In view of their differing professional activities, the McPhersons were well organized.
Glen was absent during the week but was usually back home by Friday.
After a long maternity leave, Lydia was gradually resuming her teaching, but for the time being only in the afternoons. That left her mornings free to care for her babies and feed them. Three days a week, by midday, she dropped them off at her parents, who lived only a few blocks away. On the remaining weekdays a close friend of hers took care of them in her home. Lydia often stayed with her parents for dinner, saving her the time she would otherwise need for cooking.
A cleaning lady took care of many of the household chores twice a week.
Glen and Lydia wished to keep the weekend for themselves, starting with the Friday night. They were glad to have found a dependable babysitter in the person of Harold.
As described in the preceding parts of this series: that is how Harold had become very familiar with the McPhersons, and why they had chosen him as a lover for Lydia. Lydia and Harold made love for the first time on a Sunday and, together with Glen, they agreed that Harold would be welcome again on Monday afternoon; Glen would have that day off and would be at home.
By Monday morning he felt so intensely horny that, in spite of his physical exertions of the day before, he was fully recovered. Hard erections kept pestering him since he had woken up.
The Monday afternoon came eventually, but to Harold not soon enough. He had classes in the morning, but he could not take his mind off Lydia; the woman he now adored even more, now she had initiated him in sex and adopted him as her lover. In particular, the fact that she was at the same time a lover and a kind of mother to him delighted and aroused him no end.
He trembled with excitement when he rang the doorbell at the McPhersons at two in the afternoon. Glen answered the door and smiled when he saw the look in Harold's eyes. "Hi Harold, fit for duty?" he laughed. Harold smiled somewhat embarrassed by Glen's clearly noticing his excitation. "Don't worry," Glen said, "that's a good sign. Lydia will appreciate it."
He took Harold to the lounge, where Lydia was waiting. She came up to Harold, gave him a quick kiss on the nose, and asked, with a naughty smile, "Hi man, in good shape?" Lydia wore a semi-transparent dress that left little to imagination. It was stretched to the limit by her heavy bosom. Seeing Harold's desperate attempts to conceal his erection she added, "I see that you have come for something else than help with a math problem!" All three had to laugh and that eased Harold's tension somewhat.
"Shall we have a drink first? Can you hold out for so long?" Lydia asked. "Some things get only better when you have to wait for them a bit."
"You sure know how to stoke the fire, love!" Glen laughed, "all right, I will get us a drink first."
They sat down and managed some conversation about the usual topics. Harold kept shuffling uneasily on his chair though. Some ten minutes went by.
Lydia then suddenly rose, reached out her hand to Harold, and simply said: "come!". When he was upright, she pulled him along behind her. Through the door towards the stairway to the upper floor, whilst Harold revelled in the usual cloud of freshness surrounding her.
Glen smiled understandingly and followed them.
Lydia led Harold to the same guest room they had occupied on Friday. Vivid recollections of the delightful hours they spent there flashed through his mind.
Glen made for an armchair in a corner and started to undress. Lydia blew him a kiss. He nodded encouragingly. Harold saw from the corner of his eyes that in contrast to the impressive rest of his physique, Glen's penis dangled rather listlessly from below his belly.
Harold was unsure what to do next and remained standing.
Lydia turned towards him, unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his hairy chest with both hands. She pinched his nipples a few times and looked at him seductively. "Don't you want me?" she whispered, "I want you. You know what I want." She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his trousers, thereby freeing Harold's fiercely erect member.
Harold undressed completely and pulled Lydia towards him.
Her warmth and softness overpowered him, so he stayed motionless with his arms around her. Lydia was aware of the impact she had on the young man and let him keep her in his strong embrace for a while, his hard penis impressed into her soft abdomen.
She managed to wriggle herself free, lifted her dress, from below, over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She took the hairpins out of her high bun and shook her head, so that her lush hair fell freely over her shoulders and her full breasts swayed gently.
Harold's gasping was now audible.
Lydia let him feast his eyes on her body for a moment. Seeing the desire in the eyes of this virile young man caused her to become strongly aroused. In a spur of the moment, she spontaneously reached out her hand and pulled Harold by his penis towards the bed.
"Lie down on your back," she said, "let me prepare you to fulfil your responsibilities."
Even aroused, and during love play, Lydia kept using her posh language and that was titillating.
She sat on the bed next to Harold, bent over him and took the head of his penis in her mouth. With her tongue she began to tickle the underside of the glans. Meanwhile she intently watched his reactions. Initially Harold stayed immobile with eyes closed, overwhelmed by his sensations. Only his panting and soft moaning betrayed his arousal. When he suddenly started to move, Lydia withdrew his member from her mouth and said, "don't come yet. I want you to come inside me. I think you are ready. Come, take me. Why don't you take me from behind, this time?" And teasingly, "I am sure you know this position from your literature."
Lydia crawled onto the bed and leaned on her knees and stretched arms. Even had he not seen this position multiple times in his magazines, Harold would have instinctively known what to do. He positioned himself on his knees behind her.
Lydia positioned her lower body so as to bring his penis to where it needed to be for entry and prompted Harold to push. She was sopping wet from her arousal, so that, with only a few trusts he could insert his member all the way up to his balls. The swollen, stiff organ stretched her vagina, and she gasped from the feeling of being so suddenly and so completely filled.
Their mutual moaning intermingled and, driven by instinct, Harold started to move his lower body rhythmically. Slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Lydia had braced herself and her body shook under Harolds thrusts. Her heavy breasts had started to swing underneath her, so she lowered her upper body to lean on her elbows in order to stop them from swaying.
Their arousal began to affect their speaking. At first Lydia still encouraged him, "Yes, come on, take me, fuck me, fill me!" But after a while her utterings became unintelligible, like Harold's. They both became completely overwhelmed by the intense sensations of their copulation.
First Harold came, with a loud and deep, protracted moaning. It lasted until his thrusting eventually subsided. Shortly after Harold started his climax, it was Lydia's turn, the moment she felt him pumping his semen into her. She sighed and sobbed uncontrollably and let out a series of short cries during her orgasm.
