I agreed to talk over with her any ideas I thought of, to be suggestively nude, with my flag-pole raised high for Danni’s inspection. I meanwhile contacted my buddy with the camera and borrowed it. I gave it to Shannon and we made the necessary arrangements to cue me when to go on line, so getting her feed of the video, when she was going to play the game with Danni. I would log in and watch. I expected that would be a very wicked program! I was going to learn if mom Danni might actually find sex with me to be merely nasty as opposed to ‘never-never’; and what might be the best approach to seducing her, or with Shannon’s guidance to bed her somehow. That still left mother Susan to figure out what the key to her cooze was.
But the games had to wait until after Susie and Shannon had their rendezvous. I unfortunately, don’t have the details of that ‘tete a twat’ lark. It was a one on one, not a three way with Danni, though she of course knew of the date. As with all their ‘side action’ the other partner was informed and approved of the deal. This was especially sweet for mom Danni that my dad was being cuckolded by the ‘other other’ woman in the change-partners-and-dance / dosie-doe of the double duos ‘switcheroo’. But I think she may have also gotten to watch with the borrowed camera, I couldn’t be sure at the time. And afterwards, well, you’ll see how complicated things got later on.
I was batting zero for ideas on how to expose myself to mom Danni, with my stalk standing straight and stiff to boot as well. Meanwhile Shannon figured out that it was not as difficult as we thought at first. It had to do with timing, and attitude and motivation. It needed to be timed so that Danni would have to be confronted with the image. I had to have the attitude that I was trying to hide my manhood, since it was in boner mode. Besides which I was to have behavior apparently innocent in my (seemingly) motivation; but ultimately accomplished what need to be done.
Shannon and I had always played a rough and tumble tag game since I was little. It was a bit of ‘Gotch-ya!’ and some of ‘swipe-and-swat’ with a good dollop of general mayhem. As a kid, I’d steal her cookie, candy, some sort of treat and run. Then she would chase me and try to swat me for being a ‘thieving knave’. If she caught me, she would tickle me until I gave the purloined treasure back, but if I was able to consume the item before being captured then she would pretend to spank me to teach me a lesson. I always ended up in gales of giggles as a consequence no matter what. All done in fun. Now we would regress to that ploy and rig the results to be rather risqué.
One day, as mom Danni was coming in from her work, just as planned I flew past her with only a towel on, twisted around my waist. Shannon was hot on my tail chasing me. “Come back here you damn little thieving knave, that’s the last cold beer in the house!” Indeed I carried a sweating beer bottle, as I was scampering and dodging mother Shannon, who sought to grab me and reclaim her chilled brew. Shannon was also using a towel for her only article of clothing. Prior to Danni’s arrival she had been massaging my member and talking dirty about our memorable first time. She tried to grab my beer. Shannon explained to her partner, as I used Danni as an obstacle to block Shannon’s grasp, that I was up to my old tricks.