She asked me for breast implants for her birthday. That was an interesting conversation at lunch a week ago. I told her mother I would pay if they were not obscene, and she approves. Her mother did not approve. Her mother thought she was beautiful as she was, which I agreed with. It never came up again.
After Kelly wakes me up, she sits on my lap, grinding her ass into me with a huge smile on her face. She then hands me a thick script. I look at her in wonder.
She can’t look at me as she says, “Mom eventually told me what happened when she had her evening in your playroom. It was a long time before she spilled the beans. Your family is playing with the children tonight.” She blushes. “I wouldn’t let them play with us.” I look at her with surprise. She laughs at me.
“Oh, come on. If your family joins us, there’s no way any of the boys touches one of us. Your four women are gorgeous. I mean, I would fuck any one of them, and I love men. No. They are too good-looking. I was also told you don’t share well. I remember the story of your life. They get the babies.
“There is a shortage of decent guys. Every one of my friends will be joining us. Your script is a form of clean health from a doctor for each man and woman here. All the women are on the pill. Even though we are all eighteen, I got written consent from each parent for you. Two girls are not here because of their parents.
“You will fuck at least me and eat each woman to at least one orgasm. None of them have had a talented partner. I have it on good authority that you will do well.” I smile. “We will auction off the guys. You are in charge. Nothing mean or painful is allowed other than consenting anal. Everyone will use a safeword of pineapple. After that, there isn’t much script. We have two cases of whip cream but no ice cream. I don’t understand.”
Ah ha, mommy didn’t tell her everything.
I smile at her, “We shall see what comes up. I would try to talk you out of this, but I know how you feel. This isn’t just lust at seeing me for the first time. You helped me a lot, and you have always been much wiser and intelligent than your years indicate. Oh, by the way. You’re not joining the family.”
She’s angry, “But Vickie said ….”
I slap my hand over her face, “Do you remember what happened the last time Vickie tried to control me? It didn’t end well. Be your own woman; find a boy your own age.”
She has tears streaming down her face. Oh shit. I’m in trouble.
I try to reason with her, “I have four women, and my body is wearing out.”
She tries to reason with me, “You said it yourself; I have an older soul. No way I am your age.” I laugh out loud. “Besides, Jane, Sophia, and your mom support me.”
I reply, “Your mother is going to hate me if I do this. It’s not fair to you. This is a horrible idea.”
While still crying, she giggles, “It was mom’s idea.”
Fuck me!
The end.