I Stumbled into a Daily Blowjob C17

Authors note * I've had several messages asking when chapter 16 would be published even though it was published a few weeks ago, and once I looked it appears it's not in the proper listing sync. If you haven't read chapter 16 but want to read it first to follow the story in a continuous flow, you will find it in the series listing on my profile page, just not in the proper order.

For whatever reason, story title has been limited with fewer characters, so the upcoming chapters will be listed as C16, C17, C18 and so on rather than the previous Ch.16, Ch.17. I hate that this throws the chapter listings out of sync, but it is what it is.

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Chapter 17

It's another Friday morning, staring at my scheduling screen as texts are coming in from subcontractors. Thankfully Jill has gotten past her uneasiness and rode with Ashley to school this morning so I can work. Hopefully the new car title will arrive soon, and she can start driving herself.

Glancing out the window it's overcast and a bit dark out for this time of the morning, and I'm glad the basement walls were poured yesterday. Hopefully Miguel's crew can get the metal forms out before the rain starts.

Invoices posted and my bank account balanced, I'm feeling really good about my finances having closed on #116, my first high end house yesterday. After all was said and done, I ended up with a check for close to 59k and need to get it deposited today.

I sit back with my hands behind my head thinking, 'Rachel has had a lot of interest in #12 and that should net about $26k if it sells soon. I should have #132 ready to about the time we leave for vacation for another 60k or so and will only pick up as summer arrives.'

I've updated my progress screen.

#38 lot cleaned up with rough grade, HVAC roughed-in, electrical started

#42 basement walls in.

#132 brick 75% complete, trim work completed.

#56 drywall finished.

#12 listed, week 6.

#116 closed.

Now working on next week's goals.

#38 finish electrical, schedule inspections, start insulation/drywall.

#42 install drainpipe fill rock, pour floor, coat basement walls and back fill. Install temp electric service, order framing package.

#132 paint, order cabinets, flooring, form and pour drive and walks.

#56 start trim work, install water and sewer lines.

Decide on three more building lots.

My train of thought is broken when Jill leans around my office door, "Hey, just wanted to let you know I'm back."

"Did the drive go ok?"

"Yep, I'm going back upstairs to work out while you're working," and she disappears.

"Hey!"

Jill appears at the door again, "What baby, you need more coffee?"

"No, but how about a kiss."

She starts to grin and comes walking around my desk ready to work out in her one-piece romper, and tennis shoes. I sit back, pushing my chair away from my desk as she comes closer. I can never seem to get over how petite and fit Jill is, and this little romper has to be my favorite.

Snug as a glove in powder blue with a white stripe up each side. Sleeveless with a low scoop neck, backless to the arch of her back, and simply amazing is this woman's perfectly proportioned little body. Her toned ass cheeks are so round in the back with an outstanding leg gap in front, and the way that romper pulls up into her crotch is icing on the cake.

She leans down for a kiss, and of course I just have to grab that ass for a good squeeze as she's standing back up.

"Now, now, you need to get your work done!" giving me that 'you naughty boy' look, and off she goes.

I sat there for a minute knowing Jill got time off, but she didn't say anything about her status. I'm assuming she didn't quit, or she would have told me. It's not that I expected her to as I did suggest it out of the blue.

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Another hour has passed, and stealing a quickie with Jill while Ashley was getting ready for school let me get started early. I woke up with morning wood and there was Jill, half asleep on her stomach so I straddled her from behind, my knees on each side of her hips, and my cock looked huge laying in the valley between her round, yet petite ass cheeks

"Mm, morning baby," stretching her arms forward with a wag of that beautiful ass.

Her legs held together between my calves, she knew what I was after and simply pushed herself back to arch her rear up, offering that kitty to be mounted. There is nothing better than the visual of gripping Jill's hips and watching my cock spreading her open. Then a good pounding doggie fuck to dump another load deep in her treasure to start my day.

Without Jill distracting me for sex while I'm working this morning, I have checks printed, and it's just after 10:00 to hit the road like I used to do, and head upstairs.

I found Jill in the bathroom putting on her makeup getting ready for work. She decided on a knee length, flowery patterned peasant style dress, and those brown knee boots that lace up the front. Her rear is out as she leans into the mirror working on her eye shadow.

I can't resist standing behind her, pulling that loose flowing dress up along her thighs to lay it up and over her rear, and what a sight. The smooth soft skin of her thighs run up to a pair of silky white panties being pulled tight into the cleavage of those round cheeks as she arches over the counter.

Now, I just fucked Jill a couple of hours ago, but damn if I'm not addicted to this little spinner body. She is so petite, like a doll with an ass that is so fucking perfect!

With her dress pushed up in the arch of her back, I keep moving my hands up along her waist, reaching around to squeeze her tits only to find her strapped in a bra. She stops what she's doing, looking at me in the mirror, and backs that fine rear end of hers into my package with a little wag.

"Be a good boy, let me finish." with a grin.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm taking off for the day."

Jill raises halfway, her dress falls as I lean forward to kiss her cheek, and it feels like we have settled in as a real couple now. We fuck every morning, yet give each other space like now to take care of what we need to, and there isn't any need to sneak around Ashley the way she did that first week or so after they moved in.

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First stop is #42, and the crew has most of the forms broken down and loaded on several racks. The flatbed crane truck just started to load. The sky looks like it could start raining anytime, but they should be out of the hole and gone in another hour or so.

There's no one at #132 which is no surprise that Steve would waste time trying to lay bricks for just a few hours, so I'll need to catch up with him later.

When making my rounds I always go inside to check progress anytime on site, discuss any issues, and today distribute checks. After a long discussion with the electricians about appliance locations, outside fixtures, and recessed lighting at #38, I return to my truck to find I've missed texts.

Steve is wanting to hook up to get his check, and Ashley's track practice canceled this afternoon, wanting to see if I could pick her up after school.

I reply to Steve, "I'm headed to 'lil Italy' to grab a sandwich and a beer."

Then replied to Ashley, "Yes, if you want to look at building lots before we go home."

Steve replies, "See you in 20 minutes."

Ashley replies, "Really? Ok," with a smiley face icon.

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Sipping on a draft beer, I'm waiting for my sub sandwich, and a second mug to arrive. My phone rings, but it's not from anyone in my caller list. You never know if it's possibly a new client, so I answer and hear a familiar voice.

"Is this Andy?"

"This is he, what can I do for you?"

"It's Dan. I told you I would call."

"Hey brother, good to hear from you."

Our conversation goes into full swing, practically talking over each other catching up on the past ten years. I filled him in on my building business and found myself in love for the first time since Sheri.

Dan tells me about moving to Nashville some eight years ago in pursuit of his music career. The scene there is chock full of clubs keeping him employed with several bands, studio work, and taking on a part time job at a music store after Cheryl passed to fill his time.

Steve slides into the booth across from me, my sandwich sits in front of me, and I haven't taken the first bite. I'm listening to Dan, and hold up a finger to Steve, indicating I'm wrapping up.

"Dan, it's great to talk to you, but I have someone here I need to take care of. I have your number now, so let's stay in touch."

"Yeah man, I think we have another gig up your way in a couple of weeks. Maybe get together then," and the call ends.

I take my first bite and slide his envelope across the table. I've been thinking about how I can get guys paid on the Friday we will be out of town, and this is a good time to talk with him about it. He's probably my best buddy. I know I can trust, and count on him.

"Hey bud, I have a big ask of you."

"What's up?" then takes a slug of beer.

"I'm taking my first real vacation in years in a couple of weeks, and I need to get you guys paid on a Friday that I'll be gone. I was wondering if you could help me with that."

"Sure man, just tell me what to do."

"Well, I'll talk with the guys to project a week out with some sort of estimate and cut checks ahead of time. I just need you to deliver them for me."

"Sounds easy enough."

We sit and bullshit for a half an hour, finishing my sandwich, and polishing off our mugs before I have to run again.

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It's sprinkling rain when I pull up to #42, but no need to get out of the truck to see the hole is empty of forms, and the flat bed truck is gone. I call Johnnie to haul in a load of rock and corrugated pipe to get the drains laid, and floor area filled so the floor can be poured before back filling the walls.

It's a little after two and turning into a steady drizzle as I'm driving to pick up Ashley, and traffic is unusually slow. I arrived a few minutes late to see her standing at the end of the main entrance canopy as buses were being loaded. She sees me, and comes running through the drizzle, quickly climbing inside the cab.

Her hair is damp, and her blouse is sticking to her skin with an enthusiastic smile.

"Thanks for picking me up today," rifling through her backpack to find a scrunchy, and starts pulling her damp hair back into a ponytail.

"If you don't mind running around, I'm glad to have you ride with me," making my way in line to pull out of the parking lot.

"I don't mind, but you want to look at building spots in the rain?"

"Well, I want to check out what's still available in another subdivision. I'm looking for something flat for a couple of houses without basements, so I may not need to get out."

We chit-chat along the drive. Ashley goes on about how fascinated she's become with what I do after running the backhoe with me. We pull into the subdivision making our way through several streets until we come upon the area with several houses under construction, and a row of 'for sale' signs in the open lots, all with lot number markers.

The area is mostly flat, and that's what I'm looking for, slowly inching up the street, scanning the area. I explain to Ashley that I want two lots side by side that have no drainage ditches or issues of the sort. That way I can use a single electrical drop for both houses while under construction, and she's drinking in the information.

I settle on two tracts, a third acre each that are suitable. I notice Ashley looking back at a couple of houses under construction as I'm jotting down the phone and lot numbers.

"We aren't too far from Heritage Hills; you want to walk through one of my houses?"

She snaps her head around, wide eyed, "Really? Can we?"

"Sure." I put the truck in drive and started heading that way. Ashley pulls a knee up to sit sideways in her seat to face me.

"You think it will be much longer before I can take my drivers test?"

"You're excited about that aren't you?"

I look over to see her excited face, eyebrows raised, and damn has she got a body that could stop a clock. Her blouse is still damp, clinging to her breasts with the outline of her bra visible.

"Yeah, I'm hoping I can find a job so I can save up for a car."

"Well, I expect the new title to arrive sometime next week, and we can get that scheduled."

"Thanks again for helping with insurance," with the sincerest innocence in her eyes.

Ashley leans forward giving me a peck on the cheek, and I'm getting a bit of a frog in my throat again. Something about making this young lady happy just fills me.

"My pleasure sweetheart. I remember being your age and finally getting to go and do things on my own."

"I was thinking maybe I could waitress or something after mom gets home from work so I can drive myself."

I take another quick glance at her gorgeous face, the excitement of a new world about to open up for her.

"Well, I shouldn't say this without running it by Jill first. I have the Miata that she could drive to work, but I can't speak for your mom about how soon she's going to let you loose with her car," and Ashley's face lights up.

"Really? Then I could drive myself to school too," and I chuckle a bit at her excitement.

"Yes, that's true."

We pull up to #132 in the estate section. With a slight break in the rain, we hop out and run in. Eric has the trim work done, the drywall all taped and ready for paint.

"Wow, this is so cool. How long before you're finished?" echoes in the emptiness of the high ceiling living area.

"I'm hoping by the time we leave for vacation, or at least close."

Ashley walks through the rooms with me behind her admiring that teen ass in those tight jeans. As she roams through the house, I'm checking the details of the trim work with this great feeling about our relationship.

It's really gratifying how we have grown to become best buddies at times like this. Her youth still has me offering counsel when needed, yet the sexual tension is always there.

It was just Sunday when the three of us openly talked about love, respect, and sexual relations simply being an extension of that. I fully expected Ashley's raging teen hormones to quickly start pushing the boundaries, especially after Jill's revelation that she wanted a first try at a blowjob.

But that hasn't happened, and I'm sort of glad in a way, because I really enjoy times like this when the two of us just hang out together. The truth in my heart feels more and more like I have found my soulmate in Jill, and as each day passes Ashley more my de facto daughter.

I spent a couple of afternoons getting dirt moved, and shaping up the landscape beds with both days having passed before Ashley came downstairs to snuggle again last night. We watched the first two episodes of 1923, and little did we know it would have quite a bit of nudity, being as much a love story as it was a cattle range war.

Enthralled with the love making scenes, and without saying anything, she nudged my thigh to bend a leg open wanting to doodle around through my new lounging shorts. Jill sitting off to her side watching the show while surfing on her Ipad, and yet it didn't feel at all strange anymore that this was taking place.

Ashley nuzzled inside my arm, lazily caressing my balls, running her fingers along my stiffened manhood as I fiddled with her hair through the first episode. To my surprise, when I returned from a bathroom break, she stood up with a nervous, innocent teen look in her eyes as I approached the recliner and stopped me.

Tiptoeing up for a quick kiss she silently slipped her fingertips into the waistband of my shorts, then gazed into my eyes as she started to push them down. My cock sprang out as she squatted down on her heels before me with my shorts down around my ankles. Looking up with that little tip of the tongue grin of hers, she helped me step my feet out all of her own doing for the first time.

I sat back in my recliner, Jill quietly watching it all, and I had a feeling she might have made the suggestion while I was in the bathroom. My cock out in the open thinking tonight was the night she might try putting it in her mouth, and I was a nervous wreck inside. Still fighting with myself whether or not I'm letting this go too far, but she snuggled back into my chest, running her fingers along my pole to find my precum was starting to flow in anticipation.

Ashley has enough experience now that she knew just what to do, wrapping her fingers around the end of my shaft, using her thumb to work it around the head and under my fireman's helmet, and that helped ease my tension. So, I let myself relax while she gently stroked my length up and down, content as could be under my arm with my fully erect boner in hand, watching the second episode

At some point Jill got up for a minute without saying a word, returning to hand her daughter a tube of lube, then finding her place off to the side again. She sat sideways for a straight on view, bent a knee over to lay on the sofa as Ashley greased my boner from root to head. Her legs open, fingers slipped inside her panties working that treasure, and watched her daughter jerk me off to completion.

For Jill to watch her daughter jerk me off and masturbate yet again was a revelation for me as Ashley re-enters the room.

"Will you bring me back to see when it's done?" snapping me out of this daydream.

"Sure sweetheart, but let's get back to the truck while there's a break in the rain."

We ran back to the truck as the rain started to come down again, deciding to put off looking for a walkout tract. Just a stop at the drive through to deposit the closing check, and head back home.

"I found something on my phone I want you to see when we get to the house," grinning at me.

"Oh, what's that?" keeping my eyes on the wet road.

"It's a surprise, but I know you're going to like it," sitting back in her seat, scrolling through her phone.

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There's a damp feel to the air, so I decided on my Jammie bottoms and a t-shirt tonight. Jill will be home from work soon, and I'm looking forward to seeing her when Ashley shows up at my bedroom door with her phone in hand. She's changed out of her wet clothes, her hair back down in messy waves, and did she ever grab my attention.

Standing in my doorway, she's scrolling through her phone in those tiny white shorts from yesterday riding low on her hips. The mound of her treasure prominent in the short inseam is pulled up in her leg gap teasing me again.

Looking down those toned thighs are gray over the knee socks keeping her legs warm, all atop platform tennis shoes, and her legs look like they could go on forever.

My cock is stirring at the sight of this blonde teen bombshell in a tight fitting white short sleeved t-shirt hugging every curve, her deep cleavage on full display in the scooped neckline. The words "Cherry Bomb" in red script across her breasts. A Cherry with the stem resembling a wick burning down as if about to explode is centered just below.

Cropped just above her belly button, the thin cotton t-shirt fabric is stretched tight, outlining her gorgeous teen tits, and holding her firm. She's braless and those luscious nipples are erect, obvious and poking upward.

Gezus almighty!

Ashley looks up from her screen to catch me looking her up and down almost trance-like.

"This is what I wanted to show you," grinning that she's getting the reaction she hoped for.

"Damn sweetheart, do you have any idea what those knee socks do to me when you're braless in a tight top like that?"

"No silly, on my phone," stepping up to stand just in front of me, she leans back into my chest so we can both view.

She taps play, and I know her little teen heart is pounding away teasing me like this. It's a video of 'Time Stands Still', and I recognize it. It's a one-minute promo video with short clips of four songs Kent used to promote and book us.

My arm around her waist watching the little screen together, I'm reminiscing as I haven't seen this in years, and Ashley is mesmerized when a six second clip spotlights me behind the drums. The lighting crossing behind, no shirt, hair flying around with my arms coming up high to accent the finish of a song that ends the video. She looks up at me all wide eyed.

"Oh my god, you are so hot in this!" causing me to chuckle a bit with a hand around her bare cheek, giving it a little squeeze in response.

"How in the world did you find that?" Ashley scrolling through photos, giggling as I run my hand all around that soft teen ass of hers, and she's loving it.

"I just did a search and found this website that had stuff about your band."

She brings up photos she found of the full stage with us in action, scrolling through individual shots of my bandmates, stopping at one with a viewpoint looking down at me sitting behind my drum kit. No shirt, hair hanging down the front of my shoulders, arms crossed holding my drum sticks in one hand looking up at the camera with my best 'I'm badass' pose.

I was young and bold, flooded with memories of that day a photographer was taking our promo pics.

"Can I use your printer? I'd like to have this one for my room," looking up at me, her eyes twinkling, and I'm taken aback by her request.

"Well, uh.... sure, but I may have some of those old promo pics packed away downstairs somewhere."

She turns to face me all excited. Her tits jiggle as she starts bouncing on her toes, running an arm over my shoulder holding her phone up in the air, her other hand on my chest, looking as if she's about to pee herself.

"Really, are you serious? Where? Can we go see if you still have them?"

I'm astounded at how excited she is about this, and without thinking I have both her cheeks firmly in my grasp. Ashley's gazing into my eyes with the biggest smile, her straight white teeth in full bloom lighting up the room, still bouncing on her toes with that perfect set of tits bouncing along in that tight t-shirt.

"Ok, ok, we can check," chuckling at her enthusiasm.

This gorgeous, excited teen tiptoes up, wrapping her phone arm loosely around my neck, pressing those soft teen breasts into my chest, and plants an open mouth kiss on me. Her tongue probes to find mine, tilting her head to suck me into her mouth as her eyes close. Ashley's breathing is heavy, suckling my tongue for several seconds, dropping back down to gaze at me again with that little 'teehee' smile of hers.

"Come on, let's go look!" grabbing my hand, tugging at me to pull me along.

I'm standing there in a daze for a second at what a hot kiss this scantily dressed, bombshell teen just laid on me.

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I open the door to the unfinished storage area at the far end of the basement, a room past the laundry about 15 x 24 feet, and flip on the light. A typical unfinished storage area with shelving units down one wall filled with banker boxes of records, and an assortment of things everyone one stores away like a boxed-up Christmas tree, and a lot of stuff stored in tubs I'll probably never use.

Taking up a full corner I have all my gear from my playing days. Two large road cases on casters that contain my stage drums with our band logo, a gothic clock face with TSS underneath stenciled on the sides. A rack bar with six mounted par lights that would hang behind the drums on stage, and two large subwoofer bins.

In the other corner is a small digital practice kit set up with headphones hanging over a mounted controller. A small six channel powered mixer and wedge-shaped floor monitor sits to one side.

Ashley has this look of wonder running her fingers along the road cases as she walks towards the little digital drum set up, "Are these your drums?"

"That's my practice kit; the acoustic drums you saw in the photos are in the road cases."

"How do this work? I mean they're like rubber, and so small," looking up at me confused.

So, I walk behind it to sit on the stool, grab the sticks, put on the headphones, press the power button and start striking the pads. Ashley is standing there watching in those skimpy clothes, staring at me as she doesn't hear anything.

"Come around here," standing up, pulling the headphones off to hand to her, along with the sticks.

She sits on the stool, slips on headphones, striking a couple of pads, and her face lights up.

"This is awesome," now hearing the drum sounds.

I punch a button, and sequenced music starts playing in the headphones. Punch another button and all the instruments continue with the drum track muted.

"Wow, so that's how you practice?"

"Yep, hit the pads and check this out," as I press another button, and turn a dial through the different drum sounds, then a Hammond organ sound, an orchestra, effects of a helicopter take off, and street noises.

"Oh Shit!" looking up at me, her mouth is open with surprise, then back down striking each pad to hear a different sound as I'm standing there watching her amazement at what it can do.

"Well, here you two are!"

Jill walks in through the open door with a large KFC bag in hand. Ashley is wailing away on the pads, and no sound Jill can hear. She's giggling away until she looks up to see her mom and stands up pulling the headphones off.

"You have to try this mom; you won't believe all the sounds!"

Jill tilts her head down a bit looking Ashley up and down standing behind the little drum kit in her skimpy outfit, then at me with a coy expression knowing knee socks and stockings are one of my kinks.

"Oh, I'm sure. I looked all over for you two, and saw the door open," looking around the storage room for the first time. "It's getting really nasty out, so I stopped and picked up some dinner instead of going out tonight."

"Let's find those pictures, where should we look first?" Ashley chimes in as if her mom had said nothing, impatient.

"If I still have them, probably in this briefcase," walking towards the stack of band gear.

"Is all this your band stuff?" Jill standing there wondering what this is about.

"Yeah, probably twenty-five grand worth of gear when I bought it," with a laugh, "and not worth a third of that if I were to sell it, so I just hung on to it."

"Well, I'm going to set this on the bar, come, let's eat before it gets cold."

Opening the brief case sitting on top of one of the road cases, it's full of sheet music, set lists, and a few CDs. I rifle through the papers, finding a manilla envelope with 'promo' scribbled across it.

"I think this is it. Here, you can look through it while we eat," handing it to Ashely.

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Sitting at the bar having our fast-food dinner the rain is coming down, the wind has picked up with that nasty darkness outside that comes with severe weather. I'm sitting at the end, then Jill, then Ashley, as the girls are going through a couple dozen 5 x 7 and 8 x 10s while we eat.

I glance over occasionally to get a glimpse as Jill runs a hand along my thigh, staring at a full stage photo of us playing live.

"Boy, does this take me back."

"You mean you two knew each other back then?" looking up at her mom.

"No honey, but I did see them play once but had no idea that it was Andy until a week or so ago."

Ashley holds up two 5 x 7 photos of me 15 years younger, and 15 pounds lighter. One that we looked at earlier with me behind the drums shirtless with my best 'I'm badass' expression. The other standing to the side of my huge drum set with back lighting. I'm in shorts, a muscle shirt emblazoned with our TSS logo, hair hanging past my shoulders with arms folded, sticks in hand with a casual smile looking into the camera.

Jill takes a quick surprised breath, "Oh my, what a hottie!" squeezing my thigh with a grinning glance that I'm Her's now.

Ashley chimes in right behind her, "I bet you were lucky with the girls back then!"

"Oh, I'm sure he was honey," but Jill's expression turns awkward in a way I hadn't seen before. Half smiling to cover a sadness I could see in her eyes, as if a hint of jealousy that I filled my youth with life experiences, and disappointment in her lack of the same all rolled into one.

"Can I have these?" leaning forward to look past Jill.

"Sure you can sweetheart," still trying to read Jill's eyes, as she turns to Ashley.

"I'm guessing Andy picked you up from school?"

"Yeah, we ran around to look at places to build houses but got rained out." sliding the photos back in the envelope to finish eating.

"That reminds me. I mentioned to Rachel earlier in the week that you were looking for a large acreage track. She heard the McAlister property will be coming on the market once it comes out of probate."

"Oh? I know that farm, so the widow must have passed away then."

"I think she said the two daughters inherited and are looking to sell it. Want me to watch for a listing?" with enthusiasm in her voice.

"Please do babe, I would be interested in checking it out."

Finished with dinner, Jill heads upstairs, and Ashley wanders back in the storage area to rifle through my briefcase some more. I walk over to look out the door, the wind blowing, and the sky lighting up in the distance with an occasional rumble of thunder.

I head over to the storage room as Ashley is coming out with a CD in her hand, marked simply 'Heartwood 2010''.

"What's this?" turning it where I can read the marking.

"We recorded a live show at the Heartwood Tavern."

"Can we listen to it and play some pool?"

I chuckle inside at the thought of listening to it after all these years, knowing it's prog covers that are so different from what she listens to.

"If you want, but it's like 70's and 80's cover tunes."

"Put it in, I want to hear your band."

So Ashley is selecting a pool cue as I'm loading the CD knowing our opening song was always the classic Yes tune 'Siberian Khatru'. I stand there for a minute as the guitar intro starts. Memories come rushing back of the lighting coming up, kicking into this song right out of the gate with its pounding bass line, changing time signatures, our crisp harmonies, and looking out and into the audience to see the mesmerized faces in a packed house.

We were damn tight, had a great following, and girls for the taking after every show. What an exciting time for a twenty-seven-year-old.

I shake it off and start walking towards the pool table where Ashley is holding her cue upright, moving her hips forward and back, and nodding her head up and down to the driving beat as Jill turns the corner of the stairs.

"Wow, you guys sound really good, Lana would love this!"

"They were so good, honey," walking up to me for a quick kiss. "Especially the hot drummer!" giving me a wink this time.

Jill has gotten comfy for the evening in a soft cotton nightshirt with a lapel, pink with small red polka dots that buttons down the front. It's a loose fit long enough to flow over her rear, along with fuzzy white over-the-knee socks. She left it half unbuttoned for a nice view of her cleavage and inner breasts when she moves around.

"You want to join us? We can play high, low ball with three players."

"Sure, why not." with a grin, hoping to join us in a game.

So here we are, the three of us playing pool, my old band CD playing to end the work week. It's raining outside but there is no place I would rather be. Once Jill and I finished our first Bay Breeze she relented to Ashley, letting her join us for the next couple of rounds while listening to the prog tunes I know so well in the background.

The CD is our complete two-hour show, and we've been playing pool for well over an hour now. All of us have a nice buzz going with mom and daughter acting more like sisters getting downright silly, swaying hips, half dancing to the music while waiting their turn, and I've never enjoyed an evening at home any better than this.

Just me and the girls spending time together, no inhibitions, grabbing an ass when they walk by, or a quick cock rub with kiss at times, and both teasing me relentlessly in those knee socks every time they take a shot.

Ashley bending over in her tiny white shorts all evening with her ass arched up high on those platform tennis shoes. The cue separating her breasts when lining up a shot, always looking back with that little teen 'teehee' grin and a giggle, then standing back up in that tight, cropped 'Cherry Bomb' t-shirt with a teasing gaze.

The view of her near bare ass tilted up, with those little shorts pulled tight in her leg gap. The inseam digging in, and the sight is off the charts making an obvious crease that separates her puffy labia. It's driving me crazy in this Bay Breeze buzz I have going, imagining myself holding her hips and banging that virgin twat over the pool table.

Then there's petite Jill taking her shots, having to tiptoe in her sock feet to lean over the table. Her sleepshirt pulling up over her hips and hanging down loose for the sexiest side peek of her nipples. The view of that matching pink polka dot thong with the mound of her treasure held in the narrowest strip of soft fabric.

Like a small pouch of goodness between her parted legs, and it's mine for the taking anytime I want. Looking back at me grinning with a little wag of her ass, she's letting me know this athletic little fuck doll wants a good pounding before I go to sleep tonight. Life doesn't get much better than this.

A bright flash fills the room, the music stops, and the lights go off, followed by a loud clap of thunder five or so seconds later. We stand there, cues in hand in the darkness with no music to cover the sound of the wind and rain, so I find my phone laying on the bar to use the flashlight to get around.

After a brief discussion, assuring Jill I have no candles in the house, I suggest we go upstairs and light the gas fireplace to at least have some light.

So here we sit in the low light of the flames as the sky lights up every so often, and thunder rumbles shortly after for the next twenty minutes or so. Chit chatting about the storm, wondering if or when the power may come back on, Ashley texts Lana to find out if they have power, and they do.

Bored, she decides to go to her room by the light of her phone to chat in bed with her for a while. Jill snuggles against my shoulder with both of us staring into the flames.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What darlin?"

"I've been thinking about the formal dining room being empty, and it's the first thing you see coming in the front door."

"Yea, well, I thought the house should have one if I wanted to sell this place someday."

"It's such a beautiful room the way you did the raised ceiling, and all the moldings, but it looks sad when you come in the front door being empty."

"With just me here I didn't have a use for it, are you driving at something?" with a chuckle as Jill raises up.

"I have my grandmother's Cherry dining table with chairs for six and a side buffet stored in the building," giving me that 'please can I' look in the low light of the fireplace.

'I was hoping I could bring them to the house, maybe decorate the room?" running a finger along my chest, with that little innocent lip bite of hers.

"Sure babe, we can do that, I just never gave the room that much thought."

Jill gives me an approving grin and settles herself back against my shoulder as we stare into the flames for another minute or so.

"Listening to your band tonight, I envy you at times."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know," pausing for a few seconds.

"It's just... Looking through those photos, I could see you were having so much fun and I'm sure you had your fair share of girls. I rarely had a chance to get out and let my hair down like that. It's silly I know."

What am I to say? I sat silent with my arm around her shoulder for several seconds not wanting to make the wrong comment.

"Guess what? I heard from Dan this afternoon, do you remember him?"

"Isn't that your band friend, is he doing ok?"

"He seems to be, we talked for maybe fifteen minutes and got caught up on things. He lives in Nashville now and still plays full time."

"Do you miss it, I mean playing in a band."

"Nah, but it was fun at the time. He said they have a couple of gigs booked in this area over the next few months but wasn't sure of the dates." and Jill sits up, looking at me.

"Really? They were so good, maybe we can go see them again."

"Well sure, unless it's a corporate gig that's closed to the public. Regardless, I'd like to hook up, maybe have a few beers and grill some steaks here at the house."

Settling back in my chest, "That's a great idea. He seemed so sweet, so soft spoken, and I would love to hear more about your playing days."

"You know, we were best buds for quite a few years, and I didn't realize how much I missed him being around. I'll shoot him a text tomorrow and get the dates. Maybe we can plan something."

"Yes, let's do that, but baby it's getting late and doesn't look like the power is coming back on, let's go on to bed."

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We laugh at each other with this Rum buzz going, stumbling around by the light of my phone to get undressed and the cover pulled down. Jill crawls into bed, pulling the cover up under her arms, rolling on her side as I slide in from the other side to spoon behind her.

"It's a shame the power went out; we were having so much fun." wagging her ass to nestle a fast-rising boner between her cheeks.

"The night isn't over yet," and I start wedging my cock between her legs.

A flash of light fills the room, followed by a loud blast of thunder just seconds behind, and I feel Jill flinch.

"That was close!"

"Yes, it was," finding a breast to hold her close and settle her down.

"I love listening to the rain, but I don't like the lightning," reaching between her legs to guide the head of my cock to her entrance, and that pussy is already wet and waiting.

I give a first push, easily slipping my cock head through her lips, then back out, and push a couple of inches inside that velvet glove a couple of times to get myself lubricated. Pulling back to just the head, I slide a good length of cock back into that warm snug treasure, and my god she has the best fucking pussy, my petite little Jill's honey hole is so warm and always a snug fit.

"Mumm," arching her back into me to allow better access.

"I've been thinking about this every time you bent over that pool table," taking hold of her shoulder, working the other hand under to hold her by her hip.

I have Jill in my grasp now, right where I want her for a lazy side fuck, pumping that slippery kitty from the rear. She grabs the back of my hand holding her shoulder as if to hang on as we find a steady rhythm together, tilting her ass to meet my thrusts, always active rather than lay there taking it. Damn is Jill an outstanding fuck that I can't seem to get enough of.

Another flash of light, a loud crack of thunder just milliseconds later, seemingly right in the back yard. Jill clamps my manhood deep inside her for a second, both of us flinch in surprise.

"Oh My God! That was close!" starting to relax her grip on my member to the sounds of rain being dumped outside.

"Yes, it was," but my concentration is back to fucking this petite little fuck doll I have in my grasp, picking up the pace, and Jill takes it in stride.

"Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm," under her breath, feeling her little body jolt forward with each thrust smacking her ass. Good god is she a great fuck, that pussy slippery and so snug it's devouring my manhood.

"Mom?"

"Mm, Mm, Mm,"...

Another loud crack of thunder, a flash of light fills the room again and Ashley is standing in the doorway, still in her 'cherry bomb' t-shirt, and tiny panties with narrow bands over her hips, clinging to the doorframe.

"Daddy?" Her voice is soft and nervous.

"Honey are you ok?" pulling off my cock as she raises up, looking over her shoulder to see her frightened daughter, and I roll over on my back to see her outline standing there in the darkness.

"I'm scared; can I sleep with you two tonight?"

Jill rolls all the way over, reaching an arm across my tummy, and it would seem our fuck session is over, and I'm stuck with this aching boner.

"Sure you can honey, come over here," pulling the cover back, patting the mattress beside me as I'm closest to the door.

Ashley nervously walks over with her hands clasped together pressed into her tits to sit on the edge beside me. Jill and I scoot to make room as I hold the cover up to invite her in. Ashley slides in, laying on her side facing away from me, and this king size bed is full. I end up on my back, with Jill laying on her side facing me, reaching across my tummy to run a hand along her daughter's waist to console her.

Another loud clap of thunder, a flash, and both girls flinch. I'm sort of trapped between the two, my arms straight down between them with my hands cupping a boner that won't go down. I'm wondering if we can all find a comfortable spot to sleep when Ashley turns a shoulder, her hand finds my wrist with a tug to hold her.

"I don't like this lightning being so close!"

Jill pulls her hand up, nudging me to roll over and hold her daughter, so I do.

I roll on my side to spoon behind Ashley, and she pulls my wrist up to hold her breast, me still with this raging hard on. She backs herself into me to snuggle, attempting to nestle me in her cheeks, but I don't have a stitch of clothes on, and my manhood is poking straight into her bum like a spear.

Without hesitating, she raises her leg enough to allow my boner to slip between, pushing her rear back into me, and my cock slides along her kitty. Her uncovered cheeks are warm backed into my naked pelvis. Just the small triangle of her panties separating our skin as she closes her leg, trapping my swollen sausage between her legs pressed against her labia.

I can feel her heat, and it's not warm and cozy like her mom's. Ashley's teen pussy is like a hot compress wrapped around my manhood. I'm freaking just a little when my cock throbs a few times in the tight grasp of Ashley's warm thighs, and that kitty is smoldering. Jill has settled on spooning in behind me, with an elbow bent over the side of my waist, her hand finding a place to rest holding my shoulder.

I prefer to sleep on my back, and Jill usually ends up sleeping on a shoulder, or under an arm holding me, but we have all managed to find a way to be comfortable and close to each other. But God all mighty, my cock is hard enough to cut diamonds tucked between her daughters thighs and I'm not sure what I can do about this lingering boner.

My conscience is telling me this is bad, what the fuck are you doing? But the boner that didn't get to finish its business is telling me differently.

Disturbed in the middle of another great Jill fucking, now I find myself with Ashley's hand holding the back of my hand cupping her breast, encouraging me to squeeze and caress her as she stays silent, with a gentle squirm backing that soft teen ass into me just enough to make my cock throb a few more times buried in her heat.

She's making it obvious that she likes the feeling of my manhood pressed up against her kitty, and to top it off, Jill gives me a little kiss on the back of my neck for being such a good sport, not having a clue the precarious position I'm in.

That little twat is burning hot against my tool, and just the slip of her little panties is all it would take to slide my cock into the virgin pussy to finish busting a pent-up nut. But I know trying to fuck her is not an option, she's still a virgin and likely to freak out if I did, and I'm not about to do something stupid to jeopardize everything with Jill.

The thunder has more delay behind the lightning flashes as the worst of the storm seems to be moving away. I hear Jill whisper from behind, "You're such a good protector," with another kiss on my neck, and a loving squeeze on my shoulder, letting a long sigh escape as she settles to sleep.

Little does she know my cock is buried between her daughter's legs, and it's evident Ashley is loving the feel of that swollen man meat pressed against her steaming hot kitty. Her hand holding the back of mine as I caress her breast is slowly loosening, relaxing, as she seems to be falling asleep.

Trying to take my mind off the predicament I find myself in, I attempt to relax with Ashley backed into my crotch with my tool captured in the heat of her treasure, but those Bay Breezes and lust has gotten the best of me.

After lying between the two for what seems an eternity, and unable to get the fantasy of fucking Ashley out of my head, and I'm feeling confident both girls have fallen asleep. I can't help myself, taking the chance to slowly slide my cock back and forth in the grasp of Ashleys thighs, along that hot teen twat a few times, drifting off into a dream that I am indeed fucking this gorgeous virgin teen.

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Sometime in the middle of the night I'm half woken up, groggy, thinking my body is telling me to go take a piss, when I become aware that it's a pair of fingers running along my shaft that has finally softened somewhat. The storm has passed, just a steady rain and I'm not quite focused, assuming it's Jill.

As I sharpen up from a deep alcohol sleep, I find that we have all readjusted at some point and I'm lying on my back. Both girls have their heads snuggled against each of my arms. Jill has her forearm bent laying on my chest, still holding my shoulder in her hand, and it dawns on me that it's Ashley playing with my cock.

I stay perfectly still, and continue to breathe slow and easy, playing possum.

After several minutes of exploring my pubic region with her fingertips, and down along my shaft, she slowly pushes the cover back enough to expose my package, and a rush of cooler air follows.

She lays stills for another minute toying in my nether region, tracing her fingertips along my stiffening manhood when I feel her head rise off my arm. She stops toying with my cock to gently lift my elbow and maneuvers her way under to lay her head back down just below Jill's arm, being careful to lay my arm back over her waist so as not to wake me.

What the?

Ashley takes my full erection in her grip and begins a slow loose tug forward and back for another minute or so, listening to make sure I'm still asleep, yet I can feel her head slowly inching her way down to my tummy. It's clear she's taking extra measures, being very slow and methodical to not wake me, and I'm not about to give any indication that I am, wondering just how far she is planning to go with this.

Little does she know that I'm fully awake, her exploration has me extremely excited, my precum starting to flow and Ashley knows just what to do now. I lay there with eyes closed letting my other senses take over, feeling her pulling up my shaft, slipping her closed fingers over the head, and back down with a twist to spread the natural lubricant along the length of my tool. Her loose grip is getting that boner slippery, and man does it feel good.

Is she going to jack me off while I'm asleep?

My curiosity is answered as she inches her head down further to settle low in my tummy with a loose hold at the root. Almost immediately I feel the head of my cock being dragged along her cheek, and a rush of electricity courses through me as I try to remain convincingly asleep to not spook her.

She places a soft kiss on the tip of my cock head, and starts tracing it across her lips, and I know what's coming next. I can feel her tongue circle around the tip, then her pursed wet lips slipping over to take the head of my cock into her mouth for the first time.

I'm about to come unglued as this sweet teen is holding the base of my cock and gently pushes me into her lips and begins to suckle and lick the head of my cock for a minute or two, the same way I suckle on Jill's nipples. Holy fuck does it feel good, and this moment seems like an eternity.

Doing my best to keep my breathing constant, Jill asleep against my arm with Ashley's head resting on my tummy. She pulls my cock head from her lips, and I know she had a good taste of my precum, returning to a gentle tug on my shaft, tracing it along her lips for a minute with a long sigh.

I can feel her adjusting her head as if to settle in, to get the angle just right, lifting my shaft off my tummy to lick around the head again. Ashley is taking her time to explore and slowly pushes me through her wet lips to suckle the head for a bit, pulling off enough to lick in a circle all around it, finally kissing the tip again as if being thankful.

Her hand moves down to cup my balls in her fingers leaving her thumb under the root for control, and her wet, warm lips slip over my cock head again. Ashley is trying to keep her head still on my tummy, and it's all I can do to keep my composure, feeling her push a few inches into her warm wet mouth.

With no experience, she must assume 'sucking cock' is literal with what feels like the suction of a vacuum. A good amount of my cock is in her mouth suckling the hell out of me while slowly pulling my aching boner back out to her lips, only to feel her start licking around the head again.

HOLY FUCK!

She kisses the tip again and tightens her cup on my nuts to push those couple of inches of stiff flesh into her mouth again and slowly sucks the life out of me coming back up my shaft to rest again, kissing and tracing the head across her lips, taking her time, going slow not to wake me.

Jill wasn't joking when she told me her daughter was curious about sucking a cock, and here she is thinking I'm asleep. I know this is her first encounter, I can understand taking this chance to do it on her terms to avoid the embarrassment of inexperience, but wow, the feeling is so different than Jill sucking me, and damn do I like the way she sucks on it... I like it a lot!.

This secret encounter has been going on for about twenty minutes since I first woke up, laying here with Ashley's head laying on my tummy, my balls cupped in her hand, feeling of her tongue running around the lip of my cock head with what feels like another wet kiss coming, but she gets more bold.

She slowly pushes half my shaft into her mouth, sucking the life out of me all the way back to the head, pushes half my boner back in her mouth, sucking the hell out of that man meat all the way back again, repeating this maybe a dozen times, ending with a soft wet kiss on the head, and releases my balls.

Ashley, seemingly content with the tip of my cock in her pursed lips, relaxes the full weight of her head on my tummy, licking and kissing my cock head while tracing her fingers along my rock hard shaft. Gentle, passionate french kisses that one would associate with the intimacy of two lovers about to be separated for some time.

My mind is reeling at the thought of what is transpiring when she slowly, methodically rises to make her way back up my tummy, and settles her head against Jill's arm resting on my chest with my arm still around her waist. After a minute of making sure we are both still asleep she finds my wrist, pulling my hand up, and cupping the back of my hand to hold her breast again.

A little adjustment to get comfortable on her side, she lays her calf laying inside mine, head on my chest, and returns her hand to hold my package with a long sigh of contentment, and over the next few minutes I can feel her relax into sleep.

I'm laying here wide awake with a woman snuggled up on each side realizing the seal has now been broken, but I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about Jill's daughter sucking my cock, wanting more and more of me, or how far she wants to take this.

This is definitely breaking new ground I never imagined I would experience, and my mind is reeling at the prospect that my cock is probably going to get sucked a lot more often now if I can up, but my little sweetheart has left my balls aching, and my cock is so fucking hard I know damn sure Jill is going to get the fucking of her life in the morning after this.