Tread Quietly into the Seductions of Night
written by:
Little tommy D.

Tread Quietly into the Seductions of Night

Jeri looked at me, stood, yawned and said "I'm giving up. This game will never end and I'm past being tired, I'm exhausted." I nodded toward her as I continued to watch the pitcher wave off the catcher's signals. I answered her with, "I can't leave now. It's in extra innings and it has me glued to this sofa. I'll be there later." She leaned over, kissed my forehead, turned and purposefully wriggled her ass as she sashayed down the hall toward the master bedroom. She opened the door, waved toward me, I blew her a kiss and she disappeared behind the door.

Jeri and I have been married for two years. She is my senior by six years and is now forty-six, but looks more like thirty-five. She was a widow when we married, the wife of one of my clients. Her husband, Harman, had owned one of the largest civil engineering companies in the state. He was killed while overseeing a bridge reconstruction in Brazil. A large oil tanker hit the bridge piling and two center sections of the newly poured concrete where he and 19 others were working fell some two hundred feet to the deck of the tanker killing them instantly. It took five years to work out the settlement and I accompanied Jeri to the final step, signing the settlement papers in the attorney's offices. It was substantial. But even before that settlement, she received a substantial settlement for his stock under a buy-sell agreement I had arranged for the owners back ten years ago. Our constant contact during those settlement years, our meetings, our luncheons to discuss investment of her settlement funds, all led to our realizing that we loved each other so, she hinted at marriage and I joined in on the hint. We all, and by all I mean her Mother, her twenty-two year old daughter Charla, and my brother, Skip, flew to Honolulu where we were married on the beach. We honeymooned in Maui, they went their separate ways and that's where we stand today.

We live in my home because I had more land; I raised horses on the side, and had an apartment over the stable barn for Charla. She polishes her equestrian skills on the horses running the track around the pasture and through the woods. We are one happy, very comfortable family residing as a family unit. Jeri was extra tired when we arrived home because I had relented and scheduled a late meeting with a client from Las Cruces who was trying to decide if he should either sell his company or incorporate and have an IPO for the stock. After our three hour meeting, we had dinner together, and didn't get home until eleven. I made the mistake of turning the game on while we were getting into our pajamas. She had on her black long sheer pants with a three quarter sleeve top; I had on short blue cotton lounge pants. We sat to watch the ending, but it didn't end. Jeri left at the top of the twelfth inning and we were now in the bottom of the fourteenth. I heard a car crunching gravel and knew that Charla was heading for the barn in her Jeep SUV. The first man up hit a walk-off homer finally ending the game at twelve forty one. I snapped the remote to off and wandered to the bed, almost as tired as Jeri professed to be.

She was sound asleep when I crawled in beside her. I would imagine I was asleep within ten minutes at the most. I was awakened by a warm, pleasant stirring of my genitals. I was groggy with sleep, didn't open my eyes, but lay there absorbed in the gentle massage of my balls and a fingernail flicking at the eye in the head of my now arousing dick. As I slowly shook off the grogginess, I moved my left arm to caress Jeri as she worked on my dick, thinking that she woke and wasn't as tired as she thought. However, I didn't make contact with her as I should have. I turned my head to the left and she was on her left side, still sound asleep. I turned back wondering what was happening to me when I felt the warmth of wetness engulf the head and a hand wrap around the shaft. I lifted my head and through the darkness saw Charla on her knees with her head over my dick and her right hand now jacking the shaft. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head up, waving my hand in a no-no to her. She grinned, gave me a thumb up and started jacking me again.

I swung my legs around, knocking her toward me where I whispered, "What do you think you're doing?" She leaned close to my ear and said, "I would have thought that at your age, you would recognize what I was doing. Am I going to have to give you the bird and bees talk?" she giggled lightly, still holding my dick in her hand. I pushed her back, stood, pulled her up and led her to the kitchen, my dick and balls still hanging out of the fly of my short PJ's. I didn't turn the lights on because the kitchen had a night light built in to the oven. When I leaned against the cabinet counter with her in the nightlight, I noticed for the first time that she was naked. I asked, again, "Don't get smart with me, Charla. What were you doing in there and why?"

"Scott, I see the way you eye me at the pool. Don't think I'm not aware of your stares. I was locking the barn door earlier when you went down the hall and saw you in your boxers. I knew it would be easy to get at your dick on a warm night when you didn't use the covers. I was only trying to satisfy your lusting after my ass and don't deny you're not using your imagination to punch me silly. I know you can't get up and walk to the cooler because of the hard on you have when you see my exposed ass. Be honest, you know want to fuck me until your dick falls off. Your face shows it when we're together."

"What the Hell else can I watch when you show up in a thong bikini no bigger than a band aid and strut your naked ass in my nose all afternoon. You have to know I'm watching, so what?"

"So, Mom likes it because I heat you up and then she reaps all the fucking while I'm left with a few fingers or a horse dildo. You think I'm not aware of what goes on when you go to your room after the pool? Even the horses can hear the grunting as the two of you are doing the dirty. Somewhere along the line it has to be my turn to get fucked. That's so what! Let's make it happen. She's asleep and I'm standing here with an aching, sopping wet pussy. There you are with your dick standing up in front of me and you're saying it's off limits to me. Like Hell it is, I want it in me now!" She moved toward me and grabbed at my dick again. I flinched, swerved to my left and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her ass against my dick, lodging it in her crack. She threw her head back and whispered, "Now you moving in the right direction. Bend me over and do me right here and now." I did. I bent her over, pushed her forward, opened the back door and pushed her onto the patio. I closed the door quietly and grabbed her hand, leading her to the pool cabana with her thinking we would use it to fuck. I let her enter first. I swiftly backed out and locked the door on her. I stood by the small window and said, "Charla, sleep out here the rest of the night. Think hard about what you were doing. We'll talk tomorrow morning when I let you out. Sleep tight." I stuck my dick and balls back inside my PJ's and left her fuming.

She yelled at me as I was walking away, "Scott, the damned thing is tight, not like Mom, and you should have found that out. You bet we'll talk. You walk away with a hard on and leave me with only my fingers to fuck with. Bastard!" I laughed as I closed the back door and returned to bed where Jeri slept soundly. I dropped back to sleep...forgetting all about her ranting.

It was Saturday and since my sleep was interrupted by Charla, I tried to sleep in, but was shaken awake by Jeri at somewhere around eight-twenty. She was sitting on the side o the bed waiting for me to regain sensibility as I shook off the sleepiness. When I looked up at her she smiled and then asked, "Tell me about Charla and you. I was brewing the coffee, getting ready to sit on the patio and read the paper but I was intrigued by sounds coming from the cabana. I went out and unlocked it to find Charla raving and ranting while stomping around totally naked. She wouldn't tell me anything except that you locked her in and left her there. What happened, Scott?"

I rose and said, "Can we get that coffee and go to the patio before I tell you the story? I think it would be the best place to talk."

She looked at me askance and murmured, "Hmmm? Must be devastating news. Okay, let's go."

"I pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and a team tee shirt, stepped into my top-siders and we walked arm in arm to the kitchen. She poured, offered a Danish, and I shook it off saying, "Later, if you still can stomach one after you hear the story."

We pulled the chairs poolside to take advantage of the cooler breeze coming off the water. I took my second sip, coughed, looked her in the eye and started my story. "Jeri, are you certain you want to hear what Charla pulled last night? It might upset you about her behavior. I don't want to cause a riff in the family because it has been a joy being together as a family unit."

"Scott, I'm very pleased to hear you say that and I want it to continue as a harmonious family unit. I think we can work out any problems we may have to face and discuss as a unit. There's no hill too high to climb when we're in a loving relationship. Now, tell me factually what happened with Charla while I slept."

I gave her the full story about being awakened by Charla fiddling with my balls and dick. I didn;t leave out the part where she swallowed it completely and was jacking on my shaft. I told her of Charla asking me to bend her over and fuck her in the kitchen. I finished with how I got her to the cabana and why I locked her in for the night. I sat there while she absorbed the entire weird event. She stood, sat her chair next to mine, took my hand and stared into my eyes as she, with tears in her eyes, offered her solution to Charla's behavior. I was stunned as she was saying, "Scott, if we keep her sexual growth in the family I'd feel much more comfortable about her. I worry when she's out with strange people I don't know. I fear she be injured, hurt badly, or even get pregnant by some slime-ball of a junkie who would get her hooked on, heaven forbid, crystal meth. That would break my heart. I'm a giving person as you know and I'm willing to give you the blessing to a three-way-alliance between you, me, and Charla. I know the person you are, I trust you with my life, so I would also trust you in a sexual relationship with my only daughter. I see the shock that shows in your face and I understand it, but you had no children to worry over. I do and I worry too much. If we do what I'm suggesting, Charla will remain at home and that'll ease my mind no end. Please consider what I have said. I don't want you to be turned-off by it, but if you are, I'll understand and accept your decision. Believe me, this wasn't an easy decision to make, but one that I want. You don't have to decide now, take a day or two and then let me know. I'll tell Charla what the decision was."

"Geez, When you started your proposal I though you were kidding, but I see that you're dead serious. Jeri, it sounds as if you and Charla have had this discussion before. Have you?"

"Honestly, Scott, yes. She brought it up about two weeks ago. I thought it was just the wine talking, but she approached me yesterday stone-cold-sober and pushed me for an answer. I guess her performance last night was her way of forcing me to act."

"Oh, fuck! What a dilemma I stepped in when I locked her up last night. I never imagined it would take this turn. And now you've transferred the monkey to my back. I need to think long and hard about this proposal. My system has an electrical connection problem at the moment. If you don't mind, I'll have another coffee and this time, I'll take the Danish to help me calm down inside."

She smiled, stood and I watched her wriggle her ass again as she returned to the kitchen. She brought a tray with coffee and Danishes, set it on the metal table in front of us and sat. I sipped the coffee as I broke off chunks of the chocolate chips Danish and chewed slowly thinking about the pros and cons of the offer on the table. When I got to the last bite, Jeri piped in and said, "I was just thinking that if you agree, we could use the pool and never have to worry about putting on an uncomfortable swimsuit again. That's a plus, you know."

I laughed and pointed out that she'd have to convince the members of my staff, the other planners and their wives to come to our annual party naked. We both laughed as we pictured some of them without clothes. I leaned forward laughing and said, "That would be a sight to behold, especially after we sent out the newsletter to our clients with pictures from the gathering. Imagine the comments that would fly in immediately." Jeri sat back, looked up and yelled, "Oh, Lord, let me pray that nothing like that ever happens!" I roared along with her and that served to break the tension. I was sent back to solemn when Charla turned the corner in her band-aid thong swimsuit, dropped her towel and entered the water on the steps at the shallow end. She stopped when the water was tits high and yelled to us, "It must have been a great joke. I could hear the laughing at the barn. You'll have to tell me later." She kicked and began to breast stroke doing her regular one hundred laps of the pool while we sat cheering her on. As I watched her, I punched Jeri on the thigh and said, "Charla is almost without a swimsuit anyway. The one she has hides nothing at all." Jeri nodded agreement.

A little later when Charla had finished her laps and was ascending the steps at the shallow end, Jeri mused, "I've noticed that her thong has affected you since she started wearing it. You've kept a hard on the entire time she's at the pool with us" I reached and slapped her thigh with the palm of my hand and whispered, "Dammit it, Jeri. You weren't supposed to notice it. But remember what I told you. Charla said that she heated me up so that when we went to change you always got a good fucking because she could hear the grunting and screaming. You, according to Charla, benefited from what she created." Jeri laughed and said, "That was my good fortune and that's what kids are for, to please their parents. And, she did!" I snorted and gave her a huge smile. She looked my way and spit at me, "Oh, so you're anticipating what's coming a little later, huh?" I smiled again and responded with a leer, "You can bet your sweet ass I am, Mrs. St. John."

Charla sat near us and dried her hair with the dryer from the storage box. Jeri and I went to the kitchen to prepare the steaks for grilling in the late afternoon. She readied the baking potatoes, the corn, and the salad. She told me to get my butt out of the kitchen while she finished the prepping. I stepped out to the patio again and Charla was missing. I went looking for her.

When I turned the corner, Charla was on the nearest end of the pool extension exercising to the music from a boom box. I didn't want to disturb her routine so I didn't say anything, just stood leaning against the storage box watching her dance-like moves. When the beat o the music changed, her routine followed and this change wasn't good for me. She held her arms up high, to the side, and began bending to touch her toes alternatively. The routine put her lovely, elegant, dazzling thong-string ass in full display before my eyes. By the time she had done four routines, my dick was as hard as the Formica counter-top I was leaning against and was still hardening.

After about ten of the toe touching routines the music moved to a more salsa style and she began dancing to it. When she whirled with the beat, she caught sight of me at the storage box, suddenly stopped dancing and ran to me, stood in front of my fully extended dick and exclaimed, "Oh, Scott! How charming that you raised that just for me. Let me compliment you on its size and how it's able to extend your swimsuit. Last night was so dark that I didn't really get to appreciate how handsome it really is and how well you wear it."

"Cut the shit, Charla. You've set off a firestorm of emotion and indecision inside the family. We're trying to work through it now, so if you want it to happen, don't play games with me or you'll really fuck it up."

"But Scott. I was only trying to pay you a compliment and be nice. Be nice back to me, please. May I ask why you were affected when you saw me?"

'Well, Charla, you distracted me from my thoughts when you began touching your toes with nothing but that string between your cheeks. I tried not to think about your ass, but that's hard to do when you flaunt it. However, since its compliment time at the pool, I'll return the compliment by confessing that you have a beautiful and superb ass. It's neat, tight, and what I could see of your asshole, it had great coloration. It was pure pleasure to watch you exercise, and as you know, it shows the evidence because you were the one who pointed out my hard dick. Now I have a question for you. Are you going to dress for dinner or eat like you are now?"

"I'll stay as I am. I want to do a few more exercises before dinner."

I answered by saying, "Okay. We'll call you when it's time to sit down and eat. Go on with your exercises."

"Okay, but Scott. Save some of that hard on for me, please." She laughed as I waved a disgusted hand at her. WE all decided to stay in our swimsuits and because of that, we moved dinner to the covered section of the patio. Dinner was superb. The rib eyes were perfection and the balance of the meal fit well with the medium rare meat. We finished three bottles of Merlot during dinner and Jeri opened a fourth so that we could sit and sip under the moon at poolside. It was a picture perfect evening. The slight waving of the pool from the light breeze showed the moonlight to its ultimate as it reflected from the pool. On a night like this, almost anything goes well with the scenery and the glass full of Merlot was no exception.

Around nine thirty, Jeri said she was becoming chilled and suggested we move inside. Jeri and I strolled down the carpeted hallway to open the double doors to the master bedroom. Charla was still in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher. Jeri had stripped her swimsuit and taken a quick shower. I followed her in the shower and stepped out to dry my hair. I looked toward the bed and saw Jeri in the center of our king bed in the large room. She was naked, smiling, and patting the side of the bed near her as she said, "Scott, I saved a place for you. Hurry in before I go cold." I took a long drink of the Merlot, took my glass and placed it on the glass coaster on the table and I dutiful followed Jeri's instructions as I stretched out exactly where she told me and let my hard on point at the ceiling.

We lay there quietly for several minutes watching the overhead fan swishing its blades over us as it created an extremely pleasant cooling effect on our warm from the shower bodies. The room was filled with soft instrumental music to set the mood. Jeri rose, turned toward me lowered her head, and I took her left tit in my mouth and began sucking the nipple. When I sucked in a breath, Jeri pulled me toward her right tit so I wrapped my lips around the right nipple and tongued it gently as I sucked slowly. I was still munching at her nipple and my fingers were busy working on the lips on her hairy pussy, but I was playing it cool and I hadn't fingered her yet. I smiled down at Jeri again, turned away when I felt her hand wrapped around my shaft, holding tight while she used the magic of her index finger to tease me by circling the head and toying with the eye. I had been busy on Jeri with my eyes closed and was truly feeling the effect of all the wine. I swiftly opened my eyes, shifted my gaze to my right and did a double take. I was in a 'what the fuck' once more when I saw that the hand wasn't Jeri's, but was Charla who held my dick tightly in her hand as she had started gently, slowly jacking me off once more. She moved her ass closer to me and continued with my dick. I think I was too stunned to touch her yet. My heart was racing. No doubt about it, I didn't expect this, although with Charla's recent actions and Jeri's attitude about having Charla join us, who could have predicted what may be on the menu tonight. I had a suspicion that they planned this episode after our talk this afternoon.

While I fought that dilemma in my mind, my problem was compounded when Charla rolled away from Jeri and me, threw her leg over my hips and rose on top of me. She leaned to my ear and whispered, "If you aren't going to finger fuck me, then I'm going to fuck your dick." She rose again, lifted her hips and sat on my erect dick, sliding smoothly down the full length, an insignificant grimace showing in her eyes-closed face. She hit bottom, adjusted her body and her legs, put her hands on my abdomen and began her up and down slow movements. She was right, she was tight and firm inside. I took both of her tits in my hands and tweaked the nipples as I felt the warmth growing around my dick. In eight to ten ups and down, her juices were flowing and the squishing sounds became more prevalent. Jeri was at my side observing Charla's fucking and studying her movements as if she was a teacher watching an apt student perform in a gym assignment.

I turned my head toward Jeri and saw that she had moved to a position behind Charla and was engrossed with Charla's ass as it moved up and down on my dick. I was once again stunned when Jeri leaned forward and stuck her nose in Charla's ass and began to lick her asshole. I wondered to myself if that had been a regular occurrence for them by the way it was performed. To me, it indicated lots of practice over the last several years. My God, you never know the one you love. It had been five years since Jeri's husband, Harman, had died. Had she and Charla been in a mother-daughter lesbian relationship all those years? Christ, I need an answer to that question.

But, my mind went back to back to Charla and her fucking routine. That item also showed a modicum of practice and as she fucked away at me, I was wondering if she took part in mother-daughter parties with other men. Based on tonight's factors, I have to assume the two of them fuck a lot between them. Oh, shit, what have I stepped in along the way that I was ineptly unaware of with this family? My attention was shifted suddenly when Charla started breathing more rapidly, her gasps became louder, and on one upswing on my dick, she exploded. She yelled my name, fell forward on me and lay there twitching, and gasping. What could I do except to wrap my arms around her, squeeze her closer to me, pull her chin up and tenderly kiss her through her gasps. As I I lay there awaiting her return to normal, I turned my attention to Jeri, noting that Charla's orgasm didn't disturb her licking Charla's asshole. As I held Charla, I grabbed Jeri's head and pulled it up. I pointed toward my dick. She got the message. She took me in her mouth, I swung her body around and I rolled Charla to the side. I lifted Jeri over my chest, spread her legs and attacked her pussy with my tongue. We were in the sixty-nine position and Charla had prepped my dick well. I had my tongue on her clit when her majestic sucking hit the well and I filled her mouth full of my white sticky cum. She kept my dick in her mouth while my cum leaked out the sides and down my dick. She was tugging at my balls, and I jerkily backed out of her mouth to allow her to milk my dick for the last few drops of cum I had left inside me. I took the towel I had used to dry my hair and tenderly wiped her mouth and cheeks. I leaned down and kissed her. I lay beside her on one side, and Charla on the other; Charla stirred and turned toward me, reached for my still half-hard dick and began jacking on me, resurrecting the dead for a second round of family fucking.

Charla , still jacking on me, looked at me and said, "Man! That was a phenomenal fuck even though it hurt to start. You forced it you know by teasing me without delivering. I just had to take over and complete what you started," she giggled and kissed me. "But, my jobs not over yet. You're still a brick I need inside me. So, how do we solve the problem? Do you fuck me, do I suck you, do I jack you off? What's your pleasure, Scott?"

"Let me show you, Charla. Hang on, the rides gonna rock your ass sideways."

I rolled over with my newly teased hard on. I had her under me now, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I started punching at her. As with her mother Jeri, the woman won as the energy we had was endless as I banged against her cervix on the down stroke and removed the lining of her pussy on the upstroke. She was huffing, moaning, and muttering soft, "Fuck. Oh, fuck, Scott, that's killing me, but don't stop." In what seemed to be an eternity, I sensed the boiling point approaching. My face was contorted as I thrust harder and harder trying to build the power to shoot at will. My balls disappeared, I knew it was on the way and I was surprised to see Jeri at Charla's head in what seemed to be cheering me on. Mother love for the daughter learning how to be fucked by an older experienced man. My thoughts were that maybe Jeri was right to have Charla get her fucking at home instead of with a fumbling amateur. I knew I was enjoying being the instructor.

Impulsively, I pulled out, my cum began to flow and when it did, it hit Jeri on her tits and sprayed over the face of Charla until it waned and then sparsely sprayed her tits and abdomen. Jeri slid toward me, grabbed my dick and was jerking on it to keep the cum flowing. Charla released her legs; Jeri pulled my dick and fell backwards on the bed. She pulled me backwards, positioned me between her legs and stuck my dick in her pussy. I instinctively began thrusting in and out of her looser pussy. She put her legs around me in the same fashion and held me tight. Charla was behind me fondling my balls, my dick regained its hardness and we fucked for at least ten minutes before she screamed, bucked upwards, bit my chin and I started shooting my third miniscule load into her pussy. She wouldn't release me until I had stopped having dick spasms and relaxed my hold on her body.

When I rolled off her, I was shocked to see Charla behind her Mom licking on her ass. She shifted her position and had her face in Jeri's pussy working her flailing tongue at Jeri's clit. I found pleasure as I observed them in a slower, less frantic lesbian fuck than I had given her. My attention was diverted when Charla left her Mother's pussy and slid easily across my legs, mouthed my flaccid and worn down dick as I moaned at the warmth inside her mouth. Damn, that felt good. I leaned back on the pillow and eyed Charla the whole time as she worked diligently to bring my dick to life and raise another hard on. When she had accomplished at least a good stiffness, she continued until she drew pumping semen-less ejaculation that she took in and swallowed the meager drops. When she knew it was empty for good. I was awed that I had managed to have four ejaculations in one session. At my age, my chest was puffed out until I realized it was because of the wine, the newness of the pussy offered, and I was deflated to know it probably wouldn't happen again.

After she released my dick, she moved up on the pillow beside me and the three of us snuggled while we allowed our bodies to recover from our easy evening fuck. We stayed in that position under the cooling fan for some twenty minutes. I asked Charla if she intended to sleep in the king bed with us. She nodded and said, "If it's okay with the two of you." Jer i leaned across me, kissed her and said, "Any time you want to sleep with us, you're welcome." I snapped the light off, turned to Charla and said, "You know, Charla, I never got a taste of your pussy or your lovely ass."

She kissed me, looked at Jeri and responded and responded, "That's at the top of the list for tomorrow night you know." I closed my eyes as I pictured what an event that would be after tonight. My thoughts were broken when Charla began emitting a low moan and I opened my eyes to see Jeri and when I did, I saw Jeri fondling Charla's ass with both hands. Not to be excluded, I extended my right hand and gently squeezed on the young, glowing damp lips of Charla's pussy. That move elicited louder moans; a jerky shift in her body, and her hand moved to my head and pulled it against her left tit. I shifted my eyes back to Jeri and drew in a sharp breath when I saw her spread the cheeks of Charla's ass and lower her head. I couldn't see that far down from my position on the pillow through the darkness, but I could only assume she was giving Charla a rim job by the way Charla's body responded. I moaned and wondered if Saturday night would ever end. But, then again, did I really want it to end?