The Mother-in-Law Apartment

We had nearly finished our brandy when Ellen came back. "Hey what's keeping you two? Oh bring your glasses and the bottle. I'll bring a couple glasses for Shannon and I."

We went into their master bedroom and then into the adjoining master bathroom and it was indeed a master with a great big corner tub. Shannon was already sitting in the foamy hot water and gave me a great big inviting smile as we walked in. I must have hesitated a bit because Ellen promptly sidled up to me and began unbuttoning my shirt. Before I even got the tee shirt over my head, I could feel Ellen unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. Then she got behind me and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of my boxers. "Okay, now let's let big boy out of the cage." And with that she pulled my boxers down to the floor and helped me get out of my socks. Shannon's eyes were fixed on my groin. I could feel Andy trying to eyeball my genitals without appearing to do so.

Ellen must have been a little surprised that I wasn't completely hard because she lifted my penis on the underside and asked: "Does big boy know what he's in for tonight?"

I stepped into the tub and Andy poured brandy all around. I made a toast to the fine dinner that Ellen and Shannon had made. I complimented them on the beautiful bathroom and they gave me a short play-by-play on how they got it that way. Andy poured another round.

Both Andy and Ellen seemed to really want events to move ahead, but it was Ellen who took over as conductor. "Try this. The fragrance is really stimulating and you get really slicked up." With those words, she handed me a bottle of some sort of shower/bath jell and I took the hint.

I soaped up Shannon's shoulders and she rose up out of the water so I could soap up her breasts. Now I was really in my element and I think we both no longer felt the presence of Andy and Ellen, who were no doubt still there sipping their brandy. Shannon had begun to play with my penis and when I say play, that's what it really was - not just grab and stroke, really playing. Some girls are just plain fascinated by the anatomy of the penis and Shannon was one of them. If she marries a guy who's circumcised, she is really going to miss the foreskin. Anyway it wasn't long and my foreskin was pretty well stretched. Oddly enough, only then did it occur to me that I was supposed to deflower a girl who I had already deflowered.

We hugged and made out and carried on a whispered conversation.

"Shannon, I take it that you didn't tell your parents that we've already fucked. Won't they notice if I go in too smoothly?"

"We'll just have to pull it off somehow. I'll be glad to squeal if you let me know when."

"I should have made a mark on my dick when the going got tough."

"Al, damn it, this is serious. Just stop at the right time and grunt a little and I'll squeal and show some pain."

"Do you have any catsup to use for blood?"

"I'll scratch your back in ecstasy and then rub some blood on the sheet."

While we were whispering, she had manipulated me to maximum erection and I was working her pussy with three fingers. We both agreed it was time so we rose up and showered each other off. After we had dried off, Andy took Shannon by the hand and led her to the adjoining master bedroom where the covers of the big king bed were turned down to the floor. Ellen took my hand and we followed. Andy graciously let Shannon lie on her back as he continued to lightly hold her right hand. Shannon spread her legs slightly and bent her knees, her feet still on the bed. Ellen used her hands to coach me into position between Shannon's legs. Before I could get all the way down and in contact with Shannon's waiting pussy, Ellen took my penis in her hand and pulled me into position - in fact as the head went in, she still had her hand around the shaft.

"Al, I think you and Shannon will find your way now." And with that she went to the head of the bed and took Shannon's left hand lightly between her hands.

I slid in an inch or so and made a show of effort. Shannon whimpered. I made like I was pushing harder and then stopped.

"Shannon, is it okay?"

She took in a deep and quick breath and moaned: "Al, you're so sweet. I want it so much. I want you deep inside me. Hurt me and then fuck me and fuck me good. Oh fuck me now! Please!"

I thought the show had gone on long enough and I was way out of control anyway. I went in most of the way and she not only squealed, she screamed. Then there was a look of relief and satisfaction on her face. I was stroking madly and she responded with counterstrokes. We were covered with sweat.

This was not to be a marathon act of intercourse and I started tensing up. Shannon had her eyes closed and seemed partly unconscious. Then I had to let go and she responded to my orgasm with one of her own. I became conscious of a burning on my back. Shannon had torn her hands free of her parents and was clinging to my back with her fingernails. Then we collapsed together and nearly went to sleep in one another's arms.

Afterwards, when we awoke and rolled apart, I saw the little blood smear in the big cum stain on the bed. It was then that I noticed that Andy and Ellen were no longer in the room. Shannon and I went into the bathroom and showered each other off. This brought on the expected result that we both got heavily aroused. I picked her up and got her legs on my shoulders but before I could enter her she came with another suggestion: "Al, please take me from behind and cup my breasts while you fuck me." She got down, turned around and sort of leaned over the lavatory. I came up to her beautiful rear end and held her hips while I entered. "Al, my breasts, please!" I didn't need to hold her hips anymore because she pushed back against my strokes. We could look at ourselves in the mirror as we fucked and that was an extra turn-on. Even so, I didn't cum nearly as soon as before on the bed and she went through what seemed like several near highs and then had one big crashing orgasm just before I finished. We showered again but this time without the follow-up sex and just collapsed into bed.

The next morning, I slid out of bed while Shannon was still sound asleep and got dressed. I didn't see anyone in the house as I quietly left and pedaled back to my basement apartment to change clothes for work. Saturday night was the big night at the club so the cleanup on Sunday was tough. I got done about three in the afternoon and went home for some badly needed sleep. The club was closed Sunday and Monday nights so unless there was snow to shovel or lots of garden work, I stayed close to home on Monday and Tuesday - sometimes sleeping in, sometimes reading the newspapers that Ruth saved for me.

Around 2 on Tuesday afternoon, I was reading Monday's NY Times when the connecting door to the basement opened and in walked Shannon barefooted and wearing her running clothes.

"I was out running and ended up here visiting Grandma. She said I ought to shower so I came down to use yours. The one upstairs is a tub-shower and I really hate those. Mom said there is really a good one down here. You don't mind do you, Al?"

"Shannon, I can't imagine I'd mind anything that you do."

I hardly got the sentence out my mouth and she was already pulling the core shirt over her head. She had on one of those front closure sport bras and that was on the floor in a jiffy. Her tights and panties went down in one smooth motion and there she stood facing me wearing her birthday suit. I must have had an astonished look because she said, "Well, I can't very well shower with my clothes on can I? Anyway, you've already seen me this way."

She headed for the bathroom and then turned around and said, "You are going to join me aren't you?"

"Shannon, your grandmother is right upstairs!"

"And?"

"I mean she's going to suspect something going on down here."

"It's not a problem, believe me. We'll talk about it later. Come on, I want you to wash me."

She went in and I heard water running and I got undressed. By now I had recovered from my surprise and shock - as evidenced by the swelling down below.

In the shower I took a bar of soap and soaped her back and then moved around to those beautiful taught breasts, alternately soaping and rinsing. Shannon's nipples got hard and I could see her eyes closing and hear her soft moaning. I washed her feet and moved up her legs using lots of alternating pressure on the inside of her thighs. As I started soaping her pussy, I couldn't help but notice she was very well lubricated and three fingers went right in with no effort. This really got her moaning so I stood up and rubbed the slit with the head of my cock.

"Al, oh Al, I want it now!"

No more invitation was needed. I reached under her knees, lifted her up and set her lubed-up pussy right on my cock. All I had to do was let her down and I was inside of paradise itself. Both of us rocked away using our hips and although it didn't take us long to peak, a standing up fuck like this is pretty strenuous for the male and I was really panting when we both settled down. I let her slide down to put her feet back on the floor of the shower. Just then the shower curtain parted and a stark naked Ellen squeezed in with us. I realized then that it must already be after five and she was just off work.

"Wow, it sounded like you two had a really nice sexy shower! I got all wet just listening."

Things had already come to the point where the only thing that surprised me with this family was that they could still surprise me. Now what the hell do you do when you are in the shower with mother and daughter, just after you have blown your wad with the daughter? First, you hope that you can get Johnnie back up again, and second, somehow keep both happy.

"Ellen, you never stop surprising me."

"I've been getting wet all afternoon at work thinking about what you two might be up to so I decided to come and see as soon as I got off."

Shannon was all smiles. I knew some wondrous activities were in store and I wondered who would take the lead.

It was Ellen who took command. "Come on Al, don't be so dumbfounded, soap me up and make me hot. Shannon, see what you can do with Al's big penis. Look, he's still soft. Pull his foreskin back and soap up the head."

Shannon was now really in her element and before long, I started swelling up. I soaped Ellen's tits really well and by the time I started soaping her pussy, she was really wet and so loose that three of my fingers went right in. At the same time that I was finger fucking her pussy with the first three fingers of my right hand, my left hand was massaging her tits and pinching her nipples. Meanwhile, Shannon was successfully working my cock back into form, first with her hands and then she went down and I felt those luscious lips slide over the head and go down the shaft until I felt the head stop somewhere in the back of her mouth. I knew now that I wanted to fuck Ellen quickly. It was time for me to take charge.

"Shannon, I want to fuck your Mom and I want you to watch. Let's all get dried off and go to the bed. We need some space for what comes next."

After we got done drying one another, I took them both by the hand, Ellen on the right and Shannon on the left, and we walked stark naked to the little bedroom. I stopped before the bed and hugged and kissed both, sort of to let them know that neither was to be left out of the fun to come. Then I pulled back the blankets and bunched up the pillows against the headboard. Then I sat down in the middle of the bed and towards the head so as to sit up. Shannon and Ellen took my patting the bed to the left and right as a cue and sat on either side of me. And there we were, all stark naked sitting up in bed, Shannon on the right of me and Ellen on the left. My right arm was well over Shannon's shoulder so I could cup her right tit, the left doing the same for Ellen. They were both kissing me so I couldn't see what was going on in my lap but I felt hands groping my dick. Momentarily, breaking off the kissing, I was able to see Ellen's right hand working my dick while Shannon was leaning over a bit to cup my balls, alternately squeezing and rolling them.

Obviously, I couldn't hold back much longer and I really wanted to fuck Ellen so again it was time for me to take the initiative. Rolling over onto my knees, I manhandled Ellen away from the head of the bed and got between her knees. Shannon got up onto her knees and moved beside me. Ellen raised her knees and spread her legs further to give me better access. Shannon took my dick in her hand and sort of guided me to Ellen's waiting pussy. I slid all the way in and began fucking with long slow strokes. Shannon, holding Ellen's right hand, had several of Ellen's fingers in her mouth and was sucking them noisily while at the same time rubbing her clit with her right hand. I wondered who would climax first. The answer came soon enough. Ellen with two people attending her, let out a scream and I felt her cum squirt over my groin and thighs. Shannon let go of Ellen's hand and worked herself into frenzy with both hands and squirted on the bed between her legs. This time she sort of fainted momentarily and then came to with a wide smile. In the meantime, I came inside Ellen and collapsed against her.

The three of us sort of entangled ourselves together on the bed, all sweaty and silent for what must have been a half hour or so. When we cooled off a little, we covered up and got into a groping scene. I couldn't get it up properly anymore so I went down on both alternately and they were able to climax, albeit not as violently as before.

"Should we go to the shower and get cleaned up?" asked a sweet voiced Shannon.

"If you girls, promise not to abuse my penis, I'll be glad to come along and help you wash."

Taking my dick in her hand softly, Ellen replied: "Poor thing, overworked and abused. Promise not to make a human rights issue of this and I'll apply some healing lotion."

Then back into the tiny shower, lots of soaping, rinsing and groping, but I still couldn't get it back up. After we dried off, Ellen and Shannon did do a nice job of applying some kind of hand lotion to my dick, but even with all their kind hand- and mouth-work, my Richard was only moderately responsive.

"Girls, you'll just have to come back another day."

And indeed they did. The next afternoon they came together, no "just happened to be jogging in the neighborhood" from Shannon and no "just happen to be on my way home from work" from Ellen. Along about 5, they knocked on the connecting door and entered without delay. Both walked over to me and we got into a big hugging, kissing and groping session in the living room before Ellen took the initiative and made her proposal for the afternoon's entertainment.

"Shannon and I thought it would be kind of neat to see who can make you cum first." And with that she took out one of those old-fashioned boiled egg timers.

"Wow, I can't wait to hear the rules of engagement for that."

"Okay Al, here's the way it's going to work. You're going to lie on your back and you're not allowed to wiggle, thrust or take any action at all. Shannon and I are going to take turns riding the peg, each of us getting one minute at a time. I mean like I ride you for a minute and then when the alarm buzzes, Shannon gets her turn. We go like that until you cum. The one riding when you cum is the winner."

This all sounded good to me but I still had a question. "And what is the prize for the winner?"

"It's a surprise for you."

The winner was Ellen. It occurred to me that this "contest" might not have as much to do with talent as with luck. Both women had wonderful, wet sexy pussies and both were good looking in their own way. Shannon had a beautiful body in the Hollywood and Playboy sense. Ellen was more rounded out and for me, somehow more exuberant. And Ellen was more uninhibited than Shannon, if indeed that were possible. The "prize" ended up being that the winner got to clean me up. Ellen went at it with gusto while Shannon watched and masturbated herself to a crashing orgasm. In spite of Ellen's enthusiastic licking, I only got half a hard-on and Ellen didn't really get off either. I wondered who really was the winner.

As the week of spring break went on there were more double plays and some singles. In one double play, both Ellen and Shannon got on their knees side-by-side on the living room floor. The object of this game was that I was supposed to bring them both to orgasm before I exploded. I nearly came just looking at those two magnificent rear ends and exposed pussies. Needless to say, my thundering orgasm came pretty quickly. Being a proponent of fair play and a good loser, I decided to let both benefit. I started squirting inside Shannon and then before exhaustion, pulled out and let Ellen have the rest. Since neither had yet reached their peak and my pecker was drooping, the only thing to do was to use my tongue and hands and bring them both over the top.

With the end of spring break, Shannon went back to school and Ellen and I took up where we had left off. I liked it best when she worked swing shift because then she came over in the afternoon before work when she wasn't tired. We had sex and afterwards lay around having long talks about every subject imaginable. History, politics, health, books, movies, taxes - you name it. She often tried to steer the conversation towards my background and I really had to be careful. Holding back wasn't easy. After all, we had been pretty damn intimate for over half a year and she still hadn't given me a single reason to distrust her and that's saying something.

After all, for around 15 years, my distrust had been a big factor in keeping me free. I pretended to Ellen that the whole business with job loss and nasty divorce was still too painful to talk about. In reality, it had never come to a divorce, at least not for me. After the separation, my ex had tried to strengthen her case by accusing me of mistreating our kids. The DA got wind of this and got a court order to have the kids seen by a child psychologist. That's when the cluster fuck really began. Child shrinks work with dolls and have all kinds of tricks. Basically, they can get a kid to say anything they want the kid to say. Once she got the kids to say what she wanted them to say, the DA sent the police around to pick me up. Then to make matters worse, my wife turned over a video that I'd made of the kids romping playfully in the kiddy pool in our backyard - stark naked of course. Neither my ex or I were in the video, but at the end it was my voice asking them if they wanted some ice cream. Worse yet, the damn video camera picked up and somehow exaggerated my breathing while I was recording!

I was arrested and I got into the system - arraignment, prints, DNA, the whole nine yards. My attorney recommended a plea bargain. Maybe I could get off with "only" 5 or 10 years and still be in my forties when I got out. Go to prison as a convicted child molester? Yeah right, come out in my forties with a worn-out asshole, no teeth and who knows what other damage. And was if I came out at all. Thanks but no thanks. I said get me out on bail and I'll fight this all the way. Fortunately, we had lots of equity in the house and savings. Those assets plus what a local bail bondsman put up, I was released on bail.

Fighting is not what I had had in mind. I ran. With a little hiking rucksack and some basic necessities, I took a Greyhound to Cincinnati and pretended to be homeless, which in fact, I really was. I quickly learned how to travel by freight train, get jobs that pay in cash and most importantly, stay anonymous.

Here in Chester, things were really peachy. I had a really decent place to live, enough money to eat well, buy proper clothes and more sex than 99% of all men my age could even dream about. To keep this going, I just needed to avoid conflict with Ellen and her family and not get noticed too much by the neighbors. Fortunately, about half of all Americans don't even know the names of their neighbors. That's what the statistics show and it sure jives with what I've seen. I always wonder if it used to be different. Like in a Norman Rockwell painting where two neighbors are leaning on the back fence discussing the weather or beer or sex or whatever. It wasn't that way where I lived with my ex and I'd not seen it during my time on the run.