Jasons and the Johnsons

Madeline though was more sympathetic. She didn't like the suggestive atmosphere of a bedroom but she understood that they should have at least some privacy. They could not demonstrate that they could be trusted as long as they were not provided with some freedom.

However, there was a complication for Saturday. Jason was coming over to study right after lunch. Mr. Johnson would not be home because he had a standing golf outing on Saturday afternoons. Mrs. Johnson would be home but she had wanted to do some gardening by the pool. Even their youngest daughter, Patty, would be away for the day. Mr. Johnson, therefore, suggested at Friday dinner that Bridget cancel the study session. Bridget became very upset, which was itself rather surprising. She hadn't seen Jason for days and they had previously agreed to let him come over. It just didn't seem fair. However, the fact that she was actually disagreeing with him was itself disturbing to Mr. Johnson. He did not like the effect Jason was having on her.

Mrs. Johnson was also concerned with Bridget's outburst of defiance but she did not want to escalate the growing conflict. She offered a compromise. Perhaps they could study by the pool? She would even make some lemonade as it was going to be a hot day, and Jason could bring over his swim trucks. They could take a break every once and awhile, and cool off with a swim.

Bridget was delighted with that proposal, but it was nixed by her father. The whole thought of his daughter lounging around in her bathing suit with Jason? That was hardly the right atmosphere for good behavior, let alone studying. No, the pool was out.

Mrs. Johnson then noted that she would not be long in the garden and while she was there it would be fine for Jason to be in Bridget's room as long as he sat by the window where she could keep her eye on him. Frankly, that was more supervision than would be provided if she was in the house.

Mr. Johnson could live with that, but it was now Bridget's turn to object. Bridget found the idea of Jason sitting at the window to be ridiculous, even demeaning.

It was tough being the one in the middle, trying to make everybody happy, but Mrs. Johnson eventually convinced Bridget to accept the compromise. It would not really be any different than usual. Even when a parent was in the house Jason was never allowed to sit on her bed. He always had to sit in a chair, a good distance from the bed. The only difference would be that Bridget had to put the chair by the window so that her mother could keep an eye on him.

Bridget acquiesced. The only alternative was to be in the study, and anything was better than having to spend her time with Jason in the study. They did occasionally kiss and make-out in her bedroom, for the briefest of moments and obviously unbeknownst to her parents. Jason having to sit beside the window would temporarily halt that, but once her mother was in the house they could resume their furtive dalliances. It was much harder to do that in the study, as the study was on the main floor and you never knew when someone might just walk by.

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Mrs. Johnson greeted Jason at the door when he arrived. Mr. Johnson had already left for golf. Jason found Mrs. Johnson to be her usually attractive self. She was a striking woman and Jason could tell from whom Bridget got her good looks. "Jason, so lovely to see you again. Please, please, do come in."

"Yes, well, thank you Mrs. Johnson."

Jason always felt a bit uncomfortable with Mrs. Johnson. Actually, he felt rather uncomfortable with both of Bridget's parents. It wasn't hard to understand the discomfort with Mr. Johnson. Every boy who attempted to date Bridget could attest to that. His discomfort with Mrs. Johnson though was more confusing. She was very warm and engaging, quite the opposite of Mr. Johnson. The problem was that her engaging warmth was coupled with an evident sexual appeal, and perhaps even a sexual aura. There was always something sexually provocative about her, and it seemed to be increasing over the last few weeks. Jason usually attributed this to his own frustrated hormones coupled with her evident good lucks. But, there were times he wasn't so sure. There were times she seemed herself to be equally frustrated.

And one could not deny how provocative she appeared right now. She was wearing only a bathrobe.

"Jason, I'm so sorry for my appearance. I'm afraid you've caught me at a disadvantage. I was just getting out of the shower. I must have lost track of the time."

"Uh, that's fine, Mrs. Johnson, don't worry, I'll just go up to Bridget's room."

Mrs. Johnson held her robe shut with her left hand and placed her right on Jason's arm. "Oh, no Jason, I'm afraid Bridget actually isn't home yet."

"She's not home?" That was odd. He wasn't appreciably early. She should be there. How could she have forgotten?

Mrs. Johnson chuckled at his evident concern. "No, no, don't you worry, Jason. She will be here shortly. She's just running a little late."

"Oh, um, ok." Jason could smell the fragrant scent of her shampoo and bath oil.

"Well, Jason, you are looking like quite the handsome young man today."

"Yes, well, thank you, Mrs. Johnson. You really look quite good yourself."

'What the heck was I thinking?' he said to himself. His face flushed with embarrassment over that faux pas. He was pretty darn lucky that Mr. Johnson wasn't there to hear it. He might be out the front door right then.

Mrs. Johnson, though, was not at all bothered. In fact, she was rather flattered, even pleased.

It was nice being flattered once again and, in this case, by such a good looking young man. It made her feel a bit young herself. She thought of a recent dream of him and flushed a bit herself. "Well, thank you, Jason, how nice of you to say so." She squeezed his arm and smiled sweetly at him. "Here, let me help you with your jacket." She took his math book and helped him get out of his jacket.

Jason couldn't help but notice the touch of her full breasts against his back as she helped him out of the jacket. He could tell that she was braless. He even wondered if he might have felt her nipple. He could feel himself swelling in his pants. "Thank you, Mrs. Johnson."

Before she hung his jacket on the hooks by the door she traced her hand across his back. "My, you have quite the shoulders for such a young man, Jason."

"Uh, yea, well, I work out a bit."

"It certainly shows." As she hung up his jacket she asked, "Would you like a cola, Jason?"

"No, no, that won't be necessary, Mrs. Johnson. I'll just go to Bridget's room."

"Well, you will be a bit lonely there, Jason." She reached out and took his hand, letting go of the robe. His eyes naturally want to the deep cleavage now showing through the opening. "Here, why don't you come upstairs with me. We can keep each other company."

"Um, well, sure, certainly Mrs. Johnson." He followed her upstairs. Jason openly watched the delightful swivel of her hips as she climbed the stairs. With her being a few steps in front of him he would have had trouble ignoring them as his face was precisely at the level of her bottom. He even detected a bit of a wiggle of her soft buttocks.

Mrs. Johnson paused on the stairs to point out a picture of Bridget when she was just twelve. She looked back and saw Jason's eyes focused on her derriere. He almost bumped right into it.

Jason heard her giggle and felt a bit flustered. He looked up at her. She was no longer looking at him as she was pointing at the picture of Bridget. "She was quite the darling back then, wasn't she Jason."

He looked at the picture. "Oh yes, yes she was, Mrs. Johnson."

"I have some more pictures of her upstairs Jason, in our bedroom. Would you like to see them?"

He had never been in that room before. The thought of it seemed a bit awkward. "Uh, well, perhaps I will just wait in Bridget's room." As he said that, though, he knew it was a mistake. You don't decline a request of a girl's mother to spend time with her, particularly when the purpose was to look at the family album. This might in fact be a good opportunity to get Mrs. Johnson on his side. He corrected his error. "No, hey, of course, sure, I'd like to see them."

"Well, good. I think you will enjoy seeing them." He couldn't help but fantasize about what she meant by "them."

Jason followed Mrs. Johnson into her bedroom. She directed him to sit on the bed as she got the photo album. Jason felt quite awkward being in her bedroom, sitting on her bed, and Mrs. Johnson dressed only in a bathrobe. It became even more difficult when she bent over to retrieve the photo album. The front of her robe spread open, and he could now see much of her luscious full breasts. His eyes widened in shock and wonder. 'She's so big!' he thought. Her hanging jugs rocked and wiggled as she worked to find the photo album. His dick now fully swelled.

As Mrs. Johnson turned toward him, she could tell that he was getting excited. She knew this was a bit wrong, flirting with her daughter's boyfriend, but she had no intention of carrying it too far. She just wanted to have a little fun. She felt so frustrated.

"Mother! I'm home!" It was Bridget. She had returned. Bridget immediately looked to see if Jason was in the parlor, but nobody was there. She called upstairs, "Is Jason here?"

"Oh my gosh Mrs. Johnson. I have to go!" Jason quickly stood up and turned to extricate himself from her bedroom. It just didn't seem right to be there, with her undressed the way she was.

"Jason, wait," Mrs. Johnson commanded.

Jason stopped just as he was about to get out of the room. He turned back, but only halfway so that he wouldn't actually be looking at her.

Bridget called upstairs, "Is he up there with you?"

"Mrs. Johnson, I need to go."

Mrs. Johnson understood that. She also would not want Bridget to see them together like this. It was perfectly innocent, but it could be misunderstood. She just wanted to remind Jason of one thing. "Be sure to say something nice about her hair."

"What?" He replied, incredulously. 'What is it with women and their hair?' he wondered.

Mrs. Johnson moved up close to him, her robe still opened in front. He could see a good portion of her white mounds bobbing and jiggling as she approached. She leaned into him, allowing a deeper look down her robe and another reminder of her bath oil. She explained the importance of her hair.

"Bridget was late because she was at the parlor, getting a new hairstyle. She's very excited about it. Be sure to let her know how pretty it looks."

Jason was relieved, and grateful. That was in fact very good advice. He smiled at her. "Sure, yea, thanks Mrs. Johnson, I'll be sure."

"Good boy," she replied. "Now, you two go have fun."

Before he left, he was careful to maintain his manners. "It was very nice speaking to you, Mrs. Johnson." This was fine, but he followed with the cliche, "I hope we can do this again sometime." As soon as he said that, he realized the error. But, there was no time to correct his mistake.

Mrs. Johnson laughed. She knew he didn't really mean it. It was kind of cute though.

He dashed through the door and down the hall. When he was far enough from her room, he called out, "Hi Bridget. It's me. I'm up here."

Bridget perked up at the sound of his voice. "Oh, good. I'll be right up." She hung her coat on the hook by the door and scampered upstairs.

Jason met her at the top of the stairs. She stopped when she saw him. She realized that it was a mistake to be running. Her hair might get messed up.

Jason was glad she stopped. It gave him some time to admire the way she looked.. She was wearing a pink chiffon sweater with a wide swing skirt, sprinkled with pink polka dots. Her white socks even matched, as they had little pink wavy lines. Even her sneakers were pink. And, she clearly had made a major change to her hairstyle. Bridget had curly blonde hair. However, today she had a soft and wavy Sandra Dee look. And, it did work. She looked adorable. Her sparkling large green eyes gazed at him, waiting for him to say something, to notice her hair.

"Your hair is really nice today, Bridget, did you do something new with it?"

Bridget beamed. "Why Jason, thank you. It wasn't much." She was lying through her teeth about that. She had been worried that he wouldn't like it. She fiddled with one of her waves, letting him admire it further, and then dashed up the rest of the way. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, grasped his hand in hers, and pulled him toward her bedroom.

Mrs. Johnson called out from her bedroom. "Be sure to keep the door open."

"Yes, mother!" Bridget called back, with evident frustration in her voice.

The hall phone rang as they approached the bedroom. Mrs. Johnson called out. "Bridget, that's your father. Please get it for me. I can't come out there. I'm not yet dressed."

Jason felt a twitch in his cock as she reminded him of that fact. Bridget, however, sighed with annoyance. She was running late and didn't appreciate that her mother continued to take time away from her time with Jason. Nevertheless, there was of course no way her mother could get the phone if she wasn't dressed. As she was bringing the receiver to her ear though she did wonder what Jason was doing upstairs if her mother wasn't dressed.

Her thoughts were distracted by the sound of her father's voice. "Honey, is that you? Where is your mother?"

"She's in the bedroom, daddy. She told me to get the phone."

"That's fine, sweetie. I'm just calling about dinner." Her father often called from work to let Mrs. Johnson know what he'd like for dinner. Bridget was now really annoyed. It was bad enough that her father was so restrictive of her time with Jason; now he even made her take his stupid dinner instructions when she could instead be with Jason. However, she listened patiently as he went through his instructions.

Jason was also feeling rather impatient. He was now rather worked up. He couldn't wait to get to the bedroom. All he could think about now were Bridget's tender, sweet breasts. They looked like big pink cotton balls in her sweater. He recalled what she said on the phone to him, and so boldly reached out to grasp each of her young round breasts in his hands.

He had never been so brash like this before. It shocked Bridget. Not only had he not done something like this before, but he was doing it right in the hallway of her parents' house, with daddy on the phone and her mother around the corner. Her eyes opened in shock and surprise.

She put her hand on the receiver and exclaimed, "Jason, stop that!" She did not, however, push him away. She liked it when he touched her, and they were probably safe with her mother getting dressed, at least for awhile. Besides, it only seemed fair given that her father was using their time. In fact, it was actually kind of fun like this; talking to her father while her boyfriend played with her boobies. If daddy only knew.

"Yes, daddy, you want mashed potatoes tonight. I got that. Do you want them all soft and squishy?" She smiled flirtatiously at Jason, as he mashed and squished her breasts through the sweater. Jason's cock was now quite notably hard.

"What?" Her father had no idea what she was talking about. "Just have your mother make them per usual." Sometimes his daughter could act so dense. "Has Jason arrived?"

"Yes, daddy," she replied, looking conspiratorially at him as he fondled her boobs. She could feel her nipples getting very stiff. She pushed her breasts out to him, encouraging him to do more.

Jason decided to try to venture where nobody had ever gone before. He reached under her skirt for her pussy.

"Well, put him on the phone."

"He's kind of busy, daddy," she replied, trying to use one hand to keep Jason from reaching up her skirt as she used the other for the phone.

"Bridget, this is your father speaking to you. Now, I asked you to put Jason on the phone!"

"Ok, you don't have to shout."

He wasn't shouting, but he was annoyed with her, per usual.

Bridget handed the phone to Jason. It was actually good timing. His hand was moving up to her panties and she really didn't think she was ready for something like that. "He wants to speak to you."

Jason froze. "Me?" he asked, his hand resting on her soft warm thigh. It was like he was caught by her father with his hand in the cookie jar. Although, in this case, he hadn't actually even reached her cookie. He pulled his hand from beneath her skirt and took the phone.

"Mr. Johnson? You wanted to speak to me?"

"Hello, Jason, this is Mr. Johnson."

"Yes sir, I know," he replied, feeling concerned and apprehensive about what he wanted to say to him. He was glad this was at least over the phone, as he figured that Mr. Johnson would easily detect that he had been up to something by the look on his face. Perhaps though he could tell as well by the sound of his voice. He tried to calm down. "What is it that you wanted to speak to me about, sir?"

Mr. Johnson just wanted to reiterate to Jason the house rules, the importance of adhering to them, and how much his daughter met to him. Jason had heard this lecture many times before. Frankly, he was beginning to resent it. He would hate to have a father like that. He almost wanted to "do" his daughter just to get back at him, but he wouldn't do anything like that. He liked Bridget very much. If this is what it took to date her, he would be patient.

Bridget would have stopped Jason before he had touched her down there, between her legs, without her father's interference, but she was herself now feeling emboldened and rebellious. It was in fact a rather safe environment to try new things. Jason wouldn't push things too far while they were in the hallway of their house, her mother just around the corner. She could push the envelope without fear that he would rip it open. In any case, she was herself getting rather aroused by their sex play. It was actually a little exciting to be doing this while speaking to her father on the phone. While Jason was speaking to her dad, she reached out and traced a finger down his bulging erection.

It was now Jason's turn for his eyes to widen in shock and surprise. She was touching him! She was actually touching him right on his erection. Holy cow! But, could she have possibly picked a worse time? Well, he was not about to question her timing; any time was better than no time.

It was in fact fun to be hearing Mr. Johnson lecture him about behaving himself as his daughter was running her fingers up and down his cock. He looked back and forth between Bridget's fingers and her face, although the greatest pleasure was simply the feel of her pinky tracing along his stiffness. This was so much better than his own hand.

Bridget might even be enjoying it more. She was surprised at how firm and hard he felt. It was like when he clenched his biceps for her. She had enjoyed that. Her man showing her his muscles. She thought they were ever so big. But, this muscle was even more intriguing. She wondered how big it was.

However, they both heard Mrs. Johnson coming out of the bedroom. Bridget quickly pulled back and Jason turned away to get his bulge out of her line of sight.

"Here, let me talk to him myself," she directed.

Jason nodded and said, "Mr. Johnson, your wife wants to talk to you. Here she is." He was glad to end that conversation, although not so glad for Bridget to be interrupted. He handed the phone to her mother.

As he was doing so he turned toward her, noticing that she was wearing a rather tight t-shirt, and quite evidently with no bra. Her bulbous breasts wiggled and shook beneath the thin cotton as she reached for the phone. He could even clearly see her nipples poking through.

Mrs. Johnson noticed as well Jason's bulge. She smiled, thinking that it was due to him still thinking of their moment within the bedroom. She was quite flattered, and impressed. Youngsters had so much stamina. But, she did wonder if he should be more careful around Bridget. Bridget though didn't seem, to her, to be noticing anything. As she brought the phone to her ear, her husband's voice distracted her attention away from her concern. Bridget and Jason took the opportunity to retire to the bedroom.