1
It had been almost three months since that defining night.
At the time, Linda had thought that she would be the one to decide how her daughter’s relationship with Deryck would play out after she had agreed to him being the man to take her virginity, ‘to make an adult woman’ of her. She had clung to the belief that there was a difference between ‘love’ and ‘sex’; that a ‘loving relationship’ could be pursued, and those threads were to be woven tight. Yet all of that sounded so out of date, an ancient belief system, but it was one that she lived by and had prevailed in her life with Deryck, and that Becky had accepted as the way to go.
It had always been so until Deryck had pegged her, Becky having lived the innocent’s life as a student. It was a mindset that few could lay a claim to these days, but Becky had been only too particular in her tastes, and no one met her exacting standards…except her stepfather. She had wanted Deryck to be the one for that step in her life and had then gone on to explain her reasoning. Deryck had made her mother happy beyond telling; he was loyal to her and had given them both an enviable lifestyle and home, that not even the worst of Florida weather, and storms, could wreck. They would make sure to pick themselves up and carry on, whatever came their way.
Despite all the promises, and loving since that night, the events at the time had slowly, and inexorably, changed them all. Becky’s demands, and on Deryck in particular, became fewer and when Becky declared, one night over supper, that she was seeing a young guy who had already graduated, and was making his way into work close to the technology that Deryck’s businesses pursued, they both realised that perhaps some real good had come from what had happened. She had waited for whom she described as a ‘special guy.’
And sure enough, both she and Deryck took to Connor Patterson, a slender-faced young man with a ‘jock’s’ reputation and build, whose brooding eyes she had been disconcerted to realise were often to be met looking her way, after weeks had passed, and when an easy familiarity had developed and came with people you knew and saw often. Connor seemed not to ‘mind’ the bond that Becky had with Deryck, her girl the demonstrative sort when in the company of those she cared for and knew her. Connor’s presence did nothing to ease that devotion, he might think of it as over-familiarity, away.
But, in her case, she sure felt that Connor was a distraction, even a surrogate, for what Becky had found with Deryck, infrequent as their trysts had been and she was crazy to consent to them. There had even been one degenerate night when the three of them had shared the heat, Deryck lying on his back with Becky riding him and she being eaten out by that probing, swirling tongue of his that she knew he had not fully deployed on her daughter.
It was all so destructive of the settled feelings that she had lived by with Deryck and, now, it nagged at her conscience, for having agreed to Deryck being Becky’s first true lover. That Deryck was Becky’s stepfather did nothing to ease away her concern about how they had gone beyond anything she had feared to be possible. Whatever happened between them, her bond with Deryck was unshakable, their loving after he had been with Becky raging and tempestuous.
“I should be glad that you still come back to me,” she would tell him.
“Because with you it’s real,” he would always answer in that matter-of-fact voice he used when Deryck thought he was stating the obvious.
The dynamics of the relationship sure had changed, and she knew, on seeing Deryck talking to Connor as the barbecue was being cleaned and everything tidied away, that the pattern of their lives, shared and separate, had to change and that she had to be at the centre of Deryck’s life once more….whatever it took.
♥
“Thanks for your help, bud, and earlier too,” Deryck smiled as he closed the metal cabinet doors after all the barbecue things had been stored away. ‘It helps to have such great weather. We had time to eat outside on the terrace and talk…not rush around dodging the rain showers.”
He studied the young guy who strode almost jauntily beside him, his undoubted athleticism something that Becky would surely love about Connor. During the morning, he had noticed it in the easy ways Connor had jumped off the cruiser, and onto the jetty, as a mooring rope was thrown to him and he’d soon tied them up, Connor scuttling between the two bollards and then looking on as he had cut the engines. Connor had sure charmed Becky and his Linda, both seen to grip the hand that he held out to them and making them feel confident to do, as he had done, and stand on the gunwale and then skip ashore laughing nervily.
What he had also noticed, that brought him up short, was the lingering look he’d given Linda. It was a look that seemed not to register with her, but he’d known what had provoked the young man into giving her the eye. It was Linda’s shapely figure that filled the sundress she had chosen to wear, her vitality to be seen in a jaunty colourful necklace and her blonde flyaway hair caught by the sea breeze. He liked the glorious look of her, and Connor must have thought it too, that she looked like a young beach ‘hotty’ even if she was forty-five or so. It seemed to have escaped Becky’s notice, for nothing was said to Connor about that look, but he would have to find the moment, and the right words, to tell her what he had seen Connor do. He didn’t want the young guy fooling with Becky’s feelings or trust in him, and he sure didn’t want Linda being taken in by his ways.
“You two through with those chores?” Linda asked him, lightly, as she and Becky held trays with drinks, the breeze whipping their hair around the women’s faces. “You’ve earned these, fruit juice spiked with a small shot of tequila. We can all swim and laze it off by the pool.”
The timing was bad, really bad.
Deryck felt his phone trill in the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt and cursed. “Goddamn it! I know what that means, today of all days”
“People need you,’ Becky blurted out, moving to stand by Connor but looking Deryck’s way.
“A security alarm’s going off, but fortunately in a facility uptown. I shouldn’t be too long…’ He gave them all an apologetic shrug and dismissed the idea of asking Connor to keep him company. Becky wouldn’t be too pleased if he accepted, and he remained unaware of what their plans were. “Well, I’d best get goin’. I’ll see you all later.”
‘We’ll be here for a while…I have some coursework to finish,’ Becky chose to now tell them all. ‘You’ll stay until I’m through, won’t you?’
Her soft smile on Connor, as she asked him, was met with a curt reply, Connor slumping down in one of the rattan chairs set around the lunch table. He drank the simple cocktail either she or Linda had produced, swirled the contents of the glass and looked approvingly at the two women.
“This sure is good. I’ll go sit by the pool, finish it off and then cool off there, if I can.”
Linda clutched at his arm as Deryck made to leave them, saw him look over her shoulder and turned to see Becky and Connor talking animatedly. “I do wonder how those two are getting on.”
“I’m with you in that.” He touched her cheek as she looked back at him. “I’m sorry, but I have to get goin’. I sure don’t want to go when you’re looking so darn good and,” he paused for an instant, “seeing that Connor’s here.”
“You’re talking to me, remember?” she retorted, a sharper edge creeping into her voice, and flicking at her hair. So he’s noticed, she thought, even if she’d done nothing to bring the young man on. Becky having to do her work was something new to her, but then her daughter had lost her head over the young man she saw looking at them as they spoke. “I’ll be here, so just call me to say you’re on your way back.”
“I’ll try and remember,” he smiled, pressing his lips to her mouth before he stepped away.
His thoughts were already turning to what he would find at the facility. He spurned the idea of going on his motorbike, a fun machine that he often persuaded Linda to ride on, and decided on the family’s car, more of a runabout that was easy on the petrol; ran smoothly and was quiet.
He sure hoped that he wouldn’t be away for too long.
2
“It’s too hot to go on lying on that lounger, Linda…even if you’re oiled up as you are! Join me in the pool!”
How he wanted to be with her in any way he could while Becky was indoors, in her room, doing her work. Linda’s deeply tanned skin glistened, and her unruly mane of blonde hair was such a ragingly attractive counterpoint. He’d struggled to keep from looking at her, how that white lycra swimming costume was sharply cut to reveal her hips, the creases in her skin as she moved to get comfortable, the cut at her pussy making the space between her legs look so wide, or wider than he’d seen on Becky, just a young girl compared to her Mom. He had catalogued every curve, the strength in her thighs and her curvy body that defied the years. Deryck sure was a lucky man to have her by his side.
“If you say so, Connor,” she smiled, lifting her sunglasses and gazing at him as he leant on the poolside slabs with crossed arms.
Linda wondered, not for the first time, just who her girl had taken up with, a guy with those hungering eyes that seemed to be on her all of the time, so it had begun to feel. His grey-mottled beach shorts, sky-blue shirt with anchor motifs, and deck shoes lay under a sun-lounger close to hers. The young man had looked only too appealing dressed in the ways that he was, and she’d been unable to dismiss the feeling that, even if it was to be only once, she needed some different attention from Deryck’s accomplished ways.
“Come on, Linda, please?” Connor persisted, unbothered if he was being over-familiar, before flopping back into the water. He swam a few strokes so she’d take to wondering where he would surface. “I’m still here!”
“I’m sure glad that you are,” she ventured, laughing in dismay at the change in him since Deryck had left them.
That’s a start he took to thinking as he saw that Amazon of a woman, his girl’s mother, move and reach across her body to put down the book that she’d been trying to read and knowing he was only too close. The synthetic fabric of a white one-piece swimming costume, she’d somehow managed to clothe her body with, was like a second skin. What she brought to the eye was only now to be seen. Thrown onto a sun-lounger, close by, was the colourful kaftan she’d been seen wearing all morning, the low neckline revealing a beach babe’s necklace of colourful baubles, all of it a tease to his ways of seeing it; a distraction that even Becky’s shapely figure, her touches, and occasional kisses did nothing to distract him from.
That Linda simply radiated sexiness in how she walked and spoke, how wonderful to see her fleshy but firm thighs, how the cut of that swimsuit shaped everything of the woman. The sight of Becky’s Mom had sure put him on the back foot, had set his heart racing and aroused an only too familiar ache in his belly and prick. His mind was filled with images of them together and lustful thoughts of taking her, out here while he had the chance.
‘You sure look hot,’ he laughed only too knowingly and chose to come onto her. Becky was otherwise engaged, Deryck was out, and they were all but alone now.
‘I’ll take that how I think you mean it,’ she answered calmly, lifting her sunglasses away and gazing at him. Her Deryck was so often the attention of her girl, so why not have a taste of an only too horny and arrogantly confident young guy in whichever way that turned out?
“Do that, but don’t think for too long!” he laughed and dipped under the water once more, the surface choppy as he wriggled, and did something out of her sight. “Surprise for you!”
He had pushed off the pool bottom and startled her with the suddenness of his actions, before flinging his sodden swimming briefs onto the poolside slabs not so far from where she still sat. Unashamed, he sculled over the water’s surface, his naked body seen and his erect penis pointing skywards. Linda gasped. Had he no shame to reveal himself in this way, or did Connor want her to see just what he had kept packed in his shorts, then in his swimming briefs? It had all been too much to resist, but looking was all that she had done.
“What sort of family do you think we are?” she couldn’t keep from crying out, turning on the lounger to see if Becky was at her window and looking on. There seemed to be no sign of her.
“I have wondered after seeing how Becky is with Deryck. You must know it too?”
“Don’t even go there!”
“Then be here with me, share a different afternoon with me?” he provoked, his lean face creased in smiles and his look upon her unwavering.
“Let me guess where this is going?’ she grinned, her magazine falling to the ground before she moved the shoulder straps of her swimming costume and freed her breasts, smoothed her hands over them as they bounced with every swaying step that she now took to the edge of the pool. “Come here…get closer to me. It’s what you want.”
Connor heard the urgency in her voice and closed the gap between them, He put his hands on the slabs and effortlessly lifted himself out of the water, flopping back on the warm slabs and unashamedly lying there, gripping and stroking his erect penis in a flagrant provocation to her.
“You’ve got to do something about this, for me, Linda,” he groaned, “you have to.” He felt her breasts sweep over his belly, then one hand encircle his penis as she began to work it, moved her hand up and down, holding his gaze upon her as she jerked him off. “Is doing this enough for you?”
“It isn’t for you,” she murmured, leaning over him and caressing his chest with her breasts before she kissed him, feeling the snorts of his breaths as she kept working him. “Let me know how this feels, won’t you?”
She had teased him. Now, her mouth opened wide and she took him, lowered her head and wrapped that arcing length of flesh with her lips, slicked the tip with her swirling tongue as she took more of him, as much as she dared out in the sun and unsure whether Becky would get curious and see what was going on, down by the pool.
“That…that feels so darned good!” he groaned, his hands in her hair keeping her to him.
“Better than Becky?” she prompted, cruel as it was to do so. Her girl was no doubt learning, but how much had she done with and for Connor?
“It’s best not to ask, so…so go on!” he gasped as he awkwardly reached for her breasts and she lifted away, enough, to feel the tingling rush of pleasure as another’s hands claimed them, strong fingers tugging on her nipples. “Let me suck them, please!”
“In a moment or two…or three,” she teased, knowing only too well how Deryck loved to have her mouth on him. “Just how far can we go before Deryck returns home?”
“I’m not thinking about that!” he gasped as Linda’s lips sucked the very tip of his penis, flickering her agile tongue over it before she took him deep. “Jeez, oh Jeez!”
“He won’t help you…but I will, Connor. Lie back for me, go on.”
She would brazen it all out, try and erase the sight of her man, Deryck, loving Becky and she was too inexperienced to do it all for him, but that had been the buzz for Deryck; helping Becky find her ways of it with a boyfriend or lover as her Deryck was becoming, and she complicit in it all.
Connor, on the other hand…
3
The call from the facility came when he was but a few blocks away. It had been an electrical fault that had tripped the alarms. He still called in and, satisfied with what he had been told about solving the problem, soon found his way back home, the place as he’d left it but with a stillness that had him wondering where everyone was.
He ran up the staircase, his bare feet making not a sound on the terrazzo steps, deciding on checking Becky first, persuading her to come down and to the pool, if her work was done.
“Darlin’? So you’re still up here,” he smiled, a quick look at her desk showing that her work was over. Something had grabbed her attention outside the window, the thin gauze drapes that kept out the glare of the sun opened enough for them to look out and onto the pool not so far below their vantage point.
She didn’t move.
Instead, she only became aware of his presence when he put an arm about her waist and understood why she had been engrossed in what was seen playing out in the pool, her mother’s infidelity and how she was being claimed by Connor. Becky’s small hand gripped his fiercely and pressed it against her tummy for an instant.
“I’ve been here a while, just watching them,” she confessed, soon enough, her voice taut and on the point of her giving way to tears of anguish on account of feeling betrayed. Yet she feared what his reaction would be, gripped Deryck’s arms as he stood behind her, his hands resting on the window sill and the two of them watching the scene below play itself out, although when that would be was not easy to tell.
Connor and Linda were to be seen standing on the sloping floor of the pool, still some way from the steps, but Connor soon disappeared from view under the water. They saw Linda move from side to side, the reason for that soon clear as Connor surfaced, a spluttering laugh soon to be heard through Becky’s partially open window.
“He pulled her in…wanted to do it in the water…I guess,” Becky said needlessly, and on gasps of dismay at what they were seeing, as the white swimsuit, small and sodden, was thrown with a slap onto the slabs by the steps. “She’s already mouthed him…”
Deryck sighed and Becky turned to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes and her voice faltering.
“I had to tell you and I guess Mom is getting what you gave to me. She wants to get even.”
“I sure don’t know if that’s so, she’s never said she resented what I did for you,” he sighed as his embrace on Becky tightened. “Come away from there, darlin’, we don’t need the show.”
He spoke in a low, angry growl, yet he felt strangely turned on by seeing his beautiful, busty, wife about to be taken by a young stud, her ways of going down on him only too familiar.
“I do need to see it,’ Becky answered in a trembling voice, ‘I misread Connor. I did so bad when I was with him, but I felt nothing like how it was with you.” She’d spoken in a small voice, turned away from him and watched intensely as Linda and Connor frolicked, naked in each other’s arms. They could now be seen kissing lustfully, their mouths open and heads turning to meet new claims, lots of tonguing being shared as they danced in the water in meeting these claims on each other. “Oh Daddy, Deryck!”
“Come away from there,” he urged again, taken by the use of a word that Becky hadn’t spoken out in a very long time. He sure wasn’t her father, and yet he felt somewhat ashamed of how he had enjoyed all that they had done together and with Linda’s tacit agreement some time ago. Now he wanted her again, to take his mind off what was going on down by the pool. She didn’t resist as he put his arms around her and brushed his fingers lightly over her belly before pressing them, slow and suggestively, onto her cleft, her hand keeping him there. ‘You know what’s goin’ to happen between them, and…and we can do the same if…if you want to and need that from me?”
She shivered as he continued in his touches, raised one arm and clung to him awkwardly as he pressed his lips to her throat and felt his slow breaths on her skin, each in time with his fingering of her.
“I do need that, so please…please…do it for me now!” Becky cried out as she rushed away, tugging loose the thin strand at her neck that fastened her floaty summer dress, the fabric patterned with flowers. He had seen his Linda wear it too, but the young woman’s figure filled it just as well. He saw the indolent droop of her breasts as the flimsy garment fell to the floor, then the sheer cut of her panties as Becky began to undress, her eyes fixed on him. ‘You’re so strong…so hard! Did what you saw out there turn you on?”
‘No!” he replied, but his voice was unconvincing. Deryck tore away his clothes before he closed the space between them, the groping of hands and sharing of wild kisses shared once more.
“What is it then?”
He brushed his fingers over her throat and slid them behind her neck as he drew Becky into a fevered embrace and crushed her body to him. She shivered on being in full contact with him, the press of his strong naked body against her as Deryck kissed her into silence, felt her hand on his penis as they fell back on the bed, Becky parting her legs and surrendering to his kisses, his fingers and tongue; each part of her body claimed and made love to. She found it impossible to move, to find more space on her creaking bed as they sought distraction from what they had seen play out in the pool. Their kisses deepened and Becky squirmed as his hands closed over her breasts and he moved to claim them in his mouth.
“I’ll help you through, again, darlin’, I promise.”
“I know…I know you will!”
His hands slid over her warm skin and offered caresses to her back as he reached down to prick his fingers into the base of her spine, caressing between her butt cheeks and over the tight puckered skin of her forbidden place.
“I know you don’t want me doing that.”
“I forgive you, now love me!” Becky shivered and pushed up from the bed to meet his touches, moaning as he gripped her butt cheeks and pulled her up to meet the caress of his penis over her belly, then felt it slide over her pussy’s lips, the fingers of one hand parting them for him. “You showed me how it should be, Deryck… my lover!”
“I know, and that’s what makes being with you so special.”
He would get lost again in her and he would make love to a young woman. He would teach her more ways that had been perfected with Linda over the years and make them feel like one. What they had seen being played out was simply a lustful fuck with no emotional connection. Perhaps, seeing how it had become between him and Becky had made his woman stray.
“Love me as only you can!” Becky cried out only once, her calls silenced by the press of his fingers to her lips.
“I will, how I will, and I do.”
Becky already knew, only too well, how it could go with him. Deryck pushed up her legs, cradled them in the crooks of his arms and his deep loving of her began, each wanting to blot out what they had seen being played out beyond the slow drift of the bedroom curtains.
There would be time enough to talk it all through again, and to settle what had arisen between the three of them, Connor an intruder upon it all.
“Make me yours, again!” Becky gasped, gripping his hips with her legs and clutching his neck as he plumbed her in a ferocious rhythm that had them writhing on the bed. Consummation of their raging lust was everything to them now.
“You are darlin’…oh…how you are.”
To breathe in the perfume on her skin and to feel his penis being gripped in her warm heat, to hear her breathy words of encouragement drove him on to claim her. Their times together were like the insect caught behind the glass in pursuit of its freedom, never seeming to end.
4
Linda wondered whether they had time, the risk of being discovered or observed too great, but Becky’s young guy was too much to pass by, given the mood she was now in. Adventure lent some zest to an otherwise ordered life.
“Finish what you’ve started, Connor! Go on!”
He had his hands on her bare ass cheeks and she liked to feel him knead them, caress the hollows at her hips as she pressed against his dick, and they ground their bodies against each other and simulated the act. She wanted him in her, to have him penetrate and find her slicked heat. Right now, as they moved, kissed and fondled, it was foreplay that she could not get enough of with a new lover. His hands slipped so easily over her oiled skin, the sunblock sparing her the worry of him marking her.
“Here, you want it here…in the water?” he laughed in expectation.
“To begin with and if there’s time, for so much more.”
She squirmed to reach between their bodies, moved enough to be able to take him and she settled, rose and fell until she knew his young meat was fully in her. He had enough, not as much as her Deryck. Like her girl, she’d have a taste of someone else in her body although, for Becky, her Deryck was someone special.
So how could she be doing this and betraying her girl’s trust? She knew Connor was feckless, and what was to happen only proved it. But what did that say about her?
“Go on!’ she urged, lifting her face to the sky and feeling the bliss that a penis always brought to her, the joining of two bodies but, in this case, not minds. Connor was nothing to her, but she clasped his neck, her legs relaxed around his waist as Connor moved his hips back and forth, undulated in his movements as he pegged her. What had begun as a slow dance became a vigorous tamping of her body, her breaths hitching in her throat as this young stud, horny Connor, found her. It wasn’t to be slow, as with her Deryck, but a race to completion. She’d be rushed to an orgasm and didn’t care so much for Connor to have him stay in her for longer than necessary.
“Jeez, Linda…Jeez! You’ll break me!” Connor gasped as her movements jerked and slipped, claiming him with a feverish intensity that had him wondering if they would lose their balance.
“Not before you go and find me!”
She pressed her mouth against his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming out loud as her body shuddered and shook from a powerful and surprisingly prolonged orgasm.
While Linda was still reeling from her first climax, Connor carried her towards the shallow end of the pool and sat her down on the edge of the deck. He let his cock slip from her snug hole and kissed his way down from her cherry-red lips to her big round breasts and from there to her inflamed pussy. Linda willingly spread her legs for him, and he dove between them.
“Now this.”
“Not for long, we’ve had our time!”
But she loved being eaten out. To feel a man’s lips and tongue on and in her pussy. She squirmed as Connor took her with gusto and surprising technique. She pushed on the slabs to make more room and grabbed his prick, guiding it back into her receptive, slicked, and open heat.
“Fuck me good and hard…and be quick!” she demanded, moaning as he pushed in and a slow rhythm began that her movements underneath him, the scratch of her nails to his butt cheeks and then the press of her fingers to his butt hole, made impossible to sustain. “That sure is it, honey. Fuck me, bring it deep in me! I want that cock of yours in me…make it good!”
They were overwhelmed by waves of shared pleasure and almost climaxed together as Connor vigorously pumped his meat into her and she clung to his body, slid her thighs up and down his bucking hips and, she had to admit, loved to feel the hard pool slabs underneath her. He kept thrusting, and she kept on bucking and tugging until she’d milked him of all his wasted seed.
“I’ll need a few days of rest after this!” he gasped with a disbelieving laugh as he finally rolled off her, reaching down to hold his prick as if to determine its condition.
“There’s always a first and only time,” she kissed, mechanically, easing away from him and leaning over to grab her crumpled swimming costume. ‘Get your swimming pants, Connor, the day’s over for us.”
“Go on! You’re kidding me!”
He gazed up at her as Linda seemed to slide into her swimming suit once more, adjusting the straps and lifting the bodice to shape those wonderful tits once more. The woman had been a dream made real.
“The only person I’m kidding is myself! Now get dressed and be quick about it, Connor, honey,” she said in an icy voice lacking any affection. She’d had her time with him, and had lost her way in a moment of pique. “We’re through with this.”
♥
Linda took a few steps into the water and swam away, did not look back at him, but she had seen Connor put on his swimming briefs. She didn’t want him to be with her, in the water, as she checked that her body was again covered by the clinging swimming costume that she had impetuously chosen to wear earlier in the day. Her motive had been to feel someone else’s hungering eyes upon her.
A reckless result had been achieved but at what cost, she now took to wondering as she began to swim until she clung to the poolside edge far away from Connor, so it felt. She had to do that and knew, with visceral certainty, that explanations would soon be needed and if some could be found. She and Deryck had stumbled into another world with Becky, and now here she was feeling the afterglow of impetuous sex with a young guy that she could not imagine remaining in any of their lives; not now.
She turned her head, sharply, and a groan escaped over her parted lips.
The thin drapes at a first-floor window, that filtered the harsh sunlight, had been seen to twitch and sway until they came to rest.
♥
