My dad and I were not really what you’d call close. Since mom and dad got divorced, I spent most of the time at moms and the occasional weekend at dads. They still seemed to be attracted to each other but had their own new friends and lovers as well. At the ripe old age of eighteen, I am still a couple of years away from that magic age when mom says I can start banging some girls. I already go to the chat rooms and, hell, all I have to do is go online and my Messenger Service fills up with chicks from school who can’t wait to get their hands on my six foot frame and 7 inch dick. But mom says I have to wait. At least she doesn’t try to block me from the cool sites with the naked babes and erotic stories; of course, it wouldn’t do her any good to try-I’d figure a way around anything she could put in my way.
Last weekend, however, things finally got interesting around the old house. My dad was over helping to patch mom’s roof and he promised to take me out to a local beach to cruise the babes. The beaches in this part of Florida are filled during Spring Break with honeys of all kinds. There are young teens getting their first taste of Florida Sun, old broads wrinkling under their beach umbrellas and everything in between. As we walked around the pier we literally stumbled upon a mother/daughter in matching bikinis and with nearly matching bodies.
Both were tall and lean, about 5’9” and about 130 lbs. The tight yellow elastic clung to their every curve and their nipples were already hard from the combination of sun, stares and dreams. I noticed them first and dad was just a second or two behind me, although he wasn’t watching where he was going, and when he stepped onto a shell on the edge of their blanket, he went crashing down onto the edge of their little staked-out area like a ton of bricks. He made some silly excuse and smiled at the girls who seemed to be amused that he had been so distracted that he didn’t even notice them.
We all got to chat and discovered that the mom was also recently divorced and the daughter went to the same high school I did. She was even in one of my classes. One thing led to another and soon the girls offered to walk us back to our car and put a Band-Aid on my dad’s (slightly) cut foot. I couldn’t help but notice that the elder Sue (also the daughter’s name) seemed to be steadying one hand pretty far up my dad’s thigh as the other cleaned off his foot. The bulge in Big Rick’s trunks said that he must have noticed too.
Since it was several miles to dad’s house and only a couple of minutes to my mom’s I asked the girls if they would like to come on over to “my” place for something to eat. It seemed like the least we could do to repay them for their nursing and attention. They agreed and, since mom was out to the store, I let us in and made everybody comfortable in the Living Room. Well, we had barely gotten in the front door when “little” Sue brushed her hand across the front of my tight trunks and asked me quietly if there was someplace we could go to get away from the old folks. “How about my bedroom?” I asked innocently.
“That sounds great!” was all she had to say and we slipped off to my room and closed the door. The door had barely closed and I turned around to see that both of her high beams were shining at me while her bikini-top was lying in the corner of my room.