Man of the House Ch. 08

"How'd it go with Megan?" he asked.

"Really good," she replied, hopping up to sit on the counter. She began to explain how she had handled it and confidently asserted that Megan shouldn't be a problem anymore.

"Listen, Erin. Can we trade cars tomorrow night? I have a date with Vanessa and I'd like to borrow your Forerunner."

"Yeah, that sounds okay. Am I going to need to replace the shocks when I get it back?" she teased.

"Well, you know Vanessa," he shrugged.

She laughed and swung her leg up to kick him in the butt.

As she helped him work on dinner about an hour later, they heard the garage door open. Cory looked over at Erin and smiled, but didn't say a word. Erin just thought he was weird. Until her mother came in. As soon as the door opened, Cory turned around to put his back to the counter. Michelle made a beeline straight for him and threw herself into him. They made out shamelessly and passionately right there in front of Erin, who had no clue why.

"Damn," she said, watching the oddly enticing scene before her. "I have a feeling I'm sleeping alone tonight," she said as she turned back to her task of slicing the onions for her homemade salsa.

Michelle backed away, breathing heavily, love and lust in her eyes as she looked up at her son. "Why me?" she asked, tears starting to fill her eyes.

"Why not you?" he asked, his thumb stroking her cheek. Again she wrapped her arms around his waist, this time burying her face in his chest. He held her tightly to himself and stroked her back for a minute before pushing her away when he felt her starting to relax. "Why don't you go change? Erin and I will finish up dinner and we'll eat on the patio."

Michelle simply nodded before turning to go upstairs.

"What the hell was that all about?" Erin asked.

"You told me that I could be a man that reminds her what it means to be a woman who is loved and respected. That's all I'm doing." With that, he walked out to the patio to flip the burgers on the grill.

Dinner was lighthearted and relaxed. Michelle cleaned the dishes up, telling her children to relax. They sat at the counter talking to her as she cleaned everything up, the satellite radio playing low in the background. Having drained the dishwater from the sink, their mother turned to Erin. "I need Cory to myself tonight. And tomorrow night."

"Oh. Okay."

"Are you sure?"

Cory didn't say a word.

Erin thought for a moment and nodded. "Sure, yeah. If I can work it out, would it be all right if I spent a couple of days at Megan's, then?"

Michelle thought she may have hurt Erin. "That's fine. Did I do something?"

"No, nothing like that. But if I can't be involved for a couple of days, I don't know that I need to be here and be tempted by it. And then Saturday, mom, I want you."

"So you're not upset? I don't want to be selfish."

"No. I don't know what happened today, so that's a surprise, but I knew that tomorrow is your date and I expected to be out of that one."

"But we're all good?" Michelle asked. Cory and Erin agreed that everything was fine.

Michelle walked around the counter and hugged and kissed her daughter, whispering, "Thank you, sweetie. I can't wait for Saturday." She pulled away and smiled, getting a smiling nod from Erin.

Turning to Cory, his mother pointed, "You. Come with me." She walked upstairs, fully expecting him to follow her. As soon as he walked into her room, he saw her standing there, still dressed in her tank top and shorts, her hand on her hip.

"You need to know that my panties were soaked all afternoon after I got those flowers. And I haven't been able to do anything about it. Think you can help me out?"

"I think so," Cory smiled.

His mother yanked her tank top over her head and shoved her shorts and panties down. Within a couple of seconds she was suddenly completely nude. With one hand she squeezed her tit and pulled her nipple while the other hand stroked at her clit. She apparently had no patience because she dropped onto the bed and pulled her feet up, spreading her knees apart.

"Get to work," she ordered.

Her son didn't wait for clarification. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy, clamping his mouth right on it. As soon as he made contact, she responded with a scream.

"OH, FUCK!" she cried, her hand latching onto the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him into her. He worked his tongue into her and up over her clit. Forcing his face further against her, Cory reached up on the outside of her thighs and grabbed both tits, squeezing with the fervor she was demanding. "Dammit, Cory. Squeeze my tits. God, fuck me with your tongue!" She raised her head to watch her son working her pussy over with his mouth and caught sight of him looking at her.

She was only mildly surprised to see Erin standing at the door watching with a hand down her shorts. She winked at her daughter, who smiled back as her hand moved behind the red shorts. Knowing she was being watched only turned Michelle on more and it wasn't long before she began humping against her son's face while she looked her daughter in the eye.

Cory was moaning into her cunt, enjoying the flavor she was releasing. She was right. She had been sitting in her own moisture a long time. The smell was in her pubic hair and as soon as he jammed his nose into her fur he knew that what she had said was the truth. It was musky and strong and made his burgeoning erection bend in pain, being pinned downward by his shorts. He tried to ignore it. He was going to make her handle it after she came in his mouth.

It didn't take long.

"GAH!" she screamed, "I'm cumming, baby! Lick it up!" She squealed and convulsed before settling back, her hips dropping to the bed. Cory stood up and quickly removed his shirt and his shorts, kicking them to the side before grabbing his mother's thighs and driving straight into her.

"OH!" she screamed, surprised. "You wanted it, huh, baby? You wanted momma's cunt?"

"Yeah! I wanted it all day!" He was driving into her with both depth and speed, smacking into her thighs and butt with his groin. They were making loud slapping noises at each impact. Michelle looked around him and saw her naked daughter by the door, leaning against the wall, one foot up on the dresser, her hand working over her pussy.

"Get it, then!" she said through gritted teeth. "Fuck it for all you're worth!"

Cory suddenly pulled free, disappointing and surprising her as he shuffled onto the bed, holding himself at the base. Almost immediately she knew what he wanted. She turned over onto her knees quickly to be able to take him in her mouth, and as soon as he was close enough, she held him with her hand and jammed her mouth down onto him. She made lewd noises as she drooled all over him and popped him into her throat and back out. After only a few seconds of this, she spun around onto her back again so he could thrust back into her cunt.

Three or four times they repeated this process and as her son plowed into her pussy or forced his cock into her mouth, she caught herself looking over to see her daughter shoving her fingers into her snatch or rubbing her clit intently. Michelle smiled at her and watched as a silent orgasm burst forth onto the carpet, an arcing stream of cum blasting several feet in front of the tiny blonde siren.

This forced a climax from the older temptress. The strength of her orgasm pressed her son out of her canal and splashed his groin and the bedspread they were fucking on. As she collapsed he rammed back into her and picked up where he had left off, quickly drawing another and then another flooding climax from her.

"I'm cumming, mom!" Cory wailed.

She ripped herself away from him and took him back into her mouth, bringing a strained groan from her son as his orgasm was imminent. He removed his own hand as she stroked him, her mouth covering the head.

"Here it is!" he grunted.

She quickly pulled off and breathed his name.

He looked down and saw the underside of his head resting on her tongue, her mouth wide open. He tried to hold his eyes open, but failed. He felt the first blast scream its way out, followed by a moan and another blast, another moan. By the third blast he had his strength enough to open his eyes and watch. He watched a stream fly out, creating a streak down from his mother's hairline to her nose, but it had landed between two other streaks, one that ran from her hair to chin and one that had splashed on her nose and ran diagonally over one eye. She had a huge smile as she continued to stroke him. Everything was too much and the fourth stream arched over her head, landing on the bedspread and in her hair. Two more convulsions forced more seed to dribble onto her tongue, creating a puddle of white on her bright pink tongue.

"How do I look?" she laughed as her son collapsed onto his heels, breathing heavily. "Because I feel like a whore." She swallowed what was on her tongue and sucked the remaining cum from her son's cock, bringing a flinch and a laugh. She stood and walked to the bathroom to see herself in the mirror. "Oh, my god, that's so sexy. I've never had so much cum on my face. I definitely feel like a whore now. I look like a porn star." She turned to her son. "Maybe one day you can film us fucking and I can watch myself getting sprayed with your cum, baby. What do you think?"

"Damn, mom," he groaned with a smile, shaking his head.

Erin had already gone back to her room after her brother facialized her mother, but she heard the conversation through the two open doors and whispered to herself, "Or maybe he can cum on both our faces." She laughed to herself at the thought, then picked up her laptop to message Megan about spending the day and night with her.

Michelle's alarm went off at six, and she woke up with butterflies in her stomach. "Tonight's the night," she sang to herself as she slid out of bed. She was very excited about her date with Cory even though she had no idea what he had in mind. She had been trying all week to stay on top of her work, or even ahead of it, so there would be no reason for her to have to stay late. She even told her manager that she was going to work through lunch so she could leave a little bit early today. She said that would be all right and asked if she had plans with the man who gave her those beautiful roses, smiling as she asked. Michelle had nodded and smiled, her heart again overflowing with love at just the mention of a date with him.

After getting ready for work, she went to the kitchen and packed a light lunch into her insulated lunch bag. Turning to the coffee maker to fill her travel mug, she saw a note stuck onto the front of the coffee maker. It simply read. "6:30. Be ready. Love you." Again, butterflies.

Erin made her way to Megan's house early in the day. Her mother was gone to work and her brother would not be home for several hours, but she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her best friend. She pulled her bag out of the back seat and as soon as she closed the door, she saw Megan coming around the front of the car. "Hey, blondie," she said. "What's with the car?"

"Oh. Cory needed the room in my Forerunner, so we traded for the weekend."

"Okay. Cool." Megan smiled and grabbed Erin's hand. "Soooo... do you have any plans for the weekend?"

"You're the host," Erin smiled, her head tilted a little to the side. "I'm at your mercy."

"Mmm. We'll see about that." Megan kissed Erin lightly and briefly on the lips, stroking her arm. She backed away and noted that Erin had that peaceful look. Everything was good between them, it seemed. "Let's go inside."

"Okay."

For the first couple of hours, the two beauties watched a horror movie on Netflix, flirting and laughing together, and munching on light snacks. By the time the movie was over, they had decided on a second one, the next one in the sequel, and ordered a pizza with toppings that neither of their families would eat. After they finished their pizza, they lay on the couch, Megan spooning Erin, and watched the rest of the slasher film, just enjoying each other's company and occasionally making out.

Erin's head was turned toward her brunette lover's face, which was hovering above her own as she felt Megan's body pressed against her back, her hand reaching over to cover her breast. Neither had said a word in the last few minutes as they had just continued to reconnect for the first time since their fight. Erin heard a gasp and moan and turned her head in surprise to see two of the surplus characters in the movie making out. It was two of the cheerleaders, the redhead and the nerdy brunette virgin. They were in a hot tub and apparently the redhead had convinced the virgin that she could stay a virgin and still have a little fun.

Erin was enjoying the show, especially combined with the feeling of her own friend's hand on her breast while she watched the redhead pulling the bikini top of the young brunette over to the side, exposing her small pink nipples.

"Erin," Megan whispered in the blonde's ear, "I still have my cheerleading costume from two Halloweens ago."

"Oh god," Erin breathed, Megan's hand stroking her lower belly.

"And the hot tub is just sitting empty on the deck." She licked the rim of Erin's ear. "Why watch a movie when we can go right now?"

Erin giggled. "I suppose you're the slutty cheerleader and I'm the hapless virgin?"

"If you don't mind a little role play."

"Mm-mm," she shook her head.

"Good," Megan breathed. "Wait for me in the tub." She patted Erin on the hip and they both sat up, Megan pausing the movie, the image of the two girls kissing frozen on the large screen.

"Wait," Erin said. "I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Improvise," Megan called out, never bothering to turn around as she made her way to her room.

The blonde walked out to the deck and turned on the hot tub jets, checking the water temperature. She was thankful that they had the hot tub in a separate screened in section of the deck so they didn't have to keep it covered all the time. It also afforded a little privacy since they put rolling bamboo blinds over the screens, which would be replaced with glass in the winter.

Erin quickly returned to her bag, having formed the beginnings of a plan. She stripped and dropped her clothes on her bag at the foot of the couch before putting on her glasses and putting her hair up in a ponytail.

She had only been settled into the tub for a minute when she heard the sliding glass door open behind her. She whipped her head around, like a young woman realizing she was somewhere she probably shouldn't have been. Megan let a brief smile escape before belting out, "What the hell are you doing here?" and quickly closing the door behind her.

It only took Erin a split second to appreciate the black and gold and white cheer top and skirt her friend had donned, the gold-trimmed black letters "FU" on the chest.

"I...uh... I didn't know anyone was home. Your brother had to go to baseball practice, but told me to wait here. He said I could use the hot tub." She tried to look scared and nervous.

"He did, huh? You must be Tracy, his girlfriend. I'm Ashley." Megan walked up and extended a hand to her brother's girlfriend. Erin tried to cover her chest with one arm while pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose before reaching out to shake Meg... Ashley's hand. "You're cute. I can see why he likes you."

"Uh...thanks. I guess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you shy? You seem a little bashful about having another girl talk to you while you're topless." Megan leaned in and craned her neck to look into the water. "Or naked."

"Well, I didn't bring a swimsuit. I didn't think anyone would be home."

Megan stood up again and stretched. "Well, I'm a little tight after practice. I was going to hop in the hot tub and let the jets work their magic. Mind if I join you?"

"I'll just get out. Can you hand me that towel, please?" she asked, indicating the towel on the plastic table by the door.

"You don't have to do that. This tub is plenty big for the two of us." With that, Megan pulled her top over her head, forcing a gasp from the bespectacled blonde as she saw her friend's breasts "for the first time", and watched her ponytail tied with a gold ribbon swing at her neck. Megan smiled and shook her head at her lover's feigned shock.

"You're not going to wear a swim suit?" she asked, still shielding her eyes.

"Why?" she asked. "Never seen another girl naked?" she laughed.

"Well...no."

"Tracy. Look at me." The blonde looked up timidly. Megan was compassionate, but matter-of-fact. "They're just tits. We all have them." She lifted her modest breasts and "Tracy" nodded, though still obviously embarrassed. "And this," said Ashley, lifting her skirt in the front, "is my pussy and it's pretty much like yours, I'm sure. Unless you're hiding a dick under those bubbles. You're not a tranny are you?" she laughed.

Tracy laughed a little at that one. "No. I have a...I'm like you."

"Great! Now that we got that out of the way," Ashley pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, "Let's hot tub!" She climbed in on the opposite side of where Tracy sat, and settled into the water, resting her head on the side of the tub and closing her eyes with a sigh. She extended her legs and felt her foot brush against Tracy's.

"So, Tracy. Where did you meet my brother?"

"We're in English Lit together."

"Yeah? Are you an English major like he is?"

"Yes."

"I like to read."

"What do you like to read?"

"Erotic Literature. Stuff like that." She smiled at Tracy's expression.

Tracy squirmed a little, making it a point of looking uncomfortable in front of the bold brunette across from her. "Um, when is someone supposed to come home?"

"Why? Is my brother supposed to join you out here?" Ashley didn't even open her eyes.

"No. I just don't want to get caught...like this."

Ashley lifted her head and sat up straight. "Like what? Naked?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry. When he gets here, I'll leave so you two can... you know," she winked "Bow chicka wow wow." She laughed afterward, hoping to draw Tracy out.

"Oh, we haven't...done...that."

"Really? You guys have been dating for...what? Three months?"

"About."

"Have you done anything? Handjobs? Oral?"

"No." Tracy pushed her glasses up onto her nose and turned to look away.

"How long do you usually wait before you do something with a guy?"

"I don't know. I've never done anything with a guy before."

"Really?" Ashley sounded surprised.

"Really. I mean I've never even kissed a guy."

"Why not?"

"I mean, I want to, but... I... uh, I don't want to mess it up."

Ashley sighed and nodded, gliding across to sit next to Tracy. "Okay, do you want to know how to kiss?"

Tracy nodded quickly. "Oh, yes! Very much!"

"Tell you what. I'm gonna help you out. I'll teach you how to kiss. Then you can kiss whoever you want without being afraid."

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not a lesbian."

"So what?" Ashley laughed. "I'm just a tutor. You don't have to call yourself a lesbian because a girl helps you learn how to kiss. So you can kiss your BOYfriend. I won't even tell anyone. No one ever has to know."

"Well, I guess if no one finds out..."

"Okay, then. I'll be the boy and you will, of course, be you. That means I'll have to do what a guy is going to do and you'll have to be prepared to respond to it. Okay?"

"Okay...I guess. I don't know what that means."

"You'll know when I do it. Anything you want to stop, you stop. If you want me to keep going, you just let me. That's how it works with guys."

"Oh. All right."

"Ready?" Ashley asked.

Tracy nodded, biting her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and felt her glasses being removed from her face. She opened her eyes to see Ashley closing the arms of her black plastic frames and setting them on the edge of the hot tub. Ashley turned back to Tracy and taking her face in both hands she closed her eyes and grazed her lips across the virgin's lips for her first kiss ever.