Marjorie Lovett- Indrabooty tolerated the company of the tipsy Mother of Caleb Houser.
Dayna Houser had imbibed upon one glass of wine after another as they lay out sunbathing on the veranda. While uncertain of how much more she could deal with the busty supermodel she was likeable. Beside that it was nice to have made a new friend.
Ever since the Indrabooty clan relocated from Mumbai to Miami they had isolated themselves between careers and raising their daughter Molly. It was enough. Now, however it was becoming evident that their lives needed an upgrade. Their daughter Molly was a woman. Caleb seemed like a really good boy for her to date. His family appeared equally as nice.
The pampering of late made Marjorie even more open to their invitation to spend the weekend. Why not? Even her husband Sahseej had grown to enjoy himself this weekend. She was wary of how he might react to others. He was so self absorbed normally. Yet, he and Martin Houser were getting along fabulously. Talking about even a round of golf the following weekend before Martin had to return to his job at sea.
Their sunbathing was late in the afternoon but enjoyable none the less. Marjorie's biggest tension led to her borrowing a swim suit. Normally choosing a one piece Dayna insisted that she live a little. Challenging her new friend to wear a bikini. A pale yellow bikini that expressed a bit more than she was accustomed to. Cleavage was one thing. Entire torso another. Even though she was still well built there were ever so gentle traces of stretch marks eighteen years lingering. Not enough to worry over but it came with the self esteem.
Oiled up and baking the ladies giggled and talked about their children throughout the years. Each proud of them in some fashion. Bragging over their good points. Frowning over the bad. That led to discussing how they met their mates. Two hours passed quickly. Laying there drinking their conversation became interrupted.
"Guest room is ready Mom." Spoke young Kayla Houser. Dressed sensually in a white Tee that was cut off two inches below her chest. No bra evident her nipples pointy and strict. Grey spandex shorts hugging her thighs skin tight. Camel toe expressed.
"Thank you Kayla." Marjorie smiles up at her.
Dayna raises her wine glass, "Fill us up Dear."
"Slave driver." Kayla snickers and claims their glasses. Disappearing into the house. Inside as she pours more chilled wine she crosses paths with her Brother Caleb. Leering out the French doors to watch Marjorie Indrabooty laying out. Caleb had left Molly with his Father and her own Dad for a bit.
"Quit drooling over Molly's mom." Kayla chuckles.
In response without looking at her he growls, "Quit fucking Molly's dad then."
Her eyes flare at his knowledge. He quickly lifts his cell phone up showing her a video of she and Sahseej outside the back restroom.
"How did you?" She narrows her eyes, "I'm going to kill Nathan."
"How was he?"
Kayla smirks holding the wine glasses in front of her, "I am so fucking him again and again."
"Awesome. I want to fuck Marjorie too. So..." Caleb reaches into his pocket and produces two very tiny pills which he drops into each wine glass.
"Rufey? Seriously?" Kayla frowns, "Drugging Mom too?"
"Can't have her aware of what I'm doing. Besides she's fucked up already. Let her sleep it off."
"Get those from Dad's stash?"
"Of course."
"Have fun." Kayla uses her foot to slide open the door.
"You too."
Closing the door for her Caleb nods watching her delivery lead to the women drinking the wine. It shouldn't be long before both women were out cold. Then, it was game on. Kayla would distract Molly's Dad and Molly would be told to seduce his Dad again.
Mastermind! The villain rubbed his palms together.
"What's the plan, Bro?"
Nathan Houser ruined the moment. Caleb had overlooked his adopted brother. Groaning at Nathan being in his way he turns and looks toward the lankier boy.
"I don't give a shit what you do but do not get in my way."
Shocked Nathan winces queerly, "What? I gave you that video of Kayla and Molly's pop. What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing." Caleb settles down with his palms poised before him in a calming motion, "I gave Molly's Mom a mickey. Once she's out cold I'm going to strip that bikini off of her. Have a little fun."
Nathan props a brow, "What about Mom?"
"Dropped her too. She's ten shits to the wind anyway. Probably pass out before the rufey takes effect."
"Dad okay this?"
"Not Mom but he knew I grabbed a couple of his stash. Molly will keep Dad busy. Kayla can keep Molly's Dad out of sight. Perfect timing. Like I said don't fuck this up for me."
"I won't. Give me some credit. I'm family."
"Adopted. You're not blood."
"Thanks for reminding me. I guess if I'm not blood then I can strip Mom then?"
Caleb drills a glare at his adoptive sibling and growls, "That's ate up."
"Any worse than what you pull off? If you go down over any of this crap, we all do."
"Fuck it. Do what you want. Just help me take pics and video once I get Marjorie naked."
"Always glad to help." Nathan smirks, "Return the favor with a family photo of Me and Mommy?"
Caleb slugs his brother in the arm. A quick wrestle they break off laughing. Name calling persisted.
Upstairs of the Houser residence Father Martin Houser sat with Sahseej and Molly. Molly on her best behavior after cleaning up in the boats shower. Refreshed and smelling like the tender perfume her Mother had given her. Sahseej still had reservations over her growing up. Yet, he relaxed his tone. His mind was elsewhere.
As Martin rambled about politics in the White House Sahseej reflected to the encounters with his sexy young daughter. The girl seducing him then later he taking control. He had never once cheated on Marjorie yet now Kayla had obsessed his thoughts. He wanted more. He needed this adventure. He just worried about being caught. So far he had been lucky.
His wife attaching herself to Dayna Houser's hip wearing a bikini for the first time since he had married her. He chose to act as if he needed space to overcome his principles. His upbringing alone concerning his wife and children were restrained. To continue that act meant his safety. As long as Marjorie and Molly were allowed a bit more freedom they would gravitate toward themselves.
Molly however felt obligated to hug her Father's side to keep him motivated to stay the night as he had agreed to. She didn't want him to change his mind. Molly even attempted to chat about Donald Trump's cabinet. Her thoughts way off and laughable by both men. Still, Sahseej had to place an arm around his daughter for her words of wisdom. It was enjoyable to hear her lack of knowledge.
Head cradling in her Father's armpit Molly smiled brightly. She knew she was right. Although wrong. Martin Houser had difficulty not looking up Molly's skirt. Her dark bronze flesh from toe to upper thigh delicious. He couldn't resist getting another hard on.
During their lengthy discussion Martin Houser refreshed their drinks. Moving away from their earlier wine to a Man's drink. Pouring glasses of Jack Daniels and offering an added safety measure. Dropping a Rufey into Sahseej's glass. He wanted safety in bedding Molly again. His son Caleb's idea. He would only feel tired and adjourn to the Guest House for a nap.
"Here you go." Martin passes off the drink. Sahseej was not much of a drinker but he intended to be social. The more he accepted the more he could potentially get away with. Toasting each other both men downed their drinks in one good swallow. The fire of the whiskey going down made Sahseej express his overheated throat. Molly had to giggle. She had never seen her Father act this way.
"Should I locate a fire extinguisher?" Molly taunts her Father sitting forward to admire his flushed face.
His tongue numb he wags it in hopes to cool it off. He too then shakes his head at the offer of a refill. Martin chuckled. It was just a matter of time now.
Kayla Houser sat with the women awaiting the Mickey to take effect. Listening to her Mother jabber about lost sales in the Housing Market. Mumbling about possible choices she might show the Indrabooty's another day.
Eying Marjorie adjust her bikini bottoms she could tell the woman was self conscious over her body. Even Kayla had to admit that for her age the woman still had a lot of sex appeal. Squinting at her Kayla smiles. She knew the woman's husband found her hotter. Kayla loved knowing that fact. She was bedding down her Hindi George Clooney.
Minutes from now she would head inside and stalk her target like a wolf in heat.
Yawns persisted from both elder women. Kayla notices her brothers standing outside the French doors awaiting their chance to create mischief. It was only a waiting game. Kayla would babysit until bed time. Looking to the sky she worried though. The women still had hours of sun. If the brothers overlooked them too much the women would burn. That would be horrible.
