~~~ Tuesday ~~~
I told myself I needed to be up early but Kasey was already moving by the time my eyes opened. I jumped up and headed for the kitchen to fix them something filling for breakfast.
When my wife came down, she grabbed the breakfast sandwich & a bottle of water and headed out the door for cheer practice.
When her mother arrived, she informed me that we were probably going to have to renegotiate on the morning love-making. I told her that was fine – that we would figure it out. The two of them were keeping my balls pretty drained anyway – so I was okay having the morning off until we came up with a new routine.
After she left, I got breakfast cleared away – and threw the extra sandwiches I’d made in the freezer for later. I did a few chores around the house and started another load of laundry.
I was crossing – from the living room – through the dining room – to the kitchen – when I heard a light thud on the sliding glass doors that led to the back yard. Since I was only a couple steps away, I walked over and pulled one of the vertical blinds to the side – to find Grandma Williams looking back at me. She gasped when she saw me, turned to hurry away, and tripped over a cement planter that held some succulents. It looked like Sansevieria Laurentii – also called Mother-in-Law’s Tongue – which kind of seemed appropriate. The old biddy had fallen to the ground and was lying on the patio bricks. I went to check on her. I unlocked the door, slid it open, made sure she wasn’t dead or dying, and then called my favorite police officer. She sat up – and was holding her ankle – but there was no bleeding and no bone showing – so I saw no need to call 9-1-1. When he answered, I explained the situation to him and he said he would send somebody to pick her up. I told her as much, slid the door closed (to keep the cool air inside), sat on a nearby lawn chair, and waited for her ride to appear.
About ten minutes later, the police arrived. He’d brought a friend with him. They helped her up – and each took one of her arms to walk her back around the house. Once they were out of sight, I headed back inside. Just for fun, I snuck a peek out one of the front windows. The other officer was driving the paddy-wagon. The thought of them locking her up made me laugh out loud.
I went upstairs, got dressed, grabbed my keys, and headed out the front door. An ambulance and a wrecker were sitting in the street. My favorite police officer strolled up and asked me if I wanted to press charges. I asked him if that was how the Order of Protection worked. He said “no” but suggested that – under the circumstances – it would be seen as being punitive. I looked at him, trying to figure out how to nicely say that she’d brought the whole thing on herself and he said, “I know, I know.”
In the end, I agreed not to pursue legal recourse – with assurances from him that he would inform her – and her legal counsel – that this was an act of extreme grace – and not a sign that we were authorizing her happy ass to sneak around to peer in the windows.
I took a picture of the scene in the street and texted it to my wife with the words “Guess who?” I climbed into my car, navigated through the traffic jam, and headed out.
I stopped at the florist and bought two bouquets of flowers – which I dropped off at the high school office – informing Mrs. Williams’ secretary that one of the arrangements was for her desk – and the other was for her boss.
When I got to Pop’s, I showed Mack the text I’d sent to Kasey and he shook his head, laughing. His advice was, “You guys just need to move.”
When I got home from work, the two of them were on the couch. Kasey had her ever-present tablet. Her mom had her files. They each pulled their feet out of the way and I plopped down between them. My mother-in-law spun around, ducked under my arm, and gave me a kiss for the flowers. I groped her breasts and nuzzled against her ear & neck. Kasey got jealous and ducked under my other arm to get some of the same treatment. I told each of them how fucking sexy they were as they started telling me about their days.
The cliques were forming in the cheer squad – and Kasey had to navigate through without pissing anybody off – since she wasn’t sure, yet, who the real power-players were. She thought she had a good idea, but it was still a little early to throw in with either of the two main groups. Meanwhile, a collection of the new recruits were trying to form their own circle. Of course, all of this was anathema to the coach’s attempts to get them all to function as a cohesive squad. Kasey said there were several girls in the same position that she was in. She was hoping that, if they held out long enough, the de facto majority might end up being the group that didn’t want to join a group.
Mrs. Williams told us that she had taken the Ziploc – containing the camera – in to have a discussion with the superintendent. She told him all of the details – including what the note had said – and asked him to quietly let his peers – throughout the region – know not to accept employment applications from Mr. Sanderson.
In the cafeteria, at lunch, the superintendent stopped by and made an announcement that Mr. Jenkins had been awarded the Belmont HS “Exemplary Service Award”. The administrator handed him a plaque – and a bonus check. Mrs. Williams said the kids and staff had all applauded and Mr. Jenkins had hurried off to his “office” – to hang up his award next to the door.
He had stopped by the high school office, later in the day, to thank her – figuring out that she had spoken on his behalf. She said that she shared with him – away from the crowds – that he would also be getting a 10% pay increase. He had become speechless at that point and simply turned and walked out of her office.
The superintendent had told her that the Regional Superintendent wanted a certified person to sign paperwork – and that – knowing that Kasey’s mom would need a mentor for some of her classwork anyway – he had secured the services of a retired principal to come into the office – on Tuesdays and Thursdays – to sign documents – and give Mrs. Williams guidance and instruction. Kasey’s mom would be starting classes – along with us – in a couple weeks.
Since the two of them were occupied I made dinner. They complained about the French toast, scrambled eggs, and sausage links – but they ate it all.
At bedtime, Kasey reversed her mom’s favorite position. She had her mother ride me cowgirl. My ornery wife, meanwhile, swatted her mother’s ass and teased a finger along her taint and her shit-hole. Once Mrs. Williams had cum, Kasey shoved her forward – which gave me equal opportunity to nuzzle lips or nipples – and the cheer-squad renegade plopped down on my cock behind her mother – rocking all of our worlds.
I kissed my mother-in-law – and held her hips & ass – while her daughter fucked herself on my cock. The two of us fought back & forth on who got to grope her mother’s breasts – or reach down to tease her clit & slit.
I tried to kiss my bride – as she hung over her mother’s back – but Mrs. Williams was cock-blocking us – so I stuck a couple fingers in her sloppy twat and fingered the fuck out of her. She was so busy – humping my hand – trying to get one more orgasm – that she forgot about keeping her daughter’s lips away from mine. We all came at pretty much the same time – and ended up having to throw the bedsheets in the laundry and switch to the other bedroom for the night.