Ned Samuels was in the middle of servicing his girlfriend, Jessenia Ramos, while his other girlfriend, Marisol (Jessenia's younger sister) sat on his face, when the knock came at the door. Neither lady was going to get up while so damn close to cumming, so whoever it was would have to wait until they were good and ready, damn it! Ned loved that about his two ladies, of course. They insisted on getting their pleasure and they were hooked on getting it from him, thank God! Ned adored his girls and he wouldn't even think of dropping them in the least.
It was no accident that Ned spoiled both women, some would say atrociously, treasured them, and generally treated them like the greatest thing since tamales. They, in turn, called him and thought of him as "papi," and they went out of their way to pamper him, too. The only downside was that neither girl would do incest with the other, but that was an understandable squick, given the societal taboos that existed as much in Mexico as in the United States. They had tried it a few times when drunk, but the shame and guilt was too much to bear, so he had let that one go. The last thing that he wanted was to poison his love affair with his sweet Mexican lovers by asking for something that they couldn't handle.
Ned wanted to get his own pleasure, too, so he continued licking Marisol, even as Jessenia used her hips to milk him for her favorite reward: his cum. Both ladies really enjoyed the taste of his jizz, as well as the feeling of running down their thighs and legs. They loved it when he claimed them as his girls, and then claimed them all over again whenever the Viagra permitted. He wasn't a spring chicken, but he was able to keep up with both girls extremely well, thanks to the miracles of modern medicine.
God, he loved both of those senoritas! They made his early retirement (only possible because his cousin Matt and his sister Annette had received "loans" from him before the divorce, which they then repaid to him after the settlement) quite delightful indeed. Sure, he could have kept fucking everything that moved, and sometimes, the girls surprised him with a third woman that they didn't mind sharing with him and each other. They weren't a closed triad by any means and they didn't mind the taste of pussy, just the reality of incest. He just didn't do as much of such extracurricular activities as he used to anymore, nor did the sisters. He slowed down, but he didn't stop altogether.
The knocking became more insistent, of course, and at last the idea of getting caught sufficiently excited Jessenia that she came, just seconds before Marisol did the same. With that done, Marisol climbed off Ned's face and descended to her knees to lick his balls, accidentally tasting her sister's culo in the process. This time, though, instead of making a face or feeling as guilty as before (perhaps because it was unintentional), she just went back to sucking her lover's salty, sweaty sack. Ned lost all self-control, especially as he realized from Jessenia's sudden sigh what Marisol had slipped and done. He spilled his load inside Jessenia's twat and she rose to kiss her sister on the lips, tasting his sweat from Marisol's tongue.
"I guess...it's not a hard limit anymore," Ned smiled at both girls, who giggled and knelt to suck him clean together.
"Well, she does have a tasty ass! And...if we're both girls, then...we can't have babies together, deformed or otherwise, si, papi?" Marisol observed, looking up at him, hoping for understanding instead of judgment.
"Of course, my sweet Sun baby," Ned used one of his pet names for her, one that he derived from the "sol" in her name, which meant "sun."
"Yes, I think that we can...do more of that in the future, together. Should I answer the door now? If you'd like, I can do it in the nude," Jessenia ran her fingers through what remained of her middle-aged lover's hair...she loved every part of him, even his bald spot.
"Do it...anyone who has any business with me should be aware that you're basically my wives. I mean, for all intents and purposes...we live together. You two share my bed. If they're not prepared to deal with the reality of my love life, that's their problem and they're probably not someone who has any business with me, right?" Ned chuckled at a vision in his head of his idiot parents or equally stupid brother showing up...he had no use for his family outside his sister Annette and his cousin Matt.
With that, Jessenia let the bedsheet slip to the ground and opened the door at last, to a very real and audible gasp from Chloe's mother, Nadine. What the fuck was Ned's former mother-in-law doing in Acapulco, anyway? She wasn't made of money, earned or inherited, which was a large part of why Chloe had always hungered for the better life. Someone had to have funded this trip for Nadine Rivers, and one could only guess who that might be!
A former stripper who had blown through her savings years before and started her own club with capital from an unknown source, Nadine was still quite sexy in a mature way, but the cigarette breath and raspy voice could be turn-offs at times. Whatever the case, if she was down in Mexico, it was on some kind of mission from her daughter, no doubt of that. Chloe had to have put her up to it, and that in Ned's mind solved the mystery of who had paid for her vacation. It had to be her now very rich daughter.
"Nadine...," Ned coughed, more than a little stunned.
"Well, well, I told Chloe that this would happen, and she never did listen to me, not until recently. Christ, my daughter is as smart as a whip, but sometimes, you'd never know it to watch her in action! She might be built like a brick house, but she acts as dumb as a ton of bricks, too. I told her that you were a wolf in sheep's clothing, but she just didn't get it. I did it. I can read a man very well. I have to...in both my past and present professions. Surely you knew that I didn't just strip for a living, right?" Nadine's eyebrows raised as she took in the scene of not one, but two naked senoritas in Ned's Acapulco home.
