A Word to the Reader: This is
not
literature. It is not even
erotic literature
- it's an amusing (I hope!) little piece of "
What if...?"
I hope you enjoy.
- cva
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"But you didn't get to cum yet, did you, Darling?
"Don't worry, I have an idea I think you might like. In fact, I think you'll like it a lot."
Lani kissed the tip of my nose, then with both her hands on my shoulders she slowly started to lift herself off me - and off my cock. And iIt might have been my imagination, but I think she had this look of...
regret
on her face.
One other thing I noticed that was kinda different - this time, since I didn't cum in her (yet, I hoped!) she didn't have to grab a bunch of Kleenex to catch stuff dripping from her pussy. But I was hoping that she was still pretty wet... inside.
"C'mon, Lover."
She took my hand and guided me up from the "amazing" chair and led me over to the bed, which was still kind of messed up from... from what we did before lunch. She sat down on the bed, then stretched out, then still holding my hand she guided me onto the bed with her, my hard-on still leading the way.
"I know you haven't cum yet, Sweetheart, but I have an idea of how we can fix that." Then she smiled that
"I know something you don't know"
smile. "In fact, I think you're going to like my idea a lot.
"You remember that little thing I did this morning, when you were ready to cum but were too... excited... to let go? And remember that thing I did...?"
Yeah, I remembered - when she smeared the pats of butter on my bum - into my
asshole
- and worked them around 'til I came. Yeah, I remembered. But why did she bring that up now?
"Yeah, you mean with the butter and stuff? Yeah, I remember. But..."
"Well, you know, Jason - you know how that butter... how it felt when I spread it around - and in you, and how good it felt, and how it helped you relax...?" She turned all the way toward me and looked right in my eyes. "Well, sometimes something like that helps
me
to... relax... too."
Was she telling me that she wanted me to smear butter on her and that it would help her...
relax
? Why would she need to "relax?" She couldn't have been all tense down there like I'd been earlier, when I couldn't cum?
"What
we're
going to do, Jason... I'm going to need a little 'relaxing' before we... before
both of us
can really enjoy it."
I still couldn't figure out what the heck Gr...
Lani
was getting at.
"I don't understand - why do you need to
relax
? Aren't you already... relaxed? I mean, isn't your..." and I kinda stumbled because I didn't know how to say what I was thinking without sounding crude, "Isn't your... pussy... already... relaxed from... from what we just did...?"
When I finished, Lani smiled, like she was amused at what I just said, but also because she understood why I was confused.
Still smiling, she said, "You know, Jason, there's another place down there where a cock can fit very nicely?"
Ohhh
- did she mean...?
"You mean...?"
She smiled again.
"So... do you think it's time for you to get your fingers a little buttery...?"
She reached over to the bedside table and picked up a couple of the little butter packets she'd taken when we were coming back from lunch. She peeled off the tops and held them out to me.
I reached out to take them from her and then stopped for a second. But then I guess I knew I needed to cross the bridge. I put my first two fingers together and dug them into the first packet...
... and remembered something from the morning, something Lani said.
"This morning, when you were... when you were using your finger to...," and once again I wasn't sure how to say it "politely," "when you were rubbing the butter into...," and stumbled again. "Into my... butt...," there, I finally got it out, "when you were doing that you said something about my father..."
Lani smiled, but she didn't say anything. She was going to wait and make me say it.
"You said something like how my father 'isn't the only man in the family who likes that' - liked having butter rubbed up his... butt."
She still wasn't going to say anything, like she was going to make me drag it out of her.
"And when I asked you said you'd explain later." She just kept smiling, that
"I know something you don't know"
smile of hers.
"Well...!"
She finally gave in.
"I guess you'll find out anyway..."
Find out
what?
"When Terri - your mom - decided that she was serious about your dad - he wasn't your dad then, of course - they were still in college and they'd been dating for just a little while. Anyhow, when it was obvious that your mom and dad were getting serious, your Grandpa Bill - your mom's father - and I had to make sure that if they got married, that your dad was... that he was willing to be a part of our... family relationships.
"You see, your Grandpa Bill was itching to get into your mom from the time her tits started showing, and by the time she was 18 we decided she was ready..."
We
decided??
"Anyway, when it looked like they were serious we made it clear..." Again,
we?
"We made it clear that if she was going to have a fiance' he was going to have to be someone who would be able accept the... accept her relations with her dad. In fact, we talked it over and decided that anyone she married was going to have to be willing to participate in
all
our family activities. Terri and her father were going to continue enjoying each other, and any guy that Terri settled on had better be ready to show her mom some love, too - literally. When we made this clear to Terri she said, simply, 'Don't worry, Mom - I don't think that'll be a problem with Jeff.'
"Turns out, it was as easy as pie. Your dad came home with Terri for spring break and we were all out by the pool and your Grandpa Bill started things off by asking your mom to do him a favor and spread some sunscreen on him, and your mom got up and went over to the lounge where her dad was and kneeled over him and started spreading the Hawaiian Tropic on his back and then moved down and started doing his legs and thighs.
"Then Bill said, 'Mind doin' my front, too, Baby?' and rolled over on his back. Bill usually had a nice package in front, and it got even nicer when your mom started working on his thighs. I'd been talking with Jeff, and when Bill turned over I made a point of looking over to where your mom was applying the sunscreen to your grandpa's legs,
very thoroughly
. And I made sure your dad noticed, too.
"So I said to your dad, 'That looks like a good idea, Jeff. Would you mind putting some lotion on me?" and I knew that there was no way he was going to refuse. For one thing, it would have been 'ungentlemanly' for him to refuse, seeing that his girlfriend was oiling up her dad real good and that her dad was obviously enjoying it real good.
"The other thing was, I knew from things your mom had told me that tour dad thought I was 'a hot piece of ass' so I didn't even consider the possibility that he'd pass up the chance to run his slippery hands over his girlfriend's 'hot piece of ass' mother.
"Your mom tossed him the bottle of sunscreen and he got on the lounge where I was laying. I turned on my stomach for him to start, but after a minute or two I asked him to undo my bikini top so I wouldn't have tan lines. Ten seconds later I rolled over onto my back, and then there was no way he could miss the invitation to rub his creamy hands all over his girlfriend's mom's naked tits.
"So like you'd guess, we - the four of us - spent all of that spring break fucking and sucking and anything else we could think of..."
But then she added something that really knocked me for a loop.
"That's when your mom learned that she liked having two men at the same time."
She paused her story and looked up at me and touched her buttered finger to the tip of my nose.
"And
that's
how I know that your father likes having his asshole lubed with butter.
"And speaking of butter..." She looked toward my hand.
I'd completely forgotten that I had a blob of butter on my fingers. I also realized I had no idea what to do.
Lani saw my problem and smiled. She rolled over, and then she crouched down on the bed with her front pressed against the bed sheet and her cute butt sticking up in the air, and there was no mistaking what I was supposed to do. I got up on my knees beside her and started to move my right hand - the one with the fingers with the butter - toward that cute upraised ass...
And I stopped. It was like I was chickening out. It was obvious what I was supposed to do, but in my head I'm saying, "You're going to put butter on your grandmother's asshole!" And I thought, "Yeah, I know that she did the same thing to me this morning, and yeah, it felt good and I liked it - really liked it! And yeah, I know that she
wants
me to do it - practically
told
me to do it! But