Chapter 4: Loving Tara ... and Sandy!

The next day, Saturday, things around the house were completely ... normal.

We all hit the breakfast table about the same time. Sandy had the coffee there and waiting, like usual, and Nate was making his special bacon-and-feta cheese omelettes – I think the guy could have been a professional cook if he’d wanted to. Tara and I set the table, poured the orange juice, and set out the butter and jams for the English muffins Sandy was toasting.

In other words, normal: “How’d you sleep last night?” “Any plans for today?” Etc. No sly looks or surreptitious winks, no insinuating questions or double entendres. Just ... normal.

Sandy had shopping to do – weekly groceries, plus some around-the-house things to get and check on plants at the garden store. Tara and I were going to a space exhibit at the science and industry museum, and Nate was doing some household cleaning and chores so he could golf with some buddies at noon (“Hey, Kyle, you ever think about taking up golf? A great way to stay active and spend time with the guys!”)

Tara and I went to the space exhibit, then had lunch at the museum’s cafeteria, then went back to see another part of the exhibit that we’d missed in the morning. On the way back to my car we saw this restaurant that looked good so we called home. Sandy said that she was making a special dessert – “not too heavy” – so we decided that Tara and I would eat at the restaurant but not too much and be home in time for dessert.

And, yes, the dessert was worth saving room for – some kind of custard-like thing Sandy said was called panna cotta – she pronounced it “COH-ta” (“But it’s not really a custard ‘cause it’s not thickened with egg yolks”) – that she served with a strawberry sauce she made.

And just like breakfast, everything was totally normal, like nothing special would be happening this evening...

Until it did.

We watched some TV in the den for an hour or so, and then Nate turned to Tara and said, “Hey, Sweetheart, wanna watch a movie on Netflix on the big screen downstairs?”

And that was all it took. Nate and Tara went to the kitchen first to get drinks and some snacks. Sandy turned to me and said, “You have any plans for the evening, Kyle?”

I smiled at her.

“I don’t know – do I?”

She smiled and punched my bicep and said, “Get upstairs and get ready, Stud.”

I did. And like last night, I decided that wearing some nice briefs would be classier – more “erotic” – than just showing up “commando.”

And of course – the beautiful blue dressing gown.

As I went downstairs, down to Nate and Sandy’s room (and now mine, I guess – at least for a few hours) I was feeling two things simultaneously. First, I was feeling confident. Last night I didn’t know what to expect, or if it would even work out despite all of Nate’s and Sandy’s – and Tara’s – reassurances. And I didn’t know if I’d be “good enough” for Sandy. So now that I know that all those things are alright, yeah, I guess I am feeling confident – or, at least, a whole lot more confident than I was last night.

But I was also feeling kind of nervous at the same time – nervous because now I knew that I was going to be spending the next several hours fucking a hot, sexy, mature woman who I like, and who likes me, and nervous about what new things we might do tonight.

Sandy was in their bathroom but she’d left the bedroom door open for me, so I just walked in. Not sure about the protocol in a situation like this I called out, “Should I close the door?”

From the bathroom I heard, “Whatever makes you comfortable, Kyle.”

Since I wasn’t quite ready to put on a “live show” for whoever walked by, I closed the door. But for some reason I closed it so that it was against the door frame but not shut all the way. I think it helped me to feel that Sandy and I weren’t sneaking around, doing something behind Nate’s and Tara’s back.

When I turned around, Sandy was standing a few feet away. Tonight instead of that lovely green gown she was wearing last night she had on a summer-y looking floral print gown that was a lot – “shorter” – than the green one. So short, in fact, that it barely covered her pussy and left the bottom curves of her cute ass exposed.

She was freshly scrubbed and shiny and smelled like vanilla and cinnamon, with just that little hint of young girl body mist.

Feeling confident, I went to Sandy and took her into my arms and kissed her. She returned the kiss with warm, soft, open lips. Then she pushed those fine breasts against me and I knew I was doing something right.

This gave the confidence to move my hands to her shoulders and gently turn her around, so that now her back was against me and my hands were on those breasts, gently teasing them, toying with the nipples, now hard and getting harder, enjoying their weight, their heft, and maybe comparing them with Tara’s young, smaller breasts that I’ve also held like this many times. And one is not better than the other – they’re both lovely. Getting into the spirit of things, Sandy rubbed that cute, firm ass back against me, against the hard-on that was growing inside the briefs I was still wearing.

I’m not totally inexperienced in these things and I’ve held women this way before. All right, they were girls – no one ever like Sandy. But still, they were female, with all the same wonderful womanly parts.

Like the parts I was touching now. My hands explored the shapely petite body I was holding. (And I thought, good thing I remembered to trim and file my fingernails and use some of Tara’s good hand lotion). I slipped one hand inside Sandy’s shorty robe to gently squeeze one breast while I slid my other hand down her tummy and into the open fold of her robe, and my finger slipped into the wet slit I found there.

I was rewarded with a moan from Sandy, telling me that she liked what I was doing. When my finger slid across the little bump of her hard little clit, she gasped.

I nestled my nose in Sandy’s fresh, soft hair.

“Do you like that?”

He only response was, “Yesss - do that – do that, Kyle.”

I inserted a second finger and worked the two around inside her, inside the slick, silky channel, and Sandy squirmed under my fingers and I started to think that maybe I am one of the world’s better lovers – that’s how Sandy made me feel.

She squirmed on my fingers, and like she said last night when we were ... fucking, I got a little more “aggressive” with her tit I was holding, squeezing a little harder, pulling on the tip, rolling the fat nipple between my fingers – and every now and then giving it a hard squeeze that made Sandy groan and her body sag onto the fingers I had in her cunt.

And with squeezes on her nipple and her clit, she came, but quickly reached down and pressured my hand away from her pussy. She caught her breath, but then she said, “Fuck, Kyle, that was sooo good.” She freed herself from my arms and turned around and kissed me. “But I don’t want to waste all my energy when we’ve got lots of time ahead of us.” She’s so good.

Now that she’s facing me she kneeled down and spread open the front of my robe, and like last night she gently tugged my briefs over my erect cock and down to the floor. She put her mouth over my cock that was sticking straight out at her. She grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled me into her, til I felt the tip of my cock pressing against the back of her throat.

I put my hands on her head and gave a slight push, but using only my fingertips. I didn’t really want to force her farther than she wanted to go but I wanted to give both of us that feeling, that sense that I was forcing myself down her throat.

Last night Sandy did this like she was giving me a blow job – “sucking me off” – using her mouth all over my cock, sliding it in and out of her mouth, sliding her hands up and down the length of my cock, and generally trying to “get me off” without actually making me cum in her mouth. (That’s for something else!) Tonight it’s like she’s doing it for ... like she’s trying to get me to fuck her throat, or, really, she’s fucking her throat on my cock.

And it doesn’t feel as good to my cock – but it feels great to my brain, the thought that there’s this hot woman – not girl – who wants it so bad that she’s fucking her own throat on my dick!

But she had a reason for this change. After just a few minutes of swallowing my cock with no attempt to get me off Sandy stood up suddenly and shrugged off her short robe and backed toward the bed, pulling me with her.

She fell backwards on the bed and spread her legs, and pulling me down to her she said, simply, “Eat me, Kyle.”

Hell, yes! I still had the image of my fingers sliding through her slick pussy, and all the while I was doing it I was thinking about how that same slick flesh would feel to my lips and my tongue. Now I’m going to find out.

I let my robe fall off my shoulders – it was still belted around my waist – and practically dived to my knees and buried my face between Sandy’s smooth thighs (not as slim as Tara’s, but just as inviting). I didn’t even bother to explore or lick around – I just stuck out my tongue and shoved it as far into her hole as I could get.

And I tried to do everything. I licked the plump, slick flesh and ran my tongue up and down through the slit, then up over her clit – I know how she reacts when that’s touched – then inside her again. Then back, taking the more delicate inner petals and squeezing them – gently – between my teeth (Tara likes that – despite her relative inexperience, Tara’s very confident in what she likes, and telling me about it), then moving to Sandy’s plump outer lips, and being a little less gentle with them – alright, chewing on them! – and then back inside her, trying my best to fuck her with my tongue.

When I started eating Sandy she was fairly quiet. She put one, then both hands on my head and guided me to where she wanted me to focus, and then she began pressing – forcing my face, my mouth, tighter, harder against her. At first she made an occasional moan or sigh but after a few minutes of me eating her like this Sandy began to get more...”expressive.”

“Oh, fuck, Kyle, that’s good – I’ve imagined this so many times. Did you know – I can hear Tara when you do this to her – use your mouth on her – I had no idea my daughter was such a whore.”

And of course, hearing these words, hearing Sandy say these things, just got me more turned-on – which I guess it what they were supposed to do. So I decided to take a chance and see if it worked both ways.