It Started At The Pool – Part 3

It Started At The Pool – Part 3

I you haven’t read the first two installments, you might want to do so to get the background of what
has transpired with Greg, Cindy, her daughter Jen, and her friend Diane.

Part 3 finds Cindy justifiably concerned about her daughter’s confessed attraction/desire for Greg.
Jen is back in school, and Cindy’s been home for a month and things have largely returned to normal.
However, a new complication has arisen with Cindy’s next business trip, because she’s been asked
by her company to stay away for an entire week, including a weekend. Cindy finally told him about
what transpired between her and Jen, and is concerned enough about her upcoming trip to consider
leaving her high-powered job to protect her relationship with Greg – from her own daughter.

To Take a Trip.

Cindy and I went to the kitchen and poured ourselves a few cocktails, decided to sit in the living
room, enjoy our drinks, and determine what we wanted for dinner. Jen was already on the sofa,
reading with her feet up, under a blanket. She smiled at us as we came to join her, and made room
on the sofa for us. When her mom turned away Jen looked at me and stuck her tongue out playfully,
and then went back to reading.

We started to think about what we wanted for dinner, and as the discussion went on we determined
that we all wanted something different. Hence, we decided to go out for dinner. I went off to see
about making a reservation at one of the Italian places in town, as the women hung out in the living
room. The first reservation I could get was for a few hours out, and it would only take 20 minutes to
get there, so we had some time.

I walked back into the living room, and the two of them went silent. “Everything ok?” I asked. “Yes”
came the reply in unison. “Great – our reservation isn’t until 8:00, and that gives us an hour and a
half before we have to think about leaving, so I’m going to head down to my office and check on my
email, and read up on a few things”, I said. “Ok” came from the two of them so I grabbed my drink and
headed downstairs.

I was just finishing up with some correspondence when Jen showed up at the door of my office. I turned
to see her leaning in the doorway. Jen was wearing a nice skirt that accented her curves gracefully,
and I was pleased to see her dressed like a woman and wearing stockings (they were casual, but nice).

“What can I do for you?” I asked.

Her looked instantly changed to that of a lusty vixen, and she opened her mouth and ran her tongue
around her lips as if she was working over the head of a dick, and then said “there’s something I’d
like to do to you…”. I sighed at her and said “Did you know you’re mother is upset enough at you to
consider leaving her job so she won’t have to travel anymore?” “Yes” she replied “she just told me.”
“And how do you feel about that?” I asked her. “Like an idiot”, she said, “If she quits her job, and is
home all the time, then it’ll be difficult to…”, and then she lifted her dress to show me she was wearing
high gartered stockings under her skirt, without any panties. My eyes were instantly riveted between her
legs (my god, she is beautiful, and such a slut!), and when I looked up she was smiling. I told her “cheer
up, you can still do that, but it would then likely be without my involvement. You’ll have to either find a
boyfriend, or otherwise continue with Diane, or find some other option. Where’s your mother?”.

“She went into her office (one of the unused upstairs bedrooms) to make some phone calls.” she said.
“So she told you that she was going to consider leaving work because of you – how did you respond?”
I asked. Jen replied, “I told her that she shouldn’t worry about it, that I’d be away at school most of the time,
and that I had another interest anyway”. “Oh? What interest is that?” I asked. “Diane, but I certainly didn’t
tell mom. I think she’d hit the roof” she replied. “Ya know, at this point, I think she might be almost relieved,
because that would lift a lot of pressure from her”, I told her. Jen looked at me, clearly unimpressed, “I am
not in love with Diane. I enjoy having sex with her, and she clearly enjoys sex with me, but you might recall
she did sort of leave me for a boyfriend, and I don’t see how I can love a woman romantically. For that I
need a man – I had never been attracted to women before Diane and I got loaded and carried away with
each other. Where I really like her, and think she’s beautiful, I think what I like about her is that her body,
in many ways, looks just like mine. We’re about the same size and can virtually fit into each others clothes –
its almost like having sex with myself. I do love her, but thats as a friend, albeit a very, very close one”.

“So, do you find other women attractive?” I asked. “I don’t know. I do notice them and I suppose now that
you ask I measure them against myself more carefully. Maybe I do. But I have no interest in them
romantically.” “Fine, so has your mother decided what she’s going to do about this trip?” I asked. ” I think
she’s mulling it over” was the reply, adding “when I told her I had another interest she looked relieved, and
wanted me to tell her about it. But for obvious reasons I couldn’t go there, and told her it was someone at
school, which is true”. “All right, why don’t you head back upstairs and study or read before we go, as it
won’t help your mother if she finds you alone with me”, I said.

I turned around to my computer to end the conversation, when Jen said “Greg?”, and when I turned around
there was Jen, smiling, bent over with her skirt up, legs wide, perfect ass and pussy exposed, with a finger
buried to the knuckle in her pussy. “Go!” I said. She straightened up, smiled over her shoulder, and headed
up the stairs. I sat there with my brain in a turmoil with what I had just seen. Now its true that I had seen all of
her before, but now I hadn’t seen her naked in a month, and seeing this young, tight-bodied near
nymphomaniac exposing herself to me caused tremors in my brain and crotch that shook me to the core.
Certainly, I got to see her extraordinary mother (who easily fit into her daughters clothes), who was in
outstanding shape, had a high sex drive, and internal muscles that made my innards jump when she squeezed me, all the time. But variety is supposed to be a good thing. In theory anyway.

My mind stirred on this topic for a while, and soon it was time to leave, so I shut down my computer and went
upstairs. I added a freshener to my drink and strolled into the bedroom, where Cindy was already putting
street clothes on, and she seemed kind of buoyant. She was standing with her back to me and saw me in
the mirror and softly sang out “hi sweetie”. Then she pulled her sweatshirt off and bent over at the waist,
which (as usual) took my breath away. I walked up behind her as she reached for her bra and held her
close, and gave her a lingering kiss on the back of the neck, which visibly brought up goose bumps all over
her, and walked over to my bureau to select some clothes to wear. I took off my clothes and was putting on
some slacks when Cindy came over to me from behind and held herself to me, kissed the back of my
neck, gave my cock a quick squeeze and smiled at me as she walked out of the bedroom, grabbing a set of
pearls on her way out. I finished dressing and followed her into the living room, where Jen was wearing the
same skirt and waiting for us.

We went to dinner, and were seated in a small corner booth, Cindy on my right and Jen on my left. After
ordering a round of cocktails and a bottle of wine (to have with dinner), Cindy excused herself and went to
the powder room. I was sipping my drink when Jen reached over, ran her hand up my leg, and squeezed
my dick the second Cindy was out of sight, and I almost spilled my drink. “Jesus, don’t do that – we’re in
public!” I whispered. She just smiled and whispered back “no one can see – the tablecloths are too long”.
“How does that matter? if your mother comes back and finds me hard she’s going to wonder why” I
whispered back. “Really? Are you telling me she’d check you in a place like this? Does she do things
to arouse you in public?” she asked. “Thats none of your business” I whispered back. Just then I
brushed my salad fork off the table with my elbow, and it landed between us on the upholstered bench of
the booth. I reached down to get it, when Jen got it first and took it away before I reached it, and moved
her hand between her legs. I reached for her hand, but she took mine, pulled it between her legs, and
held it to her bare pussy, and I could plainly feel her excitement.

I retrieved my fork from her hands as she was laughing, but only after she’d smeared my hand with her
wetness. I put the fork back in its proper place on the table, caught the aroma of “Eau D’Pussy” on my hand,
gave Jen a frown and got up to head for the men’s room just as we saw Cindy on her way back to our
table. While I was working my way out of the booth, I’d managed (much to Jen’s amusement) to reposition
my now hard cock so it wasn’t as obvious and headed for the washroom, with my sport jacket buttoned.
As Cindy and I passed each other, I turned to her as I caught her eye and she smiled at me. I returned her
smile, and ran my eyes up and down her figure and gave her a friendly but very quiet “I want to bounce your
bones” kind of grunt as I went on my way. Once in the washroom, I scrubbed my hands thoroughly, allowed
my hard-on to subside, took a leak, and washed my hands again.

Dinner was great, and finished uneventfully. We went home, watched a little tube, and went to bed. I
got in first, and held the covers open for Cindy as she slid into bed with me. She was wearing only a
very sheer silk night-shirt that hugged her figure. She lay down next to me (I usually sleep naked) and
the feeling of the silk and her warmth was really nice. I rolled onto my side, and traced the contour of her
body with my fingers. She reached over and pushed the light switch, leaving only a small reading lamp
on, and then turned over and pulled me to her. We kissed deeply and calmly, and ran her hands over me
as she reached for my now partially hard member, and whispered “I was aroused by how you looked at
me, along with that little grunt you gave me at the restaurant.” “You arouse me” I answered back. She
pulled away and turned to her nightstand, pulled a bottle of lube out, and applied it to herself. She then
rolled me on my back and pulled her nightshirt up, straddling me. She took my almost-hard cock in her
hand and rubbed it against her pussy as she kissed me, slowly taking me inside of her. I lay there with
her on top of me, feeling her inner muscles as they flexed and massaged me. She started slowly moving
herself along my shaft and I could feel her breasts and nipples rubbing against my chest. I looked at
her and she had her face up and eyes closed with a look of serene pleasure on her face. I rolled her
over, taking care to stay embedded, and slowly took her to the moon. When her orgasm arrived her body ,
shuddered and grasped and squeezed my cock, and I came a few seconds later. We lay together, as all
was right with the world in that moment.

Cindy got up to get a glass of water, and as she walked away I could see the telltale evidence of our
activities on the back of her nightshirt. She was out the door before I could say anything. I heard her
and Jen in the hall saying something, and she was soon back in the room with glasses of water for the
both of us. After a few sips, Cindy hit the button for the nightlight, and as I was lying on my back, she
draped her arm over me and nuzzled my neck. I put my arm over her so she could rest her head on
my shoulder. Then she whispered, “Jen told me she’s found a new interest at school”. “Really? what’s
that?” I whispered back. “Who that is is more like it, and thats more important” she said. “Oh… did she
elaborate on who? Who’s the lucky guy?” I asked. “She didn’t say, but apparently its someone she’s
known for a while. Perhaps I don’t need to worry as much as I thought, now that she has a new
distraction” she whispered. “So have you decided what you’re going to do?” I asked. “Well, if she starts
spending weekends away from home with any regularity, I’ll know she’s fully occupied, and I’ll feel safe”
she said. “What are you going to do with this trip they want you to take?” I said, “thats coming up pretty
soon isn’t it? You’ll have to make travel plans, and so on.”

She whispered back “they made arrangements for me to go, but if I’m going to pull out I’ll have to do it
soon.” “Whatever you feels best. I certainly love it when you’re here, but where my career allows me
to mostly be around home, I accept that you have a life, a career, and your priorities. I can’t decide
that for you – and unless you ask me for an opinion I’m only here to listen and support you” I said. Cindy
whispered “I know and appreciate that. So I”ll ask you, what do you think I should do?”.

Damn it. Me and my big mouth! I opened myself up to this. So I thought about it and told her “You’ve
got to do what you feel is right inside. I’m old enough to take care of myself”. “But would you be able
to stay away from her if she did something aggressive? Do you find her attractive?” she asked. “Do
you mind if I turn the light back on?” I asked. “No, why?” she asked. I turned the light back on and
picked up the photograph of her and Jen together that was taken in the summer, that showed them both
to advantage, and showed it to her.

“Does this answer your question?” I asked. She looked at it and asked what my point was. I poked her in
the ribs and smirked at her and said “that is the point. You aren’t looking very hard. My dear, I admire
your brains and your beauty, but this is one occasion where I’m at a loss as to where your powers of
observation went. I’ll keep this simple: the family resemblance between you and Jen is astonishing.
She obviously is her mother’s daughter, you have the same hair, same body shape, and you might
recall, that I called you Jen when I met you at the pool. I thought you were her, right? You fit into her
clothes and she fits into yours. Lets be realistic, if I didn’t find her attractive, how could I possibly be
attracted to you? I wouldn’t be much of a man if I weren’t acutely aware that she’s a lovely young lady,
would I? And I know you’re proud of her and would think I was insane if I somehow thought otherwise.
Am I wrong?”.

“The family resemblance thing is obvious – people have told us both that before.