A Pair of Discombobulated Watchers

Peyton folded her arms and shook her head grumpily. Staring at the torrid scene playing out a few feet from her, the blonde felt tired in multiple ways. Getting sleep last night had been iffy in her concern over Sean. Dreading today's service for Aunt Cassandra also kept her awake. Calling it heartbreaking and mentally exhausting would be an understatement. Follow that up with her brother's reaction to his painkillers, which most found hilarious. Unlike the others, Peyton wondered if her seemingly well-behaved brother's comments spoke his true feelings. The only funny thing today was that fake tabloid news about Mom and Mr. Diamond.

"Look, let's get this over with. You know and I know what's going to happen when they're done there. Lana's going to expect us to put on a show too," Finn explained what he didn't need to explain. Both he and Peyton knew Lana's demanding behavior. "If we kiss quickly now, then she can't **** us to kiss how she wants."

Finn hesitantly moved his gaze to make sure the others' turn wasn't over yet. Well, okay, we might not need to kiss. That doesn't look like it's going to end anytime soon. Nate sat on the tub bench, his legs spread wide with Lana and Skye on top, each straddling a knee. The two beauties had since moved from locking lips with each other to alternating also with Nate. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Nate's hands slid up to cup and squeeze each of the sensational asses.

"Fine."

Peyton surprised Finn with a swift peck to the lips. Not that he wanted or felt comfortable kissing his best friend, but he knew that wouldn't cut it for Lana. Even more so with Nate in the picture. Lana always appeared ready to show off whenever their old friend visited from Hawaii.

"Pey, we need to kiss for more than a millisecond."

"Why? Because Lana says so? Well, I'm sick of being told what to do by her," the blonde exclaimed loudly. Enough that Finn shot his eyes over to see if their ginger-haired best friend had heard.

That she did not. Since his last glance, Lana and Skye had slid further up Nate's thighs. The alternating kisses morphing into a tongue-filled three-way kiss.

"Pey, I, of all people, know how Lana can get. But this is something else. What's wrong?" Finn inquired, moving closer to her side so that they could talk privately.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Something is wrong, and it's been going on for months if not longer," Finn insisted.

"Nothing is going on! I might be a little stressed from school, but that's it."

"Lana's not wrong. You haven't been your usual laid-back self of late. At first, I thought it came from the breakup with Trevor, but this started before that. Back in the summer, when you weren't in school."

"Gawd, it's just stress from school. That's all!" Peyton nearly screeched. "Earning high grades so that I can get accepted into a top med school is stressful."

"I understand. I do," Finn agreed before hesitantly continuing. "But I know you. There is another--"

"Screw this!" Peyton snapped, standing up in the water. "I'm sick of being told that I'm uptight. That I should have fun more or turn into a slut like others."

"Now, hold up." Finn attempted to grab his BFF's hand. Instead, she snatched it away as she climbed out of the hot tub.

"Peyton?" Nate questioned, finally noticing the blonde's upset demeanor.

"Aww, where are you going?" Lana called out, looking over her shoulder. The move revealed that her red bandeau bikini top had slid down to expose one nipple. "Don't be a party-pooper!"

"Shut it, Barbie!" Peyton added a middle finger while pulling on her robe.

"Shit," Nate mumbled. His attempt to get up and stop her proved impossible, with two gorgeous girls weighing him down. "Peyton, I'm sorry if I went too far with my teasing. Please don't go."

Rather than acknowledge his apology, Peyton yanked open the door and stormed out into the cold. She barely heard Lana start after her, only for Finn to order her to give their friend some space for now. Scurrying up the deck stairs, Peyton sped right through the sunroom and into the kitchen. Grateful that no one else seemed to be around, she took a moment to catch her breath.

Opening the refrigerator, Peyton stared aimlessly at its contents for almost a full minute. Then, slamming the door shut, she grabbed a cup from the cabinet, filling it with water. While doing so, she noticed her shaking hand. It's just from my anger, Peyton told herself, ignoring the traitorous feeling between her legs. The hard nipples under her robe also could be explained by the cold air that she'd just been out in.

Finished with her water, Peyton made her way to her bedroom. For a split second, the concerned sister considered checking on Sean. That could wait for later, she figured. He'll know I'm upset too. It will be a repeat of Finn with the questions. Instead, she resumed her trek to the master suite and opened the door. Any anger or self-pity she felt vanished as her mouth gaped open. Staggering back a step, Peyton slammed a hand to cover the sound of her shock.

The master suite reeked of sex. The source of the smell was unmistakable. Two redheads with glistening skin laid together, interlocked in a 69. Peyton's brain went haywire. How did Lana beat me--no, Lana's downstairs. Oh. My. Gawd! A scream roared out of the blonde's mouth, only to slam into the palm of her hand, muffling it.

"Oh, fuck...yes, right there, Rammy, right there!" the petite redhead on top moaned, lifting her head from the pussy below.

What tha--what the FUCK! Lacey's not bi like Lana! She's not!

Peyton couldn't make out the muffled reply from between Lacey's legs, but her BBF's little sister heard them.

"First-timer, my ass! No, no, back to where--yes...there. YES!" Lacey screamed, raising her head higher. Luckily for Peyton, the pleasurable haze she felt kept the cheerleader on top from noticing the new arrival. "We...we need to...ahhh....fight and....yeesss...make up...MORE!"

THWACK

"Sorry!" Lacey called over her shoulder after her friend's hard slap to her ass. Diving back down, she returned to licking the neglected pussy.

Peyton staggered forward, her hand shooting out to brace herself on the door frame. First time?! This is how they're making up? This is not Lacey! She's never considered following her sister down this path. Did Lana suggest it? Was this her brilliant idea for them to make up? Oh, gawd! This is happening because of Sean's crush on Ramsey! With dizziness setting in, Peyton leaned forward to grab the doorknob, missing it on the first attempt. Firmly squeezing it, she gently shut it, trying to be as quiet as possible. Shuffling her feet in a daze, the overwhelmed young woman found herself back in the great room.

Not knowing what to do, Peyton glanced around helplessly. This is all a dream. Yeah, a dream, that's it. Lacey's not like that. No way would Ramsey ever do that either. Noticing how comfortable the couches all looked, she made her way to the middle one that faced the fireplace. If I just fall asleep, morning will be different. Everything will be normal again.

Despite still wearing her wet bikini under her now damp robe, Peyton climbed onto the couch. Snuggling up, she tightly shut her eyes.

"Sleep will make it all better."

"Somebody needs a stern lecture in the morning," Gabriela grumbled. Glasses and bottles tinkled as she carried them behind the bar. "Those kids are damn old enough to be gracious guests and clean up after themselves."

After picking up after her friends on the first floor, Gabby had gone downstairs only to discover the rec room littered with empty glasses, bottles, and half-finished snacks. Furious at the disrespect the younger generation showed their host--when his daughter was in the hospital!-- Gabby nearly marched over to the sunroom to give them a piece of her mind. But, sliding the glass door open, the cold air that slammed into her put to rest that idea. So instead, she turned around to clean their mess.

Muttering to herself, Gabby rubbed a washrag over a particularly sticky spot on the bar top. While still wide awake, the stress of the last day plus started to sink in. A boy she loved like her own--and recently showed that love to physically--nearly died. And while Gabby didn't know Whitney nearly as well as Sean, the girl's predicament scared the mother of two to ****. The tenth anniversary of Cassie's accidental **** and the service today brought to the forefront how every day of life proved too precious to take for granted.

Nearly finished with the cleanup, the sound of the shower turning on in the bathroom further upset the newly self-appointed maid. Swinging her head over to stare at the bathroom door, Gabby felt like kicking in the door and taking out her rage on the woman inside.

What the fuck, Kim?! You come down here and walk right past this mess? Everyone knows that Harvey didn't really want you here, but he never complained. No, he understood how close you were to Cassie.

"You could at least show a bit of gratitude, you ungrateful bitch!" Gabby hissed across the room at the door.

Satisfied that the rec room looked acceptable, if not spotless, Gabby paused as an idea hit her. Spinning around, she turned the wet bar's faucet on cold at full blast. She waited and waited, but no scream came from the bathroom. Figures that Harvey would spend the money for quality plumbing. Disappointed that Kimberly's comeuppance didn't happen, Gabby headed toward her bedroom.

"What now?" the dark-haired MILF spat out with her hand on the doorknob. At the end of the hall, the wine cellar door appeared to be cracked open. Having already been in the wine cellar several times, Gabby knew the room had a temperature and humidity control. "What the..."

Reaching down, Gabby discovered the reason why the door hadn't shut. Wedged under the door was a piece of green and brown fabric. Gently pushing the door open to free the material, it took a moment for her to realize that she held a pair of bikini bottoms. Looking up, Gabby could see through the now open door the owner of those bikini bottoms.

JoJo Gibble, a sweet and often shy girl that Gabby had known since she could barely walk, leaned forward in the middle of the room, her body in profile to the woman in the doorway. The teenager's hands gripped tightly against the wine rack with her legs spread out behind her. A pair of D-cups, the same ones that the girl once desperately tried to hide from the world, swung wildly back and forth in plain sight. Gabby's brain rapidly noted the soccer-honed figure that the girl also hid, especially those firm, sculpted legs that flexed as JoJo threw her head up and arched her back from the pleasure she felt.

In spite of her brain willing her eyes not to leave the brunette's body, Gabby found the lure overwhelming. Her gaze traveled off JoJo's athletic figure to another sports-sculpted body. This one was a darker shade than the pale girl's and one that featured mouth-watering muscles. The mother tried to vanish the scene by slamming her eyes shut tightly. Yet, curiosity **** them back open within five seconds.

Jared Lockett had a reputation around Rattle Ridge that his mother knew about. He wasn't the town's teenage lothario, not even close. But he'd scored more than a handful of the most desired girls to show that he had what it took. Mothers gossiped. It's a fact in any city, especially small towns where most everyone knows each other. That meant Gabby had heard tales from mothers about how their daughters had mindblowing, fulfilling sex with her son. Those same mothers talked about how their daughters seemed to float on air because their friend turned fuck buddy made sure they orgasmed, no matter what. Having witnessed several of these girls leaving their house as she arrived home, Gabby knew the look they described. Despite her concerns over Jared's preference for casual sex with friends rather than finding himself a girlfriend, Gabby felt a secret amount of pride that her son wasn't a selfish lover.

Melanie Cressy, the mother of Jared's friend and friend-with-benefits Leann, reportedly had walked in on Jared screwing her eldest daughter, Lark. Melanie had told other mothers--not Gabriela--about the size of Jared's manhood. That's how Gabby, before this moment, knew that Jared took after his father. Any doubts over Melanie exaggerating were swiftly refuted as Gabby saw his penis for the first time since puberty. A feeling coursed through her body, one she later swore to be only pride. Whatever lie she later told herself, at this moment, the mom watched as her son's cock slammed in and out of JoJo from behind.

With her head tilted slightly to the side, Gabby's hand massaged a breast while her thighs rubbed together. For nearly three long minutes, Jared's mom watched in awe as he plundered the pussy of another friend-with-benefits. During roughly the last minute of that time frame, Gabby's brain nagged away at her. Finally, the realization came that a pair of eyes watched her watch the couple fuck. Gabby's dark brown eyes made contact with JoJo's light brown ones.

Up to this moment, the watching mother hadn't noticed that her brain had stopped processing sound in its shock. Then a tiny smirk appeared on the usually sweet girl's face before her mouth resumed screaming filth. This caused Gabby to process the sounds she heard again.

"I love your HUGE cock, Jared!" JoJo screeched. "Plow me with it!"

"Shit, Jo, keep it down," Jared hissed, worried that someone might hear.

"And I love those big baby batter-filled balls!" JoJo's eyes stayed locked on Gabby's. "Are you going to fill my unprotected pussy again?"

"Fuuuck, that's not helping," Jared huffed, his attention focused on not cumming yet.

"You wanna knock me up, don't you? Make me a mommy?" JoJo questioned, her face dripping with lust.

"Jo," Jared warned.

"Take it easy. Don't cum yet," JoJo ordered. "Grab my tits, Jared, grab them!"

Gabby didn't need to break eye contact with JoJo to know that her son followed his lover's command. The wild, wanton look on the sweet girl turned seductive temptress' face gave her the answer.

"You know what your delicious sperm will do to them, right, stud?"

"Make them...ugh...bigger," Jared hissed through clenched teeth.

"Milky too," JoJo added with a wink toward his mother. "You want that, don't you? To suckle from Mommy JoJo's big tits?"

"Jesus, Jo."

"Answer me!"

"Yes! I...ugh...want to...ahhh...make you..." Jared trailed off as he slammed his mouth shut.

"Then fuck me! Make me a mommy! Fuck mommy, sweetie!"

Gabby shuddered as her favorite endearment came out of JoJo's mouth at the same time as her son erupted. The feel of Jared's cum filling up her insides triggered the wicked teen's own eruption. Only after JoJo recovered from the intense orgasm did she check on Gabriela. Disappointment filled her as she saw her gone and the door shut. Stepping away from Jared, she saw their combined fluids leak out of her pussy. Sliding to her knees, the brunette planned to clean and revive her favorite new toy.

Wow, that was super duper fun!