Friends and Their Daughters Pt. 4, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-07-29. Times viewed: 5180.
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- Intro: Sean is wallowing in it with a girlfriend now living with him and an increase in groupies. Unfortunately he will learn this is it; it's all downhill from here.
Rosemary Swan swept up the broken glass from the polished wood floor and thought that wretchedly unpredictable stepson of hers appeared bent on wrecking the serenity of her home life and posed a threat to her marriage. This was her home and not his to rule.
She sighed and quickly clearing away the remains of their take-home dinner decided to go to bed and read instead of watching television.
Rosemary has taken to sleeping nude to remind her older husband there was such a thing as a husbandly duty to his wife who had a penchant for regular sex.
Strangely, this novel she’d found very interesting no longer appealed to her. She put off the light and lay back to think of the new flush of flowers appearing in the garden but Asshole blocked all other thinking.
Sean dominated her mind and his face loomed large and then the image changed to one of him staring quietly at her breasts, leaving Rosemary to feel as if her nipples were about pop off and attach to the ceiling.
Shaking her head Rosemary felt her left nipple and it was fine and the affectionate check on its welfare gave her a cosy feeling and she rubbed it and felt the nipple rise. She thought fondly of her and her nipple being as one, and then corrected that to decide she’d meant her mind and her nipple were as one.
She squeezed that breast and little tingly jolts ran through her and her lips parted and she licked her drying lips and now her other breast felt the need for attention. Rosemary squeezed that and her belly tingled and the lips of her vulva were obviously swelling and she pushed down a hand and before she’d really thought about it she’d curled two fingers into her vagina and they wallowed like piglets playing at in mud.
Oh it felt so heavenly and her mind went off in a tangent again and she could see Sean was rolling his face between her breasts. Rosemary felt her blood surging and knew she was on the way to generating an awesome climax and then…
Blast, the automatic garage door was operating. Marc was home. Obviously he’d not stayed on for drinks. Damn he probably he thought it was fuck night. She switched on the light and hurried off to shower because she was dripping.
In the shower she giggled and patted her vulva affectionately and then gritted her teeth and ran cold water on to her nipples to get them down. It would never do to have Marc think she played with herself when he wasn’t around.
* * *
On Saturday Sean toyed with the idea of going to to the golf club for some male company if he could join a group was short of a player but being Saturday morning he didn’t like his chances and thought why not do something to further improve domestic relations.
He went over to the house and asked Rosemary is he could accompany her shopping.
Rosemary looked at him suspiciously.
“You are asking would I like you to accompany me shopping.”
“You’ve never asked to that that before this.”
“Well this is now and I confess I’m bored.”
“Your father invited you to go fishing.”
Sean shrugged and said, “Yeah but spending the day with old farts boozing and me feeling ill if the water is rough as I expect it will be, is not my idea of fun.”
“And shopping with me is fun?”
Sean smiled and reached around and pinched her ass and she looked at him defensively and said, “You’re playing me with the intention of seducing me, knowing I don’t want that to happen.”
“Fuck you,” he said angrily and began walking away.
“Sean, I’m sorry. Please stop and hear me out.”
Sean did better than that; he walked back up to her and stood, arms folded, eighteen inches from her and obviously ready to listen.
“Although we are enjoying a very much improved relationship, you still have me slightly off-balance and I think about you and lo, ghastly images come into my mind.”
“Ghastly images like what?”
Rosemary placed a hand on her belly, diverting his attention momentarily. “Well the night before last I had this vision of Joanna and Kate, nude and on their hands and knees, and that made me wonder which one of them you penetrated first. I-I shouldn’t have such thoughts. I never have them about anyone else including some of my girlfriends whom I know are regular fuck-bunnies.”
“Oh really, can you write me out a list of names and phone numbers?”
“Sorry. Well if you must know those two females led me to the bed. Kate performed fellatio and her mum sat over my face and before too long Kate was riding me and leaning forward and playing with Joanne’s tits.”
“Rosemary, yes or no, are we going shopping?”
“Yes I’ll be ten minutes getting ready.”
She took forty minutes but that was okay because Sean had expected that.
Sean drove her car and asked, “How old are you?”
“Don’t you know?”
“All dad said in the letter was I was not to think he was cradle-snatching, that I should think of your two as being really in love.”
“Oh how sweet. He didn’t show me that letter. I’m happy to tell you I turn forty in November. I guess Marc told you I was a widow?”
“Yes and that your first husband, a young solicitor and his client seeking a divorce were both shot in the back of their heads, execution style, and died instantly. The husband gave himself up and was sentenced by the Judge to long-term confinement in secure facilities for the mentally deranged.”
“That’s correct. We had been lovers at law school and met six years later and had been married only nineteen months when Jonathon was taken from me. I had lovers later and decided never to remarry but then along came your father. We met at a regional law conference and he was so sexually sophisticated and as well treated me so sweetly that I fell for him head over heels.”
“Yeah well I’ve always thought dad is rather a great guy.”
“But not in the way I did I’m sure.”
They laughed and had a good time shopping following by a great lunch at a top restaurant.
Being driven home a little drunk, Rosemary said, “You are quite a lot like your father. In all probability I shall have sex with you.”
“Careful Rosemary, you could be responsible for wrecking our home life if you go after me and remember, earlier today you said you don’t want it to happen.”
Rosemary sat quietly, probably to review her dilemma she had with her stepson.
Normal conversation resumed and they arrived home and not expecting Marc to appear for another two or three hours.
Sean carried in most of the shopping and Rosemary said, “Come into my bedroom and see my try on my new dress.”
Having consumed two pints of beer and four wines, Sean felt agreeable about that request and sat on the bed.
Rosemary removed her dress and he said, “Don’t you wear panties?”
“I didn’t today in case we went to lunch and got drunk and I made you touch me up there.”
“And what stopped you?”
“You didn’t appear drunk and I felt shy.”
“Those are jolly good reasons,” Sean laughed.
“Since I got this far I may as well go the whole way,” Rosemary said, and removed her bra and her tits fell to become floppies.
Well they were fairly large and Sean conceded well she was almost forty.
“Ah very nice. You have the figure of a woman in her early thirties,” he said, and she purred that he was very lovely.
Rosemary stretched upwards to pull on her new dress and Sean cross his legs to hide his growing erection.
“Those colours, blue and gold, really suit you,” he said as she preened herself in front of the mirror. “It looks good around the arse too.”
He stood, not caring if she saw his bulge.
“You don’t have to go,” she said, looking in the mirror at him standing behind her. We can have sex or even a just a lusty cuddle if your wish.”
“No if I ever fuck you it will be when we have no pressure on us.”
“Well I never,” she smile. “At least that’s something to look forward to.”
A couple of minutes after entering his home and turning of the jug to make coffee, Sean heard his father drive up, recognising the distinctive sound of the big Peugeot. He smiled and thought if he were to fuck his stepmother he must be very careful.
Sean had his feet up reading and holding a near-empty coffee mug when there was a knock and his father came in.
“Hi you made the right decision not to come out with us today. The lake was choppy and Murray and Beale both looked a little green. We caught nothing and so I brought a big bacon and egg pie on the way home. Rosemary said you guys had lunch at the Columbus that that you stuck with her four almost four hours as she shopped and you brought not a thing. Did you two fight?”
“No and you might have noticed we are getting along much better recently.”
“Good I’m pleased about that. I was thinking the other day there’s only 12 years age difference between you two. You have been sniffing around some of her friends, have you thought about having sex with your stepmother?”
“I haven’t and soon hope to have a regular date around my own age. You have to admit your wife is rather sexy.”
Marc smiled and said, “I appreciate you being frank we me son. If you become consumed with the desire to hit on her, then so be it; just don’t let me see it happening.”
“Thanks dad but for fuck sake don’t tell her you told me that. It may interest you to know I have met more than a dozen of her girlfriends and she says there are at least another dozen for me to meet and I’m aware some are no more than five or six years older than me. And then with some of the older ones, mostly mom’s friends, they have fuck-age daughters.”
“Yeah and that has not escaped me. Joanne told me you and Kate had sneaked some time together.”
“Joanne told you that … are you banging her?”
“Uh could I just say Joanne and I go back a long time and after the death of your mother Jo was more than motherly to me.”
“Jesus dad, I wished you hadn’t told me that.”
“It’s the rum we had out on the boat talking. I trust you to keep your mouth shut on that score and remember I didn’t mention Deidre Morgan and Deborah Chapman.”
Laughing, Sean offered to make his dad coffee but Marc said he better go over and attend to Rosemary.
“She appears to be horny, probably because she’s had a good day being out with you. I go well with a few rums in my belly and she’ll like being the beneficiary. Don’t come over till 8:00.”
“Better still give me a call dad.”
* * *
A little sexual tension between Sean and his stepmother continued for some months because, when alone, they both liked to tease and push it to the limit. She eventually got his cock out and worked it into full erection and he allowed her to suck him properly although neither revealed any desire to go further than that. And then a big change developed.
At the start of Sean’s second spring term at MacMillan, he began working with a new theatre director, Alanyna Percival, whose mother was a French portrait photographer of some note. Three weeks after their first date there was a shuffle in accommodation at the university where Sean now lived, returning home some weekends, and he and Alanyna moved into an available one-bedroom apartment.
Soon after that, Sean took Alanyna home on a Saturday morning, unannounced, and they found Marc in old gardening clothes, digging in cow manure into part of the vegetable garden and Rosemary came out wearing just an old dressing grown because she working through the process of colouring her hair.
“Mom this is my girlfriend Alanyna Percival …”
“Oh Christ you bastard, how could you bring your girlfriend here and me looking like this… you thoughtless idiot,” Rosemary screamed, and ran off slamming doors.
“Ooops I goofed,” Dean said.
“I apologise for my wife’s behaviour,” Marc said gravely.
“Guys let me handle this,” Alanyna said. “I regularly do my mother’s hair and give her a neck massage. I’ll have Mrs Swan tamed in no time.”
Surprisingly, the crisis turned out to be a wonderful way for the two women to get to know one another and within an hour they came out like good friends, Rosemary already sure that this beautiful and smoothly diplomatic half-French girl was a perfect partner for Sean. Alanyna was thirty and had only recently recovered from a failed four-year engagement.
Alanyna and Sean spent the majority of weekends in Sean’s home and Alanyna would go across to the big house early on Friday and Saturday nights to help Rosemary with dinner and also assisted with Saturday dinner parties and Sunday lunches when the Swans entertained. She was a very accomplished cook.
The young couple occasionally spent part of the weekend in London with Alanyna’s parents. Her mom was all over Sean instantly and in her delightful accent when speaking English called him, “My sexy boy.” After three visits her father got used to the idea of a guy sleeping with his daughter in his home and the guys got along much better and the interfamily relationships improved even more when Marc and Rosemary came to London for a joint family dinner hosted by the Percival’s at their favourite restaurant.
Rosemary was hugely taken with Alanyna’s mother from the first time she heard Avril, voice rich with affection, say to Sean, “Come here my sexy boy and give me a hello kiss.” At the same time, her banker husband Arthur had great trouble keeping his eyes off Rosemary and all parts of her.
Eventually it was the sex-driven Alanyna who brought Sean and his stepmother to their first sexual connection. Marc had gone to Scotland for three days to go salmon and trout fishing, hosted by a grateful client, and was due back home on Sunday.
At dinner on Saturday night, with French red wine flowing, Alanyna said, “There’s not a huge age difference between you two and Rosemary, I notice you and Sean seem very affectionate and tend to stand very close together. Have you two ever had sex?”
Rosemary beamed and didn’t sound like a trained solicitor when she said expansively, “I pulled out his cock once and rubbed it but that’s the closest we’ve ever come.”
Sean was choking on wine he’d swallowed suddenly.
They waited for him to calm and looking alarmed he said, “Should we be having this conversation?”
“Yes,” said the two women.
“Eh?” said Sean, circling his inner-left ear with a finger, a habit he had when dealing with a problem.
“This is a democratic and an adult household with no conversation barred,” Rosemary said grandly, and dabbed her lips to remove excessive saliva generated in her excitement.
“I don’t know how you feel about this Rosemary but would you like to join Sean and me in bed tonight? We have a queen-size bed.”
“Oh could I? Say something Sean.”
He looked at Alanyna and she smiled at him warmly and he decided she was stimulated by alcohol but not really drunk.
“You mean a threesome, equal as partners?”
“Yes I do but feel free to veto the proposal if you wish. I haven’t been involved in one since I was at university.”
Sean jumped up and said, “Right everyone, let’s clean up here and get over to my house to bed.”
Alanyna and Sean arrived before Rosemary and were arousing each other, nude, when Rosemary arrived in a gown that she discarded and joined them nude. She handed Sean a lubricant and condoms and said, “Sean I suggest you begin shafting me anally and Alanyna you lay under me and we can kiss and you can squeeze my swinging tits and once Sean is up and stroking well he can reach under and stimulate your pussy.”
“That sounds great Rosemary and then you and I can swap places and Sean can fuck me anally. And then anything goes. If your pussy is big enough I’d like to try fisting it; we have lubricant.”
“Oh Christ,” Sean sighed. “We’ve opened Pandora’s Box.”
If the females heard that mutter, they didn’t let on. But Alanyna said, “I know mum and dad have been involved in at least one groupie. When they get a return invitation here we can include Mr Swan in the mix and really have a great night. Um that is if Mr Swan is daring enough to become involved.”
Or stupid enough, Sean thought and then heard his stepmother say, “Oh yes he’ll be in the mix. We usually have a groupie with friends about every three of four months apart. They can be rather demanding sexually.”
Sean didn’t know what to think and began to panic because he was losing his erection.
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