…Or Just Plain Fucking

“No, no, this one looks more fluffy than that one,” Lacey scolded herself as she rearranged the pillows on the bed for the fifth time.

Next, she placed the least comfortable-looking pillow in the middle of the bed. Just in case Finn wants to hold it. Well, I guess he could hold Peyton, but he seems a bit out of his mind tonight. So it’s probably better not to tempt him. Hmm, what should I–Oh! Lacey swiftly reached down to pull back the sheets for easy access as her mom returned after talking to Peyton.

“Is everything okay with Dad?”

“He’s fine. Peyton’s handling it for now,” Rachel responded, waving off the question with her hand. Instead, the troubled woman glanced at the bathroom door. The sound of a shower running could be heard from the other side.

“You know, I think I should stay in here with Finn tonight. I can either help Peyton or just take over for her. It sounds like she’s been through a lot while we were gone,” Lacey suggested, her tone filled with hope.

“And sleep where? I don’t think Finn needs to be pushed out of the bed.”

“I’m not Lana, Mom! I don’t thrash around in my sleep,” the petite redhead defended herself. “I…I can sleep in that chair. It looks comfy.”

Rachel glanced over at the corner opposite the bathroom door. An armchair sat diagonally, overlooking the rest of the master bedroom. Immediately, the older redhead shook her head.

“You are not sleeping in a chair.”

“But I want to help Finn–”

“You can do that by getting a good night's rest. It’s already late, and Finn feels guilty as it is. Don’t add to that by wandering around like a zombie tomorrow.”

“I can sleep in the car tomorrow,” Lacey pointed out, meaning the drive back to the cabin.

“And you’ll find another reason to stay awake in the car and then again back at the cabin. No, go get dressed and ready for bed,” Rachel stated.

However, as she watched her daughter pout before leaving the room, Rachel asked Lacey to unzip the back of her dress slightly. Grumbling, Lacey did so before turning down the same offer from her mother. She could manage to get her dress off on her own.

Exiting the master bedroom, Lacey’s grumbling turned into muttering as she walked down the short hallway until reaching the sitting room and turning down the other hallway. Opening the first door on her right, she entered her bedroom with a loud sigh.

Almost on automatic pilot, the petite redhead sat down to take off her heels before going over to the mirror to do the same with her earrings. Then, she undid the large belt at her waist. Next, reaching up to the back of her neck, Lacey untied her sleeveless, halter-top dress, sending it to the floor. Looking at her reflection, she admired the periwinkle strapless bra and panties that matched her discarded dress.

“I look pretty and sexy. Too bad nobody was worthy enough to see me in this,” Lacey told her reflection with a sad smile.

Hands behind her back unhooked the strapless bra before they slid her panties down to the floor. Turning this way and that way, Lacey appraised her perky breasts and toned tush. Then, cupping her breasts, she frowned at their medium size.

Do I want bigger breasts? Yes. Did Austin want bigger breasts on his girlfriend? Yes. Whitney keeps telling me that I have an incredible butt and should appreciate it more. Maybe it’s time I do and find a guy that likes my breasts the way they are…even if I don’t.

Opening the dresser drawer, Lacey quickly put on her pajamas. It was the pink satin two-piece set that she currently liked the best. Although the shorts could be viewed as a questionable call on a cold night, the redhead preferred not to dress too heavily while she slept.

Still keyed up from the night’s excitement, Lacey didn’t feel tired at all. So she glanced over at her phone with a hint of trepidation. Having ignored her messages while at the hospital, she decided to get it over with by checking them.

“Holy beeswax!”

Lacey’s shriek came from seeing the number of missed messages on her phone. There were one hundred and twenty-two.

Her only hope came from the times of the first messages. They started an hour before midnight local time. Happy New Year wishes from classmates out of town for the holidays and distant family members in the timezone an hour ahead. Next came well-wishes from closer to midnight from people in the region. Many were high school and college acquaintances that she'd met over the years at cheerleader camps. If anyone doubted that Lacey made friends easily, the number of people who thought to send well-wishes right around midnight confirmed her likeability.

A video message came in at precisely 12:01 from AA, the first name in her phone contacts. The initials caused a slight grin to form as Lacey watched a clearly drunk Amberly Abbington yell out, "Happy New Year," before the camera panned to show multiple couples kissing to ring in the new year. The camera stopped after about a 340-degree turn. In the frame, Lacey saw a gorgeous brunette lean forward, stop, then lean forward again before puckering up.

Lacey laughed out loud as the most desirable girl in Blackbridge, Brittany Rachford, pretended to kiss the mouth of a dinosaur fossil. The ****-perspective shot looked pretty good when considering that Brittany also looked drunk.

“Wish you were here, Lace!” Amberly screamed as she turned the camera back to her face.

Wiping away a tear from laughing, Lacey wondered what her old matchmaking partner-in-crime would think about the happenings at the charity ball. **** to move away from Honey Hollow last summer, the likely cheer co-captain missed her old friends dearly, none more than Lacey. Amberly had gone back and forth about coming up for the charity ball as she knew how much it meant to Finn and the Strattons. However, she had new friends and a very unique New Year’s Eve party at the downtown museum that sounded too good to pass up. Perhaps if Lacey hadn’t spent the week at the Wasp Lake, Amberly might have chosen the charity ball. Even so, the two matchmakers knew they had plenty of future years to celebrate once they attended Zurbrugg College together.

Another dozen holiday well-wishes followed before Lacey hit the batch of messages she dreaded. Checking at the number, the teen groaned as she saw she'd only looked at around fifty. That meant around seventy messages came in after she dumped Austin.

A whole string of questions about what happened, how Lacey was doing, and people’s condolences filled a few dozen messages. Some more personal ones followed. Jessalyn Granmeyer sent several long, heartfelt messages. The school actress and bookworm both offered her sympathy and praise for taking agency rather than letting Austin dictate their relationship’s final chapter. Next, Jessalyn pointed out that Lacey’s true romance had yet to be written. Finally, she ended on a happier note by pointing out that this left them more time to plan out the CSS’s Storytime readings.

Of the Babybees not at the ball, Saylor Waterhouse sent a couple of comments. The nicest of her trio, Saylor hoped her good friend Cadence had been helpful to her cousin for once in her life. Bedridden with the flu, Babybee and destined Sugarbee, Uma Wiita sent a string of emojis that felt right for the shy girl. Oddly, the subsequent texts came from the junior-year Sugarbees, as Olivia Barin and the twins expressed shock that Austin would blow his relationship with Lacey. The redhead expected follow-up comments from the trio might be in her inbox after Bianca's shutdown of Austin.

Lacey laughed out loud again at an unknown number’s video. It was a short film clip of a ghost attempting to hug a frightened person. An added “Be home soon” gave away the sender’s identity. No doubt it came from her class’s resident Bumble Girl ghost, Zelia Amming.

Amberly appeared again with more than a dozen messages. Lacey read as the other half of Strattington ran through the gamut of emotions. Amberly cursed out Austin, ordered Lacey not to take him back, said she was coming up next week, and reversed that by saying she had to cheer at a basketball game next weekend. Next came an offer to find Lacey a rebound relationship before Amberly wrote back to apologize that she was drunk and knew Lacey didn't want a rebound guy. Finally, plans to set up matchmaking events flowed in until the words "Valentine's Day?" appeared with a bullseye emoji.

A broad smile formed as Lacey began to think about her favorite day of the year.

Threats followed, causing Lacey's grin to turn to cringes. Odette Manske asked if Lacey wanted her to hack Austin's phone for any embarrassing material. "I may have hypothetically done so already. So ask away!" Jules Lockett's exclamation-filled message demanded that Jared kick Austin's ass again, while the Toone twins only asked ominously what Lacey wanted them to do to Austin.

Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door closing snapped Lacey out of her reading. The assumption that her mom and Peyton had switched spots spurred her into action. Choosing to leave the rest of the messages for later, she hopped off the bed to go check on Finn. Hoping not to alert her parents, the redhead quietly shut the door before tiptoeing down the hallway until she reached the master bedroom. The door sat partially open.

Strangely, Lacey noticed the shower still running. It even sounded louder as she stepped into the bedroom and stared at the sight that lay past the open bathroom door.

Rachel let the champagne-colored dress slip off her shoulders until it hit the floor. Stepping out of the pooled garment, her heavy yet still mostly firm breasts swayed in the air. She'd hoped to perform this disrobing in preparation for a lively ringing in of the new year with Clive. Unfortunately, circumstances had turned this night into even more of a downer than she expected.

Rachel knew a night that revolved around honoring Cassie’s memory and legacy would put a high level of strain on Finn. He’d done a masterful job with the preparations for setting up Cassandra’s Story Society. Yet, her worst fears had paled in comparison to reality. Of course, they started with Fred’s lake meltdown, which wasn’t entirely surprising. However, the allegations against Clive, Lana’s usual flair for fuckups, and even Whitney’s near-**** had added to her surrogate’s son’s stress.

So besides worrying about Finn, Rachel now had to be concerned about Lana’s state of mind come morning. Her eldest daughter’s high-strung ways might cause an epic reaction after learning that Teresa fulfilled her demands by forcing herself into a threesome with Finn and Farah. How out of her mind was Lana to ask her childhood rival to cockblock her college rival? I swear, even Tinny would’ve never asked Didi to do something that batshit insane.

Making matters worse, Lacey had dumped Austin. In a vacuum, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but with everything else happening, Rachel now had to be concerned about her youngest daughter. Lacey wouldn't turn into Lana and run off to sow her wild oats. No, the greater concern would be Lacey throwing herself further into her matchmaking hobby to the point that she neglected her own happiness.

While lost in her concerns, Rachel took her negligee out of the drawer before a loud bang caused her to jump. Tossing the flimsy garment onto the dresser, Rachel rushed to the bathroom door.

“Finn?” she asked, lightly rapping on the door.

When no response came, she turned the knob, entering the steam-filled bathroom. Unlike most hotel bathrooms, the top-floor executive and penthouse suites of the Witzler featured master bathrooms with shower doors, not curtains. The added amenity allowed Rachel to see Finn on his knees inside the shower, facing away from her.

Upon seeing a young man she viewed as one of her own children in pain, Rachel tossed aside any concerns of proprietary. Rushing forward while clad only in her matching champagne-colored panties, Rachel yanked open the shower door. Stepping inside the shower’s hot air, the anxious redhead kneeled as she placed a hand on Finn’s back.

The touch startled him. As he stood up and started to twist around, Rachel used her other hand to stop the turn. In a soft, soothing voice, she spoke.

“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here for you, Finny.”

Any shock Finn felt from standing in the shower naked with Rachel behind him faded as she continued to talk in that hypnotic voice.

“Let me handle this. Let me cleanse those girls off of you. We’ll wash them away.”

The sound of the bottle cap popping off led to a handful of bodywash appearing on Finn’s skin. Rachel’s smooth hands rubbed his neck, shoulders, shoulder blades, and upper back as she lovingly spread the soap all around. Another squirt found the bodywash performing its duty as she ran her hands down his lower back.

Her mind marveled at the excellent shape her young man was in for a non-athlete. All that running around, covering news stories, and being such a helpful guy, no matter the situation, kept Finn sleek and strong.

Without hesitation, Rachel’s hands found themselves thoroughly applying the soap to the firm buttcheeks before her. Those fingers dug into the skin before venturing down into his crack. The move caused Finn to stand up a little straighter, but he said nothing. Another squirt of soap worked to clean his anus as she muttered softly.

“Those nasty girls better not have played with this. I know damn well how those prim and proper girls use their butts to play the pure act,” Rachel said, thinking of Farah. She didn’t mention Teresa as she figured the lithe beauty would prefer taking a dick up her ass, as Carmella reportedly liked.

In full-mother mode, she fought back against the growing passion and warmth that built within her. Instead, her hands moved up to the center of his back as she told Finn to take a step forward.

As the new position caused the flowing water to rinse off Finn’s back, Rachel reached over to grab the hand sprayer. As she used that to wash away the soap on his butt, the concerned mother could not only feel the tension in Finn’s body, but she also could swear she felt the sadness radiating off him.

Placing the hand sprayer back down, Rachel ordered Finn to take a step back as she squeezed more bodywash into her hand. Then, she told him to take a second step back.

“It’s going to be okay. Everything will be back to normal soon,” Rachel reassured while she embraced him from behind.

Rubbing the soapy suds across Finn’s chest, Rachel felt his body jerk forward a bit. She didn’t know it, but the feeling of her large breasts against his back had caused the first reaction that drew Finn slightly out of his despair. It had been a single cock throb. More would follow as Rachel’s hands slid from his chest to his upper stomach.

Roaming hands slowly found themselves lingering around his abdomen. More thoughts of how surprisingly in shape Finn’s body stayed filled Rachel’s mind. Unwittingly, Rachel’s pair of Double Ds slid up and down Finn’s skin in a tantalizing seduction.

Reaching the dirtiest, most likely tainted body part, Rachel’s arms began to wrap around Finn’s mid-section with another fresh squirt of bodywash. Those soap-filled hands veered around his sides, brushing against his hip bones, before moving down until they nearly reached their out-of-view destination.

Rachel's seductive side subconsciously bled over, nudging her mother mode aside slightly. Letting her hands slide along Finn's inner thighs, they slowly climbed up his body, closing in on his balls and cock.

Converging simultaneously, Rachel’s fingers encompassed her beloved young man’s balls. Almost with a shock, Rachel realized they felt heavy and full. It was a surprise considering that he’d only recently had a threesome with two young sluts.

With bated breath, her hands slid up further to venture into the last territory. With a tender embrace, Rachel's fingers explored the growing manmeat. They measured its length and girth.

Oh…my…gawd! Finn’s big! Rachel swiftly shook off her shock. Of course, he is. Lana would never date a boy for most of a year if he wasn’t. But still…I’ve never heard a peep of Fred having a big dick. Does he? Or is this from the Bank side of the family? Ohmigawd, is boring Sander packing a power-punch?

Stifling a giggle at the unimaginable thought, Rachel deftly pulled one hand off while maintaining a single-hand grip to squirt more soap on her daughter’s former property. Finn finally reacted with a loud groan.

“Shhh, it’s okay, sweetie. Let Auntie Rachel wipe away the memory of those sluts.”

“M-M-Mommy Rachel,” Finn stammered. “Y-You’re Mommy Rachel.”

The title declaration turned up the dial of Rachel's growing heat and passion. Cleaning and consoling Finn through the proper methods shifted toward performing the same functions in an improper manner.

The shift led to one hand massaging his balls while the other stroked the giant cock. And the effort caused Finn to grow harder by the second. Finally, at full staff, Finn took the initiative to turn around to face his surrogate mother.

Rachel barely reacted except to drop her gaze down to the unveiling of his large cock. So Finn studied her facial expression as her stroking and massaging increased. She had a look of love and awe that warmed Finn’s heart.

With his body turned, the shower now rained its water past his shoulder, landing on Rachel's huge breasts. The waterfall effect caught Finn's attention. The warm water cascading over her smooth breasts, flowing into a river between her cavernous cleavage, generated immense arousal in Finn.

Reaching out, his hand slid over her slippery skin, caressing her tit-flesh with intense purpose. Rachel only reacted when his fingers brushed along her stiff nipples before gasping in surprise as not only Finn's hands lowered. His body did, too, as he explored her smooth stomach before moving behind. When both his hands found her tightly rounded ass, Rachel's connection with his cock broke off.

Applying a single kiss to her stomach, Finn’s fingers took hold of her soaked panties, from the shower water and her excitement. Pulling them down to her ankles, he lifted one foot, then the other, before flinging them into the corner of the shower.

More kisses to her skin followed as Finn’s lips moved down her body.

Then, with water pouring over his face, Finn submerged himself between the legs of his ex-girlfriend’s mother. As his tongue reached out, Rachel placed one hand on the shower tile so that she could spread her legs for increased access. Her other hand reached down to lovingly run through his short, sandy brown hair.

Ooh, somebody taught him well! Rachel mused in her mind as Finn blew on her clit before issuing a long, languid lick that sent shivers up and down her spine. She didn’t miss the likely obvious teacher in her eldest daughter.

“Yes, clean those bitches kisses away from your kips with me. Use me!”

Someone had definitely taught Finn well. He worked methodically, sucking on her clit while fingering her needy pussy. Once he added a second, long finger, Rachel could feel each plunging impact deep inside her core. Her fingers spread further on the wall to keep her grip while her other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair.

Whimpering and moaning, Rachel clenched her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, and started tossing her head left and right. Her pleasure heightened further as Finn wrapped one arm around her taut ass while the other moved up to fondle her large breasts.

Then, Rachel’s lower lip quivered as she felt the orgasm approaching. Thrusting her buxom chest upward as she arched her back, Rachel unleashed a nearly glass-shattering keen.

“Finny!”

Collapsing to her knees, Rachel reached back with both hands to brace herself on the shower floor. Panting from the exertion, Rachel worked to catch her breath with closed eyes. Only after opening them did the married woman and mother remember who had given her such a pleasurable explosion. Love filled those green eyes as she realized what an amazing man Finn had turned out to be. Even in his darkest moment, he’s the one that gave her pleasure. Finn didn’t take it for himself. Yet, Rachel would fix that omission.

Leaning forward, Rachel captured Finn’s lips. It wasn’t a passionate, heated kiss. No, their first kiss that crossed the line turned out to be sweet and loving. This moment was about fixing Finn’s broken heart, and Rachel knew what her surrogate son liked in a woman.

Breaking off the kiss, Rachel gently pushed Finn's head down to her ample breasts. Needing no further encouragement, Finn rained kisses down on those stupendous tits. Having grown up in Honey Hollow, Finn wondered if those tales about the local honey were true. For such heavy breasts, they hardly sagged at all with gravity-defying astonishment. Like most of her friends, Rachel lived a healthy lifestyle, working out rigorously. However, the women of Honey Hollow seemed to stay beautiful and youthful longer than women from other nearby cities.

Progressing to suckling on those magnificent tits, Finn returned his hand between Rachel's legs. However, she moved it away with a shake of the head, and when he looked up while still sucking her nipple, Rachel made it clear that he should entirely focus on her breasts.

“I know you're a tit man. Lana’s made that clear for years.” Finn’s moan as he licked her left boob proved her point. “You like your aunt’s tits?”

“I love Mommy Rachel’s tits,” Finn said, saying precisely what Rachel craved while saliva clung from his mouth to her breast.

Planning to resume his suckling of her flesh, Finn paused as a familiar expression appeared on Rachel’s face. What shocked him was that Lana’s face usually wore that playful expression.

"If you love them, then do what you really want. Fuck Mommy Rachel's tits," Rachel ordered. Her fingers slipped down to her enormous, firm mound.

Despite what had already happened with him and Rachel in the shower, Finn did a double-take as he drank in the sight of her pale, smooth tit flesh as the water ran down its sides.

“Don’t you want to fuck Mommy’s tits?” Rachel asked breathlessly. The wanton, Lana-like expression sent a surge down to Finn’s cock. Suddenly, Rachel looked so slutty with her wet, red hair plastered to her face.

As if to push Finn over the edge, Rachel grabbed the bodywash bottle. Two long squeezes coated her cleavage with the slippery substance. Then, putting her hands at the sides of her big, round breasts, she cocked her head to the side with an arched eyebrow. It clearly was a move that asked what he was waiting for.

Needing no further encouragement, Finn moved forward until his raging erection descended into the valley between her succulent tits. Rachel flashed a winning smile of triumph as she watched the rapture of Finn’s face.

"That’s right. Go ahead," Rachel coaxed. "Clean those sluts off your cock with my tits."

Pushing her breasts together forcefully, Rachel created an incredible sight for Finn as she lowered herself into a position to lean against the shower wall. The tight tunnel she formed looked so deliciously inviting.

Gazing down at the exposed sight of one of his deepest, darkest fantasies, Finn admired her large areolas and hard, thick nipples. They enhanced the hedonistic feeling as he maintained a slow and steady pace, savoring the building expression of rapture that covered Rachel’s face.

Unable to help himself, Finn just had to feel those mammoth mammaries with his hands again. He didn’t notice the thin smile of satisfaction that Rachel flashed at him as he groped her tits while gently brushing his thumb over her hard nipple after each steady thrust forward. The college student absolutely loved the smooth, soft flesh of the tits that felt strangely familiar. For her part, Rachel relished the way Finn caressed her breasts.

"Oh, fuck, Rachel. I LOVE your tits!" Finn shouted, sweating from the exertion. “Soooo fuckable!”

Rachel loved that her surrogate son punctuated that point with a rather vigorous thrust between her marvelous melons. Finn wasn't lying. He loved tit-fucking. Despite what Rachel thought and said, a big rack wasn't the most crucial physical quality he sought in a woman. Yet, he also couldn't deny how much he savored the feel of sliding his dick between soft yet firm tit flesh. It felt so amazing and looked so incredible. Until now, Lana had been the best, but Finn realized that age brought experience, and Rachel had plenty of experience using her most considerable assets to bring pleasure and passion.

As his excitement grew, so did Finn’s pace. Rapidly, pistoning in and out of the tit trench, Finn’s cock started sliding out at the top of Rachel’s cleavage. Showing off her own skills, the school teacher-turned-principal darted her tongue out each time to quickly lick the tip of the cockhead. The added effort started the earliest signs of a pending eruption.

“I’m not sure how much longer—” Finn started to say.

Rachel’s actions interrupted his announcement. With spry agility that belied her age, the forty-one-year-old dropped her hands from her bosom while scurrying to her feet. Shocked and worried by the sudden halt of their coupling, Finn took a step back.

“Not that way,” Rachel declared, throwing her arms around his neck. “Cleanse yourself with my pussy.

Finn’s rocked back in utter shock at the demand and potential act.

“Do it. Take me!”

Ensuring his feet were secure, Finn lifted one of her legs and hooked an arm under it. As Rachel felt the large cock probing against her, she gripped his shoulder while he bent his knees. Once perfectly aligned, Finn slipped between the most important woman alive in his life, spearing her slowly with his rod.

The symbolism behind this moment wasn’t lost to Finn as the warmth of her internal chamber surrounded him, nearly overwhelming him. Yet, Rachel would benefit from what her demanding daughter had trained in Finn. With all the power of his legs, Finn drove upward again and again. The repeated thrusts sent Rachel to new heights, both in pleasure and reality.

With her toes barely scrapping the floor, Rachel attempted to balance in the shower with one hand to the side and the other behind her. However, that only worsened matters, so she kept the hand on the wall behind her while stretching the other around Finn's neck.

Engrossed in ecstasy at fucking the woman he called an aunt yet viewed as a second mother, Finn didn’t notice her precarious position. Rather than recognizing how her body caromed uncontrollably around the shower, teetering toward falling over, Finn’s horny gaze only noticed how spectacularly her Double Ds bounced around wildly.

Eventually, shouts of his name and the insistent tapping, turning into slapping of his shoulder, caused Finn to lower Rachel and reluctantly withdraw his cock. Once again, Finn's heart fluttered as he fretted about Rachel ending their romp.

And again, Rachel’s actions showed his fears to be unfounded as she turned away from him. Spreading her legs, the ginger bent over slightly, placing her left hand on the shower wall. Looking over her shoulder, Rachel moved her right hand down to pull one ass check to the side. The invitation was clear, yet Rachel voiced it too.

“Come on, Finny. Use my juices to wash away anything left from those hussies. Fuck me, Finn. Fuck your Mommy Rachel!”

The lust blazing in those green eyes magnetically drew Finn forward.

Gripping those wide hips, Finn knew there wasn’t any need to go slow. Rachel wanted it fast and dirty. So he delivered, hard and deep, with a single thrust. With one giant grunt, the air left Rachel's lungs. Closing his eyes, Finn dug his fingers into her hips and began quick thrusts that embedded him inside her depths each time.

The cooling water streamed over her back, running like a river down the crack of her ass and over his cock. The sheer heat rolling over his cock as he plunged into the unfathomable pussy was mind-blowing. Yet, Rachel could increase the temperature to compensate for the water. Lowering her head, she shifted her body's angle to allow him to penetrate even deeper. The new position made it hard for her to brace herself on the wall as well, so she swung her head around enough to direct him to grab her hair. Taking a firm grip of those ginger locks, he wrapped it around his hand several times so she wouldn't fall.

Now fully in charge, Finn went buck wild. He slammed his dick with such ferocity against her tight ass cheeks that the slapping echoed loudly in the bathroom. The only other sound came from the series of squeaks leaving the older woman’s mouth. Yanking Rachel back by her hair, he took advantage of her arcing back to grope those massive tits.

As she ascended to another eruption, Rachel's frenzied breathing was only matched by her equally feverish shouting. Sensing his need to cum had also returned, Finn switched to short jackhammer thrusts.

"Yes, yes, yes... YEESSSS!!!"

The high-pitched shriek left no doubt about Rachel’s second orgasm. Finn’s arrived with an almost caveman series of grunts before a loud roar. Rachel collapsed to the floor while Finn managed to catch himself with his hands hitting the wall. Neither knew which of them turned the knob, but one of them did, cutting off the water.

Breathing rapidly, Finn watched as Rachel eventually turned around to face him again. His heart skipped a beat as he realized Rachel still wore that wanton expression that matched Lana’s. The wink that followed alerted him to the fact that night wasn’t over yet.

“Not feeling better yet? Let me take your temperature.”

With his cock at her eye level, the redhead leaned forward to gently kiss his spent cock. Then, looking up at him, Rachel flashed a dirty smile before enveloping his semi-hard member. After cleaning his cock in a vacuum-like fashion, Rachel pulled back with a sparkle in her eyes. Next, she worshiped his balls as she bathed them worshipfully.

Once satisfied that he'd been adequately scrubbed until hard again, Rachel stood up. Still holding his cock, she opened the shower door, leading him into the bathroom and out of it. There wasn't a need to dry as she expected them to stay wet and sweaty.

Glancing at the corner of the room, Rachel’s steps didn’t falter. Instead, she ushered Finn to lie on the bed in a way that didn’t allow him to get spooked by the shadow in the room. Furthering to obscure his sight, she lowered her breasts down to his lips while looking over slightly to the side.

"Watch and learn. This is how the women in our family care for the men we love," Rachel said before mouthing the following words. "Not tonight."

Sitting in the armchair with one leg over the armrest, Lacey moaned as she dug her fingers deeper inside her pajama bottoms. Her other hand squeezed her perky tit through the top she’d unbuttoned around the time her mom attempted to ride Finn in the shower.

“Mommy Rachel is going to show you just how much she loves her Finny,” Rachel announced, straddling the tower that rose below her.

And for the second time in a week, Lacey watched in fascination as her mother wriggled on top of a large cock until she writhed in rapture. Only this time, Rachel knew she watched and put on a phenomenal performance in quick order.

Note: These last two chapters have proven to be the chore I imagined. The scenes and sex partners were decided way back when I planned this thread for At the Cabin. As the characters changed somewhat for the move to Honey Hollow, I've been unsure if they should still happen. For the last couple of years, I've gone back and forth about dropping these scenes. Mostly as I view Rachel and Clive as the perfect couple in the cast, so I didn't want them outright cheating. This led to the scenes being watered down. I hope I managed to coax these trysts in a way that feels believable for the characters. That also includes Peyton, Lacey, and Finn. Now that these are finally done, I think the rest of the story should go a bit easier.