This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or over.
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Not for the first time, the old man's eyes opened wide in surprise. "That's not-" was all he could say before a body flew through the door and Maya landed on the bed on her knees. Watson's first instinct was to pull out, then maybe run and hide somewhere, but Caddy tightened her legs around him preventing escape.
"Ooo umm..." Maya lilted, "you're having sex with our visitor. I'm telling Dad."
"Phone's on the bedside table." Caddy replied, squeezing two handfuls of Watson's butt. "And make sure you tell him it was all your idea."
Beck appeared, looking every bit as bewildered as her old man. She and Maya had just showered and she was wearing a borrowed, three quarter-sleeve, red and white T-shirt with 'Daddy's Lil Monster' embroidered on the front. Maya was in a loose green singlet and her trusty old track pants and between the two of them they smelt like a candy store. Climbing onto the bed beside Maya, she hooked her hair behind an ear and said, "You owe me one million dollars."
Maya picked up a TV remote and made out she was punching the buttons. "Hello? Dad? It's Maya... Maya... No, Maya with an 'M'. Mum's having sex with our visitor, what should I do? Uh huh. Uh huh. Okay I'll tell her." She cut the imaginary call then put the remote back to her ear and said, "Love you.", then looked at her mother, flat on her back with a slightly sweaty old man lying on top of her.
"What did he say?"
"You have to hand him over. Immediately."
Caddy blew a raspberry. "Good luck with that."
Still unsure what to make of this hallucination, Watson looked from Beck to Maya, then raised his eyes as Tanya clomped into the room. "The girls?" he said.
Tanya nodded. "If you don't mind?"
"This is the surprise?"
"If that look on your face is anything to go by." Tanya smirked.
"Both of them?"
"Well it would be silly to invite just one." Caddy replied. "Don't you think?"
Watson blinked, plainly startled. "You don't mind? If she sees?"
"Who? Sees what?"
"Errr..." Watson ran his eyes over their conjoined bodies. "Maya. Sees you and me."
"Of course not. Why? Do you?"
"Well, no, not if you don't."
Tanya slid her hand between Beck's thighs. She wasn't wearing underwear and was all hot and steamy. "Come on." she chivvied, "Why don't you girls get those silly old clothes off? Before they get all crumpled up?"
Needing no second invitation, Maya fell onto her back and skimmed off her tracksuit pants, then sat and peeled off her singlet. No stranger to the sight of naked teen, Watson felt his heart pound as she got up on her knees. Maya's slender body was a work of youthful perfection, from her flawless olive skin to her lean, supple limbs, toned by ballet class and twice-weekly jujitsu. She had not so much as a skerrick of body-hair, smooth as a baby's bottom- like mother and Aunt like niece and daughter. Her breasts, though small, were sculpture-perfect, succulent B-cups as opposed to Beck's scrumptious A's, with stiff, tip-tilted nipples the colour of caramel. A mouthful each, just like Beck said, firm enough to crack a flea on.
The old man's wide eyes strayed downwards, past the canted blades of her pelvis, over a broad expanse of flat, heaving belly and settled on the prize- Maya's plump, pink-slitted, eighteen year-old pussy. Her womanhood, her feminine treasure, bridging a handspan thigh gap, pillowy outer lips slightly parted, revealing the little pink petals of the delicate inner folds. As he watched, a glistening bubble of clear, viscous fluid emerged out of her hole and spiralled, inch by inch, all the way to the sheets on the end of a silvery string. Reaching out, unbidden, she put a small, cool hand on Watson's butt. "Woah!" she said in a reverent whisper, "He feels so smooth. I thought men were meant to be all rough and scaly."
"He's not a lizard, Darling." Tanya said dryly.
"Some of them are." her mother added. "It all depends on the man. We got you a special one."
Maya ran an appraising hand over his ass. "So they're not all like him?"
Her mother shook her head. "Unfortunately, no."
On her knees on the bed on his opposite flank, Beck watched the gorgeous young female gently stroking her old man, and the jade dragon of jealousy uncoiled, hissing, in the pit of her gut. The body language was loud and clear and she knew even before they did where this first introduction would inevitably lead. He was about to be usurped by this rich young female. Enticed, enthralled, seduced, then fucked into blissful oblivion. Stolen from her, forever maybe.
But that was just stupid. Shining the light of reason on her jealousy, Beck took the weapon Watson had given her and took off the jade dragon's head. If her old man wished to exchange some fleeting physical pleasure with this gorgeous young thing, it was the least she could do to wish him bon appΓ©tit. He'd done the same for her when the stakes were similarly high and then, as now, it all boiled down to a matter of trust. He would die for her, she knew, in fact he'd already come close, and a little rampant sex with this olive-skinned goddess was the least he deserved. Summoning up her faith in Watson's unassailable love, Beck put her hand on Maya's and guided it down the cleft of her old man's butt. "Ever felt a live cock before?"
Maya looked up, her eyes feverish. She shook her head. "Nuh."
Watson's balls tightened as a cold little hand brushed his scrotum. "Go on." Beck whispered, "Give his balls a squeeze. But be gentle, they're kinda delicate."
The old man pulled out as far as his knob and froze, ass high, his cock held captive by a tight ring of muscle. For a moment he was unable even to breath, as Maya gently fondled his balls, squeezing and kneading and hefting their weight. She was a little clumsy at first, clearly far more interested in enjoying the sensation than creating it. "They feel funny," she said reverently, "like little eggs."
Taking her hand, Beck guided her down till her fingers closed around Watson's pussy-slick shaft. "Go ahead. Feel his cock."
Maya gasped. "That feels amazing! It's sort of hard, but soft."
Beck giggled. "Well it can be both, but not usually at the same time. Can you see it sticking into your mum's pussy? If you lie down behind them you can watch while they fuck."
Maya shuffled around and settled on her tummy, propped up on her elbows between Watson's legs. Easing down, he commenced demonstrating the art at a slow, measured pace. "Woah!" she exclaimed, then looked up at Beck with a smile, "Where's it all going?"
Beck put her hand on Maya's round butt and gave it a squeeze. "All the way up in your mummy's tummy." she smiled, arching her eyebrows.
Maya shook her head, eyes riveted to the sight of the fat, fleshy piston squelching in and out between her mother's distended pussylips. " You were right, Mum. That's awesome!"
Pushing up, Maya put her lips to Beck's ear and whispered. Beck looked at her, frowning. "Deflate him?"
"Fel-late." Maya said.
Beck looked to Tanya for a translation. "She wants to give him a blow job." Tanya said.
"Is that okay?" Maya asked.
"Why are you asking me?"
"Well you own him."
Beck squeezed a handful of her old man's butt. "Hear that?"