The Lady from Church_(0)

Chapter 1: The Lady from Church

I know it’s not the normal way to start a story like this, but I met her at church. She wasn’t stunning by any means, and neither am I, but she was good looking and fit. I guessed she was a little older than me, and her nose was a little crooked, but her ass filled her jeans well and she always wore nice tops that accentuated her body.

What really caught my attention were the girls. She had three daughters with her, none of which paid much attention to the service. The oldest one was definitely not wearing a bra and made sure it was apparent to everyone, the next one was wearing a soccer outfit, and the youngest just tried to get their attention with jokes and faces. That wasn’t what caught my eye though, what was most interesting was that they all had different hair colors. While the mom was a dishwater blonde, her oldest was a brunette, the middle was bright blonde, and the youngest was a redhead.

While they definitely caught my attention, three cute teenagers with an attractive mom suddenly showing up in church, I didn’t really think that much about it. Sure, I was recently divorced and was getting a little bored with Tinder, but I was fine staying in my world and not rocking the boat. I had a great job that paid me very well and a good house, plus plenty of activities to keep me active in the California sun. I probably didn’t need the mess of dealing with 4 girls anyways.

She kept coming to church for the next few weeks, always the same story. She listened intently to the pastor while her girls goofed off in the pew. I’m not sure if she was just ignoring them or had learned not to notice their antics. The oldest looked to be about 17 or 18, so she definitely should have known better. She had a nice full body without the pudgy physique of a girl who had gained the freshman 15. The other two girls, if not for the wildly different hair colors, could have been twins. I assumed they were about 14 or 15 by the looks of their bodies. The athletic one had the legs of a woman, but her upper body still looked young and the dimples and freckles made her seem even younger. The redhead was by far the cutest but still hadn’t formed any of the feminine features associated with maturity.

It was Tuesday night and I decided to try out a new Bible study…it wasn’t like I was busy most Tuesdays. I knew a couple of the people and said my hellos then sat down waiting for it to start. Then she walked in. Her body was really amazing for somebody over 40, and she must have known it. She didn’t go braless like her daughter, but it was obvious her boobs were a real C cup, and they still held themselves up. Her top hugged a stomach that was definitely tight, and went down to some hip hugging jeans that showed off a pair of shapely legs. She chatted with the hosts and sat down, seemingly oblivious to me staring at her.

After the hour was up I started to head out, hoping to avoid awkward conversation with some of the members. As I got to the door somebody grabbed my upper arm lightly. I turned to see her, looking up at me. She was about 5’9” with her heels on, and she kept her hand on my bicep even as I turned around.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name” she offered as a first line.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that. I guess we didn’t do introductions. I’m Darren” and held out my hand to shake.

Her hand didn’t move from my arm, and instead she grasped my hand awkwardly with her left. “I’m Maria. I’m really glad we got a chance to meet finally. I’m new to the church…maybe we could get a quick coffee and you can help me out?”. She looked at me, almost pleading, with her hands still touching me.

“Ummm…sure. I’m not real ingrained with the church but I’ve been going here for a number of years, so maybe I can help.”

“Thanks!” she said more enthusiastically than I expected. “Can we take your car and then we can pick mine up on the way back?”

“Ummm…sure” I said for the second time. I didn’t realize then that I’d be saying that a lot.

We drove to a local coffee joint that had stand-up comedy and music. I told her a little about my background and why I had picked this church and a little about how I saw the church and some of the main members. Maria explained she had just recently moved to town and that she was having a hard time with the girls and thought church might help.

“Yeah, I noticed they seemed to be a handful.”

“Oh, you noticed them? Oh my God, is it really that bad? What the fuck am I going to do with them? Oh shit…did I just say fuck?”

She seemed to be getting flustered and put her hand on my leg, farther from the knee than I would have expected.

“Oh, it’s okay. We’re both adults here. I let fly with an occasional fuck too.”

She scooted closer to me and her hand inched up my leg. “I let fly with an occasional fuck too” she said, looking at me seriously and giving away her true intentions.

It took me less than 3 minutes to pay and get back to the car with her. Once inside, I turned and sighed, gathering my courage. It was unnecessary, she was going to give me all the courage I needed. Her hand slid all the way to my cock, hardening steadily in my pants.

“I’m sorry Darren. I don’t mean to be so forward, but I’ve caught you looking at me in church and in the Bible study. And you know how hard it is to find a good Christian guy my age that is in good shape and can carry a conversation?”

“Well no, but that’s not really my type”, I said, trying to ease my nerves with some humor.

“Let’s go”, she said, ignoring my awkwardness and starting to unbutton my pants.

Five minutes later I completed the ten minute drive home. Somehow she had managed to get my cock out and had started to work it well. And by well, I mean porn star expert level. When I pulled into the garage, I could feel the head of my cock squeezed by her throat and her tongue licking my right nut. I was almost fully hard and she hadn’t come up for air since she got me in her mouth. It felt amazing, as her swallowing moved the muscles to massage the portion of my cock that was blocking her airway. After the garage door came down she finally came up for air.

She popped her head up and looked around, “Nice place!”

I led her in and walked her towards my room, my cock hard, wet, and poking out of my pants. When we got to the room I wasted no time, I wanted to see the body I’d been ogling instead of confessing my sins. Her top flung to the side, I reached around to snap off the bra. Her boobs carried enough weight that there was a sag to them, but they were firm and proud and inviting. I licked one and then the other, rubbing her hardening nipple between my lips and eliciting a moan.

She dropped down and pulled my pants off the rest of the way, my cock starting her straight in the face. I know I don’t have the biggest cock, but it’s relatively long and quite thick, and no previous girl has ever deepthroated me. My ex? Definitely not…she thought oral sex was just a quick step before a quick fuck. But Maria…without hesitating she positioned my head in her mouth, then slid forward and made it disappear. Somehow she still had room to stick her tongue out and play with my balls. That got me worked up in a hurry, and I could feel it as I stretched deeper into her throat.

She must have decided I was hard enough, because she got up and started undoing her pants. I tried to help but she pushed me back onto the bed. She shimmied out of her pants, showing a bright blue pair of lace panties, allowing a peek at a neatly trimmed bush. She turned around so I could see her ass, outlined by the thong and showing just a tiny hint of cellulite. She spread her legs a little, grabbed the sides of her underwear, and slowly pulled them down to her ankles as she bent over. Two feet in front of my face was a gorgeous pussy and asshole begging to be taken. I hesitated again.

“You aren’t one of those guys that doesn’t know what to do with a girl, right?”

“Umm…sure!”

I hopped off the bed and let my hands caress her hips, thinking I’d ease into it.

“Do you normally need a written invitation? I’d like to start fucking sometime tonight.”

Maria was being awful blunt, but I suppose that’s her prerogative. I grabbed her hips tighter and lined myself up. Standing in her heels her pussy was the perfect height. My head poked against her flesh, trying to find her entrance. After a little wiggling from both of us I could feel the wetness and warmth that let me know I was there. Thinking she had been asking for it I pushed forward hard.

She was surprisingly tight for a woman her age with kids. Only my head slipped through, despite the obvious lubrication she was creating. I decided I needed to go slower, so I wouldn’t ruin the feeling for both of us. I backed out a bit, letting her juices coat the tip, then slid back in farther. I could feel her muscles relax as I pushed in. A few more back and forths and I was almost completely in. She was starting to breathe heavy, still doubled up and holding her ankles. I pulled back till just my tip was inside and paused, waiting for it.

*whimper*

I was big enough that girls knew when I filled them. The stretch of the opening and the pressure on their womb made them want more. She knew she wasn’t filled completely, and that I had the control. So she whimpered, trying from her awkward angle to get more of me inside. After pausing long enough that her legs started shaking with anticipation, I gripped harder and thrust in fully. That was what she was waiting for. I know because she rewarded me with a spray of cum against my balls and down our legs. I pulled back and drove it in again, only to get more. She was obviously a squirter and I was hitting the right spot. I kept rocking into her, building up a noticeable wet spot on the carpet. The guttural moans and convulsions let me know she was on to her second or third orgasm, and would start getting faint soon. I sped up a little, pistoning my slick cock into her hole till I felt it building in my balls. After warning her and getting nothing but a moan in response, I thrust in and felt the first shot course the length of my cock. It was enough to send her completely over the edge. Her knees gave out and she was supported completely by my cock and hands, and a thick spray squeezed out of her around my cock onto anything nearby. I pulsed a few times, filling her, then started to withdraw.

*whimper*

I was used to this. Her nerve endings had just been stretched and pressured, and she was feeling empty. I grabbed her and held her in place as I slowly let my engorged head slide across her vagina till it finally squeezed out. A moment later my thick white seed started to leak out too, coating her clit and heading down her thighs. I continued to hold her in place, knowing she was still getting sensations from all of this.

After a few minutes I let her go. She stood up and leaned against the wall, her hand absentmindedly rubbing her pussy lips.

“That was amazing. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was using you as a dildo, but it’s been a while since I was fucked completely by somebody who knew what they were doing.” She apologized.

“Oh no, I was going to apologize too. Your pussy felt so good that I just had to use it. I couldn’t really stop myself.”

“I would have killed you if you stopped. Can I clean up a bit?” She brought the hand that had been rubbing her pussy, slick with a combo of our juices, up to her mouth and licked a drip.

“Umm…sure.”

Chapter 2: Maria’s story

She came out of the bathroom, naked except for the heels. She straddled me at the edge of the bed, her pussy pushing against my softening cock.

“I want to tell you something, and I hope it doesn’t scare you. Don’t…don’t stop me please. I like you and I think you should know.”

She sat there confident in her body, not shy that we were so close we were touching. It was something new to me. Even with the lights on she made no effort to hide herself.

“I went through a bad patch in my life. I had my oldest, Lindsey, when I was 19. My boyfriend had been serious about us until there was another mouth to feed, then he bounced. I found a good paying job but I couldn’t get past the betrayal. So I changed…I started punishing guys. And I was punishing myself. I started having rough sex…very rough. My nose was broken by a guy after I punched him in the middle of an orgasm. I started inviting guys to come over, only to invite another who would come in while we were fucking. They might fight each other, they might fight me, they might both leave. I didn’t care…I just wanted to cause pain. I fucked a lot, any guy I could get. Married guys, sleazy guys, a guy on the street that looked at me. I couldn’t tell you who the dads are for my other 3 girls, although I can guess the redhead. I’m pretty sure I fucked three guys the night I got pregnant with Amanda, and don’t think I saw any of them again. And I started pushing myself to do things, even if they hurt. I’d let guys fuck my ass without lube, until I could barely walk. I’d deepthroat the biggest black cocks I could find, till I could barely talk. It got really bad.”

She stopped, looking me in the eyes. I could tell she was on the verge of tears.

“I’ve done the type of porn you can’t find on normal sites. Things so large they shouldn’t even fit. Girls treating me like their slave. But it didn’t matter. No matter how much I punished myself, I would come home to see my smiling girls, and the world was okay. And honestly, I liked it. I’d have a cock up my ass and another down my throat so far I couldn’t breathe, and I’d be squirting so much they’d need to bring extra towels. I once came just from nipple clamps.”

By this point I was hard again. Maria lifted herself up and slid back on me, sighing contentedly. She continued as she ground against my pelvis.

“I’m telling you this because I like you. And your cock. And I don’t want you to find out any other way. I want you to know that I found God and have tried to change. We moved here to change, so I could make a good life for me and the girls. And I’d like to find someone to be a part of it, who also likes sex, and wants to grow with me. Think you can do that?”

With that she pushed me back on the bed and started bouncing, impaling herself deep, my balls slapping against her ass. A stream of cum started squishing out, spraying my belly and her ass. She cried out and dropped down hard, rocking slowly as her orgasm crested. I let her peak subside and sat up.

“Maria, thank you for letting me know. And I will do my best not to judge your past, only our present. I am a very horny man, and as long as you’ll let me I’ll do what I can to keep us happy.”

I grabbed her ass, my index finger slipping over her puckered hole. I rocked her back and forth, grinding my cock deep in her, her clit rubbing my bone. I wanted to cum one more time, so that she knew I wasn’t scared about this relationship. At the tingling sensation in my balls, I stood up and pressed her against the wall, forcing myself deeper till I shot what was left of my seed. She had a last small orgasm, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Shall I take you home now?”

Chapter 3: The girls

Friday night I got a text from her that the girls were asleep and asking me to come over. I got there and she silently invited me inside, then led me to her bedroom. We were both having trouble keeping our hands off each other, and made out once we got to her bed. We were trying to be quiet, hoping the girls wouldn’t wake up. So sex was quiet and reserved compared to the night at my place, but a satisfying orgasm later we both passed out.

I woke up to an empty bed. Maria was gone, and I wasn’t sure whether to try to sneak out or not. I made myself presentable and started heading down the hallway. Unfortunately I didn’t know the layout of the house, and turned into a kitchen with three girls sitting at a high counter all looking at me and grinning.

“Say good morning to Mr. Hill girls”

“Good morning Mr. Hill, how was your night?”. Some giggling followed.

Maria was in the kitchen making some eggs and toast with sausage on the side for the girls. I offered to help. This seemed to shock her and the girls.

“Sure, can you get some OJ for all of us?”

I searched the cabinets and found an assortment of cups and glasses for the girls.

“Introduce yourselves” Maria was obviously trying to make sure this didn’t get too awkward.

“My name’s Amanda” said the older one first. She was still not wearing a bra, in a see thru white tank top and short jean shorts. Her nipples drove perfect little domes in the fabric.

“Where do you go to school Amanda?”

“Fremont High. I’m a senior this year”

“And where are you going next year?”

“Oh, college isn’t really my thing. I’m looking for something a little more fun, now that I’m legal.”

I tried to pretend I didn’t notice the hint. “You might be surprised Amanda. I’ll tell you some of my crazy college stories sometime. And who are you?” I looked at the blonde athlete. Her hair was in a ponytail with a headband, a full soccer outfit already for her day’s game.

“I’m Kelsie. I’m a sophomore at Fremont.”

“Oh nice, did you make the soccer team?”

“Yeah, I’m on the varsity team and play travel ball too. And I’m trying out for softball soon.”

“Nice, and you are?” The redhead was obviously the shyest, but also the most giggly. She tucked her head down, her cheeks turning red to match her hair but with a twinkle in her eyes.

“I’m Stacey, and I’m just a freshman.”

“What do you like to do Stacey?”

She looked down at her food, playing with it a little.

“Not a lot.” She mumbled mostly to herself.

“I’m sure you have some things you’re interested in, you can tell me later when you think of them.”

The girls were a little quiet, so I went back to Maria and helped her finish, we sat at the table to the side, eating in a somewhat awkward silence.

“How long are you going to stay around Mr. Hill?” Amanda asked.

“Well…I’m not sure.”

Her face started to drop. I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly.

“That’s really up to your mom. But she’s a great lady and I’d like to see her again.”

I noticed Stacey elbow her sister with a little smile on her face.

I helped Maria out a little around the house throughout the day. Kelsie headed out to her game, but the other girls mostly sat inside playing on their phones. I finally said something to her about how much of the burden she took on while we were taking care of the weeds outside.

“Well, they’re all I have left Darren. And I don’t want to risk upsetting them. Their older sister Lindsey doesn’t hang out here much, mostly because we don’t always see eye to eye.”

“Well they also should know that they have responsibilities to you, not just you taking care of them.”

“At this point it isn’t a big deal. I get what I can done.”

After a while I headed inside to use the bathroom. When I came out I went to the fridge to get something to drink. A hand rubbed my back while I was looking into the fridge.

“Need anything Mr. Hill?”

A little taken aback, I stepped to the side.

“Oh, just looking for something to drink Amanda. You know your mom and I are working hard outside, we could use your help.”

She slid her hand around my waist and traced my abs before grabbing lemonade out of the fridge.

“Sure Mr. Hill. Should I bring some lemonade out to you and help?”

“Umm…sure. I’ll see you out there.”

A few minutes later Amanda came out with the lemonades…and much less of her clothing. She had on a tiny triangle bikini top that showed off boobs that matched her mom’s but without the sag of child-rearing. And her small jean shorts, the type where the pockets hang lower than the material, were unbuttoned on the top showing a peak at a matching bikini bottom. She caught my hesitation and staring and smirked.

Maria seemed to not notice, or maybe didn’t care, and took the lemonade from her. As I reached for mine Amanda brought the glass into her cleavage, requiring me to brush her skin to grab the glass. The cold glass made a quick impression, leaving some goosebumps and a noticeable tenting of the thin bikini material as her nipples extended. She was doing her best to make things…hard…for me. I took a quick swig and turned back to the work at hand.

Her shadow let me know she was just inches from my shoulder. I turned to look up to find her crotch shading my face from the sun. She bent down towards me, her boobs overflowing from the bikini top.

“Anything I can help you with Mr. Hill?”

“Umm…any place you find weeds is a good place to start”, and pointed towards the tools.

“Yeah, I’m guessing we don’t want it too bushy, right?”

She reached over to grab a tool, stretching to the point her left breast fell out of the top. She looked at the exposed nipple, looked back at me looking at her, and began weeding half-heartedly.

Maria looked up and noticed. In a hushed breath she said “Amanda! Fix your top!” I’m guessing she was hoping I hadn’t noticed. At this I did look up, and boy, Amanda decided to give me a show. She slowly stood up, then seductively scooped her breast out of the top with her right hand, holding it out. She rubbed her fingers up to the nipple and pinched it, before reaching down and adjusting the bikini top to stop the peep show. While I’d been good about staying calm through her other little shenanigans, my cock stirred unwittingly at this blatant display. I tried to stay focused on my work to calm myself.

Amanda and the girls all came out for short periods, not providing too much assistance and mostly just bothering their mom. After a couple of hours in the sun we decided to clean up. I asked Maria if I could take a shower while she made lunch for the girls.

I was just starting to get a lather going when the door opened. Amanda’s brunette locks peeked around the door, then she came in. She walked up to the glass shower door as I tried to inconspicuously cover myself and she let me know that she had to use this bathroom and the other one was full, all while smiling broadly and eyeing my package. She took a few steps towards the toilet and pulled her shorts and bikini bottoms down to expose her neatly trimmed pussy.

“See?” she said, “I already weeded my bush! Hahaha”

She squatted on the toilet, watching me the whole time, and let loose a yellow stream. When she was done, she slowly dried herself, then spent extra time spreading her pussy lips and making a show to pat around it. She flushed and waddled to the sink with her shorts around her ankles before washing her hands. Only after she came back up to the glass shower door did she finally pull her bottoms up. With a kiss on the glass, one last look at my now rigid johnson, and a satisfied smile she left.

Chapter 4: Authority

Maria invited me to spend the night again, and after closing the door I had to speak up.

“Maria, I’m not sure how everything works in this household, so I don’t want to overstep my bounds. But the things Amanda has been doing go far beyond the playful line, and I don’t want to cause problems or make things uncomfortable for anybody.” I gave her a summary of the shower experience.

“Yes, she’s been getting a little out of control about boys lately. Keeps complaining that she’s still a virgin and that if I was a nicer mom I’d let her go out with boys. But I let her older sister Lindsey date young, and found out that she was having sex very early on. I tried to restrain her activities, but by that point it just caused more issues. I don’t know what to do to make sure that Amanda, or her younger sisters, don’t start getting into trouble. But I can’t lose any more of my girls!” She started silently crying.

“I don’t want you to do anything that doesn’t help you and the girls. But maybe it’s better if I stay away for a while and we hang out at my house instead?”

“No, I’ll have a talk with her. I want you…I mean, I like you, and I want to see you more, and I want you to have a relationship with the girls too. So tomorrow I’ll talk about her behavior. But now, what I really want is to forget about her and to do something about this!” With that she grabbed my bulge through my pants.

I assume because I had already met the girls that she was less worried about waking them, because tonight was not the silent sex from the night before. It was passionate and frenzied. She was tugging my clothes off faster than they could reasonably be removed and trying to get naked herself. My cock was deep in her mouth again and she was already working it back and forth as it grew. One hand was caressing my scrotum while the other was playing with herself. I pushed her back, knowing that she hadn’t experienced my tongue the way a proper girl should.

I started by nibbling the inside of her thighs, teasing her. Moving up to the crease in her hips, I allowed my cheek to brush her clit, eliciting an intake of breath and a few beads of fluid on her outer lips. As I swept across to the other side, I let my tongue run across her lips and clit, watching her ass clench at the sudden wet warm sensation. I then moved my tongue down to the bottom of her pussy and slooooowly worked it up to her clit, stopping to flick it at the end. I leaned in and sucked her clit into my mouth, using my tongue to run circle 8’s over it. Her hips started to buck as I continued to play with it, occasionally running my tongue back to her hole and lapping up the juices that were running onto my chin. Her hands flailed, looking for something to grab onto, eventually one grabbing my hair and the other her bedsheets. I toyed her clit with my tongue until the orgasm started, then leaned down and pushed my tongue as far into her as I could. I was rewarded by a scream and a copious amount of her nectar, spraying me in the face and mouth and running down her ass.

After her breathing relaxed, she apologized again. “Sorry, I can squirt from good orgasms, and that was one of the best I’ve ever had.”

“No problem Maria, sometimes it’s nice to know when you’re doing it right!” I smiled and wiped some of her juices from my cheek.

I stood up and grabbed her legs, ready to plunge into her now very wet pussy. She stopped me as I started to push in.

“No, that’s not where I want it tonight.” She grabbed my cock and moved it down to her asshole, using her fluids to lubricate both my cock head and her anus.

“Honestly Maria, I’ve never done anal before. I’m a little bigger than most, so I don’t want it to hurt.”

“Darren, if you knew the size of cocks I’ve had stuffed into my ass you wouldn’t be worried at all. But don’t worry, I can still squeeze very tight. If I need you to back off I’ll let you know. But right now, I need you to be a man and fuck my ass!” With that she grabbed both buttcheeks and spread herself as much as she could, giving me a little entrance to work with.

I pushed in, and similar to her pussy it was much tighter than I expected. She still had cum running out of her pussy, so as I slid each inch in the next portion would get lubed up. After watching her squirm for the first few inches she must have relaxed a bit, and I was able to slide in balls deep. The sensation was way different from sex I’d had before. There was no pressure at the tip that I normally felt, no bumping into things. Instead it was very tight around the base, with pressure applied along the length. It felt a little like masturbating, but without having to be the one doing the squeezing.

She must have been in heaven. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and her pussy was leaking non-stop. She would grasp at my hips to try to pull me in even deeper, scratching me with her nails. A non-stop stream of semi-intelligible curse words and demands were loud enough to definitely be heard by the girls. At some point she squeezed a little tighter, going through her own long orgasm and pushing me towards mine. With a heavy grunt I thrust deep and started squirting, which must have sent her orgasm even higher, as I was now gripped so hard I felt trapped. My cum pulsed deep inside her, warming my cock as her cum dripped out and warmed my balls before making a mess of the side of the bed and floor.

I pulled out slowly again, partly because it was difficult to move with her sphincter clenched around the base of my cock. As she stretched around the largest part she shuddered again, spraying my stomach with more pussy juice. A last pull and I was rewarded with the *whimper* that let me know she already missed being filled with cock. A mess of bodily fluids started to drain from her as she slumped on the bed.

With the last of her energy, she begged me “Please don’t ever stop fucking me like that!” and fell asleep.

Sunday morning was filled with showers and cleaning the room before we headed out to see the girls. When they saw me they all giggled and looked at each other, letting us know that Maria had definitely not been quiet and they had definitely not been asleep. I tried not to let on but could feel the burning in my cheeks of embarrassment.

“Mom, we’re starving! Maybe if you can get off Darren’s dick for a minute you could make us breakfast?” Kelsie blurted out.

It probably wasn’t my place, but this time I wasn’t going to let it go. “Kelsie, if I hear you speak to your mother in that tone of voice again your butt will be spanked so hard you won’t be able to sit down!” My voice reached a level I like to call “Bear mode”, where I make sure I’m the loudest thing in the room to scare them enough they can’t think straight. It worked. Kelsie’s eyes teared up and I saw her lip quiver.

“Whoa mom…what was that?” asked Stacey.

Fortunately, Maria played it well. “Kelsie, that type of language shouldn’t be allowed in this house, and I’m allowed to take some time for myself. So I’m sorry breakfast had to wait.”

“Girls, why don’t you start getting stuff out to help your mom with breakfast?” I suggested in a softer tone. I was somewhat shocked to see them all bound off of their barstools and grab stuff in an unorganized, unproductive, but nevertheless obedient effort.

After a nice breakfast I let Maria know I had to head home to take care of stuff. Both her and Amanda begged me not to go, but I told them I’d be back for dinner. I went home, put everything in order, grabbed a few changes of clothes and headed back. Despite some of the oddities, it was nice being in the house with people. Plus the girls were all cute and easy to hang out with, and the sex had been amazing. I hoped that Maria had a chance to speak to Amanda while I was gone.

Chapter 5: Gateway

Dinner was excellent. For a person with her past, Maria was a great homemaker and she seemed to be trying to spoil me. I knew that I needed to figure out some way to help her out, and felt like putting some pressure on the girls to pitch in more would be something I could take care of. As Maria got up to clear the table, I stopped her.

“Girls, it seems like your mom could use some help with the dishes?”

Although not quite as quickly as this morning, they all got up and started cleaning. Maria held my hand and smiled at me as the three girls moved about. At the end, the kitchen was a little bit of a mess but everything was put away in the dishwasher at least. Kelsie and Stacey went to start a movie, so I headed out to the couch. I sat down, and the two girls sat on either side of me, closer than needed on the large couch. Tangled started playing and Kelsie laid her head down in my lap. I tried to play it off but her head was resting right on my penis, and the blood in my cock mad it stiffen slightly. Stacey leaned onto my arm. It seemed a little inappropriate for a man my age to be watching cartoons with two young girls, but they seemed to be treating me like a dad or big brother. Kelsie’s head moved a little and I started to grow. I bolted up and told them I had to find their mom, who was no longer in the kitchen. Stacey giggled as I left.

I found both Amanda and her mom in Maria’s bedroom, talking seriously. I tried to close the door and leave but Maria stopped me.

“It’s okay, we’ve been talking about you and us and our family. I want you to know that everything is okay, and that we all think you’re wonderful. So please don’t take anything we say the wrong way.”

Amanda stood up and came towards me.

“We’ve decided that Amanda isn’t going to get any less horny if she isn’t allowed to have sex, but that it isn’t safe for her to be having sex with random boys from school. But the person we both trust is you.”

Amanda reached me and put her hand on my arm.

“So as long as you’re okay with it, what if YOU were the person she could go to and take care of her needs?”

I stopped as Amanda pulled me towards the bed.

“Maria, this is serious stuff. It means things for me, for you, for Amanda, for us, and for the other girls. Is this really something you want to do?”

“Darren, I am being serious. And trying to be smart. You are a loving, attentive man who means the world to me right now, and we just met. I think without this Amanda would just get more frustrated and eventually something horrible might happen. So please, if you love me, show my daughter what real love feels like.”

This time I moved when Amanda pulled me towards the bed.

“And Amanda, is this really what you want?” I asked, making sure to get consent out loud.

“Yes” she purred.

Maria headed towards the door, but stopped and came back to me.

“I love you Darren” she said as she kissed me on the cheek.