Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: TheSpringg
Title: Neighborly Help
Part: Full story (rev.  April 2021)
Summary: A widow and her daughter move in next door.
Keywords: teen, MILF, Mother-daughter, spanking, mast, MF, MFf, First
Pages: 131
This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all

imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.

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   Sitting at my desk, looking out a second story bay window, I watched the
moving truck arrive and begin preparation to unload furniture and boxes at
the house next door.  I guess you could say I was being a nosey neighbor.

   I had taken an early retirement, a little over two years previously, to
spend more time with my ailing my wife of thirty years.  She had passed
away a little over a year ago and I was still struggling emotionally.  Her
loss had hit my daughter, Lilly, hard as well.  Since she was just starting
her senior year in college across the country, I didn't see her very often.
I had traveled to Europe, visited national parks and even went on a cruise
alone in a vain attempt to keep myself from becoming depressed.  I wasn't
wealthy but neither did I need more money than I already had.  Even so, I
was beginning to contemplate looking for some consulting work, just for
something to do.  I wasn't even 60, fit and in good health.  Traveling was
an escape, but there were only so many projects I needed to do to prepare
the big old house for sale.  In short, I was getting restless and
struggling.  The only thing that kept me going was knowing how hard it
would be on Lilly if I just let go of life.

   I smiled to myself when I saw a Lexus pull up and an attractive young
brunette get out.  She had well styled shoulder length brown hair and was
dressed in a tailored suit and heels.  She approached the moving foreman
confidently, apparently answering questions and giving directions.  A
teenage girl got out of the passenger side door, the daughter presumably,
though the woman looked too young to be a high schooler's mother.  She was
a brunette as well, with long hair and tight jeans and a halter top, with
white, wireless earbuds in her ears.

   The movers jumped into action and were quickly offloading the big moving
van.  My late wife, Nicole, would have started baking cookies, putting
together a fruit basket or a vase of flowers to welcome the new neighbors.
I supposed that I could find some way to welcome the new family, but had no
immediate ideas other than baking cookies.  Instead, I went out to mow the
front lawn, not so much because it needed it, but because I had nothing
else that needed doing.  Who knows, I might get even a closer look at the
new neighbors.  Yes, I confess, I was being nosey, but whatever I had hoped
to see, I was disappointed.  The movers finished unloading quickly and even
removed a large number of empty boxes, without a second sighting of the new
family.  I set about emptying the lawn mower.

   "Excuse meÉ" a female voice said behind me, as I unloaded the last of
the lawn cuttings into a compost bin on the side of the house.  Startled, I
turned to see an unfamiliar woman in jeans and an old sweatshirt.  She
appeared to be in her early to mid-thirties.

   "Hi, I'm Diane McGuin, your new neighbor." I must have looked puzzled.
She looked nothing like the well assembled woman who had arrived hours
earlier.

   "Oh, Hi.  I'm Alan." I responded.  She was beautiful, even with the
casual clothes and her hair carelessly pulled back.

   "Alan Dumont.  Welcome to the neighborhood." And held how my hand to
shake.  Her grasp was firm, though her hands were soft and warm.  I felt
sure that I sighed out loud, but perhaps it was all in my head.  Her touch
brought back a flood of memories of Nicole.

   "I am sorry to have bothered you." She looked concerned and hesitant. 
"Uh, I saw you working out here and justÉ just wanted to say Ôhi!'"

   "Thank you.  No, it's alright.  You're not bothering me.  I am the one
who should be welcoming you.  A fruit basket, fresh baked cookies or a
cakeÉ The "Whole Welcome Wagon" thing.  You chose a great neighborhood -
friendly, quiet and very safe.  Please let me know if you need any help
settling in.  I am retired, so I don't have a full calendar.  You'll never
be a bother." I sputtered, letting my mouth motor on without my brain being
fully in control of the words that spilled out.

   "Thank you, Alan!" She beamed a smile that melted me.  "I did hope I
could ask for some helpÉ"

   "Sure, anything." I promised.

   "How are you with computers.  You see I have been working from home
during the move, and I really need to set up my computer quickly.  I have a
report to email and I don't even have the Wi-Fi set up." She pleaded.

   "I used to run the IT shop for a fortune 500, which means I know more
about managing other people than doing it myself, but I should be able to
get you set up."

   She beamed another irresistible smile.

   "Lead the way." I offered.

   She looked expectantly at my house and seemed about to say something,
but quickly thought better of it and turned to her house.

   "Is your internet turned on?" I asked as we entered her house.

   "No, but the cable guy should be here any moment nowÉ At least any
moment between 8:00 AM and 5:00 PM." She half chuckled.

   "Rosie?  Come meet Mr.  Dumont, our new neighbor." She called out. 
"Rosemary is my daughter.  She is 16 going on 21." She added in a quiet
aside to me only.

   "Is she adopted?" I blurted out without thinking, and quickly tried to
recover.  "You're too young to have a daughter, let alone one that's 16!"

   "Well, you do say the sweetest things!" Her smile was genuine, "But I am
sorry to disappoint you, but I was young back then and it feels like I am
more than old enough now."

   Rosemary appeared in the door, having overheard our banter, she was
rolling her eyes overly dramatically as she removed an earbud from her ear.

   "Hi Rosemary!" I said extending my hand.  "I live in the gray house next
door.  Welcome to the neighborhood."

   "Oh.  Hi.  Thanks!" she said, put the earbud back and retreated through
the door from which she had appeared.

   "Sorry," Diane started, but stopped when I put a hand on her shoulder.

   "I have a grown daughter of my own.  I know the stages they go through."

   She smiled with relief and led me to the master bedroom with a desk, a
desk chair and some boxes under a corner window facing my house.  In fact I
could see my study from the window.

   "Let me sort this out." I said.  "You must have tons to do.  I can get
this set up so the cable man can do his thing whenever he gets here."

   "At least let me get you something to drink." She offered.

   "Just water, no ice." I replied, knowing that they wouldn't have stocked
anything in the kitchen yet.

   She left and I quickly found her laptop, a printer, various cables, a
power strip, and a Wi-Fi router in the boxes.  Set up was brain dead
simple, but without internet she wasn't going anywhere.  The laptop's Wi-Fi
was on, and it said there were connections available, including my router
with a with a surprisingly strong signal, certainly more than enough to get
her going.  I connected to it when Diane returned with a glass in hand.

   "Sorry to take so long.  I had to unpack some glasses and wash them
first." Her hands were still wet, but she seemed pleased with herself.

   "Maybe you need to unpack some towels too?" I suggested, looking
pointedly at her wet hand and the dripping glass.

   She handed the glass to me and wiped her hands on her sweatshirt,
leaving wet hand prints on her chest.  I hoped she didn't notice me
staring.

   "You're all set up.  You said had some urgent work, so I connected you
to my WIFI router.  You should be good to go." I said.  "You can give me a
call and if you need help once your internet is turned on.  In fact, if
Rosemary needs her iPad, or something connected, I can do that too."

   "No, you've done too much already.  It's really okay." She said.

   I shrugged, handed the half full glass back, and headed to the door.

   "Please me know if you need anything else!" I said feeling like I was
begging.  Before I could leave, Rosemary appeared.

   "Mom, when's the cable guy coming for the internet?" she asked.

   Diane looked at me with and embarrassed, almost pleading look.

   "Sure." I said, nodding to Diane.  "Hey Rosemary, I set your mother up
on my Wi-Fi, just until you're up and running on your own here.  Want me to
do the same for you?"

   "Great!" She gave me a bright look and a smile that was cloned from her
mother.

   She ran back to her room and returned with a MacBook.  In minutes, she
was set up and running and I returned home.

   Thinking about boosting their signal, I moved my router to my study
window facing their house.  My computer was turned off, so the blinking
lights on the router must have been them.

   Later than evening as I sat down at my computer, I looked over at their
house.  I could see two lights in the upstairs bedrooms facing my house. 
The rest of their house was dark.  I noticed the router still blinking and
wondered if the cable man had let them down.  When my computer was up and
running, I looked down at the modem again, wondering.  I opened a browser
window and typed in "192.168.100.1" and logged into the router interface.
Under administration settings, I found the log file.  There wasn't a lot of
activity, mainly iTunes, several hits on some unfamiliar IP addresses that
I didn't recognize.  I copied the log to a text file and ran the unresolved
IP addresses through a program that gave me the URLs.  Clearly, someone
there was watching porn, and even more interesting it was a site
specializing in older men with younger women.  Was it Rosemary who had
tastes for older men, or was Diane fantasizing?  Whomever it was, it had my
mind racing and my cock hard.

   Two days later, and the lights on my router were still blinking. 
Occasional review of the logs show the same pattern of internet use, with
the addition of some new porn sites, one that specialized in older women
and girls caught my eye.  My imagination ran wild.  I had to know, was it
the mother or the daughter?

   Around mid-day, I was returning from the supermarket, when I saw Diane
walking up the sidewalk towards me.  I put my groceries down, and waited
for her to approach.

   "Hi Alan." She called.  "I've been meaning to come over and ask your
help again.  The cable guy came so late the other day that he didn't have
time to set up the internet on our computers for us before I had to go out.
We're still mooching on your Wi-Fi and I feel terrible about it."

   "It's really no problem, little girl!" I don't know what made me say
that, but I continued.  "It's only me and I don't really web surf that
much. Can I stop over when I get these groceries stowed away?"

   She didn't seem to notice the little girl comment, and melted me with
another of her smiles, telling me she would leave the door open and to just
call out when I came in.

   Having put away the groceries, I looked at myself in the mirror - not
too bad considering.  Perhaps I should start working out more regularly.

   Their front door was open, so I entered and called out.  Diane appeared
at the top of the stairs and motioned for me to come up.  When I got to the
top of the stairs, she motioned towards her bedroom.

   "He put the internet wire thingamabob in here next to the desk."

   I saw a fiber optic ONT, low on the wall.  It was the same setup that I
had.

   "This will be easy." I assured her.

   She smiled again.  She had to stop doing that.

   "Would you like something to drink?"

   "I'm good." I replied.  I spotted a piece of paper from Verizon on the
desk and the router's manual with the information that I needed.  "I'll
just be a few minutes.  I'll set the DNS, the SSID and a password.  Once I
get this done, we can set up your laptops."

   "I love it when a guy talks all technical." She smirked.  "Anyway, my
laptop is right there on the bed with the WIFI thing's box, and Rosie's is
in her room.  Probably under a pile of clothes.  I'll get you some lemonade
anyway." And she left the room.

   It took no time at all to put the router through its setup wizard and
connect her laptop to it.  Since I had the browser open, I quickly snooped
her history.  Sure enough, Diane was my porn watcher.  I guess it
understandable, as there didn't appear to be a man in the house and she had
never mentioned being married.  Why shouldn't women get as horny as men?

   I wandered down the hall and found Rosemary's room.  She clearly hadn't
moved in completely and it still looked like a tornado had hit the room.  I
didn't see her laptop immediately and felt like I shouldn't be nosey, so I
turned around to leave, when I saw a corner of her MacBook sticking out
from under a light blue, lacy bra and crumpled t-shirt on the bed.  I
picked up the bra and couldn't help but think of Rosie having just worn it.
Hearing footsteps on the stairs, I dropped the bra and retrieved the
laptop. I was heading back towards Diane's room when she appeared at the
top of the stairs with two glasses of lemonade.  She glanced through the
open door to Rosie's room and visibly shuddered.

   "Sorry you had to see that mess." she said, and I just shrugged.

   Sitting on the one chair in her bedroom with the MacBook open on my
knee, I quickly configured it for their router.

   "I have a terrible sense of humor." I confessed.

   She gave me a puzzled look.

   "I named your access point 'Dollhouse' and the password is '1itt1eGir1'.
That's all one word and all the "L's" are substituted for number 1.  I
wrote it here on a post-it."

   She cocked her head to one side and looked at me for a moment.

   "I'm sorry, I like a said.  Bad sense of humor.  I'll change it." I
stammered.

   "No!  Don't.  Leave it like that.  It's cute." she said with a smile
that could melt my heart.  "It's the second time you've called me Little
Girl, and you know what?  I like it coming from you."

   The front door slammed shut and I was still blushing when Rosie raced up
the stairs and ran straight to her room, slamming the door.  A moment later
she yelled out, "Where's my fucking laptop?" as she marched down the hall
to her mother's room.  Her eyes were blazing when she saw the laptop in my
hand.

   "Rosie, your manners!" Diane said firmly.  "Mr.  Dumont, was just
setting up our own internet, after he's been so kind as to let us use his
for the past few days.  I think thanks are in order, young lady."

   "It's nothing." I interjected, offering the laptop in the same moment
she reached over to take it from me.

   "Sorry.  Thanks." she said with her eyes downcast, unwilling to meet my
gaze.

   "You're welcome, Rosie.  And hey, if you want, I have a swimming pool
which doesn't get used much, you're welcome to use it anytime, if it's okay
with your Mom, that is." I offered and turned to Diane.  When she nodded, I
added, "The side gate is always open, so just let yourself in.  The offer's
good for you too, if you like, Diane."

   Rosie brightened visibly and looked at her mother, who nodded.

   "Thanks, Mr.  Dumont.  I love to swim!" she said and left with her
MacBook.

   "Sometimes I just don't know what to do with her," Diane apologized
again, "Thanks for the offer of the pool.  That's one thing this house
doesn't have that the old one did.  She really does love to swim.  What can
I do to even the score a little?  You're being too nice to us.  Dinner on
Saturday evening, perhaps?"

   "A bachelor never turns down a dinner invitation." I said, eager to
spend more time in the company of this beautiful woman.  "Just let me know
what time, and what we're having, so I can bring wine."

   A couple days later, on Saturday afternoon, I heard the side gate creak
and looked out the window.  Rosie was entering my backyard with a towel
draped over her shoulder.  I walked to my bedroom which overlooked the pool
in the backyard and watched as she slowly lifted her t-shirt over her head,
revealing an aqua colored bikini top and then slipped out of her cutoff
jeans to show matching bikini bottoms.  She had a slender, almost
waif-like, physique but with nice curves in the right places.  Her as was
tight and rounded, and she had bigger breasts than the flat chest that I
had expected.  She dove right into the pool and began doing laps, moving
quickly and smoothly through the water.  She must have done twenty or
thirty laps before she pulled herself out of the pool, spread her towel on
the deck and lay down in the sun.

   I went downstairs, poured a couple of glasses of lemonade, and went out
to offer her one.  She accepted politely and lay back down on her tummy.  I
sat for a while trying to disguise that I was admiring the view by making
small talk, but that really didn't go anywhere.  She seemed sullen, and not
interested in talking.  I finished my lemonade quickly and retreated to the
house.

   That evening, I found myself at the "Doll House" with a couple of
bottles of wine and two small bouquets of roses.  Diane let me in and her
eyes brightened at the sight of the flowers and wine.

   "A real gentleman!" she enthused.  "Come in!"

   The dining room table was set for three, but I sat at the granite
counter facing the kitchen and drank a mojito as I watched Diane move
skillfully through her preparations for our dinner.  When it was clear that
the meal was ready, there was still no sign of Rosemary.  Diane could
scarcely hide her disappointment when she suggested that we eat without her
daughter.

   "She knew what time dinner was, but she's been angry ever since we
moved." Diane explained as we ate.  "I tried to do everything right.  We
waited until the end of the school year, and I look all the counsellor's
suggestions.  But she seems to blame me."

   "What's to blame?  You have a beautiful house.  She'll make new friends.
The school is excellent here." I said.

   "It's a long story, and I don't want to burden you with our tale of
woe." She replied.

   "Please, it's really okay." I said but was interrupted again when the
front door opened and slammed as Rosemary stormed up to her room again.  I
put my hand on Diane's, and quieted her before she could yell at her
daughter.

   "Let it go for a moment and tell me what's up.  I did raise a girl, you
remember." I said in an assuring tone.  Diane started tear up and
restrained herself.

   "It's okay.  Look, dinner can wait.  Let's give her a while to cool down
from whatever is brewing.  You and I can go sit in the living room, and
finish our drinks." I took her by the hand and led her to sofa in the
living room.  She smiled weakly and tears streamed down her face, as we sat
side-by-side on the sofa.  She looked at me though her tears, and I wanted
to hug her close and console her.

   "It started when I lost Don, my husband, last year.  They were really
close - daddy's girl.  When he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, we
were told that there was little hope for a cure.  He would have 6 months.
He wanted to break it to her slowly, so we didn't tell her right away.  He
wanted us to have some quality time together as a family.  So, we went on a
couple of wonderful vacations together and had a great time, but he didn't
have 6 months.  It was more like 3 months and he was gone.  It was sudden
for me, but for Rosemary it was way too sudden.  He never got to break it
to her slowly." She sighed and I pulled her close into a hug, as she cried.


   "Then we had to move out of that house.  I was in a funk.  She was
falling apart, getting lousy grades and falling in with some lousy company.
I had to get away from that house and the memories it stirred up.  I needed
to start over.  So here we are.  It's not even a year and I am finally
putting myself back together, but she's still hurting and angry inside. 
Besides, I have never been able to control her.  Discipline was always
Don's domain." She went silent.

   "Discipline?" I queried

   "She has always been a little wild, and Don was the only one who could
bring her in line.  You see.  Well...  It may not be completely approved of
and politically correct, but Don used to spank her." She confessed.

   "Oh, people can be so judgmental," I said, "but my girl was spanked
too."

   She looked at me with surprise.  "When did you stop?" She asked.

   "Honestly?  When she went away to college." I said calmly, and received
a relieved look back.  It wasn't exactly true, but I knew it would tell her
that I was not one to judge her or her late husband harshly.  In fact, I
the last time that I spanked Lily, she was about 13 years old, and even
then, it was rare.  She was just a good girl and her mother's death came
when she was somewhat older and more independent that Rosemary was when her
father died.

   We separated and sat quietly for a moment before Diane suggested that we
go ahead and eat.  The dinner was still warm and delicious.  I was in the
kitchen, washing dishes when Rosie finally came down, looking hungry.  Her
mother couldn't help but glare at her, but she ignored her and came
straight over to me.

   "I am sorry that I missed dinner, Mr.  Dumont." She said meekly.  "I
really do appreciate all you've done for us."

   I could see that Rosie had been crying too, and I also saw Diane's
relief at her daughter's act of contrition, and I took a chance.  I wiped
my hands on a dishtowel and took Rosie's hand.

   "Rosie, my girl is grown up and in college, but she used to talk to me
when she had problems.  I sorta miss that, so if you'd ever want to talk,
it would really make me feel good again." I said quietly.  She looked at me
appraisingly.

   "Okay." She said, much to my surprise.  She then looked over her
shoulder at her mother, who just nodded with a slight smile.

   Rosie led me downstairs to the basement recreation room and flopped onto
a beanbag chair without turning on any lights.  There was just the glow of
a nightlight in a wall socket.  I found another bean bag and pulled it over
next to her and sat quietly in the near dark.  After a long silence
interrupted only by her breathing, she finally spoke.

   "Where is your girl?  Where is your wife?" she asked quietly.

   "Lilly are is in Seattle.  She's just finishing her junior year in
college there." I said slowly.  "My wife, Nicole, passed away a little over
a year ago."

   "About the same time as my dad.  What did she die of?  My dad died of
cancer."

   "She did too.  A brain tumor." I said sadly.

   "Do you think my mom is pretty?" she asked.

   "I thought we were here to talk about you?" I deflected, but added, "Of
course I think she's pretty.  I'm not blind!  You miss your dad, don't
you?"

   "Yeah." followed by a long silence.

   "Your mom thinks you're mad at her." I added.

   "Mad at her?  Hell no!  I just mad at fuckin' god.  Mad at fuckin' life.
Not her." she swore.

   "Did you used to swear like that with your dad?" I asked calmly.

   "No." and another silence.

   "He would have spanked me." she finally added.

   "I spanked my girl too." I added.  "When she did bad stuff.  How did it
make you feel, when he spanked you?

   "It hurt." she stated.

   "I asked how it made you feel." I repeated.

   "I knew he loved me." she said after a long pause.  "I loved him so
much."

   "I am sure he loved you too.  You're Mom doesn't spank you?" I asked.

   "No.  She couldn't even stand to watch him spank me."

   "Do you think that means she doesn't love you?" I asked.

   "Fuck no...  Sorry.  No.  I know she loves me."

   "What happened this evening that made you late and upset you?" I asked.

   "Stuff."

   "I thought we were talking?  No more words than 'Stuff?'" I pressed

   "Don't tell, Mom?" She asked.

   "Okay, as long as it's not like something criminal." I joked, and she
looked at me cross-eyed and stuck out her tongue.  I was glad to see a
sense of humor making an appearance.

   "I was hanging out with Rich." she paused again.  "A guy I know.  He
wanted to do stuff that I'm not ready for, so I got mad and left.  Now I
think I lost my boyfriend."

   "Maybe not." I replied.  "But what's so wrong with seeing a guy and not
doing stuff all guys want to do.  Why hide it from Diane?"

   "Cuz he's from our old neighborhood.  My Mom thinks he's a bad influence
and doesn't want me to see him anymore.  She can't know I've been seeing
him."

   "Okay.  Secret #1 between us.  Why's she think he's bad?"

   "Cuz he's 30 years old and I am 16." she confessed.

   "Okay, I sorta see her reasoning, Rosie." I replied.

   "Can you stop calling me Rosie.  My mom calls me that.  Call me Rose."
she offered and I didn't know that significance of that change at the time.

   "Okay Rose, do you see why a 30 year old might not be a good match for a
16 year old?  What would your Dad have said?" I asked.

   "He would have spanked me."

   "Why don't we go upstairs and you eat dinner.  Your secret is safe with
me.  I want you to think about our talk, and maybe...  just maybe... 
You'll see that your dad was right and that you don't need to be spanked,
just need to remember, 'What Would Dad Do?' then follow his advice.  Think
about it?  Okay?"

   She nodded silently and we went upstairs.

   Rose ate quietly and retreated to her room, leaving Diane and I alone.
We sat companionably in the living room, each with a glass of wine topped
up after dinner.

   "What did you guys talk about?" Diane eventually got up the nerve to
ask.

   "Mostly we shared that I had lost my wife last year to a brain tumor and
she had lost her dad.  We found some common ground in that grief.  One
important thing she said was that she's not mad at you.  She loves you and
is grieving at the same time."

   "Did she mention the old neighborhood?  Missing friends?"

   "Yeah, that too, but before we talk too much.  I confess that she made
me promise to keep some confidentiality.  I guess I'm like her priest or
shrink now.  I promised I wouldn't blab unless it was truly something that
I couldn't keep secret in all good conscience." I said

   "I won't pry.  She had her confidences with her dad too, so I guess it's
a good sign she's willing to talk.  Just let me know if something is truly
serious or steer me in the right direction?" I could see the tears forming
again.  "Alan, I need help."

   "Diane, I think she's a good kid, smart too.  She needs time.  I think
you two will be fine.  I left her will a reminder to think about what her
dad would have wanted her to do." I replied.

   The evening wound down and I left with a kiss on the cheek from Diane
and a promise to make dinners a regular event.  I was thrilled and all
thoughts of chasing consulting projects evaporated from my mind.  Life was
getting interesting again.

   Rose became a regular at my pool.  She would swim and sunbathe and I
would bring down lemonade or a soft drink.  She grew more talkative and
shared more of her life.  She wasn't looking forward to making new friends
when she started at a new high school in the fall.  The one friend she
really missed was her best buddy, Emma.  They had grown up together and
were close.  Apparently, they still talked all the time on the phone.

   "Have you thought about our talk on Saturday night?" I asked one
afternoon.  It was the wrong question.  She just clammed up, set her drink
aside and went home.  She didn't come the next day or the day after.  When
Saturday rolled around again, I had a dinner invitation once more.  Diane
was true to her word of making it a regular affair.

   When I showed up at the "Doll House" with a bottle of wine again, Diane
greeted me with a smile, but I could tell it was forced.

   "Okay, what's up, little girl?" I asked

   "It's Rosie.  She's not back yet, again.  She was visiting her friend,
Emma, from the old neighborhood and promised to be back by dinner." The
smile was gone and she was fuming.

   "Settle down.  Does she have her phone?" I asked.

   "Yes.  She called a quarter hour ago.  She just said she'd be late and
hung up.  If Don were here she wouldn't have dared pull this shit."

   "I get it.  Put first things first.  Is she safe?"

   "Well, if she is really with Emma, yea."

   "Who else might she be with?"

   "A sleaze bag guy she calls her boyfriend.  I swear if that bastard
touches her, I will get him charged and convicted for statutory rape... 
and then I'll kill him."

   I put my arm around her to console her and suggested that we have a
glass of wine and maybe Rosie would have shown up by the time we were done.

   It took all the charm, chatter and reassurances that I could muster,
plus finishing a second glass of wine before Diane had wound down enough to
stop harping on how Rosie was making her crazy, and how had she failed
Rosie.  We were about to sit down to dinner without Rosie, when she finally
made an appearance.  I put a hand on Diane's before she could get a word
out.

   "Rose, You have upset your mother, but let's all sit down to eat." She
started to the stairs.  "Now!" I said firmly and she stopped in her tracks.
She looked at me with big, questioning eyes, and seeing that I was serious,
put her bag down at the bottom of the stairs and joined us.

   "You and I need to have another conversation, Rose, but we'll do that
after dinner."

   Diane and Rose looked surprised at my manner, and I could have assured
them that I was even more surprised by myself.  We ate with barely any
conversation and a tension in the air.  When Diane suggested dessert, I
countered that perhaps we could have dessert after Rose and I had a little
chat, if that was okay with Diane.  I could see that she struggled with the
suggestion, and finally agreed, so Rose and I went down to the basement
entertainment room again to talk.

   Once we were seated, Rose sitting sullenly on a beanbag chair, and
avoided the other beanbag chair, instead opting for a solid old wooden
straight back chair with no arms.

   "So it was Rich again, wasn't it." I stated

   She gave me a startled look that told me that I was spot on.

   "Have you been seeing him all week?" She shook her head.

   "Are you going to keep seeing him?" She was silent, so I waited, and
waited in silence until she finally broke and whispered "No."

   "Well?  We are still on Secret #1.  What happened?"

   "He's a jerk." Was all she said.

   "Okay, I hear your mother thinks she same thing."

   "What?" She practically screamed, looking like she wanted to attack me.
"You said it was confidential!!"

   "I didn't tell her you'd been seeing him.  When you were late getting
home, she was worried that you weren't really with Emma, but with...  what
did she call him?  'that sleaze bag?' She didn't say Rich, but I'm guessing
that was who she was referring to.  Am I right?  If we called Emma would
she lie for you?" She nodded then shook her head.

   "So I haven't broken our confidence.  What happened." It took a while
before she spoke.

   "He said I was a goodie two shoes little girl and if I didn't want to be
treated like a woman then he'd find a real girlfriend."

   "What did he mean by that?"

   "You know.  He wanted what all guys want."

   "Sex?"

   She nodded.

   "But you thought about what your dad would say, right?"

   She nodded again.

   "Well?"

   "I wanted to do it.  I kissed him and he started fooling with my boobs
and then when he got his hand under my bra...  I dunno.  I just freaked
out...." She paused and sniffled.  "And then he said if I didn't give him a
blowjob, I could just leave and he'd find a real woman."

   "So what did you do?"

   "I left and called mom to say I'd be late."

   "Okay." I thought out loud.  "How are you doing to make it right with
your mom.  And how are you going to assure me that we don't have this talk
about Rich again next week?"

   She broke down crying.  It was awful so see her sitting on the bean bag,
alone and in need of comfort.

   "Let's go up and tell your mom sorry, okay?"

   "Okay." she whispered, but didn't move so I waited.  "I miss my dad."
She whimpered.

   "I know baby.  We both have someone we love who's gone, but you got
someone upstairs who loves you, and you're freaking her out."

   "But he would have made it all better." She whispered again.

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah...  he woulda...  you know."

   "Spanked you?" Again she nodded silently looking up at me through her
tears.  I was in shock, but tried to hide it.

   "You want me to do it?"

   "Uh huh...  yeah" She breathed.

   "You trust me enough to do that?" I asked and she nodded.  "Maybe we
should see what your mother says first.  Don't you think?"

   "mmhmm." she replied.  "But don't tell her about Rich.  Just that I need
it for being rude and late."

   "I won't tell her anything.  You'll do the talking.  If she says yes,
then we'll see."

   We walked upstairs.  Diane had wine waiting for me and looked at us
expectantly.  Rose hugged her mother and holding her tight nudged her into
the kitchen while I waited in the living room.

   They came out after I had started my third glass of wine.  Diane sat
down next to me on the sofa, and looked into my eyes.  I felt as though she
was reaching into my soul and examining it for stains or imperfections. 
Trying to remain calm and silent I sat still under her scrutiny.  Rose
stood in the doorway, resting her weight on one leg, twisting the other
foot in front of her, and playing with her hair nervously.  Finally Diane
broke the silence.

   "This is very strange.  What's most odd about it, is that the same idea
had occurred to me over dinner." She paused.  "I don't know what anyone
outside this house would say if they knew I was about to ask a man, one
that I have only known for...  what?  A little over a week?  to discipline
my daughter." She paused again.  "But I guess right now I don't care what
anyone might think and I guess I trust you.  Please promise, both of you,
to keep it secret within these walls."

   I sat quietly, not knowing what to say, so that's what I said.

   "I don't know what to say, Diane." And fell silent.

   The situation was indeed odd, so I waited for them to make the first
move.  They waited too, and I finally felt compelled to break the painful
silence.  I took a deep breath.

   "When do we do this?  How do we do this?" I asked.

   "Oh, there's is no 'We' that involves me!" Diane said emphatically. 
"Don did the spanking and I never could stand to watch.  Rosie will have to
tell you, or you'll do it however you did it with your girl.  Just, please,
don't harm her.  That's all I ask."

   "I promise, Diane.  She'll probably think she's getting off easy.  Uh,
well, okay then.  Rose, where and when?" I asked.

   "In the rec room downstairs?  now?" she whispered.

   I looked at Diane questioningly, and she nodded, so I stood and followed
Rose down the stairs.  As I was closing the door behind me, I could hear
Diane mounting the stairs towards her bedroom.

   Once we were downstairs, I asked, "Do you want me to spank you like your
Dad did?" to which she nodded.  "Then you'll have to tell me how he did
it."

   She directed me to the straight backed wooden chair that I had been
seated in earlier.  I pulled it out to the center of the room.

   She nodded repeatedly when I asked, "Is this the actual chair he sat in?
How did he spank you then?  Over his knee with his bare hand?"

   So I sat and waited while she seemed to gather her nerves.  Suddenly,
she ran to the stairs, and I thought she had lost her resolve completely.

   "I forgot something.  I'll be right back." she called over her shoulder.
True to her word, she was back in a flash with a small brown bottle which
she set on the floor by the chair.

   Then, slowly and almost robotically, she started to unsnap the waist of
her jeans and I was secretly excited with this development.  She had
slender legs and a very firm, and well-proportioned bottom.  I was even
more excited when her T-shirt came off and she proceeded to unsnap her bra
and lower her panties.  Her breasts were already almost a b-cup, with small
tight nipples and swelling pink areolas.  Her pubic area was shaved bare
and only showed a smooth, puffy slit between her legs.  She was ready for a
completely nude discipline session, and I was hard pressed to not just
stare.

   "Did you always strip nude for spankings?" I asked matter-of-fact voice,
as she stepped to my side.

   "Yes, since I was a little girl, we always did it this way.  Should I
put my panties and bra back on for you?" She asked nervously in a cracking
dry voice.

   "No, you've already gone this far, let's just do it the way your Dad
would have done it.  You'll have to tell me how many and if I do it hard
enough, or too hard." I clarified.  She nodded her assent, and slowly lay
across my lap.  Thankfully, she lay far enough towards my knees that she
did not press up against my now full scale erection.  I would have been
mortified if she had felt my arousal.  I rested my right hand on her bottom
and the left on the small of her back.

   "When spanked my girl, I always made sure to talk about why she was
getting spanked.  You've already told me why you deserve this, but I need
you to be honest and tell me everything that happened.  Did Rich actually
do anything or was it all talk?  Did you let him touch you intimately?" She
silently nodded, so I asked, "Where?"

   "We just kissed and he touched my breasts and thighs through my
clothes." She said quietly.  "He never saw me naked."

   "Never touched your bare breasts?  Are you telling the truth?" she
twisted a little as I waited for her reply.  I found it hard to believe
that a guy alone with a ripe young girl like Rose could resist trying to
get her undressed.  "Well?" I insisted, resting my hand on her ass, while
she lay shaking across my lap.

   "Okay, he did.  He undid my bra and rubbed my breasts but that's when I
made him stop because he wanted me to suck him."

   "Did he take his penis out?" I asked, and she shook her head.

   "He wanted me to unzip him."

   "How would your Dad have punished you for letting him fondle you like
that?" I pressed.

   Her slender, smooth body shuddered and twisted beneath me and she
whispered, "I don't know."

   "Rose, if we're going to do this, you are going to have to be honest and
forthright with me." I said sternly.

   She took a deep breath and after a pause, said, "He probably would have
swatted my titties for letting Rich touch them."

   "Okay that's better.  Now I propose 20 smacks on your bottom to start,
for being late, lying to you mom about being at Emma's, and being with that
sleaze bag.  Then we'll see about your breasts.  How's that sound?" and she
just nodded.

   I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and heard her inhale sharply and
flinch.  When I asked if she could take it harder, she silently affirmed
with a nod.  I brought my hand down even harder and she gasped.  I
continued with a regular rhythm until I reached twenty and her ass was
bright and uniformly pink.  She lay there across my lap breathing hard.  I
wanted to gently rub her ass, but refrained and raised my feet up on my
toes, causing my knees to rise, indicating she should stand.  Slowly she
rose, but I indicated that she should kneel between my knees with her back
to my left knee and right side facing my right knee.

   "Put your hands up behind your neck, Rose, and raise your elbows high."
I ordered.  When she had complied, her back was slightly arched back
against my left thigh and her gorgeous breasts were thrust out.

   "I am thinking 5 on each breast.  Does that sound about right?" I asked
firmly.  She nodded grimly, and only then did I notice the tears, streaking
her eye liner, making black lines down her cheeks.  I steeled my resolve,
and gave an awkward swat to her right breast.  The firm flesh bounced under
my hand but I had clearly not made the sharp contact that we both expected.
I reach down and holding the sides of her rib cage, angled her body to a
position where I could strike more effectively.

   "I'll start again." I said, and swiftly struck her right breast sharply
on the nipple, feeling the tender flesh compress under my hand.  She let
out a yelp, and brought her elbows forward and down.  I straightened her
and continued, until after the fifth blow her right breast was as pink as
her ass.  I repeated the process until her left breast was glowing pink and
the nipple and areola were both slightly swollen.

   "Okay.  I hope this was the lesson you needed and expected." I stated,
and she murmured "yes."

   When I indicated that she should dress, she shook her head and reached
down for the small brown bottle.

   "My mom said that vitamin E oil, would keep my skin soft and help the
swelling go away, and my dad always rubbed it in.  You have to rub it in."
She said looking at me expectantly.

   "On your breasts and your bottom?" I asked and she nodded.  Slowly I
poured a small amount of the oil on each breast near the nipple and watched
it flow slowly over her skin.  Her eyes went from mine to the pink objects
of my focus, and back, with only the smallest perceptible smile on her
face, acknowledging that she had me entranced.  I began to gently rub the
oil in, caressing and fondling her breasts as I did so.  Her head tilted
back and she could not stifle a soft moan of pleasure.  I stopped suddenly
and she could not hide her disappointment.  Her hand went up to mine and
she gave me a pleading look as she pressed my hand to her soft flesh.  I
could not resist and continued massaging her breasts for a few more moments
before I stopped and indicated that she should stand.  She did, but to my
surprise, returned to her former position, laying on her belly across my
lap.  I poured a little more liberal quantity of the oil over her ass
cheeks and began to rub it there as well.  Mesmerized I watched several
drops slide down the soft flesh between her legs to her inner thighs, and
to my pleasure, she seemed to feel it too and spread her legs a little
wider, inviting me to catch the drops.  I slid my hand between her legs to
I rub the stray drops in to her tender skin.  As I did so, my hand brushed
the labia of her smooth, soft pussy causing her to gasp, but instead of
clamping her legs together, she spread them wider, inviting me to further
explorations.  I poured a little more oil on my hand and continued rubbing
her ass, but extended my rubbing down the back of her thighs and between
her legs.  When I brushed lightly against her pussy, she spread her legs
even wider and I heard her murmur, "Please..."

   I did not deny her and started gently stroking the length of her labia,
heightening her obviously growing arousal.

   "Did your Dad do this for you?" I asked in a whisper as one finger
slipped between the youthful labia.

   "Mmmhmmm..." she moaned.  "He always made me feel so good afterwards. 
He said it showed he loved me..."

   Careful not to probe forcefully into what I assumed was her virginal
canal, I met with the tight obstacle of her intact hymen.  Gently rubbing
my thumb up inside her and my finger on her clitoris, I quickly brought her
to a shaking and shivering climax.  Virgin though she was, she was
obviously not new to orgasms and came quickly to her pleasure.  I continued
rubbing slow circles on her ass, down her thighs and up the small of her
back as she seemed to melt limply across my knees.  Eventually she roused
herself, and rose off my lap, to kneel at my side with her head resting on
my knees.

   "Thank you.  That was even better than my Dad did." She said, raising
her head to look at me with a smile and her face still streaked with her
makeup and tears.

   "You're welcome.  Now get dressed and please, never tell anyone about
this spanking or and especially not the little massage that I just gave
you. Not even your mother."

   She made a solemn cross over her bare chest, her breasts pink and
glistening with the restorative oil, and then made a zip lock motion over
her smiling lips.

   She dressed as if in a dream and floated up the stairs ahead of me,
straight to her room on the second floor.  Diane heard us emerge and came
quietly downstairs, pointing silently to the living room, with two wine
glasses in her hand.  As we sat, she handed me a glass.  She didn't talk
immediately, but finally said, "I know not to ask what happened down there,
just tell me.  Is she okay?"

   "I think she's better than okay.  She's a good kid.  She needed that
spanking almost as a catharsis - a release from a lot of built up tension
since her Dad's sudden passing.  He spanked her pretty regularly, didn't
he?"

   "Yes.  Sometimes, weekly." She look my hand.  "I see she had you used
the oil afterwards."

   There was a long silence as Diane was thinking and reminiscing before
she spoke again.

   "I wasn't always sure why or what she had done to deserve a spanking,
but it seemed to have a positive effect on her.  At one point, I was afraid
for a while that he was molesting her, but I couldn't really believe that
of him.  He was a good man, and I had assurances from her pediatrician that
there were no signs of abuse."

   "You asked?"

   "I felt terrible ever asking.  I told her that Rosie was behaving oddly,
using very inappropriate grown up words, and I was concerned that perhaps a
teacher or counsellor at her camp had abused her or something.  She
examined Rosie, and talked to her.  She assured me that there were no signs
of abuse." She explained.  We sat quietly again for a long moment.  I
wanted to give her an opening to talk but didn't want to press her. 
Eventually, I stood.

   "Well, I better go.  It's getting late." I said setting my half-finished
glass on the coffee table.  Diane put her hand on my knee and restrained
me. The look in her eyes told me that she was ready for me, and I could
have her with just a touch, but somehow it seemed wrong at the moment.  I
needed time to think of what had just happened and what I was getting into.
Nonetheless, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers.  Oh, yes,
the spark was there.

   "Thank you for a lovely dinner and for trusting me with Rose." I said.

   "You call her Rose.  Did she tell you that was what her Dad called her?
His little RoseÉ"

   "She told me her mother calls her Rosie, she just said for me to call
her Rose.  She loves you a lot, Diane.  Perhaps having me call her Rose is
as much about keeping Rosie's as your pet name for her as it is granting me
permission to use her dad's pet name."

   I stood, and steeled my resolve to go.  Diane stood with me, and put her
arms around my waist, pulled me close and went up on her tiptoes to kiss
me. I returned the kiss with passion, but broke off.

   "Please.  It's too soon for us to end up in bed, as much as I want that.
Besides, I am old enough to be your Daddy, little girl!" I insisted.

   "I can wait.  Please, don't make me wait too long, Daddy." She purred
and released me.

   I leaned down and kissed her again, before turning to the door and
walking, with more determination than I felt, straight home.

   ***

   I had trouble sleeping that night.  Masturbation relieved my
increasingly sore balls, but I could not stop flashing on the images of the
young supple teen lying across my lap, or of her willingly submitting to my
spanking of her bare breasts.  All that followed, including her mother's
obvious advances made for a heady mixture.  I had been celibate since my
wife's passing and frankly I hadn't really considered that there would ever
be another woman or women in my life.  As man nearing sixty, I figured porn
would be my future sex life.

   After midnight, I got up went to my study to read for a while, since
sleep was not coming.  I saw the lights blinking on my router, but I wasn't
using my computer.  Since I had hooked Diane and Rose up with their own
internet service, I was puzzled.  Were they still using my internet?  I
booted up my computer and checked the router's management screen.  It
seemed as though Diane was online using my router.  From Windows Explorer I
could see her laptop on the network.  Out of curiosity, I clicked on it. 
She had network sharing on, with no security - so many people do that
without any idea of the privacy consequences.

   Anyway, I couldn't stop myself from snooping.  I only intended to take a
quick peek in her downloads folder, but what found there caught my
attention.  She had downloaded some videos, so I quickly copied several
over to my computer.  The opening screen of one of the videos promised
stories of a mother daughter exchange club - fascinating and highly erotic
lesbian stuff.  Another was a straight fuck video with an older man and an
attractive woman in her thirties.  The router was dormant now, but my
curiosity lead me to connect with their router, using admin privileges from
when I set it up, I was able to see the log of websites visited, showed
visits to a couple of lesbian websites with names like sweetheartvideo.com
and mommysgirl.com.  There was a spanking website called
spankingteenjessica.com and a general porn site called xhamster.com. 
Somebody had been busy!

   It was past 3:00 AM when I went back to bed, and still had trouble
dropping off to sleep yet somehow, I must have finally fallen asleep,
because I awoke with start when the phone rang.  Light was streaming in the
windows and a quick glance at the clock said it was 10:00 AM.  I must have
sounded groggy.

   "Oh, sorry, Alan.  Did I wake you?" Diane said.  "I guess you didn't
sleep well either."

   "Uh.  No.  I sure didn't." I replied honestly.

   "Can we talk today?  About last night." she asked seriously

   "Uh.  sure." I panicked.  Had Rose told her mother about what had
transpired in the family room?

   "Can I come over?"

   "Uh.  sure." I repeated myself.  "Uh.  give me 15 minutes.  I'll have
coffee on."

   "See you then!" was the only reply.  Her voice had sounded so flat.  I
couldn't tell if she was angry or just tired, as I was.

   I was downstairs having just finished brewing coffee when the doorbell
rang.  Diane was in a sweatshirt, yoga pants and tennis shoes.  Her hair
was pulled back and she wore no makeup.  She looked as tired as I felt, as
I ushered her into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee.  She carried
a brown paper bag, containing some fresh, homemade scones, which I eyed
with hunger.

   "I bake when I can't sleep." she said, as I put the scones on a plate
and guided her to the dining table.

   "So why couldn't you sleep?" I asked.

   "This whole situation." she replied, but it didn't take a psychic to see
she wanted to talk, but was it something I wanted to hear?  I had worried
about Rose telling her the details of our little session the night before
and could imagine a mother spending the night building up to a full boil
over me molesting her daughter.  On the other hand I knew someone had been
viewing porn late last night, so perhaps she was just tired.

   "You came here to talk." I said.  "There is no point in holding back. 
I've spanked your daughter.  I don't suppose anything you're going to say
would surprise me any more than someone telling me yesterday morning that I
was destined to spank someone else's teenage daughter last night."

   "Yea, that was pretty...  well...  unforeseen.  I guess that you should
know that I haven't seen Rosie as happy and open since her father died."

   I felt as though the huge weight that had been about to drop on my head
suddenly evaporated instead.

   "Your spanking had the same effect as her father's spankings used to
have.  Frankly, it was a miracle.  Last night after you left, Rosie came
into my bedroom and actually talked to me.  She confessed she had seen that
awful guy, Rich, and she promised to never see him again.  Why?  Because
she said she had confessed it to you and she had promised you not to see
him.  She promised me the same thing months ago, but I knew she would sneak
out and see him.  She promised you, and I can't help but believe her this
time.  I'm her goddamned mother, and yet I knew I couldn't trust her
promises to me.  A promise to a near stranger, and I know she'll do it. 
Seems crazy, but I know it's true.  Also...  well...it also had the other
effect that her father's spankings had..." she paused.

   "Other effect?" I asked

   "I don't know why.  Look, it's crazy talking to you about this.  Telling
you stuff that nobody knows.  How long have we known each other?  A week?
You see, after he spanked her, he used to come and we'd make love like...
like it was our first time - every time.  He was always so aroused, and I
was too.  I guess spanking her was a turn-on for him, and strangely that
proved to me that he wasn't...  you know...  sexually abusing her..." she
paused again.

   "You mean afterwards, he was aroused and so ready for sex with you, that
you knew he hadn't had sex with Rose?" I asked.

   "Yes, that was part of it.  Men can't just have sex and then have an
orgasm immediately after...  at least not like he did.  I mean I knew he
touched her.  I could smell her sex on him.  I learned to be okay with
that, because I trusted him.  And with you..." She looked me in the eyes,
with a long pause.  "You know I smelled her sex on you too...  But I think
I can trust you too.  Can't I?"

   "Oh, Diane!  I promised Rose not to tell what happened, but I can tell
you this.  I remained completely clothed at all times, and she...  well, I
will say that during the spanking her panties were off.  We did the
spanking just as she said her father did it, and nothing more." I said as
calmly as I could.

   "Okay.  I am going to trust that to be the truth and I'm okay with it."
She said with finality.  "Will you be willing to do it again?"

   "Well..." I was caught completely off guard.

   "Rose has made it clear to me that she expects it.  I don't understand.
I was never spanked as a girl, but it has an effect on Rose - really
positive effect.  The little teen bitch disappears and my lovely, positive
daughter takes her place.  I guess I would beg you to continue, if that
will help."

   "If the need arises and if you both agree.  If she asks me to do it,
then I'll do it." I finally said.

   "Rose may approach you herself, but I'd like to know when it happens, at
least in the beginning." Then She looked down and whispered, "Also... 
uh... you know...  follow-up with me after?"

   "Are you saying what I think you're saying when you say 'follow-up?'
What I hope you're saying?" I asked, and she smiled and nodded.

   I reached over the table and took her hand.

   "Do you have time for me to make it up to you now?  You know, for
leaving you so rudely last night?" I asked, and again she nodded.  I took
her by her hands and pulled her standing.  Enfolding her in my arms, I
kissed her gently.  "Are you sure about this?  I am old enough to be your
father."

   She just smiled up at me and kissed me back more passionately.

   "I know.  Don was older too" she murmured and kissed me again.

   I put an arm around her waist and slowly led her back to my bedroom. 
The curtains were open on the big sliding glass doors that lead to my
private porch overlooking the pool below in the backyard.  She stopped a
moment, looked out, and I looked at her standing in the morning light.  Her
hair was pulled back.  The sweatshirt was big and baggy, hanging down over
the tight yoga pants.

   "Let me draw the curtains." I suggested.

   "No, the light is lovely.  It's a beautiful morning, and a great
beginning for a wonderful new relationship."

   She turned to me pulling up my t-shirt.  I did nothing to resist and
soon she had me standing naked in front of her, my erection standing tall.
A smile grew on her lips as she wrapped a small, soft hand around my shaft,
and kissed me again.  Then slowly she kissed my neck, and down my chest. 
It was clear where she was going and I thought I was prepared when her
soft, moist lips touch the head of my cock.  She knelt before me caressing
my hard member, kissing the soft bulging head, stroking gently and rubbing
it lovingly against her cheek.  She looked up at me and smiled.

   "It's lovely," She said, "I know we'll be wonderful friends"

   I reached down and pulled up on her sweatshirt.  She lifted her arms
over her head and her hair fell out of its ponytail, cascading over her
shoulders as I tossed the sweatshirt aside.  She wore no bra and her full,
bare c-cup breasts had only made the slightest concessions to gravity. 
They were tipped with large, symmetrical rosy red areolas, begging to be
suckled.  She turned me and guided me to sit on the edge of the bed.

   "Please, let me do this?" She asked.

   I must have given her a puzzled look, but she just smiled as she knelt
between my thighs.  She resumed kissing the length of my shaft and lovingly
rubbing it on her cheek.  Soon a large drop of clear precum formed on the
tip and she smiled with satisfaction.  Slowly and deliberately she ran the
tip of her tongue up the length of my cock, starting at my balls until she
caught the growing drop of fluid on the tip.  Erotically, she took it into
her mouth as though it was an enormously precious and delicious delicacy.

   "Please don't stop me.  I want to taste it all." she whispered as she
started sucking the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it.  Over
the course of the next minutes which stretched to a blissful eternity, she
proceeded to give me a blow job that most men only get to dream about.  She
hungrily took my cock deep in her throat, sucking me down with an abandon
that amazed me and made her eyes water.  The next moment, she stroked it
between her full breasts while smiling at me with pure joy of sensuality.
She brought me close to ejaculation and then brought me back from the edge.
She obviously knew exactly how to please a man and loved every moment of
doing it.  Having brought me right to the brink at least three times, she
slowed a moment and looked up at me.

   "Oh god I need this." She said and began stroking me harder between her
tits.  The sight of her lewd and passionate attentions brought me to the
edge again and she knew it.  At just the last moment she took me deep in
her mouth, back over her tongue and into her throat.  I could see her
throat bulge and ripple as she seemed to be trying to swallow me whole. 
Just at the point where I could feel my cum building for an epic explosion,
she let my cock slip forward in her mouth so that the head was tightly
sealed in her lips.  I watched in fascination and ecstasy as my semen
filled her mouth and leaked slightly around her lips.  After my last
convulsion, she let my hard cock slip from her mouth completely and
swallowed happily.  She smiled and the tip of her tongue darted out the
side of her lips to capture the drop of cum that she hadn't been able to
keep sealed in her mouth.

   I lifted her up onto the bed and we lay there quietly next to each
other, as I went limp.  I gently kissed her and fondled her breasts as I
tried to recover my wits.

   "You know it will be a while until he's ready to try again." I said.  "I
think you drained him dry."

   She nodded happily and cuddled close.

   "I can wait." she said.

   As we lay there enjoying our sensual proximity, I heard the side gate
open.  Diane gave me a startled look.

   "Don't worry.  It's probably the pool or lawn service.  They can't see
up here, the sliding glass doors are treated and are pretty reflective in
the daytime." I calmed her.

   We heard a splash and looked at each other.  We got up quietly, me still
nude and Diane wearing only her yoga pants, and looked out the doors. 
Below, Rose was swimming laps.  With my arm around her, we watched her
daughter swim laps.

   "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Diane whispered and I nodded.  "She swims
like a fish, but I'll have to remind her not to wear that bikini in public.
I can see where you spanked her!"

   I chuckled out loud, but inwardly I worried that the bikini top might
show where I had spanked her breasts.  I wasn't exactly prepared for Diane
to know all the details of how I had dealt with her daughter.

   "We used to have that problem after her father's spankings.  I was
always trying to keep her covered the next day so that there wouldn't be
questions about her pink bottom." She turned and looked at me.  "I never
had to worry about that with her breasts before."

   I must have looked horrified that she knew, because she smiled and
kissed me.

   "Don't worry, when I first saw them last night, I wanted to come over
and pummel you senseless!  But then Rosie said it was punishment that she
asked for and I guessed that she had let that bastard feel her up!  She got
mad when I said it, but she'll get over it."

   "You may have to explain something to me," I said with relief and
confusion mixed together.  "You see it as okay that I spanked your
daughter's breasts?  Your husband didn't do it too?"

   "No, not that I know of.  I see her naked all the time, but I never saw
her with pink titties like that, but I guess she never let an asshole touch
them before.  Don't worry.  It's okay.  Besides I turned discipline over to
you and that means I have to accept what you did, and in the future what
you will do."

   "Okay...  I wasn't hiding it from you, but we had an agreement that I
wouldn't talk about what happened, and now I feel confused.  How much does
she tell you?  I mean, if she tells you everything, why should I act like
it's all a secret?"

   "True...  I don't know if she tells me everything.  We don't always wear
all our clothes when were alone in the house, so I have always seen the
aftermath of her spankings.  When she was little, I used to console her and
rub in some vitamin E and almond oil.  When she got older, she just took
the oil downstairs and Don did it after the spankings.  Don probably would
have spanked her ass blue for letting Rich touch her titties.  I don't
know...  You probably let her off easy."

   "She has some explaining to do!  I asked her what her father would have
done about letting Rich touch her breasts, and she was the one who told me
to spank her breasts."

   "Oh?  I'm pretty sure that Don would have wanted to do it but he was her
dad.  She's probably taking a little bit of advantage with the fact that
you are not her father."

   I pulled Diane away from the glass doors and sat down on the edge of the
bed.  She sat next to me, looking concerned at my worried expression.

   "I think I need to break that vow to keep my discipline session with
Rose a secret.  I'm going to tell you the full story, and if you are
worried about any of it, you can talk to Rose, have us stop discipline
sessions, smack me, or whatever you think is right.  I just have to be sure
that we are not being deceived.  Is that okay?" I asked, and she nodded. 
"Well, you know about the bottom and breast spankings and why.  Do you know
about how the oil is applied?"

   "Tell me..."

   "After all the spanking was done, both bottom and top, I rubbed the oil
in.  She said her Dad used to do it, which you have confirmed.  She also
encouraged me to rub it elsewhere.  She said her Dad did it too, so she
ended up getting a little vaginal rub.  Well not just a little.  She had an
orgasm." I spit it all out and then looked expecting to see her fury,
instead she just had a funny aroused look on her face.

   "You masturbated her to orgasm?"

   "Mmmhmm...  I guess I believed that was what her Dad did, and then you
said that you had smelled her sex on him and on me, so I figured it was
really what he did."

   "I don't think he did, when I smelled it on him, but it was only from
where she dripped on his lap.  I don't recall it ever being in his hand."

   "But you're not mad?"

   "I might have been furious last night, but not now.  I have always
thought I'm a good judge of character, so I am trusting you.  After all,
you're not her father, so if you arouse her it's not unusual.  You arouse
me too!"

   "You know she's a virgin, don't you?" I asked in a guilty low voice.

   "No, I didn't know.  Since I lost it at fourteen, I figured she probably
did too."

   "I felt it when I was...  you know."

   "No...  I don't know...  why don't you show me?" she purred as she stood
up and peeled the yoga pants off.  She wasn't wearing panties, and had a
neatly trimmed bush, shaved cleanly around her vaginal lips.  I got up and
went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby lotion.

   "I don't have your special oil, so we'll have to settle for Johnson &
Johnson on my little girl's bottom."

   "Only my bottom?  Rosie got it on her titties too!" she said with a
playful pout.

   "Do you want everything she got?  Spankings too?"

   "No, just the oil and what came after."

   I indicated where she should kneel between my thighs and made her clasp
her hands behind her neck before I dripped a little of the oil on her
beautiful breasts.  I slowly rubbed it in, loving the way her full breasts
took on the oily sheen.  I couldn't resist rolling a nipple between my
thumb and forefinger, causing Diane to gasp with pleasure.

   "That was just for you.  She didn't get that enhancement." I chuckled.

   By the time I was done with each of her breasts, she was unable to hide
her arousal.

   "Over my knee, little girl!" I ordered with mock severity.

   She quickly and silently complied, obviously eager for the next phase. I
prolonged my rubbing of her buns and inner thighs, so by the time I reached
her pussy it was dripping with her own juices and needed no oil to
lubricate my fingers.  Slowly I worked my thumb between the inner lips,
while my fingers gently massaged her clitoris.  She began breathing heavily
and responding to my attention by spreading her legs wider, pushing back
against my hand and moving rhythmically with her heightened arousal.

   "Feel where my thumb is?  I stopped there with Rose.  Her hymen is
intact." I whispered.

   Diane didn't say a word but continued to push her hips back at me to
force my thumb in farther.  I found her G-Spot and began rubbing it in a
synchronized motion with my fingers on her clit.  Within moments she was
bucking so hard that I had to hold her down on my lap by pressing my free
hand firmly on the small of her back.  She began to writhe with pleasure
and soon was shivering as an orgasm wracked her body.  Slowly I stopped
rubbing her and she went limp over my lap, just as her daughter had done.

   "Is that how you did it to her?" She rasped, panting for breath

   "Well, I went in further with you, but yes.  That's how I did it."

   "I am officially pissed." She said half gasping and half laughing.  "She
got an orgasm like that before I did?  It's not fair!"

   "So you want me to stop doing that with her?"

   "No...  It does wonders for her behavior.  I would behave for you, if
you did that to me, without the spankings!"

   "If you are obeying now, care for a shower with an old man?" I asked

   "What time it is?" Realizing it was 12:30 she said, "Can I take a rain
check on the shower?  I have to get back for lunch with our naughty girl."

   "What will you tell her about us?"

   "I am going to tell her that she deserves another spanking for
misleading you about how her Dad spanked her, but I am not going to change
anything.  She's yours to discipline as you see fit," she paused, and then
continued, "Though if you don't mind, I might want watch sometime, since
the discipline sessions sound so interesting..."

   Before I could engage her more on the topic, she was dressed and out the
door.

   ***

   It was mid-afternoon when the doorbell rang.  Rosemary was there with
her school backpack, looking pissed off.

   "What's up Rose?" I asked.

   She stormed right past me into the living room.

   "You said you wouldn't tell her!  You lied to me!"

   "Slow down sweetheart!  Let's talk before you get me angry.  Whattaya
say?"

   "You told her everything!  You said you wouldn't!"

   "Well, she knew most of what happened.  Why don't you tell me what she
said?  Did she say that I shouldn't spank you again?  Did she say you can't
come over here?"

   "Uh..  noÉ but she knew everything!  She knew you spanked my titties!"

   "Yes, and didn't you parade around the house nude after I left?  Did you
think she wouldn't see your pink breasts?"

   "Yea, well...  okay, but you told her!"

   "I didn't lie to your mother.  She just saw the evidence you showed her
and made her own conclusions about why I would do that.  I definitely did
not tell her was that Rich was feeling up your bare breasts.  I just
confirmed that I spanked your breasts Ð which she had seen for herself -
not why I spanked them, but she had already figured that detail out for
herself.  And while we're on the subject of the various shades of truth, I
have a question.  Did your father ever spank your breasts?  And did he ever
massage your vagina?  You led me to believe me that those were things that
he would have done."

   She put a hand behind her head and twisted one foot in front of the
other, not making eye contact with me.  When she spoke, the bluster was
gone.

   "No...  but..."

   "Like I said.  Let's talk.  Why don't you sit on the sofa?"

   She crossed to the sofa and I watched her put her bag on the floor as
she sat.  She had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a tight t-shirt,
jeans that looked like they had been sown onto her, and Converse sneakers
with ankle socks.

   I sat on the same sofa, but left a few feet between us.  Looking in her
eyes, I was struck by the amber color and signs of redness that told me she
had been crying.

   "So, tell me why you told me that your Dad would spank your breasts, and
lead me to believe that he had massaged your vagina after spanking you.  He
didn't do either of those things did he?"

   She looked down and shook her head.

   "How did you know he didn't?  How did mom know?  What happened?"

   "She had never seen you with pinked up breasts.  And she smelled your
sex on my hand.  She never smell that on his hand, only on his trousers. 
That's how she knew.  Now why did you lead me on?"

   "I wanted him to do it, but he wouldn't.  He said he was my Dad and that
wasn't right." She started shaking and crying, so I pulled her close and
hugged her.  "I loved him so much.  I wanted him to love me too.  Like he
loved Mom...  Oh, god, I'm awful, aren't I?"

   I held her as she cried, rubbing her back and holding her.  When her
sobs slowed, I stroked her hair.

   "No, child, you're not awful.  You loved your father and wanted him to
love you.  I am sure he did, but he was right.  You know it's not okay for
a father to do certain things with his child.  You understand that, don't
you?"

   She looked up at me and my heart melted at the sight of her beautiful
eyes filled with tears.  I kissed each eye, and tasted her salty tears on
my lips.

   "I know.  I knew he couldn't.  That's why when you came along and
reminded me so much of him that I knew you could do things that he
couldn't. That's why I lied and told you he did things he didn't do.  I
know that he wanted to.  He really did, but he couldn't.  You could.  It
was just like I imagined it would be."

   "And how did you know he wanted to?" I asked.

   "He was, you know...  hard.  Like you were."

   I was completely unnerved.  I thought I had been able to hide my
arousal, but clearly she was more observant than I had given her credit for
being.  I looked at her questioningly and silently for a long moment. 
Finally she spoke again.

   "Anyway, Mom said I had to tell you to spank me again for lying and
misleading you.  And then you're supposed to come over for drinks and
dinner with us.  Is that okay?  Can I call her and tell her you will?"

   I maintained my silence, wondering where this was all going.  I longed
to spank this girl, and wondered how I would discipline her for misleading
me.  I also was eager to see Diane again, knowing how ready we both would
be for each other.  Rosemary started to look nervous again, and squirm next
to me.  I looked at her seriously.

   "Please..." she whispered.

   "Very well, call your mother and tell her we'll be there at 5:30.  Then
undress and prepare yourself." I said sternly.

   She bolted up from the sofa as though she had been shocked, and pulled
her iPhone from her bag.  She spoke briefly to her mother, telling her just
what I had said.  Immediately after putting her phone away, she started to
undress with entirely too much haste.

   "Slow down!  Take it slowly, so I can watch" I ordered.

   She stopped with her T-shirt raised above her midriff, and looked at me.
I winked at her and gave a small smile.

   "I'm not your dad, remember?  I can enjoy this too."

   Confusion slowly evaporated from her face and she began to slowly raise
the t-shirt until one nipple peaked out below.  She lowered it a little and
smiled.  She raised it even slower so first the curves of the bottom of
both breasts came into view, then both pink nipples.  She turned her back
to me and lifted it over her head.  She gave me a coquettish look over her
shoulder.  The smooth lines of her back led my eye to her low hip hugger
jeans and tight ass.

   "Let your hair down, Rose."

   She smiled and reached up to take the elastic out of her ponytail,
allowing her hair to cascade down over her shoulders.  Turning, her arms
were clasped in front of her breasts.  She stood there and looked at me
with a coquettish smile.

   "Don't be shy!  Continue."

   Using the toe of one shoe against the heel of the other, she slipped out
of her sneakers, socks and then unbuttoned her jeans.  She pulled the
buttons apart, using some force, because I could see her fingernails turn
white.  Slowly the zipper went down and as she pulled the opening wider. 
In congruently, I wondered.  Why are girls jeans zippers so short and
pockets so small?  She was looking at me through a curtain of hair, to my
surprise she asked, "will you make love to me?"

   "No, Rose, you're here for your spanking.  Besides, I am old enough to
be your grandfather, and while we can play this game as part of your
discipline, I don't want to mislead you into thinking that we'll have sex.
It wouldn't be right."

   "You aren't much older than my dad.  He was 57 when he died."

   "Hummmph.  Now hurry up!" Was all I replied, but the information was new
to me and I was a bit flustered at the thought.

   She shimmied out of the jeans and then her panties, all the while
muttering, "slow down, Hurry up...  make up your mind!"

   When she was completely undressed, I had her turn around slowly so that
I could admire her nubile body.

   "It appears that you've lost the pink from our last spanking.  Did you
bring the oil?"

   Wordlessly she knelt by her bag and retrieved the small bottle, handing
it to me with both her hands.

   "Kneel there for a moment."

   She looked at me, puzzled.

   "Now sit back on your heels, and spread your knees apart."

   She looked up startled, but obeyed without protest.

   "Knees wider part...  Now clasp your hands behind your neck...  Good. 
Straighten your back!" I ordered and she complied, still looking puzzled
but quite gorgeous with her mass of hair over her shoulders, her pert
breasts pointing up, and the labia of her smooth pussy starting to spread
apart.

   "Now, tell me why you are here for discipline."

   For a fraction of a second, a defiant looked passed over her face and
her eyes blazed, but the instinct to protest vanished and she looked down
at the floor.

   "Because I made you think that my Daddy used to spank my titties and
finger my pussy."

   "Did he ever touch you like that?

   "No." She paused and then whispered, "But I wanted him to..."

   "Okay, Rose.  Get up over my lap now."

   She rose slowly, and approached from the side, and lay with her abdomen
over my knees.  I spent the next five minutes, alternately spanking her
bottom with sharp strokes, rubbing and inspecting where I had spanked and
picking the next spot with care.  She didn't struggle, but winced and
gasped after each stroke.  As her bottom grew more uniformly pink, she also
began to cry softly.  When I felt she had endured enough, I stopped and
reached for the oil.  Without saying a word, I poured small amount on each
cheek and down the back of her thighs.  Touching her hot, pink skin aroused
me even more, and I made no attempt to conceal my erection as it pressed
against her through my jeans.  When the oil was evenly applied and well
rubbed in, I let my hand wander down between her thighs.  As she had the
other night, she spread them wider to give me access and I began to rub her
clitoris.  She could not remain still.  Wiggling she spread her legs as
wide as she could in her position over my lap.  When my thumb slipped
between the lips of her pussy, she gasped.  As I built up a rhythmic motion
massaging her clit, she began to buck and writhe beneath me.  I wanted to
throw her to the floor and release my cock.  I imagined her kneeling with
my member deep in her mouth as her mother had so recently done, but instead
I brought her to her own orgasm.

   When she lay limp over my lap, I patted her bottom as a reminder to get
up.  She just lay there a moment longer.

   "You spanked me for lying about what my Dad had done, but you went ahead
and did it again."

   "Mmhmm.  I did, didn't I?  After all, a lie is lie and needs to be
punished, but you also need to remember you are a beautiful, sexy girl and
I am not your father.  If I am to spank you again in the future, you will
undress, and kneel just as you did this time.  Is that clear?"

   She was still over my lap, but I could see her nod her understanding.

   "Now, get up and dress yourself.  I believe your mother is expecting us
to come over."

   When we arrived, Diane was dressed casually in a pretty sundress and
sandals.  She greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the lips, causing
Rosemary to stare.

   "Why don't you get out of those jeans and put on your new sundress too?"
Diane said, with her arms still around my shoulders.  Rosemary gave us a
look and headed to her room.

   "How did it go?" She asked eagerly when Rosemary was out of earshot.

   "She was pissed when she arrived, but we talked how your figured out the
big things by yourself, like spanking her breasts, and her special
after-spanking massage.  I told her that you figured it out by the smell of
her sex on my fingers."

   Diane stepped back and gave a twirl, causing her dress to spin out.

   "Do you like?" She asked, when she was facing me again, and lifted the
hem of her skirt, revealing that she was not wearing panties.  Looking more
carefully, I could see that she didn't have a bra on either.  I smiled.

   "Delicious...  you look absolutely delicious."

   "Is her bottom pink?" She asked.

   "Very." I responded, and looked up to see Rosemary coming down the
stairs.

   "Join us, over here, Rosie." Diane invited.  When Rosemary was with us,
she continued and I was a little startled.

   "Is your bottom pink?"

   When Rosemary nodded, her mother said, "Let me see."

   Rosemary looked as startled as I was, her eyes darted from her mother to
me, but she lifted the back hem of her skirt and turned around revealing
white cotton panties.  Without thinking I blurted out, "She can't see with
those panties on!"

   Rosemary had a panicked look now, but she lowered the back of her
panties a little.

   "Oh, just take them off!" her mother said with amusement.

   Rosemary was confused, but didn't refuse.  When her panties were off,
her mother lifted the hem of her dress high.  Facing Rosemary, I could see
her bare pussy.  Her tummy fluttered, and her breath quickened.

   "It looks very evenly pink, Alan." She said with a chuckle.  "Does it
still hurt dear?"

   Rosemary shook her head.

   "Did he spank your titties again, dear?"

   She shook her head again.

   Her mother let the hem drop and gave her daughter a hug, and then turned
towards the kitchen.

   "Let me get drinks." She said.  "A mojito, Alan?"

   I nodded, still looking at Rosemary.

   "Oh!  Did you thank, Alan?" Diane called out as she left.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Dumont.  I needed it."

   I swept her into my arms in a warm embrace.

   "Any time, Rose." I said and then I kissed her on the lips.

   She blushed and hugged me tighter.

   "Wow!  What was that for?" She asked in a breathy voice.

   "You just looked like you needed it, and I certainly know I needed it."

   We were sitting side-by-side on the sofa when Diane returned with a tray
with three mojitos.

   "I get one too?" Rosemary practically screamed with excitement.

   "This one is yours, it's not as strong as Alan's and mine." Diane said.

   Rosemary gave a fake pouty look with her lower lip stuck out, but
quickly smiled and took her drink.  Diane sat down next to me on the sofa,
on the opposite side from her daughter.  I was in heaven with a gorgeous
woman on each side of me.  We talked about nothing in particular for a
while.  We were comfortable just hanging out together.  Despite my
intention of being a good guest and paying attention, my mind kept flashing
to images of Diane with my cock in her mouth, Rosemary kneeling in front of
me, and an image came out of my imagination of these two beautiful women
kissing each other.

   "Alan?" I heard Diane say.

   "Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention.  What did you say?"

   They both broke out laughing and hugged me simultaneously.

   "Daddy used to zone out too!" Rosemary exclaimed and they continued
giggling.

   "What did I miss?" I asked again.

   "Never mind!" Diane said.  "We want to know what you were thinking!"

   "Nothing!  Just like Rose said, I was zoning out."

   "I think I know what he was thinking!" Rosemary said, looking pointedly
at the swell in the crotch of my jeans.  Diane's eyes followed her gaze and
laughed.

   "Are you going to take care of that, Mom?" Rosemary said and then
blushed beet red.  "Did I say that out loud?"

   Diane looked shocked, and I couldn't help laughing at her.

   "Where did that come from?" I asked still laughing.  Rosemary remained
silent and looked horrified.  Diane was blushing now.

   "Erm...  Well..." Rosemary stumbled in response, and Diane took a deep
breath, trying to compose herself.

   "Speak up, Rose!" I said.

   "Dad used to get that way too!  You two always were horny after he
spanked me.  I may be a kid, but I'm not blind!  Spanking me made him hard
and you always took care of it for him.  I also know you two were in Alan's
bedroom when I was swimming." She tried to explain herself, and was
relieved when Diane laughed too.  Rosemary gained courage.

   "Why don't you two go upstairs for a while and I'll finish getting
dinner ready?" She offered.  When Diane hesitated, she added, "Or maybe you
want to do it here?"

   I practically fell off the sofa laughing and Diane was still flustered.
Rosemary stood and took her mother's hand, pulling her up.  She hugged her
mother and whispered in her ear.  Diane blushed again, but took my hand and
pointed to the stairs with her chin, smiling finally.  I followed quietly.

   Once in the room, I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her
passionately.  I pushed her backwards to her dressing table, knocking
something off as I lifted her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the
dressing table.  I struggled with my jeans, as I continued to kiss her. 
When my erection was free, I lifted the hem of her dress.  I rubbed the
head of my cock up and down the length of her wet slit, before plunging in.
She moaned and hugged me close, as I remained still, fully, deeply inside
her.  I pulled back to look at her.  She smiled, breathed deeply, and let
out a long sigh.

   "I can't believe this is happening." Diane rasped.

   "Neither can I" I said softly and began stroking in and out.  The
position was awkward and undoubtedly uncomfortable for her.  She let out a
disappointed sigh when I withdrew and stepped out of my jeans and stripped
them off.  Diane watched eagerly, and when I was undressed, she slowly let
the straps of her sundress fall off her shoulders, allowing the top her
breasts to show.  She turned and lifted the hem of her dress inch by inch
until her ass and lower back were on display.  In a final maneuver, she
lifted the dress over her head and clutched it to her chest, she looked
back at me with a sultry smile as she turned.  She slowly stepped towards
me.

   I playfully pushed her to the bed, and she flopped down face down. 
Seeing her bare ass, and her legs apart, I approached her from the rear. 
Pulling her hips up, I positioned my cock at her entrance again and watched
as it slid slowly inside.  Holding her hips, I began thrusting deep, my
cock rubbing its full length along her g-spot.

   "Oh jezuz...  I won't last long." I cried out.

   She said nothing but began shaking and shuddering, clearly she would
come soon too.  It could have been a minute or twenty, but I felt suspended
in a protracted orgasm, filling this beautiful woman with my seed.  At some
point, I collapsed on top of her and then rolled my chest off to one side,
still deep inside her.  We were both panting and sweating from the frantic
sex.  When I softened and slipped out of her, she moved to face me and we
kissed.  At some point I drifted off, and Diane must have also.

   Something roused me and I looked at Diane - still beautiful and asleep.
A shadow drew my eye to the bedroom doorway, where Rosemary was peering in.
For some reason, I wasn't surprised that she was there, nor was I surprised
that she had the hem of her dress up and her hand between her thighs.  When
she saw me looking at her, she panicked, straightened up, and disappeared.

   I stroked Diane's face and she awoke, smiling to see me there so close.
We kissed.

   "Rose..." I started to say, but paused.

   "Rosie what?" Diane queried.

   "Uh.  Well...  she must have dinner ready and be waiting for us."

   Diane nodded, and slowly got up to dress.  I propped my head up with my
hand, watching as she pulled her panties up, clipped her bra in front of
her, swiveled the clip to the back, slipped her arms through the straps and
adjusted her breasts in the bra cups.

   "Are you coming?  Or shall I undress and dress again for your viewing
pleasure?" She was smirking at me.  Her eyes were on my growing erection.

   "Dinner first and then you can replay the dressing/undressing scene on a
loop for me.  Okay?" I joked, leaping up and starting to dress.

   "You spanked her this afternoon, didn't you?"

   I nodded.

   "Did you finger her too?"

   I nodded again.

   "You have to let me watch that part next time."

   "The spanking, the fingering, or both?" I asked and she blushed.  "The
spanking disturbs you?"

   She nodded slightly.

   "So you want to watch me finger her?"

   She blushed even brighter.

   "We need to get down there or she will be wondering what we are up
to..." Diane said hurriedly.

   "Wondering?  No, she knows what we have been up to." I stated, but Diane
rushed out the door and I followed.

   The dining table was set and Rosemary was lighting candles as we
entered.

   "Took you long enough." She said accusatorially, but I saw a questioning
look in her eye as she stared at me.  Diane went to the kitchen, and
Rosemary looked at me.

   "Did you tell her I was watching?" she whispered.

   I shook my head in the negative and a look of relief flooded her face.
Before I could interrogate her about how much she had seen, Diane came in
with a steaming dish of lasagna.  Dinner was delicious and quiet, each of
us seemingly wrapped in our own thoughts.  On my part, I was trying to
figure out what each of these very sexual women really wanted from me, and
of course imagining the variety of ways that I might help to my sexual
satisfaction.

   "Dessert?" Diane said, breaking my reverie.  "Tiramisu, I make it
myself."

   "How can I refuse?" I responded, but my mind never left the puzzle of
how I could make a breakthrough in the silence that seemed to surround the
afternoon's activities.  Somehow I wanted them to talk together, rather
than to me separately.  Then it struck me.

   "Is your internet down?" I asked trying to sound simply conversational.

   "No, why?" Diane responded.

   "I just noticed that my router was working late last night, when I
didn't have my computer on.  You know, the little lights were blinking
away."

   They both seemed to have slightly guilty looks, but neither confessed,
so I let it drop and asked if they had plans for the next day.  When they
said they had no fixed plans, I suggested that we take a hike by the lake
in a nearby park.  They both agreed readily and suggested a picnic.

   After doing dishes, Rosemary went up to her room.  Before I could thank
Diane for the dinner and say good night, she pulled me into a kiss.

   "Spend the night?" She asked, and I agreed without thinking.

   We went upstairs and closed her bedroom door this time.  The sex was
slow and loving with lots of kisses and several orgasms for Diane before I
filled her again with my seed.  As we lay exhausted in each other's arms, I
couldn't help pressing to get a confession that she had been looking at
porn.

   "Did you realize you were on my router again?" I asked.  She looked at
me puzzled.

   "I thought I was being hacked." I continued, "So I looked at the router
log.  If it wasn't you, it was Rose who was looking at some porn online."

   "Oh my god!  You could see that?  I didn't know I was on your router
again." She blushed deeply and I kissed her.

   "I am so embarrassed." She continued when I broke off the kiss.

   "It's okay." I said.  "I was surprised about the lesbian sites, but the
spanking site astonished me!"

   "I'm not lesbian, but...  wait!  You said spanking site?" she was both
astonished and curious.

   "Not lesbian, I didn't think so.  Bisexual maybe?  It's a very sexy
thought." I responded.

   "Yes, I may be curious about being bi, but what about the spanking? 
That wasn't me.  What was it?"

   "It must have been Rose then, it is a site dedicated to a girl named
Jessica who gets spanked in many different ways." I said.  "And the lesbian
sites all had a special twist to them..."

   She blushed even brighter red and covered her face with a corner of the
bed sheet.  I loved how her blonde hair spilled out over the sheets and her
embarrassment reawakened my arousal.

   "Do you have a fantasy about Rose you'd like to share?" I pressed.

   She froze and looked me in the eye.  Her glare melted when she saw the
gentle love in my face and realized how aroused I was becoming.

   "It's just a fantasy...  And it's not just Rosie..." she protested
mildly.

   "And one that turns me on too." I assured her.  "Can we watch one of
those videos together?"

   She looked at me like I was crazy, but the idea took root in her mind
quickly and she reached over me to the nightstand to retrieve her iPad.  As
she reached, her breasts hung over my face, and I could not resist latching
onto a nipple with my mouth and sucking.  She paused with the iPad in hand
and moaned as I sucked.

   "Release me, or we'll never see this." She whimpered in protest but made
no move while I kept her nipple in my mouth.  Eventually I released her,
and she sank back in the pillows.  I scooted up close to her.  She had
already opened the browser on her iPad and soon we were watching a
beautiful blonde pornstar seducing a girl pretending to be her sexy teenage
daughter.  Without realizing it, we each started masturbating was we
watched, and before both the actresses were completely nude, Diane had cum
once and I was on the verge.  I stopped stroking myself to keep from coming
and helped Diane come at least two more times before the video was over.

   "Show me another favorite of yours." I insisted when the first one was
over.

   In the second video, an actress pretending to be another actress' mother
was teaching her daughter about sex, and brought in a stud to teach her how
to suck cock.  At the end, as the mother and daughter were kneeling to have
the actor cum on their faces, my cock was deep in Diane's pussy again
spurting my cum.

   "Jezus!" I panted.  "That was amazing!"

   "Cumming or watching the movie?" She asked.

   "Cumming, watching the movie with you and the fantasy of doing it with
you and Rose." I confessed.

   "You know I can't commit incest." She said sadly

   "I know.  But just to play the devil's advocate, I think the incest
taboo was created to prevent inbreeding.  No chance of you and Rose doing
that!"

   Diane laughed and said, "You are not just the devil's advocate, you
might be the devil himself!"

   "Or you might be the devil herself!" I countered.

   We both laughed and snuggled together.  I was dozing off, when Diane
brought me back awake.

   "What's that website about spanking again?"

   "Spankingteenjessica.com" I murmured sleepily, but was fully awake when
she brought the site up.

   "Damn, you have to pay." She said.

   "What's the matter?  You had a subscription to Mommy's Girl." I said,
but she frowned, so I added, "look for samples or a free tour.  Some sites
have those."

   She found what she was looking for, but quickly closed it.

   "I can't watch." She stated.  "How can doing that to my daughter turn
you on?"

   "You daughter is an incredibly sexy girl, especially for one so young.
You must see how she undresses for me.  I'm sure it's not how she undressed
for her father." I responded.  "Additionally, It turns her on.  I don't
think the spanking would do anything for me if she didn't get so aroused by
it.  Besides, I don't use paddles and canes like they do in that video.  I
guess it's just to each their own?"

   She nodded thoughtfully and lay there quietly for a moment.

   "Wait!  You said she undresses for you?  Like completely nude?  I
thought Don only took her pants down for the spanking."

   "Really?  Well, she said that he spanked her in her birthday suit all
the time from when she was little.  I'll need to press her again on that
one, but you shouldn't say anything yet.  In fact today, she put on a
little show of undressing and I made her kneel and tell me her sins.  I
hope that isn't going too far!  I can dial if back if it is."

   "Oh, god the torment of being a 'good mother' and being so tuned on by
it." She complained and I just sighed.

   I could tell she wasn't going to get a lot of sleep, but I finally dozed
off.  At some point in the night flicker of light roused me.  I peered
through a half open eye and saw Diane watching a slender red head getting
spanked over a man's knee.  Silently chuckling to myself I drifted back to
sleep.

   ***

   At breakfast the next morning, Rose seemed extraordinarily pleased to
have me there, greeting me with a particularly undaughterly kiss.  After a
filling breakfast we Diane and I lingered over coffee and Rose busied
herself making sandwiches, cutting up carrots, celery and other veggies for
our little picnic.  I chose the moment to clarify something from the night
before.

   "Rose, everything is all out in the open and we have no secrets from
Diane anymore, right?" I asked.

   She stopped what she was doing and warily nodded to confirm.

   "Then satisfy one lingering question that has been on my mind.  Did your
dad actually make you undress, or did he just pull down your panties to
spank you?" As I asked it wasn't just Diane's ears that perked up, her
whole body was on alert, listening.  Rose seemed to relax before she
responded.

   "When I was little, like maybe 5 or 6, he would spank be after I got
ready for bed.  He would just take my nightie off and spank me, and then I
would run out to mom and she would hug me and pat me and wipe my tears. 
Then she would rub the oil on my bottom." She looked at Diane who nodded to
confirm as well.

   "Then when I got a little older, I stopped running to mom and he put the
oil on.  When I got be more girlie, you know, boobies and fur, he started
just pulling my panties down, but I decided to just undress for him.  I
could tell he liked that so we just always did it that way.  Just like you
like to see me too, only I try to make it sexy for you, cuz you're not my
dad!" And she stuck out her tongue.

   Diane and I looked at each other and Diane just said, "Sounds like what
happened from my perspective.  But I have concerns."

   Both Rose and I looked at her expectantly as she seemed to be
formulating feelings of concern into words.

   "This is all so sudden.  I think...  no I believe that I trust both of
you but we need to set some serious ground rules.  Okay?"

   "Mom!" Rose wheedled, but I put a hand on her shoulder to quiet her.

   "Diane, you are right and I am open to any ground rules you want to set,
and I have one of my own." I said

   "You go first." The older woman said.

   "From now on, there are no secrets between the three of us.  Complete
transparency.  I'm done not telling Diane everything and you shouldn't be
holding anything back from either of us, Rose.  Your mom has given you
permission to ask for a spanking directly to me, but she needs to know
what's going on.  You're her daughter." I said.

   Rose just nodded but said nothing and looked at her mom.

   "I like that one." Diane added.  "And I have some of my own but I don't
know if this is the whole list, because I have never seen a spanking.  You
said you make the undressing sexy, Rosie.  You can see how that worries me.
My first rule is no sex beyond what Alan has already done after a
spanking."

   Rose started to protest, but her mom cut her off.

   "That means no sex.  Period.  And I don't want any of that Bill Clinton
logic that a blowjob isn't sex.  Alan can rub in the oil, and give you that
special massage but nothing more.  Got it?"

   Rose seemed to know better than to argue.

   "I will take care of Alan.  Capish?  It all ends if I haven't given
permission for whatever sexual activity happens."

   "I think that's fair." I said.

   "You would." Rose stuck her tongue out at me, but I could tell it wasn't
the angry response that could have come.

   "You said there might be more?" I asked.

   "Yes, like I said, I haven't seen what goes on in a spanking, so I guess
that I have to see one from start to finish to know if there are more."

   "Ew!  Mom!" Rose protested.

   "Look you may not like it and I probably won't either, but it's my
responsibility to know what's going on with my daughter.  And that reminds
me of one other.  This whole spanking business doesn't go any further that
the three of us.  No telling friends.  And if someone comments on your pink
ass in the gym or swim team, you make up a one of your clever excuses that
doesn't involve Alan or spanking."

   "Okay.  I promise!" Rosie said brightly.

   "So next time we do a spanking, you'll be there Diane?" I asked.

   "Yup, if I am not working or something.

   "Why not tonight?" I asked.

   "What?  Does she need a spanking?" She sounded concerned.

   "No, not that I know of, but I feel like giving her one.  What do you
say, Rose?"

   "With mom there?  The whole thing?  Can't she leave for the last part?"

   "Nope!  She has to stay, even if she doesn't want to.  Otherwise I'm
out." I replied firmly.

   Both women looked at me in surprise, but Diane responded, "Tonight it
is. Now let's take that hike and have a picnic."

   We loaded the sandwiches, fruit, chips and soft drinks in my knapsack,
and headed to a county park with a lake, boats and hiking trails.  When
Rose saw the peddle boats, she begged to rent one.  Apparently she and Don
had been at this lake and rented them when she was little.  Only having two
seats, I watched as Diane peddled around the lake with Rose.  It was good
to see them getting exercise and having fun together.  They came back after
half an hour and Diane got out indicating that I should replace her.

   "Come on Alan!  It's good exercise!" Rose shouted.

   When we had peddled to the middle of the lake, Rose turned the peddling
completely over to me.

   "Are you really going to make me cum in front of mom?" She asked
suddenly.

   "Either that or we stop doing it.  We can't hide from her.  It's just
not fair."

   "Ewww...  having mom watch?  It'll gross her out."

   "Did it gross you out watching us the other day?"

   "Sorry about that."

   "Did it gross you out?"

   "No...  it turned me on.  I loved seeing your...  well I liked seeing
you two make love.  And the way she undressed for you...  She needed it so
bad.  And she's happier now than any time since dad got sick."

   "I'm happy that I can be of service..." I laughed.

   "But this is different, it's special for us." She pressed.

   "Wasn't what you saw with your mom and me special for us?"

   "Yeah, but..." She paused.  "It's not...  I mean undressing in front of
her?  And cumming?"

   "Yup, and being sexy about undressing, like you said.  Remember we said
we weren't hiding anything.  She is right to be concerned, but I think your
mother will surprise you."

   We spent the rest of our half hour peddling hard, chasing geese when
they landed in the lake.  After returning the peddle boat, we took a hike
to picnic spot shaded by trees on the other side of the lake.  Rose was
quiet for most of the time, but to be honest Diane and I were enjoying each
other's company so much that we hardly noticed the mild pouting.

   Back home it was just after 3:00 and the day was still warm so I
suggested a dip in the pool, and they both readily agreed.  Diane surprise
us both when she took off her wrap and the pool and wasn't wearing a swim
suit.

   "What?  It's private here." She said laughing at us, "Besides we've all
seen each other before, so why not skinny dip?" And with that she dove in
and came up sputtering.

   "Well?" She asked.

   "Mom!!!  Alan has seen me, but I haven't see him!" She was stretching
the truth, since she had watched us making love, but I didn't contest it.

   "Now's your chance!" She laughed and gave me a hurry up sign.  I didn't
question it but dropped my swim trunks and dove in, leaving Rose on the
deck.  Slowly she untied her wrap and let it drop, reached back to unclip
her bikini top and help the cups in place for a moment looking nervous.

   "I see what you mean, Alan.  She is sexy undressing." Diane goaded her
daughter.

   "Mom!" Was the immediate protest but she dropped the top with the wrap
and turned her back to slip out of the bottoms of the bikini.  She turned
quickly and dove in next to us, coming up sputtering, "Awkward!!"

   Both Diane and I responded by starting a splashing war with Rose, and
while she was preoccupied defending herself, I dove down and pulled her
under.  She came up sputtering and laughing.  We then turned and attacked
Diane, who fled to the other end of the pool.  Rose wrapped her arms around
me, pressing her bare body against my side, shouted, "He's mine!" This
threw Diane back into action as she swam to claim me.  I confess that
having the mother and daughter naked and play fighting over me was
arousing, which Rose noticed first, followed quickly by Diane, who
shrieked, "That.Is.All.Mine!" Thankfully, Rose didn't contest that fact. 
Having two women fighting over my hard cock could have become painful.

   "Can I touch it?" Rose pleaded.

   "Nope!  Out of bounds for you, young lady.  My rule #1"

   When Diane got to us, she hugged us both and gave me a kiss.  I marveled
at how my solitary existence had changed in the short time they had been in
the neighborhood.

   After swimming, I went to my house to change, while the girls went home.
I followed them when I was dressed, drawn by the promise off leftover
lasagna and wine.  When I arrived, Diane was still in her swim wrap and
deliciously nude underneath.

   "I knew you'd be here and hungry, so I'm just taking a shower before
bed. It has to be an early night, because tomorrow is a big day at work."

   Rose came down in jeans and a tank top, with her hair barely dry and
pulled back in a ponytail.  By her place at the table, she put down the
small brown glass bottle of oil.  Apparently she wasn't going to protest
the demonstration spanking.

   "You still have that little bottle?  Isn't that the one that I used so
many years ago?" Diane asked with a note of surprise in her voice.

   "Mmhmm...  I keep refilling it.  When do we do it?"

   "Let's eat first." I interjected.  "This lasagna smells delicious.  I
think a good Lasagna is one of the best things in the world, and the
leftovers are as good as the first serving!"

   "Let's serve here and carry it out to eat on the deck out back, the
evening is perfect!" Diane suggested.

   We helped ourselves and even Rose got a small glass of wine to go with
dinner.  After we finished, Rose took out plates into the kitchen to wash
up, and returned quickly.

   "Can we get this over with?" She asked.

   "Are you in a hurry, darling?" Diane asked.

   "No, but I've been nervous about it all day, can we just do it?"

   I nodded and stood, but Diane was still making no move to get up.  She
looked nervous too, but also delicious, knowing she was only wearing the
thin sarong style swim wrap.  I reached out and took her hand, encouraging
her to stand.  She slowly followed us to the basement rec room.  I found
the old straight back chair in its' former position in the middle of the
room, I found another chair and placed it next to my chair.

   "Can't I sit over there?" Diane asked, indicating the sofa across the
room.

   "Nope.  You need to be right here with me." I asserted and she sat
reluctantly.

   Rose stood in front of us, one arm clasped across her chest under her
breasts and the other twisting her hair around a finger, clearly nervous.

   "I know you are uncomfortable, Rose, but you remember how we did it last
time?" She nodded.  "Let's do it that way again.  Just close your eyes if
you need to and reenact that process."

   She wasn't wearing a bra under the tank top, so she just turned her back
to us and slowly lifted the top over her head and turned clasping her hands
over her breasts.

   "Let your hair down." I ordered.

   She pulled out the band holding her hair, but kept her left arm over her
breasts.  She then turned her back to us again and shimmied out of her
jeans.  I looked over at Diane who sat still, seemingly mesmerized.  When
she turned to face us again, she held her arm over her breasts still, but
had dropped on hand to conceal her sex.  She stood looking so vulnerable
and nervous.

   "Do you both want to go through with this?" I asked.

   Rose just looked at Diane, and I followed her gaze.  Diane shook herself
out of her trance and nodded her head silently.  Her lips were dry and her
pupils were enlarged.  She swallowed and licked her lips.

   "Yes." She whispered.

   "Okay, Rose.  What's next?" I asked.

   I could see her steel herself, take a deep breath and knelt on the
floor. She didn't spread her knees as she had done so willingly for me, nor
did she drop her arm from her breasts.  I looked at Diane.  She was trying
to control her breathing.  I would sense her arousal.

   "Just like the last time, Rose."

   She took a deep breath again and spread her knees, but not wide, and put
her hands reluctantly behind her neck.  I tilted me head and looked at her
sternly.  She raised her elbows, straightened her back and spread her knees
wide.  She stayed motionless.  I pointedly looked down at her knees, and
she spread them wider.

   "Breath darling." I said, and looked from Rose to Diane and they both
took a breath.

   "Now why are we here?"

   "I didn't do anything bad.  This is a demo for mom."

   I turned to Diane, "She would normally tell me why she was about to be
spanked, and I would discuss it, how many spanks and where.  Then we would
start."

   "Where?  Isn't it always over your lap?" Diane asked.

   "He means my bottom, boobies, or whatever"

   "Whatever?  Do you spank her other places?"

   "I have not."

   "Are there other places?"

   "He could spank me anywhere."

   "Hmmm...  okay..." Diane was thinking.

   "Shall we continue?" I asked and she nodded, and I motioned to Rose.

   "Okay Rose, we'll only spank your bottom, say five on each side?"

   "Is that how many you did before?" Diane asked.  "Do what you normally
do."

   "Okay, ten on each side, Rose.  Come here."

   She stood slowly and moved to my right side with Diane on my left.  She
looked puzzled from me to her mother.

   "Lay your head on her lap." I clarified.

   She complied and I started a slow rhythm of spanking, alternating
between her ass cheeks.  Diane was stroking her daughter's hair and soon
Rose was crying softly, but it was over soon.

   Rose lay there panting and I looked at Diane to see tears in her eyes
and she always breathing heavily.  She got ahold of herself.

   "How did you do it for her breasts?"

   "Rose, can you get in that position, please.?"

   She stood up, I parted my knees and she knelt between my thighs with her
hands clasped behind her neck, and arched her back.  She still had tears
streaming down her cheeks.  I softly made a motion of spanking her left
breast.

   "Do it like you did." Diane breathed.

   Rose looked surprised but steeled herself, but did not object.  I only
gave her three sharp swats on each breast before Diane, said "Enough!" And
dropped off the chair to kneel by her daughter both of them crying as Diane
hugged her close and buried her face in her daughter's hair.  I rubbed
Diane's shoulders and stayed silent for their moment.

   "You wanted this?" Diane whispered to Rose.

   "Yes, mom, I wanted it...  I want it..."

   "Why?"

   "I don't know...  I feel alive.  Loved."

   "You know I love you, don't you?"

   "Mmhmm and I love you too.  This is different...  I feel so...  almost
high after the pain."

   "High?" Diane laughed softly.  "What do you know about high?"

   "Like the buzz from that wine?  I know."

   They hugged a little longer, before Rose said, "Can we finish?"

   Diane released her from the long hug, and sat up by me.  I took the
small bottle of oil and poured a little on each breast, rubbing it in. 
When I was finished I couldn't resist giving each pink hard little nipple a
little pinch and Rose gasped and arched her back further.  She stood and
assumed the position over my lap, laying her head again on her mother's
lap. I resumed the process of spreading oil on her buns, down her thighs
and when my hand slipped between her thighs, she spread her legs to give me
access.  When my finger grazed her clit, she gasped, and when my thumb
slipped into her, she put her arms around her mother's waist.  Her
breathing became ragged and her thighs trembled as continued to massage her
slit and the swollen bud.  Soon her orgasm as in full force breathing hard
and her face as buried in her mother's lap.  I slowed my massage and let
her recover.  When she recovered enough, she sat up on my lap and I put my
arms around her waist.  We were quiet for a moment.

   "Well?" I asked Diane

   "That was so intense" Diane said.  "Let's us talk about it later.  I
need to think less emotionally.  Rose, up to bed, okay?

   "Okay mom." She said sweetly.  Before she stood she leaned to her mom,
hugged and kissed her.  Then she turned on my lap and kissed me on the
lips. I tried to hide my surprise when her tongue quickly darted between my
lips.

   "Really, Rose?  With tongue?" Diane laughed, so apparently I didn't hide
my surprise well enough.  It was obviously more than a chaste kiss.

   Rose was barely out of the room when Diane stood, parted the front of
her wrap, showing her neatly trimmed bush.

   "Next time you'll have to do it naked so you can get in me quicker
afterwards." She said and I wondered if she was joking or not.

   I stood and quickly undressed.  We both shared the heightened arousal. I
sat back down, Diane straddled my lap, and impaled herself immediately. 
Caressing her breasts, I looked up over her shoulder and I saw Rose at the
top of the stairs.  She was holding her clothes in one hand and rubbing
with the other between her legs.  When she saw me looking, she darted
through the door and upstairs to her bedroom.

   "She was watching, wasn't she?" Diane said through heavy breathing and I
just nodded, being to aroused to talk.

   She pause her erotic motions, her eyes a little less crazed with
passion.

   "Let's get upstairs to bed.  Will you spend the night?" She urged,
taking my hand and leading me up.  "I have to leave early for work, but
you're welcome to sleep here and have breakfast with Erin in the morning."

   She slipped off my lap and my slick cock slapped my tummy.  I followed
her up, admiring the swing of her hips from behind.  In her bed, we
continued our love making.  I mounted her with her legs spread wide, hips
lifting to meet my thrusts and breasts vibrating with our motions.  I took
long strokes, thrusting deep into her and pulling out until her labia only
kissed the head of my cock before plunging in again.  I felt my cum surge
into her before I felt her orgasm, which followed as I continued thrusting
more urgently.

   When I had collapsed to one side of her, we snuggled close and I
caressed her full breasts, stoking down her down to her clit, where her
heighten arousal brought her to several smaller shuddering orgasms.  When
all had subsided, we lay in each other's arms getting our breath back.

   "You and I need to talk more...  but okay...  I think I can let it
continue with you and Rose as long as it doesn't go further sexually. 
Please save that for me.  And I have to think about where else you might
spank her, Alan."

   "I won't spank her anywhere else."

   "Maybe leave that to her.  I can see you spanking her thighs but people
might be more likely to see that, especially after school starts.  but
spanking her...  Let me think."

   "You avoided seeing her spanked when Don did it, didn't you?  Rose said
you hated it."

   "Yeah...  it wasn't something..." She clearly wasn't ready to discuss
it. So I kissed her and we snuggled.

   I awoke in the morning and lay in bed as Diane dress by the early dawn
light.  Somehow watching her dress was a beautiful thing.  She moved with
practiced grace.

   "You're awake, you naughty voyeur!" She teased when she noticed my eyes
open.

   "I love watching you.  You are gorgeous in the morning light.  Seeing
you transform from lover to professional woman.  Mmmmm..."

   "Sorry I can't linger.  There is plenty for breakfast downstairs.  I'll
leave coffee on.  Rosie should be up in an hour."

   I got up, went to the bathroom and dressed in my clothes from the
previous evening.

   "I'll need to leave a toothbrush and some things here if we keep doing
this." I said jokingly.

   "I love that idea."

   I followed her down and helped by making the coffee while she got
herself a light breakfast of yogurt, berries, nuts and a small scoop of
granola.  I drank coffee and the breakfast counter, while she ate quickly.

   "I think I'll take Rose down to the diner for breakfast, if that's
okay?"

   "Mmmhmm, she'll like that.  She and her father used to do that on
weekends."

   "When does school start?"

   "Early September something.  It's on the calendar."

   "Does she drive?"

   "She drives, but I don't think she'll be able to drive to school yet. 
She may be able to start sometime this year.  New school, new rules?  A big
rule is that she can't drive with friends in the car unless I am there...
or you?"

   "Well, she doesn't have friends in the neighborhood yet, there are a
couple of girls her age that I've seen around, who knows if they are
simpatico.  She's welcome to hang out at my house too, if there are gaps in
activities."

   "She is still close to Emma, as long as they aren't playing that 'cover
for each other game.' She also has four week horse camp coming up.  It's a
place in West Virginia.  Really pretty.  She's started there as a camper
years ago and started as a counselor last year.  She loves it."

   "When's that start?  July something.  Calendar again.  Hey, gotta run."
She kissed me and ran out.

   Shortly after the garage door closed, Rose came downstairs to the
kitchen, wearing an oversized t-shirt, with hair askew, and rubbing her
eyes.  She walked right up to me and stood next to my stool and hugged me,
burying her face in my chest.

   "Thank you, Alan." She mumbled.

   "For what?"

   "For being you.  For loving mom so sweetly."

   "Well, sweet Rose, you go get dressed, cuz we're going out to the diner
for breakfast."

   I saw her eye brighten and she dashed upstairs giving me a glimpse of
bare pink skin under the hem of her t-shirt.  She returned shortly in her
traditional attire of jeans, tank top and sneakers.  I took her arm and
escorted her to my house.  I changed (no, I don't think she peaked), and we
were off.

   When we were seated in a quiet corner booth, looking at the menu, she
said softly, "You and mom didn't even wait for me to leave before you went
at it!"

   "I think you lingered, little girl.  You like peeking, don't you?"

   Just then the waitress came with our coffee and took our orders, so she
just nodded in response.

   "It was amazing that mom stayed through the whole think and then asked
you to spa...  take care of me up top." She glanced around as she edited
her comment.  "She always said she never wanted to see...  dad's sessions
with me."

   "Yeah, I think she has had a change of heart on that, but let's keep
this line of conversation for home, okay?  So tell me about this camp you
have coming up?" I changed the topic.

   "It's an awesome girls camp.  It's in the woods in West Virginia.  It's
not too far, so you and Mom can drop me off and pick me up.  There are
horses, and swimming and arts and all that stuff and did I mention horses?"

   I was thrilled to hear her excitement and how much she enjoyed the
horses but also the spirit and companionship of the camp.  If Diane would
allow it, I certainly wanted to take a drive into the country to see where
Rose would be for in just a little under two weeks.  It struck me that I
would miss her companionship, and really I hoped that Diane would not lose
interest.  Rose was still chattering happily on the drive home.

   ***

   We got home in time for me to drop Rose off before her pal Emma was
dropped off to "hang out." Apparently, after the little escapade with Rich,
Diane and Emma's mom had decided to make sure that the girls were actually
together when they were left alone.  I watched from my second story study
window as a girl with curly, almost frizzy, blonde hair was dropped off at
Diane's house.  As I expected it wasn't long before my back gate opened and
the two girls appeared on the deck.  The back bedroom window was open a
little way, but I tried not to be seen.  I could hear Rose talking about me
being his mother's boyfriend and that she has gone skinny dipping here. 
Not wanting to eavesdrop, I decided to go to the hardware store for some
supplies.  Before I left, I called Rose's iPhone and told her that I was
going out and to remember sunscreen.  When I returned, they were gone.

   Over the course of that week, Emma was a regular visitor and eventually
I got to meet her, when Rose and Emma came to the door.

   "Hi Alan." Rose said.  "This is Emma.  We were swimming and we..  I
mean..  I forgot the house key and locked the door, so...  ummm...  we're
locked out....  umm...  like mom won't be home for a few hours...  do you
have a key?"

   "Sorry, Rose, I don't, but you're welcome to hang out here and watch TV
or something until Diane gets home.  Would you like a snack and something
to drink?  You were out swimming for quite a while." I started to leave to
get them popcorn and sodas.

   "Alan, could we take showers?" Rose asked.  "I'd like to get the
chlorine off."

   "Sure.  You can use the downstairs bathroom."

   I went off to make their popcorn.  As I was returning, Rose opened the
bathroom door and steam billowed out.  Without meaning to, I saw that she
was dripping wet and brazenly showing her nudity, and Emma behind her was
only making a token attempt to hide her body, but I could see that she was
a skinny thing with angles where some curves should be.  The only curves
that she shared were a pair of breasts that looked slightly bigger that
what Rose was blessed with and a cute bubble butt.

   "Alan..." Rose paused clearly to keep my attention on them.  "Can we
have some towels?"

   "Uh...  sure.  Sorry there weren't any...Be right back." I tore my eyes
from them, put the drinks and popcorn down, and went to the laundry room
for fresh towels.  I returned with a stack and tapped on the door.  Rose
opened the door wide, making clear she wanted me to see that Emma was not
hiding and was still nude.  I made no comment, though I thoroughly enjoyed
the view.  I just handed her the towels and waited until she closed the
door.  I could hear them talking.

   "See, I told you he wouldn't freak out.  He's not a creep either.  You
could walk out there now and he wouldn't say a thing."

   Thankfully when they did come out they were in t-shirts and jeans.

   At some point in the late afternoon, Emma got a call that her mother was
on the way, so they went to sit on Diane's front steps until she got there.
A little later, Rose returned.

   "Did Emma's mom pick her up already?" I asked, Rose shook her head.

   "Did you like the show?" She giggled.

   "Rose, I did enjoy seeing you both, but you know that it is very unwise
to bring other people into our secret."

   "I didn't tell her anything about that!  I just said we swim here and
that you're really cool.  She asked if you didn't watch...  like a peeping
tom...  while we swim.  I told her that Mom and I had gone skinny dipping
here.  That was okay wasn't it?  Anyway I said we could walk out in our
birthday suits and you wouldn't freak or creep on us.  She didn't believe
so I proved it to her."

   "I understand sweetie, but still.  Let's keep the sexy stuff between
you, your mom, and me.  Okay?"

   "Am I gonna get a spanking for it?" She asked trying to sound fearful
and coming off sounding more eager.

   "Nope.  Cuz I think you want one, and I don't reward bad behavior."

   Just then Rose's iPhone pinged with a text from her mom, saying she was
on her way home.  I sent her home to wait on her own front porch, figuring
that at least I wasn't going to reward her behavior.

   A little while later, I was reading when the doorbell rang.  When I
answered I was met with a slender, serious looking woman in business
attire. Looking over her shoulder I saw Rose and Emma looking nervous, or
was that embarrassed?

   "Mr.  Dumont?  I'm Alice Gaines.  Emma's mom." She said

   I offered my hand she gave me a firm hand shake and I opened the door
wider.

   "Hello, Mrs.  Gaines.  Would you like to come in?"

   "No, thank you, I can't stay.  I just wanted to stop to introduce myself
and to say thank you for allowing Emma to swim the past few days." I got
the sense that thanking me wasn't her real reason for coming.  She was
assessing whether I was some sort of predator or just a nice guy.

   "Hey, it was really no problem.  Diane and Rose swim whenever they like
and Emma is welcome as well." I said.  "Frankly I barely knew they were
here, other than occasional sounds of splashing and laughing.  I sort of
like knowing that the pool makes people happy when my own daughter isn't
here." I was probably talking too much, but it seemed to relax her
somewhat.

   I could see the girls relaxing, when I didn't bust them about the shower
incident.

   "Well, Emma does love to swim and misses Rose a lot since she moved. 
It's good for her to be outdoors in the summer instead of playing video
games all day." She said.

   "Emma is more than welcome anytime.  They both seem to be competent
swimmers so I frankly don't worry about them being alone out there."

   "That's very generous of you.  Thank you." She shook my hand again, and
turned to leave.  As the girls trailed after her they turned their heads
back to me.  Emma smiled brightly and Rose silently mouthed "Thank you!"

   ***

   I was washing up after dinner when the doorbell rang.  I opened the door
with the dish towel in my hands, still drying them.  Diane was there,
alone.

   "Hey gorgeous!" I greeted her.  She stepped in and rewarded me with a
kiss even before I closed the door.

   "Rosie told me about the incident with Emma." She said as we sat on the
sofa.

   "Yeah, that was a surprise.  I have to admit they were both really cute,
but I worry that Rose is not being careful keeping this secret - and
another underage girl too."

   "Oh, Emma looks younger than Rosie, but she's 18 already.  She was
pretty sick a few years back and was held back in school so she's in the
same grade as Rosie.  But still I get your point."

   "Wow!  She looked younger than Rose for sure.  But we need to figure
this out.  I am beginning to suspect that she was seeking out the spanking.
Like she was trying to get in trouble in little ways.  Like soliciting a
spanking or something."

   "Oh, that's not good!  If the punishment becomes the reward..." She
agreed.

   "The spankings must hurt, because she cries, but somehow they also turn
her on.  Perhaps the release endorphins?  Anyway, the only thing I can
think is for me to stop fingering her to orgasm after her spankings and see
if that makes the spankings a little less appealing.  I mean the goal is
good behavior and good attitude, not just giving her spankings.  Right?"

   "Oh!  well...  yeah...  I guess." She was thinking.

   "You guess?  Your reaction to the spankings seems to be changing from
when Don did them."

   "After seeing you do it the other night...  it's confusing.  I mean when
I think about it now, I wonder if I hated seeing her spanked or hated the
feelings it brought out in me?  And I could never ever have let Don see how
it aroused me.  I mean he came upstairs ready for me, but we never talked
about why he was so turned on.  I would have worried if he knew that I was
turned on too.  He might have judged me harshly.  But with you...  well I
sensed you wouldn't judge me, and there wasn't a marriage and all that
commitment...  it was easier to take risks with you...  Does that make
sense?"

   "Of course it does...  I understand completely.  I never told Catherine
about some of my fantasies, for the same reason.  Our love and marriage
were far more important than those fantasies."

   "Can you tell me one?" She looked curious.

   "Are you trying to change the subject?  I get the feeling you want the
spankings to continue as they are."

   "No...  well...  hell I don't know.  I shouldn't be getting so aroused
from you spanking my daughter.  I was sort of surprised at how it hit me."
She confessed.

   "Do you think it was the spanking or the little after spanking attention
that go to you most?"

   "I sure surprised myself by asking you to spank her breasts.  I can't
believe I did that.  But then then she had her face buried in my lap while
you fingered her...  She had to have smell how turned on I was.  I guess it
was both...  maybe the little massage after was most arousing."

   "Well back to discipline for Rosie, what do you suggest?" I asked

   "Maybe you're right.  Just do spankings only.  Maybe..." She didn't see
thrilled.

   "Maybe what?" I pressed

   "Don't judge me, but sometimes, on special occasions could you just...
you know..." She paused, embarrassed to go on, so I waited.  "Just give her
a little treat?  You know...  give her a little orgasm?  I mean...  she
likes it so much."

   "Okay...  If that's..." I started but Diane interrupted.

   "Yes.  I'll tell her that we've revised the rules.  From now on the
spanking is only a spanking.  Any little extra massages will only be for
good behavior." She said.

   "You're the mom!  This is all unexplored territory for me!  What about
the oil after the spanking?"

   "Well, the oil only needs to go where you have spanked." she assured me
and after a pause.  "About Emma.  Did you really see her nude?"

   "Yup.  Rosie seemed intent on making sure that I did.  God, she's a
skinning little thing.  I tried not to react, I didn't want to make it a
big deal.  I overheard Rosie saying that I was 'cool,' not a 'creep' and
that I wouldn't freak out." I laughed and Diane grinned.  "Don't tell me
you lust after her!"

   "Well...  she is a cutie...  and before we moved, I caught them fooling
around at the old house."

   "Fooling around?"

   "Yeah, kissing...  making out."

   "Oh my!  I can see where you are thinking of going with this." I
laughed.

   "Don't mock me!  Be honest, you wouldn't turn either Rosie or Emma
down."

   "Well, just what the rules allow with Rose, but if Emma is really 18,
then it would be up to her, and you, of course."

   "And me?...  Hmmm we need to....  Oh, damn!  it's a work night and I
have to get back to finish a report.  But we're agreed on the new rule and
I get to watch sometimes!" She kissed me passionately.  "God this is
exciting.  I wish she wasn't going to camp all July.  We don't even have
two weeks.  Oh!  That reminds me, Rosie wants you to drive up with us to
drop her off.  It's on the 3rd.  Can you do it?"

   "Tell her I wouldn't miss it for anything!"

   "And when she gets back her 17th birthday is on the 11th.  We have to do
something that weekend!  Something different!  Maybe rent an Airbnb up at
Deep Creek or something."

   "Let me handle that.  I have just the surprise for both of you.  I think
you'll love it.  Maybe I can take you two out for dinner if you're free
this weekend." I kissed her at the door and patted her ass.  She loved that
idea so I had something to look forward to doing.

   ***

   Rosie didn't show up until Friday morning.  She was dressed for swimming
in a shimmering blue one piece speedo, with high hips and low back.  She
looked as sexy as ever.

   "Mom said the rules have changed." She said as she entered.

   "Hello Rose."

   "Oh, hello, sorry.  And she said she forgot to give you the house key
when she was over.  I guess you distracted her." She giggled.  "But new
rules?"

   I pulled her into a hug, loving the feel of her body next to mine. 
"Yup. New rules.  Let's just roll with it, and she may to be there for it
sometimes."

   "Yeah, I figured.  It gets her all turned on."

   "Rose!  Really!"

   "No seriously, you didn't have your face in her lap the other night...
At least not when you were spanking and you know...  well...  unless you
had it there later..." She laughed.

   "You're pushing limits little girl!"

   "Oh come on.  You know it turns her on, just like it does you."

   "Well...  it doesn't bother you?"

   "No...  If I tell you something you won't get mad?"

   "Not as long as it isn't criminal."

   "Ha ha!  Very funny.  But yea...  I liked it.  I felt close to her."

   "I think she would like to be closer to you.  I got the feeling that you
and Emma are pretty close that way too."

   "Were you watching us yesterday?" She feigned being indignant.

   "I overheard some stuff, and of course what you showed me.  I figured it
wasn't just showers going on in there."

   "We just kiss sometimes.  That's all"

   "That's all?  In a small bathroom taking a shower together?"

   "Okay, but it's not like I'm all les or gay or something.  We just like
each other and fool around."

   "Hey, it's fine with me.  Emma won't get you pregnant."

   "LOL!  Very funny.  Okay, so we're both virgins.  I thought that was a
good thing."

   "It certainly is.  Does you mom know about you and Emma?" I knew that
answer to this one, but figured I'd see if she would tell me.

   "Uh huh.  She caught us once too." She giggled.

   "And her mom?  Does she know?"

   "Ugh!  No!  She is too uptight, but Emma's 18 so she can do whatever she
wants." She gave me a sly look, "you two could even fool around too."

   "Rose, let's not go there.  Emma's still living with her mom and dad, so
I think she will have to live by their rules, just like you live with your
mom's rules.  Their house, Their rules.  Besides, I'll stick with 'fooling
around' with your mom."

   "Give me a break!  Like every kid in the world doesn't have sex because
their parents disapprove?  I'd rather have you to myself, but if I can't
then I don't mind sharing you with Emma...  and mom." She giggled again.

   "Get out of here and go swim!  Your brains are sex addled." I swatted
her on the butt and chased her out the back door to the pool.  When I
looked out from upstairs, she had taken her suit off and was swimming nude.

   I put my swimming suit, though I didn't really intend to get into the
pool, but I couldn't resist taking a couple of soda's out by the pool to
watch.  She was so intent on her laps, that she didn't notice me for a
while.  I was enjoying watching her bare body glide through the water with
her seemingly effortless crawl stroke.  Her flip turns were smooth,
powerful and obviously the result of long practice.  The real thrill was
watching her finally get out of the pool.  The water spilling off her bare
skin, her deep breathing from the exercise making her chest heave and her
breast swell.

   She walked towards me and stood for a moment, legs together, one knee
bent, a hand on her hip and breast thrust towards me.

   "Are you just enjoying the view or are you going to actually swim?" She
asked with a teasing tone.

   "Right now the view is great.  Care for a soda?"

   "Sure" she said as she plopped her wet body into my lap and took the
soda from my hand.  She wiggled her butt against me and made it clear she
knew how hard I was.

   "Rose, I don't think this is appropriate..." I protested, but she just
wiggled and curled up in my lap.

   I didn't get her out of my lap in time and was startled by a voice
behind us.

   "You too look like you're having fun!" Emma said, and Rose just wiggled
a little more.

   "Jeez!  You startled me!  How long have you been there?"

   "Long enough!" Emma said with a smirk.

   I looked at Rose and knew from the look on her face that she had seen
Emma come in and that was when she got out of the pool.  But why hadn't I
heard the gate and it's bell?

   "You planned this you little twerp!" I laughed, pushing Rose out of my
lap.  "You left the gate open so I wouldn't hear Emma come in!"

   Rose giggled.  And when I turned to Emma she had shed her shorts and top
and was dropping her panties on the deck.  Stark naked she dove into the
pool and got right out, leaving me mesmerized.  Standing next to Rose, she
struggled to overcome her innate shyness.  Unlike Rose, she had a neatly
trimmed, dripping wet bush of curly blonde fuzz over her pubic area framed
by prominent hip bones.  Her ribs show clearly with full, firm breasts
standing our prominently.  Blushing under my gaze she turned slowly,
displaying her firm bubble butt and looked back at me over her shoulder.

   "You like?" she said, trying to sound sultry but unable to keep a
nervous squeak out of her voice.

   "Very much, but you could stand to put some flesh on those bones." I
replied as I stood.  "Diane, Rose and I are going out to dinner tomorrow
evening.  Would you care to join us?"

   She looked at Rose with obvious excitement.

   "We're going out?" Rose asked.

   "Your mom didn't tell you?  We're going to my favorite steak house
downtown." I replied.  "Do you eat meat, Emma?"

   "My mom's a veggie and my dad doesn't cook so I only get steak when we
go out.  I love it!"

   "Well, ask your mom if it's okay and if it is, be at Rose's before 6:00,
okay?" They both nodded in silent, excited affirmation.

   I turned to go close the gate and as I was entering the house, I heard
practically squeal.

   "I can't believe I did that!  And he liked how I looked!"

   ***

   "She did what?" Diane said with surprise as my cock slipped out of her
mouth.  We were in my bedroom.  She had come over right after work, without
even changing from her work clothes.  She figured that if I liked seeing
her get out of bed and get dressed for work, I might like seeing her
undress from work while I lay on the bed stroking my cock.  I certainly did
like watching and it had progressed from there.

   "She left the gate unlatched so that Emma could sneak in and catch her
naked with me."

   She went back to sucking me deep and fingering herself as she knelt over
me.

   "The sneaky little slut." She said when her mouth was free for an
instant.  "You weren't doing anything were you?" She went back to sucking
me.

   "No, Rose was just curled up in my lap naked and wiggling on me.  I had
just told her to get off...oh god that feels so good...." I moaned.

   "Having her wiggle?" She said, her wicked grin showing around my cock.

   "No...  well yea that too, but why are you interrogating me while... 
jeez...  keep sucking."

   She stopped and looked at me intently.

   "You tell me everything or I stop!" She teased, and straddled my hips,
my cock pointed and ready to enter her.

   "Okay...  I'll try..." She lowered herself on me and began a slow
sensuous rhythm, up and down.

   "Emma seemed a little nervous...  Fuck..  that's good." I moaned.  "But
she undressed...  dove in the pool...  came right out dripping wet"

   "Mhmmmm...  did you like her body?"

   I thrust up, matching her pace and breathing heavily.

   "She asked that too....  yess...  skinny...  too skinny..."

   "But she has nice tits..." She moaned.

   "Oh.  God yeah, I'm gonna cum soon."

   She slowed and leaned over me resting her weight on her straight arms,
palms on the bed, breast hanging temptingly.

   "And..." she said.

   "I made Rose get up and they stood there...  showing off...  Em's pubs
match her hair...  so cute."

   "Oh god, Alan, fuck me...  Did you want her?  She's 18" she rose until
my cock's head was just held by her labia lips.

   "I wanted this more." I panted and thrust my hips up into her.  I could
feel her starting to shudder and her thighs quiver.

   Our rhythm became more urgent and soon I was filling her with my seed.
She collapsed on top of me.

   "I invited her to go out with us to dinner."

   "Wonderful idea.  I'll call her mom and make sure she knows.  Kids
forget to ask.  Where are we going?"

   "My favorite steak house downtown."

   "Ruth's Chris?"

   "No.  Bobby Vann's"

   "Excellent.  I've heard it's great, but not cheap!"

   "Nope, but neither are you!" I teased.  My limp cock slipped out of her
and she rolled to my side.

   "You got that right.  I may be easy, but I isn't cheap!" She laughed and
kissed me.  "I'll make sure Emma's mom knows she should wear a dress. 
Hopefully something cute!"

   ***

   "We're having a sleep over!" Rose announced when I showed up before 6:00
the next evening to take them out.  She and Emma were wearing cute dresses
with tight waists, full skirts and low cut tops.  Diane was standing back a
little behind them and rolled her eyes.  She was in a very slinky cocktail
dress, so I was glad that I was wearing a sharp dark suit and not the tan
one I had thought about wearing.

   "Pajama Party?" I chuckled.  "The girls up all night talking about
boys?"

   "No silly, who wears pajamas?  Besides, you're sleeping over too."
Behind her Diane nodded.

   "What?  With all the girl cooties in this house?  No way!"

   "Come on Alan, you gotta!"

   "Maybe...  if you are ladylike tonight and don't embarrass me at my
favorite steak house.  Now come on.  They are holding our table!  Move it!"
I swatted her butt and Emma's jaw dropped.  I left no time to dwell on that
and headed to the car to open the doors for my three dates.

   At the restaurant, the Ma"tre D greet us warmly and I am sure that he
assumed that Rose and Emma were my daughters, with Diane being my wife. 
The steaks were done perfectly and Emma surprised me by eating with gusto.
I had not expected the skinny little thing to have a real appetite, nor did
she make a trip to the ladies room after eating, so I ruled out bulimia as
the cause for her skinniness.

   Back home, the girls started watching TV, while Diane and I retreated to
her room.  We had just undressed when her phone rang.

   "Hold on.  It's Emma's mom" she said before she answered.

   "Oh, Ed!  I thought it was Alice....  Yes, she was wonderful company...
Oh!  I know the girls were planning their day tomorrow, but I'll remind
Emma about church...  Yeah she isn't looking forward to Rosie being gone
next week...  Okay.  I'll wait....  That'll be fine...  I'll tell her... 
Okay...  Bye."

   "What was that all about?" I asked.

   "Emma's dad wanted to remind her that she should be home for church
tomorrow morning, but it seems he twisted Alice's arm to let Emma stay for
the day."

   We put on robes and went to tell the Emma that she didn't have to get up
early the next day.  We found the girls in the living room, the lights were
down and the TV was on, but the girls were obviously preoccupied.  The top
of Emma's sundress was down, a bare breast showing, and the hem of Rose's
skirt was up over her waist and her panties were nowhere to be seen.

   They were oblivious to our quiet arrival in the room.  We stood for a
long moment watching them kiss and their hands explore each other.  Diane
gave me a one armed hug around the waist and smiled up at me.  We backed
out quietly, and then half way back up the stairs before Diane called out.

   "Emma!  Your dad called.  You must have had your phone off." And we
thumped noisily down the stairs and re-entered the living room.  The girls
were no longer kissing but they didn't bother to readjust their position or
clothes as we sat down.

   "Huh?  What did he want?" Emma said, finally realizing that her breast
was showing, she pulled up her top and reached to adjust Rose's dress. 
Rose had a dreamy dazed look in her eyes.

   "You two can sleep in tomorrow.  Your dad seems to have gotten you a
pass on church in the morning." Diane informed them

   Both girls became more alert and pumped their fists in the air, cheering
their approval.  Diane and I laughed.  To my surprise, Diane pulled me into
a passionate kiss, before getting up and leading me back up the stairs to
her room.

   "Big breakfast tomorrow.  Get some sleep tonight so you don't sleep all
morning" She called out as we reached the top of the stairs.  We overheard
Emma before we closed the bedroom door.

   "Oh my god!  Your mom!  She and her boyfriend are so cool.  I would have
been grounded for life if my parents caught us like that!"

   We chuckled as we shed our robes and I pushed Diane on to her back on
the bed.  She gazed lustfully at my full erection.

   "Did the girls to that or is it all me?"

   "Do you care?  It's all for you."

   ***

   Diane and I woke in the morning with the sun and made sleepy languid
love with the sun brightening the room.  After a quick shower together, we
put in our robes again and went down to start cooking breakfast.  While
Diane cooked up bacon and washed berries, I made a big batch of French
toast.  It was probably the smell of bacon frying that brought the sleepy
girls down, wearing t-shirts and barely covered the back of their butts. 
It was clear that they were nude underneath.  The thought of what they had
been up to all night caused me to readjust my robe to hide my reaction.

   "Rose, carry the silverware and orange juice out to the patio table. 
We'll eat out there." Diane ordered and the girls began ferrying out the
plates, coffee, syrup, and the big bowl of berries.

   While I carried out the platter of French toast, Diane brought the
bacon. The table was bar height and the girls were already perched on the
tall stools at the table, presumably unaware of the view they were giving
me as the hem of their t-shirts hiked up.

   "Don't just stand there, Alan, breakfast is getting cold!" Diane chided
me, but the amused look in her eye let me know that she knew exactly what I
was looking at.

   "Can we go swimming today?" Rose asked as we were finishing the last
remnants of breakfast.

   "Of course!  I have to mow the lawn before it gets too hot this morning,
but I plan on taking a dip after that!" I said.

   "And you, Rose, should mow our lawn too." Diane added.  "Then you'll be
ready for a dip too!  I just have a little work to do to get ready for the
office tomorrow, so I'll do that, and be ready to join you all when you're
done."

   It wasn't until after a light lunch that I was ready for a dip.  I had
just rinsed off under the outdoor shower when two sweaty girls came through
the gate.  They took off their t-shirts, with bikinis on underneath and
were about to dive in when I stopped them.

   "Ah Ah!  Rinse that sweat and those grass clippings off before you get
in my pool!" I pointed to the shower.  They shrugged their shoulders, got
under the shower together and took their time rinsing thoroughly.  I was
enjoying the show when Diane came through the gate.  She gave an impatient
look at the girls play under the shower and threw her wrap on a lounge
chair

   "My turn girls!" She playfully muscled them out from under the shower.
She was in a happy playful mood.

   We were soon having splashing wars in the pool, starting as a
free-for-all and ending up with Emma and me against Diane and Rose.  In
spite of Emma being the smallest, I was the largest and used my strength
and height to dunk Rose frequently.  Eventually Rose decided that if she
perched on her mother's shoulders they could gain the height advantage. 
This led to Emma climbing up on my shoulders with her legs straddling my
neck, and we retained our advantage.  I couldn't help but be aware of
Emma's pussy rubbing against the back of my neck, and even though I
couldn't see her face, I could tell she was purposefully grinding her clit
into my neck.  When she eventually slid off me, she kept her arms
possessively wrapped around my neck and pressed her petite, skinny body
against mine.  She was breathing hard, flushed and laughing.  Diane gave me
a knowing, smiling look when Emma didn't let go.

   Later that evening when Diane and I were alone in her bedroom, she
commented on Emma.

   "So somebody has a crush on you, Alan." As she kissed me.

   "Oh, you are only realizing now that you like me?" I joked, and cupped
her breast in my hand.

   "No silly.  Emma is infatuated." She hissed as a I suckled her nipple
deep between my lips.

   "Yeah, she was rubbing herself against me.  In the pool." Her hand found
my erection and expertly stroked it to full arousal.

   "What can I do to discourage her?" I asked.  She looked up with my cock
approaching her lips.

   "Discourage her?" She gave me a sly smile and sucked me deep.

   "You want me to encourage her?" She nodded without breaking the tempo of
her oral efforts.

   When she was satisfied that I couldn't get any harder, she rose and
mounted me.

   "She's old enough to do what she wants." She rose up and down on my
shaft.  "And maybe you could keep me from getting jealous by sharing her?"

   I showed my appreciation for the idea of Emma in bed with us by
increasing the tempo of my thrusts.

   "A threesome?" I asked struggling for breath.

   She leaned close, her nipples brushing my chest, and showed her
endorsement of the idea with a kiss.

   "What makes you think she would like that?"

   "Mmm....  A woman knows." She moaned in my ear as I ejaculated
explosively inside her.

   ***

   The following week was the last week before Rose went off to her summer
camp as a counselor.  Emma joined her almost every day at the pool where
they played music and had picnic in addition to swimming and splashing
around.  They always wore the skimpiest of bikinis and made sure to show
off to me on multiple occasions during the day, including what were now
regular after swimming showers.  Since Diane and I typically only got
together on weekends, it left me horny as hell all the time.

   The only day that Emma didn't come was on Wednesday.  I knew this
because instead of coming around the side to the backyard gate, Rose showed
up at the front door.

   "Can I come in?' She asked.  She wasn't wearing her swimming suit, just
a tube top under faded farmer style overalls with those purposely worn out
knees.

   "Sure.  No Emma today?"

   "Nope.  I told her that I had stuff I had to do to get ready to go to
camp." She sounded a little uncertain.

   "Okay.  What's up kiddo?" She stood with her weight on one leg, twisting
the toe of the other foot on the tile in my entry way, looking down, not
meeting my eyes.

   "Well, I told her that I had some shopping to do that we forgot over the
weekend and there won't be time before we leave on Saturday."

   "Okay, I guess that means I should get my car keys.  Do you have money
or should I get my credit card too?"

   "No, I got cash..." She paused.  "But...  I mean I don't really need to
go shopping.  It's...  The new rules.  You know..."

   "You mean about spankings?"

   "Yeah.  Does it mean I can't just ask for one now?"

   "You mean the spanking or the special massage?"

   "Both?" She looked up at me from under her hair.

   "The last one for a month?" I asked, and she nodded.  "Oh, I think we
can make an exception, since it's not really punishment, is it?"

   She nodded again enthusiastically and took my hand to lead me to a
chair. Once I was seated, she placed the little oil bottle on the floor by
me.  She stood back a ways and unclipped the bib of her overalls, allowing
them to fall to the floor around her ankles.  She stepped out of them,
pushed them aside and then with a toe on the back on a shoe, she kicked off
one shoe and then the other.  She stood proudly for a moment in her tube
top and panties.  I loved the way she showed off.  She turned her back to
me, slid out of her tube top, and then shimmied out of her panties.  She
slowly turned with an arm across her breasts and a hand covering her
crotch. She was smiling a shy smile, but I knew that was for effect only.

   "Ahem...  Hands clasped behind your neck, young lady." I said in a mock
stern voice and she complied immediately.  Her youthful breasts were small
and firm, topped with small pink areola and taut, hard nipples.  I motioned
to the floor and she knelt obediently.  When I motioned again that she
should spread her knees wider, she did so immediately.  She straightened
her back, thrust out her breasts, and rested her hands palms up on her
thighs.  Her eyes were bright and eager.  She was clearly waiting the
command to lay across my lap.

   "Does your mother know you were going to come here today?"

   "Yes, we talked about it this morning at breakfast."

   "Good.  Now tell me about this past week.  You are Emma are close, as
friends, and as lovers?" She looked uncomfortable with the question.

   "Uh...  well...  yea, we are friends and we do stuff, but we're not gay
or anything." She said defensively.

   "Rose, it's okay to be gay and it's okay to be bisexual.  Don't be
defensive."

   "Neither of us has really done anything with a guy.  I mean Rich played
with my boobs, but no other guy has touched me as much as you have."

   I could see Rose's thighs twitch slightly and her inner labia were
exposed and seemed to be glistening.

   "Spread your knees wider, Rose." She complied, spreading almost
impossibly wide for my view.  "How's about Emma?"

   "Oh, I don't think any guy has ever touched her under her clothes or
anything like that, but I know you could if you wanted.  She's got it for
you."

   "Oh?  Why's that?"

   "Like she knows you spanked me, and she was..."

   "What you told her??"

   "No!  She knows my dad used to spank me and when saw some pink on my
butt, she kinda figured it out on her own.  She's super smart like that. 
Then you have been so cool after seeing her nude and us on the sofa and
stuff, so...  yeah.  She's got it for you."

   "Well...  that's...  interesting." I stammered.  "Come up here and let's
make that butt of yours pink again."

   She practically shot up from her kneeling position and was over my knees
in a flash.  I took a moment to run my hand over her smooth butt and
thighs. I placed my left hand on the small of her back and began with a
sharp spank on her left butt cheek.  She gasped and as I began alternating
butt cheeks with sharp stinging smacks, she began to cry.  When her butt
had a nice rosy pink glow, I stopped and picked up the oil.

   "Let's try it a new way." I said and drew her up to sit on my lap with
her back against my chest, my hard cock against the small of her back.  I
positioned her knees outside my knees, so that when I spread my knees, it
spread hers as well.  My left hand reached around and cupped her breast,
while my right hand stroked up and down her thighs.  The skin on her inner
thighs was pale and her pubic area was smooth and bare.  Her pink labia
spread open, glistening wet and inviting.  She lay her head back on my
shoulder and gasped when my finger found her wet opening.

   "How do you like this position?" I asked in a throaty voice.

   "Oh god it's wonderful.  Make me cum, Alan!"

   It didn't take much and she was writhing in my lap.  Soon, I was
pinching a hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger with one hand and
pulling on her clit with the other.  She hissed and shuddered as an orgasm
passed like a wave crashing through her.

   She lay in my arms basking in the glow of her release.  I caressed the
smooth flesh, up and down from her thighs to her neck.  I nibbled an ear
lobe and when she turned to me, I kissed the tears from the spanking off
her face.

   She lay limp in my arms, breathing heavily and smiling.

   "That was wonderful...  I wish I didn't have to wait until I get back to
do that again." She sighed.  "You should do that for Emma."

   "You seem to want to hook me up with Emma," I said.

   "So does mom." She stated.

   "You seem to think that..."

   "Yup."

   "I hope you haven't been telling her about the things we do?"

   "No!  But well, I did tell her about you and mom..."

   "What??"

   "When you two caught us that night, remember?"

   "Ha!  How could I forget!"

   "Well, I had been telling Emma about seeing you and mom.  And we sort of
got carried away..."

   "Carried away, huh?  Well, she'll will have to make the first move.  I
am not going to start hitting on eighteen years olds." I said, pretty
certain that I wouldn't see the kid until Rose returned from Camp.

   "That's fair." Was all she said about that.  She gave me a big kiss, and
I didn't push her away when her tongue darted between my lips.

   "I wish you and mom weren't so hung up on my age.  I could help you with
this!" She teased as she gave my hard cock a gentle squeeze.

   "Yeah, well, we are hung up on it., and I'm pretty good at taking care
of myself!"

   "Ooohh!  Can I watch."

   "No!  You scoot along and swim, play video games, or whatever you do! 
Leave an old man in peace!" I laughed.

   I watched happily while she got up, put on her overalls and shoes and
bent over to kiss me again.  I reached under the overall bib and gave one
of her breasts a squeeze.

   "I think you forgot to put something on." And looked at the tube top
lying on the floor.  She reached down to scoop it up and gave me a
wonderful glimpse of her bare breast from the side.

   "I'm just going home.  It's about 50 feet.  Besides, admit it, you liked
copping that extra feel and seeing a little side boob!"

   "Hold it little girl!  You're not leaving my house looking like that. 
It only takes one neighbor getting a glimpse of you leaving and dressed
like that to start all sorts of trouble." I insisted.

   "Awe, you're no fun." She complained teasingly, but I got to enjoy the
show of her unclipping her bib overalls again, pulling the tube top on and
adjusting it over her breasts.

   ***

   When Saturday rolled around I pulled my SUV around in front of the "Doll
House" and opened the rear hatch, when I saw Diane and Rose come out
struggling to carry a foot locker trunk between them.  I rushed to help. 
When we had the car loaded, we were off down I-66 towards West Virginia. 
The all girls camp was just over the Virginia border, so it wasn't a long
drive.  Arriving at the camp, the parents were expected to help the
counselors get settled in their assigned cabins, and get out of the way
quickly, as new campers should be showing up the next day.  Apparently
there was a lot to do to get ready.  Nobody asked, and the staff seemed to
assume that I was Rose's father, but several of her friends asked me
questions that made it clear that they knew her dad had passed away and
were wondering if I was just dating her mom or if we were married.  I was
somewhat surprised at how curious they were.  It was clear that Rose was
well liked by everyone and looked up to by the younger girls and even some
her age.  The confidence and maturity that she displayed among her peers
made me proud.  She clear was are home being a leader at her camp.

   Diane and I headed out quickly.  Rose was so preoccupied with her
friends, settling-in and getting ready for the campers' arrival that she
hardly noticed our departure.  We each got a quick hug and a kiss, and a
quick goodbye.

   "I think you'll see a lot of Emma while I'm up here." She whispered to
me as I got my hug and kiss.

   We drove back to Virginia and because the day was nice we stopped at
restaurant in the old town part of Winchester, where tables were set up out
front on the cobble stone shopping area that was closed to vehicular
traffic.

   "I have to go on a business trip next week, Alan.  I wish you could
come, but it's conference meetings all say and business dinners every
evening.  It would be pretty boring."

   "I don't miss those sorts of trips." I said.  "Done enough of them for
one lifetime."

   "I asked Emma to sort of house sit for us while I'm gone."

   "Why?  I could do the yard work, water plants and generally keep an eye
on the place.  It's not like it's an unsafe neighborhood anyway."

   "Sweet man.  You don't get it do you?"

   "Get what?"

   "Emma staying next door for a week?" And when I still must have looked
puzzled, she clarified.  "She will look after the house, but I think
someone needs to look after her..."

   "Oh!  Well...  yeah...  I guess that's what Rose meant that I would be
seeing a lot of her?"

   "And I am hoping that when I get back, we both will be seeing a lot of
her."

   "Uh, yea, about that.  Are you sure she is...  well.  Uh.  Interested."

   "Oh yes." She looked around to see if other diners might be in hear, and
lowered her voice.  "Rose says she told her that you will insist on her
making the first move, so Rose has already had that talk with her."

   "Rose talked to her?  How much does she know?" I knew what Rose had told
me, but wanted to hear Diane's side of the story.

   "Rose said that Emma was interested in you, and Rose told her that she
thought you were too, but that because you are older and a nice guy, you
would not hit on Emma, so she would have to take the first step.  Emma is a
sharp kid but really shy, so all you have to do is give her the
opportunities to get her nerve up.  You're a smart guy, I am sure you can
think of ways to give her an opening."

   "Okay this is officially weird." I whispered.  "A mom, who happens to be
my lover, and her daughter are trying to set me up with a teen age girl. 
Whew.  I have to work at wrapping my mind around this."

   Later in the car, heading home, I said, "Her mother would freak out if
she knew about this."

   "About you and her daughter?  No she can't find out.  She would be
scandalized.  But she is thrilled that Emma is helping me out, and she
knows that Emma is excited about being able to swim at your house.  She
thinks you are a sweet man, and she is right.  She just doesn't know how
sweet."

   "Oh, my." Was all I could say to that.

   ***

   "Hello, Mr.  Dumont?" A female voice on the phone said.

   "Yes?"

   "It's Alice Gaines, Emma's mother."

   "Oh hi!  Please call me Alan.  What's up?"

   "Emma tells me that you invited her to swim anytime she wants.  Is that
correct?"

   "Well, sure.  She's a friend of Diane and Rosemary's, so she's always
welcome, but I have safety concerns about her swimming alone.  Is she a
good swimmer?"

   "Oh, yes.  She and Rosemary are on the same swim team, but I share your
concern about safety.  In fact that was one of the reasons I called.  I
mean, first I wanted to be sure that the invitation was genuine, but then
to be sure that she wouldn't be swimming alone."

   "You and your husband are welcome to accompany her anytime!" I
suggested.

   "Well, we both work, and it's far, so we could only do that on a
weekend. I know she would like to swim more often than that.  Would it be
alright if she calls before she comes, just to confirm you'll be there to
keep an eye on her?"

   "Of course!  That's fine, you needn't have even asked, but it seems like
a good idea to have her just in case I was going out."

   "Thank you, Alan.  It's very kind, and could I prevail on your kindness
a little more?  She will be house sitting for Diane next week.  We think it
will be a good grown-up experience for her.  She is a bit of a homebody and
well...  she was very ill when she was young, so we...  I may be a little
over protective.  Could you keep any eye on the house and let us know if
anything happens?"

   "Is there something you are worried about?"

   "No, but it will be her first time alone like this.  It's more likely
she will be anxious about that, but I would hate to have other kids find
out that she is there alone and try to influence her to have a party or
something.  You know how high school kids can be."

   "That I do!" I laughed.  "I was impressed at how responsible she seemed
to me, but peer pressure can lead kids astray.  Just tell her she's welcome
here to swim or ask for help if there is a problem at the house.  I'm
generally around."

   "You're to kind.  Diane speaks so highly of you.  She feels so fortunate
to have found a house next to such a welcoming and helpful neighbor.  Thank
you!" She said very sincerely.

   "It's nothing!  Being widowed and retired gives me more time on my hands
than I know what to do with.  Feel free to call anytime if I can help, and
don't worry about Emma.  I'll let her have her grown-up experience and just
be that neighbor she can call one if she needs a helping hand."

   "Wonderful!  I feel so much more comfortable with the whole house
sitting things now.  Thank you and bye!"

   "Goodbye, Alice." And I thought to myself, "Diane's fingerprints are all
over this..."

   ***

   "Yes, I admit it!" Diane said over dinner a couple of nights before she
was to leave on her trip.  "Alice was worried about Emma being here alone,
and I might have told her how great you are with Rosie and how I trust you
completely.  That's all true!"

   "And a few things you left out?"

   "Well, we didn't have long to talk.  She was worried about Emma being
alone.  Plus she was worried about Emma being safe swimming alone.  I made
her feel better about those worries and I knew I was not lying because I
knew you'd be keeping a very close eye on her!  All true!" She gave a
witch's cackle of glee.

   "Why is it that if constantly find myself saying, 'Oh my!' around you?"

   ***

   The afternoon before her trip, Diane called me over to her house.  Emma
was there and they were going over everything about the house, from the
stove in the kitchen to the jacuzzi in the master bedroom bath.

   "Oh Alan!  Thanks for coming.  I was showing Emma everything about the
house.  Could you set up her iPad to work with my Wi-Fi, you know how
hopeless I am with that."

   "All I need is the password, Mr.  Dumont.  I do the rest." Emma said,
clearly restraining an obvious eye-roll.

   I grabbed a post-it note from by the phone and wrote the router's SSID
and password on it.  I passed it to Emma.

   "Doll House?" She giggled.  "Little girl?  I bet I know who set this
router up!"

   I gave a hopeless shrug.

   "It's Dollhouse with an underscore, and 1itt1eGir1 with one's replacing
the L's and a capital G" I explained unnecessarily.

   "Yeah.  You did set it up!  Who's the little girl?  Mrs.  McGuin or
Rosie?"

   "I'll go with both." I confessed.  "I hardly knew them at the time that
I set it up, but I was already teasing them.  I'm hopeless that way."

   "I was telling Emma that you're a good cook and that we often share
meals together." Diane changed the topic.

   "I do like to cook.  I'll have to have you over for dinner one of these
nights." I added.

   "Sound great, cuz I can microwave Stouffer's dinners and do eggs. 
That's about it." Emma said.  "I'd love a good meal!"

   "What?  A girl that missed cooking classes?" I teased, but she responded
seriously.

   "They offered classes in school, but I took computers and woodworking
instead." She said with a smile.  "I always was a tomboy, but I'm trying to
change that.  I'd like to learn cooking."

   "Okay!  In that case, be in my kitchen tomorrow at 4:00 prepared to
learn to make...  Hmmm...  What should we make Diane?"

   "I love that lemon shrimp pasta thing and your chicken tacos are great!"
Diane suggested.

   "Okay, Emma, you choose and...  here's an idea, come around 2:00 and
we'll do the shopping for whatever you choose.  Can't cook if you can't
shop for the ingredients!"

   "Deal!" She said excitedly.  "Chicken Tacos!"

   ***

   The side gate opened around 11:00 the next morning.  I was sitting in my
favorite recliner in the shade reading on my kindle, and looked up to see
Emma approach the pool and dive in.  She was wearing a shimmering red
speedo with high hip cutouts and low back.  The bright red color brought
out red highlights in her frizzy blond hair.  While I was normally
attracted to women with fuller figures, Emma looked sleek and absolutely
sexy as she emerged from the water.

   "That was a fast set of laps." I said

   She startled and almost lost her balance at the pools edge, teetering on
one foot, arms outstretched to steady herself.

   "You startled me!"

   "Obviously."

   "Have you been here the whole time?"

   "Yup!  You were so focused on swimming; a herd of elephants could have
been here." I said as I studied her figure.  The wet swim suit clung to her
like second layer of skin.  Nothing was hidden.  Her hard nubs of nipples
atop full pert breasts, the faint sign of a camel toe between her thighs,
and her strawberry blonde hair hanging in lank curls past her shoulders. 
My eyes feasted on her.

   "Staring at me, Mr.  Dumont?" She ask with a little smile.

   "Uh...  Guilty as charged.  I guess I was.  I won't apologize, you are
gorgeous.  And it's Alan to my friends." I said.

   "Really?" Her blush complemented the red suit and made her look even
more adorable.  She reached for her towel and dried her face, but used the
towel hanging in front of her to modestly hide her figure.

   "Well, I won't interrupt your reading." She said and turned towards the
gate.

   "You aren't an unwelcome distraction." I responded.  "Feel free to stay.
I saw you had a magazine.  There are more than enough lounge chairs.  Pick
one."

   She nodded and spread her towel on the chair next to mine.  I went back
to reading.  Emma had a Glamor magazine.  It seemed unlike her tomboy
persona, but she had said that she was trying to shed that image.

   We read quietly until my stomach started to growl.

   "I'm going to make myself a sandwich.  I can do ham and cheese, or
peanut butter or jelly.  Want one?"

   "Oh, I have stuff at Rosie's house." She said, but I gave her a look and
she revised.  "Ham and cheese please."

   "White or Rye?"

   "Rye."

   "Done!"

   We ate companionably and then decided to go grocery shopping.  On
returning home, we took a dip and relaxed until time to start cooking.  I
showed her my recipe and gave her latex gloves to cut up the hot peppers.
She clearly had not done much prep work and had no knife skills at all so I
stood behind her, with my arms around her and showed her how to hold the
jalape-os so that she wouldn't chop off a fingertip in the process of
chopping them up.  The new skills carried over to cutting up onions, bell
peppers and cilantro.  She picked it up quickly but I think we both liked
the physical proximity of me standing so close behind her.  When cutting up
the onions, her eyes started stinging.  She put down the knife and turn
away from the cutting board to face me and escape the onion fumes.  She
buried her face in my chest and without thinking I enclosed her in my arms.
She was so petite.  The top of her head was under my chin and her breasts
were pressed against my abdominal muscles.

   "Want me to finish the onions?" I asked as I hugged her.

   She looked up with the onion tears in her eyes, so very vulnerable.

   "No." She said firmly.  "I can do it."

   After a moment in my arms she turned back and finished chopping the
onions with determination.  Soon the rest of the prep work was done and the
chicken was marinating.

   "It's time for a break.  It will all cook up quickly now that we've
prepped everything.  It's that time that I like to take a beer out back and
sit with my feet in the pool." I suggested.  "Want one?"

   "A beer?  Uh...  Can I have one?"

   "Hey, when I was growing up in Michigan the drinking age was 18.  Here
is the silly 21 thing, but who's going to know if it's just us?  If you
want one, you can have one."

   "Cool!"

   We carried out beers out to the pool and I sat on the deck with my legs
in the pool.  Emma sat right next to me with our hips touching.

   "This is nice." She said, leaning into me.

   I put my arm around her and she slid a little closer.  We sat in silence
for a long time.

   "Rosie's much happier now that she moved next to you." She said out of
the blue.

   "Ya think?"

   "For sure.  She was so broken when her dad died.  They were close.  Then
she started with that guy Rich."

   "Yea I heard about him.  Was he as bad as Diane thought?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Worse.  I read about older guys like him.  He knew she was
in grief.  He was using that.  They call it grooming.  Jerks like him make
a girl think they're so special when they are feeling vulnerable and then
they start making sexual demands on them, or worse.  It's not like sex is
bad, but it shouldn't be like that." She said.  I listened.  It was the
most I had ever heard her talk and it was like she was giving a lecture.

   "Then you came along and boom.  She dumped him and she was suddenly
happy." She stopped and I thought better of interrupting her narrative. 
she was obviously mulling things over.  Eventually she started again.

   "Her dad used to spank her." She stated.  I sensed where this was going,
so again I gave her time and just gave her a one armed hug.

   "She never said anything about it, but I saw...  well..  the signs."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "You know.  Her butt would be pink sometimes, but she wasn't unhappy or
angry.  In fact she was happy."

   "I see."

   "Yeah.  Same way she's happy now."

   "Meaning?" I asked.

   "You spank her don't you?  I mean it's cool.  I think it's what she
wants and I know her mom never did."

   "How do you know all this?" I said admitting nothing.

   "After her dad died I never was that pink butt again...  She was never
happy.  I thought I'd lost my bestie.  She was sad, angry, sulky.  Honestly
I was almost not sad when she moved.  I mean I love her, but she was
getting to be a real...  my dad called her a Debbie downer.  At least until
she moved here.  Then she was done with Rich and her happy was back, and I
saw the pink once.  So I figured..."

   I couldn't change the topic without seeming evasive, so I deflected only
a little to change the course of the conversation.

   "Where you ever spanked?"

   "Yeah, when I was really little.  They stopped when I was 12."

   "Oh?  You started being so good then that you didn't need it?" I joked

   "It wasn't that.  I got leukemia, and I was pretty sick and either at
the hospital or at home all the time for a couple of years.  That was a
rough time, I tell you.  Chemo, radiation, and a bone marrow transplant. 
Pretty awful but it worked and I am in complete remission."

   "So that's why you are in Rosie's class, even though you're older?"

   "Yeah.  At first fell behind two years but I made up one of those years
and I've been in her class ever since.  It was funny.  That little girl
next door that I always thought was just silly, because she was a whole
year younger than me.  Yeah.  That was Rosie.  If it wasn't for her I'd
still be two years behind.  She was my tutor and became my bestie."

   "That's really cool, but I suspect she's also lucky to have you as a
friend."

   "You think?"

   "Sure.  Imagine if Rosie didn't have a best friend who was as sensible
as you are?"

   "That is a scary thought!" She laughed.  "And she's lucky to have
someone like you too.  I think it's good that you take care of her like you
do." It was an obvious reference to the spanking, but I wasn't about to
admit it, or lie about it, so I let it drop again.

   "Hey.  If you're done with your beer, we should go back and finish
cooking before too long."

   She tipped the bottle up and drained it giving me a big smile.

   "This is fun.  I have had beer before, Rosie and I used to share one of
her dad's if we could sneak it, but I never drank one like an adult while
just sittin' by the pool and talking.  Hey!  I better go back to Rosie's
house and change out of this swimming suit.  She was obviously very pleased
with herself and probably starting to feel a little buzz.

   When she returned, Emma paid careful attention to the preparation of the
tacos, and helped all the way through the recipe.  She even had me print
out a copy.  When it came to actually eating them, I was surprised when she
asked for the hot sauce, and that she handled herself well after her second
beer with dinner, though I could tell by how talkative she had become that
she was feeling no pain.  I was also a little worried when her phone rang.

   "Hi Mom!  Guess where I am?" She blurted out.  "No!  I'm at Mr. 
Dumont's house.  Before she left, Ms.  McGuin said he had to give me a
cooking lesson!  Chicken tacos!  Yeah, Who would believe that I cooked? 
huh?  Right!  I can't wait to cook them for you and Dad.  You'll love them.
We even made our own tortilla's from scratch!  Yeah!  That's a thing, who
knew?  No, you don't need special stuff, he just used the griddle on his
stove.  Uh huh.  Okay." She offered me the phone.  "She wants to talk to
you."

   "Hello Alice."

   "Alan, I hope she isn't being a nuisance."

   "Awe Heck no.  I wish I could have gotten my daughter, Lilly, interested
in cooking.  She loved to eat but even getting her to wash dishes was a
chore itself.  But Emma is no problem.  Can I adopt her?" I joked.

   "No!  She's ours, but we may have to pay for Alan's school of cooking! I
am so thrilled.  She never showed any interest in cooking before.  But
don't let her be a pest, just tell her to go home when you want your peace
and quiet again."

   "Hey she's no problem.  I love the company, so the cooking school's
tuition is paid in full.  I'll send her home later, we may watch a movie
after dinner.  Here she is again." I handed Emma back her phone.

   "Yeah, he printed his recipe for me so I can do it again!  We may need
to get some spices.  Okay, I'll be good.  Don't worry!  Yeah, okay love you
and dad too!  Good night!" She made a kissing sound and hung up the phone.

   "A movie?  We can do a movie?  It's like date then.  A real date
supposed to be dinner and a movie." She was clearly thrilled.  "What movies
do you have?"

   "I don't have movies per se, but I have Netflix, Prime, Paramount, Hulu
and Disney.  They all stream stuff.  What would you like?  Princess Bride
was Lilly's favorite."

   "You got Disney?  Can we watch Mandalorian?  Or Star Trek Discovery on
Paramount?"

   "Sci fi?  A girl that likes sci fi?  Maybe I won't adopt you, I'll go
straight for marriage!"

   "Do I have to say yes now, or can we wait til I'm out of high school?"
She blushed deeply as she laughed, which caused me laugh uncontrollably. 
This girl had a wicked sense of humor and liked sci fi.

   "You aren't as shy as you pretend to be!" I said still laughing.

   "I am!" She insisted, "But you're fun to tease."

   "Well let's clear the table and get the dishes done so we can watch
Mandalorian." I said, and muttered, "damn!  She sure knows how to tease a
guy!"

   After cleaning up I went to the refrigerator for another beer.

   "Want one?" I asked

   "Want one?  Yes.  Gonna have one, No.  I am already tipsy." She replied.

   "Always drink responsibly." I quoted the booze ads that try to sell you
more booze.

   We settled on the sofa in front of the TV and she sat so close that I
had to put my arm around her.  I had heard about "Baby Yoda," but had never
seen the Mandalorian before.  As I was searching for it on Disney, I asked.

   "Have you seen it already?"

   "No, mom is pretty strict about TV.  I have only heard about from other
kids at school."

   I started the show and though I was skeptical, mostly because of the
Baby Yoda thing, I found that we both liked it.  At the end of the first
episode, I ask if she wanted to watch another."

   "Definitely binge-worthy" she said then quoted from the show in a low
voice, "This is the way."

   By the end of the second episode, I told her that two was my max for the
night.  She sighed and gave other signs of protest, but I could tell she
wasn't really protesting.  With the TV off, we sat quietly together, with
my arm around her, for a long moment.

   "Can I ask a favor?" She said in a tremulous voice.

   "Sure."

   "I've never kissed a guy.  You know a real grown up kiss.  Would let me
kiss you?" She spilled out in one breath.

   "What?  You want me to kiss you?" I could hear her take a deep breath
and tense up as I looked at her.  I thought she would bolt out of the room,
but instead she put a hand behind my head and stretched her neck to bring
her lips close to mine.

   "No, silly.  I want to kiss you!" She whispered in an urgent voice and
our lips met.  There was that spark of every first kiss.  Is it excitement
or does the first kiss always have an electric charge.  I pulled her closer
and returned the kiss passionately.  She drew her legs up on the sofa to
give her leverage to meet me more on a level.  I hugged her close and felt
her spine and ribs under my arm and her breasts compress against me.  When
we broke the kiss, she was breathing heavily.

   "Oh." was all she said.

   "That bad, huh?"

   She crawled up on my lap with her knees beside my hips.

   "No words for it yet.  Let me try again."

   She put both arms around my neck and tilted her head one side looking at
me for a moment and then kissed me again.  This one lasted longer and she
responded eagerly when the tip of my tongue parted her lips.  I could feel
my erection grow underneath her, and she showed that she felt it too by
starting to grind her crotch into me.  When this kiss broke we were both
breathing heavily.

   "Better this time?" I asked.

   "Oh yes.  The best.  Wait til I tell Rosie..."

   "Ah Ah!  No, way.  A good girl doesn't tell stories." I said.

   "I'll tell you about kissing her if you let me tell her about kissing
you!  Besides she know we're going to do it." She said, confirming what
both Rose and Diane had said.

   "You drive a hard bargain, little girl."

   "Oh?  so I am one of your little girls now?" She teased.

   "Yep, I guess you are.  Now you've had your cooking lesson and your
kissing lesson, you should be getting along home."

   She gave me a pouty look and ground her hips against me.

   "You're trying to get rid of me?" She continued the grinding.  "Can't we
go on to the next episode?  The Emma and Alan show seems pretty
binge-worthy to me!"

   I knew I was going to lose this argument so I just said in a deep voice,
"this is the way."

   My hands went up and down her back, settling with each hand gripping one
side of her ass.  We kissed again.  I was losing control.  I pulled up her
tight t-shirt and with that motion she lifted her arms above her head to
help me ease it off.  The lacy bra underneath told me that she had planned
this down to the detail.  The question was, how far did she intend for this
to go?  Unable to resist, I put a hand on each of her breasts as she looked
down.  When she looked up again, she awkwardly leaned in for another kiss
as she unclipped the bra from the clip between her breasts.  She leaned
back and held the bra up with a hand on each cup.  She looked up again at
me for a long, expectant moment and then let the bra fall open, without
letting her eyes stray from mine.  When I looked down I smiled.  She was
definitely a full B-cup.  Pale white with traces of veins under the
translucent skin, topped with small tight pink areola and aroused, hard
nipples.  I could not resist; my hands went to them instinctively as I
leaned forward to kiss her again.

   "Emma." I gasped when the kiss broke.  "We need to stop."

   "Please." She pleaded.  "You can't send me next door to sleep alone.  I
won't be able to.  Please let me stay?"

   "It's that binge-worthy?" I asked teasing her.

   "Mmmm...  Yeah" she moaned as I rolled a nipple between my forefinger
and thumb.

   "What if your mom and dad call Diane's landline?" She thought about
this.

   "We can sleep over there.  That way I could answer the phone.  Diane had
me put her things in her bedroom before I drove her to the airport.  She
said she put fresh sheets on the bed too."

   "We can't have the neighbors see us going in together." I said.

   "I'll go first and I'll leave the front door open."

   She rushed to get dressed again and was out the door before I could
consider further.  When I left my house I thought I would walk around the
block if I saw anyone outside, but other houses were dark or blinds drawn,
so I walked quickly to Diane's door and went straight in.  Emma was waiting
just inside the door, and threw herself into my arms almost before I had
locked the door behind me.

   "Emma, Emma, slow down.  Let's talk upstairs."

   "Okay!" She darted up the stairs.

   Sitting on the bed, Emma looked both adorable and entirely too young to
be doing what she obviously planned and I unexpectedly desired so much.

   "What do we talk about?"

   "I just think we should take this slow.  It seems to be going so fast
and I am not sure..."

   "But Alan, I have been thinking about it for a long time and about doing
it with you for weeks."

   "Emma, what exactly have you been thinking about?  I have my suspicions
but I want to hear you speak your mind."

   "One word.  Sex." She said in a shy manner but firm voice.

   "Yeah, sex is a little word that covers a lot of things.  Are you still
a virgin?" I was sure she was but I wanted to hear her say it.

   "Do you think I'd let a guy do that and not have kissed him?  You're the
first guy that I've ever kissed before"

   "Have you had an orgasm before?"

   "Uh...  that's sorta personal..."

   "So was what Diane and I saw that night with you and Rose."

   "You know that only her dad ever called her Rose before..."

   "Emma don't change the subject." I interrupted.  "We'll be honest with
each other okay?"

   "Uh, yeah okay.  I have masturbated and Rosie has given me orgasms."

   "How?"

   She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

   "With her fingers and her tongue."

   "And you've done the same?" She nodded.  "Were they good ones?" She
nodded again.  "Then why do you feel you need me?"

   "Well, I thought about this.  I get a fluttery excited feeling around
you, and boys at school don't do that for me.  I always figured that I was
gay, but now I'm not sure.  It's confusing.  Plus guys my age would talk to
guys their age about it and I'd get a bad reputation.  I know I can trust
you.  I feel safe.  I know it will hurt, but I know you will make it feel
good too.  And...  I'm talking too much, aren't I?" She blushed and looked
down.

   I sat down next to her on the king size bed and put my arm around her,
pulling her close.  With a finger under her chin I lifted her face to mine
and kissed her passionately.  My tongue parted her lips and met her tongue.
My hand found the hem of her t-shirt and lifted it up to caress her breast.
She moved to straddle my lap and I fell back on the bed to watch her as she
eagerly pulled off her t-shirt and bra as I unbuttoned my shirt.  When she
leaned down to kiss me again, her breasts pressed against my bare chest and
my hips thrust up against her crotch.  When our kiss broke, I rolled her
off me and stood.  Her look of disappointment vanished when I unsnapped her
shorts.  She lifted her hips to help me pull off her shorts and panties at
the same time, giving me a clear view of her neatly trimmed bush of blonde
hair.  She watched intently as I pulled off my jeans and briefs, releasing
my erection to full view.  Her eyes went wide but she watched silently.

   I knelt on the floor at the edge of the bed and used both hands to pull
her to me and arrange her legs to spread them wide and her heels on the
edge of the bed.  I pull her a little closer.  She didn't resist this
attention.  The tension that I felt was all nerves.  Above her pussy she
was neatly trimmed little patch of fur atop, and below she was completely
shaved and smooth.  Careful attention and preparation.  I wondered for an
instant if that was done specially for me or did she keep it that way for
Rose.  I traced a finger lightly around the bare skin.  She shivered.

   "Do you keep it like this for Rose?" I asked and she nodded.

   "She does it too for me."

   Gently my fingertips spread her labia wide apart.  I was greeted with a
surprisingly large and swollen clitoris hidden within.  I started kissing
the pale, soft skin between her thighs on both sides.  She let out the
breath that she had been holding and her hips reflexively lifted off the
bed.  When I lightly kissed the pretty clitoris, she gasped.  I licked
below and my tongue found her hole, already seeping her salty fluids.  By
the time I returned my attention to her clitoris, her thighs were quivering
and her hips bucking.  As I gently suckled it, her loud moan of pleasure
drove me to suck it a little harder, causing her to push her hips up higher
and her hands to grasp the back of my head.  It wasn't long until her
breathing became ragged and she closed her legs around my head as she
orgasm rolled through her.  When she finally released me, I rose and
shifted her to the center of the bed, lying beside her and folding small
body in my arms.  Gradually her breathing slowed and she could talk.

   "Wow." Was all she said at first and I just held her close with one hand
on her breast.  She rolled to her side to face me.  "Now it's your turn."

   "Emma, before we go any further, are you on the pill?"

   "No." She said, I could hear concern in her voice.  I looked in her
eyes.

   "I wasn't expecting this, so I don't have any condoms." In response
tears started to well up in her eyes.  "It's okay, little girl, we have all
week, I can get some tomorrow."

   Sniffling, she said, "I don't need them."

   "Why not?" I asked with concern.  The tears still came.

   "I can't get pregnant." She said, and seeing my confusion she continued.
"After my chemo and radiation, I was cured, but it also made me...  you
know...  sterile.  I can't have babies."

   I held her close as she cried, but when she lifted her head, she smiled
through the tears and said, "It's okay, I can adopt, or Rosie can have our
babies."

   "Rose?"

   "Shhh...  it's your turn." My erection lay on my belly, and her legs
straddled my hips, she began rocking up and down, rubbing my cock the
length of her slit.  The feeling was wonderful.  Looking up at her I could
see that she was engrossed in the slick friction between us, and having
been so aroused all evening, I found myself quickly at the edge of my own
orgasm.  I felt her shake and her breathing was irregular.  Her eyes were
closed.  She was engrossed in her own impending orgasm.  It hit her hard
and she leaned down on me, burying her face in my chest.

   "I am going to cum, Emma." I said between breaths.

   She suddenly became more alert.

   "Oh!" She breathed and lifted herself up on one arm as she reached down
for my cock.  Before I could say anything, she positioned me at the
entrance to her virgin womb and to my surprise lowered herself on me
without hesitation, taking me fully inside her in one motion.  She screamed
and my orgasm swelled up my cock and filled her with my semen.  I let out a
loud moan and she collapsed on me.  We lay there joined, my cock in cased
in her wonderfully tight pussy, and her struggling to regain her breath.

   "Ouch.  That hurt!" She moaned.

   "Why didn't you take it slow?" I asked.

   She rolled off me to my side and my still hard cock slipped out.

   "I knew it would hurt.  I figured do it quick before I chicken out from
the pain.  I'm not like Rosie.  She likes a little pain."

   "We could have taken our time and maybe stretched you a little."

   "No, I tried that myself.  It was too much.  It just had to be done.  We
probably can't do it again til it's better, but there are other things I
want to try..." She was smiling through her tears.

   I looked down and my cock was pink, covered in my cum mixed with her
blood.  It was beginning to soften.

   "Let me get a washcloth and run a hot bath for you." I said as I got
out. I found a washcloth in bathroom the linen cabinet.  I started water
running in the jacuzzi and wet the washcloth, carefully ringing it out.  I
then added a little of the lavender bubble bath to the jacuzzi that I found
sitting on the shelf.  When I got back to the bedroom, Emma was holding her
hips off the bed and a hand clenched over her pussy.

   "I don't want to get blood on Mrs.  McGuin's sheets." She said.

   "I don't think she'll care but here, let me wipe you."

   "Why wouldn't she care?  She would know that we did it!"

   "She set us up, little girl."

   "Huh?"

   "You're the one that figures things out.  How many plants are there to
water?  Hmmm?"

   "Uh, not that many..."

   "And why didn't she ask just me, her boyfriend, to water them, or get a
kid in the neighborhood to mow the lawn?"

   "Oh!  You mean she wanted me to...  us to...  Oh!" She had a surprised
look on her face.  "She even insisted that I used her bedroom, and not the
guest bedroom.  She said to call you if I wanted anything.  Oh!  But why?"

   "I think Rose and Diane talk pretty openly now.  Rose told her mom what
you wanted and she made it happen.  Basically she gave us a week to figure
it out, and we only took a day.  Makes us over achievers, huh?" Emma
laughed and I kissed her.

   "We'll need a couple days for the damage you've done to heal!" She said
between kisses.

   "Oh, blame it on me.  Always the guy's fault, huh?"

   "It's the guys who think with their...  you know." She laughed.

   "We'd better get you in that bath before it runs over!" I said, but when
we got into the bathroom, the bath was still filling.  Emma slipped in and
pulled my hand.

   "Come one there is room for three in here!  It'll be romantic."

   I joined her and we relaxed in the warm water, letting Emma soak and me
gently explore her slender frame.

   "More cooking lessons!" I said, caressing her chest and feeling her ribs
distinctly.  "We have to put some flesh on these bones!"

   "That tickles!" She giggled.  "Don't guys like skinny girls?"

   "Some guys may, but this guy likes a girl with a little more flesh on
her bones.  I prescribe ice cream and milk shakes!"

   "OOOHH.  Yummy!  Thank you doctor!"

   Before I knew it I was getting drowsy in the warm water and Emma didn't
object when I moved to get out.  I handed her a towel when she got out and
we dried off together.  We then collapsed in the bed and fell asleep in
each other's arms.

   ***

   I woke in the morning with the covers off me and Emma kneeling beside me
with a small hand gently caressing my cock.  My morning erections were
always there, but just the sight of her holding my cock, looking at it in
fascination made me swell larger.  Seemingly unaware that I was awake, she
leaned over and kissed the head of my cock.  Her tongue followed in quick
succession, licking the tip tentatively.  She seemed to make a decision and
took the head of my cock in her mouth.  I couldn't remain silent and
moaned. She looked up at me with the head of my cock between her lips and
our eyes made contact.  She let me slip from her lips.

   "Did I wake you up?" She asked with a sly smile.

   "Very sweetly." I replied.

   "Was this all in me last night?"

   "Yes, it's amazing but it was all inside you."

   She rose up and straddled me, a look of concentration on her face.  She
scooted up a little until she could hold my cock straight up, pressed
against her belly.  She lifted her hips a little to bring her pussy in
alignment with the base of my cock.

   "In up to there?" She asked.

   I looked down and saw her hips were actually a little too high up.  I
used my hands to lower her an inch.

   "Up to there." I said.

   The head of may cock reached almost to her belly button.  She looked in
fascination for a moment.

   "Incredible that it fit" she murmured, and resumed her position beside
me.

   "Tell me what feels good." She ordered as her mouth encompassed the head
of my cock.

   "It all feels good, little girl.  Just use your lips to cover your teeth
and don't try to take it all in.  The sensations are mostly in the head."
She nodded as she began to bob her head slowly up and down.  I guided her
hand to encircle my shaft and showed her how she could make a long stroke
by letting her hand take my whole cock on the down stroke and slide it back
into her mouth on the up stroke.  She quickly had a rhythm and was bringing
me to the brink of orgasm.  I pulled her up to kiss me, my tongue exploring
where my cock and just been, she didn't let go of my cock and kept up the
stroking.

   "I'm gonna cum" I said starting to gasp for breath.

   She pulled away from me and kept stroking.

   "I want to see." She said just as I erupted, white pearly strings of
semen shooting out and before she could pull back the first hit her cheek.
The second and third eruptions were smaller, leaving a trail of cum up my
belly.

   "So cool..." she murmured with awe in her voice, seemingly unaware of
the cum on her face.  I drew her up and kissed her on the cheek, using my
tongue to clean up my own mess.

   She seemed to realize then what I had done.

   "Some girls take it all in their mouth, don't they?"

   "Yes, and guys like that, but it's all up to the girl and what she
wants. You did great."

   She leaned over me and licked the drop furthest up my chest.  I could
see that she brought the tiny drop to her mouth.  She didn't seem put off
by its taste, as she slowly and methodically licked up all the cum that she
could.  Back up by my side, she said.

   "I like it.  We'll do that a lot!"

   The landline phone rang by the bed.  Emma started nervously and looked
at the clock, it was 7:30.  She answered using a sleepy voice.

   "Hi mom" she said.  "Yea, what time is it?  Lunch?  Okay.  Don't know. I
came home after watching TV.  Yea...  Okay.  11:30 Why don't you call him
and ask?  Bye."

   "Aren't you glad you didn't wake up at my house?  I said chuckling.

   "She and dad wanna take me out to dinner tonight.  She's gonna ask you
to come too."

   "Well, I only have a cell phone, so I can answer here or there, whenever
she calls."

   "Yeah, I bet she doesn't call you before 9:00, after she gets to the
office.  She knew she would wake me up, and that's probably why she called
before leaving home." She seemed mildly pissed.

   We got up and had some breakfast and then I left to start doing some
errands.

   ***

   I was at Lowe's getting some garden supplies when Alice called around
9:00, just as Emma had predicted.  I accepted the offer of dinner.  They
offered to pick me up when they came for Emma, but I declined, saying that
I probably wouldn't be leaving directly from home, as I had late afternoon
plans.  It wasn't exactly true.  I could get a haircut anytime, but I
didn't want to keep reminding them how much time Emma and I might be in
each other's company.  In fact, I didn't see her again until I got to the
restaurant that evening.

   Emma's dad, Ed, seemed like a really nice guy, much more laid back than
his wife.  We had a lot in common and spent the evening only sporadically
brining the women into our conversation.  I was proud of Emma because she
didn't betray any resentment about being ignored and talked to her mom most
of the evening.  Alice did take advantage of a lull in the guy talk, to ask
about Emma's cooking classes.

   "Emma has never shown interest in cooking.  You seem to be working a
miracle with her!" She said.

   "Mom!" Emma whined, and Alice looked at her bemused.

   "Let's see, you can boil water, hard boil and egg and make tuna
casserole by boiling noodles and adding a can of tuna and a can if mushroom
soup.  Now you're making tortillas from scratch!"

   Emma seemed to ignore the jibe and launched into how I was going to
teach her to make pasta from scratch and more.

   "He does a totally different kind of cooking, really." She enthused. 
"It's not like cooking, it's like a craft project.  You plan it out, you
make things and put them together.  He's teaching me 'knife skills' and
stuff.  It's cool."

   Alice looked at me curiously.  "So you're cool and I am blah."

   "Mom!" She protested, but Alice just laughed it off and changed the
subject.

   As we were walking to the car, I was saying goodbye to Ed, when heard
Alice ask Emma why she was walking stiffly.  I turned, trying to not betray
concern, and saw Emma stretch and rub her shoulder.

   "Yea, Coach said that I need to keep up my stretch's over the summer to
be ready for gymnastics in the fall, but I think I over did it yesterday."
She lied so smoothly.  "Mom, I'm not sure that I want to continue with it.
They are so weight conscious in gymnastics.  I was reading a magazine
yesterday.  They said it's not healthy for girls my age to be keeping their
BMI so low.  Do you mind if I quit it?"

   "Well I have been saying that all along." Alice chided.  "Swim team is
enough and you can eat healthier."

   Emma grinned and said, "yeah!  Ice cream sundaes, milkshakes and
cheeseburgers!"

   Alice just shook her head.  "Not what I was thinking."

   Later that evening, we watched TV at The Doll House and after our two
episodes of Mandalorian, she gave me an absolutely spectacular blow job and
took my entire load of cum without spilling a drop on the sofa.  I returned
the favor in bed.

   "I can't wait to teach Rosie that." She said as we lay in each other's
arms.  She had a dreamy look on her face.

   "I thought that you two already did that together."

   "Oh yea, but not like you do, and she's never give a guy a blowjob. 
She'd like that."

   Flustered, I stammered, "What?"

   "Oh we talked about it.  I was supposed to learn how to do it with you
and then I'd teach her with you."

   "Oh yea?  You don't think I'd have something to say about that?  And
what does her mom have to say about it?" I asked.

   She snuggled close and sleepily just said, "You could say, yes."

   "Schemer!" I responded but she was asleep.

   ***

   "Your dad called." I said as she walked through the gate to the pool."

   "What did he want?" A little concern in her voice.

   "He's taking off work tomorrow and taking his boat out on the
Chesapeake. Fishing.  He wants me to come."

   "He loves that boat." She replied.

   "Do you want to come?"

   "No, I get seasick, so does mom.  She says he knows that and loves the
boat cuz he can get away from us." She plopped herself in to my lap, put
her arms around my neck and kissed me.  "Do you want to get away from me?"

   "No, but it does sound like fun." She frowned.  "Plus if I hang out with
him, they are less likely to suspect us, ya know?"

   "Phooey.  I'm old enough to do what I want."

   "True.  Very true, but don't we want to spare them the shock and you
their disapproval?"

   "Yeah, I guess, plus I'm still sore so maybe it's okay."

   She was sitting on the edge of the pool dangling her legs in the water,
watching me splash around, which is what she called my swimming technique.
She looked irresistible in her pale blue bikini, so I swam up, and took
hold of her knees.  She tried to struggle at first but when she realized
that I didn't intend to drag her under water, she wiggled forward and
spread her legs wide.  I pulled the crotch of her bikini aside and began to
lick and suckle her clit.  She lay back on the deck, rubbing her breasts
while I brought her to orgasm.  When she had calmed, I pulled myself out of
the water and sat next to her.  Still lying there, breast exposed over her
bikini top and her pussy on display, I kissed each nipple.

   "That was unexpected." She murmured.  "But wonderful.  You can do that
anytime."

   "Hmm.  How's about tomorrow on your dad's boat?"

   "Okay, not anytime..."

   That evening we made a gourmet Mac n Cheese along with a salad.  Since I
had to leave early, we stayed at my house for TV time and Emma perfected
her blowjob skills before leaving for to sleep alone.

   Ed was at my house before sunrise and we drove to the bay, where he had
his 23 foot Boston Whaler stored at a small marina.  We were having a good
time fishing and drinking beer on the water.  We didn't talk all that much,
but it was companionable.

   As we are our lunches, rolling with the swells on the bay, Ed opened up.

   "Emma's getting close to you." He said.  I was successful at not acting
surprised and even more successful at not choking on my sandwich.

   "Yea, she's a good kid."

   "We've always been worried about her.  I think Alice held her too close
after the illness."

   "She told me about the leukemia.  It's really gone isn't it?"

   "Yeah, but you can't be too sure.  She gets annual checks.  The docs say
not to worry, but you can't tell that to a mom...  to Alice." He paused,
thinking, so I waited attentively.  "She never was to uptight until she
thought she was losing Emma.  Now she can't stop protecting her.  This
staying at Diane's place is a huge deal for her, and you've really made it
possible for Alice to really start relaxing.  Emma seems happier than she's
ever been and Alice is starting to let go of her fear, especially because
she knows you're next door." He paused again and looked up at me.  "Thanks
man."

   "Hey, I can't tell you how Diane and Rose have changed my life and now
Emma.  I was prepared to sell the house and move, but now..." I trailed
off.

   "Yeah...  Diane.  You and her are an item now, huh?  Emma said you were
dating pretty seriously.  It's good for her.  She's had it rough since Don
died.  That broke us all up."

   "My good fortune that she moved in next door."

   "You are a lucky guy.  Excuse me for saying, but she's hot."

   "A little more than hot, Ed.  She's...  I don't know there isn't a word
for her."

   We lapsed into silence and fishing again, with me thinking how amazing
it was that I was having sex with their daughter and they thought I was the
best thing in the world for her, if they only knew.

   We were driving home around sunset.  Ed was at the wheel.

   "Do you think Emma is gay?" He asked out of the blue.

   "I never thought about it." I replied quickly.  "What makes you ask?"

   "I don't know.  Really her only friend is Emma.  They're really close.
Sometimes I come into the room and I get that vibe like I interrupted
something.  Ya know, like when my dad would come in and find me making out
with a girlfriend?"

   "All too well.  My mom and dad came all too close to catching me so many
times, and Lilly, my daughter...  Well I did catch her.  Would it bother
you if she was gay?" I asked.

   "Oh heck no.  If she fell in love with someone, especially someone as
special as Rosie, I'd just be happy for her.  She hasn't had it easy
starting out, but she's smart, and she's a fighter.  She'll go out and get
what she wants, especially if Alice isn't holding her back."

   "What would Alice think?"

   "About her being gay?  Disappointed at first but then she'd want to
figure out how she could get grand babies out of it." He laughed.

   "So why don't you ask her." I asked.  "She doesn't strike me as the kind
of person who would deny it, if it was true, or be offended if it wasn't."

   "You're right about her, but asking that of your own daughter?  That
would be...  well...  awkward?  Besides, they say a kid should be able to
come out or not.  However they want."

   "Yeah, I can see what you're saying.  I couldn't open that topic with
Lilly.  No way.  But it would be a whole lot easier with Rose or Emma. 
They would either answer or look at me like I had two heads and then forget
it.  Heck, I'm pretty sure Rose would be fine with me asking."

   "Could you like...  I mean...  if it seemed appropriate let her know...
like...  that it's okay?"

   Just then he pulled up in front of my house.  As I was getting out, I
stood with one foot still in his pickup.  I leaned back in.

   "Tell ya what.  She gets mighty talkative when we're cooking.  If I see
an opening, I'll see if I can steer the conversation that way.  It she
comes out to me, I'll tell her to trust her parents and come out to them.
If she doesn't, well...  She doesn't.  Thanks for the great day on the
water."

   "Let's do it again, but next time we better catch fish or Alice will
think we were hanging out at a gentleman's club or something." He laughed.
"See ya!"

   ***

   I hadn't gotten the door closed when my phone rang.

   "You're back.  I've been watching for hours!"

   "Yeah, I'm back.  I need a shower.  Have you had dinner?"

   "I had some frozen leftovers that Diane told me to eat - lasagna.  I can
microwave more for you, if you want.  She's a good cook too!  You could
come over and take your shower here.  I'd be happy to soap you up.  No
problem."

   I chuckled but it sounded really good.  "I'll get a change of clothes
and be right over."

   "Shower first or eat first?" She asked.

   "Definitely shower." I replied.

   "I'll be waiting for you upstairs."

   When I got to The Doll House and up the stairs, she was waiting indeed.
She only had a matching lacy panties and bra on, lounging on the bed.

   "You look overdressed!" I said as I stripped out of my fishing clothes
and threw them in the corner.  She hurried to catch up, but I was naked
almost before she was able to get off the bed.

   I went straight to the bathroom and started running the hot water in the
shower.  Emma slipped in behind me and pressed her body to my back with her
arms tight around my waist.

   "Did you notice their water makes soap feel all slippery, even after you
rinse it off?" She asked.

   "Yeah, it's called soft water, they have a softener in the basement that
does it."

   The water was warm and her hand reached around me to find my cock, the
soap rinsed off in the water flow, but her wet hand was still slippery and
the pressure made me want to explode.

   "No, don't cum yet." She said as my cock responded to her attention and
I started to groan.

   "Are you still sore?" I asked.

   "Yeah but we could do it..."

   "No, let's wait.  I want it to feel great for you."

   "Can we do it in the shower like this sometime?"

   "Sure, if that's what you want, but I'm not going to last if you keep
that up." She slowed her stroking and moved under the shower flow facing
me.

   Her curls were soaked and lay loosely over her shoulders.  She began so
soap me up from my neck, down my chest to my crotch, passing over my cock
and down my legs.  She then turned me and did the same down my back.

   "Now your hair.  There is only girlie shampoo, so if you don't mind
smelling like lavender and cucumber, I'll do it." I was too tall for her to
reach the top of my head so I knelt down and kissed her belly as she
started to apply the shampoo.

   "Stop that!  I'll get shampoo in your mouth." She began to rub and
massage my scalp and it felt wonderful.  When the soap was rinsed out, I
stood up slowly, kissing my way up from her belly to her breasts and then
her lips, before ending with a kiss on top of her head.

   "Your turn!" I said.

   "No, I already took my shower.  I am just your bath girl now."

   "And a splendid bath girl you are.  I hugged her but she was slippery
and soon was kneeling with my cock in her mouth.  The sight was
intoxicating, with the water running over her and my erection in her mouth.
I had to restrain myself from holding her head and thrusting my cock in
deeper.  Her tiny mouth just couldn't hand that treatment.  It was only
moments before my semen was filling her mouth and leaking out around the
edges of her lips, water washing it down her body and to the drain.

   Lying bed together, I was getting sleepy, but her dad's question kept
coming back to me.

   "Your dad asked me an interesting question." I started.

   "Oh?"

   "Yeah, he wondered if I thought you were gay."

   She startled and looked at me, suddenly serious.

   "Why did he ask that?  What did you say?"

   "He just thought you and Rosie were really close, in fact, he said she
was your only real friend.  He also said that he had come into the room a
couple times when you were alone together.  He said the feeling he got was
probably like what his dad had got when he caught him making out with his
girlfriend in high school."

   She flushed red all over and looked concerned.

   "My guess is that he almost caught you at least once."

   "Yeah.  Not as...  well not like when you and Diane caught us.  What did
you say?  Is he pissed?"

   "I said that I had no clue.  He said it's cool with him if you are.  He
adores Rosie, so she's pre-approved."

   "But mom?"

   "He said she probably doesn't suspect and she might be upset at first,
but she'd get over it.  She loves you more than you might believe."

   "I know she loves me.  That's why she's so clingy."

   "Your dad says that he's noticed a difference in her...  and you...  in
just the past few days.  He's super happy that he pushed the idea with your
mom.  Sorta threw me, having your dad thank me for being supportive of you.
If he only knew!" I laughed and she giggled.  We snuggled close, her leg
draped over my hip and fell asleep together.

   ***

   The next day, I left Emma alone again all day, as I drove a little south
of town to where I owned a little lake house.  I had an appointment to meet
with a contractor who was making some renovation and an addition to the
place.  He had some questions about the work and I want to check on
progress.  Up until Diane and Rosie had moved in next door, my plan had
been to remodel the lake house and move there, then do some deferred
maintenance on the other house and put it on the market.  Now I was
thinking of selling the lake house, maybe...

   The work had progressed well.  The contractor was a careful craftsman at
heart so I wasn't surprised at the little extra touches.  When I asked if
he could have it done by the 11th next month, he assured me that we could
make that a hard deadline.

   By the time I got home, Emma was wearily a summery dress that showed her
figure to good effect.  She had prepared a simple but delicious dinner from
a recipe that I had suggested.  We talked as we ate.

   "How are you feeling today?" I asked and she gave a sly smile.

   "Do you mean is my pussy ready?" She giggled.

   "That's exactly what I mean!" I laughed.  "Put it this way...  I did an
experiment involving a hairbrush handle and it felt pretty good.  Think you
can do I better than the hairbrush?"

   "I'll give it my best effort!" I loved her sense of humor.

   I cleaned up after dinner.  As I was finally putting away the dish
towel, Emma took my hand and led me upstairs.  She had put fresh sheets on
the bed, and turned down the covers.  A couple of large, fat candles were
burning and one of those Himalayan salt lamps was lit, providing a soft
glow to the room.  A sent of lavender was in the air.  The girl had set the
stage.  She embraced me and we kissed.  As we kissed she unbuttoned my
shirt and let it fall the floor.  She then knelt, unbuckled my belt and
unzipped my jeans.  I kicked off my shoes.  Hooking her fingers in the
waist band, she managed to pull down my jeans and underwear together.  She
smiled at my partial erection, took it in her hand and started to suck on
me.  After a moment she rose, and directed me to sit on the bed.  I watched
in fascination as she turned her back to me, unzipped the back of her
dress, and let it fall open down to her ass, holding the front clutched to
her chest.  There were no lacy undergarments this time.  She was nude under
the dress.  Turning she gave me a coy look as she slowly lowered the front
of the dress to reveal the top of her breasts.

   "Rosie said you like to watch..."

   "Oh?  She did, did she?" How much had Rosie told her about us?

   "Mmmhmm...  she saw her mom undress for you.  She said it was so sexy.
Do you like?" She asked as she exposed her breasts.

   "Indeed.  I like very much."

   When the dress lay pooled around her feet, she stepped out of it into my
waiting arms.  She smelled lightly of a delicate floral perfume under her
ear as I kissed her.  The scent returned when I reached her freshly trimmed
pubic hair.  She came to orgasm quickly under my tongue and I moved up
kissing her breasts on the way.

   "I like my taste on your lips." She murmured.

   "You can have it anytime, little girl."

   With her hands on my shoulders she indicated she wanted me to roll onto
my back.  She climbed on top of me, again running her wet pussy up and down
the length of my cock.  This time she didn't drive me to the brink of
orgasm.  She sat up slowly and positioned my cock at her opening and ever
so slowly lowered herself down until I was fulling penetrating her.  She
looked down through half opened eyes that couldn't conceal her desire.

   "Oh, Jesus it's in me up to here." And she pointed to her navel.  "I
feel so full."

   "No pain?" She shook her head.

   Still looking down at where we were joined, she rose up until only her
labia were kissing the head of my slick cock.  Holding that position, she
looked up at me with a with a mix of childish glee and womanly lust.

   "God that looks good." She said in a husky voice just before she lowered
herself again.  She rose again slowly and lowered equally slowly several
times.  She was so wet and inconceivably tight.  Soon she her motions
became faster and more urgent.  I could sense that she was ready to cum a
second time, and I concentrated on delaying my orgasm, as difficult as that
was with the sight and sensations of her riding me.  Her back arched, she
let out a loud moan, breathing hard.  Her thighs twitched and spasmed and
she fell forward in a limp pile on my chest.  I rolled her off me.  She
smiled.

   "You didn't cum" She said.

   Without a word I spread her legs and mounted her keeping my body weight
resting on my elbows.  I entered her gently and took slow, deep strokes. 
It didn't take long for my orgasm to come as I thrust in deeply one last
time.  I could feel the semen fill her and start to slip out around her
labia.  There was no room in her for my cock and my fluids.  I rolled to
her side and my cock withdrew half way.  We lay that way for a long several
minutes, kissing and getting our breath under control.

   "You were so gentle with me." She said.

   "Of course, my little sweetheart.  I don't want to hurt you."

   "It didn't hurt at all!  It was more than I ever expected."

   I dozed for a moment, but woke when she retrieved a soft, dry wash cloth
from under the pillow and first wiped my limp cock and then her pussy. 
Again, I realized how this girl had it all planned out.  We snuggled and
dozed.  We woke in the night and returning from the bathroom I blew out the
candles.  We made love again slowly in the soft light.  It took me longer
to ejaculate this second time, but she had two orgasms.  She surprised me
by letting me slip out of her after each orgasm, and going down to suck my
cock still wet with her fluids and on the final time she was rewarded with
a mouthful of my semen, which seemed to please her.

   ***

   The evening of Diane's return, Emma spent the day cleaning the house
from top to bottom, while I took the task of picking her up from the
airport.  I had just pulled into the cellphone waiting area when Diane
called.  She was at baggage claim and would be heading straight to the curb
in front of arrivals.  She waved when drove up.  Settled in the car, she
went immediately in to the twenty questions routine.

   "So how did it go with Emma, or should I ask, how far it went?" She
pressed

   "It went very well!  I really like the girl and we had lots of fun with
cooking lessons for her.  I even went to dinner with her parents and
fishing with her dad." I said, deliberately being evasive.

   "You know full well what I mean!"

   "Do I?" I replied with a grin as I merged onto the highway and she poked
me in the ribs.  "Watch it!  Poke the driver and you might get us all
killed!" I chuckled moving into the center lane of rush hour traffic.  Emma
told her parents that she is staying over tonight because she prepared
dinner for us tonight.  So thank me for the cooking lessons later.  Kisses
will be the accepted currency of payment."

   "Grrr...." she growled at me.  "Did you get in her pants?" She demanded.

   "Well, usually when I was in her, she didn't have anything on at all." I
said trying to sound innocent.

   "Ohh!  Tell me!  Is she on the pill?  Did you use condoms?"

   "Neither!  Don't dwell on that with her.  She can't have kids which is a
major disappointment and a huge benefit.  That treatment for Leukemia..."

   "Oh my, I didn't know."

   "She figured out eventually that you set us up for a week alone
together, and I think she suspects your interest in her, but she didn't
say. The funniest thing is that while Ed and I were driving back from
fishing, he asked me if I thought she might be gay.  I then told her about
the question and she is mulling that over now.  Her dad wants her to come
out if she is in fact gay.  Sounds really supportive that way.  He even
pre-approved Rose as a girlfriend.  Alice...  maybe it would take her a
little longer to come to grips with it."

   "Oh, she'd get over it." Diane said.  "But it sounds like Emma likes
boys too...  or at least older men."

   "Glad you said older and not OLD" I laughed.

   Emma met us at the door with the same dress from the night before, with
an apron over it.  She threw her arms around Diane and gave her a big hug.

   "Thanks for letting me stay here!" She gushed and then turned to me and
kissed me, obviously showing off our relationship.  "Dinner is ready!  I'll
take the bag up while you freshen up, Diane."

   On the way up the stairs, I trailed behind them and I got a pretty good
view up Emma's dress to confirm that she was dressed the same as the night
before, meaning nothing underneath.  What was she planning?  She deposited
the suitcase on a chair and left us in the room.

   "Dinner's ready so don't take long!"

   Diane wrapped me in an embrace and after a long kiss, whispered.

   "What's going on?  Did you notice that she called me Diane when we came
in?  She's always called me Mrs.  McGuin in the past."

   "No clue what she's thinking at all but she's acting like an adult so
let's treat her as one.  All she said was that she had talked to her
parents about stay to make dinner for us, and she would leave sometime
tomorrow." I didn't mention my little observation on the stairs.  I didn't
want to get Diane's hopes up.  Diane went in to the bathroom and I headed
downstairs.

   "Can I help?" I asked as I walked into the kitchen.

   "Sure.  I don't know how to open that wine you gave me for tonight.  Can
you open it and pour?  There are glasses on the table."

   The table was set, and I hadn't finished pouring wine in three glasses,
when Diane came into the dining room, she had changed into a light cotton
dress.  Emma came a moment later with a hot casserole, set it on the table
and headed back to the kitchen.  Diane and I seated ourselves.  When Emma
returned with the salad, she placed it between Diane and me.  As she passed
me she let her hand trail affectionately over my shoulder.  She sat
opposite me, and next to Diane, who was at the head of the table.  She
placed a hand affectionately over Diane's hand.

   "I can't thank you enough for letting me look after your house!" She
said very warmly and sincerely, squeezing Diane's hand.  After a moment she
picked up her wine glass.

   "I've never proposed a toast before, so I'll probably mess it up, but
here goes." She flushed.  "To Diane, for so generously sharing so much with
me, and to Alan for being such a wonderful teacher.  Cheers!"

   We clinked glasses and Diane's eyebrows lifted in question she held her
glass out to clink mine.

   "So Alan is a good teacher?  What all did he teach you?" Diane asked.

   "So much!  Before this week, I could never have made this dinner.  I
hope you like it.  And he taught me so much more.  I could show you some of
those things after dinner, if you want." She blushed deep red."

   "I believe I would like that very much!" Diane said, and reached out to
squeeze Emma's hand allowing her hand to linger.

   Dinner passed with me recounting my fishing trip and the lack of
catching anything, Emma talking about cooking and Diane soaking it in.  I
could tell she was entranced by the changes in the petite girl that she had
always known as her daughter's sidekick.  She seemed to have matured and
blossomed.

   After dinner, I cleared the table and chased the girls into the living
room each with a refreshed glass of wine.  When I was done cleaning up, I
found them seated in the living room going through a scrapbook of Rose's
middle school years.  They made room for me in between them.  I could smell
the pheromones in the room.  Both women were sexually aroused, and Emma was
clearly a little tipsy.

   "You were so cute in this picture after your first swim team victory!"
Pointing to a picture of five skinny girls in speedos.

   "They were stick figures." I laughed.  "Cute little stick figures!  I
put and arm around Emma and hugged her.  "She has curves now."

   "She's still a skinny thing." Diane said.

   "I am not!  I am slender with curves in the right places." Emma
protested.

   "Prove it!" Diane said laughing, and Emma stood up and without
hesitation, no doubt due to the wine, turned her back to us, unzipped the
dress and let the back fall open to display her cute little ass.  She
turned and as before held the front of the dress up to cover her breasts.
She looked at me and then Diane for an instant as if she was thinking twice
about this brazen behavior.  Apparently what she saw in our faces was what
she needed.  The second thought was good enough and she slowly lowered the
dress to expose her breasts.

   "Oh, you do have the right curves!" Diane said enthusiastically, and
turned to me.  "You did teach her well.  She's brave and she is sexy."

   "You think?" Emma said with a note of surprise.

   "Of course I think so!" Diane said holding her arms out.  Emma let the
dress drop and stepped forward to sit in the space I had cleared between
us. Diane hugged her and gave her a long kiss on the lips.  "I am sure that
there is more that you've learned that you can show me."

   "Can I?" she asked.

   "The class room is upstairs." I said and took Emma by the hand, leading
her out of Diane's embrace.

   Upstairs I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Diane shed her dress.
I wasn't surprised that she too wore nothing underneath.  Emma eyes grew to
saucers looking at the older woman's toned body.

   "You shave like Rosie does." She blurted out and looked down at her
blonde bush.

   "Yours is too pretty to shave off." Diane said, putting an arm around
her and running her hand down her belly.  I could see Emma shiver at the
touch.  My curiosity had me wondering how far this would go.

   "What was your first lesson?" Diane asked in a husky, aroused voice.

   "Hmmm...  I had to learn to undress him.  He made me do it!  He said it
was the first lesson." She teased.

   "Let me help." Diane said.  She took one of my hands while Emma took the
other, and pulled me to my feet.

   While Diane fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, Emma knelt to unbuckle
my belt and take my trousers down.  Standing there in only my underwear,
Emma caressed my erection.

   "See this?" She asked looking up at Diane.  "This is big and hard
because he is turned on, so we need to take it out." She pulled them down
and my cock sprang out loose.

   "His cock likes to be kissed, licked and sucked on." Emma said, and
Diane knelt next to her.

   "Show me." Diane said.

   "Well, okay." She cupped my balls in one hand and licked the length of
my shaft up to the swollen head, kissing it before sucking it into her
mouth.  I moaned.

   "See, he likes that.  You want to try?"

   Diane took my cock and repeated Emma's demonstration.  Emma took Diane's
hand and wrapped it around me.

   "See, my mouth is too small to take much in, but if I use my hand I can
stroke and suck.  It makes him feel like he is in farther.  That's right.
He likes that, huh?  But you can probably fit more of him in your mouth."

   Diane showed her ability to take me into her throat.  Emma was
impressed.

   "See, he would way into my throat if I took that much in." Emma said.

   "Some women can do that, Emma, but that's an advanced lesson." Diane
offered.

   "Anyway he showed me how he cums.  Once I made him cum with my hand and
I got some on my cheek!" She giggled.  "Another I made him cum with my
mouth and I got it all and swallowed it.  That was pretty neat."

   "You liked it?"

   "Yeah, a lot.  I liked the way his penis felt in my mouth when he
ejaculated, and I love his semen.  Plus I knew it was really making him
feel good so that made me feel good too.  Know what I mean?"

   "Indeed I do!  What else did you learn?"

   "Well the first time it hurt and I bled a little when we broke my hymen.
We couldn't do anything down there for a few days, but when we did, it was
amazing.  He made me cum a lot with his mouth.  Does he do that for you?"
Diane nodded.

   "Alan, can we show her the good stuff?" Emma asked and I laughed and
nodded.

   "Do you want to be on top?" I asked, and she nodded back.

   "See, If he is on his back then I can fit him all in." She said as she
lowered herself onto me.  "See, it's all the way in and look how big it is
next to me." She rose up and held my cock against her belly as she had done
before with me.

   "Oh god, Emma, it goes to your belly button!" Diane gasped as she
reached and stroked my cock and Emma's belly.

   "Yeah, crazy, huh?  You want to try?"

   "Just let me just take a taste.  Then can I see you cum?" She was
clearly in complete arousal.

   Diane leaned in to where my cock was next to Emma's belly and began to
suck.  I close my eyes for a moment but opened them again when I heard Emma
moan.  I looked down.  Was Diane sucked me, she was fingering Emma.  Her
thumb was rubbing Emma's clit and it looked like a finger was inside the
girl.  When Diane stopped sucking me, she positioned my cock under Emma and
guided it in, holding the base as I filled the girl.  Emma began a steady
rhythm up and down, while Diane lowered herself to kiss me.  When Emma
began the distinctive shuddering and quivering that marked the beginnings
of her orgasm, Diane sat up, caressed her breasts and began sucking a
nipple.  The effect on Emma was high voltage electricity.  The spasms in
her vagina caused me to erupt in my orgasm and shortly we all collapsed
together.

   "You taught her well, Alan."

   "She's a good pupil." I said and Emma grinned.

   "What about you, Diane?" Emma asked considerately, her hand seeking
between Diane's thighs.

   "Emma are you sure?" Diane asked.  Emma just nodded and moved down
between Diane's thighs.  Soon Diane was groaning with pleasure as Emma
licked her pussy, I kissed her and stimulated her nipples.  The older
woman's pent up arousal brought her to an intense orgasm quickly.  Emma
moved up.  I kissed her with Diane's juices on her lips.  I dozed, but as
fell asleep I heard Diane ask how she learn that last lesson so well. 
Knowing I as falling asleep she whispered in response.

   "Rosie and I discovered a lot together and I learned from what Alan did
to me."

   ***

   I woke several times in the night.  One time Emma was between us and
another Diane was in the middle.  I had slept through their changes in
position, but I sleepily suspected that I had missed out on some activity
in the night.  When I woke with the morning light coming in the window, I
was alone.  After dressing, I headed downstairs to find the girls in the
kitchen eating cereal and talking quietly.

   "Good morning Alan." They said in unison.

   "Good morning girls.  What's on the agenda today?"

   "I am going home today.  Mom and dad have some plans.  Not sure what but
they want me home.  I think they just miss me." She said with a smile.

   "Rosie will be back in a couple of weeks, and she'll want you over.  In
her few calls, she's talked about sleepovers." Diane said.  Emma looked
sheepish and Diane gave her a questioning look.

   "Uh...  we talk every day.  She has lots of plans." Emma said.

   "Everyday?  No fair, she's my daughter!" Diane complained.

   "Yeah?  Well, she's my girlfriend." Emma taunted.

   "Hmmm...  So you're coming out?" I mused.

   "Well, I know I'm not gay, but yeah.  She's my girlfriend.  So, that
makes us bi?"

   In response to this Diane beamed a huge smile, and I asked.  "Are you
going to come out to your mom and dad?"

   "Yeah, I think.  Maybe to my dad, but I think I'll tell them I'm just
gay, cuz I don't think they could understand bi.  Is that weird?"

   "You know them best." Diane said.

   "Besides, if they know Rosie and I are together....  They won't ever
suspect anything about Alan being my FWB." Emma said thoughtfully.

   "FWB?" Diane looked confused.

   "I guess you're my FWB too" Emma giggled to Diane.  "Friend With
Benefits."

   "Before you go, and with you here too, Diane.  I need to know.  How much
does Rose know about what happened this week?" I asked looking from Diane
to Emma.

   "She let me know what Emma wanted." Diane said and looked at Emma.

   "She knows all about it." Emma said.  "Yeah...  all...  and maybe I need
to tell you, that I know about what Alan does with her too."

   Diane started to protest about Rosemary's promise of secrecy.

   "No, she didn't just come out at tell me, but I figured it out and then
she couldn't hide it.  Don't blame her."

   "I think we should all get together and have a discussion when she gets
back.  Can you join us for her birthday surprise getaway?  Alan has
something mysterious up his sleeve."

   Emma looked disappointed.  "No, that week mom and dad and I go to the
beach in North Carolina with his family.  It's a huge house and all his
side of the family.  No way I can get out of it without pissing them all
off."

   "We'll find a way afterwards then.  Deal?" I said.  Emma grinned and
hugged me.

   ***

   The next weeks passed in a blur.  I made several trips to the lake house
to check on the contractors' work.  On the last trip the painters were
there.  When they were done the project would finally be complete.

   With Rose still at camp, Diane and I spent most weekday evenings at my
house having intimate dinners, and yes, intimate relations.  We made love
in almost every room in the house.  I took her by the pool and on her knees
leaning over the coffee table with the TV playing but completely ignored.
We talked endlessly about our past lives, politics, Rose, Emma, Emma and
Rose, and everything else under the sun and moon.  We planned a vacation to
Paris where a friend of mine had an apartment on the Rive Gauche of the
Seine.

   Rose was scheduled to come home two days before her birthday, so we
planned to pick her up, and then the next day take her for the surprise
birthday trip of which neither Diane or Rose knew the details.  With all
the talking and intimate discussion, I had managed to defend this little
secret from all of Diane's attempts to extract it from me.  While she used
the opposite of torture to interrogate me, I was proud of my ability to
hold a secret, even in the midst of an orgasm.

   We picked Rose up from the camp on a Saturday.  The Director of the
camp, pulled Diane aside and told her that she had offered Rose one of two
position for next summer.  She could either be the lead counselor or she
could be the advanced swim instructor.  She knew that Rose was torn between
her love of swimming and the more advanced responsibility.  She begged
Diane to help her go the leadership route.

   "I'll only promised to get you a decision by September." Diane was firm.
"We'll talk it out, but in the end, I'll support any decision she makes for
herself."

   The Camp Director smiled.  "Now I know exactly why she's such a strong
leader.  It's strong parenting." She looked from Diane to me smiling. 
Clearly she thought I was Rose's dad, and I found I really liked that
thought.

   ***

   I was just finishing loading my SUV with charcoal and bags of groceries,
when the Rose and Diane arrived carrying a cooler between them and
overnight bags over their shoulders.  They were both wearing matching jeans
and loose, light knit tops.  They both that had on similar sun glasses,
baseball hats for the Nationals and their hair back in pony tails threaded
through the back of their hats.

   I smiled appreciatively and asked, "Sisters?  Mom and mini-Mom?  What do
we have going on here?"

   They laughed but declined to respond.  There seemed to be some sort of
joke between them, but I didn't press them for an explanation.

   "Where are we going?" Rose asked from the back seat as we drove out of
the neighborhood.

   "It's a birthday surprise!  I hope you'll love it." I taunted and
offered no further explanation.  I figured if they had secrets, I could
have my own.  Grinning mischievously, I looked to my right at Diane sitting
in the front passenger seat.  She smiled back and looked over her shoulder
at her daughter.  I could feel a buzz of excitement between them.

   "Is it private?" Rose blurted out.

   "Why does that matter?" I asked with mock innocence.

   "Oh, it doesn't.  I was just curious." She replied but her mother
snorted trying to contain a laugh.

   "Will you two share the joke, or whatever?" I asked.

   "Oh, we're all about sharing, Alan, but you'll have to wait.  It's only
fair since you won't tell us where we are going!" Diane said with a sly
smile.

   "Hmmph" I responded with feigned frustration but great anticipation.

   "Alan, can I hook my iPhone to the car speakers or should I just put
earbuds in?" Rose changed the subject.  I let her pair her iPhone with my
car's audio system, and for the rest of the trip we listened to her
playlist of country music.

   The house that I had be fixing up was in a little community south of the
metro area, called Lake in the Woods.  It was a compact bungalow with 3
bedrooms, 2 baths, a living/dining room, kitchen, a balcony overlooking the
lake.  I had a small pontoon boat that served double duty as a dock
extension for my little sail boat.  There was also a little shed that I
called the boathouse, to store a collection of paddle boards and the
sailboat when they weren't in use over the winter.  Since I had only been
coming down to work on the house, the sailboat was in the boat house, but
the pontoon boat was free for sunset excursions on the lake.

   The contractor had knocked out a wall in the master bedroom suite to
make it bigger and to expand the bathroom, along with a small study nook
overlooking the lake, where I kept a computer.  That left my daughter's
room for when she returned to town and a guest room.  I hadn't touched
Lilly's room, so it was still decorated for a young teen girl, just as she
had left it before heading off to college three years before.  I supposed
that if she ever came back to visit for any length of time she might
redecorate in a bit more mature style, but somehow I suspected that her
visit in the future would be short and most likely accompanied by her
partner of the moment.  Maybe I would just have to update it myself, but
before my recent acquaintance with Diane and Rose, I hadn't thought to much
about visitors at the lake house, so I had left it alone.

   I returned from my reveries as I turned into the entry to the lakeside
community.  Winding our way down the wooded lanes, with peeks through the
trees at the lake beyond, I could feel the girls' excitement return.  I had
only told them that I was taking them for Rose's birthday surprise and to
pack for the weekend.

   When I pulled into the driveway, they saw the sign that said "Dumont
Haven," the cute little bungalow ahead.

   "This is your place?!?" Rose squealed in obvious delight.

   "Yes, but if you don't like it we don't have to spend the weekend, we
can head straight home after a picnic." I said.  as I opened the door.  I
had a little trepidation because the last time I had been out the only work
that remained was the painting.  I knew they were reliable guys, but
nonetheless, I worried that it would still be a mess.  Thankfully they had
not only finished the painting but had cleaned up.  The painting was
perfect and exactly the colors that we had discussed.  There were no signs
of the painters' drop cloths or blue masking tape, and all the furnishings
in the redecorated living/dining room were back in place.

   "Oh, it is absolutely lovely!" Diane crooned as she traversed the
living/dining room to the bay window and panoramic sliding glass door to
look out at the lake.

   "Can I swim?" Rose asked in a pleading question.

   "I say we should all get our suits on, get some drinks in a cooler and
go on down together.  Then we can all swim and relax.  Which room can we
change in?" Diane asked.

   "You can change anywhere you want!" I replied with a laugh, "but that is
Rose's room, pointing to the guest room.  and the other is ours, if you're
okay with that?"

   Rose dashed to her room and we adjourned more slowly to the master
bedroom.  As Diane changed she admired the room, the view of the lake it
afforded and the skylight over the bed.  We could hear Rose tapping on the
door and whispering for us to hurry up.

   "Come in silly!" Diane said.  "It's unlocked."

   I just managed to get my swim suit pulled up, and Diane was still bare
chested and putting her bikini top on when Rose popped through the door
wearing a simple one piece Speedo from her former high school's swim team.

   "Hurry up guys!" Rose urged.

   I decided we should unload the coolers into the fridge later, but I
quickly filled an ice bucket, and put a jug of margarita mix, some limes, a
bottle of tequila in a basket.  As I headed out the door Diane grabbed a
bag of chips from a grocery bag and we went down the steps from the balcony
to the pontoon boat.  Even before we had reached the pontoon boat, Rose had
dived in and was swimming away.

   The pontoon boat had four chairs and a little table.  My late wife and I
had used it for sunset cruises on the lake and occasional small parties. 
It had a little electric motor that we could putter around slowly but we
usually didn't ever anchor anywhere.  We would just drift slowly and only
use the motor to occasionally adjust our position if we drifted to close to
shore, another boat or wanted to return home.

   Diane put her arm around me.  "You've had this place a while?" I nodded.


   "Lots of special memories here?" I nodded again.

   "Are you sure you want to share the memories and this special place with
us?" I nodded a third time and kissed her.

   "Diane, I'd like to share a lot more than this with you." She tilted her
head as though trying to read my mind and after a moment said.

   "I think I'd like to share more too."

   We stood with arms around each other and watched Rose swim further out
into the lake.  I walked to the pontoon boat, untied its mooring lines and
flicked the switch on the little electric motor.  Thankfully it showed a
full charge.

   "Let's give her a shorter swim back and find a good place for us to jump
in." I said.

   We spend the better part of the late morning and early afternoon playing
in the lake, splashing each other, pushing each other of the pontoon and
drinking margaritas.  I made sure that Rose's margarita was very weak, but
they weren't virgin margaritas and by the time we putted back to the house,
we were all hungry and a feeling a buzz.

   "I'll fire up the grill but we need something solid to eat before I can
get the steaks cooked!" I said

   "Rosie, be a love and get us some cheese and crackers or something while
I get the groceries put away." Diane directed.

   The coals were starting to get that even gray dusting that shows they
are ready, when Rose returned with a platter of pieces of pita bread,
crackers, hummus, three different kinds of cheese and some cut up fresh
carrots, celery and cauliflower.  She had changed out of her swim suit and
was in the sundress from the evening before.  I suspected that she had no
bra on, panties I wasn't sure about.  Her hair was still damp and hanging
to her shoulders.  She looked adorable.

   Diane came out shortly thereafter with fresh margaritas, and wearing the
identical outfit as her daughter.  When she sat down I could see that she
didn't have panties on, so it was a good guess that if they playing at some
game with the way they dressed, and that Rose was similarly panty-less.

   "You said it was private here.  I could see houses when we were out on
the boat" Rose said with a bit of whining complaint in her tone.

   "Can you see houses how?" I asked.  "Don't be a whiner, little girl!"

   "Yes Sir!  No more whining, Sir!" She responded with a mock salute "So
the neighbors really can't see here?"

   "Nope, not from the sides and we're just a little too high up for them
to see us from the lake.  They would have to come by boat to the dock and
start climbing the stairs before they could see us here." I clarified.

   Rose jumped up from her seat, whooped "Yay!" and did a little victory
dance.  She stopped and looked pointedly at her mother, who also stood,
though without the dance.  They both then lifted their dresses over their
heads and proved my guess to be correct- no panties.  They were both
standing in front of me stark naked in the sunlight.

   "You too!" Rose said looking straight at me.  "What's good for the geese
and all that stuff!  It feels great to be naked outdoors on a warm
afternoon."

   Diane crossed to me and put her arm around my waist and pulled me close.

   "Is this all too much for you?" she asked softly.

   I nuzzled her ear and whispered, "If I take these swim short off, my
dick will be standing out like a flag pole!"

   She laughed and whispered back, "So?  It would be sort of insulting if
you were limp around two pretty women!"

   Now I was feeling embarrassed and yet curious.  I had a pretty good idea
what they were thinking.  I was pretty sure what Diane was thinking, after
our night with Emma, but I couldn't be sure how far it would really go.  I
couldn't get the image of that video that Diane had showed me of a mother
teaching her daughter about sex.  My erection surged at the thought.  This
made the removal of my swim suit a little more awkward.  When I was finally
as naked as they were, Rose was staring fixedly at my cock.

   Embarrassed, I turned away and found myself facing the hot grill.  Was
it to be the hot grill or the hot girl?

   "I think I'll need an apron before I grill the steaks.  Hot fat wouldn't
feel very good if I got grease spattered on myself like this!" I said
before darting into the house to find my barbecue apron.  A moment of
privacy and the house's air conditioning helped deflate my cock.  When I
returned wearing an apron emblazoned with the phrase, "Real Men Grill It
Hotter," both of my beauties broke out in laughter.  I looked down to see
what they were laughing at and started chuckling myself.  At least my cock
wasn't acting like a tent pole under the apron!

   After our early dinner, we sat squeezed together on the balcony's
loveseat with an arm around each of them and quietly watched the sunset
over the lake.  I wasn't surprised when Diane asked if the hot tub worked.
I disengaged myself from them and set about to remove the covers and start
the hot tub's gas heater and pumps.

   "It'll take an hour or so to get truly hot, but it will be warm enough
to get in pretty quickly." I said.

   The women went into the house with the dishes and to use the bathrooms,
so I trailed after them and put the dishes in the dishwasher.  By the time
they came out, I was sitting outside again and the hot tub had warmed a
pleasant though hardly hot temperature.

   "You can't wear that apron in the hot tub, Mister!" Diane insisted. 
"Lose it and join us!"

   Rather than have them in the tub waiting and watching me, I stood up
immediately, dropped the apron on the deck and climbed in ahead of them. 
From my new perspective I had a delightful view of them lifting their legs
over the edge of the tub.  They settled on either side of me and snuggled
close.  The Moon was rising and the world felt wonderful.  It wasn't long
before I felt Diane's hand on my cock and it started to harden.  I looked
at her and smiled.  The bubbles seemed to hide the submerged activity, so
perhaps Rose might not notice.  As if on cue I felt another hand on my
thigh, but this time from Rose's side.  I looked at her and she was
grinning.

   "Okay girls, what is going on here?" I demanded.

   They both give me innocent looks but Rose's hand moved up to join her
mother's on my cock.  As eager as I was for what seemed to be unfolding, I
was also a little shocked by the actual fact of it happening.  I started to
rise to my feet, but Diane restrained me with a gentle hand on my shoulder.

   "Okay, we should have talked to you last night or at least once we got
here, but it never occurred to me that you would object.  I am sorry.  I
want this to be her birthday present.  Can I explain now?"

   "Well.  I guess so." And I sat down again.

   "This might take a while." She started.  "But I have to go back to when
I was 14 and I lost my virginity.  It was pretty awful.  I was looking for
approval and love in all the wrong places.  It was an older guy, almost 30,
like that jerk Rich that Rosie hooked up with.  By 16, I was pregnant and
lost the baby in a miscarriage.  My parents almost put me in a home for
wayward girls, but they decided that the Bible would save me."

   "Well apparently, the Bible didn't work, and by 18 I was out of there
and married to Don.  By the time I was 19, and Rosie was born, Don insisted
that I finish school, go on to get a Masters, and a job.  He was a
wonderful husband and a loving father - in some ways a father to both of
us. A while back I decided that Rosie wasn't going to get pregnant like I
did, but I am not stupid enough to think that she would be any less
interested in boys her mother was.  So, when she started acting out after
her dad died, I put her on the pill.  When I talked to her last night, she
confessed that she is still a virgin, so she has lasted three years longer
than I did!"

   Diane reached over me and pulled her daughter close enough to kiss her
forehead.  "I think her father deserves a lot of the credit too.  Good
discipline and lots of love.  Anyway, I got to thinking about a video that
Alan and I watched back before my conference trip."

   "What video?" Rose interrupted.

   "Just a video, darling, never mind.  Let me finish.  Where was I?  Oh,
yes.  So, I thought what a wonderful birthday present for a very grown up
seventeen year old?  Why shouldn't a mother teach her daughter more than
mothers traditionally do?  Why not teach her about love and sex with
someone who will make her first time wonderful.  Someone like you.  No. 
Not with someone like you - with you!  " She stopped.  "Whew!  I got it all
out!"

   "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I was in shock and getting
harder by the millisecond.

   "Yes, she is saying that she wants you both to teach me about sex.  She
wants you to make love to me like you did with Emma!!  Yay!!" Rose chimed
in.  "Will you?"

   Feeling their hands on my balls and my shaft, I responded, "I guess it's
already a little late for me to say no, but can we just see how it goes and
take it one step at a time as long as it still feels right?"

   "Of course," said Diane

   Rose stoked the length of my cock and added, "It feels right to me!"

   I leaned over and kissed Diane pulling her close.  She responded
passionately, I then kissed Rose the same way, my tongue probing past her
lips.  I then pulled back I looked at them both.  Diane looked at me
questioningly, and then seeming to remember the video, she pulled Rose
across and kissed her the same way, tongue and all.

   It was Rose's turn to be shocked.

   "Mom!" she exclaimed, when they broke the kiss

   "We'll be sharing him, and his bed, we will be touching, so yes, kissing
and touching each other is okay too.  Right?" She said, looking to me for
confirmation.

   I could see Rose thinking about her mother's statement and that it
wasn't so different than kissing Emma.  She turned, looking up at me for
approval.  I nodded slowly.  She reached for her mother again and kissed
her equally passionately, with one hand on her mother's breast.

   "Thank you, Mom!" I heard her breathe softly.

   We spent what seemed like hours making out in the hot tub.  The water
was heating up and so were we, and eventually it became too hot to bear.

   Rose was eager for things to proceed beyond the hot tub, so she
volunteered to get some towels, and went onto the house.

   "I think you are making my Rosie very happy!" Diane said after a kiss.

   "No.  Honestly, it is you that made her happy.  I would have never dared
even suggest this, and let alone dare to follow through without you.  Even
at seventeen, she is still minor after all." I responded.

   We were still in the tub when Rose returned with the towels.  I let
Diane get our first and take the first towel.  When I got out, Rose didn't
hold out a towel for me but started drying me herself.  As one might expect
with her particular enthusiasm, she started drying me from the chest down.
Soon she kneeling to dry my crotch, then my legs.  When she noticed the
water dripping from my head she looked a little annoyed because it was
distracting her from drying of my cock and balls - again.  I leaned over
her and shook my head vigorously.  Diane laughed but Rose gave me an
annoyed look as the water spattered her face and pert breasts.

   When were all finally dry, I led them into the house and suggested that
we would all sleep in the master bedroom's king sized bed together.  Rose
squealed with delight.  Diane was somewhat more subdued, but obviously very
happy.  She was on the threshold of living out a fantasy and transforming
her relationship with her daughter.  She moved ahead to turn down the overs
on the bed, completely unaware of how sexual she looked in front of me and
her daughter.  We both stood there watching and admiring her.  She looked
up at us.

   "What?" She said when she saw us looking at her.

   Rose broke the spell and went to her mother's arms to hug her, and I
admired the naked mother and daughter in a full embrace.

   "Mom," Rose said timidly.  "We all smell like chlorine from the hot
tub."

   "The new shower is big enough for all of us." I stated, and Rose led her
mother by the hand.  Diane gave me a pleased look over her shoulder and I
followed.  The water heated quickly and Diane found some of my late wife's
shampoo.  She looked at me questioningly, and I simply nodded and stepped
into the shower with Rose.

   I ended up getting lathered up with an unfortunately feminine scented
shampoo.  There was a lot of body rubbing and stroking.  It was a miracle
that I didn't cum in the shower!  After the shower, we all dried off, but
the girls stayed in the bathroom blow drying their hair and giggling.  I
was already in bed and getting drowsy when they came out, looking radiant
and very pleased with themselves.

   They stood at the foot of the bed and let their towel towels drop
suggestively and then one went right and the other left to climb into bed
on opposite sides of me.  We snuggled close, and I was feeling drowsy when
Rose's had found my limp cock.

   "Mom," she said in a joking whine, "did we break it?  It's gone all limp
like."

   I laughed too, which didn't make me any harder, but Diane took up the
role of teacher and said.

   "No, Rosie darling, You can make him hard again, let me show you." She
rose to a kneeling position at my hip.  Rose copied her on my other side.
Diane did not have to demonstrate any superior or advanced technique to get
me aroused.  Merely having them both naked in that position made me harden.
Diane's full breasts hung down, but Rose's were smaller, firmer and less
pendulous.  Diane grasped my shaft gently in her hand and began to narrate
her teaching.  She described the head of my cock and how sensitive it was.
How I was circumcised and some men aren't and have a sheath of foreskin
that covers the head.

   "Ouch!  " Rose exclaimed, "Didn't that really hurt to have cut off??"

   I laughed, "I suppose it did when I was a baby.  But I assure you that I
have no memory of it at all."

   Diane brought her attention back as she began to demonstrate how to
gently handle my balls and how to lick my shaft and kiss the head.  Rose
watched in rapt attention as Diane slowly took my shaft in her mouth, inch
by inch, until her lips touched my balls and her throat bulged.  Equally
slowly she drew back, releasing my shaft and taking a deep breath.

   "That was impressive!" I admired.  She nodded and offered me to her
daughter.

   "It takes practice to get it in that far without gagging, but don't
worry, if you want to please our man, you only have to take in the head and
the top of the shaft.  That's the most sensitive part.  The rest is really
for showÉ" She grinned.

   Gingerly, Rose licked the tip and gave it a little kiss before taking
the head in her mouth.  I moaned with pleasure and Diane ran her fingers
over my chest.  Extending a hand I probed Diane's inner thighs with one
hand and fondled Rose's nearest breast with the other.  Diane guided Rose's
hand to my shaft and encouraged her to stroke up and down with her hand, in
sync with the rhythm of her mouth.

   It didn't take me long to reach that edge where any further stimulation
would lead to my inevitable orgasm.  I put a hand down in warning.

   "Slowly, honey." Diane cautioned, and Rose let her lips release me.  She
looked up with curiosity, wondering what was next.

   Diane slid off the bed and tugged at my legs to get me to drop them over
the side of the bed.  As I sat up, she motioned to her daughter to join her
kneeling on the floor.  I looked on puzzled until I realized she was
reenacting a scene from the video of a mother teaching a daughter.  I knew
what she wanted, but I always thought that a man cumming on a woman's face,
or in this case two women's faces, was only the stuff of porn videos.

   "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" I asked.

   Diane nodded.  "Just this once, please?"

   Rose seemed to suspect what her mother wanted and had already started
sucking me again.  They were both looking up at me, the brown eyes shining
with anticipation.  As Rose sucked the head of my cock, Diane busied
herself licking my balls and up my shaft.  For one glorious moment, both
their lips met at the head and the paused to kiss, before Diane took me
deep into her mouth.  I could feel my orgasm roiling up from my balls and
remembering the scene from the video, I grasped my own cock and started
stroking, while both women looked up.

   "Try not to get our eyes," Diane murmured in a throaty voice.  "I want
Rosie to see it spurt out.  Open your mouth dear."

   I needed no further prompting and released my load, making sure both
women got a taste, but getting some on each of their cheeks and even a
little on Rose's right breast as well.  Diane was shining with excitement
and Rose's face showed she was startled by the suddenness of my orgasm. 
When nothing further spurted out, Diane took me in her mouth and suckled me
lovingly for a moment, before turning her attention to her daughter.  I
realized that while Diane had instinctively swallowed her portion of my
load, Rose was holding hers on her tongue, not sure what to do.  Diane
proceeded to kiss her daughter, sharing the cum on her tongue and then
licking her daughter's face.  Without further prompting, Rose returned the
favor and cleaned her mother's face.

   Not wanting to be left out, I reached under Rose's armpits and lifted
her to a standing position, so that I could lick my own cum off of her
breast, eliciting a moan of pleasure.

   "Thank you both for indulging me.  I had seen that in a video, and wellÉ
I just wantedÉ" Her whisper trailing off as she seemed to lose her words. I
pulled her up as well and nuzzled both the women's breasts.  One set fuller
and more mature, the other so tender and nubile.  I looked up to see them
kissing again, Rose obviously as aroused by her mother's attention as her
mother was enthralled with her.  I continued kissing their breasts and
slipped a finger between each of their thighs finding theirs sex.  The
gasped simultaneously as my fingers penetrated them and my thumbs began to
gently massage their clits.  I moved down the bed while mother and daughter
kissed.  I found myself between Rose's thighs.  With one hand I encouraged
her to spread her legs, while I fingered her mother with the other hand. 
Rose's bare pussy felts so young and fresh under my tongue.  I heard her
break the kiss with her mother and gasp when my tongue spread her labia and
found her clitoris.  Soon I was lost in probing her smooth virgin opening
with my tongue while gently rubbing her clit.  It wasn't look before her
hips were bucking like she was riding a bronco.  She pushed her hips into
my face and used both hands to hold my head.  From the corner of my eye I
could see Diane looking on with lust in her eyes.  Suddenly Rose went
tense, shook violently and then went limp, breathing hard.  I could sense
Diane's arousal, when I reached her for a kiss.  She went wild with the
taste of her daughter on my lips, and I wished that I hadn't had an orgasm
so recently.  I desperately wanted to make love to her, but I did my best
with my fingers.  She became so wet that I could not resist tasting her
too. The taste of the two women was so similar that I could not distinguish
between them, but Diane's voluptuous, swollen labia were completely
different from Rose's smooth, tight ones.  It would be hard to say which I
liked better, so I just resolved to enjoy and give pleasure to both.

   Later that night, I couldn't sleep, so I left them sleeping.  I tiptoed
to the kitchen where I poured a dram of scotch and carried the glass and
the bottle out to the cool night air on the porch.  The stars and a small
sliver of moon were the only light glistening on the lake.  I heard the
tread of bare feet behind me.  I turned to see Diane behind me.

   "Would you like a dram of scotch?" I asked.

   "Is there wine left from dinner?"

   I got up to find the bottle and a glass.  I stopped by the linen closet
on the way back to the deck.  With a fleece blanket in hand I put the wine
on the table next to her.  While she was pouring, I draped the fleece over
her bare back and sat next to her.

   "It's a beautiful night." She murmured, snuggling close.

   "Mmhmm" I just vocalized contentedly.

   "What did you mean about sharing more with me?" She asked.

   "I just wanted to put it out there that if you were willing to...well...
sharing your life with me, I would get on one knee and ask you to." I
stammered.

   "Are you proposing, Alan."

   "I guess that's what it is, but if you are going to say no, I would beg
you to not let anything change.  We can continue like we..."

   "Yes." She interrupted.  "So now you shut up and kiss me.  We can talk
later."

   ***

   It was just a couple hours before dawn when Diane and I returned to bed.
Our return we tried to get into bed quietly, but it was inevitable that
Rose woke again.

   "Where were you" She asked sleepily.

   "On the deck, love." Diane replied.

   Rose was waking again.

   "Today's my birthday!" She realized, suddenly excited.

   "Can I have the rest of my birthday present now?"

   "You probably better do it now." Diane said.  "I don't know if I will
want to share my new husband in the future."

   "What?" Rose looked puzzled.

   "And it may not be appropriate to have sex with her new step-dad,
either." I said.

   "Huh?  You guys are getting married?" She screamed excitedly.

   "Well, that's usually what happens when a man's asks a woman to marry
him and she says yes." Diane teased.

   Rose threw her arms around both of us and kissed us each in turn.

   "That's the best news ever!  But hold it.  Are you serious that after
you're married, I can't...  I mean...  that's totally not fair!"

   "Well, we'll see." Diane said.  "But you have Emma, and if you want me
to share..."

   "Totally!  You can both shared!  We can all share!  I am totally into
sharing!" Rose gushed.

   She pushed my back on the bed, and straddled me.

   "This is what Emma said she did." She began to rub her virgin pussy up
and down the length of my shaft as Diane watched enthralled.  When her
fluids and my precum had lubricated us both, she rose up and pressed my
shaft against her belly as Emma had done.

   "It doesn't reach my belly button cuz I'm not freakin' tiny like Emma."
She gloated.

   "Seems Emma told you everything." I said and Diane giggled.

   Diane reached over and stroked my cock, while looking from me to Rose
with affection.  When Rose lifted her hips up, her mother positioned my
cock at her labia.  Rose slowly started to lower herself.  Her warm, slick
sheath slowly expanded to accommodate my girth and eventually my full
length.  She showed no sign of feeling the slightest pain.

   "No pain?" I asked.

   "No..." she gasped, "but you are so much bigger than mom's dildo."

   Diane started so speak.  I could see an admonishment forming, but she
stilled herself.  She looked over at me and just shrugged.

   "Funny thing." Diane said.  "Since I've had Alan haven't used that
dildo. Didn't even notice it was missing."

   Rose began to lift herself up and down more quickly.  Diane drew herself
up and kissed Rose, and then down to kiss me.  By this time, Rose's eyes
were closed and her breasts were heaving as she breathed.  Faster than I
had expected, she shuddered and collapsed on me.  I rolled her off onto her
belly.  When I positioned myself between her legs and lifted her hips, her
mother realized what was going to happen.  She took pillow from the head of
the bed and stuffed them under Rose's belly.  Her pussy was bright pink and
swollen.  I didn't take long to align my cock with her pussy and thrust it
in.  She expelled a whoosh of air.

   "Oh!  God!" She almost screamed.  "Fuck me daddy!"

   I suspected who she was thinking about when she said "Daddy," but I
didn't let that slow me down.  I didn't spare her as I had Emma.  I took
her with long deep strokes.  Rose was no fragile china doll.

   Diane lay beside her an arm under her daughter and one draped over her,
as I built up a momentum.  I was intoxicated by how tight and wet her pussy
was.  At one point she reflexively clenched her Kegel muscles, with the
effect of squeezing me out of her pussy.  I smacked her ass.

   "Relax, Rose.  Let me do the work." Her Kegels relaxed and I continued
thrusting.  In the haze of my arousal I heard Diane's voice.

   "My baby is a big girl, now," and I lost it.

   Sperm rose up my shaft and flooded her pussy.  I could feel Diane's hand
between the pile of pillows and where Rose and I were connected, rubbing
her daughter to heightened climax.  It was my turn to collapse to Rose's
side so that she was sandwiched between me and her mother.  Rose shifted to
her side, facing her mother, with my still erect cock buried inside her
pussy from the rear.

   "Mom, I am so glad you're marrying Alan.  We get to keep him!"

   "Indeed we do, my little girl."

   "Can I be your flower girl, mom?"

   "No baby, you need to be my maid of honor and you can ask Emma to be my
bridesmaid."

   ***

   The rest of the weekend past quickly.  The women talked of little other
than a wedding, either we were on the deck, floating on the pontoon boat,
eating at the table or with my cock buried in one of them in bed.

   We decided on a small wedding with immediate family, and few couple of
friends (including Emma's mom and dad.  Diane had called her boss on
Sunday, and told him about her engagement and that the wedding would be in
late August or early September.  I could hear him, even though Diane didn't
have the phone on speaker.  He had a loud, gruff voice.  I could hear him
congratulate her and to Diane's surprise he offered her to take the rest of
the month as remote work from home so that she could make wedding
arrangements.  He also approved her vacation in the beginning of September
for the honeymoon.

   Diane called a friend who was some sort of spiritual counselor who she
wanted to officiate, so we scheduled a time to meet with her in advance.  I
had no clue what a spiritual counselor was, but since I wasn't particularly
religious, avoiding a formal church wedding pleased me.  Whatever she
wanted.  I would have walked barefoot through hot coals to marry her.

   I had a former boss who was also retired and was very talented
photographer.  He had arranged a generous early retirement deal for me when
my late wife, Nicole, had been so ill.  I was deeply in his debt for that,
but we were also good friends, so I knew I could call on him to take the
wedding photos.  He would think that was just plain fun.

   Other than Diane and Rose, Emma was the most excited about our wedding.
She had come out to her parents while on vacation at the beach.  Her dad
and several of her cousins, helped Alice come to grips with the surprise,
and even come to embrace it.  The thing that really brought her around was
when Ed planted the idea in her head that if Emma married a woman then her
partner could be the one to get pregnant through a sperm donor, and Alice
might still get her grand babies.  I was amazed that Ed had talked that
openly with Emma about such intimate things, considering that he had be
reluctant to ask her about her sexual orientation earlier.  I suppose that
once she came out as gay to the family, it had opened the door to that sort
of conversation.

   My daughter Lily was hesitantly accepting.  I suspected that she thought
it was too sudden.  She had also caught on to the age difference between
Diane and I.  She probably though Diane was a trophy wife and probably a
gold digger to boot, even though my gold mine wasn't all that deep!  I
didn't worry, because we planned a trip out to Seattle so that Lilly could
meet Diane and Rose.  I was confident that just meeting Diane would
alleviate her concerns.

   Once we were back home, I called my friend about the photography.

   "Hey Harrison!  You'll never guess, I am getting married again!" I
enthused.

   "That's great Alan!  There had better be a wedding invitation in the
mail for Kathryn and me, or else." He joked.

   "Indeed there will be.  I am hoping that Dina and Allie can come too,
Lily will be flying out for the wedding and I know that she would love to
see them."

   "Can you stretch to two more?  We've taken in a couple of strays." He
asked.

   "Sure.  Just give me names and I'll make sure they're on the
invitation."

   "Great!  Add Lin and Erin to the list.  I've been meaning to have you
over to meet them.  We'll have to do that before the wedding.  When's the
big day?"

   "We're moving quick, but the date isn't set yet.  We hoped to do it
before school started, so we could have a honeymoon in Paris, with Diane,
my bride to be, and Rose, her daughter.  We should have that pinned down
once we have a location booked.  We have someone to officiate, but we need
a photographer.  You wouldn't happen to a great one?" I asked in a teasing
voice.

   "You're a dick, you know you can just ask!" He laughed.  "This Diane
must be really something to want to marry you, so absolutely, I'll do it
for her.  In fact, ask her if she wants to do an engagement shoot too. 
Those can be much more fun that the wedding.  Ceremonies get so formal."

   "No, we're hoping to do it outdoors.  Diane had some female pal who's
going to officiate.  Apparently she isn't a minister, but Diane says she is
"spiritual," whatever that means, and officiates weddings.  We'd looking
for an outdoor venue."

   "That sounds much more fun from the photographer's viewpoint.  Are you
willing to do it out of town?"

   "I had thought of my lake house, but you know the place.  Even with..."
I looked down at the note I had jotted.  "Erin and Lin, we won't be more
than 25.  We couldn't handle more than 10 at the lake house.  It's just too
small."

   "Let me check with my supervisor, but I'm pretty sure that Kathryn would
offer our cabin in West Virginia.  It's only an hour and a half out of
town. If people want to stay overnight we can host some and the neighbors
cabin might be free.  They're hardly ever up there and is always willing to
share.  We rent a Transit van, take my RV and you'd only need your car to
escape in!"

   "Are you sure?  That's an awful lot to offer."

   "I'm sure, but like I said, let me check with Kathryn.  Back to the
engagement shoot.  Talk to your new lady.  We could do it this week, if you
want."

   "She's still a working stiff.  Would Saturday or Sunday work?"

   "Either is fine, if Kathryn doesn't tell me otherwise.  I'll call to
confirm the date and the cabin."

   We talked a little longer, and hung up.

   Diane was thrilled with the idea of engagement photos.  That hadn't even
occurred to us.

   "Have you been to this cabin?  What's it like?" Diane asked.

   "Harrison calls it 'the cabin.' I guess because it's built with old hand
hewn longs, but it isn't a cabin.  It may be bigger that our two houses put
together.  The property is gorgeous.  He used to hold three day executive
retreats up there.  It would be the highlight of the year.  I don't know
exactly how many bedrooms there are, but if his neighbor's place is as big,
they could handle almost...  maybe 30 people?" I guessed.

   "Wow.  He'd do that for us?"

   "He offered, and he's the kind of guy who would give you the shirt off
his back.  Yes, if he offered, he means it.  His wife, Kathryn, and Nicole
were close.  If Harrison didn't offer he would."

   "Okay..." I could see her mind processing.  "We have the officiant,
venue, photographer.  Now all we need is the caterer, a cake and honeymoon
plans."

   "I have a great honeymoon planned.  Can I keep it secret or do I have to
tell you?" I taunted her.

   She grabbed me by the throat and playfully squeezed.  "I'll choke it out
of you Alan!  Now tell me!"

   "We'll my old company's European VP has an apartment on the Seine River
in Paris, and..."

   "Yes!!" She took her hands off my neck and threw her arms around me. 
"Paris!  How romantic!"

   "Romantic?" I pretended to be clueless.  "I was just being practical. 
It's free.  Since Laurent been offering it to me for a vacation for the
past year.  So I called him this morning and confirmed, we can have it for
a week anytime from August 22 through September 8th.  Doesn't Rose's school
start right after Labor Day?  The apartment has two bedrooms, but the way
things have been we won't need but one!"

   "It's right on the river?" She asked incredulously.

   "Yep.  By Ponte Neuf, on the Rive Gauche.  Plus since the price of the
lodging is free, I bet we could afford First Class tickets..."

   Diane's kisses became more passionate.  Clearly this conversation needed
a bedroom to finish it, but on the way up the stairs, my phone rang the
caller id said "HSutter."

   "Harrison.  That was quick."

   "No it's me, Kathryn.  I didn't have Diane's number so if she's there
put her on.  I want meet the woman that had healed your heart."

   I almost burst into tears as I handed the phone to Diane, "It's Kathryn.
Harrison's wife." Is all I could get out.

   "Lunch?  Today?" She looked at her watch.  "Sure...  Where shall we
meet? Oh?  Thank you.  We're at my house next door at the moment.  Yes. 
The blue one.  Okay.  Wow.  Thank you, I'll be looking forward to meeting
you too." She hung up.

   "I have to get ready.  She is coming to pick me up.  She said that you
would have to make yourself a peanut butter sandwich.  That seemed to mean
something."

   "Yeah, when she and Nicole went to lunches, sometimes they would leave
their poor husbands to fend for themselves.  When they got home, they'd ask
us what we had for lunch and we'd always moan and say peanut butter
sandwiches.  Really we would have gone out to lunch too.  When she's
coming?"

   "Now.  I mean however long it takes her to drive here.  How far is her
house?  Do I have time to change?"

   "It's only about 20 minutes in the middle of the day.  Where did she say
you're going?"

   "I'd better hurry then.  It the Diplomate, downtown.  It's pretty
relaxed, but not t-shirt and yoga pants relaxed.  Get out of my way!" She
rushed up the stairs, dodging past Rose who was coming down.

   "What's going on?" Rose asked looking up at her mother disappearing into
her bedroom."

   "Your mom has a lunch invitation from the wife of an old friend of
mine."

   "Why the panic?"

   "Cuz Kathryn is on her way over now.  She was a friend of Nicole's
and..." I brushed a tear away.  Rose pulled me into a hug.  "She wants to
meet the woman who, as she said, healed my heart."

   Rose continued to hug me silently for a long moment.

   "Then I better change too, cuz I healed your heart too!" She said
sounding gravely serious and then giggled.  "I'll fix some peanut butter
sandwiches for us."

   It seemed like only a few minutes, but I was lost in memories, when
Diane came down, in a summery dress and her hair done elegantly, but also
casual.  How did she pull that off?

   It was only a moment later, when the doorbell rang.  I answered and was
immediately embraced by Kathryn.  I was struck by how gorgeous she looked,
vivacious and trim.  She looked the same age as Diane, though I suspected
she was almost a decade older.  She was wearing a billowy white blouse,
that was almost sheer enough to show her figure, over skinny jeans and
heels.

   I introduced, Diane and Rose.  Kathryn appraised them both quickly.

   "Okay.  Keep an eye on Harrison." She said to me.  "He'll be trying
steal these two from you!" Then to Diane, "Come on!  I know we're going to
be best friends."

   Kathryn took Diane's hand and was out the door, leaving Rose and I to
say goodbye almost as the door closed.

   "Wow!  She's so pretty!" Rose said.  I could have sworn she would start
drooling.

   "Down girl.  She's married to my ex-boss." I laughed.  "Let's have those
peanut butter sandwiches and then go swim.  Whatta ya say?"

   "Ex-boss?"

   "Yes, he's retired too now.  We're still friends.  Kathryn was close to
Nicole before she passed away.  Harrison just does photography now.  Sorta
like a hobby.  Anyway, he's going to do some engagement and wedding photos
for us.  We may even have the wedding and reception at his place in West
Virginia."

   "Is he a wedding photographer?" She asked sensibly.

   "Uh...  no, but he's really good.  Mostly he does landscapes and travel
stuff.  He said something about a website a while back."

   "Can we look at it?"

   "I'll have to ask him for the URL." I said.  "I remember it was on the
side of his RV when I was over at his place last year helping him put a
mobile WIFI hotspot in the RV and a satellite dish for TV.  Something about
Odyssey.  You know like the Iliad and the Odyssey.  I'll ask him next time
we talk."

   ***

   Later that afternoon, Diane still wasn't back.  Kathryn was like that.
They were probably lingering over their second glass of wine.  I was
pulling some leaves out of the pool, when Rose came through the gate.

   "Did you say, Harrison Sutter was his name?  Odysseyphotography.com.  It
has to be cuz Kathryn is here on this website.  Wow!  Sexy!!" Rose
practically screamed.

   "What is sexy?" I asked

   "Come here.  Look at this!" She sat in the shade of an umbrella.  "I
found his website.  You said it was something about Odyssey and I found it
with Google."

   I sat down and she sat on my lap and together we looked at photos of
undressed and barely dressed beautiful women.  It was Harrison's website
alright because there was a featured image with Kathryn and two other
women, a blonde and an Asian woman, in a pile of sheets.  Elsewhere there
was a very provocative shot of Kathryn with Dina and Allie.

   "Oh!  He has been busy.  I recognize Kathryn and their daughters, but I
have no idea who all these other women are." I said.

   "They are all so pretty!  Do you think that he would take photos like
that of Emma and me?"

   "Photos like that?  Wait til you're 18, little girl!"

   "Some of these girls look my age." She pointed out a couple of different
blondes and a redhead.

   "Well, those two blondes aren't showing as much as the older women.  And
the redhead looks like a professional model, so she must be older than she
looks."

   "Well, he has to take some sexy one's of mom!" She insisted and then
wiggled her butt on my growing erection.  "You seem to like them, or is it
one in particular?"

   I hugged her and said, "It's you naughty girl!  You know your mom said
we can only do it with her there, but you're making it difficult."

   "I am making it hard." She chuckled.

   Just then the gate opened and Diane came through.

   "Mom!  Your back!  Alan says we can't do it if you're not with us, but
he's all hard and ready!" Rose said a little too loudly.

   "Hush girl!" Diane said.  "I have a new best friend and all you can talk
about is sex with your step dad to be.  Naughty girl!"

   "How did it go, love?"

   "Oh, Alan!  She is such a lovely wonderful person.  She showed me
pictures of their so-called cabin, it's perfect.  She said they have this
Filipina woman, Lin, who lives with them, that is a fantastic cook who will
cater at the wedding.  It's like a fairy tale."

   "Did you say, Lin, mom?" Rose screeched

   "Quiet down!  Yes, I said Lin, why?"

   "Cuz oh my god she's hot!  We were just looking at Mr.  Sutter's website
and he has all these hot models that he takes pictures of.  Lin is one of
them.  It made Alan hard!" She handed the iPad to her mother, who glanced
at it, did a double take and then sat down to look more carefully.

   "Oh, Alan." She whispered.  "These are beautiful...  steamy, huh?"

   "Indeed." I noticed that the redhead Rose had pointed out was named
Erin. "When I invited him, Kathryn and his two girls to the wedding,
Harrison asked if there was room for two more.  He referred to them as
'strays' that were living with him.  One was Lin, the other was this one,
Erin."

   We were still looking through the photos.  When my phone rang with
HSutter as the caller id.

   "Harrison?"

   "Yup.  We're on Buddy.  Kathryn says the she arranged with Diane to take
the engagement photos at your lake house on Saturday.  Should we get there
early for morning light or come later for late afternoon light?"

   "Hmmm.  If you have the day free, why don't you and Kathryn come for the
day and we can sail and hang out?"

   "Sounds good, but I was going to bring Erin.  She's sorta my
photographer's assistant, and if I bring her and Kathryn, I can't leave
Lin."

   I had a flash of a photo of Lin against a brick walls looking so sexy
and vulnerable.

   "Full disclosure, Harrison, we've seen your website.  They are both
almost as hot as Kathryn!"

   "Okay, then you may get to meet my muses!  I'll talk to them.  I may
drive the RV down.  I seem to remember you had enough space to park it,
don't you?  Or did that addition you were doing take that space?"

   "There is still space.  The addition is on the other side."

   "So see you bright and early on Saturday.  Tell Diane and Rose to have
some outfit changes."

   "After seeing your website, it's going to be hard to keep any outfit on
Rose, but she's only 17!"

   "I hear ya!  I've had that problem before."

   I hung up and told the girls about the plan.  They were so excited
headed straight back to the Doll House to start picking out clothes, even
though there were still several days to wait.

   ***

   "Hurry up Rose.  They will be here any minute." Diane had a cup of
coffee in her hand and I was making the bed in the master bedroom at the
lake house.  Harrison and crew would be arriving any moment.

   "Don't mess up you bed, but at least make it look like you've used that
room!" Diane called to Rose.  She was getting nervous about the photo shoot
for some reason, as she arranged fresh baked scones, orange juice, glasses
and coffee cups on the kitchen Island.

   When there was a knock on the door, I answered to find Harrison carrying
a camera bag, followed by Kathryn carrying another bag and two women I knew
to be Lin and Erin, carrying some sort of stands and some more bags.  I
stood by the door after being introduces to Erin and Lin.  They were both
as beautiful as their photos, inspire of just being simply dressed in jeans
and t-shirts.  They carried themselves with grace and sensuality.  How
could Kathryn stand having such gorgeous women around her husband all the
time?

   Rose stood in her bedroom doorway looking at the new arrivals in awe.  I
knew she saw them as being the ultimate in sensual glamor.  She blushed
when Harrison went out of his way to introduce himself and I suddenly
realized that I had been transfixed myself, but I needed have worried. 
Kathryn took over introductions of the other two women to Diane and then
brought them to me.  I felt like a shy teenager for some reason.

   "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir." Lin said with an almost
imperceptible curtsy.  A woman so beautiful with such humble sincerity. 
Erin shook my hand and introduced herself.  Somehow I felt like I had known
her all my life and I relaxed, all hesitancy evaporated.

   "Without a doubt, the pleasure is all mine." I said with growing
confidence.

   "Alan, I like what you've done with the place!" Harrison boomed.  "Can
we see the rest of it?"

   Diane led him into the master bedroom, and before I got there, I heard
him.

   "This is perfect.  I love all the light from that skylight.  What do you
think, Erin?"

   "Oh!  It's lovely.  it may be early in the day, but this light..." She
stepped close to Diane and looked at her.  "I'm thinking boudoir...  Are
you up for it, Diane?  It's Harrison's specialty."

   "I...  well..." Diane.

   "Mom!" Rose said.  "If you don't, I will!!"

   Lin started giggling and grabbed Rose gently by the shoulders and
pretended to hold her back.

   "This is for you mother, Padawan." Lin said still giggling.  "Will you
show me the lake?"

   Rose looked up at her reverentially, and nodded, suddenly at loss for
words.

   Erin put an arm around Diane's waist and made a hand motion to wave
everyone out of the room.  Such poise and confidence from a woman so young.
She was obviously a professional model as well as Harrison's assistant and
whatever else.

   Fifteen minutes later, Erin opened the door a crack and motioned for
Harrison to come with his camera, giving me a subtle shake of the head,
before my feet had moved to follow him.

   The door closed and for the next forty-five minutes, all we heard were
soft voices coming from the room.  When they emerged, Diane seemed more
relaxed than I had seen her all week.  I stood up and was about to speak,
when Erin spoke first.

   "Diane gets to review them first." She said gently.

   "Yeah, buddy.  It's nothing you haven't seen before." Harrison joked.

   I could only sputter with frustration, until Diane came and kissed me.

   "It was fun and you'll get to see any that don't make me look fat." She
whispered affectionately and I my frustration melted away.

   "Where is everyone else?" Harrison asked.

   "I think they are in the lake.  They went out and then came back,
changed into swim wear in Rose's room and left." I said.

   "Well we didn't need them at the moment anyway, but why don't you and
Diane get swim suits on and well get some of you down by the lake too." He
offered.

   Now, getting Diane alone and the out of her clothes sounded like a great
idea to me after waiting all that time and imagining her in sexy outfits in
the bedroom!

   "Don't get distracted by each other when you're changing." Erin
admonished jokingly.  "We're on the clock!"

   "Task driver!" I muttered, but Diane wasn't in a mood to be distracted
anyway.  She was eager to take more photos.

   The deck was shaded in the soft morning light, but Erin held up a big
reflector and put some light on us as we lounged in each other's arms on
the deck and looked out over the lake together.

   After a number of shots, Harrison suggested that we go out on the little
sailboat.  It would be crowded with four people, so only Harrison went out
with us.  Diane and I saw in the stern with the tiller and Harrison sat in
the bow and took photos around the mast.  By the time that we were done, it
was lunch time.  We trudged up the stairs to the deck, where Rose and Lin
had laid out a lunch.  Rose quite obviously had a crush on Lin and Erin. 
Kathryn was watching with amusement as the teenager shadowed the older
women.  Diane noticed Kathryn's amusement, and whispered to her new friend.

   "She saw their photos on Harrison's website.  She's besotted."

   "So that's it." Kathryn said with a knowing smile.

   Later that afternoon Harrison and Erin took some more formal engagement
photos with in the golden hour before sunset with Diane, Alan and Rose. 
When they came indoors, the dinner table was set, dinner was ready, but
there was no sign of Kathryn or Lin in the great room.  Diane call out, and
the two missing women emerged from Lilly's bedroom, looking like they had
just woken up.

   While Diane and Alan were changing in their bedroom, Diane shared her
curiosity.

   "Have you noticed how close Kathryn seems to be to Lin?  And I was sure
that I saw Erin give Harrison a rather affectionate hug."

   "I didn't notice anything like that.  Are you implying that Harrison is
having an affair with Erin?"

   "I don't know what I'm implying.  I whatever it is, I don't think it's
behind Kathryn's back, because she was in the room at that time.  Also, Lin
and Kathryn were taking a nap together in Lilly's room.  Just seems that
Harrison and Kathryn are pretty close to their...  what did you call them?
Strays?"

   "Well, given how close we are with Rose and Emma, I don't think we can
be judging." I said.

   "Oh, I wasn't meaning to sound judgmental!  I was thinking that perhaps
we aren't the only ones with interesting lives!"

   Dinner gave everyone an opportunity to get to know each other better and
there was a lot of talk about the coming wedding.  Lin shared her ideas
about the rehearsal dinner and the reception dinner.  I would have been
happy with fewer of the traditional trappings of a wedding, but didn't dare
say a word about those things.  But once the dinner menus had been set.  I
asked Lin if she would like to have an assistant.  I thought that Emma
might really enjoy learning from Lin and expanding her culinary horizons.
Rose thought it was a great idea and texted her right away, which led to a
FaceTime call with Rose and Lin taking the call in another room.  When they
returned Lin seemed very pleased.

   "It seems that I have a sous chef for the wedding!  Rose's girlfriend is
delightful.  She is going to be coming over to help me with the planning
next week." When Lin spoke the emphasis the word, girlfriend, made Rose
blush deeply.

   "Lin!" Erin said in mock admonishment.  "If the girl wants to come out
to us, let her do it or butt out!"

   Lin actually took it as a real admonishment, and quickly apologized to
Rose.

   "It's okay, Erin." Rose said.  "I'm not hiding it.  Mom and Dad, I mean
Alan...  no I do mean Dad, are super supportive.  Emma has been my
girlfriend for a long time.  It wasn't until...  Dad helped us that we
could get the nerve to come out to her parents."

   When she was done, I was so proud to see my little girl be so strong and
proud.  And it warmed me when she called me Dad.

   Erin, Lin and Kathryn all took Rose outside, while Harrison arguing with
me about sleeping arrangements.

   "Alan, Kathryn and I can stay in the RV, That's why I drove it down.  We
don't want to inconvenience anyone. " Harrison was saying as they slipped
out with wine glasses in their hands.

   "Harrison," Diane intervened.  "Rose really won't mind.  You and Kathryn
must take her room, there is a private bath with hot water.  I am sure your
RV is comfortable, but really is it better than a real bed in a house?"

   "It's fine, and I won't put Rose out on a sofa or something."

   "Rose won't be on a sofa.  We have a king bed and there is plenty of
room in there for the three of us.  We do it when we travel." I said,
thinking to myself, that would be true if we did travel, so it wasn't
totally a lie.  Harrison was still protesting, when Erin came back in.  She
only stayed a moment to pick up the wine bottle and to pat Harrison on the
head.

   "Harrison, would you let him win this argument if you were in our
house?" She said and winked at me.

   "Ermmm...  Well...  okay.  These women are always right, Alan.  The only
question is whether we are smart enough to listen.  Today I must be
brilliant!  You win Alan."

   I laughed.  I had rarely won and argument with my former boss so easily,
but then, if I had a gorgeous young redhead telling me what to do, I might
follow along as well.

   When we went to bed, Rose was bubbling over with excitement.

   "Lin is so cool!  Did you know she's gay?  I think she and Kathryn are
an item.  And I am sure Erin and..."

   "Hush little girl!" Diane said.  "Let's not go there and maybe they
won't be wondering about us, okay?"

   "Yeah, but Lin told me she's gay." Rose protested.

   "Okay she said that, so that's a fact.  The rest is just speculation. 
Let's not do that, Okay sweetheart?" I said.

   "yeah.  I get it." She sounded a little deflated.  "Won't they wonder
about us sleeping together?"

   "Your clever new Dad, convinced them it was the hospitable thing for us
to do, seeing as we only have three bedrooms."

   "Actually, I think it was Erin that did the convincing." I said.

   "Whatever, it's settled" Diane said.

   "Well, I am getting up early to see who comes out of which rooms." Rose
said.

   "No, Miss Nancy Drew, you are not." I said.

   "Nancy Drew?" She looked totally confused.

   "A girl detective.  It's a book from his childhood days, but he's right.
No detective work.  Just be glad you can sleep with us.  If you promise to
drop all this stuff, you can make Dad cum.  How's that?" Diane said, and
Rose eagerly agreed.

   ***

   Rose slept in the next morning, which was just as well.  I was making
coffee with Harrison emerged from Lilly's bedroom with Kathryn, and later
Lin joined us from the bedroom that had recently been designated as Rose's.
The five of us had finished eating on the deck, when Rose finally made an
appearance, rubbing her eyes, her hair unbrushed, wearing one of my
t-shirts, which hung almost to her knees.

   "Sleeping beauty, awakes!" Harrison said.

   Rose gave him a look and stuck out her tongue, until a second later, she
realized that he was serious.  She smiled broadly.  She dashed back to the
bedroom, and came out 15 minutes later in skinny jeans, a tight tank top,
wavy brushed hair and lip gloss on.

   "Still beautiful, but she looked sultrier before." Harrison commented.

   "Harrison!" Kathryn burst out.  "She's only 17.  You simply cannot
continue with underage models."

   "What?  Model?  Me?" Rose sputtered?  "Can I mom?"

   "For what Harrison has in mind, you'll have to wait until next year."
Diane stated flatly.

   "In the meantime, maybe some swim suit shots?" Harrison asked, with a
wink at Rose, who beamed.

   "You are incorrigible, darling, but if either Diane or I supervise, I am
sure we can work something out." Kathryn asserted.  "I suppose it's not
fair for Rose to be left out of the photos this weekend."

   "Next year we'll take some pictures of you with that pretty girlfriend
of yours." Harrison said.

   "See I told you he was incorrigible!" Kathryn said looking at Diane. 
"Maybe we won't invite him to the next get together!"

   "Mom!" Rose pleaded.  "Emma could model now!  She's 18."

   At that moment, Erin appeared, dressed almost exactly has Rose had been,
in a long man's T-shirt and perhaps nothing else.

   "So what's all the noise about out here?" She asked but it was clear
that she had heard it all.

   "Erin, tell Harrison that not every pretty girl can take her clothes off
and model for him." Kathryn said.  "He only seems to listen to Erin now
days."

   Erin stopped by Kathryn and gave her a kiss on the forehead before going
over to Harrison and giving him a playful dope slap on the back of the
head. She held stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders massaging
his neck.

   "Behave." Was all she said to him.

   "Yes, ma'am." He replied.

   "See?" Kathryn was obviously amused.

   I watched the whole business with amusement.  Harrison had been a fair
but demanding boss, generous but high expectations.  He was used to getting
his way in my experience.  Over the past couple of years I had watched him
retire and relax.  I had come to know him as a friend rather than a boss,
with Kathryn as his loving younger wife, but I was puzzled my him now.  He
was surrounded by beautiful women who obviously doted on him, but they also
seemed to rule his roost.  I looked over at Kathryn.  She was a puzzle too.
She had always just been Harrison's wife to before, a presence in the
background, Nicole's friend.  I thought of that photo with her, Lin and a
beautiful blonde that I had seen on his website.  It was playful,
beautiful, sensual and they had been so intimately posed together.  Kathryn
had a beautiful body.  I drove the thought from my mind, banishing the
arousal.  Looking around at the group to take my eyes off Kathryn, I found
Erin sipping coffee with and amused look on her face - staring straight at
me.  When our eyes met, I could have sworn she winked at me.  Flustered I
stood and started clearing plates and glasses from the table.

   By late morning the day was getting warm and true to his word, Harrison
instigated a bikini shoot for Rose.  Diane made a comment to Rose about
keeping her bikini on, but otherwise she seemed content to stay inside with
Lin and Kathryn, getting a start one lunch preparations.  Kathryn
admonished Erin to 'supervise' Harrison.  That made me laugh and I joined
the photo team on the deck to await Rose.  She didn't keep us waiting long
and eagerly came out wearing a bikini carrying another bikini in one hand
and her high school swim team speedo in the other.

   "Can we take some in my swim team suit when we're done with the bikini
shots?" Rose sounded hopeful.

   "We can do that!" Harrison said, sounding amused by her enthusiasm.

   He shot a set of photos of Rose lounging on the deck, with Erin
providing direction to Rose, touching up hair and at one point misting her
skin with a spray bottle.  The shots were sexy, without being overtly
sexual, if that makes sense.  They made her seem mature and sensual without
seeming slutty.  When Harrison let her review them on the back of the
camera, Rose was even more excited.

   "What next?" She asked.

   "Why don't you change to the other bikini?  Could we get some of her on
the sailboat, Harrison?  We wouldn't have to actually leave the dock, would
we?" She asked looking back and forth between Harrison and me.

   "Sure." We both responded in unison.

   "Why don't you change and we'll wait for you." Harrison said.

   "Oh, I'm not shy." Rose said, trying to sound grownup.

   "Are you sure?" Harrison asked.

   "I've been skinny dipping with mom and Alan, and you've seen lot's
prettier girls naked." Rose said.

   "Maybe as pretty, but none prettier!" Harrison assured her, smiling.

   Nonetheless, Rose turned her back and unsnapped the back of the bikini
top.  Unable to resist, Harrison called out.

   "Rose?"

   She turned her head, holding the bikini top to her chest with the straps
hanging at her side.  She had her mother's sultry smile.  Harrison snapped
off several in rapid fire.  She turned to the camera slowly and he kept
firing.  When she started to lower the top, Erin spoke.  "Ah...  Time to
stop this." She threw cold water on the hot moment.

   "Awww" was all Rose said, but Harrison to my surprise stopped
immediately.

   I watched Rose, feeling my cock swell as she changed.  She was
definitely not being shy.  This was a show to let the photographer know she
had all the right assets, so she wasn't hiding anything.

   "I can see that I have modeling competition coming on strong!" Erin
commented and with that complement, Rose both blushed deep red and beamed a
huge smile.

   In the even skimpier second bikini, she posed on the sailboat.  I
watched with both with great fondness for the girl and growing arousal. 
After Rose had changed to her one piece speedo, they started taking shots
of her getting in and out of the water.  I needed to leave before someone
noticed my tented shorts.

   "I'm going to see if I can help out inside." I said.  When I entered the
house, Lin and Kathryn were involved in something in the kitchen and Diane
had just finished setting the table.  I took her by the hand and tugged as
I headed to the master bedroom.

   "I need you for a moment." I said and she looked at me puzzled.  When I
had closed the door and was looking at her intensely.  She was puzzled.

   "Is something wrong?" She asked.  I nodded and took her hand to my
crotch.

   "Oh!"

   I turned her pulled her shorts and panties down and pushed her back on
the bed to bury my face in her pussy.  Looking up, I could see she had her
hand stopping her mouth, as my tongue probed her.  She drew her feet up by
her ass and spread her thighs farther.  I struggled out of my shorts, rose
up and urgently penetrated her.  I was thrusting with little self-control,
heedless of her needs.  She seemed to understand my need and quickly
matched it with her own.  It didn't take long for semen to fill my shaft
and spill into her.  I collapsed in her arms.

   "Oh.  My." She whispered in my ear.  "I love the fact that my daughter
turns you on like this.  I'll have to have her pose for a photographer more
often, if this is the reward I get."

   We lay there recovering a moment, hearing the voices from outside the
room grow.  The door opened a crack and Rose slipped in.

   "I need to take a show...  Oh...  what did I miss?" She started towards
the bed instead of the bathroom.

   "Rosie, you are dripping wet, don't you dare get in the bed." Diane
ordered and Rose headed to the bathroom.

   "I'll get a towel." She said.

   "Take your shower.  We're getting up." I said.

   "But no fair.  You guys got to..."

   "Hush." Diane insisted.  "You got your photo shoot, don't complain. 
Besides, he's MY fiancŽ, not yours."

   After lunch, Harrison used Airplay from his iPad to show us some early
proofs of the pictures from our engagement shoot and even Rose's swim suit
shoot.  We were thrilled with them all, but Harrison flagged the absolute
favorite ones so we got order prints later.

   "Aren't we missing that very first shoot of Diane's?" I asked eagerly.

   "I'd like to go over them with Diane before sharing intimate photos."
Harrison said sensitively.

   "Mom!  We've seen it all already and well everyone else has seem that
stuff too." Rose pleaded.

   "Sure, Harrison.  I think it's okay, if you have them on the iPad.

   When the boudoir appeared, Rose and Lin were the ones most vocal in
expressing their admiration.  I was thrilled with the way that Harrison had
captured my lover seated in my wooden desk chair, brushing her hair,
wearing only bra and panties with soft sunlight seeming to come down from
the skylight.  In another favorite, she was seated cross-legged on the bed
with sheets rumpled around her, hugging a pillow to her chest.  It seemed
that she might be nude, but I couldn't the sure.  It was the inviting
sultry look in her eyes, inviting me to join her, that got me most.

   Reluctantly, after viewing the photos we all packed up and headed back
home to the rush of planning, activity and panic that I knew would precede
the wedding.  Why couldn't we have just gone to the justice of the peace?

   ***

   Prior to the wedding, we met with Diane's friend, Elizabeth, who was to
perform the actual wedding ceremony.  She was a woman who appeared to be
somewhat older than Diane, but equally beautiful and youthful.  Something
about her seemed to radiate calm and wisdom.  I understood what Diane had
meant when she referred to her friend as spiritual.  Over lunch we talked
about ourselves and our growing love.  She seemed to have wanted to meet me
most of all to determine whether I was worthy of her friend's love.  I
could sense her studying me as we talked, and when we were done eating, and
had paid the bill, Elizabeth leaned over to Diane and whispered loud enough
for me to hear.

   "He'll do." And she smiled at me.

   The day before the wedding, we stopped at Elizabeth's house.  We had
agreed to drive up with her, and need everyone else at the cabin.  The
others were either carpooling up or riding in the big transit van we had
rented.

   When we arrived, we made our way to the 'mansion cabin.' The
preparations for the wedding were well underway.  The front door of the
cabin was open so we walked in.  Erin was the first to notice our arrival.
Her eyes went wide and she shouted.

   "Mother!" She rushed forward and embraced Elizabeth.

   "Mother?" I asked looking between them.

   "Well, really great grandma, but I call her mother." Erin stammered, and
then asked.  "What are you doing here?" "I prefer 'Mother.'" Elizabeth
said, "It doesn't make me feel so old.  I am here, child, to marry these
two lovebirds.  I didn't realize that we were coming to your Harrison's
cabin."

   Just then Lin came in with Allie and Dina, Harrison's daughters.  They
were all excited to see Elizabeth and asked about her family.  Apparently
everyone here all knew each other well.  What a huge coincidence!  The
reunion was interrupted by Ed, Alice and Emma's arrival.  Emma rushed up
and hugged Rose.

   "I can't believe it!  We're going to have so much fun!  It will be so
romantic!" Emma was so excited.  "I've never been on a plane.  I'm all
packed already!"

   "Plane?  Packed?  What are you taking about?" Rose asked confused.

   "They didn't tell you?  Opps..." Emma turned to Diane and Rose followed
her gaze.

   "Mom?  What's up?"

   "Well, remember we got your passport a couple of years ago but we didn't
get a chance to use it?  "

   "You mean before dad died?" She asked, excitement suddenly tempered by
sadness.

   "Yes...  well, Alan though it was unfair to leave you out of our
honeymoon, and I thought it was unfair to separate you from Emma...." Diane
started.

   "And there is extra room in the apartment in Paris, so I talked to Alice
and Ed.  They liked the idea too." I finished.

   "So.We.Get.To.Come.TOO??" Rose screamed with excitement.

   "Yup." I said.  "And because of all the money we are saving by having
the wedding here, Lin handling the catering, and the free apartment, we can
afford to fly first class.  We'll get you back just in time for school to
start.  How's that sound?"

   The first class travel was news to Diane and well as the girls, so they
were all excited.  The girls disappeared to chatter about their new plans
and I wandered to the kitchen for a drink.  Only recently I could have only
dreamt that I would remarry, and yet here I was about to marry a woman as
wonderful as Diane.  Having Rose and Emma as lovers was something I would
never have dreamt of before.  What a huge turn around my life had taken.

   ***

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