The suite was dark when Michael returned; he wondered if Kaylee had left. He had been gone far longer than anticipated, originally planning only to have dinner with her mom, just for old times' sake. But seeing Leigh, how great she still looked, and knowing that she wanted him, well that had just been too much for him to resist.
In his twenties and early thirties he had been much more reserved, less confident, and would never have even considered trying to pull off what he was attempting tonight. Already on this trip he had banged a sexy flight attendant, then got a blow job from a blond hottie, and fucked the hell out of her mother. Maybe his luck had finally run out.
"Kaylee?" he called, walking towards the bedroom.
He detected some movement outside on the lanai, then saw the silhouette of Kaylee's long, left leg stretched out on a lounge chair, her right knee propped up. A half empty bottle of Longboard sat on a small table beside her.
"Out here," she replied, her voice audible through the screen door.
Michael grabbed a beer from the fridge, then went to join her. Sliding the screen door open, he stepped out onto the deck. Kaylee was sprawled on the chair, her sexy cover up barely concealing her body. He felt his cock stir, reassured to know another erection was still in the offing. He glanced down into her shining eyes, a coy expression on her young face.
"So, you were gone for quite some time. How was your date?"
Michael considered how he would answer that question. He was cautious, being pretty sure that a woman wouldn't appreciate discovering that you fucked someone else just prior to trying to fuck them, particularly if that other person just happened to be their mom.
"It was good. I mean, it was nice to catch up," he replied, taking a swig of Longboard.
"Jeez, you were gone about three hours, that seems like a lot of catching up."
"Well, you know, you get to talking..."
"Talking huh?" she said skeptically.
"Yeah, you know," he said, bringing the bottle to his lips.
"I can tell that you fucked her."
Michael was flabbergasted. The blunt statement caused him to almost choke, some beer spewing from his mouth. He coughed two or three times, attempting to catch his breath. Kaylee laughed.
"I knew it!"
"Shit, how?"
"Fuck, I didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes, that's for sure."
Michael stared back at her, amazed at her comment.
"Look dude, as near as I can tell she hasn't been with a man since she divorced my dad. She was so excited to be getting together with you, and seeing what she was wearing, how she was all dolled up, I knew she'd try."
"Why didn't you warn me?"
"Warn you? What would I say? 'Hey Michael, my mom's gonna try to screw you, so be careful.' Besides, I was curious to see what would happen, what you would do."
"Fuck."
Kaylee grinned again, continuing her narrative.
"And then when I saw you, saw your hair mussed up, your clothes all wrinkled, and the look on your face, well I just knew. Plus you stink of her perfume."
Michael sat there dumbfounded. The cat was out of the bag, but the girl sitting on the lounge chair beside him had a look on her face like the cat that ate the canary. She sure didn't seem angry, appearing amused rather than upset.
"You don't appear bothered by that," he said.
"Why I should I be?"
Her laid back response was both charming and confusing.
"Oh fuck, I don't know, maybe because I was with another woman while you were waiting for me."
"She's not exactly just another woman."
"I don't think the fact that she's your mother makes it better."
Kaylee snickered, taking a gulp from the bottle on the table. When she was done she spoke again.
"Look, if you expected me to be angry, or jealous, well, I'm not built that way. At least not when it comes to someone I just met. You don't own me, I don't own you. We're all just having fun, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"And besides, my mom has been so lonely, I'm happy for her."
She clearly was. Michael found her attitude refreshing. It was a relief to not have to worry about keeping secrets from her, and if he was honest he'd admit that his kinky side found it a turn on. On the other hand, the idea of Kaylee willingly sharing him with her own mother was still a bit disconcerting.
"You're fucking incredible," he said. "So, what do we do now?"
"Well, I've been patiently waiting my ass off, so I'm hoping we're gonna fuck tonight. That is if you've got anything left in the tank after all of your shenanigans."
Kaylee squeezed his thigh, her eyes sparkling seductively. A twitch in his pants told Michael that he would be back in business soon.
"One thing though, you need to take a shower. It's gonna freak me out if you smell like mommy while we're doing it."
"Oh fuck," he mumbled, shaking his head.
He went back inside, disappearing into the washroom. After shedding his clothes, a large, glass walled walk-in shower welcomed him. The warm, invigorating spray cascaded over his body, Michael luxuriating in the sensation of the water pelting his skin. Grasping the soap he began lathering up, then he spied Kaylee enter the room.
The glass doors had fogged up, so he was unable to clearly see her, but he saw enough to get excited. She peeled her pretty cover-up over her head, depositing it onto a small ledge beside the bathtub. Next she undid her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor, then stepped out of her bikini bottoms, the outline of her heavenly physique partially discernible through the mist. Tip toeing to the shower entrance, she slowly swung it open.
"I thought I'd join you," she said, grinning that wild, sexy grin of hers. "That is if it's all right with you?"
"Fuck yes."
Michael was awestruck. In front of him stood a divine, erotic enchantress. Her tanned body was mesmerizing: athletic, yet still incredibly feminine, two petite yet perfect tits gracing her torso, each a bit more than a handful. They were firm and round, her somewhat darker areolae contrasted against the small triangular patch of untanned flesh left from her bikini top, the pink nipples jutting out.
Blood was coursing into his genitals, his erection growing. He moved towards her, wanting to take her in his arms, but she held out her hands palms up, placing them on his broad chest, halting his advance. She smiled, her pink lips parted slightly.
"Not yet. Let me help you."
Taking the bar of soap from his hand she began washing him. He watched her tenderly attend to every inch, her sandy blond hair, now damp from the steam and some of the spray from the shower, clinging sexily to the side of her head and across her shoulders. A few more freckles were noticeable than previously, scattered across her smooth cheekbones. Her eyes found his, their breathtaking blue-grey hue spell binding.
"Now let me do your back," she said, moving behind him.
He felt the sensual touch of her hand gliding across his shoulder blades, rubbing the soap over his skin. Sliding her fingers down his side, her nails grazed his lower back, then she lathered up his ass, her slippery digits kneading his butt. Pressing her breasts into him, her right hand reached around to soap up his balls, then his cock, now fully erect. Kaylee's lips moved to his right ear, lightly tugging on the lobe with her teeth.
"Let's see what's happening with this bad boy," she purred, her tongue darting inside his ear for a second as her right hand began stroking him.
Michael peered down to view her slippery, suds covered fingers languidly flowing across his dick. She blew softly into his ear, kissing down his neck and across his shoulder, then down his back. Dropping to her knees her tender lips caressed his buttocks, all the while maintaining her grip on his throbbing member. Cradling his balls with her left hand, she gently rolled them in her fingers while jerking him off.
"I can't wait to get this thing inside me."
"Fuck this," he growled, needing to kiss her.
Turning, he hoisted her from the shower floor, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her lovely, round ass. He moved his mouth to hers, their lips fusing. When hers separated for a second he slipped his tongue between them, finding another waiting eagerly. As they kissed, her shapely little melons mashed into his chest. Breaking off the embrace he partook of her right breast, engulfing her areola and nipple, sucking as much of her tit as possible into his hungry maw.
"Awww, fuck," Kaylee groaned.
Feasting on her flesh, he cupped her left breast in his right hand, twisting her rigid nipple between his thumb and index finger. While he was occupied with her cute little boobs Kaylee's hands ran through his wet hair, then made their way down to grasp his behind once again, her fingernails like claws digging into him.
Michael's mouth returned to hers, the two joining again in a long, ravenous kiss, their passion untethered. Kaylee crammed her tongue into his mouth, twisting it around his for a few seconds before probing even deeper. His hand descended, finding her bald snatch. She was completely hairless, his fingers on her smooth skin electric.
Michael had to see her cunt up close, smell her, sample her. Ending their embrace he slowly sunk to his knees, pushing her against the shower wall. Kaylee instinctively braced herself, spreading her legs just enough for him to have easy access. He gazed in wonder upon her mouthwatering vulva, the skin around it pale, starkly different from the rest of her tanned body, not a strand of pubic hair in sight. The outer labia were still together, a small bud like portion of her inner lips barely protruding from her gash, her clit still hidden.
"Fuck, what a gorgeous pussy," he said softly. "I need to taste it."
"Oh fuck yes," Kaylee moaned in reply, her eyes closed.
Edging his mouth towards her sex, Michael began kissing the gleaming area surrounding her hole, eventually moving his lips to her opening. Extending his tongue along her tight crevice, it wasn't long before Kaylee's flower had blossomed for him, and soon he was lapping between the delicate lips, pushing his tongue inside her, her growing arousal becoming more evident by the second.
"God your tongue feels fantastic."
For the moment Michael's only desire was to kneel in supplication to the nubile goddess before him. The warm water from the shower tumbled down her body, some of it making its way into his mouth. He paid no heed, continuing to minister to her needs. Her swollen clit now visible, he slid his tongue upwards through her furrowed cunt, finding the sensitive button, sucking on it, then moving his mouth back down to the bottom of her lush divide, beginning the whole process over again.
"Oh shit, so good, so good..." she whispered, her voice trailing off.
