helped Diane off of the couch, but she still couldn't support her weight very well. "Could you help me to the bathtub?" she asked; was happy to oblige.
One in the bathroom, Diane closed the toilet lid, sat down, and took off her shirt and skirt, revealing what little she hadn't showed off before. Her pussly lips were still glistening, and a small pool of 's cum pooled on the toilet lid. Because she couldn't reach, helped by pulling her socks off of her feet. Diane then crawled into the bathtub while turned on a heavy pour of very warm water.
"Diane, do *you* want me?" he asked as the water ran.
Diane looked up at curiously, the string of jism still decorating her face: she seemed to have forgotten about it. "What do you mean, ?" she asked carefully, trying slowly to relax her legs, with her pussy lips visible between them.
considered how comfortable being in control of the sitatuation made him as he continued. "I enjoyed sex with you, and I'm glad you like it. But I didn't ask you for it: you were the one in charge. Did you want to have sex with me before?"
Diane furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. "It's complicated." she pursed her lips. "I guess I did, although I didn't really admit it to myself. It's easier now: this sex thing actually makes things simpler. You were a good kid, with a nice body," she smiled impishily, "and it's hard to find a man with both qualities when you've got two teenaged daughters.
"But it's more than that," she continued. "Like Jen said, I'm going to be having a lot of sex. A lot of it. My boss, probably guys on the street." Her eyes opened wide with realization. "Or girls on the street. Holy fuck, I just realized that," she said, letting a hand drift absently to her cunt. She looked to , eyes full of focus, and spiced slightly with lust. "It's okay. It's totally new, but I don't actually have any problems with it. But if I'm going to get fucked on a regular basis, I want to have some say in who. I want some of it to be with a guy who I know is good at heart."
She licked her lips slightly, fingering the top of her pussy-lips gently as she saw 's penis swell again at the spectacle before him. "And the fact that you're a teenager makes it more fun."
Jennifer appeared at the open bathroom door. She wore a pink tee-shirt whose sleeves barely made it past her shoulders, whose bottom barely made it over her areolae --- and nothing else, showing off a neatly trimmed line of brown curls adorning her outer netherlips. "Mom, do I have to dress up? Most of my new clothes are really slutty, but I kind of like them." She looked over and saw , who was still totally naked, his erection proudly jutting from his lap. "Oh, hi ," she said, remembering he was there. She qucikly moved to cover her pussy, but looked confused and then uncovered it.
Diane sighed. "Jennifer, I want you to start getting into the habit of dressing at least somewhat decently. I don't want the wrong kind of boy asking you for a fuck."
Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Mom! Every girl on the bus was dressed like a stripper, whore, or a dominatrix. If I don't dress that way, people will think I'm totally frigid." She smirked wickedly. "Or maybe a very sheltered and innocent girl."
DIane shook her head. "We'll talk about this later. For now, I want you to cover yourself up the best you can."
Jennifer's eyes drifted down to 's erect member. "Uh, does he have to dress up too? Um, he's ... hard." A finger absently toyed with her short brown curls.
Diane looked to Jennifer impatiently. "Just go get dressed. There'll be plenty of time to gawk at 's penis later. Now, please." Jennifer's eyes widened with shock, and a wave of mixed annoyance and confusion crossed her face as she stormed off to her room.
Diane chuckled, looking at you knowingly. "She likes you. But you'd better get dressed. I'll be down in twenty minutes or so. Thanks for your help, ."
obliged, leaving Diane to something resembling privacy. "My pleasure, Diane." |