Chapter 8

Erica was still two months away from her eighteenth birthday. She knew (and believed) that she might actually get to see what making love looked like on her birthday. Now, however, it was possible for her to see and experience some things that lead up to having intercourse. She could learn all about foreplay, and do it with a man she already trusted.

They didn’t just jump in. Megan invited Bob to supper and, while they ate chicken and rice casserole, Bob learned that a deal had been struck.

“I know I should have told you,” said Megan. “It just kind of happened. I thought we could talk about it.”

Erica had not been able to warn him, but both she and Bob knew they had to act like nothing had ever happened between them.

Bob looked at Erica.

“You actually want to do this?”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since forever,” the girl replied. “When I see you kissing Mom I want you to kiss me, too.”

“So ... maybe we start with kissing and see how that feels?” Bob tried to sound concerned.

“I already know how to kiss boys,” said Erica.

“I don’t think they’ll kiss you like I would,” he said.

“Okay, so show me,” said Erica, challenge in her voice.

“Here? Now?”

“Why not, big boy? You think your kisses are so special, so what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” said Bob. “Perhaps we should consult your mother.”

“Kissing is fine,” said Megan, who had been holding her breath. She really should have talked to him as soon as Erica said yes.

Bob paced for half a minute and then pulled the kitchen chair he’d been sitting on away from the table, turned it around and sat on it. He patted his lap.

“Come sit on Uncle Bob’s lap, little girl,” he said.

“I’m not a little girl!” Erica growled.

“We’ll find out,” said Bob.

“What does that mean?” Erica sounded a little worried.

“I thought you wanted to do some kissing. Are you going to come sit or not?”

Erica moved and he had her sit sideways on his lap so her legs were to his right side. He put his left hand in the middle of her back. That left his strong hand free, which would become important very soon. She turned her head to face him and, because she knew her mother could not see her face, she smiled.

Bob simply used his free hand to pull her face against his and mashed his thick, soft lips against her slimmer, paler ones. She stiffened, but it was from surprise, rather than fear or discomfort. Megan, however, believed that stiffening meant Erica was in distress and she leaned forward. Then Erica raised her arms and threw them around Bob’s neck and kissed him back.

For Megan’s sake they should have made that kiss tentative, but both were excited and neither one held anything back. Ten seconds into the kiss Bob’s free hand cupped Erica’s left breast and then squeezed and rubbed it.

Erica moved her hands from behind his neck to his chest and pushed. When their lips parted, she said, “You’re being very naughty, Uncle Bob.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he said.

“I do, but isn’t the girl supposed to agree to that, first?”

“In a perfect world, a gentleman would ask, ‘Erica, can I touch your boob while we kiss? And can I slide my hand under your shirt and touch your bare boobs while we kiss, too?’ but in the real world, the boy or man you’re with won’t ask. He’ll just try. And that is when you either agree or don’t.”

His hand was still on her breast, just moving in a circle.

“A couple of guys have tried to do that.”

“Did you agree?”

“No.”

“You don’t seem to be disagreeing now,” he said.

“That’s because the idea of you touching them seems like it would be fun.”

“Fun,” said Bob. “This isn’t fun and games, Erica. This is foreplay and foreplay leads to sex. It always has and it always will.”

“I do not agree to having sex!” Erica said, quickly.

“I’m not trying to do that,” said Bob. He kissed her again, a less passionate kiss that lasted four or five seconds before he pulled back. “Yet,” he added, his voice serious.

“You have sex with my mother,” said Erica. “You can’t ever have sex with me.”

“What if I broke up with your mother?” he asked.

“Bob!” gasped Megan, who had been watching all this with mixed emotions.

“It’s only a hypothetical question,” said Bob.

“You still couldn’t do it. It would still break my mother’s heart. I thought we were going to kiss.”

So they basically made out for the next five minutes. Bob did slide his hand under her T shirt and he pushed her bra up, baring her tender boobs. She squirmed, but arched her back and Megan came to hover around them, nervously. This was exactly what she’d had in mind, except it was different when she actually saw it happen. Chief among her concerns was that she saw Erica squirming on his lap and (correctly) she assumed Bob had a boner.

Then Bob took his hand out of her shirt and sat back. Erica reached under her shirt and put her bra back in place.

“So?” Bob asked. “Was that just like kissing boys?”

“No,” said the girl, softly. She looked at her mother. “I understand better why you don’t want me to let guys do that.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” said Megan, who was unaccountably relieved that they weren’t welded together at the lips anymore.

“Uh huh.” She looked at Bob. “Your hand was kind of scary. It felt rough when you pushed my bra up, but your hand was gentle when you touched me. Girls I know complain that boys are too rough.”

“Next time you want to play, don’t wear a bra,” said Bob, with a grin. “That sends a signal to the male and there are other ways to touch a breast.”

“I think you’ve had enough questions answered for today,” said Megan. “I’m feeling a little jealous.”

Erica hopped up and said, “He’s all yours. Kiss him as much as you want. He has a boner, though, so don’t be surprised if he tries something.” She laughed and ran out of the kitchen, toward her bedroom.

Megan did move and sit on his lap, in the same orientation as her daughter had. He immediately cupped her left breast.

“Was that what you had in mind?”

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Okay. Why?”

“Because when she said she did not agree to having sex with you she was lying.”

“How could you tell that?” asked Bob.

“Because I know her. I know when she’s trying to pull something and that was the voice she used. We need to be careful with this, or she’s going to want you to take her virginity and I had a hard enough time watching her kiss you. If I have to watch you, on top of her, between her legs, I’m not sure I can do that.”

“You’re jumping waaaay ahead,” said Bob. “Yes, she was more eager than I expected, but she was also willing to talk. There are lots of things I can do to get her off other than fuck her. In fact, I know of a sure fire way to make sure her little white cherry stays intact.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. If she wants lessons in being naked with a man, then you need to be naked, too. That way, if Uncle Bob gets too excited and wants to put his big old boner in a beautiful Blaylock woman, you can pull me on top of you.”

“You’re an awful, terrible, ogre of a man, Bob Chambers,” said Megan.

He shrugged.

“I am what I am.”

“Erica is probably in her room masturbating right now,” said Megan. “I could tell she was getting damp panties by the way she wiggled on your very awful, terrible ogre’s penis, which is poking me right now. I think I need to have a talk with that naughty penis and teach both it and you a lesson. Go to my bedroom! Prepare to be punished!”

Bob squeezed her breast and let go.

“Don’t hurt me,” he whined.

Then he picked her up, squealing, and carried her to her bedroom.

Her squealing penetrated Erica’s closed door and by the time the adults had their clothes off, Erica was spying on them. They were too eager to make love to notice.

Which is why Erica Blaylock got to see, relatively up close and personal, what it looked like for her mother to suck Bob’s penis, and for him to suck Megan’s bare pussy lips, and what it then looked like for his impossibly long, black man-thing to sink into her mother’s body like a snake, going into a burrow.

She couldn’t stay and watch. She needed something in her own starving pussy.

Her hairbrush handle almost wasn’t enough, that night.

School started, which meant that neither Erica nor Megan were available for posing during the day. Both women made new friends and life seemed more like before they had moved. At the same time, both women had changed because of this new kind of relationship with the world and now they had two things to concentrate on. There was school ... and then there was Bob. It’s difficult to say whose life he affected more. His effect on Megan, after her fifteen year hiatus from sex, was understandably immense. But Erica’s view of the world had also changed radically. She had much more self-confidence and that affected her relationships with her new classmates. Both were very changed women.

Neither woman wanted to stop posing altogether. Evenings and weekends were time to spend doing that.

Bob’s business slowly picked up. Eventually he had to hire a man and another teenage boy. He would have had to hire a woman but Megan agreed to model whenever he needed an adult woman. He did less business in fashion still-modeling and more video commercials. Initially, the commercials he shot were thirty seconds or less and were the kind that interrupt something you’re watching on You Tube, unless you pay them the extortion money to get ad-free watching. That platform is free, though, so if you let the ads pay your way, it’s actually fair. In any case, if you don’t pay the artist directly, there will be advertising and most of that advertising is in thirty second attempts to get you to click on the ad. He wasn’t making a ton of money and his models weren’t getting rich, but the quality of his work was noticed by other advertisers, and that portion of his business was slowly building up.

Meanwhile, he did find jobs for Erica. It was always clothes, or at least that’s what Megan was told. Instead, Erica dressed up as a cheerleader, or librarian, or waitress, or sorority girl and slowly took her clothes off, until her bare pussy was offered to the viewer. What made her so popular to websites was that her pussy lips naturally parted a little bit, making it obvious a penis would have no trouble at all pushing through them ... or had, very recently, had a penis doing that.

Bob restricted sales of Erica’s sessions to Europe, the Middle East, and Asia. Anyone who saw her wanted more, and they all wanted hard core Erica. Bob, however, restricted it to her masturbating, or using a dildo or vibrator. For one session he used the cardboard cutout of his own shadow and put that on the side of some of his shots, making it look like there was a man standing there, watching her. Then he set up the camera to take a close-up of her pussy and put his own long, black finger inside her. Her slim, pale hand was on top of his, making it clear she liked what was happening. That one got such effusive feedback that he knew she could pay her way through college if she ever decided to do hard core porn.

Erica smuggled two sex toys home, to her bedroom. One was a fat, bright red latex penis replica that was maybe eight inches long. The other was a rabbit, which she couldn’t turn on if her mother was home because it was too loud. She could, however, push the long part in her pussy and then manually rub her clit with the “horn” on the device.

And Megan got the benefit of how fired up Bob got when he created all those sex series with Erica. Erica still demanded that he finger-fuck her to orgasm before she went home, and she was still happy with that. She wanted to find a way to get her hands ... and possibly her mouth ... on his boner, but she thought her “home schooling” might be the best way to approach that.

Those home lessons proceeded, but slowly. Erica was still restricted to two dates per month, but she could ask for a lesson with Bob every Friday or Saturday night. By the time school had started up for a new academic year, Erica was kissing Bob topless and he was using his mouth on her nipples. Megan was right there, cautioning Erica not to enjoy it too much, because if she did, things could get out of hand. Erica agreed but still didn’t ask to get Bob’s clothes off.

Erica turned eighteen on the 22nd day of September, which was a little more than a month after school started.

“Happy birthday!” Megan yipped at breakfast on that day.

“Yay,” said Erica. “I get to go to school for my birthday.”

“School will be out at 3:30. What will you do, then?”

“Well, since teachers don’t get to leave until 4:30 I will go to the studio and pester Uncle Bob about my main present.”

“And what is that?” asked Megan, with a sparkle in her eye.

“You know what that is,” said Erica. “Just you be horny and ready to make love, tonight.”

“I always am,” said Megan in a loud stage whisper. Then she sobered. “I want you to think very carefully about this, though. You know how intense it can get when a man and woman like each other and fool around.”

“I do,” said Erica, just as soberly.

“If you watch that, you’re going to see things that look very attractive, things that may make you want more.”

“Isn’t that inevitable?” said Erica. “You’ve always said I’ll want more and more until I want too much.”

“It’s only too much at this stage of your life,” said Megan. “Once you’re grown and out of the house, you can go as far as you like. What Bob and I are doing is trying to prepare you so you can actually enjoy that, and teach your partner how to enjoy it together with you.”

“I know. He gets a boner every time we do anything. I know he wants to stick it in me, metaphorically.”

“No, he wants to stick it in you in real life,” said Megan. “The only reason that doesn’t make me furious is that I know he loves me and he loves you, enough to restrict himself to only what you really need.”

“Okay. Since we’re talking about this, what happens if, someday, I feel like I need ... that?”

“The full monte ... what you want to see, tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Then we may have a problem,” said Megan. “I know he could take care of the sexual needs of two women at the same time, but I don’t want a sister-wife. I want a daughter, who can give me grandbabies that aren’t also my step-children, or whatever they would be if one of Bob’s little African wrigglers got to one of your eggs.”

“How did we jump from wanting... that ... to having babies?”