Chapter 299: Quite Peculiar Parents

“That was completely odd, but I won’t complain one bit. I can save a lot on train tickets to and from work,” she told me.

I could see why as soon as I saw the ticket price, even though this was a local train versus an express. We only rode for two stops, but the distance was enough that it was too far to walk or bike to work. The government taxes cars heavily here, and the bus lines were such odd routes that she needed to make two transfers to get close enough to her home to walk. Once we left the train, it wasn’t far to reach the apartment building where she lived with her parents.

This place isn’t the slums, but it looks like it wouldn’t take much to make it become a slum.

Looks were very deceiving, it appears.

My impression of the building skyrocketed after we went through the beaten-up door and made it to the elevator lobby. Marble on the floors and walls, very high-end couches, and Mahogany paneled elevator, also with a marble floor, wasn’t something I would expect in a low-end building. She used her key to let us in and took me right into where everyone gathered after having finished their late afternoon meal.

A quick scan of the room told me a lot about the dress code and told me something useful. All the women and a few barely teenaged girls wearing wedding rings weren’t wearing the bloomers. They did have the pants as Teri had over her boxer style panties. All the other girls, well except the babies, wore bloomers. The boys wore what would pass as acceptable in a church back home where the strict dress code required everyone to wear immaculate, Sunday’s best clothes. While they did have on ties, they weren’t wearing jackets. Neither were any of the men.

“Mother, Father,” Teri said softly. “Meet Darren. I am joining him for dinner. Excuse me while I redress myself in proper dinner attire.”

Her dad stood up, or at least the man who looked to be the dad given the gray-headed man and woman being the oldest in the room. He was showing a bit of grey himself.

We did the hand-shake thing, where I didn’t try to break his hand but wanted him to know I could, before he said, “Please join us, Darren, so that we may get better acquainted. We have a coat rack to your left. If you wish, you may remove your jacket and hang it there. I wouldn’t want it dirtied.”

The old couple whispered between each other. I heard the elderly couple saying how that it wasn’t allowed for children to bring home a strange person of the opposite sex and announce they were joining that person for dinner. It kicked them into a discussion about how Teri changed into “rural farmhand” clothes at the computer store.

I enjoyed watching the reactions of the others when I took off my jacket. They couldn’t miss that my coat wasn’t faking that I was very well-muscled and very fit.

On my way to the offered seat, a girl blurted out, “Is that indeed his penis outlined by his trousers? How can a penis be approximately seventeen centimeters in length while not being erect, mother? Did you not tell me to expect my husband’s penis to be around fifteen centimeters in length when fully erect, like those of my brothers and uncles, if I was very fortunate?”

“Jolanda Grace,” her mom said in a stern tone. “That is not a proper subject to discuss in front of males, especially a guest. Males concern themselves with penis size much as girls do breast size.”

To me, the woman apologized profusely. It did stop the grandparent’s discussion as they listen to the interplay, but it was clear they didn’t understand the language spoken to get the details, just the stern rebuke.

I went to stand in front of the girl before turning to her mother to ask, “If it is not a taboo subject and a male you just met is permitted to discuss, I would have no issues answering her question. In my home country, we discuss such things regularly provided both parties are comfortable. I do not know your customs or ways, so I do not wish to anger you by speaking out of place.”

The woman turned to her husband to discuss the matter while the grandparents started asking each other if they knew what was going on. The grandparent’s language was very similar to the formal language the elder spoke. It varied just enough that the elite groups and Teri’s grandparents wouldn’t be able to understand each other. Seeing the parents were seriously talking things over, I decided to update the grandparents and let Jolanda check out the bulge of my penis from inches away. Being out of sight of her grandparents, parents, and most siblings, she did reach up quickly check if it was real.

“Pardon my interruption. I’m Darren. Teri helped me replace my heavily damaged computer. She worked through her meal break to aid my urgent need so that I wouldn’t have to come back tomorrow to pick it up. It seemed only right for me to offer to take her out to a meal in repayment,” I told them. “Your young married granddaughter observed that my penis, with a limp measurement of approximately seventeen centimeters, was outlined by my trousers where it rests against my thigh. Where I live, I would have just answered her question outright, but I’m in her home, not my own. Her mother and father are discussing if I can answer the girl’s question or defer for her mother to discuss later. I’m sorry to have caused such turmoil. I see that no one saw to include you, so I chose to do so myself.”

Ok. I’m not that sorry. Did the older people even hear the last part of what I said? They look shocked that I can speak their language. Oh. Wait. Everyone else seems surprised too.

After the noise in the room quieted down, the girl’s mother said, “Darren, it is highly irregular for a male outside of the family to have intimate discussions of this nature with a girl or woman not betrothed to you. I know such is also a taboo subject among other males, even those curious about how they measure up to their siblings and friends.”

“I’ve never been in the presence of one who could have a penis seventeen centimeters in length. If Darren is willing, please request that he allow us all to see such a marvel of nature,” the grandmother said to the mother in some other language only the mother seemed to understand.

In that same language, I replied, “I would like to add, privately between the three of us, that I have visited many nudist resorts. My penis only gained this length recently. I would offer to undress fully, but I know very well what will happen if I do so. I cannot bring that shame and dishonor to your family. Now I do not mind dropping my pants and undergarments so that everyone can indeed see that it is indeed my penis and not some prop.”

“How?” the mother asked. “How do you speak both languages?”

I smiled and quickly explained that I found I’m a natural linguist. Languages just seem to pop into my head after I hear them for a short period.

“If you are sure you will not find it embarrassing to present your manhood to the eyes of my children, I will request you do as my mother wishes,” the mother said.

With a nod, she cleared her throat and said, “Darren, you are quite the enigma. My daughter spoke without permission and asked a very embarrassing question. She cannot be the only one with that question. I cannot deny I am highly curious about the existence of a penis of that length. If you are not uncomfortable doing so, would you permit my daughter to undress you from the waist down as she is the one who questioned the length of your manhood.”

A nod and Jolanda blushed before nervously working on getting my pants undone and then pulling down the various undergarments. She turned me so that everyone could get a good look at my dick, but no one could see the wet spot in her crotch as she reached up to check it out, without asking first. As expected, I quickly rose to the occasion. Jolanda excused herself, whispered something to her mother, and then rushed off down the hallway where Teri had vanished. Other girls in here came over to see that it was indeed real, some also taking a quick feel to be sure. Some boys looked closely but didn’t touch.

Jolanda soon returned to take back her spot on the floor. She chose to sit in a way that answered the unasked question of where she went so urgently. Balanced on the balls of her feet, she spread her knees out for balance while also pulling her dress up so it would pool in her lap. From how she had her very wet pubes plastered to the side of her legs and her red, swollen clit, she began to get herself off and stopped. Teri chose then to return from changing her clothes.

Moving behind me, Teri reached one hand up under my shirts to rub my chest. Her other hand went to my dick to start stroking me as the others watched, entranced. Well, all but her parents and grandparents. A long moan from just outside the room told me that her mom wasn’t waiting to get behind closed doors to start their fun.

Teri whispered in my ear that she was going to stroke my dick until I was going to cum and then aim it right at Jolanda’s now spread open pussy. She was safe right now. To make sure I knew the score, Teri also pointed out the number of girls with hands under their dresses damning themselves to hell just as much as their brothers and cousins. Jolanda was so horny that she didn’t even notice that she was on her knees an inch from the head of my cock. Teri started slapping it on Jolanda’s lips as she jacked me off. Jolanda got the hint quickly and got me in her mouth. She sucked me as Teri jacked me off.

I know I should stop, but this isn’t hurting anyone, and their parents, or aunt and uncle, did even close their bedroom door.

The longer Teri jacked me, and Jolanda sucked me, the more I began seeing girl’s bloomers, biking style shorts, and granny panties around their knees and then ankles. Some boys had their dicks out, but all had a handkerchief in their other hand. I quickly found out which cousins were kissing cousins. I could see the girls who were still a virgin, but no boy knows how to rub a girl’s clit like him, or she jacked his dick expertly from a lot of practice.

As with sex, the boys didn’t last long. The few that were still rubbing one of the girl’s pussies kept watching. The others quickly slipped from the room. I made myself hold out until Jolanda was about to cum. I pushed enough orgasm energy into her that she came very hard, popped her mouth off my dick to moan out, and fell back against the girl right behind her. With her legs now spread as wide as she could, while staring hungrily at my dick, Teri got me aimed me on target as I fired a dozen hard loads of sperm-free milky-white goodness right against her wet cum cavern from a few feet away. I could tell I had many more powerful blasts to cum, but instead of hitting their target, they hit the back of a girl’s throat who rushed over from somewhere. She swallowed before lifting her dress to rub my still slowly spurting dick between her legs to get two inches inside her that weren’t going to have any chance of getting her pregnant. It was only her bloomers, shorts, and panties around her legs, keeping her from being able to get more of me inside her. What I did have got a very nice hot dick massage. She pulled away, kissed me on the cheek, and told me just those few inches were more than her husband had gotten inside her in their three years of marriage.

The loud banging from one bedroom and grandma moaning out obscenities from another quickly changed from hot and horny to disgusted and embarrassed with what they were showing each other.

After redressing me, Teri quickly took me to her room to put my backpack for safekeeping. I slipped my jacket on, and we were off to dinner.

With the unlimited rail pass, Teri suggested an upscale restaurant that people who dressed like her family and had prudish, outdated, pre-sexual revolution thoughts about girls and marriage went to eat. People seeing her with me was going to cause a lot of tongues to start wagging. The place was so costly that young couples could only eat here if treated by someone in their family with money. It was outlandish for someone my age, where I looked even younger than I am, to be taking Teri there for dinner.

I asked about reservations, and she told me that we would have to put our name on the list and wait like everyone else. At least we dressed correctly to get a seat over the others that we would see waiting.

I know this drill way too well.

As we rode the train, she told me that Jolanda loved to suck dicks, not for the creamy surprise at the end, but because it let them at least give her big sisters a chance at feeling some dick inside them. Not that it had worked out all that well yet. She suspected that Jolanda was also giving her cousins and brothers some oral servicing as well, in exchange for favors sometime in the future. Her mom and grandmother both knew about it and told Jolanda that if she lost her cherry that she was out on her ass.

I got the name of the restaurant and texted it to Elena. I knew there was a time difference, but she texted back before we got to the train station near the restaurant. It wasn’t one of theirs but did belong to a business colleague of her dad. She said she would appreciate it if I could do like I did at her dad’s restaurants and shoot her a report.

Inside I was surprised to get a pleasant response from the maître de. When I said it was just the two of us, the man discretely explained that I would need to provide a method of payment to cover the costs of the meal, wine, drinks, and tips due to my youthful appearance. I whispered to Teri that I had no idea of the value of their local currency. She cautioned me not to give dollars or Euros as places like this had a reputation for inflating the local currency exchange rate to line their own pockets. I handed her the stack of local currency. Her eyes went wide as she thumbed through it. Finally, she gave me a stack of bills that she said would make it clear we could eat like pigs and drink like alcoholics without using all the money she had me give the maître de.

Unexpectedly he told us we only needed to wait for a clean table to seat us. At least two of the women waiting went to discuss the preferential treatment. Dressed in designer shorts and a t-shirt, they didn’t fit the preferred clothing style for customers. Now he didn’t tell them that. Instead, he mentioned that we were a young man and woman given rare permission to dine unaccompanied by chaperones. It wouldn’t do for me to have saved up to bring Teri here just to have to leave before he could seat us due to needing to return before Teri’s curfew. That mollified the two women.

It isn’t like they were going to get a table over someone dressed like most of the people dining here.

We didn’t even make it sit down to wait before he called us back. Instead of the two or four-person tables, he took us to a booth that gave us at least some privacy, even if it was too small for Teri and me to sit side by side. With no need to drive, we had glasses of the suggested wines to go with the various courses of the meals we chose. Teri could pack away the food, so ordered another entre to share before dessert. I didn’t feel any of the alcohol’s effect, but Teri was a bit drunk.

Luckily, she stopped drinking wine and begin drinking water so she wouldn’t get to the point of puking.

The train ride back was quicker than the way out, and soon I was using her key to let us into her family’s apartment. She led me back to the bedroom she had all to herself, for now. She tried her best to get her clothes off, and I had to help her with the buttons. Soon she was naked and told me to strip too. We needed to shower and use the bathroom before bed.

“What about your parents,” I asked.

With us both naked, she took my hand to lead me down the hall to the bathroom to shower. Two of her sisters were already in the shower, so Teri sat down to pee. They didn’t know I was in there until one started complaining about the other one always getting shampoo in her eyes when washing her hair. The other complained that the other never cleaned her well.