Chapter 15.
Mothers
The flight home was, I guess, OK. I'd upgraded us all to business class, which was a little extravagant considering it was a flight of less than two hours, but hey, the royalties from my app deal were making me feel like I should do things like this. I'd given the girls the seats next to the window, while I sat in the middle, drank the complimentary champagne and watched the hostesses. They were cute, and I felt a little disloyal, considering that Stacey --
my
Stacey as I kept thinking of her -- and her luscious friend Hannah, who I'd been delighted to fuck earlier that morning, were sitting just a few feet away. But hey, I guess I'm ruled by my cock.
Stacey got up around halfway through the flight and whispered in my ear "Hey, Uncle Bob. Why don't we join the Mile High Club?"
"Stacey, I'd love to fuck you in an airplane, but unless you'd like a brief audience, then to be thrown off the flight and fined a few tens of thousands of dollars, I don't think it's such a great idea. And I may be a little gross but I'm not squalid. An airplane toilet is pretty unpleasant and there's no room in there to enjoy the experience. Let's wait until we get home."
"Oh Uncle Bob, it'd be fun, and I'm so horny," she protested.
"And that's different from normal, how? Look, baby, if you're desperate, why not go there with Hannah and make out. Me, I'm too old to fuck sitting on the john."
Stacey pouted and went back to her seat. To be fair, I would've loved to fuck either of my hot companions, or one of the cute hostesses, but I felt a little distracted. Our few days in New York had been very special, but I knew that in a few weeks, my beautiful slut-angel would be heading out West with her hot friend and I'd be left with no-one to love and, perhaps more urgently, no-one to fuck. Barbie was almost certainly regularly wrapped around her new body-builder friend, while Dolores was probably giving Josh quite a few test-drives, so if Janine didn't reappear at the club and want to hook up, I would be back to jerking off again or going out on a beaver patrol for the first time in a while.
A few minutes later, both Stacey and Hannah got up and headed for the toilets. I thought about trying to stop them; I'd only really suggested they go there together as a joke, but I figured that two young girls going into the toilet together might attract rather less attention than a guy and a girl. I noticed that one of the hostesses had seen what was happening, so I called her over, asked her for a drink and then engaged her in conversation. I found out her name was Jenna. She kept glancing toward the toilet all the time we were talking, but I managed to distract her sufficiently to get her phone number. Not bad, I thought. Possibly a future distraction for me?
At the baggage reclaim, Stacey volunteered the information that both she and Hannah had come really strongly from some fingering and pussy-licking, and that I, Uncle Bob, should have joined in as I would've had some fun. I suggested that Stacey and Hannah's enjoyment of their high-altitude high-jinks had only been possible because I'd distracted the hostess, and that she owed me twenty thousand bucks, which would've been her part of the fine if she'd been thrown off the airplane for inappropriate activity in a toilet. She gave me one of those 'oh, Uncle Bob, you're so uncool' looks, almost indistinguishable from the regular teen 'whatever' shrug, so I knew I'd failed again to impress upon my niece how I'd saved her ass from the slammer.
I'd left my car at the airport, so I drove Hannah home. We kissed with rather more passion than we had a few weeks earlier when she'd left for Europe. "Thank you so much for -- for everything," she said, sweetly. "I hope that soon I might have the opportunity to fuck you again." Then she kissed me again. Definitely not the worst or most heartbreaking parting I've ever experienced.
"Hey, Uncle Bob, can we, like call by my mom's place? It'll be super-surprising for her to see me back, like, a day early," Stacey said when we got back into the car. Our plan had been for us to go back to mine, get some of her clothes into the washing machine, maybe take off the rest and fuck each other senseless, and then go to her mom's in her pink Beetle, currently parked outside my house, in the morning.
"Sure," I said, recognizing that this could go one of two ways.
As we pulled into the drive at Dolores' house, Josh's pickup was parked right in front of the house. I said nothing.
"Shit! Uncle Bob, that's Josh's pickup!" Stacey exclaimed.
"Really?" I replied, knowing exactly what was going to follow. I regretted not packing my radiation suit, as I knew that the next few minutes could produce an explosion a little hotter than Hiroshima.
"Uncle Bob, I know. I've been fucked in the back of that pickup," Stacey reminded me. And, as you can guess, this wasn't something of which I wanted to be reminded, but at least I had Stacey's full attention on the subject.
"Baby, let's play this cool. Let's sneak in and see what's going down."
So Stacey unlocked the door, and we took our shoes off. Then we tiptoed upstairs. We easily recognized the noises that were coming from the slightly-open door of Dolores' bedroom -- noises that I'd previously helped to produce. "Oh fuck, yes! Right there! Oh yes, deeper, harder!" You get the picture.
The look on Stacey's face told me she was ready to burst in and demand to know why her mom was still fucking her ex-boyfriend, after having apparently repented. I headed this particular attack off at the pass by whispering "Stacey, go to your room and put all of the clothes and other stuff you'll need for college into one of the suitcases in your closet. After that, we're leaving."
"But..." she began, before I put my finger to my lips.
Somewhat to my surprise, Stacey obediently headed to her room. I selected the camera on my phone, set it to video, made sure the flash was off and carefully slipped the lens part around the door. On the screen I could see Dolores and Josh. It was hot. It was incriminating.
After a few interesting minutes, during which I discovered that Josh's skills had moved on somewhat from when Stacey and I had first discovered him fucking Dolores, I went to join my slut-angel. Like most teenage girls, she had no idea what she would need in order to do -- well, almost anything. I helped her choose clothes that would work in SoCal, ensured that she'd packed all of the accessories that she might reasonably need (and then some), and helped her close the two suitcases she'd filled. Together, we carefully and quietly carried the luggage down the stairs, and I again prevented her from interrupting Dolores and Josh's intimate adventures.
Back at my place, Stacey and I had some intimate adventures of our own. She was so angry with what she'd heard that she fucked me with a passion I'd rarely experienced. As she bounced first her pussy, then her tight asshole, on my cock, it was as though she wanted to teach
me
a lesson. The lesson seemed to be that if her mom was fucking her ex-boyfriend, I should expect some really energetic sex, ending in me coming deep in her ass while she screamed and writhed around. Quite a lesson. I resolved to tell Dolores to fuck Josh some more while Stacey watched or listened, so that this experience could be repeated.
