House Guest

by Ron Dawes

  House Guest

  By Ron Dawes

  rondawespublishing@gmail.com

  Text Copyright 2014 Ron Dawes

  All characters are fictional, and, where involved in adult situations, are over the age of 18.

  “Uncle Rick? This is Tommy Bowers. Michael Bower’s son?”

  It took Rick a moment to place the name. Michael Bower’s was Rick’s step-brother, and he remembered that he did have a couple of kids. Rick’s mother had married Michael’s father when Rick was a teen-ager, but Michael had lived with his mother, so they had only seen each other a handful of times, the last time being at the funeral for Michael’s father, some ten years ago. He’d probably met Tommy before, but couldn’t remember.

  “Oh, hello Tommy. Good to hear from you. What’s the occasion?”

  “I just graduated from college in South Carolina, and have an internship for the summer here in Dallas before starting on my master’s degree at SMU this fall. My dad told me that you lived in Dallas, and were family, and that I should look you up and say hello.”

  “Well, I’m glad you did. How is your dad?”

  “He’s doing great, and mom too.”

  “Why don’t you plan to come over tomorrow for the afternoon, so we can get to know you. It’s been a very long time.”

  “Sure, what time?”

  Anytime is good. Come over after lunch, and plan to stay for dinner. We’ll be here. Give me your phone number, and I’ll text you the address.”

  “Okay, how about I come over around 3:00?”

  “Perfect.”

  Suzi and Rick tried to remember Tommy, but their pooled recollections came up blank. They just couldn’t remember anything about him.”

  “Well, if he’s a young kid all alone in a new town, it’s nice that he’ll have some family nearby,” Suzi said. “I know if Ronnie were in the same position, I’d appreciate family reaching out and staying in touch.”

  “Yeah, that’s what I figured too,” Rick said.

  Rick couldn’t believe his eyes when he opened the door. Tommy was startlingly good looking. He was about 6’3” with wavy dark hair, perfect skin, a brilliant, white smile, very narrow waist and broad, strong shoulders. He offered a massive hand, and shook Rick’s hand firmly as he looked him in the eyes. He had a deep voice.

  At twenty three, he was everything a parent would want his son to be. As they talked, it became obvious he was a good listener and engaging conversationalist. He always looked adults in the eye, something that all twenty somethings don’t always do. He deferred to his elders, talking when asked, listening otherwise.

  They spent the next hour and a half talking about his family, his childhood, and his studies. Tommy politely asked about their family.

  “Ronnie is our oldest,” Suzi said. “He’s twenty seven, married to his high school sweetheart, and living in Chicago. They had a baby girl eighteen months ago, so we try to visit as often as we can. Our youngest, Jason, is twenty one, and he’s going to school at UT. He’s spending this summer off-shore on the oil rigs, trying to make some money. So it’s just us. How old are you, Tommy?

  “I’m twenty three.”

  “Hey Tommy, we have a couple of hours before dinner. You want to hit the pool for a while? It’ll feel good on such a warm day,” Rick said.

  “That sounds great, but I didn’t bring a suit.”

  “That’s okay, we’ll find one that fits you. Might be a bit short for you, but with the elastic waist it should work. I’ll just get one of Ronnie’s old suits out of his closet. You can change in the bathroom.”

  Rick found an old suit and gave it to Tommy, directing him to the bathroom to change. Meanwhile, Rick and Suzi went to put on their suits. Suzi picked out a relatively modest bikini, one that she would feel comfortable in around her own boys, and they went out their bedroom door to the back patio.

  Tommy was already in the pool, leaning his back against the pool edge, covered up to his neck. Suzi grabbed a visor to protect her face, and sat in her favorite chaise.

  “Do my back before you get in, please,” she asked Rick, handing him the sunscreen.

  After he finished, he wiped off his hands and jumped into the pool, while Suzi continued coating her front with sunscreen. The boys swam for a bit, enjoying the refreshingly cool water, while Suzi read her book. After about thirty minutes, Rick got out and sat in a chair under the umbrella, enjoying the beautiful day, and admiring his wife.

  Though she was almost fifty, she still had a gorgeous figure, and he enjoyed looking at her in her bikini from behind his dark sunglasses. As he mentally undressed her, he reveled in the fantasy of her breasts wrapped around his cock. It was one of his favorite fantasies, burying his manhood between her breasts, coating her with sticky cum.

  Just then he was startled back to reality. While taking a drink from her iced tea, Suzi suddenly started sputtering, coughing and spitting the tea out as she sat bolt upright, trying to regain her breath. Her face flushed a bright red.

  “Are you alright, Aunt Suzi?” Tommy asked, as he came to her side.

  Rick looked at Tommy, and suddenly he saw what had taken Suzi by surprise. The suit was a couple of sizes too small for Tommy, and she had seen him get out of the pool. Though his penis wasn’t erect, it was plastered to his inner thigh by the too-tight suit, and clearly outlined in the wet, tight swimsuit.

  His stomach was totally flat, his abs well defined. The suit was way too short, and his penis, which appeared to be about seven inches while flaccid, was almost as far down his leg as the suit. If the suit was an inch shorter, or his dick an inch longer, it would have shown below the trunks.

  Totally oblivious to the cause of Suzi’s embarrassment, he took the glass from her and patted her on the shoulder, standing so close to her that his crotch was only inches from her face. She continued to blush a bright red and averted her gaze.

  Covering her mouth and coughing, she managed to get out, “I’m okay. I just swallowed down the wrong pipe.”

  “You sure?” Tommy asked with concern.

  “Yes, I’m sure, thank you.”

  It was all Rick could do to keep from laughing out loud. It struck him as hilarious that his prim, proper wife was so embarrassed by the sight of this young boy’s cock through the wet suit. Adding to the humor of the situation was how blind the boy was to the effect his skimpy suit had on his wife.

  Early on in their marriage, Rick had learned that sex just wasn’t as important to Suzi as it was to him. She was happy to oblige him two or three times per week, but she would never initiate sex. She seemed to enjoy it, but it just wasn’t that important to her, and she was very modest about it. She rarely allowed him to take her while the boys were in the house, and he had learned to take his opportunities when he got them. He masturbated several times a week, so it was enough to satisfy him for the most part.

  They fought occasionally, usually about the same things. He wanted more sex, he wanted her to open up a bit more, and she wanted his attention when sex wasn’t the object. He wanted her to enjoy sex the way he did, but she never even wanted to talk about it. Still, they had had a pretty good marriage.

  Now that the boys were gone, it seemed things were a bit better. His needs were much less urgent at fifty than they had been at thirty. So while their frequency had reduced to once or twice per week, and he masturbated only once or twice per week, it was enough.

  But there was no denying she was quite modest, and he continued to have to restrain himself from laughing at the ridiculous situation. Tommy lay in the chaise next to Suzi to sun himself dry. As he stretched out, the outline of his dick was prominently silhouetted in the tight suit.

  Rick watched, amused, as his wife’s eyes flitted here and there, anywhere but at her nephew. As he s
poke to her, she would answer with her eyes looking into her book. Yet the boy never suspected how embarrassed she was, and spoke as if nothing were the matter.

  After a while, she said, “Well, I’m going to change for dinner. You guys want to dry off and get ready for dinner.”

  Rick said, “Let’s just eat outside tonight. It’s pleasant enough. We can just put on our t-shirts when it’s time to eat.”

  Suzi’s cheeks flushed a bit as she glared at Rick, but she said nothing. Poking her head out the door a bit later, she asked Rick to start the grill.

  “Sure thing, honey,” he said, chuckling to himself.

  Tommy got up and, putting on his t-shirt, he asked, “Anything I can do to help, Uncle?”

  “Nah, I got it. Just relax.”

  “This sure is nice of you, Uncle Rick. I appreciate the hospitality.”

  “We’ve enjoyed it. It’s a bit quiet around here, with our boys grown and gone. Say, do you play golf?”

  “I like to, but I’m not very good. And I can’t afford to play anywhere but the muni courses, and they’re always full.”

  “Well, if you don’t mind playing with an old geezer, I’d love to have the company. I’ll pay. You want to play tomorrow afternoon?”

  “Sure, I’ve got no plans. My parents made me promise to go to church on Sunday morning, but I’m free in the PM.”

  After dinner, Tommy insisted on helping Suzi clean up, wearing the skimpy swimsuit. Suzi tried desperately to avert her eyes, but it seemed that no matter what she did she was looking at the long, thick lump in his suit. She was very uncomfortable with the situation, but surprisingly, she was more aroused than she could remember being in a while.

  That evening, after Tommy left, Suzi said, “Well, that’s a very nice boy.”

  “Uh huh,” Rick said as he flipped through the channels on TV.

  “What did you think?” she pressed.

  “He was a very nice boy. I’m looking forward to spending time with him, now that our own boys are gone. I’ll invite him over to dinner again tomorrow after we golf, if that’s okay with you.”

  Rick could see that she was still struggling with the image of his tight shorts, but she couldn’t bring herself to say anything, and Rick was enjoying it too much to help her out. She suspected that he knew how uncomfortable those shorts had made her, but she wasn’t sure, and she didn’t want to discuss it.

  When the men got back from their golf game, they saw Suzi in the back yard, sunning and talking on her phone. Sunday afternoon was the time when she always called her sister, and they could talk for hours.

  “Say, let’s get our suits on and go cool off in the pool,” Rick suggested.

  “Okay,” Tommy said. “I didn’t remember to bring a suit though, so I’ll have to borrow the one from yesterday.

  “That’s no problem,” Rick said, inwardly chuckling.

  Rick waited for Tommy to come out of the bathroom and they went into the back yard together. Once again, the tight suit plastered Tommy’s penis against his inner thigh. It was slightly less obvious when it was dry.

  They walked up to Suzi just as she was saying goodbye to her sister. Hearing them, she turned just as they got to her. The first thing she saw was Tommy’s crotch, less than a foot from her face.

  “Hello, Aunt Suzi,” he said.

  “Hello, honey,” Rick said, leaning over to kiss her.

  Her face flushed a crimson red as she gazed at the boy’s long penis. It strained at the leg of his tight suit.

  “Did you have a nice day,” Rick said.

  She said nothing, and he could see her tremble slightly.

  “Come on,” Rick said to Tommy. “Let’s go cool off.”

  With a running start, he hurled himself into the pool, making a big splash, with Tommy close behind.

  “Come on in, honey,” Rick said.

  Now that Tommy’s crotch was out of sight, under water, she began to compose herself. She had been sitting in the sun for over an hour and a half without cooling off in the water, so she was very hot.

  “Okay,” she said. “But no splashing.”

  “We promise,” Rick said. “Right, Tommy?”

  “We promise.”

  Suzi grabbed her float and eased onto it, making sure not to splash her hair or face. She was lying on her back on the float, her feet and hands in the water to cool her down. Rick went over and grabbed the float, towing it out to the deeper end.

  The men stood in the water up to their chest, one on each side of Suzi’s float as they talked. They told her all about their golf game. The missed shots, the lost balls, and the occasional decent shot. She told them the latest from their boys, who she always called on Sundays. As they talked, Rick stared at her bikini clad body, imagining her naked. She couldn’t see him stare through the dark shades. Rick wondered if Tommy were enjoying the view as much through his dark glasses.

  “Nah,” he thought. “Not likely he’d be interested in someone as old as his mother.”

  This close, Tommy could see every drop of moisture glisten on her beautiful skin. The sunscreen, the water, her sweat. He stared at the cleavage showing above her top. It had been a long time since Tommy had been with a girl, and at twenty three, his hormones raged within his body. When he looked at her, he didn’t see his aunt; he didn’t see a woman more than twice his age. He saw, and smelled, a woman half naked with fabulous tits, and a nice ass.

  After fifteen minutes in the water, Suzi asked to be towed back to the steps, so she could get out without getting all wet. The men towed her over, then they got out and toweled off. Tommy laid on a chaise in the sun to dry off, using his towel as a pillow, while Rick took a chair in the shade. Suzi bent over to smooth her towel onto her chaise to lay on. As she leaned over, she gave the men a great view of her cleavage without knowing she was doing so.

  When she was ready to lie down, she glanced at Tommy, and Rick saw her jaw gape open. Following her gaze, he saw that Tommy’s penis was erect. Rather than lying down his leg against his thigh, it was now pointed straight up toward his face. The head strained against the waistband of his pants. It was all the way up to the very top of his shorts, threatening to poke out into view.

  Tommy lay with his eyes closed, blissfully enjoying the warm sun on his wet, cool skin as the couple stared at his hard cock without his knowledge. As he dried, the sun warmed the dark material of his suit, causing a pleasurable warmth in his groin. He was oblivious to the show he was providing.

  Finally, Suzi was able to tear herself away from his crotch. She trembled slightly, and felt a bit dizzy as she lay down on the chaise. Rick chuckled inwardly, seeing the effect this young buck was having on his modest, demure wife.

  Rick had feelings he had never had before. It was exciting to see his wife embarrassed by the young boy’s hard cock. He had always imagined himself to be the jealous type, though Suzi had certainly never given him reason. But now that he saw his wife staring hungrily at the boy’s crotch, he became excited. He couldn’t have explained why, but for some reason, the thought of his wife cravenly lusting after a hard cock made him horny.

  That night, after they had gotten ready for bed, Rick mounted her. He was as hard as he remembered being for a long time, and he pounded her furiously. It may have been his imagination, but it seemed she took him more eagerly than normal. He filled her cunt with a huge load of cum, and they lay together panting.

  “That was nice,” he said, as they cuddled together afterward.

  “Yeah,” she purred.

  “You seemed especially ready tonight. Any reason?”

  “No, nothing out of the normal.”

  “You sure?” Rick pressed.

  Now she was almost certain he was teasing her about Tommy’s trunks, and her heart quickened as she became angry. But she didn’t know for sure, so she said nothing.

  “Did my wittle miss Suzi get aroused around the young, hard buck?” Rick baby-talked, laughing.

  “You’re sick, you know tha
t,” Suzi said angrily, pulling away from him. “Why do you have to spoil it? How could you even think such a thing?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I guess because I have two eyes.”

  Suzi seethed, but she knew it was true.

  “How could I be such a pervert?” she thought to herself.

  She had never had feelings like that before. She made a note to take Tommy shopping the next weekend for a new suit.

  To be continued……

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  Thank you for reading my story. I look forward to hearing from you, and I hope you’ll take the time to leave a review.

  Ron Dawes

  rondawespublishing@gmail.com

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