Hello again. This will be the 3rd story I have written and attempted to post on this forum. My first successful publication, Cheater Cheater, lasted 2 days before getting pulled for not complying with guidelines. CC was a harsh story meant to shock and disturb the reader. I succeeded. Despite some toxic feedback and a lot of whining, I received many great reviews (as well as my first 60 followers). For that I thank you.
This story is pure vanilla compared to CC. My intent was still to take you down the rabbit hole of my twisted imagination and ‘switch things up a bit.’ I hope it entertains you. If not, apologies. If it shocks and offends you or sends you crying to the moderators, please remember–it’s just a story.
-Dys
What’s love got to do with it?
If you want to test your love for another–take them on a road trip.
If those words were valid Grayson knew that his and Monica’s relationship was doomed. Three days in the same car for 8 hours at a time, with no outside distractions, releases, space, or breaks, was torture pure and simple. How they both survived unscathed was beyond him as they pulled into the driveway of her mother’s Eugene home. He did most of the driving which was fine with him. She liked her phone too much to pay full attention to the road. When she wasn’t absorbed in her cyber world, she skipped through every satellite station on the radio, except for his favorite country stations. When that got old, she set in on him complaining about everything that annoyed her.
And the trip wasn’t even the ultimate test of their recent engagement. He still had to survive the next 2 1/2 weeks–without sex! He knew it was her revenge for his bringing up the prenuptial agreement. But at the moment intimacy was furthest from his mind as he crawled out from behind the wheel and exited the car. Let the testing begin…
***
They met at the Pete’s coffee shop near his work in Houston. Not very specific considering, the number of Pete’s Coffees there were in a city nearly as big as the entire state of Connecticut. But it was the one just a block away from the EJ Aeronautics, Inc. administration building. Monica Fitzpatrick was a 23-year-old bombshell blonde barista who clearly belonged on a Maxim cover rather than behind the counter serving cappuccinos all day. She was friendly, bright, and personable. Even dressed for work she looked like a model. Her long blond hair was kept up in a net with a visor holding everything in place. Her conservative polo shirt and tailored shorts were about as form fitting as could be and still be considered a uniform.
Grayson Emerson saw her every weekday like clockwork as he came in for his large americano with creamer. They greeted each other like old friends, and she always had his drink ready for him so that he avoided the lineup. During their brief encounters they slowly learned little bits about each other. She was a college student trying to complete her 4-year degree in political science and had moved here from Oregon state. He was a 28-year-old mid-level manager for the Aeronautics firm (or so he told her) and had lived in the area all his life.
They didn’t date until several months after they had met. Rather they exchanged numbers and enjoyed a prolonged ‘cyber relationship’ before actually going out for their first dinner and a movie. They usually got together by him picking her up from her apartment because she had no car. They never stayed at her place for very long either because she had 3 roommates. He had his own place in one of the better parts of town, though his home was modest compared to the ones around him. So, when things got serious, it was to his place where they went for privacy.
***
Her entire family was there to greet her. All three sisters and her mother Kathy. ‘That is a lot of blonde hair.’ He thought as he stood back and let them collide in a group of excitable, squealing, jumping femineity. Only the mom held back with some sense of maturity. Though she was certainly the oldest he had a hard time judging her age because of her clear skin, athletic body, and pure complexion. Maybe mid 30’s, he guessed, not that he would ever ask. She had to be very young when she had Monica.
The sibling group broke apart and all attention was directed towards him. “And this is my Beau!” Monica squealed as she grabbed his arm and clung to him possessively. He smiled with something other than happiness in his eyes, as he was introduced to them.
Lisa and Lola were the twins, both identical and 21 years old. They gushed over him and pawed his arms like they were judging a racehorse. Both were dressed in short skirts with spaghetti strap tops that hugged their D cups in very distractive ways. They shared the same height and crystal-clear green eyes as their older sister. Tina was the baby of the family at 19 and held herself a little more reserved than her bubble headed sisters. Her hair was a darker blonde and her eyes golden brown. Her height matched her siblings, but her chest wasn’t quite as developed. Her hair was styled with a simple braid that ringed her forehead and she wore a lose floral printed pullover shirt and distressed jeans with flared hems over her bare feet. Despite the hippy/flower child impression, she still eyed Grayson as intently as the other girls, but silently. It was Monica’s mother who shared the closest physical likeness, with matching shades of blonde and equal heights and proportions.
Kathy Fitzpatrick came forward at last and introduced herself, apologizing for the adolescent behavior of her daughters. “Please come inside and make yourself at home.” She took his hand gently and led the way into the small two-story house. The interior was clean but dated and had a simple floor plan. The sleeping arrangements were going to be tight with the sisters all sleeping upstairs. Kathy had the master bedroom on the main level. Tina had her own room, but the twins would share so that Monica and Grayson could share the final room. That was until she put the kibosh on that idea.
“Oh, Grayson and I have agreed to remain celibate during the engagement.” She explained as she smiled at her fiancé. “So, we can’t sleep together until the night of the wedding.” This was met by utter silence by her dumbfounded family.
“Why on Earth…”
“What’s the point of having a boyfriend if you don’t fuck all the time?”
“That’s the dumbest thing ever!”
“Well then, where is he going to sleep?” This from their mother. Grayson was curious too, and not above staying somewhere else entirely, at the moment.
“He can sleep on the couch of course.” Monica chimed in. “You don’t mind, do you bunny?”
He locked his jaw as he smiled widely. “No of course not sweetheart.” Thank God for his smartphone and tablet.
***
It didn’t take much to get Monica into bed the first time. It was after their third date, and she practically raped him in his own car before they even made it to his home. Once inside he had to hold her off long enough to lead her to the bedroom, before submitting to her sexual needs. To say she was insatiable was an understatement. He never had to try and guess what she wanted or how hard she wanted it. She tugged and pulled at his cloths until she found herself on her knees before his average sized dick, sucking it into her mouth hungrily while she fondled his balls and stroked his hardening shaft.
Her tits were simply fantastic. He guessed them to be a large C with soft pink areolas surrounding perky little nipples that responded to the slightest stimulation. A barbell piercing decorated her right nipple. She did not shave her bush or even attempt a landing strip. Rather she kept it trimmed so that her soft fuzz tickled his nose and mouth when he went down on her and ate her to an epic orgasm. He found that when she came it was so intense that all he could do was hang on and ride it our with her. She was incredible! He never dreamed of having sexual experiences like he had with her. In a matter of a few weeks, she had completely altered his concept of romance and he found himself craving her body constantly.
When they weren’t busy fucking each other into oblivion, they shared many deep and rewarding conversations. It was amusing to him that, despite her political focus, she had no clue about the Aeronautical sector. She seemed driven towards healthcare. Other than that, they seemed to share little in common beside their unquenchable thirst for each other’s bodies.
It was Monica that brought up marriage one evening. She almost presented it like a business proposal comparing the pros and cons of making themselves exclusive and permanent. He listened to her with an open mind and countered with the statistical improbability of their having a lasting marriage as two young professional people. Since he didn’t reject the idea outright, she decided it was time for him to meet her family and proposed the road trip. It was during this time that he broached the subject of the prenup. He was actually surprised at her outrage over the idea. But she didn’t reject it outright so he decided he could go with her plan to meet the fam. Couldn’t hurt right?
***
Dinner was awkward to say the least. They all packed around the single dining table and enjoyed a baked salmon with risotto and asparagus. Afterwards Grayson was invited to have the first shower which he gladly accepted. By the time he had returned to the living room the couch had been converted into a cozy single bed with fresh linens and fluffy pillows. Monica disappeared for her shower and the twins sat on either side of him playing 20 questions about his background, parents, hobbies, lifestyle, shoe size (you know what they say about the size of a man’s feet…), etc. They assumed that being from Texas, he was a cowboy with a ranch and a couple head of cattle. He tried to let them down easy claiming the only ‘riding’ he’d ever done was on ‘Bessy’ the fraternity’s mechanical bull.
Kathy had long since retired and Monica came down to wish him good night with a kiss and suggestive push of her crotch over his thigh as she straddled his leg and hugged him. She wore a two-piece flannel night set and left the top three buttons open to remind him of what he had to look forward too. He lay back on the small bed in a pair of sweatpants but no shirt. Once night fell and the house went to sleep the room became pitch black. He lay there for a while, still seeing the highway strips flashing by behind his eyes. He tried to fight his erection, but the lack of sex compounded by his irresistible desire for Monica’s pussy, was driving him mad. ‘Unscrewed–blue balled–tattooed’ He mused frustrated.
The next morning, he was awakened by the smell of coffee. One of the twins was standing in the kitchen in a threadbare teddy exposing her smooth back and bare ass behind a thin gossamer layer. He enjoyed the show as she jiggled and bobbed about, humming to herself. Then the other twin came down and he was twice distracted by her simple overlong t shirt that barely covered her ass and showed her perky breasts off to their full advantage. She smiled at him and wished him a good morning sweetly as she bounced by his bed. Monica came down next looking rough, followed by Tina who was already dressed for the day in jeans and a cut off shirt. Kathy did not make an appearance.
He was informed that all the girls would be going out to do assorted wedding stuff and he was politely invited to not be apart of it. They expected to be out late, and he could fend for himself for lunch and dinner. Grayson didn’t mind overly because he had some work that he could take care of online that would keep him busy. After they left the house became quiet and he enjoyed sitting on the couch/bed drinking coffee and working away on his tablet. He became aware of a subtle sound that nearly escaped his ears. He almost thought that he felt it more than heard it, but it was so subtle that he would forget about it and then later notice it again. It was almost like the distant buzzing of a transformer or a faulty ballast on a fluorescent fixture.
Later Kathy came out and quietly greeted him as she poured a cup of coffee. They didn’t talk much and before long she returned to her room, and he became absorb with his work once more. Monica had told him a few things about her mother. She was a single mom after a very brutal divorce to a man who left her with four mouths to feed, seeking brighter pastures and greener fields. She no longer received the child support for her daughters but was able to subsist on her alimony checks. She did not hold a steady job but occasionally took part time work as a medical billing specialist, allowing her to work from home.
True to their word the three older girls came laughing and bouncing into the house just before midnight. They carried various bags with them and smelled of booze, cigarettes and sweat. He feigned sleep hoping they would quiet down and to their credit they tried. Once they had all showered and retired to their rooms the blacked-out house became quiet as a tomb. Except for the slight buzzing sound that had started up again.
He was awakened sometime during the night by a pair of soft lips that pressed against his own in a sensuous kiss. He could make out nothing in the pitch darkness, but he could smell the subtle scent of burnt sugar overlayed by citrus and eucalyptus. He felt soft warm hands grab his arms and pull them above his head. “Don’t move from this position.” He heard a faint whisper next to his ear. He felt soft hairs brush his face as the presence slinked away in the dark.
Then he felt pressure against his groin and raging boner as the soft hands once again materialized, untying his sweatpants, and pulling them down to his hips. Warm fingers reached under the waist band of his briefs and touched his hardon. As soon as it was freed from its confinement, he felt the soft hairs brush it briefly followed by a flutter of warm breath. Suddenly his entire length was engulfed inside a warm moist mouth with a delightful tongue that slathered up and down his shaft squeezing it with firm suction. He groaned in exquisite pleasure as the pleasant sensation overwhelmed his brain. His generous benefactor blew his cock like a pro, and he felt her head bob up and down eagerly as she tried to suck him inside out.
His breathing became labored, and he panted with the exquisite sensations washing over his brain. He felt the pressure building from the very base of his prostate and he grunted with anticipation. His mysterious visitor sensed it too and began to work his dick more energetically, causing him to buck his hips and struggle to keep his arms raised.
He came with a groan and his orgasm manifested with five epic surges as his cum flooded into her mouth and throat. Not a drop was spilled, and he felt her lips and tongue patiently cleaning him of every trace. The warm mouth disappeared to be replaced by a cool damp cloth that gently wiped him clean before his spent cock was placed back within the confines of his underwear. He felt another faint brush of hair against his cheek as the voice whispered so very faintly into his ear again.
“Goodnight Grayson.”
‘Holy shit! What just happened?’
***
He arose early the next day and made the coffee after he turned the bed back into a couch. He sat enjoying his first cup as he pondered the events of last night. He wasn’t complaining. His blue balls were momentarily appeased after that divine blowjob.
Further thought was interrupted as Monica appeared looking tired and frumpy. She kissed him absently and went about making her coffee. Both twins appeared together and greeted him with identical exuberance. Both were adorable with their barbie doll bed heads and tiny night gowns. Tina came down half an hour later and took her coffee to go as she stepped out. The older three discussed their plans for the day and agreed that more wedding stuff needed doing as well as lunch and maybe even dinner. After a while he tuned them out and went back to his tablet and his connection to the corporate world.
Once they were gone the house again fell silent and he worked efficiently for several hours. Occasionally he would hear the faint buzzing, but he was so absorbed in his work he never thought about it. He saw Kathy briefly again and asked her if she would like to join him for lunch, but she politely declined before returning to her room.
They returned late again, and he feigned sleep once more as he listened and observed with all his other senses. They were all drunk and over cautious in their concern about waking the house. As they tiptoed by, he smelled the alcohol, smoke and sweat once more, plus something else. Sex? Must’ve been quite a party. Maybe Monica decided to scratch the itch after all. He might have to spend a day tailing them to see where they went to get so wrecked before coming home.
It was well passed midnight when he once again awoke to the presence of another person in the dark. He smelled the perfume much stronger this time as well as the old alcohol. He felt a finger touch his lips followed by a shush and a giggle. Anticipating the command, he raised his hands over his head and waited in the dark. He heard a stumble followed by another giggling shush, then two hands pressed against his crotch. He eschewed the sweatpants this evening for just plain boxers. Warm fingers once again drew out his throbbing member and he felt her hands stroking him softly for several minutes. Then her mouth engulfed him again and began blowing him energetically. She forced her throat to accept his full length repeatedly and it was only a matter of minutes before he came once again, shooting each load of his cum straight down her esophagus. He felt the cool washcloth once again wipe him clean before tucking him back into his briefs. Then his visitor vanished in the dark.
***
The following days were pretty much a repeat of the previous two and Grayson was starting to wonder what the point of his presence was. None of the women seemed inclined to include him in their activities and Kathy remained reclusive and unapproachable.
He decided to go it alone and took off to explore the Oregon countryside. He was only an hour from the coast, and he had never seen the Pacific Ocean, so he thoroughly enjoyed driving around and discovering things by himself.
After several hours he was having lunch in a quiet café in Coos Bay. His phone never once notified him of any messages, and he wasn’t very interested in receiving any, so he tossed it into his glove box and forgot about it for the rest of the day.
After heading back north along the coastal highway 101, he opted to continue on towards Astoria and Cannon Beach to take in the giant rocky monuments of Haystack. It was late by the time he arrived, and he decided to book a room rather than make the long return trip. He was certain that his absence would be noted by now, but he didn’t care. They would see that he had left his things, assuaging any idea that his absence was permanent. He laid back on the plush bed and played with his tablet for a while before drifting off the sleep.
The following morning, he sought breakfast at a nearby diner and reluctantly took out his cell to find 16 missed calls, 12 messages and 30 irate texts, demanding to know where he went and why he wasn’t responding. He deleted the voice mails after listening to the first couple. His fiancé was beside herself with worry about his absence and whereabouts. As he enjoyed his meal he sent of a single short response to the effect of, ‘Got bored & went exploring. Will return later today. Go have ur fun. -G’ Since she didn’t bother with a single ‘I love you’ he omitted one as well.
***
Monica was frantic as she paced around the small house, clutching her phone in her tight fist. “I don’t understand?” She yelled at her family who sat about the room looking disinterested. “What does he mean ‘bored’? And how could he just take off without telling us?”
Tina just rolled her eyes from her perch on the couch arm, beside her mother. “You are one dumb cunt!” She declared flatly. “How did you even land a man like that in the first place? All the pussy in the world won’t keep him happy if you’re just gonna run around partying and fuck all your old boy toys.”
The twins tittered to each other while Monica screamed in outrage and lunge at her baby sister. “You bitch!” She cried. Her attack was stopped short when Tina rose to her feet and blocked her casually, sending her older sister bounding backwards to fall on her butt. She looked down at her scornfully. “Who’s the bitch now Sis?” She gloated. “‘Tiny Tina’ ain’t so easy to push around anymore, is she?” And with that she turned and walked from the room.
Monica glowered as she climbed to her feet, searching for her phone. “Fucking cunt.” She muttered.
Kathy just sighed quietly as she rose from the couch and walked quietly back to her room.
“Seriously sis,” Lisa chimed in. “Do you really expect him to just hang around in the living room for the next two weeks with blue balls, while you go around scratching your itch every night?”
“I haven’t been ‘scratching’ anything.” She lied defensively.
The twins smirked at each other. They had been with her every night when she would disappear into a room at a friend’s, house with an old beau.
Lola shook her head. “Tina’s right.” She added. “You need to slow your roll and make it up to him. You can’t expect him to go without any for this long while you are out spreading your legs all over town. I think you should stay home for a change and do something with him.”
“If he were here, you two could keep taking care of him to tide him over.” She retorted. “And what about the wedding? There is so much to do… Gray doesn’t want to be dragged into that.”
“You keep this up,” Lisa remarked, “and there won’t be any wedding.”
***
Despite their words and intentions, the three ladies were once again out on the town when Grayson returned to the small house and went inside. He found Kathy working quietly in the kitchen. Otherwise, the place was still.
“I see it’s just the two of us again.” He stated flatly as he carried two bags of groceries over to the kitchen counter. He noticed they were low on milk, bread, and various other items.
“Mmhmm.” She replied as she began putting away the items. “I’m sorry about their behavior. I never really was a very good mother.”
Grayson stood still and stared at her back. That was the most she had ever said to him. “I wouldn’t sell yourself short Ms. Fitzpatrick…” He replied.
“Kathy.” She corrected.
He nodded before continuing. “Kathy, I can’t imagine the burden you carried as you brought all of them up and kept them fed, clothed and with a roof over their heads.” He commended her.
She smiled at his words as she finished with the last of the groceries.
“Eventually we all grow old enough to make our own choices and can no longer complain that we are simply products of our environment.” He continued.
She glanced at him with humble appreciation for his words before slipping quietly past him and returning to her room.
He sat on the couch and opened his tablet. He scrolled through several pages before selecting a folder and opening an app within. It was a tracking program originally designed for the original Lojack options that were introduced in late 90’s vehicles. He acquired the original patents for the software and tweaked it to provide a means of protecting more sensitive technologies. He also happened to install it into his own car as well as Monica’s cell phone. Once it was activated, he could locate an item by selecting its unique identifier on the tiny adhesive chip that was attached to it. The app also used a public map application similar to Google maps but with far greater scope.
He located her phone at an address 2.5 miles from his location. The app was not only able to establish precise geosynchronous latitude/longitude/azimuth of an object but could also determine its vertical vector as well, corrected for sea level and local barometric pressure. By zooming in he was able to identify the house and show that her phone was located in the Southwest corner on the second floor. Probably a bedroom, he mused.
The absolute genius of the app was in its ability to timestamp its position and send it to a cloud storage entity as a chronological file. He could in a sense follow her phone’s exact location for as far back as he wanted and view it as an animated trail moving forward of backward in time, superimposed over a digital map.
With another app on his tablet, he was able to look up the address of the house and quickly learned practically everything there was to know about it; ownership, taxes, historical valuations, power, water, and data usage, even how many time the police had been called to the residence and for what reason. Christopher Handler was the name on the Lease. Didn’t she once mention that name to him once? She liked to compare him with a lot of her old boyfriends. He was always portrayed as superior in every aspect of course.
He could easily dig deeper and probably even spy on her activities. 2.5 miles was barely a wink as the drone flies. He had the equipment and means in the trunk of his car. With the Firefly he could remotely approach virtually undetected and even slip into a window left open only a fraction of an inch. It could fly, hover, perch and even crawl on tiny insect like legs. It could record audio and video data in light or dark environments. But he opted to just pull up and game and amuse himself idly for a few hours before calling it a night.
The three girls returned home earlier than usual, surprising Grayson who had not even made out the couch bed for the night. The twins waved at him coyly as they passed him, heading for the stairs. Monica was clearly drunk again and reeked of alcohol and smoke. She seemed contrite as she stumbled over to him and hugged him tightly. “Oh baby!” She crooned. Her hair smelled of burnt grease, cigarettes, and cannabis. “I was so worried!” She looked into his eyes searching for any emotion. They were empty. “I’m so sorry for leaving you all alone all the time.” She was pressing her thigh into his crotch erotically and he felt his dick starting to respond. She tried to kiss him, but he shocked her by turning away.
“Baby?” She sounded hurt by his rejection. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He replied with a neutral tone as he gently disengaged himself from her. “You just smell really bad, and I think you should go take a shower.”
“Oh.” She stammered, her eyes were slightly glazed over, and she seemed off put by his remark. “Of course. I’ll be back down in a few and we can talk.” He watched her as she went up the stairs. Her short skirt rose up to reveal her white panties as soon as she had climbed the first four steps. He shook his head as his ego battled with his lust.
He made up his small bed and was laying in it quietly listening to the shower until it stopped. Silence fell over the house again with the exception of that background buzzing. Then he saw a light appear upstairs briefly as a door opened and closed. Quiet feet descended the stairs and soon a shadowy figure approached and bumped against his bed. “Gray?” Monica’s soft voice whispered as she reach forward in the dark to find him and sit down next to his supine form.
“How are you?” He asked.
“I’m okay.” She whispered as she reached over to kiss him softly. “I hope our vows are not going to hard on you.”
“How about you?” He said quietly. “Have you been doing okay without sex?”
“Oh, it’s so hard!” She whispered harshly. “Baby I want you so bad I can hardly stand it!” She pushed her hand down until it rested on his growing erection. She squeezed him a few times teasing. “But just imagine how incredible it will be after the wedding!” She crooned with a naughty tone.
“I wont lie babe.” He breathed reaching over and touching her bare leg. She was dressed in a simple night shirt that fell down to her mid-thigh. “Its not easy at all for me.” He squeezed her leg then reached up to cup her breast. “It’s all I can do to resist taking you right now!” He flicked the barbell in her right nipple, and she jumped with a groan. She pulled her body away from him and took her hand off his rigid cock.
“You can do it baby!” She said encouragingly. “You don’t want to ruin it now do you?”
“Don’t tempt me sweetheart.” He said firmly as he touched her hand. “I mean it. If you come back down here with nothing but that nighty on–I will rape you where you stand!”
“Ah!” She cooed. “You say the sweetest things!” She reached over and gave him a peck on the lips. “Good night baby!” And she stepped away quietly.
“Night.” He grumbled as he heard her pad up the stairs. His boner ached for release. Maybe he would get another visit later. He lay back and closed his eyes, sighing with frustration.
***
He awoke to the sound of bare feet quietly padding across the room toward the kitchen. It was pitch black but when he turned to look he saw her as she slipped past a window. The faint glow of moonlight reflected off her short night gown and pale skin. Her ass swayed seductively as she disappeared into the kitchen.
‘I can’t believe this.’ He thought as he sat up. Just a glimpse of her bare legs sent the blood pulsing into his groin. “She thinks I’m kidding, eh?’ He had had enough. It was one thing to hold out on him, but it was something else entirely to flaunt it in front of him when he was so vulnerable to temptation. He got to his feet and adjusted his boner to a more comfortable position in his shorts. He saw the light of the fridge briefly and then it was dark again. ‘That fucking tramp!’ He walked quietly passed the dining room and entered the dark kitchen, where her saw her standing in front of the sink holding a glass in her right hand. She stood there quietly with her back to him as she sipped at the drink. Her left ass cheek was exposed from the way her gown rested high up on her hip. His dick throbbed painfully, and he couldn’t resist her anymore.
He stalked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist as he pressed his rock-hard cock into her back. She gasped in surprise, and he felt her shudder. Just like she always did during their foreplay.
“I warned you what would happen if you came back down here in that tiny little night gown!” He growled as he reached up with his hands and grabbed her heavenly breasts through the shirt. She gave a little cry of shock as he ground his hips into her ass. “You cant expect me to take this anymore!” He continued as he mashed her body into his.
“I’m done with this shit!” He hissed and shoved her forward, so she was bent over the counter. Her night shirt rose up to her waist and he reached down to feel her thin cotton panties as they strained to cover her cheeks before slipping into her crack.
She cried out softly as he grabbed her undies with both hands and jerked them down her legs. “No! Wait…” She pleaded with a harsh whisper. “You don’t want to…”
“Just shut up!” He whispered sharply into her ear. “You have been teasing me beyond cruelty for days now.” He freed his erection from his briefs and pressed it between her tight legs. When she resisted him he shoved her feet apart with his own foot and began rubbing the top of his shaft against her dripping wet pussy lips. Her soft fur tickled the head as he pushed his length up to her pubis.
Her gasps gave way to a distressed moan as she gripped the counter with both hands to steady herself.
“I love you Monica, but I’m done playing these fucking games!” He grabbed his shaft and rubbed his head vigorously back and forth over her vaginal entrance. “We work because we fuck–a lot! And that’s how its going to be from now on!” And with that he thrust himself into her tight channel.
She cried out and arched up, but he shoved her back over as he withdrew a little and then pushed back into her even further. With each thrust of his hips, he went deeper and deeper until he slammed his hips against her ass. ‘Oh God! She feels better than ever!’ He thought as he began pumping in and out of her with a vengeance. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, and he slowed down to try and enjoy her exquisite pussy just a little longer.
“Oh!” She gasped over and over as he pressed his shaft deep inside her. Her head had drooped as she struggled for breath. He gripped her hips like a vice as he slowly, methodically pulled back and then slammed back into her. He felt her legs shaking beneath him signaling she was close as well. He raised his hands up to her waist and started pumping her faster. He felt his balls tighten and begin to rise up into his scrotum. It was so close now! He reached under her night shirt and grabbed one of her tits in each hand, squeezing them, twisting her nipples. She shuddered violently, crying out and he felt himself stiffen as he buried himself into her and held it, trying to penetrate her as far as he could as his dick began to spasm. He pulled on her nipples again and a tiny part of his mind fought against the rest as it exploded in ecstasy. ‘Her nipples…’ He realized with a heart wrenching start. ‘Where was the dumb bell?’
His mind raced as his orgasm faltered. He continued holding her tightly against him, his rock-hard cock pulsing urgently as he pressed against her cervix. He tentatively twisted her right nipple once more. There was no dumb bell piercing.
“Oh fuck!” He whispered harshly as it dawned on him. He was fucking Monica’s mother!
He should have pulled out immediately, but his hormone charged reproductive drive overwhelmed him. He felt helpless, like he was completely out of control of his body, and he tightened his grip and forced himself even deeper into her pussy. His cum shot through him and erupted into her in six epic spurts. With each burst he felt his swollen dick contract and swell, again and again.
“Oh God!” He cried louder as he surrendered to the euphoric tidal wave. He was oblivious to her own outcry as he began pumping in and out of her again.
After a moment his cognition and reasoning returned, and he pulled himself away from her with a jerking motion. He let go of her breasts and his hands slowly lowered down to her hips. Her body quivered in response.
In shock at his actions Grayson simply turned and walked out of the kitchen silently. He fell onto the bed and lay face down panting heavily. He never heard her walk quickly past and into her room.
***
He couldn’t sleep that night. His mind was awash with emotion as he relived his assault over and over. He felt guilty, afraid, angry, betrayed, used and mostly uncertain as to how to move forward. In the morning he would have to face her and try to explain. But explain what? And how?
Eventually morning did come, and he was sitting up in his shorts drinking a cup of coffee when the daughters began coming down. The twins were sweet and bubbly as usual and Tina once again headed straight out the door. Monica was a bit reserved when she appeared. She kissed him on the cheek and hugged him briefly before grabbing a coffee of her own.
“We need to go out today babe.” She explained hesitantly. “Just us girls again, I’m sorry.” She looked at him pleadingly. “But we will be back early this time, no later than 7. Then we can go out and have some fun if you want.” She seemed hopeful and took his silence and faraway look as confirmation. She immediately became chipper and happy and was leading the twins out the door shortly thereafter.
The house became still and quiet. There was that buzzing… No, it stopped. Weird.
Then he heard a shower start and he knew that Kathy was up. He had learned early in life to tackle his problems head on, so he rose to his feet and padded over to the master suite. The door was unlocked, and he entered the room. The large king-sized bed was unmade, and the bathroom door was open, the light that spilled through the door drew his attention to a white cord than lay on the bed and ran down the side to disappear behind the nightstand. He stepped over and saw the source of all the buzzing he had been hearing. He couldn’t help but smirk as he considered how much use the thing had gotten since he had been here.
He didn’t notice that the shower had stopped or that a shadow fell across the bathroom door. He jumped when he heard her gasp of surprise as she noticed his presence. He turned and found her standing in the doorway with a towel held up to her chest. It wasn’t wrapped around her wet body, and he could see her naked thighs and the side of her left breast. He glanced up at her eyes and found them full of alarm and uncertainty.
“Wha–what do you…want?” She asked softly.
He swallowed uncomfortably as his penis once again began betraying him. He was at a complete loss of words. “Um. I…” He shook his head to try and clear it as his cock began bulging against the front of his shorts. ‘Oh God! This isn’t happening…’
He stood helplessly and shrugged his shoulders. “I…uh…I wanted to…um…apologize.” He stammered. “You know for last night?”
She didn’t reply.
He shifted his feet and fought the urge to rearrange his shorts, giving away his raging hardon. “I obviously didn’t know it was you…at first.”
She was staring straight at his tenting crotch. “But you did know eventually.” She commented.
“But why didn’t you stop me?” He asked suddenly his face was hot as he imagined the rest of her body that was hidden from him behind the towel.
“Why didn’t you stop?” She countered.
He looked down at the floor and ground his teeth frustrated. “Because I couldn’t.” Suddenly his uncertainty faded away and he felt determination and confidence return. He looked up and met her gaze. “I thought you were Monica at first. But little things were different, better.” He stepped towards her. “Amazing!”
He stood an arm’s length in front of her and paused. “I don’t know what happened and I wont try to explain it. But I do not regret having experienced it.” He reached out and touched her chin softly. She was quivering.
“I want to experience it again.”
She looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I want to take you to bed right now.” He concluded breathing heavily. He took a half a step closer and touched her arm. With his other hand he took her towel and pulled it away from her.
She released it and let him pull her against his body. She was cold and damp and her hair dripped but she smelled like nothing he had ever known. She was clean, fresh, and very, very aroused. His erection pressed into her belly through his shorts as he held her close, touching his lips to her neck. She shuddered again and moaned softly at his caress.
He led her over to the bed and stood before her again. He grabbed the waist band of his briefs and slipped them down over his hips until they fell to his feet. As he stepped out of them he took her left hand and guided it to his rigid shaft, placing her fingers around it. He repeated this action with her right hand cupping his balls, and she stood silently staring at his member. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her down until she slowly sank to her knees.
With no further urging she bent forward and took him into her mouth with another moan. He placed a hand on her blonde head and closed his eyes with pleasure as she began working her mouth back and forth over his length. He let her continue for several minutes before he stopped her and pulled away. With gentle hands he lifted her up and sat her on the bed spreading her legs.
He dropped to his knees and buried his face into her crotch. Pulling her lips aside with his fingers he began running his tongue up and down her slit, occasionally pushing it into her depths and then pulling out again. He soft moans quickly change to louder cries of passion as he repeatedly stimulated her pleasure centers. He lapped at her clitoris, drawing it from its protective hood. When he sucked it into his mouth and rubbed it gently with his teeth; he sent her into a wild orgasm. Her cries became shrieks and she gripped his head with both her hands while thrusting her pelvis harder against his face. His mouth was positioned just right, and she squirted directly into it as she came. He continued to lick her and tease her button until she pushed him away begging him to stop.
He rose to his feet smiling at her eagerly and helped her rise up and crawl into the bed. She moved over to make room for him, and he joined her, placing his body over hers. He positioned his knees between her spread legs and began rubbing his shaft against her mons. Her hands reached up and held his sides as he rubbed back and forth. He felt her hips begin to raise off the bed as she tried to stab herself onto him. With his hand he guided his tip to her entranced and pushed into her steadily. She was so moist and slick that he buried himself to the hilt with one thrust.
Unlike last night, theirs was a joint coupling. She responded to his every move. When he lowered his face to hers she returned his kiss fervently, sticking her tongue into his mouth and moaning desperately. She synchronized her own hip thrusts to his as they fused themselves together in a slow erotic dance of passion. When he began thrusting and pumping harder and harder, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down next to hers. She kissed his ear, neck, and shoulder crying out, “Oh God!” over and over. She raised her legs up higher and higher until they pointed straight up to the ceiling giving him deeper access to her womb. Sweat beaded across his face as he slammed into her rapidly.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” He finally cried and pushed deeply one final time as he began shooting his cum deep inside her. She felt the surge of his hot seed and surrendered to her own shuddering climax. She held onto him as he gasped for breath, and felt his rigid cock begin to soften and withdraw from her. Eventually her legs lowered back to the bed, and she relaxed her hold, allowing him to roll off her and lay against her side.
“Oh my God!” He panted into her ear. “That was so amazing!”
She lay on her back with her eyes closed, too winded to talk. Instead, she just nodded and continued breathing rapidly.
***
By 3 pm they had made love twice more and then again in the shower before they dressed and went to the kitchen for food. They sat beside each other at the table devouring sandwiches and talking quietly.
“So, what do we do now?” Kathy asked him earnestly. She was no longer shy and withdrawn around him. Her bare foot rested on his under the table just for an excuse to touch him.
“Well, we need to discuss what we want and share our expectations for each other.” He began. “I know it’s early, but I am pretty sure I want you and you alone.” He added as he smiled at her.
She leaned in to kiss him after she swallowed. “I want you too.” She replied. “I just don’t understand what happened.”
“I don’t either but I’m not looking back.” He replied. “I think I just made love for the first time in my life.” He paused to take another bite and reflected as he chewed. “Monica and I were completely physical. It was dynamite and pure electricity.” He admitted. “But I don’t think I ever once felt an emotional bond with her.” He waved at the door disgustedly. “And if I did, it shriveled up and died once we got here.”
Kathy cringed, once more embarrassed by the antics of her girls. Then she shrugged and turned back to him as he finished his lunch. “So…Grayson Emerson.” She stood as she took his plate. “Do you have a middle name?” He couldn’t speak as he stared hungrily at her ass as she stepped over to the kitchen sink. She looked back at him expectantly.
“Jacoby.” He finally answered.
“And you work in aerospace as a manager or something?” She continued as she rinsed off the plates and set them in the dishwasher with their glasses.
“Or something.” He replied coyly and winked at her when she turned toward him with a curious expression.
“Why do I think that there is more to you than Monica knows?” She asked, inviting him to join her on the couch. “What is the company you work for?”
He sat next to her and slid his arm around her shoulders pulling her to him. “EJ Aeronautics.” He said then reached into his pocket to remove a business card. He handed it to her. Her eyes bulged when she read it:
EJ Aeronautics, Inc.
A subsidiary of Grayson Enterprises
Grayson J Emerson–Owner & CEO
She gasped. “You own the entire company?”
He nodded taking the card back. “Plus a few others.”
She shook her head before leaning it against his shoulder. “My daughter doesn’t know does she?”
He smirked. “Not a clue.”
“Damn. She really blew this one.” The mother of four sighed. Not that she was complaining. She was feeling a connection to this man that she had never had before. And she wasn’t about to give it up for anything or anyone.
“Yep.” He had no idea that he was feeling and thinking the same thoughts as her at that moment.
“One thing is certain.” She stated happily. He looked at her waiting. “You wont be sleeping on this old couch anymore.”
They were interrupted in their quiet musings by the sudden entrance of a disgruntled Tina, who stomped into the house closing the door roughly and throwing her bag onto the table, before realizing that she wasn’t alone. “Um…Hi, mom.” She stared at them curiously as she walked over to the couch. She bent over and kissed her mother on the head then walked towards the kitchen still eyeing them suspiciously. “You two look…comfortable.” She said with a tone betraying her curiosity.
Kathy burst out laughing, a sound that the youngest daughter had not heard in a long time (or Grayson–ever).
He grinned at her and looked back at the younger woman with a wink.
Tina turned back towards them and stood with her arms crossed. “Okay what the hell is going on?” She demanded. “Did I miss something?”
Kathy rose from the couch and went to hug her daughter. “Yes sweetheart. You missed a great deal.” She caressed her cheek lovingly. “But not as much as your sister has.”
He could see the gears turning behind her eyes as she looked back and forth at them several times. “So, you two are…” She swept her long blonde hair back over her ears. “And Monica doesn’t…” She stared wide eyed at her mom who shook her head with a knowing smile. Tina bent her knees excitedly and grabbed her mother’s arms. “Oh my God!” She screeched with a huge smile and laugh. “This is just too much! I can’t believe it!” She bounced repeatedly and hugged her mom again. “And she has no fucking clue yet!” She erupted into a fit of hysterically laughter and spun around.
Grayson’s laugh brought her up short and he raised his eyebrows as she strutted towards him with a frown. “And just who are you?” She demanded with a fake deep voice. “And what are your intentions with MY mother?” Her façade crumbled as her mirth burst forth again. “I don’t care!” She squealed with delight. “You are gonna pop that stupid bitch’s ego like a zit!” She squealed as tears leaked from her eyes. She plopped down on the couch right beside him and beamed up at him. “I can’t wait to watch this.”
Grayson just laughed again and put his arm over her shoulders. “It will be my pleasure.”
“So can I call you ‘daddy’?” she asked demurely with a fake bat of her eyelashes.
Kathy snorted and Grayson laughed again. “Oh, please don’t Tina.” He chided. “Pappa will do.” They were all laughing at that, and Kathy joined them on the couch sitting on the other side of her daughter.
“Show her your card honey.” He liked the way that sounded coming from her and he casually handed the card over.
Tina’s bubbly hippy vibe vanished as she shot to her feet in amazement and turned back to them with big eyes. “So, you are some super rich guy?” She stammered.
“Tina!” Kathy admonished.
Grayson shrugged. “I do alright for myself.” He stated ambiguously.
The 19-year-old wasn’t letting it go. “Are you a Millionaire or something?”
“Tina!” Kathy barked more firmly. Her daughter ignored her as she looked at him expectantly.
He made a face as he spread his hands at his side. “Or something.”
Tina’s eyes bulged as she waved the card around. “And Monica has no idea that she had her hooks into a freakin Billionaire…” She grinned when he didn’t correct her. She plopped back down and clung to his arm batting her eyes at him ridiculously. “Do I get an allowance? Pappa?” She tried to keep a straight face but began giggling when her mom smacked her shoulder angrily.
“Tina Marie!” She growled. “I can still spank you!”
“C’mon! pleeeze!” She whined with a stupid grin that made Grayson burst out laughing.
“Why do you need an allowance?” He chuckled. “I thought you had a job.”
Her grin faded and she sighed angrily. “My job sucks!” She groaned. “And the pay fucking sucks!” She leaned over to untie her shoes. “I still need to come up with another $1,500 if I’m ever gonna get my car out of the shop.” She stood and did a sexy pirouette like a pole dancer. “Unless I’m willing to spread them like Moni for my perv mechanic.”
“What kind of car is it?”
“’63 Bug.” She replied proudly. “She’s sky blue and beautiful.” She added dreamily. “But her clutch is fried and so is the tranny. And something about a throw up bearing.” She went and put her shoes in the mud room.
“Out.” He corrected. “Throw ‘out’ bearing. I love VWs! My first car was a refurbished Thing.” He said with enthusiasm. “Still have it.”
She smiled at him as she went into the kitchen. “I think I may like you.” She confessed. “Pappa.”
He groaned for ever encouraging her. “We will work something out.” He promised.
7 pm came and went and there was no sign of the three older sisters. Grayson just sighed and got to his feet. “I have a thought.” He declared to them as they sat together waiting for the imminent confrontation. “A very evil thought.” He grinned.
They both looked up at him with nearly identical expressions of curiosity.
“Let’s just go to bed and sleep on it.”
Mother and daughter looked at each other as it dawned on them. With a grin Tina reached over and kissed her mom on the cheek, before jumping to her feet. “Well good night y’all.” She called in her best Texas drawl. Grayson rolled his eyes. “Try not to keep me up.” She added as she bounced lightly up the stairs.
Finding the couch empty again was sure to send Monica over the edge, but Grayson was beyond caring. Nor was he even aware of their arrival later that night. Kathy’s soft cries of passion right next to his ear covered the noise of their drunken entry and their startled dismay at the empty living room. He didn’t even hear them stagger up the stairs to bed.
***
Everyone was late getting up the following morning. Tina rose first and made the coffee as she eagerly anticipated the fireworks. Her mom joined her with a knowing smile, and they sat together at the table chatting quietly until Lisa and Lola made an appearance, followed closely by Monica. The oldest sister staggered down the stairs glaring at the empty couch.
“Where is Grayson now?” She demanded.
Kathy and Tina looked at each other with faked expressions of astonishment. “I guess he really is tired of sleeping on that old couch.” Their mother suggested. Only she noticed the master suite door open slowly.
“How are we going to work this out if he just keeps taking off like this?” Monica screeched angrily. “I told him to wait for me.”
Tina turned toward her sister and gave her a disgusted look. “I guess he’s done waiting.”
The twins looked at each other worriedly.
“Well, he didn’t go far.” She blurted as she opened her phone. “His car is still out front.” She began pecking at the keypad furiously.
Grayson walked quietly out of the master bedroom, bare foot and bare chested, wearing only a worn pair of sweatpants. Lisa and Lola gaped as he stretched his arms and yawned loudly. “Nope.” He said. “Not far at all.”
Tina giggled as Monica screeched in surprise and whirled around, dropping her phone.
“Gray!” She cried startled. Then she started towards him with her arms held wide. “Baby you scared me!”
He dodged her hug and continued to the table. The three older sisters all stared open mouthed as he grabbed Kathy into a tight hug and kissed her deeply. It shocked them even more when she returned both gestures just as passionately.
The silence was suffocating until Tina began making loud gagging noises causing her mother to kick her in the shin. She yelped and giggled.
“What…the…fuck?” Monica shrieked when the two lovers finally parted and turned to her holding hands. She stared at them with a horrified expression. “Wh–wha…”
Kathy stepped forward. “Monica. Sit down. And close your mouth before…” She turned irritable as Tina interrupted her with a loud burst of hysterical laughter. “Tina please…”
But the youngest couldn’t help herself as she bent over holding her sides and brayed like a donkey. “I–I can’t…help it!” She cried. Monica sat down and gaped at her with a vacant expression. Tina looked back at her and started laughing again. “You!” She pointed at her stunned sibling, gasping with tears in her eyes. She stepped forward and fell onto the couch bumping her rudely. “You stupid cow!”
Everyone else looked on with various expressions. Lola’s was equally vacant while her twin gaped in utter disbelief. Kathy frowned and twisted her nose while Grayson struggled not to let Tina’s amusement infect him.
“Oh my God! This is so awesome!” Tina cried as she poked her sister again. “You fucked up so bad!” Her voice choked as she fell into another fit of giggling. “And you’re so fucking dumb, you don’t even know what you lost!” With that she fell back on the couch and began kicking her legs in the air.
Monica’s face darkened with rage as she slapped at her sister’s flailing legs and jumped to her own feet. “What is she talking about?”
“It’s really quite simple Monica.” Grayson said facing her. “Though I agree with Tina that you probably wont get it.” He smirked as the youngest lost her shit again and muffled her laughter into the couch cushion. “But its like this.” He looked evenly at his ex-fiancé. “Having me abstain from any sex was the best thing you could have ever done to me.” Monica’s face continued to reflect her vacant expression.
“You see when I finally did have sex again,” He turned and pulled Kathy to him with a warm hug. “I got to experience the greatest thing in the universe. Something I never had with you.” He kissed her deeply and smiled. “I felt what it is like to make love to someone.” He explained. “And now I know what I truly want, and I have it.” He looked back at his ex. “And for that I am truly grateful.”
There was a pregnant silence in the room as his words sank in. Lisa looked at her twin with wide eyes and silently mouthed the words, ‘Oh my God!’. Tina beamed at everyone around the room and Monica stood opening and closing her mouth in disbelief.
“You fucked my MOTHER?”
Kathy sighed. “Oh, don’t be so crude dear!” She retorted. “It was so much more than fucking.”
Which of course sent Tina into another fit of amused hysterics.
Monica’s face clouded and tears began falling from her eyes. “But…what about the wedding?” She bawled. Even Tina froze in amazement at her words.
“Oh dear.” Sighed their mother.
***
“So, what is going to happen now?” Lola asked as she sat back down at the table.
“Well,” Grayson began. “, in a few days your mother and I are going to head back to Houston.” He looked at the twins evenly. “You are both big girls and can decide for yourselves what you want. You can continue to live here and carry on as usual.” He gave them each a smirk. “Or if you want to try and move forward with your lives, you can let me know and we will see if I can help you out.”
He looked over at Tina who was still basking in the glow of her mirth. “You and I have things to talk about.” He smiled. “But first we are going to head over and see this mechanic of yours.” Her eyes lit up and she jumped to her feet, bouncing to his side to kiss his cheek and hug him warmly. “Thank you.” She purred. “Pappa.”
“What about me?” Monica asked tearfully as she sat on the couch shredding tissues.
Grayson sighed at her whiny voice. “What about you Monica?”
She sniffed. “You can’t just give up and walk out on me…”
He shook his head disdainfully. “No. You actually walked out on me.”