Just Across The Fence Ch 07

I think you will find the stories make more sense if the episodes are read in sequence.

Everyone engaged in sex is eighteen or older.

Chapter 07. A dramatic debut for a new player...and new possibilities.

Life has its embarrassing moments.

And then there are...other moments, for which the word 'embarrassing' isn't even remotely adequate.

Like this one. In which I found myself surprised by my lover's adult son while I was busy banging his mom, who happened to be my new lover of barely a week, in my [supposedly] secluded backyard swimming pool.

For an interminable moment, we stared at one another in a frozen tableau of astonishment. Me, in the pool with his mom, both of us naked, my ramrod cock buried to the hilt doggystyle in her pussy. Andy, standing about twenty feet away just outside the pool/patio area of my backyard. Finally, I drew breath to say something, though God alone knows what sort of idiocy it was I might have been planning to utter.

With fine presence of mind, well befitting a future naval officer, Andy threw up one hand in an emphatic 'Stop!' signal, and simultaneously put the big finger of his other hand to his lips, while shaking his head. I managed to shut my mouth, and continued to stare at him, my heart racing, and not from the pleasure of where my cock was situated. Not five seconds had passed since we first saw one another. Beth floated in the water, my hands on her hips, her arms folded on the side of the pool with her head laid atop them, eyes closed, blissfully unaware that her son stood only a few feet away watching her being fucked in a swimming pool by her neighbor, a man twenty years her senior. Instead of a thousand miles away, at the US Naval Academy in Maryland, where she thought he was.

Andy began backing away towards the back fence that separated my property from Beth's, where he could use the gate to get back to her house. Or maybe he would just vault over the four-foot-high fence, tall and athletic as he was. And as he backed away, he pulled out a cell phone and pantomimed, "I...call...you..." He tapped his wrist, and flashed five spread fingers at me three times. "I'll call in fifteen minutes." I nodded understanding. He gave me a thumbs up, turned, and stole away. All of thirty seconds had elapsed since the moment I became aware Beth and I were not alone.

"What were you saying, sweetheart?" Beth asked, and then, apparently noticing that I had stopped moving, "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, dear," I mumbled, and managed to get my hips in motion again, with some difficulty trying to recapture the romantic mood that had, for me at least, been so rudely interrupted. "Everything is fine. Couldn't be better."

"Took the words right out of my mouth, baby," she replied dreamily.

I managed to continue fucking Beth, trying not to worry about Andy. Clearly, he didn't want to make a scene in front of his mother. How this would all play out I could not guess, and I decided to just do my best to take care of the business at hand and not worry too much about anything else. Not yet, anyway.

Fortunately, screwing my lover in the pool was sufficiently beguiling to enable me to put Andy out of my mind very quickly, and concentrate on demonstrating to Beth that I knew how to show a girl a good time. Acting on a sudden inspiration, I reached up to the jar of lube on the edge of the pool, scooped up some on my two middle fingers, and brought them down to insert into her anus, forcing my way in knuckle deep with gentle but steady pressure, without slowing the motion of my hips as I fucked her.

"Ahhhohhahhohh...." Beth moaned in evident appreciation of this new intrusion into her body, the powerful muscles of her anal ring clenching spasmodically at my fingers, squeezing them almost painfully. My fingertips could easily feel my cock sliding in and out of her, through the thin but tough tissue of her rectovaginal septum, the strong connective tissue layer that separates the vagina from the rectum. I fucked her asshole with my fingers, moving always opposite the motion of my rigid cock fucking her pussy.

"Oh my God...what are you...doing to me?" she groaned in joyful euphoria, panting and thrusting her hips back at me as I pushed my throbbing member into her cunt as deep and as hard as I could. "Never mind, just...whatever it is...keep doing it...just like that...ohhhh...." Her arousal continued to grow; her head lolled and writhed where it lay on her folded arms, her moans and whimpers of blissful pleasure encouraging me to continue pounding both her pussy and her asshole more and more vigorously until we once more achieved massive orgasms, more-or-less simultaneously, pulse after pulse of hot sticky semen surging from my prostate up through my raging hard penis to burst explosively into her welcoming cunt. And as I did, Beth climaxed with a long, shuddering sigh of ecstatic exultation, her cunt squeezing my palpitating dick marvelously in rhythmic waves, while my fingers stuffed in her asshole were almost numb with the tight-but also welcome-constriction they endured.

I leaned forward in the water to lay atop her back, my free arm around her body, and we did not move for several minutes as we rested and recovered our senses. Finally, she spoke wearily, "Whatever it is you have stuck up my ass, sweetheart, it feels wonderful...but it's a little too intense now, so...."

"Got it," I replied, gently extracting my fingers from her body. The two numb intruding digits began to painfully experience the pins and needles of returning circulation, as I reached up and grabbed a towel from the pool edge to roughly wipe them down. A minute later, my deflating cock slipped out of her pussy. She turned to face me, and we shared a lengthy and passionate kiss standing naked in the chest-deep water.

"Did you enjoy your demonstration of how much fun a pool can be, madam?" I asked her playfully. "We can start installing yours as soon as you sign the contract. I'll be more than happy to stop by as often as you like to instruct you in the many very pleasurable ways it is possible to enjoy your new watery playpen."

Beth laughed, and replied, "Well, aren't you the generous one? But I don't really suppose the lessons are free, are they?"

"It depends," I mused. "These days, anything and everything is negotiable."

"I think I might want to experience some additional samples of your wares, before I decide how much I'm willing to spend on them," she informed me.

"I'm certain that can be arranged," I assured her. "I'll check my busy schedule, and get back to you."

"I bet you will," she agreed. "But now, let's head to bed. Anna and the babies are coming home tomorrow, and it's going to be another long day, I'm sure."

We headed upstairs, picking up our discarded clothing on the way without bothering to get dressed. In the bedroom, I made an excuse not to join her in the shower right away, and the timing worked out perfectly when her phone buzzed on the nightstand not three minutes later. Glancing at it, I saw the call was from 'Andykins', as I had expected.

"Your son is calling," I yelled, so she could hear me over the shower. "Want me to pick it up?"

"Yes, please, darling," she replied. "Bring it to me in here, if you don't mind."

I accepted the call, and immediately said, "Hi, Andy, I'm John, your mom's boyfriend. She's in the shower at the moment." There was a short pause while he digested that, and I took advantage of it to continue.

"Don't worry about what happened at the pool a few minutes ago," I assured him. "I know it was an accident, and I'm not upset about it at all. And she doesn't know."

Andy heaved a long, relieved sigh. "Thank you, sir. I'm...terribly sorry, I..."

"Not now," I told him. "We can talk about it later. Right now, I'm going to put your Mom on."

"OK, thanks," he replied, as I carried the phone in and handed it to Beth, standing in the shower, naked and dripping, drying her hand on a towel to take the phone. I could only hear her side of the conversation.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up?...You're WHERE?...RIGHT NOW?...Oh god, um, well, I'm at John's house...No, no, you can come over here tonight, his house is the one behind mine, like I told you, just across the fence in the backyard...There's a gate in the corner you can use....Yeah, bring your gear with you, you can stay here...We'll, uh...get dressed and come down to let you in through the patio door in a minute...OK, bye, love you..."

She handed the phone back to me, and began quickly, frantically even, toweling herself dry. "Andy's HERE!" she informed me breathlessly, the words tumbling out as fast as she could explain. "At my house. Got out of his training early somehow, caught a ride here with a classmate whose dad owns a jet, or something...he'll be at the back door in a minute, get dressed so we can go let him in..."

I put on my best surprised look, along with my shorts and T-shirt, and headed back downstairs with her to meet her son...for the second time, I thought to myself.

Andy was already waiting when we got downstairs, lounging patiently in a chair by the door, a duffel bag parked by his side. I barely had time to unlatch and pull open the sliding patio door before Beth flew through and into his arms, as he stooped to embrace her. When she finally had her fill of hugging him, for the moment, anyway, she introduced us, and we shook hands.

"Pleased to meet you, Andy," I told him, as warmly, and as straight-faced, as I could.

"My pleasure, as well, Mr. Miller," he said, respectfully, and with no hint of amusement at the surreal irony of which I was sure we were both conscious, pretending for his mom's sake that this was our first encounter.

"What happened to Sunday?" Beth asked him pointedly, her pleasure at seeing him giving way to a mom's exasperation at her son for not telling her he was coming home early.

"Sorry, Mom," he said. "Our training course got cancelled because the instructor broke his leg when a piece of equipment failed. He was a Marine sergeant, tough as nails, wanted to continue the training anyway, broken leg and all, but yesterday evening the CO told us there was no qualified sub available, so they would reschedule it, and cut us loose early."

"One of my classmates' dad is a fat cat who owns a corporate jet, which he sent overnight from Arizona to pick up his son this morning, to bring him home. The jet seats eight, besides the two pilots, and Greg got his dad to agree to let some of us ride with him, to save us time and money flying commercial to get home to visit our families. They dropped me off here in Oklahoma City, where they had to stop to refuel in any case, along with a guy going to Texas. The others will catch flights to the west coast from Phoenix."

"I, uh...thought it might be fun to just show up and surprise you, Mom," he told her, while I found something interesting to look at outside the glass patio door, unable to trust myself to keep a poker face. "You're not mad, are you?" Fortunately, Beth was too busy giving Andy a hard time to notice me.

"Well, being surprised by the men in my life has become something of a habit with me, of late," she told him, gently elbowing me in the ribs. "So why should you be any different?"

"Your mom and I have had a long day, Andy," I cut in, "And it sounds like you have as well. Why don't we turn in, and go out for breakfast in the morning to catch up and get acquainted. Oh, do you need something to eat tonight?"

"No, sir, I ate dinner at the airport before I got to Mom's house in an Uber," he explained. "A good night's sleep sounds like a plan to me."

"Grab your gear and come with us, I'll put you in one of the kids' bedrooms upstairs," I told him. Those bedrooms had long since been converted to guest bedrooms, with queen-sized beds, and I set him up at the end of the hall, next to the main upstairs bathroom. We said our goodnights and headed off to our bedroom.

Snuggling with Beth, she told me, "You know, I'm glad he decided to call me tonight, and didn't just walk over and knock on your back door, since I told him where you live. He could easily have walked up on us in the pool. Wouldn't THAT have been embarrassing?"

I shuddered, and shook my head ruefully. "I don't even want to think about something like that happening," I said seriously. "I guess we dodged a bullet there."

"Yes, but considering the surprises I've suffered at your hands this past week, it would be all you deserve," she said petulantly.

"Well, fate does have a way of evening things up, sooner or later," I replied. "I guess I'll just have to live with the sword of Damocles hanging over my head, until the ax falls."

"Too bad," Beth answered. "It would have been such poetic justice."

"You've got that right, it would've been...apocalyptic," I agreed. "'Night, babe."

"Goodnight, sweetheart," she answered, around a cavernous yawn.

And we slept.

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At breakfast at the diner the next morning, I found Andy to be an intelligent, composed, serious, and courteous young man, very much the model of how I imagined a US Naval Academy midshipman should behave and talk. Sue was of course happy to see Beth again, and was over the moon to meet her son, embarrassing Andy by gushing over how handsome he was, embracing him again and again, shamelessly.

We explained to Andy that we had three additional house guests that we would be bringing to my house later in the morning. "Anna is the daughter, by adoption, of your mom's half-sister," I explained to him, "which technically makes her your half-first cousin, if there is such a thing. And her twins would then be your half-second cousins."

"Wow, sounds like I just got a couple of new branches in my family tree," he quipped. "Is the babies' dad here?"

I cautioned him, "Anna has made it abundantly clear she doesn't know, or care, who the father is, and has no plans to try to find out. If you want to get on her blacklist, asking her about that would be a good way to go about it."

Of course, I was side-stepping the truth that he was in fact talking to the babies' father. Which, I reflected, was another way of saying I was lying to him, a lie by omission, as it were...and I didn't feel good about that. But this was Anna's choice, not mine, and I felt bound to play by her rules. I could only hope it didn't blow up spectacularly in our faces some day down the road.

"OK, thanks for the warning," he replied soberly. "Now I really regret not giving you guys more warning I was coming. I won't do that again. I had no clue there would be so much going on around here."

"Join the club," I said, with a chuckle. "There's been more over-the-top drama in my life in the past week, than in the previous eight years all rolled up together. I found a wonderful new girlfriend," hugging Beth fiercely, as she hugged me back. "Became a great-grandfather, again. And met the future Chief of Naval Operations of the US Navy."

'Um, well, I appreciate the vote of confidence, but maybe we should wait and see what the Selection Board has to say about that," Andy replied modestly.

On the way home Andy expressed an interest in finding a gym in which to work out, while we were busy bringing Anna and her brood home from the hospital.

"You can use mine," I told him. "I can sponsor as many guests on my account as I want, for up to three visits each, no charge. The extra patrons don't really cost the gym very much out of pocket, and they figure at least some of them will decide to join, so it's good way for them to recruit new customers. I'll call and get you set up when we get home."

Beth fished in her purse, pulling out her car keys, which she handed to her son. "And you can use my car while you're here," she told him. "John has a sedan I can use, if we need to."

"Thank you, Mr. Miller, that sounds great," he told me. "You are really making me feel at home."

"Wherever my home is, is your mom's home also, now," I told him. "That makes it your home too, Andy, and you are most welcome to join us there whenever you like." Unable to resist teasing him, I added, "On short notice, or even none at all." In the rearview mirror, I saw him glare at me briefly, but his annoyance gave way quickly to a grin.

"You see what I have to deal with?" Beth asked her son, reaching over to put her hand fondly on my arm. "Every now and then, he says some impossibly sweet shit like that, and how can I not just fall head over heels for him all over again?"

"Yeah, maybe he could give me lessons on how to court the ladies," Andy suggested.

"Handsome as you are, dude, you'll do just fine even if you never say a word," I teased him. "The rest of us men can't be content with merely looking like fools; we have to open our mouths, and remove all doubt."

At the house, Andy and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen while Beth was upstairs.

"About the...incident at the pool," he explained to me. "Mom had told me about meeting you, and that things between you had gotten very serious very fast. So-without thinking explicitly about it-I pretty much knew you two were well past the point of just being neighbors who are platonic friends."

"When Mom wasn't at her house last night, I figured she was with you, so I thought I would just hop the fence and knock on your back door, and surprise her. And then as I walked up, I could hear her voice, though I couldn't make out what she was saying. I guess I didn't stop to think about what the two of you might be...uh..."

I clapped him on the shoulder. "Forget about it, kid. Water under the bridge. No harm, no foul. Unless maybe having it so graphically demonstrated to you that your noble, god-like mother is in fact a normal human being with an active sex life, has gouged an irreparable hole in your psyche?"

"I think I'll be able to get over it," he said, with a grin. "In the pool, huh? That's epic!"

"It was indeed, young man," I told him. "It was indeed. And if it's any consolation, you are not the first person who has inadvertently caught us in the act out there. I might have to start selling tickets."

"Well, if you do," he told me. "You can charge plenty, because what little I got a glimpse of, was a hell of a show."

"What's a hell of a show?" Beth inquired, walking into the kitchen.

"Um, just an old movie we both like," I improvised, and quickly changed the subject. "If you're ready, it's time for us to head out to the hospital."

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There was just room on the bench-style rear seat of my king cab pickup to fit in Anna and her two babies in their car seats. The doctor had been satisfied that they were healthy and vigorous enough to be discharged from the hospital.

Anna was bubbling over with plans for her new family. "I can't believe I didn't think about needing clothes for them," she gushed. "I need to start ordering stuff..."

"It's summer; they won't need anything but diapers for a while. And when you're ready to buy them infant outfits, have a suggestion about that, if you're interested," I offered.

"What's that, Grandpa?" she replied, intrigued.

"Garage sales," I said.

"Garage sales? Really?" she answered, intrigued.

"Infants, especially, and toddlers too, grow out of their clothes so fast that the stuff winds up in the bottom drawer very quickly, almost good as new," I explained. "Some of it gets handed down to family and friends, but a lot of it is available at yard and garage sales, every weekend, for ten cents on the dollar for what new stuff would run. And not just cheap crap either. Margaret and I didn't have to start buying new clothes for our kids until they were about three years old. Whenever they needed new duds, we would just spend a weekend morning hitting a couple of garage sales in the neighborhood, and pick up a new wardrobe for them, all in very good condition, for just a few bucks."