17 comments/ 55298 views/ 27 favorites Meeting the Parents By: Dinsmore Occasionally I will get a comment from someone who, "hates sluts". I like sluts; I don't mean women who give it up without discretion. I mean women who fuck with abandon--- wanton, fearless, teasing, nasty, dirty little girls. It's the old, "behind closed doors" concept. This is a story about a good girl who is this kind of slut, Jekyll and Hyde. She likes cock and is not ashamed of that fact but she is also picky and discreet. He didn't realize it and wasn't prepared for how incredibly erotic their first time together would be. He has issues with it. He had thought she was the kind of girl you take home to meet momma. Now he's not so sure. "Fuck me baby! Drive that fat cock into me hard and fast...oh, fuck, what a great cock...oh shit...yeah...slap that nasty little ass...fuck this little slut...make me scream...oh...oh...yesssss!" Peter Horton came almost immediate following her orgasm. He slammed into the hot little red head for all he was worth...lifting her body off the floor and sliding her along the carpet. Unfuckin' believable...without question the most talented piece of ass he had ever met...Jesus she was working her cunt muscles...grasping and releasing his dick...wow...he'd had no idea. The blow job which had occurred earlier...sublime. He'd rimmed her sweet little ass hole and to his surprise she had reciprocated. He finally removed his still serviceable organ from her steamy little snatch; she spun around and cleaned their collective slime with her pouting little mouth...and then she grinned. What had taken Peter so long to make the first move? This was the fifth date; he hadn't even kissed her after the first one. She'd begun to wonder about his libido...or worse. She liked him...liked him a lot. He was a keeper, of that she was sure. The kind of boy you take home to meet your daddy. They weren't teens for God's sake, they were consenting adults. Well, at least the wait had been worth it she mused. He was a great fuck...fantastic hands...talented tongue...fat cock...delightfully uninhibited and nasty...he tongue-fucked her little crinkle...he'd get more than his tongue in there if he played his cards right. Peter and Lynn were wrapped in each other's arms on the floor in front of the fireplace. God she was so pretty...what a body...perfect little tits...an astounding rump...those sea green eyes...freckles...that hot little red pussy. None of those features had been what initially attracted him other than possibly those amazing, wide set, piercing green eyes. He had lost confidence in his company's actuarial and risk assessment consulting firm. They had made some close calls and finally a legitimately bad one and it had cost his company money and possibly legal and regulatory issues; time would tell on the latter. Risk management was a critical element in every decision his small limited liability company made. Peter had started a small medical device company after a decade with one of the big players in the industry. There was a niche that the big players had missed or decided to avoid. It was obscenely profitable but fraught with danger. Their products were invasive; they went inside the human body. It took years of R&D and years of FDA wrangling to get them to market. Market was a very relative term; the products were not available for just any physician or any patient. He employed his own doctors to consult with the practitioners who wanted access to them. Each patient was evaluated on a per case basis. For the right patient the products could be miraculously life saving. Implanted indiscriminately they could do more harm then good. Giving a potentially terminal patient a hopeless last chance with an expensive medical procedure was all too common. The patient invariably died anyway and there was always a law suit and the slimeball personal injury attorneys always went for the "deep pocket" which was usually the device manufacturer. Peter and his senior people had done their due diligence in selecting a new risk management partner. Lynn's company had won hands down. She had started out as a medical practitioner, acquired a graduate education in risk management and worked for a number of years for one of the top malpractice insurance firms in the industry. She had started her own LLC five years earlier working almost exclusively with small, high tech device manufacturers like Peter. The new partnership had been formed just over a year before. The two companies meshed perfectly. Lynn's firm was able to provide the personal touch that the previous firm had failed to provide. They were technically far more knowledgeable. Their assessments had been letter perfect. Peter was pretty sure that their collective track record over the past year or so was playing an important role in keeping both the government and the bottom feeders at bay. It now appeared that the regulators were disposed to write off the one bad decision as a fluke rather than any indication of faulty product or cavalier risk assessment. A single major judgment against a small medical device manufacturer could quickly send the firm into bankruptcy. While there was one lawsuit pending, it wasn't going anywhere. It was costing his company money in legal fees but it now appeared that there would be no windfall for the sharks. Peter was intimately involved in the day to day decision making of the company he had founded. He had once planned to become a doctor and had been a premed student. He had a graduate degree in engineering. He had been the primary designer of the company's hand-full of products. Lynn's company was also small; she was a very hands-on executive with a superb mind and a stellar educational background to boot. Peter and Lynn had spent an inordinate amount of time together over the past year as Lynn elected not to delegate Peter's business to one of her other equally talented associates. Neither of them had ever been married before. At thirty-eight Peter was three years older than Lynn. When they met several times a week to discuss a case, she was all business. Her attire was never provocative but rather decidedly demure. She'd never flirted nor sent any signs that she was interested in him romantically...or sexually. In spite of her keen mind, Lynn came off personally as rather innocent, even naïve and nonsexual. He had met a colleague at an industry conference who also had engaged Lynn's firm. "Ah, 'little Miss Goodie Two Shoes'. I'm pretty sure there's a body under there somewhere but I know I've never even seen her ankles. She's very pretty...I'm ashamed to admit I made a pass at her one time after one too many and she slapped me down pretty hard. There's one girl whose pussy is probably wired shut. What a waste." "Maybe she's just one of those women that doesn't mix business with pleasure?" Peter had replied, defending Lynn's "honor". "Yeah, or, 'I'm not her type'. Bullshit! She's probably a virgin or at the very least, frigid as hell." Their first date hadn't really been a date; they'd gone to dinner after a long meeting involving a new product roll-out. He had not really phrased it as a date invitation; she had hesitated and then said yes. She had gone home to change; he had picked her up at her house but she had not invited him in. Her evening attire was glamorous and fashionable but not remotely revealing. Still, she looked amazing and he had felt his dick twitch when he caught a glimpse of silken encased thigh as she got into his car. She had smiled often at dinner; she had been more relaxed and at ease than he had ever seen her before. For the first time they actually got to know each other, agreeing in advance to avoid business talk. She was a delightful and charming dinner companion. Her interests in art, music and literature were eclectic and demonstrated an inquisitive and interesting mind. They avoided politics but he got the distinct impression that they weren't terribly off base in that area. He could imagine his mother liking her a lot. He began to play that impossible mind game all women and men play on first discovery...is this the one? He tried to picture the two of them as a couple...raising children together...growing old together. As their delightfully long and relaxed dinner came to a close several hours later he realized that he had not thought about another woman in those terms since...ever? He'd walked her to the door; she had paused for just a second...inviting him to kiss her good night? He had decided against it, shaking her hand instead. They had exchanged a brief, almost professional hug. That night after her dinner with Peter, Lynn had struggled with very mixed emotions. Peter represented her number one client firm. It could get messy. She had grown fond of him long before their first date. He had an exceptional mind. He took patient safety very personally. She remembered one time when the decision had been made not to provide a particular device for a given patient. He had fought for that patient but ultimately agreed that the risk was too great and the likelihood of success too remote. She had been sure she had seen a tear in his eye. He wasn't the cold hearted son-of-a-bitch she so often encountered in this industry. He was a classic, "Golden Rule" kind of man always treating others with respect and kindness. His underlings adored him. He genuinely cared about their lives. He was one damn fine looking guy. Lynn was fashionably tall; Peter was suitably taller. He'd never been married; she wasn't interested in some other woman's problems when it came to a partner. His smile was...easy, genuine...warm. Nice body, great eyes, all of his own hair. He was enjoyable to work with, always eliciting candid input but not afraid to be decisive. Their second date was more of a real date. They attended a concert together. It was an artist and a style of music they both enjoyed. They'd caught a late supper at a small club and he had asked her to dance. He was a great dancer; she enjoyed the strong warmth of his arms around her. They had broached the future, not their future but families, children...life. They both seemed to be looking for the same things. He had finally kissed her; she had been close to inviting him in for coffee. That had occurred on date number three; they had made out on her couch. Date four was followed by a similar session on the couch but for the first time it got decidedly intimate as he stroked her hot little pussy through her panties and she rubbed his hard cock through his suit trousers. On date five, this one, she had more or less invited herself back to his place and more or less taken charge when it came to carnal pursuits. Here she was, cuddled in his strong arms, admiring his tight, muscled frame and lingering in the post-coital bliss of what had been an exceptional, mind blowing and completely satisfying fuck. He was very quiet. She knew that could mean that he was deep in thought about what it all meant...where this was going. She was just a little afraid that she had come on as entirely too sexually forward and aggressive. It wouldn't be the first time a man ran for the hills after fucking her. She couldn't help it. Outside of the bedroom, or in this case on her knees in the living room get banged from behind, Lynn was the demure, no nonsense all business woman that everyone saw. There had been very few men who had enjoyed her womanly treasures but those men would never forget it. In private Lynn was lusty, wanton, nasty and dirty and wanted nothing more than to be a special man's special fuck toy. In point of fact Peter was having reservations while kicking himself for allowing the classic double standard to enter his consciousness. Beautiful, bright, charming, built like a...intelligent, no socio-economic issues and an amazing little piece of ass. Isn't that what every man wants? A woman whose company he enjoys who has a similar world view? Someone he feels genuine affection for...makes the heart go pitter-patter? Sucks cock like a pro, loves to fuck...exciting, amazing, fantastic fuck...so what's the problem? There shouldn't be one. Lynn was the perfect woman...the perfect woman for him. Lynn spent the night; they fucked several more times. They made love. She sucked his cock, awakening him in the early morning light. He tongued her astounding little rear and she was pretty sure they'd explore that venue at some future date. They did a few days later and he was a superbly talented back door man. Oh, fuck, Lynn thought to herself, I've done it again. This one was a keeper...damn he was more than a keeper...he was probably the one! And your little slut routine has him thinking...You're not a slut but he thinks you are. No trip home to meet mom on this cruise. She was a nice girl...a good girl...she'd never engaged in trivial, impromptu sex or one night stands. She'd never slept around. In truth you could count on one hand the men she had slept with...and every damned one had ended the same way..."love to fuck ya' don't intend to marry ya". Was she ever going to meet a man who understood that very good little girls have a right to enjoy cock? No, she wanted more than that...she wanted a man who was absolutely ecstatic that she was what she was...a bright, caring, attractive woman who would satisfy her man's sexual needs and fantasies until the day after she died. And so as had happened before, their love life settled into an all too familiar routine. They fucked regularly; it just got better and better for both of them, at least physically. And then one day she just ended it as she had done on several other occasions. No drama, no histrionics and outwardly not a hint of angst. She assigned his account to another, equally qualified associate. She wouldn't take his calls. She knew she missed him; she knew she missed the incredible sex. She'd been down this road before; this time she ended it sooner than in the past. Her biological clock was ticking. She wanted a man to grow old with...a man to have babies with. This one was the best on all counts that she had ever encountered but she could see no impending trip to meet the parents and she was, as she saw it, running out of time. Peter was devastated; he was absolutely convinced that he had screwed up something uniquely special. He had and he knew it and he felt like a complete heel. He desperately wanted back into Lynn's life but she had shut the door. He searched his brain for a way to fix things...get her back...but nothing came to mind. It was at an industry conference a few weeks later that he shared a drink with another entrepreneur, a man who had started out as a physician and then gotten into manufacturing, a man a few years his senior. The two men had hit it off and become business friends. They were not competitors; their products addressed completely different maladies. The subject of risk management came up; the subject of Lynn came up. The look in the former medical practitioner's eyes said there was more to the story. "David, I don't mean to pry, well, yes I do, so tell my to go fuck myself if it's not something you want to talk about but I'm sensing that you had more than a business relationship with..." "Lynn? You too?" "Uh huh." "You blew it, didn't you? So did I. Peter, I finally got married a couple of years back. We're very happy; one darling little boy and another on the way, a girl this time. I love my wife but Lynn...ah, Lynn! She'll always be there...a piece of her inside my heart...damn!" "She ended it, right?" Peter asked. "Yep! And once Lynn ends it you are never going to get back inside. That's just the way she is. Look, we were pretty damn close. Close enough to share sexual histories. Hers is remarkably limited for a woman who..." "Is the best lover you ever even imagined sharing a bed with?" "You've got that right. Lynn's what, thirty-five now? Assuming she's been sexually active since...God now I'm getting clinical, well that is my professional end of the female anatomy. Anyway, Lynn has probably had four or five lovers in the last fifteen years or so...I'd bet you're number five. All of them were with men with whom she believed there was a future. All of them ended the same way. God! We men can be so stupid sometimes! She is everything you could dream and wish for in a life partner. She just happens to enjoy sex and well...you know. I got hung up on it. I lingered too long without making a commitment. She moved on. I lost and there are no second chances with her." "Not what I wanted to hear." "What are you going to do, buddy? My advice is accept it and learn from it and move on...wiser the next time...but I'm pretty sure there never will be a next time for you that's come close to her." "Did you try to, ah, make amends?" "Oh hell yes! 'Got no where. How long has it been?" "Just a few weeks. I'm pretty broken up about it." "How long were you together?" Peter told him. "She's sizing up the situation a lot quicker than she might have done in the past. You are screwed." "She won't take my calls...but I've got to try...any suggestions?" "Nothing worked for me...nor any of the others. I've actually met a couple of them. I was looking for advice also. A string of hopeless broken hearts. You just don't get over Lynn. Other than buying billboard space, hiring a sky writer and singing her a love song outside her window every night---all of which I considered---I can't help you. There aren't enough roses in the world to make it right again." Lynn and Peter met a week and a half later at a quarterly review session which she as her company's principal was obligated to attend. He had written her several personal letters addressed to her home address. More than one had come back to him stamped, "return to sender". At the end of the conference he handed her another sealed note. "I know you don't want to read this. I know you don't want to have anything to do with me and I understand why. I hurt you and there aren't words that will make that go away. It isn't that long. It's the last note I'll ever give or send you if that's what you want. Please don't throw this one away until you at least look at it. Then do what your heart tells you that you need to do. I love you and I always will...I didn't say it often enough or loud enough, did I? Words are kind of meaningless at this stage but I can't give up without trying something hopelessly desperate." Lynn drove home without opening the note which was enclosed in a very formal, high end envelop. She knew she was being insanely stubborn; she had given Peter less time than she had given the others. A piece of her said that he was...oh, fuck! Damn men! I'm good enough to fuck every night but not to carry your children? Grow old with you? Meet your parents? Fuck all of you! And then she just started to sob uncontrollably throwing herself on her bed until, blissfully, she was all cried out and sleep overcame her. It was Friday; she had no place to be on Saturday. She awoke before the sun came up, showered, changed into comfortable and comforting clothes and went back to her empty bed. In the dim light she stared at the envelope; she had already decided that she would not open it. It was calling to her...begging her...it finally won the day. Lynn Milton was not remotely prepared for what she found inside. She was in fact almost in shock. It was not a hand written note; it was in fact an engraved invitation to an event, a party, with a map on the back. Mr. and Mrs. Donald Horton request the pleasure of your company At an Engagement Party given in the honor of Lynn Marie Milton and Peter Conyers Horton on Saturday the twenty-seventh of May Two thousand and six at one o'clock in the afternoon at their home 2606 Butler Road Mount Gilead, Ohio R.S.V.P. 740-555-1234 No! This was too much! She wasn't going to fall for it! How dare he do this? What was he thinking, that this little bit of drama was going to win her heart? No, no. no! She was angry; she dialed his home number fully prepared to give Peter Conyers Horton a piece of her mind. She got the answering machine; he wasn't going to be home for the weekend. He was visiting his parents. Meeting the Parents RANDI Randi Boehmon and her family had been invited to visit the home of their son's new girlfriend. Jake was a freshman safety on the University of Cincinnati's football team and had met Erin Mason in one of his pre-med labs. Although the Boehman's lived quite comfortably, both Randi and her husband earned well into the six figures, the impression that she got from her son was that Erin's family was in another stratosphere. Old money, he told his parents, Erin's grandfather had made millions in textiles. Randi and her husband were wanting to make a good impression since they had met the girl and found her both sweet and attractive. Their daughter was a counselor at summer camp, so it was just the three of them that climbed into Randi's BMW X-5 for the short trip down the interstate to Indian Hill. Randi's long blonde hair was down and she was wearing a white sleeveless sundress that showed off her great legs and contrasted nicely with her tan skin. Although she was in her forties, Randi appeared to be much younger, with stunning blue eyes , slender legs and an ass that was nearly perfect. She was wearing a cinnamon shade of lip gloss and she had to remind herself to back off slightly from the amount of eye make-up that she usually wore. She had thought about wearing her wedge sandals, but at the last minute , opted for the thong slides with the 3 inch heels. The Mason's home was located about a quarter of a mile behind a set of huge wrought iron gates, and as they made their way up the winding lane, Randi was struck by the size of the home. Easily 20,000 square feet, she estimated, built in a beautiful Italianate design with lavish landscaping tastefully designed. The Boehmons pulled up in front of the home and as Randi stepped out of the SUV she saw Erin and her parents come down the long stone steps to greet them. Erin's father Paul was a big, barrel-chested man with a flowing mane of black hair just turning gray at his temples. His wife Janet had long auburn hair, big green eyes and huge breasts bursting above her tiny waist. Paul approached Randi's husband and shook his hand vigorously, introducing himself and his wife in a booming voice. Randi recognized his type right away from her work at a large electronics firm. He appeared to be much like the top salesmen she encountered; aggressive, cocky and loud. Randi's husband replied "Hi Paul . . .I'm Bill Boehmon and this is my wife Randi." Randi felt his eyes almost physically pass over her as they ran quickly up and down her petite frame. He took her tiny hand in both of his big mitts and squeezed her in a manner that caught her off guard when she felt her pussy tingle. "So nice to meet you both!" he said, looking deeply into her icy blue eyes, a killer smile on his full lips. Her husband helped her son unpack their luggage as Janet led Randi into her home. After a long tour, Janet led Randi to a large patio deck that looked out over the pool and surrounding hillsides where she found the others talking. Paul was an attentive host, getting Randi a superb glass of Chardonny only after asking detailed questions about her wine palate. Keeping her glass nearly full during dinner, Randi found herself quite buzzed by the time the sun had set behind them. Erin invited Jake and his dad inside to watch the Red's game on their home theater and Janet excused herself to make sure the guest rooms were in order. Paul and Randi remained outside and Paul freshened their drinks before taking a seat next to her. Pulling out a Cuban, he asked "Would you mind?" "No . . . Not at all." Randi replied "In fact " she said conspiratorially, as she reached into her purse and removed a hard pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120s, " I was hoping to have a quick cigarette myself." "I don't smoke in front of my family." she added, flipping the top of the hard pack and bringing the long, white cigarette to her wetly shining lips to accept a light from Paul. Randi took a deep drag and exhaled a thin stream up into the air as Paul lit his cigar. "I like a woman with secrets!" he told her, his eyes glinting with humor. Paul shared stories with Randi as the two of them sat and smoked. At one point, at Paul's urging, Randi put the big cigar up to her luscious lips and took a small puff, the nicotine raced through her body causing her to become light-headed. Randi found herself laughing with Paul, she recognized that he was a player and it was clear to her were this was headed. She was not at all suprised when he asked if she would like to see his wine cellar. When she quickly agreed, a knowing smile crept across his square jaw. Paul flipped the lights on in the wine cellar and closed the heavy door behind them. Randi felt his hands on her bare shoulders briefly before he spun her around and crushed him against his big chest. Paul kissed her roughly, his tongue pushing between her lips, one hand pawing one of her perky, firm breasts. Randi opened her mouth wide, her tongue meeting his anxious thrusts, her hands sliding from his shoulders to cradle the sides of his face. The two kissed deeply, almost fiercely, the alcohol fueling their lust. Paul moved his hand away from Randi's breast and lifted up the front of her dress, his fingers pushing between her legs. Randi spread them slightly, and he moved the thin strip of her thong to one side, her pussy already wet in anticipation. Paul thrust his middle finger up into her warm, wet hole and, after a few short minutes of vigorous attention, soon had Randi moaning into his mouth as they continued to kiss, her legs turning to jelly. Paul withdrew his finger and pulled his lips from Randi's, her blue eyes smoldering as she looked up at him, panting heavily, her face flushed. Paul unzipped his pants and withdrew his hard cock, applying a slight downward pressure on Randi's shoulders, a clear indication of his desire. Randi quickly got to her knees and took his thick cock into her hands. As she slowly stroked him, he could feel the metal of her wedding bands against the sensitive skin of his shaft. Randi dropped her jaw and took the fat head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her head bobbed a steady rhythm and she used both of her hands in unison with her loving mouth, a low moan building in her chest. Randi loved to suck cock and she knew she was quite good at it. After several minutes, Paul roughly grabbed the back of her head and began to fuck her face. Randi adjusted quickly, and placed both her hands on the sides of his hips as she breathed through her nose. She expected that he wanted to cum in her mouth and was suprised when she felt him pull his wetly shining shaft from her lovely lips. "I gotta fuck you!" he said breathlessly "I gotta get some of that pussy!!" He helped Randi to her feet and, without bothering to zip up, took her hand and led her through the door and down the hallway to his den. Randi grabbed his engorged member and led him into the room, a lewd smile on her face. The tiny tip of her tongue ran the length of her wetly shining lips as she stared at him, desire burning in her eyes. Paul kissed Randi as he backed her up against a big leather couch. He spun her around and Randi braced herself on the back of the couch with outstretched arms. Paul flipped her dress up and quickly slid her thong panties to her ankles, her luscious ass proudly presented to him. Paul grabbed her by the hips and thrust his aching cock deep into her unfaithful pussy. Randi's head arched back in pleasure as she pushed her ass back to meet his urgent pounding. "I knew you were a little cum slut the minute I saw you!!" Paul panted as he fucked her. "I knew that I'd be fucking you!!!" Randi laughed sensuously in response, her eyes squeezed tightly, clearly enjoying the fucking she was getting. Paul suprised her by sharply smacking her tight ass, causing a short yelp. He suprised her again, by grabbing a handful of her long blonde hair and tuggging it hard. Randi had never objected to a good, hard fucking from any of her lovers, but she had never been with someone who was into the dominant/submissive kink. Being the good slut that she was, she willingly played along. Paul tugged her hair again "You want me to stop fucking you, Whore?!!" "No Baby! . . . No! . . . Please keep fucking me . . . just like that! Your cock feels so good inside my pussy . . . Fuck me harder, Baby! . . . Harder!!!!" A cruel laugh spilled from Paul's mouth as he continued to pound his thick shaft into the sexy MILF. "Yeah . . . You like it rough, don't you . . . you hot little bitch! Does Billy-boy ever fuck you this good?!!" AAAAaaahhhh . . . No . . . mmmmmmmmhhh . . . No one . . . Baby! No one has ever fucked me like this!!! AAAAAaaaaah SHIT!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!" Paul picked up the pace of his thrusts, grunting loudly as he fucked Randi, still holding her long hair in one hand, the other grasping her ass. Randi moaned in response as she felt the first wave of her orgasm begin to pulse through her body. Neither of them heard the door crack open behind them or the suprised exclamation from Janet Mason. Looking for her husband, she had guessed that he was showing Randi his wine cellar, given their shared passion for the grape. Seeing the light shining under the door to his den, she was stunned to find them sharing a passion of a altogether different sort. Janet shut the door quietly and stood frozen in the hallway, the muffled shouts and moans eminating from inside caused her rage to fire. That Bitch!! That fucking little-titted blonde tramp! Fucking HER husband in HER house! Janet's mind was racing. She wasn't naive, she knew that Paul fucked around on a regular basis, and given the number of young lovers she had taken during their marriage, she wasn't being hypocritical. But not in HER house, as HER guest! That fucking BITCH!!! As Janet moved quietly down the hallway, she was already plotting her revenge. Back inside the den, Paul handed Randi a ball of tissues which she used to wipe the cum that had streamed down her leg. After cleaning up, Randi stepped back into her panties, hiking them up her shapely legs. Once dressed, Paul pulled her back into his arms, his tongue lashing out to meet hers. After a few short moments, Randi broke from the kiss, placing her tiny hands on his barrel chest, pushing him gently away. "We'd better get back, lover." she said in a soft tone, still glowing from the fucking she had received, "My husband might be wondering where I've gotten to." JANET The next morning, Jake was lying outside on the extra wide chaise next to the pool reading the sports page from The Enquirer. It was going to be a hot day, so he was wearing a sleeveless Under Armor shirt over his baggy gym shorts. Always a hard worker in the weight room, the strength and conditioning coach at U.C. had packed a solid 15 pounds of muscle on his frame, mostly on his chest, shoulders and arms. Jake was fair, like his mother, and had inherited her sriking blue eyes. He liked to keep his hair short and recently, Erin had gotten him to start shaving his nuts. Jake's dad was training for a mini-marathon and he and Erin had driven to a local bike path to get in a short run. Erin's dad had invited his mom to the club to play tennis and Randi had quickly accepted the invitation. Everyone was expected to be back after lunch. Jake finished the paper and laid back in the chair, closing his eyes. He and Erin had snuck out of their bedrooms late in the evening and met downstairs in one of the rooms in the spacious basement. While they were fucking, Jake thought he heard someone outside the door. But after lying still for a few moments, Erin urged him to renew his passionate thrusting into her hard body and tight pussy. Jake dozed for a few minutes, but opened his eyes when he felt someone nearby. Standing above him was Erin's mom, Janet, her long auburn hair flowing down over hair shoulders. Although she was wearing a cover-up, Jake was still able to take in long, slender legs, his eyes drawn to a gold ankle bracelet that she wore on her right leg. Janet smiled down at the daughter's boyfriend and pushed her stylish sunglasses up on her head. "How's it going ,Jake. Can I get you anything?" "No thank you. I'm fine. Just getting a little rest." "You must have had a rough night." she replied, a playful glint in her eye. Jake wasn't sure if he caught a hidden meaning in her response. Janet turned and stretched her arms causing Jake's pulse to jump. "It's going to be a hot one, don't you think?" she asked. She undid the tie on her top and let it slide slowly down her toned, tan arms, before looking over her shoulder at the young man. Janet was wearing a skimpy black two-piece that revealed a generous portion of her huge breasts. Jake had thought that his mother had kept herself in great condition, but Janet Mason was spectacular in her own right. She turned slowly towards him, a thin smile creeping across her painted lips as she watched Jake try not to stare at her heavy breasts. Paul had sent her to California to have them done, and by popular acclaim, they were magnificent. Smiling sweetly, she sat down on the chaise next to Jake. She pulled her sunglasses back over her eyes and stretched out, knowing the effect she was having on her daughter's boyfriend. As the morning turned to early afternoon, Jake tried his best not to get caught staring at the sexy older woman lying next to him. He found the exposed sides of her jutting mounds particularly tormenting. Jake felt that he was getting a hard-on and sat up to take off his shirt intending to turn over on his stomach to hide the fact that he was lusting after his girlfriend's mother. With his arms above his head, he winced noticably when a pain shot through his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Janet asked, concern in her voice. "Yeah . . . I'm fine. My shoulder's been a little sore is all. The trainer thinks it might be a rotator cuff." Getting to her feet, Janet moved next to him saying "Let me take a look. I"m good with things like that." "No . . . That's okay. It's not that bad, really." "I insist. Now, turn around." Jake reluctantly did as he was told, turning to sit on the side of the chair facing the house. He felt Janet kneel behind him, he could smell the lovely fragrance of her perfume as she leaned into him. Taking the ailing shoulder in both of her hands, she began to knead the thick muscle of his shoulder, her breasts lightly brushing against his broad back. "How does that feel?" she asked in a tone that Jake found entirely too sexy for the situation. "Great . . . Really good. I can feel it loosening up." Janet's hands left his shoulder and wrapped around to his smooth, deep chest, squeezing each of the thick pads of muscle in her manicured fingers. Before Jake could react, she leaned into his ear and purred hotly "That's funny . . . because I was trying to get you hard!" Stunned, Jake turned towards Janet to see if he had really heard her correctly, and Janet pulled him quickly to her lips, kissing him passionately. Jake found himself kissing her back, his tongue wound around hers, her breasts pressed tightly against him. After a few lust-filled moments, Jake forced himself from her hot embrace, and grabbed Janet's arms gently, but firmly, holding her back from him. "Mrs. Mason . . . We can't be doing this! I mean . . . What about Erin and your husband?" Janet ignored Jake and reached up to take his face in her hands, pulling him back to her hungry lips. As she kissed him, her hand slid down his taut body to find the head of his erect cock peeking out of the top of his baggy shorts. When she slipped her hand inside to rub the length of his shaft, Janet heard him begin to moan. Janet, breathing heavily, pulled away from the young boy's lips, smiling lewdly, and pushed him back prone on the chaise. She grabbed the sides of his shorts and tugged them off, Jake raising his ass off the cushion. She stared at her daughter's boyfriend's hard cock and was very impressed and more than a little jealous. Longer and much thicker than her husband's with a beautifully shaped head, Janet had not had a cock like his in a long, long time. Her hands felt like warm silk as they slowly moved up and down his shaft, one hand moving to cup his smoothly shaven ball sack. She leaned over from her knees, and just using the tip of her tongue, slowly licked up the length of his shaft. She repeated this several times, causing Jake to squirm. She lowered her head and sucked one of his heavy balls into her warm, wet mouth, lovingly running her tongue around the edge of his nut. A low moan started deep in her chest and the vibrations it caused drove the young man crazy. "AAAaaaaahhhh . . . Shit! Mrs. Mason, That feels so good! AAAAAaaahhh . . .Fuck!!!!!!" Janet spent some time sucking his other ball before once again licking slowly up his thick cock, this time lifting it up towards her mouth. She took his bulbous head past her painted lips and took the length of his thick shaft into her mouth. Using one hand, she stroked him in time with mouth, the wet sound of moaning and slurping seeping into the erotically charged air. Janet continued to lustily suck Jake's cock, impressed with his control. Realizing they didn't have much time, Janet pulled her lips from his straining cock with a loud pop, and leering at her daughter's boyfriend, used the flat of her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock's head. She turned her back to Jake and lifted her hair, offering the tie of her swimsuit top to her young lover. He quickly pulled the knot and Janet stood, reaching behind her to remove the thin material. She turned back to face him, smiling when she saw his reaction to her huge breasts. Janet shimmied her bottoms down over her rounded hips and slender legs exposing a well-trimmed landing strip above her moist slit. She turned her back once again, clearly showing off, smiling sexily over her shoulder. Janet knew her ass could not have been more perfect. Seemingly cut from marble, it was so wonderfully proportioned that many of her lovers asked if she had work done on it. She would laugh and tell them it was a gift from Mother Nature as they would run their hands lightly over its contours, loving the firm lines on what was, amazingly, the best feature on an incredibly beautiful creature. Jake was no different than her other lovers and she watched with pleasure as he slowly reached towards her twin globes. She let him explore them for awhile, then turned back to him, crawling up between his legs, his hard cock rubbing against her tanned body, falling into his hot embrace. As they kissed, Jake pulled her hard against his muscular body, her breasts crushed between them. His hand slid slowly down her firm waist and up and over her rounded hip, before moving up the inside of her thigh towards her pussy. He could feel the heat coming from between her legs before his finger parted her sopping wet folds. He added a second finger and began working them in and out of her love tunnel, the liquid crackle of his work reaching his ears, causing Janet to thrust her tongue even deeper into his mouth. Janet pulled herself from his lips and laid next to Jake, spreading her legs. Jake moved quickly between them and leaned over the top of his girlfriend's mother. The fat head of his long cock slid easily through her moist lips, followed by the rest of his thick, hard shaft. Jake thrust into her her in a slow, steady rhythm, almost pulling completely out of her tunnel, before slowly feeding inch after glorious inch of his shaft back into her writhing body. Janet thrust her hips off the cushion, her hands wrapped around his muscular back. He lowered his face to hers and Janet opened her mouth expectantly, her tongue darted out to meet his. As they kissed, Jake picked up the pace of his thrusts and Janet could tell he was close. Jake raised up on his arms, pushing even deeper into her married pussy. Meeting the Parents "Fuck Me Baby! FUCK ME!!! Fuck me harder, Baby . . . You're gonna make me cum!!!" Needing little encouragement, Jake savagely sawed his thick shaft into Janet, pulling her swollen clit into her pussy with each downstroke. With a loud grunt, Janet felt the first strong jet of his warm, sticky jizz explode into her pussy. As his cock continued to jerk inside of her, Janet's own orgsam burst, causing her to scream and shudder beneath his bulk, her pussy filled with his seed. After a very short rest, Janet found herself on all fours facing the pool, with her daughter's boyfriend aggressively fucking her from behind. Jake had a firm hold of tight ass, as he thrust deep into her pussy, her pendulous breasts lewdly swinging beneath her. Janet looked back over her shoulder at the young man lustily fucking her, a sexy sneer on her face. Jake was covered in a thin film of sweat, accentuating the definition of his thick muscles. "AAAAaaahhhh . . . Baby . . . You feel so good inside my pussy! I love fucking like this!" she began. "I heard you fucking my daughter last night and it got me so hot, I fingered myself right outside in the hallway!!" If this affected Jake, she couldn't tell as he continued to pound his long, thick shaft into her, filling her pussy with his young meat. "I'll bet my daughter doesn't fuck you this good . . . Does she? . . . I'm a better fuck than she is . . . Don't you think?!!" Janet continued in a mocking tone. "I'm a much bigger slut . . . Are you going to be thinking about my pussy the next time you fuck her?!!!!" A loud groan spilled from Jake's lips, Janet's dirty talk was driving him insane with lust as he slammed harder into her with even more force, her ass cheeks rippling in response. Janet knew he was close and pulled away, turning to her young lover, she pleaded: "Lay down . . . I want to taste you this time! I want you to cum in my mouth!!!!" As Jake laid on his back, Janet kneeled between his legs facing her house. She grabbed his thick shaft in both her hands and began to stroke him,lowering her mouth over his straining cock and running her tongue all around his bulbous head before sliding her lips down over him, bobbing her head rapidly up and down. Intent on bringing her young lover to climax, she failed to notice that the two of them had company. Randi had left with Paul earlier that morning on the pretext of playing some tennis. They were no more than a mile down the road before he pulled down a partially overgrown lane. Pulling his cock from his tennis shorts, he put his hand behind Randi's head forcing her to his lap, a fierce look on his face. After she blew him, he drove her to his office and they went inside. Randi put Paul through the paces, fucking him in a variety of positions on just about every piece of furniture in his office. As she rode him in his big leather chair, Paul lustily smacked her ass, leaving her cheeks bright red. When they got back to his home, Paul excused himself and said that he needed to clean up. Randi intended to do the same, but as she walked towards her room, the two figures by the pool caught her attention. Moving slowly, as if in a dream, she walked slowly towards the french doors overlooking the pool, feeling her heart beat as recognition dawned on her. Janet was still on her knees between her son's legs, furiously fucking his cock with her face. Her hands were braced on his muscular thighs and Randi could hear her moans through the screen door. Randi's eyes were transfixed on her son's long hard shaft which was pointed straight up into Janet's hungry mouth. She'd seen Jake in very little clothing before, admiring his muscular build, his V-shaped torso and athletic legs, and admittedly had noticed the generous bulge between his legs, but, obviously, she had never seen him in this state before. He was incredibly large and Randi was shaken by her reaction. She'd written herself off as a complete slut several lovers ago, but she always felt that she still maintained some boundaries. As she felt her pulse quicken, her pussy began to tingle and the first hint of moisture crept between her legs. She moved even closer to the door, unable to pull her eyes from the erotic scene in front of her. Janet pulled her lips away from Jake's cock and took him in both her hands. She began flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the head of his cock, causing Jaked to writhe below her. "AAAAaaaaahhh . . . Fuck . . . Mrs. Mason! I'm gonna cum!!! " Janet continued to flick her tongue as she worked his shaft with both hands. Jake cried out as a huge rope of cum spurted from the end of his cock, hitting Janet just below her nose. Janet opened her mouth wide as several strong jets erupted, sliding him back past her painted lips. She stroked him firmly and swallowed as much of his seed as she could, her face a sticky mess. Inside the house, Randi shuddered softly and gasped, not realizing that she had been rubbing her pussy causing a sweet, small orgasm to ripple through her body. Janet lifted her head and smiled lewdly down at her daughter's boyfriend. As he watched, she tried to lick her face clean, sucking huge globs of his jism into her mouth before swallowing. Using a finger to push the remaining jizz to her luscious lips, Janet raised her eyes to find Randi staring directly at her. Janet smiled cooly and made a dramatic show of sucking her fingers clean, smacking her lips lustily. Startled, Randi backed quickly into the home and went directly to her room, her heart pounding, her mind racing. RANDI & JANET At dinner that night, Jake felt that there was some tension between his mother and Mrs. Mason. Although still cordial to one another, he was picking up a weird vibe that he couldn't place. Ultimately, he shrugged it off, convincing himself that his unexpected encounter with his girlfriend's mother had him on edge. When he excused himself, claiming that he was tired and was going to bed, his mother pulled him into a warm embrace and kissed him, her lips lingering on his a beat longer than normal. Later in the night, Janet smiled to herself as she heard Paul quietly get out of bed, and leave their bedroom. She waited a few moments before heading down the hallway towards the room where Jake was staying. She sat on the side of the bed and gently stroked the side of his smooth face. He awoke with a start causing Janet to giggle, before pulling back the sheets and reaching for his cock. Although he had been with Erin a short while earlier, Jake quickly stiffened under Janet's practiced hand, his breath catching in his chest as she lowered her head, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him into her warm, wet mouth. Downstairs in the den, Randi laid beneath Paul as he thrust his cock relentlessly into her eager pussy. He pushed her deep into the cushions of the leather couch as he fucked her, their discarded bedclothes strewn across the floor. Randi closed her eyes and listened to Paul grunt as he slid his cock between his slender legs, her mind playing back the earlier scene at the pool. Without even realizing it, Randi's mind began to wander and she imagined that it was her son Jake, not Paul, who was fucking her. She pictured his long shaft plunging deep into her wet pussy and she began to drive her hips off the couch to meet his thrusts. She began to moan loudly and pulled her lover tightly against her taut body,her legs wrapped around his. She turned towards the face that was lying on her shoulder, her mouth open, tongue extended. As she kissed him deeply, she felt her lover's cock stiffen inside her pussy and knew he was about to cum, her hips rolling eagerly against his. Randi's eyes burst open as the realization that she was fantasizing about fucking her own son hit her at the same time Paul's cock spasmed deep in her womb. Her breathing was ragged and her own strong orgasm pulsed through her body, now writhing under Paul's thrusts. Later, as he was catching his breath, Paul kissed her roughly. "Goddam Randi, every time we fuck, it just keeps getting better and better! That was fucking incredible!!" Randi smiled sweetly up at him, her mind elsewhere, a feeling of dread suddenly falling over her. EPILOGUE Randi fluffed a pillow and thrust it behind her back as she sat up naked against the headboard. She grabbed her cigarettes off the bedside table and lit one with a tiny, gold lighter, drawing deeply. She heard water run briefly in the hotel bathroom and took another slow drag, exhaling a thin stream into the darkened room. The bathroom door opened and in the dim light, she took in the familiar form of the young man's broad shoulders and lean hips as he walked slowly towards the bed. Randi crushed her cigarette out and slid lower on the bed, the young man moving to lay beside her. They embraced and kissed deeply, Randi's perky breasts pressed deliciously against the smooth, thick muscles of her young lover's chest. She felt his long, hard cock in her hands, his fingers gently probing the warm wetness between her legs. She moaned softly into his mouth, before rolling over and spreading her legs, pulling the young man eagerly to her, her body humming with excitement. Her young lover knelt between Randi's legs and leaned toward her, the thick head of his cock pushing through her moist lips. He started a slow, easy rhythm that Randi matched, a contented smile spreading across her beautiful countenance. She pulled his face to hers, his tongue pushing past her wetly shining lips as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Randi moved eagerly beneath him, her breathing becoming shallow. Her young lover pulled his lips from hers and looked down at the sexy MILF moving beneath him, smiling broadly. "Do you like this, Mrs. Boehmon? Does this feel good?!!" Randi purred in anxious agreement "OOhh Ryan! Your cock feels incredible! Keep fucking me , Baby! Keep fucking me!!!" After returning from the Mason's, Randi fretted over her reaction to seeing Janet Mason fuck her son. Thinking that she was hornier than usual, she called Ryan Grant, a former high school teammate of her son. She and Ryan had been hooking up from time to time and she thought his young, hard body was just the ticket to stop this foolishness she was feeling. Ryan continued his long, deep thrusts into her married pussy, Randi rolling her hips in response, her pussy beginning to tingle. "Fuck me, Baby! Just like that! Yeah . . . That's it! Give me all your hard cock! I fucking love it!!!" Randi moaned, the bedsprings singing from the force of their coupling. Randi's arms wrapped under Ryan's and grabbed the back of the thick muscles of his shoulders, pulling him tightly against her writhing body. Randi's breathing became labored and as she felt the first pulse of her orgasm, she groaned out loud, then softly, almost to herself, she whispered: "Give mommy a good fucking!" Meeting the Parents *** "Son, what exactly are you going to do when she doesn't show up? Your mother invited everyone she knows...we know...you know. You know we're behind you and it's your show but it's going to be one pretty huge embarrassment---for you." "I'll deal with it dad. If I'd invited her home to meet you guys in the first place I wouldn't be in this situation. I screwed up and this was the best I could come up with. I love the damn woman...I'm pretty sure she feels the same way. She's just very stubborn." "Exactly when are you planning to ask her to marry you? Do you have a ring?" "Yeah, got a ring...her size I think but it can always be sized if I'm wrong...single solitaire blue white, platinum setting...three carat. I'm going to stand out there at the turn-off to the farm and wait for her...lie down in the middle of the road if I have to...tux and all." "Take a blanket so you don't get all dusty...and a pillow in case it's a long wait...maybe a lawn chair." Dad, a question...personal...maybe inappropriate...but sex..." "Oh, you're finally going to sit down with me at thirty-eight for that all important father- son chat? Wow! I'm all ears." "Look, dad, I've told you all about Lynn...but I didn't tell you everything...sex...she's...well, very unihib..." "Really, really, great in the sack? Consider yourself lucky. So is your mom...hornier today than the day we got married...wears me out sometimes...a regular pistol! 'Couldn't be happier about it. Too much information?" "No, just enough. Thanks." *** Lynn tentatively dialed the number on the invitation. A woman, too young to be his mother answered. He had a sister...could it be her? "I just wanted to check on the appropriate dress for the party today." "The men are going semi-formal, dinner jackets without ties; the women...afternoon dressy? Nice dress, but comfortable? Did you want to RSVP so I can check you off the list?" "No, thank you...I'm not sure if I...I'll call back." No! She wasn't going to play into Peter Horton's absurd fantasy. A two hour drive...she'd need to leave by 11:00 AM. What to wear...No! Well, she'd...what would she do? Show up and tell him to stop it? He hadn't even hinted at marriage...he said he loved her but generally when they were naked...fucking...after...well other times too but not as often as she would have liked. She dialed the phone again. She called her mother. "Mom, I need to talk. It's very important. I...this man...he...an engagement party...I..." "You're rambling dear. Start at the beginning." And so she did. And then her mother started to laugh uncontrollably. "Well, dear it's good to know you inherited some of my genetic code! You father and I have been married for what now, almost forty years? Trust me, there is sex---damned good sex---after sixty. Think about what I had to go through in an entirely different era with much stricter rules about girls who enjoyed...'doing it'. I damn near had to bash him over the head and drag him to the altar. It took him some time to figure out that he was lucky not cursed. Neither of us has ever cheated on the other one. He's got all he can handle at home and as for me...he is a very talented old man. Get off your ass and get going. You've got two hours to get ready. I think it's the sweetest thing I've ever heard in my life. He loves you. He is the one. Don't screw it up. Read it to me again, every damn word...wow!" *** "May I speak to Peter, please?" "Who is calling please?" "He and I have never met. I'm Lynn's mom." "Hello?" "Peter, we've never met but I feel like I know you. I think she's coming but she was always a stubborn little girl so don't count your chickens, but on the oft chance that she does, my husband and I...we only live a couple of hours from you...we'll, I was wondering if we could wangle an invitation; this is something I don't want to miss. The deal may not be sealed but I'm feeling good about it!" *** It was just a few minutes before the appointed time; she had watched as an amazing string of cars made the turn and made their way down the winding country road. She looked at her watch again; the party had just begun without her; she pulled off the secondary road at the entrance to their farm. In the distance she could see a lone figure carrying something making his way down the dirt road. He was carrying a lawn chair. He was closer now...wearing a tux...no tie...he looked up at her car...he stopped a hundred yards from the entrance and sat down on the lawn chair in the middle of the road and looked right at her. She started her car and moved slowly down the road until she was just in front of him and got out of the car. "You seem to be blocking the road...what's on your mind?" She said, unable to keep the hint of a smile from forming on her lips. "I'm waiting for somebody special...the most special person in the world...didn't want there to be a chance in hell that I'd miss her. I wasn't sure she was coming." "She almost wasn't and technically hasn't yet. What is it exactly you want to say to this person?" "Well, this is an engagement party; it's hard to have one of those without two people who are in love, a proposal and a ring. There are two people eye balling each other right now who are in love with each other, no denying it. This is how it works; I propose, you say yes, I put a ring on your finger and then I take you up to the house and introduce you to mom, dad, the rest of the family, friends, neighbors...and so on." Peter left the lawn chair and moved toward Lynn. "Say your piece." Lynn said as the smile began to take control of her lips completely. Peter went down on his knees. "I love you, Lynn Milton. If you love me half as much as I love you than we should be husband and wife...spend the rest of our lives together in each others' arms...raise a family. Will you marry me Lynn and make me the happiest, luckiest man on earth?" "The ring?" "Oh, yeah, almost forgot...here...it's in my pocket...goes on the third finger..." "I know." Lynn said softly as he gently slipped the token of his affection and undying love on her hand. "That's a start! You let me slide it on there...does that mean...?" "I could change my mind; it's happened before...a girl accepts a ring and then gets cold feet...isn't sure she...they are...he's the one...the guy she's waited for..." "Am I that guy?" "I think you just might be, Peter Horton, I think you just might be." "Was that a yes?" "Hold, me kiss me and tell me you love me...now and forever....then we'll see." Peter did so. She whispered the special three letter word in his ear. "Would you and your lawn chair like a ride up to the house?" "That'd be helpful." "Let me dust off your knee...you got it dirty kneeling down there in the road. Are you sure you're not worried about the fact that kneeling in front of you like this with my mouth at the perfect level makes me think about..." "Sucking my cock?" "Uh, huh." "That makes me one pretty lucky guy...or so my dad told me." "Your dad?" "It's a long story best saved for later but I have a strong sense that you and my mother have far more in common than you could even imagine." Lynn figured it out. "I sort of discovered the same thing about my own mother this morning...oh I wish they could have been here for this...I..." "They are! Our respective parents are becoming very good friends." "Wow! How did..." "She called and told me you might just show up for your own engagement party and she and your dad wanted to be here." "Wow." "Are we staying for the weekend?" "There is a very well appointed guest house suitably separated from the main house by several hundred yards...very private." "So you think you might get lucky?" Lynn whispered unable to contain a grin. "You said yes! It doesn't get any luckier than that!" "Au contraire, my dear friend, there are things we haven't done yet...tricks I haven't shown you...but...a good answer nevertheless." "Wow!"