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.
