“Danae mentioned that she’s the resident expert on eating pussy, only she called it some bullshit name like oral stimulation something or other. She teaches all the models.”
“Exactly. Well, regardless of the name, it looked like she got you off pretty good,” I tease, “and Tracy is the resident blowjob expert so you can imagine what I was doing.”
“I can’t wait to hear all about it,” Susan says. “How did it go with Mom and Dad?”
“Mom’s convinced it was all the transmitter and her and Dad can reconcile,” I say caustically.
“You don’t believe it?” she asks, “I thought that was what we wanted to happen.”
“I don’t know,” I tell her honestly. “It just seems like… I don’t know… after all that’s happened, I just don’t trust him.” Susan stares at me without speaking.
“Mom and Dad are going to stay at Uncle Harry’s for a few days to see how it works out,” I explain. “I’m going home… I don’t want to be around for all the bullshit. Are you coming with me?”
“I… um… that is…” Susan smiles sheepishly at me. “Danae has kind of invited me to spend the night… and I was… um… thinking… maybe…”
“Sure, Sis,” I answer, desperately trying to hide my disappointment. “Go have fun! You deserve it.”
“Are you sure?” she asks, just as desperately wanting me to reassure her, “because I’ll come home with you if you want me to.” She glances at Danae as she says this.
“No, it’s fine,” I tell her. “I’m going to go home, get some clothes and be back here in a few days.” A thought occurs to me. “Hey, have her hook you up with Tracy while you’re here. She has some blowjob techniques that drove me out of my mind.” Her face drops and she looks at her feet. “I mean, I love your blowjobs,” I whisper. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to… um…” Susan’s eyes lift to mine and her smile is beaming as she hits me playfully in the chest.
“It sounds like fun!” she says. “I’ll surprise you when you come back.”
“Are we ready to go?” Mom asks, walking towards us.
“Susan’s not going just yet,” I answer. “Her and Danae are going to hang out after Danae gets off work.” Mom looks appraisingly at Danae and smiles at Susan.
“Okay,” she says, kissing Susan on the cheek. “Have fun! I guess we’ll see you when we see you,” she chuckles, taking my arm and leading me out of the office.
Mom and I talk more about Susan and Danae than we do about her and Dad. When we get to Uncle Harry’s house, I drop her off, grab a coke and hit the road for home. The drive is a blur, as I replay my afternoon with Tracy, think about Mom and Dad getting back together and imagine what Susan and Danae’s evening is going to be like. I try to analyze my reaction to seeing Mom and Dad fucking, but my mind won’t let go of the image long enough to make an unbiased assessment. It’s just starting to get dark as I pull into our driveway with almost no memory of the route I took to get here.
As I get out of the car, I notice a light on at Mary’s house and I flash back on breakfast yesterday morning. Maybe I should pay Mary a visit. I hurry into the house to take a shower and change clothes. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, I slide into my flip-flops and walk down to Mary’s house.
“Hey, Nick,” Mary smiles, opening the door to let me in. “I was looking for you last night… I mean, your family… you know, your mom and Susan… and, of course… you.” She stammers as my eyes focus on her considerable cleavage, spilling out over her scoop necked blouse.
“Yeah, we had to go down to Uncle Harry’s old house,” I say as I follow her into her living room, admiring the way her tight shorts are contoured to her firm ass cheeks. I detect no discernable panty line; maybe she’s wearing a thong under her white shorts.
“That was sudden wasn’t it?” she asks, taking a seat on an overstuffed chair and slowly crossing her long shapely legs.
“Yeah,” I answer, sitting on the couch across from her. Besides showing a significant portion of her succulent breasts, her blouse is stretched tightly enough to reveal the outline of her thick nipples, even through her bra.
“Where are your mom and Susan?” Mary asks, as she leans back obviously trying to appraise the situation. She uncrosses and re-crosses her legs the opposite way and I swear I can see the outline of her pussy lips on the crotch of her skintight shorts.
“They stayed at Uncle Harry’s,” I answer. “Mom and Dad are kind of trying to… I don’t know, maybe get back together.”
“Really?” Mary sits forward, her tits swinging into an amazing down-blouse view. “How do you feel about that?” Mary asks, as I force myself to look in her eyes.
“I’m not really sure,” I answer. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It’s not about me.” Even I think I sound like I’m protesting too much.
“So, you’re home alone,” Mary observes. “What brings you over here?” That’s the big question, isn’t it? What does bring me here? Mary has one eyebrow cocked, waiting patiently for my answer.
“I saw your light… and was, um… wondering… if you’ve had dinner.” There. It’s a start, anyway.
“You want to take me out to dinner?” Mary asks, the smile spreading from her cheeks to her sparkling eyes.