Chapter 7
At the request of readers:
Amanda Green: girlfriend
Rose Green: Amanda's mom
Betsy Williams: Girl that was involved in David's toss into the bathroom.
Girls from sleepover: Katie Wilson, Roberta, Angela, Jessica
Authors note: For those of my readers that wanted a trigger warning, this chapter does include a mother/son encounter.
Authors note #2: For those detractors that are taking shots at my editor... sorry, I don't have one for this series. They are getting harder and harder to come by. I'm doing the proofread myself, so it isn't up to my normally preferred standards.
July 1981
It had been weeks since Betsy's mom's funeral, and I'd been over to visit frequently. Each time I was over her dad looked worse. Thinner, more haggard. He's apparently been out on sick leave from work for a month already and didn't look anywhere near ready to go back. I felt sorry for Betsy and encouraged her to come spend time with Mandy and I. Mandy didn't mind, as long as Betsy didn't mind that she wasn't going to be getting into my pants. In fact, several of Mandy's friends that hung out around her house had made multiple attempts at getting me to have sex with them again, most notably Katie. She was by far the most aggressive, frequently managing to get me naked and getting herself naked in front of me any chance she got. She had succeeded several times at managing to worm herself onto my cock when she thought Mandy wasn't looking, or had stepped away, but out and out sex just hadn't happened again yet.
If I lay down and napped with any of the girls around, it was a forgone conclusion that I would wake up with my dick out and someone playing with it in some way. Sometimes I wondered how Mandy could call them friends, given how intent they seemed on fucking her boyfriend. Sometimes it wasn't the girls either. Her mom still took advantage any time she could, a few times slipping into the shower with me if I was showering alone. It was, in its own way, frustrating, and I was starting to hang out at her house less because of it. Mandy understood and we started splitting time between our two houses, sometimes with her even staying overnight at my house instead of hers.
We'd gone and watched the fireworks the night before, and were laying in my bed, snuggled after morning sex, when mom called me to the phone. I knew immediately who it was. I recognized Betsy's uncontrollable sobs. Mandy and I dressed and went to her house with my mom, knowing exactly what had to have happened, even though I could barely understand anything other than "he was gone."
Betsy ran to me as soon as she saw me and threw herself into my arms, her body wracked with sobs while my mom talked to the police that were there. Apparently, her dad had taken some sleeping pills and never woke up. They weren't sure it was enough to kill him, or that it was even intended to, but in his already deteriorated state it may have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Once we had permission from the police, and her dad's body had been taken by the coroner, we took Betsy home to our house. To my surprise, Mandy called her mom and had her come over and basically browbeat her into agreeing take care of all the things that were going to happen, legally, when a parent, in this case her last parent, died.
It would be almost a month before the estate was settled enough that Betsy was going to have money to get an apartment. My mom had insisted that she stay with us until she could get on her feet, and I became used to seeing her in my house and at the dinner table. Most days she was gone during the day, having a job to work so she could afford to go to school in the fall, but she was home with us in the evenings. Mandy was understanding as we spent more evenings at my house, just hanging out with Betsy and my mom, trying to help Betsy deal with the emotional turmoil that was inevitable. I couldn't help but notice that as the weeks passed, she wore less and less around the house, finally admitting that she used to wear even less at home than she currently does at our house, frequently completely naked. To my total amazement, my mom suggested that she was free to do so at our house if it made her feel comfortable, and on more than a few occasions, Mom joined Betsy being naked, just to "make her comfortable", and before long had both Mandy and I joining them.
Dad traveled a lot for work and was only home a few nights a week at most. Despite being encouraged to join us in running around the house naked, he couldn't quite bring himself to do more than wear a pair of shorts, though I suspect it was because he was embarrassed at his almost constant erection. Let's face it, two sexy young ladies running around naked would do that to a guy. Not that I didn't have the same problem, though Mandy took care of it often enough so it wasn't quite as obvious, sometimes as many as three times over the course of the evening. I would have thought Mandy'd be upset with me running around naked with my mom and Betsy, until she finally admitted that she was loving the extra sex she got because of it.
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It wasn't quite dawn yet, but the sky was getting lighter through window, the curtains of my second story bedroom window still open from the night before. I snuggled against the warm body in my arms, pressing my morning hardon between her thighs. As we usually did, Mandy and I had sex early in the morning, slow, unhurried, gentle sex. The kind I liked most. I cupped her soft breast and slowly worked my dick between her lips by rocking my hips to rub it against her, my hardon pressing my head against her lips. We'd done this so many times I didn't even need to open my eyes and just gently worked my hips until I felt the wetness of her lips engulf my head and the crown on my head press to her vaginal opening.
"Mmmmmmmmm." She moaned ever so softly as I pushed my dick slowly into her. She let me work my hips, to tease my dick deeper and deeper as I drew her moisture out to lubricate us. I slid my hand down her body as she shifted one leg to rest on mine, instead of in front of my bent legs, spreading her legs just enough to let my fingers find her wet pussy. She groaned deeply as my fingers found her clit and began to tease it.
I wasn't in a hurry, moving my dick slowly, only sliding in and out a few inches, but it was enough to slowly draw my building orgasm along. Of course Mandy's orgasm wasn't left behind by my actions. Her hips began to rock slightly in time with my strokes as my finger rubbed gently up and down her slit, bouncing over her most sensitive nub in time with my strokes. In and out I rocked, feeling my climax building and knowing that I was bringing her along with me, as we did almost every morning we slept together. I waited, stroking slowly, feeling her body respond, her breathing grow to a shallow pant before she let out a long deep groan of pleasure. I felt her vaginal walls grip me and try to pull me deeper into her, teasing my oh so close climax to it's fruition.
These were never highly intense orgasms like I gave her when I was trying hard. No, this was a soft, gentle, loving, orgasm that I could tell held her body rigid for well over thirty seconds. I say that because it became hard for me to tell when her orgasm started fade once my own took over. I felt my body spasm and jam as far into her as I could. My hand pulled her pussy, squeezing her body and ass against me as my cock surged shot after shot of cum deep inside her.
"Ohhhhhhh fuck yes." She moaned loudly as I held her still slightly trembling body to me, my cock twitching inside her as it oozed out the last of my cum into her depths.
"God I love you Mandy," I groaned softly into her hair as I opened my eyes to look at her. I pulled my face away and shook my head slightly as I tried to focus my eyes in the dim light filtering into the room. Uh..... No! The hair was blond, not dark auburn. Her body seemed a little broader and her ass a little softer and as I squeezed the breast in my hand, I realized it was too big. I lifted my head up and looked at the side of the face of the woman I was holding, my brain, only now, remembering that Mandy hadn't slept over last night, having an early morning appointment of some kind.
"Betsy?" I croaked before clearing my throat and trying again. "Betsy?"
"Oh god David, I'm sorry." She whispered softly, pulling off my now shrinking cock and rolling in the bed to face me. She wrapped one leg over mine and pulled us together, her tits pressed to my chest and her face inches from mine. "I didn't mean to, I just wanted to be held by you. But when you...I couldn't stop myself. When I felt you trying to put it in me, I just couldn't say no. It was so gentle, so, so, so, god David, I've never had anybody make love to me like that. I know I should have stopped you. But I couldn't. Once you started, I didn't want to. I'm sorry."
"I thought. Never mind. I didn't realize." I mumbled, trying to figure out just exactly what to do. Not that I hadn't had sex with other women, even while Mandy and I have been a thing, but this was the first time I'd made love to another woman, not had sex with them. To me there was a huge difference.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
