Her mother was speaking. What I heard was, “Andy, I said for you and John to take that to your room right now.”
Although I was happy to do it anywhere, I decided to comply. I stood and pulled up my shorts and trousers. Andrea swiveled on the stool, picked up my coffee and drank it down. She sat the cup down saying, “Okay mom.” She swiveled back to face me and launched herself into my arms. I carried Andrea to the stairs. With a final glance at Mary, I saw she had her right hand down inside her powder blue sweatpants.
When in Andrea’s room I turned to lock the door, she said, “Don’t lock it.” I shrugged, turned and sat her on her bed. As she flipped her house robe off, she said, “I don’t think she will, but just in case she wants to watch, she can come in. Thinking about her watching will make me hotter.” By this time, I was totally naked. Pointing at my rubber covered dick she said, “Get that thing off.”
I rolled the rubber off and tossed it in the nearly empty wastebasket by her small study desk. “Are you throwing it away?”
“Once it is out of the package it doesn’t keep. I have more at home.”
“Just so you have one on June 17,” she said as she moved into her usual position on the bed.
“The day you turn 17 years old,” I said as I crawled onto the bed to get into the side way 69 position.
“Yes, we will do it in the evening so I can say I kept my cherry longer than mom, ’cause dad first screwed her in the morning of her 17th birthday,” she said as she lay her head on my thigh and stroked my dick with both of her hands.
She was flowing with so much pussy juice that I spent a lot of time just lapping it up and swallowing it. I suddenly realized I was about to blow a load in Andrea’s mouth. I shoved a couple of fingers in her pussy and went to her clit with my mouth. She was farther along than I thought because she immediately tensed the way she usually did when she orgasmed. The first surge of my cum caught her by surprise but each of the next five or so surges she timed her swallow of the head of my dick so that they went down her throat.
The first thing I thought of after I caught my breath I asked about, “Did your mother come to watch?”
“Don’t think so,” she said between sucks on my dick to make sure she got every last drop. She then asked, “Do you know when I came down the stairs, mom was just unbuckling your belt? I did not know anything about the rubber. I thought she was giving you a blow job.”
“You did?”
“If she had, I would have watched and said nothing until she was done.”
“Really?”
“Yes, she has said she wanted to taste your cum to see if it tastes the same as dad’s.”
I stopped myself before I said that my mother said my cum was sweeter than my dad’s. I told myself I had to not think things like that because I have said my thoughts aloud without meaning to do so. I told myself to not think of my mother. Andrea and her mother were of whom I would think. “Your mom can taste me anytime she wants,” I said.
“What do you want to do now?” she asked as she sat up and reached for a brush to brush out the tangles in her hair. I thought of the many things we could do as I watched her brush her hair. It was long and the color of dry straw without the hint of a curl. Because of her small size it seemed longer that it was.
I sat up to face her. I wondered about trying things we had not yet done. “We can do anything you want. Your choice,” I said.
“I drank most of your coffee, but I think I would like some breakfast,” she said as she finished with her hair. We both stood and she slipped into her house robe while I began looking for my undershorts. “I should get you a robe, so you do not have to dress,” she said as she scurried out of the room. She was back by the time I had put on my under shorts and t-shirt. I put on the purple robe she handed me.
“This your dad’s?” I asked.
“No, it was my older brother’s. He is called Roy though his name is Royal,” she said as she went to the door.
Bare foot like her, I followed Andrea to the kitchen where we found her mother preparing blueberry pancakes. Looking up from her cooking she said, “For a moment I saw two of my children coming to breakfast. Andy, did you go in Roy’s room to get that?”
“I thought it would be okay,” Andrea said.
“It is…just…never mind. It’s okay,” Mary said as she returned to the breakfast preparation.
I looked at Andrea with a questioning look and she said, “Dad declared Roy’s room off limits after he caught Roy and his then girlfriend, now wife, screwing in there.”
“I did not know you knew all about it,” her mother said without looking up from turning the pancakes on the griddle.
“How could I not with dad, Roy, and Queeny all screaming the night dad kicked them out,” Andrea said.
“Roy’s wife is named Queeny?” I asked.
“No, that is just what everyone calls her since she is married to a Royal. By the way, we cannot talk about them when dad is around, and I know mom sneaks off sometimes to see her grandkids. But these are all secrets I should not be sharing,” Andrea said, looking to her mother.
Mary said, “No Andy, I think we can trust John. Just remember, what your dad doesn’t know…” Her words trailed off as she served us each three blueberry pancakes.
I noted that the mood had turned bluer than the blueberries. I racked my brain to think of something to say to lighten the mood. All I could come up with was, “You know, the only blue thing we eat is blueberries.”
“I think you are right about that, John,” Mary said. The silence again descended over us. I thought sure I was witnessing the Logan family’s blues. I finished off my pancakes and sipped some coffee. Then Mary said, “I should not have sent you to your room before. I was acting like you dad.”
“No, you weren’t. Dad would have sent us out of the house,” Andrea said before she ate the last bite of her pancakes.
“Your right and dad’s not here and until three this afternoon there are no children around to be corrupted so we can do anything we want to do,” her mother decreed.
“You really mean anything, mom?” Andrea asked.
“Yes, anything you want,” her mother insisted.
“I know you want to see John and I do a 69,”
“Is that okay with you John?” Mary asked.
“Fine with me,” I said enthusiastically.
“Goody! In the living room!” Andrea called over her shoulder as she rushed up the stairs. A minute later, Mary and I stood watching Andrea spread a large beach towel out on the carpeted living room floor. Sitting on the towel she looked up at us and said, “I think you need a towel too, mom.” She was pointing at her mother’s crotch. Mary looked down at the very wet crotch of her powder blue sweatpants, as her daughter said, “God mom, you must be horny as hell.”
Mary rushed off up the stairs. Andrea asked me, “Would you want to do my mom?”
“Sure, if she wants.”
Andrea jump up and ran after her mother. I wondered, by do does she mean eat or fuck. Oh well, I will just go along. A few minutes later the two came down the stairs side by side both wearing identical white house robes, although of different sizes since Andrea was 16 inches shorter. I was sitting cross legged on the towel. They walked right up to me and Andrea said, “Mom, show him what you look like under the robe.”