Introducing...Ann!

The Meeting

"Ummmm, Mark.....?"

"Yes, Becca?"

"Before you meet my mother there is something that you need to know..."

"....and that is?..."

"She is not your average person."

"Well, neither am I!"

We both laughed at my big cock joke.

"No...I mean it. My mother is...is a...well, she..."

"Cat got your tongue, almost wife?"

"Not cat but you are close. Pussy is more like it."

"There is only one pussy that I am concerned about this evening, Becca." and I gave her upper thigh a squeeze then watched my fiancee blush and instinctively open her thighs at the same time.

"Stop it. I'm trying to be serious." her mouth said but her thighs didn't close.

"So am I...so am I...." and I moved my hand higher feeling the moist heat of my fiancee's horny little pussy through her delicate panties. Then I slid a finger under the seam, limned the edge for second, and then tickled her through her furry nest.

"Stop it! We're almost to my mother's house." Becca whispered as she hornily slid her hips forward on the tanned leather seat.

"Awww...." I said and slowly, sensuously, slid my thick probing finger into her pussy, all the way in, and then withdrew it just as slowly, sniffing and licking at the juices that coated it.

Becca groaned and blushed deeply wiggling her luscious ass around in her seat while adjusting her panties and pulling her short skirt back into place. She tried to sit there demurely but I knew that her libido was smoking! She started licking her lips while slowly caressing my thickening 10 incher but then quickly withdrew her fingers.

"Turn in here, at the pink cottage." she nodded. "Oh, SHIT!"

"What?"

"Look over there!"

To my left I saw a little gray-haired old lady sitting on the front porch rocker smiling and waving at us.

"What's wrong? Your mom looks like she is just sitting outside enjoying the day."

"Oh, she's enjoying the day alright but that is not my mother...that's my aunt, Zelda. Look over there!" and Becca physically turned my head to the right. I had to hit the brakes or we would have hit a tree near the driveway.

"I don't see anything..."

"Beyond the bushes."

"What?...where?...Ooohhhh!...."

In the late afternoon shade of a large and gnarly old oak a tiny woman in a gold sling bikini was standing on her tip toes waxing her black Porsche 911. Her jet black hair was done up loosely in a bun. She must have stood all of 4'-6" (although it was difficult to accurately judge her height from the erotic pose she was in) but had tits out to here and an ass that was...was... magnificent! Her daring sling seemed all the more naughtier because it was wetly metallic and did nothing to hide the dark tan lines from a different bikini that horizontally crossed her body accentuating her wonderful curves. Becca's mother's taut muscles gleamed with the sweat of exertion and I swear that I could see her...well, her...asshole... peaking out from under the thin strip of cloth.

"You bastard! Stop it!!" hissed Becca.

"What?...Stop what?.." I mouthed while keeping my eyes glued to the wonderful feminine body so openly on display.

"That's my mother!" Becca hissed again and dug her nails into my thigh.

"Ow! Dammit! Her? You mean she?....Shit!..."

"Oh, just put a fucking sock in it!" and Becca jumped out of the car and stalked over to the vision before me, jawing loudly as she walked. Becca was no slacker in the looks department. She, too, was short at 5'-2" but stacked and had a nice big ass that swayed delightfully with each step that she took. Her long auburn tresses stopped just short of her jiggling breasts.

The two beautiful women, one completely dressed and the other practically naked, stood toe to toe and started yelling at each other. Ann took a roundhouse swing at her daughter but Becca ducked. Becca spun on her heel and strode into the house, awesome in her anger and still radiating sensuality. Her tightly packed 34C-25-37 body jiggled quickly through the back door.

Ann watched her go, shrugged her shoulders putting those big tits into a glorious motion, and then slowly pulled the tie from her black hair letting it fall past her shoulders then to her waist as she shook her thick mane into place. At least I think it was in place because I was too busy staring at the sexy feminine flesh jiggling about ever so pleasantly. With a quick glance and a wink my way she slowly bent over at the waist giving me a terrific ass shot, eyed the mirror finish of the Porsche closely and took a single last swipe at the front hood of her car ( I am a fan of sports cars but truly don't know which was hotter, the 911 or my fiancee's mother!). Becca's mother slowly stood up, deliberately ran her hands over her body, and then walked, strutted more accurately, toward my car. Becca had told me that her divorced mother was 50ish but, to me, her mother looked like she was in her early 20's.

"You must be Mark." she said in a little girl's high pitched voice.

"That's me..." I squeaked. "That's me." I repeated lower.

Ann leaned into the open window pushing her dangling right breast into my shoulder and planted a wet kiss on my mouth.

Follow me, dear boy!" she directed and set off for the front porch, her wide-hipped swing swayed and twitched in a natural motion that brought immediate wood.

I shot out of the car and followed my future mother in law to the front porch trying to discreetly adjust my throbbing member through my khakis. Ann, as if reading my mind, turned slightly as she walked and giggled when she saw what I was doing. I had just met this woman, moments ago, and all I wanted to do was throw her down and fuck the living shit out of my mother in law.

"Zelda....Mark. Mark...Becca's Aunt Zelda. Have a seat and get acquainted while I fetch you a drink. Tea, coffee, filtered water, Tequila...?"

"Whatever you are having is fine with me, Mom."

Ann tensed for a second at the word "mom" and then strolled into the house kicking off her clogs and pulling at the sling riding deeply into her ass crease.

"Well, nice to meet you young man. You definitely have your hands full!" Zelda giggled looking directly at my crotch. I wrenched my head away from the vision of Ann retreating, blushed, and covered my tented slacks with my hand.

"Shoot! Don't you worry a second about that! My sister Ann has had that little effect on all men since she hit puberty. Now, here's a bit of advice for you, honey. Becca may be your fiancee', and all, but Ann's house is like one big ass, man hunting, spider web...so be careful!" and Zelda laughed again.

I didn't know how to respond so we just sat on the porch in an extended silence until Ann showed back up with a tray of Margaritas and my fiancee in tow. A somewhat mollified Becca sat beside me on the swing and Ann settled into an overstuffed chair directly opposite. The silence deepened as we sipped at our sweaty glasses. Ann had "covered up" with a gauzy tie-dyed shortie wrapper, looking even sexier, if possible. Finally, Zelda broke the ice with some local gossip about the town's city council that had somehow managed to become the laughing stock of the entire state. Some of the member's egos, and one man's in particular, had clashed and become great public entertainment. We tossed their latest local issue around for awhile until Ann excused herself to dress for supper. Becca barely kept her cool when her mom waltzed by us "accidentally" nudging me with her hip. My cock was actually starting to ache when her fragrance lingered. Zelda didn't help any when she laughed and told us a few short tales about one of Ann's recent summer jobs as a hostess at a nudist camp.

Thankfully, the dinner bell finally rang and we all went inside to find an immaculately set table including elegant little ceramic knife holders. As we all sat I also noticed that even our crystal champagne flutes had a different decoration on the stem to make them distinct if you moved around, very clever and quite stylish. To top it all off the heady aroma wafting in from the kitchen smelled just great!

Dinner

"Be out in a minute, everyone."

Then my future mother in law walked in with a large platter of smoked pork ribs, which she first presented to me for my approval, and then placed onto the table. I barely noticed the food. My attention was riveted on the large tanned breasts practically spilling out of her denim halter top and the matching frayed denim short shorts that were pasted to her ass, clearly outlining her labia in the little triangle of open flesh at the top of her toned thighs. Ann had pulled her long hair back again with a bunched denim tie and was perched on tiny high arched denim heels with small denim flowers on the toes. She smelled of flowers and pheromones.

"Oh, fuck!....Mom this is a dinner not the fucking State Park!" seethed Becca.

"And you, dearie, are my guest in my home. I'll thank you to remember that little fact, and your manners, tonight. Now, a toast to my other guest!" she countered winking at me. Ann filled all of our glasses with the champagne that had been cooling in the sweating chrome ice stand near the table.

"My top to your bottom, your bottom to my top, your middle to my middle... be a good boy and you might just get a little!" my future mother in law husked while looking me in the eye and then quickly tossed her drink down while my fiancee choked beside me and Aunt Zelda laughed.

Zelda took a sip of hers and then winked at me.

"Yep, you sure have your hands full, tonight!" she laughed.

Somehow we actually managed to pass the food around and filled our plates.

"Your ribs are delicious." I said in a compliment for our hostess.

"Why, dear boy, if you think my ribs are delicious wait until you taste the rest of me!" she winked very naughtily.

Zelda and I laughed at her joke but Becca stared straight ahead and chewed her mouthful in a rigid silence. I really couldn't understand Becca's pissy attitude but would have to wait until we got home to discuss it. The rest of the meal passed in a strained atmosphere of small talk and the usual casual "getting to know you" questions. I discovered that Ann had worked for a local insurance agent for years and had traveled widely for business. She had been married (and divorced) 3 times ("Lucky bastards!" I thought to myself.) and her last husband was rich (that explains the Porsche). She definitely is a vivacious "edgy" person, very appealing in spite of her age, and, quite obviously, ready to try anything. Becca eventually cooled down enough (after several glasses of an excellent California champagne) to actually talk directly with her mother and even laugh a little at some of the embarrassing stories Ann offered up about Becca's childhood. Becca, like her mother, really loved being the center of attention.

As the conversation finally started to flow we finished our dinner and all retired to the living room, relaxing with after dinner drinks before dessert. The living room was decorated in a very sensual style that made me think more of a 1960's bachelorette pad than anything else. The carpet was a sculpted salmon shag and each corner of the room held a statuette copy of Rodin's "The Kiss." On the light green wall above the couch was a large black light poster of a nude couple tightly engaged in a hardcore sweaty love knot, the woman was obviously orgasming, literally running juice around the embedded cock while passionately chewing on her lover's tongue. A large wet bar and 64" flat screen TV took up the opposite wall. On each of the three window sills psychedelic Lava lamps glowed, their slowly jelling globs of color rising and falling in perpetual motion. On the textured ceiling an elegant disco ball spun slowly throwing a sparkling hypnotic pattern around the room. In the corner was a stone fireplace. Beside it was a low purple-velvet lounge, a piece obviously designed for one thing and one thing only, love making.

"The only thing missing in this bachelorette pad is some weed, a bit of toot, and a bowl of condoms!" I laughed, whispering in Becca's ear while slyly cupping one of her breasts.

"Ssshhh...stop that!" she giggled and whispered back but I could see the tension of her horniness reappear in her face as her legs automatically opened.

"I heard that, Mark! You know, I just might have a little something special to smoke stashed around here someplace but you'll have to provide the rubbers. Becca tells me you are quite large!" laughed my future mother in law and tossed back another shot of something frosty.

"Mother!"

"Guess that definitely sounds like my cue to leave!" laughed Aunt Zelda. She stood up and shook my hand and then thanked her sister for a pleasant meal. I watched her pinch her sister's arm, hard, and whisper, "Take it easy on him, Ann! These two are definitely in love!" Ann grimaced and turned away from her, pouting.

"Welcome to the family, Mark, and goodnight all. Have a pleasant evening, but not too pleasant, hear?!" she said and winked at me.

Definitely a little tipsy, Ann staggered some on her wobbling heels as she walked Zelda to the door. I heard them whispering together briefly and then her voice called out from the foyer, asking us if we were ready for our dessert yet.

"Yes, Mom. Can we take it poolside?" Becca answered for both of us while giving my crotch a quick squeeze.

"Of course, dear. Do you want to serve or would you like me to?"

"Why don't you, Mother? I think that Mark might definitely like that!"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely!"

"You two go ahead then. I'll bring it out in a jiffy minute!" Ann said, a new excitement registering in her girlish voice.

Becca and I strolled, hand in hand, out to her mother's large pool that glowed light green in the ambient light. In a corner a large hot tub set in a miniature jungle of succulent plants cascaded its steaming backlit overflow into the bigger glowing pool. Intermittent twisting vapors of steam rose around us. Becca immediately dropped to her knees releasing my manhood into her wet sucking mouth while pulling my khakis down.

"God, Becca! What the hell? Your mother will see us!" I gasped popping Becca's mouth off my 10 inch cock.

I tried to quickly pull my slacks back up but Becca slapped my hands away and wetly licked the underside of my balls before she allowed me to fasten my trousers.

"Booze always makes me extremely horny, Mark. You know that!" she said letting her hand stray under her panties.

"Well, horny or not, I can hear your mom's heels in the house clicking their way toward us. Fuck, what has come over you?"

"You will soon see, my soon to be husband."

"What? Shit, Zelda was right when she said that I have my hands full with you two tonight."

"My aunt said that to you? Meddling cunt! Well, as you heard me say inside I gave my mother permission to serve you dessert and I meant it so whatever she serves you is OK with me, understand?"

".....Yeah...I'm not an idiot but...."

"Here she is." Becca whispered patting my cock.

I jumped up but all I could manage was a silly grin as Ann set a large tray on the stand conveniently standing near us. She motioned toward my chair and we all sat down in the canvas and wood deck chairs arranged poolside. Becca did not even so much as blush when she rose from her knees and sat in hers not bothering to cover up. I laughed nervously and tugged at her skirt.

Ann didn't seem to notice. She lit up her cigarette with a retro Zippo, closing it with its distinct metallic click, and took a deep drag letting the smoke gradually curl from her mouth and nostrils up through her long hair in a slow sensual exhalation. She looked me in the eye and then took another drag squinting a bit as the hot smoke touched her eyes and coughed. Both Becca and Ann giggled at some invisible joke. Right then a very distinct smell hit me, a sweetly resinous odor that I haven't smelled in decades.

"Is that...? Are you smoking....?"

"Pot? Why, yes it is! Want some?" smirked my future mother in law and held the smoldering number out to me.

"Are you kidding me?...I haven't...we haven't...Becca....?"

"I said that whatever she served you is OK with me, remember? This is something that Mom and I do only on special occasions." Becca said cuddling against me.

She took the joint herself and pulled hard making the ember glow brightly orange. A scorched seed popped and arced away from her mouth, like an organic shooting star. A fragment of ashen rolling paper fell away and the weed smoked and sizzled. Becca sucked the heavy smoke deep into her lungs, held it, and then leaned toward me beckoning for a kiss. Ann smiled and nodded. I let Becca kiss me then and felt her exhaling into my mouth. The smoke felt cool and I drew it in and then sucked on Becca's tongue while accepting the shrinking joint.

Mom and daughter watched me as I flicked the growing ash off the tip and then turned it around and placed it in my mouth so just the lipstick stained end stuck out. I leaned toward my fiancee blowing a thin, but potent, stream of smoke toward her.

"My, my, my! We have a man of some experience here, Becca!" Ann giggled, watching us intently from her chair, her fingers absently stroking high on her exposed thigh.

Becca inhaled all she could in two stages and then gestured, choking some, toward her mother. I raised my eyebrows to be sure and she just nodded and waved me away from her, the pot smoke streaming into the night air.

I turned and suddenly found myself nose to nose with Ann who winked and waited. I blew the smoke toward her and then found her kissing me with a deep searching kiss while inhaling. I jerked away in a panic but she pulled me back to her lips and then I felt Becca also pressing me toward her mother's face.

"It's OK....just keep blowing...." my fiancee wheezed exhaling a thin cloud of smoke that encompassed us all in a translucent bluish haze.

I kept kissing and blowing until the joint grew too hot and I had to breath. I pulled away from a very stoned Ann. Our lips momentarily stuck together but then parted.

"You finish it, Mark." said Becca curling against my chest. "You'll need it all for the dessert."

"But I thought that this was the dessert!" I said and inhaled deeply again feeling the front edge of a pot high tickling my brain...and then, a little lower.

"Say...what kind of pot is this anyway, Ann? It kind of smells a little like some hash I smoked once at a party.

"Well, daughter, I have to say this one is definitely a keeper! Experienced and perceptive! This little doobie is some excellent Nepalese Black that I picked up on a trip to Kathmandu ages ago and have kept in my freezer for a very special occasion. The hash you are smelling is a sprinkling of some righteous Afghan hashish from just east of Kabul. They blend into an excellent smoke, don't you think? And there is an excellent aphrodisiacal side benefit as well, isn't there?....Ummm....Becca?"

"I already told you that it is alright with me, didn't I?" said my very stoned fiancee openly pulling at a long nipple through her clothing.

"Just making sure, my darling daughter, just making damn sure! Is it OK?"

The roach was now burning the tips of my fingers but I still managed one last toke that was more air than smoke before putting it out with my wet fingertips. I looked around for an ashtray but didn't see any.

"Just go ahead, Mother. I am really starting to get hungry again."

"Ann, uh what....where...?"

"Just eat it, Mark. You will really get off."

So I did savoring the charred spicy smoky flavor and then we all laughed at some unknown cosmic joke for awhile until the tears rolled down our faces and our sides truly ached. My cock was now in an aggressive state of arousal that made me wish Becca and I were alone. I swear that I could actually smell the women's cunts through their clothes!