Wanting to surprise mom perhaps, and then being surprised. Walking quietly up the stairs to their bedroom, expecting to find mom in bed perhaps, sleeping. Only she wasn’t. She was in the bathroom, the door open, though the sound of the tub running masked any sound he might have made. I watched as though looking over his shoulder as he stepped just inside the door of the bathroom, seeing mom, and then backing out quickly.
It was even odd for me, seeing this. Seeing it through dad’s eyes, just as he did. As he remembered it, obviously now treasured it. Mom…laying in the tub, the faucet full on, though the drain was open. The cascade of water pummeling her pussy, using it to masturbate herself with. Laying there, playing with her breasts (damn…mom really does have nice looking breasts) I realized, seeing them in a unique way perhaps. But I was. Dad…now coming back, the small video camera they owned in hand. He…now filming her, unbeknownst to her obviously.
But even more interesting to me, though this was still a little weird, was seeing dad, now naked…standing there, stroking himself, using a pair of mom’s panties while doing so. And mom…totally unaware that he was filming her, as she in turn, got herself off, laying there beneath the faucet in the bathtub.
The video then…dad sitting there, watching this, getting aroused, watching mom, using her panties. All still secret, things she didn’t know, things he hadn’t shared, hadn’t dared express to her.
“It’s time dad,” I said simply. Put in the video, watch it…when she comes down. Let her see you doing it, let her know what you like, what you enjoy. Share it with her, don’t be afraid dad…express yourself. It’s ok, it’s good…mom will be surprised yes, but pleased too. Trust me. Trust me dad, it’ll be the best damn thing that’s ever happened to the two of you.“
I let go then, after telling him he’d remember this, the urge and desire, once he heard me leaving. Knowing where mom was, what she was doing.
I had one more little suggestion to make however, and hurriedly ran back up the stairs before mom entered her bathroom. Her door was closed, though I knocked, just catching her in time as she invited me in, just having put on her robe.
“Just getting ready to leave mom, wanted to say goodnight, tell you to have a good time tonight with dad.” I fired up the flame, spoke to her briefly, in what would no doubt feel like barely a moment. Hunting…suggesting, even preparing her for what she’d see, and not to be shocked by it…but flattered instead. “Trust me mom, you’ll like it. I promise you. Have a good time with dad!”
And with that, I soon left. I had no doubt in my mind the two of them would have one of the best evenings they’d ever had together in a very, very long time.
**
The problem was, I now had a couple of hours to kill before meeting Grace. I had called her, asking if she could meet later, after showing the house. She liked the idea, but with Mila home for the evening, she had asked if I’d feel like coming over, to where she was…after she had closed up for the day. I said I would, liking the idea. Something about being in someone else’s house, though with their permission in a sense. Though I was also looking forward to doing the same things with Grace, I had done with Mila. It was imperative now, that I place the same safeguards with her, that I’d done with her daughter.
I drove over close to the area where she was at, located a nice quiet out of the way little outdoor café, and decided to sit there for a bit, waiting for her call. As I sat enjoying my coffee, I reflected on what I had done and suggested to mom and dad. Fairly confident and assured, they would indeed be in for a nice surprise this evening. That perhaps, a few doors had been opened that had been closed for way too fucking long! As I sat thinking about that, I wondered…what else might I do in helping to pass the time? What more could I learn?
I needed to confirm what I had learned, that went without saying. Confirmation of anything I had done or accomplished was important in seeing if I could do it the same way with anyone. I finished my coffee, it was time for another. One of the girls behind the counter was damn cute, I wondered if she’d be easy enough to tap into, learn anything. Which might be a bit tricky, especially in this kind of an environment. But maybe…if I was quick, I might at least learn something useful about her.
I planned everything ahead, knew what I was going to say, and how to say it. We were only talking moments here, it was about all I would have, without raising suspicions by anyone else standing nearby when I did this. Even then I waited until it was far less busy, no one else waiting for coffees to be made when I walked back in. Her name was Jules, embroidered over her breast as I glanced at it, needing the familiarity.
I looked her in the eye, made the spark, even then being in two places at once, placing a second order for coffee with her, all the while accessing her thoughts, simultaneously, instantaneously as she stood there looking at me, briefly, momentarily a statue. I let go. I had found what I was looking for, pleased with myself.
“That’ll be five, thirty-five,” Jules said, ringing me up. No more than perhaps five, six seconds had passed. Not enough to take notice of anything, or the somewhat blank stare on her face, which she’d held for that time. After serving me my second coffee, I watched her go into the back, no doubt telling someone she needed a five minute break or so…and then walking out, fixing her hair, straightening herself, and walking straight over to another table where this guy was sitting. He looked surprised as she asked him if she could sit for a moment.
Damn surprised, but very pleased too. I smiled, took my coffee and walked back outside again to sit at my table. Feeling a bit like Johnny Appleseed for some reason.
In that split second of time, I had picked up on her emotions, the thoughts she was having. “The cute guy at that table over there.” It wasn’t much. But enough to go on, have some fun with. I had told her simply, “Go on…go over introduce yourself, let him know you’re interested in him. You’ll hate yourself if you don’t.” It was an easy one. Simple as that. And she had. This was fun, but I now needed another challenge, time to spread a few more seeds perhaps, make someone else’s day. I wondered.
I took my time, looking around. Watching people on the street, coming and going. A ways off, I could see a couple walking down the sidewalk together. Obviously lovers, dating…or perhaps married, though newly so. They were holding hands, affectionately conversing, laughing, and taking their time.
“This could be interesting,” I thought, wondering if I could pull this one off. It would take some doing, and I’d have to be quick about it, as well as not make it too obvious to anyone else. Timing would be everything.
They were across the street, slightly up and away from me as they approached, stopping occasionally to window shop as they did, just strolling along. I looked at the stores they had yet to pass by. One of them is a pet shop. I’d been there before. I knew they’d no doubt have new puppies in a pen for everyone to see.
I had to rely on her stopping to look, even if he didn’t care to. I’d have to time this, pretending to stop to take a look myself, garnering their attention…simultaneously! If…I even could. Something new here to try. I finished my coffee, stood, and then strolled across the street well ahead of them.
I looked in windows opposite from them, gauging their pace as we converged on one another, drawing closer to the pet store, arriving at the exact same time. Sure enough, she stopped pulling him over, the two of them now looking as I did. Luckily, there were indeed several new puppies, playing roughhousing together.
“Cute aren’t they?” I said as the couple luckily both turned towards me at the sound of my voice. I flicked my Bic, saw the spark showing in BOTH of their eyes, and smiled…holding them briefly together like that. “So…do the two of you enjoy adventure? Excitement? Especially if it feels a little dangerous?” As I’d hoped, especially with this couple, I got the immediate sense that they did…or had on occasion anyway. No blocks here to worry about, hopefully.
“There’s a little alley, right next to this building. It would be a good place to have some fun in, be a little naughty together,” I said, implanting the thought, the suggestion, using images instead of words this time in doing so. I let go, turned, walking off as though only just having spoken, stopping a moment later, peering into the window of another store, just in time to see the two of them suddenly turn, heading down the alley.
I grinned, slowly walking back, standing at the side of the building, briefly, carefully looking down the alley. Sure enough, by now, the young woman was actually kneeling there before him, his hard cock getting sucked as he leaned against the building watching her do that. I smiled, whistling a tune as I headed off towards my car, and hopefully the phone call I’d soon be receiving.
**