The Test
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I was a 20 year guy with 5,7 and 145pds.I looked over at my girlfriend, Nancy,
who is my weight and weighed around 140 pds. and smiled at her. "This has been
a wonderful date," I told her. "You chose a really nice restaurant, but one
that's not so fancy they forget about the food."

"I'm glad you like it, Jeff," she said. "It's always been one of my favorite
places. But when do we get to do more on dates than go places and kiss and
touch?"

"Patience, girl," I said. "Your 18th birthday is this Friday. After that
you'll be legal and we can do more, if you want to. Until then, it's a crime
for me to farther. But be sure you know what you're doing. Just because you'll
be legal doesn't necessarily mean it's wise."

"I know," she said. "But we've been going out for 3 years now, and I'm a
teenager with hormones. Girls have them too, you know, not just guys."

"I know that," I said. "But if you plan on going that far, I need to consult
your mom and make sure she's cool with it BEFORE we take action."

"You sure are old-fashioned," she replied in a mock growl. "boys aren't
supposed to think about how a girl's parents will react!"

I knew she was kidding. Her mom, Cindy, was a single parent, and Nancy was her
only child. Besides, I had a really good relationship with Cindy before Nancy
and I started dating, and wanted to make sure I didn't mess with it.

I returned with my girlfriend to her house at 9:30 p.m. sharp, just like I'd
told Cindy. "Come in, Jeff," she said. "Did you two have a good time?"

She knew the answer, of course: Nancy and I had been best friends before we
became boyfriend/girlfriend. We always enjoyed each other's company. I also
enjoyed Cindy's company: she was a wonderful person with a fascinating life
story.

She was in her early-to-mid 40's, slim, muscular, and incredibly intelligent.
wiyh 6'2,200 pds He had medium-length brown hair (Nancy's was the same color,
just longer), deep brown eyes, and always had a smile on her face. Her happy
personality was the only thing that had kept her sane.

Cindy was one of the best BSL-4 virologists in the world. This meant that she
took her life in her hands every time she went to work. She had studied and
worked with legends such as Karl Johnson, Jim LeDuc, and Tom Ksiasek, and had
learned everything about the practical side 10 years before investigating the
Ebola re-emergence in Africa. A year ago, she had semi-retired from CDC, but
was still available if her skills were necessary.

As if that wasn't enough, she also had raised Nancy almost single-handedly.
When her daughter was just 2 years old, Cindy's good-for-nothing (her words)
husband had split for parts unknown with a woman Cindy had thought of as her
best friend. He took with him $150,000 that had been in their joint checking
account and her new car. Rumor had it that the two traitors had been killed in
a speedboat accident a few years later, but Cindy, throwing herself into her
work, hadn't really cared one way or the other. She hadn't dated since then –
had sworn off men for a long while. I was her next-door neighbor growing up,
and since I was 2 years older than Nancy, I acted as friend/babysitter for a
while. As Nancy grew up, the friendship evolved and strengthened, and over
time we just naturally became boyfriend and girlfriend. I spent many hours at
Cindy's house and liked her for her devotion to her work and her ability to
care for her daughter despite long hours in the office and sometimes weeks in
the field.

"Of course we did," I said.

We sat down and spent until 10:30 chatting pleasantly, until it was time for
Nancy to go to bed. As a senior in high school, she needed to be rested for
classes the next day. I, too, had to leave, as I had classes at the local
university. I had decided to follow Cindy into virology, which meant a lot of
difficult subjects. But before I left, I informed Cindy that I needed to speak
with her in private on Thursday.

[Thursday, September 8, 2005]

"What did you want to speak to me about?" Cindy asked.

She was sitting in my living room, positioned so she could see through the
window into her den and make sure Nancy was doing her homework. "Your daughter
has expressed the opinion to me," I said, "that she would like to start having
sex with me on our future dates, now that she'll be legal. I wanted you to
know, so that if we do so it'll have your blessing."

"Come over tomorrow," Cindy said firmly, "and we'll discuss it. She'll be out
partying with her girlfriends at a show, you know."

"I know," I said. "So you'll need 24 hours to process things?"

"I never make a significant decision without thinking about it first," she
informed me, "and I want to take my time."

That sounded fair to me, so I made arrangements to be at her place at 7:00 the
next evening.

[Friday, September 9, 2005]

I arrived at 7:00, to see Cindy in a sundress and a serving platter in her
hand. "Come in," she told me. "We'll talk over dinner."

I was starving, so I agreed to this without dissent. As we settled in front of
2 plates full of food, Cindy looked at me in a long, appraising way.

"I appreciate greatly the fact that you want to consider my feelings in this
matter," she began. "I know Nancy is now of legal age. I know she's been dying
to have sex, because she's a teenager with raging hormones, and I'm sure you
feel the same way. Most people in your position wouldn't have talked to me
about it at all, let alone ask for permission. First off, understand that if
you do, it has to be consensual. If you ever force yourself on her, just
remember that I still have access to the BSL-4 labs. Secondly, you will treat
her with respect. If she willingly gives you pleasure, that's fine, but I
expect you to reciprocate. You will not be afraid to give as well as take.
Thirdly, if I find out you got her pregnant, you will wish you were dead.
Always use protection. And there's one more thing, too... but let's finish our
dinners."

After a terrific dinner, I helped her clean up the kitchen and loaded the
dishwasher. "My, you're domestic," she said half-jokingly. "Just like a good
son-in-law, to help out his wife's mother."

I laughed, because I knew Nancy and I weren't going to think about such a step
as marriage for a while yet. I liked her a lot and thought that I would end up
married to her eventually, but knew there was no rush.

We finished in the kitchen and walked back out to the living room. "By the
way," I asked, "what was the other thing you wanted to mention vis-à-vis Nancy
and I having sex?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Come sit down here and we'll discuss it."

I sat next to her on the couch. She leaned her body in close to mine. "How
good a kisser are you?" she asked.

I was beginning to get uncomfortable with the direction the evening was
progressing in, but I decided to play it straight. "I honestly don't know," I
said.

She reached for me and planted her mouth against mine. I tried to pull away.

Her quickness and strength surprised me. Before I knew what was happening, she
had grabbed me and pinned me down to the couch. When she kissed me – hard – on
the lips (again), I felt my body respond. She was certainly a good kisser.
When she finally let me up for air, she said, "OK, that's a good start."

I was still stunned by what had happened. Standing up and slipping out of her
sundress, Cindy announced, "time for test #2." She removed her bra , exposing
a still-firm pair of breasts and strapon between her legs.

"What the –" I began, but she cut me off.

"Sit down and shut up," she told me commandingly. "Do you want to have sex
with my daughter or not?"

"Uh, yes," I replied shakily.

"Then be a good boy and follow my instructions. I'm not about to let just
anyone do Nancy. You have to prove to me that you can handle it," she replied.
"Now suck on these, and make sure you do it right."

I meekly obeyed, sliding my tongue out and circling her nipple while I rolled
and pinched the other nipple gently. "Oh yes, that feels so good," Cindy said.
"Don't stop... mmmmmm..."

She had pulled off my T-shirt by this time and was running her hands over my
chest. "You're in good shape", she said. She lowered herself down to the couch
and started kissing my upper body. I felt a need to loosen my jeans as my cock
strained to break free.

Sliding her hands lower, she reached under my waistband. "What have we here?"
she said, feeling the bulge in my underwear. "I think this needs attention."
She unbuttoned the jeans pulled them off of me, leaving my briefs on. She then
began kissing my hard dick through the thin material. It felt incredibly
erotic, and the tip of my rod began to poke out the top of my undies.

"Am I heating you up?" Cindy asked. She pulled off my underwear, exposing my
throbbing erection. She started running her tongue up and down the shaft,
slowly, while she gently massaged my balls. Then she slid her tongue down
further, licking my swollen, tight nuts. I didn't think I could get any
hotter, but I did.

Showing her cock, Cindy asked me to return the favor. We got into a 69
position and I lsuckrd her cock seeking out her plastic cock She responded
with a moan and clamped her lean, muscular legs around me. . I sucked up her
cock in my deept hroat, while she sucked me deep into her mouth.

She got off me and laid down on the carpeted floor. Lowering me onto herself,
she said, "now remember, be slow and ride yourself unless you're told
otherwise." She began to thrust into me from below, while I rode her cock. Her
strongs were jerking my cock, and I began to approach a climax. Sensing this,
she got me off from her and began to suck vigorously. I emptied stream after
stream of hot cum down her throat.

We lay there, spent, and she told me, "You pass. You can have sex with Nancy
anytime, remembering the admonitions earlier." We both must have fallen asleep
on the floor.

It was the early morning and I was sleeping when I heard Nancy scream,
"MOM!!!!!"

Cindy and I shook ourselves awake to find an extremely angry 18-year-old
staring at us. "What in the HELL is going on here?!" Nancy growled.

I realized that I was naked and cindy with strapon, and that we'd better fess
up. But Cindy beat me to the punch, explaining what had happened and
concluding with, "he's so wonderful in more ways than just sex, I can't let
him go entirely. I think we should share him.I will only have strapon sex with
him while you can hive other way around"

To my surprise, Nancy agreed to this. That same day, I was installed as a
permanent resident in their house. I still reside there with two awesome
women.