Chapter 13

• All five of us sat around the kitchen table munching on coffee cake and more cups of coffee when Belinda, out of the blue, looked directly into my eyes and asked, "Did you fuck my Mother last night?" I almost choked on the mouthful of cake and coffee as I tried to figure out how to respond to her question. Fortunately, her Mother piped in saving me the embarrassment of answering. "That's OK, we have a very open relationship." Looking at her youngest daughter, she told her, "Yes he did and did a very fine job of it too."
• Feeling the need to lighten the moment, I stood up, somewhat blushing, and took a deep bow. The four women laughed at my antic as one of them said, "It looks like he's ready to do it again." Sure enough, as I glanced down, I saw my dick tenting the front of my khakis. I hadn't realized how all those women were affecting me as my pinkish blush turned to a bright red whilst I quickly sat down.
• We all managed to finish breakfast without further incident. Shortly thereafter, Judith, Sharon, and Amanda excused themselves from the table and sauntered into the bedroom to look at some new clothes Judith had recently brought home. That left Belinda and me sitting at the table. "Do you like the way I look?" as she cupped the bottoms of her bikini bra-covered tits and thrust them almost into my face. At the same time, she pushed back her chair and slowly spread her legs with her scant bikini bottoms tautly pulled across her front, giving me a look at the outline of her pussy. Figuring I had nothing to lose and remembering her earlier remark about me fucking her Mother, I replied, "Yeh, almost good enough to eat". I did not doubt in my mind that this, soon to be divorced, toman was coming on to me and the thought was confirmed when she leaned in and said in a hushed tone, "Here's my cell phone number, call me. I want some of what my Mother got last night". I managed to stuff the piece of paper in my pocket just as the three other women walked back into the kitchen area.