Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Four

It was dark.† The kids were thirty feet away, watching the fireworks.† Surely Bob and Karen may be forgiven for thinking that it was safe to roll into what became a torrid embrace, during which each tried to make up for a decade of not having this in their lives.† The kiss was really one, long, passionate kiss, regardless of the fact that they pulled their lips away from each other from time to time, to breathe, or to change the style of it.† For all intents and purposes it really was one extended exchange of ardor, and as that kiss extended, it was only normal that their hands became restless and ... busy ... as well.†

When Bobís hand slid up her side and his thumb brushed the side of her breast, she actually rolled into the thumb, and his hand was filled with her softness.†† They spoke no words, but communication was frantic as her own hand went to find out what the state of his penis was.† She found it as rigid and hard as an iron bar, and squeezed it with appreciation.† Eventually his hand found its way under her shirt, and then he pushed up her bra to finally fondle her hot, soft breast flesh.† He found the nipple easily, because it now protruded half an inch from the areola on which it sat.

She moaned into his mouth, and her own hand tried to force entry into the waistband of his shorts.† His belt was too tight, but her clever hand remembered he was wearing shorts, so it went to his bare thigh and then upwards, snaking through the leg of his pants until she reached her goal. It was summer. Going without underwear was cooler. Brushing over full balls, her fingers sought and then gripped his bare rod.

She moaned into his mouth again as she squeezed.

Finally the kiss paused.

"I want you so much," she panted.

"You donít know the half of it," he groaned.

"If only the children werenít here," she moaned.

At the mention of the kids, Bob looked toward where they were, but it was too dark to see them.† Good.† That meant they couldnít see their parents either.

"We canít do what I really want to do," he panted.† "But at least we donít have to go crazy."

"What are you going to do?" she asked.

"Iím going to give you an orgasm, sweet thing," he whispered.† "Undo your pants."

"We canít," she moaned.† "The kids."

"I just looked for them and itís too dark to see anything.† Donít worry.† If youíre as hot as I am, it wonít take long to take the edge off."

Her lust won out over common sense.† Neither of them noticed that, while they were whispering, the bursts of fireworks overhead lit them up briefly.† They were too preoccupied with sating their craving.

Soon she was on her back, with him lying beside her.† His right hand was in her shorts, his middle finger plugged firmly into her slippery pussy.† He had pushed her shirt up enough to get to her breasts with his mouth, and she writhed, biting the heel of her hand to keep from making too much noise as she got closer and closer to something sheíd almost forgotten about.

And then she was there and she rolled to bury her face in his shoulder as she wailed softly, shaking like a dog just out of the water.† He stopped moving his fingers in her, and tried to hug her with the arm he was lying on.† When she finally rolled away from him, she lay limply, taking deep breaths, her white breasts moving in the darkness, grinning like sheíd just won the lottery.† Dave would never have done that.† He would never have put her needs ahead of his own.† The rush of emotion she felt was dangerous.† She knew that.† She knew she shouldnít feel this strongly about a man she hardly knew ... had only been out with three times. And those werenít even real dates!

She turned her head.† He was just lying there, up on one elbow, looking at her as the fireworks burst overhead.† He wasnít trying to crawl on top of her.† He must be in pain by now, having waited so long.† She rolled and lifted her head.† Like him, she looked toward where the kids were.† She could see their shapes, but not what they were doing.† She saw an arm point upwards and a firework went off, lighting the area briefly, but then it was dark again.† They were watching the fireworks.

Bob had been good to her.† Now she was going to repay him.† And she was going to do it in a way she had refused to ever do to Dave.

"Lie down," she whispered, pushing at his chest.

He did and she got to her knees to work at his belt.† He sucked in his stomach and she got it undone.† Then she fumbled with the button and zipper and tugged the waistband.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"Youíll see," she said.† "Help me!"

He raised his hips and she got his shorts down, just below his balls.† She wished she could see, but then decided it was better if she did this in the dark.† Sheíd only done it once before in her whole life when her cousin had talked her into it at a family reunion.† She reached and found his stiff pole.† Her hand stroked it several times, feeling the skin on the shaft move in ways that felt odd.† It was loose!† Daveís skin hadnít been loose like that.† Her other hand went to feel the tip, and the realization hit her.† He wasnít circumcised!† The only one of those she'd ever seen was Jack's, when he was a baby.† Now, even more she wished she had enough light to see it.† An explosion overhead granted her wish, but only for a second or two.

She needed to get this done.† Who knew when the show would end?

Crawling forward, she searched for the tip with her lips.

And swallowed him whole.

The first kiss the kids shared that evening was as close to the previous one as they could make it.† They werenít in a hurry, and they didnít move their heads much.† Instead, they just paid attention to trying to feel each otherís lips. That was easiest when their own were loose.† Theyíd seen movie kisses, where it looked like the actors were trying to eat each otherís faces off.† Amanda tried that once, but it felt stupid, so she went back to moving her lips against his.

They broke, just breathing into each otherís mouths.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I think we should do that some more," she said.

So they did.† After four or five more of those, each was breathing hard.† They were between kisses when the sky lit up and they could see each otherís faces plainly.† Both jerked, thinking at the same time that their parents might be able to see them.† They looked, as one, waiting for the next volley, pulling apart, just in case.† When the light came, though, it was clear that the adults were paying no attention to them.†

Thatís because Amandaís dad was half lying on top of Jackís mother and they were doing exactly the same thing the kids had been doing.

"Look at that!" said Amanda.

Jack waited for the next burst, and when it came he clearly saw Bobís hand on his motherís breast.† The hand squeezed, just as it went dark again.† He felt something twist inside him.† That was the breast that only a few nights ago had been pressed against him!† It had felt hot and soft.† He wondered if it felt hot and soft now.

"Heís touching her boob," he hissed.

"I saw that," said Mandy.

"That makes me feel funny," he said.

"You want to touch mine?"

His head snapped around.

"Youíd let me?"

"I guess so.† I never thought about it before. But now I want to know what that would feel like."

"I want to," he whispered.† "But I want to see what theyíre doing too.† I think Iím jealous!"

"Of my dad?"

"I think so!† This feels like what I felt like when I saw Jennifer Simpkins kissing Jerry Abernathy at the dance, earlier this year."

"You were jealous then?"

"I asked Jennifer to dance that night, but she said no.† Then she danced with him and let him kiss her.† I got mad and my stomach hurt.† When I told my mom about it later that night she said I was probably just jealous."

"So youíre mad at my dad?"

"No.† Not really.† I mean I know she probably needs a man in her life.† I guess I just never thought it would actually happen."

"Itís like that with my dad too," whispered Mandy.

"Do you think theyíll have sex?"

"Procreate?† I never thought of that.† But he did have an erection for her."

"I donít think I could watch that," moaned Jack.

"Well, he wonít do it right now.† Iím amazed theyíre even doing that much."

"Why?† We are."

"You are not lying on top of me feeling my boob," said Amanda.

"Of course not.† Youíd kill me if I tried to do that."

"I would have," said Mandy.†

Another firework went off.† Now Bobís hand was under Karenís shirt!† And both kids saw that clearly.

Amanda turned to Jack.

"Theyíre not paying any attention to us.† We may never get another chance like this.† Do you really want to touch my boob?"

He nodded.

She pushed him back down and lay down beside him.† Reaching for his hand she brought it to where her shirt didnít quite make it to the top of her shorts.† She pushed it upwards, taking the hem of her shirt with it.

"Kiss me again," she whispered.

This kiss was electric in a way none of the others had been.† Her bra was new, and had been purchased with her growing breasts in mind, so sheíd gotten it a little large.† It was easy for him to push it up and expose her conical breasts.

As his lips slid over hers, his hand slid across her mounds.† The skin on his hands was tough from working outside, and scraped her tender nipples delightfully.† She moaned and pushed her breast into his hand.

It was a product of that moan that caused her to open her mouth, and her tongue slipped forward enough to touch his lips.† Both had heard of French kissing, but neither had thought to try it up until then.

That, it turned out, was an even better way to kiss!

Bob choked in what would have been a groan loud enough to have been heard by the kids.† He hadnít been expecting this.† But then, of course, he hadnít been expecting anything else that had happened, with the possible exception of a kiss or two.† Trudy had done this for him a couple of times, but hadnít liked it.

Her mouth felt like a furnace, and the way her cheeks caved in and she sucked, made it clear that this was not something she was doing reluctantly.

"Fuck, Karen," he groaned.

She pulled off and he heard her smack her lips.

"Not tonight, lover," she said.† Then she went back to her work.

Heíd been right about "taking the edge off" not taking long.† Sheíd gone off after only a few minutes of digital manipulation, and he was already close.† One reason Trudy had been averse to sucking his cock was because the first time she did it, heíd cum in her mouth.† She had run for the bathroom, but hadnít made it, puking in the hallway. †

He lifted his head, holding his breath, waiting until the last second to warn her, to make sure he didnít screw this up like heíd screwed things up with Trudy.

"Iím close," he whispered harshly.

Her head bobbed up and down, and her fingers found his balls, squeezing them gently.

"I mean it," he rasped.† "Iím gonna cum any second, Karen!"

She hummed.† And kept going.

For Karen, once she had the thing in her mouth she realized she liked it much more than she had expected to.† When sheíd done it so long ago for her cousin, sheíd been scared and felt guilty.† But this wasnít like that at all.† And his reaction made her feel wonderful.† Heíd made her feel fantastic, and she was happy she could return the favor.

When he warned her, she thought about it, but only for a few seconds.† Her cousin had jerked it out of her mouth and spurted on the forest floor.† That had been interesting, but now she had the chance to do something for Bob sheíd never done for any other man.† Sheíd heard a lot about the concept from her girlfriends.† When she was young, her friends had said you had to swallow it, or the boy would make fun of you.† Of those, several had said it wasnít so bad.† One had said she loved it.† Later, when her friends were older, their counsel was that it was the best way to enslave a man and, by the way, render him harmless if you didnít want that thing in your pussy.† Some of those girls had said they loved it too.

Karen hoped she would love it as well.†She'd never done this for Dave. It had been one of the few things she'd been able to deny him, despite his constant pleas that she service him in that way. Had he been a more considerate lover she might have acceded to his desire, but it had just felt wrong, back then. Now it felt right, and she made up her mind to make the best of it, whatever happened.† She wanted to please him, and if that got a little icky, then that was something sheíd just have to live with.

He made a strangled sound and his hips lurched up off the blanket.† A rush of warmth filled her mouth and she prepared to swallow automatically. As she did so, the taste finally registered.† There were the strong tastes of salt and caraway, something sheíd taken in a homeopathic tea one time.† Underlying that was a hint of sweetness.† Not only wasnít it bad ... she thought it was delicious!

She kneaded his balls, sucking strongly, trying to pull as much of that yummy taste from him as possible, while he flopped on the blanket beneath her.

"What are they doing now?" asked Amanda, who felt like her nipples might actually burst from the joy of being squeezed.† It was completely different when he squeezed them, as she had found out when she whispered for him to do that.† They had kissed some more and then, because she was curious, she put her hand in the exact same place Karen had touched her father, though of course she did not know that then.

Sheíd felt Jackís hardness and been thrilled.† She didnít want to have sex, but there was no stronger compliment in her mind than that he liked her that much.† She couldnít know at that point in her life that his boner had less to do with whether he liked her or not than with how nature had designed his body to work.

It had all been amazing and fun and exciting.† Then he had lifted his head and looked toward their parents.†

"Oh crap!" he gasped, as a firework went off and a blue ball filled the sky.

"What?" she asked, jerking her own eyes toward the adults. She had visions of seeing them stalking angrily toward the kids.

"Heís ... heís ... heís ..." Jack spluttered.† He didnít seem to be able to finish.

Two flower like rockets went off in a row and she saw what "he" was doing.

Her father was sucking the tip of one of Mrs. Ross's naked breasts.†

She perceived this in a completely different way than Jack did.† When Jack saw it, his stomach churned.† He was definitely jealous!† But to Amanda, this indicated a closeness that she had wished her father could find for many years.†

Suddenly Karen sat up.† The fireworks were coming more closely together now, which gave more frequent light.† But she didnít look toward the kids.† Instead, Mandy saw her push her father down onto his back.† Amanda stared, knowing that Jack was staring too.† Both could see clearly that Karen was pulling at Bobís shorts, baring something that, in the frequent bursts of light, stood up slim and tall.† Both knew what that was.

And both saw her mouth move to engulf it.

A strangled moan ripped from Jackís throat and he went tense all over.† Mandy was afraid he was going to jump up and attack her father.† She didnít want that.† Her mind was awhirl with what sheíd seen, but something deep inside her demanded that Jack control himself.†

She thought about doing the same thing to Jack that his mother was doing to her father, but that thought only lasted a few seconds.† There was no way she could do that.† Not now, and maybe not ever!†

But she could distract Jack from doing something rash.†

She pulled hard at his arm, turning her toward him.† Lying down, she pulled her shirt up to bare both breasts.

"Suck them!" she hissed.

She reached to grip Jackís face with both hands and pulled, to make him do as she had ordered.† Anticipation burst in her belly as she realized she was about to find out what that was like.

It worked.† Jackís jealousy vanished like smoke on the wind.

Within seconds, he was sucking avidly at a tender nipple.

And within seconds, Mandy wished she could push her finger deep in her pussy while he did it.

Karen dragged her lips lovingly up and off his shrinking penis one last time.† She smacked her lips.† The fireworks finale was going on now and she had plenty of light to see his face by.† His eyes were closed and his face slack.† She leaned down to kiss him, forgetting completely that she probably had his taste in her mouth, still.† When she pulled back, she asked, "Is that better?"

"Iím not sure Iíve ever been better," he sighed.

The fireworks finale lit up the area they were all in and Amanda pushed Jackís face away from her chest.† She wanted him to keep doing that for hours, but there was too much light, and if her dad caught him doing this she was pretty sure her dating life would be over.

That was the last thing she wanted.

"Thereís too much light," she whispered, pulling her shirt down and sitting up.† She looked quickly at the parents, and saw Karen now kneeling over her dadís face, kissing him.

"I donít want to stop," complained Jack.

"I know.† I donít either.† We have to find a way to do this some more.† But not now.† If we get caught they wonít let us see each other again, maybe ever!"

That sobered Jack, who looked at the adults again.

"I canít believe she did that," he sighed.

"She must like him a heck of a lot," said Mandy.

His head turned toward her.† The last few booms faded and it went dark again.

"Would you ever do that to me?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why not?"

"I donít know.† Ewww.† Just think about it.† You pee out of that thing!"

"Your dad does too," he said.

"How about I just touch it a little bit first," she negotiated.

"It felt really good when you squeezed it," he sighed.

"What you were doing felt fantastic," she agreed.

"Does this mean youíre my girlfriend?" he asked, suddenly.

She thought only a few seconds, and her decision was firm.

"Definitely," she said.†

"Really?"† He sounded elated.

"Jack, donít be dumb.† Youíre the first boy to kiss me.† Youíre the first boy to touch my boobs.† Youíre the first boy to suck them!† Youíre the first boy who I ever touched down there.† If that doesnít make me your girlfriend, I donít know what does."

He jumped up as if there were springs in his legs.

i>"Yipeeeee!" he yelled.

"Donít tell them!" whispered Mandy, harshly.

"Donít tell us what?" asked her father, whose bulk loomed out of the darkness.

"Amanda just said sheís my girlfriend!" gasped Jack.

"I told you not to tell them that," groaned Mandy.† "Now they wonít let us go on any more dates."

"I donít know about that," said Bob.† "Karen just told me sheís my girlfriend, too."

"Really?" Jackís voice rose an octave.

"Boys are so dumb," groaned Mandy.† After what theyíd seen, sheíd just taken it for granted that her dad now had a girlfriend.

"Yes, Amanda," agreed Karen, who had no idea what the girlís reasoning was.† "They are.† But theyíre the only game in town, so we have to like them anyway."

"Well," said Bob.† "I guess we all had fun then.† Weíll have to lay down a few rules, though, if you two are going to start going together."† He felt silly, saying that out loud.† The concept of his daughter "going with" some boy, even Jack, just seemed ludicrous to him.†

If heíd known just what his little girl had already experienced, he would have looked at things from an entirely different perspective.

The good night kiss on this night took place just inside Karenís door.† The two couples stood side by side.† The adults, having established their new relationship, decided that kissing each other in front of the kids was no longer something they needed to hide.† It was a warm kiss, though Bob kept his hands in appropriate places.

Jack was still feeling a multitude of things.† He could not get the image of his mother going down on Bob out of his mind.† His own cock, unsatisfied, was still rock hard in his pants and his energy levels were appropriate to support emotions other than positive ones ... like anger.† He knew he shouldnít feel that way, though.† Like Mandy, heíd wished his mother could be happy for many years.† To his young mind that meant having a boyfriend.† He was puzzled that the reality of it wasnít at all like what heíd expected.† He liked Bob.† But he was still jealous.

When he kissed his new girlfriend good night his right hand went to fondle her left breast.† She batted it away and then poked him, but didnít take her lips away from his.

Though the adults didnít know it, they had set up conditions in which their children were sexually frustrated, and that can often have a tendency to lead to things that most parents donít want to happen.†† Already Jack was feeling aggressive, and Mandy had adopted an acceptance of things that only a week ago she would have wrinkled her nose at.† Even worse, both kids were looking forward to finding ways to take their exploration even farther.† They had no concrete plans to do that, but the tendency to go forward, rather than put on the brakes, was clearly established.

As can be seen by this date, which started so innocently, things can get out of hand pretty quickly.† And if the adults couldnít control their impulses ... what chance did the kids have?

The goodnight kisses over, Bob and Amanda left, each giving a last, lingering look at their romantic interests.† They went back to the car, and Karen closed the door.

She turned to find her son staring at her, a truculent look on his face.

"I saw what you did," he blurted.

"What?"

"I saw what you did during the fireworks!"

She felt a little faint.

"Oh."†

"Why?" he asked, wanting to understand her feelings and motivations, while not even understanding his own.

"I like him," said Karen, simply.† "I like him a lot."

"You must ... to do that ... with your mouth!" he growled.

She got it then.† He wasnít talking about her smooching with Bob.† He had seen it all.† She felt her face blushing.† Her son looked so angry!

"Sweetie ..." she began.

His anger just melted, like an ice cube exposed to an atomic bomb.† Suddenly he was crying.† His emotions had boiled over and he couldnít regulate them.

She moved quickly to fold him in her arms, not knowing that her embrace only poured salt in his wounds.† He stiffened, and then melted against her, inhaling her scent.† His penis, which had been hard ever since Mandy had let him suck her nipples, lurched in his pants.

"Baby," she cooed, stroking his back.

He pushed her away roughly.† Now he looked frightened.

"Why do I feel this way?" he groaned.† "Why do I hate him?† I like him, Mom!† But I hate him too.† How can I be jealous of him?† Youíre my mom!"

Karen felt shock stun her.† Her mind whirled.† She was at a loss for words, initially.† But her baby was hurting, and that cut through her confusion.

"Come sit down," she said, reaching to take his hand.

He let himself be led into the living room, where she encouraged him to sit and then perched beside him.

"I donít understand," he whined. "Iím not supposed to feel that way about you.† Youíre my mom!"

"Calm down," she said.† "This isnít the end of the world.† I think youíre just confused, thatís all."

"I donít feel confused," he sighed.

"Tell me how you do feel," she said, softly.† "Tell me what you were doing with Mandy, and what you saw and how that made you feel."

"We were kissing," he said.† He thought about the other things theyíd done, but decided he didnít want to admit that.† "And we saw you kissing too."† He stopped.

"Go on," she urged.

"Mandy said it was okay, and I thought so too, at first.† But then he put his hand on your ..."† He swallowed and when he saw she wasnít going to help, he went on.† "On your boob.† I felt all funny inside."

"I see," she said, feeling sad that they hadnít been as circumspect as sheíd thought they were being.

"That wasnít so bad, really," he said, thinking about getting to feel Mandyís breasts.† "But then he ... you know ... with his mouth."† He just couldn't put that into words.

"Yes," she said, remembering vividly.

"And then you did ... you know ... with your mouth."

"Yes," she admitted, feeling faint.† Her own son had seen her do that!† How on Earth was she going to handle that?†

"And I wanted to kill him," he admitted, softly.

"You canít do that," she said, immediately.

"I know.† I shouldnít even be mad about it.† I mean I want you to be happy.† I just canít control these feelings inside me."

"Youíve been my man for a long time," said Karen.† "Itís only normal that you donít want another man coming in and taking me away from you."

"Yeah," he said, frowning.

"But the thing is, sweetheart, that nobody could ever take me away from you.† Youíll always be my man.† I love you and Iíll always love you, no matter whether Bob is my boyfriend or not."

I donít think thatís whatís bothering me," he said, still frowning.† "I mean I donít think of Bob as taking you away from me."

"Go on," she said.

"Can I tell you something and will you promise not to get mad and yell at me?"

"I donít like making those kinds of promises," she said.

"Will you try?"

"Of course, Darling."

"Remember that night after we went miniature golfing?"

She nodded.

"When I hugged you good night and I had an ... um ..."† Words failed him again.

"An erection?" she supplied.

"Yeah, one of those."

"Yes," she said.

"Well, when you hugged me, I felt your ... um ... boobs ... here."† He touched his chest.† "And they felt really good and that made my boner even worse, and I got confused.† And tonight I felt kind of the same way."

He ducked his head, waiting for her to castigate him.

She didnít.† While his youth had not prepared him for this eventuality, his mother was a lot more worldly about it.† She was surprised, but the concept didnít shock her.

"When you were about six or seven," she said, "you told me that some day, when you grew up, youíd marry me and then it wouldnít matter that your daddy had been stupid and run off with that woman.† Do you remember that?"

He lifted his head.† There were tears in his eyes, tears of shame.† But there was also the hint of a smile on his face.

"Yeah.† I remember.† You hugged me and said youíd rather marry me than anybody else in the world."

"Well lots of little boys feel that kind of thing for their mothers, even when the daddy is there, and sheís happily married."

"Iím not a little boy anymore," he said.

And thatís the problem," she said.† "Now that youíre growing up, your emotions are even stronger.† And like I said, youíve thought of yourself as the man of the house for a long time.† Iím not all that astonished that you still have strong feelings for me."

"So ... what do I do about it?"

"Well, you canít marry me, thatís for sure," she said, smiling.

He smiled, too, and wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands.

"If you had a girlfriend -" She stopped.† "I suppose you do have a girlfriend.† If the two of you were older, you could transfer some of what you feel for me to her," she said.† "But thatís not a good idea right now."

She stood and paced.

"I need to think about this," she said.† "Why donít you go ahead and get ready for bed."

"Okay," he sighed.† He got up to leave.

"Jack?"

He turned to face her.

"Tonight.† You said you and Mandy were kissing.† Did the same thing happen tonight that happened the last time you kissed her?"

Sheíd already said that getting a boner was normal, so he didnít mind admitting it again.† He nodded.† She looked at the front of his pants.

"Is it still ... that way?"

He nodded again.

"What do you do about it when that happens?"

He looked guarded.† This had never been discussed.†† He was pretty sure, without knowing why, that this was also dangerous territory.

"Jack," she said, with a groan.† "I know boys masturbate."

His first reaction to that was the impulse to say that if she knew about it, why did she ask him.† But he didnít.

"Itís a little embarrassing," he said. "I mean most guys donít talk to their moms about it."

"Most guys donít talk to their mom about being jealous of their boyfriend either," she said, dryly.

"Yeah, I guess not," he said.

"Donít do that right now," she said. "Just wait a little while.† Get ready for bed and Iíll be in to talk to you in a minute."

"Okay," he said.

He left, and Karen sat back down to think.

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