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The story thus far...
I am a divorcee with 2 kids β Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula. That night, Paula and I ended up in bed. The next morning Suzy and I ended up in bed. Paula went to work and while she was gone, her son Steve fucked Runt.
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The ring of the phone brought me out of a deep sleep. I noticed I was alone in the bed as I answered it and heard Paula's voice.
"Hey Dan. Were you sleeping?"
"Yeah. I had this hot date last night."
"Me too. He was a great guy and a great fuck, but I still had to get up and go into work."
Just listening to Paula and thinking about her and our date the night before was making my cock hard.
"I'll make it up to you," I said. "Are you still free tonight?"
"Am I free? Is that some kind of a crack about past? I thought you would be more understanding when I told you I used to be a whore.." Paula sternly asked.
I sat upright in bed. "No, No!"
Paula burst out laughing. "Gotcha! Just kidding, lover."
I laughed, "OK, you got me."
"So are you available tonight?" I rephrased the question.
"I'm wide open," she said with a little giggle.
"Wide open, huh? That's good news. I was thinking that maybe we could go to dinner with my daughter Suzy and her boyfriend. I'd like you to meet her."
"I'd love to meet her, and don't worry, I'll try not to be too wide open until we are alone," Paula said laughing.
I thought about how earlier that morning I had fucked Suzy, but decided not to mention it to Paula. I wasn't sure how she would react to such a perverted thing.
"Uh Hello?"
I had been drifting. "Sorry about that. How about if I pick you up around 6:00? We can get back here and pick up the kids, then go eat. Let's go casual tonight."
"6:00? It's 3:30 now. Why don't you just give me the address and I'll come over."
"That'd be great," I said and gave her the address and directions.
I hung up and rolled out of bed. I slipped on some sweat pants and went looking for Suzy. She was in her room doing her nails. "Hi Dad," she said.
"Did you hear the phone? It was Paula. She's coming here at around 6:00 so if Brian could be here then we can all go to dinner."
Suzy smiled. "That'd be great. I told him 5:30 but I can call him back."
"Leave him at 5:30 that way we'll be ready whenever Paula gets here."
"OK," she said. "Now are you sure he can spend the night? I told him you said it would be OK."
"Sure I'm sure. Was he surprised?" I asked.
"Actually he wasn't as excited as I thought he would be, but he was probably just caught by surprise."
I laughed, "He's probably counting the minutes right now."
Like two kids waiting to open presents, Suzy and I were both ready and anxious early. Suzy had dressed in jeans and a knit top. 5:30 passed. At 5:45 the doorbell rang. Suzy rushed to the door and I was surprised to hear Paula's voice. Paula was early. Brian was late.
As Suzy led her into the living room, they were already talking like friends. Paula asked about Brian and Suzy glanced at me with a worried look on her face.
"Why don't you take Paula on the tour of the house while I fix a few drinks. Maybe he'll be here by the time you are done.
I could hear the girls chatting easily while Suzy showed Paula around the house. They took their time, but Brian had still not come when they had returned to the living room. I handed Paula a drink and suggested to Suzy that she call Brian. I was beginning to get a little worried.
Suzy left the room to call and Paula sat next to me on the couch. "Anything wrong?" she asked.
"I hope not. He was supposed to be here. When I got home last night he was fucking her. This morning I told her it was OK and that they didn't need to sneak around. I thought he would be over early and spend the night with her. I know if I was a kid and had the opportunity like that" β
I stopped in mid sentence as Suzy had returned. I could tell she was upset and was fighting back the tears. "You two go on. Brian's not coming," she managed to get out before starting to cry.
"Why? What happened?" I asked.
"He broke up with me."
"What? Why? What did he say?"
"He said he didn't want to associate with a bunch of perverts and that any father who would let him spend the night like you said we could was sick."
Paula looked at me. Later she said she could see me turning red with anger.