"It's a pleasure to meet you," Eric Jameson said to Charlie, shaking his hand firmly. "Ellen's told me a lot about you. I know your mother well."
"Thank you, sir," Charlie replied politely, nervously. He hadn't expected her father tar be home. Ellen had called and invited Charlie over. "Mom has mentioned you, too."
"I hope to get to know your mother even better," Eric noted.
I'll bet you do, Charlie thought to himself. What the hell was Ellen up to, inviting him over when her father was home?
"Come on in and relax," Mr. Jameson invited. "I don't usually make such a special point of meeting Ellen's dates. But she talked so glowingly about you I wanted to meet you."
Charlie wondered what the hell that meant. Just what had Ellen told her father about their one date?
"It was Daddy's idea, not mine," Ellen spoke up as Charlie followed Eric Jameson into the living room. The sound of her voice startled Charlie. She hadn't met him at the door, hadn't been anywhere in sight. She was standing motionless near a door that evidently led to the kitchen. She was wearing a crisp, sleeveless white blouse, and tight white short shorts. Her feet were bare. She was wearing no jewelry. Her long red hair was neatly combed, and spilled lushly over her shoulders. Her eyes looked very bright.
"Quiet, Ellen," her father ordered. His tone brooked no argument.
"Yes, Daddy," Ellen said softly, humbly.
Charlie had the feeling there were strong undercurrents at work. Ellen had mentioned her father's disciplining her. Evidently, from her subdued manner, he had a powerful hold over her. But there were other aspects of the relationship that were puzzling. The whole thing seemed to be something other than just conventional father and daughter interplay.
"Ellen, get the refreshments, please," Eric Jameson ordered. "Sit down, Charlie."
"Yes, sir." Charlie sat down as if the man's words had poked him in the belly.
Ellen came back with a tray with two cans on it, beer for her father and soda for Charlie. There was nothing for her. As she bent to offer him the tray, her eyes caught his. He tried to read the message in them, but couldn't.
"Ellen told me about your date the other night," Eric Jameson announced after taking a sip of beer.
Charlie hid behind his drink. Everything depended on what she had told her father. Charlie wasn't about to volunteer any information. "It took some stimulation, but she finally told me what happened."
You sonofabitch, Charlie thought angrily.
"I'm telling you this so there won't be any misunderstandings or mistakes," Eric Jameson went on. "Ellen is a very special young lady, requiring very special treatment, I think you'll agree."
"Yes, sir," Charlie said quickly.
"What's more, she and I have a unique relationship. Don't we, Ellen?"
"Yes, Daddy." There was a warmth in her tone that surprised Charlie.
"Do you intend to continue to date Ellen?" Eric Jameson asked suddenly.
Charlie was startled. He hadn't even thought about it. It had never been a question in his mind. "Yes, sir, I do," he answered, thinking quickly. He glanced at Ellen. She was standing with her hands clasped in front of herself, as unmoving and expressionless as a wooden Indian.
"In that case, I think it would be advisable to let you in on our family secret. But, let me warn you, if you reveal this to anyone, Ellen and I will both deny it, and there won't be any way you can prove it. What's more, I'll swear you raped her, and she will corroborate that. Won't you, Ellen?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"In which case," her father went on before Charlie could react to the amazing threat, "you'll be in hot water right up to your ears. You follow me?"
Charlie did, and it didn't make him at all happy.
He wondered what the great "family secret" was. "Yes," he answered sullenly.
"Don't get all sullen on me," the man said gently. "When you learn what's been going on, you'll understand. If you care as much about Ellen as I think you do, my threat will have been completely unnecessary. But I have to protect us, and it seems the best way. All right?"
Somewhat mollified, Charlie nodded. He was still at a loss as to what was coming. As Eric Jameson took a swallow of beer, Charlie's gaze fucked from him to his daughter, and back again.
Her cheeks were flushing hotly and her eyes glittered strangely. Charlie didn't think she was wearing a bra under her blouse. His heart began to beat more quickly.
"Ellen and I have been lovers for over two years now," Eric Jameson announced calmly in the rigid silence.
Charlie's ears went numb. He wasn't sure he had heard right, and mentally replayed the statement in his head over and over. He thought of the conversation he and his mother had had the previous morning, after their own passionate encounter. Laughter welled up in his chest. He choked it down sharply, and sought refuge behind his can of soda.
"I said, Ellen and I have had an incestuous relationship for the last two years," Eric Jameson repeated, thinking Charlie hadn't understood.
Charlie tried to figure how the hell he should react. He had to say something. He could reveal his own incestuous relationship with his mother, but rejected the idea. He'd have to discuss that with her first. What in the hell could he say?
"Uh… yes, sir, I heard you," he managed at last.
"You aren't upset by it?" Eric asked.
How can a mother-fucker like me be upset by that? Charlie thought. He shook his head slowly. "Surprised. But not upset."
"How would your mother feel about it?"
Charlie didn't have to stop to think this one over, but pretended to, for the sake of appearances. "Pretty much the same as I do."
"I sure hope you're right."
"You want me to tell her?" Charlie asked. "Better that than have her find out herself," the man said quietly. "Yes, tell her if you think she can keep a secret. Just remember what will happen to you if anyone accuses us of it."
"I'll remember," Charlie assured him. "And I'll tell Mom that, too. That'll keep her quiet."
"Good," Eric Jameson sighed, relaxing at last. "Now, why don't you two go off and have a good time?"
Ellen spoke up with a suddenness that startled both men. "I'd rather stay here and have a good time," she said, moving away from the kitchen door. "I don't think, with two men, I'd need the paddle to get turned on. What do you think, Daddy?"
Charlie saw the open lust on the man's face, and knew his own must be just as blatant as he studied the lush, red-haired teenager.
"Why don't we give it a try," Eric Jameson said hoarsely.
"Charlie?" Ellen asked.
Not trusting his voice, Charlie nodded.
Ellen began to unbutton the high neck of the blouse. It quickly became obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Her pink nipples were rigid with excitement. She let the blouse drop away and unsnapped the waist of her tight shorts. She ran the zipper down. She wasn't wearing any panties, either! Her red muff sprang into view as she skinned the shorts down her graceful, slender legs. Her tits jiggled provocatively as she walked towards her father.
Charlie watched, his cock aching with anticipation, his eyes raking over her rounded, naked curves. She was pale flesh from tits to hips, freckled on her legs and arms and shoulders. The heavy waves of her dark-red hair brushed her shoulders. The rich redness of her pussy made his mouth water.
Bending over, she began to unbutton her father's shirt. His hands lifted and fondled her heavy swaying jugs. He let her strip his shirt back, then recaptured her boobs when she began unfastening his belt. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, pressing the hard buds into her pink areolas, then letting them spring back. His fingers dented the soft flesh of her globes. He continued lifting and massaging them as she opened his fly. His cock jutted up sharply from his lap.
"Stand up, Daddy," she said softly.
He got up. She ran his pants and underpants down, then knelt in front of him. His cock bobbed in front of her nose as she eased his feet out of his clothes. Then, still on her knees, she grasped his prick and took it into her mouth. His hands stroked her head as she sucked on his huge tool.
Charlie thought absently, as he lurched up out of his chair and began undressing hastily, that there was both a cocksucker and a mother-fucker in the same room. He hurled his clothes aside.
Weak with lust, Eric sat down awkwardly. Ellen followed him, kept her mouth in contact with his rigid dick. On her knees, her head bobbing, she sucked his prick and stroked the pale shaft with her fingers. Her red curls brushed and tickled her father's legs as she blew him. The globes of her ass seemed to beckon. Charlie advanced, his towering hard-on leading the way.
He dropped to his knees behind Ellen. She spread her legs when she sensed his intention. Between her round thighs he could see the red fuzz of her snatch. Moving up close behind her, he gripped his aching hard-on and aimed it into her cunt. He wriggled the bulbous knob into her box stroked it up and down her slit, felt her harsh pussy curls scratch him. He felt her wet, rippled twat petals sliding past the head of his prick. He nuzzled the tip of his rod into her cunt, slowly wedging her tight hole open.
Ellen took more of her father's tool into her mouth as she felt her cunt being stretched by Charlie's cock. Her posture, leaning forward over her father's bare lap, meant that Charlie had to push both forward and upward to get into her cunt.
The friction against the nerve-packed surface of Charlie's dick felt phenomenal. His cock oozed excitement as it bored upward, into her cunt. He looked down at his vanishing rod, holding onto it until his fingers were squeezed out of the way.
It looked almost as if he was ramming his prick into her asshole. But he wasn't – the opening he was in was too wet and slippery to be a bung. He knew there would be a time, soon, when he would introduce Ellen to the ecstasy of taking a towering cock up her ass. But right now, he was sinking his prick in her cunt, which was just fine. He could, by leaning slightly to one side, watch her sucking her father's cock.
Charlie humped his hips and felt the head of his prick hit the end of Ellen's cunt. His hips jammed up against her lush round butt. He grabbed her waist, drew his prick out, then rammed it back into her hole again. He felt the hot, rippled walls of her snatch slide against his knob. His balls knotted up against his body in anticipation.
Reaching around in front of Ellen, who continued to bob her head up and down on her father's prick, Charlie grasped one of her lush boobs. He also began exploring the upper end of her puffy slit. He felt where the rock-hard column of his cock entered her hole and tried to squeeze a finger in beside it, but her cunt was too tight. So he contented himself with squishing his fingers around in the pulpy folds of her pussy, and rolling the little pea of her clitoris against her pubic bone.
Ellen whimpered thickly around the prick in her mouth, and drove her head down even harder. Charlie saw she was taking two-thirds or more of the huge dong into her mouth. He saw her cheeks cave in as she sucked on the mammoth rod. He saw her jaw working as she massaged her father's prick with her tongue. Her throat working, she swallowed the saliva flooding her ravenous mouth.
She lifted her head, and more of her father's prick slid into view. It gleamed with spit, throbbed with power. The veins were distended with lust. She pushed her head back down, and the pale column slid out of sight, slid in between her working lips. Her nose was almost touching her father's light-red crotch bush. His flat belly muscles rippled as he watched his daughter suck his cock. He stroked her hair with gentle, fatherly hands.
Charlie's coming was drawing closer. He pumped his cock in Ellen's hot cunt. The unusual angle stimulated his cock more than it had ever been, except when it was fucking his mother's asshole. The sight of Ellen eagerly sucking her father's cock and the erotic softness of the tit in his hand sent his lust soaring to the flash point. He did his best to hold back, hoping that her father would come soon, would pour his load down her throat. Eric's hips were moving, shifting, thrusting, driving his dick up into his daughter's face. His body was shuddering on the brink of an orgasm. "Soon, baby," he told his daughter. "Soon!" Ellen nodded her acknowledgement and increased the suction on his prick. "Going to come," Charlie said, slamming his prick into her streaming pussy. His hips crashed against her butt. "Going to come!"
"Suck it!" Eric hissed at his daughter, pushing her head down on his enormous dong.
"Fuck!" Charlie grunted, plowing into her clinging cunt as hard as he could.
"Suck!" Eric snorted, heaving his hips upward sharply.
"Fuck!"
"Suck!"
"Fuck!"
"Suck!"
"Fucksuck!" the two of them chanted.
"Fuck!" The words erupted from their throats at exactly the same moment. Eric's hips heaved up and he held his daughter's face down on his recoiling, convulsing prick. Charlie slammed his cock into her pussy so hard her knees lifted off the floor. His groin clenched like a fist. A blistering jet of sperm blasted from his nuts into her searing cunt.
Spitted on two cocks, Ellen writhed, sucked and swallowed. Her cunt spasming, she took a double load of thick fuck juice – one in her mouth and one in her twitching cunt. Charlie kept her suspended on his spurting rod, and watched Eric's prick jerking and jetting in her mouth. Ellen's entire body shuddered as she climaxed. Her tits shivered, her rounded belly convulsed and heaved as the blush of her orgasm covered her pale flesh.
Overwhelmed by her father's huge load, Ellen choked. She pulled upward, and her nostrils flared as she sucked in air. A creamy wave of cum oozed down Eric's still-jerking shaft and pooled against the fingers Ellen had around his prick. Charlie felt Ellen's cunt clench, relax, and then clench again, wringing the last dribbles of jizz from his young balls.
Ellen smeared the overflowing sperm up her father's cock with her fingers, squeezed the thick jizz up to her mouth. She sucked it in, then carefully cleaned his cock. She slurped up the fuck juice with Epicurean gusto and swallowed it. The sight of her eating her father's sperm drew one last wringing convulsion from Charlie's prick. Then, leaving its own gooey load behind, it began to shrink.
Charlie sat back. His dick dribbled out of Ellen's flooded cunt and flopped soggily down onto his drained balls. Ellen rested her cheek on her father's hairy thigh. Her mouth was an inch from his glistening, shrinking prick. Pursing her lips, she kissed the purplish knob lovingly. Her father patted her cheek and hair tenderly.
"Oh, Daddy, I love you," Ellen purred. She looked at Charlie. "I love you, too, Charlie. Can I love both of you at the same time?"
"I don't see why not," Eric told her.
"Seems to me you just did," Charlie pointed out.
"There are other ways, though. Let's take her in the bedroom and show her a few," Eric suggested.
The three of them jostled and bumped down the hall in a tight, naked, erotic tangle. Ellen stretched out on her back in the middle of the huge bed. Eric and Charlie lay down on either side of her.
She lay there, her hair framing her delicate young face. When her eyes closed, Charlie and Eric began playing with her tits. Her chest rose and fell evenly, almost as if she were asleep. They thumbed the pert nubbins of her pink tits. They pinched and tweaked her nipples, rolled them between their fingers, pulled on them, lifted the lush mounds of her boobs.
Ellen's expression was an absentminded smile of sensuous pleasure. Charlie leaned forward and closed his lips on the rubbery end of her boob. He sucked on her jug the way he had sucked on his mother's when he was a baby. Eric Jameson did the same thing to Ellen's other tit, sucked and nursed on her as if she were his mother rather than his daughter.
Ellen's voluptuous torso shuddered and heaved as her lust built higher and higher. Her lips parted. Her fingers scratched blindly at the bedspread, tried to get a grip on it.
Eric slid one hand up his daughter's thigh and touched her hairy, pouting cuntlips. Charlie followed suit, stroked up the sleek, smooth, warm expanse of her other thigh and probed into her shielding muff. His fingers touched Eric's.
Ellen's legs slid apart. She exposed her pussy to their touch. Her hips shifted and rolled as the two men fondled her steaming, cum-damp box. Spreading her cuntlips, Charlie slid his fingers into her slit. Eric quickly followed. Their fingers tangled as they groped through her inner petals of pussy flesh. Then they competed for the hooded pearl of her clit, teasing it back and forth.
Ellen began to whimper from the seating stimulation. Her boobs heaved against their still-sucking mouths. They sucked on her nipples, drew them deep into their mouths, rasped their tongues over the nerve-loaded buds. She squirmed delightedly under their dual ministrations.
Charlie felt Eric retreating and lifted his head to see what was happening. Without a word, Eric Jameson moved down his daughter's body, then eased his hand out of her cunt. Kneeling between her spread legs, he lowered his mouth to her red-haired pussy. After parting her cuntlips carefully with his fingers, he raped his tongue into her streaming crack. Ellen heaved insanely at the incredible stimulation.
Then Ellen's passion-loosened mouth caught Charlie's attention. He struggled up onto his knees, and moved one leg over her tossing torso. Straddling her, he scrambled upward, his half-hard cock swaying over her bare chest, her throat, and then her chin. Ellen tipped her head downward, and licked Charlie's prick. A hot rush of blood flooded his tool.
As her cunt was eaten out by her father, Ellen sucked and licked Charlie's prick back to life. He took his cock by its base and held it over her mouth, bumping her nose with its tip when she licked the underside. Then he angled his rod down, watched her take the rounded knob into her working mouth. As she slurped at Charlie's slowly distending cock, her hips heaved in response to what her father's mouth was doing to her clit. She whined around the bulk of Charlie's cock.
Charlie jacked the half-hard length of his prick as Ellen bathed its head with her mouth. He loved the sight of her being degraded with the bulk of his tool, loved her expression as she allowed him to stuff his cock into her mouth. The jizz left in his prick from their earlier fucking spurted into her working mouth.
Behind him, Charlie could feel Ellen's hips heaving and bouncing on the bed as her cunt was devoured by her father. Charlie was practically sitting on her boobs as he fed her his prick. There was a shifting behind him. Charlie glanced at the mirrored closet door. Eric had removed his face from between his daughter's thighs. His chin and cheeks were glistening with her twat juice. Hooking his hands under her thighs, he lifted her legs, raised her hips off the bed, then moved forward. His fully erect cock was a bobbing, weaving lance as he moved upward.
Holding her hips up off the bed with his hands, he aimed his cock and plunged it full depth into her streaming pink hole. Charlie's cock hardened as he watched Eric gore his daughter's pussy. Ellen's lips closed around Charlie's dick as she was crammed full of her father's dang. She sucked, drawing a thick wave of blood into Charlie's rod.
She folded her legs double, and straddled Charlie, so that her father could penetrate her cunt even more deeply. Charlie hooked his hands behind her head and pulled up, so he could more effectively ream her mouth with his erect prick.
Curled into a knot, Ellen willingly accepted the brutal dual penetration of her body. She welcomed the cocks being thrust into her, and sucked and drew on Charlie's rod as her father pistoned his dick in her pussy. The cock in her mouth had recently come in her cunt, and Charlie was not about to reach his peak quickly. He felt free to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of having lips and tongue bathe his prick without having to worry about how soon he was going to unload down her throat.
Eric Jameson's staying power was evidently going to be just about as great as Charlie's. The man was energetically slamming his prick into his daughter's snatch. His body jolted hers so hard Charlie could feel it in her mouth. He was a little afraid she might by mistake slam her jaw shut on his prick. Ellen's legs kicked and waved as she was fucked by her father. If the awkwardly curled position she was in was bothering her, she gave no sign of it. Her nose flared as she breathed, Charlie's prick totally stuffing her mouth. He manipulated her head so her mouth moved up and down his cock in a fucking motion.
He was startled when Ellen opened her eyes and looked up at him. She still had his cock in her mouth. Skinning her lips back over her teeth, she touched his rod with them for a moment, then grinned lewdly, and resumed sucking his prick, resumed stroking it with her tongue. Obviously, she was enjoying the exhibitionistic aspect of the situation as much as the physical aspect. Her eyes closed slowly and her face went slack as she was ravaged by an orgasm. She sucked even harder on Charlie's cock.
Eric was panting and grunting as he pounded his cock into her cunt. "Going to do it," he grunted. "Going to do it, do it. Oh, yeah!"
Charlie felt Ellen's body jerk, then felt Eric straining against her as he poured his jizz into her spasming cunt. Ellen sucked on Charlie's cock so hard it tingled from having so much blood drawn into it. But he wasn't going to come in her mouth. He waited patiently while the jerking of Eric's orgasm and Ellen's come faded, then extracted his distended dick from her lips.
Letting her head drop back onto the bed, he grabbed a pillow and awkwardly crab walked down from her face. He pushed Eric away. Then, folding Ellen's legs so they were doubled up against her chest, he lifted her butt off the bed and eased the pillow under her. He had a striking view of her pussy. It was inflamed and soaked with cum. Bending his rigid cock downward, he drove it deep into her dripping, slippery pink hole. Ellen whined softly from the suddenness of the assault.
But it was not his primary target. He had another one in mind. She had a tighter, more clinging hole he wanted to fuck his aching hard-on into. It was already lubricated by the copious juices streaming down from her pussy. His cock slippery with cum, he withdrew it from her cunt and moved it still lower, set it against the brown pucker of her asshole.
"Ohhhhh," Ellen whined as he pressed the lip of his prick against her bung.
Eric Jameson had been watching tensely. He lurched at her mournful wail, and Charlie thought Eric was going to try to stop the buggering.
"Ellen?" Eric asked his daughter.
"It's – all right, Daddy," she whispered. "Ooh, God, it's good."
Charlie pushed inward, watching the head of his prick slowly force its way into her tight shitter. The muscular ring dilated as he increased the pressure. He gripped his cock with his fist to stiffen it.
Her breath tearing her throat, Ellen took it. Her asshole flared red, then white, then red again as she battled to let Charlie's cock enter her bung. Her head rolling from side to side, she shuddered with pleasure. Her asshole was being ravaged by his prod.
Half of Charlie's knob was in her butt now. The bulb of his prick was burning from the friction. It was pinched and misshapen by the pressure of her resisting bung. Frowning with concentration, he leaned harder on his dick and watched it bore slowly into her guts. Two-thirds of his knob was in her ass, then three-fourths. The entrance became easier as the curvature of his cockhead changed. Then he felt the ring of her asshole slip into the groove behind his knob, and the whole tip vanished into her butt.
"God!" Ellen screeched.
Charlie drove the shaft of his prick slowly up into her bowels. His cock skin wrinkled from the friction as he drilled into her tight asshole. He could feel a stretching and tugging near his cockhead. It was a delectable stinging feeling. It felt as if the slit at the tip of his dick was being tugged open as he pistoned it up into her butt.
"Sodomy," Eric Jameson muttered.
"Don't bother me with details," Ellen moaned. "Oh, Daddy, it feels so good. Daddy, don't let him stop. Don't let him stop."
"I won't, baby. If it's what you want, I'll see that you get it."
"Let me suck you, Daddy," Ellen whispered hoarsely. "Let me suck your cock and get it hard so you can do if, too."
Before Charlie had his cock halfway into Ellen's butt, she was sucking her father's prick, preparing him for the same act. Charlie felt her bung spasming around his tool as he forced his way up into her guts. He watched his shaft vanish into her ass, then settled his hips against her taut butt and rested for a moment. With her legs spread, doubled up against her torso, her cunt was a vivid gash. Charlie touched her twat lips, probed her cunt, stirred his fingers in her dripping pussy. He drew his cock out of her butt, then rammed it back in. The inside of her ass felt like greasy velvet, hot greasy velvet. He stroked the inflamed length of his prick into her clinging bung.
Eric had his back to Charlie, was straddling Ellen's chest the same way Charlie had earlier. Glancing in the mirror, Charlie saw that Eric's dong was stiffening quickly. It would soon be stiff enough to ream her butt out.
It was just as well. Charlie was about to come. He humped his dick into her clinging asshole. Drawing back, he felt the skin of his cock pull on the base of his organ. Driving back into her butt, he felt the skin tug on the tip of his prick. The nerve-patch on the underside was almost at the flash point from the exquisite friction of her tight shitter. The cum in his balls was seething impatiently as he buggered the girl ravenously. He pumped in her asshole again, and felt his nuts haul up tight, cock themselves for the eruption. He drew out and felt his whole body knot. Then he fucked back into her asshole and began hosing her bowels with steaming jizz. He was pumping against an exquisite back pressure never found in a cunt. His sperm spurted into her ass in thick, heavy gobs, his muscles aching delectably as they strained to unload every drop of his creamy spunk into her clinging butt.
He was a searing tower of pure ecstasy. His whole body knotted, every muscle helped. Charlie clung to his pleasure for as long as he could. Finally, he fell back away from her. His tool lost strength and the pulsing of her asshole drove it out.
He fell back onto the bed, and rolled to one side. Then he watched as Eric Jameson aimed his saliva-slicked cock into Ellen's oozing bung, and filled her ass with his big dong. Charlie watched, exhausted, as Ellen welcomed her father's buggering tool into her guts. Charlie remembered he had cornholed his own mother, and reflected that incestuous ass-fucking was getting to be a pretty common occurrence.
Wrapping her arms around her thighs, Ellen folded herself into a tight ball so her father could get his cock balls deep in her ass. She shuddered in the throes of an overwhelming orgasm, her body burning with lust, gleaming with sweat. Her father pounded his prick into her ass furiously.
It all happened so quickly! One minute Eric was easing his prick into Ellen's bung, and then she was coming. Now he was leaning hard against her. His buttcheeks knotting, he pumped jizz into her twitching asshole. She thrashed wildly, her legs quivering and jumping as she was consumed by the unholy orgasm.
Eric leaned on his daughter for a long time, then pulled back. His cock slithered out of her well-fucked shitter. Her abused muscle contracted reluctantly, a pearly driblet of sperm oozing from the puckering bung as it sealed herself. Ellen straightened her legs and stretched out on her back on the bed. She was breathing heavily, and her face was beaded with sweat.
"I hurt," she announced softly.
Eric got up and went into the bathroom. He returned with a tube of hemorrhoid medicine. "Roll over, honey," he said softly.
Weakly, Ellen obeyed. He covered her abused asshole with the anesthetic cream.
"Think we hurt her inside?" Charlie asked nervously.
Eric shook his head. "No, but we'd better let her rest."
"I've got to get home anyway," Charlie noted, glancing at the clock.
"Welcome to the family," Eric said, after seeing Charlie to the door.
"Thanks," Charlie replied. He felt a warm affection for the other man.
Deliciously exhausted, he started home, hoping his mother didn't have any erotic plans for the next day or so.