“Please, baby, fuck me,” she heard Elizabeth plead.
“Later. Suck it first.”
Meredith continued, now with two fingers inside as she imagined sucking Mike’s cock.
“Goddamn, that feels good,” Mike groaned, “yeah, lick my balls…fuck,” he hissed.
Drunk with desire, Meredith leaned on her shoulder against the door jam to free up her other hand, allowing her to rub her clit while the fingers from her other hand were still buried deep inside.
“Turn around,” Mike ordered, his voice both firm and loving.
“Fuck!” Elizabeth gasped.
Meredith’s fingers moved in rhythm with the couple, her daughter’s moans growing in intensity with each penetrating thrust. As the tone of Elizabeth’s voice changed, signaling she was on the verge of coming, Meredith felt a flush of warmth surge throughout her body as she was close to reaching her own orgasm.
“Deeper baby, deeper,” Elizabeth urged, “take it…it’s yours!”
The bed creaked loudly as Mike thrust hard and deep into Elizabeth, her squeals of pleasure taking Meredith over the edge. She ripped her panties to the ground and fingered herself until her legs quaked from the force of her orgasm. It took all of her will not to scream out as she leaned heavily against the wall and rode the wave of pleasure that rocked her trembling body. As her orgasm slowly receded, Meredith heard Mike groan uncontrollably, his voice hoarse. It was almost enough to make her want to come again, but she thought better of it and went back to her bedroom, falling to her bed exhausted.
The next morning, Mike was the first to wake up, the cool breeze from the open window giving him a chill. His senses next became aware of the familiar scent of jasmine from Beth’s shampoo, and he looked down to see her lying next to him, still naked save for her panties. He flirted with the idea of waking her but she was sleeping so peacefully, her breaths deep and steady, that he decided to let her be. Throwing on his pajama bottoms, he opened the door and immediately caught sight of a pair of white, cotton panties lying near the entrance. He looked around, and seeing no one around, picked them up and brought them to his nose as he took in the faint scent of arousal that he knew belonged to Beth’s mother. Deciding to have a little fun, he walked as quietly as he could upstairs and dropped them at the foot of Meredith’s bedroom door, then went down to make a pot of coffee.
When Meredith awoke, the first thing she noticed, besides the smell of coffee brewing, was that she was missing her panties. Not finding them in her bed or anywhere on the bedroom floor, she began to panic as her memory of the night before crystalized in her mind. When she found them outside her door, knowing full well she hadn’t left them there, she felt of mixture of horror, anxiety, and arousal. If her panties were left by her bedroom door, it meant only one thing, and that was both scary and promising.
Later that morning, Meredith, Beth, and Mike were out by the pool. As always, Beth was swimming laps – she couldn’t help herself; she had always been like a fish. Mike was lying in the lounge chair next to Meredith.