Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2010 12:56:44 -0700
From: unclebugga73@msn.com
Subject: a happy home 2

     What I had just done should have drenched me in shame.  Instead, the
pictures from the morning's events replaying in my mind, had horned me up
again.  Fortunately, Allie and Amy had both bathed that morning, leaving me
only a few minutes of hot water.  As the shower began to run cooler and
cooler, my cock became softer and softer.  The softer it became, the more
the shame finally began to bubble up in my stomach.

     The shower spray felt like glacier water by the time I finally got all
the dog cum out of my ass.  I stepped from the stall shivering and dried
myself off, then made my way back out to the living room dressed in a
T-shirt and a baggy pair of silky-style basketball shorts.  No one seemed
suspicious of anything, which brought my heart rate the rest of the way
back to normal.  I sat next to Amy on the sofa, my sore ass reminding me of
Howie's cock as it made contact with the cushion.  As the biting pain
mellowed, I put my arm around Amy's shoulder.  She smiled without looking
up from her magazine and patted my leg with her hand.  Her hand remained
there, caressing me through the silky fabric.

     Allie lie on the floor on her stomach.  She had some kind of
notebook/journal thing in front of her.  One hand wrote while the other
held a cell phone to her ear.  She giggle and chirped away with one of her
many friends.  The TV showed some Saturday morning teen comedy-drama with
the volume muted.  I could hear the video game blasting away in the other
room and knew that Nick had gone back to killing aliens or mutant puppies
or something as soon as he had finished his breakfast.

     Things had returned to normal.

     No harm done.

     I'd had a momentary lack of self-control, of morality.

     But things seemed fine now.  I had gotten lucky that no one had seen
me or suspected anything.  So, as long as I never let it happen again, I
would be fine.

     Then, my eyes, after watching Allie scrawling effortlessly in here
journal with much prettier handwriting than I could ever hope to produce,
traveled down her back to her ass.  She wore a form-fitting tank top that
couldn't hid here bra straps, and a pair of cotton lounge pants covered in
little pink dolphins.  Though these usually fit rather loosely, her
position on the floor somehow caused them to cling to her as though she'd
hooked herself to a vacuum sealer, revealing every curve and cleft of her
figure.  I tore my eyes and thoughts away quickly; I didn't want to go
there again.

     Too late.

     My cock had already stirred.  I had warmed up enough after my cold
shower that I began to feel horny again.  It didn't help that Amy's hand
had started sliding up and down my inner thigh, casually, almost
mindlessly.

     First, I'd nearly let myself get off on the feel of Nick's ass on my
crotch.  Then, I'd let a dog lick my ass, right in the middle of the
livingroom!  And again out in the little shed, and had allowed the dog to
fuck me!  I mean, I definitely allowed it, right?  It certainly didn't
happen by accident.  I didn't get raped.  I could've stopped it
. . . right?  And now!  Now the sight of a this girl's backside had aroused
me.  And I'm talking about my girlfriend's daughter!  Amy had started
hinting at marriage in recent weeks and, for the first time, it hadn't
scared me.  So this girl, and that boy whose ass nearly made me cum, could
become my step kids.  And I'd gotten turned on by them!

     Wrong.  Just wrong.

     I tried to convince myself of the wrongness, but Allie kept crossing
and uncrossing her feet and squirming as she laid on the floor talking on
the phone.  This created little ripples through her exquisite teen assets.
I also had to endure the feel of her mother's hand rubbing my leg, brushing
against my cock on occasion.  How could they expect me to remain unaffected
by all these sources of stimulation?  I was only human, after all.  Just a
man.  Right?  All guys notice things, right?  Even young girls?  It doesn't
mean their sick perverts, right?

     Yeah, I know.

     Allie suddenly rolled onto her back as she laughed at something on the
other end of her conversation.  Her nice little ass slipped out of view,
but all my eyes could focus on now were here pert little tits rising from
beneath her tight-fitting tank-top.  An inch or two of skin above and below
her naval became exposed, which also affected my cock.  I yanked my eyes
away and looked at the television.  On the screen, young teen girls in
tight clothes sauntered down some fictional school hallway.  I thought to
myself that they paled in comparison to Allie, but they still added to the
turmoil in my loins.  Good grief!  Everywhere I looked in this happy home,
something seemed to turn me on.  What the hell had happened to me?  I stub
my toe and all of a sudden I turn into an immoral sexual sicko?

     My mind reeled.  I felt ashamed of myself for such thoughts.  Yet, I
still felt horny as well.  I had to get up and do something, anything.
Maybe I could convince Amy that we should all go out somewhere.  She had
remained adamant all week about wanting to spend the weekend at home, not
wanting to go anywhere, not allowing the kids, namely Allie, to go off with
friends.  She wanted everyone together for a change.  Such weekends didn't
happen often anymore.  But, maybe I could convince her.  But where?  Where
could we go?  For some reason, I stood up.  A reflex, I guess.  Whenever I
need to think, to figure something out, standing and walking around helps.

     "Where you goin', Babe?" Amy asked.  Again, she didn't look up from
her magazine.

     "Just goin' to the kitchen," I answered casually.

     "Oh, there's some batter left.  Would you like me to make you some
pancakes and bacon?  You didn't eat yet," she said, looking at me now.

     "Nah, that's okay . . .  Not hungry, just thirsty," I said, heading to
the kitchen.  I glanced down and took one last look at Allie.

     "Are you feeling okay, Babe?" Amy asked.

     "Oh yeah, I'm fine."  I tried to sound upbeat, perky.  I think I
managed it.

     "Okay then," I heard her say as I left the room.

     I grabbed a soda out of the refrigerator and sighed.  Amy didn't keep
beer in the house and I never liked drinking so early in the morning,
anyway.  Instead, I cracked open a cola and leaned against the sink.  I
tried to think of somewhere we could all go, something we could do, but I
kept drawing blanks.  My mind just kept coming back to the morning's events
with the dog and the sight of a girl on the floor.  I just couldn't forget
it all.

     The sounds of explosions and digital death from Nick's video game
reached my ears.  With the hope of having an idea sparked in my brain, I
nonchalantly wandered toward the game room.  With my soda in my hand, I
leaned in the doorway and watched the boy.  He sat on the floor, leaning
back against the beanbag chair, holding the game controller between his
legs as his fingers worked the buttons with impressive fluidity.  To my
delight, he still wore nothing but his Sponge Bob underwear.  Howie lay
next to him in a deep, contented sleep.  My ass ring started burning again
just thinking of our coupling.  The vision of his tongue lapping up between
Nick's ass cheeks also filled my mind as I stood there.

     I watched the boy some more.  His knees were raised and spread with
his feet together.  I couldn't take my eyes off the milky white of his
upper thighs.  Stepping into the room, I wandered around, sipping my cola.
I meandered up next to the TV and turned around.  I looked down at Nick and
my heart skipped!  He held the game controller between those raised knees,
above his little crotch.  Just below his hands I could see the leg-hole of
his briefs gaping open, revealing his package.

     I nearly dropped my pop.

     I steadied myself and continued to stare at his boyhood.  But when I
began to envision, to fantasize, to downright long to get down on the
floor, shove my face into the opening of his shorts and take in his scent,
and taste him, I had to walk out of the room.  I hurried into the kitchen
and paced in a circle with a hand on my forehead.  Boy, I was losing it!  I
had let a boy grind his ass on my crotch without stopping him and nearly
got off on it.  I had WANTED to get off on it.  Then I had let a dog lick
my ass, and fuck me!  Then I had drooled over the sight of a teen girl.
Now I'd come back to feeling aroused by the boy!  I had actually felt the
urge to lean down and lick and sniff his balls, and nearly succumbed to
that urge!  That dog's cock must have poked something up inside of me that
caused a hemorrhaging of insatiable horniness.  Any and everything with a
pulse seemed to arouse me!

     I needed to get out of the house.

     As I continued to pace around in a circle, I suddenly felt a pain in
my favorite area.  I realized I had turned around too close to the center
island of the kitchen and had whacked my cock.  Which made me realize that
I had a raging hard-on.  Shit!  I needed this to go away before someone saw
me!

     And then Allie walked in.

     I heard her before I saw her.  She strolled in with her phone
conversation still running.  I quickly pushed myself close to the island
and leaned over it on my elbows, pressing my boner up against my stomach.
Allie ever-so-casually sauntered to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of
orange juice, yakking into the phone the entire time.  It seemed to take
her forever and the sight of her bending over to retrieve the juice didn't
help my situation.  I silently begged her to hurry up and go back into the
livingroom.  Instead, she slowly turned and perched herself on one of the
stools across from me, giggling over something and smiling sweetly at me as
she did.

     I tried not to eves drop on her conversation, but I had nowhere to
turn, to get away.  With nowhere else to look, I pretended to look stare
out the window above the sink.  As I tried to think of anything that would
wilt my blooming dick, I felt someone slap me on my butt.  I turned,
expecting to see Amy, thinking that she had picked a heck of a time to get
frisky, but I saw Nick instead.  He had slapped me on the ass on his way to
the fridge.  Now, I didn't exactly find this unusual.  He and I often
punched each other on the arm as we passed by, or flat out roughhoused
around on the floor.  However, I'd never gotten a rush out of one of his
slaps before.  For one thing, he'd hit me on my ass!  Of course, the
position I maintained, leaning over the island, provided him only my
backside to smack.  Secondly, he didn't use his usual closed-fist punch
that I had taught him.  He'd used an open hand to my ass cheek, the way his
mother does.  Surely nothing more than my new sick state of mind made me
think anything of it.  But it stirred my cock further.

     Nick grabbed a soda out of the fridge and headed out of the kitchen.
Allie read my thoughts and decided to voice them as I decided to act like I
hadn't noticed.

     "Nick!  You're not allowed to have soda this early in the morning!"
Allie hollered without moving the phone away from her mouth.  "Dad . . . uh
. . . Dale!  He's not supposed to have that!"

     She had started to call me Dad.  An innocent mistake or had she
started thinking of me as a dad?  Whatever the case, it sent another
feeling through me, a warm feeling that ignited deep within me and seeped
its way into my veins and flowed through my body.  I liked it.  But I still
had an erection.  I couldn't do anything.  I couldn't do anything about
Nick, unless I wanted to yell at him, which I didn't.  Nor could I do
anything about the urge to give Allie a hug.  Fortunately, Amy took care of
Nick for me.  She had heard Allie and sent her own voice through the house.

     "Nicolas!  Put it back!  Have juice or milk if you're thirsty!" she
ordered from the livingroom.

     Nick obediently spun around and swapped the soda for a bottle of
orange juice.  He then scurried back to his video game, leaving me and
Allie staring at each other across the center island.

     "Oh, just my stupid little brother," she said into the phone.  "Nine
o' clock in the morning and he's still running around in his underwear."

     Would this girl ever quit yakking and leave the room?  I had all kinds
of things racing through my mind.  The biggest issue had become my
screaming boner.

     "Oh my God!" Allie suddenly gasped into the phone.  "I can't believe
you said that!"  She squealed hysterically and looked right at me as though
I'd heard everything.  I just wanted her to leave.  Her smile and her
squealing and her eyes flashing at me didn't help my cock.  The fact that
she had almost called me Dad made my attraction to her harder to
understand, harder to stomach.  Something had gone wrong with me for sure.

     "Know what Ashley just said?" Allie suddenly asked me.  I could hear
Ashley's voice through the phone, half screaming half laughing, saying,
"Don't you dare tell him!"

     I just stared at Allie, not knowing what to say.  She often told me
about things between her and her friends, things she wouldn't tell her
mother for fear of receiving a lecture for inappropriate subject matter.
But, at this moment, I didn't know if my hard-on could take it, since some
of the things she often told me involved sexual talk.  Like when her and
her friends had started debating whether or not oral sex counts as sex.  I
knew that hearing anything like that coming out of her mouth right now
might trigger my dick and empty my balls for the second time that morning.

     "She said . . .," Allie started to say, but Ashley screamed even
louder through the phone.  "She said you're the one she wants to see
running around in his underwear!"

     I could hear Ashley squealing with embarrassment while Allie laughed.

     My face blushed and my cock unloaded.

     The realization that a teen girl found me attractive, enough to tell
her friend that she wanted to see me in my skivvies, proved too much.  My
jaws clenched and I gripped the sides of the island with my hands to steady
myself as my knees weakened.  I tried to look away from Allie, to keep a
normal expression as I blasted glob after glob of man-sauce in to my
basketball shorts.

     "You made him blush, Ash'!" I heard Allie say as I continued to cum.

     I looked at her and tried to smile as normally as possible.  I
couldn't believe I was cumming in front of my potential stepdaughter!  This
thought made the orgasm more intense.

     "I'm sure he thinks you're cute, too, Ash'," Allie said and winked at
me.  Man, I needed this girl to shut up!  I shot at least two or three more
globs, followed by a number of dry rounds.  My cock kept pulsing and trying
to discharge but I had no more sperm left in my nuts.  Any second I would
start drooling.

     Fortunately, I suddenly began to ease back to a normal state.  Allie
continued smiling at me and I could still hear Ashley squealing.  I
realized then that Ashley didn't have an extraordinarily loud voice, but
that Allie had her on speaker-phone all this time.  Allie obviously found
it hilarious that someone could think of her mother's boyfriend, an old
guy, as attractive.

     My knees finally steadied beneath me, but I still had a big problem.
My hard-on hadn't softened one bit.  It felt as hard as ever.  And now I
had the added embarrassment of a large wet spot on the front of my shorts.
I needed Allie to just walk away, but she was having too much fun.  I
suddenly realized then, too, that Ashley must've found all of this
enjoyable as well.  She may have screeched in horrified humiliation, but
she must've liked it or she would've just hung up.

     "Trust me, he does . . .  Right, Dad? . . .  I mean, Dale?  You think
she's cute, huh?"  Allie asked me over the ear-shattering shriek that
Ashley uncorked through the phone.  I just nodded and winked, wanting,
needing, to get away from this conversation, badly!

     "What'd he say, Al'?  What'd he say?"  Ashley yelled through the cell,
her voice frantic.  I could tell she felt genuinely embarrassed.  But, she
genuinely needed to know my answer as well.

     "He said yes.  Told you," Allie stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
Again, she winked at me.  How would my prick ever go soft again?

     "What is that noise in here?" Amy asked as she entered the kitchen.
Oh, crap!  Now?  She has to come in here now?  This could only get worse if
my cock didn't hurry up and go down.  How could I explain why I couldn't
move from the island?

     "It's Ashley, Mom.  She's on speaker.  You know what a loud voice she
has!" Allie said, antagonizing her friend.

     "Oh . . .  I should've known," Amy quipped.

     "I heard that!" came the voice from the phone.  Allie and Amy both had
a good laugh.

     "So what are you doing in here, Babe?" Amy asked me.

     "Oh, just listening to this fascinating conversation between these two
brilliant minds," I said, trying to sound like my normal, jocular self.

     "Oh, really?" Amy asked.

     "Yeah, Mom, Ashley wants to see him in his underwear!" Allie blurted.
The phone blared with Ashley's humiliated shrieks.

     "Wants to see who in his underwear?" Amy asked.

     "Dad."

     "What?"

     "I mean, Dale," Allie Clarified.

     "Allie!" Amy gasped.

     "Oh my God, I hate you!  Quit telling everyone!" Ashley screamed
through the cell phone.

     Amy laughed it off and stared at me.  Her face held an expression of
disbelief, but not over Ashley's admitted crush on me, however.  Like me,
she felt moved by the fact that Allie had called me Dad.

     "You should come over sometime, Ash'.  He's always walking around in
his boxers," Allie said, again using a matter-of-fact tone.  "I'm sure
that'd do it for ya."

     Amy and I both whipped our eyes toward Allie and gasped, but for
different reasons.  Amy couldn't believe that Allie would talk about such
things so blatantly.  Her delight that Allie had apparently warmed to me,
enough to call me Dad, overrode her instinct to lecture her daughter on
proper subject matter, though.  She merely held her hand to her mouth and
said, "Oh my goodness.  Allie, I don't know about you."

     I, on the other hand, had gasped from the added stimulation to my
groin that Allie's words had caused.  To hear her mention the fact that I
often walk around in my boxers made me realize that she had noticed.  As
in, NOTICED!  Plus, the idea of Ashley coming over in hopes of seeing me
half-naked, didn't exactly act as an erection antidote.  I'd met Ashley a
couple of times.  She surely had most of the boys at school eating out of
her hand the way Allie did.  She was a looker, too.

     My cock continued to reach for the stars.

     Eventually, the joke wore out and Allie began squawking about
something else with her friend, who she'd taken off speaker.  Amy began
puttering around the kitchen, straightening up.  Then, she started doing
what I feared she would.  She started washing the breakfast dishes.
Fortunately, this put her back to me.  At the same time, Allie had turned
around on her stool as she talked softly with Ashley, repeating the name of
a boy called Q.  Short for Quinton, I remembered, having heard her speak of
him before.  Whatever the case, her attention had finally diverted, giving
me my only chance to get out of the kitchen without the large wet tent in
my shorts drawing notice.  I took a deep breath, grabbed my nearly empty
soda can and headed out of the kitchen past Allie.  I held the can down
near my crotch in an effort to conceal as much of my problem as possible in
case either of the girls looked before I got out of sight.  I nearly made
it to the clear when I caught my already-sore toe on the leg of a small
table that stood along the wall that introduced the kitchen to the hallway.
I yelped with pain and nearly tripped.  I dropped the can of soda and had
to spin around to keep my balance.  Cursing, I reached for the can then
straightened back up, and noticed Allie looking right at me.  Shit!  My
eyes shot down to my crotch.  It still resembled a native American Indian
village with a large teepee in the middle.  Allies eyes looked like a
cartoon character's as they expanded and protruded, her mouth gaping.  I
saw Amy start to look over her shoulder to see what had happened and I
turned and charged down the hall.

     I bolted through the livingroom on a beeline for the bedroom.  I
sailed into the master bathroom and locked the door.  I held onto the sink
to collect myself.  Oh, boy!  That wasn't good!  Allie had seen me!  She
had to know what caused the large protrusion in my shorts.  She had also
seen the large, gooey wet spot.  I only hoped I could convince her that the
wet spot came from the soda when I dropped it.  But, how could I explain
the boner?  I just hoped she wouldn't tell her mother what she'd seen.

     If nothing else, the little scare in the kitchen had softened my
prick, at least part way.  Shaking, I removed the basketball shorts and
tossed them in the hamper.  I grabbed a wash cloth and began to clean
myself.  I used cold water to try and draw the remaining hardness out of my
tool.  Nearly done, I heard a knock on the door.

     "Are you okay, Babe?" came Amy's voice.  "Allie said you stubbed your
toe."

     "I'm fine, Babe.  It was nothing."

     "You sure?" she asked and tried the doorknob.

     "Yeah, I'm sure.  I just have to use the . . .  Uh, you know . . .
The facilities here," I said and suddenly realized that I really did have
to piss.  I stepped over to the toilet and let loose a healthy stream.

     "Okay, then," she said, then her foot steps softened as she left the
room.

     As soon as she'd gone, I stepped out of the bathroom and grabbed some
tight-fitting briefs from a drawer and some tight jeans.  I put on some
socks and a pair of Nikes.  In case the snug briefs and jeans didn't prove
enough to hold down any future woodies, I slipped into a collared shirt and
left it untucked.  I had to figure out how to explain my wardrobe change.
But even more importantly, I had to decide what to say if Allie asked about
my little presentation.

     Head spinning and heart racing, I moseyed into the livingroom.  I
could hear the water running in the kitchen sink and knew Amy hadn't
finished with the dishes.  As well, I could hear Allie's voice still
clucking away with Ashley and the video game blasting away in the game
room.  Fairly certain I had regained control, I thought I'd take a quick
look in on Nick.  He basically remained in the same position as before,
only his feet had spread further apart.  Howie still lay next to him but
looked wide awake, panting and drooling.  As I stared at Nick's bare legs,
I wanted to drool, too.  No!  I don't want to start that again!

     "Hey, Buddy, why don't you get some clothes on?" I said to Nick,
thinking I could at least nullify one of the causes of my problems.  "Did
you hear me, Nick?" I had to ask when he didn't respond.  He still didn't.
I stepped into the room, telling myself not to stand where I could see his
crotch.  I knelt down and leaned against the beanbag.  "Hey, Little Buddy,"
I said.  He gave me a quick smile then turned back to the game.  "Well, I
know your ears are still working.  So I know you heard me tell you to get
some clothes on."

     "Okay.  In a minute," he said.

     "Of course.  It's always 'in a minute' with you, isn't it?" I said and
ruffled his hair.  His focused remained unaffected; he killed three
evil-looking creatures as I spoke.  I looked down at Howie, watching as he
sniffed Nick's feet and starting to lick his toes.  He lapped at them as
Nick wiggled his little piggies.  As Howie slobbered away, I began thinking
that even the boy's feet looked sexy somehow.  Shit, what the hell had gone
wrong with me?  Worried that this might go somewhere that would start my
troubles all over again, I stood and called Howie's name.

     "Come on, Boy!  Time to go outside; you just woke up."  The damned dog
didn't budge.  I stopped in the doorway to call him again, but I halted to
watch Howie lick his way up Nick's shin, all the way to his knee.  I tried
to call his name, but my voice snagged in my throat along with my breath.
The dog's tongue began to lap its way down the inner side of Nick's milky
thigh.  Without hesitation or any resistance from Nick, the dog went right
for the gaping leg hole of the boy's underwear.  I tried to kick myself
into gear and pull the dog away, but then Nick hit the pause button on the
game and leaned to his side a bit and raised his leg, allowing Howie better
access.  He closed his eyes and moaned softly, the way he had done earlier
when the dog licked his ass.  My cock slowly solidified, building like the
Incredible Hulk, ready to burst through my clothing.  I couldn't tear my
eyes away.  Nor could I put a stop to the dog's endeavors.  I felt frozen.
Howie drove his nose vigorously into Nick's crotch, lapping at his balls.
My own breathing increased.  It occurred to me that Nick must let Howie do
this quite often, seeing how he seemed to have known what the dog wanted
and had voluntarily raised his leg.  This explained why Howie's tongue had
gone so readily up the leg of my shorts earlier.  He knew the game.

     I really wanted to see just how far this would go, but something
compelled my eyes to glance over my shoulder.  Which proved fortunate, for
I saw Amy coming down the hall.  Oh, fuck!  I shot forward and grabbed
Howie by the collar and pulled him away from Nick, receiving a growl as I
did.

     "Come on, Boy.  You need to go out."  I led him to the sliding doors
in the kitchen and forced him out.  As I tried to regain my breath, I
turned and saw Allie, still sitting on the stool.  She looked at my crotch,
checking for another boner.  She saw me looking and turned away.  I glanced
down; my cock felt hard but remained hidden behind my shirt.  After what
I'd just seen in the game room, I felt amazed that I didn't have another
wet spot as well.  I scurried past Allie again and strode into the
livingroom.

     Amy laid back on the couch, arms behind her head, one knee raised.
She wore the same type of form-fitting tank-top as Allie, but she sported
sweats rather than lounge pants.  The sweats, however, fit snug enough to
leave little to the question of her figure.  Her tits, bulging up from
beneath the top, still made a pleasing sight, but somehow they only made me
realize how much less firm and perky they'd become, compared to her
daughter's.  Still, she remained very sexy to look at.

     "Hey, You," she said.  "Come over here."

     Rediscovering my usual manly, yet kind of goofy, ways, I strutted over
to her and started to lean down slowly, seductively.  Then I just plopped
on top of her, forcing a giddy laugh out of her.  I began kissing her neck
and groping her breasts through the tank-top.

     "Geez," she said, "didn't take you long to get up to speed!"

     I quickly understood that she had referred to my granite-like member
pressing against her leg.  "It's all you, Baby . . .  That's what you do to
me," I said in a breathy voice as I kissed her neck some more.

     "Mmmmhhhh . . .  Really?  Well, what are YOU going to do to ME?"

     "I don't know, but you'll never be the same."  Now, I thought it
sounded like a suave, sexy line.  Apparently, though, Amy found it just a
little too corny.  She began laughing as I kissed her neck on my way to her
mouth.  "What's so darn funny?" I asked, knowing the answer.

     "You.  You're trying a little too hard, aren't you?" she said and
continued laughing.  I couldn't help joining her for a moment or two.

     "Sorry," I said between chuckles.  "I'm just really horned up this
morning."

     "Oh, really?"  Her voice eased back to a serious tone.  "Maybe I
should let the kids go to their friends this weekend after all!"  Now she
said that it no more than a whisper, but Allie came running in, the cell
phone still attached to her ear, offering her support for the idea.  The
girl had proven on many occasions that she had the hearing of the Bionic
Woman.  When you consider that she only used one ear, the other constantly
occupied by a phone and the voice of her friend Ashley, it proved rather
impressive.

     "Yeah, Mom, Please!" she squealed.

     "How in the world did you hear that?" Amy asked her.

     "Oh, Mom . . .  Just tell me!  Can I?"

     "Can you what?"

     "Go to Ashley's?"

     "I don't know.  Maybe!" Amy said and sighed.  "Maybe later."

     "Fair enough," Allie relented.  "Oh, by the way, Dad, Ashley wants me
to tell you that was a very smooth line!"

     My head sunk between Amy and the sofa, humiliated.  I could hear
Ashley screaming at the top of her lungs, swearing the she hadn't said such
a thing.  Amy laughed again, harder than she had a moment earlier.  I could
feel her breasts jiggling beneath me as she chuckled hysterically.

     This had turned into some morning.

     Amy continued laughing as I raised my head to see if Allie had left
the room.  Unfortunately, she had returned to her spot on the floor in
front of the TV where she'd laid earlier when I first started getting
aroused at the sight of her.  She lay on her side with the phone to her
ear, staring at her mother and me, watching us.  Did she hope to see us get
frisky some more, or what?  The thought of her wanting to watch made my
dick throb.  It still felt hard as a rock as I pressed it firmly against
Amy's leg.

     "What is she doing?" I whispered in Amy's ear.

     "What d'ya mean?"

     "She's staring at us."

     "So?"

     "What is she waiting to see?"

     "What?  You think she wants to watch us get . . .?"  She couldn't
quite spit the last part of the question out.  I answered with a tilt of my
head and a raise of my eyebrows.  "Oh, please . . .  If we did anything,
it'd gross her out!" Amy scoffed.

     "Really? . . .  You think so? . . .  Well, let's see!" I whispered and
began kissing her passionately.  She giggled into my lips until I groped
her breast and started to hump my hard cock against her leg.  Her giggling
stopped and her eyes widened.  I had only given a few humps when the
searing burn of my sore ass ring stopped me. The guilt over what had
happened in the shed deadened my passion.  I halted the kiss and looked at
Amy.  She remained wide eyed.  I glanced quickly at Allie.  She hadn't
moved and looked as wide eyed as her mother.  I took Amy's silence as
approval and began kissing her neck again, my hands roaming all over her
tits and thighs.  Again I tried to grind my cock against her leg, and again
my ass screamed and unleashed a flood of guilt through me.  I tried to
ignore it, though, my fingers finding the waistband of Amy's sweat pants.
I started to slide my digits down to that hairless cunt that she willingly
kept smooth just for me, but I felt her hand grab my wrist.

     "No!"  It came out as a whisper, but a very commanding one.  We both
slowly looked over at Allie.  Her eyes had focused on my hand as it
ventured to the promised land.  Then she saw us looking and smiled and
winked, sheepishly.  Amy began thrashing, trying to get out from underneath
me.  I raised off her and allowed her to stand.  She stormed off to the
bedroom, leaving me staring at Allie's winking face.  I sat there on my
knees on the couch, feeling so guilty and ashamed.  Yet, my hard-on still
pulsed.

     Suddenly, out of nowhere, Nick leaped onto my back, knocking me back
down onto the sofa face first.  He started punching me, trying to
roughhouse.

     "I got you now!" he shouted with a giggle.  He wrapped his arms around
my neck, trying to put me in a headlock, the way I had showed him.  I
reached back with one arm and corralled him, pulling him down to the sofa
beside me.  I raised up and held him beneath me and started tickling the
heck out of him, enjoying the opportunity to have my hands on his bare
stomach.  He had his eyes clenched shut, laughing so hard he could barely
breathe.  While he couldn't see, I took the chance to glance over at Allie.
Her focus had returned to the TV and Ashley's jabbering.  I took this
opportunity to look down at Nick's little crotch.  As I tickled him, he
thrashed about, his package jiggling about beneath his underwear.  A couple
of times he whipped one of his legs out in a wild attempt to get loose of
my grasp.  This allowed me a quick glimpse up the loose leg hole of his
shorts.  Suddenly, he raised both legs and wrapped them around my neck.

     "Heh heh head scissors," he yelled, his laughing playing havoc with
his voice.  I shouldn't have taught him these moves.  My head, nose and
mouth were all suddenly no more than a foot away from his Sponge Bobs.  I
couldn't help but take momentary advantage of this position.  With fear of
Allie witnessing something inappropriate, I made sure to make it quick and
subtle, taking two shots at inhaling as deeply as I could.  My nose drew in
the downright delicious scent of his ball sweat mixed with the dried
slobber from Howie's tongue, and the aroma of underwear that he apparently
hadn't changed in more than a couple of days.  It stimulated every part of
me.  I felt an animalistic rush, an overwhelming sensation of lust, charge
through me.

     I don't know how I controlled myself, how I kept from TAKING Nick
right there.  But, I did.  I reached behind my head and tickled Nick's
feet, causing him to yank them away.  Now loose from his head-scissors, I
wrestled him around till I rested on my back with him over me.  We lay
belly to belly, his head over my chest, eyes full of tickle tears, drooling
all over my shirt, trying to catch his breath.  I had a hold of his wrists,
my feet hooked around his, our crotches lined up.  As I tried to reign in
my own accelerated breathing, I whipped my eyes back to Allie.  Howie had
found his way back into the house and had begun sniffing between her legs.
She kept trying to push him away with the hand that wasn't clutching the
phone.  I realized I had forgotten to latch the damned doggie-door.  Allie
giggled and told Ashley that our dog had become a pervert.  Mesmerized, I
fell immune to Nick's resumed efforts to get loose and continue the
roughhousing.  He tugged at my hands, trying to pull his wrists free.
Allie kept pushing the dog away, but she just couldn't deter him.  She
finally rolled onto her stomach with a squeal.  Her ass immediately became
Howie's target.  His nose went right between her cheeks, pushing the fabric
of her pajamas into her crack.  She swatted at him, to no avail.

     I knew I should stop him.  The fact that I had let him fuck me had him
horned up.  He had never done this to her before.  But, sex with one human,
why not try another?  However, I couldn't move.  Watching him eagerly
inhale Allie's essence had activated the launch sequence to another blast
off in my pants.  The sight of his hot pink prick poking a good inch out of
its sheath as he hopped back and forth over her started encouraging that
animal passion in me even more.  Nick fussed more vigorously, his whole
body writhing, trying to get loose.  His boy crotch ground right into my
raging hard-on.  Many things flashed through my mind: I saw myself grabbing
Nick's ass in both hands and grinding him harder into me; I saw myself
flipping back over and ripping his shorts off and plunging my cock up that
tight, firm ass; I envisioned myself yanking Allie's pajamas off and
letting Howie take her virgin cunt.

     That last vision gripped me with more guilt than I could take and I
stood up, dumping Nick on the couch.  He instantly tried to jump back on
me.  "That's enough for now, Buddy," I told him sternly.  "Come on, Howie,"
I said and grabbed the dog by the collar.  I led him back out, this time
making sure to latch his doggie-door.  Then I traipsed briskly to the
bedroom.  I figured I'd apologize to Amy, give her some reason why I had to
leave the house, then get the hell out of there before I did something bad.
If she would accept my apology.  What I'd done a few minutes earlier may
have proved enough for her to tell me to leave and never come back.
Fortunately, I still had a small apartment that I hadn't given up yet,
where all my stuff continued collecting dust.  I had assumed that this
relationship would end up like every other one I'd had.  I'd move in with
her for a month or so at the most, then it would peter out.  But, this one
had lasted.  Until now, quite possibly.

     "Amy?" I said, low and calm as I entered the bedroom.  "Are you in
here?"

     "Over here," she mumbled.  Behind the door, in the corner of the
large, very femininely- decorated room, she sat looking out the window from
a pink Victorian-style armchair.  I slowly approached her, my dick still
throbbing but hidden behind my untucked shirt.

     "Hey . . .  I'm sorry about that out there.  That wasn't appropriate,"
I said in a very gentle tone.

     "No, I'm sorry . . .  I didn't mean to overreact . . .  I just . . ."

     "Just what?"

     "I just felt so ashamed all of a sudden."

     "What?  Why? . . .  I'm the one who should be ashamed!" I said and
dropped down to my knees in front of her, leaning my elbows on the arms of
the chair, pressing my forehead against hers.

     "Because . . .  It turned me on!" she said, her voice serious, too
serious.  She obviously felt more confused than ashamed.  Her eyes looked
deep into mine and a slight smile poked at the corner of her mouth.  "That
was so hot! . . .  Am I sick, or what?"

     "Oh, please!  You have no idea what sick is, Girl," I said and hugged
her.

     "What d'ya mean?"

     "You ought to see the thoughts that have been rolling through my head
today!" I wanted to say.  Of course, I didn't.

     "You are too good, Girl . . .  There's no way your sweet little brain
could even imagine something sick," I did say.

     "Then how could I get turned on by doing that in front of my
daughter?"

     "It wasn't the fact that it was in front of your daughter.  It was the
fact that I was kissing your neck and rubbing your nipples . . .  You know
how sensitive they are.  That's all it was, trust me.  You couldn't help
it.  You're not sick.  You're just a gorgeous, sexy, thirty year old woman
who is vulnerable to tit play."  I winked at her with that last statement.
She smiled back and pulled me into a deep kiss.  Her hand slid down to my
cock, and squeezed.

     "Good grief!  You ARE horned up today, aren't you?" she said, breaking
the kiss.  "One kiss and you're back to full strength."

     "I don't know what's wrong with me," I admitted with a laugh.  "This
thing just won't go down this morn . . ."

     Nick burst into the room, interrupting me, Howie bounding along behind
him.  He flung himself onto the bed with the dog running right up behind
him, trying to sniff him.  "Hey, Mom.  Hey, Dad," he chirped.

     "Dammit, Boy.  I just put that dog outside!" I said and groaned, my
words much harsher than my tone.

     "I know, but he wanted back in.  He was scratching at the door!" Nick
said.  He and Howie began wrestling on the bed, Nick's face getting covered
in slobber.

     Amy and I smiled at each other and shook our heads.

     Just like that, Nick became bored with our bedroom.  He leaped up on
the bed, bounced as though hitting the end of a diving board, the
mattresses propelling him several feet into the air.  He stuck the landing
and casually strolled away.

     "Close the door, Buddy," I told him, still shaking my head.  He obeyed
me, but the door closed before Howie could follow him out.  The dog stared
at the door, heartbroken.  Amy and I laughed and leaned into one another.
I knelt there on the floor in front of Amy with my butt in the air.  As we
began to kiss, I felt something nudge my sore asshole.

     "Owe!" I yelped into Amy's mouth.  I turned to see Howie trying to
sniff by backside.  "Hey, get away from there!" I growled.

     Amy giggled.  "Your not the only horn dog in the house."

     Howie jammed his nose against my ass again and looked at me.  I knew
what he wanted.  He hopped around a couple of times, panting and growling.

     "Sorry, Boy.  That's not for you," I said.  Amy giggled some more.  I
started to stand up, thinking I'd put the dog outside again, when Amy
spoke, her words freezing me.

     "If what we did earlier doesn't make me sick, can I tell you something
that does?" she asked in a whisper.

     "What's that?"

     "I once let Howie lick my cunt," she said, speaking the words fast
then covering her mouth with her hands, embarrassed.

     "Really?  You let him li . . .  Unghhh!" I groaned from the force of
Howie's weight as he tried to mount me.  "Get off me, you horny bastard!"
I reached back and shoved him away, forcefully.  He growled aggressively,
making both Amy and me uneasy.  I jerked myself to my feet before he could
make any further moves.

     "What the hell got into him?" Amy asked.

     "See?  I told you.  You are such a sexy thing, you just have that
effect on us guys," I said, trying to sound funny.  "Especially after what
you just said."  My mind remembered the feel of Howie's cock buried to the
hilt, knot and all, in my ass.  The guilt and shame creeped through me yet
again.  But, so did an urge, a craving, to have that breeding bone in my
man-cunt for a second time.  I began to sweat, not just from the lust
building in me, but also from the fact that I had just thought of myself as
having a cunt.

     I sat back on the corner of the bed, a tad dizzy.  Howie sniffed at my
crotch for a minute, then bumbled his way over to Amy.  She stroked his
head and scratched his chin.  "So, that got you hot, eh?" she asked me.

     "Huh?"

     "What I just told you?  You liked that?"

     "Oh . . . ," I said, my mind trying to spin in more than one direction
at once.  " . . .  Yeah .  . .  It did . . .  I guess that makes me sick,
huh?"  Just as I asked the question, Howie's nose went right to Amy's
pussy.  His muzzle burrowed into the fabric of her sweats.  She didn't once
attempt to push him away.  Instead, she looked at me and winked.

     Yep, this had turned into one heck of a morning.

     I had indeed found a happy home.

     . . .  To be continued . . .

Sorry there was no full-blown sex in this chapter.  That's coming in the
next installment.  If anyone wants me to continue . . .

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