Rub-A-Dub Ducky Remix

Jostled awake, Sean searched for the reason through his blurry eyes. It took him a moment to comprehend why he was in a bed with Whitney Diamond, of all people. Even after the last several days, it still felt surreal to gaze upon the gorgeous sight of the naked blonde. Most of his classmates would kill to be in Sean’s situation with the cheer captain.

Despite feeling exhausted, Sean snapped fully awake when he noticed Whitney’s frightened expression. The blonde sat in a partial sitting-up position. Putting two and two together, Sean reached over to touch her back lightly.

“Hey, you okay? A nightmare?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Maybe a little unpleasant dream,” Whitney lied, forcing a smile while she turned to lean into him.

“Was it about the ice again?”

“Ugh! Totally. I dreamed that Austin saved me, and I had to reward him,” Whitney chuckled while shuddering.

“The horror!” Sean exclaimed, not necessarily believing Whitney’s tale.

“Trust me. I saw the dumbass and Lacey the other night. That girl so needs to break up with him,” Whitney declared, cuddling into Sean’s arm.

Sean agreed with the idea. However, before he could say so, Whitney made a racket.

“Pee-eww! You stink, Tarver!”

“What? Well, we never got a shower this morning. And it’s not like you didn’t get sweaty, too,” Sean argued before recognizing he’d said the wrong thing.

“I. Do. Not. Stink,” Whitney growled. “I took my morning shower when I got up.”

“Well, I could barely walk,” Sean pointed out.

“Ugh! Now that’s another reason to change these sheets,” Whitney announced, rolling out of the bed.

Sean watched as she searched for her navy blue robe. Eventually, she found it under the bed with a grumble about something that sounded like her father’s name. Then, with a curt comment about being back soon, Whitney left the master bedroom.

Walking down the hallway, the teen hoped her father had stopped ravaging Bridget’s killer body for the moment. Maybe the beast went into hibernation, Whitney mused when she scanned the empty great room. While it was possible that they’d gone upstairs to Bridget’s room, Whitney doubted her dad would be satisfied with one of the smaller beds. It’s either his bed or a makeshift spot for adventure.

Suddenly, Whitney’s ears perked up. A few bangs came from the kitchen. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Whitney walked over, bracing herself for whatever foulness she’d find happening on the kitchen island. I eat on there! Oh, wait. I also ate Skye and Bridget in the same place.

Surprisingly, Whitney didn’t find Harvey and Bridget fucking yet again. Only Bridget stood in the kitchen. She appeared to be cleaning up from their breakfast while still wearing her tiny black robe.

“Did you do the impossible? Did you wear out Harvey Diamond?” Whitney inquired, sitting down on a stool.

“Hardly,” Bridget replied, turning around from her position at the sink. “Your father went outside to double-check the generator.”

“Oh,” Whitney sounded.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m sure everything will be fine. Your dad said he’s been through this plenty of times out here,” Bridget reassured, misinterpreting the teen’s response.

"I'm not worried. Maybe when I was a kid," Whitney admitted. "And not because of the power going out. I spent a few years terrified that the falling branches meant the trees would all die."

“You did?”

“Yep. I guess I would bawl my eyes out over it. Don’t tell anyone I said that,” the younger blonde warned.

“But not anymore?” the older blonde teased.

"Nope. Grampy and Grammy took me out to tour the woods one day. They pointed out all the large trees that have lost branches over the decades. Most were stories about the great summer storms they experienced. Once I realized it was natural, I accepted the trees would live."

“Your great-grandparents were the best. They were always a blast to see,” Bridget recalled from her youth.

“I used to wish they were my grandparents,” Whitney admitted.

“I can understand,” Bridget agreed, knowing how different Harvey’s father and grandfather were.

“Then, I realized when I was eight that Dad and Uncle Graham needed them more than I did.”

Bridget couldn’t help but grin as she imagined a junior version of Whitney probably proclaiming that realization aloud.

“Were you looking for your dad? I don’t think he’ll be much longer.”

“Please. This is his first big storm at the new cabin. He’s going to be out there off and on all day. I bet he’s running around like a little kid,” Whitney cracked. “No, I was looking for you. Your kid needs a shower. He stinks.”

“And I’m to blame for…okay, I’m partly to blame. But so are you, missy.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault he skipped his morning shower!”

“Fine,” Bridget responded. “Let’s get the duct tape and garbage bags.”

---

“Okay, there you go. All done,” Bridget announced, ripping the last piece of tape off from the roll.

Only the third day into his new life of wearing a cast in the real world, Sean already felt sick and tired of taking a shower. If he needed to wear a garbage bag every time he needed to get clean, Sean might just give up on showers. He even felt a bit embarrassed sitting on the toilet naked as his mother taped the bag around his cast. Whitney’s cracks about his flaccid penis finally being down for the count didn’t help.

“Ah, are you upset about turning into Oscar?” Whitney teased, noticing his expression while he stood up.

“Vargas?” Sean questioned in bewilderment, thinking she meant their classmate.

“Did they check him for brain damage?” Whitney asked, looking past Sean toward his mother.

“She meant Oscar the Grouch, honey,” Bridget giggled.

“Yeah, 'cause he lives in a garbage can, doofus,” Whitney pointed out, rolling her eyes.

“Oh,” Sean responded, feeling sheepish over not realizing she meant the Sesame Street character.

Any awkwardness over his flub swiftly vanished as a tiny black robe and a skimpier navy blue one got whipped off and hung on a pair of hooks. With his face turning red, Sean shot his hand out to brace himself against the wall.

“Whoa! Are you alright, honey?” Bridget queried in concern, reaching out to catch his other arm before he fell over.

“Must be all the blood rushing to his face and dick,” Whitney snickered.

“Oh, my,” Bridget murmured, spotting her son’s now fully engorged cock standing straight out.

“Must be a side effect from your tits,” Whitney piled on.

Sean wanted to scream at her but didn’t. Could anyone blame him for feeling light-headed and turned on? He had two pairs of fantastic D-cups sitting directly in front of his eyes. Well, not precisely sitting as Bridget’s tits bounced while she mothered him in concern, and Whitney’s jiggled with her giggles.

If that wasn’t enough to leave Sean flummoxed, he recalled his mother’s teasing words while she and Whitney had dressed up in the holiday lingerie from earlier this morning: Momma Claus and Miss Claus, mother and daughter.

Two blondes: one older with long, wavy caramel blonde hair and the other younger with straight blonde hair. A pair of electric blue eyes for both. Also, they each sported a pair of impressive busts. Bridget’s might be a bit larger and not as firm as Whitney’s, but both were mouthwatering and sat high on their chests. And peering into the future, it wasn’t difficult to envision Whitney’s firm ass morphing into a curvier version like Bridget’s. Their shapely, smooth legs already matched.

Throw in their take-charge personalities. Bridget could be bossy at times, not as much as Whitney, but Sean could imagine his mother being a demanding cheer captain in her youth. Sassy attitudes, with sharp tongues that some could call smart mouths, and the final kicker in their high sexual self-confidences painted a picture that still made Sean feel a little uneasy over. Was their standing next to each other fully naked hot? Yes!

“C’mon, time to get you clean, honey,” Bridget announced, taking his hand.

She led him around the short wall and into the large walk-in shower. Unlike his first venture into the tile-covered space, Sean appreciated how the shower could comfortably fit four or five people inside. Previously, he’d felt like it was too big for just himself, and he’d inevitably fall over because of his foot. Now, his mother tugged his hand as she led him toward one of the multiple showerheads.

“Great ass, huh? I don’t care about genetics; your mom must work out a ton to keep it that tight,” Whitney whispered into his ear from behind.

Sean merely nodded. That swaying ass worked as his personal Pied Piper, leading him under the showerhead. Unfortunately, the first blast of water that rained down was cold. That caused him to jump back a bit into Whitney, who steadied his balance.

"Sorry," Bridget apologized. Picking up the body wash bottle, she tested the water several times until it warmed up enough.

Shooting a spurt of the gel into her hand, Bridget stepped forward under the water spray, prepared to spread it around Sean’s chest. During that move, Whitney leaned forward to push her ample tits into her rescuer’s back. Sean flinched at the additional sensation of two hard nipples pressing into his skin.

“Remember this, Seanie?” Whitney tittered.

The teasing tone sent a shiver of fear down his spine.

“What’s that?” Bridget asked, rubbing her hands around her son’s chest and shoulders.

“Oh, just checking to see if Sean recalled our shower together yesterday. I surprised him by sneaking in here and pressing my tits into his back,” Whitney recounted. “And you’d never guess his first words.”

“Whitney,” Sean growled as a warning.

“Nope, it wasn’t that. He asked if I was his mother!”

“Really?” Bridget questioned. A mischievous expression formed as she glanced over at her son.

“Kinky, right? So maybe last night wasn’t the first time Lil’ Seanie fantasized about his sexy momma,” Whitney speculated. She watched in delight as Bridget playfully slapped Sean’s cheek lightly.

Next, the two blondes made eye contact. An unspoken conversation swiftly occurred. Then, before Sean knew what was happening, Bridget and Whitney switched places. This time, the glorious pair of tits pushing into his back belonged to his mother, not his classmate.

“Is this what you hoped for yesterday? Too afraid to ask for this in front of Gabby, weren’t you?” Bridget breathed huskily into his ear.

Now, it was Sean and Whitney's turn to converse silently. Both teens knew what Bridget didn't know about Sean's first MILF he'd fucked. Whitney's eyes teased a revelation, but she backed off because of his warning glare. No problem. I can save that fun reveal for another day and another door, Whitney mused in enjoyment.

Rather than expose the secret, Whitney stuck her tongue out at Sean as she reached over to grab the body wash. Only Bridget snapped her fingers in demanding the bottle.

“Remember, dear. Caregivers need to wash the patient’s hair,” Bridget instructed.

Taking the hint, Whitney nodded sharply before reaching for the shampoo bottle.

Whitney leaned forward to apply the shampoo to Sean's hair. Lathering his blond locks caused her magnificent mounds to rub this way and that way across his upper chest. Even with his eyes closed, Sean still knew she bore an impish grin whenever her upper thigh bruised against his hard cock. His mother didn't help matters as she seemed to be in competition with her younger version. Washing his back in a normal manner gave way to using her big tits rather than her hands to spread the body wash gel. Bridget even lowered herself a bit to wash his lower back with her bosom.

Losing himself in the luxury of wandering hands and rubbing breasts, Sean found himself recalling those old “Calgon, Take Me Away” commercials from when he was little. It felt like he’d been taken to soapy, titty heaven.

Catching himself drifting off, Sean slid his hands forward to grip Whitney’s hips for support. He should’ve known that wouldn’t do for the queen bee. One of her hands left his hair to drop down to show him that his hands should continue around until they found her tight asscheeks. Sean followed the order, but it left his cock uncomfortably bent against the front of her body.

Sean couldn’t keep track of which sensations on his front or back felt best. Bridget’s hands sliding up his back while dragging her tits along his skin caught his attention again. For some reason, he knew her move held a purpose.

“Whitney, could you be a doll and hand me that loofah?”

After handing it over and spotting Bridget also picking up the body wash bottle again, Whitney understood.

“Heading down? Sean’s got a nice ass. Have fun.”

The line caused Sean’s eyes to pop open. They widened further as he felt the shower gel squirt onto his butt. Next, his mom’s hands lathered the soap along that usually hidden skin.

“The girl’s right. You do have some nice buns, hun,” Bridget complimented. “Such a tight tush. I guess you get it from my side of the family.”

Whitney laughed. Then, her eyebrows rose as Sean arched his back, shoving his cock harder against his body.

“I don’t know if Sean liked or hated what you just did, but it sure got a response.”

“Really?” Bridget giggled, continuing to spread one of her son’s buttcheeks apart as she ran the loofah across the crack.

“Hmm, I think your hair is pretty and shiny enough. It's time to join Mommy down below,” Whitney announced, grabbing a different bottle of body wash before sinking to her knees. “Aww, did somebody wakey-uppy?”

“Whitney,” Sean half-growled in exasperation.

Whitney’s next move immediately unleashed a loud moan from between his lips. Its loudness caused Bridget to take notice. She stopped washing Sean’s butt to peer around his body.

“What did you do?”

Whitney explained, “I just said hi by giving a wake-up kiss to my little buddy.”

“Clean first, then suck. That’s the proper order. You should know that from the locker room,” Bridget reminded her about one of the cheer squad’s rules for fucking school athletes. “Gawd, I hope you girls don’t go ass to mouth these days.”

“Moi?! I thought you were the dirty girl back in the day, Dr. Bee?”

“Get to cleaning!”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” Whitney mock saluted.

The younger blonde shot several squirts of the body wash over Sean’s pelvis and cock. She focused on the former area initially. Deciding to play up her bratty role, she goaded Sean by whistling while performing her caregiver duties. Finished with his pelvis, she squirted another shot of gel into her palm.

“Now remember, only varsity cheerleaders are allowed to clean Dr. Sean this way. The Babybees are forbidden. They must remain outside the shower.”

“I know!” Sean snapped, sick of hearing this rule. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew better than to mess around with the younger girls.

"Uh-oh. Okay, stop that. Stay still," Whitney ordered before calling out. "Can I get a little help, Bridget? It seems Dr. Sean isn't in the mood to stay still."

“Wait, what?” Sean sounded.

Suddenly, he felt his mother’s hands wrap around his midsection, her pelvis pushing against his butt. Bridget ran her hands down his abdomen in a downward trajectory. Her hands veered to the sides, over his hip bones, and down his thighs. Then, they slid off toward the center before converging around his thick cock. The same cock that immediately throbbed between her warm hands.

“Watch it. I don’t need him blasting his spunk on my face yet!” Whitney admonished, finally able to soap Sean’s balls.

“You know, I’m feeling a bit envious of you right this second, Sean,” Harvey said, announcing his presence at the shower entrance.

“As if you’ve never—” Bridget began.

“Been in this spot before,” Whitney finished.

“True, but not with you two blonde goddesses,” Harvey replied.

Whitney rolled her eyes and head at the lame pickup line while Bridget giggled like a little schoolgirl.

“It looks as if you’ve done a thorough job of cleaning up our hero. But this girl looks dirty,” Harvey said, sliding his hands over Bridget’s hips. “Keep it up, pumpkin. I’ll handle our other guest.”

“What? Hey! I’m not babysitting Sean all day!” Whitney complained, watching as her father moved Bridget under one of the other showerheads and turned it on.

“Don’t forget to wash his legs and good foot,” Bridget reminded between playful laughs caused by Harvey’s maneuvering her by her ass.

Neither parent saw Whitney’s one-finger response.

Bridget’s laughter turned into a moan as she felt Harvey’s big dick press slightly between the tight cheeks of her ass crevice. A shiver ran through Bridget's body as she contemplated taking that dream dick of his into her tightest hole. It’s been decades since she’d down anal. Shit, that‘s not happening anytime soon. A momentarily thought crossed her mind about whether Bev ever let Harvey violate that drilling site. The thought proved fleeting as Harvey’s fingers lightly ran up her arms, causing goosebumps to form on her skin at his touch.

“Frightened that I turn you on so fast or so much?” Harvey breathed onto her shoulder.

“You should be the one scared. What’s Bev going to do when she finds out that you molested her kid sister?” Bridget shot back.

“Nah, I’ve never been sexually interested in Brandy. She’s not the sister who gets wet for me like Bedsheets. We both knew you wanted my cock," Harvey teased, knowing that the blonde standing before him liked verbal sparring.

"You're a self-conceited, cocky, arrogant bastard," Bridget stated with a smirk. Her breathing deepened as Harvey moved his chest against her back, sending her large naked tits heaving with desire.

“Damn right, he is,” Whitney grumbled, carefully washing Sean’s non-injured foot.

"And you’re a self-conceited, cocky, arrogant bitch " Harvey replied before pressing his lips firmly against Bridget’s.

“Yep, he’s got a point,” Sean proclaimed, looking down at Whitney, who immediately understood that he meant her,

“Watch it, buddy,” the younger blonde warned, mimicking a pair of scissors with her fingers in the direction of his dick.

Bridget slowly raised her arms behind her to drape them loosely around Harvey’s neck. They kissed gently once, twice, three times before Bridget’s tongue darted into his mouth as they began kissing hotly, tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. Harvey responded by stroking her stomach with his fingers.

The older blonde found it hard to fathom that she’d been so angry last night. Everything with Leo over the past several weeks, if not years, had built up a rage inside her. Yet, she barely felt any anger now. Instead, her stomach felt filled with butterflies as her whole body tingled. Crazy how I forgot so many problems can wash away due to great sex. Never again.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. I want to clean every inch of your body,” Harvey declared.

“Can your water heater handle it? Or will your cock wilt first?” Bridget challenged.

Harvey’s eyes seemed to glow with the challenge as his hunger for more of the blonde’s body grew. Licking his lips, he raised his hands up to allow his palms to slide up and over her big, heavy tits. Cupping those heaving breasts brought a flicker of comparison to Beverly’s before he squashed the thought. Those days with his first serious girlfriend were long over with that door never opening again. Too much hurt resided in that closet.

"You have amazing tits. Fucking fantastic tits," Harvey complimented, squeezing those tits with his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. He focused his attention on massaging, lifting, and pushing the pair of D-cups together. “Incredible. Just incredible. Leo’s a fucking fool for not appreciating them. And what’s he doing now while I feel up your tits?"

“Did men say the same to Willow after she dumped your ass?” Bridget responded with a smirk that reminded him of Whitney.

“You’re a cheeky little harlot, aren’t you?” Harvey bellowed, laying a few slaps down on each of the doctor’s asscheeks.

“And you love it,” Bridget stated, her blazing eyes brimming with confidence.

“You’re fucking right!” Harvey roared, spinning Bridget around to face him.

Squeals and shrieks caused Whitney to glance over again. Shaking her head in annoyance, she saw her father pick Bridget up into the air while his lips latched onto one of her hard nipples. Only when the teen saw the older blonde turn off the water and her father start walking did Whitney’s annoyance turn into voiced frustration.

“Oh, hell, no! You’re not leaving until we’re finished!”

“Sean’s clean,” Bridget said between squeals. “Watch your finger, Harv!”

“But I’m not clean,” Whitney stated, placing her hands on her hips.

“Sean can wash you, pumpkin,” Harvey assured his daughter after releasing Bridget’s nipple.

“Take care of Whitney, honey. Me and Harv need–Mmmmph!" Bridget’s next words ended in a moan as Harvey’s tongue invaded her mouth. Her nails raked down his back in response.

“Motherfucker!” Whitney screeched, watching the two adults leave the shower. “And I don’t mean you, Sean.”

"Hmmm, it looks like I'm done in here," Sean announced. "Yep, I'm squeaky clean now."

“Well, I’m not! Get to scrubbing me,” Whitney ordered.

“You know, I really shouldn’t get too waterlogged. It can’t be good for my health–”

“Messing with me is way worse for your health, Tarver,” Whitney threatened. Then, she decided on a different tactic. “You want your dick sucked or what?”

---

Whitney attacked the iron cock with gusto, taking more and more into her mouth with each sloppy, saliva-filled bob of her head. Sean’s hand rested on the top of her head, not to **** her deeper but to steady his precarious balance. A silly, goofy grin plastered across his face threatened to make Whitney **** from laughter.

With her lips stretched wide around his girth, the cheer captain attempted to block out the background noises from the other room. The two teens had moved to the bathroom after Whitney’s shower, thus allowing the grunts, shrieks, snarls, screams, and bangs from the bedroom to easily filter into their location. Plenty of dirty talk and playful insults echoed into the bathroom as well.

Sensing Sean nearing his eruption point, Whitney redoubled her efforts. Basically throwing herself forward, the blonde deep-throated his sizeable cock to its limit. The bursts of pleasure Sean felt caused him to stagger around as he threw his head back in exquisite agony.

Pulling her head back until only my mushroom head remained inside her mouth, Whitney steadied Sean with her left hand while her right hand pumped his shaft furiously. Cranking the pump rewarded her with five ropes of fresh cum that flooded her waiting mouth. Knowing how to put on a performance, the cheer captain leaned back to show off her open mouth filled with his spunk. Winking up at her savior, Whitney gulped down the whole wad of babymakers.

Spotting a dangling string of sperm that she’d missed, Whitney darted her tongue out to capture it before it disconnected from his cockhead. As she did so, Sean nearly fell over, only to be saved by Whitney’s hands grabbing his hips.

“Oh, hell, no, Tarver! You aren’t passing out on me yet. I’m not dragging your carcass out of her by myself, and we know those two are no help,” Whitney said before adding a compliment. “Still, you taste wonderful.”

Making sure Sean wouldn’t fall over, Whitney darted forward to grab her navy blue robe off the hook. She additionally grabbed a dry towel for Sean to wrap around his waist. Then, she guided the exhausted guy out into the bedroom as if he was drunk.

“Yes, oh, yes, fuck me with your big fucking dick!”

“Yep, we’re definitely changing the sheets,” Whitney declared, spotting the scene on the damp bed. She knew her dad and Bridget wouldn’t have bothered drying off first.

Bridget lay sideways on the bed, naked on her back, her big tits exposed, with her legs wrapped around Harvey’s waist as he pistoned inside of her. His big cock struck deep down each time, causing the still-married blonde to shriek in ecstasy as her sister’s ex-boyfriend fucked her silly.

“Who’s ever fucked you better? Who?!” Harvey challenged.

Whitney shook her head as she watched her father’s ass rise up and down repeatedly as he drove his cock furiously into Sean’s mother. It appeared as if Harvey gritted his teeth from the exertion of plowing at rapid speed while holding Bridget’s hands above her head on the bed, their fingers entwined.

“Who’s ever fucked you better? Who?!” Bridget shot back, mocking Harvey with his own words. The smirk on her face and the grin on his made it clear they loved spitting out these questions at each other.

The bed creaked in protest at the harsh thrusts. Whitney speculated they’d turned sideways on the bed because the headboard had slammed into the wall too many times, which would explain the loud bangs they heard in the bathroom.

“Ohhhhh, fuck me hard, baby!” Bridget squealed, her body writhing and her fingers clenching around Harvey’s fingers from the pleasure blazing through her body as he jackhammered into her like a maniac.

Whitney looked up at the ceiling, thanking the mansion back in town for its thick walls. This could get old fast. Continuing to direct Sean’s body from behind, she turned him to the left, not the right, as he expected.

"Where are we going?" Sean asked, his voice filled with confusion and sleepiness.

“Nap time,” Whitney replied, leading him toward the small alcove in the master bedroom that held the daybed. “And I’m not even going to attempt dragging you down to another room.”