I had butterflies in my stomach as the time drew closer. When the airport shuttle finally pulled up to the curb, I drew in a huge breath and felt a sense of dread. So many questions ran through my mind, and I worried about facing Melissa after the wonderful insanity of the past two weeks. So much depended on us getting along...

The airport shuttle was a full-sized van, and the driver came around to open the side door for her. Melissa stepped out backwards, and I sucked in a breath as I was reminded just how perfect her backside was. I ambled over to help get her luggage, and she turned to face me. Then her gaze landed on me and she gave me that dazzling smile that shook the universe.

How had I forgotten? It was like forgetting the beauty of the sun following a long night.

Melissa squealed happily and came bounding over to hug me, and I suddenly remembered who I was. I am Greg, the lucky guy who grew up next door to the woman of his dreams. Then she was in my arms, and I was reminded that my arms were made to hold this woman.

Till death parts us.

Of course, it wasn't that simple. If it had been, I would have just thrown that last bit onto the end of Chapter 3 and that would have been the end of the story. "Greg and Melissa fall madly in love and live happily ever after, just like I always dreamed. The End." We still had a convoluted road to navigate before we would reach that point.

No sooner had I released Melissa from that marvelous hug and picked up her suitcase than I was reminded just how complicated my life had become. Our moms were both standing in front of Melissa's house, beaming at us.

* * *

I had spent the previous night in bed with Melissa's mother, Catherine. It was tough to look at her smiling face now without picturing the way she had looked last night, kissing me desperately as she quaked through another intense orgasm with my hard dick buried in her ass. The three of us had shared a breakfast that was marred only by our shared nervousness. Before we cooked breakfast, though, it had been my mother's turn to enjoy a sexy shower with me.

After we had eaten and cleaned the dishes, we sat and talked and sipped coffee. We still had hours before that airport shuttle would arrive. Mom and Catherine were both adamant that we could not have sex again. Not that morning, anyway.

"Greg, we've talked this over quite a bit," Mom said with a sad little smile on her face. "If it comes down to a choice, Catherine and I would much rather see you and Melissa happy together than continue what we have enjoyed the past two weeks."

Catherine nodded in agreement, but there was that same sad longing in her expression. I understood their thinking, but it would have been nice for the three of us to have sex again. You know, just to take the edge off of our nervousness. I also had to wonder, When did they have time for that conversation? I had been with one or the other of them almost constantly the past week.

Instead, we had sexual tension on top of our mounting nervousness. We had already discussed Melissa and what would happen when she returned from her father's house. We had agreed that we would keep our relationship secret unless all three of us later decided we needed to share that information with Melissa. Since we had discussed it at length earlier in the week, it wasn't even something for us to talk about while we waited. We struggled to find anything we could talk about, so in the end we went back over to Catherine's house and spent the time cleaning and vacuuming one more time.

The place was already immaculate, but it was something to do.

The three of us were impossibly tense by the time that airport shuttle arrived. I could actually see my mother and her best friend trembling with anxiety. It did not help my own nervousness one bit.

Then Melissa was there, and in my arms, and even more beautiful than I could remember.

* * *

Just as hugging Melissa two weeks earlier—when I got home from college for the first time—felt like it changed everything, that hug welcoming her home changed everything again. Our mothers had been so nervous that I feared one of them might faint. After they watched us hug and turn to face them, they were all smiles. Catherine gave her daughter a huge hug, and then my mother hugged her just as fiercely.

After that, Catherine was excited to show Melissa what we had done with the place in her absence. She grabbed Melissa's hand and led her inside, and her voice was bubbly with exuberance.

"Oh, you will not believe how much we got done while you were gone!" she exclaimed happily.

Melissa turned her head sharply. "We?" she asked.

Catherine nodded. "Yes, baby, 'we.' I never would have gotten any of this done without Greg's help. He was here almost every day while you were gone, working his butt off."

Melissa turned her head enough to arch an eyebrow at me, and I blushed slightly and nodded. Then she stepped into the house and stopped three steps inside the front door.

"Wow," she murmured softly.

The fumes had dissipated, but you could still smell fresh paint as soon as you walked into the house. There was also that unmistakable smell of freshly-installed carpet. The new crown molding we'd installed the previous week really made a difference in the appearance of the living room and dining room, and you could see those from the front door. We had also rearranged the furniture after the new carpet was installed and everything gleamed after all the cleaning we had done.

It looked like a brand-new house, and the way everything was "staged" was a realtor's wet dream.

"You three did all of this?" Melissa asked. Her voice was nearly a whisper.

"Well, I helped clean a little bit," Mom replied. She stood next to Melissa and reached over with her left hand to lightly rub Melissa's back. "All the real work, though, that was Greg and your mom."

"We didn't do the carpet," I said, finally breaking my silence, "but we did everything else. Your mom knew exactly what she wanted done, and I was happy to help."

Catherine watched Melissa's face the entire time, and there was genuine pleasure in her smile.

"Wait until you see your room," Catherine said. There was excitement in her voice.

"My room?" Melissa asked, sounding a little nervous.

Catherine nodded and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her along to that bedroom door. She pushed the door open with a flourish.

"Ta-dah!" she sang.

"Wow," Melissa whispered. She slowly stepped into her bedroom and looked around again and again.

It was the first I really noticed how much loving detail her mother had put into that bedroom after we had brought the furniture back in and set everything up. I had merely helped with the crown molding, baseboards, and painting. Of course, I had also helped remove the furniture while the carpet was installed and then helped Catherine move the furniture back in and arranged it the way she wanted.

Melissa turned to face us, and there were tears in her eyes. She swallowed heavily.

"You did all this for me?" she asked.

Catherine wrapped her arm around me and gave me an affectionate squeeze.

"Yes we did," she replied.

Melissa looked at her mother's face and then mine. She was looking right into my eyes when she whispered, "I love you so much."

Then she seemed embarrassed to realize she'd said it out loud. That moment passed quickly as her mother stepped forward and hugged her again.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I'm just so happy we could do this for you." She sighed happily once again as she gave Melissa another firm squeeze, and then she stepped back and smiled. "Well, let me get out of your way and fix some lunch while you get settled in."

Catherine and my mother turned and headed out to the kitchen, chatting happily. I was left standing just inside Melissa's bedroom, still holding her heavy suitcase. I gave her a smile.

"Where do you want this?" I asked, hefting the suitcase so she could see what I meant.

"Um, here's fine," she replied, indicating a spot between her bed and the closet.

After I set down the suitcase, I looked at her and smiled again.

"Welcome home, Melissa," I said softly.

"Thanks," she replied. Then she swallowed and shook her head softly. "You were really here, in my house—in my bedroom—every day? And I wasn't here."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just nodded. Then I had a thought and my eyes shot open.

"I didn't go through your things, or anything like that," I assured her.

She favored me with a beautiful laugh and then stepped forward to reach up and put her arms around my neck.

"You're so funny," she murmured, shaking her head and smiling up at me. "No, Greg, it's just...I can't tell you how long I dreamed about having you alone in my bedroom."

"Really?" I squeaked. Then I was embarrassed about the way my voice had come out and cleared my throat. "Um, ahem, sorry. Really? You dreamed about...?"

"About this," she replied, pulling my head down so she could kiss me.

I had dreamed about kissing Melissa in her bedroom for as long as I could remember. After all the marvelous kisses I had enjoyed since I left for college, I was actually surprised that this kiss managed to outshine them all. Unlike the frantic kiss we had shared before she left two weeks earlier, this one was slow, sensual, and filled with the promise we'd spent our whole lives working up to. Our tongues gently played as we hugged in the middle of her bedroom, really getting to know each other.

We sighed and moaned softly all through that kiss. There was no desperation, no hurry. I would probably still be kissing her if she hadn't broken it off. I followed her gaze to the doorway, where our mothers were standing and smiling at us.

"Sorry, Mom," Melissa murmured.

"Don't be. That was beautiful," Catherine replied. My mother nodded in agreement, with a huge smile on her face. Catherine continued, "We just came to get you before your lunch gets cold."

It felt like the most natural thing in the world when Melissa and I held hands and followed them out to the dining room.

* * *

"So, how's your father?" Catherine asked. We could tell by her tone that she was only asking to be polite.

Melissa's parents had gotten divorced twelve years earlier. I could still recall how heartbroken she had been. At that age I had not been so self-conscious. I had given her a hug when she cried on their front lawn, and had quietly assured her that everything would be alright. Then I recall being completely lost as I held her and she cried against my shoulder. Nothing I could think to say was good enough in that moment, so I just held her awkwardly until she stopped crying and thanked me.

I was reminded of all of that when Melissa smiled sadly and reached over to squeeze my hand again.

"They're doing fine," she replied. "Toby's about to start fifth grade, and the twins are 'growing like weeds.' That's how Dad put it." Then she turned and there was a merry glitter in her eye. "Of course, Dad's a little nervous, now that Karen is someone else's secretary."

That earned an amused snort from Catherine and my mother covered her mouth as she chuckled around a bite of chicken. Karen had been Melissa's dad's secretary when they had their affair. She'd gotten pregnant, which was what prompted the divorce.

"Oh, boy," Catherine chuckled. "Not to wish him ill, but that would be too funny..."

Catherine, Mom and I all relaxed as we enjoyed our lunch with Melissa, but she seemed to become more tense as we ate. All three of us couldn't help but notice.

"What's the matter, Melissa?" her mother finally asked.

Melissa bit her lip and shook her head softly. Then she glanced at me briefly before leaning toward her mother.

"I can't say," she murmured. She took another bite and chewed it carefully before swallowing.

We were all watching her closely, which didn't make anyone comfortable. Finally Melissa cleared her throat.

"Well, what have you got planned this weekend?" she asked. Like her mother's question earlier, it sounded like she was trying to be polite.

"Oh!" Catherine said. She nodded her head and smiled, and her shoulders visibly relaxed. There was a gleam in her eye when she said, "I'm going to stay with some friends this weekend. I felt bad about leaving you all alone, but Greg promised he would stay and keep you company."

Melissa's eyes got huge. "Really?" she asked.

We all smiled and nodded as she looked around the table at us. Mine was the only nervous smile.

Melissa took one look at me and lit up with another one of those devastating smiles. She reached over and squeezed my hand, and then shook her head.

"I was afraid you were going to leave," she said. Her voice was nearly a whisper, letting me know—letting us all know—what had really been bothering her.

That simple statement was all the explanation we needed. Mom and Catherine tried not to be too obvious as they hurried to finish their lunches and get out of our way. Mom cleared Catherine's dishes as well as her own from the table, while Catherine hustled up the stairs to grab a few last-minute things to take with her. I had already helped her take a substantial suitcase over to our guest room the evening before the carpet installers had arrived.

Catherine and my mother had cooked up this plan, and I was nervous about it. It seemed a little forward to me, assuming that Melissa would want an entire week alone with me. Mom and Catherine had laughed at my silliness.

"It will be so romantic," they assured me.

Before they were finished, Melissa politely excused herself and retreated to her bathroom. Catherine came down the stairs with a small duffel bag in her right hand and a dress on a hanger slung over her left shoulder.

"Where's Melissa?" she asked.

"She went to the bathroom," I replied.

Mom and Catherine both nodded, and then both stepped forward to give me a sizzling kiss on the lips. "Have fun, and tell Melissa we said good-bye," Catherine said. I waved good-bye from the front door. I watched them walk over to our house and waited until they were safely inside before slowly closing the front door to Melissa's house. I gave a startled little jump when I heard Melissa's voice from behind me.

"Where did they go?" she asked.

"They just went next door," I replied. I sighed. "Your mother is staying in our guest bedroom. They just wanted us to have time alone."

Melissa's eyes once again got huge and I watched her swallow before she could speak.

"Like...like a honeymoon?" she asked quietly.

I nodded and gave her a soft smile.

"I thought it was a little presumptuous," I said. "I haven't even asked you to marry me yet."

She had to swallow heavily a few times before she could say anything, and then her voice was so soft I could barely hear her.

"That's not funny, Greg," she whispered. "You...you really shouldn't tease me like that."

I smiled and quickly closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her to me.

"Oh, Melissa," I breathed into her hair. "Do you know why I never asked you out? Why I never asked you to prom?"

"It's because you think I'm stupid," she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.

"What? No!" I spluttered, taking one step back and holding her shoulders in my hands. I shook my head and said, "You were always out of my league, Melissa. You have been beautiful and kind and funny as long as I can remember. It always made me feel unworthy, to be this little toad of a man in your presence."

The disbelief in her eyes was almost painful to me in that moment, when she looked at me and shook her head. I had been such a blind fool for so long. I could only imagine the life we could have shared if I hadn't been so damned self-deprecating and self-conscious.

I could have been her first.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head again.

"Melissa, I'll need you to be patient with me. I know you think I'm smart, but sometimes...it can take me a really long time to understand things that are obvious to everyone else. I love you, you know. I have always loved you, Melissa. My parents knew it, your mother knew it. It made them nuts that I never had the courage to ask you out."

"You—you love me?" she whispered.

"Oh, God, yes," I replied, nodding insistently. "I can't remember a time I ever didn't love you, Melissa. It just felt like I was doomed to live next door to the most perfect woman on earth, never to be worthy of her."

Melissa bit her lip, but couldn't hold back her chuckle.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, that's awfully dramatic, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I guess so," I replied, giving her a shy shake of my head. "That was always how it was in my head, though."

She sighed, and her smile and amused expression were so contagious I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"And here I thought you were so smart," she chided me. She held my hands and looked me up and down before adding, "Oh well. At least you've gotten prettier since you got all grown up."

"Thanks," I replied, laughing.

She continued to smile and look at me for several seconds, and then that smile faded and her eyes went wide.

"We've really got the whole house to ourselves for the entire weekend?" she asked.

I nodded.

Then I finally managed to draw the courage I had lacked my entire life.

"Melissa, will you—"

"Yes!" she cried.

Then we were holding each other and kissing each other in the middle of the living room. This kiss was full of hunger and desperation. We kept kissing as our feet started moving, carrying us toward her bedroom. Melissa gasped and broke off that kiss. She ran her hands over my chest and shook her head as she looked up at my face.

"I still can't believe you're here," she whispered.

"Me neither," I replied with a smile.

We kissed again and then started undressing for each other. It was weird how we were suddenly so self-conscious in that ultimate moment of revelation. Then we were naked in front of each other, and she could not hide her surprise when she saw my hard cock for the first time. I was equally surprised to notice that her breasts had gotten noticeably bigger since the last time I had seen them. She had also removed all of her pubic hair.

"Oh my goodness, Greg," she breathed, staring at my throbbing boner. "I had no idea..." She started to reach for it but then stopped and looked up at my face again. "May I touch it?"

"Of course," I replied. "I am all yours, Melissa."

Her nipples crinkled up into hard little pebbles when I said that. She reached out and moaned as her hand wrapped around the shaft of my dick. I wanted to suck her nipples, but that would have blocked her view and she was feasting her eyes on the hard cock filling her hand. Then, well, I couldn't help myself. I thought of what her mother had said two weeks earlier when Melissa slid to her knees and started sucking my dick.

Catherine had loved sucking my dick. It was clear from Melissa's blissful expression that she loved it just as much. I had to wonder in that moment how much else they had in common. My dick lurched in Melissa's mouth and she moaned as she got her first taste of my pre-cum. Just as Catherine had predicted, though, I had been thinking about her while her daughter sucked my dick for the first time.

After that moment I stopped thinking about Catherine and focused on the woman I had loved my entire life. I had always thought she was beautiful and sexy, but she seemed even more so in that moment. I know; typical guy thinking. Any woman is more beautiful when your dick is in her mouth. In Melissa's case, though, it seemed true. Her expression bordered on rapture when she filled her mouth with my hard cock, and that just magnified her natural beauty

Her eyes were huge when she looked up at me. She slowed the pace of her insistent sucking and slowly pulled her lips off of my wet, throbbing cock.
"I guess I should have asked first," she murmured.

I smiled and chuckled, and then pulled her to her feet. I kissed her lips and then shook my head.

"All yours," I reminded her.

"Oh," she replied, smiling happily.

Then I guided her back onto the bed and she gasped softly when I spread her legs.

"Is this for me?" I asked, lowering my mouth to her quivering pussy.

"Oh, yes," she growled, "All yours, Greg."

Then she gasped again as I finally got to savor the sweet, tangy nectar of my goddess. Oh, I could not get enough of that, ever! "Oh, Greg!" she cried out again and again as I feasted on her delicious little pussy. I loved everything about eating Melissa. I loved the way she tasted, the way she cried out and came for me, the way her pussy squeezed my fingers when I slid them inside her, and the fact that I knew exactly when she needed me to stop.

She was positively radiant when I lifted my face from her and got up onto my knees. I finally got to lower my lips to take in her hard nipples for the first time while she caught her breath. After five minutes of allowing me to worship her breasts with my lips and tongue, she pushed me off of her and guided me onto my back.

"My turn," she insisted as she wriggled over between my legs.

Our eyes were locked the entire time as she took me back into her mouth and gave me that first amazing blowjob. Clearly, it turned her on to see my reactions when she pleasured me that way. She had a wicked gleam in her eye when she relaxed her throat muscles and swallowed me slowly. I gulped when she took the whole thing and her eyes smiled up at me when she saw my astonished expression.

"I can't believe you did that," I whispered.

She pulled back just enough to blow out an amused breath through her nostrils and then she took me right back down her throat. I continued to watch in disbelief as she fucked her mouth with the entire rock-hard length of my dick. I had never seen anything like it. Far too soon it was more than I could take. I licked my lips and cleared my throat.

"Melissa, if you don't stop doing that I'm going to come in your mouth," I warned her.

She stopped driving my dick in and out of her throat just long enough to nod and then she went right back to it. I groaned when I felt my orgasm approaching, and she pulled back and applied firm suction around the head of my cock until it erupted between her lips. Then she just moaned happily and nursed every drop I had to offer her.

"Wow," I breathed after she had drained me. "That was incredible, Melissa. Thank you."

"Mmm, you're welcome," she moaned. She smiled up at me and then her eyes went back to the tip of my cock. She gave it a brief smooch and then looked back up at my face. "I'm glad your cum tastes so good, too," she added.

I couldn't help but laugh softly at that. "I'm glad you liked it," I murmured. Then I raised my voice slightly. "Now get up here."

"Okay," she giggled, sliding up my body.

She gasped when I grabbed her hips and pulled her up on top of me, then cooed when my mouth once again closed on her hard nipple. Then she let out another surprised gasp when I lifted her hips and lowered her onto my hard cock.

"Already?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I replied around that luscious mouthful of her breast.

"Oh, goodie!" she giggled. Then she let out a breath and groaned, "Oh, God. That feels enormous in my pussy!"

"Mmm," I murmured before releasing her breast. "I was just about to say, 'Damn, you feel tight.' I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No. It feels incredible."

Her eyes still held mine, and we didn't have to say anything else as I gradually filled her up. She didn't have to tell me to take it slowly, and she knew I wouldn't rush this and hurt her. I smiled and kissed her lips gently when she shuddered and came on my dick that first time.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured into her lips.

She stared into my eyes and shook her head after that first orgasm washed over her.

"Thou art god," she croaked.

I pushed the last inch of my cock into her and shook my head. "Thou art god," I corrected her, "And that's my line!"

"Oh, I believe it was Mike's line first," she giggled.

"Well, it's ours now," I murmured, guiding her hips up and down slowly.

"Mmm, yes," she agreed. "Yes it is."

It just felt so classy and erudite to tell her "Thou art god!" instead of groaning "I'm going to come inside you!" She heard it, felt it, and screamed, "Thou art god!" Her pussy squeezed down on me delightfully, and that shared orgasm was absolute perfection for both of us.

I slumped back flat onto the bed when my dick finished erupting, pulling her down onto my chest. I loved feeling her hot breath wash over my hard nipple as she gasped through the end of her orgasm. She kept doing it as she slowly caught her breath, and I shivered at the sensation. Melissa noticed and leaned over enough to flick her tongue over my sensitive little bud, making me groan.

"Ooh, and sensitive little nipples?" she asked.

"Apparently so," I replied. I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed.

"You are just a dream come true," she murmured into my chest, giving my nipple a little smooch. Then she looked up at me and bit her lip.

"What?" I asked.

She thought for a moment and then blurted, "Please tell me you enjoy anal!"

The way my dick lurched inside her and immediately started to harden put a dazzling smile on her lips. I still felt the need to nod eagerly. It was another moment when I felt like anything I said would be wrong. Fortunately, my body told her exactly what she wanted to hear.

* * *

We lay there in each others' arms and talked about Stranger for a bit. She had read it because of me, it turned out.

"I saw you carrying that book around, back when we were in junior high," she admitted, rubbing my chest. "I knew it was one of my mom's favorite books, and I asked her if I should read it." She chuckled against my collarbone. "Of course she said yes. What else was she going to say when her daughter who didn't read much asked if she should read her favorite book?"

I laughed softly and ran my hand over her back. Then she lifted her head so that she could look into my eyes again.

"I just wanted to be able to talk to you about that book," she said, shaking her head and smiling ruefully. "But it took me almost four months to get through it. There was so much I didn't understand at that age. It was embarrassing for my mother when I asked about some of it. It was her favorite book, but it didn't occur to her until I started asking some of those questions that it might not be the most appropriate reading material for a fourteen-year-old."

"That's so funny," I murmured into her hair.

She had rested her cheek on my chest again, and then she ran the tip of her index finger in a teasing circle around my nipple. It reminded me of what she had said earlier.

"So, Melissa," I murmured, "You mentioned sensitive nipples and enjoying anal sex. What else was on your 'checklist' that I should know about? Is there anything I need to change so I can be your perfect man?"

She looked up at me again and gave me an impish grin. "Let's see; loves to lick my pussy and does a great job of it? Check." Her hand reached down and gave the base of my shaft a squeeze, "Big, thick cock that fills me up? Check—and then some! Loves me and gets along with my mom?" She sighed and looked around her bedroom. "I still can't get over what you two did while I was gone."

Then she slid up my body just a bit so she could kiss me again. There was melancholy in her eyes and I had to ask.

"What's wrong, Melissa?"

"Oh, I just feel so stupid," she replied. "Mom told me I needed to visit my dad back in July, but I didn't listen to her. It makes me so mad at myself when I know you were here every day that I was gone. I should have been here with you. I want those two weeks back."

"I want the last five years back," I countered. "I was so busy putting you on a pedestal that I never actually thought about you as a real, live woman with needs and desires. I could have been the man in your life, instead of your geeky neighbor who could only worship you from afar."

"That always kind of turned me on," she murmured.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, I knew your bedroom window was right across from mine. I used to like to imagine that you were watching over me all the time. It made me feel safe, when we were younger. Then when we got older I wondered if you ever watched me. I used to leave my curtains and blinds open and left the light on whenever I came back to my bedroom after a shower."

She shivered when she felt my dick throbbing inside her. Then she smiled up at my face. "I used to get so wet, imagining you could see me." She chuckled softly, then added, "In a way, it feels like we should be doing this upstairs, in my old bedroom."

I chuckled and asked, "Should I sneak up and come through the window, then? That was always my fantasy."

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah, but I'm so lame you always asked what I was doing there when I showed up in your bedroom, even though it was my fantasy." I shook my head and laughed softly at myself.

Melissa watched my face long enough to realize I wasn't kidding, and then she kissed me again. I kissed her back a little more eagerly, and then she moaned into my mouth. I was hard once again inside her.

"Wow," she breathed. She planted her hands on my chest so she could lean back to look at my face. "I love the way you stretch my pussy like that," she groaned. Then she shook her head. "But I'm afraid I need a break. Otherwise I'll be too sore to take you again, and that will ruin our weekend."

She started to slide up off of me, when I blurted, "Week."

"What?" she gasped, looking hurt.

I realized how it might have sounded, and shook my head.

"We have the entire week, if we want it," I said carefully.

"Oh!" she replied, finally letting the head of my cock slide out of her. Then she stopped and looked down at me in surprise. "Really?"

I shrugged and nodded.

"I thought it sounded a little excessive," I confessed. "Melissa...you know I was worried you would be offended. This just felt so...pretentious to me. Plus I was worried you would be mad about our mothers conspiring to push the two of us together like this."

"Oh, no, not at all," she replied with another heart-stopping smile. She leaned down to kiss me slowly once more. "I love them for this." Then she chuckled. "But you're probably right about a week being excessive. You might just kill me with this huge cock of yours if you fuck me non-stop for a week."

In that moment I could not help but recall how her mother had accused me of wrecking poor Gloria, and how she had seemed eager to have me wreck her as well. I shook my head and smiled up at Melissa.

"I'll be careful," I promised.

"Good," she said, sliding out of the bed. "Because when I get back you're going to fuck me in the ass."

* * *

I understood that she wanted her privacy as she washed out her bottom and got it ready for me. I couldn't just lie there and wait for her, though. I was just too wound up thinking about it, and I knew I had to calm down or I would not last once I was inside her. So, I got up and walked around the bedroom, looking at some of the little items that adorned her dresser and hung on her walls. Then I stumbled into our discarded clothes and picked them up.

I folded them and set them on top of the end table next to the bed and then chewed the inside of my cheek as I thought about my clothes. I hadn't brought over a change of anything. If Melissa wanted to go out somewhere, I would have to go next door to change first. There was also an alarm clock on that end table, and I realized Melissa had only been home two hours. I really needed to pace myself if we were going to enjoy non-stop sex for more than another hour.

Then I turned and saw my goddess. She was still damp, wrapped in a bath towel and suffused with a noticeable flush. I'd managed to distract myself while she was gone, but now I swallowed heavily as I looked at her. My goddess was here—really here!—and (gulp!) wanted me to fuck her in her indescribably perfect ass!

I couldn't help it. I reached over with my left hand and pinched myself hard on my right forearm. Melissa laughed when she saw it. Then she stepped into the room and walked right up to me for another sizzling kiss.

"I know exactly how you feel," she murmured dreamily after that kiss. "The only reason I'm not pinching myself is that I want to keep enjoying this dream if it's not real."

She opened her towel and spread it on the bed before lying back on it and spreading her legs wide in invitation. I licked my lips and swallowed as my eyes wandered down to see the glistening little ring of her asshole. Then I looked at my massive boner and back up at her face.

"Did you bring any lube?" I asked softly. "I probably ought to lubricate my dick."

"Oh, right!" she muttered. "Sorry, I was so turned on I forgot. It's on the counter in the bathroom."

"Be right back!" I blurted, and I hustled to get the lube and return.

It still felt like I was in a horny dream when I slowly eased the head of my cock into her horny asshole. Only, I had never even dreamed about doing this with her. I looked from the thick shaft of my cock stretching her tight little hole wide open up to her face. Then I shook my head and let out a careful breath.

"I never dreamed you would let me do this to you," I murmured.

She shook all over and then panted three times. That scared me—I was certain I had hurt her. She reached out and grabbed my forearm to stop me from pulling out of her.

"No!" she gasped. "Don't stop. Just...hold still. Whew! I can't believe you made me come already!"

"Oh!" I uttered in surprise. "I—I can't believe it either."

She bit her lip and shook her head, sucking in air through her nose. Somehow, she made even that look sexy.

"Don't make me laugh," she finally muttered. "It could hurt both of us if you mess around and make me laugh right now."

I nodded.

"Got it," I replied. Then I pushed my hips forward slightly and that earned a lovely groan from her lips. "Let me know when you need me to stop," I murmured.

She nodded, but she never had to tell me to stop. I could feel it when she tightened around me, and could read her face when she looked uncomfortable. Then I got to enjoy watching her eyes and mouth shoot open when she was surprised by a second orgasm. Not long after that, she looked astonished when she felt me press my groin firmly against hers.

"It's all inside me?" she squeaked.

I nodded and licked my lips.

"Oh, God, it feels incredible!" she gasped.

"Yes it does," I agreed. Then I looked down and shook my head. "It looks incredible, too. I still can't believe it, even though I'm looking right at it."

"Oh, damn!" she cried, and I felt her shaking and her asshole squeezed me tightly.

I watched her pussy pucker up and quiver above where my dick was buried in her ass. My eyes traveled all over her sexy body as she shook through that orgasm. I licked my lips again and gave her a wicked smile.

"Should I apologize, Melissa?" I asked. My voice came out deeper than I expected, even though I was speaking quietly. "Was that naughty of me, looking at your tight little asshole while my hard dick was sliding into it? I guess I should have at least asked first, but you can feel how hard it made me to look at—"

"Oh, you dirty fucker!" she wailed, as she convulsed and came again.

I gave her a few slow, deliberate thrusts as she cried out and came. It was obvious her orgasm was intense. After it had passed and she could speak clearly again, her voice had real heat to it.

"Just you wait, Greg," she warned me. "I'm going to look forward to teasing you, now that you've started it."

"Teasing?" I asked, pushing my shaft all the way inside her. "I wasn't teasing, Melissa." My voice dropped to a growl once again. "I'm giving you every inch of my dick, sweetheart."

"OH! Yes you are," she panted.

"Now, if you want me to just tease you with the tip..." I teased, pulling my hips back.

"Don't you fucking dare! Give me that dick, now! Oh, hell yeah!"

I was surprised just how hard I was able to fuck Melissa in her ass that first time. I was watching her face carefully when I wasn't looking down at the delectable sight of my cock pounding in and out of her asshole. She was in ecstasy the entire time I fucked her ass, and I was really giving it to her hard and fast.

None of the women I had been with before had come as hard or as often as Melissa did from getting butt-fucked. But what really threw me for a loop was hearing the filthy talk that came out of her mouth. It finally became too much.

"Yes! YES! Fuck me like the dirty little ass-whore I am!" she screamed.

I stopped thrusting abruptly, leaving her gasping.

"Why did you stop?" she demanded.

"I can't..." I had to think before I could even put into words. "Don't get me wrong, Melissa. I love fucking you in your tight little ass." I shook my head. "But I won't put up with anybody calling the woman I love an 'ass-whore'—not even you. Got it?"

She gave me a wicked grin.

"But what if I want to be your ass-whore, Greg? What if I want you to use me as your personal cum dumpster, to have you fuck all my slutty holes with your huge dick and use me every time you want to get off?"

I shook my head.

"Don't," I warned her.

"What's the matter, Greg? Don't you want to use my slutty asshole to—wait! Where are you going?"

I stormed out of the bedroom, and was still shaking with rage when she approached me in the kitchen.

"It was just dirty talk, Greg," she murmured softly. "I thought you'd like it."

I turned at her and had to carefully control my voice so I didn't yell. "Who fucking treated you like that?" I demanded. "Was it Quentin? I swear to God, I'll track him down and—"

"No!" she cried, shaking her head in alarm. "No, Greg! I didn't—I never—nobody ever treated me like that. I just..." she blew out a long breath. "You don't understand. I just wanted to be yours, Greg. All yours. I wanted you to take me and not hold back one bit." Her voice dropped to a pathetic little whimper and she looked down at her feet. "I thought if I could talk to you like a dirty slut, maybe you would fuck me like one."

I looked at her and blew out my own huge breath.

"I don't know if I can do that, Melissa," I said softly. "But I'll try."

Her head snapped up and her eyes were huge. Before I could over-think it, I grabbed her and spun her around, pinning her up against the kitchen counter as I drove my dick into her perfect ass.

"Oh God!" she cried.

"Is this what you want?" I demanded as I pounded her slutty little ass.

"Yes!" she cried.

It was just fortunate I had been close before her filthy talk had turned me off. I didn't think I could talk to her the way she wanted. Instead I just growled into her ear.

"Here it comes, Melissa. I'm about to fill your asshole with a huge load of cum!"

"YES!" she screamed.

I shook my head and then shuddered as I unloaded in her ass. I just knew both of our mothers could have heard that last scream of hers.

* * *

Melissa's legs gave out right there in the kitchen. I carefully scooped her up and carried her into the downstairs bathroom, stepping into the bathtub before setting her down carefully and starting the hot water. After the way I had taken her in the kitchen, I had a tough time meeting her worshipful gaze.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

I managed to nod and look at her.

"It was too soon for that," I said. "Maybe after we had been together for a while, I could have gotten into role-playing something like that for you. Fuck. Melissa..." I had to shake my head again, and then I turned to feel the water temperature.
Melissa almost tackled me from behind, hugging me to her tightly and pressing her hard nipples into my back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Me too," I replied.

The water was warm enough, so I grabbed the shower nozzle and shifted the water from the faucet to the shower head. Melissa refused to release me.

"Greg, will you really marry me?" she whispered. "I'm not asking you to say 'yes' right now, you understand. I'm not asking you to marry me. What I'm asking is if you really want to settle for me and be my husband. I'm not as smart as the college girls you've dated, Greg. I don't want you to marry me and then be disappointed, and wind up cheating like my dad did."

I managed to shrug out of her grasp and turned to face her. I smiled at her and shook my head.

"You're smarter than you give yourself credit for," I murmured. "The first college girl I—" I abruptly re-thought that one. The last thing I wanted to do was make Melissa feel less special. I looked her over and whispered, "Thou art god."

She chuckled and lifted her arms so I could admire her perfection as I washed her.

"I have to admit, I love it when you look at me that way," she sighed. "It's just that sometimes a woman wants her man to take her and use her. I loved the gentle way you filled my ass, Greg, but then I knew you were holding back. I wanted you to really let me have it."

I nodded and put the shower nozzle back up in the bracket. Then I started soaping up her sexy body and thought what I should say.

"Melissa, I can barely believe I'm actually here with you right now," I said, looking from her soapy breasts up to her gorgeous face. "Honestly, it would not surprise me one bit if I woke up alone in my bed right now and this all turned out to be an incredible dream." I cracked a grin then, and she cocked her head when she saw it. "I have to admit, though, this would be the first time I ever dreamed I fucked you in the ass."

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Hell yes," I replied. Then I looked at her face and shook my head. "I just wish I could go back and not hear that. I don't want to think of you as an...'ass-whore.' It's just so demeaning."

"That's just it, Greg," she said, shaking her head. "If you marry me, I'll be your horny little ass-whore for the rest of your life." Her soapy little hand reached down to squeeze and then stroke my shaft.

I groaned as my dick hardened in her hand. Then I reached up for the shower nozzle and started rinsing us off. She kept right on stroking me.

"Okay, I get it," I said.

"Do you?" she asked.

I sighed and then she gasped as I spun her around and pushed insistently on her lower back. I eased the head of my cock into her wet asshole, and then drove the entire shaft up inside her in one long stroke. Her asshole locked down around the base of my shaft and I held her there with my left hand. I managed to turn my torso enough to reach down and turn off the water with my right.

By the time I turned back around, her rectal muscles had loosened enough, and I started fucking her. The sounds of our bodies slapping wetly against each other echoed through the bathroom, and probably could be heard throughout the house. I took three deliberate full-length strokes in and out of her, and then slammed my dick into her as hard as I could four times in rapid succession.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out.

I held still, balls-deep inside her, and savored the feel of her tight ass around me. Then I took a careful breath so my tone was conversational as I resumed fucking her.

"So, what you're telling me, Melissa, is that this perfect ass is mine to take whenever I want, and as hard as I want to. Is that correct?"

"Yes!" she gasped.

"Do you understand that it turns me off and upsets me when you use those derogatory words to describe yourself?" I asked.

"Yes!" she cried.

I gave her three quick, hard thrusts and then stopped.

"Good," I said. "Now, I'm not teasing. We just need to dry off and continue this in the bedroom. I don't want to risk slipping and injuring ourselves on the first afternoon of our honeymoon."

I was pleased that she giggled rather than being upset.

* * *

Melissa enjoyed everything we did together, sexually, but her favorite was when she was flat on her belly and I bit her neck while pounding her asshole as hard as I could. That was pretty fucking intense for me as well. It felt like I truly owned her when I took her like that.

That afternoon I simply couldn't come inside her again. Every time I would get close, she screamed and came so hard that I had to stop thrusting. Her ass held me tightly until she was finished, and then it felt like I was starting over. I had already enjoyed three magnificent orgasms, so it didn't bother me in the least.

Eventually I had to stop. I could tell it was starting to hurt her, and she would not protest. She even seemed reluctant to let me stop, despite her obvious soreness.

"We should really take a break," I murmured into her ear.

"But—but you haven't come inside me yet," she protested weakly.

"Oh, I will," I assured her. "There will be plenty of time for that later."

I rolled off of her back after I had carefully extracted my dick. A glance down there showed me how red and puffy her tender asshole was. I slid next to her on the bed and lay on my back. Holding out my right arm, I murmured, "Come here. Let me hold you."

"Mmm, okay," she replied.

We both sighed happily as she snuggled into my side and lay her head on my shoulder.

After a minute, she asked, "Do you have a girlfriend at college?"

"No," I replied. Then I sighed. "Well, sort of. I have a couple of 'friends with benefits' that I've been seeing. They have steady boyfriends back in their hometowns, so we haven't been dating. I have gone on dates with other girls, but it turned out most of them also have steady boyfriends back home."

"Do you love any of them?" she asked.

I looked at her face, at the vulnerability in her expression, and gave her a smile and a soft kiss.

"I think I love them, but my heart has always belonged to you," I said. "They could tell, I think. It was like they could enjoy being with me, and having sex with me, but there was never the chance of us getting serious. Not until I could see you again and figure out if you could ever be mine."

"I...I didn't think this would ever happen," Melissa whispered. She took my hand and squeezed it, looking at our intertwined fingers with wonder in her eyes. "Whenever I was with the other guys I dated, I felt a little sad. It was like I was settling for someone I deserved, since I didn't deserve you."

"Even Quentin?" I asked in surprise.

She bit her lip. "Oh, God. The first time Quentin was inside me, I called out your name."

"Oh, shit!" I gasped. "Was he mad?"

She shook her head. "No, he understood."

I gobbled air, unable to think what to say.

"So, when you go back to college, will you keep seeing those girls?" Melissa asked.

"Nope," I replied easily. I gave her hand a squeeze. "I'm all yours now."

"Don't be silly," she chuckled.

"I'm not being silly," I retorted. "I'm yours and I won't cheat on you."

"Greg, you're all mine this week," she said softly. "I am just happy to have this week. But it isn't like we will see each other regularly once we start college. Oh, I will look forward to seeing you every holiday. Maybe we'll have some weekends off in there when we can see each other. But I refuse to let you settle for me." She swallowed heavily and looked right into my eyes. "You should be dating all the nice, smart girls you can. If you still want me after that, I will be happy to have you. I just refuse to hold you back."

I shook my head, staring at her in horror.

"How can you say that?" I whispered.

"Those girls are hot, aren't they?" she asked.

"Well, yeah, but—"

"If you see them again, they're going to want some more of this, won't they?" she growled, reaching down to give my cock a squeeze.

I swallowed hard. "Probably," I admitted.

"It's not cheating if you have permission," she said, slowly stroking my shaft. "If you have all these horny, attractive college girls throwing themselves at you, it would be silly to hold back. Especially the girls you've already been with—the ones who have boyfriends. I don't want you to feel like you have cheated, and then feel the need to break up with me. That would ruin everything for us. I love you, Greg. I want you to enjoy college, enjoy fucking those horny women, and then I want my turn to enjoy you when you get back."

"But—that's—" I spluttered. I tried to work through what she had said, to find the flaw. The problem was that I knew I was being foolish.

I hadn't been able to resist Candice when she came over for a fuck-and-suck session, and I didn't even like Candice. If—make that when—Teresa and Jessica and Vicky wanted me, there was no chance I could refuse them for long. Melissa was right. I would feel guilty about it, and I would feel the need to break up with her. Except...

"Are you my girlfriend now?" I asked quietly. "Not just for the next week—when I go back to school, can I tell people I have the most amazing woman in the world waiting here for me?"

"Nope," she replied with a grin. "For this week, I'm your wife. I'm your eager..." she grinned, letting me know she was holding back, "horny wife who wants to have sex with you every chance we get. BUT when you go back to school, you can't tell anyone about me. If you do, there will be gossipy women who will tell on you when they think you're 'cheating' on me. And if you say something like that to the girls you're already seeing, that won't make them feel very good about themselves."

I stared at her for a long moment and finally shook my head.

"See, you're way the hell smarter than you think," I said.

"Thanks," she chuckled. "Now go wash off your dick. I want to suck you and that anal lube tastes nasty."

I sighed, as if I was being put upon.

"We should just take a quick shower," I countered. Then I leaned down to growl into her ear, "I want to wash out your asshole thoroughly before I eat it for you."

Her eyes went wide. "You'd do that for me?" she whispered.

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

I was actually able to turn her around in such a way that I could eat her tangy little asshole while she sucked my dick. I thought it would be the best of both worlds, but Melissa corrected me once again. It was much more enjoyable when we took turns. She could focus entirely on the pleasure of getting her ass eaten, crying out again and again as she came with my tongue buried in her perfect derriere. Then it was my turn to enjoy a spectacular blowjob and to enjoy watching her as she made love to me with her mouth.

* * *

It was surprisingly enjoyable when we cooked dinner together that night. There was still some lingering sexual tension, since we knew we would be fucking again after we had eaten. But that only made it more fun as we flirted and shared the kitchen. It was also a chance for us to show off for each other. We were both pretty fair cooks at that point.

After dinner we shared a big slice of cake that her mother had left for us, along with a couple scoops of ice cream. I loved having her sit in my lap while I fed her bites of dessert, and she enjoyed feeding me as well. We managed not to make a mess.

"We should go for a walk after this," she suggested.

"Okay," I agreed.

We had to straighten our hair a bit before we got dressed. It was obvious at a glance we'd been rolling around in bed before that. When we were presentable, we held hands and walked around the block twice. My dad waved at us when we returned that second time, but he hurried into the house before we could be tempted to go over to talk with him.

That made us both laugh, and we appreciated the gesture. Minutes later we were back in Melissa's bed, urgently fucking our way to another spectacular shared orgasm.

"I love you, my sexy wife," I panted as I came inside her. "I can't wait to put a baby inside you."

"Oh, you dirty fucker!" she cried. She gripped me tightly and came like crazy. Afterwards she panted, "I almost wish I wasn't on the pill. I would love to have your babies."

My dick lurched inside her. I chuckled softly and kissed her on the lips once more.

"How soon can we start?" I asked.

"Not until after college," she insisted. "We need to have jobs, or one of us has to have a really good job, before we start having babies."

I thought about suggesting otherwise, but then I recalled how excited she had been to get accepted to college. She had worked far harder at it than I had. I would not dare take that from her.

We lay awake holding each other and talking for another half hour, and then fell asleep with her still snuggled up beside me with her head on my shoulder. I didn't want to fall asleep. There was still that part of my mind that was certain I would wake up alone.

* * *

So, when I woke up alone, I freaked out. My right arm was no longer full of Melissa's warm body, and I reached out desperately and felt for her.

"Oh, no," I groaned. Even though on some level I had expected it, I was still crushed to realize it had all been a dream.

Then I looked around and realized I was still in her bed, in her room. She had obviously gotten up before I did. My heart rate slowly returned to normal and I blew out a relieved breath. Then I smelled bacon and heard it sizzling. I got up and followed my nose to the kitchen.

"Wow!" I gasped, as soon as she came into view.

Melissa was still naked, only wearing an apron to protect her front from bacon grease as she cooked that wonderful-smelling breakfast. Her perfect bottom was pointed back toward me, which always got my attention, but the sinuous curve of her back leading up to her neck was breathtaking. She turned and gave me a soft smile before she pouted.

"Oh, you're awake," she said, sounding disappointed. "I was planning to bring you breakfast in bed."

I had to immediately squelch the thought of my mother's definition of "breakfast in bed." That was easy to do while I feasted my eyes on Melissa's incredible body in that apron. I walked up and leaned in to kiss her briefly on the lips. After that wonderful kiss, I managed to keep to myself my reaction from earlier when I woke up alone.

"I thought I was going to get to enjoy you in bed this morning," I murmured, reaching my left hand over to lightly scratch her back.

"Oh, you will," she growled sexily. "I just want to be a responsible wife and make sure you eat properly."

"I love you so much," I murmured, still scratching her back.

She gave me a smile that melted me with its pure brilliance. I had to remind myself to breathe.

"Wow," I muttered. Then I shook my head. "Is there anything I can do to help, or should I just get out of your way?"

"Um, let me see," she replied.

She stirred the scrambled eggs on the one side of the skillet, and then bent to look into the front of the oven. It was all I could do to contain myself—I wanted to molest her as soon as she bent over in front of me like that.

"The croissants are done, I think," she said. "You can pull those out and butter them while I finish the bacon and eggs."

"Yes ma'am!" I said.

She shivered when I reached down and gave her bottom a squeeze. Then I had to groan when I smelled the fresh-baked croissants. Damn, they smelled delicious! I had to swallow hard, twice, because I was salivating so much at the wonderful smells. Minutes later we were sitting together naked at the table, enjoying our breakfast. I took a bite of the bacon and eggs and moaned happily, looking over at my sexy "wife."

"Do you think we should get dressed?" I asked.

"Nope," she replied, reaching over to give my dick a light squeeze. "I'm enjoying the show almost as much as the food."

I reached over with my left hand and ran it slowly down the front of her body before sliding my fingers down between her thighs. Melissa smiled and spread her legs enough to let me play with her pussy. She gently stroked my dick while she ate, and enjoyed my teasing fingers while I fed myself entirely with my right hand.

I was completely hard in her hand by the time we finished our food, and her pussy was drenched. Melissa pushed my chair back from the table so she could mount me right there. We kissed urgently and she bounced up and down on top of me. I filled my hands with her sexy ass cheeks and helped guide her up and down on my hard dick. She took me to the root inside her and shuddered through an amazing-looking climax in my lap.

Then we kissed a few more times and cleared the table. She did her best to rinse the dishes as I took her from behind right there at the sink. We both groaned when I pulled my hard dick out of her, and then we quickly loaded those dishes into the dishwasher so we could hurry back to bed.

* * *

The entire day was like that. It was beautiful, perfect, and impossibly arousing to be with Melissa. The world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of us alone in our idyllic little universe. Every time we shared a kiss, a joke, a touch or an orgasm, we just felt closer. I was on top of the world every time she told me she loved me, and I loved the look she gave me when I told her how much I loved her.

Everything about that day was beyond my wildest dreams. Late that evening, Melissa was in my arms, still shivering as I came inside her. She looked at my face and once more shook her head in rapt disbelief.

"I love our parents so much," she gushed, "Especially our moms. This 'honeymoon' idea of theirs was brilliant."

My dick lurched inside her, unleashing one last big spurt inside her and making us both shudder.

"I agree," I managed in a shaky voice.

She kissed me softly and then looked at me with a slightly concerned expression.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly.

I nodded.

"Yes, but we should probably have some dinner. That's like the ninth time I've come inside you today, and my body is running out of protein."

She laughed beautifully, but that caused her pussy to clench down on my spent shaft and force it out of her. I grimaced when I felt all that slimy cum drooling out to coat my groin.

"Let me take care of that," she purred, sliding down between my legs and lapping at me like a hungry feline.

When she had all the cream she could find, we took another shower together. Our eyes went wide when we heard the doorbell. I wrapped a towel around my waist and pulled on a bathrobe as I hustled out to see who it was.

"It's our moms!" I called out, letting Melissa know before I opened the door. "We were just taking a shower," I explained softly, but they just smiled.

They both had potholders on their hands, and held casserole dishes. They brushed past me and set those dishes on the kitchen counter.

"We won't be long," Catherine assured me. "We just thought you two might like a nice dinner that you didn't have to cook for yourselves."

"You should stay," Melissa said, surprising us all. She came out and gave her mother a huge hug and a kiss, and then she pulled my mother to her for the same treatment. "This has been absolutely wonderful," she sighed. "But we've pretty much worn each other out already. You should go get Charlie while we get dressed, and then we can have a nice, big family dinner together."

Mom and Catherine looked at me, and I smiled and nodded.

"Well—that's—" Catherine spluttered.

"That would be nice," my mother said, giving Catherine's forearm a light squeeze. "I'll tell you what, though. We'll just leave these here. There's plenty more of it over at our house. You two take your time and get dressed, and then you can join us for dinner."

After they left, Melissa and I retreated to her bedroom to get dressed. I chuckled as I pulled my shorts up my legs.
"What's so funny?" Melissa asked.

"It's just weird," I replied, shaking my head as I reached for my shirt. "I just realized I've been naked or just wearing a towel for over a day. I've basically been walking around your house naked, or having my way with you, and both of our moms came over and were fine with it—happy about it, even. Now we're getting dressed to join them for dinner, and I feel like I should be getting dressed up in something nicer than just shorts and a t-shirt."

"Oh! Do you think we should get dressed up?" she asked.

"This is all I brought," I replied with a shrug.

"Well, I mean I could get dressed up, and you can change into something when we get to your house," she said.

I looked at her, standing next to the bed in just a skimpy pair of panties. I couldn't hide my lecherous grin.

"I think you look fabulous, just like that," I murmured.

She smiled again, and then I was holding her almost naked body in my arms once again and we were kissing. It was wonderful. Then she pushed me away and sucked in a gasp.

"Alright, that's enough," she joked. "You go home and dress up nice. I'll pick out something and meet you there."

I looked her over and licked my lips. She laughed and shook her head.

"Go!" she ordered. "If you don't get moving, I know you'll never let me get dressed. Trust me, this will be nice."

* * *

Sure enough, when I came downstairs from my room in a dress shirt, slacks and a tie, both of our mothers cooed and told me how handsome I looked. Dad just gave me a grin and shook his head. He was dressed just as sharply after work, but they hadn't made such a fuss over him. I made sure to sit next to my dad so they would notice how sharp both of us looked.

Melissa sat next to me in a pretty dress. She had taken a few minutes to make her hair look amazing. The dinner was delicious, but I cannot now recall what we ate. What I really remember about that meal was the way our parents treated us like we were their equals. It was five adults sharing a nice meal, and it was like we were one big happy family.

The other thing that really stood out to me was the way Melissa's mother stared at me hungrily. Melissa did not miss it. I evidently played it off well enough that she didn't see how turned on I was. She also failed to notice the signs of arousal that my own mother displayed while we ate. I glanced at my father and wondered how he could miss it. Then I saw his attention was completely on Catherine and Melissa. I don't think my dad was lusting after either of them; he seemed more interested in how they interacted with me.

We stayed another hour after we had eaten to help clean up and visit. That was when Melissa broached the subject of having her mother return home.

"Mom, I have loved this gift," she murmured, reaching over to give Catherine's hand a squeeze. "But to be honest, I miss you."

"Don't be silly," Catherine chided. "I'm right here next door. You know you can come over and visit if you really want to."

"It's just not the same," Melissa said, shaking her head. "It just doesn't feel like home without you there."

"Well, I don't know if I'd be completely comfortable," Catherine murmured, blushing slightly. "I don't know if I want to lie in my bed and listen to you two going at it all night."

That got an uncomfortable chuckle from my folks, and I bit my lip.

"Oh, Mom," Melissa laughed, "We can keep it quiet. It's not like you could hear us..." Mom, Catherine, and my dad all got the same wide-eyed, embarrassed look and carefully looked away in that moment. "Really?!?" Melissa gasped, "You could hear us all the way over here?"

"Afraid so, kiddo," my dad chuckled softly. "Not all the time, of course. But there were a few times..." He shrugged and smiled.

Mom and Catherine seemed much more embarrassed. However I recognized that thinking about it had them both turned on. Catherine carefully cleared her throat.

"I'll tell you what," she suggested. "You two enjoy tonight and tomorrow, and I'll come back over Monday morning."

Melissa shook her head, and looked a little guilty.

"Mom, your flowers...I haven't been taking care of them. I'm afraid they won't make it if you stay away another day."

My dad asked my mother a question, softly, and I turned to try to figure out what they were saying. It was clear that Melissa and her mother needed time to discuss Catherine's return. They continued to argue quietly while I joined my parents' discussion. We were trying to decide if I should clear out my bedroom so they could do something else with it after I returned to college.

That seemed reasonable to me—outside of the longer holidays when I would visit, that room would just be sitting vacant. I knew that had to bother my mother at least a little, reminding her that her baby boy had grown up and left the nest. I didn't even have that many clothes in my bedroom anymore. Most of the stuff I wore regularly was back in my dorm room, and it made sense to take the other clothes I wanted to wear with me. That would just leave a few things that I could box up and put into the closet, and then they could decide what they wanted to do with the furniture.

When I returned my attention to Melissa and Catherine, they seemed to have reached an agreement. We all stood up and I hugged my parents before I left. Catherine hugged me, but was careful about it. Her daughter was watching us closely.

"I'll see you two in the morning for breakfast," she said, smiling.

I held Melissa's hand as we walked back over to her house. We looked at each other and smiled.

"That was really nice," I said.

"Yes it was," Melissa replied, nodding. "It was so...different than I remember. Was it just me, or did it feel like we were already married—already one family?"

I squeezed her hand.

"It wasn't just you," I reassured her.

* * *

Melissa really enjoyed undressing me once we were alone in her bedroom again. She was still completely dressed when she unbuckled my pants and slid to her knees in front of me.

"Oh, I wanted to do this all night," she murmured.

Then she moaned and took me in her mouth. I stood and watched this gorgeous woman suck my dick, still wearing that nice dress. It was mind-boggling for me to watch her moan and slurp on my dick like that. For so many years I had admired this beautiful girl-next-door. She had always looked like some fairy-tale princess when she returned from one of those beauty contests in her gossamer little dresses.

I had never imagined her like this.

At first, I thought she just wanted to feel my dick in her mouth. I figured this was just a brief warm-up and then I would get to undress her and take her to bed. Melissa had other ideas. She wanted to feel me coming in her mouth, and she wanted a fresh load of hot cream for her dessert. Her hands slid up over my midsection as she looked up at me adoringly.

"God, you're so beautiful," I groaned.

Her eyes smiled up at me, but her mouth went after her "dessert" even more insistently. I bit my lip and moaned when I felt my cock swelling between her lips. She could feel it just as clearly, and locked her lips around the head of my cock.

"Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm!" she moaned happily as I fed her the treat she craved.

I shuddered all over and my legs felt weak afterwards. Melissa finally released me from her lips, and I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," I whispered. "That was incredible."

"Mmm," she moaned, swallowing the last of it, "It was my pleasure, believe me."

I could see her eyes flash, and she blushed slightly and bit her lip.

"What?" I asked.

She shook her head and got up, rather quickly. I stood and slid behind her so I could unzip her dress.

"What is it?" I asked again. "Come on, Melissa, you know you can tell me anything."

"It's not something I should say," she whispered.

I unzipped her dress and she leaned forward as it slid down her body. Already I could see that the only thing she was wearing beneath it was a pair of thigh-high nylon stockings. I carefully slid the dress down so that it puddled around her ankles, and then I knelt behind her and gave her asshole a long lick. She gasped.

"Really, Melissa?" I murmured. "I'm about to eat out your asshole in this bedroom—your mom's old bedroom—and then I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Is there rally something you can't tell me?"

She looked back over her shoulder at me and whimpered, "I couldn't help it, Greg. I had your big, beautiful dick in my mouth, and then you were feeding me all that delicious come...and I kept thinking, 'Mom would be so jealous right now.' That's just so wrong, isn't it?"

I had wiggled the tip of my tongue into her sensitive backdoor, but froze when she said "Mom." When she finished speaking, I pushed my tongue deeper before pulling it out. I gave her a slow nod before I said a word.

"Okay, Melissa, I understand why you didn't want to tell me that. I'm sorry I pushed you into it."

"Did I...did I disgust you?" she whispered.

"Oh, no, it's not that," I replied. "It's just that I'm going to have a tough time looking at your mom the same way now. I can understand why you wouldn't want me thinking about her that way." I shook my head and pushed my tongue back into her quivering butthole.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "I couldn't help it, Greg. When I saw the way she looked at you tonight...God! She wanted to eat you up."

I stopped pushing my tongue into her and pulled back again, leaving her panting and staring back at me.

"Damn, Melissa, you really shouldn't tease me like that," I muttered.

"I wasn't teasing," she insisted.

I pushed two fingers up into her drenched pussy, making her shudder again.

"Damn," I repeated. "You are serious, aren't you?" She bit her lip and nodded. "And it turns you on to think about it, doesn't it?" She slowly nodded again. "Is that...?" I started, but then I shook my head. Probably best not to ask, at the moment.

I drove my tongue back into Melissa's welcoming little asshole and pushed my fingers in and out of her pussy. She came almost instantly. After she came down from that impressive-looking orgasm, I gathered up our nice dress clothes and hung them up in the closet. She was waiting for me in the bed as soon as I turned around.

"You should get the lube out of the bathroom," she growled, turning over and pointing her sexy butt at me. "Mommy wants a nice butt-fucking."

Okay, I thought as I hurried into the bathroom. That answers that question. Clearly she's turned on thinking about me fucking her mother.

I waited until I had worked my full length into her horny asshole before I asked.

"Is this why you want your mother to come back?" I asked with my mouth right next to her ear. "Are you hoping there will be some mix-up, and then you'll walk in to find me fucking your mom in the ass?"

"Oh, fuck!" she cried out. "That's so messed up!"

Her asshole clutched me tightly as she shuddered and came. Messed up or not, the idea clearly lit a fire inside her. She came twice more as I fucked her ass in that bed, and the last one was while she was on her back. We could see each others' faces clearly and I knew it turned her on to think about me with her mother. I couldn't help but picture it myself, and then I was coming inside her.

Afterward, we turned off the lights and held each other as we caught our breath.

"Greg?" she finally murmured, in a near-whisper.

"Yes?" I replied, kissing her shoulder.

"I just wanted you to know, I wasn't really thinking about that—about you having sex with my mom—when I asked her to come home." She sighed and pushed her butt back against me again. "Oh, it's hot for me to think about now, but what I had been thinking was that we could live out some of those fantasies we talked about yesterday."

I had to think about it for a bit before I could recall what she meant.

"Oh, you mean about me sneaking over and climbing in your bedroom window?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied. "I was thinking about it last night, and again this morning right after I woke up. I thought about how I could go upstairs and lie down, with the lights out and my window open. Then you'd sneak in and take me. But...it just felt like it wouldn't be the same if Mom isn't here. You know? Like...there's no reason to be sneaky if we can't get caught."

"Ah," I muttered. I thought about it for a bit and nodded my head. "So, when your mom is here you really want to do that?"

She shivered in my arms deliciously.

"Oh, Greg, would you really do that for me?" she squeaked. "Oh, God. That would be so hot!"

My poor dick really was worn out at that point, but Melissa's pussy was soaked and needed some attention. I slid down between her thighs and held her legs wide open so I could enjoy my turn of feasting on her. She cried out very loudly the second time she came, and I couldn't help myself.

"Shh!" I hissed at her. "Your mother will hear us!"

She clamped her hand over her mouth, but I couldn't tell if she was trying to suppress a laugh or another orgasmic cry. I wound up falling asleep between her legs, with my cheek resting on the inside of her thigh.

* * *

In the morning, my eyes fluttered open to the glorious sight of Melissa's beautiful little pussy right in front of me. I moaned softly and gave those soft lips a gentle kiss. My eyes flickered up to her sleeping face when she moaned in response. I kept watching her as I slowly worked my tongue between her tangy folds and savored the taste of her. It was a perverse sort of turn-on for me to know that she wasn't awake but that I was making her this wet.

Her moans got more insistent, and then her thighs closed on my head. She wasn't applying enough pressure to make it painful, so I just kept eating her tasty and increasingly wet pussy. It was fun for me, really, to play that game. I was getting hard just watching her and savoring her juices. Then abruptly her eyes shot open, only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking over at the doorway.

I pulled my mouth from her and lifted my head so I could look over there. Catherine was standing in the doorway, blushing.

"Oh, good morning," I managed awkwardly.

"I—I'm sorry," she stammered. "I knocked, and I thought—" She bit her lip and pulled the door closed most of the way. I struggled not to laugh when she said from behind the door, "I'll get started on breakfast!"

Melissa wasn't able to hold back her giggle, and it was just too contagious. We both tried not to be too loud, covering our mouths as we shook with laughter. After all, we didn't want Catherine to think we were making fun of her.

I pulled on the boxers I had worn beneath my dress clothes the previous evening and headed into the bathroom to wash my face. When I tried to saunter casually into the kitchen, Melissa and Catherine both gasped. It was Catherine's turn to chuckle as she turned her back to me and tended to the food on the stove.

Melissa was wearing a bathrobe, and it gave me alluring peeks at her cleavage as she hurried over to me. I sucked in a surprised breath when she reached down and gave my dick a squeeze.

"Honey, you were sticking right out in front here," she murmured into my ear. "Here, let me put that away for you." Then she dropped her voice to a faint, breathy whisper. "Were you teasing my mother on purpose?"

"No," I whispered. "Sorry."

After breakfast, Melissa and I returned to her bedroom and enjoyed a quiet fuck before we showered. It was clear to me that she was more turned on from having her mother back in the house while we did it. Once we finished that shower and got dressed, I headed next door while they got started tending to the plants.

I packed up the things I figured I should take back to college with me, boxing them up and putting them in the trunk of my car. Then I boxed up the remaining clothes from my dresser. Mostly those were things I barely wore anymore; long wooly underwear from when we had the occasional very cold winter, a few pairs of silk boxers that I rarely wore because they had to be washed by hand, and some baggy sweat pants and shirts.

I kept the few summer outfits I had brought with me in the top dresser drawer, but the dresser was otherwise empty. When I pushed that drawer closed, I looked out my bedroom window and saw Melissa and her mother working in the back yard. They saw me and waved, and I couldn't help but smile and wave back. Catherine had an enigmatic little smile on her lips, and I wondered what she was thinking.

I took a break then to show my mother what I'd gotten done in my room. In addition to the stuff I'd cleared out of the dresser, I had folded up some of the clothes that had been hanging in the closet and added them to the two boxes that now rested in the back of the closet.

"We could move those boxes up into the attic, if you'd prefer," I said.

I turned, and was caught off-guard to see her slide the robe from her shoulders.

"That's nice, Greg," she said quickly, "but right now I need you to fuck me. Your father will be back before too long."

"Oh," I muttered.

I hadn't heard him leave. As soon as I thought about it, though, I knew Catherine had noticed him leaving. She knew I was alone with my horny mother, and she knew what that meant. I watched Mom lie down on the floor and spread her arms and legs invitingly, and hurried to whip off my shorts and shirt.

"Oh, yes!" she cried happily as I pushed my hard dick into her soaked pussy.

I was too busy sucking her fat, hard nipple to say anything in response. Mom's sweet pussy welcomed me eagerly, and she thrust her hips up to encourage me to fuck her faster and harder. This was no romantic, unhurried coupling. My mother was horny and needed a good, hard fucking, so I gave her one. She desperately wanted to feel me coming inside of her, and I was shocked at how quickly she made it happen.

"Ohhh, yes," she groaned when she felt my cock erupting inside of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding my body tightly as she shuddered through a matching orgasm of her own. "Oh, baby," she crooned into my hair. "I almost wish you could get me pregnant. The way you're coming inside me..."

I jerked my head up and looked at her face closely.

"Oh, I know I shouldn't think such things," she sighed. "I am your mother, after all. Still, when I see how happy Gloria looks, knowing she's carrying your baby, I can't help but feel a little jealous."

At that point, I was still not entirely happy that I had gotten Gloria pregnant. The idea of knocking up my own mother really did not turn me on. She pouted when she felt my dick softening inside her.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I shouldn't have said anything. Would you hand me my panties? I want to put those on, and then I'll get you cleaned up."

I handed her panties to her, and then leaned back and watched her pull them on and then dive in to suck my sloppy cock. She moaned rather loudly and slurped up our combined juices with obvious relish. Her enthusiastic sucking soon got me hard again, which really surprised me. I mean, it shouldn't have been a surprise—she's amazing at sucking my dick—but I had been pumping a load into Melissa's pussy just an hour earlier.

Mom looked just as surprised, but she was eager to take advantage of my renewed erection. She glanced at my clock and the pulled me to my feet. She quickly scooped up her robe and then towed me insistently down the stairs.

"Come on!" she panted. "We should have twenty minutes at least before your father gets home, and I really want to feel you in my ass!"

I didn't come again, but Mom sure did. It was incredible to watch her shake and cry out like that, and I was just glad my parents' bedroom was on the opposite side of the house from Catherine's yard. Mom came three or four times and then she hustled into her bathroom while I sprinted back upstairs for my own shower.
Twenty minutes later I was lying on top of Melissa, slowly pumping her ass as she struggled not to cry out loud. Her mother was taking a shower upstairs, and then she was making lunch. I couldn't help but notice how Catherine licked her lips when she looked at me, right before we sat down to eat. Melissa certainly noticed.

I could tell she was holding back, but that she had some naughty ideas that wanted to come out of her mouth. I wondered if she would share them with me later. Before I got to think about it too much more, though, my parents arrived to join us for lunch. Dad looked around with a bemused smile on his face.

"I still can't get over how different this place looks," he murmured between bites. "Really, it's just amazing."

After we'd eaten, Dad had to hustle off to pack. He had to hit the road, and he would have a sales meeting or seminar for the next three days. "I promise, Greg, I'll be back to spend two days with you before you leave," he assured me.

I gave him a big hug before he got into his car. "Just be safe, Dad. There are too many idiots on the road."

"Don't I know it!" he laughed, and then I waved as he pulled away.

* * *

So, when Melissa suggested I should spend the night at my own house, I knew I would be alone with my mother. I couldn't think of a reasonable protest, though.

"You should get a good night's sleep, and then we'll have all our energy to enjoy each other tomorrow," she whispered.

I chewed my lip as I tried to think of an argument. We were outside, and our mothers were talking quietly nearby. Melissa leaned in close after glancing in their direction.

"I want you to sneak over tonight," she whispered. "I'll be waiting in MY bedroom, with the window open for you. Just be careful, we don't want Mom to catch us!"

I could see how turned on she was, and nodded. It was such a turn-on for me to think about it, and I was hard for the rest of the afternoon. However, we hung out with our mothers most of the time, acting as if we were grown-up kids who weren't supposed to be all over each other.

Melissa caught her mother glancing at my obvious bulge, and had to bite her lip each time. When I finally had her alone long enough to ask, she whispered, "I keep wanting to suggest she have a seat in your lap. God, I'd love to watch her wiggling around on this." I groaned softly when she gave my shaft a squeeze.

I was noticeably harder after that, and Melissa caught me looking at her mother "inappropriately" twice after that. All four of us were turned on by the time we shared dinner at our place. Mom and I hugged Melissa and Catherine before they left. Catherine let out a soft gasp when she felt my erection pressed against her, and that put a wicked grin on Melissa's face.

They were barely out the door before my mother was all over me, right there in the living room. It felt like she was trying to suck my tongue right out of my skull as she frantically pulled at my shorts. I pulled my mouth from hers with a gasp.

"Mom!" I panted, "Please, slow down!"

"Okay!" she panted. She was shaking visibly as she licked her lips and reached for my waistband with both hands.

"Wait, please," I murmured, reaching out for her wrists. "Remember how you and Catherine told me we 'absolutely could not have sex' the morning before Melissa got home?"

"Um, yeah," she replied, nodding.

"Well, Melissa wants me to sneak over to her room tonight, and have sex with her while her mom's in the house. It's a fantasy of hers. I just wanted to make sure you knew that, and don't wear me out before that happens."

"Oh," she muttered. Then her eyes lit on my straining boner and she chuckled. "It's your fantasy too, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah," I admitted. "You know how I always loved her and thought she was amazing. I couldn't help but think about sneaking over to her bedroom at night. I just figured it was a harmless fantasy, and that she wouldn't actually be interested."

"Okay," Mom said, nodding. "I promise I won't wear you out." She slid to her knees and pulled down my shorts, letting out a lovely sigh when she saw my straining cock in front of her. She looked up at my face and asked, "How soon is she expecting you?" Then she started sucking me.

"Ohhh," I moaned appreciatively. "I don't know. I figure it will be after dark, probably after her mother goes to bed. I—oh, yeah—figured I would wait in my bedroom and she'd send me a signal or text my phone."

Mom seemed to calm down, once she had my hard cock in her mouth. She savored it for another glorious minute and then pulled back to lick her lips.

"So, we should have an hour in my bed, and then you can take a shower and wait for her call?" she asked.

"That...should work," I said after a moment's thought.

Mom stripped as she walked toward her bedroom, with me following closely. Soon we were naked in her bed, fucking lustily once again.

"God, I love how your huge dick fills me up!" she groaned.

I was trying to hold back, doing my best not to come inside her. I think she could feel it right away, and it turned her on to try to force me to orgasm inside her. Whether that was the case or not, it was incredible for both of us. After she got off several times, she pushed me back and took my throbbing dick in her mouth. I was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and she groaned and sucked it right out of me.

All I could do was shudder helplessly as I watched her do it. Damn! That was so intense. Then she abruptly stopped and slithered out of the bed.

"We still have time!" she insisted as she grabbed the big bottle of lube out of her nightstand. She handed it to me and then lay on her belly and spread her legs wide. "Please!" she gasped, "Give my asshole a nice, hard pounding!"

Somehow, I managed not to come inside her tightly-gripping asshole. She came like mad again and again. By the time I retreated to the upstairs bathroom and showered, I was pretty tired. It hadn't been dark for long, and I saw lights were on in the bedroom across the way when I walked into my room. I had to smile, knowing that Melissa would be waiting for me in that room after her mom went to bed.

Then I looked down at the binoculars still sitting on my desk. They just seemed too conspicuous, so I opened the drawer and put them away. Now that I had unfettered access to my dream-girl next door, it seemed silly to have those sitting around anymore.

* * *

I'm still not sure how she planned to pull it off, but after the way she had told me to sneak over to her bedroom tonight I expected Melissa to be waiting for me in her old bedroom. Perhaps I was just too tired to think clearly, and that old fantasy had reasserted itself in my mind. I put on a loose pair of shorts and a tank-top and looked out the window again. The lights were off in that bedroom, but I could see the window was open. It made me shiver to see it.

Minutes later, I got the text from Melissa: "In bed, waiting for you. Window's open."

For just a minute I contemplated sneaking out of my bedroom window. That seemed foolish, since it would leave my mother alone in a house with an open window. So I headed downstairs instead and stopped in her bedroom doorway.

"Mom, I'm leaving," I whispered.

"Mmm, have fun," she replied sleepily.

I locked the front door behind me and quietly made my way around the house. My dick was throbbing in my shorts as I pulled my way up to the windowsill. I let out a breath as I slid into the darkened bedroom and heard her giggling softly from the bed.

"I can't believe you actually climbed up through the window!" she whispered.

"That was the fantasy, wasn't it?" I whispered in reply, "Me sneaking up into your bedroom?"

"Oh, God," she groaned softly.

My eyes were gradually adjusting to the darkness when she rolled over and presented me with her delectable bottom. I could just barely make it out when she reached up to the headboard and it was only the wet noises from her fingers that let me know what she was doing. Her voice was a low growl when she finally spoke.

"Do it!" she urged. "Get over here and fuck my horny asshole with that huge—oh my God!"

"Shh!" I cautioned, but it was too late. That last outburst had carried down the stairs, and I heard footsteps pounding up the stairway less than a minute later.

"No no no no no!" I heard, and then the door burst open and I squinted when the lights suddenly blazed to life. "Greg, you're in the wrong—oh, holy shit!"

I blinked in surprise and stared at Melissa standing in the doorway. In front of me, her mother whimpered and pushed her asshole back onto my dick insistently.

"Please baby!" she moaned desperately, "Don't make him stop now! Oh, God, his huge dick feels so good in my ass!"

I watched the love of my life as she stood in the doorway, staring and licking her lips. She shook her head slowly, twice, before she looked at me. I was still frozen in shock. Then she finally stepped into the room.

"Well, you heard my mother," she growled. "Don't you dare stop now!"

My poor brain was still struggling to catch up.

"I—I thought you were going to be in this room," I moaned weakly.

Melissa shook her head and marched right over to the bed. I shook in surprise when she gave my ass a firm slap.

"Less talking, more fucking!" she insisted. "Mommy needs a nice, deep ass-fuck, Greg, and you are going to give it to her."

I couldn't believe this was happening, but her mother kept pushing her ass back and forced me in and out. My mind just could not accept that I had made the same stupid mistake twice! I felt like such an idiot. Still, it certainly worked out well for me. Melissa urged me on as I gave her mother a vigorous ass-fucking. I was still too nervous to come inside her, though. Catherine had a handful of really intense orgasms, and then Melissa's eyes lit up when she watched my lubricated boner slide out of her mother's well-fucked behind.

"Mmm! You saved some for me!" she groaned happily.

It wasn't the fantasy she had in mind when she invited me to sneak over, but Melissa really came hard when she looked at her mother's adoring face while I pounded her asshole from behind.

"I love you so much, Mom!" she cried out.

"Mmm, I love you too, baby," Catherine replied dreamily. Her eyes drifted up to mine, and she added, "I love both of you so much."

I looked from mother to daughter and shook my head softly. It was uncanny how similar they looked, naked in that bed. Melissa's tight asshole squeezed down on me and I looked at Catherine and muttered, "We need more lube." She nodded and turned to crawl up to the headboard to grab the bottle. I stared at her sexy ass and then down at Melissa's ass with my dick stuffed inside it. For once, I didn't feel stupid.

I had always thought Melissa had a perfect ass, from the first time I saw her naked through my binoculars. Even at this close range, it was tough to tell the two of them apart from behind. Catherine's sexy ass was every bit as spectacular as her daughter's. She turned and handed me the bottle of lube.

"Thanks," I murmured.

She nodded and smiled, then licked her lips as she watched me lubricate the shaft of my dick and her daughter's eager asshole. Catherine was clearly turned on to watch me fuck her daughter in the ass, just as Melissa had been turned on to watch me fuck her mom. I couldn't help but think of Heinlein in that moment—I had felt like the man had a real thing for sexy redheads when I had read many of his novels. It felt like I was living out one of his wet dreams in that moment.

When I felt my orgasm approaching, I looked into Catherine's adoring, aroused face.

"Thou are god!" I cried as I exploded deep in Melissa's clutching asshole.

"Thou art god!" they replied in unison.

Then they exchanged a startled glance. Catherine giggled while Melissa moaned and dropped her head to the mattress. Then she turned her head and looked at her mom, panting.

"Oh, Mommy," she murmured languidly. "Greg's coming in my ass."

Catherine stopped laughing and groaned. I shuddered as my dick fired one last big salvo into that wonderful, sexy bottom. It made Melissa shiver to feel it, and Catherine shivered when she saw it. Melissa blew out a ragged breath.

"I can't wait to watch him come in your ass, Mom," she moaned.

* * *

It took another hour before I managed it, but it was clear from Melissa's face that it was every bit as hot as she had hoped. My eyes clenched shut when I reached that moment, and I shuddered as my balls unloaded into Catherine's welcoming ass. It was her turn to gasp out something filthy.

"Oh, baby!" she cried out, "I can't believe your husband is coming in my ass! Oh, I know I should have stopped him, but it just felt too good."

"Oh fuck!" Melissa cried. Her hand was practically a blur on her pussy as her mother's words pushed her over the edge.

My eyes drifted from that marvelous sight up to the open window, and my eyes immediately rested on my own darkened bedroom window. Then my eyes widened. Oh, I couldn't see anything in there, but I couldn't help but imagine my mother standing in that room and watching all of this through my binoculars. Melissa was watching my face, and her eyes narrowed. She glanced in the direction I was looking.

"What are you thinking, Greg?" she asked.

I shook my head and chuckled, "Oh, it's dumb, really."

"Tell me," she insisted.

"Okay," I replied, shaking my head. "I just realized we left that bedroom window wide open, and the lights have been on in here ever since you came upstairs. I couldn't help but think that my mom might have gone into my room to check on me, and then she would have seen everything."

All three of us turned and looked toward my bedroom window.

It was actually something of a relief for me to look over there. Even the outline of my house was faint, and I knew there was no way Melissa had ever seen me watching her through my binoculars the second half of our senior year. Then I was thinking about my relationship with my mother—the physical relationship we had started the past week and a half. It felt like I was deceiving Melissa about it, but it seemed like a bad idea to reveal any more of it to her.

I wondered if I was actually happy that she knew about my relationship with her mother. I mean, it was a relief that she had found out. Then I realized she hadn't, really. It was just fortunate that she wasn't furious to catch me like she had. So, I guess she was alright with me having sex with her mom. I didn't know if that would continue to be true after tonight.

That convoluted stream of thought ran through my head and left me with a headache. I had already been a little tired and light-headed before I even made my way over that night, and I had to lie down.

"Are you okay?" Melissa asked softly, reaching down to stroke my hair.

"Yeah," I replied, nodding. Then I winced. "Sorry, I just have a bit of a headache."

"Ah," Catherine said, nodding her head and looking down at me. "It may be the paint fumes, Greg. You've been over here painting for almost three weeks straight. When I stayed in your guest room, I noticed my headache going away. You probably just need to go home and sleep in your own room."

She said it with a gleam in her eye. I was certain she was trying to set something up with me and my mom.

"Nice try," I chuckled, but then I had to wince again. "Damn," I muttered. "You may be right. Unfortunately, I locked the front door behind me when I left, and I didn't bring a key. It just felt irresponsible to leave my mother alone in an unlocked house."

Catherine bent and gave me another brief, hot kiss.

"I have a spare key to your house," she murmured. "Let me get that for you while you get dressed."

I looked at Melissa, but then I had to wince yet again.

"I'm sorry, Melissa," I groaned. "I wish I could say I was just playing along, but I am starting to get a serious headache. It really hurts."

She gave me a brief smooch and slid out of the bed.

"I'll get you some aspirin," she offered.

* * *

As near as I can tell, Catherine was right. Oh, there had been a few nights that I had been at my house over that span, but it seems that the paint fumes had indeed contributed to my headache. I unlocked our front door and then returned Catherine's key before returning to my house and letting myself inside.

"Who's there?" my mother hissed in the darkness.

"It's me, Mom," I replied.

I heard her blow out a relieved breath, and then she turned on the kitchen light. I blinked at the brightness, as did she, but then she saw the pained expression on my face.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"No," I said softly. "I have a horrible headache. Catherine said she thinks it's from the paint fumes over there. That's why they sent me home."

Mom cocked her head. "'They' sent you home?" she asked. "I thought you were going to see Melissa?"

"I'm sorry," I muttered, "my head just hurts too much to talk about it right now."

"You should take a shower," she suggested. "Do you want me to get you an aspirin or something?"

"Melissa gave me aspirin before I left," I replied. I stumbled forward and gave her a soft smooch before heading upstairs.

The shower helped a little. I still had a throbbing headache as I lay in my bed, and it took a while before I zonked out.

* * *

In the morning, I was awakened by my mother gently shaking my shoulder. Sunlight bathed the room, and I squinted for a moment. Then I was surprised to see Catherine walk in and sit in my desk chair while Melissa stood in the doorway.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Mom asked.

"Mom?" I croaked, only then realizing how parched my mouth felt. I ran my tongue around the inside of my mouth and grimaced. I needed a drink, and I needed to brush my teeth.

"I'm really sorry, Greg," Catherine said from my desk. "It never occurred to me that we didn't ventilate the house properly when we did all that painting. We opened up all the windows and turned on all the fans this morning to let the place air out. I figure we should give it a day or two before we go back. Melissa and I will stay over here in the meantime." She shook her head again. "I should have paid closer attention to the labels on those paint cans."

I was still trying to get some saliva flowing in my mouth, and my teeth felt gross. I was concerned how my breath must smell. Without thinking, I sat up and started to stand. All three women's eyes shot open in surprise, and I glanced down. I hadn't put anything on after my shower, and my morning erection stood out proudly in front of me.

In that instant, it was impossible to miss how my mother's nipples stood out against her sheer nightgown. Catherine and Melissa both looked from me to my mother before I hurried to cover my boner with both hands.

"Sorry!" I gasped. "I was just going to the bathroom!" I shook my head in embarrassment and scurried past Melissa into my bathroom.

I heard all three of them laugh nervously before I slammed the door closed behind me. Once again I felt stupid as I stared at my reflection in the mirror and brushed my teeth.

At least my headache was gone.

I snagged a bathrobe from the hook on the back of the door and put it on before returning to my bedroom. Only Melissa was there when I walked in. She looked amused.

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked as soon as I closed the door.

I shook my head.

"No. I took a shower after I got home last night, and honestly forgot. I still had a splitting headache when I went to bed. At least that's gone now."

She nodded, and I was relieved that she believed me. Still, she shook her head and walked over to open up my robe, and she sighed when she looked at my dick.

"Well, your mom certainly got an eyeful of this bad boy," she murmured. She looked up at my face with a twinkle in her eye. "She was embarrassed, but she couldn't hide how turned on she was. Oh, Greg, your mom wants you to fuck her!"
I moaned helplessly as she gave my hard dick a squeeze, and then she closed and tied my robe.

"Come on," she said, opening my bedroom door. "They went down to make breakfast. We should join them."

"I should get dressed first," I mumbled, but she shook her head.

"Nah," she said, "You look fine just like that. Come on."

I knew that Melissa thought she and her mother were setting something up between me and my mom. It turned me on something fierce, but I knew I had to put a stop to it. I shook my head and took a step back from her.

"No," I insisted firmly. She looked like she wanted to protest, so I blew out a breath and continued. "Look, I know you have this idea that you want to watch me and my mom have sex. I get it. After what happened last night..." I trailed off and shook my head again.

Then I sat on the edge of my bed and patted the spot next to me. Melissa opted to slide into my lap facing me instead. I wrapped my arms around her back, and she wrapped hers around my neck.

"I love you," I said.

She gave me a smile that made me forget what I was going to say next, so I kissed her instead. It still felt new and amazing just to be able to tell her that I loved her. To actually be able to kiss her like that...it still felt too much like a dream that I might wake up from at any moment.

"I love you too," she murmured after the kiss. Then she creased her lovely brow in thought. "Is it because your mom's married?" she asked.

It took me a moment to get my mind back onto that track. I had to think about it for a moment and then I shook my head.

"No, it isn't that," I replied slowly. "I love my dad, and I wouldn't want to hurt him. But I understand now that he—" I shook my head. That wasn't something I wanted to get into at that moment. "It isn't really about them, Melissa. It's about us. I want to marry you and raise kids together. I just don't feel like we can do that and be crazy, and this just feels crazy."

I sighed and squeezed her to me. It was a relief to feel her hug me tightly in response.

"I think that was why I got so upset when you said those...things about yourself the other day," I murmured. "I get what you were trying to do, but I don't want anyone referring to my wife and the mother of my children that way. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," she whispered into my neck.

"And...this thing with my mom," I continued, shaking my head. "Even if it's your idea and you want to see it, it still feels to me like I would be cheating on you." I thought quickly about what she had said earlier, about the girls in college, and added, "Even if I have permission."

She had started to gather her breath to say something like that, and chuckled softly into my neck instead. Then she pulled her head back so she could look into my eyes again.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked. When I shook my head, she amended it to, "Disappointed?"

"Absolutely not," I replied decisively. Then I gave her a weak smile. "Have I disappointed you?"

She blew out a long breath, up into my hair. "A little," she admitted. "After what happened last night, I was looking forward to that ultimate taboo."

"I'm sorry I ruined that for you," I muttered.

That took no thought at all; I had ruined whatever plan she and her mother had cooked up. Even if I offered to play along now, Melissa would know I was playing along. It would ruin the fantasy of tricking me and my mother into breaking that taboo.

Melissa looked into my eyes and nodded slowly. Then she stopped and pursed her lips.

"Are you really sorry, Greg?" she asked.

I took three seconds to think and then nodded.

"I am sorry I ruined your plan and your fantasy," I explained. "I'm not sorry I told you how I feel about you or why I didn't want to do it."

She ground her panty-clad pussy into the bulge of my dick and kissed me once again. Then she leaned back.

"Okay, Greg," she murmured. "I promise, once we're married and having kids, we will not be this crazy. But after all this time thinking about it, I almost feel like I need to see this happen—need to see you and your mother together—or I'll go crazy."

"So...what do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Just try to act surprised when it happens," she giggled, kissing me once again.

* * *

Since I had spoiled the plan they had, it didn't occur at the breakfast table. Melissa hurried out to the kitchen and pulled her mother aside to whisper enough to explain. Not long after that, my mother retreated to her bedroom and put on panties. Melissa narrowed her eyes when she saw that, and I think it occurred to her that my mother was just a little too eager to play along with whatever she and Catherine had cooked up.

That afternoon we all went over to Gloria's house and used the pool. Despite the fact that Melissa's bikini was the most conservative, I thought she looked incredible. It was clear she was uncomfortable, though. Gloria's belly wasn't yet growing, and neither were her breasts, but she looked incredible in her little white bikini. I caught Melissa looking from Gloria over to my mother's huge breasts as they were barely contained within her tiny top.

It was a little too obvious how she glanced down at her own breasts after that and looked...disappointed? Self-conscious, maybe? Whatever the case, she didn't look happy. I swam over to her and pulled her to me.

"Hey," I murmured.

"Hey," she replied softly.

Her eyes shot open in surprise when I pulled the bottom of her bikini to the side and pushed my hard cock up into her. I watched with amusement as her eyes rolled to the side to look at our mothers and Gloria lounging by the pool. I glanced that way just long enough to see them beaming happily at us as I started fucking Melissa. Her sexy bottom filled my hands as I lifted her and pulled her back down onto me.

"You don't look happy," I murmured.

She shuddered and then her eyes locked onto mine.

"Are you this turned on because of them?" she whispered. "Greg, my tits will never be that big unless I get implants."

"Don't be silly," I replied, kissing her and pulling her down so I could sheathe my cock completely inside of her. "Your tits are perfect."

I turned us in the water then, so that the other three women were behind me. Melissa was clearly watching them over my shoulder.

"Oh, God, Greg, they're watching us. I think they know what we're doing," she whispered.

"Does it look like they're mad?" I asked softly. "I don't want to stop, but I will if you want."

"Not yet," she breathed.

She wasn't watching me at all as I fucked her in the pool. The entire time she was looking over my shoulder at our audience. It didn't take long before she shuddered and came, and then she finally looked at me.

"My mom's getting in the pool!" she hissed.

I felt her pussy squeezing me uncomfortably, and let my dick slip from her. Then I turned and pulled her arms over my shoulders so I could give her a "ride" around the shallow end of the pool. I felt her breath on my neck when she sighed happily.

"Do I get a turn?" Catherine asked, making us all chuckle.

"Not yet, Mom," Melissa murmured languidly.

Fifteen minutes later, Melissa kissed my neck and slid off of my back.

"Okay, Mom, your turn," she chuckled.

The chuckle died in her throat when her mother practically tackled me in the waist-deep water. We weren't even deep enough for the water to completely cover Catherine's ass, so everyone could see the way her bikini bottom was pulled to the side when she forced my dick into her pussy. I hurried to push us into deeper water, but Melissa had clearly seen my dick sliding up into her mother's horny pussy.

Melissa looked over at my mother and Gloria, who were both making their way around to the steps at the shallow end. She let out a relieved breath, since they hadn't seen the actual penetration the way she had. She waded quickly over next to us.

"Mom! That wasn't what I meant!" she hissed.

Catherine pouted, but did not stop thrusting her hips insistently beneath the water. The way her legs had wrapped around my waist, I wasn't really in a position to stop her.

"Oh, relax, baby," she chided her daughter. "I'm just enjoying hugging this big, beautiful man of yours. Please, just let me enjoy this—ooh!—for a few more minutes!"

Melissa looked nervously from her mother in my arms over toward the shallow end of the pool. Her hard nipples gave away how much this was turning her on, but it clearly scared her. After less than a minute, she leaned closer and hissed, "Dianne is swimming over! You need to stop and cover yourselves!"

Before we could, though, we could hear my mother speaking from behind my back.

"Ooh, is Greg giving out hugs?" she giggled. "Mommy wants her turn!"

Melissa's eyes were wide and her mouth worked noiselessly. Catherine shuddered in my grasp and I looked at her as she licked her lips and gave me a naughty look. Her legs finally released me.

"Mmm, sure," she murmured. "Let me get out of your way."

Then she turned me by my shoulder, and she and Melissa both knew my dick was sticking straight out in front of me, unencumbered by my jogging shorts. Then my mother wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs slid up to wrap around my waist. I put my arms around her midsection and she moaned happily. Then she let out a gasp and her eyes went wide, staring into mine.

The head of my cock had just found its way into the uncovered opening of her pussy.

"My—my bikini must have slipped to the side!" she gasped, acting as if we didn't have an audience. She shuddered and her legs flexed, driving most of my shaft into her. Then she blew out a long breath and pushed herself up and away from me. "I can't believe that happened," she muttered, shaking her head.

Everyone but Gloria could see how hard her nipples were, straining against that flimsy bikini top. My mother's face was red as she carefully adjusted her bikini bottom. Then she shook her head twice before turning and leaning forward in the water, paddling back over to the stairs to sit next to Gloria.

Catherine wrapped her arms around me from behind and whispered, "Oh my God, were you actually inside her?"

I swallowed and looked at Melissa before I nodded. Melissa shuddered and licked her lips, staring at my face.

For the rest of our stay at the pool, I gave "piggy-back rides" to all four women. After we dried off, I gave Gloria a hug and she held onto me long enough to make Melissa jealous. We sat in the middle seat of the minivan for our return trip home, and she leaned over to whisper.

"Gloria totally wants you!" she hissed into my ear. "How long has that been going on?"

I reached over and gave her thigh a squeeze. "She doesn't want me," I assured her. "Gloria is happily married." She didn't look convinced, so I added, "Plus, she finally managed to get pregnant. She and her husband can't wait for that baby to arrive."

"Well, good," she muttered, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

* * *

When we got home, Melissa and I shared a shower and she was all over me. I loved taking her like that, but cut it short after my foot slipped and we nearly fell. After we were clean and dry, we tumbled into my bed and I savored the feel of her wonderful pussy once again. There was a certain perverse joy in feeling the way she clung to me so desperately.

But then it reminded me of the way she had felt inadequate earlier. I made sure to pull back and admire her breasts before leaning down to suck them eagerly. She lit up in a brilliant smile when I murmured "perfect" around her nipple.

Afterward, I held her and admitted that I had seen her naked shortly after Christmas. "After that, I couldn't even talk to you anymore," I chuckled. "Every time you would speak to me, I would get tongue-tied and I couldn't help but picture you naked."

Her head jerked up off of my shoulder and she stared at me. For a second, I thought I had fucked up by admitting that much to her.

"Oh my God," she breathed, "I just thought it was me. Every time I tried to talk to you, I felt like I was saying something stupid, and you just couldn't believe I had said something so dumb. Then you'd finally manage to say something, and it was always funny or really interesting." She shook her head. "But you were picturing me naked?"

I nodded, but felt lousy about it.

"Wow, I am so sorry," I breathed, reaching for her hand. I gave it a squeeze. "Seriously, Melissa, I thought you were so nice and charming and sophisticated. Whenever you laughed at one of my lame jokes, I thought you were just being nice. You know, humoring me."

She gave me another pretty laugh. "I wish," she chuckled.

Then I thought for a moment and shook my head. "Actually, it started years ago, long before I saw you naked," I said slowly. "You know, I didn't even realize my mom had big tits until like two weeks ago? I never even looked at other women's bodies at all until after I started having sex in college. You were just this vision of female perfection in my mind, and anyone else wasn't worth looking at."

Melissa let out a sad sigh. "I wish that was still the case," she said, giving my hand a squeeze.

I turned and looked at her face, then let my eyes travel down her body before looking into her eyes.

"What makes you think it isn't?" I asked.

She had to look down when my revived boner pressed against her.

"Oh!" she gasped. Then her eyes met mine again. "Are you serious?"

"Oh yes," I replied.

Then I rolled over on top of her and filled her up once again, letting my eyes feast on her as I fucked my dream girl-next-door in my bed.

"This still feels like a dream," I murmured down at her.

"Oh, it's a wonderful dream!" she replied happily.

* * *

After that, Melissa never tried to get me together with my mother again. She was happy to have every moment of my time. The next day we spent the entire afternoon in her bedroom. Her mother stayed next door at my house until after dinner. That night Melissa sent me upstairs.

"Make sure you're sneaky about it," she murmured with a grin.

When I returned two hours later, she kept giggling about how I would never make it as "an undercover agent."

"You two were so loud!" she whispered.

Of course, when I rolled her over and took her asshole, she was no quieter than her mother had been.

The next day after breakfast, Melissa and Catherine headed out to do some shopping. They still had college supplies to get before Melissa headed off to school. It was clear that they were excited about the prospect, but I knew they were giving me time alone with my mother before my dad returned home.

It was the first time we'd had the chance for sex since my dick had slipped inside her at the pool, and she had been starving for it ever since then. Mom had me out of my shorts and in her mouth before Catherine had even pulled her car out of their driveway. She was insatiable that morning. By the time Catherine and Melissa returned, I had come twice in her pussy and once more in her horny asshole.

I was almost too exhausted to help Melissa unload all of her new school supplies out of her mother's car. As soon as that was done, I zonked out in her bed.

I was glad I had managed to grab a shower after Mom had finished with me. Melissa woke me up with a blowjob, and I would have hated for my dick to taste like my mother's ass. Not that my mom had a nasty ass or anything; it just would have ruined the moment.

Once Melissa saw that I was awake, she slid up and mounted me. She rode me hard, like she was laying claim to my dick in that moment. God, she looked amazing above me like that. Sheer perfection.

After a nice lunch with our moms, we went right back to bed. Outside of meals with our family we spent every moment we could having sex, talking, or sleeping together. All too soon, it was time for us to go our separate ways for college.

That worked out precisely as Melissa had predicted, but really it isn't part of this story. Every time we got to see each other over the next three years, it merely reaffirmed how perfectly matched we were and had always been. I managed to land a really good job right after graduation, and Melissa agreed to marry me. She still had a year of college, and my job required me to move to another city in another state.

My loving wife knew I would not screw around on her once I got settled in to our new house. After all, her mother was living there to keep an eye on me.