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                           Helping Bobby Learn
                               by Lubrican

Copyright© 2011 by Lubrican


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Description: I happened to overhear my son, with his girlfriend, making some serious mistakes in how he was treating her. A good dad should offer help in such a situation. right? So I did. And help sometimes includes demonstrations. right? And she was the only female present to demonstrate on. She liked the arrangement a lot more than my son did, but she was calling the shots, so he had to live with it. At least until her mother found out. That's when things got really complicated.

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Chapter 1


When I was a kid, I used to get hold of a Penthouse Forum magazine every so often. When you're a kid, you don't realize that most of those letters are bullshit - fiction that, these days, is published on any number of websites that host erotic reading. And I dreamed of doing the things I read about in those purloined pages, while I beat off like crazy.

Of course back then girls had a different take on playing stinky finger and such things. You could get your dick wet, but not easily. To be honest about it, I think the reason girls were reluctant to play was because they were so afraid somebody else would find out. Some guys were stupid, bragging about every conquest, like that would make them more popular with guys who weren't getting any at all. And once a girl got a reputation, she was stuck with it.

So the challenge, when I was a studly teenager, was to convince the girl not only that it was safe to try things (because my lips would be zipped) but to convince her she should try things. Of course I'm talking about the things I read about in the Forum letters.

And what I learned along the way served me very well, I must say. I hit college in the late sixties, and by then women's feelings about sex had gone through some amazing changes. They were still reluctant, but now it was because they knew sex could be good, but they weren't getting that kind of sex from guys their age. That's because guys their age thought with their balls instead of their brains.

For girls, there were clear and rational steps in a relationship. They all knew what the steps were and talked about them to each other. And for the girls, being on a given step was just fine. It was thrilling and sexy and made her feel grown up. It was romantic to be on one step and contemplate climbing up to the next one. And when she decided to let a boy take that next step, it was a gift to him - she was according him a privilege, if you will.

Guys, on the other hand, saw sex more like falling off a cliff. You took one step and then there was nothing you could do about it. Gravity took over and the only thing that could stop you was hitting the ground. "The ground" usually consisted of a cop, knocking on steamed up windows with his flashlight, or maybe a shrill voice saying "I have a curfew. We have to go right now!"

The point is that only very rarely did what the guys want match what the girls wanted too. So what you ended up with were horny girls who knew it could be good, but didn't know how to get their boyfriends to make it good. I learned about this during my first couple of years of college. And, by the time I was a junior, I had cultivated a reputation, and earned a nickname, which was "Cupid." I was the guy who didn't have a steady girlfriend, but who was fun to go out with, because I knew what the steps were, and would stop when told to stop. In other words, I wasn't boyfriend material. I was "the guy you can try things with and then walk away from." I know that doesn't sound very sexy, but the fact was that a lot of girls were curious about steps they weren't willing to let their boyfriends take, because if they let their boyfriends do that, then he'd think he could do it again, or take more steps etcetera and so forth. And girls hate to commit themselves to something that they don't know for sure if they're going to like or not.

Like blowjobs.

That's just one example, but there were tons of sexual activities (remember this is in the late sixties) that everybody knew about, but which were shied away from by girls just because they didn't want to get into a situation where their guy would expect them to do it again and again.

Then there were the wild girls. Or maybe they were girls who had just let things go too far, and they couldn't get back to where they thought things should be. Like I said, once a girl got a reputation, she was stuck with it. Those girls found themselves in a mixed up world where they had, at one time or another, tasted nirvana. And they somehow knew that if they could just learn how to control the man, they could taste it again someday. To them, sex could be a tool, used to control a man. But you had to be good at using that tool, and you didn't practice on your boyfriend. You practiced with Cupid, and then owned your boyfriend.

Of course in my persona as Cupid, I aimed at getting as much as I could. The whole point of being Cupid was having access to lots of different pussy, without getting entangled in any particular one. And part of being Cupid was being the best bullshitter on the block. This was bullshitting on the level of The Olympics, and the fact was that I had this mysterious talent to get women to do truly astonishing things.

Like fucking bareback.

You'd think that if a girl was going to go without a raincoat, she'd do it with her boyfriend, instead of a stranger, or at least a guy who she wasn't interested in having a long term relationship with. But girls are trained to demand a condom (it really is a good idea) and the only thing most of the intelligent ones have ever felt inside them is latex. Of course they hear stories about how good it feels to experience the real deal ... but they don't want to let their boyfriend do that ... but there's this guy who really will stop when you tell him to, and pull out if you don't tell him to stop ... and he's a nice guy with a good rep ... so if you want to see what it feels like ... just once ... go see Cupid.

Part of my success with women, which often included getting them to try many more things than they came to my house to try initially, was that I didn't play social or mind games with the girls. I talked to them like they were guy friends. I wasn't crude, but I was very open, and I asked them both what they wanted and what they thought about it after they got it. I honestly think that had more to do with making women comfortable around me than anything else. I didn't play the normal male/female mating games with them.

I could have sent a lot of letters to Penthouse, and they wouldn't have been fiction. But, of course, I didn't. And eventually one of the cheerleaders I convinced to try some things decided that, once she'd tried them, she didn't want to walk away, and my hormones finally got under control and I got married and the fun was over.

That's not fair. The fun wasn't over. The fun was actually just starting. Melody was the only woman who, both before we were married and afterwards, growled at me if I talked about using a condom. Melody wanted to be a mother, and she wanted me to be the father of her children. She got pregnant on the honeymoon. Either that or Bobby was a little bit premature, because she had him almost nine months to the day from our wedding ceremony.

And, as she gave her last push, to become what she wanted most in life, a congenital weakness in her aorta resulted in a rupture that turned out to be half an inch long. She died before they even knew there was a problem. She never got to hear her son's first cry, which I will forever believe was in anguish for losing his mother.

But other life went on, and I was all Bobby had left, so I couldn't wallow in self-pity, or whine and moan. I had a baby to raise, and that's what I spent my time doing. For the first five or six years he was my life, outside of work, which I had to do to bring in money. And I couldn't afford to get fired, so I did my job well. That's probably why I ended up as a vice president in the company, but that was much later.

It's astonishing how many things a kid can get involved in once he gets into school. There are plays, and band, and chorus, and sports. There are projects for science fairs, and field trips and birthday parties. And in the summer, when there's no school, boys want to play catch, and go fishing and ride bikes. And the fact that he has no mother doesn't mean vacations don't exist.

The point is that it was pretty easy for me to spend all my free time on my son, which is why I never got around to thinking about having another woman in my life. Melody eventually filled up a warm and sunny spot in my memories, and the pain wasn't so acute any more, but I didn't really need a woman in my life, if you know what I mean.

And then Bobby hit puberty, and parental units became passé with his age group. I was still welcome at football games, to watch him score points and posture on the field, but after the game he wanted nothing to do with me, preferring to hang with his friends.

And his girlfriend, of course.

He was a popular guy, and he never wanted for female companionship. I met them all, of course, and was interested to find out that I still had it when it came to the ladies. Not that I tried to put the moves on his girlfriends or anything. But I just naturally treated them like, and talked to them like I had talked to all those girls their age back in the day. And it turns out that in that sense, girls haven't changed a bit. They like it when a man approaches them on equal terms. And I almost always made friends with his girl of the month. Months - even years - after they broke up, those girls would see me somewhere and smile and come up and spend five or ten minutes catching up on things.

Like father, like son. Bobby ended up with a cheerleader. Her name was Courtney Rader, and she was one of those women who are scary to a lot of men.

First off, she was a stone fox. She was Asian-American, with naturally thick black hair. Instead of being short, which a lot of Asian heritage brings on, she was tall with a full size Barbie figure. She had teeth so white I was pretty sure she had a dentist on retainer to keep them that way. Her skin looked tanned, but I was sure it was also genetically dark. She wore her hair in a ponytail most of the time and liked to show off her legs, which were muscular in a feminine kind of way. She was a healthy young lioness, and when she prowled, the world would do well to take notice.

Not that she was full of herself. Not at all. If anything she was shy when we first met. I noticed that right away because I had seen her in the cheerleading squad long before she started going out with my son, and she knew how to work the crowd and get them going. I confess I'd had the odd fantasy about her myself before we actually met.

And then we did meet, and she was shy, and I treated her just like I had treated all the other girls - as if we were peers - and within a month she was hugging me when she got to the house and giving me a kiss on the cheek and calling me "Mister G." She didn't flirt, exactly, in the sense that this girl was a natural born tease, and teased every man she was around.

At any rate, I realized how serious things were becoming when, after four months, Courtney wasn't replaced by some other girl.

I hadn't thought all that much, up to this point, about what my son was doing with the girls. He was a boy and they were girls, and things come pretty naturally between them. So I assumed he was gaining some experience, and hoped he was being smart about it. I had raised him to be a gentleman, so I wasn't worried, per se. And then one night my bowling league was cancelled because a water pipe broke at the bowling alley, so I had to turn around and go back home much, much earlier than normal.

I didn't enter the house in stealth mode or anything. I wasn't even thinking about the kids, to be honest. I was trying to remember the recipe for Belgian Waffles. I had stopped on the way home to pick up whipped cream and strawberries. I had the powdered sugar, but I couldn't remember where I'd put the recipe for the batter.

The back door to the patio was open, and I heard a girl's voice say "Bobby! Stop it!" She didn't sound angry, exactly, but she did sound serious.

So I went and looked out the open door onto the patio. Bobby and Courtney were in the hot tub. They were also naked.

It was early March, and the weather had been unseasonably warm. I decided that was the reason Courtney was standing up, hip deep in the water, staring down at my son with storm clouds on her face. It wasn't cold enough to be uncomfortable out of the water. I did notice it was cold enough for her nipples to be nice and hard.

"I told you I'm not ready for that yet!" she snapped.

"Aw, come on, Courtney," whined my son, sounding like a spoiled little boy. "Brad told me you did it with him when you guys were going together."

"That was obviously a huge mistake!" said Courtney sharply. "But I don't care about Brad any more. I care about us, and I care that you aren't listening to me."

"Everybody knows that no means yes," said my son.

Which is all it took to have me out the door, striding toward the tub.

"No does not mean yes!" I yelled. "No means exactly what it means."

Courtney's eyes widened as her eyebrows rose above almond shaped eyes. Her hands came up out of the water to cover her breasts. I ignored her. I addressed my son, who was thrashing, panicked in the tub.

"When a lady says no, that's exactly what you had better be involved in," I said. "No son of mine is going to treat a woman like that."

"Dad!" croaked said son.

"Now, apologize to Courtney," I said.

"But I didn't do anything!" he howled. "She won't let me do anything!"

I looked at Courtney, who looked guarded now, rather than surprised. I noticed hickeys, one on her neck and another just above her left hand, on the upper swell of her left breast. I pointed, moving my finger to within an inch of her skin.

"That's a hickey," I said, my voice level. "She let you do that. And I think I'll point out that you're both naked, just in case you forgot."

"I didn't forget," said Bobby, clearly unable to form a plan on how to go forward in this situation.

I turned back to Courtney. She was staring at me, her hands still covering her breasts.

"You okay?" I asked.

She blinked at me two or three times, and then nodded.

"Please excuse my son," I said. "He's an idiot."

She swallowed, and then said "Um ... okay, I guess."

I think it was about then that I just slipped into my teenaged persona as Cupid. Don't ask me why it happened. Maybe all those dry years finally caught up with me.

"You're much too beautiful and sensitive to have to suffer bruises at the hands of an impatient ruffian like him," I said.

I saw her pupils dilate, and her eyebrows relaxed just a little.

"Would you like me to get you a towel, or are you going to give him another chance?" I asked.

"Another chance?" she asked, her voice high.

"Men can learn. You just have to be patient with them," I said. "If you were comfortable with it, I'd be happy to give him some pointers on how to treat a woman."

"Dad!" gurgled Bobby.

"Tell him to shut up," I said softly, looking right into her eyes.

"Shut up, Bobby," she said almost instantly, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Courtney!" he gasped.

Now her eyes left mine and pinned him.

"I said shut up, Bobby!" She looked back at me. "I think your father and I are discussing your future."

I saw curiosity in her face. I wasn't reacting like she expected me to. But that was what Cupid did ... what he was famous for.

"I remember quite clearly what boys and girls like to do," I said. "But there are right and wrong ways to go about it. My concern is that the two of you go about things the right way, so that nobody ends up ... unhappy.

She blinked again. She looked so serious.

"So ... you mean us being here ... like this ... isn't freaking you out?"

I smiled. "I am sometimes envious of my son," I said. "One such time is right now."

Her skin darkened from just above her hands, upwards. She smiled, finally.

"I feel silly."

"Trust me, you look anything but silly," I said.

"Mister G," she said, lowering her eyelashes half way. "Are you flirting with me?"

"I suppose I am," I admitted. "Not that I have a right to but..." I turned to my son, who looked like he had just seen a unicorn, or some other mythical being. "A good women deserves to be flirted with," I finished. "Women are like fine china," I told him. "They are delicate and need to be handled with care. You don't suck at or bite fine china."

I looked back at Courtney. "You want me to go freeze a spoon to deal with those hickies?"

She looked curious again. "You know about how to do that?"

"Sure," I said. "Like I said, I was once young too."

She shot my son a look. "Yes, please. I told him to stop, but he doesn't listen to me."

"Maybe we can fix that," I whispered in a loud aside.

I left to go to the kitchen and wasn't surprised to hear water splashing. I was surprised to hear wet footprints running after me. Bobby caught up to me as I opened the freezer door.

"I don't know what you think you're doing, but you need to stop it right now!" he hissed.

I turned to look at him. He was so agitated he'd apparently forgotten he was naked.

"I don't know what you think you were doing out in that hot tub, but you need to stop it right now," I mimicked.

Teenagers have no sense of humor.

Well some don't. I heard a giggle and looked to see Courtney standing timidly in the doorway to the patio. It turned out she'd kept her bikini bottoms on. Or maybe she'd put them back on. Who knows.

"We left our clothes in here," she gasped, and then darted for the living room.

"You, my boy are one very lucky young man," I said, watching her bouncing butt leave the room.

"Shit!" said Bobby, looking down at his own nakedness. He scampered after his girlfriend.

I stuck two serving spoons in the ice tray and, for lack of anything else to do while I waited for them to get cold, started looking for my Belgian Waffle recipe. I tried not to eavesdrop on the heated voices I heard coming from the living room. I wasn't too worried. She had stayed there, after all. I got the spoons and went to the living room, where I got my first real shock of the evening.

Courtney had put on her pants, but was still topless, standing there arguing with Bobby, who was buttoning his shirt. She was obviously quite comfortable being naked with my son. Maybe things were a lot further along than I thought. She saw me and covered her breasts again. I casually walked over and pressed one spoon to the hickey above her left hand, and the other one to the bruise on her neck.

"Hold those there for a bit," I said. She hesitated only a second or two, and then abandoned her modesty, reaching for the spoons. I was a gentleman and didn't ogle her breasts. "I'll go get some lotion to massage them with," I said.

"Okay," she said.

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I was conflicted as I got some aloe lotion and contemplated what was going on in my house. Not the kids. That part was normal as pie. But for me to resurrect Cupid ... and apply his skills to a seventeen year old cheerleader again ... that gave me some pause. I realized my cock was very firm in my pants. I didn't have an erection, exactly, but I had been interested enough to start toward one, whether I was aware of it or not. She was a cutie. There was no doubt about that. And her responses to me suggested she was more comfortable with all this than I would have imagined. I wondered if she'd have her shirt on when I got back with the lotion. Then I wondered what it would mean if she did. That, of course, led me to wonder what it would mean if she didn't put her shirt on.

I got back and she had the shirt on, but not buttoned. Apparently she hadn't worn a bra to the house, because I didn't see one anywhere. I hadn't thought of "on, but not buttoned" but decided not to go overboard.

"You do the one on the chest and I'll do the one on the neck." I suggested. She just held out her fingers for me to squirt some lotion on. "I think we got to them soon enough that they'll fade in just a day or two," I said, moving behind her to begin massaging the bruise.

"I hope so," she said. "If my mom sees these she'll kill me."

"Moms are that way," I said, just to say something.

"My mom's never had a hickey in her life," sighed Courtney. "She's way too conservative for that."

"You never know," I said, enjoying the feel of her skin under my fingertips.

"If it wasn't for me, I'd be pretty sure my mom had never even had sex," said the girl.

I laughed.

"I could do that," said Bobby, clearly unhappy that my fingers were rubbing his girlfriend's neck.

I stood back. "The concept is to freeze the hickey first, to slow the circulation into the damaged area, and then massage the gathered blood back out," I explained.

"I didn't mean to damage you," said Bobby. It was the first thing I'd heard him say all night that was on the right track. "I just got excited," he added.

"You always get excited," she said. "I like that, but then you get too excited."

"I know," he sighed. His fingers replaced mine and I went to stand in front of them.

"Her skin is one of her major organs," I said. "It is delicate. Feel how smooth it is?"

"Yeah," he sighed, with feeling. Then he ruined it by trying to get some credit. "I've noticed that before."

"So skin is something to stroke and kiss, not bite and suck," I said.

"This is so weird," said Bobby. "My dad is standing here talking about my girlfriend's skin."

"You just listen to your dad," said Courtney. Her hand was still under her shirt, moving in little circles. "He's a very smart man."

"Well it's weird," said Bobby.

Cupid stepped in again. I reached out without a thought and pulled her shirt aside, baring her breast.

"Let's see how it's looking," I said.

She moved her hand, dropping it to her side. She made no attempt to cover her breast.

"Beautiful," I said softly.

I suspect she knew I was talking about her breast, which was full and quite pale. She obviously didn't lay out in the sun and bake. The tip of that breast was equipped with a tight almost black areola, upon which rested a small equally dark nipple. That the nipple was stiff meant something to Cupid. Her increased breathing rate did too.

"Thank you," she said almost too softly to be heard.

"How's that?" asked Bobby, abandoning her neck.

Cupid raised his horny head.

"We need to increase blood flow generally in the entire area," I said.

I moved behind her and gripped her trapezius muscles on both sides.

"May I?" I asked.

"Please," she said.

I looked at my son as I started in on the muscles. "Lesson one. Always ask. It's only polite."

Courtney groaned, and dropped her chin. Her head began to loll. I told Bobby to hand me the lotion. He did and I pulled the collar of her shirt down, to expose the skin. I knew that was pulling the shirt apart, but she had already made it clear that she didn't mind if Bobby saw them. I expanded down the trapezius and she shrugged the shirt off. Cupid grinned.

"Damn, dad," complained my son.

"Men never pay enough attention to what makes a woman feel relaxed and safe and good," I said as I casually ran my fingers along her naked back, pushing muscles this way and that. She was slumped forward, now. "All most men want to do is touch erogenous zones, get her going, and then jump on for the ride.

"Damn, dad!" groaned Bobby.

"He's right," came Courtney's muffled voice.

"This is so fucked up," moaned my frustrated son.

"No it's not," I said. "Courtney, are you comfortable with what's happening?"

She raised her head and said "Yes." She sounded a little surprised.

"Part of great sex is communication," I said.

"Yes!" said Courtney.

"I communicate," complained Bobby.

"No you don't," said his girlfriend. "All you do is make out and try to get in my pants."

"Well what's to talk about?" asked Bobby, clearly confused.

"Courtney?" I prompted.

"Hmmm?" she responded.

"I need to massage the front too, but that means I'm going to touch your breasts. How do you feel about that?"

There was dead silence as both teens were left speechless. Courtney wasn't speechless for long, though.

"That would be all right ... if Bobby is here."

"What?" gasped her boyfriend.

"Well, that's how I feel!" she moaned.

"This is so fucked up," growled my son.

"What she means is that she feels safe as long as you're here, Bobby," I said. "And I'd advise you stop using macho language when you're in a tender situation. You sound coarse, and coarse isn't what Courtney wants right now."

I slid my hands to the front of her shoulders. She took a deep breath and held it, going stiff. So I worked on her collar bones for a minute, until she had to breathe. I moved out to the balls of her shoulder joint and she relaxed. I told her to lean back against me and then, without warning, I smoothed my hands across her breasts, around in a circle and up her ribs, only to drag oily hands over her nipples again. She shuddered and panted.

"Damn, dad," said Bobby weakly.

"During a massage like this," I instructed, "her breasts are simply part of her skin. All the skin needs to be touched and stimulated when you're trying to increase blood flow. A lot of guys don't understand that. Breasts don't always have to be for sex." The whole time I was running my hands in opposing circles, with my fingers spread wide, touching as much of the front of her trunk as I could. Of course that included her breasts, and of course I felt her nipples respond. I heard her respond too, making tiny noises of pleasure. Just because I was treating her breasts like skin didn't mean she didn't feel anything.

"How does that make you feel?" I asked her.

"Horny," she moaned.

"Damn! Courtney!" gasped Bobby.

"Now you try it," I said to Bobby.

There was an awkward moment when he tried to figure out how to do this segue, but I told him to get his hands lotioned up and had him start on her neck and back, just like I had. I told him to feel the muscles, and the skin, and to pay attention to how she felt under his hands. I told him this could be just as much fun for him as it was for her, if he'd just get his mind off of having sex as soon as humanly possible and play around a little.

"Being horny won't kill you," I said. "And if you can't have sex, then being horny like this will make your beat off session a lot more fun."

"This is unreal," whispered Bobby. "My father is talking to me about beating off, while I'm rubbing my girlfriend's naked body ... which he just rubbed too."

"Do you want me to be happy?" asked Courtney.

"Of course I want you to be happy!" said her boyfriend.

"Then listen to your father, because he's making more sense than any adult I ever heard before."

"Ask her how she feels?" I prompted.

He looked at me like I was stupid, but did what I told him to.

"I feel like I want you to do the front," she said, leaning back against him and thrusting her breasts out.

I grinned at my boy, who looked shocked, and then chagrined.

I had to make him touch more than her breasts, but eventually she was just as turned on with him as she had been with me.

"Now kiss her neck ... gently," I instructed.

He didn't question me this time.

"It's like you're substituting your lips for your fingers," I said. "Caress her with your lips."

I saw him "get it" and start using his lips. She shuddered again.

"Ooooo I am soooo horny," she moaned. "This is not good."

"Why?" he said, stopping what he was doing.

"Because this makes me want to be bad."

"Really?" I saw him thinking about that. He wasn't stupid, just full of hormones.

"Then that's enough for tonight," I said firmly.

"Are you crazy?" asked Bobby before he could stop himself.

"And that is what just shot you down," I sighed.

"What?" He looked confused.

His girlfriend turned to him, pulling on her shirt again. This time she buttoned it.

"What he's saying is that I was vulnerable, and you wanted to take advantage of me."

"But you said you were horny and wanted to be bad!" he moaned.

"You weren't listening," I said. "She also said that what was happening was not good."

"I'm confused," he sighed.

"How many times have I told you I don't want to have sex yet?" she asked.

"More times than I can remember," he smirked.

"And do you really think I was just messing with you?" she asked. "Do you actually think I don't mean it when I say it a hundred times?"

"I don't know," he said, hedging. "You let Brad."

"I told you that was a mistake. You might notice I'm no longer going with Brad, right? That's because Brad wouldn't listen to me either, Bobby!"

I held up my hand to stop them from starting an argument.

"It's normal for you to want to have sex. It's normal for her to want it too. But she has decided that the risks outweigh the benefits of that kind of relationship right now. So she doesn't want to give in to her base desires. And she wants her man to respect that. What Brad did was only pay attention to his balls. He didn't care about how she felt. So she dumped him. She's giving you a warning that, if you act like Brad, you're probably going to get dumped too."

Courtney looked at me. "Wow. You're really good at all this."

"But I love you," said Bobby. "You can't dump me."

"You love my pu-" She blushed and covered her mouth. "You're in lust with me, Bobby, not love."

"That's not true. I care how you feel."

"Then stop pushing me to have sex!" she yelled.

"There you go," I said. "Communication has begun."

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To be honest, I thought that was an aberration, a bump in the normal road my son and I were traveling on. I was pretty sure that I would never touch Courtney again - anywhere. In fact, I hoped I hadn't screwed up my son's romance, and that she wasn't afraid to come over any more.

Perish the thought.

Two nights later, which was Friday, the doorbell rang. It was Courtney. I was surprised. Bobby was at track practice. He ran cross country in the off season, so that his wind was good for football.

"He's not here," I said.

"I know," she said. "I'm just going to wait for him, if that's okay."

"Sure," I said. "Want something to eat?"

"No, you go ahead. He's taking me to the Burger Shack tonight."

"Ahhh," I said. "Well, make yourself comfortable."

She did, sitting at the kitchen table while I made tuna and noodles.

"You're really different," she said.

"We're all unique," I said.

"No I mean it. You're the first man I've felt like I could talk to in ... forever." She thought about that for a few seconds, and then remembered Mr. Simpson, her Math teacher. "But he's married. He's cute and all, but it would be weird talking to him about ... things."

"Things?"

"Sex," she said softly.

"I see."

"You understand how I feel," she said.

"Most women feel the way you do," I replied.

"You couldn't tell it from the way guys act."

I put the noodles in the microwave, turned it on, and sat down opposite her.

"What do you want?" I asked. I had learned a long time back that being direct was often a good idea. But she wasn't used to that yet.

"I don't know," she said.

"Yes you do." I stared at her. "What do you want from me?"

She swallowed.

"I'm confused about that."

"Does all this have to do with what happened the other night?"

She nodded. "But it started before that. I've been ... um ... interested in you ... ever since I met you. That's what I don't understand."

"You've never been interested in an older man before?" I asked.

"Mr. Simpson," she admitted. "But I already mentioned that."

"I wouldn't worry about it," I said. "Girls are allowed to be interested in any man. That doesn't mean anything will happen. The other night was a little odd, but it doesn't mean anything else has to happen."

"What if I want something else to happen?" she asked. She looked nervous now.

"That would be cheating on Bobby," I said.

"Not if he was there," she countered.

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"So let me get this straight," said my son, looking across the kitchen table the next morning. "My girlfriend came over here and told you she wants to do ... stuff ... with you ... while I watch."

"How did you find out about this?" I asked.

"My girlfriend told me!" he barked.

I had always made it a policy to be honest with my son.

"Basically, that's the way I remember it," I said. "But when you came home, you and Courtney went up to your room right away. Then you went out on your date. Since I didn't hear you come in, I assume I was already asleep. Ergo, I didn't exactly have a chance to speak with you about it." He looked upset. "Did she tell you what she wants to ... um ... do?"

"No." I thought it was going to be a one word answer, but he went on. "She said she doesn't know yet what she wants to do. She just knows that she trusts you and that, for the first time in her life, she can try some things without having to worry about being able to control the environment."

"She said that?" I was amazed that Cupid's power was still so strong.

"She said that, and then said that it wouldn't be cheating if I told her it was okay, and was there."

"Hmmmm," I said slowly. "This is good."

His jaw dropped open. "How can you possibly say this is good? My girlfriend suddenly got kinky and wants to mess around with my fricking father!"

"I'll tell you how this is good," I responded. "This is good because she's thinking about doing all these things, whatever they are, with you. But she can't trust you to control yourself and she's hoping that you can learn how to do that so she can move up a few steps with you."

He stared at me. "Dad, you always told me to keep away from drugs. And I did. I'm very disappointed in you, Dad."

So I told him about college, and about Cupid. Young men don't have a tendency to think about the sexual prowess of their fathers. It's just not a topic for reflection. You know what I mean. Most people don't ever want to think about how good their parents were at things sexual. But in this case, I provided him with two things that are precious to teenagers: information, and hope.

The information itself was good, because it helped him understand why his girlfriend was acting all squirrelly. And the hope was because I explained that, if he learned how to listen, and control his urges, he could have a whole lot more sex than had been available to him before this.

The end result was that my son agreed to let me fool around with his girlfriend.




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Chapter 2


Courtney, for having that shy streak, apparently trusted her own instincts, because the next time she came over, when he said "Hi" it was with a kiss on the lips. And it was more than a quick, friendly kiss too.

"Bobby's not here," I said, partly teasing and partly not.

"He doesn't have to be here for that kind of thing," she said. "But If I'm going to let you do things, I need to feel comfortable."

"Have you figured out what these mysterious things you'd like to do are yet?" I asked.

"Some of them," she said.

"You going to tell me what they are?"

"Not yet," she said. "I'm not that comfortable yet."

"Maybe I should kiss you again, then," I said.

I gave her a full monte kiss, rubbing my loins against hers and stroking her back while we exchanged bodily fluids, and she was panting when it was over.

"I hope you understand that, as a man, I'm going to respond to you as a woman," I said, my lips brushing hers.

"Uh huh," she panted.

"And you need to understand that part of this process is being honest with each other."

"Okay," she said, with her eyes closed.

"I'll try not to be crude about it," I promised.

"That's nice," she sighed.

"But right now, just from kissing you, I'd love to have you in bed naked," I said.

Her eyes popped open and she took in a deep breath, holding it.

"I understand if you're a little reluctant to do that at this point," I assured her. "I just wanted you to know how you affect me."

"Wow," she said, letting her breath out.

I gave her a quick peck on the lips, and pushed her away from me.

"Bobby should be home any time now. If you don't want me to start copping feels, then you should probably wait for him in his room."

She giggled, but then skittered away and ran up the stairs to his room. I went to my den and booted up the computer to check mail and see if I could find a masturbation aid. That was pretty routine for me. While I hadn't had women in my life since my wife died, my sex drive was still healthy. Masturbation was the quick and easy way of dealing with the occasional urge. And Courtney had created an occasional urge.

I was still looking when my peripheral vision caught movement in the doorway to the den. I looked to see Courtney there. She looked a little nervous.

"It's boring up there alone," she said.

Apparently the specter of me copping feels wasn't so terrifying after all.

"Well, it won't be boring here," I said. "I was just getting ready to deal with the feelings you created in me."

"Me?"

I looked at her. "Don't be coy, Courtney. You know you're beautiful. You know men lust after you. And you know you got me going. I even told you you got me going."

To her credit she didn't try to BS me. "So you were going to ... um ... jerk off?"

"Yes," I said simply. "Do you want to watch?"

She blinked three or four times. I could almost hear the gears turning in her head.

"How long will it take?" she asked.

I got it then. She was worried that Bobby would come home and find her watching his father flogging his log. That probably broke some agreement they had made.

"That depends on how excited I get. If I could see you ... or at least some of you naked, it probably wouldn't take long at all.

She captured her lower lip between pearly white teeth.

"Hold that thought," she said. She whipped out her cell phone and punched some buttons. She listened and then said "Where are you? Aren't you guys done yet?" She listened some more. "No, it's okay. Go ahead and take a shower. I'm just bored, but I can deal with it. I'd rather you were nice and clean when you get home so I can attack you. I'll meet you there. Okay. Bye."

She closed the phone and looked at me with an intense gaze.

"We have time."

My mind banged on that "we" she used. I was already hard. Just contemplating letting this girly girl see my prick, and thinking about her watching me jerk off had me ready to go. I stood and, rather than do this with my pants around my knees, I stripped. I knew my body was slowly going to seed. It happens to most men as they age. Some of my muscle had started to sag and soften. I still played tennis and golf, and took the dog for long walks, but that wasn't enough to keep muscles I'd worked hard to build up in good tone.

Her inspection was thorough and unashamed. No vestige of her shyness remained. She licked her lips.

"I feel like I have to pee," she said suddenly.

"You know where the bathroom is," I said, trying to sound normal. That's hard for an older man to do in the presence of a gorgeous teenager.

"I don't actually have to pee," she said. "But there's this kinda sorta pain ... down there."

"Does seeing me like this make you want to masturbate too?" I asked.

Her face darkened.

"Yes," she said. "But I can't. Not now. Not in front of you."

"That's no problem," I said. "I would like to see your breasts, though."

That she was comfortable with, perhaps because I'd not only seen them before, but touched them as well. She took off her blouse and removed her bra.

I started stroking immediately. As I did so I talked to her.

"When a man does this, he imagines himself being with a particular woman. In this case, I'm thinking about you. I imagine my penis is sliding inside you ... and that you like it. I suck your nipples first, and get you really excited, and then that's when I put it in you. I imagine you moaning. They're good moans, because you like having me inside you."

She made a noise in her throat and her hands moved to her belly and then dropped again.

"If you want to loosen your pants and take care of things, you don't have to take them off," I said.

"What?" She was confused until she realized I wasn't fantasizing any more.

"You probably should, or else when Bobby gets home, you're going to be horny out of your mind, and you'll want to let him do too much." I started stroking again. "But it's up to you."

I detailed again which of her nipples I would suck first, and how I'd kiss the insides of her breasts, and her belly. I told her how I'd find her clit, and tease it, first with my finger and then with the tip of my cock, before spreading her open and filling her with prick.

She finally couldn't take it any longer and undid her pants. She shoved one hand into them and squatted to give the hand room inside her jeans. She groaned, and I imagined one of her fingers inside her.

"There are ways to fuck a woman," I went on, "where you go in deep and stay there. You don't go in and out. Instead you go in a circle, so your pubic bone massages hers. She can have four or five orgasms in a row that way, and I can last a long time without shooting. I'd do that to you ... give you three or four orgasms in a row.

"Ohhhhhh," she whined. Her eyes were glued to my hand.

"And then I'd ask you if I could cum inside you. Did I forget to mention I'm not wearing a condom? When I make love to you I won't want to wear anything that would separate us. I'll want to feel you ... feel your pussy milking me, trying to get my gift. I'll want to fertilize you." I sped up. "Like this."

I let go with three strings of cum, arched upward so they would get a little air time, and she could see them. I didn't worry about the floor. I could clean it later.

"I'd do this inside you," I panted.

That did it for her ... or maybe to her. She wobbled and whined, and then sank to her knees, falling forward and catching herself with one hand as the one in her pants worked feverishly. Then she groaned and suddenly looked up at me, her eyes going to my hand, which was still milking my prick slowly. Her head fell, as if she were exhausted, but she only stayed in that position for maybe ten seconds. Then she stood, removed her hand from her pants and buttoned them up. She picked up her blouse, but instead of putting it on, she came towards me.

"I've never let a boy suck them," she whispered, moving until her right nipple was right in front of my face.

I leaned forward and captured the nipple gently, giving it a loving little suckle. I didn't touch her with any other part of my body. I switched as she sighed deeply, and made sure that both nipples were well stimulated. Then I sat back.

"That was hot," I said.

"That was fucking fantastic," she responded, her eyes glittering.

"We should probably get dressed now," I said.

She stared at me for a few seconds longer, and then nodded. "Yes, but we're going to do that again."

I smiled, picking up my pants and stepping into them.

"You're calling the shots," I said.

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I gave them thirty minutes after Bobby got home, and then sneaked up to see what was going on. One wall of Bobby's room was next to the upstairs deck, and there were two windows in that wall. It wasn't full dark yet, but the streetlights were on. The curtains weren't pulled closed, so I peeked in a window and saw Courtney lying back on a stack of pillows, her shirt open. Her jeans were still firmly on, but Bobby was sucking titty like there was no tomorrow. I saw her hand come to his head and move him from one nipple to the other. Then she pulled his face up for kisses and they made out for a while. They broke apart and I could see they were talking, though I couldn't understand the words. It became clear, though, when he got off the bed and undid his pants, pushing them to his knees. His youthful prick was strong and straight and, of course, hard as a rock. He stared stroking, pointing it at her.

I imagined the conversation that had gone on in that room.

Her: "I'm going to let you do something new, but you have to do it the way I say to."

Him: "Okay!" Guys will agree to anything.

Her: "It's going to get you excited, but you can't try to get in my pants."

Him: "What am I going to do?"

Her: "You can beat off. I'll watch you."

Him: "Fuck! Okay! Yeah, baby! What do you want me to do?"

Of course it might not have been like that at all, but it's what ran through my mind as I watched her watching him. She pinched her nipples and spoke. I would have given a lot to hear what she said, because he speeded up and started squirting all over the place. In all, I think he might have lasted for a grand total of forty-five seconds before he blew his nut.

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When they came downstairs, Bobby said "Hey, we're going to go get ice cream."

I said, "Good. You should always do something together after you engage in sexual behavior."

They both skidded to a stop.

"It makes sure that your relationship is built on more than just sex," I said. "Sex is fun, but you can't do it all the time. For a good relationship, there have to be other things to do too." I was surprised that it was Courtney who spoke first.

"Have you been spying on us?"

I grinned. "How many times do I have to remind you I was once your age. I had girlfriends. I know what I did with them when I got them alone in my room."

Kids are so gullible. They both bought it.

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Bobby drew the line in some circumstances. Like when we were sitting together at the kitchen table one night, having a snack, and she suggested that if I taught her how to masturbate me, she could then transfer that learnig to masturbating Bobby. The first thing I thought of was that, if she wanted to learn how to jerk him off, she could learn on him, instead of me. Bobby wasn't quite up to speed yet, though. All he could think about was their agreement that he should be there when I was teaching something, and all he could see in his mind's eye was me, naked and her doing things with me that he didn't want to see.

"I don't have to be there for that," he said, closing his eyes.

"Okay," said Courtney, entirely too quickly. Bobby didn't catch that either.

Which is why the next time she came over "to meet Bobby," it was two hours early, so she had "ample time to master the art," as she put it.

Within about fifteen minutes I was lying on my bed, naked, and Courtney was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, staring at what she intended to put her hands on.

"Yours looks different than Bobby's, she said.

"Each one is unique," I said.

"How can a girl stand to put that in her mouth?" she asked, and shuddered once.

"That's a different lesson," I said. "Let's not rush things. I thought you were going to learn how to handle a boy."

She didn't get the double meaning, probably because she was working up her courage to reach for Mr. Happy. To defuse the nervousness, I introduced him.

"Mister Happy, this is Courtney. She's a babe, and she'd like to make you feel good. I expect you to cooperate with her. Courtney? This is Mister Happy. He's called that because he's very very happy to meet you. He gets a little nervous around pretty girls, though, and sometimes he spits up."

I might have well as said "Ugh. You touch dick now!" She neither smiled nor spoke. Instead, she reached and grasped Mr. Happy's body and gave it a tentative squeeze.

"It's hot!" she said softly.

"Body temperature," I said, giving up on the humor angle.

"It feels so soft ... except its hard!"

"The stiffness is on the inside," I said. "The skin on the outside is just normal skin."

Her hand moved and my foreskin slipped off the glans, revealing the shiny purple head.

"That's not normal skin," she said. She moved it up and down curiously.

"You already have the idea," I said, reveling in the feel of a female's hand on my cock for the first time in almost two decades.

"This is so cool!" she sighed. Then she frowned. "But it's no wonder it hurt so much when Brad..." She stopped.

"You weren't ready," I said. "Brad went too fast and you weren't ready for it when it happened. If you're ready, it's not painful at all."

"He did go too fast. I kept telling him no, but he kept pushing and suddenly it hurt really bad. I screamed. It must have scared him because he yelled and got off of me.

"I'm sorry it was that way for you the first time," I said.

"It's not your fault," she said.

"No, but that's a memory that will always be there, and it should have been a good one."

"I guess," she said.

"When I make love to you, you'll be ready. I promise you when you feel me in you, you'll be happy about it," I said.

She stopped stroking. "I never said I'd do that with you."

"I know," I said. "But when the time comes, you will. I won't do it without your permission, but when I ask if I can, you'll say yes."

"You sound awfully sure of yourself," she said, sounding slightly miffed.

"I understand women."

"Do you really want to ... make love to me?" she asked.

"That's a difficult question to answer," I said. "On the face of it, biologically, I'm ecstatic about the idea of having sex with you. That's just my male body reacting to your female one. But that's just one level. I also like you. I think you're beautiful, and brave and intelligent. Those are attributes of a sexy woman. So on that level there is intense sexual interest. But part of liking you is respecting you too. And that means if you're not interested in me then I should back off. I want you to feel comfortable in my home, and being around me. So if I thought it was going to cause a problem, I'd have to tell myself you're off limits. Then there's the fact that your boyfriend is my son. So it's completely inappropriate for me to want to do things with you on that account. And I'm not even mentioning the fact that you're too young, by society's standards. Does that make sense?"

What I didn't know was she wasn't a philosopher about it. What she was having trouble with was that an adult - an adult she was interested in - could be interested in her too. Like a lot of young women, while she wanted to be sexy, she wasn't at all sure she made the cut. Boys her age didn't count. They were always horny. So her response tried to confirm what she thought I'd said.

"I get all that, but I'm not sure it answers my question. Let's just say I wanted it. Would you want it too?"

I shrugged. "All other issues aside ... I'd want to try to knock you up with twins."

"Wow," she said softly.

"How does that make you feel?" I asked.

"Horny," she said.

"I'd be happy to masturbate you while you learn to masturbate me," I offered.

She jerked, and realized she was still gripping Mr. Happy. I think when she started stroking him again it was instinct.

"Would I have to get naked?" she asked.

"Only if you were comfortable doing that," I said.

"You're kidding," she said. "Me, comfortable being naked with you ... while you're naked too? What planet were you born on?"

I laughed. "You're thinking in terms of regular men. I'm not a regular guy when it comes to this kind of thing. You're completely safe with me. I won't ever do anything until you tell me to. While I'd love nothing more than climb on top of you and fuck your brains out, I won't do that until you actually tell me that's what you want."

"Do we have time?" she asked, her breath coming faster now.

"Yes, but I don't think it's a good idea for you to try to learn this while I'm distracting you. Why don't you practice first, and then I'll take the edge off for you."

She blinked and swallowed. "Okay."

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It was almost anticlimactic. First off, she understood the theory of things quite well and quickly to boot. She loved the feel of the skin on my shaft sliding along that hard interior, and once she figured out the right pace, she also figured out that slowing or speeding gave her control over my response. She stroked me for about fifteen minutes, and I honestly think the only reason she finished me off was because she was getting tired.

When the moment came, she delighted in watching my fountain spurt up into the air. I reached and moved her hand so it didn't get all over her, and then tutored her on how to slow down and milk the teat, so to speak. She was flushed and breathing hard, grinning with joy.

Before I reached for her I put my face right in front of hers and said "I won't be able to get hard again for at least twenty minutes. Let me make you feel good now."

"Okay!" she gasped, her eyes darting.

She didn't exactly help me strip her, but she didn't inhibit the process either. When she lifted her hips to let me slide her jeans and panties off, I knew it was going to be all right.

Not to bore you, I went to work on her nipples with my mouth, and her clit with three stiffened fingers made into a paddle that I whipped back and forth. She was writhing within two minutes. Then, when I sensed she was getting close, I kissed her and, taking a chance that she used tampons, slid my fat middle finger into her, hooking it and pulling to crush her clitty while I vibrated that hand.

She went off like a bomb, squealing and crying and laughing, all at the same time. Her hands came to capture my head and she wanted more kisses. I gave them to her and let her calm down, before showing her I was rock hard again.

"I guess you affect me more than usual," I said. "It hasn't been fifteen minutes yet."

"You're kidding," she moaned. "It feels like you've been mauling me for hours."

"I didn't maul you," I complained.

"I know," she said, actually smiling. "But after that ... I can't wait until you do."

"We need to get dressed," I said.

"Yes," she agreed.

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After I got dressed, I left her to finish her own redressing alone, and went to the kitchen. She came in ten minutes later, having taken time to work on her hair, which she had thrown around quite a bit while I was fingerfucking her. I was making cookies and she came to scoop a dollop of dough onto her finger and eat it.

"Thank you," she said.

"I'm still hard," I said. "That's what you do to me."

"We don't have time before Bobby gets here," she said.

"I know that. I just want you to know how you affect men."

"It's so hard to believe. I mean you're handsome ... grown up..."

"Old?" I grinned.

"I used to think of you as old," she admitted. "Now, not so much. I mean I know you're older, but it's different somehow."

Bobby crashed into the house. When he found us in the kitchen, standing close together, he frowned.

"Did you... ?" I could tell he didn't really want to know.

Courtney played him like a fiddle.

"I'm so glad you're home. I've been waiting for you. I can't wait to show you what I learned. Come on. You'll have to eat later. We have to go upstairs right now!"

I peeked again, of course. She stayed clothed again, but they made out for ten minutes before she attacked his pants, baring his stiff adolescent prick. She said something to him and leaned down to give the tip a kiss - her own idea - before she started working on him. I could see her talking to him, probably asking for input on her performance, because she brought him off in less than five minutes. Apparently she had been paying attention to my actions when she did me, because it looked like she aimed him off to one side when he went off.

Then she lay down next to him for more kisses, but the foolish boy was all tired, with a stupid grin on his face, and didn't pay homage to her. I was going to have to speak to him about that.

As soon as I figured out a way for me to know about his failure.

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It was probably two weeks before she wanted to learn something else. I think being naked with me, and the orgasm she had with my finger in her scared her a little bit. She already knew that she could get herself into situations where she wanted more than was good for her, and she was smart enough to try to control that, my "trustworthiness" notwithstanding.

All of you reading this, of course, probably think that my "trustworthiness" was a sham, and that the only reason I restrained my urges was to get her to accept what I wanted. But isn't that what "seduction" is all about? Each person tries this or that technique to attract the opposite member, in hopes of arriving at the mating stage. My shtick, if you want to call it that, was honesty. I simply told a woman what I hoped we'd eventually do, sometimes phrasing it as what we would do, as if it were a foregone conclusion. If she was attracted to me, that sometimes worked. If she wasn't, it didn't.

And I can hear some of you saying "That's all well and good, but this was a callow young woman, who was susceptible to brainwashing, and to top it off she was your son's girlfriend! How crass!"

Give me a break. Teenagers go through a platoon of boy and girlfriends. Nobody thinks that two kids who are going together when they're fifteen will still be going together when they're seventeen or eighteen. Well the kids do, but we all know the odds are against them. That's what dating in high school is all about - getting the experience to begin to understand what you really want from a relationship, and your potential mate.

All I was doing was giving her some of that experience, and with a lot less pain than she would have gone through had she done it on her own. Besides, nobody was talking about marriage here. We were both just having a little fun while she learned how to make her boyfriend beg. It would all be good for her in the future. At least I hoped so. By that I mean that really was my intent.

OK, it was part of my intent. Cupid was a complicated fellow. And he'd been submerged for a long, long time. I admit I was a little crazy at first.

Anyway, as I said, for about two weeks, when she came over, she hugged me (full body hug) and kissed me (interesting, and on the lips, but not make-out grade) and then treated me like her boyfriend's father for the rest of the evening. I peeked occasionally. What she was doing seemed to be quite satisfying to Bobby, so he left off pushing her to do more. I saw her rubbing between her legs several times, and she often let him suck her nipples, but she never got completely naked with him. Like I said, she was a smart girl.

Then one day she arrived an hour early again, and the hello kiss she gave me was a scorcher. She also ground her pussy against my dick.

"What's that all about?" I asked.

"It's about time for my period and I always get extra horny then," she said.

"Well each period is a celebration," I said.

She looked startled.

"Why? I hate them."

"Each one means you're not with child," I reminded her.

"Oh." She squinted her eyes at me. "I thought you wanted to make twins in me."

"I do, but that doesn't mean it's a wonderful idea," I said. "Me making twins in you would severely limit your options, and would not be fair to you at all."

"What about you?" she asked. "If you got me pregnant, it would affect you too."

"It would indeed," I said. "I would be likely to want to marry you."

"Marry me?" She laughed. "That's the silliest thing I ever heard."

"Indeed," I said. "Hence my intention not to actually get you pregnant when I break down your defenses and we make love."

"You really think you're going to get in my panties, don't you," she mused.

"I already have gotten in your panties," I said. "Except you weren't wearing any at the time."

"That's different," she said.

"Agreed, but exciting, nonetheless. Maybe too exciting?"

She looked away but then back. "It made me want to let you make twins in me."

"Good!" I said. "I want you to be aware of that kind of passion, because it can lead to your undoing."

"You talk funny," she said.

"Then let's do more than talk." I leered, and then let my face go normal. "You're here early. I sense you want something."

"I get frustrated," she said. "I do all these things for Bobby, and he loves them, and that's all great, except I get left high and dry, and I can't let him do stuff to me because he'll go crazy and try to have sex with me."

"So you want me to stand there and ride herd on him while he pleases you?"

"No!" she said, looking disgusted. "I want you to make me feel good ... like you did last time."

"But wouldn't that be cheating?" I asked.

"No," she said, quite seriously. "I'm not going to let you fuck me. I just want you to rub me ... you know ... with your finger ... like last time."

Ten minutes later we'd been making out for eight minutes and we were both naked. She loved rubbing up against me, and of course I loved it too. I hooked a finger in her and searched for her G-spot while she whined and writhed. She popped a good one and I stopped, to let her catch her breath. I didn't take my finger out, though, and continued to lick and suck her nipples gently.

"That is so cool," she sighed.

"I want to show you something new," I said.

"You can't put it in me," she moaned. "I know you want to, and I want to too, but you can't."

"I'm not going to put it in you," I said.

I didn't give her time to worry about it. I just eased my finger out of her and scooted down to put a lip lock on her pussy. She wailed, first because she didn't want me to put my mouth there. I heard the word "nasty", but by then I had my tongue in her and my lips found her clitty and sucked. After that it was all downhill to another orgasm that made her scream. She had the common sense to grab a pillow and scream into that. Well, with one hand, anyway. One of her hands was shoved into my hair, pulling my face against her the whole time, while her hips bucked and bounced.

I kissed my way up over her pubes and onto her belly. She covered her breasts.

"No more," she panted.

I put my face right over hers. Her eyes looked wild.

"You want me to fuck you right now ... don't you?" I asked softly.

She bit her bottom lip, and looked terrified.

"I'm not going to," I said. "But you want it ... don't you."

All I wanted was for her to admit it. I didn't mean to make her cry. But cry she did, just leaking tears at first and then sobbing. I think a lot of it was the let down from the fear that I was going to do it, and her sudden knowledge that if I tried ... she'd let me. And then when it didn't happen, she felt this great relief. She finally settled down, her face pressed tightly against my chest.

"Hey, it's okay," I said.

"I know," she moaned. Then she pulled her face back. "You are going to fuck me some day!"

"Only when you're ready," I said. "It's no big deal."

"It is a big deal," she insisted. "It's not like I'm saving my virginity for one particular guy or anything, but I always wanted to give it to somebody special. I never knew any boys ... men ... who were special like that. But you make me crazy. This is just weird!"

"I told you. It's not going to happen until you say so," I said, stroking her hair.

"I want you to do it right now, this very second!" she bawled.

"No you don't," I said. "That's just hormones talking. I got you going. Your body is demanding something, but you can rise above that."

"Thanks to you," she said, sniffling.

"It's all of my nefarious plan to seduce you," I said.

"Well it's working!" she barked.

"Of course it is. I'm good."

"But you're nice too. I should do something special for you."

"Like what?" I asked.

She looked away, suddenly nervous.

"Melanie ... one of my friends ... She talks about blow jobs all the time. She says guys love them."

"She's right," I said. I was already hard, and the thought of her mouth on Mr. Happy made him leak a little.

"It seems so yucky!" Her smooth face twisted into a wrinkled mask. I was astonished it could even make wrinkles.

"Is sucking on a Popsicle yucky?" I asked.

Now she looked at me. "No, but that's way different."

"The only real difference is that it's warm instead of cold," I said. "And it's not sweet," I added. "Some women like the taste and some don't. It's like anything else."

"But it's ... dirty ... I mean ... guys pee out of it."

"Well, I could say that girls pee out of where I just had a snack, except you tasted wonderful, so I can't use that as an example."

"Really?"

"Sweetheart, I'd suck your pussy every day if I could," I said. "You're yummy." I held up a finger to stop her from talking. "Look, if it weirds you out, just get a washcloth and clean it off first. It's no big deal."

She looked at Mr. Happy.

"What about that stuff?" she asked, pointing at a drool of white, the result of our discussion about her possibly sucking the thing that was leaking.

I wiped my finger through it and licked one side of my fingertip.

"Tastes a little salty and slightly bitter. See what you think."

"Ewwww," she wrinkled her face again.

"It didn't kill me," I pointed out.

She looked at the un-licked side of my finger. There was hardly anything on it. She licked her lips and looked in my eyes.

"Do you like green olives?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Then this probably won't make you want to hurl."

She took my hand and inspected the finger. Suddenly, quite quickly, she licked and then flung my hand away. Her face took on the kind of look that alum will cause. Then her facial muscles relaxed.

"I don't taste anything at all," she said, licking her lips.

"You didn't get much," I said. I reached for my cock and milked another drop out of it, catching it on one finger. I transferred it to her index finger and leaned back to watch. She sniffed and then did that sudden licking motion that convinced me she was just getting it over with. Her face didn't prune up so much this time.

"That's not so bad," she said, sounding surprised. "You're right. It's kind of bitter, but not bad, and the salt part actually tastes good."

"If you get a mouthful I'm sure it tastes slightly different," I said.

"Melanie says you have to swallow, or the guy will think you're a bitch."

"Melanie is hanging around with the wrong guys," I said.

"We'd better hurry," she said. "Bobby will be here in less than an hour."

"You sure you want to try this?" I asked.

She licked her lips. Then she nodded. "Do you?"

I grinned.

"Oh yeah," I said.

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Courtney turned out to be one of those girls whose mouth is an erogenous zone. I hadn't noticed, just kissing, though I did notice she loved to French. But once she got a dick in her mouth, almost startling changes came over her. The very first one was just after she worked up the courage to do more than kiss the tip. Once she got the head in her mouth, with her lips sealed around the crown, she sucked experimentally and then her tongue slithered all around. She pulled off, looking astonished.

"This is fun!" she gasped.

"For both of us," I said happily.

After that I didn't have to teach her anything, except that, as good as her mouth felt, for me to shoot I was going to need some stroking to go with it.

"I'm not doing it right?" She sounded upset.

"Some guys can get off just from being sucked. I've always needed more," I explained. "You need to be able to do both, just in case."

So she did that, until I was moaning and groaning and warning her I was about to shoot. Then I was there and the first shot went off in her mouth. She pulled off quickly and put her thumb over the eye of my one-eyed dragon while she tasted and then swallowed. My cum spurted out sideways for two shots and then her mouth dove onto it again and she sucked me so dry my balls ached.

She'd gotten going again, so I fingerfucked her through another bone wrencher, punishing her clit with the base of my finger. Then, right while she was in the middle of that one, I extended it by telling her my prick was going to feel even better, and that it would squirt all that yummy stuff in her womb, where it would try to make twins swell her belly.

One thing about that girl. She purely loved the fantasy of getting pregnant. Just the fantasy, mind you ... but she loved that part a lot.

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I got a phone call, which prevented me from peeking at the kids after Bobby got home. It didn't matter. After their date, when he came in the house, he came to plop down across the living room from me.

"You've been doing more stuff with Courtney, haven't you," he said.

"Do you want me to tell you what you want to hear, or the truth?" I asked him.

"I don't know," he sighed.

"Are you two getting along okay?" I asked.

"Better than ever," he said.

"I mean besides the sex," I said.

"That's the whole point," he said. "It's like I don't get so antsy any more, because I know she's going to take care of me. And I know she likes doing it. So I don't spend so much time thinking about that, and we do more of other stuff."

"That's good," I said. "You can't base a relationship on sex alone."

"I know that," he said, sounding upset. "It's just that I know she's practicing on you. And she won't let me do anything for her."

"Do you want to do something for her?" I asked.

"Hell yes!" he barked. "She makes me feel fantastic. I'd like to make her feel that way too."

"Has she told you why she won't let you?"

"Yeah," he sighed. "She's afraid I'll get too pushy."

"How do you feel about that?" I asked.

"It's different now," he said. "I mean I remember what I used to feel like. She drove me crazy. But now ... I mean she lets me do some stuff, and then she does stuff to me, and it's great and I'm so happy ... but..."

"You feel like she's not getting her share," I suggested.

"Yeah!"

"Well how about that," I said softly. "The boy is growing up."

"What?"

"Nothing. There's a solution to your problem, but I'm not sure you'll go for it," I said.

"What solution?"

"She might let you do some very nice things for her if I'm there to coach you," I said.

He was silent for a while. Then he spoke.

"You're right. The idea of you standing there giving me pointers isn't ringing my bell."

"You want to make her happy, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then. Nobody will ever know but us three. And based on the relationship we already have, I don't think Courtney is going to mind a whole lot."

"That's because she likes you," he said.

"That's because she likes you," I said. "And because of me, she's getting to do a whole lot more with you than before. It's the enabler in me she likes, not me, myself."

"She says you're the coolest old guy she knows," said my son.

"Gee, thanks a lot."

"She says that if I ever piss her off, she's going to start going with you, just to pay me back," he said.

"Oh really," I said.

"How do you think that makes me feel?" he moaned.

"I would hope it makes you feel like you don't want to piss her off."

He finally smiled and got up to go to his room. He turned around at the doorway.

"I'll talk to her about it," he said. "You know ... try some of that communication you're always talking about." 



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Chapter 3

Four days later Courtney came to the house early. Her kiss suggested she had things on her mind.

"Bobby says he talked to you about me," she said.

I nodded.

"Will you really be there ... in the room ... with us?"

"If you want me to," I said.

"I feel like a slut," she moaned. "I want two guys to do things to me at the same time."

"You're not a slut, Courtney," I said. "You're a young woman, exploring her sexuality. It can be a wild ride. It doesn't mean there's anything wrong with you."

"I keep having dreams about you ... doing it to me," she whispered.

"Fucking you?"

She nodded. "Except all I know in the dream is that we're doing it, but I can't actually tell what it's like. I wake up and have to rub."

"I'm sorry," I said. She looked surprised.

"I thought you wanted to!"

"I do, but I don't want to make you obsess about it."

"Will you promise not to fuck me when you and Bobby get me going?"

"Of course," I said.

"And will you stop Bobby too?"

"Of course."

"What if I get too excited and tell you it's okay?"

"I'll know when you really mean it," I said.

She relaxed. "You know ... I have some very strong feelings for you."

I smiled. "That's because we're going to be best buddies for our whole lives."

She smiled back. "Really?"

I shrugged. "I hope so."

"Isn't that called ... fuck buddies?" she asked.

"You've heard of that term?"

"Of course," she said. "I'm not deaf. Wouldn't that be complicated?"

"It might be a little bit," I admitted. "But I think it would be worth it."

Her hands came to cup her breasts.

"Me too," she said. She squeezed her hands. "When Bobby gets home, I want you to teach him to eat my pussy."

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Bobby was reluctant until Courtney stripped. Then he babbled a little bit while she attacked his clothing. His youthful prick arched out from his body when she got to it and my own cock leapt in my pants when she sucked his knob for a few seconds. I stayed dressed.

"I'll finish you off after you've learned how to please me," she said, as she lay down on his bed and spread her legs. She drew her knees up. I don't know if she'd seen some woman do that in a porn video or what, but she did it like a pro. Bobby's mouth hung open and his prick bobbed up and down as he clenched internal muscles.

I didn't ask him if I could. Instead, I just started lecturing as dispassionately as I could, pointing out her clitoris, and her inner and outer labia. Then I demonstrated how to circle her clit with the tip of the tongue, and the flick it back and forth, or up and down. I showed him the difference between using the flat of his tongue and the stiffened tip to split the labia and cover her entire pudenda or tickle specific parts. She threw in the odd comment about how much she liked this or that, and Bobby just stood there, his jaw hanging. He didn't drool, but I don't know how he kept from it.

Then I stood back and said "Now you try it."

It took him an hour to give her her first orgasm. I don't think either one of them noticed how much time had passed, though. At one point I had to have some relief and I released my cock from my pants and stroked it. Her head rolled and she saw what I was doing and she mouthed the word "No!" and then another word: "Later!" I assumed she meant she'd jerk me off, or maybe give me a blow job, and suddenly the need for relief eased.

She told him how happy she was, and how good he was making her feel. She made it quite clear that he still couldn't fuck her, but that she couldn't wait to feel him in her mouth. She talked about how good he tasted and how strong his spurts were. All this drove him to burrow deeper into her sex. I leaned over and told him to use his nose on her clit while his lips were sucking her labia, and he caught on to that right away. He figured out all by himself that he could twist his face back and forth in her mushy slit and it would thrash her clit.

Once she had the first orgasm, the next one was only five minutes away. Basically, in an hour and ten minutes, my son became an accomplished and skillful pussy eater, and his girlfriend climbed another step on the sexual staircase with him.

Then she stopped him and had him lie down while she swooped down on his cock with her mouth. Apparently she had been talking to Melanie, or someone else who sucked cock, because somebody had taught her how to deep throat. She gagged twice, and coughed several times, but she clearly had the idea, and was trying to perfect it. Bobby started bucking - he didn't need to be stroked to cum - and she stayed on him until he went limp.

She lay with him quietly for a few minutes and then said she needed to go to the bathroom. He kept his eyes closed. She got up and took my hand and took me to my bedroom.

"I'm so horny I feel like screaming," she whispered softly. "I think I want you to fuck me now."

"How about I get you off a few times, and then you can think about it a while."

"I don't care," she said. "Just do something, please!"

I taught her how to sixty-nine, with her on the bottom, and I was forceful in fucking her mouth. Her hands came to my hips, tense and digging in, and I let them guide me to a place where she didn't feel scared any more. After that she was okay and I used her willingness to deep throat to go all the way in and out. I did that for maybe five minutes and then turned around.

"That's what it feels like when a man has control over you," I said. "It can be really scary."

She nodded, her eyes wide. She was panting. I rose to my knees and reached for my cock. I used it to split her pussy lips and rub her clit. Her eyes got even wider.

"I'm not going to put it in," I said. "I'm going to rub your clitty, and I might stretch you a little bit, but that's all."

She nodded again and her hips moved. She really was almost ready.

I pushed gently and then pulled back to rub her clit. I was jacking slowly, and could feel myself leaking into her pussy mouth. I pushed enough for the head to pop in and she sucked in air with a grimace. I pulled out immediately.

"That was just the tip," I said. "You can imagine how much the whole thing will stretch you."

Again that frantic nod. I went back to work on her clit.

"Did you have your period?" I asked.

Her eyes, which had returned to just merely wild, widened again. "It finished up two days ago," she said.

"Good. I'm going to sperm your clitty."

Just that statement, in concert with what I was doing to her clitty, was enough to bring her over the edge. She bucked and whined and I had to cover her mouth with mine to contain her yells. I kept rubbing gently and stroking. I pushed myself up with one arm and she raised her head as I told her I was about to cum. I positioned the tip so that the first spurt hit her clitty and welled up to the top of her split. Then I notched the tip between her pussy lips and applied enough pressure that the second, third and fourth spurts went inside her. She gave a sobbing kind of gasp and her legs whipped up to my back. I was already softening, but she was strong, I was unprepared, and her pussy was super lubricated with my spunk. Before I realized it, she was able to pull me half way into her. I was so astonished that I bucked forward and she got her first prick, albeit a half hard one. Her groan of "Ohhhh fuck" made my balls produce one more spurt.

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I let my weight down on her belly, leaving my prick in her. I kissed her lips gently.

"Got a little carried away, did we?"

"I don't care," she panted. "It didn't hurt."

"You were lucky," I said. "I wasn't completely hard when it went in you."

"It felt huge," she said. "But not any more. It's still in me ... right?"

I kissed her again, just a quick one.

"Yes."

"Wow," she said. "We really did it."

"No we didn't," I said. "All we did was the dangerous part."

"But it went in me," she argued. "I'm not a virgin any more."

I sighed inside. She had no idea, and I couldn't explain it to her.

"So ... you want to do it again?" I asked.

She blinked. "Well ... it didn't hurt ... and I'm glad we did it ... but it wasn't like I thought it would be. I expected ... more, I guess."

"That's because we didn't really make love," I said, patiently. "Trust me on this; you only got a tiny part of the process."

"Oh," she said, sounding unconvinced.

"You want me to show you?"

She actually thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded.

"Suck me hard again," I ordered.

"Ewww, it's been inside meeee," she whined.

"It will taste just like me," I promised.

It took her a minute, and she looked it over, teasing a finger through the coating of see-through white that was on my prick when I pulled it out of her. She'd never sucked it soft, but once she got it in her mouth and tasted, she wasn't unhappy. I have to admit that it was the thought of doing her bareback that got me going again. Or maybe it was because I hadn't had all that many orgasms in the previous years, and had a few built up in reserve. In any case, she got it hard again. I pushed her over onto her back and put her ankles on my shoulders.

"Now you're going to feel the real deal," I said, my face hovering over hers.

She looked completely confident until I slid into her. I knew she was still slick with my earlier spend, so I didn't ease it into her. I just gave a steady push until my pubes mixed with hers. Her eyes got huge and she started gasping for air. Then, just to be mean, I shrugged her ankles off my shoulders and pushed hard while she instinctively tilted her pussy up, like I knew she would. She gasped as she was filled even deeper. Then I rotated my loins, crushing her clitty.

"Oh shit!" she panted. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh shit!"

"Now, now, there's no need to be a potty mouth about it," I said.

And then I started fucking her.

About a minute later she managed to get out one sentence, which I'm pretty sure was "I didn't know!" but after that all she could do was gurgle while I touched her deeper inside than she'd ever been touched. I made sure she had a couple of orgasms too, because she was hot, and tight, and I was pretty sure I was going to want to do this with her again. Then, without telling her, I just belched her full of cum. It was sweet. I had a fantasy of making her belly swell, but knew it wasn't likely, with her just off her period. Which was good, because the last thing this poor girl needed was a baby. Her life was full enough already, what with me and my son both servicing her.

I stayed in her while we came down, not wanting to get off of her. She was limp and her eyes were closed. I kissed her forehead and she opened her eyes.

"Maybe I would marry you," she panted softly.

"Hormones," I said, smiling.

"Maybe," she said tiredly. "We weren't supposed to do that yet."

"It must have been time, because it happened," I said.

"Well I'm not sorry," she said. "I'm in big trouble with Bobby, though."

"I'll get you a box of rubbers," I said. "We'll keep them in his room, and your purse."

"Okay," she said.

I got off of her and she lay there, watching me get dressed again. When she got up my spunk started leaking out of her. She'd eat it from the source, but not coming from inside her, and she hobbled to the bathroom with one hand catching what was dripping out. I went and got her clothes and brought them to the bathroom, where she was sitting on the throne.

"This is so weird," she said.

"Welcome to the world of adults," I said.

"That is just so weird," she said again.

"There are very good reasons to wait to have sex," I said. "Mostly because young minds have a hard time wrapping around that kind of relationship."

"I get that now," she said.

"The milk is spilled," I said. "Can't do anything about it now."

She giggled and reached between her legs. When her hand came back up it had sperm on it.

"It does look a little like milk," she said. She looked at me and licked her fingers clean. She gave a little grimace, but didn't complain. "And don't get any condoms until I tell you to," she said. "I think it would be better if the temptation wasn't there."

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Bobby, it turns out, was satisfied with the level they'd gotten to. I think part of that was because he just couldn't bring himself to accept the idea of watching me demonstrate the last step on his girlfriend. Or in his girlfriend, as it were. And Courtney had much better control than I expected her to. Of course she was getting her pussy sucked daily now, and she had Bobby's prick to suck back. They didn't have to sneak around to do it either, since I let them use his room. Her greetings to me were more subdued as well. I still got hugs and kisses on the lips, but she didn't writhe against me like she had there for a while. I think she finally understood how quickly passion could be stirred, and how powerful that passion could be.

Then, one day, out of the blue, she arrived at the house two hours early again. She got right to the point.

"I just finished my period." She started taking off her clothes.

"And you want... ?" I asked.

"What do you think I want?" she asked, baring her breasts without a blush.

She took me to my room and lay on my bed.

"I don't do this with Bobby, so this isn't cheating," she said, opening herself to me. "I've waited a whole month, and now I want you to fuck my brains out."

"I didn't get any condoms yet," I said. "You didn't tell me to."

"You don't have to use one," she said, rubbing her clit.

"That's stupid, Courtney," I said.

"Maybe so, but you were my first. You're special. We'll only do this right after my period, so it will be safe."

"So you're going to want me to fuck your brains out every month?" I smiled.

"It's only once a month, Mister G, so you'd better do a good job."

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I did a good job. I had a plan, this time, and the plan called for me to delay my own gratification to properly enslave this young woman. And that's exactly what I did. I tortured her until she was yelling at me, and only then did I fill her. I made sure she had four orgasms, which was the point at which she gasped that she'd had enough and told me to stop. I didn't stop. I teased her through two more, and then whispered in her ear that I was impregnating her as I let my prick serve her up a couple of ounces of semen.

When I finally got off of her, she sat up and looked at me.

"You're a very bad man," she said.

"You came to my house and told me to fuck your brains out," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Well you did, and now I need them back. Tell Bobby I'm sick tonight. I can't let him touch me after that."

And damned if she didn't get up, get dressed, and go home.

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I suppose that, had nothing else happened, I would have fucked Courtney's brains out once a month after that until she got tired of dating Bobby, or got tired of me or whatever. Let's just say I didn't expect to have a long term relationship with Courtney. I mean she was seventeen, and in high school. Girls that age usually think they know what they want, but then change their minds a dozen times before they actually know what they want.

But something happened that changed everything. That something - someone, actually - was Su Li Rader, Courtney's mother.

The way I met her was convoluted. It seems that Courtney, assuming that if I had rights to her pussy, had rights to some of my time, put my name on the list of parents willing to chaperone the Valentines dance at the school. It turned out that the committee for the dance said they were going to have to cancel because not enough parents had volunteered to be chaperones. So she put my name on the list, along with her mother's. She didn't intend for us to become friends, or anything like that. It was simply a solution to a problem for her.

Of course I was curious about Courtney's mother. Courtney gave me a boner every time I saw her, and she was a quick study when it came to learning how to be a lover. I already knew Courtney's father was dead. It was what got her and Bobby together in the first place. He had lost his mother, and she had lost her father, and they got together to talk about that. The rest, as they say, was history. But because Courtney was beautiful, I was curious about her mother's looks. I admit I was a little shallow about it. We men often are. Looks are important to us. In our defense, though, that's an evolutionary process, and something we're born with.

Anyway, when Madeline Orlosky, the parental volunteer coordinator for the school, called me and gushed about how rare it was for a man to volunteer and how happy she was that I was "on board," I decided that, instead of correcting the record and telling her I hadn't volunteered for anything, I'd just check out the current high school scene for the fun of it.

That's how I met Su Li.

Some of what I'm about to tell you I learned later, but I'll tell it now, because it will help explain why certain things happened ... things that changed my life forever.

First off I was surprised to see she was short, probably five or six inches shorter than her daughter. That was explained when her accent told me she was born and raised in China. Her parents fell afoul of the Communist authorities, and they fled, taking their single child, Su Li, with them. They ended up in South Korea, where the parents took up menial positions. Su Li, when she reached the age of seventeen, got a job as a waitress on a military base in Seoul, where she met a young soldier named Jimmy Rader. She married him and went to the United States, where she soon had Courtney. Less than a month later he was killed during a training exercise. It turned out that she lost her husband only two months before I lost my wife.

At the time she was widowed, Su Li was ashamed of the quality of her speech in English. Serving soldiers in a club in Seoul was one thing, but going out and seeking a job in America was something else. She had survivor's benefits, as Sergeant Rader's spouse, though, and they got along okay on that by prioritizing. In their house, you could have what you wanted, if you were willing to be patient and plan, and save, and sacrifice. As I look back on it, I think that's the way Courtney looked at sex. She was interested in it, and was willing to be patient and plan to get it.

At any rate, Su Li did not pursue either a job or another husband. Instead, she took care of her daughter, and worked on her English skills, both in speaking and reading. Since the only people she spoke with other than her daughter were store clerks, though, she didn't get the chance to practice all that much. And, after a number of years, she got used to going without a man, just as I had gotten used to being without the partnership of a woman.

Physically, she was a shorter, broader, more oriental version of her daughter. She was a runner, having been recruited by her husband to run with him as part of his Army physical training program, and she was in good shape. She had small breasts, but didn't look slim, as much as she looked healthy.

Psychologically, the two women couldn't have been more different. While Courtney was loud and outgoing and friendly, her mother was shy and withdrawn. She still had the oriental woman's tendency to cast her eyes downward when speaking to a man, though I could tell she was trying to overcome that. She blushed constantly when a man spoke with her and hid her mouth with her hand when she smiled. She was like a little, stocky China doll of some kind, and I was fascinated with her from the moment we met.

Not that we had much to talk about. At least not at first. We attended the meeting for the chaperones, where we got a speech on what a chaperone was supposed to do and not do and all that. I approached her after the meeting was over and introduced myself as her daughter's boyfriend's father. She blushed, looked down at the floor, gave a miniscule bow and said "Plissed to mit you."

It got strained and uncomfortable almost immediately. I had nothing to converse about, and she was embarrassed to be so "Chinese" in front of Bobby's father. I think there were some lame comments about seeing each other later, and we parted ways.

It just so happened that Courtney had her period during the first week of February. Which meant that, when she went to the Valentines Dance, she was freshly and happily fucked by her boyfriend's father, and was glowing because of it. That turned out to be crucial for a couple of reasons. The first was that she wrote in her diary about it. I have to admit that when I read the entry after we spent four hours in bed, I was impressed at my own talents.

But the only reason I read that entry was because Su Li found the diary and read it first. I'll repeat some of it here, so you get the flavor of things.

"I am so happy. My lover has once again made me fly on the wings of ecstasy. He makes me feel like a real woman. I feel like I'm going to explode with happiness when his weight traps me under him. He goes forever. I had EIGHT orgasms last night before he lost control. I love making him lose control. He has been so patient with me. I know now I'm ready for more. I wish school was over so I could tell my man how I feel."

Su Li brought the diary with her to the dance. You hear about how the oriental woman can be inscrutable? It's true. When I first saw her that night, she smiled, looked at the floor, and did that funny little half bow again. I knew she was nervous, but I got the feeling she was always a little nervous. But I had no idea she was seething inside. I didn't know that until an hour into the dance, when she appeared at my elbow and spoke.

"Please ... Mister Galloway (she pronounced it Gollowee) may I be speaking with you?"

I was bored. Kids don't kick up their heels at a dance these days. Not like they did when I was in high school. Instead they just rub up against each other. I had a boner from watching it. The girls were cute. I admit it.

"Of course," I said.

"I am the mother of Courtney," she said. She looked very nervous, which her speech had displayed even more. "She is being with your son, Bobby."

"Yes," I said.

"I have read what she writes," said Su Li, and produced the diary. She opened it, pressed her finger to the entry for the eighth of February, and handed it to me. The lights were low in the gym, but I was able to read enough of it to get the drift. I knew instantly that Su Li thought Courtney was writing about Bobby. And I knew instantly that we had a problem.

I took Su Li's elbow and urged her gently toward one of the doorways to the hall. She went with me without a word. There were kids in the hallway, standing in groups, talking. Apparently this was the social gathering area for those who didn't want to dance. I looked for a room with an open door, and found none. I remembered that, during the chaperone briefing, we had learned that all rooms near the gym would be locked, to keep kids from using them as make out areas.

"Come outside with me," I urged Su Li.

We weren't supposed to leave the area of the dance, much less the building. They had security guards who were responsible for the outside of the building. But I needed some time and privacy to work things out with Su Li. She said not a word, but let me take her to stand beside my car in the parking lot. I figured that if the security guards approached us, I could tell them we were waiting for our kids. Since my car was parked right under a street light, I used up some time reading the entry again.

"She is having sex with your son!" gasped Su Li. "What we gonna do?"

I had no idea what to tell her. What came out of my mouth was influenced by the way Courtney felt about our lovemaking. Though I wondered what this "next step" she had mentioned was all about.

"I'm not sure there's much we can do," I said. "I mean kids have been doing this for thousands of years. We did it ourselves!"

She glanced at me and then looked away. "Maybe you did, but not me. I was a good girl."

"You had Courtney," I reminded her. "She's seventeen, and you don't look a day over twenty-five. You must have been very young when you had her."

"I was almost twenty!" she gasped.

"Well I won't argue with you," I said. "It's just that you look so remarkably young."

"Thank you," she said, sounding embarrassed. "We gotta do something."

"I don't know," I said. "I mean kids act like this a lot these days. They might break up next week."

"I don't think so," she said, sounding urgent. "I think Courtney very serious about this. I think they gonna get married!"

"Now hold on," I said. "It might be a little premature to be talking about marriage. Doesn't Courtney want to go to college?"

"Yeah, sure, but no money for college," said Su Li.

"Well, let's not rush into anything," I said, stalling for time. I needed to get a chance to talk to Courtney and have her defuse the situation with her mother if possible. "How about if we talk about this some more ... maybe later, at my house. The kids will go out after the dance, and we can go to my place and wait for them."

She looked at me and then away quickly. "Okay. I will do what you say."

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What I was not aware of yet, and would not become aware of for several hours, was that Su Li's upbringing had thoroughly trained her to be submissive. Not that she was trained to submit sexually or anything. She was just taught by her mother that men are always right and are to be obeyed. It was old school in China, and her mother brought that attitude with her to Korea. So when I made suggestions ... she went along with them, even if she might have taken another route had I not made the suggestion.

Which is how I ended up ushering her into my house, with my fingertips in the middle of her back. I also didn't find out until much later that those fingers were also to be obeyed, and that once she decided I was trustworthy, could have urged her many other places.

Bobby and I spent a lot of time at the kitchen table. It was kind of our central meeting place, so I just naturally took Su Li to the kitchen. I offered her coffee, which she accepted (even though she'd rather have had tea.) I also offered her a piece of chocolate cake. It turned out that Courtney didn't want anything sweet around the house, because she didn't want to be tempted, so it was a rare treat for Su Li to have something like devil's food cake with chocolate frosting.

It was under my kitchen lights that I realized how frequently Su Li blushed. I was just trying to make conversation, and mentioned again how fabulous she looked for her age. She covered her mouth and her face got dark, but it was obvious she was pleased. It was like pulling teeth, but I got her history out of her, including her initial impressions when she came to the States. She was overwhelmed by the amount of undeveloped land she saw, and the number of choices she had in shops. She was talking about that when the kids came in.

"Mom!" said Courtney, sounding alarmed and confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I invited her here," I said. "You guys went out after the dance. We came here to have coffee and cake."

"Oh." Courtney looked worried.

"You two go on," I said. "We'll come get you when it's time to leave. You can go home with your mother."

"Oh." Courtney sounded unhappy. She had not inherited her mother's subservient leanings.

When they were gone, Su Li looked after them.

"Should we let them be alone?"

"They'll find ways to be alone one way or another," I said. "Are you really that worried about them?"

"They go to bed!" gasped Su Li. She gasped a lot. As I got to know her I realized that she only had two settings: alarmed and placid.

"They won't go to bed while we're here," I said. What I was thinking was that they wouldn't go to bed while she was here, but I didn't say that.

"How you know?" she asked.

I was pretty sure the kids would be behaving themselves, what with Courtney's mother in the house, so I took a chance.

"Sometimes I check on them," I said. "Come with me. I'll show you." I stood and held out my hand to her.

She took it and let me pull her outside. It was nippy, and we hadn't brought coats, but I didn't intend to spend a long time. I took her to Bobby's window.

"You spy?" she gasped.

"Yes," I said. What else could I say?

Apparently the fact that I breached the privacy of the kids was enough to let her do it too. She leaned forward and peeked through the crack in the curtains. Her indrawn hiss of breath was loud in the cool air.

"What?"

For answer she moved aside and let me look.

My judgment about the youngsters wasn't so great. Courtney was topless and Bobby was working over her nipples with his mouth. She was running her fingers through his hair, obviously loving what he was doing. I leaned back, and Su Li leaned forward again. I waited for her to lean back and demand that I do something.

But she didn't.

Instead, she watched. She watched for a long time. I thought about the possibility that, in her mind, she was watching herself with her young soldier, seventeen years past. I wondered if she was just curious about how far the kids would go. What I didn't know was that she was seeing her daughter being in control of everything. And that affected her deeply. She had always submitted to the men in her life. There hadn't been many. She almost never went out with soldiers when she got her job because she quickly learned what to expect. But there was something she liked about Jimmy. He made her feel things, so she let him in. Now she was seeing that a woman could call the shots.

And, since she wasn't blowing her top ... I just let her watch.

What I found out later was that she watched as her daughter pushed the boy away, made him lie down, and bared his adolescent penis. Then she lovingly sucked him to completion, using all the techniques I had taught her, and swallowing his spend. She watched the boy reach for the girl, and have his hands slapped away. She saw her daughter get dressed and tell the boy to get dressed too.

She wasn't stupid. She came from a foreign culture, and had a different kind of education, but she wasn't stupid. She knew what them getting dressed meant. She backed up, bumping into me, and turned around, her face just inches from mine.

"We gotta go now," she panted. "They getting dressed!"

I took her back to the kitchen and gave her another piece of cake. She was industriously eating it as her daughter pulled my son into the room.

"Mom!" said the girl, who was completely shameless. She had just engaged in oral sex, not fifty feet from her mother, but showed no sign of it at all. Bobby's eyes were still glazed, but he just got himself some cake. "You're going to get fat if you keep eating that kind of thing!"

I got my first glimmer of how submissive Su Li was when she looked up at her daughter, then away, and finally pushed the plate away from her.

"Nonsense," I said. "We've already decided she's going to get me in shape. I'm going running with her tomorrow."

Su Li looked at me in surprise. She had told me about her running, but we had made no such pact.

"She can have all the cake she wants," I said. I leaned forward and pushed the plate back towards Su Li. She picked up her fork and took a tentative bite.

"Oh really?" said Courtney, sounding like she was about to argue. She looked at me and I whipped my stiff fingers across my throat, signaling her to knock it off. She blinked and then, thankfully, subsided. "Well, I'm ready to go home. Are you ready to take me?"

Su Li stood up, abandoning the rest of her cake. She was blushing again, her eyes looking everywhere.

"Thank you," she said, bowing to me.

"I had a wonderful time," I said. "You must come over again."

Courtney perked up at that, and I winked at her.

"I'll call you, Bobby," said Courtney, looking dead in my eyes. I nodded. Bobby made a noncommittal sound around the chocolate cake he was eating.

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Courtney had my cell phone number, and she used it half an hour later.

"What's going on?" she hissed into the phone.

"You left your diary lying around. That's what's going on," I hissed back.

There was dead silence. Then "Shit!" was followed by "Hold on!"

She was back within half a minute.

"It's gone!"

"Your mother has it," I said. "She showed it to me at the dance."

"Oh shit," moaned Courtney. "We are so busted."

"She thinks you're doing all that with Bobby," I said. "She thinks the two of you should get married."

"Really?" I heard interest in that question, rather than panic. I found that very interesting.

"Have you two talked about anything like that?"

Her barked laughter was cut off quickly. "He'd freak completely out if I said anything about marriage," she said.

"Am I to believe you don't find that concept completely foreign?"

"Look, Mister G," she said softly. "What I do with you is for fun, and I really love it. But I'm not in love with you. I do love Bobby. Or at least I think I do. What do I know? I know how young I am. But I can think of about a zillion things worse than marrying Bobby Galloway."

"Well that's very interesting," I said.

"What's interesting is finding my mother in your kitchen," she said.

So I told her what had happened, including spying on them, which was when I found out what Su Li had watched through that crack in the curtains. It was also when I found out about Su Li's submissive nature. It was something her daughter had tried to break her of for years. Instead, Courtney managed to put herself in the position of being the dominant member in the family. She was fully aware of this, and did not take advantage of it, normally. When she called the shots, she tried to call them with the family's best interests in mind.

But she knew she could control her mother, under most circumstances.

"Well I like her," I said, during a period of silence.

"Is that why you said you two needed to get together again?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to fuck her?" asked my teenaged lover, blowing my mind. I stuttered a bit before being able to make a response.

"I hadn't really thought that far ahead," I said.

"I've been trying to get her to date for years," said her daughter.

"I just think she's a nice woman," I said.

"You're a horny old man," said Courtney. "I know how crazy I make you. And I know how much my mother and I look alike."

"What do you want me to say?" I asked. "You want me to tell you I'm gunning for your mother?"

"I wouldn't mind that much ... if it was you," said Courtney, once again reducing me to abject silence.

I think she was letting me sweat, when she suddenly hissed "I think she's coming. Bye!"

And with that her line went dead.

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I didn't know what to do, except wait to see if Courtney came over the next day. Of course she didn't. And I had to wait two more days before she breezed in and sat down as if she owned the place.

"She snuck my diary back where I hide it," she said without any hint of worry. "She said Bobby's nice, and so are you."

"Wow," I said.

"Then she asked me if I needed to go to the doctor and get the pill."

I swallowed hard.

"So we have an appointment next week."

"Wow," I said again.

"Yeah. I think it worked out really well," she said.

It was quiet for a while.

"So what now?" I asked.

She looked at her watch.

"I have to wait two more weeks, and I can get my brains fucked out again," she said, straight faced.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" I asked.

"I think it's a great idea," she said.

"What about your mother?" I asked. "Isn't she saying anything else about all this?"

"She wants to," said Courtney. "But I keep talking about other things. You should invite her over again. Or on a date or something."

"You want her to come over and watch you with Bobby again?" I asked in disbelief.

"It worked last time ... didn't it?"

"I have no idea!" I groaned. "You know your mother better than I do."

"Well, according to you, she wanted to do something about us, until she watched me suck his ... well, you know. And she could have made a big deal about the diary, but she decided not to. So yeah ... I guess letting her see us was good, somehow. Not that we let her see us, but you know what I mean."

"I have no idea what you mean," I sighed. "But you're the one calling the shots here, and I'll go with your judgment."

She smiled brightly. "Thank you. You treat me as if I actually have a brain. That's one of the reasons I love letting you fuck my brains out."

"Do you think it's a good idea to keep doing that?" I asked.

"Absolutely," she said. "Especially since I'm going on the pill."

"I think we might have crossed the line about cheating on Bobby," I said.

"I know," she said, shrugging. "But I kind of think of you as a package deal now."

"You're kidding," I said.

"Not at all," she said. "I'm ready for the next step with Bobby, so I'm really glad about the pill thing."

"Is that what you meant in your diary entry?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes. What did you think I meant?"

It was my turn to shrug. "I don't know. The first thing I thought was that you were thinking about having a baby or something."

She laughed. "In your dreams, Mister G."

"Good," I said. "You're too young to be having any babies."

"I know that," she said. "So ... you gonna ask my mom out?"

"Your mom is worried about you," I said. "What we need to do is address that issue."

"And we will if she sees that Bobby and I are not doing anything stupid," she said.

"This is getting complicated," I said.

"No it's not," she said. "Take my mom to dinner. Call us when you're on the way home, and when you get here, we'll have a show all set up for her."

"You're going to tell Bobby about this?" I asked.

She laughed again. "No way! He couldn't keep a secret like that. I'll just let Bobby be Bobby. I know what to expect from him and, thanks to you, I know how to make him behave."

And, just like that, we planned Su Li's next ambush.



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Chapter 4

When I called Su Li and asked her if she'd be willing to go out to dinner with me, all she said was "Yes." It was a little odd. There wasn't much chit chat. We agreed on a date and a time, and that was pretty much it. Courtney was happy with me and gave me a blow job because of it.

I took Su Li to a Chinese Buffet place which I now realize was rampant racism. But it turned out she and her daughter rarely went to the place, so it was OK for her. She wasn't all that hard to please, something which I now understand simply means that she likes to be happy, and decides to be happy with her lot in life as often as possible. It might even have some relation to Buddhism, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, after dinner I drove to Dairy Queen and indulged her sweet tooth again. She had no idea what things were. It turned out she had never patronized the place. So I ordered a Blizzard for her and hoped for the best. Turns out ice cream was the key to unlocking her reticence to talk. We didn't have a serious conversation about anything in particular, but just talked. It felt comfortable. I went to the bathroom and called the house. Courtney picked up.

"We'll be ready for you," she said. "Bye."

When I suggested that maybe we could watch a movie at the house, Su Li lowered her eyes and said "Yes." For the first time I recognized that submissiveness Courtney had talked about. And, for the first time I wondered how submissive she might be willing to be towards me.

Don't bust my chops over this. It's not like I planned to take advantage of her or anything. I just had a couple of quick fantasies, that's all. She is a beautiful and desirable woman. And her daughter had reawakened in me the need for female companionship. That's all.

And don't bust my chops for replacing the curtains in Bobby's room with Venetian blinds either. The curtains were old and had been hanging there unwashed for years. So I took them down and put up the blinds instead. And yes, I left those blinds open a bit, but that was part of the plan, right? And yes I made sure that even if they were firmly closed, there were still a few places to see through the window.

Okay, so maybe Courtney was right to call me a horny old man.

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When we got home I parked up next to the garage, instead of in the driveway where I usually park. That's because I could take her to the back door that way, which led right by Bobby's window on the deck.

They were both naked this time, stretched out on his bed in a classic 69. She was on top. She had opened both the blinds and the window too, so we could hear that she was firmly in charge of the proceedings. She was telling him how good he was making her feel. His moans of happiness were universal. Su Li leaned forward, already panting. I put my hands on her waist and she stiffened, but then relaxed when that's all I did.

I don't know if Su Li had done anything like this or not. It seemed likely. I'd done four years in the Army myself, and was aware that soldiers everywhere often tried to bargain for blow jobs. And I don't know if Courtney knew we were there or not. She wiggled her pussy on my son's face and told him she was cumming. He redoubled his efforts, obviously trying to give her the best orgasm possible. Then she was up and off the bed, pulling him to stand.

"I want to let you fuck me, baby," she moaned. "But not yet. We have to graduate first. Can you wait for me, Bobby?"

Bobby was a babbling fool. He would have agreed to anything at that point. She knelt in front of him.

"Now I want you to cum on my breasts, baby. Squirt on my chest."

She jacked on him and, due to her recent practice and expertise, she had him over the edge in less than a minute. As he unloaded, she aimed it at her chest with one hand, and rubbed his spend all over her bulging breasts with the other.

"Yessss," she hissed. "When we graduate you get to do this inside me, baby. Oooo I can't wait to feel you inside me, Bobby. I love you so much."

At that point I suddenly remembered the diary entry that had led to all this, and the fact that that diary entry was fairly explicit about feeling her lover inside her. Lest Su Li remember that too and start wondering about that, I moved my hands, sliding them forward and up, to cup her modest breasts. She leaned back against me and I lowered my lips to her ear.

"I'm sorry, Su Li," I said, squeezing her orbs gently. "They're so hot together ... I just couldn't resist."

Her hands came to cover mine ... but they didn't pull mine away.

"I'm sorry," I said again, and pulled my hands away. "We should go inside."

I took her hand, and she let me lead her into the house. I took her to the den and pulled six or seven DVDs off the shelf, handing them to her.

"You choose," I said. "I'm so sorry I abused you out there."

She looked at me, blushing. "'sokay," she said softly. "I not hurt."

She couldn't decide, of course, and when the kids came in, her daughter chose Journey To The Center Of The Earth, with Brendon Fraser in the starring role. I sat next to Su Li and the kids curled up together on the love seat. That's a good movie to watch with someone, because there's lots of action and laughs and tense places. Perhaps Su Li forgot what she'd just seen ... and felt ... at least for a little while. The kids helped by not making it obvious that they were feeling each other up across the room.

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A week later Courtney managed a couple of hours with me. Right in the middle of it, while I was pounding her, sliding deep, trying to force the tip of my cock through her cervix, at least in my fantasies, she bucked up against me and grunted.

"Do you ever think about doing this with my mom?"

"I think about doing it with you," I said.

"I know, but do you ever want to do it with my mother?"

"Of course," I panted, tired of the game.

"Good," she said. "She deserves a man like you."

"I'm not all that good a man, Courtney," I said, fucking her deep. "I seduced an underage girl and have fucked her bareback at least a dozen times. I'm actually a son of a bitch."

"No you're not," she said, clamping down on my prick with strong muscles. "You're just a horny old man who wants to knock me up."

"Oh fuck," I groaned. She knew how to jerk my chain. The urge was suddenly on me and I fountained inside her clasping sex.

"That's what I love," she panted. "Give me your hot stuff, big boy."

"I'm not your big boy," I groaned, trying to keep spurting even though I knew I was done.

"I know, but I love talking that way around you," she said. "You just bring out the silly in me."

"Like trying to get your mother and me together?" I asked.

"That's not silly," she said, relaxing. "She likes you. I can tell."

I told her about grabbing her mother's breasts.

"And she let you, didn't she?" asked the woman's daughter.

"Yes," I admitted.

"So go for it," she said.

"I can't believe you're trying to get me to take advantage of your mother!" I said. My outrage was probably a little less believable, seeing as how I still had my half hard prick firmly buried in the seventeen year old girlfriend of my son.

"My mother deserves to be happy," said Courtney. "You may be a son of a bitch, but you're the nicest son of a bitch I know. So you deserve to be happy too."

"I'm pretty happy already," I said.

"Yes, but when I start letting Bobby fuck me, I'm not going to be able to make you happy any more."

"Shit," I said theatrically.

"Keep rubbing," she said, pushing her pussy up at me. "I think I can cum one more time if you rub just right."

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It was odd, being with Su Li, because more often than not, it was hard to get her to talk. A couple of times she loosened up, but generally she waited for me to set the tone, or speak. And she had come to me for the purpose of "doing something" about her daughter and my son, which hadn't happened at all. If anything I had used her daughter and my son to take advantage of her.

And yet, every time I called and suggested we get together, she said "Yes."

The third time we saw each other I told Bobby to take Courtney somewhere and stay out late. He didn't ask any questions. Su Li and I had a nice evening. We watched another movie, Fried Green Tomatoes, which she didn't understand at all, but when I reached for her hand, she let me hold it. I knew if I tried more, she'd let me do that too. But oddly, that was the problem. Finally when the movie was over, I took the bull by the horns.

"Su Li," I said. She looked at me and then looked away. I captured her chin with my hand and made her look back into my eyes. "I like you. Do you like me?"

Her eyes went wild, but I held her chin firmly.

"It's not a hard question to answer," I said softly. "You either do, or you don't. If you do, I'll be happy. But if you don't, I understand. It's not the end of the world if I'm not your type."

Finally her eyes came to rest on mine. I saw in her face how much courage it took her to say "I do like you."

"I want to kiss you," I said, still looking into her eyes. "Do you want to kiss me?"

She thought about that. Finally her hand came to the one I was holding her chin with and she grasped it gently. She didn't pull ... she just grasped it. I got the message, though, and let go. Again, I could see how much it took her to keep looking into my eyes.

"No mans ask me what I want before," she said. "Jimmy ... I love him ... but never ask me what I want."

"I care what you want," I said. "I care what Courtney wants. I'm glad Bobby doesn't try to force her."

"They gonna boom boom soon," she said, still looking at me.

"I know," I said. "Young people have been doing that for millions of years.

"You want to boom boom with me too," she said. It was a statement, rather than a question.

"I won't lie," I said. "I think you're beautiful and desirable.

"You want to boom boom with me," she said again.

I took a risk. "Yes," I said. "Do you want to boom boom with me?"

She looked down, but then back up quickly.

"I do wanna boom boom with you," she whispered with a tentative smile.

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She'd been without for as long as I had, plenty long enough that fond memories of our previous lovers didn't preclude entering the games.

She was horny. She was fit. And she went wild.

We didn't even make it to my bedroom. The couch in the den was covered in leather, and was quite comfortable against bare skin. Once she made up her mind, she wasn't shy at all. She bared her body to me while I took my clothes off. Her breasts were small, but her nipples were gigantic, perfect for suckling either baby or lover. They were black too, the genetic ancestors of her daughter's. She was traditional, in terms of hair between her legs, but it didn't matter. She was much too excited to indulge in a lot of foreplay. She wanted something in her, and I had what she wanted. If anything it was a wham, bam, thank you sir kind of situation, or would have been if I'd have succumbed and spurted when I felt like it. That was soon, because she really went wild. She moaned in what sounded like several languages as I rodded her deep. I used the same trick on her that worked so well on her daughter, going in deep and rubbing in a circle. She popped three orgasms, trying to be quiet about it, but I don't think she'd ever had multiple orgasms before, because by the third one she was babbling and whining and even cursing.

And it was just as I finally gave up and seeded her garden, that our children came into the den together.

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I have to give Courtney some credit. She'd obviously thought about this before. But thinking about something, and seeing it in the raw ... well those are often two different things. But Courtney kept her cool. All she did was stop, grab Bobby, and say "We're just going to go get in the hot tub for a while."

Su Li was horrified, of course, but the kids were gone before she could respond. And I was still unloading inside her, so she was pinned underneath me. I think otherwise she might have run. But she didn't get the chance, and even though it took me ten minutes of holding her and cooing in her ear that everything was all right, and that it wasn't the end of the world, she finally calmed down.

Our clothes were scattered all over the place, and we spent a silent five minutes getting dressed. I pulled her to me and made her look at me again.

"I'm not sorry we did this," I said.

She blushed, of all things.

"And if you think about it," I went on, "we've watched them do things too."

For the first time I saw a look of derision on her face. "They not know we watching."

"True," I said. "But we could tell them. Then we'd all be even."

She looked at me like I was crazy.

"We just found something special. I don't want to lose it," I said.

I saw another look on her face I hadn't seen before. It was almost what I'd call crafty.

"You just wanna boom boom with me more."

"Of course I do," I admitted. "Wasn't it fun for you too?"

She nodded. "You boom boom real good."

"That?" I said. "That was nothing. I boom boom much better than that when I can take my time."

She smiled. "I don't know what to do," she said.

"Ever been in a hot tub?" I asked.

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Interestingly enough, to Su Li, using our hot tub ... with our children ... was no different than using a public bath in China or Korea. In other words it was no big deal. Except that there was no actual bathing. Not in the classical sense.

My son, on the other hand, was freaked out when his girlfriend's mother calmly approached the tub, which Courtney had somehow gotten him to get into naked, and stripped down right in front of him before climbing in the tub with him. If Courtney was wigged out by it, she masked that well. So I took my clothes off and got in with them.

It was very quiet, except for the bubbler, which seemed so loud that I thought it would deafen me. Finally I said "So..."

"I don't know," admitted Bobby, who was trying not to look at Su Li, whose pale breasts were just below the surface of the water. The bubbles were making the water choppy, so her breasts came into view often. So did Courtney's, which I looked at unabashedly.

"What you don't know?" asked Su Li. Even I was surprised that she'd spoken.

"I don't know what the heck is going on," he sighed.

"Your father and I make boom boom," she said. I was astonished.

"We saw that," said Courtney.

"You two gonna make boom boom soon," said Su Li.

"I don't know," moaned Bobby.

"Yes, we are," said Courtney. "I'm going to marry Bobby, Mom."

"Good," said Su Li. "You wait and make boom boom after you married."

"We can't get married for months and months, Mom," said Courtney. "And besides, Bobby hasn't even asked me yet. We haven't talked about it."

I just watched as everything happened. This was so crazy. Su Li had come out of her shell to the point that I was just slack jawed. On impulse, I reached for her and pulled. She slid over and onto my lap without any comment. Nor did she seem to mind that my hands went to her breasts.

"You talk about it now," said Su Li. "Making boom boom is serious thing. You too young to make boom boom."

"I know that, Mom," said Courtney. "We haven't done that yet."

"But you do it soon."

Courtney wasn't dumb either. "Well, seeing you doing it with Mister G. made me want to do it. That's true. And you're sitting on his lap now. Are you going to do it again here, in the hot tub? What if you get pregnant, mom? I know you're not on the pill."

Out of her shell she might be, but that was a bit much for the woman. She turned away from her daughter. I helped her by lifting her so that she was facing me. But the only way she could stay on my lap was to straddle me. That pressed her pussy against my cock. I was soft, but it was still very intimate.

"You're doing fine," I whispered to her.

"I not know what I'm doing at all," she whispered back.

"Stop that, Bobby!" barked Courtney. "I told you you have to wait."

"But you just said you want to do it," he whined.

"Don't be stupid!" she shot back. "You know you have to wait."

"I think they're doing fine," I said. "Courtney seems to have things firmly in hand."

Courtney laughed and I looked to see her arm moving. Bobby had his head laid back on the rim of the tub. She was jacking him off.

"Would you like to see my shower?" I asked Su Li.

She nodded and we got out. She let me lead her to my bedroom. She let me get a towel and dry her off ... everywhere. She let me kiss her, and she let me lay her on the bed. Then she let me eat her pussy and crawl up to socket my prick in her pussy again.

This time it wasn't so frenzied. I took my time and worked her up to an orgasm. Then I worked her up to another one.

"This never happen," she whined as her third one washed over her.

"It can happen whenever you want," I said, kissing her lips gently.

I started moving faster in her, working up to my own release. She wrapped her legs around mine and writhed against me.

"I'm going to cum in you now," I whispered. "You might get pregnant."

"Noooooo," she whined.

But her arms slid around me to hold me in her as I spurted.

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The very next day, when Courtney came in with Bobby, she came over to me and kissed me long and hard, right in front of her boyfriend.

"It was so hot, seeing you doing it to my mother last night," she whispered.

"You're a very strange girl," I said.

"You have no idea," she said. "Come up to the room in ten minutes."

I didn't know what was going on, but I went. They were standing in the middle of her room. Bobby looked upset.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I want you to show Bobby how to make love to a woman," she said.

"We've done that already," I said.

"Not all the way we haven't," she said.

There it was. She had just invited me to fuck her ... in front of her boyfriend.

"It comes naturally, Courtney," I said. "It's not that hard to learn."

She shot me a warning look, and I understood it very clearly. She wanted this, and if she didn't get it, there was going to be trouble.

"I can't do this to my own son," I said.

"Bobby doesn't mind," she said. Nobody in the room believed that, and Bobby had finally had enough.

"If he gets to do you, then I get to do your mother. How about that?" It was pretty obvious he thought that would change the dynamic.

"I'll ask her if that's okay with her," said Courtney.

Both Bobby's and my jaw dropped at the same time.

"Get this through your stubborn head," said Courtney, looking at Bobby. "I want to go all the way with you, but I'm not going to do it if you don't know your ass from a hole in the ground. I want your dad to show you how it's done. Then I'll let you practice on me. And if you practice on my mother instead, then I'll just practice with your dad. So make up your mind what you want to do, because I'm serious about this."

"You're crazy! That's what you are!" said Bobby.

"Maybe," she said easily. "All I know is that what we've been doing has worked so far. I'm very happy with things, Bobby, and I do love you. You know I do. I want to be with you forever."

Everything probably would have worked out fine at that point, eventually, anyway, but I just had to open my mouth.

"I thought you were going to make him wait until graduation."

Which is how Bobby found out that not only had his amorous activities been watched by me ... but by his potential mother-in-law as well. Twice. And that his girlfriend had been the one to make it happen. The only thing that didn't come out was that I had already fucked her to tears on a whole bunch of occasions.

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There was something else I was unaware of, back then. Isn't there always? In this case, I was unaware of - hadn't even thought about the fact, even - that just like Courtney had spent a lot of time at our house, he had spent a lot of time at their house as well. And, just like Courtney and I had forged a friendship, of sorts, he and Su Li had also entered into a relationship. As I look back on it, that's not so strange. Bobby wasn't stupid, but he wasn't a genius either. And Su Li's social handicap put her right on par with him, emotionally. She was capable of much more involved emotion, but Bobby was somebody who accepted her as she was, and responded to her positively. They were a lot better friends, in fact, than Courtney and I were. Courtney and I used each other to achieve our ends, whether those ends were a sense of friendship or to get sex. This is not to say I wasn't genuinely fond of Courtney. I was. And she liked me. But what there was between my son and her mother was more mature than that.

Which is why he felt comfortable going to talk to Su Li about the whole mess he felt like he was in, rather than talking to me or Courtney. I heard later that, once she got past the abject embarrassment of admitting that she had watched him servicing her daughter (which she was able to do because he said he didn't care that she had watched) then they talked about what he wanted, and what Courtney wanted, and what Su Li wanted. What Su Li wanted, by the way, was a chance to have this new kind of relationship she was now aware of, where the woman gets to make some decisions, and I was the only man she was sure would let her do that. So what Su Li wanted was me.

And when he told Su Li what Courtney wanted me to do, and why she wanted me to do it, Su Li said she understood that completely. She said that her first few times with a man had been horrible, because she hadn't known what to expect, and the man hadn't known how to please her.

And damned if Courtney's plan didn't backfire on her when Su Li calmly offered to show Bobby what he needed to know about pleasing a woman in bed.

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Courtney didn't take it well. She didn't see what she and I did as cheating. And she didn't mind if I fucked her mother's socks off. I think that's because of the relationship we already had. But the idea of her boyfriend doing her mother? Didn't light up her life.

But her mother calmly said that if she thought it was all right for Mister George, as she now called me, to break her in, then it must be all right for Su Li to break Bobby in. Su Li, you see, could see through her daughter's machinations, even if Bobby could not.

So Courtney was between a rock and a hard place. Being stubborn, not to mention hot headed, she shot back that if Su Li was going to teach Bobby things, then she wanted to be there to see them too.

Which is how we all ended up naked in the hot tub for the second time.

As we got ready to go join the kids, who were already in the tub, Su Li confessed she was actually petrified. She confided in me that she had been sure Courtney would back down, and now she was stuck too. The hot tub put her in mind of the bathhouse again, which made being nude together seem more natural. She was pretty sure it was the only way she could actually go through with the whole crazy plan.

"You don't have to go through with it at all," I said. "I can always just refuse to do anything with Courtney, and you can do the same thing with Bobby."

"I like Bobby," she said. "He get raw deal from you and Courtney. He deserve good time."

"Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"You nasty man, Mister George," she said calmly. "But I like you. You make me feel special. I put up with you nastiness, I think."

I knew better than to argue. She knew a little bit of how I had been involved with her daughter's admittedly unconventional mating rituals.

"Besides," she said. "Maybe Bobby be better at boom boom than you. Maybe I keep him, and you can have scheming daughter."

I know I looked shocked, because she laughed. It was a belly laugh, and it was the first time I saw her show that kind of open emotion.

"You easy to tease," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Now we go, before I lose my nerve."

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In the hot tub, it was actually Courtney who "normalized" the situation. Thinking to make her mother jealous, as soon as we were in, she said it was time to change partners. So she came to sit on my lap, and pushed her mother to sit on Bobby's.

It might have worked too, except that she started kissing me, which was a mistake. It was a mistake both because she did it so readily and because she did it with such feeling. It made both Su Li and Bobby mad. And now they were friends ... with benefits.

In no time they were writhing around in the water, hands going everywhere, and Courtney was trying to get my prick in her pussy.

"Slow down," I whispered.

"I don't want to slow down," she whined.

"We need to move to the bedroom, people," I announced loudly.

The other two were ready to go by then. Su Li, awakened to the joys of sex again, as I had been, was feeling better about things. I had opened a whole new world to her, so expanding it a bit more wasn't too much to ask. I later found out she was willing to accept that Americans would do almost anything.

While it was Courtney who got things going, it was Bobby who managed to pause the game in such a way as to make it even better. He had only had access to one pussy in his life, not counting some grabbass he engaged in prior to Courtney. But he'd only been able to spend quality time with one, and Courtney had a bikini cut. Her mother was hairy, and it gave Bobby pause.

"I've told her she should shave a hundred times," said Courtney as we all stared at Su Li's bush.

"I shave when you born. It prickly," was Su Li's response.

"You have to keep it shaved," said Courtney, impatiently.

"It's okay," said Bobby. His erection gave proof that he thought Su Li was sexy. "I was just wondering how it would feel against my lips. That's all."

Su Li was only too aware of how energetic Bobby was at sucking pussy. She'd watched him do it to her daughter for ten minutes.

"No, it okay," she said. She looked at me. "Mister George got razor, right?"

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I got the materials, while there was a generalized argument about who should do the shaving. Bobby wanted to do it for obvious horndog reasons. Courtney overruled him, saying she had more experience. Bobby only shaved once a week. I suggested that on that basis, I should be the one to do the deed. In the end Courtney decided that since she had similar skin, she knew how much pressure to apply.

She started with scissors, which I wouldn't have thought of doing. She clipped away all but a dark V, getting as close to the skin as possible. Her mother watched interestedly. Then came the shaving cream and razor, which seemed to take forever. Courtney barely applied pressure at all, saying that the skin could be burned too easily. Very slowly, Su Li's vulva came into view. They were wrinkled and purplish black. I hadn't seen anything like them. They made my mouth water. It got to Bobby too. I saw him grip his prick and squeeze.

As soon as she was finished, Bobby was ready to go.

"I want to suck your pussy," he said to Su Li. "But let's do that later, okay?"

She laughed a coy laugh and immediately started upbraiding him for being impatient.

"When you in a hurry you squirt too fast," she said. "Way to make girl happy is go slow."

"How do I go slow?" he groaned.

"Get on me," she said, lying down on my king sized bed. She spread her legs. "Make sure girl slippery."

He checked with his fingers and found her to be slippery.

"Go in slow first time," she said, pulling him to her. She reached for his prick and nosed it between those now naked purplish black lips. "Remember! Slow!"

Bobby, bless his heart, eased in. And then he promptly blew his wad. He started apologizing and she shushed him.

"Okay, now you go long time. Don't quit. Stay hard and boom boom good!"

And, to his delight, he retained most of his erection and began the age old dance of in and out, up and down. Su Li began guiding him with her fingertips, and then her voice, explaining what she wanted, and why she wanted it.

I felt wet heat engulf my own erection and looked down to see Courtney sucking strongly. She pulled off and looked at me in anguish. I took her around to the other side of the bed and lay down.

"For your first time I think you should be on top," I said loudly. "And like your mother said, go slow."

It's a good thing Su Li and Bobby were distracted, because Courtney climbed on, found the mark, and sank down on me like the experienced vamp she was. Within a minute she had worked up to an orgasm just by bucking her loins forward and backward.

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That first "orgy" was a short one. Bobby could easily go off twice in an hour. Su Li managed to have three orgasms and when I sensed they were finished, I emptied myself in Courtney. You'd have thought that, having just done that, we'd have all been relaxed, but there was an undercurrent of tension in the room. It was just too odd for everyone to be comfortable with. What passion had allowed, didn't stand up to the light of rational day. Interestingly, Bobby gravitated to Courtney, and Su Li looked to me. I shooed the kids out and lay across the bed from Su Li, supporting my head on my hand and just looking at her.

"You okay?"

"I fucking crazy," she sighed. "I not believe that happened."

"It was very different," I said.

She looked pensive. "Do you want to go?" I asked.

She shook her head. "I just confused. She make all that big deal, but she not virgin. She done this before."

She had been watching, as it turned out.

"She did seem to know what to do," I admitted.

"So why all this fuss?"

"Maybe she doesn't want Bobby to know she's not a virgin," I suggested.

"Maybe," she sighed. She looked at me. "How you feel?"

"I'm amazed," I said.

"Amazed I such slut," she sighed.

"Amazed that I just saw another man have you, and I want you even more," I said.

"Does this mean I get any man I want?" she asked, impishly.

"Oh no," I said. "I could deal with Bobby. But no others."

"Okay," she said.

We got up and got dressed. We had in mind to get something to eat, but when we went looking for the kids, they were going at it in Bobby's room. They wasted no time once the process was gone through. So Su Li and I went out to eat, and talk some more. I know I'm making this sound like everything went seamlessly and easily, but that wasn't the case. There was a lot of angst. Even if you think two kids are well matched, adults remember how transitory teenage romances are, and how unlikely they are to stand the test of time. And, of course, parents have a hard time letting their kids act married when they're not. Not to mention that I was feeling bad about having thoroughly debauched Courtney. I was pretty sure she'd still be a virgin if I'd have exerted more will power in the beginning and not gotten involved with her. Add in the fact that there had been an orgy, with us swapping partners, and the whole thing was enough to leave our heads spinning.

On the other hand, it was because of everything I'd done "wrong" that I had met Su Li, and suddenly there was a real woman in my life who was interesting, and who was interested in me.

We had ice cream again, and in the middle of it she stopped licking the cone and said "Tonight ... I be on top like that?"

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After Su Li stayed that first night, things got a little out of control. It's a good thing Courtney was on the pill, because once they started, the two of them had no control over themselves. And, to be honest, Su Li and I weren't much better. Neither of us had ever considered that there might be another person in our lives. More accurately, we just assumed that wouldn't happen. But it had been long enough for both of us that, while we still missed our spouses, there was room for someone else special. You might think it odd that, while Bobby sometimes spent the night with Courtney at her house, I never went over there and invaded Su Li's space. But if you understand her submissive nature, it wasn't odd at all. She felt comfortable coming to my bed whenever she felt the need ... which was often, and any time I asked her to come over, she was there with bells on. She loved for me to tell her what to do, at least sexually. So we both went from having no sex in our lives, to having all we wanted. And Courtney was getting enough stiff prick that she didn't come looking for mine any more. What made it even better was that Su Li and I also had other interests in common. As different as our cultural backgrouds were, age, and the culture we were actually living in created a situation in which we were comfortable with each other and liked spending time together, no matter what we were doing.

That's how March through May went. And then it was time for graduation. Courtney got a job as an intern over the summer in a law office in town, and did so well that they decided she could keep the job, if she'd go to the community college in town and get her associate's degree as a paralegal. Bobby got a job flipping burgers, but it turned out he had the kind of personality to make a good fast food boss, and he got promoted quickly. It's not glamorous, but you can make pretty good money as a manager of one of those places.

And, of course, they got married.

And while all that was going on, Su Li spent more and more time at my house, until it was finally decided that the kids could have her old house until they were making enough money to find a place they liked better, if that's what they wanted. At that time, should it ever happen, she'd just sell her house and put the money in her retirement account.

Marriage wasn't in the cards for Su Li and me, though. She had a comfortable income based on her widow's benefits, and if she married she'd lose that. We could have survived on what I made, but it was the principle of the thing, in her mind. The Army had killed her husband, and therefore they owed her what he could no longer provide.

But we could live together, and did so. And she waited too long to go on the pill. She wasn't upset. She said she'd wanted to have more children anyway, but had given up that dream when Jimmy died. Now, with my approval, she picked it up again.

The only sad thing was that Bobby, having been involved in too many contact sports, and having not worn a cup often enough, ended up with balls that made sperm with only half a tail, or something like that. At least the doctor said they didn't work like they were supposed to. The kids were doing OK, but couldn't in any way, shape or form afford in vitro fertilization.

So Courtney pulled a card out of the old deck and came to see me one day when she knew I'd be there alone.

And when she got me in bed again, with me lodged firmly between her legs, she kissed me and said...

"Now you can fuck twins in me."


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