Chapter 10

The next Tuesday Marcus arrived as always, ready to tutor Robin.

“Work before anything else,” he said.

“What makes you think anything else will happen?” said Robin, trying to sound strong.

“With you? Nothing. I was thinking of trying to get your mother to skinny dip with me again.”

“You don’t have to be a butthead about it,” said Robin.

“I do if you get sassy on me,” he said with a grin.

They worked for two hours and then went to the kitchen to get a snack. Molly was wearing her reading glasses, poring over bills and balancing her checkbook. She looked up when the two youngsters approached.

“Marcus wants us to go skinny dipping with him again.”

“I don’t think so,” said Molly. “It’s too easy to float too close to each other. If we’re going to satisfy our urges I think we need to be in separate parts of the room while we do it.”

“Hmmm,” said Marcus. “I could get into that.”

“I didn’t mean it literally,” said Molly.

“Well, why not? I’d love to see you naked, across the room, making yourself happy.”

It was as they all got up and left the kitchen together, that Molly realized with a strange certainty, that she was going to let Marcus have her whenever he tried to, even if it was before she should. He had that kind of power over her. Then she thought about how much her life had changed when Marcus came into it. All of those changes were good, in her opinion. So she stopped worrying and thought about how hot what they were about to do might be.

They ended up in the den, where there were overstuffed chairs upholstered in a buckskin kind of material. It felt soft and warm when the two women sat down in one, naked. Marcus stood between them and a few feet outward.

“You two look so delicious,” he said, as he began to stroke his rod. “I can’t wait until I can touch you with this.”

He aimed his penis at each one as he jacked.

“This is so nasty,” moaned Robin. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“You don’t have to do it,” said Molly, who was already breathing hard. Her clit seemed especially sensitive and she knew getting an orgasm was going to be easy. “You can go to your room and read.”

“As if,” panted Robin. “Ohhhh, I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of my mother.”

“And I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of my daughter,” groaned Molly.

“You guys are so hot. I’ve never done it with a white girl or woman. I can’t wait to get inside both of you. I’m gonna try to give you twins.”

“That is completely inappropriate to say,” gasped Molly.

“Truth and honesty,” he grunted. His hand flashed faster. “Would you let me get you pregnant?”

Again, that fuzzy fantasy in which Molly could show a mixed race child to her cheating husband as revenge, popped into her head.

‘“Maybe,” she moaned.

“Mother!” yipped Robin. “You can’t let him get you pregnant. You’re too old.”

“I’m thirty-five. I could have three more children before the onset of menopause.”

“Oh, fuck, and I’d give them to you,” gasped Marcus. “I’m sorry. I wanted to wait until you came, but this is too hot.”

Robin was on his left. He had already claimed her with the little ritual of cumming on her with her permission. He looked at Molly. She was full. She was mature. She knew what to do with a cock inside her. He wanted her so badly that if he thought about her while he jerked off he could cum in two minutes. Of course he didn’t need to masturbate. He had more than enough women who wanted his dick in their pussy, not in his hand.

Molly had laid back and slid down in the chair. Her heels were spread far apart. Her hand was a blade and the flat tip of the blade whipped back and forth, as if trying to create enough friction to start a fire on her clit.

He intended to ask if he could do it. When she leaned her head forward with wild eyes and said, “Kiss me!” he moved quickly. His right hand was busy but his left was available to support his weight as he leaned over her and sought her lips. She almost ate his lips, and her passion turned the key. His orgasm engine started and a test of the hydraulic control system in his body commenced. That test failed, as the fluid rushing through his system found an outlet.

Even squeezing his prick hard didn’t stop it. He was still jerking and when he came, the tip of his prick was pointed directly at where a cock belongs during sex. Her fingers kept flashing, but that was at the top of her slit. His essence splashed into her flushed, open lips. Some of it got into the dark channel beyond those lips. She felt it and jerked, which brought her pussy in contact with the tip of his still spurting penis.

It was instinct, really, that made him rub the tip of his prod up and down her slippery slit. He felt her grab his cock and almost brutally use it to torture her clit. She screamed, not the scream of a scared woman, but the guttural, rasping scream of a woman being overwhelmed by orgasm. She shoved the tip of his cock down and into her opening. Her inference was clear. He could fuck her if he wanted to. But he had cum hard and was already below half staff. She was able to stuff maybe an inch of his penile flesh into her opening, but it wasn’t really sexual penetration.

She was sobbing when he stood up. It stabbed into his heart and he was afraid he had scared or hurt her. He reached for her hand and pulled her up. His embrace pulled her naked body against his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”

She slid her hands to his ass and clenched. She barely made a dent and she leaned back.

“You didn’t scare me. I scared myself. I wanted you in me. I’m going to want you in me again. I won’t be able to resist you if you say you want to make love to me. I have to depend on you to make me stick to our original agreement.”

She kissed him, and it was a long, warm kiss. They were embraced by Robin, who added her body heat to theirs.