Doc and the Porn Star Ch. 06-10

Megan elbowed Phil as he watched his brother and sister-in-law get greeted. 'Hey, help with the luggage, Lughead." She turned to me with an evil eye, "Which bedroom do you want us in?"

I ducked that question slightly and replied in an upbeat tone, "You guys and Ryan need to pick between the two available guest rooms in the bedroom wing. I didn't make assignments. Since you have the tot, you might do better in the north room because the ensuite has a tub and not just a shower stall."

We all pitched in to carry in luggage, coats, and of course my nine-month-old grandson Todd who'd been fascinated watching the palm trees blow around overhead in the light breeze. Jasmine had swooped in and picked up the toddler, who immediately fell in love with her as she launched into baby talk and coo-coo-chooed him with one finger on his chest. He laughed and giggled at her actions. Phil and Ryan both wanted to be nestled into Jasmine's chest; I could tell.

My kids got settled in their rooms and then I heard the two women talking about sitting by the pool. Jasmine ran and put on her bathing suit, got all of the suntan lotions and SPF 50 oils, and ran to join them. I held my breath and hoped all would go well.

Both Megan and Ann had ... how can I put this politely ... bulkier female figures compared to Jasmine. They both wore two-piece suits and looked sexy, and while they showed about the same number of square inches of skin, the skin was not in the most favorable arrangement compared to Jasmine's porn-star fuckable body. Everyone seemed to gloss over that, except my two sons who were openly drooling again and swallowing frequently so they didn't soil their shirts.

The two wives lined up side by side on different loungers. Jasmine sat next to them in a chair. She got them all some cold water bottles. I heard a discussion start about Jasmine's hospital work and her coursework in her nursing program. Jasmine was being super outgoing and friendly, and my daughters-in-law were relaxing and being cordial as well.

When the door to the outside patio closed and my sons and I were inside, Phil jumped in with both feet. "HOLY SHIT, Dad. Where did you meet HER? She's HOT as Hades."

"Oh, we were in the same supermarket line and just kind of struck of a conversation. One thing led to another."

Ryan said, "She lives with you?"

"Yes."

"And you sleep together?"

I decided to tease them so I replied in a matter of fact tone, "Except when were fucking the daylights out of each other. She seems to like sex a lot, and I've come to like it, too."

"Dad! Don't be coarse."

I apologized. "Sorry. It's the truth, though. Jasmine can be very demanding on that front. I've cowboyed up to the situation with a little help from various vitamins, supplements, hormones, and Cialis."

Both young men rolled their eyes.

Ryan said, "You do know she's a 'Babe', right? Phil got it right. I think she's the hottest woman I've ever seen for real -- and I mean for all time, anywhere."

I chuckled, "Oh, yes. I consider myself very lucky. Jasmine loves me."

Phil said, "You don't think she'll seek out some guy closer to her own age to ... consort with?"

I shrugged. "Why would she limit herself? We make love four to six times a day." I figured a slight bit of hyperbole wouldn't hurt too badly.

Both sons spoke simultaneously and loudly, "SIX!??!"

I teased further, "Well, I can do a little better if we space things out over the day."

I ignored my sons momentarily and carried a tray outside with some beer and wine on it to satisfy the orders we got from the girls. We weren't going out for a while and I was completely off duty, so we could drink in moderation.

Phil, Ryan, and I sat in other chairs near the women, and had a nice conversation. The baby was napping, and Megan had a portable baby monitor listening for the wake-up sounds a toddler makes. Todd wasn't quite walking or talking, but he had the general idea for both gestating in his little head.

My sons were totally captivated by Jasmine. They watched her every move, and every tiny jiggle of her breasts or flex of her tummy muscles, and when she crossed and re-crossed her sexy and shapely legs I thought we'd have a couple of male orgasms to contend with. I felt sure Jasmine had them leaking pre-cum into their undies.

Megan asked Jasmine, "How'd you get such a nice tan? Is it an all-over tan?"

Jasmine giggled, "Yes. I'm not used to wearing a bathing suit out here, and when I wear anything it's usually just the monokini part." She paused and added, "You could join me in disposing of our bras, certainly. No one will mind since we're all family, I suppose."

I silently guffawed to myself. "My two sons must have instantly started praying to every god-like figure they knew that their wives would go along with Jasmine's off-hand suggestion. It wasn't that they wanted to see their wives or sister-in-law half naked; they wanted to see Jasmine's unfettered tits caressed by the afternoon breeze!

Megan and Ann both looked at their husbands. Both men acted casual and shrugged, as though they didn't care. I noted they did keep praying, however.

Phil said in a matter-of-fact tone, "You know I'm always trying to get you to let your hair down. Why don't you, babe." Ah, the master of understatement.

Megan glanced at Ann who was already reaching behind her for the clasp. In seconds, the two wives disposed of their tops. Megan's breasts were still showing the signs of having recently nursed. Todd had just been weaned. Ann's were smaller, but also perky. I rated them as cute and sexy. I even felt a little surge of erection in my bathing suit.

Everyone watched as Jasmine undid the tie to her bikini bra. The top fell into her lap, and the four guests all inhaled air at the same time. Air rushed in from the Gulf of Mexico to fill the sudden vacuum on my patio. Her breasts were some of the few on the planet that honestly earned the rating of 'Spectacular'. I thought there were none better. The words of some old cigarette commercial came to my mind: 'so round, so firm, so fully packed'.

There were a few awkward minutes as one or another tried to get the conversation started again. I finally started to talk about the doctors' partnership I'd started to work with. I tossed out a few cases and talked about my colleagues. That got things moving again. Nonetheless, superglue couldn't have done a better job of holding the men's eyes on Jasmine's tits.

Occasionally, Jasmine would scratch or rub one breast or the other with one or both hands. The moves always seemed absent-mindedly casual. I swear my sons' blood pressures must have been in the danger zone each time she moved, especially when her nipples hardened and became erect.

Around suppertime, we all went in and dressed to go out to a simple restaurant. I called and got a large table for the six and a half of us. In this place, even t-shirts were acceptable. Jasmine's PINK shorts fit like spray paint, and were probably illegal in half the states. She kept getting a camel toe. Above the waist, she wore a peasant blouse with a large scoop neck. The neck scooped so much that one or both of her boobs threatened to fall out of the thing at any instant. My sons were again focused on her cleavage waiting for what seemed to be the inevitable. Everyone dressed in casual shorts and tops, and we packed into my SUV and drove the short distance to the restaurant. Jasmine rode in the very back leaning against Ryan who I'm sure thought he'd died and gone to heaven. As I'd closed the tailgate on them, I noted that she'd put one of her hands on his thigh for stability as we drove.

Jasmine never revealed any inappropriate body parts the entire dinner trip despite whispered prayers by most of the males in the restaurant including my sons. Most of the dinner table talk concerned restaurants we liked, food preferences, and some of the clubs we'd visited recently, including dance places. We also talked about the Key West weekend. I agreed to take them to the Yacht Club on Friday or Saturday after Jasmine raved about the quality of the meals.

Back home, people puttered around the house a little and then made going to bed noises. Jasmine reappeared wearing one of my large t-shirts as her nightshirt. In the right light it was obvious that was all she was wearing. Her hard nipples were poking out through the top and her little landing strip was visible. When she bent over to pick up some imaginary lint on the carpet with her ass to my sons, she revealed most of what had remained hidden all day. I thought my sons had expired; every bit of air in their lungs got expelled. Jasmine stood and we all went to bed.

Once in the bedroom, Jasmine asked with a giggle, "Was I too much with our guests? Too revealing?"

I chuckled, "Not one bit. The comic value of your performances alone deserves an Oscar. I was amazed you got Ann and Megan to take their tops off. I think even they wanted to see you naked."

"Half naked. Maybe tomorrow while the turkey is cooking we can do naked. Do you like seeing your daughters-in-law in that condition?"

"Interesting but that's all. They are not on the same page as you, my dear."

We cuddled together and then made love twice before sleeping. Jasmine made sure to be a little on the loud side. The house wasn't that soundproof.

We had invited Beth, Chloe, Jake, and Alan to join us for Thanksgiving. Both men were working but got a dispensation to disappear to join their 'family' for the dinner, and then they had to return to duty at the hospital. Alan reported that bad burns seemed to be the order of the day. They expected knife cuts from carving the birds to fill the afternoon and evening. Jake had been seconded to the ER as well. We learned he was an expert a suturing.

We ate about four o'clock. I worried at one point that Chloe would try to sit in my lap for the meal. She was in one of her clingy moods and needed physical contact, and I was the only monkey she wanted. She followed me around almost like a puppy looking at me longingly and telling me how much she loved me. Ryan overheard her telling me that, and then saw me give her a very passionate kiss to try to quiet her down. I only realized that when the kiss ended.

Ryan gave me a look that communicated that the situation was far from over in his mind. I told Jasmine what had happened and she laughed.

Alan and Jake scurried back to the hospital right after the meal, giving thanks to all of us for the meal, and expressing regrets that they couldn't stay and talk longer. I still thought it was nice to have them in attendance. Beth and Chloe left shortly thereafter with all the right words. Chloe gave me another knock-your-socks-off kiss in front of the others.

Jasmine read a magazine to Todd after dinner as the little tyke sat in her lap with his head pillowed by her breasts. I am sure that Ryan and Phil both wished they could be my grandson because he all but nursed on her mounds as they read and he squirmed around in her lap looking unbelievably happy with his position. Often one of his little hands would reach around and grab a handful of boob flesh. My sons would both salivate when that happened.

Folks snacked on turkey around eight o'clock, and then went to bed in a kind of tryptophan induced drowsiness. Jasmine and I turned in, too; making love a couple of times before we slept wrapped in each other's arms. Jasmine was a little noisy again.

I was up early and did my routine of preparing coffee. I went out to Dunkin' Donuts and picked up an assortment of muffins and donuts and brought them back to the house. Jasmine was the only one up plus Todd. She was playing on the floor with the tot as I laid out the breakfast choices. She'd been making up a game for him to play with her, but I didn't pay enough attention at that point to understand her goals.

Eventually, the others joined us and we had a leisurely breakfast. Ann and Megan both wanted pool time, and so they slathered up with suntan lotion and went out to the chaises, Megan with a book and Ann with several magazines. Jasmine continued to play with Todd by choice.

Ryan spoke in a low tone to me, supposedly so that Jasmine wouldn't hear. He said, "What's the deal with you and that Chloe. I heard her tell you she loved you truly, deeply, madly. Further, I watched you kiss her a couple of times, and that was no casual kiss between good friends."

I chuckled at how direct he was. I responded, "Well, we are more than casual friends. I love her, as well. I think she was a bit clingy last night, but that might have been because I was away for two weeks."

"Away? Where?"

"Jasmine and I went to California -- L.A. area. She wanted to see some old friends, and I prowled around a couple of museums and did touristy things when we weren't together. We got back about a week ago. Beth and Chloe took care of the house while we were gone."

I figured I throw in some extraneous information to obfuscate the real issue he was asking about.

Ryan said, "She looks like a senior in high school?"

"She was," I replied, "but graduated last May. She goes to the local university but hasn't declared a major yet -- probably computer science."

Phil jumped in, "But ... are you and she ... do ... well ... her mother seemed to like you a lot, too."

"I love Beth very much, too. I guess you figured out she's divorced. I can't imagine why anybody would leave someone as sweet as she is."

He continued, "I saw you give her a pretty significant goodbye kiss out by her car last night."

I just nodded in agreement. I didn't see a question in his statement of fact.

Jasmine interrupted our conversation since it turned out she could hear, "Beth and Chloe are some of our closest friends. I work with Beth at the hospital -- full time for a while and now part-time while I'm in classes. She's so nice. We helped them through a rough patch a few months ago."

Ryan and Phil both said, "Oh." That kind of ended that line of questioning.

Jasmine said, "Let me show you something that you son can do, Phil."

Jasmine had torn pictures out of a magazine of about ten different items: a pie, a car, a truck, a grandfather, a toy, a computer, a painting, and a few other items. She laid them all out in front of Todd.

Jasmine said to Todd, "Can you point to the truck?"

Todd leaned forward from where he sat on the floor in front of the pictures and pointed directly at the truck.

Jasmine asked, "Can you point to the pie?"

Todd gurgled and repeated the 'trick'. Jasmine repeated this for each of the pictures in random order.

By then Ryan had gone and gotten Megan and Ann. They stood aside as Jasmine put Todd through his paces. His little nine-month-old brain loved the stimulation.

Jasmine asked, "Can you point to the grandfather?"

Todd pointed at the picture for a second, but then looked up at me and pointed at me. He made a strange sound that had the three distinct syllables to it, but didn't make sense. I figured it was baby talk for 'grandfather'. He giggled.

Jasmine slipped a picture of a motorcycle into the mix. She asked Todd, "Do you see a motorcycle? It goes rhmmmmm-rhmmmmmm."

Todd studied each of the pictures, obviously using the process of elimination to figure out which one was the motorcycle. He eventually pointed at the right picture, but with some uncertainty.

Jasmine picked him up and nuzzled him into her neck with kisses and praised the daylights out of him as he giggled in delight.

Megan was standing with tears running down her cheek. "I didn't know he could do anything like that. How'd you know to teach him that?"

Jasmine explained, "When we were reading the magazine, I identified some of the pictures. I then asked him what happened to the truck and he turned the pages back to the right one. We then changed the game to what I just showed you. I kept adding things to the mix. He hadn't seen the picture of the motorcycle before."

Phil was shaking his head in disbelief. "I've got a smart kid. Who knew?"

Jasmine said, "One of my courses is Child Psychology, but we're just getting into the material. It's a two-semester course. One point the teacher made was that kids are born smart, and it's more the adults that hold them down by applying silly rules to how they want them to live. You know, the sky has to be blue, and you have to color inside the lines. The kids learn to dumb down to conform."

Phil said to Megan, "I think we need to rethink how we're raising this kid." He pointed at Todd, who seemed to know he was the subject of discussion. He pointed at the truck picture again and made a definitive one-syllable declaration with a mangled 'uck' sound but it was there.

After dinner we sat around talking, often about child development. Jasmine amazed me with what she knew. She'd read many articles on the subject. Todd was long ago in dreamland, but he'd done his game several times for everyone to watch and praise him. As Jasmine sat she was amassing a pile of new pictures from several magazines to use with Todd the next day.

After my family disappeared for the night, Jasmine brought out some liqueurs for us to savor before bedtime. We poured two small glasses and sipped. She cuddled up against me and put the arm I had around her so that my hand fell squarely onto one of her ample breasts. I teased the nipple.

At one point I did something with Jasmine that I'd discovered turned on my late wife a great deal. I took a sip of the liqueur and then French kissed Jasmine. As we got into the kiss, I squirted the liqueur into her mouth. Later, she told me it was like having me ejaculate something really tasty into her maw.

We made out and she returned the favor several times. We got increasingly turned on. Jasmine removed her top so I could suck on her breasts, especially after she dipped her nipple into the great tasting liqueur. My shirt went next, and then we were nude, and then she straddled my lap and tucked my large erection deep into her body.

Jasmine rode me in the chair as we fucked and made love, the liquid fire of the drink adding spice to our lovemaking. I'd warn her when I was near, and she'd back me down for a few minutes, and then we'd take things back up in the direction of completion.

Jasmine whispered to me at one point, "We're being watched. Don't turn your head until it seems natural. Look at the dining room window."

A minute later I made a 'natural' move to suck on Jasmine's other breast and through squinted eyes looked in the window. What I saw amazed me. Ryan's wife Ann had just pulled her sleeper over her head. She was nude. One hand immediately went to her breasts as the other went to her slit. She started stroking both areas apparently with renewed zeal.

I whispered to Jasmine, "She's masturbating as she watches us."

Jasmine kissed me long and hard. "We are pretty hot. You fuck really well."

We put on a bit of a show for our 'hidden' audience. We lasted about ten more minutes until we both declared we were near, and allowed ourselves to fall over the edge into large orgasms. I took a sideways glance at the window and saw Ann have an apparent orgasm; she doubled over and had to hold onto a dining room chair for a few moments as the pleasure slammed through her body. She slipped on her long shirt and disappeared from view, heading back towards the guest rooms.

I speculated, "I wonder if she'll say anything tomorrow?"

Jasmine shook her head. "I doubt it. She seems kind of up tight. I think she'd be too embarrassed to admit she watched us and even more so that she masturbated to what we did."

We collected our clothes and walked naked to the master bedroom suite. We were asleep in each other's arms only minutes later.

Saturday morning, Todd was on a tear. He could scoot around the marble floors of my house as fast as an adult could normally walk. He'd seek out Jasmine and make noises until she played the 'Point At' game with him. She'd made up a whole new set of pictures from some other magazines.