Beech Grove Bed And Breakfast

A lighthearted mind control romp told from the oblivious target's point of view. Regarding tags, I ran up against the limit of ten; I left off 'interracial' but some of the couplings are black/white if anyone cares.

Initial Impression

I have several girlfriends, but I'm always on the lookout for new talent. One of my steadies got married recently; after fucking each of the two nights prior and the day of her wedding, she kissed me farewell and said her vows with my cum leaking out of her pussy. I'll miss her!

So when I spotted a cutie with a high, light brown pony tail in the burrito shop one afternoon, I naturally stepped over to her table. Didn't need a pick-up line; she looked up from her phone and I gave her a big grin. At 6'3 with broad shoulders, a toned physique, dark, wavy hair and bright blue eyes, I rarely struck out with the ladies.

"Oh, my. Please join me." She gestured to the extra seat at her table, and put her phone away in her purse. I sat down and let my eyes drift from her face to her chest and then back to her eyes.

"Did I pass the visual inspection?", she asked with an amused smile.

Early twenties, large, soft brown eyes, high cheekbones, a cute nose, pretty lips, noteworthy if not exceptional bust--"Definitely," I smirked.

"Good to know," she laughed. "The view's not bad from this angle, either." She took a bite out of her burrito and kept her eyes locked on mine while making the act of chewing and swallowing look orgasmic.

Her tongue darted out to clean her lips, then she dabbed at her lips with a napkin before asking "What's next? The oral?"

My turn to laugh. "I certainly hope so. When would you be available?"

"Thursday afternoon? I work at a Bed & Breakfast, come for me after two?"

I chuckled at the double entendre. "Can't wait."

She gave me the address and said "Joyce Bukowska, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you. Reggie Rodwell."

We chatted through her lunch. When she finished she stood up, said "See you Thursday," and walked to the door. I watched her leave -- enjoying the view -- but at the door she turned and blew me a kiss. Things were looking up for Thursday! I glanced down and realized I hadn't touched my food.

The encounter left me a bit wound up; with none of my regulars free for the afternoon or evening I texted an old flame I hadn't seen in a couple of years. She responded quickly with

Good timing, are you still at Franklin Place? I've got a couple of hours to kill before hubby gets home.

She was wife number three, thirty years younger than her husband, no kids so far. It felt good to rock her world for old time's sake.

Closer Examination

On Thursday it was no problem for me to arrange to have the afternoon off. I showed up at two at the sprawling, swanky Beech Grove Bed & Breakfast, which I could see as I parked my car had an impressive ocean view. Of course, I hoped soon to have an even more impressive view of Joyce!

Following the signs to 'Office' I entered the main building and was greeting by a stunning woman: long, golden curls, amber eyes, lovely face beautifully made up, narrow waist, flaring hips, and huge tits displaying canyons of cleavage. She looked to be around my age, mid-thirties, somewhat tall --maybe 5'9 -- no, she was wearing heels, more like 5'5.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm meeting Joyce, she said she'd be off work at this time?"

"I think she may be running a bit late. I'll let her know you're here. Have a seat, enjoy the view!" She pointed to a couch facing a giant picture window and then walked down a hall. I certainly enjoyed the view, though I barely glanced at the ocean!

She returned shortly and stood directly in front of where I sat. I noted 'Evelyn Bukowska' on her name badge. "Joyce is freshening up, she'll be along soon. Are you local or a visitor?"

My gaze was fixed on her bountiful assets. It took a few seconds for the question to register. I shook my head and looked at her amazing eyes. "Local. We just met."

"That's lovely. What do you do?"

Again, I found I was staring at her chest; was it my imagination or had she thrust it out a bit further? Wait, what did she ask? "I do electrical and HVAC work."

"Oh, that's useful. Work for one of those outfits that advertise on TV?"

Unbelievably sexy.

Er, what did she say? "No, freelance, I work for several different contractors."

Our conversation continued in like manner for I don't know how long, me answering quickly after a delay realizing she'd asked a question and was waiting for a response.

"Hi Reggie, ready?" I blinked and turned toward Joyce, having been completely unaware of her approach.

"Sure. I was just..."

"Yeah, I know. See ya, Mama! Let's go."

"Have a good time, dear."

When we reached the parking lot I said, "That was your mother!?"

"Yeah, she insists on vetting anyone we go out with. Sorry about not warning you, guys tend to freak out if I ask them to meet my mother before the first date!"

The matching last names hadn't really registered; I might've taken Evelyn for an older sister or young aunt. As Joyce's mom she must be close to forty -- and the thought that Joyce might still look that hot twenty years from now somehow made me all the more eager to be with her now.

My mind snapped back to Joyce -- she'd used the word 'vetting'? It did seem like I'd been thoroughly interrogated, though I could barely recall any of the questions. Thinking back, all that came to mind were visions of her mom's lovely face and incredible rack. My dick was straining against my slacks. I tried to think of something to say.

"Your mom is really something..."

"Isn't she, though?" She reached over and traced the outline of my cock. "Now I think we said something about additional inspections?"

I was hard as steel and on fire. I raced to my place, kissing her hard in the elevator --

Hope building security enjoyed that!

-- then taking her straight to the bedroom. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, fished out my hard-on and began stroking, licking and sucking it. Before I came she stopped, stripped herself, instructed me to lick and get her boobs wet, then held them together for me to fuck. I came a few minutes later and coated her chest, neck and face.

"Does that take care of the oral component, Reggie?"

"Oh, God yes!"

"Your turn!" She pulled my face down to her shaved pussy and I launched her into orbit. We then cuddled awhile; I almost drifted off to sleep until she gave my cock a few strokes and whispered "Mama" in my ear. I was instantly rock-hard again; she laughed and said "Hope you've got condoms." I did, and filled two while driving her to multiple orgasms. I felt I could keep going all night but since we both had to work in the morning she called for a ride share and left around nine o'clock.

Well! I really hit the jackpot! She was a spitfire and her mama was a knockout. This ride could be wild!

Two Timing

Joyce was busy Friday and Saturday; I already had dates for those nights, anyway, but found my thoughts wandering to Joyce and Evelyn even as I pounded Tammy's pussy and Renee's ass.

Sunday afternoon I showed up at two again at the Beech Grove B&B. Evelyn greeted me with a cheerful "Reggie! Good to see you. Joyce will be a little late. Let me show you around!"

She showed me the large breakfast room, currently empty, the back porch with stairs down to the lawn and beach, and then one of the guest rooms. "Open the curtains and get a load of the view!"

The ocean view was, in fact, spectacular, but a moment later I felt her arms wrap around me and her tits push into my back. "Close the drapes, Reggie."

Soon we were both naked and she was riding cowgirl on my cock, my hands struggling to restrain her massive mammaries as they bounced and swayed above me. She seemed to enjoy a series of orgasms until I flipped her on her back and finished missionary style. There was a light knock at the door; Joyce poked her head in. "My turn, Mama?"

Evelyn kissed me, said "Let me up, Reggie-boy," climbed off the bed, dressed and left the room.

Joyce came in wearing a light robe, which she shucked as soon as her mother exited. My dick got surprisingly hard surprisingly quickly at the sight of her naked glory; she positioned herself on all fours and enjoyed a strong orgasm as I took her doggie style.

Over the next few weeks I found myself obsessing more and more about Evelyn and Joyce, the mother-daughter duo that apparently didn't mind sharing. I made fewer and fewer dates with Tammy, Renee or the others.

Family Matters

One Monday afternoon when I arrived Evelyn greeted me with "Reggie! So glad you're here. Could you check the A/C in Cottage 4? We had to move the couple there to one of the regular guest rooms but we've got that booked starting the day after next."

"Sure, but I'll need my work van..."

"We may have what you need in the tool shed. I'll have one of the twins run you over in a golf cart." She sent a text from her phone, got a quick reply and said, "Hop on down the steps, Misty will be here in a jiffy."

By the time I got down the steps a golf cart was waiting with a raven-haired, blue-eyed beauty in the driver's seat. "Hop in, I'm Misty."

As we scooted along I commented, "Evelyn said 'One of the twins'?"

"Yeah, Stacy and I are identicals. Mama and our sisters can tell us apart but not many can and even the family tends to think of us as interchangeable."

"So you two and Joyce are sisters?"

"Oh, right, I guess you didn't get the family details. Olivia is the oldest, then Joyce, then Stacy and me. Mia's the baby."

"How old is Mia?"

"Just turned eighteen. Olivia is twenty-two."

"Five girls in four years! How about your father?"

"Mama never married. None of us knows our father; I don't think we all have the same one, other than Stacy and me, of course."

"Er, well, that's very interesting..." I was embarrassed at my question!

"Olivia's married though. Her husband acts as groundskeeper."

We pulled up to the shed (a detached garage, actually) and Misty punched the opener. I quickly found some basic tools and she drove me to Cottage 4. I soon determined a corroded wire was the culprit and had the unit pumping out cold air.

Misty said "Wow! That's great! I'll text Mama." A reply came quickly. "She asked if you'd mind waiting a bit to make sure it doesn't conk out again."

"Well, that's not really..." Misty's mouth closed over mine while she unzipped my fly and fished out my cock. She then dropped to her knees and began licking, stroking and sucking it. I got hard quickly and erupted within minutes; she swallowed the entire load.

"Looks like everything is working just fine! Let's roll!"

Back at the main building, Misty gave me a good kiss before I climbed out and she scooted off. Joyce was waiting at the top of the stairs and said "I see you met Misty."

"I didn't know you have four sisters!"

"We haven't really talked much, have we!", she laughed. "Guest rooms are nearly full, we can either go to your place or help move the Colsons back to the cottage and then, ahem, inspect that guest room."

"Not sure they'll want to move until the cottage is good and cool."

"OK then, let's go."

On the way out Evelyn stopped me with "Reggie! Thanks so much!" She gave me a long, deep kiss while mashing her tits into my chest. "Hope we don't have any more go out." As usual I had a raging hard-on all the way to my place, where I unloaded into Joyce three times.

Drawn In

That Wednesday I had no work lined up so I drove my van to the B&B and told Evelyn I thought I'd better check all the A/C units before summer really kicked in.

"Would you, dear? That would be wonderful!" I parked my van behind the main building and Stacy met me with a golf cart. We started on the guest rooms; I did a lot of cleaning, straightening and replacing wires as well as filters and other components.

Halfway along Stacy announced, "This one is Misty's and mine. Break time!" She grabbed two cold water bottles and led me inside, where she removed a plug from her butt and replaced it with my cock. Her back door was wonderfully tight. As we were getting our clothes back on she said "If you ever wonder which of us you're with just offer to go back door. Misty hates it!"

Resuming our work we finished shortly after five o'clock. Evelyn told us to clean up and join the family for supper.

"I'm all sweaty and didn't bring a change of clothes!"

"Mia will show you where to shower while Joyce rummages around our spare clothes, she knows your size."

A short nymph with flaming red hair, green eyes and lots of freckles appeared and said "Come with me." Or was that cum? She had the tiniest waist, rolling hips and bigger tits than Joyce, probably 'D' cups. She got me started in the shower and then, not much of a surprise for this family, shed her clothes and joined me. We did in fact both cum.

When we finished Joyce was there to help dry her sister and then me off. She stroked my cock a few times, getting it semi-erect, then squeezed it and whispered "Later" in my ear. Mia went off to get fresh clothes; Joyce provided me with boxers, socks, an extra large flannel shirt and some sweatpants that, naturally, barely reached my calves. "Good enough, stud."

At dinner I met the remaining sister, Olivia. She was tall (5'9) with shoulder length strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, long, lovely legs, a tight butt and tits second only to her mama's. Her husband, Lorenzo, was a dark-haired Italian maybe an inch taller than his wife when she wasn't wearing heels (which was rare for any of the Bukowska women.) They had a three-week old daughter.

I was seated between Evelyn and Joyce, with George, Mia, Stacy, Misty, Olivia, Lorenzo and back to Evelyn around the table. George was dark black and, I learned, engaged to Mia. The women spoke freely, teasing, arguing, laughing; Lorenzo and George were quick to give compliments to all the women and attentive to those seated next to them, but otherwise seemed somewhat reserved.

From bits and pieces of conversation I learned that Olivia and Joyce were born while Evelyn was in college; her parents died in a private plane crash and she dropped out to manage the B&B. The twins were born six months after that and Mia followed after another year and a half.

As the meal progressed I was kept aroused by contact from hands, legs and feet on either side of me, concealed by the large tablecloth. Meanwhile Joyce's sisters directed a lot of questions my way, many of them quite personal or even embarrassing.

For example, with Evelyn's hand gently stroking one thigh while Joyce's knee pressed against the other, Mia asked: "So, Reggie, what's your record for most women in one week?" While the sisters giggled Evelyn's hand darted to my crotch and squeezed. Naturally I gasped, apparently from the audacity of the question, and stammered a bit before answering "er, five or six."

After desert Joyce told me she was moving from a guest room to a cottage; would I mind helping her carry things? One of the twins helped us load and unload a golf cart. When we finished the twin announced "You owe me a tip!"

I reached for my wallet but she said, "No, silly!", dropping her panties, hiking up her skirt and pushing my face into her pussy. I gave her several licks before she said, "Thanks!", pushed me away, straightened her clothing and said "Have fun, Sis!", kissing Joyce and then leaving us alone.

We made love and cuddled, but I knew Joyce had to get up at five o'clock to supervise breakfast. As it was already nine, I got up and began to dress, sitting on the edge of the bed. Joyce crawled up behind me, wrapped her arms around me and said "It would be nice if you spent the night with me."

"Ummm, yes. I'd better bring a change of clothes, though."

"Or you could just move in. This cottage has plenty of room." There were two bedrooms, each with a dresser, chest of drawers and two closets.

"Seriously? You'd like to live together?" I'd never reached that stage with a woman before but with Joyce, I felt tempted.

"Think about it, Reggie. Try spending the night."

"Sounds like a plan! Not tonight, though." I kissed her goodnight, headed back to the main building and drove the van back to my place, pondering my choices. Since meeting Joyce I'd neglected most of my steadies; I did have a date set up with Renee on Friday night and Tammy on Saturday. So I spent Thursday night with Joyce. I had dinner with the family again, retired to the cottage to make love, woke up hard in the night and made love again, then woke up in the morning with Joyce giving me a blow job. Hot damn! Moving in was looking better and better -- but I'd have to give up my other girlfriends, right? I'd never dated just one woman at a time.

Then again, with Joyce, I seemed to be dating her, her mom, and most of her sisters. Olivia was married and Mia soon would be so they were probably off limits but that still left Joyce, Evelyn and the twins -- maybe I could make that work.

Out of Control

I had a job Friday, got back to my place after six, showered, had supper and relaxed with a drink until Renee showed up at nine, looking hot and sexy as always. We quickly got down to business and I sort of slipped into the zone. I was a love machine, pounding her pussy and pumping her full of my seed while she screamed, thrashed and moaned. Maybe I wasn't ready to give her up after all!

When I finished and rolled off, she was mad as a hornet. "What's the big idea, jerk? You fucked me in the pussy! You know I don't let anyone but my husband in there! And we're trying to have a baby! How the hell am I gonna explain things if the damn rugrat comes out white!"

I was stunned -- how did I screw that up? We'd been dating for almost a year and I never stuck her in the pussy -- I knew that! Before I could think of anything to say she'd pulled on her clothes and left, slamming the door.

Saturday I finished up the job from Friday, then went by the B&B. Evelyn told me Joyce was out running errands, but she took me to a guest room. When things got hot and heavy she asked, "Do you like the back door? Fuck me in the ass, Reggie! I bet you're a first-rate ass-fucker!"

I thought about my screwup with Renee; soon I found myself pile-driving Evelyn's rear entrance. She kept smut-talking and it wasn't long before she convulsed and I flooded her back door. She was so hot and just kept getting hotter!

That evening as I fixed some pasta for Tammy's and my supper I kept thinking about Evelyn, and Renee. I really should've stuck it in her ass like I usually did, like I did with Evelyn...my mind kept going around and around.

The same thoughts persisted through dinner with Tammy. When we finished she said, "You seem distracted, Reggie. Should I just run on?"

"No, no, sorry, I just made a mistake and owe someone an apology."

She began unbuttoning her blouse. "Maybe I can take your mind off that for awhile?"

"Yeah, babe, that's the ticket!"

Naked in the bedroom, I kissed her, fondled her tits, tweaked her nipples, fingered her cunt. She was hot and wet and ready for me. I thought about Renee and Evelyn. They wanted it in the ass. But not Tammy. I put her on her stomach, checked her pussy again, lined up my missile, yeah she was ready, I grabbed her hips and pushed. She screamed "Stop!", and jerked her hips sideways.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Your tried to shove it up my ass! You know I don't go for that!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got confused..."

"How the hell could you confuse my ass with my pussy?! Talk about a mood killer. Get off of me!"

I moved off and she quickly got dressed. I tried to apologize, "Sorry, babe, I..." She made a spitting noise at me and stormed out. How the hell had I messed up like that? Renee wanted it in her ass but I fucked her pussy, Evelyn wanted it in her ass, I got that right, damn! I was thinking about Renee and Evelyn and I forgot I was with Tammy! What a dope! I tried to text her an apology but the number was blocked.