Chapter 8

Sometime before dawn my bladder woke me, and I found Cindi still holding my hand. She had shifted somewhat, and my hand was resting right on Brenda's right breast. When I tried to move it so she wouldn't think I was trying to feel her up in her sleep, Brenda stopped me. "Please leave it there. I love having someone touch me who is not just out for themselves. Your hand feels so warm and gentle on me, and that gives me comfort." She shifted slightly, bringing my hand inside the neck of her nightgown and into direct contact with her breast and erect nipple.

That led to direct erection and Mr. Johnson was partially resting against her thigh. When again I tried to move, she touched my hip and held me in place. "It's Ok. I know you're not trying to have sex with me, and the closeness and intimacy are so pleasant right now. Please let me enjoy having a man touch me without needing to hurt me."

Before I could frame an answer, Cindi said, "Please Davy? Let Mommy know what true love feels like? I know you would never try to do it with her, but she needs to know what it feels like to be touched without being used. She and I have talked about how George used her for years, and I know you are trying not to be a typical horny man. So does Mommy."

I gave up and let Brenda hold my hand against her nipple, and Cindi held my hand in place inside her mother's nightgown, so I guessed I wasn't in trouble with her. The real problem was Mr. Johnson. He was pulsating against Brenda's thigh, and she HAD to be able to feel that.

She did.

"Cindi, darling, reach over me and feel what David has resting against my leg," she said with just a hint of a smile in her voice.

I was mortified but stuck, so I waited for Cindi to release my hand and feel for my erection.

When she found it, she gave her mother a look, which caused Brenda to say, "He is definitely a Big Boy, just like you said, baby."

Cindi laughed and replied, "Mom, Davy and I made love until I am way too sore to have him inside me for a few days. You caused this, you make it go away." She let go, leaned all the way over and kissed me like we kissed the night before. Cindi was right atop Brenda, who was breathing heavily from the combined show, my erection poking into her thigh, and Cindi and I making out right in her face.

When she was done kissing me, Cindi said, "Davy, let mother deal with your ... little ... umm BIG ... problem there. She's the one that got you going, and she should finish what she started."

I started to get out of bed and move to the other room, but Brenda's hand slithered down inside my shorts and wrapped itself around Mr. Johnson.

I kind of liked that!

This was entirely uncharted territory. I had no idea how to proceed, so I remained still and let Brenda set the pace.

When she finished exploring Mr. Johnson with her hand, she muttered, "Baby, you weren't kidding when you said David was twice the size of George. Didn't it hurt when he pushed that tree limb inside you?"

Cindi sat all the way up to discuss Mr. Johnson. "Nope. He spent about hour using his mouth on me, getting me off again, and again, and again. By the time I forced him inside me, I was so hot, wet, and loose, he made it all the way inside in one stroke. You can feel how hot it is. Think about that all the way up inside you, sliding back and forth, in and out, until you squirt all over both of you."

"You two realize I'm right here, right?" This was way out in the twilight zone somewhere.

Cindi laughed and said, "Shut up. We're having girl talk here." She giggled, causing Brenda to do the same.

Brenda broke the silence that ensued. "Baby, did you use your mouth on David, after what he did for you last night?"

"NO Mother. I was way too busy coming until I passed out." Cindi sounded just a bit defensive, and I wanted this conversation to be over.

"Well, I know I taught you better than that. If you want to keep a good man, you have to give as good as you get, darling." She twisted around, took me in her mouth, and showed me that she'd had lots of quality experience with oral sex.

I let her use her wonderful mouth on me, but almost immediately I started to feel guilty. Cindi was leaning all the way over to see better when I pulled Brenda up, shifted us into a sixty-nine, and went to work on her with everything I had.

It didn't take long for either of us, and just as I warned Brenda of my impending climax, she slammed her pelvis against my face, screamed my name, and came.

It was quite an intense orgasm.

Brenda said a bunch of dirty words as she squirmed, bounced, pressed, and bucked at my tongue. Cindi watched with a look of sheer shock on her face, but got into it when she felt my fingers on her clit. Giving into the sensations, Cindi came almost before Brenda finished. She must have been on a hair trigger.

Brenda managed to catch every drop of my eruption, and made no secret out of swallowing it all down - much to Cindi's envy. "That tasted so good," she panted after pulling herself off my mouth. "Cindi, you need to do whatever it takes to keep David. I've had a lot of sex, but no one even approached making me feel what he just did." She shivered when she said it and snuggled deeper into the bed.