“Kelsey …” I called out in warning.
“Hold on, baby!” she begged.
“I don’t think I can …” I told her.
“Fuckk! Oh! Yes! Reggie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Cum in me. I want your baby so badly.”
“Cummingggg!” I groaned.
I feverishly pounded into her twice more – and then buried the mouth of my prick against her cervix – willing my seed to find her egg and create life. I held that position until I was sure every drop of my slippery spend had been pumped into my lover.
“Let me taste you,” she begged.
I dropped to my knees – next to her – but she pulled my leg across her chest – and locked her arms around my thighs to suck me into her passionate mouth. She looked so fucking hot – even before she had my dick in her mouth – that I was already hardening again.
She pulled off of me with a “pop” and laughed, “Somebody’s ready to go again. Horn-dog!”
Kasey grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the bed next to her mother – climbing on top of me – shoving my meatsicle inside her.
Her mother laughed at her and said, “Looks like you’re a matched set. Grab her hips, stud, and punish that pussy.”
I did just that.
Kasey pinched her tits & nipples as I commenced to slamming her pussy down onto my stiff rod. My need was already growing and I was pretty sure I was going to cum in both their pussies before the night was over.
When Kelsey leaned over, teased my chest & nipples with her hands & fingers, and then pulled me in for an intense make-out session, I felt my nut-sack powering up for round 2. I’m not sure how much cum I dumped into Kasey – but I masturbated myself with her body – while tongue-wrestling her mother – until I shot my load inside of her. My sweaty little cheerleader was out of breath and moaning when she collapsed forward – onto me – and I pulled her lips to mine.
Kelsey & I tugged the covers up as much as we could and we cuddled together to fall asleep.
~~~ Saturday ~~~
Remembering that we were going to have guests in the house soon, we opened the bedroom windows – to vent the smells of our sex – and changed the sheets – throwing the soiled ones into the washer.
We got the house picked up, packed a few more boxes, and carried them out. I was loading the last of them into my trunk as Betty pulled up. The girls joined me in the car and we pulled out, as Betty’s first appointment parked behind her at the edge of the yard. The Lincoln was gone. We cruised to mom’s house and unloaded the boxes into the garage.
From there, we drove to the nearby state park, rented a canoe, and took off exploring. We ducked into a few small coves and got to see lots of wildlife. Kasey snapped a few pictures but Kelsey and I had our phones in waterproof float-packs because we were still a little nervous about whether or not we would get through the day without getting wet. A couple hours later, we returned the canoe, disembarked, and gave a little cheer that we’d successfully completed our quest without flipping the boat. Kasey – who spends part of each day suspended in the air on other people’s hands & shoulders – has much better balance – and was never worried.
We stopped by Benny’s for lunch and – for once – I ordered a modest-sized meal – because we weren’t sure when we’d be allowed to return to the house. Aunt Betty had gotten a last-minute addition to the schedule – so we were in a holding-pattern.
I called Grandma Mitchell – to see if we could come bug her for a little bit and – of course – she was delighted to have us. I told her not to be baking any cookies but she informed me that she’d just taken a pan from the oven. When we arrived – several minutes later – I was pretty sure the cookies were a little too warm to have been sitting around for all that long – but there was no way I was going to get her to admit that.
We played Uno and chatted and – as usual – she talked us into staying for dinner. The meatloaf was in the crockpot and was already smelling good – so it didn’t take much to convince us. It was a little uncanny how my grandmother always seemed to have food ready when we popped in.
It surprised me – not at all – when – a couple hours later – as we were leaving – she asked how the baby-making was going. She looked at both of my lovers as she inquired. Maybe it was just innocent – checking with mom to see if she’d tell more than daughter would – but it was almost like she knew I was fucking both of them. I was sure we were hiding it well enough – but – like I said – Grandma just seemed to know stuff. We told her we were working on it, gave her kisses & hugs, and headed for the car.
Aunt Betty had texted – a couple hours before – that we were clear to return but – by that time – were busy being hustled into another home-made meal – and it hadn’t made any sense to ditch Grandma just to head home – especially when we’d still need to find something to eat.
Kelsey slid in next to me as I got behind the wheel. She groped my thigh as I started the car. We waved at Grandma as we pulled out and I suddenly realized that maybe we weren’t doing as good of a job of hiding things as I’d thought we were. Grandma was smiling – with that knowing look she always had – and I smiled and returned her wave – we all did.
Sitting on the other side of her mother, Kasey cleared her throat and said, “We still kind of owe her for removing Grandma Williams from the equation on our wedding day.”
“What are you thinking?” I asked her.
“I don’t know yet – I’m still working on it,” she replied.
I laughed and she asked me what I’d thought of.
“Find a way to trap dad at her house for the day and she’ll go crazy. She’s always badgering him that he never visits.”