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Joe and Katrina had one more night together in Dublin. Where he took her around the world so to speak at her insistence, depositing cum in pussy, mouth and rectum. Talking after. Exchanging poetry late into the night. Neither slept much before the early morning flight to Amsterdam for the final show of the European tour.
Joe spent the morning after their arrival catching up with sleep. Moe and Chandi joining him around noon bringing brunch. Liang needing to head home earlier. The three made love, toured Amsterdam some, then spent the night making love again. The next night Eddie and Rhonda wowed the full house at a cool concert hall called Melkweg, Milkmaid in Dutch. Joe left early the next morning waking from a full bed of lovers. Even including Katrina. Quiet talk before exhaustion took him. Sex not on the agenda. The ladies waking before he could slip out. He actually wanted them to. Each got a hug and kiss.
“Can I go with you?” Katrina pleaded.
“When’s your flight?”
“Later, but I don’t mind.”
“Okay.”
It was a long, tearful embrace and kiss. The tears exclusively Katrina’s, but Joe felt sad too.
“I’ll miss you,” he said.
She just nodded and watched him depart through the gate.
He was greeted with a hug and kiss by Celia when he exited customs in Singapore. Though he was accustomed to it, he was surprised when a limo brought them to Celia’s mother’s home. “My stepfather’s rich,” she explained.
They arrived at a small bungalow near the ocean. “Houses are bloody expensive,” Celia said. “My step father couldn’t afford anything better. He’s rather fond of the house because of the woman inside it.”
They basically snuck in. Too late for mother to wait up. Celia nuked a bowl of satay and rice, and sat on his lap while he gobbled it up. “Help me,” she said when they entered her small bedroom. She grabbed one side of the double mattress, so he grabbed the other, setting it onto the floor. “Squeaky springs,” she smirked.
Once done she stripped quickly, Joe not far behind her. She led him between her thighs and aimed his cock into her damp pussy. After kissing upon his entering her fully, his mouth moved to her pert nipples. She pulled a pillow over her mouth to quiet her moans. He removed it gently and used his mouth to mute her. Until she arched and groaned his name a little loudly, but probably not too loud, and he continued his medium tempo hard thrusts, finding his release not long after.
Once recovered, with Joe flipping them over, Celia winked at him and moved down his body. Taking his penis into her mouth and reviving it. Joe nudging her to straddle his mouth. Keeping her at a high plateau without making her cum. Then, once he was hard, she sank it inside her, facing him. Her ride soon edged her to orgasm and over, Joe mostly letting her find it and enjoying the bouncing of her small, resilient tits, until her climax was reached and she used his mouth to muffle her moans.
Her cunt lifted off his erect cock. “Doggy style,” she requested. Joe complied. He fucked her steadily at the medium tempo they seemed to favor until her ass moved faster against his thrusts and he speeded things up and his pelvis slapped against her perfect ass, concentrating on the friction and little else until he released into the latter stages of her final orgasm.
She lifted up and bent her head for a sweet, gentle kiss. His hands held her there while caressing her torso. A loving backwards embrace of a sort. When his penis slipped out, it ended. They carefully descended to the mattress, Joe spooning behind his lover as they relaxed into sleep.
Joe awoke alone to the sounds of domesticity outside the door. He put on shorts and a t shirt. It was hot outside. And exited the bedroom.
And paused seeing Celia’s mother. Tall for an Asian. Still on the slim side. Elegant. Exotic. The mix of native Indonesian with the dominant Chinese gave her a unique but undeniable beauty.
“Beautiful, isn’t she,” Celia smirked. “Mother meet Joe.”
The woman hugged him. “Thanks,” she murmured.
“You’re most welcome,” Joe replied.
“Call me Kali,” she told him. “Waffles?”
Joe chuckled. “Always. Kali as in...”
“The Hindu goddess,” she said, her English impeccable, with an accent a mix of Chinese and British. “My parents had a sense of humor.”
She added sausages or bangers to his plate. He enjoyed his most occidental breakfast. “What are your plans?” she asked.
“Perhaps some time on the beach?” Joe suggested.
“You will need some protection,” she told him. “The sun can be intense.”
“Of course. Your husband?”
“On one of his business trips,” she sighed. “Probably fucking his secretary. Or one of the whores his clients provide. He’s virile and loving when he gets home, so I don’t mind.”
“And does he give you the same leeway?”
“No. But I don’t mind.”
“Mother has always been monogamous,” said her daughter.
“One man is enough,” Kali shrugged.
“Was he here... ?” Joe started.
“I met him,” Celia smiled. “He’s a tough, masculine man, but sweet.”
“He is,” Kali agreed. “Barely noticed how sexy my daughter is.”
“He noticed,” Celia chuckled. “But made it clear he would never cross that boundary.”
“He talked to you about it?” her mother asked.
“Yes. I think because of my past. I’d been around businessmen like him. He even apologized for them.”
“He has kids?”
“A couple” said Kali. “Boy and girl. The girl used the room you are in until she was old enough for University. Smart girl.”
“She’s at Harvard,” Celia added. “Business school.”
“Unlike her brother who’s a bit of a surfing bum. Enjoys the waves and the girls. He’s a buff, good looking kid, so the girls are no problem. His father isn’t happy with his choice. Even with his daughter being the one to eventually take over the business, he’d have been happier with the son.”
“The macho thing,” said Joe.
“Yes. Exactly. They don’t talk, but the boy talks with me. I’ve been his mother. Before me, there really hadn’t been a maternal influence. We’re close. He’s quite bright, like his sister. He’s made some successful surf movies. Been trying to get funding for a full length film. A spy movie with smuggling set in the surfer milieu. He wrote the screenplay and wants to produce and direct it.”
Joe couldn’t help laughing. “Has he seen Point Break?”
“What’s that?” Kali asked.
“A surf movie with an FBI mole infiltrating a bunch of bank robbers.”
“I don’t know. So it’s been done?”
“Very successfully. But that might not be a bad thing. What language would it be in?”
“He’s looking for funding from Hong Kong.”
“So Chinese.”
“I’ll ask him. Point Break?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll ask him.”
They finished eating and headed to the nearby beach. Beautiful and busy. Joe felt the intensity of the sun and used the strongest PF to protect his skin, enjoying applying it to Celia in her barely concealing red bikini, and truth be told Kali with more coverage but with a lot of skin available. She teased him with a wink. And she noticed his bulge in his trunks. But beyond that, they kept things appropriate.
After swimming and Joe body surfing, they headed back. Showered individually. Dressed and sat in the living room and talked.
“How did things go with Katrina?” Celia asked him.
“A lot better,” Joe said. “She wanted to stay with the tour, but we kept it with her leaving it after Amsterdam.”
“You agreed?” Celia asked.
“I suppose I convinced her. She wanted to join me in New York, and I let her know I planned to be in LA for a little while. I think if that hadn’t been the case, I would have agreed. We’re actually collaborating.”
“She’s doing the translations of your poems.”
“Something else. When we’re together we trade poems. She reads hers and I read mine. I don’t understand the Spanish, but enjoy her words. She likes what I’ve been writing during the tour and suggested a collaboration called the Tour, where we combine the poems, she translating mine and Consuela translating hers.”
“Celia told me of your several women,” Kali said.
“I love your daughter,” said Joe.
“I understand. I understand she’s rather fond of some of your women.”
“With Ginny especially. And my official wife, Esther.”
When the mother looked away, Joe mouthed “Eddie?” and Celia shook her head. “We talked about Ginny coming here with me,” Joe said out loud, “but she had a show later in the week in Amsterdam.”
“There probably wouldn’t have been any room anyway,” Celia giggled.
“Are you okay with Celia’s sexuality?” Joe asked Kali.
Kali waved it away. “Loving is the only important thing. As long as you treat my daughter the way she deserves.”
“I promise.”
“And speaking of room, don’t you worry about keeping quiet. I will enjoy the sounds, and have a good imagination, and you are quite the handsome man.”
“Thanks,” Joe blushed.
“If my husband were here, even better. Rev up his engines,” she winked.
“Mom,” Kali muttered.
Joe laughed.
They continued chatting until Kali decided to make dinner. A delicious, hotly spiced curry which Celia helped her with. Kali insisted Joe stay away.
Afterwards the talk continued. More drinking too. They finished a very nice bottle of scotch and started another. They all got a bit drunk, especially the mother. Her flirting intensified, so that when Celia helped her into bed, she pouted.
Joe and Celia may have been drunk, but the lovemaking remained loving. Slow and gentle. “Any other man...” Celia started the conversation that continued through the loving.
“I know,” Joe said. “She’s still a sexy woman.”
“And drinking makes her horny.”
“I noticed.”
She pulled him into a kiss which lasted a while. “Does she drink a lot?” Joe finally asked her.
“Not at all when it’s just the two of us. She seems to match drinks with her husband. I had to escape to the beach both nights he was here. Which was actually nice.”
“We could do that.”
“I prefer where you are,” she giggled giving a brief thrust upwards.
“Me too,” Joe chuckled. “Tomorrow?”
“I thought we’d investigate the city tomorrow. Stay at a hotel. Have more privacy.”
“Your mother doesn’t mind.”
“I do. But we’ll give her a thrill.”
They didn’t right away. The making love continued. And the conversation. Eventually, inevitably, things sped up. She didn’t hide her moans when he went after her nipples with mouth and fingers. Those and his faster and more aggressive thrusts brought forth his name in a blissful yell. His grunt came soon after, filling her pussy with his cum. Moments later, they heard loud moans nearby and laughed.
They spent a couple days and nights in the city. Lovemaking more comfortable, intense and louder. He found Singapore crowded, fascinating and repressive. Though the repressiveness made it one of the most pristine cities he’d ever seen. He liked his cities to have some dirt. Some texture. Nevertheless, it was interesting.
They did end up back at the house, spending hours on the beach at night, which was profoundly lovely. Too many people around to make love, though both of them wanted to.
The last night, the stepfather returned. Joe’s first impression was a tough guy. A goon even. But that soon disappeared. The man was intelligent and warm. His love for Kali obvious. Joe got a sterner warning from him regarding his step daughter, to which Joe of course proclaimed his protection and love for her. That night Joe and Celia made love loudly and freely. Parallel noises coming, so to speak, from the next room. It could almost have seemed like a contest, except Joe was a relentless lover, and so, it appeared, was Celia’s stepfather. Whether their sounds inspired the older couple’s enjoyment, Joe never knew. But it didn’t inspire Celia or him. Both were absolutely focused on each other’s pleasure.
Hugs and tears between mother and daughter at the airport. And promises for Celia to return, and permission from Joe for the parents to come to New York. He noticed the stepfather tearing up a little when he embraced his stepdaughter. And chuckling when he sniffled when the embrace ended. Joe thought that expressive of the warmth of the tough guy.
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