Please read When We Were Young Ch. 13 and this will make a lot more sense.
Special thanks to kenjisato for the editing, whom I cannot recommend enough.
Comments would really be appreciated.
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"Was it something I said?" Mama cracked, climbing out of the truck.
I laughed, hugged her to me, and kissed her. It felt like it had been a month since I'd seen her and Mar, who was getting a similar greeting from Lin. We swapped partners, Mar's hair blowing in the sudden, welcome breeze.
I tucked it behind her ear, smiling down at her. "Hi, 'Breaker."
"Hi, Daddy," she said softly, her ice-blue eyes smiling into mine.
We stared for a second longer than was good for us, then joined Lin and Mama, who held hands and watched us, smiling.
"How long before it rains?" I asked, looking up.
"We passed through it about an hour ago," Stacey said.
"Time for the tour, if we hurry."
Everyone nodded, so we piled into the truck and went around to the garage. I dumped their luggage in the kitchen, grabbed a twelve-pack of wine coolers from the fridge, and we took off in two carts.
We started at the gazebo, surrounded by Thea's beautiful flower beds, then across several acres to the natural landscape, ten acres of plants, grasses, and small trees growing wild, blowing to and fro, as the wind picked up.
On to the property line and the miles of wrought-iron fencing, then up the long hill, stopping under the hundred-foot tall trees swaying in the wind, to stare down at the castle and the 'Hills' from our magnificent perch.
Storm clouds rolled in, the temperature dropping from ninety-five to eighty...it was awe-inspiring. Mar and Mama oohed and ahhed, looking over all the mansions below.
"And you own all of this?" Mama asked.
Linda explained about owning the land and the homeowners paying us a monthly fee.
"Incredible," a bolt of lightning lighting up the darkening sky.
"We'd better get back," Mar said, the empty wine cooler container lifting out of the cart and racing off down the hill.
We almost made it. We were going as fast as we could, bouncing across the bone-dry lawn, two minutes from home, when the skies opened up. One fat drop landed on Mama's nose and then a wall of water descended on us, hard, heavy drops pounding down angrily.
We scrambled into the cabana, drenched, and cold. I flipped on the little accent lights, Linda dragging towels and a couple of blankets out of the linen closet.
"Strip," she commanded, tossing them on the bed.
As we undressed, the rain pounded on the thatch-covered roof, wind howling, thunder booming, and lightning giving us glimpses of the waves on the pool.
"No coffee. Tequila?" I asked through chattering teeth, drying my hair, my soggy clothes dumped in a pile on the bamboo-weave floor.
Everyone nodded, and a minute later, everyone had a shot glass in hand.
"Mama, 'Breaker, I, we, have missed you so much. Welcome to our little starter home."
They laughed, and we drank. They were drying themselves, and each other, as I re-filled their glasses. I fished around in a drawer, found a little blue helper, and downed it with my shot.
Their hair was half-dry, hanging long and limp, whatever makeup they'd had on was washed away...and they were stunningly beautiful.
They were squeezing rain out of their hair onto the rain-spattered concrete at the edge of the cabana, Mar closest to me, when a bolt of lightning hit close, making the hair on our skin stand up. We all flinched, but Mar shrieked and jumped into my arms. She was shivering from a combination of fear and the cold, and I held her to me, rubbing her back and making soothing noises.
I set her down on the bed and told her to scoot into the middle, grabbed a blanket, and lay down next to her, spreading the blanket over us. Mama and Linda joined us seconds later, the four of us naked and shivering. We lay there and let our body heat warm us while we watched nature's awesome fury from the safety of our bed.
I don't know who kissed who first, or grabbed the first erogenous body part, but I didn't come in last, I can tell you that. Being in the middle, Mama and Mar received the most attention, though a hand did find its way to stroke my penis, as Jazz would say.
My mouth was on Mar's neck and shoulder, my hand on her breast. Mama's hand was in my hair, and she was the first to moan, someone's hand on her clit, no doubt.
"Tony," Linda said, "Get in the middle and flip around; we need your cock up here."
The powerful storm raged around us, the wind blowing the mosquito netting around, as I stood up, dragged the blankets to the floor, and settled on my back between Mama and Mar. I pulled Mar over to sit on my face, her hairless sex settling on my waiting mouth.
Mama lay on her side, she and Mar sharing my cock and balls, when I caught sight of Lin, her face beneath Mama's raised leg. Meanwhile, my tongue lapped at Mar's delicious nectar, a thumb massaging her rosebud.
Mama moaned on my cock, the vibration I felt was fucking amazing. I glanced at Lin, her mouth wrapped around Mama's big clit, her fat thigh beginning to quiver.
Mar rocked back and forth on my face, her clit dragging across my chin, when my thumb broke her ring and settled into her ass. She stiffened for a moment and her legs shook, then she started grinding harder.
A few minutes later, Mar sat up, my tongue buried inside her, thumb in her ass, and shuddered through an orgasm, rocking on my face. Meanwhile, Mama, her teeth scraping my balls, paused momentarily to scream her orgasm into the raging storm, her big legs squeezing Lin's head.
Bodies moved and shifted around, Mama sank onto my cock, and Lin's pussy replaced Mar's, who straddled my stomach. As they enjoyed each other above me, I was in heaven below. I kneaded Lin's wondrous cheeks as she rode my tongue and chin, Mama's weight dropping hard onto my cock repeatedly; Mar's added weight only feeding my submissive kink.
The wind howled around us, driving the rain sideways, when Mama came again, her juices flowing from her in a torrent. Then she and Linda traded places, my love's tight box fitting like a glove. She immediately started the squeeze--relax--squeeze thing Jazz and Thea had evidently taught her, and my own orgasm was closing in, as I moaned loudly.
Mama kissed me, her eyes smiling, then settled her wet pussy onto my waiting mouth, her big, milky thighs engulfing me. My whole body twitched, and I came, exploding into my love, as I moaned into Mama.
Linda never stopped riding me, and I could feel a hand (Mar's?) near my chin, pulling on Mama's big clit, her thighs squeezing my head in response. My hands on her ass, I mauled and kneaded, as she began to bounce ever so slightly on my tongue, her juices drizzling down my throat.
A big clap of thunder reached my ears, surrounded by Mama's thighs, my lovers jumped, and Linda came, her pussy a vice. Her muscles milked my cock, slowly relaxing, then she and Mar moved off me. Mama lay down and cleaned hers and Linda's nectar from my cock, my head buried in her dark, moist bush.
Linda's cute feet appeared by my head to my left, then Mar's head to my right, kissing Mama's thigh, then my cheek, her hand stroking my hair. I turned my head and kissed her, sharing Mama's taste. Mar worked her hand between us and pulled on her big clit, Mama's guttural 'OH GAWWD' louder than the wind and rain.
Mar grinned evilly, pulling and rubbing, Mama's hips undulating, her thighs quivering. I thrust my face tight to her pussy, my tongue a bullet, humming 'Here Comes The Rain Again' by the Eurythmics. Mama screamed around my cock and came, her juices flooding my mouth, chin, and neck, the vibrations on my cock making me moan.
She took her mouth off me and panted heavily, while Mar and I ran our hands over her big body, Mar's mouth on my neck, licking up her juices. Slowly rolling off of me onto her back, Linda covered Mama, the two kissing and fondling.
Mar's mouth found mine, and we shared more of Mama, one of my hands stroking her back, while the other mauled her ass.
"Ride me, baby," I said, softly.
She grinned and nodded, rolled on top of me, and slowly guided me inside her. Warm, wet, and oh-so tight, I moaned quietly and tilted my head up, our lips meeting. I began to thrust in and out, her lips finding my ear.
"Tell me when you're gonna come, Daddy, so I can pull off, okay? I want to share your cum with you," she said, sitting up and placing her hands on my chest, bouncing on my cock.
I smiled and nodded, then reached up and squeezed her wonderful, pear-shaped breasts, and rolled her nipples while I thrusted up to meet her.
Meanwhile, Linda had moved up and was astride Mama's face, her tongue inside my love. Linda's hand moved to my balls and began rolling and gently squeezing in a way she knew would hasten my orgasm. Our eyes met, her golden flecks dancing. She smiled, then her eyes rolled up in her head.
"Oh, FUUUCK, Mama!" she moaned loudly, lowering her body to lie on top of her, her hips grinding on Mama's face.
Mar smiled, her lidded eyes boring into me, as she bounced on my rock-hard cock. God, but she was fuckin' sexy. I lost myself in those ice-blue pools, my orgasm approaching.
"Getting close, baby."
"Cum for me, Daddy," her voice low and needy, pounding as fast as she could for a few seconds more, then rising off and taking me into her mouth, her hand jacking me, mouth sucking on my head.
"Cumming, baby!" I groaned, cum spurting into Mar's mouth, her hand jacking me until I was spent. Then her mouth was on me, hot cum flowing down my throat and hers, a shudder coursing through me.
Our kiss lasted long after my cum was gone, opening my eyes when Linda kissed my neck. I turned and kissed her deeply, my heart full to bursting. I felt Mama snuggle up on my other side, she and Mar kissing.
We lay there awhile, caressing and kissing, content just to be. What do they call it, post-coital bliss? How about just happy?
Linda broke the silence. "It stopped raining."
"It's so quiet," Mar said, in almost a whisper.
"What time is it?" Mama asked me.
"Uh, wow, almost nine-thirty. Anybody else hungry?" I asked, my stomach growling.
Everyone nodded, so we reluctantly got off the bed, grabbed our wet clothes, and headed inside. I took everyone's clothes to the laundry room and laid them out to dry, then hustled upstairs, threw on some sweats and a T-shirt, and went back downstairs, finding my wonderfully naked lovers in the library. I handed Lin some sweats and her favorite number eighty, Isaac Bruce St. Louis Ram jersey, which hung down below her ass.
