Double Dating With The Parents - Version Alpha

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seven

"What should we do now?" asked Jack.

They were both sated, in the way young people can be satisfied with less than some adults require.

"I should probably go home," said Mandy. "But I don't want to. I like being with you, like we were tonight."

"Yeah," he said. "We won't get to do that again for a long time, I bet."

"You're right. Unless they go out on more dates. The problem is you never know how long they'll be gone."

"I'll walk you home," said Jack.

"I don't mind the dark," she said.

"That's not why I said I'd walk you home. I just want to be with you a little longer."

"Okay. I'd like that. I'll just walk my bike," she said.

They got dressed and went outside, where they found the night to be balmy and warm, with a little breeze.

She only needed one hand to steer the bike, so they walked down the street with an arm around each other's waist. Very few houses had lights on. It was surprisingly quiet. A dog barked in the distance.

They found themselves by the Elm Street Park, and went into it. They sat side by side on the swings, scraping the toes of their shoes in the gravel.

"Bet I can go higher than you," said Jack.

"You're on!"

Soon, they added to the noises of the night as the rusty bearings at the top of the chains squeaked in time with their swings.

Twenty minutes later they were front to front, kissing in the dark. Her hand went to the front of his pants.

"You've got another boner," she whispered.

"I get them because of you," he accused.

"I have an idea," she said.

A few minutes later she was on her knees, her hand in the same orientation as that his mother used, as she moved the loose skin on his penis back and forth.

"Yeah!" he groaned. "Just a little faster and I'll shoot!"

She leaned back when it went off, amazed as his silvery semen shot three feet out onto the grass.

She had no idea that, at that very second, Jack's mother was lying on her back, one knee bent.

In the moonlight that illuminated her, what looked like the same silvery liquid lay filling the opening of her vagina.

"This seems so unreal," murmured Karen, as the lay in each other's arms, recuperating.

"Like a really nice dream," he agreed.

"I never expected this to happen."

"With me?"

"With anybody!"

"I snuck in under your radar," he said.

"You sure did."

"We have our children to thank for this," he said.

"I know. And all because we were nervous about them starting to date."

"I really didn't intend for Mandy to ask Jack out on a date," he said. "I just told her I'd think about it to put her off for a while."

"You want to know what I think is the strangest part of all?"


"I watched them when we went bowling. They reacted to each other like you and I did. There was an instant attraction. Isn't it weird that they got interested in each other just as fast as we did?"

"It's genetic," he said. "Our genes are attracted to your genes."

She laughed. Then she frowned.

"That could be a problem, though."

"You mean because if they're attracted like we're attracted, they're going to want to do what we just did?"

"Of course they will," she said. "What are we going to do?"

"About all we can do is keep an eye on them," he said. "Keep chaperoning them like we have been."

"Yes, but where does that put us?"

"When we tell them we're engaged, that's going to change the whole dynamic of things," said Bob. "Engaged people want to spend time together alone. Everybody knows that. They'll understand that too."

"How do you think they'll react to us getting married?" he asked.

"I hope they'll be happy for us."

"Yeah. Me, too."

"That still doesn't answer the question about what to do with them while we're being alone together," she said.

"When you were their age, didn't your parents go off to the bedroom sometimes to 'talk' about something?"


"And didn't you know what they were really doing?"

"Yes, but I couldn't imagine it."

And what did you do while they were having private time in their bedroom?"

"I tried to find something to do that would distract me from thinking about what they were doing."

"I think they'll react the same way. So we have some alone time at either your house or mine, and give them something to do while we're in the bedroom."

"What if they get frisky?"

"With us right there in the house? I don't think so. They'd be too afraid of getting caught."

They waited until they could all be together at Bob's house to break the big news.

The children were not elated when Bob and Karen announced their engagement.

"You can't get married!" squeaked Amanda.

"Why not?" asked Bob.

"Because if you get married, Jack will be my brother. I can't have my brother as my boyfriend!"

"He'll only be your step-brother," said Bob.

"Yeah, like that's going to make all the difference to the whole wide world," she said, angrily. "No! We forbid it!" she shouted.

"Mandy!" said Bob, sharply. "That's not the way things work."

"Well if you have your way, things won't work at all!" she screamed. "Jack and I were going to get married some day!""

Both adults were speechless. So was Jack, who had that deer in the headlights look on his face.

"Jack?" said his mother. "A moment in private?"

"Sure," he said. "Okay."

"You're ruining everything!" stormed Amanda to her father.

Bob waited until Karen had taken her son into the hallway. He wondered if she was going to take him to Amanda's bedroom ... or his. He dismissed that from his mind and concentrated on his rebellious daughter.

"Calm down," he said.

"I will not calm down!" she raged. "You can't do this to us."

"Do I need to spank you?" he warned.

"You wouldn't dare!" she gasped.

"Try me," he said. "Calm down so we can discuss this like the adult you want so desperately to be."

Her mood changed mercurially.

"Daddy, pleeease," she begged. "Jack and I love each other. But nobody will let us if you get married. We'll have to act like brother and sister. We'll both be miserable."

"How did the two of you fall in love so quickly?" her asked.

"The same way you and Karen did," she said.

"I'm not sure you really understand what love is yet, Baby," he said, softly. "This is your first boyfriend ever. How do you know you're in love?"

"I don't know," she moaned. "I just feel it."

"I have no doubt your feelings are genuine," he said. " Regardless of that, if you fall in love now, you're going to be miserable anyway, because it's still at least two years before you can marry anybody. And two years is a long time to wait to do the things people in love want to do."

"This isn't fair," she groaned.

"Sweetheart, that's the first lesson an adult learns. Life isn't fair."

Karen chose Amanda's bedroom to take Jack to. Perhaps that was because she already viewed Bob's bedroom as one of her own private spaces, someplace she didn't want a competing male to enter.

"You want to tell me anything?" she asked, her arms folded under her breasts.

"Honest, Mom. I didn't know anything about getting married."

"So you didn't ask her to marry you?"


"Where do you think she got this idea, then?"

"I don't know. We like each other a lot. We always have a good time when we're together and we can talk about anything. I've never met a girl like her. But getting married? That's crazy. I can't get married. I'm only fifteen!"

"Well, at least one of you is thinking clearly," said Karen. "What do you want to do?"

"Do? What do you mean?"

"Well, Amanda has announced that you two are going to get married."

"She said someday, Mom," he interjected, quickly.

"Someday," said his mother. "If that makes you uncomfortable, then she needs to know that. Your relationship has barely begun, and if you don't get this straightened out it will probably kill the relationship altogether. That's too big a difference of philosophy for two people to just ignore and hope things will somehow work out."

"I don't want to break up," said Jack. "I like her too much for that."

"Well, then, maybe you need to set some boundaries."

"What do you mean?"

"Like telling her you don't think marriage should really be on the table at least until you graduate. After college would be even better."

"After college is a long time from now," he said, softly.

"So you are thinking about marriage," said his mother.

"Everybody thinks about marriage sooner or later," he said. "I never thought about it at all until I got to know Mandy. And it's not like I want to get married. It's more like the idea of marriage is not so scary to think about if it was Mandy I got married to."

"Just because the woman you like isn't scary isn't a very good reason to get married, Honey," she said.

"I know that," he said, with a hint of scorn in his voice. "What I mean is that I've never been able to talk to a girl like I can talk to her. I don't feel awkward around her. I don't feel stupid. She makes me feel good, like there's nothing wrong with me."

"There isn't anything wrong with you, Darling," said Karen.

"Mom," he said, softly. "I know a guy isn't supposed to think his mom looks sexy, and get jealous when another man pays attention to her."

She blinked, slightly stunned at his confession. Then she calmed. Literature is full of stories about boys being attracted to their mothers.

"That's not as uncommon as you might think, Honey. It's been you and me for a long time, and you've been the man of the house for all of it you can remember. Don't beat yourself up about that."

"I just feel weird when I think about that," he said.

"And that proves you're normal," she said. "And you are interested in Mandy, which also proves you're normal."

"She's right, you know. If you marry Bob, everybody will expect us to act like brother and sister."

"We didn't think of that," she admitted.

"Well think about it, because it means a lot to her. And just because I don't want to get married right away doesn't mean I don't care about that either."

"I'll talk to him about it," she said. "Maybe we can think of some way to make everybody happy."

When they all came back together again, the discussion was much calmer.

In the end, Bob and Karen decided that, if they could be together frequently, the actual fact of marriage wasn't as important as the happiness of all of them. To be honest, both Bob and Karen assumed that their children would grow tired of each other and break up, like teenagers so frequently do. And when that happened, their objection to the marriage would vanish. If the teens weren't romantically involved, it would be relatively easy to live under the same roof, assuming it wasn't a bad breakup.

It helped that Bob said when they turned 18 that might change things legally, because then the marriage might not make them step siblings under the law. He said he'd look into that.

Their parents' willingness to delay the marriage meant more to the kids than the adults could have known. Of course part of that was because the parents were in the dark about just how much their children had experienced, in terms of romantic intimacy. But even if they had known that, they still would have assumed there would be a breakup within the next year or so. A significant percentage of young people who have sex while they are boyfriend and girlfriend still break up later. There are those who hypothesize this is one reason divorce is so prevalent. Philosophically, there is very little difference between casual sexual relationships as a teen and casual sexual relationships as an adult.

As the discussion matured, other issues came up. Bob and Karen were unrepentant about wanting to be able to share sexual intimacy as an engaged couple. And that meant the children were going to have to be left unsupervised. Had they been even a year older, that wouldn't have been an issue, though that doesn't make a lot of sense on a "values" level. In a culture that has arbitrarily assigned eighteen as the age one becomes an adult, if it is inappropriate for two sixteen-year-olds to be allowed to explore intimacy unsupervised, it is also inappropriate for two seventeen-year-olds to be allowed to do that, as well. Typically, the values of the parents don't change until the child is of legal age. And in conservative families, the parents' values are expected to be held to until the child actually marries, regardless of age.

Of course, as has been made clear, Bob and Karen were not traditionally conservative in their outlook on intimacy. That they didn't want their children to become intimate with each other was primarily because they didn't think the kids were old enough to weather the pitfalls of a complex romantic relationship with another sixteen-year-old.

The kids promised to behave themselves whenever the parents wanted some alone time. Again, had those parents known how far things had progressed between the teens, they would have taken that promise with a whole bag of salt.

But they didn't.

And so, a contract of sorts was established, wherein Bob and Karen could spend time together, while the kids spent time doing non-intimate things.

Of course, you and I both know that was doomed to failure.

Things went pretty well for the next two weeks. Bob and Karen, after their opportunity to sate their lust, were more patient about waiting to spend another night together again. They got together every other day or so on their lunch hours, meeting at Karen's house, which was closest to her job. Bob was back at school most days, getting his room and lesson plans ready for the fall term to start, but he could take a long lunch hour because his time was self-regulated. That gave them the chance to make love without having to worry about the kids at all.

Evenings were spent at each other's houses on an "alternating every other night" basis. The kids watched TV, or read, or worked on a 5,000 piece jigsaw puzzle together, while Bob and Karen sat and talked, or cuddled, or sometimes read as well. Karen did a little painting and Bob just watched while they chatted.

The kids found ways to be together too, usually by running some errand for a parent. During those times they were able to manufacture enough time alone for Mandy to get him off. That was fairly easy, since whenever she stroked him, he rarely lasted longer than a few minutes. So even a short liaison was productive. And Mandy had her sex toys, which took care of her needs adequately, if not completely.

What pushed a hell of a thick stick through the spokes happened on a night after Karen had been involved in taking the annual inventory of tens of thousands of parts, and hadn't been able to get away for more than a half hour lunch each day for a whole week. That night they told the kids they needed to talk about something in private, that they'd be back in a little bit, and that they could play a video game or watch TV. By then, the adults were anxious enough to have their "discussion" that their radar wasn't even turned on, as far as the kids were concerned.

It was after supper, and already eight in the evening when Bob and Karen went into his bedroom and closed the door. The house was old, and the door didn't fit the jamb perfectly. The latch didn't close securely when Bob pushed the door shut.

The kids did keep working on the puzzle, to give them their due. It was only when Karen moaned a little too loudly that their attention was drawn away from their pursuit.

"That sounded like my Mom's voice," said Jack.

"Well it sure wasn't my dad," she said.

"It sounded like she's in pain."

"I don't think so," said Mandy. "We know what they're doing in there, and last time I heard, it didn't cause any pain."

There was another choked sob and Jack stood up.

"I'm going to see," he said, tensely.

"You can't do that. They'll scream at you."

"I have to make sure she's not hurt. What if they fell out of bed or something?"

"That wouldn't hurt that bad," snorted Mandy.

"It would if they hit their head on something," he argued.

"She's just having a lot of fun," said Amanda. "Don't do something stupid."

"I'll just listen at the door," he insisted.

"This is a bad idea," she warned.

"I'll just listen for a minute and make sure she's okay. That's all. I promise."

"Well I'm going with you," said Amanda. "And I'm going to have my hand inside your belt, so don't go off half-cocked."

"I won't. Come on."

Even that would have turned out all right, had he not put his fingertips lightly on the door as he leaned his ear close to it. The unlatched door opened four inches before either teen could do anything about it.

What they saw affected both of them a little like a lightning strike might have.

Their parents were lying at an angle across the bed, with their feet toward the door. That is simply how they fell when they had gotten naked and went to the bed. Karen's heels were planted on the bed and her thighs were as wide as she could get them. Bob's knees were maybe ten inches apart, for better balance and better purchase for his knees while he lunged forcefully into his lover.

His long, thick erection could easily be seen sliding in and out of her pussy, because the lights were on in the room. His loose, low-hanging balls were slapping rhythmically against her ass cheeks as he pounded her.

Karen gave another of those agonized moans, but then mitigated it by saying, "Don't stop. Don't ever stop. I love this so much!"

Jack didn't do well at all, seeing that penis slithering in and out of his mother's pussy. He took a deep breath and leaned forward, intent on going in there.

Mandy had put her hand inside the back of his waistband, and she instinctively gripped it hard when she saw what they saw. It affected her too, but not in the same way it affected Jack. In her case it made that ball of heat in her belly explode like a firework.

She felt Jack start to move forward and jerked him with surprising strength. He fell backwards, off balance, and she spun him and pushed him toward her bedroom door. Pushing him through it, she closed it as he turned, his face angry.

"Stop!" she hissed. She didn't give him a chance to argue. "I know you don't like what they're doing, but they're going to get married. She's going to do that with him dozens of times ... hundreds of times. And you getting mad about it won't change that."

"Shit!" he growled. He knew she was right.

"Why don't we do something to take your mind off of it," said Mandy.

"I don't know if that will work," he said, frowning.

"I'll suck you," said Mandy.

This was something they'd never done, and the newness of it electrified him.

"Okay," he whispered.

"You have to watch through the doorway while I do it, though, in case they get finished and come out."

"Okay," he said.

Less than a minute later, as Jack peered into the hallway from Mandy's dark bedroom, and she perched on her knees, he groaned as his girlfriend did, indeed, make him forget what Bob was doing to his mother. Amanda was both shocked and delighted that having that thing in her mouth had not one thing in common with how she'd anticipated it might be. Instead, she found she loved the texture, the taste, and the incredible intimacy of what she was doing.

And the taste, when something warm jetted into her mouth, was even better.

And even that might have gone okay ... had not Bob and Karen been so worn out from a long day's work and some energetic sex, that they dozed off in the afterglow of great sex while they cuddled, catching their breath after Bob spurted in her.

Amanda and Jack tiptoed down the hallway with the intent to get by the door to Bob's room that was still ajar, without being seen. As they looked in, apprehensively, it was clear that their parents had fallen asleep.

Again, Amanda jerked Jack to a stop and turned him around toward her room.

He might have gotten off while he spurted into her mouth ... but she hadn't.

"What are you doing?" he whispered, after she'd closed her door again.

"They're asleep," she said. "We have time for you to do something for me."

She started taking her clothes off.

"Okay," said Jack, as his favorite pair of breasts were revealed.

Again, what they had seen their parents doing affected how things proceeded.

Mandy wanted to feel Jack's stiff penis rubbing her clitty. The only time she'd been able to feel that properly was when she had ridden him before.

Tonight she wanted to see what that felt like with him on top, with his body weight bearing down on her excited clit.

Youth made it simple for him to get hard again. And the thought of him being on top of her, like Bob had been on top of his mother, produced another of those iron hard erections that made his cock hold itself almost parallel to the plane of his abdomen.

It was perfectly aligned to do exactly what she wanted it to do.

Unfortunately, it was also perfectly aligned so that, as he got a little too energetic about thrusting between her puffy pussy lips, and went just a smidgen too far downwards, when he shoved forward again, the tip caught in her opening. The force of his thrust caused his adolescent penis to slide into her just like her vibrator did.

All the way in her.

As it turned out, it fit just fine.

She gasped, not from pain, but from the delicious feeling of being filled. That part, her body was prepared for. But this phallus wasn't made of plastic or silicone. This one was warm and real, and it felt amazingly better than the fake one that had, before this, satisfied her so regularly.

He froze, instantly knowing that the heat that suddenly surrounded his cock, and which felt so similar to her mouth ... wasn't being produced by her mouth. That was obvious not only by their positioning, but because his tongue was in her mouth when it happened.

He started to withdraw, and her hands slapped on his ass cheeks with a resounding smack. Her nails dug in and, suddenly, he was moving back in the original direction. His pubic bone impacted hers and her clit was gloriously crushed.

She made a sound that, to his ears, was the exact duplicate of what his mother's throat had issued while he watched Bob's prick sliding in and out of her.

From that point on, it was all instinct. Their positioning was practically identical to those they had spied on, her legs wide in acceptance, and his knees spread for balance and purchase, to allow him to thrust with great gusto.

Karen jerked awake, her mind sleep muddled and confused. She turned her head and read the time on Bob's alarm clock.

"Shit!" she said, sitting up.

"What's wrong?" asked Bob's sleepy voice.

"We fell asleep. We've been in here an hour! I have to go!"

"I wish you didn't," he said, softly.

"I do too, but I have to go to work, and I don't have any uniforms here. Don't get up. I'll just get Jack and go."

"Okay," he said, dreamily.

She got up and got dressed hurriedly.

Then she went out to the living room to get her son and go home.

Except there was no one in the living room.

She checked the kitchen. Suspicion bloomed in her head.

When she got to Amanda's door and opened it, she almost fainted at what she saw.

There, on the bed, was her son, on top of Bob's daughter, and it was crystal clear what they were doing.

"Ohhhh, Mandy," groaned Jack, who stopped moving in and out of her and went in to freeze. "I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped.

Karen could actually see his youthful testicles jump. She staggered as she watched her son fertilize Amanda.

"Stop!" she yowled.

Jack's face turned to look over his shoulder. His eyes were huge.

Shit!" he yelped.

As if an invisible bungee cord was attached to his back, he leapt backwards. His prick came clear of Mandy's pussy still spurting, and his semen seemed to go everywhere. Amanda's astonished face appeared atop a body that looked completely sexual, on her back, legs spread, and her pussy mouth overflowing with creamy sperm.

"Bob!" howled Karen, as she stood, horrified.

He came running, fast enough that Mandy didn't have time to react and was still lying there, looking well-fucked when she came into his line of vision. Jack stood at the end of the bed, his hands covering his genitals, dancing from one foot to the other in his agitation.

"I couldn't find them," moaned Karen. "So I looked in here."

Amanda was so overwhelmed by the situation, that she said the only thing that popped into her mind.

"And she didn't even knock!"

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