If you are new to my stories, I recommend that you read
Neighborhood Moms and Daughters
and then
More Neighborhood Moms and Daughters
prior to getting into this story. It will help you with the characters and their motivations.
Jordan's activity is discovered by her mother leading to confrontation with Ray. It is resolved and leads Ray to a unique Halloween party with a servant auction.
There is less focus on some of the main characters from my first two stories. I will return to them in my next story. If you ignore the references to the old characters, you can read this more as a stand-alone story.
Many thanks to
kenjisato
who is my editor and made this better. This is my first story to have a total edit and it made an enormous difference. Kenjisato did quick work.
This is my entry into the 2021 Literotica Halloween story contest. Please vote, favorite, and/or follow me. I appreciate comments and feedback.
All characters are 18 years of age or older.
Chapter 1: Mom finds out what daughters have been up to.
I was back at work after a wild night of sex with Sarah, her sister Jordan, and Samantha. I was grinding through meetings with my sales and marketing teams. We were launching a new product next week, that would make us a much larger player in the aerospace industry. As head of sales, I was leading the charge with customers. I couldn't take phone calls, but had received texts from all the girls that morning. During lunch, I caught up.
Samantha, my close friend Teena's daughter, was heading back home to better understand what was happening with her parents.
Sarah, a model, and the older sister to Jordan, was flying to a photo shoot in New York. She was now shooting major fashion magazine covers and was on a short list to model for Victoria's Secret. The image in my mind was of me tit fucking her and blowing my load all over her face and mouth. I don't think I will see that on a magazine cover any time soon.
Jordan, the younger sister, had nothing going on today and texted me a lewd picture of herself with descriptions of what she wanted to do.
I had to shut down Jordan as it was a work phone, and I could lose my job over the image she sent. She sent a pouty face emoji and asked when she might see me again. I said that this week, I was traveling to meet customers and wouldn't be back until next week. More pouty face emojis came back at me.
My other personal conversation today was with Teena who was having difficult times getting her husband, Rick, to accept the changes that she wanted. He was in denial of his own shortcomings and had not accepted Teena's desire to leave the relationship. We were both worried about what he might do. If things got too hot in the house, she was open to stay with her friend, Denise.
I had also contracted with a security specialist, Jeff, to get information on Rick. Jeff was hopeful that he would have information within a week.
I was leaving for Seattle tomorrow. I left work early, grabbed dinner on the way home. Once home, I cleaned up from the night before with clean sheets and promptly fell asleep by 6:00pm, as last night had finally taken its toll.
At around 9:00pm, I woke up to knocking at my door, along with repeated ringing of the doorbell. I groggily got out of bed and headed downstairs in the shorts I had fallen asleep in.
I opened the door to be confronted by Marie, Sarah's and Jordan's mother, who was looking angry, holding onto Jordan's arm, who had her head down. Marie stormed into the house with her diminutive daughter in tow without being invited in.
My stomach was doing cartwheels as I had done many kinky acts with her daughters the night before.
After entering, she turned in the entryway and said, "Ray, I know we don't know each other well. Marnie, your daughter, was a good friend of Sarah's until they went to college a couple of years ago. I know that you lost your wife recently and we are all sorry for your loss."
I nodded in agreement, knowing this was not the reason for their visit.
Marie pushed on with one hand on her hip, "Samantha was with our girls last night. I could hear that they were up to something, but wrote it off to girls just having fun. I did, however, do a bit of digging today after I dropped Sarah at the airport. I grabbed Jordan's phone at dinner and was horrified to see that they had all come here last night; and that there was clearly some sexual activity going on. What do you have to say for yourself?"
I was quickly waking up and getting my wits about me. Jordan still had her head down, so there was no indication of what Marie knew about the details. I went with a minimalist answer to see if she would reveal more information.
"Marie, Sarah, and Samantha did come over here last night and eventually, so did Jordan. Nothing illegal happened and they all did this without my encouragement."
Marie stormed, "What exactly happened last night? Jordan sent some provocative texts today. She won't say anything about last night, but I can read between the lines."
Marie knew none of the details from last night and only had Jordan's text messages from today. I racked my brain to remember what they had said. I remembered that she had repeatedly talked about my big cock and that she wanted it in all her holes. Jordan had also sent a nude selfie with a big dildo in her mouth. Just thinking about that lewd shot made my cock stir.
I was gaining some confidence and responded after thinking it through, stating, "What happened last night is between me and the consenting adults that were there."
"Jordan lives under my roof and barely qualifies as an adult. We have had many challenges with her and don't need neighbors corrupting her."
I went back at her and said, "You are treating her like a child; it will only lead to more resentment and having her lash out with bad behavior. Look at how you are treating her now--dragging her over here by the arm and talking about her like she isn't even here. Have some respect for her decisions and actions and maybe start a conversation--instead of accusing, spying, and demanding."
At this, Marie took a step back and released Jordan's arm. She wasn't used to being confronted, and was now on shaky ground.
Jordan rubbed her arm where her mom had gripped it and finally looked up. She looked at me with the hint of a smile. I hadn't betrayed her trust.
Marie said, "Okay, mister smarty pants. What would you do if you found similar messages and THAT picture on your daughter's phone to a much older man?"
"First, I would never betray my daughter's trust by snooping on her phone," I said. "Secondly, if I had become aware of that, it would drive an adult two-way conversation with her. I wouldn't storm over here and accuse a third party, at least not without talking to her first."
Marie calmed down and took a big breath and looked at Jordan and asked, "So let's say Ray is right, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Jordan was silent for what seemed like an eternity as she was clearly thinking. I was impressed by this. In pressure situations, it is always better to collect your thoughts before you speak.
