"Hi honey, I won't be coming home very early tonight. You and Lyza will have to do for yourselves," I said into the phone.
She was hurt; we had planned a family dinner for tonight.
"OK, honey, she sadly answered, "do you know when?"
"I'll be home around 11 or midnight."
Sometimes there are just too many projects going all at the same time and when someone drops the end he or she has power over, I have to take over. And when that same someone just quits in the middle of a project, turning it over to another person is sometimes out of the question. Well, that's the situation I now found myself in. That's the reason I had to work late, first to finish my own daily tasks and then to wrap up and fix the problems caused by my marketing manager quitting. I knew I'd be pressed to do this, but I would do as much as I could then call a temp agency in the morning. It was 4 in the afternoon and I could see at least 8 more hours ahead of me before I could quit tonight.
I got into the project, going over the figures, the proposals, the coding for the software. After an hour or two I realized it was all in order and I could turn it over to one of my trusted older men tomorrow. So I was done early and it was only 9 PM. I decided to head home and surprise Maria and Lyza.
I wrapped up the project, shifted the papers into order, saved the files on the hard drive, and turned out all the lights in the office. I locked the door after myself, and headed for my Miata.
The twenty-minute drive soothed my mind. I concentrated on the road and the traffic, knowing that when I got home I would eat, relax, and fall asleep in a nice warm bed with a beautiful woman wrapped around me.
I pulled up into the driveway, pushing the button on the garage door opener as I approached. I pulled in my spot, shut the door and turned off the engine. The other cars were in their spots as usual, so dinner would be waiting, I was sure. I got out of the car, walked to the kitchen door, opened it and walked into a dark kitchen. 'Mmmmmmmmm, no dinner waiting, but then I told Maria I wouldn't be home till around 11 or midnight.' I thought. 'So I am two hours early. Wonder where my ladies are?' I asked myself.
I walked toward the living room, which was also dark. I headed toward the upstairs, putting my foot on the first step when I heard a loud moan!
'What's going on?' I silently asked myself. Slowly and quietly I started up the stairs, careful to not make any noise. At the top of the stairs I could hear the moaning better. It came from Lyza's bedroom. I saw the door was open, so I slowed my steps, inching along, being as super-quiet as I could possibly be. When I got to the edge of the door, I stared in amazement! There tied to Lyza's bed, lay Maria, arms spread wide, hands and wrists immobilized by black nylons tied around her wrists and then to the posts of Lyza's headboard. Her feet were spread as wide as possible; her ankles were tied also with black pantyhose, with what looked like red bows somehow attached to the black fabric.
Lyza crouched on the bed, between her mother's legs, eating her mother's pussy!
My clothes melted from my body, my cock jumped out of my shorts, fully extended and extremely hard. Seems my ladies had been at it for a while as I could see dried pussy juice all over Maria's face, probably from eating out Lyza, and now I could see the wet pussy cum wrapped around Lyza's cheeks and on her nose.
As quietly as I could I crept into the room. Maria's eyes were closed and tightly crinkled up from her most powerful orgasm happening at that exact moment. She screamed in her Russian ecstasy, goading Lyza to eat and lick harder and deeper.