Heather and Heidi's mother finds out about the slumber parties.
“Lilly,” Scott called out as he hung up the phone, “Help me straighten things up a bit. We’ve got company coming over.”
Lilly came into his den and asked, “Who?”
“Heather, Heidi, and their mother, Molly. She just called me and said that we need to talk. Sounded rather urgent.”
The house didn’t really need much cleaning, with just the two of them, it stayed pretty nice most of them time. Soon there was knock on the door. A rather insistent, almost angry knock. Lilly answered it and let the girls and their mother in.
She immediately commanded them, “Heather, Heidi. Please go with Lilly to her room. I need to speak with her father alone.”
After they left, Scott invited her into his den where she closed the door rather forcefully. Not quite a slam, but almost. Scott was both concerned and intrigued.
“What can I do for you, Molly?”
She silently glared at him for a moment and then said, “I know you’ve been fucking my daughters. And all the other girls too.”
Scott didn’t say anything.
“And don’t try to insult my intelligence by denying it. I may not be some big time lawyer like you, but I’m not an idiot.”
“No,” he said, “I don’t think you’re an idiot. And I would never insult you. I don’t deny it.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t tell the other parents. Let’ see some of the lawyer talk in action.”
“Molly, I’m not going to argue with you about this. You do what you feel you have to do and whatever happens, happens.”
Molly looked at the floor for a moment, let out a big sigh, then looked back up at Scott and said without anger, “I’m not going to say anything. My girls would hate me.”
“They could never hate you. You’re their mother.”
“And you’re their lover. They love you. They said I should marry you so you can be their father.”
Scott smiled and asked, “Where is their father?”
Molly looked sad but didn’t answer instead she asked, “Do you know what surprised me the most when they told me what you guys did? How much they enjoyed it. You taught them that sex was pleasurable.”
“Of course. You don’t think it is?”
“I’ve never enjoyed it. No man has ever given me an orgasm. Hell, no man has ever made me moist. Every time I’ve had sex the best I could hope for was that it would be over fast. Fast or not, it always was painful. Some men were happy that I was in pain. That’s why I quit dating completely.”
“I’m sorry,” Scott said sympathetically.
“Thank you, but it’s not a big deal,” she replied, “and with two girls to raise, I didn’t have time anyway.”
“Anyone raising two girls on her own deserves all the good things in life she can get.”
“That’s why I’m here.”
“I thought you were here to chew me out.”
“That too,” she said with a smile. “But after a lot of long talks with the girls about you, they convinced me to ask you for a favor.”
“Anything, just ask.”
“Just once in my life, I want to have an orgasm. Will you help me with that?”
“If that’s what you want, I would be more than happy to help,” he answered kindly.
Molly stood up and said, “Ok, let’s get it over with. Do you want to do it here or in your bedroom?”
Scott laughed and said, “It’s not something to just do it to get it over with. I think you need something else even more than sex.”
“What?”
“Romance.”
“Romance?”
“Romance. Start with flowers. Then dinner at a fancy restaurant. One those places with candles on the tables. After that, a carriage ride in the park. Then to a 5 star hotel. A luxury suite. Silk sheets. King sized mattress. The most comfortable mattress you ever slept on.”
Molly’s eyes lit up and she asked, “Does it have room service?”
“Of course. And you can have a massage therapists come to the room too. Work out all the tension and stress in your body. A good massage is almost as good as an orgasm.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Molly said.
“Then it’s settled. Saturday, I’ll give you the most romantic night of your life.”
Molly then frowned and said, “It really does sound great, but I can’t do those things.”
“Why not?”
“My life is simple. We’ve always had enough, but no real luxuries. I don’t have a fancy dress that I can wear. Maybe we should just go to a movie. Or maybe not do anything at all. Forget I even asked. You don’t have to have sex with me. I don’t blame you. Why would you choose me when you have your choices of all these pretty, young girls with their perfect bodies.”
“Ok,” Scott said, “You are also a pretty and young and have a beautiful body.”
“You haven’t seen my stretch marks.”
“I don’t care. Those are marks of honor. You’ve had two girls. Be proud of them. And as for a fancy dress, I’ll take care of that. You may have had always had enough, but I’ve always had excess. Way more than I need. It would be really easy to move into some high-class snooty neighborhood full of snobs who think they are better than everyone else just because they have money. But if I had done that, then Lilly would have grown up to be a bitch. Her mother was a bitch before I had money, I’m glad she’s not around now that I have it. Anyway, I think people who have money should always try to use that money for other people. It’s fine to be comfortable. It’s fine to have luxury. But one should always be connected to his neighbors. I will buy you a fancy dress for our date. You deserve it.”
Molly smiled at him but continued to try and protest, “You really are a good man, but I don’t deserve it.”
“Tell me the truth, are you saying no because you don’t want it or do you really want it but don’t want to admit it because you are scared that accepting it makes you look like a gold digger?”
Scott stepped close to her and leaned in until they were nose to nose. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want a new dress?”
Molly smiled and said, “I want a new dress.” Then she kissed him. She was so surprised at her forwardness but a passion she had never felt before overtook her.
When she finally broke the kiss, she blushed and sat down. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t find the words. She just looked at him. She had never met a man so sincere, so kind, so honest. She was really starting to understand why her daughter’s loved him.
Scott called Lilly, Heather, and Heidi to come into office. When they arrived, he had them sit down and said, “Molly and I are going out on a date this Saturday.”
The girls jumped up and yelled for joy. Heather and Heidi threw their arms around Molly, Lilly practicably tackled her father. They were so excited to have brought their parents together.
“Ok, ok, ok,” Scott said, “Settle down. We have some preparations to make. Lilly how much is on your credit card?”
“Only about a $100. And we talked about that. You know I never use it without talking to you first.”
“I know. Well, I want you to max it out this week.”
“On what?”
“A dress for Molly. I’m taking her to the finest restaurant in town, so she needs a new dress.”
Lilly asked, “What about getting her nails done too?”
“Of course, and her hair. And anything else she wants. This is a special night for her.”
“But,” Molly protested, “that’s much too much.”
“Nonsense,” Scott replied, “go crazy. Get all dolled up. Price is no object.”
“Except,” he added with a gleam in his eye, “don’t go flying to Paris or Milan to get the very latest. Exercise some restraint.”
Before she could stop herself Molly joked, “I make no promises.”
Then she crossed over and kissed him again passionately while the girls cheered.
Scott ordered Chinese food delivered in and then they sat down and played Monopoly like a regular family. Complete with Lilly sulking because she went bankrupt first. She got over it after a few minutes and then Scott said it was time to call it a night. He and Molly both had to work the next day and the girls all had school. Plans were made that Lilly would go home from school with Heather and then she would go shopping with Molly.
After one more long kiss, Molly left and Scott couldn’t believe his feelings. He was excited and nervous like some kid going to prom with his first girlfriend. Except he knew he was going to get lucky at the end of the date. Unless she changed her mind, but he was fairly certain she wouldn’t. Still, with her past bad experiences, he would have to be careful so as not to scare her.
Saturday came and Scott knocked on Molly’s door, carrying a bouquet of flowers. Heidi let him and he stood in the foyer while she want to get her mother.
Molly came down the stairs a vision of pure loveliness.
She was wearing a sleeveless black dress. The hem feel above her knees, about mid-thigh showing off her legs that Scott hadn’t realized before now just how smooth and beautiful they were. The neck line was cut low enough to show a hint of cleavage. He couldn’t wait to see the rest of it. Her hair, which she usually wore up, was flowing down over her shoulders. It had some soft curls and highlighted her face. She wearing only a small amount of make-up, but it accented her soft features.
Except for her lipstick. That was bright red and made her lips look moist, full, and inviting. An invitation Scott couldn’t decline. He took her in his arms and
kissed her hard. Then stepped back and presented the flowers he was carrying.
“I know it’s kind of old fashioned, but I hope you like pink roses.”
She was practically beaming as she took them and then teased him, “Did my girls tell you that I like pink better than red?”
“You don’t think I just knew by instinct?”
“No.” They both laughed. Molly handed the bouquet to Heather and asked her to put them in water. After that, Heather and Heidi ran upstairs to grab their bags. Scott and Molly were going to drop them off with Lilly and the other girls for their regular slumber party, then head into the city for their date.
As they walked out the front door, Molly, Heather, and Heidi found another surprise. They were stunned. Their mouths dropped open. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Scott enjoyed seeing their reaction.
Finally Heidi let out a screech, “A LIMO! YOU BOUGHT A LIMO!”
“No,” Scott corrected her, “I rented a limo. I’m not quite vain enough to buy one for everyday use.”
“Scott,” Molly said, “It really is too much.”
“Oh mom,” Heather said, “Just have fun. It’s wonderful. We may never get another chance to ride in a limo. Just say thank you. That’s what people with good manners would say.”
“What do you know about good manners?” Molly asked.
“Only what you taught me,” Heather replied.
Molly turned to Scott and said, “She’s right. I’m sorry, Scott. I’m being rude. It really is a wonderful gesture. Thank you. And I have to be honest, if someone had asked me an hour ago, I would have said that I never expected to ride in a limo in my life. Thank you.” She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard and long. Then, feeling a bit mischievous, she moved a hand down to his butt and give it a pinch. She hoped the girls didn’t see it. But they had and exchanged a knowing look with Scott. He grinned back at them. The girls broke out laughing causing Molly to blush.
Then in mock anger, she scolded Scott saying, “If you laugh with them that’s the only action you’ll get tonight.”
They all got into the back of the limo. The girls couldn’t resist the temptation to touch every button, turning features on and off. They especially loved raising and lowering the window that separated them from the driver. When they dropped the girls off, Scott went inside to give Lilly a couple of last minute instructions. Molly waited and apologized for the girls being a nuisance. The driver said that most weekend he had to deal with drunk frat parties or even drunker bridal parties. The girls were no bother at all.
Scott returned to the car, and Molly asked, “how long until we get to the restaurant?”
“About 20 minutes,” Scott answered.
“That should be long enough.” Molly addressed the driver and said, “It looks like I’m just my daughters and have to play with the buttons too.” She then raised the window cutting off the driver from seeing them.
She gave more kisses to Scott and then moved her hand down to his crotch. “I hope you don’t mind if we get an early start.”
She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.
She pumped it back and forth a few times and when it was at full attention, she lowered her mouth onto it.
She felt a bit of fear in her heart. She wondered what he would do if she stopped. Stopping now probably wasn’t fair to him, but she had to know how he would react. He talked sweet, but so had other men she’d been with. Then they turned nasty when she tried to set her boundaries. She needed to know that he was as genuine as he seemed and it wasn’t an act.
She pulled her mouth off his dick and sat up. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I think I moved a little too fast. Is it ok if we wait?”
“Of course,” Scott replied, “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“What if I decide later that I don’t want to suck your dick at all?”
“Then you don’t have to suck my dick.”
“I’m still not sure that I want to let you fuck me.”
“I won’t force you. Let’s just take it one step at a time. Even if we don’t fuck, we can still have a nice dinner.”
Molly smiled, kissed him again, and said, “Thank you. No one ever let me stop sucking them before. They always held my head down. They came in my mouth and didn’t even care if I started choking. I had to be sure you were being honest with me.”
Then she leaned back down and put his cock back in her mouth. She sucked like she was trying to get a thick milkshake through a thin straw. She continued to pump it with her hand as she sucked and eventually she heard Scott say, “I’m about to cum.”
Molly pulled her mouth off him again and asked, “Is it ok if I finish with my hand?”
“It’s ok,” he said.
Then she leaned down and continued sucking him until she felt his dick twitch and tasted his think cum shooting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.
Finally, he relaxed. She used her tongue to clean him off, then gently pushed it back into his pants and zipped him up.
He said gently, “You really do have trust issues, don’t you?”
“Like I told you, no man has ever done anything but use me as a cum dumpster. You are the first one I have willingly sucked like that.”
“It would have been fine if you just finished jerking me, you didn’t need to swallow.”
“Where are manners,” she asked? “Just say thank you.”
“Thank you.”
“Besides, I didn’t know if your pants were yours or not. A lot of guys just rent tuxedos.”
“They’re my pants, but it was very considerate of you to think about the well being of tuxedo rental places. They probably do get a lot cum stained pants back. Especially after prom. Which is why I own mine.”
“Also,” she continued, “I doubt the maitre d' would let you in without clean pants.”
He looked at her and said, “Good thing the chauffer isn’t so fussy about blowjobs in the car.”
“That’s why I put the divider up.”
Scott laughed and said, “They aren’t soundproof. Plus there’s a camera.”