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A repost of one of my personal faves.
Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences.
JAKE & JACK
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams
Chapter Eleven - "Joan's Turn"
"She's out," said her mother a few minutes later. I'd managed to
keep Sophie from crushing her mother long enough for her to free herself.
We put her on her side and got a washcloth from the bathroom. I did my
best to clean off the lubricant and cum leaking out of her ass, then rolled
her onto her back and cleaned her breasts and cunt.
"It's the combination of the wine and the sex," said Joan as she
tucked in her daughter. We found our clothes then turned off the light and
closed the door.
We showered together in the family bath, dressed and went
downstairs. I looked through their collection of CDs and selected one, but
Joan convinced me to play a Johnny Mathis CD instead. We danced for a
long time, slowly, pressed to one another. She was back in her green silk
dress and her body felt great pressed against me.
"You're a pretty swell guy," she said, her voice low and sexy. Her
arms were around my neck, her back arched to look up into my face. I had
no doubt she could feel my hard bulge against her belly as we swayed and
moved to the music.
"Swell?"
"Uh huh," she said.
"Thank you, m'lady," I said and kissed her softy. My hands drifted
down over her ass. I pulled her dress up and placed my hands on her ass.
As we danced I felt the muscles of her ass flex and relax under my fingers.
"That was incredible to watch, y'know?" she said.
"Sophie?"
"Mmm." She sighed and pressed herself against me and we
continued to move slowly to the sweet tenor of Johnny Mathis. When the
song ended I disengaged myself and quickly shed my clothes. We
embraced again as the next song started and told her on hold on and lifted
her up about a foot off the floor. Holding her to my chest I began lowering
her slowly. Joan's hands went back to guide my cock and it eased into her
cunt as I lowered her.
"Oh, yes," she whispered into my ear. I moved to the music for
another few minutes, until my arms were tired, then lowered the two of us
the floor. I fucked Joan steadily for twenty minutes, through two orgasms,
until I finally came during her second climax, and dumped my load in her
churning cunt.
I woke from a very erotic dream Sunday morning only to find Joan
and Sophie playing with my cock. I put my hands behind my head and
watched as they took turns licking the shaft, until Joan noticed I was
awake.
"Sophie, your lord and master is awake," said Joan.
"Good morning, Jake," said Sophie cheerfully.
"Sophie, Joan," I said, "Good morning to you."
I stretched and said, "God, I'm hungry."
Joan said she'd make eggs but I reached out and held her hand.
"Sophie, this may be my last opportunity with your mom," I said.
"Can you cook breakfast while we..."
"Sure," said Sophie, hoping off the bed and walking, buck naked,
out the door. I motioned to Joan to mount me and she straddled me and
sunk slowly down the length of my cock.
"I'm gonna miss this cock," she said as she settled in place.
"Not as much as you think," I said as she began rocking back and
forth. "Bill's coming back tonight with a stiff cock and a head full of ideas
about how to use it with you."
"Hmmm, that'll be great," she purred. "But he's not as big as you."
"Perhaps not," I said. "But you'll be thankful he's not when he
fucks your ass tonight."
"Hmmm," she murmured, closing her eyes and smiling and she rode
my cock and thought not of me but her husband forcing his cock into her
nasty butt. She sped up after a few minutes and began bouncing up and
down, her eyes still closed. I reached out and squeezed her breasts then
held on to her nipples as she rode me furiously through an intense orgasm,
wetting my cock and balls with her discharge.
"If you're finished with that slut, breakfast is ready." I looked over
and saw Sophie at the doorway. Her excited eyes told me she'd been there
long enough to watch her mother cum. She'd donned a robe and was
sipping coffee, and the delicious smell of the freshly brewed coffee
convinced me to pass on a second fuck, and my own orgasm, and get up
instead.
- o -
"I called Ralph and Angela, and they wont be home until after
noon," said Joan as she joined Sophie and I at the breakfast table. I had
just finished wolfing down three scrambled eggs, toast and sausages, and
was sipping my second cup of coffee. Joan had showered and was wearing
a tee shirt and shorts. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Sophie and
I were still wearing robes.
Sophie set a plate of eggs, toast and sausages down in front of her
mother, who eyed them hungrily.
"Not so fast," I said, pulling her place mat away along with the
plate away. "Sophie, do you remember either of us telling the Joan-slut she
could dress?"
Joan frowned at me and Sophie chuckled before replying, "No,
Jake. I didn't give the slut permission."
"Strip," I said to Joan who looked exasperated, then resigned. She
rose from her chair, checked quickly so see if the drapes were drawn, then
pulled the tee shirt off. When she had pulled her shorts and panties off I
pushed the plate back and told her to eat. Naked now, Joan sat down to
eat. Sophie and I talked and sipped our coffee while Joan ate.
"How do you like three-ways," I asked Sophie.
"Great," she said. "I'm enjoying this immensely, but I'm still
looking forward to having another man as the third."
Joan lifted her eyes to look at Sophie, "You will be careful," she
said, lapsing back into her role as Sophie's mother.
Sophie was about to respond in kind but caught herself and said,
"Shut the fuck up, Joan-slut. Did I say you could open your slut mouth?"
Joan colored and resumed eating and I gave Sophie an encouraging
smile.
"So far I kind of like having another woman for sex," said Sophie.
"But I still haven't had her eat me out, without a lot of, um, other
distractions."
"You're right," I acknowledged. "And she made you suck her
pussy. Doesn't seem fair."
Sophie ordered her mother to crawl under the table and service her,
right then and there. Joan complied and Sophie edged forward in her chair
and spread open the lower half of her robe. I couldn't see what was going
on but I could hear the wet sounds of Joan's mouth and tongue at work.
"Harder, bitch!" Sophie said at one point, using her hands on her
mother's head to emphasize what she wanted. I sat back, sipping my
coffee, and watched the pleasure reflected in Sophie's lovely face. After
five or six minutes she came, and both of her hands went below the table to
hold her mother's head against her sex as she climaxed.
A half-hour later Joan joined Sophie and I in the family room after
cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Still nude, she bowed and asked if we had
any need of her. Sophie took the lead and used the tie of her robe to bind
her mother's hands together. Then she led to over to the sofa and pushed
her over the side. Joan fell forward on to the sofa cushions, face down, her
ass sticking up where she was bent over the thickly cushioned arm rest. I
sat and watched while Sophie spank her mother's ass and called her a
naughty slave, a bitch-whore, etc., etc..
Sophie stopped after at least three dozen hard spanks and I could
see that Joan's ass was quite pink.
"Do you want a turn?" asked Sophie, breathing a little hard from
the exertion.
I got up and took her place, and was surprised to hear, from Joan,
"I hope this will be better... your slut girlfriend doesn't know how to punish
a naughty slave."
"You bitch!" Sophie exclaimed, but I held up my hand and told her
to put the slut's mouth to better use. As Sophie scrambled into position on
the sofa, I began spanking Joan's ass, hard and steady, the crack of my
hand against her ass very loud in the room. Joan's ass turned from pink to
red as I swatted her, but aside from a dull moan of pain with each stroke,
she showed a remarkable tolerance and maybe even enjoyment from this
treatment.
"Fuck me,,, give me your cock," she cried only after my hand was
sore. She had just enough time to say this before Sophie shoved Joan's
face back where it had been, up against Sophie's sex. I opened my robe
and positioned my cock against her cunt, and dragged my fingernails over
her red ass as I drove to the hilt in one brutal lunge.
"Ummmph," I heard from Joan as I bottomed out against her
cervix.
I fucked her in long, quick strokes, enjoying the feeling of her cunt
on my cock and the sight of Sophie before me, her head thrown back over
the opposite end of the sofa. Her fingers were pinching and pulling her
nipples and her hips rotated in circles, pushing her sex up against her
mother's busy mouth. Sophie had cum twice when she finally righted
herself and pulled away from her mother's greedy mouth. I had felt Joan
cum as well, several minutes earlier, her copious fluids spilling on my balls.
Following my instructions, Sophie put a sofa cushion on the floor
and helped me carry Joan, still impaled on my cock, off the sofa and face
down on the floor. I rose on my arms and began fucking her again, and
found I could go faster in this position. I hammered into her as fast as I
could manage and allowed myself to cum only after I heard her cry out in
release and felt her cunt spasm around my cock. I groaned in pleasure as
my cock blasted jet after jet of hot cum into her churning cunt.
- o -
Before leaving the Patterson's we had opened every window in the
house and cleaned for an hour, changing and washing sheets, treating stains
on the furniture and carpeting and washing the bathrooms. I asked Joan to
call me the next afternoon with news of Bill's weekend (and his
homecoming), kissed mother and daughter good-bye, and left.
I got home early afternoon, just in time to be drafted by Marion and
dad to go house hunting. I met Jill for the first time, Marion's twelve-year
old daughter. She and I sat in the back of the real estate agent's minivan I
commiserated with my future sister about losing our Sunday afternoon to
this chore.
When we arrived at the fifth house of the afternoon it was clear
after less than five minutes that this would be our next house if my dad had
his way. It was a run-down Victorian dating from the late 19th century,
full of charm and clutter. It had twelve rooms, no two alike, a front and
back staircase, and lots of old-fashioned moldings and other details.
Unfortunately, it also had sagging ceilings, blocked fireplaces, damaged
walls, a forty-year old kitchen and bathroom fixtures that looked as old as
the house.
"But it's a disaster," said Marion, incredulous that Jerry would
spend more than a minute looking at the house before rushing outside to
puke.
"But think about the house it could be. Will be," he said and I
could tell from the tone of his voice that this was a project he wanted.
"Dad, Marion," I said, "Jack and I will be off for the summer in less
than a month. We can strip the walls and ceilings down to the studs,
rewire it, re-plumb it, and put up new wall board."
"I could help," said Jill.
Marion smiled at her daughter, then shot a questioning look at
Jerry.
"I'm sure," he said, nodding.
"C'mon, Jill," I said. "Let's go find our rooms."
We raced into the house and up the staircases to the third floor, and
then worked our way down. Jill was small for her age, slender and
possessed a certain impish look to her face. She had large hazel eyes, curly
brown hair, a small turned up nose and a wide smile. She reminded me
vaguely of a young Demi Moore without the tits.
The third floor had three bedrooms, each with its own sink, and one
bath. On the second floor were four bedrooms, a sitting room, two baths
and several other rooms that I assumed were closets. The only room on
the second floor with it's own private bath was also the largest, and had a
fireplace, so we assumed that would go to Marion and Jerry.
Jill fell in love with a large bay window complete with a window
seat that was in one of the second floor rooms. She sat there and her smile
faded as her glance look in the bare bulb light in the ceiling, the ancient
wall paper peeling off the walls and the dust and grime.
"This room will be beautiful," I said. "The walls and ceilings will be
brand new and you can pick what color you want them painted. A new
light fixture, of course. You can pick that out too." I moved around the
room as I talked. "The floors will be sanded and refinished so they'll shine.
I'll have to replace a couple of those glass panes, but that window will look
incredible when we're done and it's cleaned. Bunk beds over there, for
when you have a friend sleep over. Dresser here, next to the closet. Desk
there, so you can look out the window instead of doing your homework.
Maybe a rug in the center here. What do you think?"
I looked over at Jill and found her watching me, a smile on her face.
"Thanks, Jake. I think this room will be cool."
"What about your room?" she asked as we walked down to the
first floor.
"I suspect that Jack and I will end up with the two bedrooms on the
third floor, sharing the one bathroom up there, although we may have to
fight Cathy for that."
"You want to be way up there? It'll be so hot in the summer."
"It's private, though," I said. "And there's always A/C to keep it
reasonable."
"Would you bring your girlfriends up there?" she asked.
"Girlfriend, singular. I'm a one-woman man," I said, then laughed
to myself. "Her name's Sophie. You'll meet her soon I think."
We found Marion and Jerry in the kitchen.
"You've got to see beyond what's here---" he was saying.
"Nothing's here," countered Marion. Jill giggled and we all smiled
because aside from a soapstone sink and an ancient stove there was nothing
in the kitchen.
"What I meant to say," continued my dad, "is we'll take
measurements of this entire floor and draw up a half-dozen ideas for the
layout of a kitchen, the parlors, a family room and dinning room. We may
decide to put the kitchen on the other side of the bleeping house."
Marion walked over and put her arm around his back.
Accentuating her southern drawl she said, "I just love a man who gets
passionate about his home... his castle."
"Damn right," he said, hugging her to him and smiling.
- o -
Cathy got home shortly before dinner so Jack and I didn't get a
chance to talk to her until later. We had our first dinner as an extended-
family-to-be, with Marion and Jill joining Dad, Cathy, Jack and I. Cathy
wasn't quite sure about this new house when she heard about it. Jack, on
the other hand, was very happy at the prospect of at least a month's
employment fixing up the house.
"You expect to be paid?" asked my Dad.
"Of course we're going to pay them, Jerry," said Marion.
He was too happy about Marion agreeing to buy the house to argue
this one.
- o -
"He's a very sweet man," said Cathy.
"Yeah?" said Jack. "But what happened?"
"Well, the first several hours went pretty much according to the
script."
"Then?" I prompted after she paused for a long moment.
"Then he started suggesting things."
"Oh," I said. "That's good, right?"
She smiled and nodded.
I thought about it for a while and a question popped in my head.
"If you threw away the script after a few hours, did you remember
to tell him what he was supposed to do with Joan, er, Mrs. Patterson, when
he got home tonight?"
"Don't worry, Jake, Mrs. Patterson will be taken care of just fine."
I realized that getting information out of Cathy was going to be like
pulling teeth, and so I gave up.
"Was it okay, though?" asked Jack.
"It was, quite simply, a delightful, sexy weekend with a very sweet
man." She yawned and added, "who has the stamina of a bull."
Jack and I stared at each other.
"A very sweet man," he said.
"With the stamina of a bull," I said.
- o -
Joan Patterson called my Monday night as she had promised to do.
"How'd it go," I asked, hoping to get more information out of her
than I was able to get out of Cathy.
"I'm no longer a virgin," she said.
"Oh?" I said. "Oh! I see. How was it? How is he?"
"You're right, Jake, he's a changed man. It was... as if we'd never
touched before. Exciting... electric... I feel like I've just had an affair."
"You have," I reminded her.
She laughed and said, "How could I forget."
"I'm wounded," I said. "What did he tell you about his weekend?
Can you tell me the details?"
"Not really," she said. "I've got to hang up soon. I'm holding a
note from Bill that requires me to join him in the basement in just a few
minutes. He went down there as soon as he came home for work and the
again after dinner, He's been building something in his wood shop."
"What does the note say?"
Joan giggled and read.
"Dear Fuck-toy:
I want your slut ass in the basement at 11:30. Don't be late
and don't wear any clothes.
Your Master,
Bill"
"But it's eleven-thirty now," I said.
"Uh huh," she said, in no hurry.
"Are you naked?"
"Under my robe, yes."
"I should let you go," I said. "He'll punish you if you're late."
"I know," she said. "One other thing, Jake... if you think you're
finished with me, after this last weekend, you're kidding yourself."
And then the line went dead.
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