Double Dating With The Parents - Version Bravo

by Lubrican

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Chapter Nine

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 are wont to 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 parentsí 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 done, 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 proceeded, 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 a couple of years older, that wouldn't have been an issue, though that doesn't make a lot of sense on a "values" level.† If the value system specifies that the age of sexual consent is eighteen, and it is inappropriate for two fifteen-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.† In many conservative families, the parentsí values are expected to be held to until the child actually marries.

Of course, as has been made clear on a number of levels, Bob and Karen were not 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 fifteen-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.

That night, when Karen and Jack got home, and it was time for a good night hug and kiss, Jack held his mother a little closer, and a little longer.

"Could you help me tonight?" he whispered into her hair.

She was already feeling good.† Her engagement to a man she loved was secure, if extended by circumstances.† It's understandable that she was a little horny.† So she agreed.

She had taken a shower and was still in her robe, having not yet donned her PJ bottoms and T shirt.† She didn't think about that as she went with him to his room.

Their pattern had been established long ago.† He was in his underwear, but he simply pushed them down and lay down on his bed.† He was already erect.

On this night she sat on the edge of the bed and reached to grip him.† As her body twisted, the tie on her robe came undone and the front slipped off of one breast.† She felt the cool air hit it and saw his eyes go to the exposed breast at the same time.† As she reached to restore her modesty, he spoke.

"Please ... don't."

"You don't want to look at your mother's saggy old breast," she chided.

"Actually, I do," he said, honestly.† "I think about them sometimes.† And that isn't saggy, Mom.† You aren't some old lady either."

"Thank you, but why do you want to see them?" she asked, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

"Because of what Bob did to them on the fourth of July," he admitted.

"Oh," she said.

"Sometimes I wonder what that would be like," he said.

In Jack's mind, there was a world of difference between sucking on the tips of Mandy's conical, hard breasts, and thinking about doing the same thing on breasts that were round, and heavy, and which would move around a lot if fondled.† Think of it like imagining driving a VW Beetle, as opposed to driving a Corvette.† The process is the same. The controls are basically the same. But, to a teenager, it wouldn't be the same at all.

"If you could remember far enough back, you'd know what that was like.† I fed you with them," she said.

"I bet I liked it," he said.

"You did.† You were a greedy little thing.† Sometimes you used my nipples for a pacifier."

"Did you know that some girls at school last year carried around pacifiers on a string around their neck, and sucked on them during class sometimes?"

"Good Lord no," she said. "Why on Earth would they do that?"

"I don't know.† I was too chicken to ask any of them."

"It was probably a fad," she said.

"I'd just like to see them while you help me," he said.

It was a little thing.† When he was younger she'd walked around the house topless sometimes, after a shower, or when it was hot and she didn't want to run the air conditioner because finances were tight that month; times like that.† He hadn't paid any attention back then.

"I suppose, considering what I'm going to be doing, that wouldn't be the end of the world," she said.

"Just take off your robe," he said.

"Honey, I'm naked under my robe."

"Okay, just the top part, then."

She had some misgivings, but she shrugged out of the sleeves of her robe and tied them around her waist in an overhand knot.† She felt very exposed.

Then he sighed.

"You're so beautiful, Mom.† I understand completely why Bob fell in love with you and wants to have sex with you."

That rocked her.†

"Honey, we agreed.† I can't do anything more for you than I'm already doing."

"Oh, I know that," he said. quickly.† "I'm not asking for more.† But I can't help but wonder what it would be like."

"You'll find out some day, with somebody else," she said.† She thought briefly about suggesting he ask Amanda to let him see what it was like, but then recoiled from that in horror.† That was the last thing he needed to do, for Amanda's sake, if not for his.

"That's perfect," he said, his eyes pinned to her breasts.† "Go ahead.† I'm really ready, now."

A few minutes later he was groaning and talking.

"I love you so much, Mom.† That feels sooo good.† You don't know how much this means to me."

He forgot to warn her and when he went off she was jacking him hard.† The first shot arced toward her and she felt his heat across both breasts.

"Ohhh fuck!" he gasped, his eyes pinned to the silvery stripe of his semen.

"Don't curse," she barked automatically.†

She didn't wipe him off of her.† She felt a little faint-headed.† After masturbating him, she usually went to her bathroom to wash her hands, so she leaned down to kiss him on the forehead and then went to do that.† She wiped her son's cum off of her at the same time.

Then she got out her vibrator.

"Thank you, Daddy," said Amanda when she went to get her good night hug and kiss.† They had both changed into their sleeping garb.† He was shirtless, but had on thin pajama bottoms, as usual.† She had on panties and a T shirt, as was her habit.

"You're welcome.† Sit down.† There's something else I want to talk about."

He was sitting on the couch, in roughly the middle, because Mandy had piled throw pillows at each end.† She'd made them in a class called Family and Consumer Science, which they hadn't had when he was in school.† He expected her to sit beside him, or possibly on the coffee table, but she straddled him and settled on his lap, facing him.

"What's up?" she said.

He looked down. The gusset of her panties had settled firmly on his penis.

He swallowed.

"It's about our agreement about ... um ... me helping you."

"You mean to masturbate?" she asked, guilelessly.

"Yes," he said, feeling his face getting warm. "I know I told you not to mention it to Karen or Jack, but when Karen said she'd marry me, that kind of changed things."

"You said something to her about it, didn't you," said his daughter.

"Yes," he said.

"Was she mad?"

"Actually ... no."

"Really? She's so cool, Daddy.† I'm glad you guys are in love.† What did she say?"

"She seems to think what she does for Jack helps him control his urges, and that you might need some help too.† After tonight, it's clear that you feel strongly for Jack, so maybe you need a little help controlling your urges too."

Had he known how freely she'd allowed her urges to control her, it would have been a completely different conversation.

"I agree," she said, instantly. "I'm getting horny more often, and it seems a lot stronger than it used to."

"That might be because you're sexually active with two sex toys," he said, wryly.

"Oh, they're fine.† They let me get to sleep.† But they don't stop me from getting horny."

"And you think if I help you, you won't get horny as often?" he asked, skeptically.

"I don't know," she said, seriously.† "But I do get this feeling that if you helped me, my orgasms would be better.† When I think about you giving me an orgasm while I'm using one of my toys, the orgasms they give me are lots stronger."

Bob felt his prick spring to attention.† She did too.

"You're getting hard, aren't you," she said.

"Uh ... yeah."

"That makes me happy," she said.

"Why?"

"Because I love the idea of you thinking I'm sexy.† When I walk down the aisle to get married some day, I want that to break your heart."

"That's pretty cold-hearted, Amanda," he said, disapprovingly.

"I love you, Daddy.† You've been the only man I loved for as long as I can remember.† I don't think it's terrible of me to want you to be sad when another man takes your place in my heart."

"It doesn't have to be that way, Mandy.† You can love more than one person in your life. And there are different kinds of love too.† The love a girl has for her father is a separate kind of love than she feels for her lover.† You can love your husband with that kind of love, and me at the same time."

"I don't know," she said.† "If my husband knew what I wanted to do with you, he might not be real happy."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"This," she said, rocking her hips and rubbing the gusset of her panties on his hardening cock.† That finished the job, and suddenly he was ready for the real thing.

"Amanda!" he warned her.

"It's just rubbing, Daddy," she said. "And it feels so good.† I just know I could cum this way."

"I thought you wanted me to rub you with my fingers," he choked.

"I do, but this is just as good." She rubbed faster. "Maybe even better."

"I don't know," he groaned.† "I don't think this is a good idea."

"Too late," she squealed.† She shuddered theatrically and then lay her head down on his shoulder and slowed to a stop.† "Wow, that was so good.† I know I can get to sleep tonight."

The milk was already spilled, in a sense, so Bob just hugged her.

"Okay, then.† Off to bed with you.† Sleep tight."

"Night Daddy."

Before she left, she kissed him on the lips.† She kissed him the same way she kissed Jack, sans the tongue.

Then she skipped off to bed.

Bob sat there, stunned.† He was rock hard.† And he couldn't deny that what she'd just done had turned him on something fierce.† Plus, she seemed to have taken it completely in stride.

He might not have been so sanguine about it had he known that little shuddering orgasm was completely fake, and that she'd done that simply to set a precedent. She knew it would take too long to reach an actual orgasm, and she hadn't wanted him to make her stop.† So she cheated.† It had fired her up, however, and as soon as she got to her room she dug out her rabbit and slipped it into her.

Then, while it whirred softly inside her, and the ears tickled her clitty fabulously, she alternated imagining that the thing making her feel so wonderful was Jack's ... and then her daddy's.

It was a fantastic cum when it shook her young body.

Generally speaking, things went pretty well for the next two months, during which school started up again.†

Bob and Karen, after their marathon sex session, were less impatient to spend the 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.† Before school started, while Bob worked on getting his room ready, he could take long lunches because his time was his own. After school started, it worked out that he didn't have a class immediately after lunch, so he had plenty of time with his lover then, as well.

There were no more sleepovers.† Claudia's mother had found semen stains on her bedspread when they got home from their trip, and Claudia was grounded until she was eighteen.† Or so she reported, when she told Mandy about it at school.† She had taken the heat, though, not diming Mandy or Jack out. That was possibly because Mandy had gone to the trouble of washing out the hand towel she'd used to clean Jack up with, and hung it back up, while Claudia had just straightened the covers on her bed without even looking for any incriminating evidence. Laundry day was not a good day at the Montgomery house, that week.

Before school started, parental oversight was tight.† Karen offered to be the delivery driver for the store, so the man doing that could learn the ropes in the store.† That allowed her to pop in just about any time without warning, which made it almost impossible for the kids to get together.† When school started back up, however, that oversight waned a bit and the teens found ways to be together for short periods.† Most commonly that was right after school, when they first got home.† Neither parent got home until at least an hour later, though there were usually lists of chores to do that took up some of that time.††† While the time the kids had alone was always short, that didn't really matter.† Whenever she sucked him, Jack rarely lasted longer than a few minutes, so even a short liaison was productive.†And Jack took the plunge, tasting Mandy's pussy, too. She liked it a lot, but somehow knew he'd have to spend a long time doing that before she'd cum. Her sex toys usually took care of her needs well enough, and if she was extra horny, she could talk Bob into giving her very satisfying orgasms.

Evenings were spent at each other's houses on alternating nights.† The kids did homework together, while Bob and Karen sat and talked, or cuddled, or sometimes read.

Both Amanda and Jack used their sexual "rights" with each parent irregularly.† That was because a new precedent had been set with Jack and Karen, in which he always asked to be able to gaze at her breasts while she stroked him, and he didn't want her to think he was asking too often.† On Mandy's part, she used the precedent she had set only occasionally, because each time she went a little longer, and she didn't want her father to get suspicious.† She was able to add some kisses to her rubbing routine, and that helped immensely.† It didn't do so much for Bob, because he was always ragingly horny after she'd rubbed all over him and kissed him like that.† Her birthday was now only three months away and she'd already gotten away with a lot. She hoped to be able to get him to do exactly what she wanted much sooner than her actual birthday, so she ramped up to that slowly.

As for the parents, it was good that they had each other, because each got way more excited than was healthy while their children used them to obtain orgasmic relief.

That assumes, of course, you believe any activity at all under those circumstances can be called healthy to begin with.

What pushed a hell of a thick stick through the spokes started with the fact that Bob and Karen got horny while they were cuddling on the couch one night, and decided to take it to the bedroom.† They told the kids they needed to talk about something in private, that they'd be back in a little bit, and that the kids could play a video game or watch TV as soon as their homework was finished.

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

The kids did keep working on homework.† It was only when Karen moaned a little too loudly that their attention was drawn away from their studies.

"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 react or do anything about it.

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

The couple was 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 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.

It was like a slap in the face. While it was difficult for him to choose whether Mandy's hand or his mother's on his cock was better, the feel of Mandy's mouth sucking him trumped both in spades.

"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.

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 jetted 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 second 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 prior to this was when she had ridden him at Claudia's house.

Tonight she wanted to see what that felt like with him on top.

Youth made it easy for him to get hard again. Then there was the thought of him being on top of her, like Bob had been on top of his mother. That 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, when 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 and 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.

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 Jack has school in the morning and I have to go to work.† 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!"

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 Amanda'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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