Date: Thu, 30 Nov 2000 07:55:22 -0600
From: Tim Foure <timfoure@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad the Sequel Ch 7-8"  (incest) (adult-youth)

Me and Dad the Sequel, Part I   Extending the Family (continued)

by Tim Foure
copyright 2000 Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.
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Chapter 7   Mike

Chris was very put out with my dad when what he considered a prime
opportunity for sex was allowed to pass with no sex taking place. This
happened on the first Saturday I stayed with my dad after New Years. Larry,
Chris, Dad, and I had lunch and saw a movie together. Actually we saw two
different movies together, Chris and me at one and Larry and Dad at
another. It seldom happened that we all wanted to see the same thing.

Larry and Dad had set it up when they met at the gym the previous Thursday.
It was all Chris could talk about at school that Friday. He was certain the
whole point of our getting together was so we could go back to my dad's
apartment afterwards and my dad could fuck him. My dad had already told me
he wasn't really very interested in group sex. He preferred it one on
one. And he preferred men his own age. He'd made it clear to me what had
happened so far with the four of us had been as a favor to Chris because we
were such good friends and because I had said I wanted to try it. Without
telling Chris any of that, I tried to tell him he probably wouldn't be
getting fucked, but he wouldn't listen to me. He told me it was a sure
thing.

All through the movie he was wiggling around in his seat.

I asked him in a whisper, "What ails you?"

"I got a hardon! I can't sit still!" he whispered back in a tense voice.

"Go jerk off in the men's room."

"No way! It'll mess me up for tonight."

"I'm telling ya, nothing's gonna happen tonight!"

"I know it will!"

So he sat there and fidgeted.

When Chris and I left the theater where our movie was showing, Dad and
Larry were waiting for us in the lobby. They had decided we ought to have
ice cream sundaes as a sort of delayed dessert from lunch. Chris could
barely eat his. I looked a question at him, and he eyebrowed an answer back
to me. I gave my head one single half shake to tell him he was wasting his
time and got a smug look in reply. I shrugged at him and got back to my
sundae.

As we went back into the mall from the ice cream shop, Larry said, "Today
was fun. We need to do this again. Guess I'll see you Monday night,
Dave. Bye, Mike."

Dad agreed they'd see each other on Monday and said good-bye. I said
good-bye too.

Chris looked stunned. I thought he wouldn't say anything at first but he
finally managed to get out a strangled good-bye before he walked away with
his dad.

When we were in the car, I told Dad what Chris had said.

"Can't be helped. I'm not gonna stand at stud for him just because he wants
me to."

"He's gonna be all over me about it next week."

"Tell him the truth. Tell him I don't like group sex. You don't have to
tell him I'm not particularly interested in sex with boys my son's age, but
I'm not."

"I couldn't tell him that anyhow. He won't see any difference between me
and him."

"Well, I see a big difference between the two of you."

On Monday Chris was waiting when I got to school. Mom was driving the car
pool, so he waved at her. He started talking to me as soon as I got out of
the car.

"Man, I was so mad Saturday! I was so sure it was gonna happen."

"I didn't think it would."

"Why not?"

"My dad told me he really doesn't like doing stuff in groups."

"Yeah, but it was just us. It's not like a big group of people he didn't
know or something."

"There are four of us though. That's still a group."

We didn't get any further because the school buses arrived and we were
surrounded by kids.

I could tell all morning that he was thinking about it. At lunchtime he
told me to hurry up so we could get some privacy before the cafeteria
filled up. I knew what we would be talking about, but I hurried anyhow.

When we had gotten our food and settled at an empty table away from
everyone else, he told me, "I got it all figured out."

"What?"

"I just got to work it out so it's just me and him. Then it won't be a
group."

I knew there was still the other issue, but I let that be and responded,
"How're you gonna do that?"

"Dunno yet. But I'll figure something out."

He then returned to something he hadn't done recently. He used to ask for
every possible detail I could supply about my dad's dick when he thought
he'd never see it, much less touch it, himself.  He wanted to build a
picture of it in his mind. When he got hold of the real thing, he lost
interest in what I could tell him. Now he began to ask for details about
what it was like to be fucked.  Each answer prompted another question,
always pressing for more detains. I was actually glad when our privacy
disappeared and we had to change subjects.

But the subject came up again Tuesday, and since Chris asked me to spend
the night at his house, it continued until bedtime. Wednesday he slacked
off a little, but the topic still came up.

I told my dad on Wednesday night.

"Why don't you fuck him if he wants to be fucked so bad? It'll be a nice
change from sucking."

"I never thought about it. I don't know how."

"Easy to learn. Make sure he's loose and lubed. And go slow. Feel for his
prostate with your finger so you'll be able to hit it with your dick. Watch
to see if you're hurting him and stop whenever you do."

"What does a prostate feel like? I mean from the outside. It feels great
from my side." At the time I asked, he had his finger inside me and was
rubbing mine gently.

He laughed. "Give me your hand."

He had me make a fist with only my middle finger sticking out. Then he
lubed my middle finger and had me shove it into my asshole. When it was in
as far as it would go, he slid his finger in beside it. He hadn't stretched
me much yet. It was a tight fit. Suddenly I felt pleasure.

"Now feel where the end of my finger is."

After I located it, I felt around. I could tell I was touching the same
spot he was, but it didn't feel nearly as good. I told him, "It feels
better when you touch it."

"Everything about sex feels better when somebody else does it for you," he
told me as he pulled his finger out of me. "Ok, you know what you're
feeling for now, right?"

I felt around a little more, getting the shape and feel of it firmly into
my memory. "Yeah, I do," I told him as I pulled my finger out. I hoped it
wasn't going to be long before he put his own back into me. I was feeling
empty.

"You probably ought to do it with him on his hands and knees. Then he can
move away if it hurts too much. At least start out that way."

"Ok, we will."

"One more thing."

"Yeah?" I asked as his finger slid into me and the tip touched my prostate.

"Some guys don't think it feels all that good to be touched there."

That didn't make any sense to me. "How can it feel good for some guys and
not for others.  Doesn't it have to be the same feeling?"

"I'd sure think it felt the same. But it's whether you like the feeling
that's the big thing, not what the feeling is. And that goes on in your
head." He pointed to my brain to make his point.

On Thursday I told Chris, "Nobody home at my house this afternoon."

"I'll call my mom at lunchtime."

When we got home and stripped off our clothes, I told him, "How about if I
fuck you?"

"You know how?"

"Sure! You just stick you dick in and do it."

"That's fucking a girl. I think there's more to it if you're doing it to a
guy."

"We got to get you loosened up first. And I got some lube from my dad."

"Did he know you were gonna do it?"

"I said we might try it."

"What'd he think?"

"That we'd be alright. That's why he gave me the lube. You wanna do it or
not?"

We began sucking each other's dicks to get us in the mood, not that we
actually needed any help.  We did it in a sixty-nine position so we could
work from our dicks over our balls, along our perineums, and finally reach
our assholes. I had his relaxed in no time.  Mine was pretty relaxed as
well.

I sucked his dick while I began to lube him. First I rubbed his asshole in
circles with the lube, eventually pushing against the center until my
finger moved into him. I felt for his prostate as my finger went in
deeper. Suddenly I knew I was touching it.

"That feels weird!" he told me.

"Good weird or bad weird?"

"Just weird." It didn't sound like he liked it very much.

"I got to get you loosened up so my dick'll fit."

"Your dad did this to you?"

"Yeah. How else d'ya think he could get his dick in me?"

"I thought he just shoved it in."

"No way! Think about it."

"Yeah, I guess." It was said grudgingly.

When I thought it was time, I pulled my finger out of him and lubed two of
them. He definitely didn't like it when I began to push them into him.

"Hey, that hurts!"

"You think that hurts, think about what it'd feel like if I just shoved my
dick into you without doing this."

"Ok," he said, but he was clearly not happy with what was happening.

When he finally loosened up, I decided I didn't need to do it again with
three fingers since my dick was smaller than my dad's. I lubed it up, got
him on his hands and knees with his legs open, and set the head of my dick
firmly against his lubed asshole.

"That doesn't hurt like your fingers did," he said accusingly.

"It's not in you yet. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop."

I began to push my dick against his asshole, increasing the pressure as
slowly as I could.

"That's starting to hurt," he told me.

It was starting to hurt me too. I felt like my dick was going to bend in
half.

"Want me to stop?"

He seemed to be mulling it over. "No, I guess not."

I knew he wasn't going through this for me. It was still in his mind that
my dad would fuck him and he had to be prepared.

When I was pushing as hard as I dared, feeling the whole time that my dick
would bend in half any second, he said, "Maybe we don't need to do this."

Just then, my dick head moved into him followed by about half the shaft
before I could ease off on the pressure. There was a definite popping
sensation.

"What'd you do?" he asked, panic in his voice. "It feels like something
broke!"

"It was just the head of my dick going in. Nothing broke. That's always the
hardest part."

"This isn't like I thought it was gonna be. Sucking's a lot more fun."

"Want me to stop? I can pull it out."

"No, I guess we gotta do this."

I pushed the rest of my dick slowly into him. When I had it in as far as it
would go, I let it stay still for a while. Then I started to pull it out.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's ok."

"You like it?"

"No."

"We don't have to do this, ya know."

"Do some more and then I'll decide, ok?"

I slid it in and out about half a dozen times.

"I really don't like this," he told me.

"We could try a different position," I offered.

"You don't do it like this?"

"No, I do it on my back."

"How come you did it like this to me if you don't do it this way?"

"So if it hurts, you can move away. If you're underneath me, you're
trapped."

"Oh," he said. "I guess that makes sense."

I pulled my dick out of him. There was another "pop" when the head passed
through the ring of muscle at his asshole. I felt him jerk under me but he
didn't say anything.

When he had rolled onto his back, I was surprised to see he wasn't hard. I
pulled his legs up and got him to hold them spread open. I put more lube on
my dick and pressed it against his asshole.  I expected it to slide
straight in. It didn't.

"You're supposed to make your asshole open up."

"Ok, I'll try."

After a minute of pushing my dick head against it, I told him, "You've got
it squeezed shut."

"I'm trying. Just keep pushing."

I increased the pressure. Then I was in all the way to the hilt.

"Take it out! Take it out!"

I pulled my dick out of his as fast as it went in.

"I can't believe you like that! I felt like I was gonna throw up!"

"Honest, that's how we do it and it feels great to me."

There was a suspicious look in his eyes and suspicion in his voice as he
asked me, "You sure?"

"Why would I make it up?"

"I dunno." But the suspicion was still there.

"Listen, if you can think of another way to do it, you tell me what it is
and I'll do it to you that way," I told him.

His features straightened out. "I can't think of any other way. The only
place you could fuck a guy is in the asshole. I just didn't like how it
felt! I can't believe you like it."

"Maybe it makes a difference who's doing it to you."

"I don't see how it could feel better if the dick was even bigger. Your
dick felt like a telephone pole going up inside me."

We were quiet for a minute or two. I was thinking about the size of my dick
compared to my dad's.

"Listen," I told him. "If you want to do it to me, you can."

"Why?"

"Just so you can see I'm not lying to you."

"I know you're not. I'd really rather suck than do this."

"That's great! Let's do that instead."

"You gotta wash yours off first and get all that stuff off of it."

Once my dick was clean, we dropped to the floor and entered the familiar
territory of dick-in- mouth sex. I knew immediately Chris was trying to
make me cum in the shortest possible time. It had been months since we'd
done that. At first I thought I'd make him slow down and make it last, but
I decided instead he deserved a treat, so I returned the favor on his
dick. We were both finished in under two minutes.

As we were lying side by side afterwards, I told him, "I let you get away
with that, but I really like it better if we make it last."

"I do too! But right then I needed to cum. I was afraid sex might not feel
like it used to after what we tried to do. Man, I really hated that! I had
to know it was still the same. Now all I got to do is figure out how I can
get to be alone with your dad."


Chapter 8 Charlie

When the holidays were over, Linda began inviting me occasionally to come
to her house for dinner. Mike wasn't always there when she did, and from
time to time when he was, Chris was there as well. Linda told me how much
time the two boys spent at each other's houses and about the arrangements
she and Chris's mother had set up for meals and for the return of clothing
which accumulated in the wrong house. As I listened, I wished I had had a
good friend like that when I was a teenager.

Mike continued to treat me as he had the first night, warmly and openly.
Chris was a little slower to come around. When I mentioned it to Linda, she
told me, "Chris has always been very fond of Dave. I think he's reacting to
you the way you thought Mike might."

"I guess Dave didn't have a talk with him," I said in a joking manner.
"Think he would?"

"I could ask," she told me with a sly smile.

I never asked whether or not she did, but shortly after that Chris began to
warm up to me too.  After we had been seeing each other for about three
months, Linda decided to have sex with me.  Or perhaps I should say she
arranged for it to happen. We had already become physically comfortable
with each other, kissing, hugging, cuddling to watch tv, and occasionally
going a little farther. It wasn't that she had refused to do more. It was
rather that I had had a sense from her that she wasn't yet prepared
to. Then one evening when Mike was with his father, as we were sitting on
the sofa after dinner, kissing and pretending to watch tv, she said, "We'd
probably be more comfortable in the bedroom."

I was surprised. "Why now all of a sudden?" I asked her.

"I think I'm finally ready. But I have to warn you, I'm not very good at
this."

"I'm sure we can manage. But I didn't come prepared." I had carried a
supply of condoms all the time until I started to see Linda. I was sure I
didn't have even one with me just then. This was in the days when fear of
unprotected sex had little to do with the transmission of disease in spite
of advertisements which said condoms had no other purpose than to prevent
it.  The real fear was that intercourse without a condom could make two
people into parents in very short order. A quick trip to the nearest
drugstore would certainly be a mood killer, but there seemed to be no
alternative.

"I did," she told me, much to my surprise.

She led me to her bedroom where she began to unbutton my shirt. She seemed
very much in control. I got into the act as well, pulling her sweater over
her head. We matched each other move for move, taking off one piece of each
other's clothing after another until we were both naked. My dick was rigid
from the beginning. It was a relief when she pulled down my briefs and
released it. When she stood up, I pulled her against me, pressing my thigh
against her crotch. I could feel her heat and dampness between her legs on
my skin.

I wanted to take it slow, giving her time to build to an orgasm, so I put a
lot of effort into foreplay. She was passive at first, letting me do as I
pleased even after we actually got onto the bed. Then, suddenly, she began
to take some initiative too. It was almost as if she became a different
person. Everything she did seemed to excite me more. She pushed me onto my
back and began to lick one of my nipples. She teased it with her tongue
until it hardened and sucked on it, nursing like a baby. As she did, she
rubbed my belly, moving lower past my hard dick to my balls. She gathered
them into her hand, caressing them lightly. After a while she replaced her
mouth on my nipple with her hand, rubbing it with her thumb. She moved her
mouth to the other nipple, repeating what she had done on the one. At the
same time, she moved a finger to my perineum directly behind my balls and
began to massage the hard spot there.  She continued to rub it and my balls
as she kissed her way down my chest and belly. I wondered how far she would
go.

I got my answer when she stopped kissing and licking at my hip bone and
moved straight to my mouth, driving her tongue between my lips. We kissed
deeply for a minute before I rolled her onto her back. I was caressing her
side and her breasts as I kissed her across her cheek to her ear.  I heard
her gasp as I ran my tongue into her ear, but she grabbed me almost
spasmodically as I began to lick the skin directly behind it.

After a while I worked my way down the muscle of her neck to her breast. At
the same time I began sliding my hand up and down the inside of her
thigh. I could feel the wetness of her when my hand neared her crotch. I
began to caress the lips of her vagina very lightly, using her own natural
lubricant to smooth out my touch.

>From her breasts I moved to kiss her belly as I moved my fingertip into
her, gently rubbing the inside of her lips and barely touching her
clitoris. At first I had intended to continue the downward movement of my
mouth until I could use my tongue on that most sensitive part of her, but
since she had stopped short of doing that same thing to me, it occurred to
me that might not be something she enjoyed. I stopped at her navel,
shifting so that my knees were between her legs, and pressed my lips
against hers. I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth.

When I had the head of my dick in her pubic hair just inches from its goal,
I expected her to give me a condom, but instead she raised her hips
slightly from the bed and took the head of my dick into her. I understood
then that when she had said she was prepared, she had meant she was taking
birth control pills. I slid the rest of my dick into her in a slow steady
motion, enjoying the warm wetness which caressed and enfolded the head as
it traveled along the pathway inside her.  When I had penetrated her
completely, I pressed the base of my dick upwards to make firm contact with
her clitoris. She sighed.

I forced myself to proceed slowly, something which took a great deal of
self control since the only sex I had had in the months we had been dating
was with my left hand.  Technique disappeared as I settled into a steady in
and out rhythm. I managed to delay my own orgasm until she had hers, but
just barely.

"That was wonderful," she told me as we lay intertwined enjoying the
afterglow.

"I thought so too," I teased, "especially considering you aren't very good
at it."

"Perhaps I'm getting better," she said with a smile.

Once Linda and I started, we had sex about half the times we were together.
It was always when Mike was spending the night with Chris or with his
father, but we didn't have sex every time he was away, so his absence
wasn't the determining factor. Nevertheless, I was surprised the first time
she asked me to stay over when Mike was there. By this time I had a few
changes of clothes and some toiletries at her house so I could stay the
night without advance planning and still be able to go straight to the
office or the hospital in the morning.

Linda asked me casually at the dinner table, as if the question had no
particular significance.

"Yes, I can," I told her, looking out of the corner of my eye at Mike who
had continued to move food into his mouth without a pause. I waited to see
if he would react after the fact, but he didn't.  So I had to ask. "That ok
with you, Mike?"

He looked up at me, looked at his mother, looked back at me, gulped down a
mouthful, and said, "You mean you staying over? Sure. Why?"

"I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't mind."

"You're gonna stay in Mom's room, right? I mean you're not talking about
bunking in with me or anything, right?"

"Yes, that's the idea. I'll be staying with your mom."

"Sure, that's ok with me if it's ok with her." Then he got a look on his
face that made me think for a second of a fox. "Hey, you guys don't, like,
make a lot of noise when you're doing it, do you? I mean a lot of screaming
and stuff like that?"

"Mike!" Linda said, blushing as red as I've ever seen anyone.

I was simply speechless.

"Well, I mean you ARE gonna be doing it, right?"

"Michael!" Linda said in a forceful voice. I suppose she would have turned
even redder if that had been possible.

"I thought that was what you were talking about when you asked me," he said
to me. "I mean, you wanna know if it's gonna bother me if you and Mom have
sex, right? It's not like you were asking me if it was ok with me for you
to sleep on the sofa or something."

I couldn't think of any way out but to answer him directly. "That's right,
that's what I was asking."

Linda looked away from both of us and stared off into space.

"Listen, it's, like, not really any of my business if you guys do it, is
it?  You're both adults and all.  I mean, unless you're gonna be running
around naked after each other and making a lot of noise while I'm trying to
sleep."

Even as he said the last sentence, I could see he knew he'd gone too far. I
started to laugh and after a few seconds he joined in. Linda looked at both
of us as if we had lost our minds.

"He's just having us on," I told her.

"C'mon, Mom! You get to have a life without worrying every minute whether
I'm gonna freak over something you do. I'm cool with it, ok?" And so
saying, he went back to the important business of moving huge quantities of
food into his mouth.

Mike's little joke broke a tension I hadn't really realized was there. It
was obvious after dinner that a whole new level of comfort now existed
among the three of us. I felt so much better that I joked with Linda as we
were beginning to make love that she should scream at the top of her lungs
when she came. "Seems like the least you could do," I told her.

"You're crazy!" she told me. "You don't really think he's lying awake just
waiting to see if we make any noise, do you?"

"I doubt it. But it would be a good joke on him if you screamed and woke
him up."

"No! Be serious!"

"Oh, I'm very serious," I told her as I traced a circle around one of her
nipples with the tip of my index finger. It was serious in its response
too, standing up in the center into a tight pinkish- brown nub.

In the morning Linda woke me. She was sitting on the side of the bed in her
robe holding a cup of coffee. I had learned the timer on her stove could be
set to turn on the coffee pot, so there was always coffee ready when we
woke up in the morning.

"Morning," I said to her as I stretched. "That for me?"

"Yes. Want to take it?"

"Just a second until I sit up."

I slid up the bed so I could use the headboard to support my back and took
the coffee from her.  She reached for her own cup which was sitting on the
table beside the bed.  We sipped in companionable silence for a minute or
two before I asked her, "Been up long?"

"Just a few minutes. I had to wake Mike. He's not a morning person."

"Has trouble waking up, huh?"

"That's an understatement. I actually have to get him out of bed and on his
feet to keep him from going back to sleep. Chris is a lot better. He wakes
up easy. Just takes a rap on the door."

"Poor guy. I used to be like that until half way through college. Then it
all changed."

"I hope that happens to him. I've begun to hope he and Chris will go to
college together so Chris can wake him up in the morning. His other choice
is to get married young so his wife'll be there to wake him up."

"You're kidding, aren't you, about the wife?"

"Only half way."

After we finished our coffee, I got out of bed and took fresh underwear
from the drawer Linda had emptied for me. Then I realized I had nothing to
wear to walk down the hall to the bathroom.  I hate to put underwear back
on after I've worn it once. Linda had told me the first morning I stayed
over that the master bath was hers and the hall bathroom had always been
shared by Dave and Mike. She called it the locker room. I had stayed often
enough by this time that using that bathroom in the morning had become a
habit. But always before Linda and I had been the only ones in the house,
so I had walked to the bathroom naked.

"You could wear my robe," Linda offered when I told her the problem.

"Aside from the fact that I'd look like a fool, it wouldn't close across
the front. Why are you smiling?"

"I was picturing you in my robe. I don't think pink's your color. And you
would sort of dangle out in front. It would be very sexy in a strange sort
of way."

"So what do I do?"

"Well, bring a robe of your own that you can leave here."

In the meantime, I decided to walk down the hall naked. It came to me that
if I ran into Mike, I could make a joke that I was still chasing his mother
from the night before.

I heard the shower running before I reached the bathroom door. My first
thought was to wait until Mike was finished, but I remembered Linda's
calling it the locker room and saying that the men in the house shared
it. Also, it was clearly set up to be used by more than one person at a
time since there were two sinks and the toilet was partitioned off in a
cubicle of its own. I rapped on the door and walked in.

"Morning, Mike!" I called out in a loud voice so he would hear me over the
shower.

It was not until after I spoke that I realized what I was seeing through
the glass doors. Mike had been jerking off in the shower. Now he was frozen
in place staring at me with one soapy hand still grasping his dick.

My first impulse was to ignore what I saw and move quickly into the toilet
cubicle. But before I even took a step, I had a different idea. "Shower's
my favorite place to do it too," I said. "Sorry I interrupted you. I'm
going to use the toilet and then shave. No rush on the shower."

With that I went into the toilet cubicle and closed the door. I was
surprised to find my dick was at least half hard when I grabbed it to pee.

When I finished, I opened the door and asked, "Ok to flush?"

"Yeah. I'm ready to shut the water off right now," I heard in reply

There was a thunk followed by silence as the water ceased to flow. I
flushed the toilet and stepped back into the main part of the bathroom.

Since I hadn't in any sense moved into the house, I was still operating out
of a toilet kit that I left there along with my clothes. I unpacked my
shaving gear and toothbrush as Mike stepped out of the shower and began to
dry himself. I took the opportunity to look him over by glancing at him in
the mirror. He seemed to be reasonably well developed for a
fourteen-year-old boy. He also didn't seem to be in the least shy, making
no effort to keep his dick, which was still almost completely erect,
covered with the towel. It looked to me to be about average in length and
thickness, and just then it was quite red from its recent exercise.

I noticed that he was looking me over carefully too. 'Well, fair's fair, I
suppose,' I thought when I noticed it. And of course that kind of curiosity
in boys his age is normal.

I had continued to think about how I could make him more comfortable with
my having caught him. I felt I had made a good start with my comment,
especially since he didn't seem concerned with me seeing him with a slowly
deflating erection. Now I wondered if it would be a good idea to say more
or just to keep my mouth shut.

Mike answered the question for me by saying, "Do you really jerk off in the
shower or were you just saying it to, you know, make me feel better?" There
was a brief pause before he added, almost as an explanation of why he was
asking, "Dad says all guys do it."

"Your dad's almost right. Almost all guys do it. There are probably a few
who don't for one reason or another. I mean guys who have both arms in
casts and other people like that. But they're a real small minority." This
earned me a smile. "And while I did say that so you wouldn't be embarrassed
about me seeing you, it's also the truth."

"You surprised me. I wasn't embarrassed. Well, I guess I was embarrassed a
little bit too." He gave me a sheepish look.

"You don't have to be embarrassed with me."

"I guess I knew that. I mean with you being a doctor and all. And you don't
have to be embarrassed around me either, ok? I mean if I see you doing it
in the shower sometime or anything. But you're not gonna tell Mom, right?"

"No, definitely not. That'll just stay between us."

"Great! I'll keep it between us when I see you do it too. I mean, if you
ever do it, but I guess you won't be jerking off if you're doing the other
thing with Mom."

"Listen, I want to tell you something about that. I really like your mom,
and I don't mean just for sex. And I hope she likes me too. But we don't
have sex every time we're together. Well, I guess we have every time I've
stayed overnight so far. But if I start staying more often, that probably
won't always be true." I had been trying to assure him that there was a
chance he could catch me jerking off in the shower some morning too, but I
had ended up going down a different path than I had meant to. I decided to
skip the carefully reasoned explanation I was working on and go straight to
the point. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm just like you.  Sometimes it'll
turn out that I'll want to jerk off. The shower's my favorite place to do
it. You're probably going to see me doing it sometime too. And I'll
appreciate it if you don't mention it to your mother either."

"Like I would anyhow," he replied in a voice that made it clear the whole
idea he would ever tell her such a thing was ridiculous. "We got a deal,
then." And as he said it, he put out his hand. It was the first time in my
life I had ever shaken hands with another naked person.

"I gotta get moving now or I'm gonna be late," he said as he put on his
robe. And then he was gone.

As I shaved, I replayed the whole interchange in my mind. It was one of the
most peculiar conversations I had ever had, made even more so by our both
being naked. I wondered at Mike's comfort at standing there naked in front
of me. I would certainly not have been comfortable standing naked, much
less erect, in front of an adult when I was his age. I had had very little
experience with teenagers, even as patients, but I also thought he was more
forthcoming than teenagers usually were. In the end I concluded it was just
very strange. It also occurred to me that I might enjoy being a father.

And that set into motion a completely different train of thought, which
involved Linda and inflated my half hard dick to full mast. I had what I
could only think of as a crazy idea, which at first I laughed at. But then
I thought, 'Why not?' I opened the bathroom door to see if the coast was
clear. Since it was, I took hold of my erection to keep it from bouncing
and ran down the hall to Linda's bedroom.

When I got inside, I heard the shower running. That's what I had been
hoping for. I went into the bathroom, slid open the shower door, and got in
with her.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a shrill voice after rinsing the soap
off of her face. "You nearly scared me to death when you pulled the door
open. I couldn't see who it was."

"Who were you expecting?" I asked as I began to slide my hands over her
water-slick body.

"I wasn't expecting anyone. That's what frightened me."

"Well, it was only me and I'm not going to do anything to you I haven't
done before."

"Are you crazy? It's my morning to drive the car pool."

But I could tell she was weakening because she moaned softly as I slid my
finger into her while I caressed the water-slick skin of her back and
licked the erogenous area behind her ear. I had never done it standing up
before, but I was sure we could manage.

In the end there was very little foreplay, primarily because Linda threw
herself against me and began to writhe. The finger I had inside her was
suddenly surrounded by slick warm wetness.  Her nipples became so hard I
could feel them pressing against the skin of my chest. She pressed her
mouth to mine and began to push against my closed lips with her tongue.  I
had never seen her so excited, and I had never seen her become excited so
quickly. She drove her tongue between my lips. She pulled me tight against
her with her arms around my neck and wrapped one leg around mine, mashing
her crotch against my leg and trapping my hand between us.

I gave in just as quickly, pulling my hand from between us in a slow drag
that caused the whole length of my now well-lubricated finger to slide
against her clitoris as I withdrew it from inside her. I grasped her by
both buttocks, lifted her slightly, and pulled her crotch against mine. She
shifted up and down against me for a minute or so rubbing her clitoris
against the back of my dick. I pressed her into the corner of the tub, slid
my hand forward along her leg to where I could reach under her and get hold
of my dick, and pulled the head between her vaginal lips. I pushed forward
with my hips while loosening my hold on her buttocks, lowering her slightly
to meet my upthrusting dick. One more lunge to meet her crotch as she slid
down a little further and I was planted as deeply inside her as I could
get.

She controlled the action from there, pulling herself up and down on my
dick and moaning. I helped her as best I could, matching her movements by
lifting or releasing her buttocks. She came suddenly, surprising me and
almost causing me to lose hold of her. She pressed hard against me, almost
vibrating against me as she came. I thrust my dick into her and pulled it
back as fast as I could, cumming not long after she did. By the time my
orgasm was over, she had become nearly limp in my arms.

I continued to press against her, keeping her trapped between my body and
the corner of the tub as a way of supporting her. She stayed in place by
keeping both arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I felt my dick soften and
fall out of her. When she finally opened her eyes and looked into mine, I
asked her, "Will you marry me?"

She smiled. "Yes, I will," she said as she laid her head on my shoulder.

We stood like that for another minute or two before I became aware of a
noise. Linda suddenly jerked her head up. "Oh my God! I'm late!" She began
to wiggle to get lose from me.

I realized what I was hearing was Mike banging on the bedroom door. As
Linda struggled past me to get out of the shower, I heard him yell, "Mom!
We're gonna be late!  Can you hear me?"

I stayed in the shower after she left enjoying the afterglow of our
lovemaking and the knowledge that she had agreed to marry me.


To be continued
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