The downpour had just about turned into a drizzle when Zee drove into her street. He entered their stuccoed driveway and honed his horn as he came to a stop. At that moment the front door opened and out came a young girl and a young lad, both locked in conversation just as Zee got down from his car. The young girl turned from her companion and looked at his direction and almost immediately her eyes lit up with recognition. The young girl was Carmen, Minx's twenty year old daughter. She departed from the pleading features of the guy she was with and came over to hug Zee.
"Zee! Long time no see!" she wrapped her arms affectionately around him. Zee did the same thing, enjoying the feel of her budding breasts behind her tank top for a moment before pulling away from her; he saw that she'd studded her tongue.
She was a younger and beautiful version of her mother: thick brown hair, high cheek bones with a pair of perfect lips. Her lips looked just ripe enough to handle a good dick, what with that perfect smile of hers, Zee thought to himself. He couldn't help checking the curve of her hips in the pair of jeans she had on as they walked away from his ride.
"Carmen, you're looking lovelier than a rose. How're you doing, girl?"
"I'm fine, thanks. We haven't seen you in a while; I thought you were out of town."
"Busy bee, that who I be. Why you think I was out of town?"
"Because I stopped by your place last Monday. You here to see Mom?"
"Oh yeah." He noticed the guy she was with standing alone with himself, looking like a love-sick puppy that's been left under the rain. He didn't ask who he was, she caught the hint.
"His name's Jerry," she whispered into his ear.
"Your boyfriend?" he whispered back the question.
"No, but wants to be." She turned towards the young man. "Hey, Jerry, come over here let me introduce you to someone."
Zee noted the way she called the young man over: such a command, much the same sort of voice her mom used on her dad when in his cuckold stance. Jerry shuffled over to meet them and she introduced him to Zee. Already a wimp in the making, Zee thought at the same time felt sorry for the young lad.
"How's it hanging, Jerry?" Zee said as he shook his hand.
"Uh ... everything's fine, sir," Jerry mumbled.
"Yeah, everything looks fine already," Zee muttered.
Carmen dismissed Jerry, told him she would see him at school tomorrow. Jerry muttered goodbye to her and then took off. Zee took a last look at the kid as he went scurrying down the street and couldn't stop himself from laughing.
"That's some lad you've got there," he said to Carmen. "He seems to worship you already."
"Yes, he does. He used to follow me around in school, always trying to ask me out on a date. I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he says he doesn't care. You're all the boyfriend that I need. But I'm still mad at you."
"Mad at me for what?"
"You know." She held up his hand and his palm with her fore finger; Zee got the hint. "Know what I mean now?" she asked him mischievously.
"I do know what you mean. But your mom told me to keep clear until she figures you're ready. Besides that, you know where my pad is, you can drop by anytime you want."
"That's what I did last week but you weren't around. I asked mom and she told me you'd gone out of town."
"You could have given me a call. Much better than dropping by unexpected."
"I wanted to surprise you that way," she said. "I was free from school and really wanted to crash at your place."
"We can still make it happen this weekend then. You can and stay through it if you want."
"Yeah, that really would be nice. I might even bring a friend along."
The front door came open and standing there was Minx's husband, Tom. He was fifty-five years old, gut-bellied with a bald plate on his head. He moved aside or Zee to enter his homeβa white slave in servitude.