Chapter 17: Little Davie
Back in the hotel room, we dropped the towels in the bathroom, then Kaitlyn and I slipped straight into bed.
I’d intended to go straight to sleep. It was almost midnight by now, and last night’s hour-long show for Kaitlyn’s mother had me pretty well sated for now, but Mary went over to a bag she’d brought back from her second solo trip out today, sat down with it on the edge of her bed and addressed us.
“I went shopping after I found a reporter willing to run with our story,” she announced. Then she opened the bag and pulled out a long box, opened it, and pulled out a realistic chocolate brown silicone dildo.
Kaitlyn was the first to speak, “Wow! That looks just like Davie’s dong! Same color, same length, same girth…”
“Exactly!” Mary answered.
“Um, mom, I don’t need it. I’ve got the real thing,” Kaitlyn protested, trying not to sound ungrateful.
“Who said it’s for you, girlie? This is mine! It’s my reward to myself for my work persuading that reporter to take on the story. I call him Little Davie,” she said, smirking, “because unlike you, dearest daughter, I can’t have the real thing!”
I just started laughing. Then I reached out across the walkway between the beds and grabbed the faux glans, shaking it like a hand, saying, “Good to meet you, Little Davie!” Then in a squeaky voice, I did a bad ventriloquist impression, “And you, Big Davie,” filling the role of my counterpart. That got the women to laughing, too.
“I would very much like you two to join me in breaking Little Davie in tonight before we go to sleep,” Mary said.
Kaitlyn said, “Like last night?”
“Well, not so athletic this time, please. It is late. But since you told me about us splitting up tomorrow while at dinner, I thought we’d have one last session together. Who knows when or even if it will ever happen again?”
“Sure, mom, we’d love that,” Kaitlyn answered for the both of us.
And we did just that. As Mary’s mother fantasized about me, sliding that large dildo in and out of her matronly passage, I made soft careful love to her daughter. We watched each other receiving pleasure, giving pleasure ourselves. As Mary requested, we did nothing athletic this time. Each of us came only once that night, but it was nearly simultaneous for the three of us.
“Night, mom,” Kaitlyn said as I turned out the lights when we were done.
“Night, Kate-love!”
“Night, Little Davie!” I put in.
“Night, Big Davie,” Mary answered, and we laughed ourselves to sleep.