Dating Aria: Strap in Games

"My my, looks like I'm just in time for the climactic finale!" Her lips quirk into a cunning smile.

Blushing fiercely, Maddie scrambles along the carpet for her missing glasses. "Mom! Knock much?"

Catalina just laughs airily with a nonchalant hair flip. "These walls aren't exactly soundproof, darling."

Mortified, Aria and I frantically look for our strewn clothes while I'm still inside her. The electric mood descends into embarrassed silence. I even fumble taking the strap-on out of Aria's drenched pussy, made all the more embarrassing when a spontaneous moan escapes her, cluing Catalina even more into our shared bliss.

"Oh pardon me!" Catalina fans herself dramatically.

Maddie blushes fire engine red, promptly returning focus to her game in an effort to ignore us.

Aria grabs a pillow, cheeks burning. "Ah, so sorry Mrs. C!" I nonchalantly tidy up - after all, I know risqué trysts can't be nothing new to worldly Catalina.

Leaning in the doorway, she smirks, amused. "Brava on crafting a most memorable party! Thank goodness our Maddie isn't caught up in this R-rated scene."

Maddie shoots her an eye roll. "As if I can't hang with the big girls? I know how to party, Mom." She pops her gum.

I stifle a grin while Aria stammers more florid apologies. But Catalina breezily waves them off. "Please darling, relax! And call me Catalina." Her smile holds naughty memories. "Why, this is tame compared to my old Milan days with

Helmut Newton's rather...adventurous crew." She winks, relishing our reactions. "I'll spare your innocent ears. Just lock the door next fantasy session, OK?"

With that hurricane exit, she leaves us stewing in awkward arousal. I squeeze Aria's hand, our passion merely postponed.

In the clothing scramble, Aria's signature crop top proves missing. She grabs my oversized polo instead, the loose fabric dwarfing her petite frame amusingly.

"Guess we got carried away, huh?" Aria peeks at Maddie impishly as she drowns in the billowy shirt.

Maddie shrugs, "No worries," lips curling into a knowing smile over our scintillating secret.

"Your parents seem unusually laid-back, Maddie," I casually observe, along with their easy camaraderie.

Aria roars with laughter. "Maddie's parents are the epitome of cool!"

"They love passionately, that's all," Maddie explains simply.

Aria chokes, "Wait, you mean...have you walked in on them?"

Maddie twirls her hair, unfazed. "They have an open marriage. It happens. I don't judge."

Aria is speechless as I stifle laughter.

Maddie adjusts her glasses. "This kinda thing doesn't shock them," she indicates the toy casually.

Aria sighs relieved. "Well, we passed the cool parent test, I guess."

I smirk. "Maddie's room certainly got some...feng shui realignment tonight."

Maddie smirks, adjusting her glasses. "It definitely experienced some positive energy flow." Her hand discreetly goes over my enhanced ass...ets, safely out of Aria's view.

Oblivious, Aria checks her phone as I enjoy Maddie's veil of secrecy. "Crap! We've been ghosting that party, and more importantly, my mom for ages! She's probably pinging my location as I speak."

I grimace, not having forgotten Monica drove us here. Interrogations surely await our tardy return downstairs.

"Let's motor before you get grounded for life," Maddie worries.

The girls hurry out as I tidy up, smiling at our steamy secret. A knock at the door startles me from reminiscing.

"Decent in there?" Catalina calls out, hardly waiting before breezing back in with a bottle of champagne. "Thought you could use a bubbly recharge after that cardio workout!"

I hastily wrap in a blanket as Catalina fills our glasses, unperturbed by my lingering awkwardness.

"Quite a memorable performance," she toasts. "I daresay that finale was Olympic level!"

I duck my head with a chuckle. "We may have gotten carried away..."

"Nonsense!" Catalina proclaims. "Such intense connection is rare. I admire that creative hunger between you two."

I smile softly, uplifted by her open support. "I suppose I put the 'om' in orgasm during these sessions." We clink glasses - to powerful bonds and the glorious freedom to express them.

Catalina chuckles, "You and Aria share an intense bond."

"Spiritual, physical...we ascend together," I reply smoothly.

I notice Catalina's gaze lingering on my makeshift blanket attire. I clench the fabric tighter, but she remains unruffled.

"We should find you something more comfortable." With model elegance, Catalina slips off her designer blouse, leaving just a gem-encrusted bra. "Try this. Might be snug, but that's fashion's naughty secret - a size too small is the ultimate statement!"

I put it on over my Lulu leggings, which I realize are still clinging to me after that steamy threesome, and totally stained with Aria's juices. "Quite snug! Makes me feel like a housewife gone wild."

Catalina winks cheekily, "Just don't kick off any scandals in my Dolce & Gabbana." She squeezes into Aria's 'I Love Nerds' tee left behind, the fit comically tight. "Now darling, how's this crop look?"

"Very cropped indeed," I pun, "though that's the ultimate statement, right?"

"Yes, perfect!" Catalina laughs, warm smile dazzling. She hooks her arm through mine conspiratorially. "Shall we?"

Arm in arm, we glide down the stairs like goddesses trailing mystery in our wake, weaving through life's unconventional passions.

First thing back into the soiree, I spot notorious gossip and salon bill dodger Betty. Her son is apparently friends with the birthday girl. Her exaggerated plump pout forms an "O" at my unexpected presence.

"Sophia! Fancy seeing you." Betty's tone drips with relish, her beady gaze alert for any whisper of impropriety. The last thing I need is for her to sniff out my involvement with a high schooler.

Catalina breezily steps in, no stranger to Betty's drama-queen ways. "She's mentoring the older girls--sharing style secrets for confidence."

I chime in about empowering them beyond just social media, as Betty looks us both up and down skeptically. "Well aren't you two just so very woke..."

Confident Catalina slips her arm through mine with a wink. "We're boldly empowering where no mentors have gone before!"

Suddenly excitable Aria pops up, gaping at Catalina wearing her signature crop top. "No way! Why do you have my nerd tee on?"

I feign nonchalance with a hair flip. "We are trying this eco-chic upcycle thing, darling."

Betty's eyes threaten to spill her botoxed brows. Her gaze darts between us temptresses wearing each other's shirts. I see the headline writing itself behind her eyes - "Cougars and Kitten in Couture Love Tryst."

But before Betty digs deeper, Monica pops in, overdone cheerleading our "style remix moment."

Aria hooks our arms, playing up our fashion act. "Pioneering fluidity!"

"Mmhmm..." Betty's glare stays doubtful, critically eyeing our triangle intimacy. "How very bohemian..."

Just as her suspicions cool, Aria's impish side resurfaces, unable to resist stirring more mischief.

Grinning wickedly, Aria scoops leftover frosting, bringing frosted fingers toward my mouth. But with a dramatic flourish, she redirects and smears it onto my exposed cleavage.

I gasp as her eyes darken deviously, our scandalized audience freezing around us. Ever so slowly, she leans in, gaze locked with mine.

And ever so shamelessly, she drags her tongue across my frosting-slathered skin, eyes rolling back in illicit enjoyment. Lingering gazes bulge wider. A scarlet blush explodes across my face, equal parts mortified and secretly titillated by her public ravishing.

My legs nearly buckle under the exquisite torture. Just as I'm about to lose all senses, Aria resurfaces with a grin as smug as the cat who caught the canary and claimed the cream. She clearly relishes every reaction her audacious display sparked.

Leave it to irrepressible Aria to stoke the blaze just as the embers cooled!

Mouth agape, Betty fans herself exaggeratedly after the PDA. "My, what an anatomical lesson for us all!"

Just then her husband Jim strolls over. "Hon, did you hear--" His eyes nearly pop out. "What in heaven's--?"

I hurriedly wipe remnants off my chest, scarlet-faced. Of course the husbands emerged for this spectacle!

Quick-thinking Catalina links her slack-jawed husband's arm. "Jim, Mark - why don't we let the girls get back to mentoring?" Her firm tone allows no debate.

The men nod wordlessly, still gaping as she steers them away. I make a mental note to buy her a whole vineyard after this nightmare...

Aria and I share a mortified yet amused look - teen spirit will out! With a dramatic lip lick, she makes it clear the surprises aren't over.

Monica shoots us a stern mom glare. "PG-13, ladies!"

Even post-tryst, Aria's social media addiction demands to grabs a frosted selfie. "Hashtag sugar mama lettin' me borrow her fire top while she rocks a drippin' top!" She points out my cream-splattered blouse. "Hashtag sweet swap!"

Maddie appears, "Wait, what did I miss, besties?" She looks around, totally oblivious.

Aria slyly goes to fill her in. "Well..."

"Nothing!" Monica swiftly ushers us out before rumors spread. I shoot Catalina a desperate parting look before we make our grand exit and she winks supportively--we'll debrief my indecency charges later!

Out in the car park, Aria insists on one last flirty frosting kiss. Phone poised, she tries grabbing another selfie to shocked titters before Monica tackles the device away.

"Enough documenting!"

Pouting theatrically, Aria tries one more duck-faced photo with her hands, undeterred. Monica hushes her along, hand firmly clamped on Aria's phone as we get back in the car.

Safely en route, tense silence replaces frisky chatter. Aria attempts a casual whistle while eyeing my cleavage as I adjust the snug loaner top.

Monica cuts the tension. "Eyes ahead. Boundaries discussion later, young lady."

Aria gives an exaggerated eye roll. Under her breath I hear, "So worth it though..." as she fails to conceal a smirk.

I offer an encouraging half-smile at her weak chuckle. She grasps at straws for a diversion. "Ooh Mom, any way we could check out that new movie premiere downtown?"

Monica's gaze remains fixed ahead. "We're going straight home, Aria Lenore."

I try to smooth things over. "She meant no harm..." But firm Monica cuts me off.

"Intent is irrelevant. That behavior crossed lines." Her razor words brook no debate.

Aria sulks while I brace for continued exile. But irrepressible as ever, she pivots the conversation. "So can you believe it? Maddie's parents have quite the open marriage."

Monica's glare softens slightly. "Open dynamics hardly justify immaturity."

Aria and I exchange a look. How does she already know about their unconventional arrangement?

"Still..." Monica's voice grows thoughtful. "That level of passion is enviable."

I seize the opening, appealing to her romantic side. "Rekindling sparks takes courage across ages. I always admired those in open marriages."

A wistfulness flashes in Monica's eyes before she shakes it off, cooling back to sternness. Still, the ice may have cracked enough to allow safe passage home at least.

Once back at theirs, irrepressible Aria bounces ahead while I politely close the door behind us. Monica sorts mail as Aria shuffles over, tucking back hair nervously. "Soo, was thinking maybe Sophia could chill in my room tonight? Movie sesh?"

Keys halfway to the hook, Monica freezes, eyes narrowing. She turns, expression set to shut it down...yet pauses, silence hanging heavy. Her gaze locks onto Aria's rare vulnerability.

"I suppose..." Monica finally draws out, "we could attempt a movie out here tonight."

"Yasss!" Aria jumps up in early victory.

"The three of us. Together," Monica firmly clarifies, hands on hips.

Aria pouts. "I was thinking more...Netflix and chill?"

The idiom goes over her head. "Let's pick something enjoyable for us all."

Aria grabs the remote, buzzing with momentum. "Ooh, how about Magic Mike?"

Monica gives a well-worn mom glare. "Mm, bit risky for my taste."

"Okay okay, Clueless?" Aria tries again.

"Seen it too many times," Monica chuckles.

"Ugh you're impossible," Aria jokes. "Oh wait...I know - The Princess Bride!"

I perk up. "Oooh a classic! Great choice babe!"

Monica nods approvingly as Aria presses play. We cuddle up for a family bonding moment as Buttercup first appears. Yet sly Aria traces risqué patterns up my thigh under the blanket.

I gently still her roving hand, our touch igniting familiar sparks. Gleeful Aria pulls me into a passionate kiss instead, our locked lips melting until--

"Ahem!" Monica's sharp throat-clear interrupts. We flinch apart to her pinching her nose in familiar exasperation, exhausted by our endless antics.

"Whoopsie, got carried away!" Aria chirps.

With a sharp huff, Monica stands swiftly. "Clearly it's past SOMEONE'S bedtime if this movie night can't keep things PG."

She storms off, unable to referee anymore. Aria grins impishly. "Sooo...how about some unrated entertainment instead now?"

I lift an eyebrow at her persistence, reminding her we've pushed limits.

Aria bats innocent eyes. "Babe, you're like an echo of mom now!"

I bristle at the comparison, a flicker of resentment rising. Doesn't she appreciate how many rules I bend for our escape adventures?

Aria reads the microexpression and softens. "I just get so into our thrill-seeking stories. Like after the big game last week, or last night on the balcony!" She wraps her arms around me. "You're the raddest rule breaker ever. Way more fun than anyone I know!"

As credits roll, my bold baby doll nuzzles closer, breath hot on my neck. "Shall we sneak off now?" Her wandering hand leaves no doubt about her cravings.

I halt her roving fingers, half amused, half exasperated by her single-mindedness. "Insatiable as always..."

Aria pouts dramatically. "I get revved up around you!" She nips my ear.

I recognize her lust for life constantly simmers near boiling thanks to me. Still... "Patience pays off, darling..." I imply we've pushed boundaries enough.

But Aria clasps my hand, undeterred in her quest for steamy sequels. Oblivious to risks, she tugs me toward her forbidden chambers.

Just then, vigilante Monica's interrogation lights flash on. "One last drink, Sophia?" she offers pointedly from the kitchen archway, eyeing our joined hands and Aria's intended path.

Foiled by guardian Monica's uncanny mom-dar yet again! Aria shoots me a dramatic eye roll followed by a pout worthy of Hollywood before blurting out: "Or how about a sleepover instead!?" I shoot her a dial-it-down glare. She's testing the limits today.

"A nightcap would be lovely, thanks," I say, taking the path of least resistance.

I start to chat pleasantly with Monica over wine. Sulking Aria meanwhile schemes escape part two.

"Can Sophia sleepover, pleeease?" Aria clasps her hands, eyelashes fluttering dramatically.

"Bedtime already!" Monica mom-glares.

Aria erupts. "No FAIR! Why squash my fun?" kissing me defiantly. Monica goes bug-eyed, trying to pry her clinging lips off me. "Enough!"

But Aria clings tighter, refusing to be peeled away until Monica forcefully pries her off my lap.

Aria gets more theatrically angry. "I hate rules! This is beyond CRUEL!"

Face reddening, Monica points sharply. "Bed. NOW."

Aria shoots me a pleading look but I stand firm in solidarity, lips pressed tight. Even my seasoned patience nears its limits today. Then she sticks out her tongue petulantly before flouncing away. I rub my temples at her melodramatics.

Monica touches my shoulder sympathetically. "That spirit burns brightest early on, doesn't it?" Remembrance flickers in her eyes.

She reflects on Aria's smittenness reminding her of first meeting impassioned William, Aria's dad, long ago. I nod in understanding--recalling my daughter's equally dizzying first romance.

"Such reckless abandon leaves mothers doing the worrying!" Monica muses. "William and I also dove in rather hastily. I can't claim total level-headedness there." A confession drawing us closer in empathy.

I knew she was separated from her husband too, but didn't think it was the time to get more into that. We chuckle bittersweetly over these trials, bonded through parallel stories of guiding our girls through delicate shoals.

Just then Aria texts through pouty emojis: "Missing you already 😘 Can I steal a goodnight kiss before you leave? 💋"

Monica, ever hawk-eyed, shakes her head with a grin. "That girl has endless passion and stealthy listens!"

We share a wry smile. I swirl Cabernet pensively--Maybe some adult wisdom could balance Aria's endless teenage verve.

But it's time to leave. As I get my things together, Monica grabs a fancy bra wedged under a chair, waving the black lace La Perla double D bra overhead. "This look familiar?" She grins, amused at my walk of shame souvenir.

I flush, sheepishly accepting it. "Ah, thanks for safekeeping..." Always awkward when secret passion lingers so publicly! But Monica just chuckles, our bond strengthening through every escapade.

I then quip, "Well at least you know your daughter's in good..." I clear my throat, grinning as we both glance down at my ample décolletage. "...Very good and full hands."

Monica guffaws at my cheeky innuendo, our bond strengthening through every escapade. Squeezing my hand, she smiles wistfully. "It's hard watching them grow so fast..."

I nod, exchanging an appreciative squeeze back. "The letting go challenges, for sure. But we'll figure this thing out."

As I head out, I text Aria back: "Sweet dreams, darling. Monica's rules stand tonight. See you tomorrow?"

My phone instantly buzzes. "If Mom ever lets me leave house arrest!" Followed by a string of pouting emojis.

I stifle a chuckle. Even post-tantrum, her irrepressible spirit endures. I text back a wink. "She'll forgive you soon...that charm is irresistible."

Three dots bubble. "Not as irresistible as YOU 😉" Aria responds boldly. "I meant what I said about missing your lips tonight..."

Heat rushes my cheeks at her brazen flirtation. I type back gently, "Patience, love. Let's give your mom some breathing room. This was a lot today."

I picture Aria's exaggerated sigh. Still, she sends a kissing emoji. "Fiiine, you're worth the wait. Sweet dreams, hot stuff." I smile - what a tangled web we weave, but bonds hold strong.

Previous Dating Aria Chapters:

1. A Match For Sophia

2. Sneaking In Sneakers

3. Great Sleepover Scheme

4. Making A Splash

5. Fake Mom, Real Results

6. Love In The Cheer Zone

7. Loves Unexpected Rival

8. Double D Dating Games

9. The Bra Incident