Holidays with the McDowells Chapter 2

 Holidays with the McDowells

Chapter 2
by Noopster.

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It's the next morning now, Lily is sitting down at the breakfast table in her striped pajamas, waiting for her boyfriend to join her. She crawled into his bed last night, holding back tears of shame and guilt, hoping, praying, that he wouldn't wake up and ask her why she was so upset and sleeping with her street clothes still on. But Charlie was indeed a heavy sleeper, and he had woken up late in the morning, without a care in the world, suspecting nothing about what his gorgeous girlfriend had been up to after he had gone to bed.


He is taking too long. Sitting there by herself, Lily can't help but go over what happened in Mr. McDowell's bedroom. She feels so dirty and stupid, and she has no idea how her boyfriend would react if he ever found out. She takes the first bite out of her blueberry pancakes and then she hears him come into the kitchen and lean in to kiss her cheek. She smiles and closes her eyes, turning her head to meet his lips with hers. His smell is nice but unfamiliar. He startles her by grabbing the back of her head to kiss her harder. Surprised by such ardor at such an early hour, she reciprocates, even though something about it feels odd. When her lips part his tongue comes thrashing around in her mouth and that too feels strange. She opens her eyes to realize it is not Charlie but his Father whose tongue she's enjoying. There is a brief moment of panic before she pulls back, and all of the delectable sounds and smells and sensations of last night's encounter come rushing at her like someone just emptied a bucket of water on her head. The kiss breaks, but his face is still so close to hers, and his lips are right there, almost brushing against hers.

"Good morning, dear," he says very softly while his thumb caresses her flushed cheek.

"Good--" she can't finish because his mouth is on top of hers again. She's fully aware of what's happening now and yet she barely resists before her lips open to welcome his tongue back in. His tongue massages hers, and in her mind she hears a voice yelling for her to stop, to push him away, but all she does is raise her chin and turn slightly to the right, keeping and eye out to see if Charlie is coming while his Father makes her wet with nothing but a kiss.

"G-Good morning," she blurts out with the wind taken out of her once the kiss ends, looking straight down at her plate with her cute face as red as a tomato. Her tone is sweet and polite, even though inside she's angry at him for taking such liberties. Who does he think he is to just walk up and kiss her like that? And why didn't she push him off? Why did she let him...?

Her heart is trying to beat out of her chest as she realizes how wet she is. Just a kiss and she's all wet like that. She wonders when was the last time that happened and realizes she's way more furious with herself than him.


"Mr. McDowell..." she begins, and they both notice the shakiness in her voice right away, "I think we should talk about--"

"Please, dear, call me Malcolm," he says nonchalantly.

"I-- Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea, but what happened last night--"

"Oh did I miss something interesting last night?" Charlie chimes in as he walks into the kitchen, causing Lily's already pale skin to match the color of the snow outside. Malcolm and her exchange a knowing look, his confident smirk in sharp contrast with her mortified frown.

"Oh it's nothing son, your lovely girlfriend here just had a little too much to drink last night and knocked on my door by mistake. When I opened and realized she'd lost her way in this big, old house, I sent her down to your room. It appears that she's still pretty embarrassed about it, even though I've already told her many times that she absolutely should not be."

"Uh... yeah, that was... really dumb of me," Lily adds, fake-laughing while shaking in her seat.

"Aww, babe, it's fine. It's not like anyone's gonna think you were trying to be my Dad's Christmas present."

Lily turns to her boyfriend with righteous fury in her eyes, "Charlie!" she yells, and out of the corner of her eye she can see Malcolm chuckling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That was in poor taste, I apologize."

"My son's sense of humor can be improper at times, as I'm sure you're well aware of. Oh look, our other guests decided to join us."

The mothers have arrived at the table. They greet the family with tired eyes and weary movements, yet their smiles and general disposition seems to be as cheerful as it was the night before. Lily thanks the heavens when the conversation turns quickly to safer and more ordinary subjects, like the activity that Mr. McDowell has planned for that afternoon. He wants to take them on a quick hike through the woodland that's to the west side of the mansion so they can visit the small creek where he likes to go fishing during the summers.

They all seem to love the idea, and no one notices that Lily's plate is still full of pancakes when breakfast is over.

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"My God, look how huge those branches are! And the birds singing... This place is wonderful."

"I'm glad you like it, Jill," Malcolm says as he continues advancing swiftly up the dirt path that leads to the creek. Charlie and him have been leading the group, with Lily walking silently behind them and the two older women struggling to follow.

"It's breathtaking, really," Lily's mother continues, panting with exertion as she wills herself to take another step uphill.

Mary stops and her hand looks for a tree to lean on. "I think what's taking away our breath might be all of that wine we had last night," she says, gasping for air, "I thought you said this would be a quick walk, Malcolm."

"Yes, well, I might have underestimated your capacity for emptying a bottle of wine. Or several."

"Or you could have told us you had death march planned for today and--"

"Alright you two, don't start."

"I'm sorry, Charlie, we should know better than to argue in front of our guests. I'm just not feeling well, that's all."

Lily's mother, visibly exhausted, wipes the cold sweat from her forehead and says, "I hate to be a nuisance but I think I need to lay down..."

Father and son look at each other, while Lily keeps staring off into the distance.

"Son, why don't you help the ladies get back to the house and Lily and I will keep going. We can try this another day when they're not as... dehydrated."



The actress suddenly turns her attention to the group, "Oh, I don't think that's necessary, I can go back with them, feeling a bit tired myself and--"

"That's nonsense, Charlie often brags about what a fit, healthy girl you are. I'm sure you could run laps between the two spots many times without feeling a thing."

"You should really go with him, babe. The creek is gorgeous. You'll absolutely love it."

"But I--"

"Can we go now, Charlie?"

"I'll see you back at the house, babe. Have fun!"

Lily's hand extends as if to stop them from leaving and her mouth opens to no sound. They're already going and the crunch of their snow boots on the ground becomes fainter with every second.

"Come on, let's get going," Malcolm says as he starts going uphill again. Lily stands still for a while, fists clenched tightly as she gathers the courage to address what is needed. "Mr. McDowell, we really need to talk," she says when she catches up to the old man.

"Let's talk then."

"Okay, look, last night... It was all a terrible misunderstanding."

"Was it now?"

"Yes! It was! A-and... I think you might have gotten the wrong impression--"

"And what about this morning, when I kissed you?"

Lily's caught off guard, she's about to say something but can't come up with a good excuse and falls silent. The two of them keep walking in silence for few more minutes, and then there it is, the quaint little creek, surrounded by trees and tufts of brown grass poking out of the white snow.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

The gentle sounds of of the calm waters and the birds singing from the top of the trees should be soothing, but Lily's heart is restless. "...Yes, it's very pretty," she replies as they walk up to the little wooden shed where Malcolm keeps his fishing implements. He brushes off some of the snow covering the door handle and opens it.

"Can I ask you a question, Lily?" he says, going straight for a metal toolbox sitting at the bottom of the shelf.

"Uh... yeah, yes."

"Have you ever cheated on my son?"

"What?! No! Of course not!"

"Ah, but you slept with me, didn't you?"

"But it was a mistake, I thought--"

"Yes, yes, you thought I was him. But the fact remains that you did. So why don't you consider that cheating?"

"B-Because..."

"Because these are special circumstances, I understand. You're a good girl, Lily, I can tell you're not the kind of person who would hurt my son. You love him, I love him too, so it's in both our best interest that he doesn't find out about us."

"Us? There's no us, I'm sorry but you can't take advantage--"

"Hold on just a minute," he says, turning to address her directly for the first time. Raising his voice, he continues, "You climb into my bed, completely naked, you grab me and beg me to put my seed inside of you. Then you let me put my tongue in your mouth at the breakfast table, knowing fully well that my son, the man you love, could arrive at any moment. And now you have the nerve to tell me there's no Us?

"I just... I don't know what got over me, but this isn't something that I want. I can't--"

"Listen to me, you little minx," Malcolm says, he isn't yelling, yet his stern tone is enough to make her feel tiny and unsure. "You are a guest in my house, and I do not take kindly to your accusations. I have done nothing but treat you kindly, and what you call taking advantage I call making sweet love to a young woman who was literally begging for it." His manly voice resonates over the cold, hard landscape, and his slim, upright figure somehow feels more imposing than the tall trees surrounding them. When he talks to her like that she feels like a child again.

"I... I'm sorry, I misspoke. What I should've said is that, well, what happened... It was my fault. I was in your bed and I... I can understand how you might've gotten the wrong impression."

He chuckles. "Is that so?"

"It is! Mr. McDowell, I love your son, I really do, and I would never do anything to hurt him. If I had known--"

"Let me ask you something else, dear." He moves closer, and the weight of his gaze causes her to take a couple of steps back, until her back is resting against the trunk of a big oak. "Last night, when you were writhing in my arms and I was inside of you..." the words lands like bombs as he keeps getting closer. It's so strange to have such an intimate, delicate conversation in such an open space, not a wall in sight to hide behind. "You said, 'Cum inside of me, I wanna know what it feels like,' or did you not?"

Lily blushes and looks down at the snow-covered ground upon hearing her own words thrown back at her, her pretty face glows as red as a Christmas sphere as she nods with guilt.

"So I take it you've never let my son do that to you?"

"No..." she says, and when he grabs her chin and makes her look him in the eyes she feels compelled to add, "You were... my first."

A big, satisfied grin covers Malcolm's face and, even with all the layers keeping her warm, Lily feels naked already.

"Interesting," he says while his hands move to unzip her green jacket. Frozen and shaking, Lily watches his hands work the zipper down and then move under her sweater to find the warm skin of her waist. She shivers at the coldness of his touch, "Please... don't... your son... if he ever found out..." His hands are getting warmer as they travel up her stomach and around her back, and so is she. "He thinks the world of you..." Her bra comes loose.

"He won't," Malcolm says just as his thumb rubs the little pink nub under her sweater. "Because you're not gonna tell him anything, are you?"

Lily's only answer is a cute little moan. She looks up at the sky as her boyfriend's Father starts unbuttoning her jeans. The cold air suddenly hits her exposed bottom like a spank from an invisible hand, and she gasps when her pants and underwear are pulled down and bundled around her thighs. "I said, are you going to tell him anything?" He teases her with a patient, steady finger that just barely grazes her labia, sending shivers through every inch of her body.

"N-no..." she whimpers, feeling the very tip traveling up her slit.

"That's right, you won't. You'll be a good girl and keep this between us, won't you?"

The tip finds her opening and she squirms against the hard tree trunk, but then it stops right there and he insists, "Won't you, Lily?"

Every microsecond with that finger just resting there feels like an eternity. She pushes her hips forward, craving his touch, "I will."

"You will... what?"

"I'll be..." the fingertip moves slightly, "...a good girl."

The finger pushes inside, and a rush of pleasure come with it. He pulls it back slowly before sliding it in again and taking it away once more. Then another finger joins it and she has to bite down on her lip, feeling her pussy stretching around his middle and ring finger while he tells her to lift her sweater. Lost in the throes of lust, Lily does as he commands, exposing her tiny little tits to the harsh weather.

"You're so sexy," Malcolm tells her, holding her lower back with his free hand, admiring those perky tits covered in goosebumps and the way her flat tummy undulates as her hips keep moving back and forth, humping the hand that slowly and steadily continues to pleasure her cunt.

"Tomorrow I'm gonna come looking for you," he says, moving his thumb to caress the neatly trimmed bush of dark pubes above her slit, "and when I do, I want you to be a good girl, like you're being right now, you understand?"

"O-Okay..." she sighs, and the thumb moves to cover her little clit, and softly presses down on it. Panting with excitement, Lily closes her eyes and feels him taking her hand and leading it to his cock. Ducks quacking in the distance barely register as he starts to drawing little circles around her clitoris, teasing it with the patience and expertise acquired throughout many decades. Lily wonders how many beautiful women those hands have brought to climax over the years, and she feels lucky to be one of them. Her right hand moves up and down his shaft, doing everything it can to return the favor, but what he's doing to her is too delicious, too overwhelming and she can barely keep up. Malcolm doesn't seem to mind and suddenly he pulls her in, Lily gasps loudly as his two fingers plunge deep, curling inside her pussy in a come hither motion that sends her over the edge. When he starts suckling on her right breast she can't help but let go of his member and hold on to his head and he switches back and forth between her cold-hardened nipples. "I'm... cum-- cumming..." she whimpers, her tremulous voice fading quickly as she starts to shake. Her eyes shut tight and her mouth opens in the shape of an O. Euphoria takes over and she feels him holding her firmly while her hips jerk uncontrollably and pussy juice starts running down her thighs.

Malcolm kisses the tender space between her breasts and brings her hand down to his cock again. He holds on to her shaky little hand and helps it stroke while she recovers. Lily lets out a long, relieved sigh and her mind clears up just enough to focus on him. She stares into his eyes, something she had been unable to do before, and her grip on his cock becomes tighter as she starts rubbing the head on her slit. The aftershocks of her orgasm make it tough to stay on her feet, but she's determined. She cups his wrinkly balls with her other hand, breathing raggedly on his neck as his wet hand travels up to her right breast. She feels her own warm juices coating her nipple and his other hand reaching for her bottom. He stops breathing for a second and his face twitches, when he squeezes her ass cheek and pulls her closer she knows it's coming. She doesn't even look down when the first spurt hits her, she just keeps staring into his eyes, letting the ropes of cum land on her pubes, feeling the gooey seed cooling down as it drips down to her labia. Finally she lets go, and when she looks down there's a little white puddle soaking the crotch of her black cotton panties.

She hears Malcolm zipping up and as the dizzying rush of lust dissipates, the stark, sobering reality of what she just did starts to creep up. 'What did I just do?!'

It's getting really cold, or maybe it's just her and all of the heat that just left her body, but she finds herself shaking again as Malcolm bends down and pulls her panties up just like that. His cum feels cool and gelatinous as it smears all over her labia and the weird sensation only adds to the wild, surreal feeling of it all. Then, like a loving father would do, he helps her with her pants, and even zips them up and takes care of the button for her, kissing her on the cheek before zipping her green jacket all the way up.

"Come on, let's take a picture for Charlie."

He pulls out his phone and remorse won't let Lily smile. She turns to the camera and the sadness in her eyes makes her look as beautiful as anyone has ever looked.



"Gorgeous! My son will love it."

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The sun is starting to fade when Malcolm and Lily get back to the house. He stops her on the front yard.

"Before we go in, Lily, how do you feel?"

"Terrible. We shouldn't have... done that."

"Cheer up, dear, it's Christmas Eve! The rest of the family should be arriving soon and tomorrow, who knows, maybe Santa Claus will have left a little present for you too."

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To Be Continued...