Chapter 14: Encore Show
All that talk about Kaitlyn streaking naked through the JRE offices dodging night workers and being pursued by lusty geeks had gotten me wound up. Then on top of that was all of the rest of the day’s activities: the lingerie shopping trip, the skinny dipping session in the hotel pool room, Kaitlyn showing me off to her mother back in the room… And then to put the cherry on top, I hadn’t gotten any last night, being too tired from the trip up and concerned with her mother being in the room with us.
And now we were going right back to that same hotel room! Kaitlyn and I had taken to having sex most every night, so I was feeling…tight. Ready to explode, hopefully inside her, not at her.
I proposed, “Kaitlyn, I’m getting hornier and hornier as you tell this story. What say we take a shower together back at the room? I suspect you could use some relief, too.”
She just said, “Sounds nice,” with a faraway smile on her lips.
I reached over and stroked her thigh in thanks.
When we walked into the room, Kaitlyn’s mother Mary was in bed reading. And she was topless, the blankets pulled only up around her stomach, her heavy breasts on full display!
She just smiled at us in greeting and said, “How was your night out? Did you have fun?”
Yes, she clearly believed we’d gone out clubbing or some such.
I let Kaitlyn answer, “Oh, yes, it was a very good night.”
“That’s nice, dearie,” her mother replied, then went back to her reading.
We were putting away our things and about to start getting ready for our shower — I thought! — when Kaitlyn’s mother slipped a bookmark into her book, apparently having reached the end of the paragraph or chapter or whatever. Then she closed the book, set it on the night table and climbed out of bed. Not topless, she was completely naked! She walked casually past us, smiling gently at our steady gazes as she squeezed past on her way to the bathroom, the narrow hotel room walkways making three a crowd. Once in the other room, Mary began her nighttime ablutions, the clear sound of tooth-brushing coming through the open bathroom door.
Well, that scratched my plan, or at least put it on hold.
Kaitlyn and I went back to sit on the bed and chat while we waited for her mother to finish in the bathroom. I told her quietly, so as not to be overheard through the open bathroom door, “I’ll be very happy if you look as good as your mother when you get to her age.”
“I’d never really thought about it until you introduced the family to nudism, Davie. I think I’ve seen her naked more in the past few weeks than in the past 22 years, going back to when I was a toddler and would sometimes bathe with her.”
“Not even changing clothes?” I asked.
“No,” Kaitlyn answered. “The other way around, of course: mom dressed me for years as a small kid, but once I’d figured the trick of it out, she left me to dress myself, and she always closed her bedroom door when she was dressing. They were pretty strict about it being private space in there as we were growing up. I caught a few glances of her in underwear or less through the years, but even the wedding dress-fitting this morning was an unusual amount of exposure for us. I wasn’t quite as embarrassed standing there in my undies in front of her as I’d have been if I hadn’t met you, but I still felt it, Davie. This isn’t normal for us.”
“Magic will make it normal. This is our world now. The only way to get back to your old normal is to give up magic,” I told her.
“Not gonna happen,” she said firmly.
We were quiet for a while, and the door latched closed. Apparently her mother was still shy about a few things!
Kaitlyn spoke up a little louder now. “That show when you came back from the pool before lunch…that was arranged,” she admitted.
“I thought it might have been, with you moving over to the far side of the bed like that. It’s why I turned to talk to your mother and ignored you so much.” I was feeling a bit guilty about that.
“You played it perfectly, Davie. Exceptional for an aspie, in fact,” she teased. “Besides, I like looking at your butt, too, not just your front.”
“I caught your mother staring at it, too,” I revealed.
“Yes, Davie, I’m definitely marrying you for your butt,” she continued with the tease.
“My arse is yours, my love. Anything else you want, too.”
“Anything?” she queried, getting serious.
“I’m having a hard time thinking of anything so extreme that I’d refuse,” I said. “Something that I could conceive of you actually asking me for, I mean. I’m pretty sure you aren’t a raging psychopath.”
“Thank you for your confidence,” she said sardonically. A smile brightened her face. “What I do want is for you to join me in giving my mother another show.”
I just shrugged and began to strip off.
I was down to my underwear when Kaitlyn stopped me. “Not just naked, Davie. A show like on the 3rd, that first night at the farm.”
“Ah,” I just said, stunned. “You mean the early fireworks.”
“Yeah, Davie, them,” she replied with a broad grin.
“I thought you were pretty deeply embarrassed about getting caught like that,” I replied.
Kaitlyn said, “I was, but then with her request today, and her admission that she liked the first show so much… We don’t even have to go on her words, Davie, we have her actions: she crept closer and watched the whole thing! Then tonight while I was stuck hiding at one point, I got to thinking, and I decided I want it, too! It makes me feel like a real woman, Davie. It’s me showing my own mother that I can attract a wonderful mate and show myself taking him as my own. You are mine, Devindra Bhat, and I want to claim you in front of her, in the light this time!”
I couldn’t refuse her this. It was way beyond my comfort zone, but I’d just focus on Kaitlyn. That would be no trouble at all.
“Your mother’s just spectating, right? She stays on her bed,” I clarified.
“That’s my intent. If she comes over, I don’t know what I’ll do, but my intent is to claim you for my own tonight, Davie.”
I paused, took a deep breath, and then said, “You’ve got it. Your wish is my command.” And then I kissed her before she could think I was making fun of her.
Kaitlyn kissed back with passion, and I began slowly removing pieces of her clothing as we languidly rolled around the bed, never fully breaking contact.
I’d gotten Kaitlyn down to her underwear as well by the time her mother emerged from the bathroom. We were in a heated embrace, full attention now on our kissing as her mother rounded the corner, announcing “Your turn!” before looking over at us. “Oh!” Then her mother just crept past us without another word.
We’d broken our kiss and looked up at her exclamation, but on seeing her retreat, we resumed kissing and caressing each other. Mary stayed silent, just watching us from the other bed. I saw her lay down and slip under the covers and watch us, ignoring her book, her large matronly breasts now hanging heavily to the side.
We kissed for a long time, slowly losing our underwear. The next time I happened to glance over at Mary, her tongue was on her lips, her bright green eyes intent on our show, so I returned my attention to Kaitlyn.
Naked now, I slipped down Kaitlyn’s tight body, kissing down along her neck, her breasts, her belly, and ended up kneeling on the floor, having dragged Kaitlyn along with me to the edge of the bed, her legs over my shoulders and her pussy in my face. I raised up somewhat on my knees, lifting her butt up off the bed, and I began stroking her all over with my hands, paying special attention to her buttocks and back, as my tongue began stroking her labia.
When Kaitlyn began to moan, I leaned hard into it, almost suffocating myself, my hands going for her breasts as my tongue began rapidly oscillating her clit. She cried out, “Ahhhh!” grasping at the bedspread.
We didn’t have the power of nature to lend a measure of control to our reactions, to bolster our stamina, or to open each others’ feelings and sensations to the other, but we knew each other well enough to make a good showing of it regardless.
I kept Kaitlyn rocking back and forth across the orgasmic tipping point for perhaps fifteen minutes before I’d sensed she’d had enough and pushed her back up the bed, following her up at my leisure, slowly kissing from the base of one foot up her inner calf, around to her outer thigh, up her flank, and finally planting a good solid kiss in her sensitive armpit, yielding a squirm of delight and a surprised “Yaaahh!”
In that position, I happened to catch a second glimpse of Mary, still on the other bed in the background, her daughter’s breasts in the close foreground. She had her lower arm around her pillow, clamping it to her head while the other was down under the covers, moving. Her eyes were hooded and her mouth slack, but she was still watching.
I resumed my kisses, going across Kaitlyn’s shoulder, up her neck, and back to her wonderfully kissable lips. The last of her belly quivers died out as we resumed deep kissing for a few minutes, and then she gave me a signal so subtle I can’t even identify it consciously. I just knew: she wanted me inside her now. I was ready.
I decided to go first for a bit of a tease. Instead of sliding straight inside, I rubbed my glans along her labia, enjoying the sight of them pushing apart and gathering in rounded folds. Several times I stroked along her clit, causing her to gasp.
I could sense her need growing, so I slid most of my seven and a half inches gently inside her ready wetness and began pumping slowly, lovingly. It was a different experience, doing it outside of the Gaia bond, but it was wonderful nevertheless. I now knew bone-deep what Kaitlyn liked, not just from her telling me, not just from her reactions, but from being inside her body as I made love to her from the outside. The memory of it was enough.
I stroked just as I thought she’d want, and she encouraged me along with her gasps and moans.
I rolled over and now let her ride me for a while, knowing that by giving up control without Gaia to give me strength, I was at risk of shooting earlier than I wanted, but Kaitlyn knew me from the inside out in the same way. She knew what my signals were, what my limits were. She rode me good and hard, but as I was getting close to my orgasm, she slipped off, and I took the hint to return to cunnilingus, cooling myself down while I kept her hot.
I lifted her thighs back onto my shoulders as I rose up into a low kneeling pose on the bed and ate her out, blood rushing to her gasping face, awash in pleasure and freedom. Once she’d had another orgasm and her quivering thighs unclamped from around my ears, I let her slip down onto the bed.
Shortly after, she got up into doggy position, and I finished myself off that way, pounding her fast and hard, able now to bottom out completely on each stroke with a sharp slap of my pubes against her buns. I brought her to one last simultaneous crashing orgasm with me, our coupled throbs in time with each other even without the Gaia bond.
As if off in the distance, I heard a second woman crying out in passion and turned my head to see Kaitlyn’s mother, two fingers buried deep in her vagina, hips up off the bed, the covers having slid to the floor, her body convulsed in her own orgasm.
I slid down beside Kaitlyn, then pulled her up into a spoon pose, her buttocks tight against my wet crotch, both of us just watching her mother come back down as we did the same ourselves. We said nothing for a good minute, just drinking in the afterglow.
Kaitlyn’s mother got up out of bed, squatted down beside our bed, and kissed Kaitlyn on the forehead, saying, “Thank you, my dearest daughter Kaitlyn. It was everything I asked for and much more!”
Then she stood and leaned over Kaitlyn to kiss me on the lips, more than chaste but less than passionate, telling me, “And you, Davie, welcome to the family. I can’t wait until next month when I will be able to call you my son, and I am thrilled that my daughter caught you!”
My eyes misted at that.
Then Mary turned to rearrange her bedclothes, slipped beneath them, turned towards us on her side and fell quickly asleep, her breasts hanging out of the covers.
I squeezed one of Kaitlyn’s much smaller perfect handfuls and whispered in her ear, “I’m ready for that shower now.”
She laughed at me, “You’re insatiable!” But she got up and led me into the bathroom.
A few minutes into the shower, I was hard again, and we had another quickie there and then.
We toweled off, turned off the lights in the bathroom before opening the door, and crept quietly out into the darkened hotel room, slipped into bed together, and went to sleep.
I got the wet spot, but I didn’t mind. It was ours, a product of me and my love Kaitlyn.