This is a continuation of "Family Dinner". The over the top nature appeared to be reasonably well received. One of the commentators expressed a liking for the elderly neighbor. I decided to expand her to more than just a walk-on character.
I haven't try to rein the story in. Obviously, there is incest, duh. There is also a bit of BDSM, including water sports. The male characters are straight but that doesn't mean they can't be curious about pegging.
Thanks, LarryInSeattle.
Thanks to those of you who take time to comment and an even bigger thanks to those readers who are kind enough to add my stories to their favorites.
Enjoy.
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"Good morning citizens and what a gorgeous fucking morning it is."
The fact that the man's speech was clear and precisely enunciated and pleasant in tone without any of that irritating false cheerful chirpiness you hear on history tapes in no way made up for the fact it was too fucking early to be awake and listening to a weather report. It wasn't Wally the Weekend Weather Watcher's fault. Caroline had neglected to turn off her alarm before falling asleep. She smiled at that thought. She had, most definitely not just fallen asleep. Robbie, he preferred Rob but he'd always be Robbie to her, had fucked her into oblivion. She took a great deal of satisfaction from the fact she'd done the same to him.
She waved her hand at the HoloVid and it promptly shrunk to a pinpoint of light and winked out. Then she turned to look at Robbie.
Her brother was twisted up in the sheets, limbs akimbo, snoring the soft little-boy snores she remembered from back when he still sucked his thumb. She arched her back and stretched her arms wide, rolling her neck and stifling a groaning yawn, not wishing to wake her slumbering brother. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone in the doorway. She turned and smiled at the sight of Ms. Banard.
Her favorite neighbor stood in the doorway, a mug of steaming tea in each hand. Caroline knew hers would be just the way she liked it, a mere hint of cream and two heaping teaspoons of sugar. She took the mug gratefully as she scooted over so the older woman could sit on the edge of the bed.
Ms. Banard was a small trim woman with a fan of fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes which highlighted the twinkle that seemed to be a permanent fixture in her pale blue eyes. She had not been a large busted woman in her youth so there wasn't much to sag. Her back was straight, her gait crisp, she gave every indication of having another twenty or thirty good years in her.
Caroline thought Ms. Banard - it was even harder for her to think of the woman as Mabel than it was to think of Robbie as Rob - was beautiful, from the top of her perfectly white hair to the funny little crooked toe on her left foot. That was due to an accident, so Ms. Banard claimed, related to an overly ambitious attempt to recapitulate an illustration in the Kama Sutra. If true, Caroline knew the illustration was fantasy. If Ms. Banard couldn't do it, it simply was not possible for a human being to do it.
Plastic surgery, Caroline had shuddered at the name the first time it was mentioned in her History of the Dark Times class, was another relic of barbarism. It was remembered only as a cautionary tale. Another example of the depths humans sink to when they deny their most basic nature. Ms. B, Caroline's informal name for her respected neighbor, had aged well but she had aged and she made no attempt to disguise the fact. No one did. No one cared.
Caroline took a sip of her tea, it was perfect of course, and turned her mind from dispiriting memories of a world long since passed to the bright eyes of her neighbor, friend and mentor.
"Thank you for the tea," she whispered, still mindful of her sleeping sib, as she hugged the woman with one arm and kissed her on the cheek. "It's perfect," she took another sip and giggled. "And thanks for last night. Holy Christmas."
The older woman waved the compliment away with a soft pshaw of dismissal. "Don't be silly, dear. What other purpose do us old farts have except to teach, advise, and offer the benefit of perspective?"
"Perspective? Is that what they called cumming your brains out when you were my age Ms. Banard?"
Her older companion chuckled. "No, smart ass, we did not. We called it 'death by fucking' or 'cum induced coma', among other things. I was happy to help."
"Okay but explain to me again about the positioning. I was too busy doing to really catch all you were telling us. I'm afraid without your hands moving us here and there, we'll never be able to duplicate it."
"Listen to your center, dear, and you'll figure it out just fine. Your center is wherever all that sexual tension is stored. One fuck it might be your pussy, another fuck and your center will be your ass or your mouth. Follow your center and you'll not go far wrong, ever. Trust me."
Caroline nodded. "Still, would you mind showing me once more? If you need to run I can drop by later. I don't have any classes today."
"But dear, I'm old and don't need as much sleep. Don't you want to snuggle up to your brother and sleep? You don't need to move to one of your sleep beds. You can stay in the family sex bed. Your parents are snoozing away, they'll not be ready for welcome-to-the-day orgasms for several hours. Besides, I imagine they'll use their own bed for wake up fucking don't you? You should sleep, love."
"Actually, the tea and the sugar really, has given me a bit of a buzz and Robbie's boner's got me all wound up inside. I don't think I could sleep without cumming first. But, seriously, I'll be fine. I can rub one out on my own if you have to be going."
Caroline's mentor responded with a second toss of the hand and dismissive sniff.
"Rub one out? Don't be silly dear. What sort of neighbor, for that matter human being, would I be to leave a friend when she's suffering with a sexually congested cunt? Really, you must learn when to control your silliness. First things first, dear. What is it you want? Always answer that question first. For me, that's generally a question of whether or not I want to get fucked or to cum. They, as you know, are not the same thing. Sometimes I'm perfectly happy to simply drift off to sleep with that well fucked feeling. Other times I want to howl at the moon as I cum so hard I feel like my body will shake itself into its constituent atoms and quarks and whatnots. So, what is it you want this morning?"
"Can't I have both?"
"Ah, the greed of youth," Ms. Banard clucked. "Yes you can and yes you may but one day you'll understand. Well let's get started. On your back."
Caroline fell back onto the bed. Robbie grunted when her hand hit his leg. He scooted further into the bed but did not wake. Caroline rubbed her clit with the fingers of her right hand. She pulled her left leg toward her chest and hooked her left arm under her leg as the fingers of that hand probed her slit.
"I'm still pretty wet, mostly Robbie's cum probably, but I think I'm wet enough. You could lube that lovely cane of yours and put it in my ass."
"Yes, I could but I thought you wanted to review last night?" She didn't wait for answer and Caroline knew an answer was not expected. "Remember as a rule, if cumming is the primary purpose of the stimulation, focus on your clit." The older woman leaned toward Caroline and her finger rubbed her clit. "Or the front wall of your cunt, just an inch or so inside, the G spot." The woman's finger left Caroline's clit and she rotated her hand so her fingers were pointing up and inserted two of them into her young pupil's pussy. She rubbed with firm pressure, the velvety roughness of the young woman's cunt. Caroline moaned low in her throat.
"I seem to have found the spot," Ms. Barnard drawled. "My dear, you are wet. That can't all be Robert, can it?" She withdrew her fingers and plopped them in her mouth. She frowned slightly. In another context she would have looked like a grandmother testing the brownie batter, worried she had forgotten an ingredient. She removed her fingers from her mouth, licking them clean.
"No, that's definitely Robbie. Just a hint, a delightful hint mind you, of your sweet cunt." The woman looked at Caroline. "May I, dear? I won't make you cum and it should get you nice and primed for getting fucked."
Caroline smiled at the woman's thoughtfulness. "Of course, Ms. Banard. That's sounds like a blast." Caroline smiled at herself. "Blast?" she thought, "I never say 'blast'." She would have pondered the mysteries of why one's speech patterns changed based on who one was conversing with but before she could, Ms. Banard applied her mouth to Caroline's pussy.
True to her word, she avoided her clit. She sucked at the young woman's hairless pussy lips, running her tongue between the outer lips and the wisp thin inner lips. She did both lips before forcing her tongue into Caroline's pussy. The older woman's tongue curled before retreating from her pussy, taking with it what was left of Robert's jizz and the rapidly pooling juices of Caroline's pussy. She did this several times, before moving up and planting a soft kiss on top of Caroline's twitching clit and then sitting up.
"Lovely, dear, perfectly lovely." The older woman squared her shoulders. "Now, to business." She bent over and retrieved the ebony cane with its carved dildo handle. She twisted and the handle came free in her hand. "That's better," she spoke to herself. "Liable to break a light or my own nose if we use the whole damn thing."
Ms. Banard's cheeks were glistening with Caroline and Robert's juices. She rubbed the dildo on her cheeks and the dark wood took on a sheen in the early morning light. She moved the head of the dildo to her lips and, with amazing ease, deep-throated it. When she pulled it out, she discretely let a dollop of saliva fall onto the head. She rubbed it around with one finger and then sat down beside Caroline's right hip.
"Now, if what you want is to be fucked, by which most of us mean the sensation of being completely filled up by another's body, a steeper angle of entry is the easiest. You want your lover up high, such that his cock is pointed almost straight down. His cock will push against the back wall of your cunt and put pressure on your colon and you'll feel filled to the brim. If he's fucking you at a shallower angle, pointing his cock straight into your cunt you won't feel as full of cock as you might desire. Now, if your lover is as big, or bigger, than Robert, it's less of an issue. A nice fat cock will stretch you out, at least until your cunt grows used to it. A nice long cock will bang into your cervix and that can make you feel completely full. Of course, a nice fat and long cock can do both things at once. But, after you've grown used to big cocks or if your lover is more normally endowed, don't forget the angle. Let me show you."
Caroline had been rubbing her clit in a slow companionable fashion as Ms. Banard lectured her. Now she used her fingers to spread her pussy as her neighbor rubbed the head of the ebony dildo up and down her slit. When she slipped it in, she was holding it almost vertically. The dildo slid along the back wall of her pussy. Ms. Banard didn't push hard but the sensation was intense. Caroline felt as if the head of the dildo was pressing against her coccyx.
"That was a steep penetration. Imagine Robert is kneeling, his knees pressed hard up under your ass cheeks. He's pushing his cock down, pushing it into your cunt, past those luscious glistening pink pussy lips of yours. My goodness, your cunt reminds me of my own at your age. Once he's in your cunt, he lets his weight push his cock down. Can you imagine? Now, picture him scooting back a bit, your butt resting flatter on the bed, now his cock enters you more like this, still very nice of course but feel the difference?"
Caroline nodded as she began to chew at her lower lip.
"Now Robert has a nice enough cock he can jiggle your cervix for you." She pushed harder and Caroline felt a deep ache blossom in her lower belly as the head of the dildo pushed against her cervix. "Isn't that nice, dear? Good, I thought you'd like it. Now my fingers aren't as big as a cock but let me show you why DP is such a perennial favorite."
