Lisa was smothering me in kisses and squeezing my neck so tight I felt my face was turning blue.
"I told them that you'd have found someone else by now but they insisted I brought them to see you," said Jenny.
"I'm so glad to see you, I missed you guys so much," I said throwing my hands around Jenny and kissing her. Tears welled up in her eyes. I hugged her. "Where's your stuff?" I asked. "It's outside, I didn't know if you would let us back in," she replied.
I brought their suitcases in from outside, got them all comfortable and made them all a drink. The kids played together. I sat next to Jenny and cuddled her.
"I'm so happy you're back," I told her. "It's against my better judgment but Lisa cried every day," she told me. "I'm sorry I betrayed your trust. I regret that and apologise unreservedly," I told her. "Thanks for that. I'm as guilty as you. The problem is how do we stop doing it?" she asked. "Two things: first, I'm not so sure we did anything wrong, outside of me betraying your trust. The children are happy and loved, that said, they're your children and I will respect your views. The second thing is I may have the answer." I then went on to tell her about my new job and my recent weekend's work.
"What do you think?" I asked. "I don't know what to say! I know I'm in no position to bargain after returning unconditionally and I don't want you to feel I'm getting clingy, but I would worry that you would meet someone else you liked more than us," she replied. "First; I think I am likely to meet losers and perverts who are prepared to sell their children to a stranger, that's not the kind of person I find attractive. Second, I like exploring sex with little girls and if I do it outside this house, I will be better able to keep my hands off Lisa and third: I thought you could come with me. I'd arrange the poses and you could take the photos. And, there may be occasions where you could join in and I'd split the money with you," I explained. She hugged me kissing my cheek. "I'm so glad we came back! I'll come with you and see how it goes, but we'd need to sort out a baby sitter," she said her head working through the possibilities.
I took us all out for a nice meal and a few drinks. We came back put the kids in bed and fucked like rabbits for about an hour.
I was woken during the night by a little body sliding in bed alongside me. It was Lisa. "What are you doing?" I whispered. "I woke up and didn't know where I was! Can I sleep in your bed?" she asked. I pulled her across me and snuggled her in between me and mom. I was naked after my session with her mom. I turned my back to her, that being the safest position short of sleeping with Tommy. She put her arm around my waist and pulled herself into my back. My dick started to rise knowing her hand was inches away.
Thankfully, I drifted off to sleep, but not for long before I felt Tommy climbing in with us. Too tired to speak, I lifted him into the middle of the bed. Lisa was still clung to me like a limpet so Tommy went between her and mom.
I stroked Lisa's arm desperately fighting off the urge to push her hand down onto my dick.
Next time I woke to the feeling of someone stroking my morning glory. I blinked my eyes trying to focus and gather my thoughts. It was daylight. I reached down to the hand stroking my turgid member. It was too small to be Jenny; it was Lisa. Oh fuck the abstinence! It didn't last long. I turned to face her lifting her hand from my knob and kissing it. I didn't want to scold or frighten her. I just wanted to keep my promise to her mom.
Facing her smiling little cherub face, I smiled back before kissing her lips. "Love you," I mouthed. She pulled herself to me and hugged me trapping my rock hard dick between her silky soft legs. I eased her back, but only the top half of her body moved my dick was still trapped and I felt like I could feel the heat from her crotch on my knob end. Mom and Tommy were still asleep. She parted her lips and closed her eyes and moved towards my lips for a 'boyfriend' kiss. In the milliseconds between our clash of lips I'd convinced myself that kissing was not on my list of things I'd promised not to do. Our lips met our tongue tips slid along each other and along each other's lips before dancing with each other. So sweet, so lovely. A loving kiss given by a little girl out of true love is so sweet. As we kissed, I argued with myself which I enjoyed more: her loving passionate lips kissing my lips or kissing my dick. I couldn't separate the two, they were both so good but too different to say one was better than the other. As I was kissing her lips, I had the urge to put my dick in her mouth and when I had my dick between in her mouth I had the urge to kiss her. Maybe that's why God put the vagina where it is, so that we can fuck and kiss at the same time.
Without thinking, my hand slipped down her back into her panties and onto her spongy soft little girl bum cheeks. My head was swimming. I was lost in a dream world. Birds were singing, flowers bloomed, it was heaven. It was a heaven! I had to leave before someone else pulled me out and threw me into hell. I concluded that the only way to control the hormonal freight train driving my dick brain was to unload the contents of my nut sack. "I need to give mommy some of my loving now, is that OK sweetie?" I said asking my lover's permission to give someone else my attention.
Pulling Lisa and Tommy to the other side of me I snuggled in alongside mom. As I slid a finger into her wet snatch I felt Lisa behind me, she'd climbed over Tommy and was snuggling into my back. Jenny's eyes flickered open, her brain recalling the events of last evening and where she was. Reaching down for my knob she smiled. Lisa's arm was around my waist as she snuggled into my back. Moving her arm she alerted her mom to her presence. Jenny raised her head from the bed and saw the two tykes tucked in besides us. She looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. She smiled and kissed me.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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