Meeting the Parents: The Delaneys, My Parents and Me

When things get serious with a partner, then one of the next steps in any relationship often ends up with him or her meeting your parents. This is exactly what happens in the last of the Delaneys erotic menage series, The Delaneys, My Parents and Me, which is published today by Amber Allure Press. But my hero, young Liam, has double the challenge of course as he has double the number of partners in the Delaney twins. So it ends up being quite an encounter, in more ways than one!

I have fond memories myself of the time when my to-be husband first met my mother and stepfather one Sunday during the summer. Apparently my poor stepfather had been told in no uncertain terms by my mother the night before that he had to Impress the Potential Stepson-in-Law, or there might well be trouble. Well, my mother was by then more than desperate to buy a hat for her only daughter's wedding, and she was starting to worry I might never get round to it ...

I'm sure my Loved One (L.O. for short) wouldn't have been at all concerned whatever my stepfather did or said - but in the event, just before lunch, he asked my L.O. if he'd like to come and see the shed. The L.O was a bit surprised but went along with it happily enough, assuming it was some kind of Potential Son-in-Law Test.

My mother and I watched them from the kitchen window meandering up the garden path towards the "shed" (which, to be fair, doesn't look like much from the house).

Mother: You have told your L.O about the shed, haven't you?

Me: Um, no. I didn't think about it. He knows this is the farming community.

Mother: Yes, but has he made the connection?

Me: Maybe not. He's a town boy, you know.

Mother (sighing): I'll slow lunch down then.

Three quarters of an hour later, after the L.O. has finished admiring my Stepfather's collection of six tractors and one combine harvester that he keeps in the "shed", plus about an acre of allotment at the other end stretching to the fields, the two of them meander back, the L.O looking rather more than shellshocked at the size of the "shed".

Just before lunch, I manage to get the L.O. alone.

Me: Are you all right?

L.O: He's got a bigger shed than I anticipated, your stepfather, hasn't he?...

Well, he's a man of few words, my husband. Thankfully, the Delaney twins' introduction to Liam's parents isn't based outdoors quite so much, although an awful lot of surprises certainly take place, for all parties! Here's an extract to whet your appetite:

While my father made a series of scribbles and wild strokes of the pencil into his art scrapbook at the dining table, the rest of us ate lamb stew and talked about innocuous subjects, like the weather and the state of the economy. Both were always bad, whichever way you looked at it, but that was part of the deal if you lived in the UK. Halfway through a discussion about how Britain might be saved from debt by the export of umbrellas and Macintoshes, as long as we exported our weather as well, I felt Mark’s fingers slide along my leg.

He started at my knee, and I swallowed a gasp, all but choking on my mouthful. My mother gave me a curious glance, and I swallowed another gulp of the wine.

“Gristle,” I said when I could speak again. Which was true after a fashion as I now had a definite boner down below.

“Nonsense!” my mother shot back. “There is no gristle ever at this table. You’re simply not chewing properly.”

Ah, what happy childhood memories that phrase brought back to me. If only my mother knew that not chewing was really a plus point. 

Mark must have somehow followed the train of my thought or been indulging his own. “I had thought Liam did everything properly,” he said, with a hint of a growl as his fingers tightened on my cock.

“Well, of course,” was my mother’s reply. “From a son of mine, I expect nothing less.”

I smiled with what I hoped looked like innocence personified and took another mouthful—of stew, rather than anything else. After a while, Mark’s grip took on a rhythmic intensity of its own, and I had to try to remember to breathe normally. Whilst continuing to eat.

At the same time, I felt somebody’s foot ease its way along my ankle and up toward my knee, over my trousers. It looked like Johnny had no intention of being left out. If I’d thought the Delaneys having sex with me in the cinema whilst not watching "Four Weddings and a Funeral" was pretty risqué, I’d been as deluded as the man behind us. Because being felt up by the terrible twins under my parents’ dining table was surely the most dangerous thing I’d ever done, apart from how I came to their attention in the first place.

Oh, but it had been worth it.

Here and now, however, I wasn’t sure how reasonable it would be to slip down beneath the table and see to the twins’ non-food related needs. I had no option but to let them both have their way with me under the tablecloth, whilst retaining a wide-eyed smile on my face and a modicum of conversation ...

I hope you enjoy the read!

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Anne Brooke