Chapter 40: Double Masturbation

The women were stepping out of the woods into the clearing where Dorothy had parked her car next to my old station wagon. I didn’t call out to her instead working on my stealth surveillance skills. I went through the woods, making sure not to rustle any leaves or step on any twigs that might snap. Using trees, I remained invisible to the three that looked back for me, between grabbing each other’s ass without saying anything to each other. They laughed at each grab and smack of their almost completely bare asses. Both of the teens had red butt cheeks from the slaps and pinches.

Dorothy seemed unusually interested in the girls’ play. Initially, Dorothy was happy just to watch the teens. But before they got to the porch, she was joining in on the smacks and pinching of the girls’ asses. She clearly enjoyed joining in on the girls’ game. Still, she didn’t let the teens talk to each other as their punishment required. It made her stealthy pinches and slaps, she pawned off on the other teen, easier. She didn’t let either girl talk to the other to verify they were the ones playing grab ass. As a result, there were lots of shrugs from the girls and pointing at Dorothy. Who always asked, “Why are you pointing at me?”

When they were close to the house, Cheryl noticed Jane’s discarded clothes. Cheryl stared at them. “What the hell? What happened up here?”

Helen got a look of knowing. “Oh, I know what happened.” As she got closer, she saw Jane’s cut-off cut-offs and destroyed tube top. She pointed at them, “Wait! Are those Jane’s?”

Dorothy half answered, “Those are the result of not keeping your word and doing whatever you think you want. And you expecting it to be without consequences.”

Hearing the conversation going in the completely wrong direction, I quickly made it to the path and made lots of noise. “Well, I almost caught you on the path.” I made sure the conversation went in a new direction. I said to Dorothy, “It’s the last night before your trip. Do you and Helen want to stay over for dinner with me and Cheryl?”

Both Dorothy and I saw the silent plead in Helen’s eyes. She answered, “Yes, I have to get back and pack. And see if Jane has decided to continue on with the family. In the meantime, I guess Helen can stay. I will just have to pack for her. And tomorrow morning I’ll come to get her.”

“So I’m stuck with the mute rug rats for the rest of the evening?” I asked jovially.

Helen piped up and asked, “Why don’t I just stay here and not go on the family trip? I mean if Jane’s not going, why do I have to go? I would rather stay here with Cheryl.”

Embarrassing both Cheryl and Helen, Dorothy gave away the fact that she was the one licking up between Cheryl’s legs. “While I’m sure you would prefer to stick around here and dine on that wonderfully sweet pussy and the birthmark Cheryl has. And let her use her wicked little tongue on your clit. Letting her circle your clit three times before she flicks it twice. And maybe have her do one hard licking up and down, lapping up the juice with the top of her tongue. After the underside of her tongue has gone down your slit.”

Helen turned bright red and looked at her mother strangely. She clearly wanted to know how Dorothy would know how Cheryl ate her pussy. Or about the birthmark on her clit. It was something only Helen should know about. Yet her mom seemed to. Cheryl, on the other hand, got a bit of a wicked grin. She had realized exactly who she was eating earlier at the lake.

Dorothy missed both the girls’ expressions. Instead, she continued with her earlier thought, “But you’re still a part of the family. Unless you want to be like Jane and not keep your earlier promise to go on this trip.”

Helen did nothing to hide her disappointment. “No, I’ll go.”

Dorothy commiserated with her daughter. “You know I would stay, too, if I could. It would be a lot more fun than spending two days in a car and a week at the in-laws. I am sure what you and Cheryl would get up to would be a lot more entertaining. And lately, I like the idea of being entertained by you two.” The overtone was far from subtle, and Cheryl got it. Her eyes twinkled at the possibilities. Dorothy, in the end, though, sighed heavily. “Well, since that’s not possible this week, I will be back in the morning to get you, Helen. Maybe when we get back, you can get back to your regular activities. Then we can all have some fun.” She turned and headed to the car before she got to the porch.

Dorothy was truly different than the one who had shown up in Calgary. And I wasn’t so sure her level of going overboard in all things sexual was such a good thing. I pulled Dorothy aside before she got to the car. “It was fun today. But you really can’t just show up. I know Helen was here and all, and that was a valid excuse. But I got the feeling that had she not been, I still would have seen you today.”

“I know, but I was so horny and needed to be fucked. And Helen and Jane made perfect excuses. But you aren’t tired of me already, are you?” Dorothy looked a bit concerned.

“No, we just have to be careful,” I re-iterated. “Plus, you need to get a grip on your horniness. Just because you’re horny doesn’t excuse being a wanton slut in front of and for your daughter.” While she appeared not to care if her husband found out what a slut she was becoming. It was a small town, and I didn’t need the kind of attention an affair with a married woman would bring in such a small community.

“Good, I love my daughters. Even the bitchy one that doesn’t have her head on straight. But I would hate for them to replace me completely.” She voiced her concerns.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I will see you tomorrow morning,” I assured her, holding her car door open. As she got in, I added, “I had fun today. I hope you did, too.”

“Definitely. It’s just a shame it had to end without an encore,” she stated, pulling the door closed. I was on the porch by the time she had the car turned around and was headed down the driveway.

Once inside, I reminded the girls they were still under the no talking to each other. They followed the rule all during the making of dinner. During dinner, the girls look at each other knowingly. It was palpable how desperate they were to tell the other what had happened at the lake. I quickly said to them, “Playing at the lake should only be discussed when we are there.”

Cheryl grinned her mischievous grin. “Well, when can we go back to the lake? So we can discuss today and play the game again.” She then started to laugh, joined by Helen in a good guffaw.

I had to give her credit. She was trying hard not to let the day go by without talking to Helen about it while hoping for another day with the same activities. I threw a wet blanket on Cheryl’s jovial mood and plans. “The lake today was likely a one-time thing. So let’s move on.” Both the teens looked sad; I had said the games at the lake weren’t likely to happen again.

The girls talked to each other by acting like they were talking to me. They walked up to the line of telling each other that my fingers had been embedded in each of their holes. And not only in them but fuck in and out of their hot little holes. Both looked like they wanted to tell the other how much they enjoyed my fingers sliding through their vaginas and assholes. Yet we got through dinner without either spilling the beans on what they had really enjoyed about the watermelon game.

After dinner and the kitchen was cleaned, I said, “Girls, you need to get in your nightclothes. I’m thinking we’re going to bed early. Well, at least in my case, and the floor in yours. I’m fairly tired. I had a good workout today. Tossing you three was a lot of work. Probably as much as it would have been had we worked in the yard all day.”

I let the two girls go together to change with an admonishment about talking to each other. The only thing I heard was Helen say quietly, “Definitely.”

They came out together. Instead of their usual getting into my sweatshirts, both of them had grabbed an old t-shirt and left off all underwear underneath. The threadbare t-shirts they pulled out of my drawer, I should have turned into rags years before. The light coming from behind them made even their labial splits between their thighs relatively easy to make out. They came in and sat on the furniture for a change. Cheryl settled in on the couch set cross-legged, and Helen sat the same way on the chair her mother preferred. Both had the extra material of their T-shirt tucked in the front under their pussies. The fabric made a perfect outline of their no longer bloated labia. Yet, I noticed Helen was already starting to make a damp spot where material pressed to her folds.

I would have told them to put something else on, but I didn’t want to make a big deal about how they were dressed. I was sure they would point out that the t-shirts still covered more than their bikinis did. Plus, they were completely uncovered at the lake for hours. Still, I knew that they were intentionally trying to get a rise out of me, mainly in the pelvic area. And their fantastic forms were doing that no matter how hard I tried to keep my cock from growing hard.

Since my sleep shorts were doing such a lousy job of masking my growing hard-on, I decided sleep would be the best way to block the visions of sexy teen bodies. “I am going to bed. Cheryl, you are on the floor to the right. Helen, you are to the left. Go get pillows and blankets. And no talking while brushing your teeth. I will see you on the floor in no more than ten minutes.”

Cheryl pushed the envelope. “We could sleep with you. It would be a lot more fun. Possibly more fun than the watermelon game.” Helen looked shocked at Cheryl’s even mentioning the game that had her pussy and asshole finger-fucked.

With a mouthful of toothpaste, I said to Cheryl, “You are pushing it. And if I remember correctly, Helen is the one who likes to be spanked. So drop it, and one more night on the floor won’t kill you.” Helen blushed at being called out about her enjoying the spankings. Plus, it meant I knew she had intentionally done what it took to get her ass lit up.

Helen still blushed red, not willing to look me in the eye, put her blanket down. I found it funny she was embarrassed now when she was fine wiggling her butt at me, taunting me. Teen girls were always a mystery. Helen mumbled, “Goodnight, John. See you in the morning.”

For some unknown reason, I bent down, turned her to face me, gave her a quick kiss, and said, “Good night.” The earlier light blush was crimson when I slid between my sheets.

Cheryl saw the whole thing as she came in and turned off the overhead light. Going to her side of the room, she queried, “Do I get one of those also?” From the tableside lamp, I could see wantonness on her face.

I answered, “If you have a sweet good night in you and lay quietly on the floor, I think I have one of those for you also.”

Mimicking Helen, Cheryl sweetly said, “Goodnight, John. See you in the morning.” I could hear the desire for a kiss and more in her goodnight. But she had done as asked.