Chapter 70

“No one slept over, huh?” Melissa asked me as she poured herself a cup of coffee, then came to sit down with me at the kitchen table. “I figured that would be a regular thing now, coming over to find one of them prancing around half naked.”

“Looking forward to it?” I asked with a little smirk.

“Maybe a little,” she laughed, then took her first sip of her drink. “Seriously, though. I was a little surprised when Rhia came home last night.”

“I’m not a machine, Mel,” I said. “She made her point yesterday afternoon, and then we played a long session. Then the girls decided to put on a show for me out in the hot tub.”

Mel snorted, shaking her head. “Oh, to be young again,” she mused.

“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “They’re amazing, but you, Val and Rachel could probably put on an even more impressive show.”

“Why thank you,” my friend grinned like a pleased cat, then took another sip of coffee. Then she set her mug down and sighed. “So you fucked my daughter.”

I’d known it was coming, but it still made my spit catch in my throat for a moment, and I had to clear it with a grumble, which just made Mel smirk again.

“Any change of heart?” I asked her, avoiding a direct answer.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I mean, it’s still a little weird, right? Is it weird for you?”

“A little,” I shrugged. “But ... she’s a different person now, I guess. There’s a big separation in my mind of little Rhiannon running around in the backyard, leading the other kids around during a BBQ, and Rhia now. Maybe it helps that she was so busy for the last year or two, and I didn’t see her much.”

“That makes sense,” Mel said. “We had to have a whole ‘I’m an Adult now’ conversation when she started college, and we changed the house rules. That and then all of this has really made her feel like a different person for me. Still my kid, but not my little girl anymore.”

We both took a long sip of our coffee, letting the silence linger.

“Did she hold up to the family reputation?” Mel asked after a minute, smirking at me over the rim of her mug.

That made me snort and shake my head. “I had to pump the brakes on unprepared anal, so I’d say so.”

“Oi vey,” Mel laughed. “OK, I’ll put together a kit if she’s interested in you plundering that skinny little ass of hers.” Then she snorted, smirking and shaking her head. “Now that’s kinda weird. Taking the anal virginity of a mother and daughter, twenty years apart?”

“Mel,” I said. “You’re not helping with the weirdness.”

That made her laugh again, her eyes alight with her teasing nature, and she hummed a soft tone as her laughter died off.

Then she stood up, and I figured she was going to go get more coffee, but she confused me when she came around the table to me and gestured for me to turn to face her in my seat. Then she sat down, straddling my lap and looking at me face-to-face, our noses an inch from each other and her bust pressing against my chest through our clothes. My hands naturally went to her hips, holding her intimately. It was a position we’d been in plenty of times before, though rarely clothed. Hell, rarely without my cock penetrating her.