0 comments/ 56114 views/ 6 favorites The Robinsons By: jaybee Author's Note : The following is the last of a series of three stories I plan on writing about the three luscious females in the hit comic series, 'Archies.' If you are offended by the fantasy, please remember that magic word called 'tolerance', and ignore it/them. I mean no harm to the characters or the comics, and write this only for pleasure, not profit. ** The frustrated maternal instincts of a woman are often the most powerful in the world, as inimical as the joy of giving birth is not. And as the days passed, the truism was all the more emphasized in Midge Robinson-Mason's life. At twenty-four, happily married and well-settled, she should have been looking forward to the expansion of her family, but with an absentee husband and a ticking biological clock, she was in no position for family planning. Her life was happy, yes, but that was when her husband, Moose Mason, was home. The problem was, he rarely was. And as much as Midge wanted to say "Damn You!" when he called up week after week with excuses for being late, she couldn't find the heart to do so. She loved him - she thought she did - and the big bear was so devoted to her she just couldn't put her foot down. It was one of those rare spins life throws at us - we are often the weakest with the people we love. This particular Saturday morning, her husband had called again. To say he wouldn't be able to make it in time for Thanksgiving. She had replied politely, saying she understood, for the simple reason that his profession meant a lot to him. Never mind that she would be having just the turkey for company that night. A bathrobe is hardly the attire for such a festive occasion, but when you expect no one else but yourself in the house, you don't dress for dinner. Midge half-expected her husband to show up at their doorstep at the last moment, but she knew that it was pure fantasy on her part. So when the doorbell rang, she practically ran to the door, hardly bothering to tie the belt of the robe around her waist. Only a pair of lace panties formed her second line of defense against nudity, but she was so excited about her husband's arrival that she cared little that her breasts were bared to the world, the robe fluttering back against the current of air generated by her speed. She threw open the door, flung her arms around the man on her threshold and kissed him fiercely on his mouth. And it was only when her arms sensed that the girth was smaller than Moose's that the woman realized she was not holding her husband. "Dad!" "Midge!" Jack Robinson stared at his daughter. She had jumped back, but their arms had linked, and he still held her. The wind outside billowed her robe, sending it flying back, and it shocked the father to see his daughter in such a state of undress. Her pert breasts looked firm and heavy, and the strawberries on top were a dark shade of pink. The encircling skin was the same shade to the width of a dime, and her panting caused the mounds to sway. "Do you always greet people on Thanksgiving like that?" That broke the ice. Midge recovered enough to pull her robe back over her exposed body before laughing freely at his remark. His smile eased the awkwardness of her shoulders, and she thanked her stars that there had been no one on the streets. It would have been quite a sight for them! Midge moved aside and gestured for her father to come in. He obliged, curtsying her with a bow before removing his coat and tie. "Happy Thanksgiving," he greeted, landing a gentle, fatherly peck on her cheeks. She returned the gesture, and gave him a hug as a bonus. "Moosie not here?" Midge winced theatrically, and her father smiled. "Nope. As usual, something's come up and he wants to make sure he is not left behind. If you hadn't shown up, it was just me and the turkey for the dinner. Thanks, Dad." "No problem, kiddo." She liked the way he called her kiddo; since she had been a little girl, he had always called her that. Somehow, it conveyed to her that infinite attention a parent has for the child, and it made her realize how much she was missing out. "Where's Mom?" Jack grinned at his daughter. "Paris. Fashion City. Ever since her shop had that show of Ardmand's, she's been busy. Got a call about a contract today morning, and I saw her off a couple of hours ago. As you said, sharing the table with only a turkey makes you feel like one yourself. Then I remembered you, and figured I would drop in -" "And it took a turkey to remind you of ME?" she countered playfully. Jack laughed from the bottom of his lungs. "Knew you wouldn't miss that! Just the same old Midge. Seriously, though, it's been a week since we last spoke, and since you happen to be an only child, I guess I will have to trouble you like this everytime." "Bosh! It's no trouble at all." Jack took in her appearance. Still the same old Midge indeed. The same figure, the same bob-cut, the same lovely smile... she was still very much the girl he loved. His observation of her physical aspects was a recent phenomenon, one that he had started to find disturbing - he was evaluating her, and it did not seem to him proper that a father should 'evaluate' his daughter. The bath robe had been tied so tightly around the waist that it hugged her hourglass body, sensuously enconscing her feminine nature in a way that an unrelated man would find excitable. Being a father only prevented the excitement from showing. Midge noticed her father's interest in her rather modest attire, but she had no idea of the personal feelings that were coursing across him. On the other hand, even if she had known, it would have been debatable if she was in any position to sit in judgment of him. After all, she was checking him out. Only seventeen years older than her, Jack Robinson still retained a fair share of his youthfulness, a trait that was reflected by his looks. He was neither a hunk nor a nerd, neither a flirt nor an introvert, and ten minutes of casual exercise a day ensured that there was no extra pressure on his belt. He was half a head taller, a full chock of hair and enough flair about him to make her wonder a very wrong question. If he had not been her father...? Midge had always rationalized her feelings towards her father by telling herself that it was just a harmless crush, and that she was already married to her true love, the only man who would ever have her, and there was no chance in hell that she would ever be indulged in anything more than a platonic relationship with the man who had made her. Then again, she had never had the opportunity of standing before him wearing only a single piece of clothing... Swimsuits were a different matter, for beneath her robe, she was practically naked. She was glad he hadn't made a big deal of her indiscretion back at the door; then again, she had always found him to be a very cool person. "Are you just going to stand there in that excuse of a dress, or are you going to change? Because if you aren't, I am going to have to stand at the door and warn folks that a naked beauty is going to fly out and kiss them." Midge threw a soft pillow at him. Although it hit his face, it was no more painful than a falling feather, and the two grinned at each other. They had always kidded each other, and it felt so natural to be back at it again. "No," she said in the manner of a haughty princess. "I was just waiting to see to it that you wouldn't run away. Now that I am sure you won't, I will get into something more appropriate. See you in fifteen minutes." 'Fifteen' minutes was just less than five, and her 'appropriate' dress was a single piece dinner gown that flared up just around mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline and a strapless back. Two thin wires were all that held the top tight, and the black color shot off her pale skin to maximum effect. Jack gulped when he saw his daughter descending the stairs. God! He had never seen a sight more beautiful, or a person more sexy, than what she appeared to him. As she moved closer, he could make out the jiggling of her tits, braless and a trifle too big for the dress. Her long, lithe legs were stockingless, and he noticed with relief that she had chosen only low heels. He could never put up with high heels - granted, it emphasized all the right curves in a woman - but it also caused her to be tall beyond the implications of demureness, and that was something that irritated him. His wife Martha respected this misgiving of her husband's in good spirit; and he was glad daughter had followed suit. Midge noticed his reaction, and was mildly surprised to discover that it actually caused her to pride herself on the selection. She had laid it out earlier in the evening, in the false hope that her husband would show up, and she was pleased to see that it evoked in her father the same reaction she knew she would have seen in her husband. "Like it?" She gave a slow twirl, as if asking him to comment on each and ever fluff of the dress. It was her favorite dress, and it made her feel deliciously naughty to model it in front of her father. "It's good." "That's all?" She pouted at him. "As a father," Jack elaborated, "I should have burnt this thing. Unfortunately, it suits you... and as a man, I must say that you look extremely beautiful in it. Not that the dress has much to do with your beauty - you would look just as beautiful even if you weren't wearing any... I mean, it." Midge beamed at his praise, and even colored slightly at his indeliberate compliment that she was just as good-looking without 'any'thing, but she managed to push that reaction to the back of her head before it proved to be embarrassing. Cool it, she told herself. It was purely an asexual remark, a slip of the tongue. And as much as she wanted to, she wasn't going to read anything more into it. "Let me just get the dinner on the table, okay?" "Want any help, sweetheart?" "It's all right. No thanks." Jack flipped through the local television guide for the ten minutes it took for her to warm the turkey and set the table. By the time she had called out to him, the smell of the food had already done its work, and he hurried into the dining room. The table was set for two, with a candle in the middle. The turkey was beside it, complete with the traditional knife, and the rest of the table was a plethora of choices. Jack was impressed. "You made all this?" Midge nodded proudly. She had always been a good cook, and she was glad her hands hadn't failed her. "Yup. All this." "My, my!" The pride in Jack's voice was unmistakable. "It is terrific." Dinner was a slow affair, and more than once, Jack was tempted to comment on the confluence of the soft light and the flickering candle in creating a romantic atmosphere, but noticing her distant expression, he realized that something was ruining her mood. Unpleasant things were not something you talked about at the dinner table, and so he waited until all the dishes had been washed and dried. "Something bothering you, Midge dear?" "No," his daughter replied hastily. Abruptly, she changed her mind - after all, he was her father, and a good friend to boot. "I mean, yes. I don't want to talk about it, though... Can we talk about it?" Jack pulled her to him for a simple, reassuring hug. With an arm around her waist, he led her into the hallway and sat her on the sofa. Without a word, he opened the bar cabinet across the hall and poured two glasses of a mild alcohol. Midge took the glass he offered her gratefully. It took her two minutes to muster up the courage to speak; Jack chose to keep silent during those two minutes, realizing that it was to be her own choice to come clean. "Damn!" she began, and Jack ignored her language. She was a grown woman - as he was painfully aware of - and it was, after all, her house. She could say what she damned well pleased. She did not speak again for some more time, and when she finally turned to look at him, he could see that his daughter was holding back tears. He placed an arm around her shoulder and drew her close, and she melted into his embrace. "Dad," she sniffled, "Can I sit on your lap, like old times?" Jack stirred uneasily. He had almost forgotten his little problem of an erection at the memory of his daughter throwing her naked body at him, and everytime he looked at her, he was seeing the same image over and over again. And now she wanted to sit in his lap... He managed to suppress his hardon by repositioning it, an action that he hoped would be missed by his daughter. A very relieved Midge settled on her father's lap. It felt so good to have him with her, holding her, making her feel special... it was the way they had bonded over the years. The security was important; for the first time, she was going to tell someone else of her needs other than Moose. "Thanks, Daddy. You don't know how much this means to me." Softly, she locked arms behind his head and kissed his cheeks in a very daughterly fashion. "I mean, to every one else, I have every thing a person in my position could ask for. What I don't have... is what every woman in my situation wishes to have... I want to be a mother, Daddy, I want to be one so bad." She had let herself go faster than she had thought she could, and the sudden release had caused the pent-up tears to fall. "I have been trying to talk Moose into cutting back on his job, but he is so preoccupied with it that what I say goes in one ear, out the other. He loves me - or so he says - and although he never hurts me, he never listens to me anymore. THAT hurts me, Daddy, because he doesn't realize how much I want to have my own baby. "What do I do, Dad?" Her father patted the back of her head gently, allowing her to sink her face into his shoulder, as he pondered a solution. It was a matter between husband and wife, he knew that, but his daughter was not someone he could dismiss with an objective judgment "Have you tried making him jealous enough?" She laughed mirthlessly. "There was a time when that would have aroused the devil in him. He doesn't even blink when I flirt with others openly, not even when in front of him. It's like he doesn't want to waste time on me anymore." "Baby, any time spent on you is not wasted... you are definitely worth every thing in the world to me, and I am sure you mean just as much to him. It's probably just that he wants you to be so comfortable that he has no time for anything else until he has ensured your happiness." "Maybe..." she let her doubts trail off into silence. Another short period of soundless moments passed. Midge composed herself, and was embarrassed to see that she had practically stained his shirt with her tears. Still, the body warmth that he gave her was so beautiful that she just lingered in his arms, long after she stopped crying. Out of the blue, a thought struck her. Of all the compliments people had ever given her, her father's for the night had been the best, and she had not even acknowledged them. She pulled her face back and looked into his dark eyes. "Thanks Dad. Just knowing that I mean so much to you is a big relief." Jack was happy to see the smiling face of his daughter again. She was a creature of varying moods, but even that was a trait that was starting to seem attractive to him. It conveyed an innocence, a spontaneity, that was so rare among the women he had come in contact with over the years. "Sure thing, kiddo. Just think of your old man the next time you want something." The smile froze on her face for an instant as a very naughty thought hit her. He had asked her to call on him if she ever needed a favor, and she had suddenly discovered a need that she realized she could risk asking him. The actual risk was not in asking him - it was in making him agree to do it himself. Something he would never agree to, once he knew what 'it' was. Or would he? Without warning, before even she had realized it, she was kissing him on his lips. Her father was stunned by the feel of her soft lips against his, but the alcohol had loosened his controls, and he found himself kissing her back. He had no idea why she had just kissed him like that, but the part of his brain responsible for reason told him to shut up and enjoy the moment. The collision of their lips was electric, and for more than half a minute, the two serpents danced with each other. To Midge, who had initiated the kiss in the first place, it was so different from all the other kisses she had shared with boys and men. To put it simply, this was the first kiss where she felt kissed. Similar emotions ran through her father's body. It was delightful for the middle-aged man to feel his daughter's tongue sensuously flicking against his teeth inside his mouth, teasing and tickling the gums. Her lips were soft, almost to the point of being butter-like, and he savored the flavor of her lipstick. During the course of the kiss, Midge adjusted herself so that she was straddling her father, the hem of her dress being pushed up well beyond the standards of decency, but neither was bothered by modesty at this point. The tonguing was still going on, but with an increased tempo, and as their lips mashed together, Midge started to gyrate against her father's hips. Jack Robinson groaned as his cock arose once again, the phoenix of her abandoned movements, and he realized it was hopeless to hide it before she noticed. In fact, she felt it at the same time he did, and her eyes went wide in pleasant surprise as she realized what it was that was bulging against her lace panties. Just to be sure, though, she pressed even harder against his pelvis, and was rewarded by him biting into her lip harder. When the kiss finally ended, the two people pulled apart, reluctance written across their faces as prominently as the smear marks of the lipstick. He looked into her eyes, and saw a burning fire of need, not the freezing ice of regret; he knew that it had been as good for her as it had been for him. Perhaps it was lover's telepathy, but something told him that she wanted to say something. And as much as he wanted to ravish her, he decided to hear her side of the story first. "Wow!" It was Midge who was amazed this time. "What a kiss!" "I could say the same thing, you know," her father replied, grinning. "Now can I ask a favor of you?" "With such a reward, how can I refuse?" "Fulfill my request, and there is plenty more where that came from." For emphasis, she smacked her lips loudly. "Your slightest wish shall be my command." Midge hesitated only a brief instant, and that too only because she wanted to word it correctly. The alcohol had liberated her from inhibitions, delivered her from social dogmas. The kiss had awakened in her an intense heartthrob, and the physical intimacy she shared with her father was only a minute fraction of what they shared psychologically. She felt a kinship with him, a sense of belonging and closure. He was the missing link in her life, the link of the chain that promised an entirely contented future. There was no evidence, no hard facts - just the basic animal instinct of man when he sees his mate. "Make love to me," she said simply. Not even in his wildest dreams had he considered such a possibility, and now his own daughter was asking him to make love to her. Screwing her was impossible, he thought weakly, because whatever he shared with her would be far purer than mere lust. True, he loved the way she was, everything from her toenails to her tits to her bob-cut hair, but her inner beauty was far superior to anything the world could ever hold, and it was this belief of his that paved the way for his accepting the feelings towards her. He cupped her face and drew her closer to him, so close that he could feel the alcoholic breath of her delicate mouth. "Are you sure?" The Robinsons Note: This is the final part of a young girls sexual experience with her future parents. Please read "Mr. Robinson" and "Mrs. Robinson" before you begin read "The Robinsons". Lisa was crying as she locked her bedroom door. She realized Matt’s mom had seduced her. Last night his dad seduced her. She knew she should feel used and angry but they opened some passions in her she never knew she had. She remembered Brenda’s last words to her. “It’s OK.” Maybe it was OK? It felt so good. So as long as they both agreed maybe it was OK? For her whole life she had been told that sex should only be with the one you love. If that was so why did it feel so good? What would be the consequence of messing around with Matt’s Mom and Dad? She knew Matt would not be happy but who would tell him? Matt would not find out from his parents and definitely not from her. She heard Brenda come up the stairs and head to her bedroom. Suddenly, she heard voices. Steve must have been in the bedroom all the time they were on the patio. He must have watched as Brenda removed her bikini and touched her pussy until she climaxed. She wondered if it had been pre-planned? She slowly opened her door and walked softly to their bedroom door. She heard Brenda ask Steve: “Did you see me touch Lisa’s pussy?” Damn, maybe it was planned? Lisa saw the door was not closed all the way. As she heard Brenda say, “Come to Momma” she slowly pushed the door until she could peek inside. She gasped as she saw Steve’s hard prick directing his body up onto the bed. She watched as Brenda’s hand took hold of his tool and guided him inside her hairy nest. Her mouth opened wide as she watched his long prick move into her wetness. How could she so easily take that gigantic beast? Lisa watched as Steve lasted only a few seconds before he released his pleasure. That’s it? She laughed to herself. The big man couldn’t last any longer than that? She was afraid she would make a noise standing by the door so she tiptoed back to her room. It was payback time and she had to come up with a plan. Brenda held onto her husband’s ass as he collapsed onto her body. “Sorry, honey.” Steve said. “You don’t know how exciting it was watching you and Lisa.” “I think I have an idea.” Brenda laughed as he pulled out of her hot cavern. “I never thought I would have sexual feelings for another woman but I was really turned on. But, I’m worried I went too far with her, she was pretty upset when she ran to her room.” “Well, I have to tell you something” Steve said as his hands covered his eyes. Steve told his wife everything that had happened the night before. He told her he was just sneaking in a few touches when she woke up and allowed him to touch everywhere. Brenda gasped when she heard about Lisa jerking him off. “No wonder she is upset.” Brenda injected. “She has been masturbated by both of Matt’s parents. She must be a wreck. We better do some damage control before Matt arrives tomorrow.” Steve got dressed and headed downstairs as Brenda jumped into the shower. Brenda’s concern about Lisa was bothering her as she quickly left the shower, dressed and headed downstairs. Steve was watching TV. “No Lisa?” She asked. “Not a sound.” Steve replied. Just as Brenda decided to go upstairs to knock on her door she heard Lisa’s door open. Both of them pretended to be watching TV as Lisa moved down the stairs and into the den. Brenda turned expecting to see her with her bags packed. But, what she saw took her by surprised. Lisa was standing in the doorway wearing her tiny bikini. “Hi. What are you watching?” She asked with a big smile. She moved over to the sofa and sat down next to Steve. “Are you OK?” Brenda asked wondering if she had cracked. “Sure. I feel great.” Lisa answered. Brenda watched as Lisa moved back on the sofa while spreading her legs. Her bikini bottom did little to hide the shape of her pussy. Steve coughed when he glanced down to see the material wedged between her pussy lips. He remembered how soft and hot those lips were as he touched him last night. He immediately got a hard-on and had to adjust his excitement in his pants. Lisa saw Steve’s reaction and smiled. If they want to play a teasing game then I can do the same she thought. “Can I see the TV guide?” She asked as she moved her body over Steve’s to take the book from the end table. Her breasts moved over his stomach. She took her time picking up the book as her breasts rubbed against his hardness. Brenda looked shocked when Lisa opened her legs. She looked amazed when Lisa moved her boobs over Steve’s hard-on. She had seen enough. “Does anyone want anything from the kitchen?” Brenda asked as she walked from the room. “Not…ME!” Steve’s voice cracked as Lisa’s mounds slowly rose from his bulge. Lisa wanted him to suffer as she moved her body back to stretched out next to him. She moved her legs together but opened them very slowly until her knees were almost a foot apart. She pretended to read the TV guide as she displayed her pussy lips barely covered by a thin strip of material. Lisa moved her foot forward until it lightly touched his leg. He jumped slightly as her toes moved against his thigh. He pretended to watch TV as her toes moved up his thigh and across to his stomach. His prick was pulsating as her toes moved down and over his hard-on. Just as he was about to move his hand to her leg she pulled her foot back and stood up next to the sofa. “I think I will have a drink,” she said as she moved quickly into the kitchen. Steve tried to grab her ass as she passed but she dodged his hands. “Now, now” Lisa said while shaking her fingers at him. She moved quickly into the kitchen. Brenda was leaning over to get something out of the refrigerator when she saw Lisa’s bare feet come up behind her. “What do you have in there?” she asked as she moved her scantly covered body up touching Brenda’s backside. Brenda froze as Lisa’s thighs moved between her ass cheeks. “What are you looking for?” Brenda asked in a shocked voice. “How about some milk?” Lisa asked as she reached under Brenda’s body to grab the milk container. As her arm moved forward she rubbed it against Brenda’s huge breast. Lisa took her time as she slowly removed the milk container. Her arm moved back all the way while taking aim to rub against Brenda’s hard nipple. “Not milk, let’s have some wine. We know how much you guys love wine”. Lisa moved forward to rub her breasts against Brenda’s arm as she placed the milk container back into the refrigerator. Her face and wet lips came within inches of Brenda’s face. Lisa turned grabbed a large open bottle of wine on the counter. “Where are the wine glasses?’ She asked. Brenda smiled as she walked to a far cabinet and removed three glasses. “Sounds like we are going to have a party.” Brenda said as she followed Lisa’s cute little pink ass into the living room. “Do you mind if we turn some music on?” She asked Steve as she walked to the TV. “No” Steve muttered unable to take his eyes from her near naked body. Lisa switched off the TV and turned on the stereo. She tuned the radio until she got the type of music she wanted. “How about some hot Latin music?” Brenda poured three glasses of wine, grabbed one and started to sit down. “Will you dance with me?” Lisa asked as she held her hands out for Brenda to join her. “Me? Why don’t you dance with Steve?” “I’m sure Steve would rather watch you and me dance. Right Steve?” Steve could only shake his head yes. Brenda looked to see her brain dead husband sitting back with a wine glass in his hand. His prick was bulging in his pants and he was drooling waiting for the two women to dance. “Why not?” Brenda said as she gulped down her wine and moved to join Lisa. Lisa started a slow hip grinding movement. Her bikini had wedged into the cheeks of her ass as well as the lips her pussy. Tiny strands of blonde pubic hair could be seen escaping out the sides of her bikini bottom. The hardness of her nipples was holding the material up on her breasts. Brenda also started a slow hip movement to match Lisa’s. Brenda was wearing shorts and a blouse. The wine and the dancing were making her very hot. Brenda’s eyes were closed until she felt Lisa’s fingers on the buttons on her blouse. “What?” She asked as she grabbed Lisa’s wrists. “You look very hot in those clothes. I’m just trying to help.” Lisa said as she looked over at Steve for his approval. ‘Yes honey, why don’t you take off some of those hot clothes?” Steve’s voice had returned and he didn’t want the show to stop. Brenda gave him a dirty look. “I don’t know about this.” She said as she released her hands from Lisa’s wrists. Brenda was uneasy in her new role as the hunted. Lisa kept moving her ass as she slowly unbuttoned Brenda’s blouse. When the last button was released Lisa pulled open Brenda’s blouse to show her sheer white bra. Her dark nipples were hard and easily seen by both Lisa and Steve. Brenda looked down at her bra and reached over to grab another glass of wine. She gulped it down and looked back to see Lisa shaking her chest. Her breasts were coming out from behind the tiny patches of material. “How about your shorts?” Steve asked with a big smile. Brenda closed her eyes as she unsnapped the waistband and pulled down the zipper. She pushed the shorts over her ass and down her thighs. Her sheer white panties, which matched her bra, showed the shadow of her dark bush. She poured another glass of wine and was drinking it as Lisa came up behind her. Brenda almost dropped the glass when Lisa’s arms moved around her body. Brenda held tightly on the glass as Lisa’s hands moved down over her stomach. Lisa was grinding her near nude body into Brenda’s ass and back. “Is this how they did dirty dancing in the movie?” Lisa asked as her stomach moved up and down Brenda’s panty covered ass. “YES” Steve yelled as he clapped his hands. Lisa pulled on Brenda arm until they were face to face. She looked down as her firm breasts moved forward to crush against Brenda’s large mounds. They were about the same height so their nipples were even as Lisa rubbed her chest from side to side. Lisa looked over at Steve and smiled as she moved her thin arms behind Brenda and pulled her ass towards her stomach. Lisa’s thigh moved between Brenda’s legs and rubbed against her wet mound. “GOD, I’m getting hot” Brenda cried as she gulped down another glass of wine. “Let me help” Lisa said as she moved her hands up to unsnap Brenda’s bra. Brenda felt the cool air on her hard nipples as her bra fell into Lisa’s hands. “Who wants to take mine off?” Lisa asked with a big smile. “I WILL” Steve yelled as he moved up behind her. Lisa waited until Steve pulled it from her body before she moved her bare breasts forward against Brenda’s naked chest. Brenda felt Lisa’s hard nipples on her own as Lisa’s lips moved to Brenda’s ear. Lisa softly nibbled on Brenda’s ear as her small hands moved up to cup Brenda’s huge tits. Brenda moaned as Lisa’s slim fingers played with her hard buds. “Are you sure about this?” Brenda whispered to Lisa as Lisa’s thigh rubbed against her panty-covered crotch. “You said it was OK, didn’t you?” “Yes, but I’m afraid Matt….” “If you don’t tell either will I” Lisa said cutting her off. Lisa’s face moved in front of Brenda’s. Brenda’s eyes were wide open as Lisa lips moved forward to touch her own. She was still in shock as Lisa’s tongue moved out and between her lips. Lisa had her thigh rubbing against her pussy, her hands on her breasts and now her tongue in her mouth. All of this in front of Steve her husband. Steve hurried to remove his clothes. The women were turned the other way and could not see him as he threw off his shirt and removed his pants. He decided to keep his boxers on as he moved his hard-on forward against Lisa’s nearly bare ass. Lisa jumped when she felt his prick ram against her virgin ass. “Let’s all Dirty Dance” Lisa suggested as she wiggled her body forward against Brenda and then back against Steve’s hard-on. Brenda looked over her shoulder to see Steve’s bare chest moving against Lisa’s body. Brenda broke away and turned to get another glass of wine. As she poured it she felt her panties being pulled down from behind. She didn’t move as Lisa pulled the panties down her thighs and off her feet. She didn’t have to wait long for Lisa’s hands to return back around to her front. Instead of going up this time Lisa’s hands moved down over her navel. Brenda looked down to see her future daughters small fingers move into her thick pubic hair. Brenda turned and opened her legs as Lisa’s fingers moved down into her wet pussy. “RIGHT THERE” Brenda cried as Lisa’s fingers began to repay her debt. Steve was panting as he rubbed his prick on Lisa’s ass. As Lisa removed Brenda’s panties Steve pushed down Lisa’s bikini bottoms and his boxers. As they stood back up his prick moved forward against Lisa’s bare ass. The three of them started a slow grinding movement of their bodies together. Lisa was now naked between her future parents. Steve’s prick was rubbing up and down her ass cheeks and Brenda’s breasts were moving against her own. Her lips returned to Brenda’s as her fingers moved with a mission over her clit. Lisa smiled as Brenda moaned. She was close to coming but Lisa would not allow it. If she likes to tease then teasing she will get. Lisa thought as her fingers controlled Brenda’s release. Meanwhile, Steve’s hand moved down to grasp his tool. He guided it between Lisa’s thighs and up to her wet pussy lips. As he pushed forward he suddenly felt Lisa’s thighs squeeze together tightly. His prick was caught between a vice as he grunted. “HEY” “Remember what I told you last night” Lisa said as she allowed him to pull his crushed tool back out. Brenda looked over Lisa’s shoulder and smiled at her husband. The smile didn’t last long as her face tensed up and she screamed. “OH GOD. DON’T STOP!” Lisa’s fingers were a blur as she stroked the large clit sticking up between Brenda’s wet lips. Brenda exploded and collapsed onto Lisa’s body. Lisa had repaid one debt and still owed another. She removed her wet fingers from Brenda’s pussy and turned to grab Steve’s prick. Steve watched as Brenda sat down on the chair and poured another glass of wine. Lisa moved her lips forward and whispered in Steve’s ear. “Will you teach me how to give a blowjob?” Some men might say no to that question from a young beautiful woman but Steve was not one of them. “Sure” he whispered back. Steve moved back to the sofa and sat down. Lisa moved down on her knees and looked forward to see his prick sticking straight up his stomach. Steve opened his thighs to allow her body to move forward. He watched as Lisa’s tiny hand moved up his leg and around his shaft. Lisa froze. “WELL?” “OH yes” Steve said remembering he was the teacher. “Move your lips around the top”. Lisa moved her face forward until her tiny mouth was directly over his huge rod. She moved her lips slowly downward until they lightly touched his tip. Steve’s prick jerked as her mouth opened and moved across the sensitive crown. “He doesn’t know” Brenda said as she staggered over to the sofa. Lisa removed her lips from his prick and licked them. Strange taste she thought as she watched her naked mother to be move next to her. Lisa moved aside as she watched Brenda’s lips move down over Steve’s hard-on. She watched Brenda’s lips seal around the crown. Brenda’s mouth opened slightly so Lisa could see her tongue moving slowly around the tip. Lisa tapped her on the shoulder. This was getting to be a tag-team Lisa thought as she repeated the same mouth and lip movements on Steve’s prick. Steve almost lost consciousness as the two women took turns. Brenda would lick up and down the sides and Lisa would do the same. As Lisa licked on one side Brenda moved her lips to the other side. Steve’s body was quivering as he watched the two women suck and lick his rod. Matt’s soccer scrimmage was over around 4:00PM and he thought about stopping for dinner at a local fast food joint. He was hungry but didn’t want to loose any time to get on the road. He had packed his bags the night before for his trip home and had placed them in the car. Since the scrimmage was so short he had enough time to drive home tonight and surprise his bride to be and his parents. His soccer shorts were bulging as he thought of Lisa and the great sex they had the last time they were together. She was inexperienced but that didn’t matter. He figured they had a whole life to learn together. He thought about calling ahead to make sure they were home but figured they had to be home by 10:00PM, which is about the time he would be there. He turned up the song on the radio as he sang, “Going down the road trying to loosen my load”. The blowjob lesson was very tough on Steve. He didn’t want to blow it by coming too early however watching two women go down on you at the same time was every man's dream. Brenda’s lips moved down over his wet shaft. Lisa’s eyes widened as she watched Brenda’s lips moved down, down and further down. How could she take so much? Brenda pulled her lips off and told Lisa to take it slowly and to make sure to breath through her nose. Lisa moved Brenda aside and opened her tiny mouth as wide as possible to moved over the crown. She moved her lips a couple of inches down and had to adjust her head position to take more. She had in almost 4 inches before it hit the back of her throat. Her jaws were starting to hurt from being stretched to the max. Finally she had to take her mouth off his prick. “Ahhh” Lisa complained. Brenda laughed. “Don’t worry it takes some time to get used to. Especially one this big.” Lisa looked up at Steve to see a proud grin. It was time to finish the lesson. Brenda pushed Lisa aside and moved in place to finish the job. Steve saw the look in her eyes and knew his waiting was over. Brenda’s lips moved tightly over his knob. She began a constant piston movement up and down. Her speed increased until Steve was grasping the sofa seat cushions. “I’M COMING!” he yelled to give her warning. Brenda held her lips onto his shaft as he emptied his load. This time she swallowed. Steve was spent as he sat on the sofa. Although, he was finished the two women wanted more. Their touching sessions with each other only opened the door of their curiosity. Brenda moved her lips over to Lisa’s ear. “Why don’t we go to your room?” Lisa smiled. “OK” The two women left the drained man, picked up their clothes and walked naked up the stairs to Lisa’s room. “I’ve never did anything with a woman before” Lisa said as they closed and locked the door. They did not want Steve to interfere with Lisa’s next lesson. “Me neither,” Brenda said as she pulled the bedspread off the bed. She turned to find Lisa standing rigid next to her. “Relax” Brenda said as she pulled Lisa’s body into her own. Soft breasts and hard nipples moved together the same time their lips met. Tongues explored mouths as their hands moved down to molest soft buttocks. Lisa’s leg moved between Brenda’s thighs on its path to rub against her wet pussy. Lisa felt her hairy bush open against her leg. Brenda moved Lisa to her back as her lips moved down to capture her hard nipple. Lisa moaned as Brenda’s tongue flickered across her breast tip. She moaned again in anticipation as Brenda’s lips left her breast and headed south. Lisa’s legs opened automatically as her soft lips moved over her stomach towards her blonde bush. Brenda turned her body so her hips were now at Lisa’s head. Her tongue moved through Lisa’s pubic hair and into her flaming slit. “OH YES, RIGHT THERE” Lisa cried out. As Lisa turned her head in pleasure her face bumped against Brenda’s stomach. Brenda’s black bush was in front of her face. Lisa knew what she had to do as her virgin tongue moved forward to taste another woman’s pussy. Both tongues moved over hard clits and into wet caverns. Both were openly moaning as they pulled each other’s passion pit closer. The Robinsons Matt was only a block away from his home. His prick was hard in his shorts as he turned the corner to his street. As he turned into the driveway he honked his horn when a dog jumped in front of his car. He hoped no one heard the horn. Steve was almost asleep as he sat naked on the sofa. The two women had drained his energy. Suddenly he heard a horn and saw a light flash in the front window. He moved quickly to the window to see Matt’s car move into the driveway. “DAMN” Steve cried out as he hurried to find his clothes. He was buttoning his shirt as Matt entered through the front door. “Hi Dad” Matt said seeing his Dad’s hair all messed up. Steve looked around for the women and realized they must be upstairs. Steve was going to shout that Matt was home but Matt jumped in front of him. “Shhhhh. I want to surprise them.” Matt walked up the stairs to find his bride to be. Lisa had no idea sex with another female would be so exciting. Brenda’s tongue was everywhere in her pussy. Brenda’s hands were moving over her tender thighs and ass as she pulled her wet stomach to her mouth. Lisa was also moving her lips and tongue into Brenda’s pussy. She heard Brenda moaned as her lips captured her hard clit. Matt noticed one bedroom door was closed. It had to be Lisa’s. He tried to open it but it was locked. He put his ear to the door and could hear some sounds from the other side. It sounded like the bed was squeaking and hitting against the wall. He thought he heard a moan. It wasn’t the sounds he was expecting to hear. He knew the other bedroom connected to Lisa’s bedroom through a common bathroom. He walked into the second bedroom and into the bathroom. Lisa’s door from the bathroom was also locked. Matt finally tapped on the door. “LISA?” Brenda heard her son’s voice first and immediately panicked. “SHIT” she said as she pulled her mouth from Lisa’s pussy. She jumped up and franticly looked for her clothes. “What’s wrong?” Lisa asked. “Matt’s home and is in the bathroom” Brenda whispered. Brenda could not find her bra so she dressed without it. She moved to the hallway door and started to go out when he heard Matt knock on that door. He had moved back to her other door. “SHIT” she said softly. He had her trapped. She didn’t know what door he was at. “I have to hide in the closet,” she whispered to Lisa. “When I’m in open the door,” Brenda said as she quickly moved into the closet and closed the louvered door. Lisa slipped out of the bed and opened the door. “Matt” she said with a happy smile. She opened the door to let him in. Matt looked around at the messed up bed. He turned to see his Lisa naked. “What is going on in here?” “Nothing” she lied. “I was just lying in bed thinking of you”. Lisa closed the door and moved to pull his body into hers. Matt still was not convinced. “What was all that noise I heard?” “I guess I got carried away thinking of you.” Lisa was worried. Matt didn’t believe her. She didn’t want him snooping around especially in the closet. She knew she had to take his mind away from what he heard. Lisa moved her hand down to caress his crotch. She felt his soft prick and moved her hand to slowly massage it. It only took a few seconds before his prick expanded to fill his pants. “Ohhh, I missed this,” she whispered in his ear as she rubbed her naked breasts against his chest. Matt forgot everything as he moved his lips to hers as his hands moved down to her soft ass cheeks. “I don’t think we should do this here. What if mom or dad hears us?” “I don’t think they will mind” Lisa said as she pulled the zipper down on his pants. Knowing Brenda was in the closet looking through the louvered door was a big turn-on. Matt’s hand moved up and massaged her breast. “I’ve been so horny thinking of seeing you this weekend,” he said as she unbuckled his pants. She pushed them off his hips and down his legs. His prick was hard as she pushed his boxers down. Brenda watched as Lisa undressed her son. She has not seen him naked for many years now and watched in amazement as his naked body appeared. He definitely was not a boy anymore she thought as his 6-inch rigid prick moved out of his underwear. Lisa pulled Matt’s naked body to the bed. She guided him to lie on his back as her lips moved to his nipples. Lisa couldn’t wait to show Matt how much she had learned the past two days. Her lips moved down his quivering stomach. Her hand moved to grasp his hard-on. She stoked him a few times and then moved her lips over the crown. Matt moaned loudly as he watched her lips suck in his prick. “Where did you learn that?” He asked. “Books” Lisa answered as she took a break from her second blowjob. "Don’t you like it” she teased. “YES” he replied as he took her head in his hands. Brenda smiled as she watched Lisa go down on her son. Her pussy was throbbing and called for attention. Brenda’s fingers moved down into her shorts and under her panties. She stoked her clit as she watched her son receive his first blowjob. Steve waited at the bottom of the stairs to hear Matt when he found Lisa and Brenda together. Five minutes went by and then ten minutes. He moved up the stairs and listened by Lisa’s door. He heard Lisa and Matt’s voices. From the sounds they must be fucking. Where in the hell was Brenda? He moved to his bedroom and found it empty. The other bedroom was empty as was the connection bathroom. Brenda had to be in Lisa’s bedroom! He listened closely on the connecting door. Lisa felt proud as her lips moved far down on Matt’s shaft. Steve’s prick had been a lot wider and longer and it was difficult for her to make more than a few inches. But, Matt’s prick was perfect as her lips moved all the way down. She had his whole prick in her mouth! She felt him getting tense and was afraid he was going to come. After all the touching this weekend she was ready for some fucking. She pulled her lips off his prick and moved her mouth to his. Matt moved his hand down to Lisa’s wet pussy. God, she was dripping wet. Lisa pulled her mouth from his as she moved her pussy up over his hard-on. “Put it in” she whispered. Matt guided his prick to her pussy and moaned as she lowered her body. Brenda watched as Matt’s prick entered Lisa’s tight pussy. She knew it was wrong but wondered how it would feel inside of hers. She played with her clit as Lisa’s body moved up and down on Matt’s prick. Lisa came first with Matt right behind her. “I’M COMING” Lisa shouted not caring who heard her. “Shhh” Matt whispered. Lisa only smiled as she screamed again, “I’M COMING”. “Me Too” Matt said softly trying to hold the noise down. Steve heard Lisa’s screams and did not hear Brenda. She must have disappeared. He moved back into his bedroom and waited. She had to show up sometime. “God, that was terrific” Matt said as he hugged Lisa’s body to his. “Let’s take a shower,” Lisa said trying to give Brenda a chance to escape. “Sure” Matt said as he watched Lisa move into the bathroom. Matt moved the bed sheet to get off the bed and noticed a bra fall off the bed. It couldn’t be Lisa’s he thought. It was too big. It must be his moms. What was her bra doing in Lisa’s bed? Brenda sighed relief as she watched Lisa move into the bathroom. When Matt was gone from the bedroom she would move out the other door. She watched as he bent his cute little naked ass to pick up something off the floor. She gasped when she saw her bra. “Shit, shit, shit” she said to herself. Matt took the bra into the bathroom. Brenda slowly opened the closet door and moved out of Lisa’s bedroom. She found her husband waiting for her in the master bedroom. “Where were you?” “I was trapped in Lisa’s closet when Matt came in. I couldn’t get out until they took a shower” “You were lucky you were not caught” “Well, there is a problem. Matt found my bra” “What?” “I guess we will just have to face it” Brenda said as he sat on the bed by her husband. Lisa was in the shower when Matt moved in behind her. She felt his semi-hard prick move against her ass as she reached for the soap. She turned to move her naked front against him when she saw Brenda’s bra hanging from his hand. She held back panic and thought quickly for an out. “Oh, you found it” “Yes, what was in doing on your bed?” “We did laundry this morning and her bra somehow got mixed with my clothes”. “I was going to give it back to her but didn’t have a chance”. She lied. Matt thought it was hokey but it did sound reasonable. After all, Matt knew his mom was a real prude. He threw the bra over the frosted door and turned to watch Lisa’s soapy hand moved to his prick. “I’m so glad you are home,” she said as she stroked him. Steve and Brenda headed downstairs to face the music. They were prepared when Lisa and Matt came down the stairs in their pajamas. “Matt, there is something we have to tell you”, Brenda said as they walked into the den. But, Lisa put her fingers to her mouth as she held up Brenda’s bra. “I forgot to give this to you today. It was mixed up in my laundry.” Brenda sighed relief as she took the bra from Lisa. “Well, what do you have to tell me?” Matt asked. Brenda moved over and took Lisa in her arms. “I just wanted to tell you how much we love Lisa”. “That’s great mom. I knew once you got to know her you would love her too.” Matt said as he put his arms around both his mom and his fiancé’. Steve didn’t want to be left out as he also moved over for a family hug. His eyes suddenly opened when he felt Lisa’s hand move down to cup his ass. “Welcome to the family Lisa”. Steve said as she continued to touch his hard cheeks. “I can’t wait to go to the shore house for two weeks” Matt said feeling Lisa’s soft body and his mom’s breasts crush against his sides. Steve, Brenda and Lisa all looked at each other and smiled. Note: I hope you liked the story about Lisa meeting her futures. The story here ends as they head to the Jersey Shore for a two-week stay. Who knows maybe another story will start once they reach the beach house? The Robinsons She nodded, slowly but surely. "I want to have your baby." He looked into the depths of her eyes again, as if searching for something that would betray even her slightest of misgivings. It was more a self-reassuring exercise; the leap from father to lover is great, from lover to fathering even greater, and he didn't want her to regret the decision in posterity. Her eyes confirmed what her mouth had expressed. His daughter's hands found his, and they raised the latter, placing them at the knot of the straps of her dress. With a volition of their own, moving with an unnatural dexterity, Jack's fingers had the know undone in a matter of seconds. Her breasts were firm enough to hold the top on its own, which was why Midge hooked her thumbs into the breastline of her dress and pulled it down. The mounds that had collided against him an hour ago were once again exposed to his hungry gaze. They seemed even firmer now, the flushed skin evidence of her arousal. He allowed himself the luxury of looking at her scrumptious body, aware that she watching his admiring gaze with one of her own. His hands cupped her breasts one by one, and she moaned as the little seeds on the tops were squeezed between his digits. He tweaked one hard nipple, then the other, and then kneaded her tit altogether. She pressed herself against his caresses, her soft, satiny skin a contrast of his tough, worker's hands. Midge closed her eyes tightly as the unforgettable sensation of feeling his mouth on her breast enveloped her being. She thrust her chest out, giving him more unhindered access to the jutting mound, and clasped the hair at the back of his head, pushing him even harder into her body. She felt her crotch go pfft! as the first tremendous wave swept across her body, heaving her towards the heavens before dropping her back into the earth. Shamelessly, she came on her father's lap, the panties hardly a protection against the gushing torrent of her juices as they drenched her father's cotton pants. God, she thought, and he had only finished a breast. Buoyed by her unfettered reaction to his attention, Jack moved to the other breast and devoted even more intense attention to it. He nibbled all around her areolas, bit on her buds, lapped against the skin and suckled hungrily the entire tit. Midge wasn't sure how much more of his 'attention' she could take before she passed out, and she had damned near passed out with his treatment of her second breast. As her orientation returned, Midge was conscious of her father carrying her towards the bedroom, hers and Moose's. He kicked the door open, and she kissed his nose, giggling all the while as his fingers cut circles against the bare skin of her back. Gently, with a patience that belied his need, her father laid her on the white sheets. Jack's intention had been to remove his clothes before diving in, but it was clear by the way she dragged him down with her that she had definite plans. They kissed again, just as slowly, and toyed their tongues around a lot longer than they had earlier. Jack felt his pants and boxer underwear pushed down, and they lay crumpled at his ankles. He pushed them down the remainder of the distance, hearing the faint swish of the material as they fell down. Jack moved downwards after the kiss and caught the hem of her dress with his teeth. Like a strongman pulling an aircraft, he tugged at the material, taking care not to tear it, and pulled it down her flat stomach, past her white panties, down into the bend of her knees. With the speed of a striking predator, he clipped his teeth into the elastic waistband of his daughter's panties. Midge squirmed as his one-day stubble of a beard brushed lightly against her shaved V, the sensitive region reacting like a fire to his touch. She clutched the bedsheet tighter, in anticipation of the touch of his mouth on her pussy as he returned after leaving her panties bunched up with the rest of her dress. She could imagine the wetness of the underwear clinging to his mouth as he had bitten into it, and the thought made her all the more wetter. The actual sensation was quite unlike anything she had ever experienced. Where her husband had been a rank amateur, her father was a pro. The guy certainly knew his pussy, she decided, as she felt his tongue trace the contours of her tight lips before it dived into her inner depths. She was glad she had shaved that morning... the smooth skin presented no obstacle to her father's traveling mouth. She came on him a couple of minutes later, unabashedly slamming into his face with her wet cunt as he pulled her off another cliff. Three orgasms, and this was just the foreplay! Not even Moose, her love for a decade, had made her feel so exquisitely feminine. The warmth of his daughter's body was becoming increasingly tempting for Jack, and it took his entire willpower to keep from mounting her then and there, but after the third cumming, Jack knew he didn't have much time left. He needed release, and he needed it fast. Once again, the unspoken communication passed between them, and his daughter gave her aquiscence for their consummation. Their mouths met again as he entered her, the tightness compensated by her dampness, and with the second push, he was all the way inside her. With slow, rhythmic thrusts, he built himself up to that last wall of holding back, and then, like an eruption of a dormant mountain, he came inside her. Massive gobs of juice drowned her insides, but that did not stop her organ from milking him to the last drop as she climaxed with him. It was the most intense of orgasms either had ever had. Doubtless, it would not be the only one. The afterglow of the lovemaking between father and daughter was ruined by the shrill ringing of the telephone. It was Moose Mason, and Midge talked to him as naturally as she could, given that she was still naked in her father's arms, with his potent gism overflowing from her pot. "D-uh, Midge! Happy Thanksgiving." "Moosie! How are you? Coming home at last?" She prayed he wasn't. "D-uh, uh uh! No. Can I talk to you alone?" "This is the telephone, my dear." "D-uh! Sorry. Listen... The boss just offered me a superstar contract." "Congrats!" She was suddenly unsure where this conversation led to. "There is a condition though. According to the story, I am supposed to start a relationship with a woman here, and I am supposed to be single." "You mean, we are splitting up?" Jack sat up - what the hell was going on? Divorce? The father was concerned, the lover was relieved. The man was confused. "D-uh! Do you mind?" Such a simple question really. Midge looked at her father, nude and loving, and she knew she wouldn't mind as long as she lived. She had found her man at last, in the very last place she would have looked. Her own father. "I am happy for you, Moose. And yes, I think it is better we part ways. Send the papers tomorrow... is there an out-of-court settlement?" "D-uh! Thanks, Midge. You are a peach! There is no need of a settlement, in any case. You get the house, the car, the condo; I take a half of our joint account. How does that sound?" Midge couldn't believe her luck. An amicable settlement along those lines - it must be a really big climb for Moose for him to be able to afford such generosity. "Sounds like you've got a good lawyer there, hon." "D-uh," Moose concurred. "The best. My cousin, twice removed." Midge smiled to herself. A relative of Moose - it figured! Her father looked quizzically at her, but she answered with just a smug grin as she hung up. "You broke up?" Midge silenced him with a kiss. Seven years have passed, and we find Midge pregnant for the third time. Father and daughter are living happily together, respected in their rural community as husband and wife, and while his 'urban' wife, who had initially had quite a fit when she caught them making love, is quite content to visit only once a month, Jack Robinson is satisfied with the result that his life has come to revolve only around the other three people in his immediate life. Midge. And their children.