to again have a dick in her.

In similar positions next to one another on top of their women, father and son caught each other's eye. Both felt weird. "This is going to take some getting used to," George remarked.

"Yeah, it's surrealistic," Mark agreed.

But the women were smiling at each other victoriously. Kendall reached over to play with her mom's tit, while Donna did the same. Daughter then reached up to twist George's nipple and Donna did the same to Mark.

"Maybe it won't take that much getting used to," George said correcting himself.

With this being their first actual foursome, it didn't take long for them all to come within minutes of each other. Afterward, they all relaxed, the guys sitting against the headboard, the girls sprawled out near the foot of the bed. Mother and daughter were obviously comfortable having experienced each other's nudity previously. But father and son were clearly in an awkward state.

"This really is going to take some getting used to," George repeated. "You've really grown up," he noted about his son.

"It happens," Mark replied. "So, does this mean you're okay with this open relationship Donna and Kendall want to have?"

"I'm not opposed to the lifestyle," George informed him, "and if anyone had taken the time to talk to me about it first, they would have discovered that."

"I'm really sorry, dad. It all started quite innocently and evolved quicker than we could control it. By then, we were in so deep; no one knew exactly how to approach you about it."

"What have I been teaching you since you were a child? Honestly is the best policy."

"You're right. I apologize again."

"No need to. I know you well enough to know that you mean it and are not prone to behaving badly. And having said that, everyone makes mistakes, and you're entitled to a few also."

"Does that go for me also?" Donna wanted to know.

"It absolutely does," George said. "As long as I've known you, going back before we started dating, you've never done anything questionable."

Her smile lit up the room. "Does this mean our plans will continue?"

"That would be my hope, if it is still yours."

"It is—without a doubt!" Donna crawled over to kiss him passionately.

Mark and Kendall smiled at each other, then high-fived.

"So, what are we going to do about these two?" George asked after the kiss. "Considering they started it all."

Donna could see the twinkle in his eye and knew that he was being playful, so she responded in kind. "They did get me in a lot of trouble."

"I know, maybe we'll find a house in which they'll have to share," George threw out with a shrug. "You know, something like a bathroom. Or send them off to boarding school."

Kendall snickered, then leaned over and blatantly reached for Mark's limp cock, stroking it tenderly. "Uh, do you really think that would do it?"

"I meant, separate schools," George clarified.

"Oh, so you want to play dirty," Kendall deduced with a grin. With her other hand, she was able to reach out and caress his dick as she was Mark's.

"Oh, Kendall, for such a young girl, you're really using old tricks," George teased. "Do you really think that would get me to change my mind?"

"You're right. What was I thinking? Mom, can you come here for a second?"

Knowing her daughter was up to something, Donna walked on her knees on the bed while Kendall did the same. The two met near the foot of the bed facing one another. The girl leaned over and took her mother's left nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking on it, and after a minute, Donna performed a similar action on her daughter. Following that, the two females locked lips in a passionate, tongue-dueling kiss. They played it up by making it as wet and noisy as possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, Kendall could see Mark's cock at full mast again and George's on a definite rise. Even though they had done this many times, for some reason, this time was even making Kendall's nipples harden. Perhaps it was because the kiss was more sensual then usual, if that was possible, or because they were performing in front of their men, which was probable, or more likely, a combination. In any event she wanted more.

Kendall broke the kiss and turned to George, who was watching with intense interest while casually stroking his cock. She took it from him and went down on it, taking it over half way before it met her uvula. Her future stepfather's moan of ecstasy appeared to surprise even him.

Not to be outdone, Mark rolled off the edge of the bed as Donna eased onto her back, turning her spread legs toward her future stepson. He attacked her juicy pussy zealously, slurping up her delectable nectar hungrily. He realized that this cum cocktail might also include some of his father's semen, but at the moment, he didn't care, driven only by crazed desire.

Donna's body was angled on the bed with her head near George. He easily reached over and fondled her left breast and nipple. She felt a heightened sense of awareness knowing her pussy was being eaten by one man while another played with her tit.

Though George was enjoying having his cock sucked on by the young girl, she was not nearly as good as her mother in that department. What was good about her was her tight, young pussy that stretched around his big dick like an elastic, fur-lined glove. That's what he wanted to feel again, so he eased off of the bed, and with Kendall still on hands and knees, he turned her rear toward him, spread her moist vaginal lips with his thumbs and slowly aimed his saliva-coated rod to her love tunnel. It slid in like it was on rails, and it occurred to him that the additional lubrication was from his son's jism still coating her interior. The eroticism of it caused his cock to swell within her, which in turn, elicited from her a throaty, "uuunnnnggggaaaahhhhmmmmm," which undoubtedly was a sound of utter enjoyment. He then fucked her slowly and evenly.

For her part, the feeling was so incredible; Kendall thought she might pass out. But she forced herself to breathe. However, she was weakened to the point of not being able to hold her upper body up.

Meanwhile, across the bed, Donna didn't want to come again so soon, which Mark's talented tongue could easily make happen, so she pulled him onto the bed on his back so she could taste his cock covered in a dried mixture of his and her daughter's love juices.

Mark enjoyed Donna's skilled mouth—he'd only had blowjobs from her and Kendall, so he had no frame of reference, but he could not imagine anyone in the world being better at it than his future step mom. However, watching his dad plow Kendall made him want his cock buried in a pussy so he pulled Donna up and she easily guided her still wet snatch onto his saliva lubricated shaft and vacuumed him in.

Watching those two, Kendall pulled George around forcing him onto his back on the bed next to Mark. She then mounted him facing his feet instead of the same position as her mother, and bounced up and down on his cock.

The two women smiled at each other. Donna leaned over to suck Kendall's right nipple as she slid back and forth on Mark's cock. Whether she wanted to come again this soon or not, Donna felt the familiar build up and could not help herself; she was simply too addicted to orgasms to pass another one up.

Cut from the same cloth, Kendall could not let her mother have one without enjoying one also. Resting their heads on each other's shoulder, both exploded in satisfying orgasms.

Donna pulled out and rolled off of Mark lying beside him and tilted toward George and her daughter. Kendall did likewise, her head landing on her mother's shoulder. George then got off the bed and turned Kendall toward him, reinserting his cock in her snug vagina. Not to be left out, Mark lifted Donna's right leg and guided his dick back into her pussy. Father and son went at it again.

But Mark halted after a few minutes, fearing he was too close to coming.

Donna used the opportunity to crawl on hands and knees behind her daughter's head where she leaned in to kiss her fiancé as he fucked Kendall. Mother's tits were now hanging in the young girl's face, so she wasted no time in cupping the globes and alternated sucking nipples.

Turned on by the threesome, Mark couldn't help but position himself behind Donna and fuck her doggy style. As he continued to watch this interconnected sexual activity, the amativeness of the situation became more than he could control in himself and he began to feel the churning in his balls. "Uh, uh, uh, ah, ah, ahhh, ahhhh, unh, uunnhh, mmm, mmm, MMM, AHHHHH, YYYYYYEEEEESSSSSSSS!" It was a big one and he spewed more semen than Donna's already saturated pussy could hold.

George was also in the throes of his orgasm, and while not as vocal, his intensified breathing told Donna he was close. She reached out, grabbing his slimy cock, pushing him back far enough that he pulled out of Kendall. Mother then leaned forward engulfing his cock in her mouth just as he started spurting. It was all she could do to swallow it all.

Meanwhile, Donna's move forward had placed her dripping pussy directly over her daughter's face so that the cum forced out by Mark's continued thrusting splashed onto Kendall's mouth and nose. She slurped up what she could reach with her tongue. When Marked finally pulled out of her mother, she reached for his cum-coated dick and licked him clean.

When George finished coming, Donna rolled off of her daughter, trails of semen she couldn't swallow running slowly down her chin and neck. Kendall was there immediately, licking her mother clean while feeding her parent globs she scooped up with her finger.

All four were finally spent and wanted to simply relax on the bed. However, the only position in which they could all lay comfortably was with the two men on the outside on their sides facing in and their women spooning them.

"Can we just stay here forever?" Kendall asked dreamily. "I never want to leave this bed."

"We'll have to if you want to move into our new house," George mentioned.

"We haven't even chosen one," Kendall noted.

"Oh, I think you have," George countered. "Or at least, that's the sense I got by seeing what was spread out on the table at your house."

"Believe it or not, George," Donna said, "we spent most of last night going through all of the information the realtor sent—"

"And you all liked the glass cube on the lakefront," George finished for her. "When I saw it, I knew that was the one you'd all go for."

"How did you know that?" Mark asked.

"I think we all think pretty much alike, and it's the one I went for."

"Can we afford it?" Donna asked.

"Peter was quite generous with my compensation package, said I was one of the few executives who deserved what he was paying me," George informed them proudly. "I came close to putting a deposit on that house, but I decided to make certain I was correct in my assumption. I think we should drag ourselves out of bed and let the realtor show it to us just to make absolutely certain it's what we want. If so, we'll make an offer."

"Like I said earlier," Kendall repeated, "we're going to have a wonderful life!"

And so they did. The wedding went off as planned, all four went on the brief honeymoon and consummated the marriage and not long after, they moved into their dream house.

And then the fun really began!