~~~ Breakfast ~~~
I woke up in a cozy bed - in a room filled with daylight - obviously not my game-cave.
I was not alone.
I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Williams looking at my face, smiling.
"You hungry, handsome?"
"That's not the question I was hoping for," I teased, crooking an eyebrow at her, "but yes."
She started laughing - and threw the covers back to roll out of her fluffy, pillow-top bed.
I watched my sexy lover as she struggled to capture those massive mammaries - and corral them into the sports bra she'd grabbed.
She noticed me noticing.
When she bent over - to pull on the matching panties - she turned away from me, bent forward farther than was required, stepped into the leg-holes - revealing a glorious gap for me to admire - and then, slow as molasses, she slid the tight garment up her long, luxurious legs - shimmying her hips to tug them into place - finally hiding her cute kooch within.
She turned, looked me in the eyes, and bit her lower lip.
Now I knew where Kasey got that shit from.
"When I wake up from this dream, I'm going to be so, fucking, disappointed," I said. "I hope, at least, that I'm covered head-to-toe in jizz."
My former Science teacher - the Goddess of Belmont High School - started snort-laughing.
I was trying to focus on her bouncing breasts but the snorting got me - and I started laughing as well.
She put on a fluffy robe, walked around to "my side" of the bed, and threw the covers off of me - looking down at my naked body - and morning wood - that had just been bolstered by her little show.
She held out her hand, "Come, dear boy."
I took it, replying, "Yes, Beloved."
Downstairs, Kasey was sitting at the dining room table with her tablet and an empty cereal bowl.
Mrs. Williams brought the jug of milk and a couple boxes of cereal from the kitchen.
I went in search of the bowls & spoons - with a little guidance from Kasey.
As we finished our brief meal, I looked across the table, at my curvaceous lover, and raised a lusty eyebrow - checking to see if she was ready for Round 3.
"I think I need to stop before I overdo it any more - my pussy's a little sore - thanks to you."
Kasey looked up from her device, "Serves you right, acting the slut all night long!"
Her mom looked over at her - and then her mind, obviously, went sideways.
"Sorry, mom," Kasey apologized, watching her face. "I sound like grandma."
"First of all, no, you don't. Second of all, you're not wrong - and I enjoyed every minute of it," she said, briefly looking over at me to deliver that message. "I got a little carried away - trying to catch up. You just caught me off-guard and I wonder what your father would say."
"Daddy would say that you've been punished enough. 'Where's my goddess? I must supplicate.'"
Mrs. Williams started laughing, "You almost sounded like him." Her face grew a little sad. "God, I miss him!"
"Did you feel worshipped - last night," Kasey inquired, "with your twat full of Reggie's 'offering'?"
"I did," her mother admitted, replaying something in her head and smiling.
"I guarantee you - if daddy was watching from Heaven last night - he was happy for you."
"Thank you, baby. Have I told you that you're my favorite daughter?"
"Once or twice - but I won't stop you, if you want to tell me again."
Mrs. Williams got up, walked around the table, and wrapped Kasey in a hug.
"I'm not pushing you to escalate your time-table - or shortcut your analysis - but I'm seriously going to do my best to fuck your boyfriend to death before you decide you're ready for that cock of his.
"TMI, mom."
"Your father was definitely more experienced but .."
"Mother.." she growled.
Laughing, her mother said, "You know you're beautiful when your freckles all turn pink, right?"
Shaking her head in frustration, Kasey said, "If you're finished embarrassing me, I think I'll walk my boyfriend to his car."
Mrs. Williams stepped over to me, pulled my face up for a soft, sensuous kiss, and then wrapped me in a hug - squeezing my body in between my favorite twins.
She pulled back to look in my eyes, and said, "Thank you - for everything - agreeing to this crazy idea, the sex, the laughs, the sex, .."
"Mother.." Kasey warned.
The hot cheerleader - in a rose-colored, silk pajama shirt & shorts set that hid way too much - stood and extended her hand for me to take. I joined her and took the proffered hand - interlacing my fingers into hers.
On the way outside, she suggested we chat in the car - so I let her in the passenger side and went around, climbing in to join her.
"Are you busy Friday night?" I asked mischievously.
She nibbled that lower lip again - so - of course - I kissed it.
"If you're like the other guys I dated," she began, "you will quickly become tired of my frigidity."
"Frigid? Because you're not ready to fuck? You've already got me, sitting here, salivating, waiting for your little lip-nibble Pavlov's Bell .. just so I have an excuse to kiss you."
Her soft giggle was intoxicating.
".. and I hate to mention my other lovers - but I'm pretty sure any blue-balls you manage to give me - will be graciously evacuated by your nymphomaniac mother."
She laughed this time.
"She might actually only fuck you twice next week - I was really surprised when she didn't want to go another round this morning. She and daddy weren't very quiet with their love-making and the sound carries in that house late at night."
I nodded.
"Would you think I was weird if I admitted to rubbing myself, listening to them?"
"Well, I kind of wondered how you were .. um .. taking care of business. That makes more sense, kind of."
"You don't think it's weird?"
"Most guys I know are turned on by every one of their five senses - and jerk off more than once a day. I don't know that many girls but you don't seem abnormal to me."
"I really like you. I hope this works out."
"I've already told you I think every part of you is hot - including your oversized cranium - but I can repeat it if you need to hear it again."
She nibbled that lip once more.
"Seriously? You keep this shit up and you'll be riding my cock within days," I teased, as I sat back up from delivering her requested kiss.
"I will, huh?"
"Yup."
"Pretty cocky."
"Very cocky. Very cocky up your koochie."
She laughed, "You're horrible."
"You're beautiful. Can I kiss you?"
She nibbled the lip again.
I turned sideways in my seat, took her face in my palms, and looked into those crystal-blue eyes.
"You give my brain a hard-on."
She started laughing, "That's the dumbest .."
I silenced her with a kiss.
I simply pressed my lips to hers and waited for her to quit trying to talk past the contact.
When she relaxed, I kissed her - trying to pour all of my feelings into it. No tongue. No games. No dramatics. Just 'I love you' as a kiss.
I finally ended it - but still held her face - watching to see if she approved.
"That was nice," she admitted. "I guarantee it'll be at least a month before you see my pussy - and you're still a dork - but that was nice."
"I'm a very patient man. Methodical even."
"Man?"
"I'll let you decide, when you're ready."
She giggled.
I released her face.
"You definitely like to play with my head, don't you?" she grinned.
I opened my mouth to spin her words back as a double-entendre ..
"Don't even!" she laughed, throwing the palm of her hand onto my face & mouth to stop what she knew was coming.
I just laughed into her hand.
When she dropped it - but took my hand in hers - I asked, "So, can I see you Friday night?"
"Is four too early?" she asked, grinning.
"I'll make it work," I replied.
"Okay. Pick me up at four. Take me to do something fun - then we'll go to dinner - then we'll come home and 'Netflix & chill'," she said, smirking.
"Food?"
"Surprise me."
"No help. Fine. You want a surprise .."
"Nothing living!" she countered.
"Damn! Foiled again!" I said, dramatically.
She didn't take the bait but smirked.
"If you leave the parameters wide-open, it's hard to say what you might get .." I offered.
"I'll chance it," she said, grinning.
I held my thumb & forefinger to my chin, and crinkled an eyebrow, as if I were plotting.
She ignored my play-acting.
"Something fun? Any specifics or constraints for that part of the evening?" I asked.
"Not really?"
"Putt-putt?"
"Less competitive - more mentally stimulating .."
"Hmm, okay. I'll have to work on that. Do I get bonus points for creativity?"
She laughed - but gave me a quick peck on the lips - before releasing my hand, scooting to the door.
"See you Friday at four," she said, climbing out.
As she headed into the garage, she turned to look at me. I blew her a kiss.
She returned one of her own.
I pinched my arm - just to check - and then started the car, backed out, waved at the neighbor working on her flowers, and headed home.
~~~ The Inquisition ~~~
Sunday night, I got a text from a former classmate, "You seeing anyone?"
I responded with, "Yes."
"Who?"
I texted Kasey.
She informed me that she'd already gotten tagged by a different classmate - who had asked her if she was going to be busy Friday night.
Based on who the two people were, she quickly figured out that it was Grandma Williams, and her card-playing cronies, collaborating to nose around for information.
We each blocked the people who had texted us.
Wednesday night, I got to work and my boss laughed when he saw me.
"You're going to have a special delivery tonight."
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Some old lady called for you on Monday night."
"We're not open on Mondays," I laughed.
"She didn't realize she was on voicemail and was trying to get us to send you to her house with a pizza."
"What address?" I asked.
Mack grabbed a piece of paper and rattled it off.
"She called back, again, last night and I told her you didn't come in until tonight. Who is it?"
I'd just finished Googling the address.
"My girlfriend's grandmother."
"Dude! You're fucked. Anybody trying that hard to track your ass down .."
"Do I make the delivery - or go home sick?"
He thought for a minute.
I realized calling off would just be a stall-tactic and wouldn't work.
"You still have those smart-glasses - those GoPro goggle things you were trying out?"
"Yeah. At home."
"Run and grab 'em. I'll ride shotgun when you take the pizza. Hit record when you get out of the car and chat the old bag up and see what she spills. Give me a hand-signal if I need to rescue you."
I looked at his face and he was dead-serious - so I headed back out to my car, ran home, grabbed the glasses from my shelf, and cruised back to Pop's - still on time for my shift.
Two hours later, I was hurrying back from a delivery run when he met me at the door, grinning, with a pizza in his hands, "It's time."
My hands were sweating, as I drove to the address. I wiped them on my pants.
"Dude. How bad is this bitch?"
"Kasey says she's Hitler."
"Just play it cool. I want to see this video."
We pulled in front of the house. I hopped out, walked around the car - hitting record on the glasses - and took the pizza from Mack.
I knocked on the door. I could hear footsteps - not shuffling - so she wasn't that old.
The door opened.
"Pop's Pizza delivery," I said, falling into my usual speech.
"Are you Reginald Mitchell?"
I gave her a dramatic pause.
"Yes?"
"Are you dating my granddaughter, Kasey Williams?"
"I don't kiss & tell, ma'am," I said, giving away nothing.
"Yes or no?"
"If you want to know who your granddaughter is dating, you might want to pick somebody closer to the source, ma'am."
"I didn't ask for smart-mouth."
"I'm delivering a pizza, ma'am. That'll be $22.50, please."
"I don't want the pizza. It's not what I ordered. I'm cancelling the order."
I turned back to the car.
"Call the cops. We got a stiffy."
Mack stuck his thumb in the air and got on his phone.
"What?! What are you doing?"
"Standard procedure, ma'am. Happens a lot. The cops even gave us a special number to call. That's my boss in the car. His name is Mack. He's the one you talked to three different times to see when I was working - so you could bring me over here to interrogate me - and now you've got the balls to try to skip out on paying for the pizza. You may want to go ahead and find your driver's license. The cops normally ask for that while we go through the whole routine. It usually takes a couple hours - but I find it somewhat fulfilling. It pisses Mack off, though, so I hope you never want to order from us again - which kind of sucks - cuz we have the best pizza in town."
"You don't need to involve the police. I'll get my wallet. I was just messing with you."
"Right.. You may want to do that - cuz like you ordered a pizza - but you aren't holding any money - which kind of tells me you were planning this the whole time."
"Wait right here!"
She moved pretty quickly for a heartless hag.
I didn't bother to signal Mack. He hadn't called anybody. Although - I knew without looking that he still had the phone to his ear - and was nodding - and moving his lips.
"How much was it?" she asked, digging through her bills.
"$22.50"
She handed me a twenty and a five. I stared at her.
I knew - for certain - that the words, "Keep the change," had never come out of this bitch's mouth.
"We don't carry change. They tell you that when you order."
She held out her hand. I returned the bills.
It took her another five minutes of digging - but she came up with the exact amount.
While she was fucking around, I did think about asking for a tip - just to poke the bear.
I handed over the pie and turned to leave.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars to break up with my granddaughter," she offered.
I turned back to face her.
"First of all, you're a bitch for even suggesting that I could be bought off. Secondly, you're a cheap bitch for thinking $100 is worth more than your granddaughter. And, lastly, your granddaughter is hotter than 99% of the women on the entire planet, smarter than most - male or female, and one of the nicest people I've ever met. But - I get the feeling you're not trying to save her from horny young men - you're just a stingy controlling hag who probably abuses their husband mentally and emotionally - if not physically - on a regular basis. You really need to find professional help."
"Well! I never.."
"Obviously, you did at least once - cuz that's how Kasey's dad was born - am I right? Was he like a horrible person or something? Is that why you hate everybody? Kasey says he was awesome, though, so maybe his entire DNA came from her grandpa."
She goldfished.
She was standing in the doorway, holding the pizza box, with her mouth opening & closing - like an oxygen-starved guppy - gasping for breath.
I made sure I was facing her straight-on - so the glasses were getting her reaction full-frame.
The devil whispered in my ear - and I grinned - yelling loudly through the open doorway, "Mr. Williams! If you need help, just call Pop's Pizza - and order the Triple Olive Special. We'll send the police."
I turned and headed for the car.
Once I was belted in, I hit the button on the glasses to send the video to my phone, and dropped the car into gear.
Grandma Williams was still standing there, with the door hanging open.
I was pretty sure that - if the bitch had had pyrokinesis - my car would have exploded.
Mack was holding my phone.
"I had a pretty good angle - and don't really need to see the video - but your girlfriend is going to shit herself. What a bitch! I'll bet the old bag re-gifts her used underwear for Christmas presents."
That was a pretty good one - even for Mack. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. I could still barely see by the time we got back to the shop.
For the next half-hour, work came to a stand-still, at Pop's, as Mack Chromecast'd my phone to the lobby TV and all of the employees stood there to watch the replay.
I'd already had my fill of Mrs. Williams, so I took over babysitting the pies that were in the oven - and covering the phone.
The guys pretty much all high-fived me.
The girls were quieter - some of them knew Kasey - the others were just thinking about how big of a bitch this woman was.
I got a couple pats on the shoulder from one or two of them.
I asked the "mom" of the bunch if I should show the video to Kase.
"She, obviously, already knows what her grandmother is like - and I think she'll want to see it - but there's like nothing of redeeming value there," she lamented. "Sad."
I nodded.
She looked in my eyes.
"I'd almost feel sorry for her," she said, "but she's soo obviously mental. I'm really actually worried we might get an order for the Triple Olive Special."
I started to smile but realized she was serious.
I texted Kasey and told her that I had a video of a face-to-face confrontation with her grandmother. I asked her if she wanted me to save it until Friday - or get it over with now so - that it wouldn't spoil our time together.
Ten minutes later, she walked into Pop's.
We didn't even get to talk until fifteen minutes after that. Absolutely every employee in the place queued up to give her a hug and offer their condolences.
She was pretty floored by the outpouring of emotions.
Mack shuffled my deliveries to others and - by the time Kasey was free - I was off the clock.
We went out to my car.
"How bad is it?" she laughed. "Half of those people don't even know me."
I opened the door and she slid in. I nudged her to scoot over and I dropped in beside her, handing her the phone.
"Just to be clear, I didn't show it to them. Mack grabbed my phone. However, I didn't stop him."
She started the video, quiet through the whole thing.
When it ended, she hit the power-button to put it to sleep - and handed my phone back - turning to face me.
She grabbed the bottom of my chin between her thumb & forefinger and pulled my face towards her - delivering a soft kiss directly to my anxious lips.
"You really are trying to get into my pants, aren't you Mr. Mitchell?"
"I would love nothing better," I admitted.
"It wasn't perfect - and you may have just launched the Crusades - but you did good."
"We need to find a way to cut these puppet-strings of hers," I said.
"I've thought about it. I admit I got a little distracted with my Sister Wives scheme - but I've already spent several nights trying to work out a solution. Part of the problem is, I don't even know where all of the tendrils reach."
I looked into those sad, captivating eyes.
"Could I get one more of those kisses? Your grandmother stiffed me on the tip and .."
"You're horrible!" she accused, laughing.
She clenched her fists and pounded my chest.
"Hello? Pop's Pizza?", I laughed, "I'd like to order the Triple Olive Special."
"Oh..!" she growled, grabbing my head in her hands, pulling me into a fierce kiss.
I melted in the heat of the passion she was pouring into me.
The kiss got longer and longer - and turned a little feral. It reminded me a lot of the one her mother had given me, while I was tilling her garden - to get ready to deliver some seed.
When she released me, we were both gasping for air.
"Damn, girl! I can't wait until Friday!"
She reached down and grabbed my stiff cock through my jeans. I was turned on and scared - all at the same time.
"I promised you that you wouldn't get to see my pussy for a month - and - dammit! I keep my promises. Unfortunately, that means I will have to leave this car without giving you my virginity. I hope you have something special planned for Friday - because you'll have a tough time topping this."
I pulled my phone up and snapped her picture.
"You're sick. Sick. You're gonna stare at that, tonight, while you jerk off."
"I'm about to cum right now. You make me so horny. God! I want to fuck you so badly."
"What're you gonna do, naughty boy?" she asked, stroking me through my pants.
I laid my head back on the headrest and groaned, willing her not to stop until I found relief, praying she could read my thoughts.
"Switch me spots," she ordered, a minute later.
"What?!"
"I can't finger myself with my left hand. I need to switch. Trade me spots."
At that moment, I would have punched her grandmother square in the face if she'd have told me to - I would do whatever she asked - as long as there was even the slightest chance of her rubbing my cock - even if it was through my jeans.
"Fuck! You're so hot!" I moaned, picking her up by her hips, sliding left, and depositing her on the other side of me.
"Hands off the goods, wicked boy," she said, grinning evilly.
"Yes, mistress."
I hadn't even really looked at what Kasey was wearing - I'd been so worried about how she'd react to the video.
She had on a black tank-top - cropped so that her delectable belly-button was showing - with a white tennis skirt.
Her right hand was buried beneath those pristine pleats, working its way inside of her underwear, from what I could gather.
"God, you're beautiful," I groaned, my eyes feasting on her sumptuous body.
Her left hand was struggling to grip my stiff clothing-covered cock.
"Get it out," she ordered.
I moved without hesitation. I didn't know what was next - but resistance was futile.
I raised my ass off of the seat and dragged my pants & underwear to my knees without unbuckling, unbuttoning, or unzipping anything.
The air in the car filled with musk as my dick stood proudly from my naked groin - begging to be touched - a drop of pre-cum already oozing from the slit at the tip.
Kasey's soft hand wrapped around my cock and I groaned - and leaned back - trying to press my body flat - thrusting my hips up - so that she had full access to my meat - hoping, praying she'd stroke it.
I could hear myself moaning in anticipation. I didn't care. I was lost - wanton - my brain lust-addled.
Her hand slid up - towards the sensitive head - and I ground my teeth together - the pleasure almost excruciating - her stroke so slow that it was even more intense.
Afraid that, if I tried to fuck her hand, she'd stop what she was doing, I held as still as possible.
I'm not even sure I was still breathing.
Her palm reached the ridge of the crown - and moved back down again - agonizingly slow.
I began to smell her spicy musk - and hear the sounds of her fingers slipping in & out of the sensual suction of her gripping snatch.
She bumped against me repeatedly as she wiggled & squirmed - driving her fingers in & out of her needy twat - while slowly continuing to stroke my meat with her left hand.
Now at the bottom of my stiff rod, she slid her fingers around and palmed my inflated nut-sack - caressing my balls - encouraging them to work a little harder.
My testes ached painfully. My stomach was in knots. I longed for release.
Her hand slid back around - and her fingers - once again - gripped my raging prick.
Her touch was electrifying.
Her hand moved a little faster - maybe twice as fast as before.
My teeth hurt from being locked together.
Kasey's breathing was growing more ragged.
I could tell that her fingers - plunging in & out of her quim - were moving more frantically.
Whether she'd finally decided to stop tormenting me - or was just lost in her own quest for climax - her hand started rapidly pumping up & down my cock.
I wanted to look at her - her sexy body - with her fingers busy fucking that cunt that I wanted so desperately to see - to touch - to taste - to ..
"Fuck!" she shrieked, her body stiffening.
Her hand had just reached my cock-head when her orgasm hit.
Her fingers wrapped themselves around the lower-half of my angry helmet.
Lost in her climax, her fingers clenched and unclenched - clamping down on my cock & head.
Between the relentless stimulation and the primal sounds of rapture coming from the sexy woman beside me, my penis informed my testes that it was time.
My release was so powerful, I felt like my hair hurt - as the semen started rocketing from my dick.
It seemed like hours passed before my balls stopped firing.
My eyes were still closed - reveling in the intense release.
Kasey's hand was still wrapped around my cock.
I could die happy right now.
The woman, next to me gave a little shudder, relaxed, and then started laughing.
I opened my eyes - and started to turn to look over at her - to see what was so funny - when I saw it.
Her hand was still aiming my unflagging trouser schnauzer up over the dash of my car.
A huge wad of jizz was clinging to the inside of my windshield - threatening to drip down onto the dash.
Kasey slid her fingers up to steal the last bit of semen, sitting on my man-slit, bringing the corrupt seed to her mouth to taste me.
I groaned again - watching her naughty mouth work.
Her right hand withdrew, slowly, from where it had been laboring - beneath that pure, virgin white skirt.
I watched as those slick-looking fingers joined the first - and Kasey alternated licking between my juices and her own.
I wanted, so badly, to grab my cock - to jerk off to her sensuous show - but I needed, desperately, to find some Hardees napkins - to clean up my spunk - before my dash turned into a gooey mess.
I leaned to my left to reach under my seat - to see if there were any hidden there - and Kasey's hand took hold of my penis again.
"One month," she proclaimed, penalizing and promising at the same time.
I found the napkins and sat up to start the cleanup.
She released her hold on my fuck-meat and took a few napkins to help me.
"You're a messy boy."
"You got me pretty wound up."
"Moi?" she drawled, dramatically.
I laughed.
Her phone chimed.
"Mom wants to know if I'm still a virgin," she said, laughing. "I'd better get going. See you Friday."
She started to leave but then turned and snapped a picture of my cock before climbing out of the car.
"Now I've got something to jerk off to too," she laughed.
~~~ The Date ~~~
Mrs. Williams met me at the door and pulled me inside.
"You were a naughty boy."
"I've missed you too," I laughed.
"I was jealous. Kasey told me all about your hot little escapade. She ran off to finger-fuck herself after she described it to me. Her screams echoed throughout the house when she came, staring at that picture of your meat."
As she dropped to her knees, taking my pants & underwear to my ankles, I realized she was wearing the exact outfit that Kasey had worn on Wednesday.
It couldn't possibly be the same outfit, could it?
Her braless breasts were stretching the material of the tank-top to the breaking point. Her thumb-sized nipples were rock hard - seemingly trying to gnaw their way through the dark cloth.
The white skirt was too short for her adult body. Even when she was standing straight up - it didn't cover the bottom of her ass-cheeks. Squatted down in front of me ..
.. no panties - and her pussy is shaved!
"Fuck!"
The word exploded from my throat - as Mrs. Williams' mouth inhaled my cock - all the way to my ball-sack - which she tongued.
I was not trying to control her but my hands shot to the back of her head. A vertigo-like sensation reverberated through my entire body - as my brain informed the rest of me that we were under attack - from a vacuum cleaner.
"Mom!" Kasey yelled, angrily.
My hot-ass MILF lover never bobbed her head - and never relented. She just continued to Hoover my cock - with the head wedged into her throat - as her tongue stroked up & down the underside of every part of my rod that she could reach - teasing and tugging.
In what felt like seconds, my testes were offloading all cargo we carried onboard.
"Enjoy your date," she said, as she stood to her feet, grabbed my bare ass in her hands, and pulled me in for a lusty kiss.
She turned and walked away - her bare ass-cheeks bouncing - below the hem of the near-pointless skirt.
"Put my clothes in the hamper, you slut!" Kasey yelled, over her shoulder, as she walked my way.
"You ready?" she asked, grinning, and looking longingly at my stiffy.
"Oh, yeah!" I retorted.
She laughed, "Come on, then, stud. Let's see what you've planned."
It cost me a few favors but our first stop was the city's electricity generating plant.
Our former classmate met us at the back door - after buzzing us into the gated parking area.
"Nick?" Kasey asked, looking over at me, and back at my friend.
"Hey, Kasey. It's nice to see you again."
"You .. work here?"
Nick shook his head, laughing softly, "Maybe someday. My uncle does. He's in his office, running some forecast simulations - trying to plan for the summer peaks - and anticipate what the rest of the year will turn into."
She hesitated for a moment but, then, said, "So you're our tour guide?"
Nick blushed.
"That's awesome!" my date said, encouragingly, "Amaze me."
Nick stutter-froze for a second.
"Dude. She's almost as big of a nerd as us. Show us all this shit I've been dying to see in person."
His hesitation disappeared.
A little over an hour later, we were back at the same door where Nick had met us.
Kasey held out her hand. When Nick got up the courage to take it, she shook it.
"That was amazing, Nick. You really know your stuff! I even tried to stump you with what I thought were hard questions - but you never hesitated. You're either a really good bull-shitter or you're going to be an incredible electrical engineer."
Nick looked at me, lost, and back at my gorgeous girlfriend.
"Thanks," he said, a grin trying to sneak onto his face as he finally started to relax.
I offered my hand as well, which he took more easily.
"Cool stuff, dude. It was everything I'd hoped for. You're gonna rock at this - and the pay's not bad, right?"
"The classes are hard - and the field's super competitive."
"Dude. You always worry too much. Thanks for the tour. It was amazing."
I turned to open the exterior door.
"Thanks again, Nick. Very cool stuff!" Kasey said, turning to follow me.
"See you guys," he called.
"I'll call you," I said. "We'll get together. You going to Eastern?"
"I'm cheaping out," he said, "taking the easy stuff at the community college first."
"Us too," I told him. "We'll catch you for lunch sometime."
"Alright," he said, "sounds good. See you."
"See you."
In the car, Kasey said, "You're right. He's nice - and smart. I need to call my cousin. We'll take them on a double-date and see how it goes."
I raised an eyebrow at her.
"I know, I know. She's nice. She wouldn't do that shit. I'll talk to her."
I started the car.
"So - how am I doing so far?" I asked.
"Better than expected," she laughed.
"Harsh," I moaned.
"Poor baby," she chuckled. "What's next?"
Several minutes later, we arrived at the biggest park in the city.
I held her door as she got out of the car and took her hand - leading her off through the trees - to an open field down by a small, babbling creek.
I let go of her hand and laid down in the grass.
"Naptime?" she laughed.
"Come on," I said, running my fingers through the grass beside me.
"What are we doing?"
"Looking for dragons," I said, smiling.
She told me I was a dweeb - but laid down beside me anyway.
I laced our fingers together - and pulled hers to my lips to kiss them - before lowering them to the soft grass between us.
"Duck," I called out, pointing to a cloud with my left hand.
"That doesn't look like a duck," she argued.
"What does it look like, then?"
"Well, maybe a little - but it's an ugly duck," she laughed.
We studied the shifting cumulonimbus shapes, as they casually crawled across the sky - calling out figures we spotted - and arguing over what they looked like.
"Dragon!" Kasey announced.
"I'll be damned," I laughed.
"I win!" she declared.
I stood and offered her my assistance.
"What?" she asked.
"You won. Time to go claim your prize."
She accepted my help and stood - with a crinkled eyebrow.
Leading her by the hand, I headed to the right of where the car was parked - and rounded a copse of trees - to find the food cart I was seeking.
She looked over at me.
"Homemade sorbet. I think you'll like it. If not, we can hit DQ later."
I got two scoops of black raspberry; she got one of strawberry and one of peach. The peach surprised me.
We found a shady spot and plopped down in the grass to enjoy our snack.
I tried a taste of the peach and she tried my raspberry. Strawberry is not for me.
She ended up deciding that the peach was the best - followed by the raspberry. She said the strawberry wasn't bad - just not as good as the others.
I don't experiment much, when raspberry is available, but the peach was pretty good.
We were still a little early - heading to dinner - but I didn't want to include too much in the evening - or I'd quickly run out of ways to intrigue my princess.
Before I took her to Benny's Burgers, I asked how she liked her fries.
Her response was "crispy on the outside and puffy in the middle" - so I figured I was safe.
We pulled up in front of the place and she scowled at me.
I laughed, knowing that would be her reaction - it's not much to look at.
I helped her out of the car, and led her inside.
"Hey, Cindy!" she squealed, seeing one of our old classmates behind the counter.
"Kase!"
Cindy ran out from behind the counter, they squeezed each other - I imagined the two of them doing that while completely naked - in a small pool - filled with lime gelatin - and then she returned to her post.
"I've never seen you in here before," she said.
Kasey pointed at me.
"Hey, Reg. The usual?" she grinned.
"Yeah - and the same for Kasey."
"You think she can eat all that?" she laughed.
"She needs her energy," I teased, "I've got some strenuous physical activity planned for later."
"Oh my god, Reg!" she cackled, "You're horrible."
She looked over at Kasey, who just grinned.
Cindy gaped at her.
"He's mostly kidding," Kasey laughed.
"Have you two ..?" she began to ask.
"Haven't gotten that far yet. He's still got the training wheels on. If the rumors we heard from Carol are anything to go by, though, he's packin'."
Cindy snort-laughed.
"You're both horrible. Two specials, coming up. It'll be about ten minutes. Holler if you can't find a clean booth."
I handed her my debit card and we went to find seats.
"Cin?" I called back.
"Yeah?"
"You got peach shakes?"
I looked at Kasey and she shrugged, but nodded.
"Yeah."
"Give us a jumbo peach and a jumbo black raspberry too, will ya?"
"You're both gonna need doggie bags and to-go cups," she laughed.
"Probably," I admitted, grinning.
Kasey found a booth.
I sat across from her - but put my hands on the table, palms up. She laid hers on mine.
"How'd I do?"
"I'll let you know after I try the fries," she grinned.
"I think you'll like the burgers too. The only person who has ever complained was Carol."
"You brought her here?"
"She never stopped bitching about it. Expected fine dining and a cunt full of my cock-snot. She never got either one."
Cindy arrived with the shakes and the receipt - which I signed - after adding a big tip.
She couldn't help but look at it, "Thanks, Reggie. You're always good to me."
"I live on tips too, remember? I should show you this video I have of this horrible customer I had this week .."
I looked over at Kasey.
Cindy was noticeably curious.
Kasey turned to her.
"My grandmother - dad's mom - called Pop's and ordered a pizza - just to get Reggie to her house - and then tried to pay him to break up with me. Reggie threatened to call the cops when she told him she didn't want the pizza - and then he told her what a manipulative shit she was for trying to bribe him to dump me."
Cindy looked back and forth between the two of us, processing it all.
"Good job, Reggie. You've always been a stand-up guy."
"Thanks, Cindy."
The cook hollered that our order was ready and she went to get our food.
"How much cheese is on that thing?!" Kasey gasped as Cindy brought the tray over.
Our mutual friend beamed, "Two fresh quarter-pound patties, grilled until the edges are a little crispy, swimming in cheese - one on the top, one on the bottom, and one in the middle. Real government cheese - not that veggie-oil, cheese-flavored shit they sell at the store."
Kasey looked at the huge burger in front of her and started to ask - but Cindy knew what was coming - and pulled a steak knife out of her apron to hand to her.
"Shit!" Kasey exclaimed as she started trying to cut into the thing.
I had created a small lake of ketchup on my plate - and put the bottle where she could reach it.
I scooted to my right - and Cindy smiled and plopped down next to me - to watch Kasey's face.
I took my big, fluffy napkin - unfolded it - and spread it across the front of my shirt.
I picked up Kasey's and handed it to her as she finished cutting the meat monster in half.
She looked at the napkin - and then at my chest - shrugged - and followed suit.
I took the steak knife and carved my beef behemoth into two large sandwiches.
I put down the knife and got a grip on the first half - looking over at Kasey - who was trying to figure out how to grab it.
"Just pick it up - there's no other way - lean over the plate a little - but make sure that napkin stays in place or you'll be an even bigger mess.."
"Like the windshield of your car - the other day - after our little play-time?"
Cindy's eyebrows shot up and Kasey just cackled. She picked up the massive double-decker and brought it to her mouth for her first bite.
I was already two bites in - glad for the distraction - when she started spilling secrets to Cindy.
"Well?" I asked, as she swallowed the first bite.
"Carol was an idiot. This is the best damned burger I've ever had!"
"Carol will always be an idiot," I said, "and I knew you'd like it. You're a meat eater."
Cindy's head spun to look at me.
"You're evil," Kasey groaned. "I barely touched you with my hand before you came all over your dash - there's no way that fire hose is coming anywhere near my mouth .."
"Cumming - your mouth?" Cindy giggled. "You've got a little something, right here," she said, pointing at the corner of her evil grin.
"Seriously?" Kasey laughed, "You're as bad as him."
She bit into her burger for the second taste.
A half-hour later, we were both stuffed.
Cindy put the rest of our burgers in to-go boxes - along with two big Styrofoam cups - holding the remainder of our creamy shakes. A pile of fries still littered our plates - but we had finally admitted defeat.
As we neared the counter - to head towards the door, Kasey said, "Cindy, tell the cook that was amazing."
"Daddy," Cindy called back through the window, "you free?"
A large aproned, mustached man came through the swinging doors.
Kasey extended her hand, "Best damned burger I've ever had - and the fries were perfect. I'm just sad that I couldn't finish half of it."
Cindy's dad looked over at me.
"She's a lot smarter, nicer - and cuter - than that other gal. You should probably try to hang onto this one," he chuckled.
"I'll do my best, sir," I said, shaking his hand as well. "The shakes were good too."
"Thanks, son. Always nice to see you. Tell your mom 'Hey' for me."
"Will do."
I turned to Kasey.
"Is there like a smaller version I can order, next time, so I don't feel like I'm throwing away half of your work?" she asked him.
"I gotcha, Kase," our classmate promised.
"Thanks, Cindy. We'll be back - maybe not next week - but soon."
"See you guys," she said - as we headed to the door.
"Hey, Reg," she called to me, as second later.
"Yeah?"
"You need any napkins for the car?" she said, laughing.
"Very funny," I groaned, opening the door for my overstuffed girlfriend - who was laughing just as loudly.
In the car, Kasey turned to me, "What about Cindy and Nick?"
"What happened to your cousin?"
"Plan B. I really liked Nick. I want to get him a girlfriend."
"Maybe. I don't know what Cindy's really looking for. She's so casual about everything. Nick's really serious. I don't know - it might work."
"What if we bring him here?"
"We could. Cindy's biggest problem is that her dad doesn't have anybody else to work the counter - she's almost already married - to her job."
"That's kind of sad."
"Yeah. I mean - she doesn't complain - but I've never seen her go out just to have fun."
"I'll have to think about it," she mused.
"Tell you what, I'll call Nick and we'll bring him here in two weeks. We'll see if anything sparks - but no meddling - clean room."
"Fine," she conceded, a little grumpily.
As we rode along, she took my right hand and laced her fingers through mine.
"You're right," she admitted. "Nick needs the real deal - not something I've manipulated."
"I know you're just trying to help," I told her, encouragingly.
"You're smarter than you look," she said, laughing.
I tried to look like I'd been mortally wounded.
~~~ The Inspection ~~~
The door had barely closed before Kasey's mom had my pants around my ankles and was fondling my cock & balls like a TSA agent.
"Mom! Behave!" Kasey barked. "You just had that thing down your throat like two hours ago. Nothing happened - and he's still mine for another hour."
".. but, Baby .." she complained.
Kasey handed her the to-go containers.
"Try these. If you're a good girl, maybe we'll take you with us next time."
I pulled my pants up as Mrs. Williams headed to the kitchen with the leftovers.
I dropped my sandwich & drink on the table - and plopped onto the couch. Kasey snuggled in beside me.
"Sit on my lap?" I asked her.
"Why?"
"So I can see your eyes."
"You just want to rub your boner against my ass," she accused.
"Just a bonus .." I said slyly.
She stood and started to sit across my legs.
"Face me?" I begged.
"You're just trying to get me to dry hump you!"
"I promise I will not move - unless you tell me to."
From the kitchen, between bites, her mother said, "Grinding your clit against his boner is not sex - and it will seriously improve your disposition."
"Not helping," Kasey growled, over her shoulder.
She did, however, straddle my lap - with her feet by knees and her knees beside my hips on the couch.
I tucked my hand under her arms and I wrapped my arms around her.
"You said you wouldn't move," she growled.
The arm-chair quarterback, in the next room, yelled, "False start! Five yard penalty! Repeat the first down."
Kasey's frustration with her mother was the only thing that exonerated me for failing to follow directions - although - in my defense - I thought it had been obvious that I was talking about movement below the waist ..
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
"How did I do tonight?" I asked.
"Are you this insecure? This is like the tenth time you've asked."
"I want to please you," I said, "I seriously like you - I'm not just trying to make your spreadsheet come true."
"What a dolt! I obviously missed a calculation somewhere," she said, chortling at me.
She released the hug, pulled my face in for a quick teaser-kiss, and said, "You did well. Maybe even good enough for a reward."
At that point, she made a little circle with her hips - and my boner ground around on the fly of her blue jeans.
"Fuck! Kasey!" I moaned.
"Illegal Motion! Five yards," Mrs. Williams yelled, between bites.
Kasey grabbed my shoulders and started grinding her mons around on my stiffy.
She closed her eyes. She seemed to be fixing a finish line in her mind.
"Can I hold your hips?"
"No."
"Touch your breasts?"
"No."
"Your face?"
"No."
"Can we do this with just our underwear on?"
"Definitely not."
I leaned back against the back of the couch and let her frig herself on my dick-bump.
It was stimulating me a little - but it wasn't going to get me off unless I could participate more fully.
When her moaning intensified, I looked up at her face - determined - focused - climbing her own personal mountain.
"Tease my nipples - but nothing else - through the shirt," she commanded.
Those tight little 22-calibre points where rubbing against the inside of her top.
I reached thumb & forefinger of each hand up and nipped at the tiny buds. When I finally caught one, she hissed at me.
"Enough!"
I went back to being a human sex-doll.
She was still, obviously, gorgeous - but the intense focus on her face was a little distracting.
All of a sudden, she ripped off her shirt and bra, calling out, "Suck my tits, my nipples, everything!"
I grabbed her rib-cage and started devouring her firm, delectable titties.
I licked, sucked, nipped, and nibbled her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples.
I had just started getting into it when she started yelling, "Stop! Stop! I can't stop. Fuck! Help me, Reg!"
She was still writhing on my hard-on.
"What do I need to do?" I asked - looking at her anguished face.
"Too fast. I'm losing control. Help!"
Despite every primal instinct within me, I grabbed her hips, lifted her off of my lap, turned her sideways, set her across my legs, and pulled her to my chest - hugging her.
"You're okay. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed your boundaries."
She was sobbing, her breath gasping.
Her hand was between her legs - covering her sensitive sex.
I held her half-naked, trembling body and tried to do what I could to calm her.
She was doing that thing where you kind of hiccup from crying too hard.
I pulled her head to my lips and softly kissed her right temple.
"I'm sorry, Kase," I whispered.
She was still looking off, across the room.
"It was me too," she sniffled. "I want this. I want you. I love you. I hate you. I adore you. I despise you. I knew this wouldn't be easy. You make it harder cuz you're already turning into that copy of daddy that I have so desperately wanted for so long."
I hugged her closer.
Her face cleared - and I could see her brain working overtime.
"I will keep my promise," she stated finally. "I said a month. February has 28 days - which is four weeks. It's been six days; tomorrow will be seven. Three weeks from tomorrow - assuming I don't find out you're hiding something horrible from me - I will give you my virginity."
"So .." I began.
"What?" she asked, conflicted, still looking across the room.
"We have three weeks to figure out how this is going to work - the three of us."
She pulled back a little and looked at me.
"Up to now," I explained, "you've been able to consider my past girlfriends as historical. To a degree, I think you're doing the same thing with my relationship with your mom."
"Kind of," she admitted.
"You don't have to decide anything now - and I know you've thought about it - but this - three weeks from now - things get weird - or they get awkward - or uncomfortable."
From her seat, at the table, Mrs. Williams called out, "I'm all caught up. I can go another two years now."
Kasey laughed, "Like hell! I'm sure you've watched that video of your face when Reggie was fucking you. You're just gonna shut that off?"
"I can," she retorted.
Kasey turned to her and said, "I don't doubt that. You already have - and I know you're strong enough - but it wouldn't be right."
I kissed the side of her head again.
"You sound like you've already got this figured out," I chuckled.
"My brain does - but I know what you were asking me. Can my heart handle it? The answer, ultimately, is that I will make it - but - yeah - I've got a couple weeks to get myself ready for this - while still anticipating your naughty cock destroying my hymen."
"We should probably sit farther apart - if you're going to talk about my cock being inside of your pussy," I chuckled.
She gave me a light peck on the lips.
"You just make it worse when you do shit like that, you know?" she accused.
"What'd I do?" I asked.
"I think you know, Mr. Adorable. Now get your lumpy cock out of the crack of my ass."
"Speaking of ass ..?" I asked, evilly.
"That's a hard 'no', buster. Get that shit out of your head right now."
I threw my hands up in surrender.
"Just playin'. You don't touch mine and I won't touch yours."
"You don't like a finger in your ass when you're cumming?" the MILFy teacher asked from the kitchen. "You don't know what you're missing."
"Mom!" Kasey complained.
"Yeah, TMI," I laughed.
I twirled a fingertip around Kasey's naked right areola.
"WTF?! Dude. Hands?"
"Sorry," I grinned, sheepishly. "You realize you're a succubus, right?"
"You should probably put some clothes on dear," her mom agreed.
"Well, he should be all primed for a little quality time with his favorite Science teacher," Kasey told her.
"I said she was the hottest; I never said she was my favorite," I retorted, grinning evilly.
Mrs. Williams crossed her arms over her chest, covering her milk-jugs, with a huff.
"You know I'm just funning, right?" I laughed, trying to extricate myself from the awkward silence that ensued.
"Right. If my finger - just accidentally - ends up in your rectum while we're having sex - I'm just 'funnin'."
My heart froze in my chest.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked Kasey.
She howled with laughter, turned to straddle my lap again, grabbed my face, and gave me a smoldering kiss - while grinding herself on me again.
When she'd finished taking my breath away, she stood up, grabbed her top from the couch, and headed upstairs, yelling, "I'm gonna turn my music waaay up, mom. Have fun!"
She cackled as she turned down the hall.
I heard the refrigerator door shut - and turned to find everything cleared from the table - while my former Anatomy teacher was removing the last of her clothes.
She laid on her back - on the dining room table - wearing nothing but a pair of white socks - with lace at the ankles - and hard leather, glossy black shoes with 1-inch heels. She raised her head to look at me. She was wearing the pair of glasses that made her look like a hot librarian.
She pulled her knees up, reached between her thighs to grab a hold of the heels on her shoes, and pulled them back - spreading her glorious sex open for the world to see.
In my hurry to get from the couch to my lover, I tripped over my feet and collided with the recliner - nearly breaking my dick in half.
Her hefty breasts were corralled by her arms, as they reached down her body. Her huge nipples were completely erect - and were pointing at her pussy.
Kasey had talked as if her mom & dad fucked all of the time - but this pussy wasn't a raggedy mess. It wasn't the perfect pink of a virgin - but it was super-attractive - especially when paired with the rest of her sexy body.
I didn't bother undressing; I just threw my pants & shorts to my ankles and - cock in hand - lined myself up to enter Heaven.
"I have an offering for you, Goddess," I proclaimed, sliding my penis into her velvety tightness.
My God! She is glorious!
Even without the little hot-secretary affectations, this woman was a vision of sexuality.
.. and, her body felt even better than it looked.
"Fuck!" I groaned, as I bottomed out inside of her.
"Yes!" she hissed, in agreement.
I paused - to savor the thrilling stimulation - and get enough air into my lungs to ask my question.
"Fucking or love-making?"
"I'm a naughty mommy, having sex with my daughter's boyfriend. I'm a slut. Fuck me like the whore I am. Punish my pussy - but I don't deserve your seed - shoot it all over me."
Her body had me rock-hard.
Her outfit had my balls aching.
Her words - the forbidden pictures she drew in my mind ..
I was going to fuck the shit out of this beautiful woman.
I slowly slid my stiff cock out of her slippery channel.
She whimpered as it left.
I gave her a second to appreciate the absence.
The air - in the room - was cool on my slick penis.
I took my cock in my hand - and used it like a flyswatter - to punish her slit & clit.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
Worried I'd cum too fast if I used my cock, I slid two fingers into her quim - fucking them in & out of her - as my other hand rubbed little circles around on her clit.
When she seemed to be approaching an orgasm, I stopped, removing all stimulation for a few seconds, and then swatted her sex with my cock a few more times.
I took another break - and then repeated the process - bringing her back to the edge - causing her whimpers to intensify - and then spanking her pussy, again, with my danger noodle.
After the third time - I stopped completely.
Dick still in my hand - I lined up with her entrance - millimeters from her soft folds - no contact - so she wouldn't know what I was planning.
I reached my left hand around her raised leg & thigh, grabbed on, and drove my penis into her pussy - burying myself to the root - and throwing my right hand around the other leg to make sure I had a firm grip.
The air was forced from her lungs by the unexpected intrusion.
I did not give her time to recover.
Holding tightly to her legs, I started plowing my cock in & out of her clenching cunt.
I slid my hands lower - to where her legs met her hips - to strengthen my hold - driving in - each time - as hard & fast & deep as I could go.
"Whose cock is this?" I demanded, continuing to fuck her mercilessly.
"Kasey's," she moaned.
"Whose?"
"Kasey's."
I was getting close.
"Do you want my seed?"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"I want your children. Breed me!"
"Did you ask Kasey?"
"No," she frowned, sadly - her emotions raw - I couldn't tell if we were still role-playing.
I felt my ball-sack whither and yanked my fuck-meat out of my lover - to shotgun my spunk back & forth across her body.
She convulsed each time my hot jizz splashed onto her gorgeous figure.
Her eyes were open - watching the jets of semen shoot from my dick.
She looked happy & sad - all at the same time.
She'd gotten what she'd asked for - but she looked disappointed just the same.
When my AK-47 ran out of ammo, I asked her, "Did you cum yet?"
"A little one - but I'm close," she admitted.
I leaned forward and captured her amazing ass in my hands, burying my face in her spicy sex.
She cooed at me.
I followed all of the instructions she'd given me in our previous lessons - the things to help both of us enjoy the act even more - licking, nipping, nibbling, and sucking.
I used my tongue to visit every part of her that I could reach - to stimulate every erogenous zone - cleaning her - adoring her - making oral love to my beautiful partner.
I looked up across her jizz-covered body to see her staring straight into my eyes.
I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.
Her fingers were slowly rubbing my seed into her ripe melons - swirling it around her areolas and nipples.
I could sense - and hear - her climax approaching.
Her body was tensing - her pussy was clasping - her clit was rigid.
I licked, rapidly, from the top of her perineum to her clit - sucked on the stiff bud for a second - and dropped back down to do it again.
Her body tensed and she moaned.
A second later, a short burst of her juices splashed onto my tongue as she screamed, "Fuck!"
I stayed there - tongue pressed against her pearly gate - to enjoy her sexy writhing - and reduce the amount of cleanup we'd have to do.
When she let go of her heels - and her legs flopped down on either side of me - I stood to help her rise.
She grinned, evilly, as she hugged her body to mine - smearing my spend all over the front of my outfit.
I laughed into her mouth as she captured my face to give me a wicked kiss.
"Oh, look," she said, grinning, as we separated. "Your clothes are dirty. I guess we'll just have to sleep naked."
I wanted to be mad at her.
I really did.