All Grown Up Ch. 01

For his part Sean was mostly bemused. He continued to remind her regularly and in many silly and romantic ways that she was the only woman for him.

It wasn't his affections that she was nervous about. Over the next few weeks Sean got a lot of attention from attractive classmates from seniors on down to a few brave freshmen. They approached him with not-so-veiled innuendo; even a few of her 'friends' asked if they were exclusive!

Amy was very careful to make sure he was not on his own at school at all for the next month before she felt things had calmed down.

It wasn't that she was always nagging him. They really did enjoy just spending time with one another. She had learned through her many impulsive attempts to push boundaries just where his limits were and was grudgingly content to take care of herself. She did wonder that her own drive was so much higher than his, but then again she mused that he worked a physical job which probably worked off a lot of his 'frustration'.

The fact that they were both extremely busy helped immensely. Between his job, Antony (his Piiers family mentoring responsibility) and a steady increase in elective science courses, Sean didn't have a lot of free time on his hands. His peers saw him as geeky, his obsession with water purity and availability well known. Sean's passion for the subject had his teachers scrambling to find ways to provide him with resources, extra courses, college credit- anything to encourage the young man they were so impressed with.

Amy's distraction came from her social nature. She was equally sure what she wanted to do with her life, she was very outgoing and seemed to be able to talk to everyone about anything. People easily picked up on this and even as a young teen Amy seemed to find ways to get people to talk. From her teachers to friends of friends, the lithe brunette had a gift for getting people to open up. Her teachers began encouraging her to look into counselling or even psychiatry as a career.

As their Junior year wore on their passion was easily stoked and without an outlet the couple struggled to keep from crossing the line time after time. They eventually turned it into a game, pushing the envelope, without losing control... it was a maddening and glorious time for them.

Amy turned eighteen in early March of their Junior year. Sean would turn in late-May, both a year behind their peers for different reasons. As if reading their thoughts, Lydia sat the teens down and had a 'refresher talk' about sex dominating relationships and usually destroying them.

Amy's growing desires were unquenched by the tactic, but Sean took Lydia's reminder quite seriously. So seriously in fact that they had a major fight when he was barely able to make out with her on her birthday, he seemed to be sure she was going to jump his bones. The dark haired girl had never been more frustrated in her life.

They got past the fight with a lot of tenderness, apologies from both sides and an agreement that they were not ready to 'go all the way, yet', which put Sean at ease. However Amy could hardly wait till he would stop making her wait.

The fact that less than three months remained until Sean was 'legal' was a looming issue. They had separately entertained thoughts of how to celebrate the coming landmark, yet in a move uncommon for them they never openly discussed it.

Both were nervous about taking that final step into a sexual relationship, Sean was especially mindful of 'the Talk'. Thoughts of sex seemed to immediately be associated with losing Amy. He knew it wasn't rational, and his control was sorely tested by his gorgeous - and constantly horny - girlfriend. Yet he couldn't quite get past that fear.

Amy was even more conflicted. She had moved past her hangups about sex ruining their relationship, yet she knew the control it had upon Sean.

Her self-exploration had only led her to want more, and her admiration for Sean's dedication was an old and weak argument when her body heated up. She honestly wondered if she could wait until he turned eighteen, even though they had yet to confirm that they were going to go all the way as soon as they could 'legally'.

Before that fateful date approached, in fact a mere two weeks after Amy turned 18, another major event took place that changed the course of the young couple's lives. Earlier that year, Amy's mom had found a man. Actually, it was more that a man found her, and he pursued her doggedly; he needed to as she was usually very good at avoiding male attention.

At 39, Lydia was still a beautiful woman and as such was well practiced in brush off lines. Yet this man was not to be dissuaded, and she finally assented to date her persistent suitor.

Both of the Anastos ladies were quite attractive. Now that she was nearly grown up, Amy displayed the beauty she would carry into adulthood. She looked a lot like her mom, only not as well developed in either her chest or her hips.

They both had unblemished light olive complexions, with classically beautiful faces that caused many heads to turn. Their large, expressive brown eyes were surrounded with thick lashes and they had wide lips under a pert nose.

The daughter's recent growth spurt finally matched her mom's 5' 10" height. Mother and daughter alike were lithe and slender with long,straight, jet black hair that almost touched their shapely, tight bottoms.

Lydia had considerably more up top, and Amy couldn't wait for her own 'champagne glass tits' to develop more like her mother's breasts, which were more than a handful, yet rode firmly high on her chest. Amy's own sensitive nipples were bigger than pencil erasers and pointed somewhat upwards. Her small breasts narrowed to points much the way her mom's did which gave her hope for 'more to come'.

Sean had no clue what his folks had looked like, having been orphaned very early and bounced around the foster care system until arriving in Fox Run. He was hoping to get that last inch to six foot, but being a mere inch taller than his love was not a big deal to either of them. He was thankful that Amy was just self-conscious enough of her height to dislike heels.

The young man still didn't pack a lot of bulk on his lean muscular frame, and his once brown hair was now mostly sun-bleached blonde. One of Amy's favorite features were his hazel eyes, which she said were very intense when he became aroused. His strong jaw, combined with the way he squinted when he smiled made Amy think of Jason Bateman, who she considered very attractive.

Amusingly, when she told him this, he immediately responded that she reminded him of Marion Cotillard... he had to google a picture of the French actress on his phone before she'd let it go. At least she was flattered, though not comparing her to a super famous model seemed like the worst insult he'd managed to stumble into. He'd never understand Amy's insecurity about her looks.

One evening in early April, Lydia formally invited Sean to the family's first meal with her boyfriend, Steven Stanton. In fact he had a college aged daughter who he brought to the event as well. Steven was quite impressed with how attentive Sean was to Amy as well as respectful to both he and Lydia. His own beautiful daughter Brittany teased the young couple, yet never caught the young man's eye, perhaps more impressive still. The five of them had a great first 'family meal' though Lydia thought Brittany might have actually been jealous of Sean's devotion to his girlfriend.

To Amy, Brittany seemed very mature - she was twenty-two and a junior in college - and worldly, speaking several languages and wearing designer clothing. Yet her soon-to-be sister was almost the picture of the bubbly blonde in public. The two girls got along, and as the weeks marched towards spring and the big event they spent some time together, and they easily agreed: their parents were completely smitten with one another. The couple announced their engagement after only two months, and planned to marry immediately; both girls were happy for their parents.

The only fly in the ointment was Brittany's view of Sean. She called him Amy's 'boy', and had to be asked to stop when she kept telling Amy she could do so much better. Amy never realized that by ignoring Brittany in favor of his girlfriend, Sean had made an enemy. Sean never told Amy about the times that Brittany flirted with him - and twice even groped him, he was afraid that it would only cause problems, so he just avoided the older blonde.

Another issue - at least for Amy - was sex, or her unfulfilled hunger for it. She was finally eighteen and still waiting, but more to the point, her mom and Steven made love quite often beginning only a week after they became engaged. She couldn't help hearing them, and of course not being able to do anything but masturbate endlessly was driving her nuts. She even tried using their activity to influence Sean, but his argument that they were twenty years older shot her down cold.

The sex she could hear several nights a week was anything but cold. The first time she heard them she was embarrassed. Soon she was curious, however her voyeuristic impulses were muted at first by the speeches. As the weeks passed her resolve was weakened by the couple's vocal encounters.

When her parents had made love they were just down the hall from Amy's room, and she could hear them clearly as Lydia was often loud in her passion.

Perhaps to avoid just that issue, her mother and her fiance only had sex in the sun room, which was on the other side of the house from Amy's bedroom. The southern half of the house had a large, two-floor room which contained reflective windows stretching all the way to the second floor ceiling. It had a wet bar on one end and the perimeter was filled with plants. The dominant feature however was a large pillow-pit in the middle from which you could watch TV, eat from the floor-level tables or just lounge.

It was here that the couple would throw away their usual restraint and 'fuck like bunnies' as Brittany would put it. Amy didn't have the heart to tell her mother that their change of venue from her bedroom made it easier, not harder for Amy to hear them. Whether it was the A/C vents or the acoustics of the hallways, the teen heard every moan and lustful entreaty as if they had left a porn channel blaring in her hall.

The new couple's ardor was especially loud one night after they had finished off a couple of bottles of wine with supper and Amy simply couldn't stand it any more. Stealing up the stairs, she padded down the carpeted hall second floor hall and past her soon-to-be step-sisters room. That brought her up short. If she could hear them so clearly, what must Brit be exposed to? Amy tried to remember if Brit had said she was going back to college or staying here for the night, but was unsure. Deciding that she must be gone - likely on another hot date - the teen turned her attention to the door at the end of the hall.

Startled by a shriek of pleasure, Amy's reservations were thrust aside as she hurried to the door and slipped inside. She knew the layout well, and the view to the door from inside was blocked by a massive fern, which she planned on hiding behind and watching the action.

Settling into the foliage, Amy's jaw dropped as she beheld live sex for the first time. It was the hottest thing Amy had ever seen. Bathed in moonlight, Lydia was slowly rising up and then dropping back down upon Steven's lap. The teen didn't see much of his cock, but she'd spent enough time with Sean to know from his impressive size pretty much what they looked like. That, and her many hours of surfing porn for 'release' had her quite confident that she was a very fortunate girl... well, would be... someday. Shoving aside that frustrating topic, Amy returned to the show in front of her.

Lydia was pounding herself frantically up and down now, her full, pointy tits swirling and jiggling in time. Steven's hands were divided between grasping her by the hip and grabbing a handful his lover's bouncing boobs. Her mom shrieked again, arching her back and throwing her long hair around in the throes of passion. Amy had the fleeting thought that her mom was sexier than any of the porn she'd watched as the woman wound down until she collapsed upon her fiance's chest.

Steven rolled his lover over carefully, then settled in between her legs to lick and slurp - the sounds carried clearly to Amy's blush-reddened ears. She'd watched much more graphic scenes on the internet, but this was real!

His oral attentions went on for a few minutes, until Lydia seemed to recover and disengage from Steven's mouth, turning about and getting into a '69' position. The two seemed very happy with one another's efforts, and the giggles and grunts made the teen feel a different kind of warmth. She hoped she could have this kind of love some day and wondered if Sean would be a passionate lover.

The couple didn't stay in 'play mode' long, as gasps soon replaced giggles and the grunts became more urgent groans. Lydia began yelling and groaning with her mouth full of cock, her back rippling and her shoulder hunching in her orgasm even as she kept trying to jack off the dick in her hands with just his head on her tongue.

He'd been fairly quiet up to that point, but it didn't take her long to change that. A few minutes of long, slow, noisy sucking had him bucking his hips and the teen was fascinated by the erotic noises her mother made deep in her throat - she seemed to enjoy giving head a lot!

Then Lydia suddenly went into overdrive, her head bobbing up and down at a furious pace, Stephen's pleading moans sounding almost painful to the voyeur. Finally Stephen's moans became more of a frantic panting sound, and her mom responded by pushing her head down to swallow her man's whole rod. Then Amy began to hear a vulgar gulping sound from the semi-darkness.

Steven called out "Lydia!", and it sounded equal parts warning and praise as the sound bounced around the large room. The teen watched all the more closely, this was it, the big moment that she had seen done in so many ways in so many videos. She watched fascinated as her mother's head bobbed up and down a few inches on her fiance's cock, keeping it lodged all the way in her throat. Would her mom swallow? Would it be like the porno's and he'd spray all over her face?

She had no more time to wonder as her mom seemed to pull back to take one deep breath, then dive forward again. Amy almost cursed aloud at the crappy lighting that kept her from seeing any details. She could clearly hear the slurps and Steven's panting, grunting moans that finally drew out into one long loud groan. Not long after his groans turned to a sigh, Lydia pulled back, taking another breath and then plunged downward again, her head once again bobbing, sucking noisily and energetically.

Amy got a quick glance in the moonlight as the clouds cleared just as she sat back, his spit-coated prick standing half-upright before her; her mom was getting him hard again!

Amy's breath was already harsh when, after another few minutes of her oral ministrations, Lydia's lover picked her up like a ragdoll and kissed her fiercely, then tossed her face down on the pile of pillows. She'd barely settled from the bounce when he was upon her. The teen caught a perfect view of his juicy looking prick, shining silver in the moonlight as he slammed it into her mothers snatch from behind, Lydia practically howled out a moan.

Steven began pounding away like a man possessed. Each slam forward was accompanied by a grunt from her mom and a pump of her own sticky finger into her needy teen pussy; she was fucking herself in time to the couple just twenty feet away.

Suddenly the clouds completely cleared, and there, bathed in sharply contrasting light, was a sight Amy would never forget: Her mother, the strict disciplinarian and sometimes silly friend who worked so hard to be happy and smile through any trial - that woman was face down, ass up in the air and she was taking a pounding that would make any porn star proud.

For that matter, Steven looked the part as well, crouching behind his betrothed, the sweat streamed like silver rivers down his back and flanks as he rammed into her, his cock looking like a luminescent snake that plunged over and over into the inky darkness of Lydia's shadowed pussy.

Both were grunting with each impact, but Lydia was beginning to make a new sound... she was beginning to growl! The low, rolling 'arrrs' between each feral release were growing closer together. It was beginning to sound more like a chant, a sensual, erotically charged mantra that Amy found herself desperately wanting to join in.

She couldn't help but moan, and was terrified to hear how loud it sounded, yanking her left hand from her aching nipple to clasp over her own mouth - not that the rutting couple could have heard her.

Amy sagged in relief only to tense up once again, hearing another moan from right beside her!

Ripping her right hand from her sodden panties, the teen almost fell over as she turned to see Brittany, her own hand in her shorts, peering through the foliage at their parents going at it like professional porn talent.

For her part, Brittany merely turned her eyes slightly to the younger brunette and whispered, "Don't stop on my account, it's just getting good!" Then the blonde turned her attention fully back upon the show, grabbing a handful of her own large tit through her nightshirt and squeezing as she gazed at the lovers.

Amy was struck by the look upon Brit's face. Her eyes were always either wide open in mirth or scrunched mischievously. Not now, now they were mere slits that fit perfectly with the look of pure lust on her beautiful round face.

Shocked, Amy turned and fled. She found herself in her bedroom before she could really think again.

Brittany had obviously watched their parents before, her words cemented that fact. She had seen Amy masturbating and didn't seem to care at all. The teen remembered with sudden clarity the way the blonde had her own heavy breast gripped in one hand, rubbing her nipple through the cotton while her other hand was buried in her terrycloth shorts, no doubt plunging in and out of her pussy. She remembered the smells, sights and sounds of her mom and Steven... and then she spasmed as an orgasm shook her, taking her by surprises.

Shaking as she came down, Amy suddenly felt as though tossed in a maelstrom of emotions. The young woman most easily identified guilt among them and she latched upon it with desperation. Despite the couples continued amorous - and vocal - activities, Amy wasn't going to risk getting caught. She didn't want her mom getting mad at her or being disappointed with her, and she was scared at how she had reacted.

The teen was also confused as hell about Brittany. The dark haired girl was both relieved and strangely anxious as the following weeks passed and she never had any meaningful conversation with the older blonde about it... any of it.

After a whirlwind romance Lydia married Steven in early May, the weekend before school let out for the summer. With school scheduled to be out so soon, the couple decided to take the girls with them on their honeymoon, using it as a way to bond the new family before the girls became busy in their own lives, both entering their senior years. The trip would still afford the newlyweds with plenty of privacy as they toured the Mediterranean coast of Europe after a cruise from Florida to Spain.

Of course Sean could not have gone, had he been asked. He had a business to run that was busiest during the summer months as well as summer courses that were almost equal to a normal class schedule.

Amy teased her man that she would return with an 'all over tan' and that she would eat so much rich food that her butt would finally fill out and she finally grow some boobs. Sean shook his head. He knew she was very insecure about her chest but he loved her, and as far as he was concerned she was perfect. Her thick pointy nipples were super sensitive and when, or if, she developed more breast size it would only give him more to play with - not meet some expectation.