Jason Pov:
Looking over when I heard Maxine sigh, "Maybe it is time for this family's traditions to change.
Lord, knows that I've tried; maybe you can do what I couldn't," Maxine said, letting that be her answer to our agreement. I wondered how often she's tried to stop whatever plan Dell, given how he was the head of the family, had set into motion. Also pondering if she tried to stop what had transpired on that eventful night.
I was taken by surprise when Maranda quickly stepped forward and shoved her hand into my open zipper. She had no trouble finding my cock; it was almost as if she's been dreaming of this moment. As I watched the burning desire in her eyes when her fingers wrapped around my growing member before freeing it from its confines.
"Just like I thought it would feel like." It seemed to me that she was drooling in her mind when she spoke those words. "So much bigger than Baran," Maranda purred, "this is going to feel so good inside of me, and you know that's true," she smirked while her hand continued to stroke me to full mast. Her cheek brushed against mine, her breath hot in my ear as she whispered. "I want it in my mouth. I promise I'll be quick." What could I say to that? After all, Monica has ten years of sleeping around on me that I need to catch up on. Would this hurt her if she found out? Probably. Did I care... maybe a little. Still, she had to have guessed that this might happen. I knew it might have; nothing in this life is free. So if I had to let Maranda suck me off for the price of her help, who was I to say no?
"Knock yourself out," I said, with a shrug.
"Don't mind if I do," Maranda purred, her left hand ran down my chest as she squatted down before me. I noted the shocked look in Maxine's eyes when Maranda wasted no time in taking me into her hot mouth. I got to admit Maranda does know how to suck a cock.
"Jason! You can't just let..."
"Why not?"
"Because it isn't right?!" The look I gave her must have taken the wind out of her sails since she couldn't say what they did was right either. Nevertheless, what I was going to say next went out the window when Maranda put all her skills to use to get me off as quickly as she could. I noted the sultry look in those grey eyes of hers when she peered up at me when I uttered an 'Oh fuck!'. That only made her work harder to bring forth the eruption she has been after for, however long that's been. Then it happen; I felt my cum flooding Maranda's mouth. She didn't drink it down like I thought she would've. No. She didn't do anything like that at all. I was totally not expecting Maranda to rise from her spot and go over to Maxine and kiss her madly while swapping my semen between the two of them. "God, he tastes so good." I heard Maxine utter low while in her little trance as I zipped back up.
"His cock tastes even better; you should have tried it," Maranda said, with this slight grin on her lips as she made sure she hadn't left any of my cum marring her face or her mother-in-law's. It wouldn't do if Dell or Baran caught wind of what I had brewing. No, that wouldn't do at all. "Well then, now that's all settled, how about we go celebrate Stacy's wonderful news," Maranda said happily. I didn't know where that came from. Was she truly joyous about the news of the twins? Or the fact that she's got to have me in her mouth, or both? I rightly didn't know, nor was I going to ask. I noted how she dropped something on the floor as she left right behind Maxine while she peered over her shoulder at me.
I looked oddly at the little folded piece of paper that laid on the floor. Arching an eyebrow once I unfolded it after picking it up. Wondering when she had written this. My eyes ran over her handwriting three times to ensure I wasn't misinterpreting the words. Then again, how could I when she blatantly asked me to meet her at a motel across town Monday during lunch. Looking down my body, it would seem my cock liked the thought. Monica might have asked me not to bring her to my house, she didn't say anything about a motel. Even if Monica found out, she really didn't have a leg to stand on, given the years she lied to me. As the saying goes, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Opening up my phone, wondering how close it was from my own office. A sinful smile appeared on my lips when it told me it was only a fifteen-minute drive from it. I was going to ensure I sent her back to Baran so well fucked she'd be dying to humiliate her husband.
I noticed how Monica was hanging near the foot of the stairs as I descended to the first floor. Seeing how those eyes of her slyly glanced up at me while she was speaking with one of her second cousins. I wondered just how many, there were a lot, that knew about this little secret of theirs. Then my attention was directed to the rear double doors that led to the patio that had been around long before I came into Monica's life. I could see the questioning look in her eyes, wondering if I did what she thought I might have done. I wasn't going to tell her that; I'd let her stew on it. At least she wasn't in ignorant bliss like I was before that night.