Family Obligations

It was one of those beautiful Fall days we get in Ohio, with mild temperatures and lots of sunshine to highlight the October colors of the maple trees that lined the streets, but inside my boyfriend’s car — things were a lot more frigid. I was pissed off — beyond pissed off at Jonny Hollister, my steady guy of more than a year. He was driving me home from school — we’re both seniors in high school and while we weren’t fighting, I was pissed.

“I just don’t get it, Jonny!” I said for about the hundredth time. “My parents are gone…like gone for the entire weekend. We have the house to ourselves and could do whatever we want!” I reached out and stroked his thigh from his knee to just shy of his crotch to emphasize the “whatever we want” part.

Jonny gave me a quick glance, not letting his eyes leave the road for more than a second, giving me that grin that gets him out of so much trouble, it isn’t even fair. “I told you, Alesha — it’s my weekend for family obligations. I can’t get out of it.”

I rolled my eyes in disgust and replied, “You could try! Ask your mom — she likes me! I’m sure she’d let out of whatever obligations you have this weekend. You could make it up next weekend!”

My boyfriend just sighed and grinned at me again. “You know I can’t, sweetie. I’ve got family obligations.” He reached out blindly and set his hand down on my bare knee and let it travel upwards towards my crotch until I put my legs together to deny him access. He sighed again and said, “I’ll make it up to you. There will be other weekends, I promise.”

I stuck my tongue between my lips and blew a loud raspberry in response and then stared out the window, watching the homes of our small town pass by. I felt so pissed off. I pounded my fists against my upper thighs and yelled out, “FUCK!”

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I suppose a little explanation is in order. I’ve been dating Jonny since early on in our Junior year. I love him and I think he loves me. He turned eighteen in late May just before we became Seniors and I turned eighteen in early June. We had already been making out hot and heavy and two days after my birthday, he took my cherry and we’ve been fucking up a storm ever since. It hurt like hell at first, but now four months later — his big cock makes me crazy.

This morning, my parents informed me that they were flying out to a book selling conference in New York City — Daddy runs a small religious press — printing lots of Protestant religious books. That meant I had the house all to my self and I immediately had visions of Jonny and me having unlimited opportunities to fuck without worrying about Mom or Daddy walking in on us. But, no, I’d forgotten that it was Jonny’s weekend to do his so called family obligations.

Since Jonny turned eighteen, he’d had some weird family thing going on that requires his complete attention from Friday through Sunday every fourth weekend. He would never clarify what “family obligations” meant, but explained it was something he absolutely couldn’t get out of. I didn’t like it and pouted a bit every fourth weekend, but I always got over it. I mean, I love the jerk!

And I meant it when I said his mom liked me — heck, his whole family liked me. I’d been over many evenings to his house for dinner and to work on homework or to watch TV and his mother had taken a real shine to me much to my mother’s disgust who made it plain that she thought Nikki Hollister was a bit of a slut.

You have to understand, Mom and Daddy were very religious — devout, conservative Christians and I suppose to Mom who never met a high collared dress she didn’t like, Jonny’s mom dressed like a loose woman. I would never think that, although Nikki wasn’t shy about showing off what she had.

She was a tall woman with very womanly curves — I’d guess her figure was a very solid 40DD-26-38. Her large breasts rode high on her body, the upper swells usually on display in the scoop necked blouses and sweaters she preferred and her dress hems were always above the knee and showing off her very long and shapely legs. When you add those brilliant blue eyes and long straw-blonde hair cut like Jennifer Aniston, framing her face, you were talking about a very lovely woman.

It didn’t bother me at all when Daddy would tease me about Jonny planning to “marry a girl just like dear old Mom,” because truth be told, I did look a lot like his mother. Tall and whitish-blonde hair, a very pert and firm pair of 38D breasts, a slender figure and toned, athletic legs from years of girls’ soccer. And I loved the fact that Nikki really seemed to get along with me and was supportive of Jonny and me since we began dating. Jonny and I had begun making plans for after school — even talking about marriage once we got out of college.

Still, this once a month ‘family obligation’ thing was driving me nuts and after giving me a loving kiss goodbye, Jonny drove away, leaving me still fuming. Once I was inside, I slung my book bag into a corner of the living room and stewed about losing this great opportunity to fuck and brooding over what the fuck Jonny could possibly be doing with these ‘family obligations.”

I’d wondered before, but now I felt an obsession growing over it. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Jonny was part of a typical nuclear family. There was his father, David, his mother Nicky and his sister Erica who was almost twenty and still lived at home while attending college in a nearby small city. No grandparents or ailing relatives to take care of…no massive farm to deal with…no family business he had to help with — his father was an accountant and his mother was a legal secretary. The Hollister family wasn’t particularly religious — so I didn’t think it was some God thing. It just made no sense.

I thought about calling his mother and trying to actually get her to let him out of whatever the ‘family obligations’ was, but even though I picked up the phone twice — in the end, I didn’t think it would work. Since May, his ‘family obligation’ had come every four weeks without fail. I knew his sister, Erica also had the same obligations, but on a different week — once I’d called her up about going shopping the coming weekend and she’d declined, offering to go the following weekend and then last month, I’d tried to set her up on a blind date with a cousin who’d been visiting, but she’d said no because it was her weekend for “family obligations.’

As evening fell — I grew more disgusted and pissed and horny. My parents’ house was quiet and empty and it should have been filled with my moans and the smell of sperm and wet pussy while we fucked our young brains out. I thought about retiring to my room and playing with myself — there was a bowl of cucumbers on the kitchen counter that would have been perfect for the role, but I was too pissed off to succumb to my needs. Jonny’s goddamn ‘family obligations’ occupied my every thought.

Finally, I decided to end the damn mystery and go over there and find out what the hell was going on. I stripped off my school clothes and got dressed in black sweat pants and sweat shirt and tying my long blonde hair into a ponytail, I donned a black baseball cap. Looking in the mirror, I looked like some teenage commando/bimbo. All I was lacking was that black stuff on my face.

I got Mom’s car out and drove down the dark streets until I was maybe a block from my boyfriend’s house. I parked, locked up, leaving my purse behind and tucking my keys into a small black fanny pack I used whenever I went jogging with Daddy.

It was maybe going on ten o’clock as I was slipping down the street where Jonny lived. Stealthily, I slipped into his neighbor’s back yard and worked my way towards Jonny’s house. Their back yard was surrounded by a ten foot tall privacy fence. Nikki — Mrs. Hollister liked her privacy when she did her sunbathing in the backyard. I made my way to the fence gate and quietly unlatched it. I slipped through the entrance, my heart beating wildly and forcing myself to not giggle. I felt a bit of a thrill go through me at the thought that I was peeking on my boyfriend like some pervert. It’s the same thrill one gets rolling yards…something Jonny and I had done to poor Mrs. Kelton — our perpetually befuddled Calculus instructor just a week ago. Lord, the toilet paper looked so awful strung up in her trees.

There was light shining through the sliding doors that led from the deck to the kitchen area. I was pretty sure if I went to the far left side of the doors — I could see into the living room. Finally, I felt, I would get a handle on Jonny’s damned ‘family obligations.’

The light made it easy to wind my way through the clutter of their backyard patio and the deck — lawn chairs, a rolled up garden hose on wheels, the gas grill that was the pride and joy of Jonny’s father. Softly I crept up the steps of the deck, pausing whenever the boards creaked. I eased into the shadows at the edge of the sliding glass doors and slowly knelt down. There were lights on in the kitchen and in the living room. From outside my vision was a bright glare that I was sure was from the big screen television they kept in there.

Someone moved out of the kitchen past me and I ducked back, momentarily surprised, then moved to see who it was and got a bigger surprise. It was Jonny’s mother, Nikki and aside from some stiletto high heels, she was completely naked! I watched her backside, her butt cheeks firm and tight swaying as she walked into the carpeted living room — the high heels helping define and draw attention to her shapely calves. She had a goblet of what I guessed was white wine in her hands.

I clamped a hand across my gaping mouth — stifling any gasp or giggle I might have made seeing my boyfriend’s mother stark naked. I held my breath, wondering what I might see next. Nikki and her husband, David must have been having a romantic night alone which made me wonder where the hell my boyfriend was. Nikki held my attention as she came to the low slung sofa and eased herself down, now facing me, revealing her nakedness in all its glory.

I had always assumed that Nikki’s large breasts stayed upright with lots of help from a heavy-duty bra, but I was impressed to see her heavy breasts, sagging just a little, huge, gourd shaped tits that sat proudly on her chest, capped by thick nipples the size of large, ripe grapes. Her stomach was nearly as flat as mine and her vulva was covered by a light fleece of blondish pubic hair and did little to hide her arousal. Long, swollen lips flowered out, blossoming as she bent her knees and spread her thighs wider. Her lips moved as her eyes were fixed on someone out of sight, presumably standing in the hallway that led to the front sitting room and the stairs that led to the bedrooms upstairs.

I never really considered myself into women before, but I felt a tickle of wetness and fire between my legs as I looked at my boyfriend’s mom, sitting so…so, sexually just a few feet away.