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Note: If you haven't already, read Chapters 01 - 09 of Boarding with Linda, which are prequels to this story.
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Despite spending more time doing things with just Ashley to allow Linda some time when she didn't have to be in mom mode, I didn't typically interact with the moms of Ashley's friends. When there were things such as birthday parties or school events or playdates, I stayed out of the picture so there wouldn't be a lot of explaining to do. No matter how much we tried to convince some people that I was strictly a tenant (even though I wasn't), people who didn't know either of us that well tended to be a bit suspicious about the whole set-up. The places I did end up taking Ashley were ones were there wasn't typically any interaction with other parents. The exception was probably the playground and interaction typically only occurred when there was somebody closer to Ashley's age who she'd ditch me to spend her time with. I was okay with that and would find a spot in the shade to keep an eye on her and sometimes check out the moms that were hanging around. Occasionally I'd exchange pleasantries with a parent but usually not much more than that.
On the other end of the spectrum was the single mom who I ended up sleeping with, in no small part due to Linda's involvement. Her name was Khadija and she was one of the blackest women I had ever seen. She was also very beautiful. I think Ashley found her daughter as mesmeric as I found her because she gravitated right over to her as soon as we arrived at the playground. Since I'd become chopped liver, I retreated to one of the porch-type swings that were set up around the playground for the adults. It didn't take long to figure out who was the mother of Ashley's new friend and I was glad to have sunglasses on because I could not stop staring at her. In addition to being very dark-skinned, she was thin with long braids, a nice ass and smaller but perky tits. I tried not to think about what she might look like naked because sitting alone at the playground would not be the best place to be spotted pitching a tent in my shorts.
It was after Khadija's daughter apparently blew her off, too, that she finally approached me and joined me on the swing. Not only was she even more beautiful up close but she smelled nice, too.
"She's very cute," she said after we'd introduced ourselves, "Is she your daughter?"
Here we go again, I was thinking as I started to explain how I rented a room from her mom who was an old friend of mine.
"So her mom is divorced?" she asked, "So am I and I sure wouldn't complain if there was a man living in my basement who I could trust to watch my daughter."
"Well, I'll tell you what," I replied, "maybe you should come and meet Linda sometime. I'm sure she'd be more than happy to set up a playdate so that you could get some time to yourself. She sure understands the importance of that."
"You really think so?" she asked, "That would mean a lot. I don't know too many people around here."
We exchanged contact information and I promised I'd talk to Linda about it and we'd get something arranged. We talked for a while longer before it appeared that both of our girls were starting to flag. Even though they both insisted that they weren't tired and didn't want to leave, they were more agreeable once we suggested that we could have a playdate sometime soon. I think Khadija and I had a brief moment, too, where we didn't want to part and I thought that maybe there was the potential for the two of us to have a playdate, as well. I promised I'd be in touch soon and we went our separate ways.
By the time I got back to the house, Ashley was full out crashed in her car seat. I carried her into the house and, happy that we'd cleaned up at the playground before leaving, lay her in her bed. I hadn't seen Linda so, as I was getting a drink of water, I looked out the back window to see if she was in the yard. She was and she wasn't alone; she and Irene were out there in their bikinis, sunbathing. I felt a familiar stirring in my pants as I admired their hot bodies all oiled up and barely covered. Irene was lying on her back, her tits firm enough that they were standing up from her chest. Linda was lying on her stomach with her top untied so that I could see her tits squashed against the blanket she was lying on but only when I finally dragged my eyes from her sweet ass. Noting that her cell phone was lying near her head, I wondered if she'd prop herself up on her elbows to use it, exposing more of her succulent tits. I figured out a good way to find out.
"You guys look so hot I'm standing at the kitchen window masturbating while watching you," I texted to Linda's phone.
She did prop herself up to look at it, revealing more boob, then turned to look toward the window while telling Irene about my message, revealing almost her entire tit. My cock was rigid even though I'd seen them countless times by then. She had Irene help her get her top tied again then they both got up and came inside.
"You're not masturbating," Irene said, seeing me without my cock out.
"Ashley sleeping?" Linda asked at almost the same moment.
"Yes, she is," I replied, "and I'm already finished because you guys look so fucking amazing."
"Well thank goodness you recover quickly," Irene said, reaching down and finding my throbbing cock inside my shorts, "because my tits are all oiled up. Want to fuck them?"
"Yes, please," I said with a grin, then turned to Linda "Would you like to get licked?"
"Yes, please," she said, imitating me and my grin.
We moved into the living room and Irene knelt, opening my shorts and quickly having them and my underwear at my ankles. I sat on the couch as she untied her bikini top and her succulent tits were revealed. As she squeezed her tits around my throbbing cock, Linda untied her bikini bottom and let it drop to the floor, then stepped up on the couch and straddled my head. I reached around to squeeze her ass as her trim pussy approached my face while moaning at the feeling of Irene's lubed tits sliding up and down my tool. Wanting Linda to experience pleasure like I was, I started lapping at her pussy, tasting her pungent juices and causing her to moan, too. I realized that Irene was not receiving any stimulation but I planned to remedy that in some way as soon as I had the capacity and I was sure that she knew it.
I brought a hand down from Linda's sweet ass to slip a couple of fingers up into her slippery pussy while I licked and sucked her clit. She was humping her pussy toward my face, supporting herself on the back of the couch with one hand while the other held onto my head. While I worked on getting her to an orgasm, I didn't fail to appreciate how outstanding Irene's soft, smooth, lubed tits felt as they slid up and down my rigid tool. Not for the first time, I realized how fortunate I was to have been offered the opportunity to move into Linda's basement. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. Her pussy had been very hot and wet from the moment I'd started eating it and I wasn't sure if my text had initiated that or if it had occurred after they'd come inside. Either way, it rarely took much to get Linda to cum and even less effort was required when she was already fired up. With Ashley in the house, even being asleep in another room, it was never a time for indulgence, so quick and satisfying orgasms were the way to go.