There was an implied threat but that was overshadowed by his promise to give me new thrills.
"Oh yes. I will be a good student. Can we have sex again now?"
"You must know my dick has to get hard first."
"Oh yes! It is three times as big when it is hard. It got hard from my dance. Would you like me to do it again? I could even do it naked."
"No. We have done that. You liked having me lick your pussy. Didn't you?"
"Oh yes. I have never felt anything so wonderful."
"It feels good to me too. Why don't you lick and suck on my dick?"
That seemed gross but he had licked my pussy so it seemed only fair.
"Okay. I'll find a washcloth to wash it first."
"No. I didn't wash your pussy."
"But it is gross. It has my blood and sticky stuff on it. I don't want to."
"Alright. Get dressed. It is time to take you home."
"No! No. I'll do it with it dirty."
It wasn't as bad as I feared. It just left a salty taste in my mouth and it was thrilling to see it grow until I could no longer get all of it in my mouth. Then he laid on his back so I could sit on it to feel it slide into me slowly. I loved the position because I could move to make it rub and stretch my whole channel while he fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples.
He lasted a long time and as I started into orgasm I asked him to pinch harder and pull on my nipples. The pain just seemed to lead me to a higher plateau.
When he took me home I was wonderfully relaxed and slept like a log.
The next morning he came over to our place in his rented car and charmed the pants off my folks. When she invited him to lunch he raved about her cooking and told Dad how lucky he was to have such a lovely wife and daughter.
My Dad was a machinest and when he showed Bill some of his miniture engines Bill said he was a genius.
As a capper he told them our little farm was charming and offered to take us up in his airplane to take aerial photos of it.
He had a weird effect on Mom. She always dressed plainly and was just wearing a baggy house dress when he came but when he said we would go flying she went to our laundry room and came back wearing a pair of my short-shorts and a half shirt that bared her stomach below her navel. Both were too tight for her and I knew she could not be wearing panties under the shorts because she wore old-fashioned panties that went above her navel and ther was no bulge in the shorts to indicate she had rolled them down.
She looked great but I was shocked since it was so out of character.
"Mom! Are you going out in public in that outfit?"
"Don't I look good? I thought I would let Bill know how you would look at my age."
"No. You look great. I have just never seen your tummy before."
Bill said, "She looks fantastic I will be very proud if Sue looks that good when she is thirty."
Mom blushed and said, "Flatterer. I am almost forty."
She was forty-one but I saw no reason to mention it, especially when Bill grabbed our waists to push us together to tell Dad we looked like twins.
Dad looked a little embarrassed but had to admit we looked great.
Mom loved the attention. She pulled back her shoulders to push out her breasts. The bumps her nipples made in the t-shirt told me she had not just taken off her panties but also her bra.
I felt I was in competition with her since she was getting so much attention from Bill and Dad so before we left I told them I had to go to the bathroom and took off my bra then tied a knot in the front of my shirt to get the shirt as close to the base of my boobs as I could and tight enough to make bumps with my nipples.
I was amused to see her tie hers too when she got in the car.
The airplane ride was great. He said his plane was a Cessna 310 it had two engines and was really pretty. Mom and Dad got their pictures and we went back. I know Mom was sorry it was over but I was desparate to be alone with him.
As soon as we left home in his car he told me to take off my shorts.
"Oh no. I couldn't. Someone might see me."
"That is what makes it interesting. Are you refusing me?"
I was sure he would take me home so I did it.
He immediately went on the freeway then passed huge trucks real slow making the driver curious enough to look down on us. I clamped my legs together and bent over to hide but he said.
"No. Don't hide! slide forward on the seat and open your legs."
It should have been super embarressing but the fact he ordered it relieved my conscience and I began to get excited. By the third truck I had moved my head closer to the window so I could see the astonished then happy looks on the driver's face.
Eventually he tired of the game and took me to a motel for glorious sex. That started a precedent. From then on I had to earn sex with some humiliating act. I was more than willing because I was addicted to orgasms and could no longer get satisfying ones from masturbation.
He decided to play the freeway game again but decided my pussy hair hid me. He shaved it all off before we left to the freeway. I was really obscene then because the drivers could see my pussy open when he pulled on my thigh but it was alright because seeing the excitement I could cause on the driver's faces excited me and it seemed the more erotic I became brought on even greater sex.
Eventually he wanted to put his dick in my rectum which I thought would be the ultimate sacrifice but I found I really liked it especially since it allowed him to use his fingers on my nipples and clit.
The two weeks he was to stay seemed to be over in a day. I was desolate when he left certain that he had his pick of girls at his town and I would never see him again. My only hope was that he asked for my and mom's shoe and clothing sizes so he could send presents.
I cried for days. Mom tried to console me by saying he had promised to call and would but I didn't believe it. By then I had elevated him to the status of a God and was sure he could do much better than me.
That night he called but he talked to Mom. She ran up to my room to tell me that he had called to say there was a country club ball at his town. It was to be very nice and in hopes that we would come he had bought clothes for us to wear that would arrive the next day. Mom and I were really excited but Dad said he would feel out of place in a country club and that we could go without him.
When the package arrived Mom and I excitedly ripped open the package to reveal two beautiful black cocktail dresses and a note that said, "Since you look like twins you may as well dress like them."
Along with the dresses were tiny uplift bras that just supported our boobs under the nipples, tiny panties that were just elastic strings to hold a small black lace triangle. sheer black stockings, a lace garter belt and black pumps with real high heels.
We tried everything on together and I never felt so close to her. It was like we were sisters or good friends rather than mother and daughter.
The dresses were real short and low cut with a heart shaped cutout with the top of the heart at the base of our breasts and the point so low Mom had to shave off some of her pussy hair so it wouldn't show. I talked her into shaving all of it like mine. I don't know how she explained it to Dad. They were really sexy but Mom said rich people were obviously more sophisticated and they would be wearing dresses like these just like movie stars. Mom said that it would be better if Dad didn't see them even though they were obviously expensive and we looked great in them since he was so conservative. That put us in a conspiracy that made us even closer. I suggested that we go to a beauty salon to get identical hairdos.