Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 058
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 MF

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 58
Sunday: Brown's

      Marcus Brown awakened to discover his wife still absent.  This was
irritating, not least because he had a serious woody and the will to use it.
What it portended was even more irritating - obviously, Dolores had not
returned home! Marcus got up and threw a robe around himself, and ambled out
into the living room, scratching distractedly at an old scar along his
ribcage.  What he found there only increased his perplexity:  Padma was in
the recliner, snoring lustily, and Dolores was stretched out on the couch
under an afghan. Closer examination revealed that the limb count on the
couch exceeded the number for one person - besides, Dolores didn't have
large, hairy knuckles!  Upon closer examination, Marcus discovered young Mr.
Vincent, his face all but obscured by a covering of Dolores' flyaway hair.
Marcus rose from his examination, crossed the room and manipulated his
wife's shoulder.  Padma snorted, and her eyes popped open.  "What's goin' on
here?" Marcus rumbled quietly.

      Padma yawned. "I must have gone sleeping..."

      "What're THEY up to?  They come home on time?"

      "They?"  Padma looked at the couple on the couch, and chuckled
quietly, "Yes, they were here on time - but then they necked on the porch
for 15 minutes.  I got tired of standing around waiting for them to finish,
so..."  She waved at the couch.  "I went to sleeping... and I guess they
never stopped."

      Marcus grinned, "They stopped - but when?  What's with the clothes on
the floor?"

      Padma's eyebrows rose.  "I do not know..."  She levered herself out of
the recliner, wincing a bit, and tiptoed over to the couch.  Gently grasping
the afghan, she slowly pulled it back, revealing her daughter dressed only
in panties, with her hand firmly imbedded in the fly of her boyfriend's
shorts.

      Marcus chuckled despite himself.  The identity of the aggressor here
was all too obvious; he couldn't fault Tim.  Smirking, he turned on Padma.
"This is YOUR influence!" he announced.

      Padma's eyes danced as she gently replaced the afghan. "How so,
Husband?"

      Marcus leered, "When were you ever shy about grabbing a cock?"

      Padma justified the accusation by reaching into Marcus' robe and
grasping his gnarled member, smiling sunnily.  Putting a finger to her lips,
she whispered, "Shhh.  I have an idea."  Marcus shrugged, raising his
eyebrows, so she led him across the room, using his semi-rigid cock as a
handle.  Arriving at the recliner, she occupied it and rotated it back, then
opened her robe.  "Now you can get to me, too," she announced in a whisper,
and regained control of his cock.  She directed it into her mouth and began
to fellate him with the familiarity born of long practice.  Reaching out,
she grasped Marcus' right hand and placed it on her now exposed mons,
leaving no doubt as to her desire.

      Marcus began lubricating his index finger in the channel between her
labia, marveling.  This WAS a pretty convenient position!  He caught Padma's
eye and indicated the couple sleeping on the couch with his chin.  "What
about them?" he whispered.

      Padma pulled her smiling lips from his now rigid, wet, and slick
penis. "Makes it spicy, don't you think?" came the response, just before she
again absorbed the first 7 inches of his cock, watching him with laughing
eyes.

      Marcus surrendered, smiling and nodding.  It did, at that!  He shifted
his attention to the work of his right hand, inserting the now wetted finger
into Padma's vagina and rotating his thumb on her clitoris.  Padma spread
her legs, propping her tiny feet on the recliner's seat to grant Marcus
further access, which he took advantage of by inserting another finger in
her moist opening.

      Marcus' robe began sliding off his shoulders, interfering with his
hand, so he stopped for a moment, extracted his hand, and let the robe drop
to the floor.  Then he returned his attention to Padma's cleft.  Comfortable
with each other from long practice, both began reaching for their own
release, each relying on the other to maintain the necessary attentions to
facilitate it.

      Tim slowly swam up to consciousness, to low rumblings interspersed
with liquid sounds - a combination that his brain couldn't quite place - but
his cock could!  He caressed Dolores' flank, causing her to arch a bit that
way, and move her head slightly, withdrawing the curtain of her hair.  After
waiting a few moments for her to settle back down, he tentatively opened an
eye.

      The first sight he focused upon was a profile view of the rangy
muscles of Mr. Brown's buttocks flexing as he drove several inches of his
penis between Mrs. Brown's lips!  Marcus was the source of the rumblings,
and some of the liquid sounds as Padma obviously happily nodded over his
member.  The rest of the liquid sounds... were coming from the hand buried
between the rounded cinnamon thighs of his soon-to-be mother-in-law, another
sight that Tim's position on the couch afforded a ringside view of.  Tim was
amazed, and instantly aroused, causing his cock to begin to firm.

      Marcus, his eyes locked with those of his wife, slipped a third finger
into her now soaking vagina, feeling her hips begin to rock, and rumbled
some more in reaction to the sensations Padma's lips and tongue were
creating along the length of his penis.  Padma continued to watch his eyes
as she worked, gauging the depth of his arousal from the way his focus
drifted inward and out.

      The noise, Tim's motion, and the feel of the member growing in her
hand brought Dolores to consciousness.  She squeezed his member reflexively
as it assumed its full proportions, then looked dreamily into his eyes -
only to find him focused elsewhere.  Turning her head and looking to her
right she barely stifled a gasp!  No wonder Tim was erect!  Dolores was well
aware that her parents enjoyed a rich sex life, and she had caught them at
it on occasion - but this was the most blatant display she had ever
witnessed!  Dolores watched for a moment, as the juices began to flow in her
vagina, then knelt, a look of determination on her face. Locking eyes with
Tim, she grasped the waistband of his boxers.  Tim lifted his hips, and one
tug brought them below his knees.  Dolores smiled as she began laving her
delighted boyfriend's tumescent member with her tongue.  Let her parents
make a comment now!  Both of the young people turned their attention to the
older couple's activity.

      Padma's hips were rolling steadily and she was breathing harshly
through her nose as Marcus' experienced fingers worked their magic on her
familiar trigger points.  When he wasn't using it to steady himself against
the back of the recliner, Marcus caressed her soft hair or rubbed her neck
and shoulder, carefully NOT driving her mouth deeper onto his erection.  As
it was, the head of it was finding the ring at the opening of her throat on
a regular basis, and he wanted her to be comfortable, knowing that she would
take in as much as she could handle without further encouragement on his
part.  Marcus' gaze was totally without focus as he attempted to maintain
the presence of mind to do a good job driving his hand in Padma's crotch in
the face of the distraction caused by her buttery mouth on his cock.
Hearing a slight rustle, Padma glanced toward the couch, goggled, and began
to buck and thrash as the sight that greeted her eyes triggered a massive
orgasm!  The young couple was watching her and Marcus, rapt, while Dolores
happily nodded over an erection every bit as large as her husband's!  The
salacious tremor that went through Padma as she discovered her audience
caused the orgasm that Marcus had been teasing out of her clitoris and
vagina with his rapidly moving hand to cascade over her like a flash flood
bursting a dam!  She bucked and thrashed, losing her footing against the
seat cushion while constellations of stars flashed before her eyes, then,
moaning, drove Marcus' cock halfway down her throat!

      Marcus' eyes bulged and he erupted in a full throated roar as his
glans became wedged in his wife's vibrating gullet. Orgasm came instantly,
and he shot his first copious wad of spunk directly down her clutching
throat.  Padma pulled back for the second and succeeding shots, so that she
could taste and swallow her husband's load in a more controlled manner.
Guiltily, Marcus turned his eyes upon the young couple, certain that his
outburst had awakened them - only to discover his daughter happily bobbing
her head over her boyfriend's massive cock.  As he locked eyes with Tim's
wary ones, he shook his head ruefully.  "Take her upstairs, and do whatever
you've got to - I'd be a damned fool to say anything.  But I don't hafta
watch!"  So saying, he circled to the front of the recliner, grabbed his
diminutive wife's lax arms, and snapped her to him.  Throwing her over his
shoulder, he stalked off toward the master bedroom.

      "Goody!" Dolores announced, backing off Tim.  Reaching down, she
scooped up the pile of their discarded clothing and turned toward the
stairs, dragging Tim by the hand.