Whew

Okay, now for the final part of the week. Memorial Day, which has never been a big deal for me before, but Kate invited me over for a BBQ, and I said what the Hell. Over I went, and well, you all don't want to hear about BBQ. It was just Kate and Roger and their sons Kevin and Liam, for those of you who (like I did) have forgotten the aliases I was using for them all. Seriously, I can't remember the names I give to people. I have a hard enough time with the real names. That's why I wish the search would work. Anyway...

They're very nonchalant about everything, I guess hippiness dies hard. We were smoking up right in front of Liam and Kevin, outdoors with the grill. They didn't offer any to their kids, but they didn't hide it either. I didn't get really stoned, just had a toke or two to take the edge off. I did drink. A lot. There wasn't anything but wine, and I hate wine, but I was parched, probably from smoking and the heat and being outside, so I drank probably a bottle of wine, maybe more. Being high makes it easier to drink things I don't like, and after the second glass I wasn't tasting it much anyway.

Well, stoned, drunk, and half-naked were the order of the evening. It was nice and cool, but I was still hot, so I took off my shirt after a while, lounged around in my bra and skirt. Everyone enjoyed that, to the point where Kate took off her top too, except she didn't have on anything underneath. It was a backyard barbecue, obviously, and no one could have seen. Roger had his shirt off, and Liam took his off too, but Kevin kept his on; I think he was a little shy.

We had burgers and sausage and I ate a little too much too; I've had to rein in my consumption, not really a diet, just a compensation. I think I may have an extra inch on my hips from Memorial Day, damnit. And I didn't really care that Liam and Kevin were there, started making out with their mom. I was really trashed by that point. I think the high had worn off, but I was drunk as hell.

Eventually, my bra was off too and I was up between her legs, pulling her shorts down, and fuck me if I wasn't pulling aside her panties and eating out her cunt. With her kids watching too. Didn't I tell you it was a hell of a weekend? Roger was enjoying it, and I think that Liam was too, frankly.

Eventually it got darker and obviously we were done barbecuing for the moment, so the grill was shut off and we moved inside. Kate and I headed for the bedroom, and I think Liam wanted to follow us to keep watching, but Roger intercepted, and after that I just don't know what happened. Eventually Roger was in the bedroom too, and there was more pot being smoked, although I didn't have any, and fucking commenced in earnest. If I hadn't been so trashed I might have tried to convince Roger to give me a little anal action, but as it was, he was so wound up by watching the two girls go at it that he didn't last long in Kate's vag, just pumped a few times and then shot.

He was out of the picture, just watching us go at it, and we 69ed and licked and diddled for a while, I can't really say how long.

Then we all sat around, they smoked even more fucking weed, it was insane the amount of pot they were smoking, and we all got hungry, so we went outside in the dark, totally naked, fired up the grill, had some more food, drank more wine. Honestly, how I managed to not die of alcohol poisoning is a mystery to me.

I started fooling around with a sausage, noticed Roger was beginning to have a nice hard sausage of his own, got down there and sucked it hard. Then I practically begged him, slurring and stumbling, to fuck me, which he managed to do. Kate just sat back and watched her husband railing me, outside at like 3 AM, totally naked, exposed to the elements.

He pulled out and came all over my belly; he was fucking me lying on my back on a table they have outside. Kate wobbled over and halfheartedly started to lick it up, but they both looked totally wrecked. Oddly, I was raring to go at that point, but they both wanted to hit the sack. Obviously I wasn't going to drive home; hell, I had another glass of wine after they went to bed. I asked them if I could use their computer, if I recall correctly; I may have said I wanted to look for porn. They didn't give a shit.

And then I got on their computer and blogged, the first blog about the weekend. I don't know why I didn't blog about what had just happened, except that I guess I wasn't interested in that. I was really drunk. Looking at it, I'm somewhat amazed I managed to sound so coherent.

But that's still not all. Because after I blogged, I sort of passed out on their couch, totally naked. Later, probably a few hours later, I came to, still pretty blitzed, and found Liam staring at me. He was in his underwear, and I could see he had a nice bulge in them too. He'll probably grow up to be bigger than his father, which isn't saying a whole lot, but it'll be sizable.

Like I said, I was still pretty drunk, and kind of feeling a little hung over. I staggered to my feet, not really caring what Liam was doing, and went to get a glass of water, rinsed my mouth out too, trying to get the stale wine taste out which was really making me ill. Then I came back and lay back down because I couldn't stand up any more. Liam was still looking at me in the doorway, like maybe he thought I wouldn't notice him.

Hell, I didn't care if the kid wanted to see me naked. His mom's a dish, but I'm younger and probably easier to see naked. I know that most people would find looking at their parents naked to be a turn-off, not a turn-on.

I was a little curious, and I just sort of closed my eyes mostly, and watched him out of the slits. Once he thought I was out of it again, he moved a little closer and started rubbing his cock through his underwear. I think maybe he wanted to come closer, but was too nervous. Anyway, he jacked off for a minute or so, then I guess he came, because he moved pretty quickly out of the room and I heard the footsteps go up the stairs.

Now, I was drunk, and maybe this was all a hallucination, and that's certainly what I'll say if the FBI ever investigates me. I passed out again shortly thereafter, but I must admit, I felt really sexy having Liam jacking off looking at me. It works on me; it doesn't work on other girls, but I do enjoy people finding me arousing (which, by the way, is why I'm not insulted, but rather flattered, if you write me and tell me that my blog makes you cum).

Eventually I made it home, incredibly with all my clothes on. My skirt and panties were in the bedroom, my shirt where I'd left it, and my bra on the ground near the grill. I didn't wear the bra home; it seemed like a good way to feel dirty, and I felt fairly dirty already.

So then I recuperated for a day or so, and was boring as hell. And then I had to jump back into the fray. I'm still not totally recovered; it was a hell of a week.

Strictly from the fantasy angle, I've had a few thoughts about Liam doing more than just jerking off. I was drunk enough that I might have done something foolish. It helps pass the time to think about it. For the benefit of law enforcement, it's not something I'd ever do. I do wonder about the family though; I didn't say anything about it, but I doubt it would have been a big deal, since I was fucking his mother in front of him for fuck sake. They have a family dynamic which is strange to me; it's more open than a "normal" family, but less than my own, which means that it doesn't fit into a box and I'm slightly mystified. If they'd just come out and define themselves for me, it would be easier.

So that was one heck of a week, and I hope you enjoyed reading about it. As always, I can be reached for comment in the various ways everyone should know about, including lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com. You kids are smart enough to figure that out, right?