Under Texas Skies

Looking around, she experienced equal parts unmitigated fear and unbridled excitement. She had been to the airport many times, but never as a passenger. Her travels around Europe had either been by train or car. This would also be her first trip out of Europe and to the United States.

Monique glanced at Greg, her stepbrother and boyfriend. They exchanged smiles. Greg was experiencing the same emotions, although not for the same reasons. He had flown from Houston to Paris three months ago, after graduating high school, to visit his father, whom he had not seen in five years, and his dad's new wife and stepdaughter. It had been wonderful to reconnect with his father, and his new stepmother and stepsister had been very welcoming. In fact, he and Monique had gotten along so well, they decided they wanted to be more than step siblings.

Having spent the summer in Paris with occasional side trips to other parts of France and neighboring countries had been the trip of a lifetime, and being with Monique had become the dream of a lifetime. But now, his mother who still lived in a Houston suburb, wanted him to return. She lived alone and missed him, having never been apart for so long.

Greg conditioned his return on his mother, Grace, allowing Monique to accompany him. Not only was Grace not comfortable with her son having a relationship with his stepsister, she was even less comfortable with the girl accompanying him. But Greg as much as said he would not come home without her. His dad, Steve, had to get involved by discussing the matter with his ex-wife. The two ex-spouses, both of whom were lawyers, having to talk was never a good thing, but in the end, they came to an agreement.

And so, here they were, Greg and Monique, about to board a plane for the long flight over the ocean, and their parents, his dad, Steve, and her mother, Giselle, here to say a sad goodbye. Tears flowed when it was time for the teens to go through screening to go board their flight.

So, in addition to her fear and excitement, Monique also experienced sorrow over having to part with her mother and Steve, who had become a real father to her.

"You take care of her," Steve firmly instructed his son.

"You know I will, dad," Greg reassured. Hugging Giselle and enjoying her large breasts pressed against his chest, he said, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"It has been a pleasure having you, Greg. I hope you come back."

And therein had been Steve and Giselle's biggest concern: would their children return? There was fear Monique might like the United States so much, she might not want to return home. And if she did come back to Paris, would Greg come with her? But they knew they could not stop the teens. Both were old enough to do what they wanted. And what was the old saying? If you love someone, let them go. If they return, they're yours forever. If they don't, they never were.

Finally breaking away and getting through security screening, Greg and Monique headed for their flight, hand in hand.

As they walked, Monique asked, "Do you have an erection?"

Greg stopped short. "What?"

"You heard me. I saw the way you hugged my mother."

Oh, their sexual attraction to one another was the initial basis for them getting together.

"No, after three months, I've gotten over that."

"But not my tits?"

With a grin, he said, "I'll never get over yours."

Both Monique and her mother liked to be casual around their home, which usually meant wearing very little so Greg was frequently treated to views of mother's and daughter's best attributes.

Fortunately, their parents had sprung for the section with only two seats against the window for their comfort. They were given blankets to cover with to sleep. Of course, they used them for that, but the covers also allowed them to touch each other in places they did not want to be seen touching, but neither were brave enough to do any more.

* * *

And if the flight was not long enough, it seemed to take forever to get through Customs at Bush Intercontinental Airport. But finally, Greg and Monique emerged, and his mother, Grace, was there to greet them. Monique stood by patiently as Grace hugged her son for a seemingly inordinate amount of time. Greg shot his girlfriend a frustrated look and finally had to push his mother away.

"Mom, this is Monique."

Grace turned to the French woman as though she'd didn't know she was there. Grace extended her hand and gave a brief shake. "Nice to meet you." But her greeting was less than cordial. Then, she just as quickly returned her attention back to her son. "I've missed you so much. Are you hungry? We can stop for dinner on the way home."

Annoyed because his mother was basically ignoring Monique, Greg blatantly turned to her and asked, "Monique, are you hungry?"

With a smirk at recognizing and appreciating what he was doing, Monique knew Greg was hungry because he had said so before landing, so she said, "Yes, I could eat."

Grace smiled, and once again turned to Greg. "Where would you like to go?"

"I could really go for a good slice of Texas cow."

Knowing where he liked to go, his mother asked, "Brenner's?"

"Yes!" he eagerly agreed.

* * *

Monique actually enjoyed a grilled Texas steak. She had always been open to trying new foods. While Greg's mother's home was nice and... comfortable... it was nowhere near as elegant as her home back in Paris. But she also realized that this was a typical suburban American home. She was shown to the guest bedroom, which was adequate, and would have to do as long as she remained here, which at this point, she hoped was not long. She unpacked and joined mother and son in their family room.

"So, tell me about Paris," Grace said, settling on their sofa with a glass of wine.

Greg humored his mother by telling of his time overseas, which resulted in Monique falling asleep beside him. He had to wake her later for them to go to bed.

* * *

Greg made certain to wake up early the next morning to see his mother off to work. Grace was surprised to see him appear in the kitchen as she was making her coffee.

"What are you doing up so early?" she asked.

"I'm all off on time."

She nodded her understanding. "What are the two of you going to do today?"

"I don't know," Greg replied with a shrug. "I'll wait and see what Monique wants to do. She might need a day to adjust. I needed one when I arrived in Paris."

"We didn't really have a chance to discuss this last night, but I expect you to behave when you're alone in the house."

"Of course."

"I mean, I don't know what kind of relationship the two of you have, but--"

"You don't like her very much, do you?" Greg asked, point blank.

"That's not true," Grace refuted. "It's just awkward having your dad's stepdaughter here."

"Then don't think of her that way. Think of her as your son's girlfriend."

"I'll try." Grace hugged him. "I'm glad you're home."

"Me, too."

She departed a minute later, and Greg watched from the window as she backed out of the driveway and drove away. He waited five minutes to make sure she didn't forget something and return. He couldn't recall that ever happening in the past, so he felt safe going to Monique's room.

She was already up and dressed in short short jeans and a midriff tank top. As always, she looked fantastic. To be polite, he tapped on her door before opening it.

"Good morning," Greg offered.

With a big smile, Monique had been unpacking and turned to him. "Good morning!"

"Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough. Sorry I fell asleep last night."

"No worries. Traveling wears you out."

"I heard your mom leave for work."

"Yes. She just did."

"I don't think she particularly likes me," Monique observed.

Greg didn't like her saying that because it could mean she wouldn't want to stay long, so he said, "I think it's just awkward having her ex-husband's stepdaughter visiting."

Monique considered that. "Perhaps. I had not thought of that."

"Don't worry. She'll warm up."

Having finished unpacking, she stuffed her luggage under the bed and then sat on it. "I hope so."

Greg sat facing her. "Do you want to do anything today? Or do you want to just relax?"

She shrugged. "We can just take it easy today."

"I like your shirt with your nipples sticking out," Greg commented.

"I thought you might," she said with a giggle. She then lifted it up to expose her tits and left it up.

"That looks even better."

"I miss you touching them." She reached for his hand and placed it covering one of her boobs.

Naturally, he caressed it. "Yeah, I have, too."

She giggled as he fondled both breasts.

"How open minded is your mother?"

Greg shrugged. "Not very. We'll need to be careful."

"So, we shouldn't do anything?"

"We just shouldn't get caught."

"Good." She reached over and rubbed his cock through his short pants, then pushed him to lie down so she could undo the waist. Pulling his pants and underwear down below his scrotum, she held his dick straight up and then lowered her mouth on it.

"Mmmm, that's so nice."

During their summer together in France they were alone quite a bit and had to entertain themselves, which frequently became what they were doing now. That enabled them to become more proficient at oral sex, with Monique eventually able to deep throat Greg. Of course, there was nothing he didn't like about it. And though it had become a regular part of their sexual togetherness, each time she went down on him was like the first time.

It had been a few days since they had been able to get together, and it was simply delightful to see her lips around the base of his cock. He also noticed that the straps of her tank top had dropped, which in turn had the entire top falling so that hardly none of her tits were covered. He had learned that she really enjoyed sucking him and that it really aroused her.

So, Monique reached the point where she turned around. Greg knew this meant she wanted him to tug her shorts off. This he did, removing her panties, as well. She then scooted up to straddle his hips. He held his cock up in position so she could just ease down on it, and when she was fully impaled, they both moaned.

She leaned forward so she could slide back and forth on his cock. Occasionally, she would stop so he could do some pumping. Then she sat up so she could bounce up and down. To steady herself, she rested her hands on his thighs, and he loved the view from this vantage point of his dick disappearing into her pussy.

Pulling out, Monique turned around, got onto hands and knees, and with Greg still on his back, they continued. This scene was tantalizing as he focused on her asshole as it moved back and forth. He never thought an anus could be so beautiful. Of course, when it was connected to such a shapely butt, how could it not be? Wetting his fingertip, he couldn't help but rub that little winker.

Monique giggled. She stopped bouncing and rotated her hips around. Greg loved it when she did this. His dick sloshing around was thrilling. But then he popped out. However, instead of sticking him back in, she'd got on hands and knees and shook her butt at him, so he got behind her to do her doggy style.

The pair had done all these positions many times, but they never tired of any of them. The best part of doggy style was the deeper penetration he got. He could drive his cock in to the hilt in any position, but this just felt like he was going deeper. To enhance the experience, he pumped slowly, enjoying that feeling of his dick sliding in and out.

He could have continued like this, but he could tell Monique was getting close, and she liked to be in the missionary position to come. She leaned forward causing him to come out of her. She rolled over onto her back as he eased off the bed. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could stand, guide his cock back in, and rock back and forth on the balls of his feet.

Monique was moaning as soon as she felt his dick slide back inside her. She reached down to rub her clit as he pumped, and within seconds, she was thrashing around to the waves of her orgasm. Knowing he had made her climax always did the same for him, so he continued to thrust as long as he could until he had to pull out and hose her abdomen.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm. I love it when you come on me."

"I love coming on you."

"I'm sure you do."

* * *

After taking showers and having a late breakfast, they decided to simply take it easy during the afternoon and watch movies. Monique wore the same tank top and short shorts, which had Greg watching her more than the TV. It also led his fingers to finding their way up her shorts. To his convenience, she wore no underwear, and she enjoyed having his digits fondling her. Of course, she reciprocated, much to his dick's appreciation. But neither brought the other to any finality; mostly, they were just playful.

Of course, it all ended when Grace arrived home from work. She did her best to hide her shock when she saw Monique's clothing. She couldn't help but comment, "We're quite casual, aren't we?"

It didn't occur to the French girl that the remark was a barb, so she offered an innocent explanation. "We like to be comfortable at home. Besides, I read that summers in Houston can be brutally warm."

"So, they can be."

"I hope my attire is acceptable to you."

It did explain her son's attraction to the young woman. "It's probably okay for around the house, but maybe not for dining out."

"Of course. I'll change."

As she headed to her bedroom, Grace said, "You can keep it casual." To Greg, she asked, "What would you like for dinner?"

"I think it's time to introduce Monique to Texas barbecue."

When she returned "changed," Monique was now wearing a short summer dress, although not as short as the skimpy shorts she was previously wearing, but still not an attire that Grace approved of, though she kept her mouth shut. But Greg noticed his mother's reaction, and he held his girlfriend's hand as they walked to the car and then arms around each other from the car to the restaurant. He even allowed his hand to slide down to cup her ass.

Of course, Grace witnessed that, as well, and was not pleased.

Greg made sure she tried brisket, chicken, and baby back ribs. Afterward, he asked, "So, what did you think?"

"It was all very good. Père said I would like it. He said that is the one thing he misses about Texas."

"Père. That's father or dad, right?" Grace asked.

"Yes."

"That's what you call Steve?"

"Yes," Monique responded as though what else would she call him. Then realizing Grace's tone was dubious, she added, "He's the only father I ever knew."

Greg was training himself to watch his mother's expressions whenever Monique was part of the conversation. Of course, he knew his mother well enough to be able to spot her negativity. Even though she said nothing, her facial expression said it all. It didn't seem Monique could do or say anything to endear herself to Grace. That concerned Greg and he kept it in the back of his mind to figure a solution.

Fortunately, when they returned home, Grace was tired and ready to retire. Unfortunately, as long as she was in the house, Monique knew she and Greg could do nothing, so they watched more TV, American shows instead of a movie. They were entertaining, but Monique was tired of sitting around. She also knew there was nothing else to do. Fortunately, there was always tomorrow morning.

* * *

The next morning, it was Monique who greeted Grace in the kitchen. The mother was even more surprised to see her guest than she had been to see her son the previous morning. Grace was at least pleased to see the French girl well-covered in long sleeve pajama shirt and matching long pants.

"You're up early," Grace noted, but not in any welcoming tone.

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon Paris time."

"Right. So, you're having difficulty adapting to our time zone?"

"It is taking time. It has only been one day."

"So, it has. What are the two of you going to do today?"

"I would like to do some sightseeing. Do you have any suggestions on what to see?"

Grace thought for a moment. "Houston is the fourth largest city in the United States. Oil is big business, but there's nothing really to see there. If you're interested in space flight, there's the Johnson Space Center where they control space flights. They have an interesting visitor center. There's the Houston Museum of Natural Science that has dinosaur skeletons. There's the Houston Zoo, although you probably have a zoo in Paris."

"There are actually two."

With a nod, Grace went on. "If you like shopping, there are a number of good shopping malls, the Galleria probably being one of the best. It even has an ice-skating rink."

"Okay. Thank you. I'll go wake Greg and see what he wants to do."

"Well, enjoy your day whatever you do."

"Thank you. You have a good day, as well."

But as she left, Grace had to wonder how Monique would awaken her son.

Knowing Greg had done it the day before; Monique watched his mother drive away. Returning to her bedroom, she removed her pajama top, pulled the waistband of her pants down below her navel, and then went in to awaken Greg. In his darkened room, she went to the window to draw back the curtains and allow sunlight in.

Turning toward the bed, Monique saw that Greg was awake wearing only boxer briefs with an erection, and grinning seeing her topless.

Greg's cock pulsed uncontrollably as she approached the bed, knelt on the edge, then crawled toward him. When she was in reach, she extended her hand to rub his aching dick through his underwear. Dipping her head, she placed faux bites on his rod up and down the length. He reached up to cup her face, and then she took his thumb in her mouth and sucked it like a cock. He felt the odd thrill of that all the way down to the top of his dick in the form of pre-cum ooze.

Seeing the tiny wet spot form on the material, Monique pulled Greg's boxer briefs down to his thighs. With his cock lying flat on his belly, she gently nibbled on his balls and then licked them.

Peeking in from a hidden angle, Grace stifled a gasp. Wondering about her son and his "girlfriend" had her stopping her car farther down the street and sneaking back quietly into the house where she glimpsed a topless Monique entering Greg's bedroom. Grace then moved into position to spy on them. Her shock had not been from observing the teens about to engage in sex, but rather the size of her son's cock. Part of her wanted to burst in and put a stop to this, but she was mesmerized by his tool. Unquestionably, bigger than his father, and quite some time since she had known the pleasure of one of any size.

Grace's mouth salivated watching Monique spend time sucking and licking Greg's balls before dragging her tongue up the length of his shaft. Finally, the girl lifted that hunk of prime meat but took only the tip in her mouth, swirling her tongue around that mushroom head. She took a considerable amount of length in her mouth, then alternated sucking and licking. She returned to his testicles, seemingly enjoying taking one each into her mouth and rolling them around.

Grace could feel moisture growing between her own legs.

After several more seconds of sucking the upper half of Greg's dick, Monique stood up on the bed, and to Greg's wide eyes, she pushed her pajama pants down until gravity took over and pulled them to her ankles. Then she simply stepped out of them.

It had been apparent to Grace that the girl had a body based on the skimpy clothes she had worn. But now, completely naked, even Grace could not help but be impressed.

Monique completely removed Greg's underpants, and with them both completely naked, she lay on her belly between his legs to suck his dick some more. The girl was an expert fellator; another reason why Greg was so enamored of her.

Greg merely lay there with a satisfied grin on his face. What guy wouldn't just melt being sucked by such a beautiful girl? And if that weren't enough, she could wrap both hands around his shaft and then started stroking him.

Greg put his hands around Monique's neck and pulled for her to move forward so they could kiss. With their lips attached, the French girl moved into position to plant her pussy on his dick and slide it forward and back. That went on for a minute or so before Greg reached for his cock and held it straight up as they coordinated guiding it into her pussy.

From Grace's vantage point, she had a bird's eye view of that huge cock sliding into Monique's very wet pussy. Knowing she shouldn't be watching them nor allowing this, the sight of his dick splitting her vulva was too exciting to stop or ignore. And then, seeing her ease down and engulf it was breathtaking. She immediately began riding him.

Monique alternated moving up and down and pivoting her hips back and forth. Grace could see the concentration on the girl's face, and more than that, the pleasure it was giving her. Her expression became more intense as Greg did his part by pumping up quickly. It was obvious this was not the first time these two had done this.

They slowed their pace to just enjoy being connected. Greg used the opportunity to reach up and fondle her big tits. He was not all that gentle, but Monique appeared to enjoy his touch, and maybe even liked it a bit rough.

Mother had to wonder where her son had learned to perform as he did. It also almost frightened her when Monique shouted out as she climaxed. The girl almost seemed to lose control, but she was actually just enjoying what seemed to be a massive orgasm. Grace used to know what that felt like.

Mother almost became concerned when Greg's face registered what she took as a prelude to his own climax. She hoped her son was not stupid enough to come inside Monique. But she breathed her relief when the girl slid off to the side, much of her body draped over his, and squirmed down, face even with his cock. She then grabbed it and took it into her mouth again, licking her own juices from it. She must have a fixation with his balls because she gave equal attention to them.

Once again, Monique eased forward so they could kiss. She stroked him while they did until he started moaning. Then she aimed his cock at her breasts, and he came all over them. She used the head of his dick to smear it all around, then finished rubbing it in with her fingertips. Finally, she scooped some up to taste.

Realizing that they were finished, Grace quickly turned and quietly scooted out of there, the image of her son's cock spurting cream vivid in her mind. By the time she reached her car, she was breathing heavily both from her pace to her vehicle and the exciting scene she had just witnessed. She also wondered if Steve or Giselle had caught them, or if they even knew. She also wondered what she should do. Should she have stopped them? Could she have stopped them? After all, she could not stay home and babysit them everyday.

* * *

Lying blissfully in bed, allowing the jism to dry on her skin, Monique suddenly popped her head up. "Did you hear that?"

Greg merely grinned. "All I can hear is my heart pounding."

"Let's go sightseeing today."

"Okay. What would you like to see?"

"Your mother suggested the space center, natural science museum, the zoo, or the Galleria."

"My mother?"

"Yeah. I saw her in the kitchen before I came in here," Monique told him.

With a worried look on his face, he said, "I hope that was before you took off your top."

"No, I thought she might have liked to see my tits." But she said it with a chuckle, so he knew she'd just teasing.

They decided on the space center. It wasn't the top of the Eiffel Tower, but something she did not have in Paris, and enjoyable, nonetheless. Greg bought Monique a T-shirt which she modeled--braless--for him when they arrived back home.

That was also about the time Grace got home and could see Monique's nipples imprinted on the shirt. Her eyes went wide, but she caught herself and said, "Oh, so you decided on the space center."

Monique could tell by the way the older woman looked at her that she didn't care for her bralessness, so while mother and son cooked dinner, the younger girl went to her room to put her bra back on. Other than that, it was a quiet evening at home.

Once again, Monique retired early rather than spend more time with Grace. Greg could tell by the sour look on the girl's face what her issue was. He considered having a talk with his mother, but the more he thought about it, he didn't think much good would come from it. In fact, he feared it might have the opposite effect.

He pondered what else he could do. Why couldn't his mother be as accepting of Monique as Giselle had been of him? His father, as well.

His father.

Greg checked his watch. Eleven p. m. He quickly calculated that to Paris time. Seven in the morning. His father would be getting ready for work. Greg got completely under the covers of his bed to muffle calling his dad.

Steve answered right away. "Greg, everything okay?"

"Hi, dad. Sort of."

"Oh. What's wrong?"

"Mom and Monique are not getting along. I mean, they're tolerating each other. There hasn't been any outward conflict. But I know Monique is not having a good time. I'm sure she's ready to go home. But dad, I don't want her to leave--at least not yet."

"I'm not really surprised. Your mother had never been very accepting."

"Especially not with her ex-husband's stepdaughter," Greg pointed out.

"Hmmm. Right."

"I don't know what to do."

Steve thought for a few seconds. "Have you thought about taking her to your grandparent's ranch? They're pretty easy-going. They'll like her. And that will give her the real Texas experience."

"That's a great idea, dad!"

"You should call them first before you mention it to your mother," Steve suggested.

"Yeah. Good idea. Thanks, dad."

"No problem. Let me know how it goes."

"Will do."

* * *

Greg didn't know why he hadn't thought of the ranch himself. He loved going there, loved spending time with his grandparents, who were pretty laid back. It made him wonder how his mother turned out so stiff. In the morning, he was anxious to call them, but he had to wait until his mother left for work.

Grace was surprised when both Greg and Monique appeared in the kitchen in the morning.

"You two must have big plans to both be up so early," Grace noted.

"No. We have nothing planned," Greg said. "I've got some ideas we can talk about."

"Well, have fun whatever you do." Grace then departed.

Greg watched out of the window as she drove off. He remained perched on an ottoman at the front of the house to make certain she didn't return.

Monique joined him and asked, "You are expecting her to come back?"

"I want to make sure she does not."

Monique was unbuttoning her pajama shirt to expose her bare breasts. "What do you have planned?" she asked suspiciously as she'd lifted his T-shirt off, sat behind him and pressed her tits against his back.

"Mmmm," he moaned. He wanted to turn around to discuss his idea with her, but her boobs on his back felt too good. However, he became more excited to tell her, or rather ask her, if she liked his idea. Satisfied that his mother was not coming back, Greg rotated around straddling the ottoman.

Monique reached for his cock and fished it out of the slit in his pajama pants, so he let her fondle it until he was hard.

Greg grabbed her hands to stop her. "I'm sorry my mother has not come around."

She shrugged. "It's not your fault."

"I know. I also know you're not enjoying yourself."

"Only at night when she is home. During the day with you is fine."

"I have an idea. I'd like to take you to my grandparents' ranch in the hill country. Give you a real taste of Texas."

"Will they be any better?"

"Yes. You won't even believe they are my mother's parents. It'll be fun. A lot of open ground. We can go horseback riding and do a lot of fun things. And we'll be away from my mother."

"I actually called our dad last night, and he recommended this."

"He did?"

"Yes."

"Well, if you think it will be better."

"I do. I love going to the ranch."

"Okay. When do we leave?"

"I've got to call my grandparents first. If they agree, it's about a three-hour drive, so we'd go in the morning."

"What will your mother say?"

Greg shrugged. "I don't care," he said as he grabbed his phone and dialed.

"Gramps!"

"Greg! How the hell are you?"

"I'm okay."

"So, how was Paris?"

"It was great."

"Heard you met a girl."

"I did. She came home with me."

"Heard that also. How's that going?"

"Not too well. I don't think mom likes her too much."

"Oh, why is that?"

"She's my dad's stepdaughter. But you probably already knew that," Greg surmised.

"Yes, I did."

"So, what has my mom told you?"

"Nothing bad," his grandfather replied convincingly. "Just that it's been an adjustment. Don't worry. She'll come around."

"Not soon enough."

"So, what can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if Monique and I could come to the ranch for a few days. Houston is just a big city, and she lives in a big city. I thought the ranch would give her a more realistic Texas experience."

"What does your mother say?"

"I wanted to clear it with you and granny first."

"Well, of course, you're always welcome here, and so is your girlfriend--if your mother agrees."

"Okay. I'll talk to her when she gets home from work. If she agrees, we'd like to come tomorrow."

"Sounds good. Just let us know."

* * *

Greg became nervous about having to tell his mother they wanted to go to the ranch; certain she would not react well. It was easy for Monique to pick up on this, so she did her best to distract him by prancing around the house topless, in only her panties. He was both amused and aroused watching her tits bounce and slap together, but not enough to engage in sex. He said there would be plenty of opportunities at the ranch.

When they did finally hear and see Grace's car pull into the driveway, Monique hustled into her bedroom to dress.

Grace generally dropped her purse and keys on the entrance table and then headed into the kitchen. The teens greeted her there.

"So, what did the two of you do today?" she asked.

"Nothing," Greg said. "Just hung around here."

Noting Monique tastefully dressed, Grace merely nodded. She also noticed the French girl give a head gesture to her son. "What's up?"

Greg could see that his mother witnessed it. "Uh, I, uh, I talked to Gramps today."

"Did you now?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"Uh, well, I, uh, thought it might be fun to take Monique to the ranch for a few days. Give her a real Texas experience."

"Oh, you think so?"

His mother's responses had Greg wondering if she already knew. Like maybe one of his grandparents had already called her. But he didn't question that. Instead, he asked, "What do you think?"

Grace shrugged. "If that's what you want to do."

"Well, I haven't been there in months, and you know how much I like going there."

"That the only reason?"

"What do you mean? The other reason is to show it to Monique."

"Okay. You're going tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

Greg shrugged. "A few days."

"Okay. You might want to stop somewhere and let Monique get some proper clothes and boots," Grace suggested.

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Greg and Monique exchanged expressions of relief, thinking that went better than they thought. "I'll call Gramps to let him know."

"No need. I was going to call your grandmother later. I'll let them know." Grace then went to her bedroom to change into lounging clothes before cooking dinner.

"Wow. That went well," Greg whispered to Monique.

"Almost as if she already knew," Monique suggested.

"Yeah. That thought occurred to me. Doesn't matter. The hard part is over."

But later, after Monique again retired early, Greg asked his mother, "Are you sure you're okay with us going to the ranch?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason."

"Why are you really wanting to go? Trying to get Monique away from me?"

Greg shrugged. "I know it's not pleasant having her here."

"I don't think I've complained."

If he had been looking for an argument, Greg knew there were things he could say. Instead, he decided to leave well enough alone. He had learned some things from having two parents who were lawyers.

* * *

In the morning, Greg and Monique made certain they were up early enough to say goodbye to Grace. Her goodbye to them was not one of someone sorry to see them leaving. But they thought nothing of it as they were both anxious to be on their way. Once she was gone, they packed and then departed.

They did stop for Monique to buy some jeans, shirts, and boots. Otherwise, the majority of the drive along the Interstate highway was boring with little to see. Once past San Antonio into the hill country, the rolling landscape became more visually appealing.

Greg advised Monique that his grandparents had their big meal at noon and only had leftovers in the evening. His grandmother generally spent all morning preparing the kind of dinner most people had at night. He also told her that his grandmother was an excellent cook, but that her meals were pretty basic: meat and potatoes type stuff; a lot of beef, since it was a cattle ranch. He asked Monique if she wanted to stop for lunch before they arrived. But she said if his grandparents were expecting them for lunch, they should not stop beforehand.

Less than an hour later, they pulled into the entrance to his grandparents' ranch house. The older adults rushed out to greet them, both hugging the teens warmly, immediately making Monique feel welcome. Gramps took a step back to look Monique up and down.

"Roll your tongue back in," granny warned her husband.

"It's okay, gramps. You can look," Greg said. "I can't take my eyes off her, either."

They all laughed.

"Dinner is ready," granny announced, so they all went in to eat.

She had cooked a big pot of beef stew, loaded with potatoes, carrots, and green peas. Of course, Greg had enjoyed this dish many times and loved it. He noticed that Monique ate heartily, also.

"This is delicious," Monique offered. "Very close to a dish we cook in France called beef bouguignon."

"I'm glad you liked it," granny said. "Wasn't sure you would with all that fancy French food."

"Believe it or not," Monique said, "we don't regularly eat that fancy French food. We eat pretty basic stuff also."

"That's good," granny said, "because basic is what you'll get while here."

"I look forward to it."

That endeared Monique to the grandparents more than anyone knew.

After dinner, the teens assisted cleaning up, even though they were told they didn't need to. That completed, they gave Monique a tour of the house. There were three bedrooms downstairs, and a large loft upstairs that included a bed, bathroom, and sitting area with a TV. This was where Greg usually stayed when he visited, but he offered the space to Monique for her privacy. He later told her that his grandparents went to bed early at night because they got up early, so she would not be disturbed up in the loft. He added that they would likely end up there if they wanted to stay up later to watch TV, so they would not disturb the old folks.

A tour of the grounds outside came next, including the barn, and the horses. They took a short walk to a secluded area where a couple of creeks converged and sat on the ground under some shade trees. It was a relaxing afternoon spent kissing and touching one another, but no clothes were removed.

* * *

Because of their big lunch (dinner), the teens were not that hungry for the evening meal (supper). However, to be polite, they ate meagerly. Once again, they assisted in clean-up, and while granny said it was not necessary, she appreciated it, nonetheless.

Then it was television for a couple of hours until the grandparents were ready to retire at eight. As they stood to head to their bedroom, gramps said to Greg, "I'm sure the two of you don't go to bed this early, so stay up as long as you like, but if you don't mind, go up to the loft to watch TV." He winked at his grandson as though he knew what they might do up there.

"Sure, gramps, no problem. Sleep well." As his grandfather moved on, Greg asked Monique, "Would you like something to drink?"

"Water would be nice."

"Okay. Go on up. I'll get it and be up in a minute." Greg quickly grabbed two bottles of water and then headed for the loft. Monique was stretched out, legs resting on an ottoman, and had already changed into her pajamas, which she would not have worn back in Houston: short-sleeved button-up, top only buttoned hallway, and short shorts pants that showed off those shapely legs clearly with nothing underneath.

Greg switched the TV on though he doubted seriously they would watch anything. He moved around to the end of the ottoman, bent over, and massaged her bare feet. Looking up, she offered a warm smile. His hands moved up her legs, kneading her calves, and then up to her soft thighs. As he held them, she leaned forward for a kiss. She cupped his face as he did hers.

Monique twisted her body to move Greg over to the side of the sofa. With him standing against the arm of the couch, she rose to a squatting position, parting their lips. She reached for his pants to undo them. Lifting his shirt, she kissed his belly as she gradually tugged his pants and underwear down.

Greg pulled his shirt up and off, then bent over for another kiss. She rose up onto her knees and moved closer, his now hard cock pressing against her abdomen. She caressed his scrotum as he fondled her breasts over her top. Pulling back, she lifted her top up and off without unbuttoning it the rest of the way.

Greg grabbed for a nipple, lightly twisting it. Monique giggled. He then bent over to suck the other nipple. He kissed his way up her chest and neck back to her lips. They let their tongues connect and dance.

Then her tastes hungered for something more substantial. On hands and knees, she opened her mouth to accept his cock. He was thrilled for his dick to enter that warm, wet hollow. She sucked him slowly, lovingly, as much for her own enjoyment. He further liked that she did it hands-free. She took as much in as she could and gave attention to his balls, licking them like candy. She even rubbed his cock around her face in between sucking.

With his cock still in her mouth, Greg bent over to run his hand down her back and under the waistband, sliding his middle finger between her butt cheeks, pressing the tip against her anus. He continued moving his finger around, separating her labia until he touched her clit.

Monique moaned and squirmed and sucked him a little harder.

Greg moved around to the other end of the sofa to sit. Monique was still on her hands and knees, her rear toward him. He pulled her pants down below her ass to take a swipe with his tongue. He tugged her pants down and off, again burying his face in her rear, not really caring what his tongue licked.

This caused Monique to giggle and wiggle.

A minute later, Greg lifted her up and turned her onto her back. He knelt between her legs to kiss her lips again. He performed his best cunnilingus on her and was surprised when she reached around her leg to finger herself, sliding her forefinger into her pussy, and even more amazingly, her middle finger into her ass. He concentrated his tongue on her clit.

Letting go of herself, Monique grabbed Greg's head to hold it right against her inner section. He was driving her wild and she could not keep still. He kissed his way up her pubic area, abdomen, between her tits, to her lips. In this position, his cock happened to rub against her pussy. It was electrifying, so she reached down to flick it so the tip slid right into her pussy.

"Oooohhhh, yes!" she cried.

Greg eased it in the rest of the way very slowly. There was just something about that first penetration that made slow entry the way to go. To feel the soft, wet walls of her vagina caress his cock as it went in was a thrill. Once all the way in, he halted for a second as he felt those inner walls close in around his shaft like being covered by a warm blanket on a frosty night.

Monique lifted her legs to rest her ankles in his shoulders. He held her thighs as he pumped slowly and firmly. He leaned in for another quick kiss, and instead in straight in and out thrusts, he rotated his hips up and down so his dick touched all around inside her. He also alternated his pace; never fast, but slow to moderate. This movement caused his cock to pop out, so he rubbed it up and down against her pussy.

Another quick press with her finger had it sliding back inside her, which is exactly where she wanted it.

Greg then wrapped his arm around her back, lifting her slightly, which put her in position for him to drive his cock straight in. Now, he quickened his pace to her continuous moaning and wailing. She held onto his neck for added support.

Letting her back down, he leaned in for another kiss, and then attacked her nipples, sucking, chewing, and lightly biting each.

"Oh, yes," she cried.

Monique reached down to rub her clit and press it against his thrusting cock.

He popped out again, so she turned onto her side, and he moved into a similar position behind him. She grabbed his scrotum roughly, tugging on it as a way of getting him back inside her. Once there, she held his balls tightly to control their pace.

Their gyrations had her rolling on her back on top of him, forcing him to lay on his back. As he fucked her in this position, he reached around to pinch and rub her clit, which elicited louder moaning.

"Shhh!" Greg reminded her, so she quieted down.

To aid in remaining quiet, Monique got up, turned around again latching onto his scrotum and sucked his cock. Tasting herself was not an issue. But she just as quickly mounted him again cowgirl, sinking down until he was completely inside her. She sat still feeling the monster pulse inside her. In another minute, she started bouncing.

Monique did her best to stifle moaning as she felt her climax building. She twisted from side to side, occasionally freezing as muscle spasms halted her, and as her orgasm coursed through her, she allowed herself to fall back bending his cock to stay inside her. He continued to pump slowly until she stopped him.

Breathing heavily, she got up quickly and into position to suck him again sensually until he rewarded her with a mouthful of cum. Only a little saliva dripped down her chin. She swallowed all his semen. "Mmmm!"

They again stretched out on the sofa to continue watching whatever was on TV until a few minutes later when she heard Greg breathing steadily having fallen asleep. Weary herself, Monique went into the bathroom to clean up a bit, put her pajamas back on, and then covered Greg with a blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. She crawled into the bed and drifted off to sleep herself.

* * *

In the morning, Greg awoke before Monique, alarmed that he had slept on the sofa. He saw her sleeping in the bed and took a moment to feast his eyes on this gorgeous creature. She looked peaceful and beautiful. He quickly dressed and headed downstairs, hoping he could make it back to his bedroom before his grandparents noticed. But of course, they were already awake and having breakfast at the kitchen table.

"Well," Gramps said. "Good morning." His tone was not one of greeting, but not one of surprise, either.

Seeing the smirk on his grandfather's face, Greg said, "I guess I fell asleep watching TV and Monique just covered me rather than wake me up."

"Uh-huh!"

"Oh, gramps, leave the boy alone," Granny chided. "Who cares where he sleeps?"

At that moment, Monique appeared, covered in a robe that showed nothing. "Bonjour." To their confused looks, she clarified, "Good morning."

"Good morning, young lady," granny said. "Sit and have some breakfast."

"You know, granny," gramps said, "we really need to get a new sofa up there. The springs in that one creak pretty bad."

Both Greg's and Monique's eyes widened in horror.

"George Stewart!" Granny shouted, "Stop teasing those kids." To Monique, she added, "Child, you're not going to get very far in life if you listen to a liar like him. There's nothing wrong with that sofa upstairs. Are you both at least eighteen?"

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Then nobody cares what you do up there. Hell, Greg, your mom and dad were that age when this old fool caught them up in the hay loft."

"In the hay loft?" Greg asked. "I knew it was in the barn."

Gramps was chuckling. "Yeah. They stirred up a rat hiding in the hay who crawled over them. Grace screamed bloody murder, so we came a running." Now, he was laughing.

Even granny was laughing, so the teens joined in.

"So, you're better off in the upstairs loft," granny said.

"Well, we've got to go move the herd to greener pastures," gramps said. He rose from the table.

"I was going to take Monique horseback riding this morning," Greg told them. "Where will you be? Maybe we'll ride out to join you."

"We'll be moving north from the south pasture."

"I'm going to grab a quick shower," Greg said.

The two women watched him head to the downstairs bathroom.

Looking at one another, Granny said, "Don't let anything gramps says bother you, dear. He just likes to hear himself talk, and he thinks he's funny."

"He's actually quite charming," Monique said, genuinely meaning it.

"He is that," granny agreed. "That's why I've been married to him so long. And to be honest, we don't really care what the two of you do. If you two want to sleep together upstairs, and all that implies, be our guest. We know Greg has a good head on his shoulders and he's not going to do anything foolish."

Monique was somewhat surprised to hear her say that. "You're completely the opposite of your daughter."

Granny chuckled. "Yeah, she really turned into... something."

"What do you mean?"

"She didn't used to be such a... tight ass."

Monique had to giggle at that, then said, "I'm sorry."

"No, it is amusing," granny agreed. "I think once she and Steve broke up that is when she changed."

"He really is a wonderful man," Monique had to say.

"I know. We never had a problem with him. Except that he took our daughter away."

"He took her away?"

"He got a job at a big, fancy law firm in Houston, and she wanted to go with him, eventually getting with a big firm of herself. He did so well, they offered him the position in Paris, and Grace refused to go. She had her own career that she did not want to give up. So, they divorced, and I think she's been bitter ever since."

"That is sad. But I can't be sad for her because Steve has been good to me and my mother."

"No reason you should be sad, child."

"Do you think Grace should have gone to Paris?" Monique asked.

"I really don't know. Maybe for the sake of her marriage, but for our sake, I'm glad she didn't. I'm glad Greg got to grow up here on the ranch. It'll be his one day."

"It will?"

"Grace is our only child. She didn't want to give up her career for her marriage, so I'm sure she won't give it up to run this ranch."

"Do you think that is what Greg wants? To inherit the ranch, I mean?"

"I think at one point, he did. Now that he met you, I'm not so sure."

"I don't think I have that much influence over him," Monique admitted.

"Don't underestimate yourself. Sounds like Greg is out of the shower. You should go get yours. If I know gramps, since Greg said he'd take you riding to meet the herd, that old fool is probably going to hold them up until you get there."

"Thank you," Monique said. "I truly enjoyed chatting with you."

"So, did I. Now, get going."

* * *

In the barn, Greg saddled Stoney, the gentlest horse his grandparents owned for Monique, so named because of his color. Greg rode Stormy, a more spirited steed; that and his grayish hair earning him his moniker. Monique now wore her new duds. The tight jeans complimented her shapely legs, but the loose shirt hid her other attributes, which was just as well. He didn't want the ranch hands to enjoy too much.

Even though Monique took to riding as though she knew what she was doing, they still took it slowly. It took nearly an hour to get to the south pasture at slow speed, and contrary to granny's prediction, gramps had already started moving the herd.

Upon seeing their approach, gramps rode to meet them. "How ya doin', little lady?"

"Good, so far."

"We've been taking it easy, gramps."

"Right. Well, catch up when you can." He then rode away to rejoin the herd and his ranch hands.

"Do you need a rest before we move on?" Greg asked.

"I'm okay."

So, onward they went, still at a slower pace, though they were able to move slightly faster than the herd was moving, so they did catch up just as the herd reached its new pasture, lush with fresh green grass. A short while later, a truck appeared with lunch for the hands. There was more than enough for the teens.

After the meal and several minutes rest, Greg led Monique to some of his favorite locations on the ranch, one in particular that offered a spectacular view of some of the higher hills. They enjoyed the scene for a while before riding to another area to see some lazy waterfalls, not particular high, but with several cascading drops.

It was nearly dinner time when they returned to the ranch house. Which was also when Monique realized how sore her butt was. Granny had set some pain relievers on the table for her and had a pillow for her to sit on for dinner.

"Oh, thank you," Monique said upon seeing the pain pills. "I really need these."

"Figured you would," granny said. "After dinner, Greg can take you upstairs and massage your rear. That'll help." To Greg's surprised expression, she added, "And don't you pretend you don't want to do that."

Gramps merely chuckled.

"Can we skip riding horses tomorrow?" Monique asked to the chuckles from the others.

"Of course," Greg agreed. "We'll take the ATV, if that's alright, gramps. Still some places I want to show you."

"Absolutely," gramps said. "Your backside is probably sore also. Been a while since you've been in a saddle."

"Well, I won't mind using the ATV, either," Greg said with a grin. "But I do want to get back to riding."

After dinner, Greg and granny insisted Monique go upstairs to relax.

"A warm shower might soothe you," granny suggested.

"I'll be up as soon as we clean up the kitchen," Greg said.

Once she was gone, Greg said, "Thank you, both, for being so welcoming to Monique. Wish mom would have been."

"She's a lovely girl," granny said. "We had was nice talk this morning."

"Oh, shit," Greg said. "Something else to be worried about."

"No, nothing to be worried about. We talked about your mother, and I told her you would inherit the ranch."

"Really? What did she say about that?"

"She wondered if you really wanted the ranch. I said I thought you did until you met her."

"Hmmm. That is something we would need to resolve. Not sure she would want to leave Paris."

"And you?"

"There are colleges around here that offer curriculum in farm and ranch management," gramps added.

"I know," Greg said. "I've actually thought about that."

"Not to put too fine a point on it," gramps said, "but you know this ranch has been in the family since after the civil war."

"Don't push him, George," granny said. "He's got to want to take over for it to work."

"I do want the ranch," Greg admitted. "But I want Monique also."

"She that good?" gramps had to ask.

"George!"

"Yeah, gramps, she's that good," Greg said.

"Well, you've got time to decide," Gramps said. "Or change her mind. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

"Here's some massage oil," granny offered.

* * *

Monique was just stepping out of the bathroom when Greg reached the top of the steps. She made certain it was him before appearing nude. His eyes widened upon seeing her spectacular body.

"Your grandmother said they didn't care what we did up here," Monique said, as though defending her appearance. "And since you were coming to massage me, I didn't see the need for clothes."

"Right. I love you with no clothes. She also told me about your talk this morning. About inheriting the ranch."

"Yes. Congratulations," Monique offered. "It must be wonderful to know you have that in your future."

"It would be wonderful if I knew you were going to be a part of it."

"Yes, well, we will need to have a conversation about that."

Well, she wasn't saying she would not move here. But he was smart enough to know that now was not the time to talk about it. So, he led Monique to the bed and laid her down, squirted some oil on her buttocks, and gently massaged.

"Does that hurt?" Greg asked.

"No. The pain medicine has helped. And what you're doing is nice."

He concentrated on her butt cheeks but couldn't help gently spreading them and running his finger up and down her crack, making circles around her anus.

Monique giggled.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Sort of. You like playing with it?"

"I like touching you anywhere." Greg resumed kneading her rear. He became more aggressive fondling her asshole. He also slid his finger down to her pussy, rubbed her clit, and teased her hole.

"Mmmm. Are you going to stick it in?"

"What would you like me to stick in?"

"Just your finger. I'd rather not do anything else tonight, if that is okay."

"I figured that." Greg wasted no time in sliding his finger inside her. Her moan was his encouragement to add another finger.

"Mmmm-hmmm. That feels good."

So, he forwent her rear to concentrate on finger fucking her. He made sure to include her clit in his handiwork, and the combination had her writhing and coming before long. Watching her beautiful body squirm around as she had her orgasm was poetry in motion. It was as much a turn-on as any other foreplay they could do.

Monique rolled over onto her back when she finished. "Ouch!" she screamed when her rear was flat.

Greg quickly grabbed her a pillow. "You should keep one of these handy the next few days." She lifted her ass, and he slid the pillow under her.

"Ah. Much better. What can I do for you?"

"Sleep naked."

So, she did.

* * *

Something awoke Greg, and when he finally opened his eyes, he could see that it was morning. Gentle breathing reminded him that Monique was beside him, so he turned onto his side to gaze lovingly at her. The covers were at her waist leaving her upper body exposed. His eyes could not help but take in her bountiful breasts moving to the beat of her respiration, but he tore his vision away to admire her beautiful facial features. Even reposed, she was a sight to behold.

It required great restraint not to reach over and touch her. However, as much as he wanted to, he did not want to awaken her and deprive his eyes of such a pleasant sight. The more he watched, his lips hungered to partake of a pointed nipple. Again, he resisted.

Naturally, his cock reacted. He had to ease back a couple of inches so his erection did not touch her. Unfortunately, as quiet as he attempted to be, something caused Monique to open her eyes. Upon seeing him on his side staring at her, she smiled. It was one of those smiles that could command him to do anything.

"How are you this morning?" Greg asked.

"I'm lying on my back, and it does not hurt, so I guess I'm better."

"I didn't think it would last long since we didn't do any hard riding."

"Still, I'm glad we're not riding again today."

Greg felt safe caressing her breast now. She closed her eyes briefly in a comforting reaction.

"You can have me, if you want."

"I would like nothing more. But you're too beautiful lying there to disturb. There'll be time for that later. Time for breakfast now." Greg arose, having slept only in underwear. As he dressed, Monique eased out of bed in all her glorious nakedness. It was like seeing her for the first time. "Is it too late to reconsider?"

"Sorry, I'm already out of bed," she responded with a smirk and curtsy.

Greg kissed her on the lips and said, "Come down when you're ready."

* * *

Granny directed Greg to prepare a lunch for him and Monique to take with them. After a leisurely breakfast, Greg loaded the ATV, and off they went to the western edge of the ranch, a heavily wooded area. Once again, Greg took it easy. Even though the seats were more comfortable than saddles, the terrain was rough, and faster speeds would have made for an uncomfortable ride.

The path through the forest was just wide enough for the ATV, but the ride through was inspiring, and better still, it was all in shade, unlike the day before in bright sunlight. They finally reached a small cabin beside a running creek.

"Do you like to fish?"

"For what?"

"For what?" a mystified Greg repeated. "For fish. This is a fishing camp."

"A fishing... camp?" With a smirk, she added, "We usually just buy fish at the market."

"Haha. Yeah. Gramps comes here to get away and catch fish. Brings them home for granny to cook. She makes the best fried fish."

"Sounds wonderful," Monique commented less than enthusiastically. "Are you going to fish?"

"Thought I might. This is such was peaceful place."

"It is quite tranquil. You can fish if you like. I'll just watch."

So, he did, fetching a pole from the cabin, and they sat in the shade of a big tree next to the water's edge. Greg cast and reeled for a while always coming up empty. The canopy of the tree provided enough cover to prevent them from noticing the darkening skies. They were completely surprised when the deluge fell, instantly drenching them.

Greg grabbed Monique's hand and dragged her into the cabin. Once inside, she shook like a dog to shed the water.

He quickly set about building a fire in the fireplace. "Strip down and we can dry your clothes on the hearth."

Monique stood facing him with her hands on her hips. "You could have had me this morning instead of going to the trouble to make it rain so I would get wet."

Greg chuckled. "Isn't it more fun this way?"

"If you had wanted me naked, when we got here, you could have just asked." She removed her clothes slowly, teasingly, throwing each item at him.

Greg easily caught the clothing and set them out on the hearth. He then removed his own clothes and did the same. He then went to her, stood behind her, and wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her tits as he kissed her neck and back. She covered his hands with hers, and he walked her over to the bed. They both climbed on, kneeling.

Still behind her, Greg reached down between her legs, to rub her pussy, still covered by her panties, which were not wet. She squirmed a bit, then turned around so they could embrace and kiss. Her bare breasts felt wonderful pressed against his bare chest. He couldn't help dipping his head to suck her nipples that he had lusted for this morning. He squeezed her tits and kissed them all over. He loved her boobs.

Monique pulled his face up again to press their lips together. Their kiss was animated, and it had her falling backward. He went down with her, his mouth again attaching to her nipples. He did it playfully, causing her to giggle. Kissing his way down her body, he latched onto the elastic waistband of her panties, yanking them down and off. His mouth instantly relocated to her pussy, enjoying its sweet taste. He held her legs back for greater access.

She jerked when his tongue touched her clit but followed it up with pleasureful moaning. Greg licked as though he had not done this in a long time. Monique whined and writhed, grabbed his head, and held it tightly against her. He slid a digit in to finger fuck her while he ate her. He was so aroused, he tilted her body back to let his tongue swipe her rear.

She let out something of a whoop and a giggle.

Since she did not protest, Greg continued to drag his tongue up from her anus to her clit. For additional mirth he licked the back of her thighs. She giggled and wiggled, turning onto her side in laughter.

"Give it to me!" she ordered.

Greg rolled Monique onto her back and was between her legs all in one motion. She pulled her thighs back, giving him an easy target--not that he needed it. His cock could sniff out her sweet pussy in complete darkness. And in it went--effortlessly. And it felt better than it ever had--or at least, as good as it always did.

As he began pumping, Monique pulled his head down for a kiss. He planted his hands tenderly on her breasts, making certain not to put too much weight on her. She threw her head back to enjoy being fucked as he fondled her boobs.

They weren't doing anything fancy, just a basic missionary position; it felt perfect and natural. Then impulsively, Greg pulled out, bent over, and ate her pussy. As great as it felt to have his dick in there, his mouth wanted equal time, got it, then back in with his cock.

Monique moved her body slightly to meet his thrusts, but she merely laid there with this dreamy, faraway expression. She pulled her thighs back again as though it would provide Greg deeper penetration. Sensing that's what she wanted, he turned her onto her stomach and re-entered her from the rear. He laid flat on her back and plowed her. Though she groaned with each thrust, she loved what he was doing and how it felt.

There was no doubt he was getting deeper penetration this way, and he loved his balls slapping against her. However, for better traction, he extended his thighs outside of hers. He shoveled his hands under her trunk and fucked her like never before.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Monique wailed.

Greg brushed her hair away from her neck to kiss it causing her to shiver all over. He became a madman who could not get enough of her. Excitedly and without thinking, he pulled out, spread her ass cheeks with his hands, and drove the tip of his tongue into her butt hole. Whatever fleeting thought had him doing that made his dick feel like it would explode. She spread her legs wide which enabled him to lick her pussy and clit also.

Of course, she whined, then followed it up with: "Ungh, ungh, ungh. Keep doing that! I'm going to come!" And once she did, so violently, she threw him off her. Her body twisted and contorted as though she was spasming. It didn't last that long before she became still, spread-eagled.

Looking up with a grin, Monique exclaimed, "That was amazing! I loved it! I had a spectacular orgasm." She then rolled him roughly onto his back, mounting him cowgirl. "I'm going to take you for a ride, and you will not need a horse!"

Monique grabbed his cock and stuffed it back inside her drenched pussy to ride a bucking bronco. She fucked him harder than he had her. He loved her eagerness.

Greg held Monique tightly and attempted to pump up to meet her thrusts. He pulled her to him to suck her nipples.

Her moans were becoming more like screaming, and Greg was glad they were in the fishing cabin in the middle of nowhere. She pressed her face to his, cheek to cheek. She sat up, still riding, so he lightly pinched her nipples and held them as she bounced.

"Mmmm, yes!"

Greg turned her over again, wanting to finish missionary, and she landed with her head on the edge of the bed, allowing it to hang over. She held her own breasts, massaging them.

Greg began to feel his own orgasm building, allowing his moans to emphasize that. He stepped up his pumping, and then abruptly pulled out and sprayed her abdomen.

Monique glanced down and saw the mess covering her belly. She started laughing. "That was ever so much fun. And it's still raining."

"Are you hungry? We can eat our lunch."

"It's outside in the ATV getting wet."

"It's in a waterproof container." Greg got up and went outside naked, not caring that he was getting drenched. He grabbed the container with their food and returned inside.

Monique couldn't help laughing seeing him wet and nude. There was something erotic about that. He set the food out on the small table and sat to eat. She joined him, not bothering to dress, his semen drying on her skin. They ate as though nothing was unusual.

"Just think of all the fun we could have here all the time," Greg suggested.

"You don't think we could have this kind of fun in Paris?"

"At our parents' apartment?" he questioned facetiously.

"We could get our own place."

"With what? We have our own place. Here."

"This little cabin?"

"The ranch."

"Hmmm." She looked up. "It stopped raining. How convenient. We should get back before it starts again."

They'd been sitting long enough to dry off, so they got dressed, cleaned up, made sure the fire was completely extinguished, and headed off.

* * *

"Well, someone got caught in the rain," granny noted when they entered.

"Yeah, we were fishing at the cabin."

"Well, at least, you had a place to get out of the weather," Gramps said. "What did you do? Did you use your pole?"

Greg sensed that his grandfather was baiting him, so he said, "Used one of your fishing rods in the cabin."

Even Monique was catching onto gramps's suggestive language, so she said, "I was going to use his pole..." she paused for effect... "but we catch our fish at the market."

Granny giggled, seeing what the young French girl was doing. "Still about an hour before dinner, if you want to clean up."

"Yes," Monique said. "I need a shower to wash off the stickiness." She winked at gramps as she headed upstairs.

"So, you didn't catch anything?" gramps asked.

"Maybe a cold."

"I'd like you to ride out with me to check on the herd tomorrow. Monique is welcome, if she wants to ride."

"Or she can stay with me," granny said.

"Sure," Greg said. "I'll ask her what she wants to do."

When it sounded like the shower stopped upstairs, Greg used the downstairs bathroom for his shower. Then it was another basic meal of roasted chicken, potatoes, and vegetables. They cleaned the kitchen, watched a little TV, and when the grandparents retired for the evening, so did the teens, worn out from the day's activities.

Greg told her about riding out to the herd in the morning, but she truly liked granny and opted to stay with her.

Stripping to nude, the two got into bed, snuggled, and even though she could feel his erection pressed against her butt, they did nothing more than sleep.

* * *

In the morning, Greg willed himself to awaken before Monique so he could feast his eyes on her. As though she could feel him staring at her, she opened her lids, smiling at him watching her. He smiled back.

Monique reached out to pull his head to hers for their lips to come together. The kiss escalated to the point of her kicking the covers off and pulling him on top of her. She fumbled for his cock, grabbed it, and guided it toward her pussy.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Greg instantly rolled onto his back and sat up. Monique popped up like a jack-in-the-box.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

But Grace was too appalled and rushed back downstairs. As the teens hurriedly dressed, they heard Greg's mother shouting, "Do you know what they're doing up there? Why did you let them sleep together?"

Haphazardly dressed, Greg and Monique made it downstairs to the kitchen, where everyone just stared at each other.

When she saw the French girl, Grace bellowed, "This is all your fault!"

"Grace!" Granny said. "Stop it!"

"He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for her!" Grace said, nearly in tears.

"Mom! Nothing is Monique's fault. You're being ridiculous!"

Monique stood there listening on the verge of tears. A second later, she ran upstairs. Greg did not hesitate to follow her. She reached for her luggage to start packing.

"What are you doing?" Greg worriedly asked.

"Going home. I've had enough."

"Home?"

"To Paris. Take me to the airport."

"Monique. Please. Let's talk about this," Greg pleaded.

"I want to go home!" Monique cried, actually shedding tears. She did not care about packing neatly, just quickly as Greg continued to beg her to stay. When she finished, she headed downstairs, glancing at Grace with a disdainful look. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart." She then continued on outside to the car.

Greg followed sadly, shaking his head with a piteous look at his mother.

"Greg," Grace said.

"I hope you're not here when I get back," Greg harshly said. "Be back this afternoon, granny."

He stormed out, and they heard his car peel off a minute later.

* * *

"You handled that well," granny said.

With a sneer, Grace said, "I can't believe you let them sleep together."

"They're of age to do what they want. What do you think they were doing at your home when you were at work?"

"Doesn't make it right."

"He really cares for her. You better come around. She may end up your daughter-in-law, and he might end up moving to Paris, which would be the worst thing for all of us."

"She's Steve's stepdaughter."

"So? If he hadn't taken the job in Paris, you'd probably still be married to him."

"He left me to take that job."

"You know that's not true," granny argued. "If you had been offered Paris, wouldn't you have expected him to go?"

"Whose side are you on?"

Granny shot her daughter a preposterous look.

"Well, I can see I'm not getting anywhere here. I'll call you later." With that, she turned and left.

Granny turned to her husband. "You were quiet."

"You did just fine. Nothing I would have said would have changed anything."

* * *

"Please reconsider," Greg begged as he drove. "We can stay at the ranch as long as we want."

"That's not going to change anything. You can't avoid your mother forever."

"I can if I have to. It's you I want to be with."

"That is not realistic. She's your mother. You can't ignore her. And I don't want to be responsible for coming between you."

"That ship has sailed."

"Well, you need to bring it back," Monique said.

"Is there any way I can convince you?"

Monique turned to him. "I miss home. I'm ready to go back. We'll talk again in a few days after things have calmed down."

"I'll come with you," Greg said abruptly, the thought just occurring to him.

"As much as I would like that, you don't really want to, and that won't solve anything."

"I just want to be with you. These last three days at the ranch have been the best of my life."

"I know."

Greg didn't know what else he could say so he said nothing. Monique called her airline and was able to get on a flight later tonight. Several miles farther down the road, he asked, "Did you leave anything at my mother's house?"

"No. I brought everything because I did not know how long we would stay at the ranch."

He wanted to park at the airport and wait with her, but she refused. She did not want to make it any more difficult than it already was. She did, at least, allow a passionate kiss before they parted, and with tears rolling down her cheeks, she said they would talk in a few days, and then walked off.

The drive back to the ranch was excruciating. Greg cried harder than he had since he was a small child, often clouding his vision.                                                                      

He forced himself to stop a while later when his dad called.

"Greg."

"Hi, dad. Guess you heard from Monique."

"Yes." Steve could hear the defeat in his son's voice. "Are you okay?"

"I've been better. She tell you what happened?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. None of us anticipated your mother would react this way."

"Least of all me."

"You can come back to Paris, if you want."

"I offered to come back with Monique. She didn't want me to."

"She told me. Don't worry, Greg. She'll come around."

"I hope so, dad," Greg whimpered. "I really love her."

"I know you do. I think she feels the same. Would you like me to call your mother?"

"No, that won't solve anything."

"Okay. Take care. Let me know if there's anything you need."

"Thanks, dad."

He put on some music to occupy his mind. However, once the ranch was in sight, a fresh stream of tears flowed, knowing Monique would not be there.

He greeted his grandparents but quickly excused himself to go upstairs to be alone. The scent of Monique was still on the sheets, and though this produced another round of sobbing, it also gave him some comfort that she was not completely gone. Her presence was still heavy in the air.

A while later, after dark, his grandmother came up with a tray. "I know you want to be alone, but you really need to eat."

"I know. Thanks, granny." He was hungry and started to eat. "How's long did mom stay?"

"Not long... particularly since she wasn't getting any sympathy from us."

That brought a smile to Greg. "Did you know she was coming?"

"No, we didn't. She just showed up. When she arrived, she said she just wanted to surprise us."

"She did that."

"I told her you and Monique were still sleeping, and then she just went upstairs."

"Do you know if she made it home okay?"

"No, but you should call her to find out."

Greg grimaced. "Guess I should." He instantly grabbed his phone and dialed.

Grace answered right away. "Greg. I'm so glad you called."

"Just wanted to make certain you got home okay."

"I did. Are you back at the ranch?"

"Yes."

"Sounds like you're in the car now."

"Uh, yeah. Just, uh... just ran out to get some, uh, dinner. Can we talk?"

"Not now. Been a long day. I'm tired."

"Okay. Maybe tomorrow."

"Yeah. Maybe."

"Good boy," granny said. "See you in the morning."

* * *

Greg heard someone coming up the stairs. He was sort of awake, but not entirely, still in that twilight zone, and could have easily gone back to sleep.

He probably should not have been surprised that his mother appeared in the doorway. "Good morning, mom."

"Good morning, son."

"Putting a lot of miles on your car."

Grace chuckled, seeing it as a good sign that he was making was joke. "Not a problem. I had planned on staying yesterday, but well, you know... I want to apologize to you. I've not been very... gracious... to Monique."

"No, you haven't."

She nodded. "I guess I deserved that. I'm sorry. I really am. She truly is a nice girl. I should have been nicer. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"Bring her back," Greg answered as though there could be no doubt.

"I thought you might say something like that." She stepped aside and Monique appeared.

"Monique!" Greg called out as though he was seeing an apparition.

The French girl offered him a big smile, and he had to choke back tears he was so happy to see her. He jumped out of bed nearly catching his foot in the covers and falling on his face. He hugged her so tightly she feared he would crush her.

Grace now saw what the girl meant to her son. Then to her surprise, he hugged her, as well. "Thank you, mom."

"You're welcome. I'll leave the two of you to talk."

"You need not go," Monique said, much to Greg's confusion.

But his mother started down the stairs.

"What happened?" Greg had to ask.

"I received a phone call while waiting at the airport," Monique explained. "I didn't recognize the number and thought it might be the airline. It was your mother, who begged me not to hang up. She said she wanted to apologize, so I let her talk. She felt bad for her behavior and pleaded with me not to leave. She promised she would be much better if I stayed.

"I really didn't know what to do. I didn't want to go, so I thought I should call my parents. I told your mom I would consider it and call her back shortly. Your dad thought I should give your mom the benefit of the doubt. He said he had never known her not to be sincere. And he said if it didn't work out, I could come home any time.

"So, I called her back, she drove all the way from home to the airport to pick me up, and she took me to a wonderful French restaurant. It was actually quite nice. We had a good talk. I slept in your bed--"

"I like the sound of that," Greg interrupted with a grin.

Monique smiled. "We decided we would get up early to drive here, as she did yesterday. She also said we were welcome to come back to her home, or we could stay here."

"Wow! That's amazing!"

"I'll do whatever you want."

Greg hugged her again. "I just want to be with you. It doesn't really matter where. But we did spend a lot of time under Paris skies, so I'd like to spend a little more time--" he pointed up "--under these Texas skies."

THE END