“Okay,” she whispered back.
I could hear her trying to control her voice as the sexual tension mounted. She was getting off on my washing. So was I. Cold water or not, I was getting an erection. Her hand reached over and grabbed my cock. We stared at each other, into each others eyes. I kept massaging, and she began moving her hand up and down my shaft. Then her grasp tightened. Her whole body tensed. Her clitoris disappeared, and I knew she was having an orgasm. I stopped direct contact, but kept washing lightly up and down her crotch, massaging her labia, the way her mother liked. Ling’s eyes rolled shut and I felt more contractions tickle my palm. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I thought. Just to test something else, I reached my other hand around, over her butt, down between her cheeks, and rubbed her asshole. Her mouth dropped open and her body teetered. My finger found her anus and I popped it in. Her body shook. She reached out, grabbed my arm for support, which jerked my hand between her crotch. She cried out with the intensity of it all.
I turned. Hua was at the bathroom door. Embarrassed, I was going to joke with her by asking, ‘Okay?’ but Hua beat me to it.
“Okay?” she said.
But she wasn’t asking me.
“Okay,” Ling whispered, still obviously floating in her intense orgasm.
“Okay?” Hua asked, this time directed at me.
“Okay,” I said, nodding a couple times with a smile of relief.
“Okay,” Hua said, and disappeared.
I was starting to feel really comfortable with this family.
Ling was coming around, standing straighter, taking a deep breath. I met her eyes, sinking deep. I was going to kiss her when the water grew cooler. We both knew we had only a few seconds before it would be icy. Ling shut off the shower. I handed her a towel. She smiled, turned me around and started drying my back. I tried to turn, to protest that I was being treated too much like a king, but she pushed me back. Hua was at the door again, eating an Asian pear.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Okay,” I said.
Ling rubbed vigorously, then began to pound.
“I teach,” Hua said, pointing from Ling to me.
Hua took over pounding, much harder, then let Ling pound, harder now, too. The light bulb went on for me. Hua was teaching Ling how to treat a husband! In the absence of a father, Hua wanted to use me as an example of how to treat her man.
“Okay,” I said, to no one in particular.
Ling was going to let me dry her off, but Hua came in and hurried her along. Hua handed me a light robe to wear. Ling gave her mom a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Hua pushed Ling towards me. Ling hesitated, then gave me a nice wet kiss on the lips, giggled, and ran into the bedroom, our bedroom. She crawled into bed, our bed. I looked at Hua.
“Okay?” she asked.
I swallowed.
“Okay,” I said.
I once lived with a woman who thought it was important for her children to see us making love. “Sharing the love,” she called it. But I never got used to having the kids crawl up on to my back to ride me while I was pumping into her. And when her daughter lay on her back beside Mommy one Saturday morning, naked, opened her legs wide, looked at me, and said, ‘just like Mommy’, I drew the line.