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Man in the Middle
by Lee Violette (roryviolette@hotmail.com)

***

What happens on a Saturday night when you have plans 
and three women have nothing to do? You hope for a game 
plan that revolves around having sex. This is a story 
about a mother, her daughter and another woman who are 
all too willing to have sex -- and talk about it. 
(F+/M, exh, orgy, oral)

***

Gail was 22, a couple years younger than me, just home 
from Colorado after a couple years of miserable living, 
the granddaughter of the owner-landlord of my apartment 
complex and a quick-witted, fun-loving young gal who 
always seemed to be on the make. The question was this: 
Could I coax her into bed?

She wasn't exactly Miss America material, a little 
plumper (not fat) than normal and she didn't have the 
largest of busts. Truly, though, this was a pretty gal 
that any red-blooded American guy wouldn't want to hop 
underneath the sheets on almost any free night.

Sure, there were other babes. But Gail lived just 
across the compound from me. And since I rarely, if 
ever, saw any guys going to her place, I figured she 
was more than just a little available. I met her 
through Mr. Darnell, our landlord – her grandfather. 
And her mother, a divorced, attractive (moreso than 
Gail) woman named Catherine, was also introduced to me 
at the complex pool one sunny, sparkling Sunday 
afternoon.

As far as Gail was concerned, I considered her a done 
deal.

We were friends, often seeing each other outside. We'd 
exchange friendly greetings, courtesy conversations and 
a couple jokes. I had plenty of dates, but it's always 
nice to get a free ride in the hay whenever possible. 
And Gail? Well, this was a tough nut to crack.

It started on a Saturday, late in the afternoon and 
early into the evening. Gail was fully dressed, not 
desiring to wear shorts on this rather warm day, and 
even some cowboy boots (that she picked up in 
Colorado).

"Come on over," she said, watching me hang around 
outside.

"Sure."

"Got anything going tonight?"

It's the kind of question you might hear if they were 
searching for an answer to whether or not I had a date. 
I did, but I wasn't going to let her know that. 
Honestly, my date wasn't going to be until about 10, 
since Pam didn't get off work until 9. So I was free 
until then.

"Nothing. I'm free as a bird."

She smiled. I followed her into her apartment. We 
shared talk about music, traveling, Colorado and her 
grandparents.

"My mom likes you," she said.

"Neat. How about you?"

What a trap. Think she saw that coming?

"Yeah, I like you. But I'm staying away from guys for 
awhile."

"Oh?"

"I got pregnant by a guy in Colorado. I thought things 
were going good. He had someone else. I did what I 
could. I got an abortion."

Personally, that was repulsive to me. But maybe it was 
the best thing.

"That was hard, I can tell."

"You have no idea. Men!"

I laughed. She didn't.

"All right, all right. That's enough of that. What do I 
have to do to redeem ourselves in your eyes?"

"Just stay away from me. Right now, I'm about as 
fertile as I could be."

What an amazing comment. Fertile! Men? This was a 
signal of some sort. Inviting me into her apartment? 
Talking about fertility? Men? What a mixed signal. I 
chose to stay on the move.

"Stay away from you? C'mon, you need some tender loving 
care."

"Not the kind you guys give out."

I chuckled.

"Gail, is it so bad that guys might want an occasional 
romp in the hay? Is it so bad that we like to have sex? 
I know; I know women don't like to be used that way. 
But you know as well as I do that some women do the 
same thing."

"What are you saying? That you want me?"

"Let's keep this separate. Wanting you is different 
from your topic that you want to stay away from men 
completely. At least stay on the subject. And by the 
way, yes, I do want you."

What a move, right? C'mon, you've got to give me props 
for that. I said, "Your thoughts about men are really 
just about that one guy. Don't load up against me or 
any other guy just because of . . . him."

"You want me?"

I stared straight into her eyes. In a way, she looked 
even prettier than ever. Forget the cowboy boots. Once 
they came off, it'd be all right.

"Gail, anything that might happen, well, I'd be afraid 
of it. C'mon, what would you do if you were a guy and 
you just heard a woman say no more men? What would you 
do?"

"I don't know."

"You want me to leave? I mean, I don't want to put any 
pressure on you."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said, I'm really 
fertile right now."

I shrugged back. She knew it. I knew it. There's more 
than one way to skin a cat.

Gail said, "You haven't even kissed me yet. I mean, 
what I hear you saying is that you want to be with me, 
but you haven't even kissed me –"

I leaned over her kitchen table and bent down to kiss 
her. No tongue, no passion, just a kiss.

"What was that?"

I walked around the table, took her hand and gently 
lifted her off her chair. Those damned cowboy boots 
were a turn-off, I can tell you that. I'm a shoes 
freak. The sexier the shoes, the sexier it makes me 
feel. I can handle tennis shoes, but not cowboy boots. 
I laid a French kiss on Gail. We tasted each other 
quite aggressively.

Gail said nothing.

"Maybe I should leave." I knew I'd get an argument over 
that. I also knew that if I left, she'd be at my place 
as soon as she could. Either way, I felt something 
physical would take place with Gail.

Understand, I wasn't after her body. I wasn't after her 
to get married. I wasn't after her for anything of 
moral purposes. I wanted to have sex. And if you put 
her on the witness stand, she'd have to testify to the 
same thing. We were just going about it a little 
differently.

"Don't leave." She rubbed my shoulders and my back. 
Okay, this was going to happen. I could tell. It was 
7:30. I'd have to meet Pam – who'd be a definite 
conquest at around midnight or 1 a.m. – at 10 tonight. 
I had a couple hours to give Gail the bone, then 
speeding off and, of course, refining the thought in 
her mind that all men are dogs.

I rubbed her, back, ass, breasts, even massaging her 
pussy for a bit. Well, one thing was for sure. Gail was 
having her period. I let her play the game, though. 
Most women, in that instance, just want to give out 
oral pleasure.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her.

"Let's go slow."

Go slow? Did that mean no sex?

"I don't know how to control speed," I said. "What do 
you mean slow?"

"I don't want to do everything tonight."

"Everything?"

She sighed. The last thing I wanted, or she wanted for 
that matter, was to define "everything." I knew what 
she wanted. I knew what she wanted to do. She was 
having her period, fine. I could tell she wanted to 
perform. That's what some women like to do – perform. 
Orally. Sensually. It's part of the modern sexual 
woman. No sex tonight; I'm having my period. I didn't 
want to make her say it. There had to be a way, right?

I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her as 
passionately and suggestively as I could. I wasn't sure 
I was "in" just yet. Slowly, she moved her hands toward 
my Cock. She could tell, as I certainly could, that it 
just came to life. I knew where this was heading. We 
weren't going to do "everything" right now, but for my 
needs, it would be enough. I'd be getting more from Pam 
later that night.

It was on her couch. She led me there and unbuckled my 
belt, then reached down to remove my shoes. Gail slid 
my pants off, then my socks and underwear. I took my 
own shirt off. I was completely naked. But those damned 
cowboy boots were driving me nuts.

"Why don't you get comfortable?"

"I'm all right."

I wanted to say, "Take the damned boots off."

Was she trying to make a statement? Was she trying to 
say, "I'm a woman who's not afraid to dress like a guy, 
including the boots? I ain't taking these boots off for 
any man." Was that it?

I said, "You're making me feel crummy. At least take 
your boots off."

Hmmpffff. She wasn't sucking my Cock just yet. She sat 
on the floor and whipped her boots off. It seemed like 
a grudging move. Gail even took her socks off, too. And 
her pants. That was it.

"That's more like it."

My Cock was erect to about three-quarters hardness. 
Gail took the Head into her mouth, using her tongue to 
inspire its growth. A woman can drive a man crazy – a 
good thing – by just doing that, refusing to go down 
any deeper. My Cock was at full attention. Her face, 
don't you just love their faces when they're in Cock-
sucking mode. Her eyes were wild, emotionless.

Finally, she started going deeper. Then it was a little 
deeper. Then it was all the way. God, Gail was 
swallowing my Cock. I could feel it in her throat. Oh, 
Jeez, it felt good. If this 22-year-old had learned to 
suck dick in California, then she certainly polished 
her skills while she lived in Colorado. It was enormous 
pleasure. Gail was a pro, no question.

Like most women, her ego was enhanced when they gave 
good head. Gail was no different. She watched my eyes 
carefully, to see how much pleasure I was getting. No 
matter how I'm feeling, I always try and put on the 
show for them. Close the eyes. Bend the head back. 
Release some moans and groans. You've got to say, "Oh, 
God," at least five or six times.

That drives 'em nuts, let me tell you. Gail was 
stroking it softly with her hands and sucking long and 
deep with her lips, tongue and throat. It took less 
than 10 minutes for my juices to erupt. When they did, 
my Cock was deep inside her throat. She felt the spurt 
and popped my Cock out a bit. She wanted in her mouth.

Gail showed me my Cum. I half-expected her to spit, but 
she rolled it around inside her mouth, showed it to me, 
then closed and swallowed. No matter what anyone tells 
you, that's one of the most erotic aspects of oral sex. 
They're taking a little part of you down the hatch.

"Should I keep going?"

I told her yes, "go slow and make me enjoy you even 
more."

Honestly, I felt like I probably needed to save myself 
for Pam. But, hell, nothing's such a sure thing. What 
if Pam was having her period? What if she wasn't up for 
sucking my Cock? The last thing I needed was to cut it 
short with Gail just to save myself for Pam.

My Cock softened a little. But Gail's experienced at 
such situations. She cajoled it into complete hardness 
once more and resumed her oral delights. She stunned me 
with her longevity. She had total control of me and my 
Cock. It took, maybe, another 15 minutes before I came 
again.

I said, "Here it comes."

This time, she pulled it out and hand-jacked me to 
climax. The spurt spit up into her face and hair. 
That's as erotic as swallowing. I reached out to her 
and pulled her next to me in a hug. I'm sure the 
expectation was for me to spend a good portion of the 
night with her – if not the entire night.

I still had an hour and a half before my date with Pam, 
so I was in no real hurry. But I was worrying about how 
I'd make my getaway. What excuse would I use? Would I 
cave in when she objected? Should I just blow off Pam 
and spend the night with Gail? I was worried. I started 
searching my mind for ideas.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'll make you something."

"Really?"

"Sure. I'll make us some burgers."

Which didn't sound bad. I was in a burger mood. But if 
she started making burgers, that might take me past my 
deadline to go meet Pam. She got up and went to her 
little kitchenette. I watched her rumble around in the 
shelves and the refrigerator.

"Oh, shit."

"What's the matter?"

"I don't have the right stuff. No buns. No meat."

"Hey, it's all right. I was planning to out to eat, 
anyway. Why don't you come?"

"I'm not up to it."

This seemed strange. She wanted to eat, but didn't want 
to go out.

"I'm sorry I don't anything. I really need to go 
shopping."

It was a perfect out for me, but I said, "C'mon. Let's 
go to the store."

"I'll tell you what. I owe you a dinner. Go ahead, go 
get something to eat. I'm a little tired. Think I'll 
grab a book and go to bed early. Will that be all 
right?"

Will it be all right? I'll help you into your jammies 
and pick the book out myself. "Sure, it's all right."

"I don't want you to think I'm –"

"Gail, right now, all I'm thinking about is you. If you 
don't want to eat, I'm okay with it. I'm a little 
hungry, though. If you don't mind."

"Not at all."

We kissed good-bye and I left, shaking my head. This 
was easier than I thought.

Awhile later I met Pam. She wasn't hungry, nor were 
there any movies to go see at that time of night. So I 
guess that left us with just one activity. I was a 
little worried about bringing Pam back to my place. 
What if Gail saw us? I was a little worried, even 
though I hadn't connected with Gail just yet. I did 
want to fuck her, but that's okay.

When Pam and I drove up the apartments, I parked on the 
other side of the building so Gail couldn't see whether 
or not I was home. I'd keep the lights out, so she 
wouldn't see that way. Pam and I went inside and 
started cuddling and getting naked. All of a sudden, it 
occurred to me. Gail's lights were on. Hmmm. What's the 
big deal?

Pam sucked me, fucked me and I nailed the daylights out 
of her. She had bigger tits than Gail, but her body was 
a bit thinner. And she wasn't having her period, 
either. She went on all fours, so I did it to her, 
doggy-style. Then I licked her pussy for several 
minutes. I was fresh and ready. I came twice.

It wouldn't have hurt my feelings for Pam to spend the 
night, but she had roommates, both of which were a 
little sensitive to the rumblings of sex outside 
marriage. Pam didn't care about that. Rumors were that 
she was quite a player before I came along. For now, it 
seemed, I was hers and she was mine.

We fucked like crazy. We talked. We fucked some more. 
She satisfied my needs in every way imaginable. 
Finally, Pam said, "I've got to get up early in the 
morning. We're going to L.A. to go shopping. I'm sorry, 
would you take me home?"

Sure. I mean, it would've been nice to hear her ask 
that before we fucked. Since she didn't seem in a 
hurry, it relaxed me. Okay, let's go. Pam didn't 
exactly speed through putting her clothes on. She 
sucked my Cock once more and we fucked again. Then she 
rolled off the bed and started putting her clothes back 
on. She stuff her bra and panties in her purse.

When I got back from taking Pam home, it was around 
midnight. I saw Gail's light on. I couldn't resist. If 
she was awake, I'd knock lightly on the door to see if 
she was still up. I mean, what the hell. Another blow 
job?

I got close to her place. I could see her moving around 
in there. No, that wasn't her. All of a sudden, through 
the little crack in the shades, I could see Gail coming 
in from the kitchen. She was wearing a robe, loosely 
and I could tell she had no clothes on underneath. What 
the –?

I peaked inside, hoping that no one would see me 
"peeping." Gail fell into the arms of another person on 
the same couch that I'd received my oral pleasures 
earlier. I couldn't quite make out the other guy, but 
it was bugging me. So Gail didn't want me to fuck her, 
huh? She wanted some other guy to have a fresh start 
with her.

When Gail moved away from the couch, I could see the 
other person. So what did he look like? Did I compare 
to him favorably? If I just get a look at his cock, 
maybe I could see what all the fuss was over. Trouble 
was, I was hovering at that crack in the shades and was 
trying to avoid being spotted as "peeper." I was out in 
the open. It was Saturday night, lots of people still 
out on the town coming home.

I also wanted to get a look at Gail getting it on. I 
mean, I wasn't jealous of her or anything. Why would I 
be? She sucked me off. So what if another guy got a 
little further than me. She wasn't my girl and now, 
after this, she wasn't going to be. But let's get a 
peek here.

It was curiosity more than just getting a thrill. I had 
sex with two women on this great night. All I wanted 
was a glimpse of the guy and seeing Gail get it on. 
That's all I was asking. I started back for my place 
when a car pulled into the driveway. No way could they 
see me. But when they parked and went into their 
apartment, curiosity got the better of me. I had to 
check Gail out just once more. I snuck back over to her 
place and peered in the same crack.

This was gold. I saw Gail's naked ass staring in my 
direction. She was in the guy's lap, giving him head, 
just like she'd done to me. Nothing special about her 
ass, though. A little lardy, but nice and firm, 
something I'd definitely be interested if the 
opportunity ever arose. I could see the package she was 
selling. Gail kept going, working at a nice rhythmic 
pace on her partner. Lucky guy.

Finally, Gail came up for air. If she'd just move I 
could get a nice look at the guy who was her second 
connection of the night. Just let me see him fuck Gail. 
I was stunned when Gail moved. Her partner was another 
chick. What the hell. So Gail was a tweener, huh? So 
she liked to dip into a little snuff, huh? I didn't 
need to see any more, so I went home.

My mind was full of nasty thoughts, though. What if I 
knocked on her door? Think they'd let me in? Would they 
let me do both of them? Would I be part of the club? 
And what about her grandparents who lived just a few 
apartments up? Think they had an inkling of their 
granddaughter? And what about her mom? Lots of 
thoughts, lots to think about. I felt lucky to be a 
healthy, single male. I could get all I wanted.

I freely admit it, though. When I walked into my 
apartment, I felt a little lonely, a little ignored. 
First, Gail, then Pam. Now, no one. That's the single 
life, I guess. I threw my keys and wallet on a little 
stand and went to the kitchen to wash my face and 
hands. I was sweating, probably from all the Pam-
fucking and from the lather I worked up watching Gail.

TV? A book? I couldn't go right to bed. I could go 
whack off, but it wouldn't be the same. I heard a light 
tapping. A knock on the door? Oh, God. At this hour? I 
was praying it was Gail and her friend. Maybe they 
spotted me home and wanted a third party. I was really 
hoping for something when I opened the door.

It was Catherine, Gail's mom. At 46, Catherine looked 
pretty nice. Who'd give up on her? She was nice. 
Another marriage? Man she'd have been in good company. 
Any guy, 35 to 55 would make a nice partner for 
Catherine.

She smiled and said, "Hi."

"Well, what can I do for you?"

"I saw you walk in, thought you might like some company 
– if you're not tired."

"Are you kidding? I'm not ready for bed just yet. Come 
in."

"I couldn't sleep, either."

"Your folks run a nice complex here. It's the best I've 
lived in and I've been in four."

"It's comfortable here. It's nice to have a place. Gail 
wanted her own place, but I understand. She's grown up 
and lived on her own. She's a big girl now."

"What's Gail up to?"

"I think she had a friend over. I didn't want to 
interrupt."

I wondered if Catherine knew her daughter was, at this 
moment, licking the pussy of another babe. That 
would've made some interesting conversation, I'm sure. 
I took the high road.

"I have a little wine, some beer and soda. Anything?"

"Nothing, well, maybe a little wine."

"Come in the kitchen while I get it."

This was exactly the point when I knew I might have a 
shot at fucking Catherine. What was she doing over here 
this late? Wine? I'm single, she's divorced. This would 
be easier than Gail.

Catherine said, "Ever have the feeling someone's 
watching you?"

I popped the cork on a bottle of Napa Valley 
Chardonnay. I nodded, "Yeah, sometimes I do. Paranoid, 
probably. You?"

"Not really, although my ex-husband's been watching me 
lately."

"Your ex-husband, huh? What happened there?"

"I caught him cheating. It was a woman that he knew for 
a long time. They'd been doing it for 12 years. I never 
knew until I came home one afternoon. They were in our 
bed."

All right, Gail had gotten pregnant by a guy she was 
ready to hook up with. He split, she got an abortion. 
Now Catherine was spurned by her own husband. Talk 
about reasons to hate men.

I said, "It's not a new thing. Happens to a lot of 
people. Sorry it happened to you."

I barely knew Catherine. Saw her at the pool a few 
times, chatted briefly at times, but never was it like 
this. There were no personal questions, nothing. I 
could tell this was going to wind up into a nice little 
sexual encounter. But would I have enough gas. I came 
four times since 6, twice with her own daughter and 
twice with Pam.

"I know it happens," she said, "but we had four 
children."

The wine was poured and we started sipping. I refuse 
that little phony "toast" thing. I'd have said 
something like, "Here's to love," or something foolish 
like that, but I didn't. I think Catherine appreciated 
that.

We sipped the wine. I took two sips. Catherine took 
three. All right, this was just formality. Should I 
break the ice? Should I hold her hand? Kiss her? Put 
some music on and dance? Hey, there's an idea. A little 
Dean Martin, softly, of course.

"Everybody... loves somebody... sometimes."

I don't know if she liked Dean Martin, but I'd scored 
often with music – Sinatra, Dino, a couple of the 
saloon singers like that. And since she was older, I 
figured, give it a try. Catherine laughed, a little 
dainty laugh. She knew what I was trying to do and she 
appreciated it.

"I love this song," she said.

"Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime," I said, repeating 
the song's title line. "Do you need somebody, 
Catherine?"

She stared right at me. Yes, I guess. I stood up and 
held her hand, then lifted her up to dance. It was slow 
and personal. I couldn't see her face, not with it 
resting on my shoulder. But I could hear her whimper. 
She was crying a little.

"You all right?"

"Now I am."

We danced a little longer, into the next song, in fact. 
All of a sudden, Dino was singing, "Wedding Bells, 
Wedding Bells." This was the mood I was searching for. 
Catherine was all over it – and all over me. She turned 
to kiss me.

"Are you sure?"

She didn't answer. The kiss was sensuous and included 
tongue. I had to force myself to relax. A daughter and 
mother in the same night? This was a first. My hands 
rested on her hips. I reached up to stroke her back 
underneath her blouse. I touched her bra strap. Should 
I? Sure. Catherine didn't resist. I had her.

"Would you feel all right if I took you into my bed?"

Believe me, some women love to hear that question. They 
know it's going to happen anyway, but it's still nice 
to hear it. Catherine didn't answer. She just nudged me 
into the bedroom. We took our clothes off and fell into 
each other's arms quickly. We kissed, I kissed her 
nipples and she massaged my Cock.

It was hardening quickly, a surprise since I'd used it 
quite often in the past 7 to 8 hours. Catherine laid me 
on my back, then curled around my feet. She reached up 
and started sucking my Cock. Imagine that. Three blow 
jobs in one night.

Catherine was sex-starved. I knew she was divorced, but 
figured if she was this forward, she must've done 
plenty of guys since splitting from her husband. I 
couldn't wait to fuck her, just to see if she was 
different than her daughter. Catherine took her time 
with my Cock, but I wanted to eat her pussy. I gently 
put her on her back.

It was magnificent. Younger women, say 18 to the mid-
20s, are eager in sex. They want to show they can do it 
all. Late 20s, on into the mid-30s, well, there's lull 
in the showoff stages. Women that age want to be taken. 
Once they're into their 40s, it's time for them to put 
it back together. It's not quite a return to their late 
teens to early 20s, but it's close.

By this time, it's experience and enthusiasm rolled up 
into one. Experience goes a long way. The experienced 
ones know, they sense, when to jack up the enthusiasm.

Catherine was expert in both. Knowing what she wanted 
helps quite a bit. She liked to ride my Cock, forward 
and backward. She's gentle when needed and she's 
aggressive when she senses I want that. A cock, my 
Cock, in her mouth or her pussy was in good, uh, hands. 
When she sensed my eruption, she was in tune. She got 
the most out of me. In the process, I gave her quite a 
sensation as well.

Just touches of gray hair existed on her head, but 
Catherine looked exquisite. In the darkness of a late 
Saturday, early Sunday, she was youthful again. I was 
from a distant land, fucking a local who'd grown up 
here. She was magnificent. Trouble was, I didn't know 
where her head was.

Finally, we spoke some intelligent words.

"Gail's lucky."

How's that?

She continued. "I know you were with her today."

This would be interesting.

"You keeping an eye on her?"

"On you."

Hmmm.

Catherine said, "I know. You two are young, almost the 
same age. That doesn't mean I can't watch things I 
want."

"You want me?"

"Why not?"

"It's flattering. Can't say – I can't say I'm feeling 
all that worthy."

"What does worthy have to do with it?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I hear you."

"Was she good?"

"Oh, no."

Catherine laughed. "Was she good? Tell me. A mother 
wants to know how her daughter does in things like 
that."

"You want to know?"

"Yes."

"Your daughter is quite the sex object."

"I don't get a better report than that?"

"No. I mean, why should I do that? She's got rights, 
too. I don't care if she is your daughter."

"All right. Okay. I won't press it. Besides, you'll 
tell me."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I can get under your skin. Before I'm through with 
you, I'll have you telling me all your secrets."

"Such a seductress."

"Are you attracted to me?"

"Hard to say."

"What's hard about it?"

"You're sexy. You're beautiful. You fuck great. You do 
it all. Right now, my brains are down between my legs. 
I don't usually start the evaluation process until the 
next day or two."

Catherine put the sheets in her mouth and bit hard. 
"Don't feed me that garbage. Guys like you are all 
about the methods of getting in the sack. Right now, 
you're saying to yourself that you're successful."

"Oh, really. You've got that all figured out."

"Three women in a night? Please."

She saw me with Pam and Gail. So it was Gail, Pam and 
Catherine – all in that order. Each was a nymphomaniac. 
I didn't try to figure out what I was. I smiled, but it 
was a message to myself. Don't say anything. Don't get 
into a word play with Catherine. She's older. She'll 
dice me up.

"I've known Pam for awhile. She's new in town, doesn't 
know many guys."

"She knows you now, that's for sure."

"Don't misjudge this: Pam and I have done it – been 
doing it – for a couple months now. You and Gail, 
that's new. It's new and, if I might add, exciting."

"Typical man."

"If you mean typical that I want as much pussy as I can 
get, well, yeah. Did I lead you on? Did I lead anyone 
on? No. In fact, if I sense someone's getting too 
serious, I have the talk or I cut it off. Simple. Plain 
and simple."

"That's your answer?"

"So what's yours? You watch me. You know that Gail and 
I did it. You know about Pam. Now you come over. Don't 
say 'typical man' without throwing a little package of 
words at yourself."

"I'm just kidding. You handle yourself well. I mean, 
I'm impressed."

"I'm a hound dog. You're a cock hound. So what? I don't 
make apologies and I don't think you should, either. 
Let's just accept each other for what we are. We're 
just sexual creatures."

Catherine nodded approvingly. "Now that's the best I've 
ever heard. That impresses me even more. Thank you. 
I'll remember those words."

"Remember them for what?"

"Next time I'm in bed with a guy, something like this 
comes up, I'll use those words. I'm not out to make 
anyone feel bad."

"I know. Thing is, I'm curious. I'm curious that you 
live so close to your daughter. You watch her. You 
watch me. You join in the fun. What's your opinion of 
your daughter . . . of what she's doing right now."

"Right now?"

"Yeah. She's got someone over there right now."

"I know. Tara O'Reilly. They met in high school. 
They're buds."

"Okay. But they're getting it on."

"Getting it on? Gail and Tara? No way. Gail doesn't do 
women."

Uh-oh. This would get ugly if I kept it going. "Maybe 
you're right. I guess I was just assuming something."

"That's a pretty wild assumption – my daughter and 
Tara."

"You're right."

Time to change the subject – if I can. "You said, 'next 
time you're in bed with a guy.' Does that mean you're 
on the prowl now – part-time, full-time?"

She laughed. "If I had a dollar for every guy that 
offers himself to me, I'd own my own house. Guys at 
work, I swear, they must think I'm their personal 
whore. Married guys, bosses, even some of the single 
guys with girlfriends. They're always hinting about me 
and them."

"So?"

"I don't go out with anyone from work. That's a rule. 
I've seen too many ugly things."

I nodded. "I admit it. We all think with our dicks. You 
know it. I know it. Let's just leave it out there."

"You think pretty well with yours. A lot of guys 
would've been overwhelmed when someone like me comes 
over."

"Overwhelmed."

"Sure. I'm 20 years older than you. You could've 
laughed at me. I'd have been hurt, but you could've 
laughed at me. But you saw it as it really was."

"Which was?"

"A chance to do a woman and her mom in the same night."

"It's not a first."

"I'm not surprised. Tell me the story."

"Dayna and her mom, Elna. When I moved here a few years 
ago, I met Dayna through work. Blond, beautiful figure, 
nice and lean – like you. Sexy. I took her out a few 
times. We did the deed a couple times. The whole time 
her mom knew. She knew when we'd get home so late and 
we hadn't done anything."

"Hadn't done anything?"

"Yeah, you know, like go to a movie or a show – maybe 
dinner. We'd leave at 6 and get home at 2 in the 
morning. She'd ask Dayna what we did. She'd just tell 
her mom that we spent the night driving, talking, 
window shopping. Elna knew we were fucking."

"So how did Elna get into the act?"

"That's funny you should ask. Dayna left her jacket in 
my car and I went over to her house to give it back. No 
one was home, except for Elna. Dayna has two sisters 
and two brothers. They were either at work or at 
school. It was tax season, so her husband, a CPA, was 
at work until late."

Catherine said, "So Elna was all alone?"

"She said, 'Come in. Sit down.' She offered me a drink, 
something to eat."

"So who made the first move?"

"Now that you mention it, she did. I'd like to take 
credit for it, but she did. Elna put me on the couch, 
brought me an iced tea and sat right next to me. After 
a few minutes of talking, she was touching me on the 
arm, my leg, rubbing me."

"What got you into bed?"

"I don't think we ever made it to the bed. At least 
until she came over to my place. She started talking 
about her husband, Bill. Big stud guy, liked women. 
Screwed around a lot. If he saved anyone a large chunk 
of money in taxes, that was his payoff. He'd give 'em 
the bone. She caught him. More than once. She told me a 
bunch of stories."

"So Elna did it with you to get back at him?"

"Oh yeah. I don't think I was the first."

"She took you on the couch?"

"Yep. She's a nice looking woman. Elna could tell I was 
ready to be plucked. She started massaging my Cock. 
Before I knew it, she had the zipper open. My Cock was 
out and she was sucking away. Are you sure you want to 
hear this?"

"Sounds like Elna and I have the same hobby – younger 
men. Younger men who are you."

"What does age have to do with it?"

"Nothing. You're right. If two people are ready, age is 
irrelevant."

"How old was Gail when you found out she was fucking?"

"She came to me when she was 13. Thought she was 
pregnant. God, that was a nightmare. I was still 
married. There was yelling. I'm trying to protect Gail. 
My husband was ranting. She was first priority. Not a 
baby, not a relationship, not going to the police. The 
guy was 18. Gail looked old for her age then."

"What finally happened?"

"She wasn't pregnant. Thank god."

"So 13, huh? Was she pretty active?"

"Around this city? Around that school? She could fuck a 
guy every day if she wanted to. The stories I heard 
about guys and her. About a lot of girls and lots of 
guys. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd call 
that school a whore house."

I laughed like crazy. What a description. Come to think 
of it, my high school campus was similar. I scored on 
some pretty easy conquests.

I said, "What would Gail think if she knew you and I 
were getting it on?"

"It would be interesting. Honestly, I don't know."

"Should we tell her?"

"God, no. It probably won't ever happen again, anyway, 
so why bring it up?"

"Not happen again, huh? You don't want me?"

"I'd jump in your bed any night of the week – if you 
let me. I'd just figure you wouldn't want a washed-up 
woman like me more than once."

I started laughing. "Catherine, you can do a lot better 
than me. Maybe you should take on one of those guys 
from work. Fuck a married guy, then go to his wife. You 
could have some fun."

"I've been on the receiving end of that, remember? Why 
would I do that to another woman?"

"Well, I guess you would be doing it to another woman. 
But you could start getting even with a lot of men 
along the way."

"You're the first I've been with since my divorce."

"How long?"

"Three and a half years."

"No."

She nodded. "Yeah. I got moist just thinking about you. 
I had to try. I figured why not go after it."

"Glad you did."

"Really?"

"Gail's fun, but it seems like I'm competing with her 
when I talk. You're more my speed when it comes to 
talking and having a conversation."

"That's nice to know. Thank you."

"She's hurting. You know, the pregnancy, the abortion."

There was stunned silence.

"Pregnancy? Abortion? No, she wasn't pregnant, 
remember?"

Okay, here was another bomb waiting to explode. Think 
fast. Right, no pregnancy, no abortion. Catherine 
obviously didn't know about Gail in Colorado. I didn't 
want Catherine hearing about it from me first. I faded 
back.

"Oh, right, right. She wasn't pregnant. I forgot."

That's two – Gail with another woman and Gail's 
abortion. Catherine wasn't really tuned into her 
daughter's life. Which is okay. Gail shouldn't have to 
answer to Catherine at this stage.

"I really have to get going. Thank you for the activity 
and the talk." Catherine got up and started putting her 
clothes on.

"Oh, no. Stay a little longer. I'm enjoying this. Come 
on."

I pretended to be disappointed, but Catherine won the 
point. "My mom and dad live here. My daughter lives 
here. All the neighbors know who everyone is. 
Someone'll probably see me leaving your place right now 
and figure it out."

Which did make sense.

"Okay." I got off the bed to give her another hug and a 
good-night kiss.

"If you're ever looking for a roll in the hay, just a 
casual romp, let me know."

She smiled, saying nothing, then left. I fell into my 
bed and wasted away into the night. At 9:30 the next 
morning, I heard a tapping on my patio door. I could 
tell it was woman. But who? I undid the shutters. Gail! 
Smiling! Looking great! I opened the door.

"Good morning."

She said, "How are you?"

"Fine. A little lazy. What are you up to?"

"I just wanted to finish up with yesterday."

"Yesterday?"

She said, "I know you probably wanted more than a blow 
job. I just thought I'd brighten your morning – if you 
want."

Well, well, well. Gail probably knocked on my patio 
door so as not to be seen by her mom or her 
grandparents. Smart girl. She knew the sneaky ways. I 
was half-undressed, so I started helping Gail take her 
clothes off. No cowboy boots, by the way.

Within 10 minutes, we were into it, sucking, licking, 
kissing, fucking – you name it. On a Sunday morning, 
though, it's kind of hard to get into the full range of 
motion. Sex was sex, but Sunday morning sex is a little 
mindless. Got to admit, though, Gail was good. I 
managed to cum once. I think I could feel her body 
shudder into a climax a couple of times.

What more could either of us want?

Not this: A knock on the door. Mindlessly, I stuck a 
pair of gym shorts and went to answer it. Gail was 
following behind me, heading for the kitchen, half-
dressed. I opened the door. There she was. My early 
morning conquest, Catherine – Gail's mother. Oh, shit.

Catherine's eyes got huge. Gail stopped in her tracks. 
Uh-oh. This was embarrassing.

"Oh, mom. Hi. Good morning."

Catherine said, "Hello, Gail."

I was squarely in the middle of this. My preference 
would've been for Catherine to gracefully exit. Saying 
something like, "I'll catch you two later." Something 
like that. Instead, she said, "What are you doing 
here?"

Considering the open and honest conversation we'd had a 
few hours earlier, it was the last question I expected. 
Gail was stuck for an answer. Could I bail her out? 
How? Being in the middle also gave me a little bit of 
power. After all, I held a nice little secret of 
Catherine's.

"I think it's obvious what she's doing here," I said. 
"Catherine, give the girl a little space."

It should have ended right there. Catherine should have 
ducked away. Gail should have been kneeling down to 
give me another blow job for bailing her out. No, 
Catherine said, "If your grandfather knew you were over 
here, doing this . . . well, it could be a little tight 
for both of us."

I was holding the door. Catherine was outside. This was 
embarrassing. A few people were coming and going in the 
other apartments. I expected Catherine's mom or dad to 
be popping into view almost any time. Then I'd really 
be in the middle. The only worse thing could've been if 
Pam had driven up to see me.

Just thinking doesn't make it come true. But it was. 
Pam had this white Mustang. Sure enough, it pulled into 
the driveway. My eyes are huge. There was no way I 
could get Catherine and Gail out of there without Pam 
seeing.

"Come in, Catherine. Come in here." I quickly shut the 
door. I had, maybe, 90 seconds.

"Look, you two. I really hope you're up for this. I 
have a friend coming and if she sees me here like this, 
I'm in real trouble. Can you do me a favor?"

Catherine headed for the patio door. Pam wouldn't see 
anyone if they left that way. Gail, looking bothered 
and cheated on, grabbed her clothes, stuck her blouse 
and shoes on and left with her mom. Seconds later, 
there was a knock at the door.

I opened it.

"Thought you were going shopping?"

Pam nodded and said, "I was thinking about you more. 
Look, I brought donuts."

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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