Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Three

"Where are the kids?" asked Karen, looking around.  She'd been trying to concentrate on the game, but kept thinking about what his arms around her had felt like.

"Over there," said Bob, pointing.

"Okay," she said.  "Thanks for keeping an eye on them."

What Bob had been doing was keep an eye on Karen.  She filled those jeans she was wearing really well, when she bent over to putt, and the T shirt she was wearing molded to her upper body in interesting ways.  He was getting a little stiff in his own jeans, but they were made of heavy denim, so he wasn't too worried about it. Not yet, anyway.  But he had occasionally glanced to see where the kids were.  It wasn't hard, what with them being relatively close.

On the next hole they passed each other, the kids going one way while the adults went the other.  They greeted each other with smiles, and then parted again, each couple having an unacknowledged desire to be "alone" again.

The game progressed at a sedate pace, which meant each couple got to talk a lot.  The ease of the conversation increased, as often happens when two people are comfortable in each other's presence, and they are attracted to each other.

Again, it wasn't intentional, but the attraction grew.  It's easy for that to happen even when there isn't already a romantic agenda in mind.

By the end of the night, as they walked back to the car, Karen's hand bumped into Bob's, and his reached to take her fingers.  It was a simple expression of emotion, but it made her nipples crinkle in her bra again.  They finished the walk with fingers interlaced. 

The kids, who had lagged behind their parents, also saw this.

And Amanda reached to do the same thing with Jack's hand.

When they got to Karen's house, she told Jack that he could say goodnight to Amanda on the front porch.

"I want to talk to Bob for a second," she said.

The kids were happy to oblige.  The porch was thirty feet away, and the only light was from the street light across the street.

Bob turned toward Karen in the relative darkness of the car.

"I had fun tonight," she said, leaning toward him slightly.

"Me too," he responded.

"I haven't had fun in a long time.  I'm glad we did this."

"You mean chaperone the kids?"  He grinned.

"I'd like to do this without having to chaperone the kids," she said.

"Play miniature golf?" he teased.

"Something like that," she said.

"I'm sure we can work something out." 

"Good.  Call me?"

"Absolutely," he said.

Then he leaned over and kissed her good night.

This kiss was no polite peck.  It was an exchange in which soft lips communicated a yearning that both felt, but neither was yet comfortable putting into words.  It went on for a good twenty seconds, and even then they pulled away from each other reluctantly.

"We will definitely work something out," he said.

"I'm looking forward to it," she said, her voice husky.

"What are they doing?" asked Jack, who felt something he didn't recognize in his gut.  Had someone told him he had an evolutionary concern for his mother's well-being, or that there might be some Oedipal influences in his life, he would have said they were crazy. 

"It looks like they're kissing each other good night," said Amanda, literally.

"You want to try it again?" asked Jack, hopefully.  His concern for his mother vanished, and a different concern entered his mind.

"Yes," said Amanda.  "But this time let's try not to bounce off of each other."

Again Jack put his hands on Amanda's waist, and with much less trouble they brought their lips together.  Some instinct helped them relax their lips, which made this kiss something entirely different than their first one had been. 

It affected each of them in similar ways.  Their bodies reacted.  Had Mother Nature been endowed with human features, she might have smiled indulgently, as another potential mating pair moved closer toward the ultimate goal she had in mind.

When they broke the kiss and opened their eyes, those eyes opened wider than usual.

"Wow," sighed Amanda.

"That was cool," said Jack.

"Much better," said Amanda.

"I agree," said Jack.  Then, as he felt a familiar erection bloom in his pants, he said, "I gotta go," nervously.

"Yeah.  Me too," said Amanda, who was experiencing feelings she'd never felt before.  Those feelings didn't so much make her nervous as curious.  She had touched herself before, experimentally.  That had felt good, and she'd done it many times since then.  She'd never thought of any particular male when she did that before, and the urge to touch herself in that way was still relatively infrequent.

Right now, though, she wanted to go home and do that while she thought about Jack.  And that kiss.  She wondered if that would change what it felt like to rub her bump.

"See ya!" she yipped, suddenly full of energy, and skipped down the walk to the car, where Karen was just opening her door to get out of the car.

Amanda exchanged places with Karen, occupying the passenger seat, leaving Karen standing outside. 

"Night," said Karen, whose mind was still churning from the intensity of her good night kiss.

"Thanks," said Amanda, who could not have articulated what she was thanking Mrs. Ross for.

Karen backed away from the car as the door began to close, and heard Amanda's excited voice say, "Let's go, Daddy!"

She heard the excitement and joy in the girl's voice, and felt those emotions mirrored inside herself.

She knew she was going to need to use her vibrator again tonight, and turned to hurry up the walk.

Most of the residents of Pine Valley, where Bob and Karen had made their homes, would have characterized their town as boring at best.  Nothing ever happened there, and there was no excitement to spice up the lives of the townsfolk.

And, to be honest, as most of those people went to bed that night, that characterization would have been true.  For the vast majority of them, all that happened was that they got into their pajamas, brushed their teeth, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. Soon they would sleep and the night would pass without incident.

But in two houses, one on Moro Street and the other on Elderberry Lane, nobody could go to sleep at all, because there was excitement in spades.

Jack Ross was a pretty normal guy, and that meant he'd had an erection off and on for much of the night.  He liked Amanda Thurlow a lot, and tonight had convinced him that other girls weren't nearly as interesting as he had thought they were.  He skipped the brushing of the teeth part, and since he slept in his underwear, changing into a new pair when he got up and showered each day, all that was left was the turning out of the light and the going to bed part. 

That was delayed just long enough to get the obligatory good night hug and kiss from his mother, and that was when something crazy happened.

His mom did wear pajamas to bed.  Actually, she wore pajama bottoms and one of several oversized T shirts she used just for sleeping in.  She had already changed into them. She never wore a bra to bed. There was nothing unusual about all that.  Nor were her words odd when she said, "Come here, little man, and give me a hug before you run off to Dreamland."

That was all as normal as pie.  He did have to take his shirt with him, to drape in front of his boner, which had maintained its rigidity since he kissed Amanda good night, and showed clearly through his jockeys.  But that was just dealing with a little problem.  What was noteworthy that night was that the hug he got was a little different from past ones.

It lasted a lot longer, for one thing.  And while it was lasting a lot longer, Jack Ross paid attention to his mother's breasts, where their warm masses pressed into his chest.  He'd noticed her breasts before, of course, but he'd never particularly noticed feeling them against him.  That happened when he got hugs, but it was no big deal.

But now, his attention towards members of the opposite gender had been sharply heightened.  He'd felt Amanda's breasts pressed against him earlier, and now another pair was right there, mashed between them, with only a single layer of cloth separating them from his chest.  He didn't think of them as "Mom's boobs."  They were simply boobs.  In fact, there for a few seconds, he didn't think of her as "Mom" at all.  That might have had something to do with the fact that he didn't hold his loins away from her during that hug.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" she asked him, leaning her head back, but keeping her arms around him.

"Yeah," he said, automatically. There was the sudden realization then that his boner was touching his mother.  He pulled away from her at the hips, but her arms around him kept their chests together. Those warm breasts felt really good against him.

She had felt that hard column of flesh pressing against her, and had recognized it for what it was.  That astonished her for a few seconds, but then she rationalized it.  He was fifteen. He was normal.  Boys that age experienced that condition frequently.  She just hadn't thought of her son as being that kind of "normal" before this.  It didn't unnerve her.  But it did bring her thoughts back to Bob.

"Me too," she said, as her son pulled his loins away from her.  "Are you going to ask her out again?"

"I want to," he said.

"It's okay with me if you do," she said.

"Will you go with us next time?" he asked.

"Of course," she said.

"You don't have to," he suggested.

"Nice try, Bucko," she said, squeezing him hard enough that his loins ... and that erection ... came into contact with her thigh again.  She knew who had caused that tumescence, and that Amanda would likely cause it again.  The fact that his penis was hard could be a ... teachable moment.

"That," she said, bumping her leg against his boner, "is the reason why chaperoning you is so important."

With horror Jack realized she knew!  She had felt it.  He wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

"I'm sorry," he said, barely keeping a sob from escaping. 

She pushed him away, but held onto his shoulders.

"Baby," she crooned.  "You don't have to be sorry for being normal.  There's nothing wrong with you."  She resisted the urge to look down at the front of his shorts.  "That kind of thing happens, and there's nothing shameful about it.  But that's why I don't want you to be alone with a girl.  Things can get out of hand."

It was a pivotal moment in their relationship. His embarrassment was still stark, but her acceptance of him as a "man" brought a relief so strong that his cock actually twitched in his briefs.  He felt a surge of affection so strong that tears did leak from his eyes.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"You're growing up," she said.  "I understand that." 

Suddenly, she wondered what her son would do to deal with his "problem."  Did he already know what to do?  Had he done it before?  Her mind told her that of course he'd done that before.  Didn't all boys do that?  But the concept of "Jack" as her son, and the concept of a boy doing that in the dark, just didn't meld.  She wasn't ready for that.  She could deal with him having an erection, but wasn't ready to reflect on what he did to make it go away.

"Go on to bed," she said, letting go of his shoulders.  She was saved from the temptation to drop her eyes when he brought the shirt in his hands to cover the front of his shorts.

"Okay.  Night, Mom."

"I love you, Honey," she said, feeling a surge of emotion.

"I love you too.  See you in the morning."

He turned and hurried toward his bedroom.  Karen watched him go and then followed, her own bedroom just beyond his.  For some reason she looked down and felt some embarrassment of her own.  Her nipples were rock hard, and the twin peaks they made in the front of her T shirt were obvious.  Had he seen them? 

Suddenly she didn't care. 

Her primary concern at that moment was whether or not the batteries in her vibrator still had enough charge in them to banish the ache in her pussy.

Not so far away the evening ritual in the Thurlow residence was taking place in a similar manner.

Mandy felt jumpy and full of energy as she put on her jammies.  She paused to look herself over in the full length mirror on the back of her door.  Her critical eye took in the curves she had so hoped for years to develop.  Her breasts were cones, topped by beige areolas with slightly darker nipples.  Those nipples were harder than usual, poking out from the tips of her breasts, and they still tingled.  Idly, her fingers came to squeeze each one and the electric zings that produced shocked her.

She looked at her pubic hair, which was sparse and reddish brown.  Her head hair was more blonde, and she'd never understood why her pubes were darker.

Like many girls, she perceived flaws in her appearance.  But tonight that wasn't her primary concern.  Jack liked her!  And that kiss had been fantastic!  She couldn't wait to do that again.

But of course she would have to.  There wouldn't be another date for a week, most likely, and that meant she couldn't kiss Jack again for that long.

There was something she could do now, though.  Well, as soon as she got her good night hug and kiss from her father.

She slipped into her PJs and went to find him.  He was in his bathroom, but that had never been a problem before.  Modesty in their house was a casual concept.  And to find him staring into his mirror wasn't unusual either.  He had been complaining lately that gray hairs were creeping into his neatly trimmed beard.

What was different tonight was that the front of his PJs was obscenely stretched out.  It looked like he'd stuffed a cucumber in them.  Her adolescent mind raced, and the reason for that lump leapt into her mind.

"You must have had a good time tonight," she said, thinking literally.

Bob glanced over at her, saw where her eyes were looking, and blushed.

"I did.  I'm sorry you had to see the evidence, though."

"I don't actually see it," she said, being technical about it at the same time as her nipples begged to be squeezed again.

"Did you have a good time too?" he asked, trying to change the subject.

"Fantastic," she said.  Then her head tilted. "If I was a boy, do you think that would have happened to me too?"

The concept of her as a boy was impossible for him to conceive of, so his answer was academic.

"Probably," he said.

"Do you think Jack got that way tonight?" 

"I hope not," said Bob.

"So you like Mrs. Ross?" she said.

"I guess I do," he admitted.

"I like Jack too."

Bob felt like there was a teachable moment here too.  Her casual acceptance of his condition removed some of the embarrassment he'd felt.

"All this is normal," he said.  "Which is why Karen and I insist that you and Jack don't need to be alone.  Things happen, whether you want them to or not.  How would you feel if Jack did get like this while he was with you?"

"That would be weird," she said, firmly.

"But what would you do?" he pressed.

"I don't know.  Tell him to stop it?"

"You don't just stop something like that," he said.  "Men don't have that kind of control.  It's just something the body does."

"To get you ready to procreate," she said.

"Exactly," he said, thinking he was making a point.

"So you want to procreate with Mrs. Ross," she said, taking it far beyond what he had in mind for her "lesson."

"This discussion has gotten off track," he said, avoiding the issue.  "The point is that when a boy and girl are together, they can get excited.  And that kind of excitement can urge them to do things they aren't ready for, yet.  That's why Karen and I want to be there with you, to help you keep control of things."

"I get that," she said.  "But just so you know, I still don't want to procreate with Jack."

"I'm relieved," said Bob, who was telling the truth.

"We want to go out again," she said.

"That's fine," he replied.

"Okay.  Night night."

What happened then was pure habit.  She approached him and he turned so that they could hug.  His erection ground straight into her abdomen.  It stopped everything as they both froze.

"That feels weird," she commented, not pulling away.

"You're telling me?" he groaned.

"I'm glad you like her," said Amanda.

"Good night," he said, firmly, giving her a peck on her forehead and pulling his boner away from his daughter.

"I love you," she said, and turned to skip back to her room.

In the Ross household, separated by two walls and fifteen feet, Jack and Karen lay on their beds.  Jack's hand was slowly stroking his stalk, which felt thicker than usual.  It also felt better, as his thoughts flickered between the feel of Amanda's lips and body against his, and the feel of his mother's warm breasts pressed against him.

When he finally arched his hips and groaned, semen shot out of his penis in long, soothing ropes.

Meanwhile, Karen worked her vibrator in and out of herself, pausing to let the quivering tip circle and abuse her throbbing clit.  It was good.  But it wasn't as good as she knew things could be.  It would be better if she had the real thing in her.  She hadn't thought about that in a long time.  The vibrator had always given her what she needed.

But now she needed more.

She groaned in frustration.

It took her almost forty-five minutes to finally reach an orgasm that gave her enough relief that she could get to sleep.

Not so far away, Amanda slipped her hand into her PJ bottoms and spread her legs.  Her thoughts flickered between Jack and that bulge in the front of her father's PJs.  Would Jack's make a bulge like that if it was hard?  Had he gotten hard like that? 

The concept of something long and hard began to have real meaning to her.  She'd learned about "erections" but hadn't really thought about how one might affect her own life.  She knew what an erection was for ... where it went during sex.

A searching finger penetrated her vagina.  She hadn't been able to see her father's erection, but it had obviously been big ... much too big to fit into what she was now exploring.  Was Jack's erection smaller?  That made sense.  He wasn't fully grown yet, so maybe his erection wasn't fully grown either.

The pad of her hand mashed her bump as she dug deeper, and a thrill shot through her belly.  When she'd played with herself before this, it had always felt nice.  Now it felt really good.

As she was having her first good orgasm while having a fantasy, her father was furiously stroking the erection his daughter had caught him with.

He didn't think about Amanda, though.

He thought about having that erection buried deep in Karen's belly.

And he imagined leaving it there while he spurted.

The third date was a product of the "chaperones" take on things.  The 4th of July happened to fall on the next Friday, and Karen suggested a picnic to watch the town fireworks display.  There was a section of Boggy Creek that had been reclaimed already, and where a grassy sward had been planted in a clearing alongside it.  That was as far as the reclamation of that part of the creek had gone.  There had been some talk about making the sward into a park of some kind, but other things had taken priority.

In truth, Karen didn't choose that place in an attempt to have some privacy.  She didn't assume that others would pick the same venue to watch the show, but it wouldn't have surprised her if others had shown up.

Others did not, however, show up, and the double daters had the area to themselves.  This might have had to do with the fact that they were a block away from where the fireworks would be set off.  They would not, in fact, be able to see the low level show, but the aerial bursts would be plainly visible.

The primary emotions felt when they got there and spread out two blankets on which to sit and eat were based primarily on the simple anticipation of being together and having the picnic.  That fireworks would come later was great too.  But the kids also wanted to explore further, and that meant they would need what privacy they could pry from the situation.  The attempt to secure that came after they ate, when it was getting dark.

"I think we could see better over there," said Amanda, pointing toward the edge of the woods farthest from the creek.

"I don't see how that would make that much difference," said Bob.

"Well, you two can stay here, then," said Amanda.

She got up, gathered a blanket into her arms, and started marching away from the adults.  Jack followed, looking over his shoulder to see if his mother objected.

She didn't.  Amanda and Jack weren't the only ones who wished for a little privacy.

"Let them go," she said, softly.  "They'll only be right over there."

"Suits me fine," said Bob.

"Though," said Karen, carefully, "I should tell you about something that happened last time."

"You mean while we were golfing?"

"After that.  After you took us home."

"Okay." Bob wondered what that could have been.

"When we were getting ready for bed, I gave Jack a good night hug."

"Mmm hm," said Bob.  "We do that too."

"He had an ... um ... he was ... uh ... this is hard to say.  I think he likes your daughter a lot, and he sort of reacted normally to that."

"He got a boner?" Bob's eyebrows rose.

"I wouldn't have used that word," said Karen, feeling her face flush.  "But yes."

Bob glanced at the kids, who were sitting, Indian style, facing each other and talking.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised," he sighed.

"I thought you should know."

He frowned, but then took the risk.

"How unhappy would you be if I told you the same thing happened to me?"

Her eyes widened.  She couldn't help but reflect on how Dave would have just hauled it out, proudly displayed it, and said something like, "Hey, Baby, look what you did to me.  Now get naked so we can do something about it!"

Bob was an entirely different kind of man, though.  Bob's straightforwardness wasn't crass like that.  She pushed Dave out of her mind.  She didn't want to think about him.

"I suppose I could live with that," she said, softly.  That sounded suddenly to her ears as if it didn't matter one way or another.  "Actually, I'd be flattered," she added.

The relief Bob felt was palpable.

"Thank you.  I was afraid you might be offended.  I mean the purpose of us being here is to keep an eye on them, and I sort of let my attention slip."

"I have to confess I have done the same," she confessed.

"What do you think we should do about that?" he asked.

She moved closer to him.

"I think we should explore it."

"You want to hear something weird?" asked Amanda, once they had spread their blanket and seated themselves.

"Sure," said Jack.

"My dad got an erection for your mom."

To her it was just information, something worth remarking on.  To him it was an indictment of his own reaction to her.  Added to that was the concept of his mom and her dad ... doing something.  His face went slack and he sat, mute.

"What’s wrong?" asked Amanda. "Does that make you mad?"

He jerked back to the present, and was astonished to find that thinking about his mom and her dad having sex had somehow created in him the very condition she had alluded to.  His hands went naturally to cover his embarrassment.  She saw that, but it didn’t click.  Not then.

"No," he said.  "I mean I get it.  Mom’s really pretty.  That kind of thing happens when a guy is around a pretty woman."

Amanda’s mind went back to the concept that, maybe, Jack had reacted the same way.  The irony of the situation was that she had no idea, yet, that he was reacting the same way at that very moment!

"Am I pretty?" she asked.  It was a loaded question, even in her own mind, but something drove her to ask it.

"Yeah," he said immediately, not thinking about the context in which she might have asked the question.

"So ... do you, like ... get that way too?" she asked.

This very direct addressing of these concepts might seem atypical for kids their age. Young people who tentatively enter into the mating rituals normally don't feel secure enough to simply talk about what they are doing, or what they want to do.  True, the male usually develops to a point where he is more verbal about his intentions.  He gains enough confidence - or is overcome enough by lust - to suggest that mating take place.  What happens then depends on where the girl is.  If her emotions rule, mating may ensue.  If her brain is still in control, it may not. 

But this couple approached things from the vantage point of having been able to talk frankly about things with their parent.  At least to some degree.  Their parents’ characterization of sexual urges being "normal" let them be more comfortable in discussing what each was feeling and was curious about.  It wasn’t easy ... but it was possible to seek answers to some questions.

"Would you be mad if I did?" asked the boy, in a remarkably similar fashion to the way her father had responded in his discussion with Jack’s mother.

"I don’t know.  It would be weird, I guess."

"Oh," said Jack, feeling a little depressed.  "Weird" didn’t usually translate to "good" or "okay."

"So did you?"

"My mom says it’s normal," he said, in his own defense.

"That’s what my dad said," she responded.

He thought of something.

"How do you know that happened?  I mean with your dad?"

"I saw it," she said, not thinking that in most other homes that might be considered as a horrifying concept.  She didn’t know about what went on in other homes.  What went on in her own just seemed normal to her.

"You saw it?" he gasped.

"Well, not directly," she said, sensing that something was amiss.  "He was wearing his underwear."

That calmed Jack.  He was used to walking around in his underwear, and his mother saw him like that all the time.

"Oh," he said.  "I do that too.  Walk around in my underwear, I mean."

"Doesn’t everybody?"

"I don’t know."

"His looked really big," said Amanda.  "Is yours big?"

This is an example of how, while they could approach these intimate subjects, it wasn’t easy to do so.

"I don’t know," he said, uncomfortably. 

"Oh," she said.  She didn’t know quite where to go from there.  She’d just asked the question that had been on her mind.

"Well, I just thought you’d want to know that my dad really likes your mom," she said.

"That’s cool," said Jack, relieved that they were no longer talking about his cock.

"Did you get an erection because of that kiss?" she asked, dragging him kicking and screaming back to the subject.  Since she hadn’t gotten mad at the concept, he just told her the truth.

"Yeah. It just sort of happened."

"It was a really good kiss," she said.

"Yes, it was," he agreed.

There was a moment of silence, and then she scooted closer to him.

"You want to do that again?"

"Yeah, I do," he sighed.

Just then the first firework shot up into the sky, leaving a trail of sparks.  The thundering boom when it went off shook their bones and the flash lit up the whole area.

When Karen had said she thought they should "explore it", she had meant the relationship in general, not the fact that Bob had gotten an erection because of her, and that this erection business was what should be explored.

He understood that on one level, but part of his mind imagined her exploring one of his erections.  It was easy to fantasize about that because he had a brand new one in his Bermuda shorts within moments of her tacit acceptance that he had them for her.

While he had admitted to having one previously, however, he did not announce that he’d developed another one because of her proximity.

Instead, they talked about relationships in general, and how each hadn’t really been looking for one.  In the process, details about past relationships began to come out.  She told him about the hurt and pain Dave had caused when he abandoned them.  He shared how helpless he’d felt when he’d found his wife in their bed, already cold to the touch.  He’d stayed up late to grade papers, and felt guilty about that.  If he’d gone to bed when she did, he was sure it wouldn’t have happened.

Her heart went out to him.  She knew of post-partum depression as a concept, but it had never affected her.  She’d loved being pregnant and having a baby.  If only Dave could have loved it too.

This sharing of a most intimate nature brought them together, both emotionally and physically, as they inched closer together. 

Then the first aerial bomb went off with a flash that lit the sky, and a resounding boom that drew their eyes upwards.

It was only normal to lie down, to make it easier and more comfortable to watch what was about to happen.

After that first aerial bomb went off, there was just enough light left that the kids saw their parents lie down, side by side, face up on their blanket.

That seemed like a good idea, so they lay down side by side too.

They looked over at each other and Amanda rolled until she could get to his lips.  Her top arm went over him to keep her in place.

Then they explored this kissing thing.

Thirty feet away Karen’s hand moved to find Bob’s and they held hands.  Emotions flared in each of them.  Another rocket went up and made a red burst in the air.

It was dark, at least between the bursts of fireworks, so Bob rolled to land half on top of Karen.  When his face sought hers, she reacted eagerly.

The two adults explored the kissing thing too.

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