A New Way of Seeing Things Ch. 18

She returned a short time later with a warm washcloth to find that Tim had obeyed her instruction and was even now lying back, arms folded behind his head, smile on his face, the picture of contentment. She suppressed a giggle at the thought that he looked the same way when he had eaten a good meal. The still-nude woman kneeled on the edge of the bed and began to gently daub away the rapidly liquefying glob of pearl-white. She had planned to quickly wipe down the tool that had just helped give her so much pleasure, but another impulse came to mind. Almost without thinking, she bobbed her head and took the soft, spongy member between her lips, gently suckling their mixed juices from it. Both essences, male and female, were easily identifiable to her, one still new and a little strange, the other stirring old memories. Gwen knew how incredibly deviant the act was, and that she didn't care—she just hoped her husband would see it as proof of how much she loved him.

"Uhh, honey, that feels really, really good, but it might be a little bit before I can go again, if you know what I mean," he said apologetically. "But if you'd like, I can get you ready."

Gwen released his member and looked back at him. "No, that's alright. Just call that a goodnight kiss and maybe we can continue in the morning." They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Despite their best intentions, the next morning was too busy to follow through on her suggestion. Gwen was in the barn when she heard the expected sound of Alison's car coming up the driveway. Her daughter's busy schedule had kept her from making it up to the house the past few weeks; she had promised that she and Jason would be there for a dinner today. A ride up the ridge was a given.

"No Jason?" Gwen asked as she exited the stable and looked beyond Ali towards the car.

"Golfing with his boss and a couple of other guys from work. He promised he'd be here in time for dinner."

"There's no hurry—it's just us four, and we're just going to put things on the grill."

The pair made their way up the trail after father had said hello to daughter, Gwen on Dart and Alison on Dancer. Talk revolved around Alison and Jason's busy work schedules, Gwen finding no need to prompt her daughter for details as they chattered. The conversation finally lulled as they reached a fork in the path—Gwen taking a left to go up and over the other side of the hill rather than a right to the family's picnic table—and they rode on in silence for a short distance.

"Alison, when you, uhh, found those things in my closet, did you show them to Jason?"

Ali turned to look at her mother, eyes wide. Should she lie? Would she know? Maybe she hadn't completely cleaned up the evidence after all...her upbringing forced out the truth. "I didn't show them to him, he was just kinda there when I found them..."

Her mother's face twisted into a look of horror. "Oh my God, he must think I'm horribly nasty..."

"No Mom, he doesn't think that at all! He was fine with it—I mean, it's not the first time he's seen stuff like that...I've got some too, remember?"

"But his own mother-in-law, with those things...I'm so sorry, honey, you must have been so embarrassed."

"Mom, stop! Both he and I think it's cool you, uhh, have things like that. You said you wanted to talk about stuff like this, so here goes. Mom, really, we think it's great. I mean, he looks at you as an older version of me. If you're still—active—then, when I get to your age, maybe I'll look as good as you do and will still be...active...too. Like I said, he knows what those things in your boot are for—he knows I use mine. Sometimes, we use them when we're together."

Gwen blushed and looked down at the Dart's mane at the mention of her daughter's sex life. Thoughts of her daughter, vibrator in hand while her handsome son-in-law looked on, popped up before being angrily dismissed by the Lady. "Still..."

"Still nothing," Ali curtly replied in a voice that reminded Gwen of how she would end arguments with her children.

"And since you got to ask me an embarrassing question," he daughter continued while drawing a deep breath, "I get to ask you one."

Embarrassing for you? Gwen thought. Imagine how I feel! She said nothing and waited.

"Are you and Daddy, umm, OK in the bedroom?"

The older woman's eyes snapped to her daughter's face to find her resolutely staring forward, blushing furiously. "Everything is just fine there," she replied edgily. "We had you and your sister, didn't we?"

"Twenty-three and nineteen years ago, respectively," Ali drily reminded her. "Jason gets a little cranky if we don't...you know...at least twice a week."

The image of her daughter and son-in-law made another appearance before again being banished. "Everything is just fine," Gwen repeated in a calmer voice. "Why would you even ask that?"

Alison hesitated before answering. "Well, when I was in school, a lot of my friends said that if you don't give guys...that, they'll find it somewhere, and even though Aunt Natalie did a pretty good job of convincing me it was only true for some guys, and those were the ones that were always looking for more no matter how much you gave 'em, I just always kinda assumed that you and Daddy weren't doing it much, and I always worried that he might try and find it somewhere else. I mean, he's my father, but he's still a guy...

But when I found your vibrators, I thought that maybe Daddy was the one who didn't want to, you know, and you were just taking care of yourself."

Your Aunt Natalie gave them to me, remember?" Gwen reminded her. "And you have some, too. You just said you and Jason were, uhh, active."

"We are! But I've had mine ever since I was teenager, before I knew Jason, and he travels a lot, so they help when he's gone...besides, like I said, it turns him on to watch me using mine. Oh God, I can't believe I told my own mother that!"

"Seems like we're both telling each other things we would never imagine hearing." And if I told you what I had in my mouth last night, she thought, you'd probably gallop off screaming. "But to answer your question again, yes, everything is fine, I'm fine, your father is fine, and we're both fine in that department. Alright?"

The calming smile on her mother's face did its work. Alison smiled back, and the discussion eventually returned to more mundane topics.

Both women were more than ready for a swim after their ride and made their way to their respective bedrooms to change. Alison pulled on the tried and true bikini she had left at the house for these occasions, smiling as she remembered her mother's faint hints of disapproval at her selection every time she had worn it in the past. She was therefore surprised to step into the kitchen to find her mother dressed in a two-piece even more revealing than her own.

"Wow Mom, lookin' good!"

Gwen blushed and resisted the urge to reach for something to cover up. "Thank you. I'm hoping Jason won't be over until I've changed into something more appropriate."

"I think Jason's gonna be disappointed if he gets here after you change." Gwen shot her daughter a stare, but Alison just laughed and made her way up to the pool.

Mother and daughter were soon joined by Tim, and the three cooled off for some time before Gwen made her way back down to the house to begin dinner preparations. Alison and her father joined her soon after.

Jason's mother-in-law was dressed in more conservative jeans and a blouse when he arrived an hour later. The young man had obviously been sweating heavily even thought the drive had given the air conditioning time to dry his shorts and shirt, and after a quick kiss from his wife, was sent to shower.

"Use our bathroom, dear," Gwen called from over her shoulder as she worked at the stove. "I just cleaned it this morning. I left some towels out for you." Jason made his way down the hall and closed the door behind him before beginning to strip. He briefly considered a plan to get Ali in there with him for a little fun, but discarded the idea as too risky and too obvious. When they got home though, he promised himself, he would be making up for time lost he while he was on the road the upcoming week.

His sweat-stained clothes in a pile next to his duffle bag, Jason looked back one more time to find the towel he knew he would eventually need before he stepped into the shower. He found the towel, and something else as well. Hanging on the door were three small triangles of fabric, strings dangling from their corners. Underwear? Jason took a closer look. A bikini, and not one he had ever seen Ali in. Gwen Nelson owned a bikini? Not possible! Ever since he had started dating Alison Nelson, her mother-in-law had worn a very modest one-piece suit when swimming and a robe over that when not, things that seemed more at home on his grandmother than his stealthily hot mother-in-law. A quick examination of the damp top hanging on the middle hook confirmed it was indeed a bikini. On the hook to the right hung the bottom. He looked about nervously before removing it from the hanger. This couldn't be hers, this had to be Alison's. His imagination said otherwise, and the idea that this piece of fabric may have been the only thing between his mother-in-law's pussy and the admiring world, the same pussy that had probably swallowed that huge dildo in her closet...his cock began to swell at the thought. He found the crotch of the garment and brought it to his nose, hoping for the bouquet of her flower, disappointed to find only chlorine. With a smile, he slid the bottoms across his stiff cock twice, then rehung them on the hook along with the top. He splattered the shower wall with his ejaculation a short time later, his post-orgasmic clearness of mind convincing him the bikini had to be his wife's.

The steaks were already on the grill when he emerged from the bathroom. He and Alison spent a couple of hours sitting with her parents in the shade of the deck off the kitchen before finally deciding to get home and prepare for the business trip he would be beginning the next day.

Alison had already started her car when Jason rushed back to her open window. "Hey, are you forgetting your bathing suit?"

"No, I always leave it here."

"Oh. I saw a black bikini hanging in your parents bathroom and thought it might be a new one you bought that you wanted to take with you."

"I hung my suit in the bathroom across from my bedroom after I changed. The red one I keep here. The one in my parents' bathroom is probably my Mom's."

"Oh, Uhh, never mind, then. See you when we get home." Jason walked back to his SUV, his mind whirling. It was his mother-in-law's! Again he began to stiffen at the thought of his mother-in-law both in the bikini and out of it, the urge not subsiding until he had thoroughly fucked her daughter.

Tim and Gwen finished the cleanup and went about their normal evening routine, horses bedded down for the night before a couple of hours of TV. She was the first to head for the bedroom, Tim waiting for one more look at the weather before joining her.

She quickly glanced out from where she stood at the bathroom mirror, past the partially open door, into the bedroom where she could hear her husband moving about. Something was out of place, not right. It took her a moment to realize it was her bathing suit. Both top and bottom occupied a single hook; she always hung them separately after a swim to allow them to dry more completely. How had they gotten on the same hook? Perhaps the bottoms had fallen, and Tim had picked them up. Or maybe Jason had...she had only remembered where her bikini hung after she had offered him their shower that afternoon. It was too late then to move it, and Gwen hoped he wouldn't notice it. Perhaps he had. Gwen was both embarrassed and aroused at the idea he might have held the garment which had so recently been covering her private parts. A long streak of dried something on the fabric reflected dully as she turned it over. Gwen clucked disapprovingly at her carelessness. How could she have spilled something on them? The bottoms were rinsed to remove whatever was there and rehung before she joined her husband in the bedroom. What she had started by cleaning him the night before she intended to finish.