The Single Mothers Club Ch. 03

"Oh Jesus!" Ashley cried out. "Yes! Just like that! I'm close!"

I looked up past Ashley's quivering breasts to her face. Ashley's eyes were closed, just like on the couch. My heart sank a little. I had imagined her looking down at me with fire in her eyes, seeing my devotion to her wet and delicious pussy. But I persevered.

I doubled down on Ashley's clit, barraging it with my tongue and lips. I kept up pressure on her asshole through the thin fabric of her bathrobe, and squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands.

Ashley's fingers tightened in my hair, and she cried out loudly as she came. I felt her pussy lips tighten then loosen, and she coated my lips and chin in juices.

I gave Ashley's pussy one more big, open-mouth kiss, licked it, and stood.

Ashley opened her eyes. The skin of her breasts, neck, and face were flushed. Her hair was wild, curling over her forehead and shoulders.

Ashley gave me a wicked smile. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?"

I wiped the back of my hand over my mouth and chin. "Fuck yeah," I said. "I think I have room for seconds."

Standing in front of Ashley, my erection pressed out against my gym shorts. Ashley licked her lips, then stood. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts, a tight grasp. She tugged me towards the hall and bedroom.

"Come on," she said. "Now it's my turn to eat. And I want breakfast in bed."

"Ashley," I said, hesitating a moment, "why were your eyes closed?"

Ashley kept her hand on my cock, but turned away from me. She bit her bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"Honestly," she said, "I'm still struggling. You look so much like him. I sometimes... forget that you're not your father. And then I remember you're my step-son. And my thoughts get complicated."

I took Ashley's chin in my fingers and turned her face towards me. Her eyes darted across mine, searching out my emotions. I pulled Ashley in for a deep kiss. Her fingers danced over my cock, feeling its girth and firmness through my gym shorts.

"I want you to watch me," I said.

Ashley's face was flush, and her dark eyes were locked in on mine. She nodded.

"I'll try," she said.

Suddenly Ashley's phone on the kitchen island chimed. Her eyes darted to it, and she swore.

"Shit! I totally forgot," she said.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Ashley's hands went to her phone, and she quickly sent out a text.

"Today is a picnic for the Single Mothers Club," she told me. "I'm supposed to bring croissants and jam."

"Are you still going to go?"

Ashley gave me a long look over her shoulder.

"What do you mean? We're spending the whole weekend together, right?"

I smiled, relieved. "Should we go back to the bedroom?"

Ashley shook her head. "That's not what I mean. You're coming with me to the picnic."

"Like as your date?"

My head swam. Was Ashley ready to take our love public? I imagined myself kissing her in front of all the other moms. I knew that I'd fantasized about it, but I wasn't sure I was ready for my fantasy to become reality.

Ashley laughed.

"Good God, no! You'll just have to be my step-son. And I expect you to behave well."

Ashley reached down and squeezed my cock through my shorts again. I groaned without meaning to. My cock felt like it was about to tear through the thin fabric of my gym shorts and fire towards Ashley like a torpedo. My blood sang in my ears. All I wanted to do was push Ashley to her knees, grab handfuls of her dark, thick hair, and thrust my cock through her plump lips into her wet mouth and throat. I wanted to fuck her mouth as saliva ran down her chin, dripped onto her round breasts. I wanted to fuck her mouth until I came down her gullet, I wanted to hear her gulping me down, slurping me, sucking every last drop from me.

Ashley must have seen the fire in my eyes. Her face flushed, and she smiled widely. She stepped closer to me, close enough that my erection pressed against her belly.

"If you behave," she said coyly, running her fingers over my back and shoulders, "I'll give you one hell of a reward when we get home."

"I'll behave," I said, my whole body quivering as I fought the urge to fuck my step-mom there on the kitchen island.

Ashley stood up on her tip-toes and kissed me. She slipped her tongue into my mouth, and her fingers played through my hair. I rested my hands on her back and ass, holding her tight against my body and my rock-hard dick.

"Good boy," she whispered in my ear.

...

It was one of the rare sunny days in San Francisco, not a wisp of fog to be seen. The sky was a faultless blue, and the trees of Golden Gate Park shifted and sighed contentedly in the gentle breeze.

The moms had chosen a spot near the Conservatory of Flowers, a white glass palace built during an old intercontinental exhibition. It was surrounded by rolling lawns and garden beds exploding with flowers. Birds sang from perches in the tall eucalyptus and redwood trees, and the park was busy with bicycles, joggers, and laughing families.

Ashley looked stunning in a blue sundress patterned with white flowers, a black cardigan, and a floppy brown hat that could have come out of a 60's hippie film. She'd pinned her hair up, and the dark felt of the hat framed her pale oval face and long supple neck. I wore a plaid button-down, skinny jeans, and Converse, my usual outfit for casual gatherings. As we crossed the park, the backs of our hands brushed. Self-consciously, I pulled my hand away, but within a few minutes our arms brushed again. This time Ashley pulled her hand away, tucking a loose chestnut curl behind her ear. She glanced at me, and we both smiled sheepishly.

The Single Mothers Club had set up a number of picnic blankets surrounding a few tables loaded with trays of sandwiches, snacks, and desserts. Open coolers were filled with ice, beer, wine, and sodas. I recognized many of the moms here, and some of the kids; the picnic was a riot of screaming children, laughing women, and paper plates of food left out under the sun.

I waved at Lupe, who held her little monster against her large breasts. She was dressed in a green peasant blouse and black jeans. She waved back and winked at me, then continued her conversation with Olga. Ms. Okinawa sat straight-backed at a picnic table, holding court to a half-circle of young moms sitting on picnic blankets below her. A mob of children suddenly ran past us, being chased by Samantha. She gave me a quick smile, then continued to follow the children, shouting out, "Here comes the dinosaur!"

Ashley placed her croissants and jam on a table, and then walked off to talk with her friend Lara. I made myself a plate of food and looked out over the crowd of beautiful moms. There must have been twenty or so women here, every one of them stunning. There were moms in elegantly patterned sundresses, splayed out like spilled bouquets on picnic blankets. There were moms in tank-tops and shorts, stretching their bare legs in the sun. There were moms in leggings and sports bras, showing off their yoga bodies, their Crossfit abs and cycling asses.

I was shaken out of my reverie when Lupe and Erin approached, each smiling widely.

"Ansel, you're here!" Lupe cried out, giving me a hug.

"Hey Ansel," Erin said, eyeing me shyly.

Lupe was a short and vivacious woman, with long black hair that she parted down the middle and tied back in a ponytail. She had a round face with dark tan skin and plump pink lips. Her eyes were dark and mischievous. As she hugged me, I felt her breasts against me, large breasts for her small frame.

Erin was taller than Lupe, with a cascade of wavy red hair and an hourglass figure. Her large breasts stood out over a slim waist and wide hips, accentuated by the tight maroon t-shirt and short khaki shorts she wore. I couldn't help but admire her long, full legs, and wonder at the fact that just a bare inch or two of khaki hid the edge of her panties.

"Hi Lupe, hi Erin," I said, putting my empty plate down on a nearby picnic table. "I'm glad to see you! There aren't a lot of guys here for me to hang out with."

Lupe laughed, and placed her hands on her hips. She eyed me flirtatiously, and said, "You got a special invitation. I heard a lot of the moms texted Ashley, making sure you'd be here."

"Really?" I asked, blushing.

Erin nervously rubbed at her bare arm.

"I, uh, might have been one of those moms," she confessed.

"Me too," Lupe said with a wink.

Looking at Lupe, at her large breasts and plump lips, I couldn't help remember when she had spread those lips over my cock after I had cleaned her house. After I came down her throat, I'd eaten her out, and we'd snuggled afterwards on the couch in post-orgasm bliss.

Erin, on the other hand, I had only flirted with. I'd sensed the opportunity for more, but Ashley had called me away before anything could happen. And with the looks she was giving me, I suspected that Erin was wondering if we would ever have another shot.

Lupe suddenly piped up, saying, "You don't need a guy here, Ansel. What you need is a girl of your own. Don't you think so, Erin?"

Erin nodded, and said, "Yeah, Ansel's a catch. I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Aren't you dating anyone?" Lupe asked. "You know San Francisco is full of beautiful women."

"I know," I replied, "I'm talking to two of them."

"Oh, you flirt!" Erin cried out, pushing my shoulder. "You need a girl who's more available than any of these moms. Between their kids, their ex's, and their jobs, these women don't have time to give you what you deserve."

"Are you on a dating app?" Lupe asked.

"Yeah," I said, "but I haven't been using it too much."

"Ooooh, let us see!" Erin said.

"No way!"

Lupe stepped closer, and wrapped her hands around my back. Again, her large breasts pressed against my chest, and she said in a flirtatious voice, "Come on, let us see your cute dating profile."

I felt myself getting rather hot and bothered by this two gorgeous women. Suddenly Lupe darted her hand into my pocket, and snatched out my phone.

"Hey, give that back!" I said.

Lupe danced away, and Erin stepped between us.

"If you unlock it, I'll give it back," Lupe laughed.

I tried to get around Erin, but she strong-armed me.

"Okay, okay!" I cried out. I gave Lupe the code to unlock my phone.

"Yes!" Lupe cheered. "Okay, now I'm going to open the app."

"Hey! You said you'd give it back."

"One moment, papi!" Lupe teased.

Erin joined Lupe's side, staring into my phone.

"Oh, that's a cute picture of you," she said.

Lupe started swiping at my phone screen.

"Let's see who Ansel's prospects are!"

"Hm," Erin said, "I don't like her. Swipe left."

Lupe did so.

"No, she's too young for Ansel. Swipe left."

I watched, aghast, as these two moms started barring dozens of beautiful girls from my dating profile.

"Oh, too many tattoos. This one's definitely a vegan, no good. How about her, a weightlifter? No, I don't like that smile. Oh, she's got a cute dog. But I think she's too fake."

Suddenly Lupe and Erin cried out together.

"Oh my god, is she dating again?"

"I guess so! Do you think Ansel would like her?"

Erin gave me a long look, a crimson blush coming to her neck and cheeks.

"Yeah, actually, I think so."

Lupe waved me over.

"Ansel, check this out."

I squeezed between the two women. Lupe's head came up to my chest, and Erin stood at my shoulder. Lupe held my phone between them, and the screen was framed by their large breasts. On my phone I saw a young woman, probably in her early twenties, with short dirty-blonde hair and a lopsided grin.

"What do you think?" Lupe asked.

"Yeah, she's cute," I admitted.

Erin pointed across the picnic tables.

"She's right over there!"

I looked over and saw the woman from my phone. She was slim, wearing a tan knit crop top that clung to her small breasts, and white chinos. Her short blond hair was hidden under a broad-brimmed straw sunhat. She crouched down near Ms. Okinawa and peered through an expensive-looking camera, taking quick pictures.

"That's Valerie," Erin said. "Her baby boy is... oh, Sammy's got him. Just nine months old! Nobody knows who the dad is, except Valerie, and all she says is that he's not interested in being a part of the family."

Lupe added, "Valerie is really cool! She's into photography, and I heard she even got some photos into some local galleries."

I watched as Valerie walked around the picnic, chatting with moms and taking pictures. She was graceful, stepping carefully over picnic blankets and plates of food, and seemed quick with a smile. I saw her making her way towards Samantha, who was holding a very young baby. As Valerie took pictures, I realized that it was her son that Samantha was holding.

Samantha smiled for the picture, and I reflected once again how gorgeous she was. I hadn't seen her since she was 16, and in the four years I'd been in college she had shed her teenage awkwardness and bloomed into a beautiful young woman. With her thick black hair, smooth dark skin, and heart-shaped face, she looked like she could be a model, even as she held Valerie's baby. She wore a sporty t-shirt that fit snug around her soft breasts, and ripped jean shorts through which I could see the luscious brown skin of her thighs.

Valerie, comparatively, was a skinny thing with a narrow waist exposed by her knit crop-top. As she crouched to take Sammy's picture, I could see the bones of her spine, and the shape of her hips and the top of her ass above her white chinos. She was beautiful, but like a fragile bird you wanted to hold carefully.

Lupe and Erin must have caught me staring, because they giggled and swiped right on Valerie's picture.

"Wouldn't they be so cute together?" Lupe asked.

Erin agreed. "She deserves a nice guy like Ansel."

I turned back to these two moms, suddenly embarrassed by my gawking. Erin's eyes were on my body. She reached out and squeezed my arm.

"Wow Ansel, I think all the yard work and chores you've been doing have been good for you. You're looking really buff."

Lupe grinned and put her small brown hand on my belly.

"Ooh, papi, I think you've got a six-pack! Can I see?"

I blushed. "I don't think I should pull up my shirt around all these families," I said.

"Come on, just a peek," Erin teased. She started to finger the bottom of my shirt.

Lupe jiggled her chest flirtatiously, and said, "What if we show you ours? A fair exchange, right?"

Erin laughed, her hand still playing with my shirt hem, and said, "Yeah, you can tell us who has the bigger boobs. It's a topic of intense debate in the moms club."

I knew Lupe and Erin were just teasing me, but I couldn't help but eye their breasts through their shirts.

"Uh oh!" Lupe said. "I think we might be teasing him too much."

Erin's eyes darted down to my crotch, and she blushed. I looked down, and saw my dick, starting to swell and clearly outlined against my pants.

"Oh shit," I said. "I'm so sorry."

Erin laughed, and said, "We were being mean. We shouldn't tease you like that!"

But Lupe was biting her lip and keeping her eyes on the bulge in my pants. I saw a blush creeping over her her neck and collarbone. I remembered her, down on her knees, taking my cock deep into her mouth.

I glanced around, trying to distract myself and calm down. I suddenly saw Ashley looking my way. She was talking with Lara, one of the other moms in the neighborhood, but her eyes were on me, and Erin and Lupe. Her brow was furrowed, and as a sudden breeze caught at her hat and dress, she made an excuse to Lara and started to walk my way.

The wind continued to pull at her dress, splaying it tight against her body. I admired the sway of her hips and the firm roundness of her breasts in her blue sundress. Curls of her chestnut hair had gotten loose from beneath her large, floppy hat, and they danced in the breeze.

"Hi Ashley," Erin said. "It's so great to see you out here on this beautiful day. How have you been feeling?"

Ashley hugged Erin, and replied, "Oh you know, every day gets a little better."

"You must feel lucky to have Ansel around to help."

Ashley put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

"You can't imagine how lucky I am."

Lupe asked, "Your twins are still with your mom, right?"

Ashley nodded. "They'll be back before school starts."

Erin said, "If you ever need some alone time, feel free to send Ansel to my place. If he promises to watch after my kid, I'll make him dinner."

"Or to my house," Lupe offered. "I could always use help cleaning up!"

Ashley eyed the two hungry women before me, and shifted her hand down to my elbow.

"Ansel, can you help me with that thing at the car?" she asked.

"Um, sure," I said.

Lupe and Erin glanced at each other and giggled.

"We'll see you later," Erin said as Ashley lead me away.

We walked past the screaming children and picnic tables loaded with food, past the gossiping moms and towards a path between the swaying trees. The sounds of the families slowly faded, replaced by the breeze sighing through the high branches, the rustle of birds and squirrels.

Ashley was breathing quickly, her shoulders tense, her eyes forward. I trudged on behind her, confused.

"Didn't we park the other way?"

Ashley shrugged and kept walking.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

Ashley suddenly turned towards me, her cheeks flushed, her dark eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm angry!" she hissed, trying to hold back her anger in the quiet park. "I'm... I'm so angry! The way that Erin and Lupe were teasing you. It was... it was very disrespectful."

I laughed, surprised.

"I didn't feel like they were being mean to me," I said. "We were just talking."

"They... they had their hands all over you!" Ashley said, her face turned towards the trees. "And their tits were practically in your face."

"Ashley, are you... are you jealous?"

"Yes!" Ashley exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand watching them flirt with you, and touch you, and all I could do was listen to Lara yap on and watch. I just wanted to shove them aside and say... well..."

"Say what?"

"I don't know! That... that you're mine!"

I looked at this beautiful woman before me, her brown curls spilling out from her sun hat, her breasts rising and falling with each angry breath.

"I'm yours?"

Ashley bit her lip and took my hand in hers. I felt her fingers shaking, and I held her hand in both of mine, like a little bird fallen from its nest. Ashley stepped closer to me, still breathing hard.

"You are mine," she said in a quiet voice. "No one else's. Mine entirely."

I was enveloped by her dark eyes, her halo of chestnut hair, that wide hat of black felt. The park seemed to vanish; the trees stopped swaying, the birds ceased their calls. Ashley looked up at me, her face close to mine, the inches of air between our lips seemed suddenly too vast a distance.

"Come on," she said. She darted away from me, her hand still in mine, and like a dog on a leash, I followed.

Ashley pulled me between the trees, off the path. She took me on a dizzying jog, changing directions frequently, first behind one copse of trees, then running to another. The trail we had been walking vanished. We couldn't see the picnic, or the pathways, or any other human beings. We were, finally, alone.

We paused, then, by a stand of redwood trees so tall they seemed to hold up the sky. Ashley, panting, dropped my hands and took the hat from her head. Her chestnut curls spilled down over her long neck and fine shoulders. I leaned back against the cool, soft bark of one of the trees, catching my breath.

Ashley turned towards me and stepped close. She raised her lips to my neck and planted them there. She kissed a trail up my neck to my jaw, then met my lips. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her, and just held her there against me, the two of us embracing amongst the ancient trees.