Chapter 49: Romancing Crystal and Ellen’s Mom

I’m sure most of the population think that music and movie stars have chauffeurs everywhere they go, and a huge entourage. Not true!

I personally drove the crowded SUV across Tennessee from Nashville to the almost rural suburb of Knoxville where Crystal and Ellen’s parents lived. With Crystal and me also were Ellen, Claire, PJ, and Nadia. We were all in a jovial mood, laughing and even singing Christmas carols along with the radio. The back of the car was so full of our luggage for a one-week stay with the Lee’s, and a huge pile of Christmas presents, that we had three suitcases strapped onto the roof rack of the car. I also couldn’t see out the back of the SUV; I had to use the side mirrors. The four women in the back seat took turns sitting in each other’s lap with two sharing the same seatbelt

Crystal and Ellen Lee had grown up in a small house that a family of modest means could afford. Don and Kim, their parents, had both worked and paid off the mortgage on the house in twenty years. Only two years after they lived debt free, Crystal had started to make some real money singing and writing music. One of the first things she did with her money was buy her parents a larger house, and employ handymen and landscapers to help maintain it. The new house had six bedrooms, although Kim had commandeered one upstairs bedroom for a hobby and sewing room.

The trip took us just under four hours. We used Interstate 40, instead of the slower but more scenic route east through the state.

In six months, Claire, Crystal, and I would be appearing in a movie entitled Downslope that was halfway done. With Ellen, we’d been in LA for just under three months filming the indoor scenes. According to our director, Mark Ang, the only scenes that remained were the mountain and ski scenes. Thus, a week after New Years Day, the four of us would fly to Geneva and begin a trek to a couple of resorts in the Alps.

Nadia was our lover and housekeeper. She also attended a nearby college in Nashville, and had worked her beautiful, little butt off around the clock to get a college degree. Now, after only two years and the intervening summers, she had only a year before finishing. We had missed Nadia as she had come to hold a special place in our hearts – and our beds. My favorite feature about Nadia, was her tush, her rear end, her derrière, her ass, her caboose, posterior, stern, or whatever other term you chose. It was tight, firm, shaped perfectly, inviting, and a joy to kiss, fondle, and make love to – something I couldn’t resist doing whenever I was around her. Nadia knew this, and would tease me – clothed or naked – wiggling that gorgeous piece of female real estate in my direction with a come hither look over her shoulder.

While Ellen and Crystal had seen their parents several times over the year, I had not been with them on their parental visits, usually opting to go up to Ohio and see my son and new daughter at George and Summer’s, and Edie, my other love interest up there.

Crystal teased me from beside me in the passenger seat; “Remember how my mother came on to you last Christmas? You were so prim and proper with her.”

Except for PJ, the others in the car had also been at the Lee’s with us the prior Christmas. Claire said, “Yeah, Kim was ready to jump your bones and fuck your brains out. She’s really hot for your body.”

I just nodded that I’d heard the comments.

From the back seat, Ellen chortled and said, “If she does it again this year, I think you should make her a ‘Mellon Girl.’ She’d love it, and hold the position in high esteem.”

Crystal turned so she could see Nadia in the back seat, “And you, you little tart, you probably had my father jerking off every night for the whole year thinking about you. I bet he can’t see you without getting a hard-on. He was so taken with you that you almost got jumped too.”

The prior Christmas, Nadia had spent much of her time with Don, often sitting tightly against him as the two talked about her life growing up in Russia, her college life, or Don’s various careers. Don didn’t care what the topic was; he had a gorgeous twenty-three-year-old practically in his lap. Nadia did sit in his lap a few times, exciting him to the point where she could feel his lump. She took to kissing him on the cheek often, except when we departed, and she planted one hot, romantic, soul-searing, hip-grinding, lump-generating kiss on him that probably kept him horny all year as Crystal had commented.

Nadia laughed, “I love your father. He is so smart, and manly, and mature. I wish he would adopt me, and then we could do incest together.” She gave a mock sigh and said aloud, “Maybe this year.”

I chuckled to myself at her comment. Crystal and Ellen had shared with her parents the fact that the three of us were intimate, and then later after Claire and Nadia joined our circle the five of us. They never judged or asked inappropriate questions. Kim, their mother, wanted to be sure no one would get hurt if such a many-sided relationship fell apart. By the words their daughters had used, the sexual nature of our relationships was clear, as well as the bisexual nature. Crystal had also explained to Kim that there were a couple of other men and women in the romantic circle. The net of the brief talks appeared to be that Kim and Don wanted to join in, although they had never explicitly said so. I was doubtful about that speculation by their daughters.

Don Lee, Crystal’s father, had watched my interaction with the women the prior Christmas. We are a very touchy-feely extended family; so, the five of us were always kissing, hugging, rubbing, smoothing, or making some other inviting gesture. Don’s tongue would often end up lolling out the side of his mouth at some of our antics. One of the women could be counted upon to pull me back to the guest room to disappear for an hour -, sometimes one in the morning, one in the afternoon, and for certain in the evening – often ‘just to have a conversation’.

Crystal picked up Ellen’s earlier comment, “I think Ellen’s right. If my Mom comes on to you again as she did last year, you should bed her.”

“Your mother? Oh, come on.” I couldn’t tell whether the sisters were serious. I thought they were just teasing me again.

Ellen chimed in, “Yes. Yes. I know she’d want that, and my dad wouldn’t mind – particularly if Nadia fucks his brains out too.”

I said partly over my shoulder to Ellen, “You’re really serious?”

In unison, five female voices resonated throughout the car, “YES!”

I asked of Crystal, “What about you and Ellen?”

Crystal said with a chuckle, “We’d be there to watch and supervise. I’m not certain I want to do my mom or dad, although I do love them dearly, and ... well, I have had some attraction to both of them – sexual attraction. Since dad retired, they’ve changed and gotten more liberal – maybe even more libertine. Who knows, I might even change my mind about joining in?”

Ellen said, “Mom told me that she and dad are having more sex now than they did right after they got married.”

Crystal laughed, “That’s because they lived together for five years before they got married. All the serious fucking had already happened by then.”

Claire said, “Hey, where can I get in on all this incest you guys are planning. Aren’t I like a sister to you two?”

Nadia said, “Me too!”

Crystal laughed again and turned to Claire and Nadia, “You can join in anywhere your sweet little bodies want to be, and my tongue is always ready to help. My dad would die to have sex with either of you – PJ, too. My mom might too; I detected some sapphic interest in her last year in the way she looked at you Claire. Let’s see what happens.”

PJ chuckled, “I will watch this soap opera with great interest.”

Ellen said, “Oh, you have to join in. The more the merrier.”

The girl’s discussion moved on to other topics. As I drove, I thought about how ludicrous it sounded to be talking about seducing your girlfriends’ parents. The discussion had been real, and so casual – almost like talking about putting gas in the car. Only in this case, the discussion was about putting my proboscis in some one else’s receptacle.

Kim and Don met us at the front door as we pulled into the long circular driveway in front of their new house. We introduced PJ, and everyone kissed everyone, except I held back so I was the last to kiss Kim – Ellen and Crystal’s mother, and Nadia hung back so she kissed Don last – their father.

I gave Kim a warm smile of remembrance, and allowed her to take the lead, and take the lead she did. Kim jammed her hips into my groin as we came together. The passion she exhibited in our kiss far surpassed anything that had transpired the year before except for our hallmark kiss in the kitchen, and our goodbye the prior Christmas. Kim put her arm around me, and I could tell she didn’t intend to let go anytime soon.

As we parted, I looked over to see that Nadia had Don in a lip lock of epic dimensions. Parting the Red Sea in Biblical times took more effort than the pair displayed separating themselves from each other. Both were panting. For that matter, so was Kim.

Crystal, Ellen, PJ, and Claire had politely ignored us, instead burying their heads in the back of the car, sorting out which bags, presents, and luggage to bring into the house first.

Kim practically glued herself to my side, and immediately became over solicitous about my every need. One time, as she fawned over me, I saw over her shoulder Ellen miming as she stuck two fingers down her throat to indicate how gross she thought her mother was behaving. As the afternoon wore on, I pleaded with Kim to not focus on only my needs, and she did soften her approach – only slightly.

When Crystal and I were unpacking our bags upstairs, she said to me, “You are going to bed my mother on this trip, I guarantee it – and you have my wholehearted support. It’ll be the best thing to happen in her life other than dad. Don’t hold back thinking that Ellen and I aren’t behind having you do this. We want this for her. It’ll be the best Christmas present you can give her.”

Claire stuck her head in the door, “Do what?”

Crystal pulled her into the room and whispered loudly, “Fuck mom.”

Claire grinned broadly at me, “You know you want this, Jim. As I recall, when we were down at the Galapagos, you told Joe you expected Don and Kim to become part of our circle, or am I remembering wrong?”

Crystal’s eyebrows raised, “Oh, really. You saw this coming over a month ago?”

I blushed a little. “Well, your mom was very forward last year. I just extrapolated a year ahead to now.” I paused and added, “That plus Nadia has periodically fantasized about your dad during the year, so both events seemed more probable.”

Crystal gave me a playful shove towards the door. “Go help my mom in the kitchen. You should kiss her neck. She told me years ago that her neck was one of her ‘hot’ erogenous zones.” She grinned at her lascivious thoughts.

I moved to the door as Claire asked Crystal something about a silk scarf she held up.

I found Kim in the kitchen preparing a salad on one of the long counters. She turned and gave me a megawatt smile. I walked up behind her and leaned into her body. I pulled her hair aside, exposing the nape of her neck. I blew some warm air right at her hairline, and then kissed her there, even adding in a little tongue.

Kim shivered but otherwise froze in position. She stopped whatever she’d been doing with her hands.

I started to kiss from her nape up her neck along the hairline to behind her ear. I then pulled away only a fraction of an inch so I could kiss the inside of her ear, and run my tongue around the inside.