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 Bringing Up Daughters Part II

   By LuvsItWet

   Copyright @ 2009

   Chapter 14

   In our twice weekly calls, Sandy was always complaining of horniness. 
She had been used to getting sex several times a week with several
different people.  Mostly black men.  Staying with her grieving mother had
really been confining for her.  No chance to even go out on the town and
get laid.

   "I think it would be a good idea for mom to come home with me for
Christmas again this year."

   Sandy's mom had spent Christmas with us the previous year and stayed on
to help when Sammy was born.  That year had just flown by.  It was the
second week in December and we needed to make plans or we would spend
another lonely holiday apart.

   "Mom's settling down and it would be good for her to get away.  I don't
think she can take much more sympathy."

   "And honey, I'm not horny anymore." Sandy said cryptically.

   "How?  Who?" Sandy had met someone.

   "I'll tell you when I get home." Was all she would reveal over the
phone.

   Sandy had tickets on TWA for her and her mom by the next morning.  Pammy
and Tammy were walking on air.  They were sick and tired of tuna and
macaroni caseroles.  Three times a week.

   I finally met the mysterious Will.  The hubby of the gal next door.  We
hit it off right away.  We actually knew several people in common and both
liked to drink a beer or five together after work.

   Carol asked me not to say anything about all the goings on that had been
going on while he was deployed.  She wanted to break the news to him gently
that she had developed an intense lust for outside cock.  Devon was laying
low for the time being.  Couldn't blame him.

   A couple of days after meeting her black husband, Carol slipped through
the gardenia bushes while he was taking a nap.  She had fucked him and he
had fallen asleep.

   "Eat me Tim, please eat me.  I didn't fucking cum yet." Carol said as
she hiked her muumuu up around her waist and plopped her butt down on one
of our kitchen chairs.  Spreading her legs.  Her black bush was wet and
messy.

   It was Saturday afternoon and I had sent the girls off earlier to the
park with Greg at Carol's request so she and Will could have some together
time.  Fuck and nap was more like it.

   Not being one to pass up eating a used pussy, I was Johny-on-the-spot. I
went to my knees like I had been hit behind the ear.

   It didn't take much.  Her old man had Carol pretty wound up.  She was
only one black cunt hair from going into convulsions.  And she did.  I was
afraid the bleached blond was going to wake up the resting hubby and I
would die with my face in her crotch.  The way she had me locked into place
between her thighs, there wouldn't have been much chance for escape.

   We were sitting innocently across the table from each other on the lanai
with a pair of Primos sweating between us when Will pushed through the
gardenias.  Carol had just finished telling me that she was afraid her days
of wild sex with strange men was over forever.  Will had not been receptive
to the idea of Carol spreading her pussy around to some of the local black
guys.  To say nothing of the white guy next door.

   My only words of wisdom for her was to wait until Sandy got back.  I
thought maybe Will might be a lot more understanding of extra-marital hanky
panky if my little redhead threw some leg on him.  Sauce for the goose,
sauce for the gander sort of thing.

   Carol tentatively asked me if maybe Pammy would fill in until Sandy
could take over.  I nixed that in a heartbeat and told Carol why.  Pammy's
pussy was in purgetory.  No little squigglies even close to her
reproductive organs until the Pill took over.  That would be sometime after
Christmas.

   Sandy, Sammy and Annie arrived just a few days before the holidays. 
Little sister was with them.  Surprise!  Jill had taken off from school for
the week before and the week after Chistmas vacation to spend her holidays
with us in Hawaii.  Sandy's brother was going to the east coast to visit
his roommates family and Jill would have been left alone.

   The girls and I met them with half a dozen tropical flower leis from the
garden shop on the base.  A real Hawaiian aloha welcome.

   My clunker wouldn't hold all the bags so I had to stash some stuff in a
locker and go back later for a second load.  Santa Claus was going to be
very good that year.  Sandy had been using shopping trips as therapy for
Annie.  I thought maybe she had been over cured.

   My father in law had left Annie very well off financially.  He was
reasonably successful in his construction business and had been well
insured.  Money would never be an issue for mom.

   Annie had lost weight since the funeral.  She had always been
attractive, now she was a knock-out.  Her red hair was a couple of shades
darker than my Sandy's and I suspected she might be rinsing a touch of grey
out of mind.  Annie dressed in black like any self respecting widow but
seemed to be pulling herself together.  There was still some rough road
ahead but Sandy was in charge and things were looking up.

   And the quality of the food in our kitchen was vastly improved.  Mom was
a gourmet cook compared to the efforts of Pammy, Tammy and me.  I had lost
weight since the funeral too, but it wasn't from inconsoleable grief.

   "All right, spill it." Sandy and I had finally got our first privacy the
night she got home and we were all settled down for the night.  Carol, Will
and Greg had been over for dinner.  It was a zoo.

   "Spill what." Sandy looked at me with that over the shoulder, heavy
lidded look that I had missed so much.  The little tease was at work.

   "You know what, you little bitch." I said as I tackled her into our bed
and slapped a heavy lip lock on her.  Sexy kisses are nearly impossible
when the kissee is in a fit of giggles.

   "I want to know who de-horny-ed you.  And I want to know right fucking
now."

   "Promise you won't get mad?" Sandy whispered as she snuggled down under
the covers and took my semi-softy in her hand and gave it a couple gentle
strokes.  How do you get mad at a hot little honey giving you a hand job?

   Sandy pulled me in tight and pressed her lips to my ear.  A little wet
tongue.  A puff of hot air sealed the deal.

   "I fucked my mom."

   A lot of the kinky things my sweetheart had delved into in the previous
three or four years had surprised me.  Some had even shocked me.  That
newest revelation took my breath away.  All I could do was hold her close
and look at the bedroom wall.

   "Why the hell did you do that?" I didn't mean to sound angry but I think
I did.

   "Honey, it just happened.  Please don't be mad."

   "I think you had better tell me all about it."

   Sandy had stayed on the mainland for the sole purpose of helping her
mother through her grief after her father's funeral.  They had done
everything together and one day about three weeks into her stay, Sandy and
Annie had a nice dinner out after shopping all afternoon.  There had been a
bottle of wine, maybe two.  Annie was starting to adjust to widowhood and
having a close friend like Sandy had helped immensely.

   The two women had been slightly tipsy when they returned home.  Jill,
Sandy's younger sister, had taken the baby with her to a sleep over with a
friend.  A compromise to get her to babysit on a night she had other plans.

   Sandy and Annie had opened another bottle of wine and got comfortable on
the couch.  Their conversation had eventually turned to sex as the hour was
late and level of wine in the bottle was getting lower.  Annie started
asking intimate questions about the lifestyle of her oldest daughter and
her little family.  Sandy was loosened up enough that she probably said
more than she should have.

   Sandy told her mother about meeting the big Marine and how he had given
her so much pleasure.  She didn't go into any great detail and steered
clear of any mention of the girls involvement.  The club was a subject left
competely untouched.  That her lover was black also remained unsaid.  No
need to ask for trouble.

   Annie was quiet for awhile then confessed that her recently departed
husband hadn't been keeping up on his homework for several years.  Annie
wasn't sure but thought he might have found a younger woman.  She had kept
the peace and her silence for the sake of the family.  But she missed the
wild kind of sex that her oldest daughter had been indulging in.

   Sandy was cuddled up to her mother while they were talking and being
horny herself, had started tracing one of Annie's nipples through the thin
nightie.  It hardened, which further incited my slutty little gremlin.  She
kissed it, then blew hot air on it.  Annie's quick intake of breath and
failure to pull away gave Sandy the permission she needed.

   "Mom, have you ever done anything with another girl?" Sandy asked her
mother.

   "No, never." Annie's eyes were heavy lidded.

   "Ever think about it?" Sandy took the nipple between her teeth and bit
down gently.

   "Mmm hmm.  Sometimes.  When I'm really lonely." Annie's hand had come up
to pet Sandy's face and run lovingly through her hair.  No resistance
showing yet.

   "Are you lonely now?" Sandy's free hand had rested on her mother's knee.
She slipped it up under the thin nylon hem.

   "No, baby.  You're with me.  And I like it."

   Sandy pulled Annie's thigh toward her and felt more than heard her
mother sigh.  Annie gave in easily to her need.  Sandy didn't hesitate to
jump into the breech.  He fingers found wirey pubic hair, damp with
arousal. And swollen labia spread in invitation.

   That first time had been quick.  Sandy was surprised at how hungry for
intimate attention her mother had been.  She had curled two fingers deep up
into Annie and stroked her clit for less than a minute when she was nearly
thrown off the couch by the violence of the resulting orgasm.

   Annie's second climax five minutes later wasn't any milder.  By the
third, Sandy had initiated deep kissing and was openly fondling her
mother's breasts.

   In her mother's bed later, Sandy had shown Annie how nice a tongue could
be.  And carefully coached Annie through her first overt act of lesbianism.
Both women had slept well that night.

   "I want to introduce mom to Tony.  Think he'd like an older woman?''
Sandy asked me after we'd had our re-bonding fuck.  We were just lying
cuddled, coming down from a pair of great cums.

   "Baby, I think Tony would like any woman that was still warm.  I've had
to be creative to keep him away from Pammy until her new birth control
pills work.  He has been driving Rhonda nuts."

   "She loves it, that slut."

   "Meeooww."

   "Well, I bet mom can fuck just as good as she can."

   "I'm off tomorrow.  Why don't I take Jill and the girls for a long drive
around the island while you and mom slip up to Tony's?  Borrow Carol's car.
You can say you're going shopping."

   "I better check with Tony to make sure he'll be home."

   "Well, if he isn't, you could always go shopping." I got an elbow in the
ribs for that wise crack.

   I enjoyed getting reacquanted with Jill.  She had grown up since Sandy
and I were married.  She'd only been three or four at the time and now had
become an attractive young woman.  Pammy and Tammy doted on her.  She was
their idol.

   I dawdled as much as I could to give Sandy time to get her mother laid.
I knew damn well that Tony would jump at the chance to bed a woman as
attractive as Annie.  I was looking forward to the time I might get lucky
with her.  I wanted to make sure that they were home ahead of us.  We
stopped at every sight I could think of along the way.  It was dark by the
time we got back and Carol's car was in their driveway.

   The house was empty so I grabbed a cold one and blasted through the
gardenias to see if the neighbors knew anything about Sandy's where abouts.
I thought maybe the whole thing had fallen through and that they hadn't
went up to Tony's place afterall.  Sandy was with Carol and Will on their
lanai having rum and cokes.

   "Where's mom?" Wondering what Sandy had gotten us into now.

   "She's lying down.  Said she needed to get off her feet for a few
minutes.  I think she may have fallen asleep."

   "Shop 'til you drop, huh"

   "Something like that.  We only got home about twenty minutes ago." Sandy
said with a smile.  Looking up at me through her lashes.

   I let it drop and had a few words about the weather or sport or work
with Will and we slipped back through the gardenias.

   "Thanks for the car and the drink." Sandy shot back over her shoulder.

   "Any fucking time." Carol replied with her usual ladylike vocabulary.

   "Later." My little redhead whispered to me as we approached our sliding
glass door.

   Later turned out to be when we finally got everyone tucked in.  Sandy
spent some extra time with both Pammy and Tammy.  She bathed them and
helped them relax before going to sleep.  I was concerned that the moans
coming from the girl's bedroom might be detected above the TV that I kept
turned up a little too loud but Annie was oblivious and Jill was engrossed
in some sitcom.

   Sandy had roused her mother for a late supper of leftovers she put
together from the coming-home feast we'd been treated to the previous
night. I don't think Jill or the girls payed much attention but I sure did.
The high collar of the silk bathrobe Annie wore did nothing to hide the
huge purplish love bite high on her neck.  She tried to pull her hair
around to hide it but it didn't work.  She looked guiltily at me and I just
smiled.  She knew I knew.

   "Jesus H.  Christ!  You should have been there." Sandy said when we
finally had the time and privacy for her to tell me about the day's events.
"That woman is a fucking animal."

   Sandy hadn't told Annie what was on the days agenda until they pulled
into Tony's driveway just after nine that morning.  She told her then that
there was someone she wanted her to meet.

   Tony was the always-gracious host and didn't respond to the surprise in
the older woman's eyes when she first met the rugged black Marine.  Sandy's
mom stiffled a girlish giggle when the big man hugged her warmly and told
her that she must have had Sandy when she was just a little girl herself.

   An hour and two Kaluha and coffees later, the three of them were like
old friends.  By noon Annie was on her back, legs in the air, screaming
through her fouth orgasm as Tony shot his second load of spunk into the
young widow.  She had broken two nails and her wet hair was plastered to
the sides of her face.

   By the time Sandy had been able to drag Annie away from Tony's, her
mother was in love.  It wasn't until they were about halfway home, near
sunset in the cane fields, that Annie finally shut up about how good the
sex was.  She said she had never had it so big, so long, so hard, so black,
or so good in her life.  She had wanted to stay with Tony.  Forever.

   They were pulling into Carol's driveway when Annie quietly said.  "You
know Sandy, I haven't needed birth control for years with your father.  And
we didn't use any with Tony today.  I might very well be pregnant from what
we just did."

   To be continued...  If you like the story, drop me a line. 
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