Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 110
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: mf 1st voy oral

Keywords for full story:  F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc

Chapter 110
Understandings


      Twyla and Mickey had departed around midnight, in Mickey's hired limo.
Now they were standing on Twyla's doorstep, trying to say goodnight.  It
wasn't going very well; neither of them really wanted to finish.  One kiss
led to another...

      Marion Banks looked out her bedroom window, perplexed.  She couldn't
see the pair on the porch, but she COULD see the limo - and the limo driver,
who was getting impatient.  What were they doing?  After all she was with
Mickey, for chrissakes!  Although...  His eyes had certainly popped when
he'd caught Twy in that dress...  Marion sighed.  Mickey was a nice kid -
and Twy was stuck on him.  But Twy could probably forget it...

      Marion Banks was the source of Twyla's plain looks, dirty blonde hair,
and rangy musculature.  She was NOT the source of Twyla's round breasts and
ass, sadly - apparently, those had come from Ed Banks' side of the family.
Marion was flat-chested, and had virtually NO ass; this, added to her other
lacks as far as physical assets were concerned, had made Marion's high
school days a period of constant frustration.  In college, everyone had just
assumed she was a lesbian...  Eventually, in desperation, she had taken to
going to bars.  She'd met Ed late one night when he was casting about,
drunk, for someone - anyone - to go home with at closing time.  Ed was
pleasant, nice looking, and seemed interested in her, in a vague way...

      No one could have been more shocked than Ed was when he discovered
that he'd actually deflowered Marion; worse was that it didn't happen until
the next morning - he'd been too drunk to notice at the time.  That
revelation led to a certainty that he'd done a poor job, which led to a
second bout, which in turn led to the discovery that Marion was a pretty
pleasant sexual partner - which led to dating, which led to marriage, which
led to Twyla...

      Unfortunately, Ed liked drinking and playing the field too much, and
when Twyla was three, he'd moved out.  The divorce was amicable, and Ed
provided Marion with child support - fairly regularly, when he wasn't out of
work or spending too much on his women, which were getting harder and harder
to obtain as he got older.  Marion had had a tough time for a while, but she
worked hard for a janitorial service, and was a model employee.  It meant
that she was seldom home evenings, but the money kept things together, and
she usually had a couple of hours with Twy before she went to work...

      Basically, therefore, Marion had few illusions regarding Twyla's
ability to get and keep a man.  Twy had known Mickey since they were ten or
so, and Mickey was apparently totally bulletproof - so why were they still
fooling around on the porch?


      Downstairs, Twyla drew Mickey into another clinch - but this time, she
waved off the limo.  The driver, all too happy to be released, took off
immediately; when Mickey looked up, he was halfway down the block.  "Hey,
what'd you do that for?" he whined.

      "You don't need him," Twyla replied, "and we're CERTAINLY not done..."
She stuck her key in the lock and held a finger to her lips, "Shhh!  We
don't want to disturb Mother!"  Then, inexplicably, she giggled - which of
course ruined the whole thing.

      "Jeez, Twy!" Mickey hissed in a stage whisper, "Tell ME to be quiet,
then laugh your head off, why don't you!"  Since it was obviously what Twyla
wanted, he followed her inside and closed the door.

      Once inside, Twyla flowed into his arms.  "Help me get out of this
dress," she whispered when they came up for air.  Obediently, Mickey worked
the zipper of the cocktail dress, hoping that Twyla's mother was sound
asleep - he REALLY didn't want to explain how it was that he came to be
standing there holding a cocktail dress, while Twyla peeled her pantyhose
off - which was basically everything she'd been wearing...

      "Twy!" he hissed, "What in the Hell are you doing?  If your mother
finds us, she's never gonna let me see you again!"


      Marion was NOT sound asleep.  She'd heard the limo drive off, but
there was just too much activity downstairs for Twyla to be alone.  All that
whispering and giggling - did she bring Mary home with her?  Marion pitied
Mary Nally while envying her to a certain extent; at least the fat girl had
breasts, sort of...  Marion decided that she'd get up and see if the girls
needed anything...

      Marion was a third of the way down the stairs when she heard a much
deeper than expected voice announce, "Twy, Honey, I gotta go.  Your mother'd
shit a brick if she saw us, and"  there was a pause, then the voice went on,
a lot shakier, "I don't know how long I can look at you like that before
I..."

      Marion stopped, and peered into the living room just in time to see
her daughter, obviously nude, step forward and wrap her arms around the
owner of the familiar voice's shoulders and announce, "That's the idea,
Silly.  I don't want you going ANYWHERE tonight that I'm not within arm's
reach..."  She lifted her lips to Mickey, and in a moment there was a groan,
and the cocktail dress went flying so Mickey could apply both hands to
Twyla's bare skin.

      Marion sat down on the step and considered her options.  Blaming
Mickey for events in the living room appeared to be an exercise in stupidity
- Twyla was definitely in control.  If Twyla was going to insist on offering
herself to someone, Marion couldn't think of anyone she'd rather have
accepting the offer.  Hopefully, it wouldn't ruin their friendship...

      Twyla pulled back, and led Mickey to the couch.  She shucked him out
of his jacket and tie, while he protested weakly, "Honey, you don't have to
do anything tonight - we can wait a week or two..."

      Twyla put a finger to his lips.  "Shhh!" she whispered, "We don't have
to have sex - but that dress was a pain, and noisy, too!  All that
taffeta...  I just wanted to be comfortable.  Let's neck a while...  I won't
rape you, and you CAN'T rape me..."

      "No?"

      "No.  Can't rape the willing."  She sat him down on the couch, and
snuggled up.

      Marion was stuck.  The couch was in full view of the stairway, so if
she moved, it would be visible.  The flip side was that she had a ringside
seat to her daughter seducing her boyfriend!  She found that she didn't want
to stop it - so how to escape gracefully?  Unbidden, her hand crept below
the hem of her nightie, and her knees spread...

      Mickey was finding that it was absolutely impossible to control his
hands.  They went everywhere on Twyla, and he couldn't stop them!  Twy
wasn't complaining; she was rubbing his sides and back under his shirt (how
had it come unbuttoned all the way?) and moaning into his mouth whenever his
hands swept over her breasts (God! They were SO fine!).  The next time he
surfaced from a kiss, it was to undo a cuff button while Twyla
simultaneously worked on the OTHER cuff...

      His shirt came off and went somewhere, and Twyla pushed him down and
crawled atop him, pressing those wonderful breasts into his chest.  His cock
was an iron bar, and Twyla forged it by mashing her pubic bone against it,
turning it into tool steel.  Mickey surfaced and gasped, "Last chance, Twy!
If you're teasing me, stop now, 'cause from here on, I won't take 'no' for
an answer!"  Twyla's answer was to grin and reach for his belt, and rational
thought fled.

      Twyla had decided in the garden that tonight was the night, if she
could get away with it!  When Mickey displayed a reluctance to part at the
door, it had been all the confirmation she'd needed.  She'd shaken like a
leaf below her surface giddiness when she'd dispensed with the dress, but
the tone of Mickey's protests told her that he was merely trying not to take
advantage of the situation.  Every time he laid those gentle hands on her
breasts, a new shock wave blew through her, centered on her pussy, and the
feel of that bar of iron flesh against her clit as she rubbed her mound
against him was maddening!

      Mickey had given up all protests, and was holding a globular breast in
each hand as Twyla knelt above him, working at his belt.  It felt to Twy
like the fingers kneading her nipples were tugging on her clit, and her
hands shook as she fought the recalcitrant buckle.  Finally, the thing
tugged loose, and simple things like snaps and zippers couldn't hold her.
In the less constrained environment, Mickey's boxers tented, then dropped
away as his erection forced its way through their open fly.  Twyla gazed
raptly at the exposed penis.  It was beautiful!  She'd seen pictures, but
they'd always been something to poke fun at, little shrimpy things hanging
limply or gnarled veiny things hanging off of big, ugly, pot-bellied guys
(obviously, she'd never seen any gay literature...)  This one was long,
smooth, silky-looking - and HUGE!  Mickey was packing around eight inches!
Eyes wide, she gently settled her hand around it - it was burning hot! - and
Mickey groaned.

      Marion got a grip on herself.  Any second, her daughter was going to
lower her lips over that glans, and Mickey would go off like a fire hose (he
was showing ALL the signs!)  Then there would be mass confusion - and Marion
would end up a committed voyeur!  Best to get control of things now...  She
removed her hand from her soaking wet crotch ...

      Twyla couldn't get enough of the feel of the thing!  Mickey was
physically shaking, so she knew she was walking a thin line, but...  She
lowered her head, examining the smooth, shiny bluish cap and the long, solid
shaft while slowly moving her hand up and down the smooth rod of flesh.

      Mickey watched her like a rabbit watches a rattlesnake.  If she opened
her mouth, he was done for!

      Twyla's head continued to drop, and Mickey nervously cleared his
throat - when a soft voice sounded from the stairs!

      Marion sighed, then announced softly, "Twyla, take Mickey upstairs.
Couches aren't a good place for that!"

      Twyla jumped a foot, "Mother!"

      Mickey nearly killed himself trying to hide and pull on his pants
simultaneously, "Miz Banks!  I..."

      "Shhh!" Marion cut across the protests.  "It's all right, Mickey - I
wasn't asleep, and I've been here long enough to know who's been in charge
of this little escapade!" Her smile, invisible in the dim light, carried in
her voice.  "Although, I probably won't get another wink tonight!"

      Twyla was frozen; she couldn't begin to guess what she should be
doing.  Cover up?  With what?  What should she say?  She looked up, wide-
eyed, at the light spot in the shadows that was her mother.

      Marion said gently, "Go to your room, Dear."  Twyla glanced fearfully
at Mickey, who was still tucking, and rose to leave, padding across the
floor toward the stairs, when Marion stopped them both with, "No, no!  Take
Mickey with you!  Sex is a lot better in a bed!"  She stood on the stair,
turning to go up.  "I don't suppose either of you gave any thought to
protection?"

      Twyla unfroze and turned to collect Mickey's hand.  She knew that tone
of voice!  That was her 'practical' tone!  Mother was serious!

      Mickey struggled with a reply, "I, uh, I've got..." he stuttered,
reaching for his back pocket.

      "...A single rubber that's been mouldering in your wallet for a couple
of years, 'just in case'!" Marion simpered.  "Son, this isn't a single
rubber night - even if it IS any good!  I can tell!  Twyla, get Mickey
settled, then come into my room for a moment.  I've got some stuff lying
around..."  She took a step up, and turned again, "Mickey, call your mother
and tell her you're staying the night, so she doesn't worry..."  Marion
turned and made her stately way toward her bedroom.

      Twyla's eyes were dancing as she pulled Mickey toward the stair.
"Well, come on!  What are you waiting for?"

      "I'm a little bit..."  Mickey couldn't think of the word, but it
didn't seem to matter.  In the last six hours, his world had turned upside
down more than once...  On the stair, he watched, entranced, as Twyla's ass
flexed and swayed before his eyes on the steps above.  Jeezus, how could he
have missed that?  He laid his hand on the flat plane along her coccyx and
she stopped while he explored the surface.  She was smiling when he looked
up, an angel that said, "C'mon, Silly, there's plenty of time for that!"

      Twyla's room was familiar, yet it wasn't.  The basic lines hadn't
changed since he'd last been here at age twelve, but there were differences
that reflected her move from the girlish to the womanly.  The four-poster
bed was still there, and Twyla led him directly to it.  "You get undressed,
and call your Mom," she directed, "I'm gonna go see what Mother has up her
sleeve!"  She dashed out, still naked, leaving him awash.  He sat for a
moment on the edge of the bed, shrugged, and got up to pull off his pants.

      Marion was digging through her night table, deep in thought.  (Lube?
Shouldn't be necessary, but...).  She came up with a translucent purple
vibrator (God, I hope the batteries are okay...  I'm gonna need this!).  Her
hand settled on a three-pack of rubbers, and she fished them out, tossing
them on the bed, but resumed her search, (Better find the big ones, that
thing looked HUGE!).  Her hand settled on the pack of Magnums, and she
tossed them next to the other pack before settling onto the bed herself.
She was idly rearranging the items on the coverlet when Twyla padded in.
"Mother?"

      "Come in, Dear.  Here," she murmured, handing Twyla both packs of
rubbers.  "I can probably scratch up a couple more of the small ones - but
from what I saw, you're going to need the larger ones.  Even from twenty
feet, I could tell he had a couple of inches on your father!"  Twyla
giggled.  Marion pressed the lube into her palm.  "I don't think you'll need
this, but it's better safe than sorry."

      "Mom?" Twyla murmured, "I thought you'd be... mad, or something..."

      "I was surprised," Marion related gently, "but the time is about
right, and God knows Mickey is an excellent choice - I really couldn't find
it in me to stand in the way!"  She paused.  "I was really surprised to see
you being so aggressive!"

      Twyla colored. "I had a talk with a friend earlier tonight.  She
reminded me that you can't make things happen by just waiting for them.  The
dress helped, but it wasn't enough, so I kind of made things clear.  After
that, we covered a lot of ground..."

      "I guess!" Marion simpered.  "Be careful you don't get ahead of
yourself!"

      Twyla nodded.  "I know, but the opportunity presented itself, and I
just couldn't help myself!  We've got a pretty good foundation..."

      "You were friends - good friends, best friends - but it's not the
same!  If you push him too hard, he'll run!  Be sure, for example, you don't
come up with any marriage talk or anything right after sex - he'll
instinctively look for the door, even if he really wants you, so make sure
he knows that tonight is a no-strings engagement.  If you don't press, it'll
be his idea when you discuss moving forward.  I think you've made your
intentions known..." Marion eyed Twyla sidelong.

      "Yes, Mother," Twyla grinned, "I almost blew it earlier - I'll be
careful!"

      "Okay," Marion continued, "Listen to some advice on sex from an old
woman?"

      "Sure!" Twyla grinned.

      "The bad news is, Mickey's young, and young men go off fast!  You
almost got a faceful downstairs!  What would you have done if he'd filled
your mouth with sperm?" Marion asked.

      "Uh, I dunno..." Twyla blushed.

      "The correct answer, as far as HE's concerned, is 'swallow'!" Marion
grinned.  "But many girls don't, and it's kind of an insult to the male.
And you'd have been taken by surprise!  Still, watching you choke and gag
and spit wouldn't do wonders for the rest of the interlude - Mickey's a
sweet boy; he'd have been devastated - but he also wouldn't have been
pleased.  In any case, he's probably NOT going to last long enough to
satisfy you - he's young and inexperienced and tremendously excited; even if
you go straight to sex, he probably won't last more than a few strokes."

      Twyla grimaced, "What do I do?"

      Marion smiled.  "Manage your expectations.  The good news is, Mickey's
young - and young men recover quickly!  He's probably got at LEAST two,
maybe three or even four orgasms in him without much in the way of recovery
time!  What I recommend is that you get that first shot out of the way -
suck him, get a taste!  He'll be much better able to provide your pleasure
on the second round.  Once again, though, if you don't like the taste, it's
not a good idea to get seriously obvious about it."

      Twyla nodded, "Okay, anything else?"

      "No, sweetie - go have fun!  Don't forget your rubbers!"  Marion
swatted Twyla on the rump, playfully.

      Twyla got to the door and stopped.  "Mother?  How long were you
there?"

      Marion blushed.  "Mickey was trying to figure out what to do with your
dress.  I figure I saw most of it.  Sorry - It's the most entertainment of
that kind I've had in a while...  I just couldn't look away."

      Twyla nodded, turned, and walked out without comment.

      Mickey slid under the covers and picked up the phone, dialing home.

      At the LaRue's, Mickey's mother Anita started out of her drowse when
the phone rang; she'd fallen asleep reading.  "Hello?"

      "Hi. Mom, it's Mickey.  I'm at Twyla's and I'm gonna stay the night,
okay?  Ms. Banks says it's all right."

      "Okay," Anita mumbled, still dazed.

      "G'night, Mom!  See you in the morning!"

      "Good night..." Anita lay there for a moment.  Something wasn't quite
right...

      Jacques rolled over.  "Mickey?"

      "Yeah," Anita frowned.  "He called and said he's staying over at
Twyla's...  And that Marion okayed it."

      Jacques grinned, "Teenagers!  So, he thinks you're an idiot."  He
raised a sardonic brow, "Are you?"

      Anita reached for the phone.

      Twyla scampered in just as Mickey was hanging up.  "How'd it go?" she
asked, throwing herself atop him on the bed.

      Mickey grinned.  "She was half asleep.  I could have told her I was at
a beer drinking contest!"

      Twyla smiled.  "Are you naked under there?" she teased.

      "Come find out!" Mickey laughed.

      ...And the phone rang.

      Mickey regarded the phone as if it were a snake.  He KNEW who was on
the other end...

      But Marion yelled, "I've got it!" and picked up.  Twyla, eyeing the
phone in much the same way as Mickey, slid under the covers and cuddled up
to him distractedly.  Obviously, the rest of the night's agenda hung in the
balance...

      "Hello?" Marion said into the mouthpiece.

      "Marion?  Anita.  Is Mickey there?"

      "Yes." Marion replied.

      "No, really, is he there?"  Anita's first worry was that Mickey had
somehow gotten Marion to cover for some Prom escapade - drinking or
something.

      "Yes, really, he's here!" Marion replied, exasperated.  "Do you need
to speak to him?"  Raising her voice, she shouted, "Mickey, Dear, pick up!"

      Mickey grimaced, and picked up the phone.  "Hello, Mom."

      "That's fine, Dear," Marion interjected smoothly, "Go back to what you
were doing.  See, I told you he was here!"

      Mickey hung up, slowly, looking a bit confused.  "Mom apparently
thought your mother was covering for me...  Wait'll she figures out what's
REALLY going on!"  Slowly, he began to grin.  "Your mom IS covering for me!
Wow!  Utterly cool!"


      Anita frowned into the phone.  "So you said he could stay the night?"

      "Yes..."

      "Uh, Marion, Mickey and Twyla aren't twelve anymore.  They're young
adults..."

      "And?" Marion wasn't cutting any slack.

      "Where is he going to sleep?"

      "Where he is, I suppose," Marion said airily.  "It's what I'd do if I
was him..."

      Anita's frown deepened.  "Where is that?  What are they doing?"

      "Young adult things," Marion replied.

      Full blown suspicion flared.  "Like what?" Anita asked flatly.

      "Jeezus, Nita!  Do I have to draw you a picture?  What did YOU do on
Prom night?" Marion asked, exasperated.

      "I..." Anita shut up.  She had a standard answer for that - one that
Marion had heard multiple times.  "You know what I did..."  She'd had wild
and heavenly sex in the neighbor's pool house on Prom night by her own
admission.

      "Well?"  Marion waited.

      "They're HAVING SEX?!" Anita screeched.

      "Well," Marion replied blandly, "knowing Mickey, they're awaiting the
outcome of this phone call, but I'm sure they're engaged in heavy petting,
at least..."

      Jacques was grinning from ear to ear.  "I've GOT to hear this!" he
asserted.

      Anita glared at him venomously, and clicked on the speaker.  "Where
are they?" she demanded.

      "Twyla's room," Marion replied blandly.  "I caught them going at it on
the couch - but that's a lousy place to lose your cherry, don't you think?"

      "So you sent them upstairs?" Anita huffed, "Aren't you going to stop
it?"

      "No," Marion replied, defensive, "Why on earth should I?"

      "But they're HAVING SEX!"

      "Didn't you?" Marion taunted.  "I didn't, but only through lack of
opportunity!  Besides, given the conversation I overheard, it wouldn't have
accomplished anything but making it difficult and uncomfortable for them
while delaying it a couple of days.  Apparently, it's a done deal..."

      "Huh?  When did this happen?"  Anita asked.

      "Sometime this evening," Marion replied.  "When they left here, they
might as well have been brother and sister - but when they got back, they
were definitely a couple!"

      "Huh!  I'll be damned!  Twyla almost had to put a hammerlock on Mickey
to bring this thing off!  He was acting like he was doing charity work or
something!  What happened?" Anita asked, puzzled.

      "Well, the prom dress had a bit to do with it, I think," Marion
murmured dryly, "Did you know Twyla's a 36C?"

      "No..."  Anita blinked.  Jacques nodded, impressed.  Given Marion's
build, who'd have guessed?

      "Well, Mickey didn't either, until tonight!" Marion chuckled, "I
thought I was going to have to re-insert his eyeballs!"  She turned serious.
"Something happened at the Prom, though.  Twyla apparently said or did
something that finally got Mickey's attention."

      "Well," Anita huffed, "I still don't like the idea of Mickey forcing
himself on girls, however willing."

      "Well, you can ease your mind on THAT score," Marion announced, "When
I caught them, Twyla was very much in charge!"

      "I can NOT believe that you're just going to LET them have sex!" Anita
reiterated.

      "Why not?" Marion replied, "I made sure they had protection, and moved
them to somewhere comfortable..."

      "Mickey wasn't carrying protection?" Jacques growled.

      "Oh, he was carrying a rubber, apparently," Marion asserted, "but they
were definitely suffering from the heat of the moment.  I supplied them with
some stuff with a bit better provenance, and a reminder to use them."
Jacques nodded, mollified.

      Anita glared at her husband, "Isn't ANYBODY upset about this?"

      Jacques shrugged.  "They've been soul-mates forever - what better
combination of time, place, and people?"

      "Oooo!  Well, if YOU'RE not upset that my son is deflowering your
daughter, I guess, I shouldn't be!" Anita said nastily.

      "Well, I'm not!" Marion asserted.  "He's a wonderful boy, and they're
both more than due.  I'm thrilled to death!"

      Anita shook her head.  "Fine!  When can we expect our wandering son
home?"

      Marion blinked.  "Late morning?  Noon?"

      Anita sighed, "Fine.  Good night, Marion."

      "Good night."

      Anita turned to Jacques and whined, "What's gotten into her?"

      Jacques gave a Gallic shrug, and returned, "What's gotten into YOU, my
Dear?  Marion is being totally rational!  Obviously, our children have
decided that it is time to have sex!  Would WE have appreciated parental
interference?  More important, would we have let it stop us?"

      "But..."

      "But nothing, my Dear!  Marion has done the sweetest thing she could
have for them - and YOU may have ruined it!  Come here and let me remind you
what it is they're searching for!"  Jacques engaged Anita's lips, and after
a bit, she stopped worrying...


      Marian found Mickey and Twyla huddled together in bed awaiting the
outcome of the phone call.  She went in and kissed them each on the
forehead.  "Your mother wasn't thrilled, Mickey, but I think that was more
with me than anyone else.  Have a good time!"

      She swept out, leaving them basically wrecked.  Everything had kind of
drained out of them during the wait, anxiety replacing lust; now they
literally didn't know quite what to do.  Finally, Twyla reached up and
turned out the light.  "Let's just rest a bit," she recommended.  She
snuggled up, breasts against Mickey's side while she put her head on his
shoulder.  Mickey gathered her in and tried to relax.

      Slowly, the jitters went away, and were replaced by something
else...Rubbing her back became less a matter of comfort, and more a matter
of exploration.  Twyla sensed this and murmured against his neck - which
gave him chills.  His left hand drifted to her ass, and he began a long-
delayed exploration, limited by the fact that she was lying on his arm.
Twyla pulled up her left knee, and suddenly Mickey found he had access to a
place he'd never thought to - Twyla's labia.  First contact was accidental -
and both of them gasped!  Mickey's cock lurched against Twyla's hip, and she
brought her hand down to capture it.  But Mickey was concentrating on those
amazing lips; he gently ran his finger along them and discovered the damp
valley between, and Twyla suddenly started having trouble breathing.

      "Oog!" she moaned, slid up a couple of inches, and offered her lips.
The kiss presented Mickey with a classic problem:  'How do I concentrate on
two or three things at once?'  But Twyla's lips were insistent, so Mickey
put his hand on autopilot, and concentrated on the kiss.  This went well for
a couple of minutes, then suddenly, Twyla couldn't continue the kiss; her
breathing became ragged, and she moaned in his mouth, clutching at him.

      Mickey took inventory, and found the tip of his middle finger engaged
in a tight warm, wet grasp!  "Are you okay, Twy?" Mickey asked, concerned.

      Twyla was just fine!  She had never really been as anxious as Mickey
over the parental phone call - concern for him had topped fear.  But the fun
had gone away until he settled down.  When he'd begun to recover, she
welcomed it; his hands were gentle and felt wonderful as they explored her
back and side, and she could FEEL his attention and growing fascination.
Realizing that she was pinning his left arm and reducing his options, she'd
moved a bit and draped her leg across his waist, more to distribute the
weight than anything else (NOT realizing that to him, she was almost feather
light).  That first gentle touch on her fringed labia awoke an urgency she'd
never felt before - but it DEMANDED more, so she'd slid up to grant
additional access and sought the comfort of his lips.  She, too, had had
issues with multiple inputs, but women seem to handle that better; she'd
reached down to grasp Mickey's cock, which was flexing and straightening.
The feel of it was fascinating to her - it kept getting stiffer, and harder,
and it GREW in her hand!  The first time she'd rubbed her thumb over the
head, it was nothing much - small, soft, flexible - nice to the touch, but
somehow not really imbued with a whole lot of life.  Now it was three times
the size, hot, fierce, silky-smooth, with a spongy springiness to it, riding
atop a stiff springy shaft that fought her attempts to change its position
as she caressed it.  Then Mickey's middle finger found her opening, and her
heart stopped at the shock wave it sent through her!  "Sooo good!" she
moaned, in distracted reply to Mickey's nervous query.

      Mickey relaxed on that score - but the insistent hand on his cock was
another matter!  Twyla's hand felt wonderful, even if it WAS a little
tentative...

      Twyla's anxious eyes locked with his.  "I gotta see!" she whispered.
Mickey nodded.  "Don't!" she squealed as he started to remove his finger
from her tunnel, "Leave it there, please!"

      Mickey shrugged and tried to stay with her as she crawled across him
to turn on the light, but it wasn't possible - she had his hand around
backward by the time she reached the lamp.  "Sorry!  I'll get it back in in
a second!"


      Marion had lain in bed listening for at least thirty minutes.  She'd
seen the light go out down the hall soon after she'd left the room, but
things had been quiet - too quiet.  Mickey had been pretty shaken; they'd
probably decided to take it easy and drifted off.  She hopped up, thinking,
'I'll just look in on them.  If they're asleep, Mickey's going to need a
witness so he doesn't catch Hell for nothing in the morning...'  She crept
down the hall toward Twyla's room, expecting to find the pair asleep.  As
she neared the door, which was still open a hand span from her previous
departure, she thought she heard whispering.  'Maybe they'll be okay after
all,' she thought, then: 'Wouldn't it be funny if one of them was asleep and
now the other can't wake him/her up?'  She peered through the crack, trying
to see who was moving.  Someone was reaching...

      Flash!  The bedside light came on.  Twyla turned from reaching for it
toward the foot of the bed, dragging the sheets and blankets with her.
Marion froze: Now what?  Twyla kept shoving at the blankets until Mickey's
cock was exposed, and mother and daughter feasted their eyes.

      Mickey was huge!  Twyla had no basis for comparison, but Marion did;
Mickey was a good two inches longer than Ed had been, if somewhat narrower -
and Ed had, in her experience, been well hung.  Twyla had the benefit of
touch, and she was using it.  Mickey groaned as she fondled it with both
hands.  "Easy, Twy, or I'll make a mess all over the place!  C'mon, swing a
leg over - I get to look, too!"

      Twyla studied the beautiful thing, absorbed.  "I thought it was
supposed to have a kind of covering of loose skin?"

      "I'm circumcised," Mickey related, "They took off the extra when I was
a baby.  I always wondered if that made it shorter..."

      "I don't think so," Twyla breathed, "Mother said you looked bigger
than Dad from twenty feet!  She gave me special rubbers!"

      "Gawd, she saw me?  I'll never be able to look her in the eye again!"
Mickey moaned.  "Hey, c'mon, I get to play too!  I thought you wanted my
finger back!"

      Marion stood there riveted, thinking, 'Well, he won't be the only one
around here who can't meet anyone's eyes...'  She'd tried to leave three
times already - but her feet were nailed in place.  Her hand wasn't, though
- it had slipped under the hem of her nightie the moment that magnificent
penis had come into view, and her clit was providing her happy flashes as
her thumb danced along it, anchored by the middle finger in her tunnel.
God!  That thing was beautiful!

      Twyla draped a leg over Mickey's chest, and settled lower, and Mickey
got his first real look at the garden of feminine delights.  He laid a hand
on her asscheek, and slid his index finger back into the damp opening
revealed between Twyla's thin labia.  Twyla lifted her head and moaned, and
Marion felt a sympathetic flash.  "How's that?" Mickey asked.

      Twyla sucked in a big breath.  "Nice," she sighed.

      Mickey shook his head.  "As tight as it is on my finger, I don't see
how I'm gonna get my cock in there!"  With his right hand on her other
asscheek, he used his thumbs to open up her channel for inspection.  "That's
it, though - it's the only place here it could go!"

      "It's got to open wider - babies come out of there, for God's sake!
Work the finger around a bit, and see what happens..."  Mickey started
rotating the finger, and she gasped a quick breath, sighing, "...besides me
going totally nuts!  Ummmm!"

      Mickey noticed a little pink bump peeking out of the junction of
Twyla's labia.  "Hey, is this what I think it is?"  He swiped his thumb
across the pink nub.

      Twyla gasped, her back arched and her eyes bulged as she took in the
direct attack on her clitoris. "Aaaahhhh!"

      "Guess it is, he he he!"  Mickey chuckled evilly, "How did THAT feel?"

      "Ohhhh, you bastard!" Twyla gasped, then a playful look enveloped her
features.  "Something like THIS, I guess!"  And she lowered her lips over
Mickey's glans.  Marion's mouth watered, and her hand went into overdrive!
She dropped to her knees, and her left hand came up to tug on her right
nipple.  God!  What a sight!

      Mickey's eyes bulged, and his mouth flew open, "Jeezus!"  So warm!  So
soft!  So wet!  He went stiff as a board, and wrapped both arms around
Twyla's lower back, pinning her in place.  "Awwww, I'm gonna..."

      He didn't get it out, but there was no mistaking the sudden surging
growth in the head of his penis.  Twyla had that moment's warning before the
hand holding his shaft felt the first mighty pulse, and her mouth filled
with warm seed.  The taste was... indescribable - salty, sweet, with an odd
tang - and Twyla knew she'd be still tasting it tomorrow morning, if she
didn't brush her teeth or drink something strong.  Still, it wasn't bad...
kind of grew on you...  All of this went through her mind during the first
three massive pulses as Mickey thrashed beneath her.  Twyla swallowed, and
the second mouthful began pouring in, somewhat less strongly.

      Marion watched Mickey's cock surge visibly to those first three pulses
and Twyla's throat work, then her eyes rolled up and she bit her hand
fiercely to keep from screaming under the impetus of the orgasm that the
sight and the efforts of her flying hand induced.  She gasped and shuddered
and fought for control, worried that her inability to stay still and quiet
would lead to her detection.

      But Mickey had Twyla's full attention, and he was in no condition for
effective listening; Marion was perfectly safe.  Four more weakening pulses
and Mickey's cock stopped blasting.  He relaxed from his rigid position and
flopped bonelessly, gasping.  Sweat poured.

      Twyla swallowed again, and cleared her throat so she could talk around
the sticky residue.  Turning laughing eyes on Mickey, she asked gaily, "So,
how was THAT?"

      Mickey lay gasping for another moment, but his eyes narrowed.  Twyla
really hadn't bargained on the male's quick recovery cycle, and in moments
he took her by surprise!  Rewrapping his arms around her lower back, he
again pinned her and announced, "Two can play at THIS game!"  Before Twyla
could react properly, he leaned up and sucked the pink pearl of her clitoris
between his lips.

      "Oh, God!  Oh, shit!  M-Mickey, you're killing me!  It's too..." Twyla
thrashed and wailed, but Mickey had her in a tight embrace.  He began
drubbing her little nub with his tongue, and Twyla totally lost it!  "Oh,
God! Oh God! Oh, shit! Oh! OH! OH! UH! AAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"  Twyla's back
arched, she went rigid, and screamed in joy as wave after wave poured over
her!  Mickey wouldn't let go, and he continued to suck gently on Twyla's
clit, guessing that the tongue-lashing was indeed too much, while she surged
and moaned, and her pussy pulsed around his buried nose and poured juice all
over his face!  Twyla collapsed atop Mickey's body, and lay there hugging
herself to his hips and torso, kissing his still rigid cock.  "Oh, God, I
love you, I love you, you wonderful man!"

      Marion, just down from her self-induced climax, surged again gently
while watching her daughter's tumultuous cum.  Mickey had surprised Marion,
too - the boy was a positive jewel!  Marion found herself increasingly
envious of her daughter - what a find the boy was!  If it was anyone else
but Twyla in there...  Marion came to her senses.  What would she do?  Wave
her pancake tits or her flattened ass at a boy half her age?  Arm-wrestle
him for the rights to a fuck?

      Twyla released her outburst, and Marion rolled her eyes.  'Christ!'
she thought, 'I TOLD her not to do that!'

      Mickey was gazing down at Twyla from beneath raised brows when she
looked back toward his face.  "Oops!  Heat of the moment - I got a little
carried away!" she apologized.

      "Liar!" he replied, but he grinned widely.  "I think you're pretty
special, too! C'mon up here, and let's snuggle!"

      Twyla reversed herself, settling atop Mickey.  "I don't suppose you
want to kiss..."

      Mickey grinned, "If you'll lick some of this goo you left on my face,
I'll swap spermy spit with you..."  At Twyla's grimace, he exclaimed, "Hey!
I must've swallowed half a pint!  It's not bad, actually!"

      "Oh, all right!" Twyla conceded and gingerly stuck out her tongue.

      "Get the nose - I can't reach it," Mickey directed.  "Besides, it's
the place that discovered that your little pussy hole flexes when you cum!"

      "Mickey!" Twyla exclaimed, swatting him on the shoulder.

      "What?!" Mickey retorted, all innocence - then his face fell into a
smirk.  Twyla leaned up and licked his nose (it WASN'T bad) and offered her
lips for a kiss - one Mickey delivered without reservation.

      Twyla broke the kiss, and laid her head on Mickey's shoulder.  "Wow,
that was nice!  I didn't expect to cum like that!"  She wiggled her pubic
bone against his... hard cock?  "My God!  It's still hard!"

      "Well, maybe again," Mickey admitted diffidently.

      "And maybe not!  If it drooped, I didn't notice!"  She raised up,
bracing on her hands, and slid her damp mons along the shaft.  Her labia
were still open and she was well-lubricated; her clitoris got the full
benefit.  "Oog!  God, that's good!"

      "Mmmmm, yeah!"  You want to try...?" Mickey asked anxiously.

      "Okay.  Can we do it like this?" she asked.

      "Don't see why not...  Seems natural," Mickey hazarded.

      Twyla pulled her knees up, and raised up to clear Mickey's erection.
Mickey reached down and forced his cock into a more vertical position
against its tendency to lay at a thirty degree angle to his abdomen, and
Twyla began to settle onto it.  "We're gonna have to take it easy," she
husked nervously, "There's a h-hymen in there..."

      Mickey locked startled eyes with hers, "Shit!  You, too?"

      Twyla stopped.  "I haven't exactly been rolling in applicants - but I
figured YOU had done this before!"

      Mickey shook his head, "Uh uh, I've always been looking the wrong
direction!  What the Hell do I know?"

      "Well...  You could have fooled me, with that tongue!"  Twyla started
concentrating on their connection again.  She jockeyed a bit.  "Okay, that's
it, I think... Let's go slow..."

      Twyla settled, and Mickey began to FEEL the mouth of her vagina flower
open around his glans.  "Jeezus, that's incredible!"  He began to worry
about ejaculating again...  "Shit!  Hop up!  We forgot something!"

      "What?!"  Twyla jerked away, startled by Mickey's urgency.  Marian,
from her perch outside the door, heaved a sigh of relief; she'd been afraid
she was going to have to intervene - and what wild excuse she would have had
to present for being there and the effect of ANOTHER interruption on their
multiply delayed coitus were two things she did NOT want to think about!

      "Where are those rubbers?"  Mickey asked.  "Much as I'd like to do
this the natural way, we'd better not...."  He grinned, "I'm sure you'd look
cute with a big belly, but let's have a little fun first..."

      Twyla's heart stopped.  What was he saying?  She shook herself.  "Uh,
yeah!  They're on the nightstand.  The gold ones are the bigger ones, I
think!"

      Mickey started floundering an arm over the night table, wondering,
'What was the hesitation all about?  What did I say?  Oh!  Shit!  I probably
scared her to death!'  Projecting a false calm as he fumbled with a foil
packet, he murmured, "You know, we're 'way too comfortable with this...
Must be all those years we've spent together..."

      Twyla, absorbed in his preparations, nodded, then blinked.  "Yeah, I
keep opening doors and finding you there..."

      "Yeah.  I keep finding you under the bed, or in the closet complaining
about wire hangers..." Mickey replied distractedly while wrestling with the
foil.

      Marion blinked.  What in the Hell were they talking about?

      "Let's not take anything too seriously," Twyla urged.  "Just because I
get all goo-goo eyed after an orgasm doesn't mean I'm planning to put a
hammerlock on you."

      "Yes, Baby," Mickey retorted, pretending total concentration on the
released ring of rubber that he was turning between his fingers, "Is my arm
in the right position yet?"

      "Oh, you!"  Twyla punched him, and he grinned.  "You've got to roll it
over..." she offered.

      "I know that!" Mickey snapped, I safed the same banana you did in Sex
Ed!  I'm just trying to figure out which end's up..."

      "Gimme."  Twyla took the prophylactic, inspected it, and began rolling
it down over Mickey's erection.  "Somehow, it seems sad not to be able to do
it without this damned thing.  I'll talk to Mother about other types of
birth control."

      "Thank God it's not tight!" Mickey sighed, "I tried one on once, and
it seemed like it was removing every hair on the shaft!"

      "I'm not thrilled with the feel, either.  We might need the lube,
after all." Twyla observed.  She started rubbing the tip along her damp
channel.  "Well, maybe not.  But it STILL sucks!"

      "Well," Mickey was prepared to be philosophical about it, "It'll keep
me from shooting off so damned fast, maybe..."

      Marion couldn't help but be impressed with their matter-of-fact
handling of the situation - they were SO comfortable with each other...  But
the race was on again, and she was watching that incredible cock disappear
into her daughter for the first time...  Marion's hands went back to work,
providing the sensory accompaniment to her fantasy of being the one
penetrated.

      Twyla bore down, and Mickey's glans again began to disappear.  It
wasn't quite as nice as the first time (damned rubber!) but it still beat
anything he'd ever experienced!  So hot!  So wet!  So incredibly tight!
Just after the outer ring of muscle closed on the shaft below the glans,
Twyla stopped, her stare turned inward.  "Here," she announced.

      "What do you want me to do?" Mickey asked, gently.

      "Hold still.  I'm going to back up a bit, and..."  Twyla suited
actions to words, uncovering about half of the amount of Mickey's depth of
penetration.  She locked eyes with him and dropped.  There was a quick,
tearing flash, and a grimace flickered across her features, then... nothing!
Surprise replaced the tension. "Huh!  That's it?"

      From her hiding place, Marion nodded.  Ed hadn't known, and therefore
hadn't taken any care at all - but it had been a non-issue.  Twyla was
running true to form.

      What Twyla didn't see, but Marion and Mickey did, was the flow of
blood.  Mickey's eyes widened, and he glanced up, worried.

      Twyla glanced down, blinked, then waved it off.  "Forget it, I'm
fine."  And she resumed lowering herself on Mickey's erection.  The blood
actually helped, a bit.  Mickey bit his lip at the sensation; it as like he
was pressing aside something incredibly warm, oily, and giving.  Twyla took
in about four inches, backed up an inch, and slowly took a couple more.  Her
eyes took on a distant look as she concentrated on the sensations his cock
was making as it gently opened her tunnel - his cock seemed to go on
forever...  Again, she rose a bit, this time shifting her stance a bit to
handle being slightly off-angle.  Slowly, she lowered herself until,
finally, her pubic bone crushed her clit against his.  At the same time, the
reservoir tip of the rubber brushed her cervix...  "Oh, God!" she moaned,
eyes glassy.  She rose six inches, relatively rapidly, sucking in a gasp,
then lowered herself again to the limit, faster this time, but seemingly
slowed by fighting the tight pneumatic fit.  "Oh, GOD!"

      Mickey reached up and captured both of her breasts in his hands,
fingers unerringly questing for the stiff nipples while Twyla rose again.
This time, she flashed back down, driving their pelvises together and
smashing the blunt head of Mickey's cock into her cervix.  "OOH, GOD!!!"

      Mickey watched Twyla's eyes roll up.  She instituted a series of
three, quick, brutal thrusts, rising to the point of merely containing
Mickey's glans, then trying to drive it right through her cervical wall:
"OOoooOOOoooOOOOOOOHHH!!!!!!!"  At the bottom of the third downstroke, Twyla
convulsed; her stomach tied itself in knots as her vagina began to milk
Mickey's penis in time to the waves crashing over her: "NNNNNNGGGGGGG!!"

      Superman couldn't have held out against the magical things Twyla's
vaginal muscles were doing to Mickey's overdriven penis!  He grabbed Twyla's
hips and ground himself into her, eyes glassy, as the floodgates opened for
the second time in fifteen minutes, the throbbing eruptions of his
ejaculation synchronized with the sucking pulsations of her vaginal muscles.

      Twyla collapsed across Mickey like a puppet with cut strings.  Neither
of the lovers could move as tortured muscles took revenge for being tensed
beyond endurance.

      And in the hall, Marion, already on her knees, bent like a bow,
whimpering while she bit a hand to contain the cries while her vagina tried
to crush three fingers of her right hand as it pulsed out its reaction to
her climax.