Ben looked to Jennifer with pure lust. He didn't know why the normal rules of behaviour were different, but now Jennifer was almost naked and straddling him, and Rhonda had told Jennifer to go along with any way that he wanted to touch her. This day totally rocked!
Ben reached around Jennifer's back, and grasped her ass. Jennifer gave a slight gasp, and rocked her groin forward involuntarily, arching her back delightfully. He gave her butt cheeks a squeeze, and then traced his hands around her waist to Jennifer's front.
Jennifer was still leaning back a bit, but Ben wanted to rub his face against that marvellous rack of hers. He gently grasped her shoulders, and pulled her forward a bit as he leaned forward himself. Gently brushing her hands away from her breasts, he squeezed her breasts together around his face, and rubbed his nose in the cleavage. His cock jumped at the touch of her mammaries pressing in on his face.
He leaned back to look at Rhonda, and saw here smiling widely at him, her pupils dilated. She seemed to be enjoying this quite a bit, too: though Ben didn't quite know why.
Ben wanted to play more with Jennifer's boobs, but then thought better of it: he had been playing with her tits the whole time so far: why not uncover the one thing hidden from him so far?
Ben reached for the waistband of Jennifer's moistened panties, and tried to pull them down. He quickly realised that this would be difficult with Jennifer kneeling straddle-stance around his legs, though.
"Jennifer," he told her, "stand up so I can take your panties off."
Jennifer shook her head. "I can't. I'm not supposed to move until your sister tells me to."
Ben looked to Rhonda, who smiled evilly but shook her head. "Nothing doing, Ben. She doesn't move until I say, and I say she doesn't move yet. Work around it."
A bit frustrated, Ben looked at Jennifer's panties, and tried to pull them down far enough. They didn't want to give, and he couldn't pull them down quite far enough. He wished that he could just rip them off.
Suddenly, there was a loud tearing sound, and Ben held Jennifer's torn panties in his right hand. Jennifer started to cry.
"What's wrong?" asked Ben.
"You tore off my panties like I'm your whore," Jennifer whimpered. "Just because Rhonda told me to let you touch me anywhere you like, doesn't mean that you can tear my clothing!"
Ben sighed, and wished that Jennifer wouldn't be upset by this: he'd like her to enjoy this as much as he was. "I'm sorry, Jennifer --- but it was in the way, I couldn't do anything about it."
Jennifer wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and sniffled a little. "That's okay, it's really just a pair of panties. Besides -- it makes me feel a little horny. All of this is so strange, but so hot!"
Ben was confused by Jennifer's sudden change of mood, but rolled with it. She did look more than a little hot and bothered, now that she mentioned it. He grabbed her ass and plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed it with a pleased moan.
He snaked his hand from behind Jennifer's butt, around her thigh, and up to her muff. It was really gooey to the touch: Jennifer's plight f the past half-hour had obviously excited her. He felt excited as he felt about her nether petals, which caused Jennifer to grunt excitedly into Ben's mouth.
Ben had just inserted two fingers up Jennifer's sopping vagina when his mother walked into the room. "BENJAMIN MASTERSON DENNINGS!" she yelled. "WHAT do you think you're DOING in the FAMILY LIVINGROOM!?"
Ben tried to jump up in panic, but Jennifer was in the way: with a screech and a shout, both of them fell off the loveseat into a heap on the floor.
"What are you DOING, Bejnamin?" repeated Ben's mother.
"Er, uh, ..." Ben stammered as he got up. Jennifer looked at Ben where he stood, and the loveseat, panicked, and tried to push Ben back to sit back on the loveseat so that she could straddle him there.
"Jennifer," Rhonda said soothingly, "don't worry about it. You can move again. Just don't leave the house." Jennifer stooped, and stood to face Ben's mom.
Ben gathered himself together. "Rhonda told Jennifer to let me touch her wherever I wanted to!" he said. "I wasn't doing anything wrong!"
Ben's mom was not convinced. "That doesn't make it *acceptable* to touch her wherever you like! You may fondle here breasts whenever you like, but fingering her -- her -- her VAGINA -- in the house is lewd and unacceptable!"
Ben's mind filled with dread: while whatever Rhonda commanded and Jennifer did was acceptable, he didn't have any signs that anything unusual that he did was acceptable aside from groping Jennifer's chest. He could get into deep shit for this. "But Mom...." he complained. Rhonda sighed audibly.
"And YOU, young lady!" said Ben's mom, wheeling on Rhonda. "You can tell Jennifer to do anything so long as you respect her feelings --- but I will NOT have you encouraging Ben to treat girls like sex toys! I don't know what new-aged notions they're filling your head with at University, but that is unacceptable!"
"Mom, just calm down. Jennifer Ben and me were just having some fun..."
"Don't you talk back to me missy! If you want me to pay any more of your tuition..."
Ben looked to Jennifer, who was looking at Rhonda and Ben's mom with what looked like wide-eyed fear: she wanted to get out of this situation but couldn't go away. Ben just wished that this whole problem would go away. |