They talked until the sun began to set and the mosquitoes came out in squadrons. They hastily packed things up and headed for the climate-controlled safety of the house.
Back in the kitchen, Cookie looked at her daughter and said loud enough for him to hear, “Will Tim be okay tomorrow?” It took Tim a moment to catch on, then he remembered. Tomorrow the tiny bathing suits would be gone.
Kayla smiled. “I think he should be okay after a while. I plan to fuck his brains out first thing in the morning, so his cock should behave itself.”
Tim choked on the soda he was drinking. Everyone smiled as he recovered. He wasn’t used to hearing such talk out in the open. Especially around family. But this was clearly no ordinary family. Seeing Kayla and her mother so close together he was struck by the comparison. Kayla had inherited her mother’s dark hair and eyes. Curls in Cookie’s case, straight and lustrous in Kayla’s. She’d also inherited her mother’s obvious good looks, but she was leaner, and a little taller, more like her dad. But the curves remained. Tim felt himself begin to get hard again and turned from the group.
“No promises.”
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That evening, Tim stepped into the big bathroom in Granny’s apartment. He inhaled sharply when he saw his woman in the tub. She’d shaved her legs and at that moment was sitting on the side of the tub beginning to shave her pussy as well.
“Wow, when you get naked, you really get naked.” He glared at her hungrily. Up till now she’d always just kept things trimmed down there.
She looked at him slyly. “Do you like it Dragă mea?”
Tim nodded briskly. “Da, iubirea mea.”
She held up her trimmer. “You’re next.” Tim stepped into the tub and sat opposite her on the edge of the garden tub. He took the trimmer from her hand.
“I’ll get as close as possible with these, but razors around my balls give me the heebie-jeebies.”
She laughed. “That will be just fine, baby.”
The body trimmer made quick work of Tim’s pubes and then he watched Layla’s efforts utterly rapt. She had the most beautiful inner pussy lips that lay like two perfect flower petals, with her slit visible between them. When she was done, she rinsed the tub and washed her pussy with soap and water, and then Tim as well. She held his gaze the whole time she was washing him. She smiled appreciatively as Tim’s manhood became hard for her. She sat back where she’d been and spread her legs wantonly.
She looked into her fiancé’s eyes as her hand spread her pussy lips erotically. “Do you think it’s kissable? If you want to try you should do it now, cuz I’m going to use a lotion that probably won’t taste very good.”
Like a supplicant in a temple, Tim sank to his knees and leaned his face over her bare vulva.
“Oh … fuck,” She moaned as his tongue slid into her pussy. She tilted her hips up to improve his angle.
Kayla laid her head back as her handsome man began sliding his tongue into her. He was very methodical in his approach to pleasing her orally, something she’d never failed to appreciate. While his tongue worked, his fingers would lovingly caress her outer labia. When her breathing picked up, he’d roll his tongue hard into her with his nose mashed into her clitoris. By the time his fingers entered her, and his tongue began its work on her clit, she was usually near crazed with pleasure. But tonight, she was confident that she wouldn’t be able to cum. Tonight, she had a gut full of fear and worry and it was hard to relax and enjoy the moment.
She gently pushed him back with a seductive smile. She glanced down at his cock to find it hard enough to chisel stone. “You’ve been so good today. But I know you are pretty worked up, aren’t you?”
She giggled as she stepped out of the tub, much to her fiancé’s chagrin. She quickly toweled off her legs. Tim dexterously stepped from the big tub. He moved very deliberately, like an animal. It always made her pulse race.
Kayla stepped into her man’s arms and ran her hands down his chest. “You’ve been trying so hard to not stare at my mother’s huge tits and her big, beautiful ass, haven’t you?”
Tim met her eyes and nodded shyly.
“Of course, you have, you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t imagine yourself touching her.” She stepped away and turned towards the sink, maintaining eye contact in the mirror. “I do it myself.” Kayla grabbed the edge of the sink and thrust her hips back at him.
“C’mon handsome, come give me all of that stress, all of that need,” she wiggled her ass at him. “Fuck me, baby. Fuck me like you want to fuck her.”
Tim’s mind was a whirlwind. Kayla had told him that she’d been with women before, but to hear her talk of her own mother with such desire, made his mind spin. Her bare pussy gleamed enticingly, and he slipped into the moment. He stepped between her legs and roughly grabbed the two perfect lobes of her ass. “You want to get fucked huh?”
She flexed her hips and locked eyes with him again in the mirror. “Yes, baby. I want you to hammer me. Punish my poor pussy. Fuck me.”
With a growl, Tim slid his cock into her. She was wet and ready. She groaned lewdly as he entered her. “Yeah, baby. Give me that cock. I need it.”
Tim could hear his blood pounding in his ears. He thrust forcefully into her and reveled in her accompanying moan. Again, he slammed into her slick cunt, and her moan became a wail of ecstasy. Caught in the height of the moment he reached and grabbed her loose hair and pulled back on it while he slammed his cock into her over and over.
“Is this what you wanted iubițel?” he growled. “For me to treat you like a slut?” He punctuated the statement with a stinging slap to her beautiful round ass.
Kayla’s words were nearly a sob. “Yes. Oh God yes. Punish my pussy. You’ve no idea how bad I can be.”
Driven to new heights of ardor, Tim’s mind emptied of anything but hammering her dripping snatch. Only filling her with his scalding hot cum mattered. Only the feel of her pussy gripping his shaft as he slammed it home again and again. Her wails were music to his ears. Their bodies made wonderful sexy wet sounds.
“Oh God,” she cried. “Oh God, I’m going to cum. I’m finally going to cum. Fuck me. FUCK ME!” she screamed as her orgasm shook her body to her core. Her arms and legs became like rubber and but for the strength of his upper body, she’d have sunk to her knees. Moments later Tim roared and came deep into her cunt, flooding it with his seed until it squirted out between them. He continued slamming into her as he came, drawing out the amazing sensation until he too lost his strength.
Together the lovers sat on the edge of the tub breathing heavily. He turned to her and swept the sweaty hair from her face. “Are you all right?” he whispered.
She pulled his face to hers and kissed him hard. With their foreheads pressed together, she whispered back. “I may never have been more all right than I am now.”
Tim laughed as he caressed her sweaty face. “I think we need another bath.”
She smiled and kissed him fiercely once again. “Better get used to it.”
————-
It was 1 a.m. when Tim awoke. Moonlight shone through the window. He didn’t know if it was a noise or a dream, but something had startled him to full wakefulness. He got up and briefly searched for his clothes, and then remembered there wouldn’t be any worn in this home from here out. He stepped out of the apartment and walked through the dewy grass. There were lights on in the main house. He walked to the gate that led out to the beach and peered out from it. He half expected to see a group of kids partying out on the sand, but the beach was empty. He stood there a moment enjoying the night breeze.
There had been a container of pineapple juice in the fridge, in the main house and that sounded pretty good to Tim. When he reached the door to the sunroom, he was brought to a halt. In the living room beyond the sunroom, his eyes fell upon the supine form of his future mother-in-law as she writhed on the sectional sofa. Another woman with short sandy blonde hair was face first between her beautiful big thighs. Mark was thrusting lustily into this curvy woman from behind, one knee on the sofa cushion. On the other side, a young blonde man was sliding his hard cock into Cookie’s mouth. Her heavy breasts undulated enticingly each time he stroked into her.
He watched the two couples, entranced. Watched them as they changed positions, angles, and partners. He was confident they couldn’t see him with the bright lights within and the darkness outside, combined with the tint that every window in Florida seems to have. He had wondered why the two of them were staying in the quest house instead of in a spare bedroom in the main house. Now he knew.
Tim started when he felt a petite hand caress his ass. Kayla stepped up next to him.
Tim stammered, “I umm … heard something outside.”
“I wondered what was keeping you,” she whispered. “Now I see.” She smiled and watched the coupling going on in the front room. “That’s Stacy bouncing on my father’s cock. She’s an old friend of my mother’s, though I didn’t know that she’d finally accepted my parent’s offer.” She looked up at Tim. “They have been trying to get her to join them for two years. I’d heard she recently divorced her asshole of a husband. I’ve no idea who the young guy is. Probably Stacy’s boy toy.” Kayla grinned up at him. “Doesn’t that look like fun?”
Tim wondered, “How long has this been going on?”
Kayla shrugged, ‘I’m not sure, but it didn’t here at the house until my sister and I were both adults. After that, they figured we were mature enough to deal with it.”
Tim finally tore his eyes away from the spectacle inside. Adding others to their bed was something they’d discussed briefly when they were a new couple, figuring out each other’s kinks. Tim had admitted that the notion sounded sexy, but it wasn’t something he’d been looking for. He’d wondered at the strange smile she’d given him at the time. He looked down at her, “Have you ever …?”
She glanced down at his naked body to find his hard cock pointing at her navel. She reached out and grasped it softly. “The time has come, the walrus said, to speak of many things,” she whispered. She gave him a worried little smile and led him back into the guest house. This was the talk that she’d feared the most. Most folks could get around the nudist idea, perhaps even the swinging, the rest of it … would require a special person. She’d hoped beyond hope that Tim was that person.
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