She led him into their bedroom and motioned for him to lie down on his back. When he did, she straddled him and slid his hard cock inside her. Her eyes closed as he filled her, and she smiled contentedly. She opened her eyes as she began to slowly ride him. Tim moaned deeply.
Her eyes held his in the moonlight. “I have joined my parents and their guests on several occasions, during summer breaks from college.”
Tim’s eyes widened as he computed the implications of that statement. Kayla noted that his cock got harder within her. “So, you’ve …”
Once again, she answered his question before he’d completed it. She set both of her hands flat on his toned chest. “I gave my father the gift of my virginity, just before I left for nursing school.” She saw the incredulous look on his face as she continued to ride him.
“What? I should have given it to some college dude, in the back of his daddy’s SUV? To someone who might not be gentle, who didn’t love me?” She stopped with Tim’s cock firmly sheathed in her tight pussy. “I gave it to someone who loves me beyond measure. With my mother lying beside us, stroking my hair. It was beautiful and sweet. How can that be bad if it was what I wanted?”
Tim thought about it. Finally, he was forced to admit he was quite at a loss to come up with a reason, beyond the obvious societal norms. She continued. “My family is very sexually open, and always has been.” She looked down into his eyes. “While you are here in this home, I am okay with anything that happens between you and my family. Anything.”
She smiled and sat up straight. She took Tim’s hands and placed them on her full breasts. “Now, shall we continue fucking or are you going to pepper me with silly questions?”
Tim’s first thought was to wonder if both were out of the question, only to realize that they most certainly would be. Questions would have to wait. He pulled her down to take her plump nipple into his mouth and began pumping up into her enthusiastically.
Her eyes closed. “That’s my man. I knew you would be able to handle this. Thank you, baby. Now, fill me up. Fill me with your love.”
Not long after, he did.
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As was her habit, Cookie rose with the sun. She was a firm believer in getting up early, getting some shit done, and then taking a nap. It made staying up later much easier. She showered and walked out into the kitchen to start the coffee, with her hair wrapped in a towel. She was surprised to find Tim at the sink, hand washing last night’s glasses, with the coffee pot already filling. She was pleased to find him naked.
“Starting to feel more comfortable?” she asked. Tim started when she spoke. She held up her hand, “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. I was off in dreamland somewhere.”
She stepped up to the counter and grabbed two coffee cups. “That’s not a bad place to be.” Tim kept his eyes on his work. As she poured coffee into both, she spoke in a low voice. “I know you saw us last night.”
He held his breath as she continued. “The alarm system wasn’t armed but it still logs when the outdoor motion sensors go off. You watched us for ten minutes, naughty boy.”
He turned to her; his hands twisted into the dishtowel. “I’m sorry,” his eyes fell on her impressive tits and his mouth went dry. “I couldn’t help it.”
Cookie stepped in close and caressed his face. “How nice. So has Kayla told you how things are in this house?”
Tim straightened and set the towel down. “Only to say that she’s been with you both and that she’s okay with whatever happens between us.”
Cookie smiled sweetly. “Well, that is an important part of it, but let me complete your education about the Robinson family home, hmm?”
Tim nodded.
“We have sex whenever we want, wherever we want, with whomever we want, in this house,” she smiled coyly and added. “And perhaps in the hot tub out back.”
His mouth fell open a bit. “You mean like … free use?”
Her mouth twisted. “Well sort of, but no, not really. Free use implies either a lack of consent or complete consent. Here, we ask politely and go from there.”
She looked up into his eyes seductively and pulled the towel from her head. Her damp curls fell enticingly about her shoulders. “So, I could walk up to you and ask, can I stroke your cock? If you weren’t in the mood, you could say, no thank you. If you did want me to stroke your cock, you’d say pretty please.”
The turn of phrase puzzled Tim. “Pretty please?”
Cookie smiled and reached out and gently touched his cock which was already marvelously hard. Tim flinched. “See, you get it.”
She caught his eye again. “Now if you wanted to touch my big, beautiful tits. You could ask …?”
Tim inhaled sharply, awestruck, and whispered. “Cookie, can I touch your big, beautiful tits?”
She smiled and released his cock to take both of his hands. As she lifted them to her enormous globes she whispered, “Pretty please.”
Tim felt his hands sink into her wonderful soft tits. Her areolas were as big around as his coffee cup. Her nipples were big and hard. “Oh my.” Tim breathed.
“Mmm, yes, Kayla told us you were a boob man. So nice to know her wonderful tits will be appreciated.”
Tim slid his hands all over her prodigious mounds, rolling her nipples gently between his finger and thumb. Her skin was soft and smooth with no tan lines.
She caressed his face again and got his attention. “Also, it goes without saying that consent can be withdrawn at any time.”
Tim nodded.
“Now if say, you wanted to fill my hot pussy with that big hard dick right there, you could ask …”
Tim’s mouth gaped. “Cookie …”
She didn’t let him finish, “I would answer … maybe later … Gator.” She leaned in and gave him a quick peck on his lips. She stepped back and turned to the counter and poured a third cup of coffee. She gave him a sexy smile. “Later, Gator.” Then she turned and walked back down the hallway towards the master bedroom, shaking her big ass delightfully at him. He just stood there with his mouth open.
Perhaps twenty seconds later, he heard Kayla giggle at the entrance to the kitchen. He turned and found her staring at his hard cock.
“It seems my mother has already been here,” she said, smiling.
Tim exhaled forcefully. “You got that right.”
She stepped to the counter and lifted his coffee cup. Bringing it to her lips she let her eyes fall back to her fiancé’s engorged cock. Pre-cum was leaking copiously. “She’s left you in quite a state.”
Tim looked down at his cock and nodded.
She slurped some more coffee. “Would you like me to see to that?”
Kayla could see the need in his eyes as he replied. “Pretty please.”
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Tim was able to make it through breakfast without embarrassing himself. After being stroked off in the kitchen, Kayla had been true to her word and took him back to their room and gave him a righteous fuck.
“So, what do you kids have planned for today?” Cookie said over the breakfast table. The morning sun shone through the east windows filling the kitchen with light. The windows though, were mirror tinted, preventing anyone from seeing in from the street.
Kayla smiled at Tim. “I thought I’d take Tim out on Daddy’s surfboard and see if all those years turning backflips with his mom’s team will translate into getting up on a surfboard. Is that okay Dad?”
Mark smiled. “Sure babe. She’s waxed and ready to go. Have a blast. Watch out for the spinners.”
“You bet,” she said with a smile.
Tim swallowed a mouthful. “Spinners?”
Kayla looked at him calmly. “Spinner sharks. Not very big. They sometimes leap out of the water chasing fish. Surfers occasionally get nipped.”
Tim raised an eyebrow. He’d grown up swimming in the Gulf of Mexico south of Tampa Bay and was familiar with the sharks of the area. Spinner sharks were a new one for him.
She looked at him earnestly. “Honestly, they’re nothing to worry about. They usually come in schools so if you see a school of sharks just lift your feet out of the water.”
Tim laughed. “You can bet I will.”
Everyone laughed.
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Tim was happy to finally throw on a pair of swim trunks and head out to the beach. Wearing clothes felt comforting. Tim spent the morning learning to get up on a surfboard with Kayla’s tutelage. Kayla popped up on her first wave and rode it all the way to the sand. Tim thought, “How hard can it be? I can do all sorts of stuff that requires balance and coordination.”
As it turned out, it was quite hard. By lunchtime, he’d only managed to get up on one knee a few times and was seriously wiped out.
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