Passing Grade — Living with Honey and Anne, Episode 2
“Wait a minute. What did Honey tell you?” I could almost feel the blood drain from my cock…
The evening finally ran its course. Having brushed my teeth, washed my face, and pulled on my comfy flannel pajama pants, I was ready to settle into our evening ritual. Since our wedding night, Anne, the widow of a deceased Army Ranger Captain, and I have made it our habit to snuggle in bed and talk through the events of our respective days before reading or playing ourselves to sleep. Anne is finishing her daily debrief with her 18-year-old daughter, Honey, who is a senior at a private all-girls high school. While I waited, I picked up the paper and turned to the crosswords.
“Whew,” exhaled Anne as she whisked in and closed our bedroom door. “Let me out of these clothes so I can hear about your day.” She disappeared into the master bath. I heard her happily humming over the running water. After about 5 minutes, I heard the water turn off and she emerged from the bath with a “Ta-da!” She was wearing the barely-there white nighty I gave her for our wedding night. She is radiant as her garnet-colored hair reflected the soon to be extinguished overhead light. As she crossed the room to the switch, I can’t help studying her. Her firm muscles each flex as she swiftly crossed and flicked off the switch, leaving just the light shining outward from our nightstands. It made her almost ghost-like, but I could still see her amazing shape reflect through the sheer white fabric.
Still just-under 40, Anne’s body puts many coeds to shame. Sure she has some nice curvy cushion, but her muscles are all well-defined and her breasts defy gravity. If I didn’t know her first for her personality, I probably would have been too intimidated by her looks to have ever spoken to her. Thank goodness for good screeners at the dating site. She whipped back the top sheet and hopped into bed and in a flash she pushed aside the paper and pen and had her arm across my chest and her head on my left shoulder.
“Honey told me to tell you ‘Thanks for the homework help, tonight.’ I don’t know whether to be proud or disappointed that she needs help in Sex Ed,” Anne said. She lifted her head. As our eyes met, I noticed a sparkle in her eyes. “I mean, I’ve tried so hard to prepare her for all of the pressures of so many simultaneous life changes, and we have her in that all-girls school,” she paused, “and here after just a few months, she’s comfortable asking you for help on topics few girls would take to their moms, let alone their fathers.”
“I’m just happy I can do the part of being Dad for her,” I said wondering what Honey told her since all I really did was help craft the pompom ransom note for the school web site.
“You are. You passed the test.” With that, her hand submarined under the sheet past the waistband of my pajama pants and found my testicles. Squeezing my balls, she said, “You definitely passed with flying colors.”
“Wait a minute. What did Honey tell you?” I could almost feel the blood drain from my cock removing any arousal potential. As she was now kneading the balls within my scrotum, my mind was fighting back the memory of us on the sofa in the afternoon. “What test? What’s going on here?”
“Shhhhhh. It’s okay. I’ll tell you,” she whispered, “everything is okay. Let me explain.”
“After Robert died, I made up my mind that Honey and I would work like crazy to close ranks and build a strong friendship. We went on mother-daughter dates to the mall where we’d boy watch while getting mani-pedis. We went out to movies and watched movies at home. All kinds.” She looked up. “Even porno flicks,” she continued with a coy smile. And with that, my cock resumed its normal operation and began to rise to her teasing.
“We talked about what we like in men: sense of humor, personality, hobbies, careers, and even what makes a man seem sexy to us — height ranges, weight ranges, hair and eye color. When we watched the porno flicks we talked about what we thought of big dicks, long and/or fat, and the pain that goes along with them. Did we like big, ‘hangy’ ball sacs? Body hair?Pubic hair? We talked about anything…everything.”
“We talked about what a woman needs and how to meet those needs in the safest ways. We talked about various masturbation techniques; manual stimulation versus toys and toys versus toys using batteries. We even made some trips to the sex shop to see what we might like.”
“We probably did this sister stuff for a couple of months before I first posted my profile on SingleMingle.com. Honey helped me with my profile and we looked at lots of guys’ and girls’ profiles to make sure we had it set to attract the right kind of guys. I made up my mind right from the start that I wasn’t going to hide the fact that I am a widow with a teenage daughter. I didn’t want to waste emotional energy getting close to a guy then having to figure out how to tell him that he’s also getting a daughter without losing him and having to start over again.”
“Since I was putting myself and Honey out there we decided we needed a defense against losers or predators. We came up with a 3-step protection plan.
“Step 1: compare all the alerts from the dating site with thorough searches on Google and all the social media sites to make sure our dates have good education, job and reputation.
“Step 2: make sure all our dates show up looking sharp and take their time getting physical while still generating sexual interest for me and platonic interest in Honey. And finally, Step 3: see how he responds to temptation.
“We even set up some code words to text each other for various situations. I knew before I got home today that we would be having an interesting conversation tonight,” she smiled up at me again then she pursed her lips and blew lightly on my nearest nipple, causing me to twitch.
“Sooooo all through dinner… While we were making small talk,” I said hesitating.
“Um-hmm. I knew we’d be dealing with a Step 3 situation,” she said as she leaned in and gave that now-hardened nipple a little bite. “Did I mention there are two parts to the test? He he. The first part is what you did in the situation. The second part is how you behave afterward.”
“Wow. Am I a husband and father or a guinea pig?”
With that comment, Anne sat up, grabbed my face in both hands, kissed me hard on the lips and said, “Why can’t you be both?” Then she flung back the bedding, pulled down my PJs and sucked my cock fully into her mouth. She sucked it so far I could feel her nose touching my lower belly at the edge of my pubic hair. She reached her arms up my chest and raked her nails lightly down as she tightened her lips and pulled her head up. When she got to the tip, she made a smacking sound then gave me a playful kiss.
While she was kissing my cock, she wrapped both hands around it, her fingers interlaced at the top. Her thumbs were together pointing up on what I think of as the bottom and she was squeezing hard. She gave a wet lick and pushed her thumbs up across the corona and I shivered.
She pulled her thumbs back, licked again and pushed them up again with firm pressure, all the while keeping her hands clamped like a vice around the base of my cock. The pressure of her thumbs by my frenulum was sending crazy messages to my brain. I let my head fall back on the pillow and just surrendered to her will. It seemed like an eternity, but I guess she only repeated this seven or maybe ten times.
My cock was rock hard and throbbing rhythmically when she stilled her hands. She kept the pressure steady but closed her mouth over the head adding more pressure with her lips and she pushed her tongue against the opening to make sure I didn’t cum too soon.
When Anne was confident she had gained more time, she sat up and said, “Sweetheart, today you have proved you are the man we thought you were.” She lifted off her nighty and straddled my thighs as she continued, “You are a gentle, caring man full of wisdom and sexual energy. You proved that you love me and Honey and that we can both trust you.”
Anne scooted up and let her wet labia kiss the bottom of my still hard shaft. She began rocking her hips lubricating its length with her moisture. “Look at me Dear, you are exactly the man we wanted as my husband and Honey’s father.”
Our eyes were locked on each other as she increased the speed of her motion. She was leaning in on me and engaging her clit as she moved. When that sweet nub hit the ridge at the head of my cock, I could feel its hardness. We were both shaking and sweating and devouring each other with our eyes when she clamped her legs together and my cock began to release its flow in successive spasms all over my belly.
“Yes, yes, yes!” was all I heard before Anne collapsed beside me. “The three of us are truly a family. We can be open with each other and trust each other,” she said as she drew patterns with the semen on my belly.
“I told you when I met you, ‘I wanted to be a father.’ In all my dating years, I never found the woman who would satisfy me sexually and yet be willing to have kids. With you and Honey, I get both and I couldn’t be happier.” As I said that, Anne scooped some of my semen and brought it up to her lips she licked it. Then she kissed me sharing the salty juice with me. We share so much.
We were spent and content. We slid down under the covers still holding our embrace. All I could think was, what a day this was and God, how I love this woman.
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