Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo
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"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.
said Bob, pointing.
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
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
"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.
golf?" he teased.
that," she said.
"I'm sure we can
work something out."†
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.
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.
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.
cool," said Jack.
said Jack.† Then, as he felt a familiar erection bloom in his pants, he said,
"I gotta go," nervously.
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
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
Karen, whose mind was still churning from the intensity of her good night kiss.
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
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
"Me too," she
said, as her son pulled his loins away from her.† "Are you going to ask
her out again?"
"I want to,"
"It's okay with me
if you do," she said.
"Will you go with
us next time?" he asked.
"You don't have
to," he suggested.
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.
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
he said, barely keeping a sob from escaping.†
She pushed him away, but
held onto his shoulders.
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.
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.
"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
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
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.
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.
"Do you think Jack
got that way tonight?"†
"I hope not,"
"So you like Mrs.
Ross?" she said.
"I guess I
do," he admitted.
"I like Jack
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.
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."
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
"I get that,"
she said.† "But just so you know, I still don't want to procreate with Jack."
relieved," said Bob, who was telling the truth.
"We want to go out
again," she said.
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
weird," she commented, not pulling away.
me?" he groaned.
"I'm glad you like
her," said Amanda.
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
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
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
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
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
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."
fine," said Bob.
Karen, carefully, "I should tell you about something that happened last
"You mean while we
"After that.† After
you took us home."
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
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
"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
want to hear something weird?" asked Amanda, once they had spread their blanket
and seated themselves.
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.
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
didnít click.† Not then.
said.† "I mean I get it.† Momís really pretty.† That kind of thing happens when
a guy is around a pretty woman."
Amandaís 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.
he said immediately, not thinking about the context in which she might have
asked the question.
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 parentsí
characterization of sexual urges being "normal" let them be more comfortable in
discussing what each was feeling and was curious about.† It wasnít easy ...
but it was possible to seek answers to some questions.
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 Jackís mother.
know.† It would be weird, I guess."
said Jack, feeling a little depressed.† "Weird" didnít usually translate to
"good" or "okay."
says itís normal," he said, in his own defense.
what my dad said," she responded.
He thought of something.
you know that happened?† I mean with your dad?"
it," she said, not thinking that in most other homes that might be considered
as a horrifying concept.† She didnít know about what went on in other homes.† What
went on in her own just seemed normal to her.
it?" he gasped.
not directly," she said, sensing that something was amiss.† "He was wearing his
That calmed Jack.† He
was used to walking around in his underwear, and his mother saw him like that
all the time.
said.† "I do that too.† Walk around in my underwear, I mean."
really big," said Amanda.† "Is yours big?"
This is an example of
how, while they could approach these intimate subjects, it wasnít easy
to do so.
know," he said, uncomfortably.†
she said.† She didnít know quite where to go from there.† Sheíd just asked the
question that had been on her mind.
just thought youíd want to know that my dad really likes your mom," she said.
cool," said Jack, relieved that they were no longer talking about his cock.
get an erection because of that kiss?" she asked, dragging him kicking and
screaming back to the subject.† Since she hadnít gotten mad at the concept, he
just told her the truth.
It just sort of happened."
a really good kiss," she said.
was," he agreed.
There was a moment of
silence, and then she scooted closer to him.
want to do that again?"
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 heíd developed another
one because of her proximity.
Instead, they talked
about relationships in general, and how each hadnít 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 heíd felt when heíd found his wife in their bed, already
cold to the touch.† Heíd stayed up late to grade papers, and felt guilty about
that.† If heíd gone to bed when she did, he was sure it wouldnít have happened.
Her heart went out to
him.† She knew of post-partum depression as a concept, but it had never affected
her.† Sheíd 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
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
Thirty feet away Karenís
hand moved to find Bobís 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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