Friends and Their Daughters Pt. 2, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-27. Times viewed: 6525.
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- Intro: The first of Sean's stepmother's friends get to experience his dick.
Rosemary Swan, barely able to conceal a smirk, introduced her stepson to his parent’s close friend Raymond Steele. The two guys smiled and shook hands and almost as if as an after-thought, Rosemary said, “Oh Sean this is Raymond’s adorable wife and my closest friend Elizabeth although she may invite you to call her Liz.”
Sean attempted to briefly bend his vision to examine what lay beneath Elizabeth’s bodice and then said politely, “Hi Mrs Steele” but then slyly added, “Are you sure you are not Raymond’s daughter?”
“Omigod,” Liz said, and pulled out her iPhone and scrolled through images to have Rosemary wondering where on earth Liz could have downloaded a nude photo of Sean.
“Oh yes,” cried Liz in a tone that might usually be reserved to identify with rising sexual passion, “You are he.”
Time stood still as everyone, especially Raymond, attempted to comprehend why Sean had been elevated to He.
Was He referring to the Phantom or also from bygone days a highwayman or perhaps Liz was thinking the Stalker who searched desperately to try to find an adult maiden to follow on moonless nights. Or more likely she was confusing Sean with one of her forgotten lovers.
“He?” Rosemary inquired eager for enlightenment and to get conversation resumed.
“Yes your stepson is our new senior lecturer in drama and theatre. As a counsellor for academic personnel at MacMillan University, I save details of new recruits on my cell phone until I recognize them freely and have committed pertinent details to my memory.”
Rosemary was disappointed that the image of Sean on Liz’s phone she flashed to her was not of Sean in the nude and noted the two disinterested older men were already walking to the bar in deep conversation. Mindful of her duty as a good stepmom she said, “Sean why don’t you take Liz over and show her the miracle that you’ve had performed on the old garden shed?”
“Miracle?” Liz said, sounding interested.
“Aw do I have to?” the idiot said, sounding like a rebellious teen and Rosemary snarled, “Go.”
Rosemary smiled as she heard Liz say to Sean when thinking she was out of earshot, “Aren’t you and Rosemary clicking yet? I suppose it will take you time to accept her as your replacement mother.”
“She looks to have lovely tits.”
“God,” Liz laughed. “You can’t categorize women by their um by their bust.”
Rosemary couldn’t catch Sean’s response but she guessed what it may have been when she heard Liz say in an excited high pitch, “God Sean you shouldn’t be asking me that.”
“Oh a new door, what beautiful wood,” Liz said, as Sean pushed it open for her.
Inside she gaped at the excellence of the fit-out and standing beside Sean, she pulled his arm around her waist as he continued his descriptive monologue. When sure that Sean was leaving his arm in place she pulled that hand up over her left boob and she shuddered in excitement when he squeezed.
As they almost reached the bedroom, Sean spun Liz around. She lifted her head and was kissed deeply and when he thrust his right leg between her leg and she clamped on it and gave a couple of short jerks against him with her belly to transmit her interest.
He looked down at her and said, “Show me your tits sweetheart.”
Liz pulled away slightly and pulled down the front of her dress and her bra.
“They’re gorgeous. When can I get at them?”
“We’ll have to get back to the others. Slip me your phone number before I go. I’ll arrange something.”
“Are you into anal?”
“Omigod,” she squeaked. “Let me have a quick look at these other rooms and we must go.”
As they reached the back porch Liz whispered, “I favour rear entry and if in the mood permit usage of my rectum.”
“You’re a cool chick Liz.”
“Well I suppose I’m not old enough to be your mother and flattery will get your everywhere.”
At that Sean knew he really liked Liz but he must not make that obvious to anyone but her.
Clearing away after lunch, Sean almost dropped a stack of china plates when Liz, following him into the kitchen with the empty coffee pot dug her fingers into his butt and squeezed.
“Oh sorry, wrong husband,” she laughed and headed to the other side of the kitchen.
Sean was thinking of asking her to dig a finger into her pussy and let him sniff it when Raymond sauntered in with two empty salad bowls and a water jug. Sean was hugely relieved he was 10ft away from Liz and not squeezing a tit and sniffing a finger.
As Raymond positioned to place the items he was carrying on to the bench top, Liz winked saucily at Sean and he thought that was pretty cool.
Late night when Sean was watching TV news with his mother (reference to stepmother was no longer used), and Marc had already gone to bed, she asked, “How did it go with Liz?”
She snorted and asked could he be a little more explicit.
“Yes she wants me to fuck her.”
Rosemary looked a little taken aback and rallied and said, “I suppose I asked for that.”
“Sorry if that was a little too frank for you.”
“No it’s fine although I’m really only used to having hard-knuckle clients use gutter talk. I’ve been thinking about your request for me to flash for you.”
“It’s childish but I’ve decided to do it on the condition that you flash for me with a full erection.”
“Christ you men always manage to screw up a deal,” she snorted, and walked off to bed without saying goodnight.
Sean grinned, thinking his mum would be thrashing her pussy with her fingers within a few minutes.
* * *
Liz knocked on Sean’s door the next Friday night when his parents were entertaining old friends and her husband Raymond had taken his married sister and her daughter to the ballet. Liz didn’t care for ballet, opera or jazz.
“Hi,” he said, kissing her and inviting her in. How’s your pussy?”
“Why don’t you feel and find out.”
He drew her into a kissing clinch. Her mouth opened and his hand dug in under her skirt and under the leg of her panties.
“Oooh,” she purred and she placed her hand over his boner and squeezed.
They had a quickie and Liz returned to the small dinner party.
Sean and Liz met for sex another five times during the next couple of weeks and then Liz said she’d like to end it.
“This is high risk for me and anyway I begin back at university on Monday as we have to prepare for the return of students and academic staff. On campus there are a couple of guys I can go to if I need relief.”
“No you fool, I mean whoever is available. Can we part cordially?”
“And you act sexy and sneakily to me at times to remind me I’m a woman and can still attract a younger guy?”
“My pleasure. You’re a great screw and I found you surprisingly tight.”
“Thanks and you pass muster too.”
Two nights later Sean walked into Rosemary’s study as asked why she wasn’t watching TV as was her custom.
“Yes I should but my time is better spent grappling with this problem.”
“What grappling with you bra fasteners?”
As to be expected, that was ignored.
Rosemary said she had a young solicitor who was not pulling her weight.
“She’s lazy and not accurate enough to be working in property conveyancing. My problem is I’m reluctant to sack her for being incompetent because she’s the daughter of our practice manager. I’ve asked around but no other department wants her. I’m afraid my only alternative is to pass the problem on to the partners and in their minds that could indicate I’m incompetent.”
“That’s not your only alternative.”
“Darling I know you are keen to see me naked but I also know my own legal department and you don’t. So what’s your hair-brain scheme?”
“You modify her duties and rack up her workload so that she buckles and resigns although she could take a case against you to the partners. That makes my preferred option the more likely one. Promote her, load her with training and work she can’t cope with and allow her to drown in her own incompetency.”
“Yes and I’ll be criticised by the partners for allowing that to happen.”
“But by then you will have plenty of evidence pointing to her incompetency because you will have been looking for it eagle eyed.”
“Hmmm, you might be more than a pretty face. The firm and clients won’t suffer because I’ll be checking everything Marcia does because she only graduated from law school five months ago. What I should do is rack up her workload but not to an unreasonable level and carefully log everything she does wrong until she cracks and then take the log and leave it with the partner responsible for internal standards and performance.”
“I see but shouldn’t you have been doing that in the first instance instead of easing her workload in the hope she’d exercise more care and therefore make fewer errors? You brought this on yourself in saying you lowered your normal minimum standards because the young woman is the daughter of your practice manager.”
“Yes indeed Sean and thanks for grinding my face in the mess I’ve made of this. However the one bright spot is your suggestion to promote any incompetent person and push them till they crack. That would be a useful method of disposing of a senior solicitor who is dragging the chain and won’t listen to advice to seek a transfer or find another job with another employer. That’s a brilliant strategy you heartless bastard,” she chuckled. “Go make me coffee darling, I’m off to watch TV.”
* * *
Sean was invited with Marc and Rosemary to dinner with old friends of his father’s and then to Sunday lunch with friends of his mother’s. None of the mothers or daughters took more than a passing interest in Sean.
During lunchtime one day he’d taken one of Rosemary’s watches to be repaired and was dawdling homewards, more or less window-shopping, when his phone went.
“Hi you bored looking young man.”
“Oh high Liz, can you see me?”
“Yes I have just sat down across the road for lunch from where you are standing. Come across and join us. I’m lunching with one of my friends Joanna Brooke.”
He said reluctantly, “Well okay.”
“Right I’m on my way.
He entered the very full restaurant and spotted Liz by the window waving and joined them.
“Sean this is Joanna Brooke. She and her husband are clients of your father as well as near neighbours and Joanna knows your stepmother. We are pleased to have male company.”
“With the promise that the conversation will not stoop to discuss the performance of sanitary pads?”
As soon as Sean saw their reactions he knew he’d goofed.
“Um that went down like a lead balloon. I apologise.”
He struggled for the right words in expanding his apology and Joanna cracked first and began laughing and said, “You look priceless Sean attempting to dig a less contaminated hole for yourself.”
Liz began laughing and admonished lightly, “There are one or two no-noes in attempting to be humorous with women Sean and women’s periods and women passing wind are two of those big negatives.”
“Then I’m welcomed to stay?”
“Of course you are, you’re our darling,” Liz enthused and he looked at Joanna and she nodded and smiled and touched her necklace in a move probably designed to persuade Sean to look at her boobs.
He spared them just a glance because he’d earlier assessed them and had determined they looked well-shaped by her bra.
As soon as she’d eaten Liz said she had to go and would take care of the bill. Joanna and Sean thanked her and kissed her goodbye.
“Liz is attempting to have me take advantage of you isn’t she?”
Joanna rested a hand on her left tit and her forefinger flicked up and down on the nipple area. Sean’s gaze had followed the hand and remained fixed it and he saw the nipple gradually press outwards.
“What makes you think that,” she said softly.
“If you want to fuck, I’ll fuck you.”
“Let’s go,” she said excitedly, standing up. “I have to check our cattle near the back boundary and you can walk home from the hay shed.”
“What will we do in the hay barn?”
She gave him an old fashion look.
At the barn after the preliminary kissing and stroking and a big of rubbing, Joanna proved to be a bit old fashion as well. She wouldn’t remove her bra although she did pull it down to allow Sean to get at her tits and she would only lift up her skirt and pull aside the crotch of her panties.
“Have you got a condom?” he asked politely.
“No have you?”
He said no and they looked at one another until she said, “Are you clean” and he said he believed so.
“Then ride me bareback,” she said and lay on her back, legs spread wide.
Aw gee, thought Dean who really didn’t like missionary position.
She guided it in and they got underway and after five minutes she was puffing and he lifted her legs on to his shoulders.
“Jesus what are you doing,” she yelled. “You’re going in so far you’ll come out of my backside.”
“Never fear,” he soothed. “This is approved by the church.”
“Ah the New Age Baptist,” he said inventively.
“Oh that’s all right then,” she said, panting and now sweating.
Eventually she called, “I’m about to climax.”
“Me too, do I squirt away from you or on to your tits?”
“Squirt it right up me. I haven’t allowed that in years. You are so damn good you need a treat.”
“When she began moaning and thrashing about, Dean closed his eyes, threw back his head, and allowed him the luxury, being with a cooperative woman who wanted to be thoroughly fucked and jerked blasts of semen into her depths.
The experience was wonderful.
As they left the hay shed, Joanna said, “I liked the way you treated me, being gentle, cooperative and undemanding. Can you be here at 4:30 tomorrow?”
“Yes sure Joanna,” he said politely.
“I’ll send my daughter Kate over. She’s eighteen and had one try at sex but it was short and a disaster and while she’s no longer a virgin that bad experience put her off sex. Having sex with you could put her on the right track.”
Sean’s common sense was telling him to say no but he heard himself saying okay.
Shyte, he didn’t want to fuck teenagers who had no idea of what they were doing.
He walked the 300 yards home across fields grumbling to himself and thought well at least Joanna hadn’t been too bad and he like the way she bucked in such delight indicated she’d never had her tits chewed before while being rapidly finger-fucked. She’d gotten off twice in three minutes.
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