~~~ Tuesday ~~~
Nick called. He and Natalie were going to go see a movie – and invited me and Kasey along. I texted her and she was up for it.
Kasey sat next to her cousin so they could talk – as if they didn’t pretty much talk every day anyway .. so .. I didn’t see much of Nick. He seemed to be happy holding Natalie’s hand and watching the movie.
Afterwards, we hit McDonald’s for sweet teas and French fries.
Kasey started telling Natalie about Cindy’s clit-text and soon they were giggling like schoolgirls.
Natalie noticed Nick getting embarrassed, though, and wrapped herself around his arm, giving him a peck on the cheek. He looked back at her like she was the only person on the planet. She tucked her head into his neck – the top of her scalp nestled against his jaw.
“Someday,” she promised him, in a whisper. “You and I have a few more ghosts to bury first.”
She looked back up, into his face. He pursed his lips and leaned forward. She met him halfway.
It was short – and sweet – and – afterwards – as she snuggled into him again – she looked over at Kasey and mouthed, “Our first kiss.”
Kasey reached over and squeezed Natalie’s hand. I nodded my head at Nick.
We finished our treats and said our good-byes.
As I started the car, to take her home, I told Kasey about the panties her mother had left in my room.
“What did you do with them, dirty boy?” she asked, knowingly.
I told her – in detail.
“I should probably take those back home – before your mother finds them,” she said.
I drove to the house. Kasey followed me in, staying quiet – since mom appeared to have gone to bed already.
In my room, with the door shut, she made me show her what I had done with her mother’s secret gift.
I didn’t move the trashcan but I got undressed, laid across the bed, held the panties against my face, and slowly stroked my cock.
She took the panties from my face and told me to put my hands under my ass, palms up.
She climbed onto the bed, straddled my head, laid her mother’s musky panties across my face, and lowered the crotch of her Daisy Duke’s onto my lingerie-covered mouth & nose.
My already-stiff cock got even harder. It struggled to grow – to reach my lover – to feel her touch.
Kasey leaned forward – her clothes dragging across my naked body – setting my nerves on fire.
Her soft hand wrapped around my swollen rod, slowly – tentatively – stroking – down to the root – and back up to the head.
I moaned.
She stroked me again – so slowly.
I tried to chew through her mother’s panties to reach the cloth of her shorts.
“Stop. Just me.”
I think I whimpered.
Kasey had, obviously, gotten a bit of her mother’s wicked sense of humor.
She released my dick, spit into her hand, and then lathered her saliva into the head of my prick with her palm. The stimulation was ball-wrenching. I squirmed and moaned.
“Be quiet.”
She wriggled her ass around – rubbing the lacey panties across my face – chaffing me – reawakening the smell of her mother’s sexy juices on the garment. I inhaled deeply. The smell of her mother’s pussy filled my sinuses and sparked memories of my cock buried inside of that gloriously-tight gash.
I groaned.
Kasey stopped tormenting my cock-head and went back to stroking me. Faster now.
“Kasey,” I warned.
I was close to reaching my limit. She was driving me insane. The stimulation, the smells, the weight of her body on top of mine – this was as close to sex as I’d ever had with my beautiful bride.
Her right hand was stroking me; her left teased my sac – stoking the fires in my belly – spurring my testes to produce more and more seed. More! More!
I was in trouble. It was coming. I was cumming!
Still she stroked me – her hand so soft. I thought of her face – so close to my sex!
“Ugh!”
My body tensed and focused all of its energy on delivering my spunk from my testicles to my piss-hole.
My ejaculate was going to blast all over the floor of my room – but there was nothing I could do about it – honestly – I didn’t care. Kasey was still stroking my dick.
I felt a sock envelope my cock – the coarse material brushing across the skin – over-stimulating the already sensitive head.
Kasey’s hand was slowly stroking again – just before jet after jet of semen fired from my aching penis.
She reached down and massaged my nuts, encouraging the last of my seed to accept their quest. Her hand grasped my sock-covered cock and slowly stroked me, milking me dry.
When the last of the aftershocks had stopped pulsing through my rod, she pulled the sock off – dabbing at my seed-spitter to clean away a stray drop.
As she climbed off of my face, her mother’s panties slipped to the side – and I saw a wet spot in the crotch of her shorts. I giggled.
“What?”
“That got you off?” I asked, laughing.
“Maybe. Pervert. Your sock’s a mess.”
“I came so hard,” I admitted.
“I noticed,” she laughed.
“Would you hate me if I told you I was hoping you’d suck me?”
“No – but I’m waiting. When you get to see my pussy, we’ll see what you do with it. I might reciprocate.”
“I’ll wait. I love you.”
“I know you do. You wouldn’t put up with our torment – mine and mom’s – if you didn’t love us.”
“Maybe I just like it.”
“Maybe – but I don’t think so.”
She leaned down and kissed me. She took the naughty panties and tucked them back into the drawer of my nightstand.
“I thought you were taking them home.”
“You can keep them another day or two. You earned it.”
“I did, huh?”
She nodded and bit her lower lip.
I stood, wrapped her in my arms, and kissed that lip – a bunch of times – showing her how much I was in love with her.
“Get dressed. You still need to drive me home.”
It was quiet in mom’s room so I was hoping we hadn’t wakened her.
As I pulled onto Mulberry Street, Kasey called out, “What the fuck?!”
I looked up to see a white Lincoln Continental sitting in front of the house – two doors down from Kasey’s.
I eased up next to the vehicle but, as far as we could tell, there was no one inside.
We looked at the house she (obviously Grandma Williams) was parked in front of – but every light in the house was off – which wasn’t too surprising since it was almost 10 o’clock at night. The house across the street was just as dark.
I put my car in park, got out, ran around – between our vehicles – and confirmed that the old hag wasn’t lying in the floorboard.
Since I was already out, I ducked down by her driver-side, rear tire, unscrewed the cap, turned it in my fingers, and used the edge to depress the check-valve, slowly letting the air out of her tire.
I was a little nervous – because it was going more slowly than I had hoped. Kasey opened my glovebox, found a plastic fork, and handed it out the window. Now we were cooking!
I doubt you could hear the air escaping from the tire – in a muted whistle – from too far away but – from where I was at – it was deafening.
In a couple minutes, the tire was low enough that no one should be driving on it. It wasn’t flat – but it was going to create problems.
I replaced the cap, ducked back around to my door, and climbed in. I dropped the car into gear and eased into the driveway.
“Can I sleep on the couch?” I asked my fiancee, grinning.
“Sure,” she said, shoving me out of the car and clambering out behind me, giggling.
She ran upstairs and grabbed us pillows.
I took off my shoes, socks, shirt, and pants, laid my pillow on the arm of the couch, crawled into my makeshift bed, rolled to my side, and pulled the throw over me.
Kasey threw her pillow on my butt and laid on me. While she was getting situated, her finger jabbed me in the shit-hole but she claimed it was an accident. Even if it had been – which I doubted – she giggled about it far too long.
Nobody knocked on the door. Nobody tapped on a window. Nobody’s phone rang – but – when I left Kasey’s house – early the next morning – Grandma’s Williams’ battle-boat was nowhere to be seen.
Just for S&G, I drove by her house. The garage door was down, as usual, so I wasted my time. Fuck! Now I’m being as nosey as her!
~~~ Thursday ~~~
Mom was fixing breakfast when I came in the door.
“Were you and Kasey here last night?” she asked.
“Yeah – for a little while.”
She nodded, knowingly.
“Are you being careful?”
“We’re just playing around. No sex. We haven’t even done oral. We’re waiting.”
“That’s TMI. I probably shouldn’t have asked. I just .. I worry.”
I wrapped my arms around her.
“I love you for that.”
“I’m glad you’re honoring her trust.”
“She’s very special.”
“Her mom likes you a lot.”
“I am very fond of both of them. We haven’t really talked about it but I expect that I will be moving in there once we’re married.”
“I kind of figured – since you’ve been gone half the weekends since you started seeing her.”