Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 14 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom.  It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: MF voy oral exhib FF mast

Chapter 14

        Tuesday didn't start any better for the Cantrells; Jean got up and
went off early, and Heather got a ride from Amy -- and from what I could
see, they avoided each other.  Michael wandered over around ten -- and went
back for a while to clean house after a short grilling by me.  He was back
by eleven-thirty, though, playing video games in the basement with Pete.

        Kate and Karen cleaned the house; at the current rate, I was going
to have to let go of the maid.  Sending her next door was an option, but
probably not a viable one.  Afterwards, Kate went out to tan -- and
dispensed with her suit, I was to discover later.

        My contractor showed up and we discussed subdividing the basement
for Pete.  I banished Karen to the master suite for the initial tour, but
when we sat down to draw plans at the kitchen table, I needed a hostess.
"Karen!"

        "Master?"  Karen stuck her head around the door.  Mike Rafferty
glanced up at the odd response, but she wasn't on display -- yet.

        "Bring coffee," I directed.  She questioned me with her eyes and I
nodded, so she came on into the kitchen, sweeping past to go to the cupboard
and the coffee pot.

        Mike missed it; he was drawing on a sheet of quadrille paper.  When
she stood beside him, place his cup, and asked, brightly, "Sugar?  Cream?"
his first flickering glance took in her furburger.

        "Jeezus!"  Mike did a double-take, then rolled his eyes up to take
in the rest of Karen.  Now, Karen is plump, but that doesn't mean she's a
dumper, big ass or no big ass.  I'd give her a six or a seven, anyway -- and
she's CLEARLY fuckable for most guys on first glance!  "Things have changed
some around here!"

        "You could say that," I agreed.  "I spend a lot of time asshole deep
in teenyboppers these days, for one thing."  I pretended to be totally blasé
about Karen.

        "Uh... huh..."  Mike was busy mapping Karen's big tits with his
eyeballs.  I don't think he really heard me.

        "Just bring them to the table," I told Karen.  "Mike may want you to
stir his coffee, though -- I'm thinking he's a tit man."

        Karen collected the sugar bowl from the cupboard and the half and
half from the refrigerator.  "Sorry, it comes from a box," she apologized,
playing with him.

        Mike didn't know WHAT to say!  He looked from her to me and back.
"What's going on?"

        "I've taken on a Chinese obligation," I told him.  "I figured I
might as well enjoy it, so..."  I waved at Karen's state.

        "What is she?  You getting married or something?" Mike asked me.
Then, belatedly realizing that he was talking about Karen as if she wasn't
there, he turned to her, "What are you?  What's all this?"

        Karen glanced at me; I waved at her and sat back to see how far she
would go.  She recognized the test.  "I'm property.  Cletus owns me."

        "What?"  Mike's head swiveled between her and me.  "Are there any
more of you on the market?"

        Karen dimpled, but I warned him, "Be careful!  She's high-
maintenance!"

        "Looks like you're saving a bundle on clothes!" Mike observed.

        "Yeah, but I'm having my house remodeled..."

        Mike snorted.  "Seriously -- what's up?"

        "Karen has unique needs," I told him.  "I offered to help her with
them and help her family, in return for... personal service.  That kind of
thing is actually part of handling her needs."

        "So she waits on you hand and foot?" Mike asked.  "Why can't I find
a woman like that?"

        I chuckled.  "It isn't all hearts and flowers."

        "It never is!"

        "I nodded agreement.  "You married, Mike?"

        "Not this week," he replied.  "The cost of alimony being what it is,
I won't be again, unless I can find a woman who will support me."  He eyed
Karen.  "Given what I'm seeing, maybe that IS possible..."

        "Well, having failed at marriage on multiple occasions, I just can't
recommend it," I replied, "but there ARE alternatives.  How long since
you've been laid?"

        "Long enough," Mike replied.  "Couple of weeks."  His eyes shifted
back to Karen.

        "Want any?" I asked.

        Mike was incredulous.  "You shitting me?"

        I looked at Karen; she answered, "No -- he isn't."  She knelt and
went to work on Mike's zipper.  Mike eyed me, open-mouthed.

        "Consider it a fringe benefit of the job.  We'll keep it under the
table."  I chuckled at the joke; Mike was too busy being surprised.  Karen
got his jeans and boxers down and sucked in his uncut joint.  "You aren't
gonna give her anything, are you?  Are you clean?"

        "Yeah, I'm good," Mike gasped.

        "Well, more than that, you use a rubber, anyway, just in case," I
told him.  "Karen, give the man anything he wants.  Rubbers are in the
nightstand if you need them."  I sat nonchalantly sipping coffee while Mike
sat frozen, trying to figure out what to do with his hands while Karen
bobbed and slurped on his meat.  I watched her run her tongue under his
foreskin -- and I watched his cock grow past it while he gasped and thrashed
in his chair.  He was a goner in less than ninety seconds; Karen sucked in
his juice and showed him a mouthful of it before swallowing.

        Mike was more than impressed.  "Jeezus!" he gasped, shifting his
glance from her to me and back.  Settling on me, he said, "I had no idea
that you were into this kind of thing..."

        "What kind of thing?" I asked.

        "Well, I dunno.  Must be blackmail...  What have you got on her that
she does this kind of thing?"

        I was a little nonplussed.  I turned a bemused glance on Karen, and
she ventured, "Nothing like that -- Cletus just... understands me.  He sees
to my needs."

        Mike absorbed this.  "What does she need?  Drugs?"

        I shook my head, chuckling.  "Well, maybe.  Adrenaline, certain
pheromones, some endorphins -- nothing illegal or anything.  As a matter of
fact, I don't actually SUPPLY her with any of that -- I just kind of give
her access to her own supply."

        "I'm lost," Mike grunted.

        "She's a sex junkie, Mike," I explained.  "She gets high on sex and
excitement.  Oh, and she's a submissive -- which means she gets off on
putting her life in someone else's hands."

        "Shit, where do I get one of those?" Mike erupted.

        "It isn't as easy as it sounds," I told him.  "You have to spend a
certain amount of your time looking for new ways to make her happy.  Things
tend to escalate."

        "Uh huh."  Mike didn't believe a word.

        "Well, whatever," I muttered.  "About the basement -- do you think
we can put a bathroom down there?"

        "Huh?"  Mike changed up -- which took a moment.  "You would have to
pump up to the sewer -- it would cost a bit, but there are ways."  He
flicked a glance at Karen, expecting her to disappear in a puff of smoke or
something.  I snapped my fingers and she came around the table to kneel
beside me on my right -- which I discovered was mildly inconvenient, so I
had her move to my left so I could maul a tit while pointing at Mike's
drawings.  Poor Mike was seriously distracted.

        "What about an addition?  Any shot?" I asked.

        "Where?"

        "Dunno.  A bump out going out back for a bedroom -- or maybe go up?"

        "Shit, I dunno.  Let's take a look..."  Mike got up and threw open
the slider.  I followed him through -- and ran into him as he stopped dead
in his tracks.  "HO LEE SHIT!"

        I peered around him; Kate was laid out on a lounger in the sun, tits
up, without a stitch on.  She didn't move, despite Mike's eruption.
"Karen!" I called, "Check your daughter -- she's asleep out here and I bet
if we don't do something she's gonna have sunburned nipples!"

        Karen whipped around me and shook Kate.  "Honey, are you wearing
sunblock?"

        "Huh?  No..."  Kate looked around and spied Mike.  "Oops!"  She
covered her tits.

        "Too late, Hon," I chuckled.

        "Jeezus, Cletus!" Mike husked.  "I can't send a team out to work
here -- they'd never do a fucking thing except sit and ogle!"

        "We'll work out something," I assured him.  "What do you think?"

        Mike glanced around.  "Nah.  A surface addition would have to come
off the garage -- which would be fucked up.  Otherwise, it would screw up
the deck or the pool -- or both."  He walked out a bit.  "Maybe we could
jack up the roof and stick a second floor under some or all of it.  It would
be a nasty fucking job and it would cost an arm and both legs -- easier to
buy a new place."

        "I like this one, so I guess we'll go with what we've got," I
hazarded.

        "Maybe the front?" Mike wondered.  We walked around the Cantrell
side, around my garage to the front.  Mike eyeballed it.  "Nah.  Not on this
lot.  Oh, maybe, if you forced it, down there at the end, but it would make
the front of the place ugly."

        "Okay, we'll stick to underground."  We went back inside via the
front door.

        "You know, you've got an office and a TV room -- those are bedrooms,
most places," Mike observed.

        "Yeah..."  I didn't have to like it.

        Mike eyeballed the living room.  "Use this for much?"

        "No."

        He stuck his head around the wall and looked at the TV room.
"Pretty good sized..."

        "What are you thinking?"

        "Gimme a sec."  He sauntered down the hall and stuck his nose in my
office.  "Uh huh.  If I took closet space out of here and stole five feet
from the TV room and five feet from the living room, I could squeeze in a
bedroom."

        I frowned.  "What about load-bearing walls?"

        "They're in the hallway."

        Serious business?"  I started scoping where the open wall of the
living room would be moved to.  The area was open to the kitchen/dining area
already...

        "Sure.  It would sort of formalize the dining area.  We could put in
an open door facing to sort of define it where the new living room wall goes
through -- right now, it's just open.  That would shift the TV room several
feet, but it's fifteen feet long and you've just got a couch and a couple of
chairs in there...  Do you use the closet in that office?"

        "Well, to stash junk," I admitted.

        "If we open it onto the other side you could keep some if you
wanted," Mike opined.  "The resulting room wouldn't be huge, but it would
meet HUD and FHA definitions of a bedroom..."

        "What about windows?" I asked.

        "Yeah...  Let's go back out front."  Mike scooped up his quadrille
pad.

        Ten minutes later, we had a front elevation designed with the
windows shifted.  The TV room lost it's window, but having one just meant
you had to put in heavy drapes to keep sunlight from blasting the TV.  We
decided to do the living room wall that was shared with the TV room on a
slant that opened it up to the dining area and use the far side of the
restriction to reposition the entertainment center and focus it from the
wider seating area.  That bought us another foot or two of what would have
been dead space -- and even a small coat closet in the living room next to
the door where the sharp corner would have wasted space in the TV room.
"I'll get the architect in," Mike advised me as he got ready to leave, "But
I think this will work."

        "Price?" I asked.

        "Downstairs, five thousand, including all the bath bullshit.
Upstairs...  Fifteen to twenty.  Depends upon how much we'll just have to
rip out."

        "How long?"

        "A week of days downstairs, what with permits and plumbers and
electricians and shit," Mike estimated.  "Might take ten days to make the
schedule work.  Upstairs there isn't a bath involved, so another week --
maybe less.  But it'll be dirty and ugly and you won't want to be here."

        "We'll save the upstairs until the temps come down," I opined.
"Move on the basement soonest."

        "Okay."  Mike glanced around.  "About the women..."

        "If they get in the way, fuck 'em," I replied, grinning.
"Literally."

        Mike grinned back.  "I'm gonna spend a lot of time supervising."

        "Don't bill me for it!"

        "Doesn't seem like I'll have to!"  He got in his pickup and left.

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        As I turned to head back inside, I noticed my other neighbor, Ed
Grover, bearing down on me.  "Uh, Cletus, can I have a word with you?"

        I shrugged.  "Sure."

        "Look, uh, we've noticed that things have gotten a little wild and
wooly at your place..." he said, diffidently.

        "Oh?"  I flicked a glance at Ed's house and didn't see anything, but
Ed wasn't the nosy one.  "Like what?"

        "Well, you having sex outdoors..."

        "You're just jealous," I grinned.  "If you want a piece, why don't
you ask, rather than pretending you don't like to look at it?"

        "What?  Cletus -- I'm married!"  Ed got distinctly nervous.

        "That's not always a problem," I replied blandly.  "You can just
fail to mention it to the little woman -- or you can get permission, or at
least forgiveness -- or sometimes, the little woman wants to play, too..."

        That flushed Cindy, confirming my suspicions.  She stuck her head
out of the window and said, "Forget it, Edwin -- if he's going to be
insulting, we'll just go to the police."

        Now, I was pretty certain that Cynthia Grover was the queen over at
her house, and Ed was just the prince consort -- that's why I suspected that
he had puppet strings hanging off of him when he came up to me.  But Cindy
Grover wasn't queen in MY house, and some people need to be confronted
directly.  Ed might be a steer, but I am a bull -- and Cindy is just a
heifer...  "You do that, Cindy.  When they come by we'll talk about how it
is you can practice voyeurism over my privacy fence -- and how that makes me
liable for activities that happen on my private property behind it."

        Cindy jerked as if slapped.  There was a woman naked in your front
yard yesterday!  That's pretty public!"

        "She probably felt she had to upstage you running around in those
translucent housedresses you wear when you're out walking Scooter," I
replied blandly.  Scooter is the Grover's pet beagle.

        "Wh--what?  They're not translucent!" Cindy gasped.

        "No?" I retorted, "How come I know you wear thongs, then?"  I turned
to Ed.  "Lucky you!  I figured she was a sex kitten the first time I saw
that ankle bracelet she wears..."  I was teasing the shit out of him; I
figure Ed didn't get shit -- and if he did, he paid in advance by slurping
at Cindy's box until she was taken care of.  But you have to HAVE a pussy
and USE it to pussy-whip somebody, I guess...

        Cindy was sputtering, trying to decide whether to deny wearing
thongs or not, so I kept poking, chiding, "Come on, you're just jealous.
You know, you can just compete directly -- you've got a nice rack."  She
stood there, gobbling, trying to decide whether to be pleased or insulted.
"I'm not a member of your harem!" she ventured.

        "Harem?"  I scratched my head and pretended not to understand.  "I
let the neighbor kids swim in the pool, which gets me a lot of young girls
-- but they're too young to do much more than look at.  Of course, I also
invite their mothers..."

        "...And have sex with them!" Cindy burst out.  "And have them run
around naked!"

        "I'm a naturist, Cindy.  If you come to my house and you hang out
long enough, you'll be obligated to dress like I do.  As for sex, it happens
- I'm sure it does at your house, too -- but there isn't any magical link
between nudity and sex," I insisted.

        "Surely, if everyone is running around naked..." Cindy blustered.

        "It's all in what is considered normal," I told her.  "If you see
people naked every day, it's not something to get wildly excited about.  If
you're taught that the body is this nasty thing you have to cover up all the
time, then seeing it takes on a taste of the forbidden.  Now, certainly, hot
is hot - are you hot?" I leered.

        "Mister Putnam!"  Cindy colored, but she was pleased.

        "You should come over and swim sometime - then you won't be as
concerned about what's going on," I challenged.  "I have clear rules for use
of the pool on signage - and I make the kids' parents sign a release that
spells out everything that might go on.  It's all open and above board."

        "I don't know..."

        "What?" I challenged.  "Are you afraid I'll see you in a bikini?  Or
less?"

        "Well..."

        "Do you know what has suddenly made my house a Mecca?" I asked.
"The pool - and the fact that I have central air conditioning."

        THAT hit Cindy between the eyes.  "Air conditioning...  I haven't
been comfortable anywhere outside a grocery store in weeks!"

        "Well, come by later and we'll play pinochle or something," I
invited, then grinned.  "Strip poker, maybe."

        "Mister Putnam!"

        "Sorry!  I couldn't resist!"  I waved, chuckling, and headed back
inside, throwing, "You might have to decide what you're willing to do to get
cool..." over my shoulder.

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        Inside, I informed Karen, "Stage some kind of light robe by the
front door - we may have to fart around with the neighbor lady.  If she
comes by, use my name when speaking to me and pretend that we have a normal
relationship.  If she gets to be a problem, the general plan will be to
seduce her and get the goods on her so we can neutralize the threat.
Understood?"

        "Yes, Master."  Karen grinned in anticipation.

        "She might like girls - who knows?  She wears the pants over at her
house.  The optimum thing would be to catch her with an underage dick in her
or her tongue in an underage twat.  If she seems at all vulnerable, we'll
take advantage of it," I added.  Karen nodded and went to collect something
to hang on a coat hook by the door.

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        Heather threw gasoline on the fire when she got home; Amy was with
her and they both trooped over from Cantrell's back door to the pool deck
wearing nothing but a towel - not even strategically draped, just over the
shoulder.  Since Kate had gone back to tanning, I now had three teenage
females running around outside naked.  There wasn't a doubt in my mind that
this was an act of rebellion; problem was, it wasn't smart to let it go too
far.  That left me in the unenviable position of having to attempt to apply
the brakes...  "Um, Heather?"

        "Cletus?"  Heather looked up from her pose in a lounger.

        "Look, Hon, I know you're pissed at your mom -- and I know I was
instrumental in that -- but going to extremes isn't smart."

        "I'm just tanning," she replied, all innocence.

        "Yeah, I know - and that's all fine.  I'm just saying don't prove
your mom right by going overboard."

        "Yeah, yeah - I get it.  It'll be fine."  She waved it off.  Knowing
I wasn't going to get any further and could actually damage my case, I
withdrew - passing a quick warning glance at Amy in the process.  She didn't
look particularly cowed.

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        Jean got home at five-thirty - and she and Karen did some kind of
hand-off, which was unexpected, to say the least.  Jean served dinner just
after Karen hit the door, headed for work; I had a full load of Cantrells,
Moffats, and, of course, Amy.  After dinner, Jean headed over to her place
to do some maintenance work and the girls saw to it that the dishwasher got
loaded and kicked off and I was a happy guy.

        At eight o'clock or so, I was lounging in the pool and looked up to
see Jean coming across the yard, emulating just about every other female to
do so in the past twelve hours by limiting herself to a towel.

        "So, surrender?" I inquired.

        "Shut up, Cletus," Jean replied - but she swam over to me.  Heather
was on the deck, talking to Amy, and Kate was in the pool.  Pete and Michael
were messing around at the far end.  "I've got nothing to gain and
everything to lose by being balky," Jean announced, "but can we wait to have
sex until later?"

        "Sure, I guess," I replied, shrugging.  "Pool water sucks as a
lubricant."  I glanced over to where Heather was and caught her watching -
and she didn't look away.  "I don't know how you're going to fix this," I
told Jean, "Heather is going to act up for a while no matter WHAT you do."

        "She already knows she's right and I'm a hypocrite," Jean sighed.
"Nothing is going to fix that.  You've got me coming and going - so I might
as well enjoy it."

        "True enough," I agreed.

        "Why don't you wrap your arms around me or something, then?" she
asked, more or less taking me aback.  "Let's make the whole thing worth it."
That began a VERY pleasant little exploratory interlude; I got to take my
time going over Jean inch by inch with my hands - not so much sex as mapping
my territory, perhaps.  She did the same with me, and seemed pleased with
the results, oddly enough.  After that I hauled her out and led her
downstairs to the sauna.

        Given the temperatures outside, that might seem to be an odd choice
- but dry heat is different; you get this lizard on a hot rock thing going
as it permeates you.  I like the smell of the wood, too.  Jean didn't
complain, so we went from pool wet to dry to slick with sweat while making
out like teenagers; I was pleased to death!

        When things got unbearable, it was shower time; I dragged her into
mine with me.  There was a little horseplay, but if we'd wanted to fuck wet,
we'd have done it in the pool.  We were ready, though, so I took Jean to
bed.  After a few minutes' foreplay to capitalize on earlier efforts, we did
plain old missionary sex - calm and gentle and satisfying.  Jean lit off
twice before I did, going from relaxation to tearing urgency and back in a
cycle; once I'd finished trying to pump her full of white foam, I rolled off
her and pulled her in for a cuddle.

        Heather was waiting to twist the knife.  "Cletus, can the rest of us
hang out here tonight?" she asked, eyeing her mother with a look full of
vindictive vindication.

        "Of course, Hon.  The usual drill, I guess - Michael can hang with
Pete downstairs and you can bunk in with Kate if she doesn't mind," I
replied, holding Jean against me to keep her from overreacting.  Jean caught
on and relaxed.

        "What about Amy?"

        "Oh.  Use the TV room, then, if you want.  Let the boys know so they
can plan around it if they have to.  Kate knows where the air mattresses
are."

        "Thanks, Cletus!" Amy said sweetly, sticking her head around past
Heather and giving me a cat with a mouthful of canary feathers look.
Somebody was going to get her twat licked, minimum...

        Heather wasn't going to leave it alone...  "You know, Mom, if you'd
like to come by..."

        Jean took the hit and stiffened.  I squeezed a breast to get her
attention and whispered, "Careful..."

        Jean settled down and produced a weak smile.  "Thanks, Sweetheart,
but I'm tied up right now.  Maybe later."

        "Well, the door's open," Amy insisted, smiling maliciously.  "Don't
feel like you have to wait in the wings..."  The pair of them waited to see
if Jean was going to make a reply, then drifted off.

        Jean let out a sigh.  "THAT was ugly..."

        "Maybe you should go in and let Amy give you a tongue ride, later -
kind of a bonding thing," I suggested.

        "I don't see how that will help," Jean muttered.

        "Aside from making it REAL hard for them to needle you further?" I
retorted.  "Sure, it's capitulation - but you're doing that, right?"

        "I'll think about it.  What if...?"

        "Heather wants some?" I finished.  "If she presses you, it would
probably be just to hear you squeal.  Take the enlightened approach.  Can
either of you get pregnant?"

        "Well, no..."

        "Then it isn't incest.  At this point, anything you can do to
upstage her gets you breathing room - and any time she gets your goat, she
wins," I advised.

        "Things could go to extremes..."

        "And probably will," I agreed.  "There are probably things we can do
to help defuse the situation - but you have to lie back and remain open-
minded.  Any time you get uptight about something, she wins.  Contrariwise,
any time you do something a little bit out there, it's one less handle she
has on you."

        Jean nodded, pursing her lips.  In the distance, I heard the little
built-in pump for the air mattress kick in.  I reached over and shut off the
light and Jean continued to snuggle until I drifted off.

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        I awoke to a hand on my forearm.  "Master?"  It was Karen, home from
work and squeaky clean from the shower.  "Where do I sleep?"

        My first thought was that tonight was a good night for her to spend
in her kennel - but she'd been a good girl during the day -- and besides, an
idea surfaced.  "I left you a present," I whispered, "But you're going to
have to felch it out of Jean.  Do a good job and I'll fuck you afterward."

        "Cum?  Goody!"  Karen gently pulled back the covers.  I positioned
myself to be able to stop Jean from overreacting.  Jean stirred groggily
when Karen picked up her left leg and slid under it, but she wasn't fully
awake until Karen went into lip-lock with her pussy.

        "Wha--?"  Jean jerked, but I had her.

        "It's okay - it's Karen," I whispered.  "Lie back and enjoy it.  In
fact, feel free to be noisy about it."

        "I was sound asleep!" Jean protested.

        "And you'll be nice and relaxed for your orgasm, won't you?" I
countered.  I scooted up and wedged myself between her and the headboard so
that her face was next to my cock - not a position for her to be able to
blow me, but a good place to and lick my balls while I played with her
nipples.  Jean groaned.  "Grab her head," I directed.  "Move her where you
want.  Get what you want.  Use her - it's what she's there for.  Get happy."
I reached over and turned on the lamp.

        "Why the light?" Jean gasped.

        "I want to watch.  Besides, you never know who else will, too."
Jean stiffened a bit and I reminded her, "You WANT to get seen, remember?
Relax and enjoy.  Don't act - just have fun - and don't worry about making
noise."

        Jean nodded and gasped, "Huh!  There!  Uhhnnh!  Suck!  Suck!  Make
me cum!"  She threw herself into it.

        I rubbed the shit out of her nipples and said, "Don't go overboard
and don't watch the door - just enjoy the ride.  That way, if everybody is
sound asleep, you won't be disappointed."

        "Uhrrgh..."  Jean stuck her nose next to my balls and snorted and
puffed and made some frankly indescribable noises; I watched her dig her
heels into the mattress and arch herself, mashing Karen's face into her twat
while she let out a quiet shriek, "Eeeeeeeee!!!"  Karen started obviously
lapping up an overflow of pussy juice as Jean settled back.  In a minute,
Karen raised her head, smacking her lips, and I ordered, "Go for two."
Karen grinned and went back to work.

        The second pass took longer, as expected.  Jean left her nose in my
crotch, her eyes closed, while she maneuvered Karen with her hands and an
occasional verbal instruction, "Ummm, yes... Lick the lips along the
outside.  That's it.  Not under the hood - it's too intense.  On the top..."

        Amy peered around the door first, grinned from ear to ear, and
padded off.  I expected Heather to show up next, but Kate beat her -
probably because the noise was right next door to her bedroom.  You really
can't mistake the sounds of someone getting off sexually, even though
everybody seems to have their own style.  By the time Jean gasped, "Ogod!
Ogod!!" and arched herself against Karen's slavering mouth, all three teen
girls were watching.  There were snorts and giggles as she collapsed back,
and Heather teased, "Nice cum, Mom!  You can be a real slut when you put
your mind to it!"

        "Thanks?" Jean's response to the backhanded compliment was muted by
exhaustion, but the embarrassment flowed through.

        "Well, thanks for the show..."  Heather waved and wandered off.  Amy
flashed another grin and licked her lips, leering, then followed.  Kate
stood there a moment, flashed a grin, and padded off, too - and didn't turn
at her bedroom door.  No doubt the girls were going to get in a little
exercise...

        "And that helped - how?" Jean murmured.

        "Trust me - it helped - don't you think?" I included Karen.

        Karen wiped her face.  "Yes.  You're going from hung-up to merely
hypocritical.  Parents do the 'Do as I say, not as I do' thing all the time,
so it's not as big of an indictment."

        "I told her she ought to go get a lick from the girls," I informed
Karen.

        "I don't know about that," Karen mused.  "That might be going too
far.  But if she wanted to watch - publicly, sitting right there in the
open, rather than hiding - that might help her.  She could jill off if she
wanted to, too...  It kind of gets you away from the total Peeping Tom
thing..."

        "I don't know..." Jean mused.

        "I could go with you..." Karen offered, glancing at me.  I shrugged
and nodded.

        "Ummm.  Well, we could ask, I guess..."  Jean made to get up, so I
let go of her and the pair of them wandered off.  I got up and took a piss
and wandered down the hallway and stuck my head in the door.  The girls were
in a tangle on the air mattress; Jean and Karen occupied chairs, watching.
Jean had her feet up on the seat and her hands in her crotch, looking a bit
like a grasshopper; Karen had one leg up, doing basically the same thing,
but given the fact that she carried quite a bit more weight, she wasn't as
limber.  I grinned at the whole thing, but didn't hang out; I knew that I
would need a load or two sometime soon, so it wasn't smart to waste it
jerking off.  I headed back to bed.