Chapter 34 – A Warm Reunion

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Margaret opened her eyes and stretched as she heard the airplane pilot announce they would be landing soon. She had been exhausted as she boarded the plane that morning from her long week and even longer previous night organizing and packing everything away from the trade show but had managed to sleep more or less soundly through the entire four-hour flight and was now feeling much more herself. In fact, she realized with a secret smile, she was feeling much, much better. The thought of being able to see John again soon and the rest of their amazing, heart-stoppingly sexy children had her pussy already starting to ooze and her heart beat faster in excited anticipation. She hoped she would be able to restrain her urgent, wanton desires enough to at least comport herself in public with some semblance of decorum, though another part of her mind simply wanted only to fling herself onto John the moment she saw him and have her lustful way with him. `Slowly, slowly catchee monkey,' she reminded herself and consoled herself with the thought that, if nothing else, by this evening she would be rolling in the arms of her own two children.

She awaited her turn to disembark the plane with growing impatience if for no other reason than she now had over four hours worth of piss stretching her bladder uncomfortably. As soon as she was free of the plane and in the terminal, she made a beeline for the closest restroom which thankfully still had one or two stalls free. Awkwardly tugging her carryon bag into the stall with her, she hastily tugged her panties down to her feet, hiked up her thin, voluminuous skirt, and plopped her butt down onto the toilet seat, releasing an incredibly strong, pungent stream of urine into the bowl with a huge sigh of relief.

As had become her regular practice over the previous week alone, she thrust her hand in between her lush thighs and cupped it under her pussy to catch a palmful of her golden fluid, bringing it rapidly up to her lips and swallowing it completely without spilling a drop. She sighed with pleasure as she savored the tangy flavor, rolling it over her tongue. She had quickly discovered that the more of her own pee she tasted, the more she liked it. She had even worked out how to squirt it directly into her own mouth by propping her hips up high above her as she lay on her back and directed the yellow flow into her wide-open mouth, a trick she couldn't wait to show her daughter who, she was certain, would be just as eager to try it for herself. She wondered with a nervous thrill whether the Muller children might be persuaded to indulge Melissa's and her kinky predilection in that regard and hoped she might find the opportunity to corner her daughter sometime that afternoon to inquire discretely.

Margaret's cunt was still dribbling the last of her urination so she pushed her hand into her crotch to catch the last of it, licking her fingers thoroughly afterwards. Then, before arising, she kicked her underpants off her feet over her shoes and pulled her rather sheer, sleeveless top up over her head to unfasten her brassiere. Once unencumbered, she shook her body, reveling in the sensation of her voluptuous breasts jiggling and swaying in the open. Sitting there in the nude but for her shoes and bunched up skirt with the depraved taste of her own urine still lingering on her lips made the buxom redhead feel overwhelmingly sexy. She briefly toyed with the idea of frigging herself to a quick climax but the image of John's magnetic, piercing eyes made her forswear the immediate pleasure for a much greater one soon, and she pulled her top back over her head, pulling it into position so the smooth, curved sides of her ample breasts were slightly visible through the generous armholes but not enough to actually expose her aureoles and nipples. She stood and smoothed her skirt down, feeling the way the thin material clung to her hips and thighs. She knew, having tested it previously in her hotel room, that the skirt, when lit from behind would make it completely clear she had nothing whatsoever on underneath it.

She had chosen her clothing for this day with exceeding care, risking the chance of providing strangers in the airport with a bit of voyeuristic thrill in order to ensure John Muller understood completely what was on offer. She stuffed the panties and bra into the outside pocket of her bag and exited the stall. She stopped long enough to give herself a thorough once-over in the mirror, pulling her hairbrush out of her purse and coaxing all the dangling tendrils of her lush red hair back into place. She smiled at her reflection, liking what she saw and realized that what she was seeing was a woman in her prime, ready, willing, and eager for sex. With that encouraging thought, she gathered her belongings and headed out into the terminal once more in search of John.

As she walked the concourse, she was intrigued to see how many people seemed to notice her, particularly the men, although there was one middle-aged woman who gave her such an intense look that Margaret felt her face flush and her heart start to flutter. She realized that, had she been so inclined, she probably could have hooked up with the woman on the spot and it made her realize just how much of her true self had been locked away all those years since Celeste until first her own daughter and then her daughter's magically tantalizing friend Stephanie let her acknowledge her bisexuality once more. She also realized, with a backward glance, that the afternoon sun was streaming through the tall windows of the terminal in such a way as to shine directly through her sheer skirt and reveal her essentially naked body from the waist down.

One rather sleazy-looking man actually passed her and then turned around again, walking quickly to overtake her and then turn around once more for another look. He even started to approach her with a lewd gleam in his eye and Margaret had to tell him, even before he opened his mouth, "Sorry, I'm meeting someone. Excuse me," leaving him hanging there open-mouthed.

She was rather relieved when she reached the security gate and went through it, her eyes eagerly scanning the crowd for John's tall, lanky frame. She didn't have long to search; he spotted her before she saw him and was already nearly running towards her, scooping her up in his wiry, strong arms and whirling her around as he planted kiss after ardent kiss on her lips.

By the time he set her back down on her feet, she was giggling and breathless, and not only from the spinning. She felt that familiar yet completely disconcerting sensation she always felt in his presence of buoyant joy blended with raw, aching desire, only this time it was so much stronger than it had ever been before. But more than anything else, she felt her heart singing, full almost to bursting as she understood that he missed and wanted her just as much as she missed and wanted him. She realized that, deep down, she had been terrified that somehow, despite their increasingly intimate phone calls every night, he wouldn't want her anymore, and now that hidden weight was suddenly lifted.

She looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Hi," she murmured. "You didn't forget about me."

"Oh, my God, Margaret," he answered softly, with a smile that started the butterflies in Margaret's insides fluttering all over again, "How could anyone, let alone me, ever forget about you? And, I have to say, looking at you, wow. Just wow," he whispered, putting a protective arm around her as he gallantly took her small suitcase, and they started walking towards the baggage claim area. "I'm actually kind of surprised you managed to get through the airport looking like that. You, my sexy lady, are a walking invitation."

"Yeah, well, I almost didn't," she grimaced. "There was one guy who I kind of had to speak sharply to," she admitted. "I know I'm dressed, well, yeah, provocatively," she confessed with a sidelong glance at the bearded man by her side, "But I, well, I really wanted to impress you."

John looked down at her, his eyes full of such a mixture of tenderness and frank desire that Margaret instantly felt cunt juices start to drip down the inside of her thighs. "You definitely did that, my dear," he confirmed with a look that was just shy of a leer. "I'd already been thinking of you day and night, but this, um, this was even better than I imagined." Margaret blushed at his praise. "So you did get some attention, huh? I'm not surprised," he mused with a look that invited her to provide some lascivious details. "Did you dress like that on the plane or did you change when you landed?"

"Yes and no," she laughed, starting to feel completely at ease with this man and realizing she could tell him anything. Well, almost anything, she cautioned herself. She still wasn't sure when or how she was going to be able to broach the subject of her own relations with her children, but since he was going out of town in the morning, she had another week before she would really have to deal with that. Instead, she just continued, "I had the same outer clothes, but stopped in the bathroom to take off my bra and panties. Just to make sure you got the full effect," she added, looking at him from under lowered eyes.

"Well, you definitely provided that!" he laughed throatily. "It's kind of interesting," he mused. "I'm a big fan of going naked – I love the feeling of freedom and that extra bit of naughtiness that makes it so sexy." He looked at Margaret to gauge her reaction, but her look was only one of keen interest, so he continued. "But seeing you like that? I don't know, but it's almost sexier than what I imagine seeing you completely naked would be, you know? Not that I would object to that in the slightest," he added hastily and Margaret chuckled knowingly. "But you're just so, well, tantalizing looking like that!" he finished emphatically.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that, John," Margaret murmured, laying her head against his chest as they walked. "That's exactly what I was trying to do."

"Well, you don't actually have to try at all to impress me," John confided, "I'm already about as blown away by everything about you as a man could possibly be. But just the same, I'm glad you are trying, `cause it gives me some hope that maybe you want me as much as I want you."

Margaret put her own arm around John's slim waist and hugged him tightly. "I do, John, I do want you so much."

And then they arrived at the baggage claim area and the intimate moment passed as they located the correct carousel and chatted as they waited for her larger suitcase about how the week had been with the kids.

"It really couldn't have gone better," John assured her. "You should be incredibly proud at having raised two such amazing young people. Every day that I got to know them better, the more impressed I was with them. Not only because they were well behaved, which they absolutely were except for, well, that one aspect," he temporized.

"You mean, fucking each other constantly?" Margaret suggested.

"Yeah, that," John nodded with a twinkle in his eye before turning serious, "But even in that, they were impressive. And no," he grinned, "I don't mean their sexual athleticism, though from the sounds of it there was plenty of that," he snorted. "No, it was more in the stuff that really mattered. They so clearly love and care for each other that I never once worried about one of them getting their feelings hurt or getting sucked into something they didn't want to do. And they are all wise beyond their years, Brad and your Melissa in particular. They've both displayed a depth of maturity and understanding that would be impressive in someone fully grown, and Stephanie and Keith aren't far behind. It's just that Keith and Stephanie are more focused in the moment, if you know what I mean, but Brad and Melissa seem to always be thinking years ahead. Anyway, it's been a genuine pleasure to have them. If you have half as good a time with them as I did, you'll be truly blessed. Oh, is that yours?" he asked suddenly as he saw Margaret reaching for a large, beige suitcase. "Here, I've got it," and he deftly hoisted it off the moving carousel. "Is that everything?" When she nodded with a grateful smile, he gestured towards the exit. "Shall we go, then, my dear?"

As soon as they reached John's car in the airport garage and he had stowed Maragaret's bags in the trunk, Margaret seized him around the neck and pulled his lips down to hers, murmuring, "I've been needing this for a week," before her lips and body flowed into his and they kissed long, passionately, and increasingly lewdly. Margaret pushed her thighs around John's legs as their tongues writhed and plunged almost desperately in and out of each other's mouths, grinding her yearning pussy against John's leg and delighting in the feel of his rapidly growing cock against her plump thigh, easily discerned through the thin material of her skirt. She gasped with pleasure and surprise as she felt one of John's hands snake up under the front of her loose top and caress her large, firm breast and for a few moments they simply clung together like that, crushing their bodies into each other and writhing wantonly.

But when Margaret felt John's other hand worm itself under the waistband of her skirt in the back and work down to grab one of her ample butt cheeks with his fingers threatening to curl into her anal crevice, she reluctantly realized that they were in much too public a place to continue in this vein. "John!" she panted, extricating herself from his impudently probing and fondling fingers, "I- Lord! What you do to me! But I think maybe we'd better get into the car, don't you?" She reached down to brazenly run her fingers up and down the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. "Besides, I believe I promised you I would do something about this, and now that I've got you all ready..." she trailed off with a smoldering look.

John's face was completely flushed and his breathing had deepened as well, but he nodded, "Yes, you're right. And whatever you think I was doing to you, I can assure you, you were doing it to me just as much." He grinned at her, his eyes glittering with excitement as he politely opened the passenger side car door for her and closed it carefully after her.

Once John was seated and had backed the car out of the space, Margaret immediately leaned over and started to work the man's zipper in the hopes of finally getting to view his monster organ in its entirety but John pressed her gently back up, murmuring, "As much as I desperately want you to see and touch me, we may want to wait until we're through the garage payment booth and out on the open road. And even then, we'll have to be a bit circumspect." He snorted ruefully, "It's been just as much of a struggle to keep the kids mindful of just how much someone in another vehicle like a high truck can see looking down into the car windows."

Margaret felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and she hastily sat back up. "Oh, God!" she moaned, mortified, "What you must think of me! And I'm supposed to be a grownup and it turns out I don't have any more self-control than my daughter."

To her relief, John merely chuckled gently, "Believe me, I want you just as much, so I don't think anything of you except being happy that you feel the same way. I've been struggling with self-control issues all week around those four excessively hormonal kids, and it's even more intense where you're concerned."

"So they've continued trying to have sex in the car, have they?" Margaret asked, both keenly interested herself and grateful for the chance to change the subject from her own shameless behavior.

"Naturally," John shook his head wryly. "As far as I can tell, they've been completely responsible when they're out in public like school, but I can't seem to get them to understand just how public a vehicle is. Or maybe," he mused thoughtfully as they pulled up to the payment booth and he tugged his wallet out, "Maybe it's just when they're sitting in the car with their bodies pressed up against each other, they can't control themselves any more than we could just now." He handed the attendant the parking garage ticket along with a twenty-dollar bill, got his change, and drove out through the gate towards the airport exit before continuing. "At least today I managed to persuade them that whatever they did in the car, it all had to take place under clothing, which they managed to make work."

"Make work?" Margaret gave him a sidelong glance.

"Well, Melissa managed to get off before we got to the piano teachers with Brad and Keith's hands down her pants and up under her blouse, so yeah, she seemed pleased."

"Oh, you poor man!" Margaret sympathized, though her eyes were bright with undisguised lust as she pictured it.

John shrugged good-naturedly. "Frankly, that was pretty mild compared to some of the things I've witnessed."

"Oh, really?" Margaret pounced. "So you actually saw them, uh, doing their thing?" She felt her cunt oozing freely now and reached her hand over to John's lap to resume freeing his straining erection once more now that they were less likely to be seen.

"Yes, more than once," he sighed, though Margaret couldn't tell if it was because he found the experience difficult or if he simply wished he could join in. She chose not to press him on it, and he continued. "They were fairly discrete at first but after a couple of days when it was clear that I wasn't going to say anything to them about it, they, well, kind of stopped closing bedroom or bathroom doors, so yeah, I got to see some pretty wild scenes. I hope you won't think I'm some kind of pervert now," he said, shooting her a worried look as if he had suddenly realized just how much he had revealed.

"Hardly!" Margaret laughed, her heart soaring with hope that he might eventually be able to accept the kinds of sexual liberties she was taking with her own children. "I wouldn't have been able to resist looking, either, that's for sure."

"I'm really glad to hear you say that," he replied with obvious relief. "I mean, you seemed so totally cool with everything when it became obvious that the kids were having sex with each other those couple of times you were over last week, but I still worried."

"Well, you needn't worry on my account," Margaret assured him, her voice having gone husky with blatant arousal. "But I do have to ask – you said earlier that you liked going without clothes a lot of the time. Did that include this past week?"

He looked over at her sharply, alert to any hint of disapproval, but saw only frank prurient interest. "Well, yeah," he admitted. "And if you have any kind of issue with that, please say so now, because I don't want our relationship based on secrets and hidden feelings. But yes, when it became obvious that the kids weren't about to wear any clothes unless it was absolutely necessary, like, to go out of the house, we talked about it and they all seemed thrilled to have us all go around naked, so we were pretty much nudists the rest of the week."

"Wow," Margaret breathed, highly titillated. "I really wish I'd been around for that."

"So do I," he assured her in an oddly tight voice, "For so many reasons. Anyway, I'm just telling you that so if they talk about doing the same thing at your house, I'm cool with it."

"Good to know," she nodded, her eyes gleaming. "So does that mean I should plan to strip down the minute I walk in the door?"

John looked startled but a shy smile spread across his face. "Well, maybe that would be pushing things," he answered carefully. "I know I would love it, but I'm not sure how the kids would feel. So perhaps not today," he answered with obvious regret, "But if they seem to want to continue that behavior at your place next week and are equally okay with you being nude, too, well then, after that, who knows?"

"Who knows, indeed," Margaret murmured. "And thanks for your concern and your honesty. It really does mean everything to me. But right now," she stated with a smoky look as she finally managed to unzip John's pants and thrust her hand it to wrap it around the impossibly thick girth of his fully erect prick, "I think it's way past time to see what else you've been hiding from me." John shot her a look of such earnest desire that she felt her cunt twinge and idly wondered if it might actually be possible for the man to make her climax simply by looking at her. But thus encouraged, she gingerly pulled the massive organ out from his trousers, being careful not to scratch it on his zipper. Then, as the entire length of his gargantuan cock sprang up and jutted proudly straight up from his lap the head a deep purple and the large, protruding veins along its shaft throbbing visibly, she could only gasp, "Oh! Oh, my!"

She bent down eagerly and took the head into her mouth without so much as waiting for an invitation and ran her tongue lovingly around the head's bulbous, fleshy circumference, savoring the rubbery texture and the clean, musky scent of his male crotch. After a few preliminary licks that had John uttering low groans, she raised her head and asked sincerely, "I have to ask – have you ever worked in porn? You're definitely equipped for it."

John grinned appreciatively, "Well, not professionally, no," he admitted with an odd tone of voice.

"Oh?" Margaret raised her eyebrows, "An amateur porn star, then? How's that work?"

"Well, Kim, my late wife you recall, and I were into swinging pretty heavily and, well, videos were sometimes taken," he confessed. He shook his head ruefully. "Man, I keep confessing to more and more perversion. I swear, I'm really not trying to scare you away!" he pleaded.

Margaret gripped his rock-hard prick firmly and looked up at him. "John, I promise you, nothing you've told me has scared me away in the slightest and I haven't seen anything from you that sends up red flags in my mind. You don't seem to be the kind of guy who enjoys hurting or humiliating other people; quite the opposite, in fact, and that's about the only thing that might persuade me I was wasting my time with you. So stop worrying and let me get back to sucking this beautiful, incredible cock, okay? Only promise me one thing?" she added with raised eyebrows.

"Name it," John replied in a heartfelt tone.

"Promise me you'll show me some of those videos some day," she replied, feeling her cheeks burn at her own audacity and she quickly lowered her head to engulf his massive prick between her lips once more.

"It would be my pleasure, Margaret," John assured her in a husky voice. He rested his hand tenderly on the top of her head and then, after a few more minutes, his hand began to work down her body to slither inside her top through one of the oversized arm holes.

It was Margaret's turn to moan softly as she felt his strong fingers gently massage and caress her large, creamy-smooth bosom and she redoubled her efforts on sucking his amazing organ. She avidly licked up and down the shaft of it to moisten it and began to slide her hand up and down the saliva-slick flesh to stimulate the portion that wouldn't fit into her mouth. She realized that in her excitement to perform fellatio on him, she hadn't considered that she wasn't really in the best position to show off the full extent of her cocksucking skills – the angle wasn't right to try to deep-throat him, nor could she really reach his asshole to shove a finger or two up it the way her son loved. But she decided she was okay with saving some things for the future as well. If things worked out the way she hoped, she would have all the time in the world to explore every single aspect of this remarkable man.

The sensation of John's fingers massaging her breast and teasing her very hard nipple was beginning to tell on her sex-starved body. She was beginning to idly wonder if she might actually be able to come from the stimulation of her nipples alone and whether she dared trying to slide one of her own hands between her legs when John announced, "Uh, sorry, love, but we're getting back into the home neighborhood and you did say you wanted to do some shopping for dinner ingredients first. Any preference on the store we go to?"

Margaret raised herself upright once more very, very grudgingly. "Um, not really. If you've got a favorite, that's fine." She smoothed her blouse back down and brushed some fingers through her hair in an attempt to look a bit less disheveled before turning her attentions to John's stiff, hard prick.

As she struggled to stuff it back inside his pants, he gave a droll smile and advised, "I may have to actually unbuckle the pants altogether to get that back where it belongs," and grinned appreciatively as Margaret immediately set to working his buckle loose. "Thank you, dear," said. "As you don't have a preference of stores, might I suggest one that has a very large parking lot, one where we might find a secluded corner of to finish this after we've done our shopping?"

Margaret gave John a knowing smile. "I think that's a marvelous idea. Unless, of course, you'd rather finish what we started before we do our shopping," she added mischievously.

He grinned but shook his head. "Please don't think I'm putting you off, but while I don't have any problem walking into my own home looking, well, a bit rumpled and with perhaps a stray drop or two of bodily fluids clinging to my clothes, that may not be the best look for a public place like a store," he suggested gently.

"Interesting," she smiled in response. "You seem to have put some thought into this." By now, John had eased the car into the expansive parking lot of a local big-box store and homed quickly in on a spot in the farthest, most deserted corner of the lot. Margaret nodded in approval.

"I've thought of not much else since our call last night," he responded to her earlier comment, waggling his eyebrows as he hoisted his hips up off the seat far enough to work his still rock-hard prick back into his pants and down one leg. "There, that's as presentable as I'm going to be as long as I'm around you," he chuckled, glancing at Margaret's thin, revealing clothing.

"Well, if you don't mind going into the store looking like that, I sure don't mind going in looking like this," Margaret giggled as she opened her car door and stepped out. She was joined by John shortly and they went into the store arm in arm.

 

They returned about fifteen minutes later, Margaret observing that perhaps they could have parked closer to do the shopping and then moved later, but John responded that this way, they could see if anyone else parked close to them in the time they were inside, and besides, didn't she want to stretch her legs after that plane flight?

"The only thing I want to stretch at the moment are my lips around your cock again," the voluptuous redhead assured John as they reached the car and set the two bags of supper ingredients in the back seat. "Now," Margaret suggested with a sidelong glance at John as they reseated themselves in the car, "Since we are in such a private place, why don't you pull those pants down out of the way so I can play with your balls, too?"

"That sounds nice," John nodded agreeably and he quickly unfastened his slacks and tugged them down below his knees. His giant prick had deflated slightly during their time in the store, but Margaret's lips and tongue soon had it fully restored to all its tumescent magnificence.

As she devoted her attentions to the man's humongous organ, John allowed his near hand to roam freely over her curvaceous body, at first above her clothing and then, as he grew more daring as his arousal grew, under her blouse to stroke, massage, and caress her large milky globes, seeming to take particular pleasure in teasing her turgid nipples, to which Margaret objected not one bit and was soon moaning softly in response. She felt his hand subtly working her top up her body towards her neck then and decided to up the ante. Sitting up briefly and looking around carefully to ensure no one else was in the vicinity, she hastily tugged her top off over her head and held that position with her hands over her head in a brazen invitation for him to ogle and admire her. And ogle her he did, first with a sharp intake of breath and then with a murmured, "My God, you are beautiful!" before leaning forward to passionately kiss and suckle each breast.

Margaret thoroughly enjoyed that and allowed him to continue his unashamed liberties for a few minutes before lowering herself back down and sucking in the immense head and as much of the thick shaft of John's colossal prick, making him groan with pleasure. She stroked up and down the shaft, pausing to push a hand firmly into the base of his cock where it met his pubic bone in the way she'd learned to please Keith, and John appeared to appreciate it just as much for he started pushing his hips up to meet her downward strokes, urging her to take more and more of the firm, rubbery flesh into her mouth. They fell into a lascivious rhythm and Margaret was proud and pleased to hear John start to pant heavily in response.

Then she felt John's hand leave her breast, but her disappointment was short-lived for she then felt the hand push itself under the waistband of her skirt and once again begin to fondle here large, round ass cheeks and start to explore into the crack of her ass itself. Since they were no longer standing outside their car in an airport parking garage, Margaret had no intention of stopping him this time. Throwing caution to the winds, she reached behind her and tugged the waistband of her thin, flowing skirt down to the bend of her knees, leaving her lush, curvy body completely exposed to his eyes and fingers from her knees up to her head.

"Ohhh, I can't believe how beautiful and sexy you are, Margaret," John groaned, his breaths coming in sharper, shorter pants. "I've been fantasizing about seeing your body for weeks," he confessed as his fingers made impudent sorties deep into the crack of her ass.

Margaret relaxed her anus the instant his finger touched it, praying that he would take the hint. She thought she'd miscalculated when the man immediately withdrew his finger, but then watched with libidinous excitement as he stuck the finger into his own mouth, pulling it back out glistening wetly with his spit, and then pushing it firmly and deeply into the depths of her butthole.

"Oohhhhh! Oh, God! Yes! Do that!" Margaret cried raggedly. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass just like that!" And she resumed her fellatio of the lanky, bearded man with almost frantic urgency, driving her face down to push more and more of his thrusting cock into her mouth with each stroke. Her ass felt as if a searing hot poker that was mysteriously transformed into exquisitely delicious, erotic sensations as her head bobbed up and down in John's lap faster and faster.

John's hips started to rise up, and Margaret cupped his large, oblong balls with her hand, liffing them up as if to urge them to disgorge their thick, gooey load into her mouth. She was in heaven and her mind was in a crazed, sexual fog as the sensations, intimacy, and emotions of the moment came together and gripped her totally. She realized that she was about to climax herself merely from the single finger fucking her ass and speculated what it would be like to actually take the entire length and girth of that monster cock up her ass. And that was all it took.

Her body began shuddering and writhing in the throes of a sudden orgasm, her anus clenching rhythmically around John's plunging finger, her breath whistling loudly through her nostrils as she sucked his huge cock in a frenzy. She felt her bladder empty reflexively but was coming too deeply to feel any remorse.

And then, even before her own climax had receded, she heard John grunt and felt his balls suddenly retract tightly against his body, which was all the warning she received before her mouth was instantly filled to overflowing with thick, viscous fluid. She desperately tried to swallow it but more kept coming, far more than she could keep up with and it began to squirt out from the edges of her mouth. Giving up on the attempt to swallow it all, she opted to at least see the massive eruption for herself and pulled her mouth away, instantly receiving a soft, gooey jet of jism directly in her face, coating her eyes, cheeks, and nose. And still the man kept coming, squirting jet after improbably large jet of his semen. Margaret abandoned any attempt to control its direction anymore and simply allowed her face, hair, neck, shoulders, and even her low-hanging breasts to be covered in while, creamy slime. She began to laugh, almost hysterically, at the improbability of the situation.

"So- so much come!" she blurted through her guffaws. "My God! I had no idea!" She wiped the semen from her eyes so she could open them and view her still minimally ejaculating lover, marveling at the sheer volume. "Is- is it always like that?" she asked, shaking her head in astonishment.

John allowed himself to get caught up on his breathing before answering hoarsely, "Uh, no, not usually quite that much," he admitted with a weak smile. "You, uh, well, you kind of got me pretty worked up."

"Well, damn!" Margaret swore wonderingly. "That's definitely one for the record books." She put a semen-coated finger to her lips and tasted her lover's jism, nodding to herself in pleased surprise. "Oh, that's nice!" she murmured. She scooped another fingerful of thick, creamy goo from her cheeks and held it up to John inquiringly. "You want some?" she asked, realizing she was really going out on a limb, but she had to know.

"Yes, please," he answered simply and closed his eyes as he leaned forward with parted lips to accept her obscene offering. He sucked her fingers lovingly, lapping up every bit and savoring every drop with his tongue.

"Wow," Margaret breathed, feeling her arousal begin to rise once more in the face of the man's obvious, depraved pleasure. "You really do like your come."

"I really do," he nodded without the slightest trace of embarrassment. "And I'm really glad you do, too, because I really to hope we get to share a lot more of it from now on." He reached out and slid his finger through another ropy strand of jism on her cheek and proffered it to Margaret, who suckled his finger greedily, sighing with pleasure at the utter intimacy of the moment.

Suddenly and without warning, John seized the back of her head and pulled Margaret's face down into his lap. While she didn't mind the position with her face pressed against the man's still oozing prick but she was alarmed now. "What happened?" she hissed urgently.

"Sorry, a car just drove by," he explained. "Oh, shit, that's what I was afraid of. He must have gotten an eyeful, `cause he's turning around for another look. Time to go," he warned as he hastily tugged his trousers up his thighs again to free his feet to drive and started the engine.

Margaret hurriedly pulled her top over her head and pulled it down, heedless of the numerous gobs of semen that it was pressed into. As they quickly drove out of the parking lot, with John watching his mirror like a hawk to see if their uninvited voyeur was going to keep following them, Margaret tugged her skirt back up over her ass and sat back down, realizing as she did that the back of the dress was now thoroughly drenched in her own urine. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry about the mess, John. I would have warned you earlier, but I honestly didn't think I was going to come myself. I, uh, well, I piss myself when I come sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean a lot," she confessed, her cheeks blazing.

To her amazed relief, John didn't look disgusted or even offended. Instead, he gave an easy laugh and said, "Don't worry about it at all. The seats are vinyl."

"I'm- I'm glad you're so understanding," she answered with a reassured smile. "It's something that, well, it's just recently started happening. You really don't mind?"

"Not a bit," he answered firmly before his expression changed. "I've, um, had to kind of accept that happening this week."

"What? Why? What do you mean?" Margaret asked with blatant interest, though she had a strong suspicion about where this was leading.

"It's, well, let's just say that your daughter appears to have inherited that tendency," he answered, looking rather embarrassed. "After a couple of days of dealing with soaked sheets and mattresses every morning, I finally had to buy some plastic mattress covers for the beds. At least now we only have to launder a set of sheets or two every morning. And I made that one of Melissa's regular chores, since she was the primary one responsible," he went on. "Although," he added darkly, "She now seems to have convinced the other three of the joys of water sports, I have to warn you. Based on the way the sheets are drenched after they've been in them, I have to believe there's more than just squirting accidentally while coming that's going on – they seem to be doing it on purpose. I, well, I thought you needed to know that since you're hosting them next week."

Now it was Margaret's turn to laugh easily. "Well, no worries on that score. I was already well aware of Melissa's `tendencies' and I've already got mattress covers on, um, her bed at home, so that part's covered. I'm a little disappointed she didn't warn you, but I suppose that's not exactly the sort of thing one normally discusses with their friend's father, is it?" she snorted. "But I am intrigued to know that she's getting everyone else in on the act. That's – that's, um..."

"Kind of a turn-on?" John suggested slyly.

"Well, yes, damn you, now that you mention it!" Margaret responded, trying and failing to sound annoyed at his presumption. Then she stopped, thunderstruck. "Wait. You meant it's kind of a turn-on for you, too, didn't you?"

He shrugged unrepentantly. "I have to tell you, even in the middle of all my swinging days, that wasn't something that ever came up. But listening to Melissa and the others go at it, they sure make it sound interesting."

"Oh, my God, John, you can't believe how glad I am to hear you say that!" Margaret blurted. "I'm, well, pissing and being pissed on has always been one of my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. Oh, we are going to have so much fun – you really are the perfect man for me!" she crowed in delight, then clapped her hands over her mouth, aghast at just how much of her inner feelings she had just revealed.

"Well! I do believe you might be right," was all John said in response, though he smiled warmly at her and the knot in Margaret's heart slowly unclenched.

At that moment, they pulled up into the Muller driveway. "I'm sorry," John said suddenly, leaving the engine running. "I was just automatically headed here. Would you rather go to your house first and freshen up and change?"

"Nope," Margaret said with a bit of a defiant jut to her chin. "This is perfect. Those four sex-crazed teenagers have been torturing you all week. Let them see how it feels to know that someone else is having sex and they weren't part of it."

"Well, okay, then," John nodded with a bemused expression. "Hang on a minute while I pull my pants up."

But it was too late. The front door opened and all four young people tumbled out, eagerly running towards the car. Margaret saw Stephanie's eagle eyes instantly spot the fact that her father was still pulling up his pants, and then saw her own daughter's eyes grow wide as she took in the state of Margaret's dishevelment, from the droplets of come clinging to her hair and face to the spatters and dark spots staining her blouse. And that was even before she got out of the car to reveal her piss-drenched skirt. But having made her decision not to conceal anything, Margaret bravely opened the door and stepped out.

To her amazement, no one seemed the slightest bit upset with the obvious evidence of Margaret's behavior, but simply hugged her tightly and urged her to come inside. Keith gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and gallantly asked if he could bring anything in.

"Just the groceries in the back seat," she answered, "I'll leave my bags in the trunk, since John will have to ferry us back home after dinner. Thanks," she added appreciatively, studying him now. There was something about her son that she couldn't put her finger on. Melissa seemed more confident, too, but the change in Keith a week had wrought was striking. He just seemed so much more at ease and comfortable in his own skin. The thought that a week in John's presence could have made such a difference made her feel distinctly jealous on the one hand, but on the other made her heart swell up with love for John. If he was not only good for her but good for her children, too, then what she had unintentionally blurted out a few minutes ago about John being the perfect man for her might actually turn out to be more true than she had dared to hope. She was very thoughtful as she followed her son and daughter back into the Muller house.

Once they were in the front hallway, Melissa put out a hand to forestall her mother from immediately going into the kitchen with the others, so Margaret hung back, understanding that her daughter wanted a word with her, which suited her fine as well. She was interested to note that Stephanie had noticed her daughter's action as well and turned back to join them in the hallway. Margaret looked inquiringly at both girls. "Was there something you two wanted to say?" she asked.

Melissa grinned wickedly. "Yes, there is, Mom," she nodded, "But first, I think you could use a little cleanup help. After all," she smirked as she leaned her head forward towards her mother's semen-streaked hair, face, and clothing, "Since it sure looks like you got to taste John's come pretty thoroughly, why shouldn't we?" With that, she began brazenly licking the thick, creamy dollops off Margaret's hair and face.

"Oh!" Margaret murmured in surprise, especially when she felt Stephanie step in and began to suck the gooey drops off her blouse. She was less surprised when the dark-haired seventh-grade girl quickly worked her way down to Margaret's full breast and repeated her favorite trick of suckling her nipple directly through her thin top. Margaret was already worked up to such a fever pitch of sexual excitement that within seconds she was moaning and panting, tugging Stephanie's head even more tightly into her yearning bosom. And the instant Melissa had completed her obscene licking of John's jism from her mother's face and hair, she began sucking on Margaret's other nipple.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Margaret gasped. "What- oh! What are you two doing? Hoh! Oh, God! You- ohhhh! You're going to make me- unnggghhh! You're going to make me come- hoh! Right here! In front of everybody!"

Melissa lifted her face to her mothers and whispered, "They're all in the kitchen, Mom. Just let it happen. This is your reward for sharing!" With that, she resumed her incestuous suckling of her mother's completely erect nipple, only now she slid a hand down the front waistband of her mother's thin, billowing skirt and lewdly began to slide a pair of fingers in an out of the woman's sopping wet cunt slit.

Margaret couldn't restrain herself any longer. Putting a hand over her mouth to stifle her own excited grunts, she allowed the climax that had been building from the moment Stephanie's lips touched her nipple to overtake her, making her voluptuous body tremble and shake for several long seconds until both girls relented and let the orgasm subside.

"Well!" Margaret panted once her breath recovered sufficiently to speak, "That was- well, very nice, thank you. But not very discrete," she added with a worried frown, looking down at Stephanie. "What if your father had come in just then?"

Stephanie shrugged unapologetically. "Yeah, I guess it was taking a chance. But you did seem to really need it," she grinned impishly.

"Hmm," Margaret replied, raising an eyebrow. "While that may be perfectly true, it still was a big risk. I understand that Melissa has already shared all the goings-on in our family with you, and I won't deny that I'm looking forward to including you in that next week," she gave a tight smile, "But I'm not ready to spring all that on your father yet, so I would appreciate a little more restraint for now, okay?"

Stephanie had the good grace to look apologetic. "Yeah, okay, and I do get that. I'm sorry. I just seem to get carried away whenever I get around either of you," and she looked at both Melissa and her mother.

"Yes, well, I can relate to that," Margaret sniffed, feeling her cheeks starting to redden, "But please, more discrection for at least a little while longer." When Stephanie and Melissa both nodded their agreement, Margaret turned to her daughter. "Wasn't there something you wanted to ask me now that you've had your way with me?" she asked pointedly.

"Uh, yeah, actually," Melissa swallowed. "I was, well, I think maybe you had been planning on having just Keith and I home with you this evening, but I was wondering if you'd consider letting Brad come over tonight instead of tomorrow. I've, well, he's been kind of neglected the past couple of days and I'd like to make it up to him. And you did say," she added hurriedly when she saw her mother start to frown, "You did make me promise I'd share Brad with you. This would be a great chance to do that," she urged, hoping the blatant appeal to her mother's lust might overcome her previous plans.

Apparently, it worked because her mother gave her a meaningful glance before turning to Stephanie. "Would that be okay with you?" she asked.

"Sure," Stephanie shrugged with studied casualness. "Mel and I have an understanding, so I don't mind if she spends some time with Brad, too. And I think it would be really cool if you would fuck him, too," she added with a brash grin. "He's been dreaming about that all week."

"Is that a fact?" Margaret murmured, her expression a mixture of shock at Stephanie's unashamed forthrightness and lascivious interest. "Well, I guess that's fine as long as your father doesn't object." She almost commented about the fact that the arrangement would leave Stephanie alone for the night with her father and the way the little sexpot had seemed to enjoy the taste of her own father's come, but stifled the impulse, recognizing that this might be an area that Stephanie might not be ready to discuss her true feelings, either. "I'll ask him then," she agreed.

As Stephanie turned to precede Melissa and her mother into the kitchen to join the men, Melissa whispered to her mother, "Your dress is soaked with piss, Mom. Does that mean John made you come in the car, too?"

Margaret gave her daughter a sidelong glance. "Not that it's any of your business, but yes, yes he did."

She couldn't keep the dreamy, satisfied look off her face, and Melissa laughed warmly, "I'm really glad, Mom. You, uh, you want to get out of those clothes and let me run them through the laundry before dinner?" she asked with an impudent grin.

Her mother looked at her sharply. "No, thank you. I don't mind preserving the memories a bit longer," she explained, "And while I understand from John that he has actually allowed you all to run around here in the nude all week, neither of us are ready to go quite that far just yet. Okay?" she asked, a pleading tone entering her voice.

"Sure, Mom," Melissa nodded. "I'm not trying to push. Well, maybe a little," she admitted with a wry expression, "But I get it. I'll back off. At least until we all get home tonight."

"At least till then," Margaret agreed knowingly, and they entered the kitchen. John paused in his efforts taking the groceries for their dinner out of the shopping bags and laying them on the kitchen counter long enough to give both Melissa and her mother a measured look. His eyes grew wide when they took in the large, dark, wet spots on each of the curvaceous redheaded woman's breasts and he glanced sharply at Stephanie. His daughter merely batted her eyes innocently at John, and the man just gave an incredulous shake of his head but chose to say nothing.

Margaret quickly broke in to forestall any questions or discussions of her appearance, saying brightly, "Thank you for getting all that laid out, John." She looked around at the four young people who were crowded into the kitchen, noting the intrigued expressions on both Brad's and her son's face but plowed ahead to announce, "Kids, it's going to take a couple of hours for me to get dinner ready. Why don't you all go amuse yourself upstairs however you want until then? John and I will call you when dinner is ready. If that's all right with you?" she inquired sweetly of John.

The look of blatant eagerness, quickly suppressed, that flashed across the man's face made Melissa have to stifle a giggle, but John simply nodded and said, "I think that's an excellent idea. Go on, then, make yourselves scarce." The four youths readily agreed, though with looks that indicated they weren't the least bit fooled about the grownup's intentions, and within seconds, John and Margaret were alone in the kitchen.

"Nicely done," John smiled approvingly at Margaret once the final footfalls on the stairs faded away.

"Well, they didn't need to be underfoot while we're fixing dinner, did they?" Margaret asked archly.

"Definitely not," the bearded man agreed with mock solemnity. He eyed the twin dark, damp spots on the front of Margaret's blouse. "It, uh, seems that both girls got in the act of welcoming you home," he offered hesitantly.

Margaret felt her cheeks burn and anxiously wondered if he had actually heard her climaxing thirty feet away from him earlier under the preteen girls' lewd attentions but chose to assume that all John knew was what he could see and said with a casualness she didn't feel, "Yes, they did. Your daughter started it, of course, but mine thought it would be naughty to do the same. I get that they're trying to embarrass me in front of you," she shrugged. "I just chalk it up to their nervousness around what's developing between the two of us. Anyway, if they were trying to embarrass me, as long as you're not offended by their behavior, they failed."

John beamed at her. "That's an impressively cool attitude, I have to say. No, I'm definitely not offended," he shook his head, his eyes seemingly unable to tear themselves away from Margaret's clearly outlined aureoles and nipples. "And they did really improve the view," he added with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows.

Now Margaret really did blush. "Oh, uh, well, I'm very glad you think I'm worth looking at."

"My God, Margaret!" John blurted, "Do you really have no idea how incredibly gorgeous and sexy you are?" Margaret blinked, stunned at the vehemence of the man's declaration. "You are an absolute goddess and the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

"Oh. Oh, my," Margaret murmured, the butterflies fluttering madly in her insides once more. She knew she really shouldn't, but asked from under lowered eyes, "Even sexier than your wife?"

John gave her a level look and for an awful moment Margaret thought she'd crossed a line and instantly wished she'd trusted her instincts. But then John nodded as if to himself and answered her seriously, "Don't get me wrong, Margaret, I loved Kim with all my heart and always will. And she was incredibly sexy, too, but with her, it wasn't so much that she had a sexy body. Truth be told, she was skinny and flat-chested, which had it's own kind of appeal, but what was really sexy about her was what was between her ears. And you," he gave Margaret such a frankly appraising look with his nostrils flaring that the buxom redhead felt her cunt starting to ooze lavishly once more, "You've got – if that's possible – an even sexier mind plus this lush body that makes me think of a piece of fruit that's perfectly ripe and ready to drip sweet juices down my chin if I took a bite." He stopped suddenly, looking afraid that he'd revealed too much of his inner feelings.

"Oh. My. God!" Margaret breathed as she flung herself into his arms, crying, "That was the hottest, sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me in my life," and then their lips met in a long, tongue-plunging kiss as their hands roamed uninhibitedly up and down the lengths of each other's bodies.

They were both panting with desire by the time their mouths pulled apart. "I don't know about your chin, but the juices are definitely running down my legs," Margaret confessed hoarsely. "God! What you do to me!"

"If it's anything like what you do to me, this coming week is going to be really long for both of us," John shook his head ruefully, glancing down at the massive bulge in the front of his trousers. He glanced over at the ingredients for dinner resting on the counter. "You're making lasagna, right?" he asked. When she nodded in the affirmative, he went on, "So that means once it's in the oven, we have some time before dinner? `Cause I would really, really love to do something about those juices."

"Oh! You are so on, mister!" Margaret exclaimed in a voice grown thick and smoky with lust. "Here, you can help me get it ready even faster!" Thus incented, the couple quickly laid out the ingredients, mixed up the sauce, and had the layers of noodles, sauce, and cheese laid out in the baking pan. The minute the dish was placed in the oven, Margaret rounded on John and asked huskily, "Okay, that needs to bake for an hour and fifteen minutes. How and where do you want me, baby?"

"Ohhh, fuck!" John groaned. "If you only knew what hearing you say that does to me inside. As to how, I want to taste that smooth, juicy pussy of yours really, really badly. As far as where, we'd be most comfortable in my bed," he suggested tentatively.

With a great deal of reluctance, Margaret demurred even though every inch of her lust-ridden body was aching to agree. "No," she whispered, "I- I'm not sure that's a good idea. For a couple of reasons," she added. "First, we'd be a lot more likely to be heard by the kids, and even though they do all seem basically okay with us getting together, we've already thrown a lot at them really fast. And the second reason is, well, to be honest, once I got you in bed, I know I wouldn't have any self-control left at all. Believe me, it's not that I don't want to make wild, crazy, and total love to you already, it's just that something inside me tells me the time is right just yet. Do you understand?"

John nodded slowly, reaching out to pull her in close to him and gaze down at her face. "Margaret Randall, I just have to say that I am totally crazy about you and I want more than anything to have you whenever and however you want me. So whenever you're ready, so am I, and I care so much about you already I'm not about to jinx this by pushing you too far or too fast. So," he grinned, his eyes gleaming, "May I invite you to lie upon my couch and let me explore that treasure between your legs?"

"When you ask so nicely, how can a girl refuse?" Margaret smiled demurely even though her heart was thudding in her chest with excitement. She allowed him to take her hand and lead her into the family room and was about to fling herself onto the sofa with rather unseemly eagerness when she stopped short. "Uh, John, you remember what I told you about, well, my bladder control when I come?"

The man nodded gently in understanding. "Be right back," he promised, walking quickly out of the room. He returned moments later with two large bath towels, spreading them at one end of the couch. Margaret was puzzled at their placement until John laid himself down with his head on the towels and pointed invitingly at his face, saying, "Would you care to be seated, my dear?"

"Oh, I see," she nodded in understanding, her eyes glittering with urgent desire. She began to move towards her prone lover when suddenly the air was filled with loud shrieks of orgasmic pleasure from both Stephanie and Melissa filtering unmistakeably down from upstairs. Margaret stopped short and looked at John. "Is that what you've been having to endure all week, you poor man?" she wondered throatily. She found the sounds almost overwhelmingly erotic and was genuinely concerned for what it must have been like for John.

"Well, it has made it hard," he snorted. Margaret, glancing down at John's crotch where his immense manhood was straining the material of his pants perilously, laughed huskily in agreement. "But this is excessive even for them," John went on. "I strongly suspect they deliberately left their door open and are being as loud as possible on purpose. You might almost think they're trying to inspire us," he observed drily.

"Well, I'm definitely inspired," Margaret moaned softly. "Fuck it!" she suddenly declared with determination, whipping her top off over her head and quickly tugging her skirt down to the floor, standing before John in the altogether. "If they're sounding like that up there, they're not about to interrupt us down here."

John sucked in his breath as his eyes avidly raked up and down every square inch of her creamy, succulent body, taking in her full, firm breasts with their contrasting chocolate-brown aureoles and the nipples, turgid with erotic excitement, before moving down the curved, fleshy expanse of her belly and its small roll above her broad, rounded hips, down her plump, curvaceous thighs where he noted the large drips of quim oozing down the inside of her legs, and finally back up to the gleaming, smooth area of her cunt where her inner lips were puffed out in full arousal, a dark sensuous purple contrasting with the alabaster color of the rest of her skin. "So beautiful, so beautiful," he kept murmuring to himself.

"I'm glad you think so," Margaret murmured breathlessly after allowing him a few moments to unabashedly ogle her. "And now it's your turn, baby. I want to see all of you, too," she urged with an unsupressed moan. "You take off your shirt and I'll get your pants," she commanded. John helpfully kicked off his shoes and Margaret skillfully unfastened his trousers, tugging them eagerly down past his knees as John raised his hips to accommodate her. She laughed with childlike delight as his enormous, rigid prick sprang up and smacked her softly in the cheek once it was free of the restricting clothing.

Once Margaret had successfully pulled John's pants completely off, she looked back and sucked in her breath as she saw he had removed his shirt and was lying there completely nude under her prurient gaze. "And you, John Muller," she murmured throatily at last, "Are the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life!"

She paused for just a moment to listen to the lewd cries coming from upstairs, nodding with satisfaction when she heard her daughter urging both boys to bite her nipples as she came because it confirmed that all four young people were fully involved. She knew they wouldn't be disturbed any time soon, so she enthusiastically climbed onto the sofa, straddling John's bearded face.

"Time to taste each other completely," Margaret moaned, groaning with obscene delight as she lowered her dripping cunt to John's face and felt his tongue plunge more deeply into her pussy than anyone's ever had before. With a guttural moan, the curvaceous redhead leaned forward and pulled as much of John's gargantuan cock into her mouth, realizing with a surge of joy that the angle was perfect to attempt deep throating her new lover. She began to concentrate on pushing more and more of the massive organ ever more deeply down her throat, focusing on suppressing the need to gag as the thick, rubbery head squeezed past her glottis. Within minutes, she had triumphantly swallowed the entire length of John's improbably long shaft and nestled her lips into his thick, curly, black pubic hair.

"Oh, fuck!" John groaned in amazement, pulling his tongue and lips away from Margaret's sopping wet pussy momentarily. "No woman's ever been able to do that before!" he exclaimed incredulously.

Margaret delightedly held her position with her entire throat impaled by John's monstrous organ before the urgent need to breathe forced to relinquish her hold on it. Her ample breasts bounced tantalizingly against John's stomach as her chest heaved mightily while she strove to suck more air into her lungs. For several more long moments, Margaret recovered her breath as she languidly stroked the throbbing, glistening shaft of his enormous cock, luxuriating in the magical sensations the man's tongue was eliciting from her pussy. He was as good at cunt-licking as Melissa was, she realized, and much better than Keith. `I guess experience matters,' she thought to herself before something John had just said registered.

"I'm – ohhh! Glad I could surprise you- hunnggghh!" she grunted with amazed pleasure as she felt the lanky man's tongue thrust deeply up her anus. "Ohhhh! Oh, fuck, that's good!" she moaned. "God! I love your tongue up my ass! But- ohhh! I have to ask you- hunngggh!" she gasped, finding it increasingly difficult to get words out through the constant erotic assault on her senses John's masterful tongue was producing. "If I'm- unnngghhh! The first woman- hoh! Oh, God! To be able to do that- haaggghhh! Does that- oh, fuck! Does that mean some man- hunnnggghh! Some man could?" she panted.

John withdrew his tongue and lips from Margaret's quivering twat long enough to answer, "Yep, it's easier for some men, but a lot of them can't swallow it all like you do, either. Does- does that bother you?" he asked, a concerned note creeping into his voice.

Margaret realized she'd managed to get John to confess something else about his sexual desires sooner than he'd necessarily been prepared to do so, but she was overjoyed to be able to cry, "Oh, God, no! It doesn't bother me at all! Hoh! Hoh! Oh, God! In fact- hunnnggghh! It turns me on like crazy! Oh, shit! Yes! Do that, John! Suck my clit- unnnngghhh! Just like that! Just like it's my cock, John! Suck my cock, baby! Oh, fuck! You're doing it! You're making me come!"

Margaret suddenly realized that her obscene talk must be getting to John as well for she felt his large, heavy balls start to draw up and guessed that he was getting close to an orgasm himself. Having her suspicions about John's bisexuality just confirmed, she moistened a pair of fingers in her mouth and reached deeply down into his crotch and pressed the fingers against the man's puckered anus. As she guessed, he instantly relaxed his sphincter to allow her to plunge both digits all the way into his rectum to the palm, making him groan loudly with pleasure.

Realizing that she was already feeling the warning tingles in the depths of her cunt that presaged her own climax and desperate to experience as fully and completely with her man as she could, she sucked in an enormous breath and recklessly thrust her mouth down onto John's raging erection, pushing it down her throat as hard and fast as she could and swallowing repeatedly once the head was past the narrowest point to pull it all the way down her esophagus. With her free hand, she attempted to even push one of John's large balls past her lips, too, but her mouth was filled far too completely to accomplish that and she abandonded the effort.

And not a moment too soon for, even though she had been expecting it, John's cock swelled up even more, filling her entire mouth and throat almost painfully before it began jerking rhythmically. As with the first time she had sucked him to climax, she could feel the tube on the underside of his prick pulsing as John shot load after load of his viscous jism down her throat and directly into her stomach. It was the oddest sensation Margaret had ever experienced and yet so incredibly intimate.

And then her own orgasm launched, slamming into her full body with completely unexpected ferocity. Her body writhed and shuddered under its onslaught. She kept John's massive, still-jerking cock all the way down her gullet for as long as she could until the need to breathe overpowered her lust and she pulled her own head back with a sudden twitch, earning her two strong jets of John's jism directly into her face in the process, an added bonus that Margaret didn't mind in the slightest. As her own body trembled and convulsed spasmodically with each new surge of orgasmic pleasure, she did her best to continue stroking John's ejaculating prick, pushing the two fingers inside his bowels as deeply as she could to urge every drop of his delicious, creamy semen out the tip. She tried somewhat uncoordinatedly to plant her lips around the jetting head of John's prick, but her own orgasmic spasms made it too difficult and she just ended up with more on her face and hair.

But once John's climax had ended, he renewed his focus on Margaret's over-stimulated clit, making her howl with ecstasy as his lips and tongue lashed her rock-hard organ and causing a new orgasm to shoot through her jiggling flesh. And then another climax started, even before the last one had ended. But when John took two quim-moistened fingers of his own and jammed them savagely up Margaret's anal sphincter, she felt like the top of her head had exploded and all she could do was shriek hysterically as several more, intensely powerful climaxes wracked her ecstatically tortured body. Margaret felt like her body was being lifted up, higher and higher on each successive orgasmic wave until she felt like her entire self might burst from the power of the overwhelming sensations. Suddenly, she felt her bladder give way and empty itself completely onto her lover's bearded face. John's frenzied cunnilingus never stalled, and he lapped the pungent, golden fluid up as eagerly as he had been swallowing her free-flowing cunt juices. `My kind of man,' she thought to herself through the orgasmic fog. It was the last thing she was conscious of before the roaring in her ears informed her she was going to pass out. And then, nothing.

 

As soon as the four young people were pointedly dismissed from the kitchen by their collective parents, they scampered upstairs. Since they all clearly understood that they'd been granted two hours of free time for uninterrupted fucking, the only decisions to be made were whether they wanted to do couples or a four-way, and if the latter, whose room. They quickly opted for all four piling into Stephanie's room and peeling off their clothing – with the exception of the girls' panties the boys were still proudly sporting – and falling laughing onto Stephanie's bed in a tangle of bare arms and legs.

"God!" Keith exclaimed as soon as they had quieted down, "Did you see the way Mom looked when they got home? She must have had quite a time with John!"

"She was still incredibly turned on when she got here;" Melissa confided. "Steph and I made her come right there in the front hallway just from sucking her tits."

"No kidding!" Brad cried in amazement. "I figured you must have done something like that the way her boobs were all wet when you guys finally came into the kitchen. But that's amazing that you actually made her come right there!"

"Well, to be fair, Mel, you did have your fingers in her pussy, too," Stephanie added with a wicked grin.

"Well, since we were in kind of an exposed spot, I figured I'd hurry things along a little," Melissa explained with a twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah, I wanted to go check on you to see what was keeping you, but John said to leave you alone, that you were probably having a private conversation," Keith smirked. "He probably knew something naughty was happening."

"Well, that's a pretty safe bet anytime we three ladies get together, brother," Melissa cooed. "You should know that."

"No kidding, huh?" Keith grinned. "But you guys must have licked all John's come off her, too, `cause she was sure covered by it when she got out of the car!"

"Well, of course we did," Stephanie replied matter-of-factly. "You really couldn't expect us to pass that up, could you?"

"You could have shared," Keith muttered.

"Oh, right, Keith," Melissa snorted. "We're trying to keep both our parents from catching on to just how much sex we're having with the other, remember? How would we have explained it if all four of us started licking up his come right in front of him?"

"Well, what about you and Stephanie?" Keith countered with a frown. "Don't you think she would have been suspicious about you wanting to lick up his come?"

Melissa gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "We just acted like it was the first time we'd tasted it and said if she got to, so should we." She shrugged. "If she though more than that, she didn't say anything."

"So what do you think they did before they got home?" Brad asked with barefaced pruient interest.

"Well, we already knew she planned to suck his cock," Melissa grinned, "And we also know that when your dad comes, there's too much to swallow and it gets all over you. So I'd say Mom checked that one off her list. But she also admitted he made her come, too," she went on in a hushed, confiding tone. "That's why her dress was soaked with piss!" she giggled. "And she didn't even want to change! She said she wanted to preserve the memories a little bit longer!"

"Wow," Brad nodded. "I think they're really going to get together. It sounds like they're really falling in love with each other." He looked towards the door of the bedroom that they had neglected to close. "Shit! Do you think they might actually finally be fucking right now?"

Melissa glanced at Stephanie, who shook her head imperceptibly. "No, I don't think so. Not yet," Melissa answered. "Mom was insisting last night that she wanted their first time to be just perfect, and I didn't hear them come upstairs. I think if Mom was ready to go for it completely, she would have wanted to do that. So, no. But," she grinned, "It also seems like a good bet that they're ready to do anything and everything with each other but that. So they're probably working on making each other come again somehow."

"Cool!" Brad breathed, and Melissa was fascinated to see the way her young boyfriend's cock twitched and began to visibly swell at the notion. "You guys want to go see?" he asked with a suggestive leer.

"Brad! No!" his sister remonstrated. "Leave them some privacy. After all, they're leaving us ours," she pointed out.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Brad looked abashed for a moment before brightening. "So what are we going to do together, then?"

"That's the spirit, lover," Melissa giggled. "I think we should help them get in the mood by making each other come just as loudly and as often as we can, don't you?"

"Yeah!" the other three cried in wholehearted unison.

"So, any suggestions?" Stephanie asked the others.

"Well," Brad replied with an impish grin, "One of the ways that you two seemed to really get off on was that time you pushed your pussies together and held each other's hands as you rubbed together."

Melissa shot a quick, inquiring look at Stephanie. "That'll work," her dark-haired lover agreed with a smoldering look. "Brad seemed to get pretty turned on by that, and Keith has only seen us do that once when we pissed into each other's cunts the other night."

"That's right," Keith agreed eagerly. "It looked really cool."

"Of course, the thing that really puts us over the edge is if some sexy guy is sucking our tits at the same time," Stephanie supplied with raised eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah, we can definitely do that!" Keith cried, his cock already rising to full tumescence.

"Great!" Melissa replied, then looked at Stephanie. "You want me to get the lube, just to help things along?"

"Really?" her girlfriend snorted. "After that scene with your mom a little while ago, my pussy is totally wet. You?" she asked with a wry smile.

"The same," Melissa acknowledged. "Let's do it, then!" she cried enthusiastically. "And don't hold back on the noise, either," she giggled softly as the two twelve-year-old girls shifted their bodies so their legs were scissored into each other and their oozing cunts pressed tigtly together.

"Do I ever?" Stephanie grinned saucily as she reached out and took the plump redhead's hands in hers, tugging on them firmly to grind her cunt into Melissa's.

"Ohhhh, fuck, that feels good, Steph," Melissa moaned loudly. "God! It's like I can't even- ohhhh! Tell where my pussy ends and- hoh! Where yours begins. Oh, fuck! We feel so good together!" she grunted as her hips worked lewdly, sliding her sopping wet cunt lips back and forth along Stephanie's.

"Ohhhhh!" Stephanie gasped as she felt their fully erect clits pass over each other, sending electric thrills through both seventh-grade girls. "Fuck! Do that again! Oh! Oh! Oh! God! That is intense!" she moaned, her crotch writhing against Melissa's as they continued to work their sensitive clits into each other's.

"Haaaggghh!" Melissa gasped in turn as she felt the hard nub of her girlfriend's clit grind back and forth over her own. "No shit! Oh, God! Fuck, that's good!" she cried loudly, trying to make sure the adults downstairs got an earful. "Brad! Shit! I'm almost coming already! Hoh! Oh, God! Suck my tits, Brad! Bite them hard- ohhh! Like you do! Oh, fuck! Oh, God!" she yelled as she felt her boyfriend's teeth press down firmly around one of her turgid, over-sensitive nipples. "Fuck, yes! Bite me! Bite my fucking tits!" she shrieked.

"You- unnnggghhh! You, too, Keith," Stephanie grunted as she frantically slithered her gushing cunt back and forth over Melissa's. "Suck my tits, baby!" she demanded loudly. "Suck me and make me come! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, fuck! Just like that! Just like that!" the slender, black-haired girl shrieked as Keith closed his entire mouth over one of Stephanie's small, pubescent breast mounds and sucked it all the way into his mouth as he lashed the tumescent nipple with his tongue.

"Ohhhhh!" Melissa groaned as she felt the warning tingles presaging a climax, "You're doing it! Oh! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! You guys are- hoh! Haaggghhh! You guys are doing it! Hoh! Hoh! Hoh! You're making me come! Now, Brad! Bite me! Bite my fucking tit! I'm- ohhh! Oh, God! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm- haaaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" the shuddering redhead emitted an ear-splitting scream as a gut-wrenching climax tore through her, making her back arch and her toes curl convulsively.

"Haaaaggghhhh!" Stephanie roared incoherently as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. Melissa was delighted and fascinated to feel her slim lover's clit pulsing rhythmically along with her own as they remained pressed together. It actually felt like they were sharing one climax in one cunt in one body, and the erotic intimacy of that though instantly launched a new orgasm hard on the heels of the first one in her curvy, pale-skinned body, making her thighs vibrate uncontrollably as she strained every muscle in her body to retain contact with Stephanie's throbbing pussy.

As Melissa felt herself coming for still another time, she realized that she had completely lost control of her bladder and was actually pissing directly into Stephanie's already-soaking pussy, a sensation which intensified her climax still further. And then, when she felt a strange sensation between her legs and realized to her amazed joy that Stephanie was pissing right back into into Melissa's cunt hole, it was enough to trigger still another climax even before the previous one had receded. This final orgasm was so much stronger and more intense than any of the previous ones that Melissa knew there was no way she was going to retain consciousness through it, and simply allowed her body to collapse into unthinking blackness.

 

Melissa's eyelids fluttered and she groggily raised her head, trying to gain her bearings. She saw that her legs were still tightly intertwined with Stephanie's and their pussies were still in very drenched contact with each other. Looking further up to Stephanie's face, she saw that her girlfriend's eyes were peacefully closed and she was softly snorking. With a tender smile as she realized that her slender lover had passed out from the intensity of her climax as well, she looked around to search for the boys.

She saw them locked in a passionate embrace, kissing sloppily and lewdly as their fingers teased and stroked the shafts of each other's cocks through the sheer material of the girls' panties they still wore, as well as gently touching the heads of their boyish organs where they emerged, poking from above the top of the panties' waistbands.

Keith saw his sister move out of the corner of his eye and pulled away from Brad's lips to say cheerfully, "Hey, sis! Welcome back! I take it that was a good come for both of you?"

"Uh, yeah, to put it mildly," Melissa grinned as she shook her head incredulously. "But don't stop what you're doing on my account," she added with a significant glance at the two boys wrapped in each other's arms and their raging hard-ons. "That looks really hot! I don't know, there's just something about the way your cocks look popping out of those sexy panties that kind of drives me nuts!" she confessed without a trace of embarrassment.

Her brother grinned. "Yeah, me, too," he nodded, reaching down to lovingly caress the knob of Brad's pubescent cock where it pushed out of Stephanie's panties.

"You, too, what?" Melissa heard Stephanie croak from the other end of the bed.

"Hey, girl," Melissa smiled warmly. "Glad you survived that, too. Man! When you started filling up my cunt hole with your pee, I just kinda' lost it!"

"Yeah, it was like we just sort of melted into each other, like we weren't even two separate bodies anymore," Stephanie nodded, her eyes showing a smoldering glow at the memory.

"I know, right?!" Melissa cried. "And when our clits were vibrating like that while we came together, I really felt like we had only one pussy and all it could do was come and come. It was – well, I don't even have words, my lady. I just love you so much, that's all," she murmured, feeling a lump in her throat.

"Whoa!" Stephanie said, sucking in her breath as Melissa moved her piss-soaked cunt against hers, "If you start that up again, I'm not going to be able to keep from coming!" she blurted.

"Oh, wouldn't' that be terrible," Melissa sniggered.

"Well, only because it would kind of leave our sexy brothers out and they haven't got to come yet. I don't think..." she frowned. "You guys didn't come yet, did you?" she asked the panty-clad teens.

"Relax, Steph, no they didn't," Melissa assured her, "Though they were getting up to some pretty hot and heavy kissing and touching each other's pricks while we were out of it. That's what we were talking about when you woke up. The way it looks so sexy when their cocks poke up out of our panties, I mean," she grinned with an aroused gleam in her eyes.

Stephanie looked at the boys with keen interest. "Is that so? You guys want to get each other off that way while Mel and I go another round?"

Keith looked inquiringly at Brad, who shrugged and said, "Sure, I think we could. Unless," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Someone has a different idea."

"Well," Melissa drawled with a sidelong glance at her brother, "The first time Keith came on me, it was by sliding his prick up and down the crack of my ass. You guys want to try that? You'd have to take your pretty panties off," she added with a teasing smile.

"Oooh, that sounds interesting," Stephanie breathed. "How about it, Keith? Since you've already come that way on your sister, you want to come in my ass crack?"

"Oh, heck, yeah!" Keith enthused. "Brad, I have to tell you, sliding your prick up and down my sister's butt cheeks does feel pretty darned good," he grinned at Brad.

"Yeah, it does sound good," Brad agreed, quickly tugging off his sister's panties that he had been wearing and allowing his stiff dick to spring straight out from his body.

"I can see that it does," Keith laughed as he pulled the pair of panties he had been wearing as well. "Did we pack up all the lube? I'll bet this would feel even better with that?"

"No, there's still some in my nightstand," Stephanie informed him with a sly smile. She began to slowly slide her crotch against Melissa's once more, making her red-haired girlfriend moan with pleasure. "Thanks for the idea, Mel. This should be fun!"

"It sure was the first time," Melissa replied, already beginning to pant from the combined sensations of Stephanie's sopping wet pussy grinding against hers and the feel of Brad's fingers in her ass crack as he generously applied a coating of slick sex gel. "Hoh!" she gasped as she felt her boyfriend playfully slip a finger deeply into her anus. "Okay, that's nice, too," she moaned in approval as Brad slid the finger in and out of her ass hole a few times before turning his attention to oiling up his own stiff prick. "I wouldn't object if your cock happened to slip all the way into my ass a few times while you're doing this," she added breathlessly.

"Oooh! Same here," Stephanie grunted, getting into a slow, sensuous rhythm of sliding her cunt slit up and down over Melissa's pussy.

"Of course- ooohh!" Melissa panted, "What really made it- hoh! Made it nice when Keith was doing this before was- unngghhh! Was that he was also squeezing my tits- hoh! While his cock was sliding up and down- unngghh! Up and down my ass crack!"

"You heard that, guys!" Stephanie urged the boys as they both began to push their stiff pricks up and down their respective partner's butt cracks. "Play with our tits, too! Oh, yeah!" she breathed huskily as she felt Keith's fingers begin to caress and gently knead her pubescent breast mounds. "That is nice! Oh, God, Mel! I can already feel that this is going to make me come a bunch of times!"

"Uh-huh!" Melissa gasped. "Me, too! Oh! Oh, God!" she cried as she felt Brad's cock slip unexpectedly into her welcoming anus and plunge all the way into her rectum. "Fuck! Yeah, keep doing that every little bit! Hunnnggghhh! God, Brad! You make me feel so good! You all do," she added quckly, not wanting to make anyone feel slighted.

Stephanie laughed hoarsely, "It's okay, Mel- ohhh! I knew what you- hunngghh! What you meant. I have to- hoh! Have to ask – what were you thinking- hunngghh! When Keith did this- ohhh! The first time?"

"Hoh!" Melissa gasped as Brad thrust his cock deeply into her bowels a couple of times before resuming his motion up and down her ass crevice, "I- unnggghh! I didn't know what to- ohhh! What to think! All I knew- hoh! Hoh! Hoh! Was that it felt- hunnnghhh! Felt really good and was- haagghh! Was making me come! Like this is- hoh! Oh, God! Like this is right now! Oh, God! Pinch my nipples, Brad! Oh, fuck! Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Yes! Just like that! Fuck me, Brad! Fuck my ass hard! Make me come! Oh, God, yes! Do it! Fuck me hard! Haagghhh! Oh, God! Here it comes! I'm- haagghhh! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm- aaaaiiiiiieeee!" she shrieked as her body began to buck and writhe involuntarily in response to the climax howling through her.

"Oh, fuck!" Stephanie shrieked, "So am I! Hunnnngghhh! Oh, God, yes! Hunngghhh! Do that, Keith! Yeah, fuck my ass! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh- haaagghhhhhh!" she screamed as she felt Keith slam his cock deeply and repeatedly all the way into her well-lubricated ass hole and her body also began to shudder under her orgasm.

Melissa was lost in an erotic fog as her climax built and built, increasing in intensity as she felt Stephanie's clit pulsing rhythmically against her own. She had originally expected that she and Stephanie would be able to enjoy a few small climaxes as the boys worked up to their orgasms, but she now realized that the intensity of the sensations she was already experiencing meant that she was well on the road to a truly gut-wrenching orgasm, one she would probably pass out from again. Furthermore, she could tell by the nearly frantic pace of Brad's cock plunging in and out of her slick anus and the guttural grunts her brother was uttering that the boy's were close to coming, too.

So, as Melissa felt another climax launch within her sensitized pussy, she simply surrendered to the feelings and allowed it all to happen, making no attempt to restrain her bladder as she forcefully squirted jet after jet of hot piss directly into Stephanie's throbbing cunt. She heard Stephanie gasp at the increased sensation and then felt an additional flow of wet warmth flood her own crotch as her girlfriend returned the favor. Then, as the all-too-familiar roaring in her ears began to overtake her, she felt Brad's cock jerking steadily inside her rectum and knew he was coming as well, filling her bowels with spurt after spurt of his thick, gooey semen. And then everything went black.

 

Melissa blinked rapidly several times to clear her vision as she swam back up to consciousness. She felt Brad's cock still buried in her ass and his arms around her with his hands cupped over her large, soft breasts. Stephanie's cunt was still tightly pressed against her own, too, so Melissa realized with gratitude that she must not have blacked out for long this time. She turned her head to look at Brad and let him know she was awake once more. Brad smiled tenderly at her and nuzzled her neck, kissing her repeatedly until she giggled.

"That was really nice, Brad," she whispered. "Sorry I passed out again."

"I never mind that," her boyfriend whispered back. "I think it's amazing that you and Steph both do that."

"Well, so does my mom," Melissa grinned. "You'll see," she promised.

"It's true, she does," Keith confirmed from the other end of the bed.

"Oh, hey, Bro," Melissa greeted Keith. "How are you guys doing?"

"We're just fine," Keith grinned. "Steph's still asleep. You guys both came really hard," he added unnecessarily.

"Huh? Wha-?" Stephanie groaned groggily. "I'm awake, I'm awake!"

"Hi, my lover," Melissa answered her with an adoring look. "That was pretty intense!"

"No kidding," Stephanie agreed languidly, luxuriating in her post-orgasmic glow. "Only we didn't exactly do what we said, did we?"

"No," Melissa agreed with a snort. "I guess we'll have to try again to just let the guys come in our ass cracks. Face it, Steph. We're both such sluts that once we get started we can't stop ourselves until we're completely going for it."

"Yeah, you're right about that," the black-haired girl agreed with a wry grin. "Though I guess that's not such a bad thing."

"Definitely not," Brad agreed heartily. "I love the way we love each other and they way we fuck each other."

"Yep, no complaints at all," Keith agreed.

"Ohhh," Melissa sighed softly as she felt Brad's now flaccid cock slip gently out of her ass. "I guess that means we should get untangled and figure out what's going on downstairs with our folks."

"Really?" Keith asked. "I thought you wanted to give them some privacy. They did say they'd call us when dinner was ready."

Melissa shrugged resignedly. "Okay, yeah, you're right. Only, what if Mom passed out, too? We wouldn't want dinner to burn," she added with a disingenuous look.

"Oh, go ahead and go see," Keith replied with an indulgent shake of his head. "I know you really want to see how well your plan is working out."

"We could all go look," Brad suggested hopefully.

"Uh, probably not a good idea, Bro," Stephanie replied. "If they're seen, one person might be able to give an innocent explanation. All four of us? Hard to pass that off as anything but spying on them."

"Yeah, yeah, all right," her brother muttered resignedly.

"Okay then; help me get up," Melissa commanded, trying not to let her eagerness show. The others shifted their naked bodies out of the way and she clambered off the bed and started to head for the door.

"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?" Keith asked dryly. Melissa looked back at her brother with a puzzled expression. "Clothes?" he prompted.

"Oh, yeah, right," Melissa gave a sheepish grin. "I've gotten to used to not needing any around here." She fumbled around on the floor to retrieve the top and pants she'd flung down earlier in their lascivious excitement, pulling them on and briefly smoothing them down. "Okay now, your highness?" she asked her brother acerbically.

"Hey, I like to see you nude; you know that," Keith answered good-naturedly. "I just thought that until we know Mom's cool with us all being naked together, we shouldn't push it."

"I know, I know," Melissa grudgingly admitted. "Back in a flash," she promised the others as she darted out the door and padded down the hall in her bare feet, trying to avoid any squeaky floorboards.

The twelve-year-old girl crept down the stairs and cautiously peered first into the living room. Finding it empty, she started to tiptoe down the hall towards the kitchen when a soft sound from the family room made her stop. She peeked around the corner and had to stifle a gasp of delight as she beheld her mother's completely naked body sprawled atop John's equally bare flesh. Her mother's face was lying on John's crotch and his limp but still massive cock was draped across her face. The small dribbles of jism forming at the tip of John's enormous organ gave ample evidence that he had ejaculated recently and, given its proximity to her mother's mouth, Melissa had a pretty good idea where most of it had gone, especially since she didn't see any splettered elsewhere.

Just then, Melissa's mother emitted a soft snore and her daughter smiled as she realized that John must have made her come so hard she had passed out, just as she had done herself a few minutes ago. She started momentarily when she realized that John's eyes were open and he was looking at her intently. Melissa grinned at him and gave him an approving thumbs up. He shrugged easily and then made a shooing motion with his hand, so the plump pre-teen hastily exited and made her way back upstairs.

The other three still naked young people were eagerly awaiting her report as soon as Melissa reentered Stephanie's bedroom. "Well?" Stephanie pressed.

"Well," Melissa grinned broadly, "I think it's safe to say they've definitely taken their relationship up another level," and she went on to describe the lewd scene she had observed.

"Wow," Keith breathed when his sister was done, "Way to go, Mom!"

"For sure," Stephanie agreed, nodding sagely. "They are totally gonna' fuck, and soon."

"I think you're right, Steph," Melissa concurred, "But I don't see how it's gonna' happen this weekend; not with the plans the way they are. Plus," she frowned, "I really think this was as far as Mom was prepared to go for now. We'll just have to make sure Mom is super horny by next Saturday when your dad gets back from his trip," she mused.

"Sounds like a good plan," Keith chuckled evilly, "Only...does that mean we should fuck her more or less the closer we get to Saturday. If she were a guy, I'd definitely say `less'. But the way Mom is – and, now that I think of it, the way both you girls are – it seems like the more sex you get, the more you want. What do you think?"

"Definitely fuck her more," Stephanie responded decisively. "We should send her off to the airport with her pussy tingling, that's what I think."

"Figures you'd automatically vote for more sex," Brad teased her but with a loving twinkle in his eye.

His sister shrugged unrepentantly. "Hey, Keith asked what I thought. That's what would work for me. I'm just saying..."

At that moment they heard John's voice calling up from the foot of the stairs, "Hey, kids! Dinner's just about ready, so make yourselves presentable and come on down."

Stephanie sighed, "Dang. I guess that means we have to put on clothes again. Except," and she grinned wickedly, "Since I'm not going anywhere later, I don't have to wear much." She stood up and reached into her closet, pulling out the too-small robe she'd worn over the previous two weeks when seduction was her intent and tugged it barely closed around her slim, olive-skinned body.

"Did your mom ask Dad if it was okay for me to come home with you guys tonight?" Brad asked with a frown.

Melissa shrugged. "She said she would, but she might have gotten, um, distracted," she giggled wickedly. "I'll bring it up at dinner if I need to."

"Thanks," her dark-haired boyfriend nodded appreciatively as he pulled his sister's panties up over his hips again.

"You really do enjoy wearing my underwear, don't you?" Stephanie asked, looking intrigued.

Brad looked at his sister seriously. "Yeah, I really do," he nodded. "It makes me feel sexy and, well, kind of close to you at the same time."

"That's really sweet, Brad," Stephanie smiled softly, sounding genuinely moved. "I'm glad you like it. I think it's kind of sexy too. Just don't wear them to school," she cautioned.

"No duh!" her brother responded with a somewhat whithering look. "I'm not stupid, you know."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Stephanie answered contritely. "I just like teasing you sometimes. Even though you're my lover, you are still my brother. Can't let you forget that!" she grinned.

"Yeah, okay. Just remember that goes both ways," Brad warned with a raised eyebrow.

"I can handle anything you can give me, brother dear," Stephanie replied with a cocquettish look.

"Uh, maybe we'd better get downstairs," Melissa suggested with amusement. "The way this is heading here, if we stay, we're all going to be fucking again in minutes."

"Oh, wouldn't that be awful!" Keith snorted, but he headed for the door and the others followed him downstairs.

 

After John spotted Melissa looking in on him and Margaret in their unclad and highly compromising state and he was sure the curious girl had retreated upstairs, he gently nudged the sleeping woman atop his body. "Margaret," he whispered softly, and then repeated it more loudly.

"Huh? Wha-?" Margaret asked woozily. "Oh, damn! Sorry about that," she mumbled in embarrassment.

"Sorry for what?" John asked gently. "For falling asleep? In my experience, that's just about the highest compliment a woman can pay a man." He caressed her soft, curved body lovingly.

"Uh, well, no, not for falling asleep, I guess," the buxom redhead murmured, gradually coming to her senses. "But for, well, passing out at the crucial moment. I won't apologize for peeing all over you in the process, though," she added. "I did warn you."

"You did, and it was fine. Wonderful, in fact," he assured her. "And I think it's equally wonderful that you get into sex with all your heart, mind, and body like that. Quite the turn-on, if you want to know," he added in a softer voice.

"Oh, really?" Margaret replied, sounding pleased. She shifted her body around so her face was close to John's. "Well, I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that, because I seem to be doing it more and more these days. And you really were okay with me peeing on you?" she asked hastily, trying to forestall any further questions about her current sex life. "Did I imagine it or did you really kind of swallow it all?"

"Most of it," John grinned. "A bit got away, but I think the towel caught the rest."

"Wow," Margaret murmured, gazing intently into his eyes. "And you were okay with that?" she asked shyly.

"More than okay, Margaret," he answered, punctuating his affirmation with a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate.

"Okay, I definitely believe you!" Margaret exclaimed a bit breathlessly once their lips had parted. "That is really a relief. I was so afraid that you were going to think I was some kind of freak!"

"Oh, I do, I do!" John laughed, continuing quickly when he saw the frown that quickly appeared on her face, "And definitely my kind of freak. I think it's fascinating, and it's introducing me to new and exciting sexual things I'd never imagined before you and your family. So no, I didn't mind it at all. I- well, I love the way you taste. All of you," he declared simply.

"Ohhh! If you only knew what hearing you say that does to me inside," Margaret sighed, and then laughed eagerly as she felt John's prick start to stir between her straddling thighs. "And it seems like maybe it does something inside you, too, sexy lover!" She wriggled her hips to slide her pussy over his huge and rapidly swelling organ. "I don't suppose we have time for one more round, do we?" she asked hopefully, her voice gone smoky with arousal.

John groaned, "Afraid not, my love," he answered, and Margaret's heart leapt up into her throat at hearing him use that endearing term for the first time despite her disappointment in his message. "The kids seem to have finished their, um, activities and it's probably time to check the lasagna. In fact, I spotted your daughter peeking around the door at us a while ago, so we should probably get dressed."

"What?!!!" Margaret nearly shrieked. "You're kidding! What did she do?" she demanded.

"Well, if you want to know, she grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up," he snorted in dry amusement.

"Shit!" Margaret swore. "Pardon my language. But oh! That girl!" she muttered darkly as she heaved her voluptuous, pale body up off of John's and began to retrieve the clothing strewn about on the floor.

"Well, for what it's worth, she was clearly pleased with what she saw," John pointed out. "She may have been just trying to see if they had time for another round, as you put it, themselves. We may have to disappoint them in that, if so," he chuckled.

"Hmm, okay," Margaret harrumphed, "Since you weren't embarrassed by it, I guess I have no cause to be. I suppose, given the way I looked when we arrived, the fact that you and I are doing more than just kissing nowadays isn't exactly a big secret, is it?"

John leaned over after he had buttoned up his shirt and kissed Margaret soundly and lovingly. "No, I don't suppose it is. And if they approve, I'm really glad. That whole issue can be problematic when people with kids start dating. From what I've seen so far from them, as long as we continue to let them, well, explore their sexuality with each other, they're fine with us doing the same."

"Yes, I do believe you're right about that," Margaret answered with some degree of relief, feeling the flush from her cheeks starting to fade once more. "And you're really okay with the kids doing all that exploring, right?"

"I sure am," he answered fervently. "I think it's beautiful and wonderful. It's clear they all love each other so much, and frankly, I feel a whole lot better about them trying all this out at home then out in some more public place where discovery might have all sorts of unpleasant ramifications, you know?"

Margaret nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Exactly! Oh, I'm so glad we're on the same page about this." She hugged him tightly. "I'm so glad we've found each other, John. I'm- well, I'm falling for you. Really hard," she confessed in a voice choked with emotion. "And I thank God that every minute of every day I keep finding new things that tell me this is supposed to happen." She looked up at John with tears welling up in her eyes.

John reached down and caressed her cheek tenderly before kissing her softly again, their lips flowing into each other. They held each other that way for a long time. When their lips and bodies parted, John whispered, "I feel exactly that same way, Margaret. And yes, I'm falling for you just as hard." He gave her an intense gaze that made the butterflies in Margaret's stomach flutter frantically before he went on in a much more prosaic tone, "And now, why don't you check on dinner and I'll let our hormonal children know they need to pull themselves together – or apart, as it may be," he snorted, "And get down here for supper."

Margaret nodded and headed for the kitchen, but not before stopping and giving John an adoring backward glance. "Thank you," she said simply, "Thank you for one of the best days of my entire life."

"Mine, too," he replied with a heartfelt smile.