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Mr. Marcus has plans to attend Parents' Weekend at his daughter Annie's college downstate. But the best laid plans of Marcus and men sometimes get messed up, and frequently get Mr. Marcus laid.
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Why didn't I want to pick up the phone? Because the caller ID said "KRUMHOLTZ", and I wasn't up to taking any of Stephanie's outrage about penetrating her daughter Inga. It had been only the tip - the head - of my prick, anyway. Before it could get serious and deeper, Inga reacted, or should I say, over-reacted, to the feel of a cock in her pussy. Just barely in, I swear it. Reese, Mr. Tashun's niece was a witness. Hell, she had called it 'nothing.' Besides, I needed to leave for downstate. Attending Parents' Weekend was a gift from Harriett, and I didn't get those very often.
I had to find out what Stephanie thought, for better or worse. "Hello?"
"Harvey, I mean, Mr. Marcus."
Why couldn't we be on a first name basis? We'd fucked, hadn't we?
Dr. Crumholtz's, or Stephanie's, voice sounded frantic. "Come to my office immediately!"
I'd passed her tests, proving that I didn't have a breast fetish. "I thought we were done with my-"
"It's not you. It's Inga."
She had my attention. "Why, what's wrong?"
"She exhibits signs of clinical depression ever since she drove up from downstate. Since she saw you. Completely unresponsive. You have to help me. I don't know where else to turn, or to whom she'll respond."
I'd been upset at Inga's sudden departure. Not enough to unmount Reese from my cock and run after Inga, but concerned none the less. And not just because her mother had demanded it. I felt protective of Inga. Those feelings were real, more parental than sexual. Although my daughter Annie and I had sex - so much for that. "I'll be right there."
I'd just hung up the phone and it rang again. Neat feature, caller ID. It was Clara from across the street, probably looking for me to demonstrate sex with another of her visiting nieces. I let it ring. Inga came first. And, she took higher priority.
I jumped into my rental car. The insurance company was procrastinating about my wrecked coupe, the one I'd driven into a ditch with Inga as passenger. The one that got destroyed by toxic chemicals. Something about personal liability. I'd exhibited personal restraint by not taking advantage of Inga during our nude chemical cleansing shower. I'd have to escalate their process as soon as I got a chance.
I didn't trust my rental at speeds over 45 miles per hour. Perhaps the rust bucket was unsafe at any speed. There were plenty of parking spaces in Stephanie's office building. Maybe emotional crises were on a downturn. Like my portfolio of investments. Damn Zenellis for screwing me out of my future nest egg. At least I screwed his daughter as compensation.
I knew my way along the corridor and into Stephanie's office. A chime announced that I'd crossed the threshold. I didn't bother to knock on the door since I was expected. The one-way mirror's curtains had been pushed back. Stephanie stood, viewing her second room. "Thank God you're here. Look."
On the other side of the glass, Inga sat, curled up on the couch. Her outfit was completely distracting. Uncomfortably short mini skirt. For me, not for her. Standard white blouse. Her arms were folded across her chest. Her face was made up. Blush and lipstick and eyeliner. Way too much. Inga didn't need any of that stuff to look pretty. "Is she resting?"
"Don't be a fool. She's withdrawn, a classic case of depression. And I have you to thank."
"Me? I did precisely what you demanded." Almost.
"Yes, you were dutiful, despite some serious lapses in judgment. Showering with her, touching her. Everything except the act of sex itself."
So Inga hadn't told her mother about my incidental penetration. "If you recall, you gave me permission to hold and touch your daughter. I stayed within the bounds of your rules. Why hold me to blame?"
"I apologize. I'm completely frustrated, that's all." Stephanie crossed her arms, accentuating her bust. I recalled her naked breasts as we'd sat on my bed. She wasn't frustrated after we'd fucked. "Why do you think she's acting this way?"
"I don't know. You're the shrink."
Stephanie bristled. "She thinks you rejected her. For some sexpot. I had you all wrong. You don't have a breast fetish. You have a young woman fetish."
Maybe the first correct diagnosis I'd heard from Stephanie. "Does that include you?"
"That was a slip of judgment." Stephanie scowled. I never should have -"
"You enjoyed every bit. Don't lie." She'd been horny, and I always am. It had been a natural conclusion. Only complication was, Inga walked in on us just as we were climaxing.
Stephanie paused. "It was pleasurable. But we're talking about Inga." Stephanie, Dr. Crumholtz, paced. "What happened in that motel room? Please tell me."
I wasn't about to admit that I'd kind-of sort-of half-fucked her daughter. No way. "What did Inga say?" The truth will out, as they say.
"She told me that when she found you at the motel, you were with a young woman. Your paramour insisted Inga get undressed."
"And then?"
"Nothing. She said you did nothing with her. I wouldn't have believed it, but Inga never lies to me."
Reese had used the term "nothing" as a comparative to full contact active sex, not as an absolute, but I was grateful for the mix-up. "Thanks for your confidence."
"I must say, I'm surprised. Given the circumstances and the opportunity, I would have expected you to take advantage. Given the close encounters you and Inga shared at your home, and after your auto accident. But you've shown yourself to be bigger than that."
Stephanie knew of whence she spoke, having coaxed me to an erection and acquiesced to fucking me.
She pointed to her daughter. "See how she's withdrawn?"
Inga had tightened her fetal position, clenching her knees. Her skirt had risen, leaving a clear view all the way up to colored panties. I wondered what logo decorated them? Perhaps I'd get lucky enough to find out.
"So she's depressed because we did nothing? Then think," I said. "Me doing nothing with her and something with the other young lady - and by the way, we were accidentally stranded there - angered and humiliated her."
"I believe you're right."
