Chapter 2: Meeting Mrs. Stinson

February 1, 2000

Dutch was nursing a Budweiser and watching a Duke play North Carolina State for the second time that season. The ACC tournament was coming up in just a few days and he was trying to get a look at as many teams as possible before the NCAA's.

He heard Rosa's car pulling into the garage. A minute later, Rosa was standing next to him. He rose up and kissed her. "Missed you baby," he said.

"Sure you did, and with the game on too," she said, glancing at the large screen television. He flushed, for she was right, he hadn't really missed her with the game and all.

"Sorry," he said, obviously contrite. Rosa wasn't bothered by his watching sports. She had been glad to get out and go shopping which she loved to do and she was dying to tell him the news.

"Dutch?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Remember what Kathy told us about Peggy's mother?'

He did, indeed. Kathy had told them both in confidence that Peggy's mother was fucking her son. Ever since Dutch had been hoping they could somehow become friends with Peggy's mother and then more than friends.

"Well I met her today," She said smugly, knowing exactly where his interest lay.

Dutch promptly put the game out of his mind. "Really?" he said and Rosa knew she had him hooked. She already had formulated her own plan for Mrs. Stinson.

"And I also met the son," she blithely went on. "Ann," she said, "her name is Ann, and Dutch, sweetie, you'll love this. She's drop dead gorgeous."

Rosa smiled on seeing him raise his eyebrows at the news. But Dutch wasn't the fastest kid on the block for nothing and quickly asked, "So the son must be a looker too, huh?"

"He's absolutely hot. I almost came just looking at him and the poor kid doesn't even know how he affects a grown woman. Well, except for his mother, I guess. He knows she's hot for him."

Dutch teased Rosa, telling her that she must be getting old now that her main fantasies involve teen aged boys. But quickly followed with; "I guess we men don't have anything over you women when it comes to wanting to fuck a teenager."

The glare Rosa started to send his way softened as he said this, and she stroked his face with her hand.

As he started to suggest Rosa make a coffee date with Mrs. Stinson, she waved him off.

"It's already set in motion, lover. And FYI, she, I mean Ann, is a large breasted blonde, and... I got this from Peggy a little later... no, that's wrong. I got this from Kathy who got it from Peggy and... "

"Baby, slow down, tell me what's going on?"

"Right, I mean, oh what's the difference? Peggy told Kathy that the reason Mr. Stinson left her was he caught her fucking the son."

Dutch shrugged and laughed, thinking, 'Hell, I'd probably have joined in and then got the daughter involved.' But he didn't say anything, not wanting to make Rosa jealous. 'Hell, ' he thought, 'she put me on to Kathy, and how many women would offer a guy their own daughters?'

"There's more," Rosa said and grinned lewdly at him. "Kathy told me that Peggy has been turning her brother down. He's been pestering her, but she's almost two years older and a lot smarter than he is and so it wasn't difficult."

What Dutch knew, but Rosa didn't, was that Kathy had told Peggy about seeing "him" naked in the house, coming out of the bathroom; and that was before he'd fucked Kathy. She'd told Peggy how big his cock was; and that she'd wanted to suck it then and there and can't wait until Rosa and he got married and she could seduce him properly. Kathy had revealed this to him after he'd bedded her.

He recalled Kathy saying, "And that really turned Peggy on."

He allowed himself a short day dream, thinking of having both those young girls in bed with him. Double fucking the two of them, whew! 'Well, ' he thought, 'I have Kathy broken in and addicted to my cock, what a trip it would be to take Peggy's flower, too. No make that both holes.'

Dutch began formulating a plan, thinking, 'First I'm going to work on Rosa and then Peggy's mother, because it's clear that Rosa would love to try her son's young cock. If I can break down the Mom's the rest should fall into line. I hope I can get Peggy's cherry before her brother does.'

But he wasn't the only one in the room working out a scheme. Rosa completed hers and invited Dutch in on it. She sat on his lap and ran her finger through his hair.

"Dutch? I've been thinking. Why don't we invite Ann, that's her name, to lunch?"

Her mind was racing at a million miles an hour, thinking of how to seduce Davy, the six foot tall teen with his sun-bleached hair and tight, tight buns. 'But first, I've got to remove Ann from the picture. Dutch can have her. In fact, I'll help him get her. I'll seduce her for him.'

"That's a great idea," Dutch said in response. "When?" He couldn't help but reveal how anxious he was to meet her.

"I don't know yet. Why don't we call her and see what she's got available?"

"Good," he said, "the sooner the better."

"My horny man," Rosa teased, and gave his cock a gentle squeeze; found him growing hard and for a second wondered who had made him hard, herself or Ann. But she quickly dismissed the thought as he continued growing against her palm.

Three minutes later they were humping up a storm in the living room, no longer concerned that Kathy might walk in and discover them.

As things have a way of happening, when Rosa finally called Ann; she had no plans and readily agreed to join them for lunch. Rosa then called Dutch at the hospital and he arranged to meet Rosa at her office and then they picked Ann up at her home.

Only when they arrived at the Stinson's, Ann was having a problem with the bathroom plumbing and had to beg off, and they agreed to have dinner that night instead.

It was 8 PM when they finally met at the Carousel Lounge, a compromise site; Ann having protested that dinner was too expensive for the Perry's (she mistakenly thought them Kathy's parents) and besides had had to prepare dinner for Peggy and Davy.

Conversation started normally enough, each woman complimenting the others daughter and after a few cocktails everyone began to loosen up. Dutch told a few off-color jokes. Ann laughed harder than most people would and flushed when she caught him looking down her cleavage.

Rosa waited for the right moment, then let it slip that Dutch was a great lover. And when Ann licked her lips at that piece of news, invited Ann to join her in a trip to the powder room.

Once inside, both women peed and then Ann began to primp, adding some rouge to her cheeks and then fishing her lipstick from her purse as Rosa sat on a stool before the mirror that Ann stood in front of. Teasingly, Rosa turned to show her the tattoo on her lower back, then opened her blouse sufficiently to reveal the red rose riding on her breast.

Ann traced the red Rose's design with the tips of her fingers, and Rosa felt as if she were going to faint from Ann's feathery light touch. It was purely impulse that caused Rosa to put her lovely legs up on the vanity next to Ann. The sultry blonde couldn't help but complement Rosa on her lovely legs.

"Do you think so?" Rosa asked as her hands lightly ran upward from her ankle to mid-thigh, drawing her dress much higher than normal.

Ann's voice was dry, "Yes, they're lovely." Her hand paused in mid-air, then dropped to Rosa's thigh, just above the point Rosa's thigh-high stockings ended.

"So smooth too," she said, her voice having trailed off to a hoarse whisper, as her hand caressed Rosa's thigh.

"That's nice," Rosa cooed. "Such a soft touch, please... do the other one."

Ann's hand swiftly descended on the other thigh and without hesitating, glided upward to the juncture between Rosa's thighs and feeling the heat radiating from Rosa's pussy, pressed down.

Rosa hissed her appreciation and Ann applied more pressure. "I haven't done..." Ann began, but Rosa kissed her... softly, slowly, her tongue lightly grazing Ann's lips. A moment later, Ann's mouth parted and Rosa's tongue slipped inside.

Ann found the probing tongue, hot and erotic as it swarmed in and filled her mouth with its electricity. The blonde had no choice but to respond in kind, however she was overly eager and wound up mashing her mouth against Rosa's, smearing their lipsticks over their mouths. Rosa's kisses became more savage as she felt Ann melting into her arms.

Their mouths opened at the same instant. Tongues snapped out and slavered over the other. Rosa's hand slipped into the side of Ann's dress without opening the buttons and two popped off. Ann took no note of it, being caught up in the feel of Rosa's hand as it squeezed her left breast, reveling in the touch of Rosa's fingers on her bear breast, for she wore no bra.

Rosa felt Ann tremble as she toyed with her nipple, then she was leading Rosa, her hand guiding Rosa's hand around her breast, showing her what she wanted her to do, which was to remove the breast from within her dress.

To Rosa's mind, the breast felt smooth and warm, not unlike velvet. She marveled at the supple texture of her areola as it stood in stark contrast to the firm bud that was now so prominent without the obstruction of any fabric. She fondled Ann's bare breast for several minutes as they kissed and kissed and kissed.

A moment later, Ann found herself half sprawled across the blue-cushioned vanity, fiercely returning Rosa's kiss, sucking wildly while Rosa's hand fondled Ann's sopping wet cunt; rubbing her vulva through her thonged panties.

Ann was so wet her thonged panties were soaked completely through. Rosa knew Ann wanted her deeper but the panties were preventing that. She continued applying pressure -- pressing with her fingers and forcing the fabric of her panties up into the crevice formed by Ann's labia. Then Rosa returned to the blonde's exposed breast and looked down in surprise to find it covered with her own saliva; the evidence of their girl-play plainly visible as her lipstick marks were strewn all over Ann's breast and nipple.

Oblivious to the lipstick markings, Ann leaned over to whisper "Inside me," in Rosa's ear; then she lovingly French kissed the ear.

Rosa tried to lift her hand up over Ann's panties but her skirt was too restrictive. She moved back down to slip her fingers under the leg band of her thong and only then learned that she was wearing thong panties. The thin strip of satin was easily moved aside and Rosa's hand came to rest on her naked vulva.

Ann felt her hand on the thin Lycra material of her thong as Rosa massaged her vagina. She didn't know if it was Rosa's expertise or simply the taboo of what she was doing, but the feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Ann loved what was happening to her. She wanted to come for Rosa so badly she began to ache.

Ann turned her head towards Rosa, her eyes pleading for that which her mouth was too ashamed to ask for. Rosa understood perfectly, knowing exactly where she was leading Peggy's mother. And moved her hand up and then back down into Ann's panties as Ann felt the warmth and softness of another woman's flesh against her pussy for the first time.

An audible moan escaped Ann's lips as she felt Rosa's finger slide between the folds of her seeping pussy. Then the fingers moved to graze her clit. An even louder moan was immediately silenced as Rosa's mouth engulfed Ann's.

Ann promptly sucked Rosa's tongue into her mouth and suckled on it, dancing and rolling with it as she became an instant expert in the art of French kissing. No one had ever kissed her like this. Not the guys in the furtive backseat sessions back in high school; not her first lover in college, not Evelyn during their brief fling in her junior year; nor her husband, who although a decent enough lover, had no time to spend kissing her on the mouth.

Tears of pleasure flowed down her cheeks to mix with their commingled saliva. Ann thought fleetingly that: 'Rosa's lips feel so soft on mine; and her hand feel wonderful on my pussy.'

Ann was willing to do anything Rosa wanted; even told her as much. But Rosa, realizing that someone might walk in on then at any moment, called a halt to the seduction.

"But... I'm almost there..." Ann moaned.

"Later, when it's safer, I promise," Rosa told her and meant it.

They took a moment to calm down, and then Rosa said, "I've got a sewing kit in my bag," as Ann repaired her lipstick, which had been smeared over her face. Rosa looked in the mirror and noted that she had only a smudged spot here and there and calmly dabbed them away with a tissue, then seating Ann in front of the vanity, she replaced the torn buttons.

"You are one hot bitch," Rosa told Ann.

"You're no frigid queen yourself," Ann smiled. "And you've got quite a man out there too."

"You better know it," Rosa said with a kindly smile. "Ann, you wouldn't believe how well he's hung. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven the first time I laid eyes on it."

"A bull, huh?"

"A stud," Rosa said, and adding emphasis to her words, "He can fuck for hours."

"Whew," Ann gasped feeling sexy and giddy at the same time. "Rosa?"

"Yes, Ann?"

"Just one more kiss before we go back, pretty please?"

"Sure, baby, sure." They kissed, lightly this time, being careful not to smudge their lipstick. Both ladies adjusted their clothing, made a final touch or two to their hair and returned to Dutch.

Meanwhile, Dutch waited patiently for the women to return. His dick had risen and was turning to iron as he went from one fantasy to the next, imagining what he would be doing with the both of them when they returned. He was certain that Ann would be putty in his hands after being alone with Rosa for twenty-five minutes in the powder room.

'I wonder if she had enough time to go down on her. Maybe... Rosa can work quickly when she has too, but still... ' His reverie ended abruptly as the women returned and sat down on either side of him in the booth. When they'd left, the two had sat next to each other, with Dutch on the end next to Rosa.

The sexual tension rose as Dutch carefully studied Ann's lush body.

Rosa grinned at him, then said, "She's got great tits Dutch. I saw them."

"Rosa!" Ann protested.

"Don't worry, baby," she said, "We're all friends here," and placed her hand near the top of Ann's thigh in plain view of Dutch's leering eyes. Ann forced herself to relax and finished off her drink quickly, nodding when Dutch signaled the waitress to bring another round to their table.

Dutch maneuvered his leg against Ann so that his thigh was pressed against hers. Ann giggled nervously, but remained where she was. Dutch envisioned his cock drooling in his slacks and glanced down to find that he was developing a large wet spot. While looking down he noted that Rosa and Ann were holding hands under the table, and going from lap to lap.