Unspoken Pleasure

I shrugged, saying, "Dunno, but I'm sure it has to do with sex."

Dad shook his head and said, "You know, when I had you, I thought to myself, 'I can't wait for the day that I can broker the deal for my son's virginity." He laughed, smiling to himself. "You are a virgin, right? If you're sleeping with Jenna despite the warnings, what's the point?"

"Jenna and I are virgins," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "If I were going to cheat, I'd have to love that woman even more than I love Jenna."

Dad blew out his lips and mumbled, "Teen bullshit."

Mom stared at me, straight-lipped but not flat-faced. Her cheeks held a little color while amusement rippled beneath her expression, coming to life in her green eyes as a twinkle of light.

"Sure," Mom said, her tone disguising whatever it was she was thinking. "Six. Let him know we'll be there."

I nodded and went upstairs, texting Jenna to expect us at six.

*****

The front door to Jenna's house opened as I led the way up the stairs to her home. My girlfriend appeared at the threshold with a smile on her face. She had dressed in a black shirt and short white shorts, her long legs and thick thighs as golden as my mother's. I smiled, stepped to her, and hugged her before she could speak.

"It feels like forever," I whispered to her.

"I know," she whispered, then stepped back to say, "Hello Mrs. and Mr. Hornsby. My parents are relaxing in the living room."

We entered the house and followed Jenna to her parents, where after our hellos, Charles said, "Mark, I know you're an adult, but I'd like to talk to your parents in private for a few minutes." "Sure," I said, smiling.

His eyes focused on my smile, and I could read the thoughts swimming behind them. I can't believe this shit is happening, they thought, along with some mumbled curses for his daughter and me. "Let's go to my room," Jenna said, smiling and grabbing my hand. Her eyes were bright and behind them tumbled thoughts that were nothing like her father's.

"You two can wait out front," Mr. Mason said. "This shouldn't take long."

I nodded.

Jenna rolled her eyes, and we stepped outside onto her porch. I took a seat on the wooden bench overlooking the waist-high, wooden fence. Jenna climbed into my lap, throwing her left arm around my shoulder and palming my left cheek with her right hand. I slipped my arms around her waist, interlocking my fingers along her right side. After a quick smile, she lowered her lips to mine, giving me a kiss that ended with our tongues sliding away from each other.

"Do you know what he's going to say?" I asked after I licked the traces of her saliva from my lips.

"No." Jenna shook her head. "He didn't write a speech, but it's going to be about getting you between my legs."

I laughed. "You know, you may talk dirty, but you look so cute when you do."

"I know," Jenna said, rolling her eyes again. "I love it, and I hate it. I'm too cute to pull off that slutty vibe."

I smiled, thinking, Good. No wonder why Dad puts Mom on a pedestal. It's... nice.

"What are you thinking?" Jenna asked.

"That this is nice." I hugged her closer to me. "I'm holding you again. We're going to have sex." I cheated on you. "I've missed this."

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"Me too, and it's only been a week."

Our lips met again, and they didn't part until the front door opened, and Jenna's mom stepped onto the porch. She coughed since Jenna wouldn't pull away from me and said, "You're going to have a lot of time for that later tonight, so knock it off. We'd like to talk to you now."

Jenna pulled away, her eyes only for me, then she took a deep breath and stood, keeping her left hand connected to my right as she did. "Okay, Mom, we'll be right in."

Her Mom didn't close the door when she disappeared back inside. I stood and slid my hands around Jenna's back, then moved them down to her ass, my left stopping on the thick crescent of her teenage ass, but my right hand kept going, finding the center groove between her cheeks, moving lower to the cleft between her legs, and taking hold of her pussy from behind.

"Ooh," Jenna said, her eyes and smile widening. "Daddy."

"I guess this pussy belongs to me now," I said, though my voice didn't match the gritty, dominant tone I used with my mother.

"Oh, it's always belonged to you, Daddy," Jenna whispered, her tone as amused as mine had been.

I pressed my lips to Jenna's one more time before leading her inside....

"Rules," Mr. Mason said as he stood in front of his TV. "These are the rules that you two must follow if you want to have a sexual relationship with our blessing."

"With your blessing," Mom said. "I've never had a problem with our children's relationship."

Mr. Mason nodded his head, but I could tell he wanted to shake it.

Dad breathed in and out.

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In and out.

In....

... and out.

Mrs. Mason smiled at Jenna and me, slipping us a not so silent wink of reassurance as Mr. Mason readied himself to repeat his rules for banging his teenage daughter.

I hadn't been there for the conversation that Mr. Mason had had with my parents when he had threatened to keep his daughter from seeing me. And it was Mr. Mason because Jenna's mom loved me. When my parents had come home from the Mason house after Mr. Mason had laid down the law, I could tell there had been harsh words exchanged between him and my parents. I never asked what those words were, but by my mother's tone and my father's sharp jokes, I knew that Mr. Mason had probably been just as pissed off as they had been.

"The rules are simple," Mr. Mason said, his voice as tight as his body and his eyes sliding toward my mother, "that way, there will be no misunderstandings. I've even texted the rules to your parents, Mark, with my authorization allowing you to have a sexual relationship with my daughter. I'll be leaving a voice mail on your phone later, so please don't answer my next call." Once again, his eyes slid toward my mother. Their movements were twitchy, as if he were trying not to look at her. "There will be no doubt in anyone's mind that I haven't consented to your adult relationship with my daughter."

Fuck me, but I wanted to shout, "We are adults!"

"Thank you, Daddy," Jenna said, pulling away from me and letting go of my hand when our arms couldn't stretch any further. She hugged her father, bounced against him, her big tits moving up and down like a paintbrush against his chest. "Easy, Jenna," Mrs. Mason said. "Your father isn't giving you a pony."

"Mark may not be a pony," Dad said with his casual indifference to good ol' fashion decency, "but he's still something she can ride."

For a moment, everyone remained quiet, then Mrs. Mason and Mom laughed at the same time. The pitch of their humor matched each other's as if uttered by one person. I laughed. Jenna's cheeks turned red, and Dad chuckled to himself. Mr. Mason breathed in and out. In and out. In... and out. But when he spoke again, the tightness had left his voice, and his body visibly relaxed, becoming smaller as his muscles lost their tension.

"You and Jenna may sleep with each other on the weekends and only on the weekends," he said. "Starting at 6 p. m. on Friday and ending at the same time on Sunday. You can only sleep with each other at each other's homes. Those are the only two places: cars, hotels, the homes of your friends, or anywhere else, is off-limits. You will always use condoms. Your grades will remain at 'A' levels. There will be no pictures of Jenna on anyone's phone or digital devices, or anywhere else. Period. One slip, and it's over for you two. And you will always use condoms."