Things on display

It was the end of July, and the southern California heat was proving to be too much for Will. Since the semester ended, he had stayed in touch with a girl from his Psych class named Angie who he’d messed around with a few times. She lived in Portland, and extended an open invitation to come stay with her family for a weekend over the summer. He decided to take her up on the offer.

Will arrived at the Amtrak station to find Angie waiting with her mother. From across the station, Angie’s mother looked like a taller replica of her daughter. They were both brunette and athletic, toned yet curvaceous. He found himself attracted to Angie’s mother in the same way he was attracted to Angie, as if they were the same person. Angie hugged Will and introduced him to her mom, Karen. They all piled into a new-looking Volvo and drove off.

Back at Angie’s house, she introduced Will to her father, Tom. They shook hands. The house was big for three people, cleverly decorated, and furnished in 60s mod. Strange town, Will thought.

“Tomorrow we can go to the beach with my family,” Angie said, after dinner. “I think you’ll like it.”

From the moment Will had seen Angie that afternoon he wanted her. He remembered clearly what her body looked like naked, and he wanted to feel her hands wrapped around his erection again, he wanted to take her rosy nipples into his mouth, and he wanted to watch her sweet face look up at him as she sucked him. He was also turned on by how much Karen looked like her daughter. Their voices even sounded the same.

That night, after Angie playfully denied his quiet advancements in her bedroom, Will snuck into the bathroom and silently masturbated to the thought of Angie’s soft mouth and her mother’s watching eyes. He imagined the two of them nude, side by side, mirroring one another’s movements as they caressed their soft breasts and twirled their matching nipples. As he came, he imaged them both cooing soft words in unison.