His POV
Henry James Ryan, Jr shook his head in bewilderment. The last few minutes had completely rocked his world and his cock still hadn't recovered. He'd gone around the corner to watch his brother pleasure their step-mother and instead found a Peeping Tomessa in his place.
At first, he'd thought she was watching Sandra and Liam in horror and had been ready to step in to avoid any potential drama. The fact the lovely Sandra's husband was in the house and not partaking of his wife's bountiful treasures was problematic enough. The fact it was his own son helping his step-mother through such trying times made it even worse.
It wasn't until she'd turned and faced him that he realized the truth. She was utterly turned on and seconds from playing with her wet pussy. He could practically smell the lust rising from her and it made his cock even harder. He had to admire her aplomb, though, as she never flinched from his presence and even attempted to shoo him away.
Despite his desire to join her at the fence, perhaps fucking her from behind so they could both watch the other couple, he knew it was better for everyone involved if he steered her from the backyard. Obviously she was here for the wake and he knew he could charm her out of her clothes later when the situation wasn't so dangerous.
It wasn't until he grasped her fingers and brushed his tongue over the sensitive skin on the back of her hand that he understood who she was. It was the look of abject submission to anything he desired that clued him in. She was a lonely Submissive who desperately looked for a Master.
A second shock hit his system when he heard the voice of his dead partner's wife calling for "Penny," the daughter he'd never met. Her eyes widened for a moment before a mask settled over her expressive features and she'd turned towards the name. The lovely woman who'd peeked out from behind those deep brown pools melted into the shadows.
Almost immediately the sexual heat pouring off her was shut down so completely he had to rub his eyes to ensure she still stood before him. Penny's hand slipped from his grasp and she strode off, never looking back at him. He noticed her suitcase still laid forgotten at his feet and he bent down to retrieve it. At least this would give him an excuse to speak to her once again and find out more about the dual side of her personality.
A wicked grin curved his lips and had Penny known anything about Henry James Ryan, Jr, she would've run screaming. Preferably straight to his bed.
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Sandra eyed her tall step-sons from across the room and sighed silently. James, as Henry preferred to be called, and his brother were standing in the corner talking in hushed tones. She wondered if they were discussing her, maybe comparing notes. When he'd left her bed, she'd taken up with Liam in hopes of incurring his jealousy, but apparently he was content with the arrangement.
Of course, she mused bitterly, he enjoyed watching almost as much as actually fucking so her plan backfired in a big way.
She recognized the hand that slid across her back and settled on her hip. Sandra turned her head with a smile and lightly kissed the grizzled cheek of her husband. Despite the 23 year age gap between them, they had been happily married for nearly twelve years.
Henry knew of her affairs, though not of those with his sons, and turned a blind eye as long as she remained discreet. He gave her the lifestyle in which she'd grown accustomed to and in turn, she provided companionship and an attractive ornament for his arm. Each understood their role and were satisfied to continue in this vein.
"Why such a heavy frown, m'dear?" he asked genially. "What henhouse have those two foxes gotten into?"
Sandra could hear the muted pride and wanted to retch. She knew how quickly that pride would morph into anger, so she bit back the caustic words that threatened to erupt. Who knows what he would do if he knew just 15 minutes ago his youngest son's tongue had been buried in her pussy, slurping and lapping her into a cascading orgasm. Despite her frustration with James, she truly did enjoy her life and marriage and didn't want anything to interfere.
"Actually, sweetheart, I was frowning becuse I finally met Penny, old John's daughter. I wasn't impressed with her." Sandra had indeed met the younger woman and dismissed her without thought.
Though taller, Penny carried extra weight around her hips and thighs. She was, as Sandra's father would've called her, rubenesque. In Sandra's world that meant fat. Of course, her lack of personality could be chalked up to the sudden death of her father, but Sandra tended to disagree.
From the tidbits she'd heard over the years, Penny was incredibly intelligent, but lacked in the social department. Looking at her simple black dress that hung like a sackcloth, Sandra could see why.
