~~~ Saturday ~~~
In the morning, Kasey and I straightened up the front room while the moms started on breakfast - real breakfast - not just bowls of cold cereal.
The doorbell rang and Kasey went to see who was there. I heard her gasp in alarm and ran across the front room towards the foyer - to meet Grandma Williams hurrying in - having shoved her way past her granddaughter.
"What the fuck, Grandma?" Kasey yelled, catching up to her.
I stood in her path, "What do you want?"
"Who's that hussy?" she asked, looking past me, over my shoulder.
I didn't really need to turn to look - since there was only one person in the house that she didn't know - but I did anyway. Of course she was looking at my mother - whose eyes were open wide.
"Not that it's any of your fucking business - but that happens to be my mother."
She didn't even have the decency to look chagrined at calling my mother a whore. She was peering around the front room - apparently looking for evidence of some misdeed.
"You are trespassing," I informed her. "Leave now or I will call the police."
"You wouldn't dare. I own this house."
I ignored her phishing attempt. I hadn't seen the papers but I was pretty sure the deed was in Mr. & Mrs. Williams' names - regardless of how much Kasey's grandmother had donated to the cause.
"You remember your police officer friend from the other day? I just happen to have his business card in my pocket. He specifically told me that - if I had ANY concerns - I should call him. Did you know that he confirmed that it was your number that called in that tip? He added that information to the police report that he filed."
Looking around the room and - obviously - not finding the den of iniquity that she'd expected - she stepped back.
"Fine. I'm leaving."
As she turned to go, I cleared my throat and said, "Just so you know, there will be an order of protection on this house by the end of the day. If you need to talk with Kasey or her mom in person, you can call and make an appointment to meet them at a public place."
She harrumphed but, otherwise, didn't respond. She did, however, slam the door on her way out.
I followed her - to make sure she'd actually left - and wasn't hiding somewhere in the house.
I waited until her Lincoln backed out - and then pulled away. There was a new tire on the driver-side rear.
I returned to the kitchen - where all three of the women in my life were staring at me.
I looked at mom and said, "Welcome to the Grandma Hates Me Club."
"No wonder Grandma Mitchell said bad things about her."
"What did your grandma say, Reggie?" Mrs. Williams asked me.
Kasey looked at her mom and said, "Nothing nice - and Grandma Mitchell is a lovely person - so that should be enough said. I would assume her memories of her former classmate were unembellished. The simplest response to your question would be that the woman has been this way all of her life."
Mrs. Williams nodded.
Mom stepped over and wrapped an arm around her, "I'm so sorry."
Kasey's mom sniffled, "I loved her son - and he loved me. He gave me Kasey. It was worth it."
Kasey joined the hug.
Meanwhile, I texted the police officer - making good on my threat to have an OP on the place by the end of the day.
When the sniffles had diminished, I said, "Kase?"
"Yeah?"
"Guess who had a new tire on their car?"
She started laughing so hard that she was holding her sides.
As we finished making - and then devouring - our breakfast, Kasey and I relayed the rest of the story about Grandma Williams' new tire.
When we had finished the tale about our protest against the neighborhood peeping Tom, my mother-in-law got out of her chair, walked over to me, and kissed me on the mouth, saying, "Thank you, Reggie."
My mom raised her eyebrows but said nothing.
I went to help Kasey's mom with the dirty dishes and she bent over the open dishwasher and turned to give me a wicked look.
I started belly-laughing.
Mom, of course, asked what was going on.
I told her that - the last time Mrs. Williams & I had been loading the dishwasher - there had been a mishap and Kasey's mom had ended up soaked.
"Yeah, that thing's a little sensitive," Kasey added, "you've gotta be careful about which buttons you're pushing."
Mom just smiled as the three of us giggled.
When mom & I had collected our things, Kasey & I gave Mrs. Williams hugs & kisses. I didn't make the kiss too long - but mom didn't even react this time - even though I know she noticed that I kissed Kasey's mom on the mouth again. Mom stepped up and gave her a hug as well. She suggested that Mrs. Williams keep the house locked up while the two of us were meeting with Pastor John.
As we headed to the door, I reminded her that the wedding party was going to the waterpark for the afternoon - and that we wouldn't be back until around dinner time.
She responded that she'd have something hot for me to eat when I returned.
I started to reply but Kasey swatted me on the ass and shoved me out the front door.
My mom just looked back and forth between the three of us.
Mom drove us home.
I ran in to grab my cinch-sack for the waterpark - and my car keys. I gave her a hug - and a kiss on the cheek - on the way out the door.
Pastor John asked us how we were doing, what problems had come up, and how we'd resolved them. We mentioned that Kasey's grandma was being a pest but that, otherwise, we thought we had most everything handled.
He offered a few more topics about maintaining a happy relationship and then prayed with us. As we left, he told us to call if we had any questions but that - otherwise - he would see us Friday at the rehearsal.
We told him that he was welcome to join us for dinner at Benny's after practice and he said he might come - commenting that he really enjoyed their burgers & fries.
Kasey and I hit the taco truck for lunch and then headed to the waterpark.
When she came out of the locker room, she had on a black one-piece that had hot pink trim & spaghetti straps. She looked amazing. I felt my cock rising to greet her and I did nothing about it. Fuck - she was hot!
She smiled, shyly, at me and I noticed that her nipples were hard. I wanted to touch her so badly - but I'd already agree to be good.
Nick showed up next. He paused, briefly, looking at my fiancée and then told her she looked gorgeous. He was being completely genuine and Kasey took the compliment with a smile. We walked over and sat on the edge of the shallow pool - waiting for the others to arrive.
Cindy was, obviously, worried about her curves - and tried to hide it with a swim-dress. It was cute but she would have done her body more justice to go bold. Curves aren't my thing - but - it was pretty obvious that Paul liked what he saw. The lifeguard yelled at him to go easy with his hands.
Natalie came out in a one-piece like Kasey's - but Nat's had a printed design down the front - where Kase's was plain.
The eye-catching part of Natalie's suit, however, was the zipper - outlined in white - that ran from her neck to her navel. It was zipped all the way up - but the allure was that she could make it as sexy as she wanted - whenever she wanted.
A stream of curse words came out of Nick's mouth that would have had Pastor John worried.
I suggested we go hit the waterslides and Nick complained that he wasn't going to be able to stand up for a little while. Natalie glided over and offered him her hand - but he still wouldn't get up.
She leaned over, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear. The next thing I knew, he was leading the way to the waterslides.
When Kasey asked her what she had said to him to get him to move, she replied that she told him, "The longer it takes you to move, the lower I unzip my zipper."
Kasey laughed but then leaned closer and whispered, "Looks like Nick's packin', Cuz..." I only heard what she said because she was holding my hand as we walked through the crowds. Natalie punched her in the arm and giggled.
It's probably not very nice to admit, but, I'm proud to say my girl was getting more looks than anybody else in the place. "If they only knew ...," I thought. "Her mother is just as hot."
Kasey's cousin, Natalie, was no slouch either - and so gentle with my friend. I was ecstatic with how things seemed to be turning out for Nick.
Three hours later, we had done just about everything there was to do - and were relaxing on the lazy river - when Paul got caught trying to slide his dick into Cindy on the two-person inner-tube - and we were asked to leave.
Cindy was fairly unapologetic. She told the lifeguard this was the first time she'd had a boyfriend who was brazen enough to try to fuck her in public and she was pretty damned happy about it. The lifeguard apologized but stated that she was just following the rules. She suggested that Cindy take him to Coney Island or the zoo.
Outside, at the park entrance, Kasey talked a passerby into taking a few pictures of the wedding party. I realized, at that moment, that we didn't have anybody lined up to take photos of the ceremony. After we said our good-byes, as Kasey and I walked to the car, holding hands, I asked her about it. She said Natalie's little sister was pretty good with a camera and she'd give her a buzz.
When she turned to answer me, she caught me leaning backwards to watch her ass as we approached the car. She released my hand and reached down to stroke my hard-on through my swimsuit. I moaned.
She sprinted ahead, laid her towel on the hot hood of the car, and hopped up to sit on the edge - opening her arms for me to cuddle.
I advised her that this was not a good idea - my cock hardening even more at the sensual buffet before my eyes. She stayed put, inviting me in.
I think she expected a kiss - but I dove into her arms and started nibbling the rigid bumps on the front of her suit. Her fingers twined into my hair as she gasped and then started giggling.
I hugged her tight body and chewed and sucked her breasts through the cloth. I leaned back and then looked down - spying one more bump that needed attention.
As I leaned into her arms - pressing my lips (finally) to hers, I teased my middle finger up the little camel-toe in her suit and lightly stroked that other bump.
Kasey hissed, "Fuck, Reggie!"
I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her from the car-hood and held her to myself. Her legs went around my waist - ankles locking behind my ass. My hard-on was very close to its happy place. I kissed her hard - and she returned every bit of it.
"Damn, Kase! I don't know if I can wait a week!"
She giggled, "Play nice, or you're going into time-out, mister."
"Fuck, Kasey! I'm starving here and you're a damned buffet!"
She hung from my body - her arms and legs locked around me. My cock was trapped - pressed up against her kooch. The urge to rip her thin swimsuit off of her and pound my cock into her virgin pussy was threatening to usurp control.
She giggled and kissed me - her fingers working through my hair - turning me on more - making my stiffy worse.
"Kasey ..." I growled.
"Poor, poor, Reggie ..." she teased, nibbling the edge of my jaw.
"Unless you want to lose your virginity in the parking lot of Wacky Waves, we need to stop."
She giggled, but - after claiming one more kiss - released her hold on me - and slid down to stand on her own.
I picked up her towel, folded it twice, handed it to her, and opened her door. Once she was in, I went around to my side.
I slid behind the wheel - into an arm around my shoulder, a kiss on my cheek, and a little thigh-stroking that was turning into a hand-job.
"Girl - you are playing with fire," I warned.
She giggled, released me, and slid clear over to lean against her door.
I'd been in trouble - but now I was missing her touch. As I made my way through to the exit, I looked over to see that her suit was half-way off. She was tweaking a nipple with her left hand as her right was rubbing up and down the crotch of her suit.
"Fuck! Kasey! You're gonna kill us!" I complained.
"Eyes on the road, big boy," she laughed.
I pulled over to the shoulder, put the car in park and turned to face her.
"You cannot expect me not to watch you, vixen. Fuck! You're lucky I haven't already jammed my cock into that pussy of yours."
She must've finally seen the flames in my eyes. She laid the towel on her lap, rubbed her forefingers around her nipples one last time, and then pulled the suit back up. Her one act of rebellion was to leave the hot-pink spaghetti straps dangling under her armpits.
"I'm horny, Reg," she moaned.
"I can definitely appreciate that, Kase, but you cannot expect me to control myself while I watch you do that. I either need to be able to take care of myself while you are - or I need to help you."
"You could jack off while you drive us home," she offered, a wicked look on her face.
"I'd be watching you rub yourself off and wreck us, baby."
"Fine. Drive us home. I'm sure mom can keep you busy while I get myself off."
Looking at my crotch, she said, "Did your dick just get bigger?"
"Probably," I admitted. "You and your mother do bad things to me."
Kasey giggled, "... and you love it."
I nodded, dropped the car into drive, and headed for Mulberry Street - trying not to think about how I could physically get my dick into my wife and my mother-in-law at the same time. I failed.
"Kase?" I asked, as I spotted the Pedo-Van, parked directly across the street from #24.
"Don't know. We'll ask mom if she's talked to Mrs. Jordan."
We both looked at the vehicle as I pulled in. Kasey waited on the sidewalk; I headed over to see if anybody was in it.
I couldn't find any people in or around it. There were a couple small holes on each side - much like the camera lens on my Google Glass knock-offs. There was a dash-cam above the rear-view mirror - but I couldn't tell if it was on or not. I didn't see anything in the back - but assumed there was another one there.
I was guessing that Grandma Williams had finally hired that private investigator - or was just making her actions more overt - while carefully skirting my rules of engagement.
Mrs. Williams was standing there, buck-assed naked, when we closed the door.
"Kasey," she started to ask.
"Hold a sec, mom. Have you asked Mrs. Jordan about the van?"
"What van?"
"There's a surveillance van, sitting in front of her house. Probably Grandma's PI," she said.
"I'll call her after Reggie fucks me. I promise!"
Kasey turned to me, "Couch. Naked. Sitting."
I moved to obey - struggling to get my pants off with my cock & balls inflating at the thought of fucking the hot MILF who was standing there, watching me undress, and salivating.
Kasey started to tell her mother to go get her phone but realized the cougar had already targeted its prey and was moving to attack.
I was barely seated before the sexy Science teacher had straddled me - stuffing her breasts into my mouth at the same time she was stuffing my cock into her quim.
She seemed to be managing the pace of things downstairs - so I contented myself with nursing on her fabulous fun-bags.
"It's ringing," Kasey said, as she handed her mother the phone.
"What? No!" she said, as her hand reflexively wrapped around the device.
Staring daggers at her daughter, she put the phone to her ear.
I continued feasting on her breasts as I used my hips to thrust my anxious cock in & out of her vagina as she talked to the neighbor.
"Mrs. Jordan? Kelsey Williams.
She looked into my eyes and I darted forward to give her a peck on the lips.
"He's a sweetie! Yeah. He's actually helping me with something right now."
Peeling the top of her swimsuit down and dropping onto the couch next to us, my beautiful bride-to-be giggled, "Yeah. Clearing out more cobwebs..."
Kasey massaged her tight breasts and squeezed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. My cock got bigger, watching her titillate herself.
Kasey reached over and pinched her mother's nipples until she had her attention. "Van," she said.
"Hey, Deloris? Does that van in front of your house belong to a guest?
Her first orgasm took her. She reached to put her hand on my shoulder - to steady herself - and missed - shoving my head back as she palmed my face - and held on.
"Oh!
She threw the phone towards the arm of the couch and it slid into the corner. Her hand on my face wrapped around my jaw - and the other one clamped onto the other side. She kissed me hard and started fucking herself on my pulsing pole, growling.
My mouth and cock were busy - but my hands were free. I ravaged her breasts for a couple minutes - until I felt her next orgasm coming - whereupon I grabbed her ass and started forcefully pounding her tight body down onto my lap - stuffing her slippery pussy with my aching member - over & over again.
"Fuck! Kasey! Go find your own husband. I'm keeping this one."
I glanced over at my fiancée - a little worried about her response - but she just laughed. "He's my husband, bitch - but if you're a good mommy, I'll share him."
"Fuckkkk, Kasey! I'm cumming again!" she cried out.
I had to release her ass and grab her ribs. She was getting a little loose in the saddle and I was worried she was going to topple.
"Don't cum yet," Kasey ordered me - just as I was getting ready to flip her mother around and fuck her senseless. "Finger me."
She grabbed my right arm, slid her ass in next to her mother's leg, and leaned back into me, shoving my hand down the front of her swimsuit - which was bunched up around her waist.
"Oh! Yes!" her mother cooed - as my cock lurched inside of her - as my palm slid across my fiancée's mons - and onto her silky-smooth labia. I could feel her thin landing strip tickle my wrist.
"Kasey ..." I warned.
"Mom, ride Reggie's cock while he fingers my cunt. I'm so horny!"
Mrs. Williams took her daughter's jaw in her left hand, leaned forward, and gave her a tender kiss on the cheek.
My face was up against Kasey's neck. My left hand was holding her body to mine. My right was exploring her forbidden realms. My nose was buried in her hair - just behind her right ear - filled with the scent of her shampoo, a little chlorine, and a little sweat.
"Kasey ..." I moaned, as I rubbed my palm and fingers across her smoothly-shaven entrance.
"I'm already wet," she said. "Just slide a finger in. No peeking! You still can't see it - but I need a little of you inside of me. You've got me all worked up and I don't want to take care of it myself this time."
"Oh, baby ..." I moaned. "This is a bad idea!"
"Just go slow. I'll be fine. In another week, it'll be your dick."
"Better get two or three fingers in there, then," her mom advised.
"One at a time ..." Kasey told her.
She gasped a little as I teased the first digit of my middle finger between her outer lips.
"Reggie!!" she keened.
She was wet - but fuck was she tight! I worked that first digit around, slowly.
Kasey tried to open her legs - and lean back - and ended up with her shoulders nestled between her mother and I. I held her up - stealing a kiss - as she mauled her breasts, while I dug my middle finger deeper & deeper into her tight trench.
I focused on her fuck-hole mostly - but gave a little love up & down her slit - circling her clit before heading back to work on stretching the entrance to her holy place. My middle finger finally slid all the way in. I was palming her sex. I was holding my bride's pussy in my hand - with my longest finger buried inside of her clasping tautness.
Kasey pulled our heads down and took hard kisses from both of us, panting, wriggling, moaning ...
Still riding my cock, Mrs. Williams massaged up and down her daughter's firm chest, stomach, and abs - smiling at her baby girl as she continued to ride my meat - working on her third orgasm. I was going to cum soon, if we kept this up.
"I fucked your husband's cock last night - while his mother slept in the recliner - ten feet away," she admitted to Kasey.
"Mom!" she gasped, looking up at our faces. "Fuck, Reggie!" she gasped, once more, as I started withdrawing my finger from her quivering channel - and then slid it back home again."
"I woke up to her sucking my cock - naked as the day she was born - for the whole world to see."
"I was under the throw," she countered.
"Your naked ass and legs were hanging out. It was pretty fucking obvious you weren't looking for your glasses - especially the way the blanket was moving back & forth..."
She giggled.
"I threw the blanket off so you wouldn't suffocate and you sucked a load down your throat - and then climbed up my body and fucked yourself silly on my willy."
She smiled, proudly, leaned forward, and kissed me hard - jumping back when Kasey nipped at her breast.
"You're wicked, mother," she laughed.
"I was horny, baby girl, just like you. I didn't get my Friday night fuckin'."
Now that Kasey had relaxed and grown accustomed to the slow finger-fucking I was giving her, I eased my ring-finger in to join the party.
"Reg! Fuck!"
I couldn't help it. I snickered and told her mom, "Two."
Her mother pinched her tit and said, "You'd better get one more in there, Sis, or you'll never be able to handle this fuck-stick of his inside of you. I'll be able to keep it all to myself."
"Like hell," Kasey growled.
With two fingers, it was easier to grind around - and try to reach more of her happy places. I still gave the rest of her parts a little attention - but I kept the focus on getting her vagina to relax and stretch.
In a couple minutes, I felt her pussy start tightening around my fingers.
"When you cum, ..." I warned her.
"It's coming," she gasped.
"When you cum, I'm going to nut in your mother. I'm at my limit.
Mrs. Williams put one hand to work, twiddling her clit, and the other mauling her gorgeous breasts. She was racing to try to cum with us.
I slowed my strokes into her daughter and tried to think about Queen Elizabeth - always a mood-killer for me - staving off my climax a little longer.
However, once I could tell she was getting close, I started working Kasey's pussy once more.
"I'm the luckiest fucker on this planet," I crowed. "I've got two of the most beautiful women in the world, naked, in my arms."
Kasey had both of her hands locked onto my elbow, riding up & down on my cramping fingers, moaning & groaning.
Just before her pussy clamped down on me, she cried out, "Cum in me, Reggie! Fill me! Fuckk meee!"
Her pleading finished me. My cock started belching baby batter into her mother's clenching cunt. I felt my mother-in-law's body tense just as my cock spasmed and spat the first gooey glob at her womb. She settled lower onto me - my cockhead brushing the walls of her cervix - as the successive rounds of my seed fired into her.
Once our heartrates had returned to normal, my lover climbed off of me - grabbing my shirt to catch the small amount of my semen that was trying to escape from her body.
Kasey pulled my hand up to her mouth and licked her slickness from my fingers. She sucked them clean, one at a time. My testicles threw up a "Sorry, We're Closed" sign; my cock never moved. As beautiful as she was, lying half-naked in my lap, sucking on my fingers, it was going to be a few minutes before I could recuperate.
The three of us climbed in the shower together. We didn't frolic but I've got to tell you that that's the hottest shower I've ever taken!
After getting dressed - when we were sitting on the couch, relaxing - I reminded Kasey to check with her cousin about taking pictures. She gave her a call and - in a few minutes - we had a wedding photographer.
As I got up to head home, Kasey jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my middle, hugging me close, and bumping her nose against mine.
"I love you, Reg. Thanks for helping me with my cobwebs ..."
She held on tightly as I belly-laughed. She refused to release me for her mother to get her customary good-bye.
Mrs. Williams finally pried us far enough apart to wedge herself between the two of us to hug me and give me a lusty kiss.
As I turned - with Kasey still in my arms - to head to the door, my mother-in-law swatted her hard on the ass and flopped on the couch in a huff.
I opened the door - still holding my fiancée - and gave her a loving kiss. We parted to discover a police car parked behind the van across the street.
"Mom!" Kasey hollered.
She joined us and then looked past our conjoined bodies at a nod of Kasey's head.
My bride-to-be finally released me and the three of us headed across the yard (and street) to join Mrs. Jordan.
I reached out my hand in greeting, "Reggie Mitchell."
She took it, "Deloris Jordan. You can call me Deloris or Dee, if you like."
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Same, young man. Be good to our little Kasey. She's a sweetheart."
Kasey claimed my hand and slid a little closer.
"He's a keeper, Mrs. Johnson. He's been very good to me an' momma."
"Good, good. You two planning to start a family quick-like?" she asked.
I nearly laughed - knowing she was phishing - curious as everyone else about why the wedding was so rushed ...
"We're going to hold off for now. I started the pill a couple weeks ago," Kasey replied. "I've been saving myself - and Reggie agreed to my terms - but I think he's a little anxious to see if I'm worth the wait. We want to enjoy our time for a bit before we try to learn to be parents."
I took her in my arms and twirled her, "You're worth the wait, beautiful."
"Aww!" Mrs. Jordan gushed. She looked at Mrs. Williams and winked, "Young love ..."
"I know ..." my MILF lover said, grinning back at the woman - probably thinking about my cock being buried inside of her hot cunt a few minutes ago.
Over the next short while, we talked to the police officer about the owner of the van - a private investigator - and about whether or not this was a violation of the Order of Protection - which he stated this circumvented.
Since there weren't No Parking signs - and it hadn't been there long enough to be declared abandoned - there wasn't much he could do about it - even though the property owner (Mrs. Jordan) didn't want it sitting there.
Frustrated, we headed back across the street. I got hugs and kisses in the driveway - more chaste than normal because Mrs. Jordan was still talking to the police officer - and then I waved to my two lovers as I drove away.
~~~ Sunday ~~~
Mom & I stopped to pick up Kasey for church and the van was still parked at Mrs. Jordan's.
While she was coming out to the car, I dodged across the street and smeared toothpaste into the little divots that I was sure were peep-holes for cameras.
At lunch, Kasey said she wanted to go swimming. I ran to my room to change into my trunks and grab a cinch-sack.
On the way out, on the edge of my dresser, I spied the old-fashioned valve-stem cap that dad had left me - after mom had told him the story about Grandma Williams' car. It was metal - instead of plastic - and the top had a little tool that would let you remove the check-valve from a valve-stem.
We climbed into my car - my beautiful bride snuggled up against me - and drove to Mulberry Street.
The van was still there.
While Casey was changing, I walked across the street and removed the check-valves from all four of the tires.
When she came out - a few minutes later - she laughed when she looked over and saw the van sitting on four flat tires. I showed her the valves.
"Should you take them?" she asked. "If you put them back then they can't yell at you for stealing."
"Unless he's got a camera I haven't seen, he'll have no proof that it was me - and I don't want him to be able to just put some air in the tires and pull away - he'll either have to go get new check-valves - or he'll have to change the tires - in order to leave."
She kissed me and said, "Good. I love you, Mr. Devious."
"... and I love you Kasey Mitchell."
"Kasey Nicole Mitchell ..." she said, trying it out.
I darted forward to give her a peck on the lips. She wrapped her arms around me and turned the peck into a kiss that was bordering on foreplay.
It wasn't until I stepped back that I noticed what she was wearing - a gauzy, black beach cover-up that went down to her knees - but did nothing to hide my girl's tiny swimsuit or her gorgeous, toned body. Beneath the thin, see-through material was a hottest banana-yellow bikini I'd ever seen.
"Fuck!" I gasped.
Kasey giggled and headed for the driver's door.
I opened it and she slid under the wheel - but not far. I damned-near had to sit on her lap to get in.
She curled in around me.
"Drive to the school," she instructed.
"The school?"
"I've got mom's keys," she giggled, jingling the keyring.
"Okay ..." I said, giving her a wicked look.
"No touching. I want to get some laps in. Cheer camp starts tomorrow and I'm a little out of shape."
"Your shape is fine."
"You're biased. I've been eating too much and laying around the house for weeks."
"I can design a personalize workout plan for you, if you'd like," I offered.
"Right," she giggled. "We'll see about that a week from now. For the time being, I'm doing some water aerobics and swimming some laps."
"I've got a lap for you ..." I teased.
She bit my jaw and growled - but she groped my semi-rigid cock - so I'm calling it a win.
"If you behave yourself, I'll give you a treat," my sexy seat-mate promised.
We parked closest to the pool and used Mrs. Williams' keys to get inside.
The lights were off but the midday sun lit everything well enough that you really couldn't tell.
Kasey started with some stretching and stuff. I just kind of swam around and dogpaddled. It was a little boring - having nobody else there.
She felt sorry for me, I guess, and swam over to wrap herself around me for kissing and cuddles.
My cock was rock hard. I wanted to touch her so badly but her look - when she talked about my reward - was super enticing - so I behaved myself - just hugging her gently and returning her lusty kisses.
She went to swim laps and I joined her. She lasted lots longer than me. After a couple laps, I was noticeably slower. Once she had passed me a couple times on one lap, I gave up and went back to just messing around and relaxing.
The water was a little cool - but it felt good - and the intoxicatingly stiff protrusions in Kasey's bright yellow bikini top were worth a little chill.
She swam up behind me, without me hearing her, and hugged me - reaching around to grasp my cock.
"Why is this hard? Have you been thinking naughty thoughts, Mr. Mitchell?"
"When you're around, it's hard not to think naughty thoughts. My God! You're hot - and those nipples are killing me - I want to nibble on them."
She giggled, gave my cockhead a squeeze, and swam away once more.
I'm not sure how long we were there - but my fingers were getting wrinkly - and the sunlight - streaming through the windows - had shifted & moved.
She called out that she was finished and I headed for the ladder. I let her climb out first - not because I'm a gentleman - but because I'm a horny dog - and she has an amazing ass. She looked down at me - first my eyes - and then my own stiff protrusion.
From the pool, she took me by the hand and walked me into the girls' locker room. I'm sorry to say that this was my first time in here. It smelled much better than the boys'.
"Naked. Lie on the bench."
I hurried to obey. I nearly tumbled to the floor, trying to get out of my trunks.
She sat down, removed her top, leaned against the wall, and ran a fingertip down the shallow camel-toe in her bikini bottoms, closing her eyes and enjoying the stimulation.
"Scoot down here and I'll give you a foot-job."
I have to admit that I've never been a foot guy - but a naked part of my fiancée's body was going to be touching my naked body - and that was worth the risk.
She used one foot to rub along the bottom of my cock - trapped against my stomach - as she slowly fingered herself - watching my cock - and my face - to see what affect she was having.
After a few minutes, she brought her hand to her mouth, licked her middle finger, and stuck her hand down her suit.
My cock lurched as I thought about how my finger had felt in that tight gash yesterday.
She tried using both feet to stroke my cock from the sides - but the angle wasn't working - and it took more ab-control than she was used to.
She pulled her feet off, positioned a towel under her head, and laid down.
"Fuck my feet and cum on me," she directed.
I hurried to comply, taking her feet in my hands and gripping them against the sides of my cock - as I fucked it along the soles of her feet.
The calloused, rough skin wasn't doing much for me - but the sight of my fiancée - legs spread wide - and breasts bared - below me - filled my vision - and I told my nuts to hurry up because I wanted to cover this woman in my seed.
Kasey's breathing was growing more ragged - and her eyes were closed tightly - as she focused her mind on what her finger was doing - fingers.
I watched her hand working below the thin covering of her bikini briefs and realized she had at least two fingers inside - thrusting - churning.
I released her feet, stepped forward to trap her thighs between my knees, and took my aching cock in my hand.
She opened her eyes to see me standing over her, pinning her down, flailing my rod - with the spigot pointed at her taut tits.
Lust filled her eyes and her body trembled beneath me as her fingers worked more feverishly.
I reached down and pinched those tight nipples, calling my lover's name - groaning - telling her how badly I wanted to stuff my cock inside of her and claim her.
She reached up with her other hand and fondled my fun-bag as I hammered my cock - groaning as I approached release.
I felt her body tense as her orgasm overtook her.
"Kase!" I gasped.
Her eyes were shut tightly - riding out her release - as my seed began to spew from my penis - to splatter her belly, breasts, and neck. She gasped each time the hot fluid splashed onto her body.
She opened her eyes just in time to see the final dollop ooze from my sperm-spigot. She reached up with one finger, caught it on the tip, and brought it to her waiting tongue.
"Fuck, Kasey!"
She giggled, rolling my flavor around, tasting it.
"Hello?!"
"Sanderson," I hissed.
I tucked my cock back into my trunks and grabbed my towel - throwing it on top of my jizz-covered fiancée.
"Hello!" Kasey called back.
"Who's there?" Sanderson called from the hall.
"Kasey Williams."
"Ah, Ms. Williams! Is your mother with you?"
"Uh, no. I borrowed her keys to get some laps in."
"Ah. Okay. I just thought I'd ask her about her plans for the coming year."
"I'll bet, perv," I hissed quietly.
Kasey glared at me.
"I'll leave you to it, then. I just need to check something in my office and I'll be leaving."
"Yeah, the fucking cameras," I whispered.
Kasey hopped up, wiped herself until she was relatively clean, and then folded the mess inside, and handed me back my towel.
I leaned forward and licked a nipple as she tried to replace her top. She swatted me.
Kasey checked the hall but the fuck-nut had disappeared - so we headed down the hallway. When we got to Mrs. Williams Science class, we looked inside. The desk was bare except for a stack of yellow Post-It notes.
She sent me on to the car and started digging in her bag for the keyring.
Several minutes later, Kasey came out, looking over her shoulder.
As I started the car and exited the parking lot, I asked her what she was doing. She replied that she was just putting the Post-It notes where they needed to be.
As we pulled onto Mulberry - and saw the van still parked in front of Mrs. Johnson's, I thought about what Kasey had told her.
"Are you really on the pill?"
"Yeah. So is mom."
"Your mom's on the pill?"
"Yeah. She's worried that - when you move in - and she gets the chance to fuck you more often - you might finally succeed in knocking her up."
"I thought she wanted a baby."
"Want is a strong word. She said she wouldn't mind getting pregnant - but then she started thinking about how her body will change - and she got worried that you won't want her anymore."
"Nonsense."
"Reg, nearly every woman worries that her lover won't care for her - or want her - when her body is fat & ugly with his child."
"There is nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman," I told her.
"We'll see ..." Kasey replied.
"I'm looking forward to it," I said, pulling her in for a kiss.
She ruined it by giggling into my mouth.
I walked Kasey to the door, waited until she let us in, and then slid my arms around her mother - who was standing in the foyer, waiting for us.
"What's this about?" she asked.
"I told him you're on the pill," Kasey admitted.
"I'm happy that you plan to keep fucking me - and ecstatic that you believe I can fuck a baby into you - but you don't need to worry about me not loving you - or not wanting to fuck you anymore - just because you're pregnant. I can't ever imagine a time I would not want to bury my dick inside of your tight, hot body."
"Kiss me ass-licker," she cooed.
I did.
"You're making me horny," she accused.
"You're always horny," her daughter commented.
"Mr. Sanderson wants to know if you're free to start dating this schoolyear," I told her.
"What?!"
I gave my fiancée a hug & kiss and turned to her mother. I gave her a hug - and a kiss that no son-in-law should give his wife's mother - and then I left Kasey to fill her mom in on the rest of the story with the pervy principal.
~~~ Monday ~~~
My cute girlfriend woke me out of a solid slumber by sending me a picture of her naked nipple - along with a text informing me she was heading for Cheer Camp.
I can't imagine why a squad of overly-enthusiastic college students - armed only with pom-poms and megaphones - need to start their day before the sun comes up - but I guess my lovely bride wanted to share the misery.
I took a picture of my head on my pillow - with my eyes closed - and sent it back to her.
She sent me back a string of rolling laughy-face emojis. It's a good thing she's so darned cute!
I tried to go back to sleep but it was pointless. I asked her if the van was still there. She said yes.
I went to the garage, loaded dad's floor-jack into the trunk of my car - along with four wood scraps - and went to wreak havoc on my arch-enemies.
Less than an hour later, I was unloading the jack, putting it back where it belonged.
The van was now sitting on its hubs - on the blocks of wood. The tires & rims (still completely flat) were lying, scattered, across Grandma Williams' front yard. The lug nuts were in a Dollar General bag in my trunk.
I was still trying to decide if I was going to put them in a pretty box and give them - as a wedding gift - to Kasey's grandma - on Saturday.
By the time mom got up, I had breakfast made - waiting on the table. She laughed when I told her Kasey had woke me up but stayed quiet when I admitted to what I'd spent the last hour doing. She ate her food, gave me a hug & kiss, and grabbed her keys.
When she kissed me, she looked, briefly, at my lips - before kissing my cheek. I knew she was analyzing my fraternization with my mother-in-law.
The guys wouldn't be on the game yet - and (since it was Monday) I was off work - so I called Grandma Mitchell and went to play Uno.
We played, talked, made sandwiches - and then played & talked a little more. She was looking forward to the wedding. I told her about my early morning escapades and she laughed, assuring me that she'd deal with her former classmate if she chose to create problems on Saturday.
She asked me about Kasey's dress and I admitted that I hadn't even thought about it. I texted Mrs. Williams and she told me not to worry - that it was taken care of. Grandma patted my hand and apologized for stirring me up.
When I said that I wasn't even sure about all of the stuff that Kasey had been working on, she just laughed and made a comment about how weddings would turn out if the women left all of the details up to the men.
When I left, an hour later, she hugged me and kissed my cheeks, thanking me for the visit and waving from the doorway as I pulled out of the drive.
Paul called my phone. He was getting ready to get on the game but didn't want his playing to suffer as he caught me up on the news.
Cindy had spent the night at his house - this time with his mom's knowledge (if not her full blessing). He was finally allowed to fuck her raw and he'd managed to nut in her twice before they fell asleep - and then once more before breakfast.
When Paul finally hung up, I called Nick. All I could get him to admit was that Natalie was teaching him to kiss better and that he was really enjoying the lessons.
I got on the computer and played games until Kasey texted to say she was headed home and that I should come pick her up.
She bounded out of the house as I walked up the path - jumping into my arms and wrapping her legs around my middle.
"Seriously," I grumbled, "why are cheerleaders so peppy?"
She giggled and said, "I'm so tired but I had so much fun. What did you do with the tires?"
She laughed when I told her - and then told me to just throw the lug-nuts in the trashcan in the garage.
I had just finished doing that when Mrs. Williams came out to join us. She was dressed conservatively but I still leaned in, kissed her on the mouth, and whispered that she was making my cock hard.
She took my hand and I walked her to the car - where I opened the door. Kasey shoved her mom in and then slid in next to her.
By the time I climbed in, Kasey's mom was smashed between the two of us and she leaned over to nibble my ear while I was trying to get the car started.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
Kasey said she'd navigate. Her mom reported that she'd shift.
I started to tell her that my car had an automatic transmission when she grabbed my cock through my pants and started slowly stroking it.
"Are we in gear yet?" Kasey giggled.
"I think I've got it started but it shifts a little hard," her mother replied.
I put my arm behind her - to check the drive (and road) before backing out - and she deftly unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped the fly.
"Better now," she reported, as she slid her hand into my pants.
Kasey laughed, glanced at her phone, and started giving me directions.
At the dress shop, the girls were out of the car - and waiting by the door - by the time I could get everything zipped, buttoned, and shoved back into place.
I frowned at my wicked lover - but she just took me by the hand and walked me in - behind Cindy, Natalie, and Kasey.
The girls, apparently, had already picked out the dresses - and the alterations were complete - and were trying them on before taking them home.
The black was very slimming and even Cindy gaped as she looked in the mirror. I informed them that they were all totally hot - at which point Cindy offered to come sit on my lap. Kasey cackled at her and swatted her ass.
"You're safe girls, I've got you covered," Kasey's mom reported, sitting sideways on my legs, and wrapping her arms around my neck to hug me close - shoving her supple breast into my mouth.
"Mother!" Kasey growled.
Once the girls had finished laughing - and turned their attentions back to removing their dresses without getting anything on them, she wriggled her ass on my cock-head and kissed me like the minister had just announced us as the newly-wed couple.
One of the dress-shop employees noticed and grinned wickedly at her when she finally stopped torturing me and climbed off to sit beside me.
That same employee blush vividly when she noticed the sizeable bump my MILFy lover left in my lap.
Kasey pretended like she'd missed the reaction but came over to squeeze the head of my dick between her thumb & forefinger as she leaned forward and kissed me - definitely outdoing her mother's earlier attempt.
I gave up trying to hide my hard-on and the shop employee finally scuttled off to one of the back rooms. My former Science teacher watched her dart off and then turned to look at me, laughing wickedly.
Next, we arrived at the tuxedo shop - where the girls took their men in-hand (Cindy took the instructions literally) and led them inside to be fitted.
In a few minutes, I ended up in a dressing room with my fiancée and her mother. I looked back and forth between them. Suddenly, hands were flying across my body and, in seconds, I was wearing nothing but my socks.
Kasey shoved her mother to the floor, in front of me, grabbed her hair in her fingers, and shoved her face onto my cock - ramming my stiff rod straight into (and down) her throat.
The fingers of her left hand twined into my hair as she pulled me into a nut-wrenching kiss.
The whole time she was sucking my soul through my mouth, she was fucking my cock with her mother's face.
I dearly hoped nobody outside of the room could hear the "gak, gak, gak" of my mother-in-law's face slamming, repeatedly, onto my aching fuck-stick.
When Kasey sensed I was close to cumming, she shoved her mom's face into my pubes and held her in place.
Mrs. Williams sucked & swallowed - and my semen started hemorrhaging from my body via my penis.
Kasey stepped back and pinched her mother's left tit as she sucked the last droplets from the head of my cock before standing in front of me.
My former teacher threw her arms around me and kissed me hard, groping my semi-flaccid cock. She turned, took Kasey's face in her hands, kissed her on the mouth - and - based on the look on Kasey's face - transferred that last drop of my semen into my bride's mouth.
She swirled it around, tasting it, and then giggled at her mother.
"You're wicked," she laughed.
"I loved it," her mom said, "but you could've asked."
Kasey wrapped her in a hug, "Sorry."
"... and, I will try," her mother continued, "not to hump your husband's bulge in public."
Kasey nodded, smiling at the thought of the dress-shop employee's quick departure.
"I love you, baby," Mrs. Williams gushed. "I am so happy." She looked at me, still holding her daughter. "So happy."
I wrapped both of them in a hug.
"Mother," Kasey stage-whispered, "some naked man is ..." She couldn't even finish. They both just started laughing.
I decided that was my cue to get dressed - and donned the monkey-suit - as the two of them made themselves presentable for our waiting public.
Either everyone in the seating area was a good actor - or none of them had heard anything that had happened in the dressing-room - because nobody looked askance at our delayed arrival.
The girls checked the guys over and then the three of us headed back to the rooms - to put everything back on the hangars - and change back into our regular clothes.
A few minutes later, we returned with our tuxes - where the employees threw clear, protective bags over them, and rang us up.
We said good-bye to the others and loaded into my car.
Mrs. Williams said she felt like tacos and we headed to my favorite food truck. As we waited for the chef to do his work, my mother-in-law drank a fourth of her Jarritos and handed the bottle to me. I visited the truck, once more, to get it upgraded - and then returned it to her - earning myself a kiss.
Once we had eaten, I took my lady lovers home. We laughed as we turned onto Mulberry and saw a police cruiser and a tow-truck. Mrs. Jordan waved from her yard as I walked them to the door.
I was surprised not to be invited in for "dessert" but - after hugs & kisses - I was on my way home.
~~~ Tuesday ~~~
Tuesday morning came and went without a pre-dawn text from my future bride. I woke refreshed and rejuvenated.
It was hard to imagine that I would be married four days from then.
I ran some errands and picked up the groceries mom had on the list on the fridge.
Before I knew it, I had a text from Kasey - and I realized she'd been out of Cheer Camp for an hour or so.
She told me to put on a pair of blue jeans, a button-up shirt, and a tie - and meet her at the school - in the lot we'd parked in on Sunday.
When I arrived, Kasey used her mom's keys to get us inside once more. She kissed me, took me by the hand, and led me to her mother's room - where she unlocked the door.
She had me stand in front of her mom's desk - and then sit back on the front of it.
"We're going to do a little roleplaying," she said, grinning at me.
"Okay ..." I said, cautiously.
"You are the Science teacher. Today, you are on detention duty. Do not leave this room. I'll be back to check on you."
With that, she walked to the entry, lowered the blind, and exited the room - locking the door behind her.
Her footsteps headed down the hall. I thought I heard her talking to someone - but I couldn't be sure - because somebody else was in the room with me.
I realized there was a divider at the back of the classroom when I heard the sounds of hard, leather shoes on the dusty classroom floor.
The shoes that appeared out from behind that divider were glossy-black - so shiny that you could see your reflection in them - and buckled onto stocking-clad feet.
Her feet, calves, knees, and thighs - the majority of her luscious, long legs - were encased in a pair of pure-white, frilly, thigh-high stockings that made those legs seem even longer.
There was about a foot of naked skin between the tops of the gauzy, sensuous stockings and the classic red student's skirt - plaited with thin strips of black, white, and gray.
Above the sexy, short skirt her taut, tanned midriff was bare - the indention of her cute little belly-button just asking to be teased with a tongue-tip.
Her thin, white, short-sleeved dress shirt was tied off - Daisy Duke style - just below her lacey black push-up bra.
The see-thru shirt did little to hide the lacey bra - or the tanned titties they buoyed - especially since none of the buttons were fastened - the knotted shirt underscoring - and highlighting - her glorious globes.
Those motherly breasts - usually eye-catching without assistance - stood out like a neon sign as the bra lifted them up for the whole world to admire.
Flanking her sumptuous neck were two pigtails - the braids held tight with hot-pink ties that matched her heavily-glossed lips.
Her youthful, beautiful face had just enough makeup to turn her optical organs into the flirtatious eyes of a naughty schoolgirl.
Mrs. Williams twisted her hands together - in front of her body - like she was trying to hide her near-nakedness - but then spun around - the cheeks of her ass peeking out of the bottom of her short, red skirt.
I moaned in anticipation.
She was the perfect vision of every schoolboy's dream of the hottest classmate imaginable - dressed like a slut on Halloween.
Her hips swayed as she strutted down the center aisle.
My eyes were nearly bugging out - trying to figure out if she had any panties on at all.
She slid into the seat of the front-row desk - her dangerous skirt riding up her mouth-watering thighs.
I was transfixed. I needed to know. Did she have panties on? Were they lacey - and black - like her bra? Were they frilly and white - like her stockings? Or was her naughty gash unprotected from hostile invaders?
I realized I hadn't looked into her eyes - my gaze unmoving from her shadowed slit - but I was immobilized. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
Her knees eased apart but it was too dark to see clearly ...
Her fingers - the nails painted in pastels - like Easter candy - my mouth watering with the thought of the sweet flavor - were playing with the hem of her sexy skirt. So close ...
She cleared her throat.
I looked up - into her eyes - those doe eyes - that dropped to my bulging crotch. She leaned her head forward, slightly, and licked her lips.
Her fingers teased the hem of her skirt once more and I was a moth to the flame.
Her knees spread wider...
The skirt raised higher ...
... and the gauzy, white garment - cupping her cunt - came into view.
Her engorged labia - pink from being recently abused - were easily visible through the veil-thin material of her panties.
She slowly eased her knees together slightly - and back apart once more - playing with the hem of her skirt - needlessly lifting the edge even higher - revealing a little more of her sexy undies - which showcased her succulent slit.
Her fingertips left the skirt and raised to her blouse - her thin shirt - where she grabbed her breasts - adjusting them - squeezing them together a little more.
"Mr. Mitchell?"
I had to cough to clear my constricted throat, "Yes?"
"I didn't get my assignment done," she said, looking up, guiltily.
"Oh?"
"Am I in trouble?"
"Probably."
"Are you going to ...?"
She looked, pointedly, again, at my stiff penis.
"... punish me?"
"Do you think that's necessary?"
"Well, you know what they say ..."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Spare the rod, spoil the child."
"Really?"
"I've been acting spoiled; I think I need the rod."
"The rod?"
"Yes, Mr. Mitchell. I think you should punish me with your rod."
"Do you think that will help?"
"Yes - but I'm kind of a slow learner. You may have to give me the rod again ... later."
"I see. So where should you be to get your, uh, punishment?"
"I could lean over your desk..."
"Okay..."
"... and you could pull down my panties ..."
"Why should I do that?"
"So you can make sure I can feel your rod ..."
She bit her lip, briefly.
"... punishing me."
"Then what?"
"Well, I had my fingers in my pussy when I should have been listening."
She looked down - to where her enflamed labia were peeking out at me.
"You did?"
"You should use your rod to teach me that fingers don't belong in my pussy."
"I see."
She nodded.
"Anything else?"
"I'm not sure this blouse - and bra - are appropriate school attire."
"Oh?"
"I think you should confiscate them."
"Really?"
"Yes. That will help with my punishment."
"How is that?"
"When you are using your ... rod ... to train my body - to punish my pussy - my bare nipples will be rubbing back and forth - across the top of your desk..."
"... and?"
"... and they will chafe, and swell, and hurt - and you'll be able to tell my punishment is working when I'm moaning and writhing in pain."
"... as I use my rod to punish your naughty pussy?"
"Yes, Mr. Mitchell."
"Anything else?"
"I was talking in class."
"You were?"
"My mouth needs to be taught a lesson too."
"Okay..."
"When you're finished punishing my pussy, you can use your rod to teach my mouth & throat to be quiet."
"... and then?"
"If you think I've learned my lesson, you can let me have some milk."
"Milk?"
"Yes - but only after I've been punished."
"Right. Well, then, naughty girl, I think it's time we got started ..."
She crossed her arms in front of her body, grabbed the bottom of the bra and shirt - and peeled them off - over her head - baring her beautiful breasts.
I lurched to my feet, lifted each of them to my waiting mouth, and sucked the areola hard - nipping at her stiff bud before moving to the next.
Her breath caught at the harshness of it.
I grabbed her arm and led her to the desk - shoving her forward.
I grasped her panties and dragged them, viciously, down her legs, to the floor. She stepped out of them. I wadded them up and shoved them into her mouth.
I pulled her back a little - dragging her breasts and nipples across the rough surface of the teacher's desk - and dropped my pants & underwear to my ankles.
I flopped her plaid skirt over - onto her back - reached between her legs - to give her twat a little swat, lined myself up, grabbed the waistband of her schoolgirl skirt, and plunged into her slippery slit - burying my member to the root.
My ball-sack slapped against her clit as I fucked her from behind - grunting as her gripping gash stroked & massaged my fuck-meat.
Her outfit was so sexy - and her verbal foreplay so arousing - that I was already having to fight to keep from cumming.
The wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room.
I imagined our roles reversed - me (the student once more) slamming my cock into my teacher's cunt - while the whole class watched me breed our instructor ...
"Fuck!"
I had intended to wait until she got an orgasm - but that wasn't happening.
Trying to remember the script, I yanked my dick out of her perfect pussy, pulled her to her feet, turned her around, removed the gag, shoved her to her knees, grabbed her pigtails, and drove my aching penis into her waiting mouth - forcing it all the way down her throat - her nose nestled against my body.
"Fuck!"
I held her pigtails where they joined her head - hanging on like I was going to fall off - and smashed her face onto - and off of - my throbbing cock - over & over again.
I was just getting ready to start spewing into my mother-in-law's throat when my phone pinged and I looked over to see a text from Kasey that read, "Out Now Home".
I groaned, yanked my wilting penis from my former teacher's face, and raised her to her feet - showing her the text.
She grabbed her shirt, bra, and panties - and unlocked the door - peering down the hall.
I pulled my pants & underwear up - hastily fastening the button - my fly still wide open - and leaned out behind her.
We heard Kasey - and somebody - conversing.
Mrs. Williams nodded her head for me to pass. I dodged out and headed towards the exit. She closed the door and was right behind me, holding her shirt over her naked breasts as we ran down the hall.
We turned the corner just before Kasey's voice got louder. We eased open the external door, stepped out, closed it quietly, and jumped into the car.
She struggled with her clothes as I drove like a madman - slowing once we were a couple blocks away.
I looked over at her naked chest ill-concealed within her flimsy shirt. Her marvelous mammaries were on full display.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous!"
She leaned over and kissed me - long and hard - making navigation a little more difficult.
She clung to me, all the way home, sucking my neck. I was sure I would have a hickey by the time we arrived.
I parked in front of the house - leaving the drive for Kasey - and we made our way to the front door - where my sexy lover let us inside.
"I need to cum!" she practically yelled, as soon as the door was closed.
She darted to the front room and flopped onto the couch, spreading her knees - and sex - wide - begging me to join our bodies together as one.
I left a trail of clothing across the room and palmed her beautiful mounds just before I buried my cock inside of her - to the root.
"Fuck me! Breed me! Fill me!"
I was not very nice to her tender titties - but I obeyed her orders - pausing only once to tend to her lips when she begged a brief kiss - right before her body tensed and trembled - and my climax overwhelmed me.
I was still pumping seed into her mother when Kasey walked into the room.
"Seriously?!"
"We didn't get to finish," her mother complained.
My fiancée walked over, leaned down, kissed me hard - and then swatted me on the bare ass.
"You fuckers owe me," she said.
I collapsed onto the half-clothed body of her mother - breathless. She wrapped me in a hug and did whatever magic she did to make her vaginal muscles milk & massage my man-meat.
"That was the best bachelor party in the history of bachelor parties," I said, before kissing my luscious lover on the mouth.
Kasey started laughing - and looked at my ass like she was going to come spank it again.
"Sanderson?" her mother asked.
Kasey nodded.
"I caught him coming down the hall. I don't think he got close enough to hear you. I told him I was trying to find your folder of lesson plans because you were updating things and couldn't find them at home. I told him I'd already searched your room and wanted to check your mailbox in the office. He let me in and I searched everywhere I could think of - and a couple places he suggested."
"... and then he wanted to check my room?" her mom asked.
"Yeah. I tried to detour him but he stepped around me and I texted you."
"Did you see us?"
"No - but I'm sure it was close - and your room smelled like sex," Kasey said, laughing.
"Oops," her mom giggled.
"As soon as he saw the room was empty, he turned around and headed back for the office."
"Cameras," I said.
"He's going to see me running, half-naked, down the hallway."
"No, he won't," Kasey said, smiling broadly.
"How?" I asked.
"Sunday ..." she began.
"The Post-It notes?" I guessed.
"It took a while, but I stuck those notes over every camera in that hallway - from the exit - to the office. They were all still there when I checked - while mom was getting ready - before you arrived."
"He'll replay the tape - and see that it was you," I said.
"Sunday?" Mrs. Williams asked.
"Yeah," Kasey said.
"You should be okay," her mom replied. "Last I knew, they hadn't bumped up the storage-drive after they added the extra cameras - and the drive-capacity only holds about 36 hours' worth of footage before it starts writing over the older stuff. They reminded us, last semester, that any security concerns need to be addressed within 24 hours, to be sure they can check the recordings."
I climbed off of the couch - my penis audibly slurping as it left her pussy. My future mother-in-law tapped my thigh and opened her mouth. I inserted my semi-flaccid member and she sucked it clean. I leaned down, gave her a kiss, and started getting dressed.
She was standing - still half-naked - when I was finished. I walked over and gave her a hug.
"Thank you - that was amazing," I said. "I'm so lucky you picked me."
"You're easy to love, young man. So far, you're doing a fabulous job of keeping both of us happy. Keep doing that and I'll have no problem spoiling you once in a while."
I walked over to my fiancée and she stood to walk me out. I offered her my hand and she laced her fingers through mine.
"Thank you. That was a lot of planning. That was super thoughtful, super arousing, and I came super hard. I love you."
She opened the door and leaned up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around me and kiss me lustily.
"Mom's right. You make this easy. I can't wait to be Mrs. Reginald Mitchell."
I gave her another quick peck and headed to the car. I pulled into the driveway, to turn around, and waved to my bride as I drove for home.
~~~ Thursday ~~~
Mack gave me the early shift - so I could go out for dinner with Kasey - just the two of us.
I had made reservations at the nicest restaurant in town. I changed in the men's room and walked out to the lobby, trailed by cat-calls from the kitchen & delivery staff, to discover that my gorgeous fiancée had been dropped off - and was waiting for me.
I scooped her into my arms and she leaned over to give me an amazing kiss - which was spoiled by all of the employees - and a couple patrons - causing a ruckus.
I set her back on her feet and led her out the door to her waiting chariot.
The valet took my keys. I swear I heard the tires squeal as they ushered us through the doors.
My bride was beautiful; the food was fabulous; and the night was over before I knew it.
I stood - in front of the entrance to #24 Mulberry Street - and felt my testicles inflate as my gorgeous girl held onto the collar of my fancy shirt and kissed the life out of me. I held her in my arms and surrendered to her assault.
"Fuck!" I moaned, when she released me.
"Not tonight," she giggled. "No more foreplay until Saturday - from me at least."
I kissed the tip of her nose.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you, too. Do you still have that picture?" she asked.
"From the night you shot jizz all over my windshield?"
"I shot ...?"
"You were pulling the trigger," I accused.
She giggled.
"Do you?"
"Yes."
"Are you going to use it?"
"I might," I said, grinning.
"Try these instead," she said, handing me a pair of black lacey panties.
The crotch looked damp. Without even bringing them to my nose, I could smell her musk. I lifted them to my face anyway.
She punched my shoulder - but giggled.
I leaned forward and gave her another kiss.
"Go, naughty boy," she ordered.
"As you wish ..."
~~~ Friday ~~~
My mother was adamant that I should not see the bride before the wedding - which meant that I would not be spending the night at #24 Mulberry Street.
My MILF lover hadn't had sex since Tuesday - so I was fairly certain that - before the night was over - she was going to find some way to peel me away from the others - and convince me to fill her twat with cock-snot - not that I would be hard to convince.
In fact, I was already hard - just thinking about it.
I arrived at the church to discover that Grandma Mitchell was already on-duty - waiting for the Williams family hate-monger to make her appearance.
As it turned out, they would not be showing up - but none of us knew that at that point - and I was delighted to have my dad's mom there.
She stayed close - easing my anxiety - and asking me for names to go with the faces - until my father - her son - walked through the doors of the church - and then she was off to badger him about never coming to visit.
I laughed out loud as he acted like he was trying to escape before she could trap him - only to wrap her in a hug - and kiss her gently on the lips.
Grandma grabbed mom's hand and pulled her into the hug as well.
At that point, Kasey was yelling directions and I lost track of everything except doing what I was told - as soon as I was told.
Several minutes later, I found myself in a dark corner - in the arms of my mother-in-law.
"Kasey says I can't fuck you," she whispered - not sounding happy at all.
"You want me to eat you out?" I offered.
She looked at me, making up her mind.
I was serious. She looked like she was in pain.
"We'd better not."
"Tomorrow morning?" I suggested.
"Your dad's home?" she asked.
"Looks like it."
"Washington Park."
"What time?"
"Earlier would be better."
"Seven?"
"Six. Park over by the woods."
"Okay."
She squeezed me and kissed me - and disappeared as Kasey yelled for me once more.
When the rehearsal was over, we invited everyone to Benny's - most of them showed up.
We ate, drank, and chatted - occupying half of the dining area.
Cindy's younger sister didn't seem too happy about covering for her - but she smiled when she stopped to chat - in between the nearly-constant stream of orders pouring out of the kitchen.
A few people sat in the dining room - but most of the orders were carry-out and curb-side. Paul's new system seemed to be working.
He and Cindy stuck their heads in the kitchen to see how things were going and Benny leaned out to wave - but went right back to his job.
An hour later, we said our good-byes and I drove Kasey home - mostly to have the excuse to give her mother the good-night kiss she was craving - that wasn't fit for public.
I stepped inside long enough to get a hug, kiss, and cock-rub from my mother-in-law.
Turning to my bride, I got the same treatment - including the cock-rub. I raised an eyebrow at her and she burst out laughing - giving me one more kiss - before sending me home with a hard-on.
I was going to try to go to sleep without jerking off - but my aching cock had other plans.
I held both pairs of musky undies to my face as I imagined my lovers' faces, the kinky sex-play we'd already enjoyed, and the plans I had for the days ahead.