I spent Sunday, off and on anyway, thinking about Kiley and Carolynn. A fair part of that thought was about how lucky I was that things turned out the way they did. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, I knew Saturday was a stupid play, and I was extremely lucky that things went my way.
So, of course, since things did go my way, I was now looking forward to next Saturday. Kiley had already texted me about how thrilled she was over yesterday and that she’d already put the plug in. She wanted to be “as ready as possible for Goliath in six days.” Good lord, what a girl-woman, or woman-girl, she was.
Then there was Carolynn, Kiley’s mother, the woman that Kiley told me “...has the hots...” for me. Apparently, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree when it came to Kiley and Carolynn. Who was I to complain? Why would I complain? Especially after Kiley told me she “...wouldn’t be upset...” if I was to get with Mom. Her meaning was clear as a bell’s peal. What a pair! Now I regretted not pushing for more details, but I’d brushed it off at the time to satisfy more immediate desire.
Anyway, in light of the preceding, I knew what one of my first calls was going to be Monday morning.
~~~oo0oo~~~
“Good Morning. Reilly and Reilly Realty. How may I direct your call?”
“Carolynn Weatherington please,“ I said.
“She’s not in the office right now. I can give you her voice mail. She’s very good at returning her calls promptly.”
“Thanks, that’s perfect.”
In a few seconds, a Scarlett Johansson-type voice said, “You’ve reached Carolynn Weatherington. I’m very sorry I missed your call. Please leave your name and number. I’ll return your call just as soon as possible. I look forward to speaking with you!”
Her voice was aphrodisiacal. I imagined her naked, caressing her cooch, talking only to me, it was my private voice mail message. I replied, “Ah, hi Carolynn... This is Lucas Williams. You may remember me. We’ve, um, met a few times when I picked up Kiley for babysitting. I’m thinking of selling my house and buying another in the area. I’d love to get your thoughts on value possibilities. Give me a call when you get a chance. 847-555-4666. Thanks!”
Twenty-nine minutes later my phone rang, not that I was particularly timing it, I just happened to notice. It displayed her name and time.
“Hi Carolynn!”
“Hi Lucas! Of course I remember you. I’m flattered you remember me. So how can I help?”
“Well, like I said, I’m thinking it’s time to move on a bit and make some new memories without totally discarding the old, if you know what I mean.”
“I totally understand. I’m sorry I never knew Megan personally, but I always heard good things. Kiley just loves Jill.”
“Yes, I was lucky and pleased to find her. She’s a godsend one might say, Kiley I mean. Of course, Jill is the love of my life. So do you have any free time this week?”
“Actually, more than I’d like,” Carolynn said laughing. “I’m open after ten tomorrow morning, if that works?”
“That would be perfect actually. Jill will be at her pre-k school, and I mostly work from home so I’ll be available also.”
“Great! So, how ‘bout I do some research and see you for coffee around ten at your house. We can go over your thoughts and I can take a look at your house so I can make some value estimates.”
“Perfect!” I replied. “Do you know my address?”
“Of course. Kiley’s told me so much about you. Sometimes I think she loves you more than her Dad. See you in the morning. It’ll be good to see you again.” The phone went dead.
A truly sexy, sensual woman can bring me to my knees faster than a punch from Mohamad Ali. I almost found myself in that position when the conversation ended. Her voice was like a woman’s essence slowly flowing, its slippery, sweet taste galvanizing my taste buds.
Now what? I had to wait almost exactly twenty-four hours. Even then there was no guarantee that anything sexual would happen. Okay, she and her husband were swingers and she had a “hall pass” to do as she pleased. All that told me was that marriage didn’t slow her down. It didn’t mean that being alone with me was going to activate her sexual desire. She did tell Kiley that she thought I was a “hottie,” allegedly a direct quote. A good sign but no guarantee. I had to do my part. The question was, what was my part? Calm, cool, and collected, or perhaps aggressive, confident, and seductive. It came down to being myself. That’s all that’d ever worked for me in the past.
I tried, with limited success, to put it all out of my mind and get some work done. I’m an architect. I used to work for a big company here in the city that has clients all over the world, managing a group for projects in the US and Canada. After Meg, my wife, died a year ago leaving me to raise our daughter, Jill, I had to go on my own so I could be there for her. Fortunately, I had numerous contacts that allowed me to make that transition.
Jill was in a pre-k school, weekdays, from 9 am to 2 pm. I was transport dad along with all my other responsibilities for her. By the time we got home that Monday, I’d been able to mostly block Carolynn and Kiley into a corner of my mind and be Dad to Jill.
After dinner, she was playing an educational word game on the child’s computer I’d gotten for her some time ago as I was working a bit on my current project. My phone’s text tone dinged—it was Kiley.
K: I hear moms coming over to see u tomorrow morning-got big plans for G?
L: How did you hear that? And don’t talk about G and no I don’t have big plans
K: She told us at dinner that she was going to estimate your house value and talk about you buying another–I think she’s got plans for u! I know I do, the plug is in!
L: Remember what we said—TOP SECRET!
K: I know, no prob, only teasing, I’m rubbing my coochie, wanna see, we could Facetime
L: can’t, cool it, Jill’s up
K: gotcha, maybe later?
L: maybe, I’ll txt u
K: kisses!!
I finished the work I’d planned for the night, played with Jill until her bedtime, then we went through our nightly routine, ending with a story and lights out. She’d sleep soundly until morning.
My mind flipped back to Kiley. The image of her fondling and fingering herself Saturday popped up in cinemascope. I went to my bedroom, stripped, and called her on Facetime.
When she answered the phone, the display showed her in bed, propped against her headboard, naked. “Hey Dude! I’m glad you called. I see Goliath is ready for business.”
“Yeah, he’s missing your cooch. It looks like it’s more than ready. You naughty girl, you’ve been playing haven’t you?”
She scooched down a bit, spread her legs even wider, and put her fingers to work. “Oh, Daddy, you know I have. I want you bad. Can you see how wet I am?” She pulled two fingers up between her coochie’s lips and brought them to her mouth. Her nectar was dripping as she sucked them. “Stroke Goliath for me. Let’s get off together,” she said as her two fingers went back between her lips and deep inside her. “Oh Daddy, it feels so good. You know I really want Goliath. He’s so much better than fingers, best I’ve ever had!”
“Fuck yourself Babe! I’m strokin’ him just for you and getting closer and closer.” I heard the squelching/splurgy sounds of her fingers slipping in and out. It just urged me to jack faster. I knew her scent—it seemed to be filling the room.
“Do it Baby, do it! I’m so squishy. Can you hear my fingers pumping? I so want it to be you!”
“I hear it Babe. Your coochie is so creamy. I’m almost there.”
“Shoot up your chest! I wanna see all your sweet cum fly from Goliath and splatter on your chest. You know I’d lick up every drop if I was there.”
“I know Babe and I’d love it. Almost now... You?”
“Yeah. I know I’ll cum when I see your jizz shoot. One day soon I want to spend the night with you fucking my brains out.”
“Damn Babe! Now! Yes! Oh fuck!” With that my dick started to spurt. Jet after jet of spunk shot almost to my chin, leaving a trail of white splooge.
I saw her legs start shaking. “Oh Baby! Fuck! I’m cumming!” she yelled as she pulled her fingers out and started rubbing her clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
By now, the views from our phones were slinging all around. Then they both dropped to our beds. The views were the ceilings of our bedrooms.
I was first retrieving my phone. “Babe... Kiley, you there?”
Gasping, she said, “I’m here Daddy. I see you. That was wonderful. You know I love you, right?”
I replied, “Yes, in our special way. We both know what that is, right?”
“I know,” Kiley said, “in our special, top-secret way. You know I’m not being foolish or blinded. I just love getting off with you, best I’ve ever had.” She finished with a laugh. “Listen, I wanna talk to you for a minute.”
“Okay,” I said, “shoot.”
“So, you know what I said about Mom having the hots for you.”
Oh god, I thought, not more of this. “Of course I remember and—”
“Let me finish.”
Sighing to myself I said, “Okay, go ahead.”
“Well,” Kiley said, “I meant what I said about not caring and actually hoping something happens. I’m going to tell you a few things and I want you to listen.”
I wasn’t about to admit my true feelings about what might possibly happen, but it did seem it was probably in my best all-around interest to listen to what she had to say—so I did.
Kiley continued, “Let’s just say I’ve observed and intuited a few things I think might be useful. She has some silk blouses that she only wears when she’s going to one of their parties or going to meet someone for sex. They’re very conforming. They show off her cleavage and nips like nothing else.”
“Thanks for the tip,” I said.
“I’m not finished,” she said. “If she touches her hair or face she’s interested in you, I mean for sex. Also, if she touches you anywhere, like your hand or thigh, just a passing gesture, it’s an even stronger sign. Mom’s not a touchy-feely person unless she's aroused. Lastly, she likes to be touched on her lower back. I guess it’s a special place for her. I know it turns her on if she’s in a receptive mood. I hope this helps cuz I really really mean what I said about her, you, and sex.”
I still found it hard to believe she actually wanted me to have sex with her mother. I kept looking for the ulterior motive but couldn’t find it. “Don’t think I’m not appreciative, but you’ve got to admit that this is kinda weird, you giving me tips on how to get in your mom’s panties.”
“Any weirder that you spanking and fucking the poop out of me, little miss high school girl?”
“Okay, granted, the whole situation is weird... but still....”
“Just go with me on this, okay? I love both my parents. Look at it as just a mother-daughter thing, which it really is. Whatever happens, happens. And I hope this is totally understood, you better tell me everything. I mean it!”
I knew this would come up sooner or later. I was beginning to feel like I was on an iceberg and a small piece had just broken off, the piece I was standing on. The smart thing to do was just talk to Carolynn about the house, thank her and let it go at that. Then I could slowly wind things down with Kiley and be out of this seemingly ever-growing house of mirrors. What would you do?
“Kiley, my sweet little minx, of course I’ll tell you everything. Now, I need to go shower. Don’t wear out your coochie tonight,” I said with a laugh.
“No chance of that Dude. Think of me and your plug. We’re getting to be real close friends. I’m expecting big things from you next Saturday. Good luck tomorrow. Kisses lover!” She disconnected.
I continued to lay there for a while, contemplating what she’d told me about Carolynn, along with thoughts about her and me last Saturday night. A year with no sex after Meg’s death and now this sudden return. I was fully aware that I’d instigated it. The question was not that the horse was out of the barn, so to speak, it was, was I going to rein him in or take my chances and enjoy the ride. I decided to go with Scarlett’s plan, “I‘ll think about it tomorrow.”
Tomorrow came quickly—I’m a sound sleeper. The house was neat and clean. My special Kona blend coffee had just finished brewing, its aroma wafting out of the kitchen. I had on the same silk, cream-colored Tommy Bahama slacks as I wore the previous Saturday, plus a Tommy B silk, Hawaiian-themed shirt. The doorbell chimed.
“Carolynn! It’s so good to see you again. C’mon in.”
She was wearing a red silk blouse and a black, A-line skirt plus black, medium height heels. Her calves were perfectly defined. Her nipples just pushed against the silk and about two inches of cleavage was visible. Kiley was correct so far.
“Hi Lucas. It’s good to see you again also. The coffee smells very good.”
I motioned to the couch and said, “Have a seat and I’ll get us some. How do you take yours?”
“Black. Once you try it you never go back,” she said laughing. “Isn’t there a saying something like that?”
Like she didn’t know, I thought. “Something like that I think. Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
When I came back with the coffee she was sitting at one end of the couch, legs crossed, skirt about two inches above her knees, right arm resting on the back of the couch, her fingers twisting a few strands of her hair. Kiley certainly knew the signs. It almost felt orchestrated, but I knew it wasn’t. I put our coffee on the end table next to the couch arm and sat in the chair that made the “L” with the table.
Her nipples were now at full attention. Her blouse hung from them as if it was on pegs.
“So Lucas, what’s up with you? Do you just want to change houses? Something specific in mind?”
I went through a brief history of the past year or so of my life and why I wanted to move. She had known of Meg’s death but not some of the details and the changes in my life, like now being Jill’s sole provider/caretaker. She made a few suggestions as to areas of town she could show me, things I should consider. We finally got around to the potential sale of this house and its value.
“Well, why don’t you show me around. We’ll see what we can come up with. It seems to be in excellent condition, from what I’ve seen so far. So, not to pry, but I assume you’re dating since your using Kiley to babysit Jill?”
“It’s more like just getting used to the social scene again. After seven years of marriage and one of abstinence, for lack of a better word, it’s taking some getting used to.”
I stood and offered my hand, which she accepted, to assist her to her feet. Either on purpose or by chance, I was given a good view when she uncrossed her legs. My fleeting impression was of a glistening, bare pussy.
“Thank you. Gentlemanly gestures are few and far between these days.”
“Such a shame. It’s always a pleasure to assist or complement a woman, especially one as attractive as you.”
“Lucas, you’re the devil in disguise aren’t you? If you’re in the market I think you’ll find the female world interested in what you have to offer. So, show me what you have to offer, I mean the house of course.” She followed this with a telling chuckle.
“Well, this way to the kitchen. I think we can wind through the house and end in the master.” As I said this, I gently touched her lower back. I could feel the heat and her blouse briefly tried to stick to her skin. I thought I heard a soft sigh as she began to walk. Kiley once again.
We went from room to room as Carolynn asked questions and made notes. I was now focused on how to bring this to the conclusion I was looking for. Convinced that Kiley had been right, all I had to do was come up with something provocative yet out-of-the-ordinary for when we arrived in the master bedroom.
Once there everything seemed to slow. Last stop. Questions asked and answered. Notebook placed on the bed. We were face to face, inches apart.
Not having come up with something really clever, I just went with my feelings. “Does it seem warm or even hot in here to you?” I asked staring into her eyes.
“It does. I’ve been feeling a bit drippy, if you know what I mean, for some time. Do you have a solution?”
I reached for her shoulders and slowly pulled her to me until our lips just touched. We maintained that briefly, then our eyes closed as our lips parted. Tongues began to probe and swirl. I began caressing the small of her back. Reacting, she pressed herself tightly to me, my hardness had to have been obvious. I unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. Releasing our hug just a bit, her skirt dropped to the floor. My fingers found bare skin, a toned ass. Taking advantage of our small separation, she reached for my cock. “Oh my” was her only comment as she began to undo my belt and unzip my slacks. They soon joined her skirt on the floor. A few seconds to undo buttons and we were naked.
I scooped her up and moved to the bed where she reached down and grabbed the covers. I moved back as she held tight. The bed was soon down to its sheets. We felt their initial coolness. If there ever was a doubt about the heat, it was now banished. Our skin was no longer silky smooth but sticky like a humid summer day. Our fluids were flowing. Our bodies were ready. My fingers found her drenched heat as hers found my stiffness. The urgency was palpable.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now! Screw the foreplay. I’ve been experiencing mental foreplay ever since I arrived here. I’ve never been more ready for dick. I want that big, black dick in me now, fucking me, making me scream, making me cum over and over. Do IT!”
“I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”
“Then you’ve found your woman!” she said as I leveraged myself between her outstretched legs.
Gathering her knees under my arms, I moved forward and down. She guided me to her dripping cooch. Ah, that first touch: warm slippery essence coating my cockhead, the first awareness of the hot tunnel I’d soon be filling, the first advance into the most sacred space of a woman’s body.
“YES! Fill me. Stretch me wide. Oh god, I love your dick. YOU can take care of a woman. Oh! So fucking deep. Be wickedly unrestrained. Show me no mercy.”
Having been raised to respect women, I followed her instructions. Not only was she not afraid to ask for what she wanted, she wasn’t afraid to express her feelings. She was a fireball of verbal expression. Everything from moans and sighs to extreme shouts and screams of her passion.
It wasn’t long before her first orgasm and then she seemed to almost roll directly into another. Her body was practically in continuous motion. At various times I had to fight to stay in her. When I finally came she went into a massive spasm, then her eyes rolled back and she was suddenly unresponsive, but her body was twitching. Meg used to become semi-conscious sometimes, but never pass out totally.
I pulled out and was about to actually get worried when her eyes popped open. “Goddamn! That was fucking amazing. I’ve never been close to getting fucked like that before. You’re a gift to womankind! Next, do me doggy. We do have time, right?”
I almost burst out laughing. Here we were lying in a sweat, pussy juice, and cum-soaked bed, still getting our normal breathing back, and she’s already planning for round two. Fireball didn’t really do her justice.
“Carolynn,” I said smiling and chuckling, “you’re one amazing woman. Your stamina and orgasm capability are close to unbelievable. If I told people of this most wouldn’t believe it. And you’re ready for round two. Maybe you need a good spanking.”
“I’m down for a good spanking. They always get me really revved. But I ‘spect you’ll take care of that when I’m on my knees. So, have you fucked Kiley yet?”
I almost choked on the water I was trying to drink. “Kiley? Your daughter Kiley?”
“Yeah. Who’d you think I meant? You know she’s got the hots for you, right?”
“Well, no and no. She’s only eighteen. Kinda outta my dating league.”
“Seventeen actually. She’ll be eighteen in a couple of weeks. That girl’s got it bad for you. You need to give her a taste. Show her what a real man can do and not let her go to college having just experienced only these high school boys. And I do mean boys in every sense of the word. She needs to know how a real man treats a woman.”
“So, let me understand. You’d be perfectly fine with me having sex with your daughter, Kiley. What about your husband?”
“More than fine, I’m encouraging you. She needs to know how to separate the wheat from the chaff, so to speak, plus you can tell her how guys think, especially college guys. She’ll listen to you more than me or Ken, her Dad. And he’d be fine with it also. Want it in writing?”
As she was talking, I was thinking. I really couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not to mention the serendipity of the timing. Regardless of her thoughts and wishes, I wasn’t about to admit what had happened two days ago and what was already planned. If she ever did somehow find out, at least I knew, and could say it had parental approval, not that she’d need it after her birthday, but it was something.
“No, I don’t want it in writing, but ya gotta admit this is unusual. I’m trying to be understanding about it.”
“Maybe ‘unusual,’ but Ken and I are realists. We want the best for Kiley. Book learning is one thing, life learning is something totally different and both are necessary. You’d be speeding up her life learning. Helping her avoid some pitfalls. Just think about it, okay?”
“Okay.”
As she started moving down to my crotch area, she said, “Let’s see what I can do to revive this beauty so you can drive me insane again. A girl could get used to this, ya know?”
With that, she took me in her mouth. Her blowjob ability was on par with her orgasmic response, outstanding. I thought how popular she must be in her swingers group.
After a few minutes of her attention, I apparently met her ready-to-fuck standard because she released me and quickly rearranged herself: ass is the air, face buried in one of my feather pillows, drops of her juice running down her thighs. I didn’t wait for instructions. In a few seconds I was positioned behind her, cock standing out straight, patiently waiting to be inserted. I smacked her right cheek almost as hard as I could, leaving a bright red imprint of my finger-spread hand.
She jerked at the impact. A grimace appeared briefly on her face. She said, “That’s what I’m talking about! Beat my ass. Turn me red as a beet and fuck the bejesus outta me. Slip that colossal cock in and pound me like you just did. You’re a devil Lucas, a hedonistic, tempestuous debaucher, and I’m in need of further debauching. Do your worst!”
I didn’t slip it in, I walloped it in. I drove it as fast, quick, and deep as possible. She responded with, “Fuck yeah! That’s what I need. Own that twat. Make it yours. Be a punisher while I scream my lungs out.”
I did and she did. The middle and ending were much the same as the first go-round. Carolynn knew how to make noise and enjoy herself. I lasted even longer this time. By the time I came her cheeks were close to candy apple red—she’d loved every slap that put her in that condition. When I started to spurt my jizz in her, she went into a bed-shaking orgasm and collapsed just as I was finishing. My last drops of spunk fell on her bright red ass. They made an interesting abstract piece of art, splooge on buns I called it. A shame it wasn’t preserved for more than a few minutes.
I laid on my side and softly caressed her back. “Oh, that feels so good Lucas. One day you’ll have to give me a massage... with a happy ending for both of us.”
“It would be my pleasure Carolynn. So, are you going to be my realtor and my fuck-toy?”
“Hmm... All this time I thought you were my fuck-toy. Oh well, tit for tat, or something like that,” she said as she rolled to face me. During the roll, her face took on a stressed look.
“You okay? You look either worried or in pain.”
“Maybe a bit of both.”
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Well, let’s just say that I’ll be walking slow for a day or so, not that I didn’t love every minute of it! And I’m already looking forward to the next time. We can have a next time, right? I want you to take my ass. I love anal.”
Good lord, she’s got one hell of an appetite, I thought as I smiled and kissed her while caressing her breasts. “It would be my extreme pleasure. Next time I want to be able to get to know these better. You have wonderful boobs with very suckable nipples.”
“Well, they’re not off-limits right now you know. I wouldn’t mind a hickey as a souvenir.”
“Seriously?”
“Absolutely.”
“What about hubby?”
“We have an open marriage. I’ll tell him all about today and he’ll be thrilled for me.”
“Does Kiley know about this? I mean in general, not specifics. I mean you won’t tell her about this, right!?”
“I’ll just give her a broad overview, nothing real specific.” She saw the horrified look I must have displayed and went on. “I’m kidding! Jeez, I don’t tell her stuff like that.”
“Thank god!”
“She did come home unexpectedly a couple of years ago and caught us having a party... a swingers group. People were naked. I had to have a long talk with her the next day. She gets it. Now it’s like don’t ask, don’t tell.”
“That must have been... startling, for everyone concerned.”
“Yeah... I guess... but I’ve always had a very open relationship with her. Tried to never lie or hide things. It was just past her sixteenth birthday. She’d recently had sex for the first time and told me about it so she took it pretty well. Her dad and I are really new-age hippies. She’s probably been raised a bit differently than most kids and their uptight parents. If ya keep sucking my tit like that you might have to fuck me again, which I see is not out of the question, but I’m not sure I could drive after a third round with you.”
I let up and started laughing. She was quite attractive and seductive. “You invited me to partake, remember?”
She chuckled and said, “I know. I do like the marks you’ve left. Next time maybe we’ll take it a bit easier.”
“I just followed your requests, remember?”
“Yeah. So I like it a bit rough. Small price to pay for all the fun you gave me, and I hope I gave you.”
“You gave me plenty. I wouldn’t change a thing.” By that time she’d moved around enough that I could tell she was sore enough that it would be obvious to anyone astute enough to notice, so I said, “Kiley’s going to notice isn’t she?”
“Most likely.”
“And she knows that you were coming over here today?”
“Yup.”
I just sighed. Of course I was looking forward to seeing Kiley on Saturday, but I wasn’t about to tell Carolynn that I’d already fucked her daughter and had another session planned for this coming Saturday. “Well, even if she knows, she probably won't talk to me about it.”
“Ya think? She's pretty outspoken, if you haven't already noticed. I won’t volunteer anything, but I’ll be honest if she asks anything."
We had more chit-chat that was inconsequential, then took a G-rated shower together. She said she was calling it a day and left to go home. I thought about the inevitable conversation I was bound to have with Kiley and concluded I was making a bigger deal out of the whole thing than either Carolynn or Kiley. Time would tell.
~~~oo0oo~~~
Later, at 5:51 pm, my phone gave the text chime. It was from Kiley.
K: can you talk?
L: no jill-will call after 9 when she’s asleep
K: k-we need to talk
L: great, after 9, c-ya
Now I had about three hours to figure out what to tell her.
