"I'm so glad we came," Penelope said from beside me, while she sat on a deckchair and we watched the waves, the sun splitting off them and making for an amazing view. "We all really need this."
Only a couple of months has passed since we had restarted the sexual part of our relationship, although I hadn't been able to be inside her since we were always forgetting, or not having time to buy condoms. With everything that had been happening over the past year, it was nice to finally feel like a family again, especially since Mark was turning into the humble, respectful person that I had thought he was in the past.
The house had a lot of bad memories and I wasn't the only one who felt it. So when Penelope came to me, showing me a few houses that she was considering buying I felt the need to step in a sort things out, not only with houses but also with my future, and that meant I had to consider education first. I had always looked towards university as the be-all-end-all and that if I didn't go then I would be nothing for the rest of my life. It had been instilled in me from when I was young that if I didn't get into university using my own merit, getting a full-ride scholarship, then I wasn't worth anything. I had attached so much of my worth to that thought process that I had never considered dipping into the money I had and paying to go to university or getting a tuition fee loan, as I was also brought up to consider those methods 'cheating'. It was only recently that I had been able to rid myself of that thought process, mostly, and realised that I didn't want to go to university at all, and wanted to continue building my money as I already had that headstart in life.
It had been very hard to come to that conclusion, and I had fought myself on it for days, but after speaking to Penelope I realised that I needed to do what was right for me, and shed the leash that my parents had kept me on. I wasn't going to be their puppet anymore and was going to do what I wanted with the rest of my life because I had the luxury to.
On the other hand, Mark still wanted to go to university and try and turn his life around. He hadn't told me what it was that he wanted to study but I did know that he wanted to go to university. I had thought about paying for him, but after my revelation that I wasn't going to be going to university myself, I thought that this was a great time for Mark to start regaining his independence. If he was struggling I would help without question, but if he wasn't then I had felt like I should just leave him be. I had asked him if he wanted me to pay for his university degree just as the last clarification, to myself, that I wasn't screwing him over and was still allowing him ample chance to get to where he wanted in life and surprisingly he had a horrified look on his face when I asked.
'Of course, you're not paying!' he'd almost shouted. 'I will not let another person bail me out, especially you, who is supposed to be my best friend!'
Pride was something we all had, and his decision might look stupid from the outside, but when I looked at his steely eyes I knew that he wasn't just rejecting because he was too proud, it was also because he wanted to prove himself capable, and millions of others did the same thing he was planning to do, so it wasn't like he was setting himself up for failure or anything like that. It was the main incident that I felt pointed to his completely changed attitude when compared to the past. Before he would have either accepted and acted disrespectfully or rejected my offer and think I was looking down on him, which I wasn't.
That was one of the reasons that we were taking this holiday because Mark was going to leave, not too far but he wasn't going to be in the house anymore, and the second reason was a test run to see what it was like living in a different place and if it really made a difference to how we all felt. If it did, and if we enjoyed it, I was prepared to buy a new house and although Mark wouldn't be living in it most of the time, it would still be me and Penelope and it would be our first step towards being a couple.
"I know," I said, sighing as I pulled her into a hug, releasing her after a few seconds because Mark was still nearby. "But I really miss sleeping with you, so we're going to have to tell Mark that we're together soon, otherwise I am going to lose it."
Not being able to have her every day like we had been doing previously was killing me. I didn't really want to get myself off, as it wasn't very exciting anymore, especially when this gorgeous woman was mere feet away from me, willing to do it for me, but unable to because her son was too close by.
She leaned in close, whispering in my ear. "Don't forget that you can still use me whenever and however you want, as long as you're not fucking me, while I'm sleeping."
My dick sprang up, because with everything that had been going on I had forgotten about this proposal. I had used it a few times before, but it had been a long time since then, especially because I didn't need to take advantage of her offer as she was there when I needed her to be.
I had thought that my fetish, to cum on people and use them while they slept, would never be realised as it was a weird one to have. I would never do it without someone's consent and I assumed that the other party would like to be involved instead of sleeping through it. I had thought that was the case before, but now that I had found Penelope, who loved to be on the receiving end of my cum covering her, even while she was asleep. I felt like it has only further proven our compatibility. I had known that we would work together on a personality level, I had known her all my life, or at least all my life that I could remember, so that wasn't an issue. But you never know what someone likes to do in the bedroom, as that is a different, private matter, and something that you'd never know unless they told you - which is unlikely from a friend's mother - or you were able to figure out by being involved with them sexually yourself. I had only found out what Penelope liked because I was involved with her sexually, and I was so glad that it had now come to this.
"But we still definitely need to tell Mark, because the last thing I want to happen is us to be doing anything, including kissing, or worse, and get caught by him. I think that would be one of the worst ways for us to be found out," I said, and she nodded in response.
"I know," she said, although I could still see the apprehension. "I am going to tell him tomorrow."
"Good," I said, and although I knew that this was almost certainly going to cause a fallout between me and Mark, I could only hope that he would be more mature about it when interacting with his mother. I didn't want her to suffer because of our relationship but I also wasn't going to give her up just to placate Mark, in fact, it wasn't even an option in my mind.
"I'm getting hungry," Mark said, and we pulled apart quickly. "We are going back to the house soon, right?"
"Oh yeah," Penelope said standing up. "I'm getting hungry now too. Are you coming with us, Dylan?"
"Of course," I said, standing up and then leisurely walking back alongside them. I teased Penelope a few times, gliding my hand up and down her spine when Mark wasn't looking, and even giving her ass a few squeezes which caused her to jump. By the time we arrived at the house, I could tell that she was feeling it a bit more than she had earlier, and was annoyed at me for turning her on when there wasn't anything she could do about it right now.
I rinsed the sand off quickly, heading out of the room and eating some of the food they ordered.
"You haven't dated anyone since, well, I don't think ever," Mark said, and I paused in the middle of a bite. "Haven't you been interested in someone? Maybe I can help you out."
"Uh, I am not interested in anyone," I replied, making sure not to even glance at Penelope as I was sure that he'd notice. "So I don't think you can really help me."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Because I still know some people and can set you up with someone."
"I'm sure," I replied.
"What about you mum?" he asked Penelope, and she almost spat out her food. "Shouldn't me and Dylan move out so that you can start dating again?"
"Mark..." she said confusion on her face. "What about all those times you said that you thought I should be alone from now on?"
"I didn't really mean that," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "I was just annoyed at everything that happened before, and I'm sorry that I said what I did, especially about dad."
I looked at Penelope and found that she was already looking at me. I nodded my head, knowing that she wanted to tell Mark what was going on between us, and this seemed like the best time to do that but Mark continued talking.
"As long as the person that you start dating isn't someone that I know then it'll be fine," Mark joked, not knowing how real his statement really was. "Because all the people I know around your age are really weird. Or are really ugly, like Mr Johnson at school, who is really weird, has a horrible personality and is really ugly as well."
The words that she had been about to say died in her mouth as she realised what he was just saying. There was no indication that this statement was hinting that he knew about us, I didn't think so in the slightest, but this was something that told us exactly what he thought about the possibility of us dating, even though he didn't know it. I tried to think of something to say but just couldn't come up with a response except to awkwardly laugh while Mark went back to eating, oblivious to what he had just done to the both of us.
The rest of the evening passed quickly, probably because I was looking forward to tonight so much, but It was hard to contain myself. I waited until I heard both of them enter their room and then waited an extra hour so that I knew Mark was definitely asleep and then snuck over to Penelope's room. I could have woken her up, but I definitely think that things would go too far if that happened, and she obviously didn't want things to move too far forward yet.
I walked in, seeing the covers had been moved down from her chest, exposing her tits which were completely uncovered. I reached out, squeezing her soft tits lightly and felt myself hardening even more. I had never really been the biggest fan of breasts. Other parts of the female body appealed more to me, but once I was able to actually get my hands on a pair, and ones as perfect as Penelope's were, my mind changed and I started to really appreciate the soft, spongy flesh much more than I had previously.
