4 comments/ 369074 views/ 28 favorites What Mama Don't Know Ch. 1 By: Wyden Long "John, I'm starting the early shift tomorrow morning. You're going to have to get Marcie off to school every morning for a few weeks." "Ok," I groaned, half dreading the hassle and half excited by the prospect of being alone in the house with my nubile young 18-year-old daughter every morning while we were running around in various stages of undress. Even when Sue was there, Marcie almost drove me bananas, running around the house in less than she would be allowed outside with. She might be my daughter, but I wasn't really into taboos and she was one hot little number. I could only imagine what she did to the young pricks in her classes. At least Sue allowed me to beg a piece of pussy from time to time, to relieve some of the pressure. The next morning at breakfast, Sue reminded me, "Remember now, if you let her miss the bus, you've got to take her all the way across town and that traffic is murder around the school." "Don't worry about a thing, Babe. We've got it all under control, don't we, Kid?" I grabbed my little hotsie and hugged her close. "Oh, Dad. You've got to stop calling me a kid. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm legally an adult, now." She stuck her chest in my face as if to prove that a fine set of firm little apples proved absence from the Kid Party. "Yeah, my little baby is growing up. That's for sure." She flashed me a grateful smile. When Sue had gone, I laid down the rules of the game. "Ok, here's how it's going to work. Since you're no longer legally a child, I'm not going to treat you like one. That means I don't yell at you, nag you or continually remind you that you're going to be late. It's up to you to be responsible enough to get ready on time. If you do, then we'll get along just fine and I will feel like giving you more freedom in many ways. If not, that means that you aren't as grown up as you pretend and I'll bust your ass like the little kid you're acting like before I drive you to school. Deal?" "Deal. You really aren't going to yell at me?" "That's right." "And you will really bust my ass if I'm not ready?" "That's right." "I'll report you." "For what? Child cruelty? I thought you wanted to be considered a grownup. This is how grownups act. You don't see me yelling at your mom to get ready, do you?" "No, but she yells at you." "Yeah, but that's just the way she is. It has nothing to do with age or maturity. It's just a mother thing. Now, I'm going to take my shower. You choose your path. Ok?" "Ok." I left the door to our bedroom slightly ajar while I undressed so that an inquiring mind would be able to inquire. Since our bathroom was in the master suite, I never bothered to close that door while I showered. No one could see through to the bathroom from the hallway or into the shower stall without trying to, so there was no evidence that I was offering a view of my naked body to my teenage daughter, although that's exactly what I was hoping would happen. I made sure I always faced at an angle to the bathroom door as I showered, so anyone peeking around the corner wouldn't be able to tell I could see them in the mirror I had placed in a far corner. It that allowed me a good view of the doorway and part of the bedroom. I lathered up good and didn't have to work very hard to get a lot of meat hanging between my legs. Just the thoughts of possibly doing a bit of unsuspected flashing was enough to keep it pretty hard. Nevertheless, a little stroking emphasized the problem. About five minutes into a good, hot shower, with suds galore making my dick slick for the stroking, a movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention. She was watching! Oh shit! Now my prick pump went into overdrive. I must have gained an inch in length and at least that much in girth as I realized my hot little vixen was not only gazing with awe at the pole I was stroking, there was also a lot of lust in her gaze. If it wasn't lust, something was making her hand drift toward her crotch. She must have taken my threat seriously, because she appeared to be fully dressed and ready to go at a time when she would normally still be dawdling around the house. She had her skirt up and her hand in her panties, rubbing something very hard and fast, in time to my stroking. Just to check the connection, I redoubled the heat of the beat and watched as she met my speed, stroke for stroke. It was too much for an old man. My balls drew way up into my belly, as if reaching back for the granddaddy of all loads, then blew cum in great, slimy ropes all over the shower stall. The first gob even sailed over the door and hit the mirror over the sink. As soon as my eyes would focus, I sought out my mastur-buddy to see if she had made it. And how! She was leaning woozily against the door frame as if she were about to pass out, with her hand still rubbing at that thing. By the time I finished taking an actual shower, she had gone and was sitting on the couch, knees together and books in lap, the perfect picture of a very responsible young lady, ready for school. "Well, well. Maybe somebody is growing up!," I observed. "I told you I wasn't a kid anymore." "I can certainly see that," I smiled, with the memory of our mutual orgasm fresh in my mind, made a little more piquant by the knowledge that she had no idea I was aware that she had been involved. The memory that she had been so turned on by watching me stroke my dick made it start to swell again. "In fact," I continued, "You have done such a fine job of being grownup this morning that I'm going to take you to school, anyway, even without the spanking." "Oh, good! I hate that old bus. It's so loud and the boys are so rude. They're always trying to see down my dress or up it, or trying to find some way to rub my ass or brush against my tits." "Does your mom know you talk that way around me?" "No, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her, will it?" She flashed me a challenging look as if to promise a wider relationship in the future. "Can't see how it would," I agreed, wondering if my resurgent member was as visible to her as it felt to me. "Let's go." Once in the car, Marcie made the most of her new-found adulthood by letting her short skirt ride higher and higher until I could plainly see her naughty bit and the fact that she had pulled the crotch of her panties into the slot of her pussy. I stole glances at her pussy. She stole glances at my hardon. We rode in a silently escalating haze of lust. "Bye, Dad! Thanks for the lift." "Have a nice day! Take care!" I watched her hot little ass bounce across the campus while trying not to let my desire be too obvious to a blind man. Wow! This was going to be hard to keep under control. It was clear that Marcie was just aching to be fucked and she was responding to me as to any other swinging dick, maybe even more so, with the hero worship kind of thing thrown in there for good measure. That night, Sue wanted to gloat. She was certain that Marcie would have really given me a hard time the first day, just to flex her muscles. "Well, did we make the bus this morning?" "No.," I admitted. "See! I told you it wouldn't be easy." "Marcie didn't ride the bus this morning. Not because she missed it, but because she was ready so early to prove how responsible she could be that I took her to school as a reward. I'm also going to raise her allowance. Anybody that mature deserves a bigger allowance." "Oh, Daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you," Marcie jumped into my lap, and smothered me with kisses. Somewhat miffed at being shown up in the parenting department, Sue huffed, "Well! One blossom does not a Spring make!" "No, my dear, but I think our little girl is growing up very fast and is ready to become much more responsible in every way. Aren't you, Kid?" "Yeah. Now that I know you will treat me like an adult, I don't even mind you calling me 'Kid' anymore. When can I get my new allowance? Can we go to the mall tonight?" "Whoa, young lady. Not so fast. Don't you have school work?" "Yes, but it's already done. Betsy came over after school and helped me with it." Ah, Betsy. Just another of the hottest bits of teen fluff ever left lying around to make strong men weak at the knees from desire. "Betsy, huh?," I squeaked, trying to sound casual. The thoughts of Betsy possibly joining Marcie watch me scrub the skin off my prick was almost enough to send a load down my pants leg right then. "Ok, I guess we have time to run over there before bedtime. Do you want to see if Betsy wants to go along?" I held my breath. "Sure! That would be great!" Sue seemed somewhat miffed at being shunted aside. "Well, I have to go to bed early so I can get enough sleep. This early shift is hard to get used to. Don't wake me up when you come in. I'm going to bed now." "Don't worry, Dear. We'll be as quiet as mice. You go ahead and get some rest while we're out. See you at breakfast. Sleep well." Hopefully, she didn't notice the size of the hardon I was trying to hide from her, but I was making no effort to hide it from Marcie who was almost openly licking her lips. ------------------------------------------------------------ I don't know why I hadn't thought of this a long time ago. Here I was, sitting ten feet in front of a dressing room full of hot, teenage pussy that was trying on outfit after outfit with insufficient regard to absolute modesty. Both Marcie and Betsy graced me from time to time with innocent-looking flashes of skin that kept my blood boiling until the store closed. Somehow, the curtain over the doorway never seemed to get quite fully closed. "Gee, Dad. Thanks. I had no idea you were going to buy the store out for me." "Yeah, Mr. Smith. You didn't have to buy those things for me, too, but I really appreciate them." "Oh, it was my pleasure, girls. Just watching you go so wild about all those clothes was a real treat for me." You bet, I thought, and they knew what I meant, too, but by unspoken agreement we left it that way. They knew exactly what kind of "watching" they were being rewarded for. The next morning, my dick was so hard during breakfast that I was sure Sue would notice something--if not the size of it, maybe the fact that it was hard for me to speak above a squeak, but she seemed oblivious to everything except her new job assignment. I couldn't wait to see if Marcie would be peeking around the bathroom door again. I was so hot from remembering yesterday morning in the bathroom, and the clothes buying session last night, that I almost got my gun before she showed up, but there she was--skirt up, pants down, finger in the old pussy, and here I was, dick up, hand pumping. In what seemed like no time, I could no longer hold it back. Cum flew everywhere. It took a good ten minutes to clean all the cum off me and to wipe off all the gobs spattered around the bathroom. Wouldn't do to let my dear wife find that much cum scattered about, now would it? When I finally made it downstairs, expecting to see my model daughter waiting on the couch, all ready to go, she was nowhere in sight. "Marcie! Where are you?" "I'm sorry, Daddy. You bought me so many new outfits, I can't decide which one to wear today. Can you come help me?," she called down from her room. I checked my watch. We still had a few minutes to spare. "Ok!," I yelled, sprinting up the stairs. As I entered the room, my baby was bending over the bed, wearing only her new thong panties and the pushemup bra I had bought for her last night. Her bed was covered with the other things I had bought. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the perfection of her ass, except to sneak quick peeks at her firm tits, spilling over the top of the skimpy bra. "Which one do you like the best, Daddy?," my pride and joy asked impishly, standing in front of me nearly nude and holding first one dress, then the other, in front of her luscious body. A body, in fact, that I personally knew had been racked by a tremendous orgasm no more than fifteen minutes ago. I tried not to have another one myself, as I watched. "What difference does it make, Baby. You're eventually going to wear them all, so why not just close your eyes and pick one out for today. Besides, you don't want to be late and have to get that spanking I promised you, do you?" "Would you really spank me, Daddy?" "Have I lied to you about anything else? I told you if you got yourself ready on time I would reward you in many ways and would also treat you like an adult in many ways. You got your reward and your adult treatment, didn't you?" "Yes, Daddy," she answered in a small voice. "Well, don't take too long or I'll have to put you over my knee." I saw her eyes sparkle at the thought and sort of expected what was going to happen. "I just can't decide," she declared, as she pranced around the room, grabbing one outfit, then another, to hold against her almost nude body as she modeled for her father. "Ok. that's it, young lady. Time's up. I'm afraid you've missed your bus and I must keep my end of the bargain by punishing you. Come here and bend over my lap." "Oh, Daddy, Daddy. Please don't hurt me. I was just so excited by all the nice things you bought for me and wanted to show them off to you. Please don't spank me." However, as she talked, she was moving forward quickly to lie across my knees, with her delicious ass pointing right in my face and those rock-hard tits pressing into my thighs. I laid my hand on her hot ass and squeezed gently a few times while she wiggled around on my quickly expanding erection. My first blow brought a very surprised yell. "OW! Dad! OW! You're killing me!" "No such thing, young lady. This will teach you to waste your time and not meet your obligations." I felt the heat of my first blow rising from her ass before smacking her again. "OW! Dad! That hurts." "Hush, now, and take your punishment like a grownup. You earned it and I'm going to see that you get it." By this time, my dick was hard enough to raise her off my lap. There was no question she could feel it rubbing against her belly. Smack! Smack! Smack! I rained blow after blow on her rapidly reddening cheeks as she tried valiantly to take it. I began to rest my hand longer and longer on her ass cheeks after each blow, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling her cunt lips apart. Gradually, I rolled her panties down so that I was smacking her bare ass and kept working my way lower and lower toward her dripping cunt. It was plain that the eroticism of the situation was getting to her. She had stopped crying and was plainly getting into it--squirming around on my trapped dick and pushing back into my hand whenever it was near her pussy lips. We got off together. She went absolutely rigid and stuck her legs straight back, trapping my hand between her thighs as she went over the top. It was more than I could bear. I went with her, flooding my clean chinos with a torrent of hot, fatherly cum. "Well! I hope that taught you a lesson, young lady." "Oh, yes, Daddy. I have learned my lesson. I'll be good from now on. Will you take me to school now?" "Just as soon as I clean up a little, dear." During the ride to school, she was a little more daring than yesterday, making no secret about absently rubbing her pussy, but not openly acknowledging it, either. This promised to be a really wild ride. What Mama Don't Know Ch. 2 (Author's note: Although her father refers to her as his "baby", we established in Chapter 1 that Marcie is legally an adult.) * * * * * On the way home the next afternoon, I stopped and picked up a couple of shortie bathrobes for Marcie and myself. There was no point in messing up her dress and cumming in my clean pants every morning, assuming that this was going to keep on happening. My investment paid off handsomely the next morning. Marcie lounged openly in the doorway to the bathroom. Her robe was wide open as she fingered her cunt, giving me the best view yet of her treasures as I stroked my massive manhood. After I blew my nuts and she blew whatever it is that women blow, the robe came in very handy again when she was still in it as the bus went by. "Oops. Missed it again. Are you going to spank me again, Daddy?", she asked somewhat wistfully. "Yes I am, little lady. You have to learn to be more responsible." I was going to tell her to lie across my lap again, but she was already crawling on board. Somehow, her robe came open as she slid across my lap, and so did mine. This put her bare tits directly against my leg, trapping my prick between them. I poured it on, just like the day before, and she reacted the same. She wiggled, she bounced and she slid across my knees, pulling yet another gob of goo out of my overworked balls as she went off. "How long can a grown man continue getting off twice a day before work?", I wondered. Today, Marcie had left her panties off completely as she toyed with her cunt all the way to school, in plain view of her old man, but still without directly acknowledging she was doing it. I was about to ask if she planned to go to school bare-assed, but as we approached the campus, she took a pair from her purse and slid them on. "Bye, Daddy. Thanks for the ride." Not a word from my apprentice flagellant about our mutual masturbation session. "Any time, Kid." At breakfast the next morning, Marcie asked, "Can you help me with something, Daddy?" "Anything, Kiddo." She straddled my lap, opening her robe in the process and asked, "The school nurse was telling us how to test ourselves for breast cancer, but I'm not sure I'm doing it right. Will you check it for me? I don't want to get cancer." "Well, just let Dr. Dad check those puppies out. We'll see if there is any chance that your tits are going to fall off any time soon." "Oh, Daddy. You're so funny", she giggled, as she performed some more of her patented squirming. By the time I had completed a very thorough examination of every potential lump in my baby's tits, she had managed somehow to trap my sizable erection between her thighs. The head of my dick was sticking up between my baby's thighs, rubbing against her clit, while I fondled her tits. Still, she made no overt acknowledgment of the fact. Ok, if that's the way she preferred it, so be it. I was happy to enjoy her in any way that was comfortable to her. If she needed to act as if we were performing a vital health service while I played with her tits and she rubbed herself off against my prick, then who was I to question my good luck? Pre-dick-tably enough, it wasn't all that long before she stiffened and clamped her legs together so tightly, I was amazed that my head didn't just pop off. I had been getting off so often lately that I might not have gotten my rocks that time if she hadn't reached down and grabbed the head of my dick to force it harder against her clit as she came. It worked. She came, she saw, she conquered. She matter-of-factly kept holding my scum-spurting head against her engorged pussy lips as she rode up and down on my lap. When she rubbed the ropes of cum around on her belly and started licking her fingers, I shot another wad I had no idea I was saving. Another ride to school with my baby rubbing her clit and slipping pants on at the last minute. I could learn to like this if I tried hard enough. The next morning, Marcie was nowhere to be found. There was no half naked teenager lounging in the doorway of the bathroom as I showered. Had she suddenly had enough or decided that it wasn't the right thing to do? I was frantic. I threw on my robe and ran down the hall to her room to see what was going on. As I burst into her room, she was still in bed, apparently asleep, with the sheet down to her waist, uncovering two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen. I pulled the sheet the rest of the way off her luscious naked body. "Marcie! Get up! It's late! You've overslept!" She blinked her eyes open and made no mention of the fact that she was nude and my rigid dick was sticking out of my robe right in her face. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I've been a very bad girl. I guess you'll have to spank me again." She got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with her tight little ass almost touching my bursting dick, waiting for her punishment to begin. Oh, how I wanted to lean forward the few inches that separated us and ram the entire length of my enormous dick in that sweet pussy that was winking at me. However, I somehow managed to control myself to the point of only resting it in the crack of her ass while I smacked her cheeks. After a few good smacks, she pulled forward enough to let my dick fall below her cunt and reached back with one hand to hold it against her pussy lips again, like she had done during our "breast cancer" checkup yesterday. The combined effects of her riding my dick and my slapping her ass caused us both to get off very quickly. This was becumming a habit! By unspoken agreement, we continued to pleasure each other every morning, without ever acknowledging that we were flaunting taboos. Any time her mother wasn't around to see her, Marcie would quite openly play with her pussy and her tits in plain view of my greedy eyes. Likewise, I felt free to be quite open in pleasuring myself at these times. Sue kept up her early-to-bed routine so she could be out of the house by six. This left Marcie and I together alone in the family room for a couple of hours every night. She would curl her legs under her ass on the couch and stick two fingers in her cunt while I stroked my massive hardon, as we pretended to watch TV. One evening, as we got bolder and bolder, I stuck in a porno flick I had rented just for the occasion. It showed a guy about my age pouring the coal to a young girl that could have been Marcie's age. Marcie watched in fascination as the girl sucked the guy off, then sat on his fat dick. My heart skipped a beat as my baby daughter took all this in, then came to sit next to me on the couch. I'm still sitting there with my dick in my hand and she is still pretending we are having a tea party. She almost absent-mindedly reached a small hand out to touch my bursting prick that seemed to grow even bigger when she touched it. Her eyes grew wide as she found that she could barely reach around it with both hands. I sat back and let her have full access to the fatherly cock and balls, with no restrictions on how or what she might do with them. She must have spent an hour just squeezing and stroking my big prick. She weighed my balls in her hands and measured all the dimensions of the "arm" she was holding. It wasn't the first time she had seen it, obviously, but it was the first time she "saw" it. By the time she stuck a tentative tongue tip in my pisshole, she knew every mm of my dick. I sat very still, not wanting to disturb the moment. Whatever she decided to do was ok with me, whether it was to go to bed and dream of other things, or straddle me and fuck the hell out of herself on her daddy's dick. Either way was all right by me. Very slowly, she bent her head forward, further and further, until the head of her daddy's dick was completely inside her mouth, but her mouth was so wide open that nothing touched me except her breath, which was driving me insane. It was as close as I've ever been to blowing my nuts without touching myself or being touched. She kept me in this condition for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly sat up, smiled at me and went to bed. As hard as I was, and as close to coming as I had been, it seemed like I should do the same. After the sustained subtlety of her lovemaking, a common jackoff seemed like some sort of sacrilege. Somehow, I managed to calm my nerves sufficiently to drop off to sleep. Sue was snoring away beside me and I was greatly tempted to ram my dick through her nightgown to relieve the intense pressure in my balls, but I thought I owed it to Marcie to save it for morning. As it turned out, I guess I saved it for myself as much as anyone, because the load I blew over the shower door was the most massive of my life. What an explosion! Fittingly, the first gob flew out of the shower stall and landed on Marcie's face as she watched her daddy do his morning jack off. The rest of the morning was a repeat of the day before. Marcie now leaned openly against her door with one foot in my lap while she rubbed her cunt for me on the ride to school. I could hardly wait for Sue to go to bed that night. The anticipation of the unknown delights in store for me with my innocent young daughter was driving me wild. Without a word, Marcie started the tape at a section she had cued up before I got home, then sat beside me on the couch, as before. This time, however, she did not reach for my prick, but kept her eyes on the porno, where the guy was going down on the young girl. "Oho!", I thought. "This is what we want." I slid to the floor between my daughter's thighs and gently stroked her silky legs that opened wide to allow me access to everything she had, just as I had done for her last night. I reached into the end table where Sue and I kept the massage oil we used to use before she changed her shift. I warmed the bottle in my hands then spread it liberally on my baby's peach-fuzz-covered thighs. Marcie moaned as she settled back into the cushions and closed her eyes. I slid her ass closer to the edge of the couch to give me better access to her dripping cunt lips and began a slow, teasing, exploration of every fold of her semi-virginal pussy. I used every trick in my book to titillate and torture her pussy. I even slid one finger in her cunt and another up her ass while flicking my tongue over her fully aroused and erect clit. I could feel it coming a long way off and knew that she was building up to a record shattering orgasm, before backing off, leaving her gasping for breath. She looked at me with pain in her eyes, but wouldn't finish it off herself, or ask me to. She saw that it was payback for last night and recognized that the pain might well be worth it, based on the ferociousness of my orgasm this morning. Our steadily escalating relationship took one more step the next morning, when Marcie joined me in the shower. As usual, she didn't speak or acknowledge what she was doing. She simply opened the shower door and came in. She lathered herself thoroughly, then went to work on me. When we were completely sudsed, she reached between her legs and stuck my dick between her legs so she could ride it like a wagon tongue as she rocked back and forth on it. She hummed to herself as she rode and held it tight against her pussy lips without any attempt to slide it into the tight little heaven my balls were begging for. There was no surprise when she began shaking. Her body had been giving off signals for five minutes that a nubile volcano was about to erupt. I don't know how long it had been since she breathed, or since I had, for that matter. All I know is that my body seemed to be holding back a torrent of cum, to avoid turning it loose before the proper time. When Marcie finally cut loose, so did I. My cum mingled with the suds at her cunt as she wilted in my arms. If I hadn't caught her, she would have collapsed on the floor of the shower room. I quickly rinsed us both off enough to prevent too big a mess and easily carried her light, lithe, body to her bed. "Just rest a few minutes, Baby. I'll call in sick for both of us and we'll take the day off." I tucked her in as she curled up in a contented ball, with her finger in her mouth, like she always used to do when she was younger. What a treat! I laid beside her and held her in my arms while she slept, until a stray sunbeam caught her eye just right and wakened my sleeping beauty. "Oh! Hi, Daddy", she piped, as if she weren't completely naked and half lying across mer daddy's big dick. "I had a little nap", she informed me as she absent-mindedly stroked my prick. "Wake up!", she shouted jokingly at my dick as she slapped it into a full stand. "Know what I'd like to do?" she quizzed as she continued to stroke my painfully distended prick. "What, Baby? Anything you want, you can do." What could I deny this angel-faced darling who was bringing me such intense pleasure that increased daily? "I want to see if this thing will fit into me without tearing me apart." It was the first time she had openly acknowledged the idea of fucking me. "Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked, hoping against hope that she wanted it more than anything in the world. "More than anything in the world!" she declared as she raised herself up to straddle her father's loins. "In that case, we better help things along a bit. Come up higher for a minute. You're going to need a little preparation." I pulled her ass toward me until she was sitting on my chin. What a beautiful sight! This pink passion flower that was soon to be split by my huge pole needed the advantage of a good licking to get it ready. When Marcie could take no more licking without dissolving, she looked me straight in the eye and raised her ass over the end of my prick. Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto it. Inch by fearsome inch disappeared inside her slender body as I tried desperately to remain still when my whole being was urging me to ram it to the bottom of her tender pussy. She must have done something ahead of time to get rid of that nuisance of a cherry, because there was no interruption of her steady ride to heaven. Perhaps one of her schoolmates had popped it for her, but without opening the road wide enough for my load. Finally, she sat, triumphantly, astride my prick, with the entire shaft buried within her tiny body. "Look, Daddy, I did it!", she beamed, as if she had managed to do a somersault for the first time. The fact that my dick was buried within the tightest, hottest, most fantastic glove it had ever experienced was not mentioned. For perhaps fifteen minutes, she just sat there in wonder. A minor quiver ran through her body from time to time, but basically, she just sat there and let her body adjust itself to the intrusion of my enormous prick. When I began to wonder how long I could remain hard without motion of any sort, her pussy started to make tiny spasms, clenching my dick like a hand. The spasms remained subtle, but increased in frequency until my back arched away from the bed, raising my baby high into the air. "Ride'em, Cowboy!", she sang out as she kicked her heels into my thighs. This was more than I could endure without relief. Such a massive stream of cum flowed out of my prick into the depths of her tight pussy that I wondered how it could stay in there. My question was answered as she reached her own peak of ecstasy. The contractions of her pussy caused by the intensity of her orgasm squeezed out not only my cum, but massive quantities of what must have been female cum. The bed was soaked. "Better clean that up before Sue gets home", I thought. Little did I know that Sue had doubled back that morning, to check the progress of her plan. "I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together", she said from the doorway. My blood ran cold. Was this the end of life as we knew it? "Marcie, you've been a bad, bad girl", she said as she stripped off her clothes. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you." Marcie laid across her mother's bare legs as my dick rose again. "Yes, Mommy." What Mama Don't Know Ch. 3 (In Chapter 2, my daughter Marcie and I had been surprised in the performance of our first actual fuck by my wife.) "I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together," she said from the doorway. My blood ran cold. Was this the end of life as we knew it? "Marcie, you've been a bad, bad girl," she said as she stripped off her clothes. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to spank you." Marcie laid across her mother's bare legs as my dick rose again. "Yes, Mommy." * * * * * Chapter 3 I have never been known to pass up a good opportunity for a blow job, so as soon as I recovered my senses enough to function, I stood beside Sue who was wailing away on Marcie's bare ass and let Marcie take as much of me as she could down her throat. The adrenalin that had resulted from being caught balls deep in my daughter by my wife was still causing my heart to palpitate. Slowly, it dawned on me. "Did you set all this up?" I asked. She grinned. "Sure. I knew anybody as horny as you wouldn't be able to resist Marcie very long. She's been antsy as hell around you ever since she started her period. Now that's she's old enough, I thought it would be a good idea to let you to work it out. I knew that you would never do anything to hurt her and you're a gentle, patient lover, so I started leaving early and fucking my new boss every morning before work. Hope you don't mind." She grinned at me impudently and continued blistering Marcie's ass. "Mind? Why should I mind? Are you going to run off with him?" "No." "Obviously, you don't mind if Marcie and I fuck each other's brains out." "No." "Then go for it, Babe. Why don't you show Marcie how good it feels to have a woman lick her pussy while I finish painting her tonsils?" "Good idea." * * * * * Later, we sat around in the family room, still nude, and discussed our new life style. Marcie picked up the phone and sat across my lap, guiding my prick into her still tight pussy until it was lodged to the root. "Mind if I call Betsy?" "Of course not," I replied, not realizing why she asked. She called Betsy all the time. What was different about this time? I soon found out. "Oh, hi Mrs. Jones. Is Betsy there?" My darling daughter squirmed on my prick. My wife sat nearby, rubbing her cunt. I don't know if it was to get herself off again or to soothe it from the banging I had given her a few minutes ago. "Hi Betts. Guess what I'm sitting on." "Oh shit!," I thought. "Here's where it hits the fan." I gave Marcie a stern look, but she simply wiggled her cute ass around on my prick and continued to chat as if she were telling her friend about a new dress or TV show. "Remember that stuff they told us in sex education class? Well, it was all wrong. They didn't tell us how good it felt, they just said the man put his penis in the woman's vagina and ejaculated. Wow! It doesn't sound like much that way, but what if I told you that my daddy has his big dick all the way up my pussy and he's about to shoot a gallon of cum in me? Doesn't that sound like more fun?" It sounded like fun to me. Unbelievably, my prick swelled some more. Don't know how it could, but I could swear it felt twice as big as before. I knew Marcie shouldn't be telling anybody this, but it also turned me on for her to be bragging about it to her girl friend. Sue simply watched silently to see where this was going. Her hand still idly stroked her cunt lips as she listened. "Really! You really let him fuck you?" "Yeah. Mom came home and caught us, too." "Your mom caught you?" Betsy was astounded. "What did she say?" "She gave me a spanking." "A spanking? Aren't you too old to be spanked?" "Don't knock it until you've tried it." "Wow! Oh, wow! Do you think your dad would fuck me, too?" "Why don't you ask him?" She handed me the phone. "Mr. Long?" "Yes?" I answered as calmly as possible with an 18-year old pussy sliding up and down my joint. "Would you be willing to fuck me too?" "How soon can you get over here?' "Wait! Betsy! Don't leave yet! I want you to listen to us fuck." Marcie held the phone between us so Betsy could hear us as she bounced up and down. "Can you hear it squishing?" she yelled into the phone. "Uh, huh," Betsy answered, a little out of breath. "Are you playing with your pussy?" "Uh, huh," Betsy answered, a little out of breath. "Ok. Now I'm raising way up until daddy's prick is just barely inside me. Now I'm raising up further and rubbing his fat cock across my clit, back and forth. It feels so good. Ok, get ready. I'm going to stick it back in. One inch...two inches...three inches. Does it feel good, Daddy?" "Uh, huh," I answered, a little out of breath. "Four inches...five inches. Run get a banana. I'll wait for you. Get a big one." "Got it?" "Uh, huh," Betsy answered, a little out of breath. "Ok, now catch up to us and we'll do the rest together." I saw Sue reach for the dildo she kept in the drawer with the massage oil and assumed that she was going to join us, also. "Have you got five inches in your pussy yet?" "No. It won't go. It hurts." "Well, silly. did you peel it?" "No." "Well, peel it and suck it a little to get it slimy. It will go then." "Did you stick it in yet?" "It's just starting." "Well, work it in and out a little to get it slick. It will go in easier then." "Is your daddy bigger than a banana?" "Lots bigger. He stretches my pussy so wide." "Doesn't it hurt?" "Just wait. You'll see. Ok, I can't wait any longer and poor daddy looks like he is going to blow a fuse. You shove as much of the banana in as you can get. I'm going to slide all the way down." About the time she hit bottom, I went over the top and began gushing all over her womb. Sue's eyes were rolled back into her head as she rammed her dildo all the way in. "Oh shit, oh shit, Betsy! I'm cumming and my daddy's cumming and my mom is cumming. Are you cumming, too?" "I think so. How does it feel?" "You'll know it when you do. My daddy is shooting cum all the way to the back of my womb. I'm going to get off him now so I can suck the last of his cum. Come on over. Maybe daddy can fuck you by the time you get here. If mom leaves any of his cum in my pussy, you can lick it out while he fucks you." "Ok, I'm leaving now." Sue had recovered enough to ask Marcie, "Where did you learn all this stuff, Darling?" "I've been watching porno flicks every afternoon after school. I found where you guys keep them, plus I've been listening to you and daddy fuck for years. Do you want to lick daddy's cum out of my pussy, or what?" * * * * * Betsy knocked rather timidly at the door. "Come on in!," Marcie yelled, unwilling to get up and prevent her mother from being able to complete her cleanup task. Betsy blinked as she came into our family room. I was leaning back into the couch cushions, stroking my dick back up. Marcie was beside me with one hand around my dick while her mother ate her out. Our clothes were long forgotten. Betsy just stared. "Come sit on my lap, little girl.," I offered. "I'm not a little girl, I'm legal now and I came to see if you would fuck me. I haven't found a boy who seemed like he would do the job right." "Ok, then let's see what you've got. Take off your panties first." Betsy got into the game right away. She didn't merely take her panties off, she inched her skirt higher and higher until it was up to her waist, then turned around and bent over, offering me a delicious view of her firm ass. She hooked her thumbs in her pants and slowly slid them off as she wiggled her ass in my face. When they were almost low enough to reveal her cunt, she stopped. "You like?" "You bet!" "Is my ass cuter than Marcie's?" she giggled. "Tell you what. We'll have a contest later, with all you ladies. Now, are you going to show me what you're hiding in there?" "Patience, old man. I'm trying to give you time to get it up." "I'll show you who can get it up. Pull those pants off and let me smell them while you spread your cheeks for me." "I have a little surprise for you," she giggled. "A surprise?" "Yeah," she giggled again. "See what my panties were holding in?" She slowly lowered them to her ankles as a slimy banana slid out of her dripping pussy. "Want a taste?" Marcie and her mother fought over the banana while I went directly to the source. I pulled Betsy backwards until I could reach her cunt lips with my own lips and began to suck. Marcie and Sue had compromised by each sucking one end of the banana. They allowed it to slide back into their mouths until the banana was completely hidden and they looked like they were simply kissing. Banana-flavored pussy tastes better than pussy-flavored bananas, I'm told, and I was relishing the taste. Betsy seemed to enjoy it, too. "Have you and Marcie been practicing on each other?" I asked when I came up for air. "Just keep licking. I think I'm about to cum." I redoubled my efforts and was soon rewarded by a tremendous flow of sweet pussy juice, accompanied by a lot of bucking and swaying. It was all I could do to keep my lips glued to her cunt. When she could finally breathe again, Betsy spoke up. "Now I see what you meant, Marcie. Does it get any better than that?" "You're about to see, I think. Looks like dad has his stiffy back. What about it, Daddy? Do you want to fuck my cute girlfriend?" "Are you kidding? Are you sure you want to do this, Betsy? What about your dad? Won't he try to kill me if he finds out I've fucked you? I'll bet he would love to fuck you, himself." "Really, Mr. Long? I've always wanted to fuck my daddy but I didn't think he would do me." "Whether or not he will is quite different than whether or not he wants to. Most men are too scared of the incest taboos to actually fuck their daughters, even though nearly any man would, otherwise." "Really? You think I'm pretty enough for him to want to fuck me?" "Honey, pretty is not where it's at. Pretty is not why men fuck women. Pretty is nice, but other things are more important. Tight is good. There's no question that you would be tight. Willing is very good. You seem to be willing. Love helps an awful lot and I know he loves you dearly. On the other hand, most men will fuck a hole in a fence if there is nothing else around, so I'm pretty sure he would love to ram his prick all the way up your tight snatch if he can convince himself he wouldn't be ruining your life." "She didn't ask for a speech, Daddy. She just wants you to fuck her." "Ok, ok. Spread those pretty pink lips, honey. Here goes!" "Just what the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter, Sir?" My blood froze again. This was beginning to be ridiculous. If we were all going to be fucking each other, we had better start locking some doors. Betsy's mother stood in the open doorway, hands on hips and glared at the rapidly wilting prick her daughter was trying vainly to stuff in her tight cunt. (More to cum...) What Mama Don't Know Ch. 4 Well, faithful readers. Here is Chapter 4 after a nine-month break, following a groundswell of public demand (well, one guy anyhow), You may want to read Chapters 1-3 first to get in the mood, but if you just can't wait, here is a summary for you. Mom announces she has to work an earlier shift, leaving Dad and Daughter alone together every morning and late evening. Since this is a porn story, it only takes a couple of chapters to get his massive dick lodged to the root in his beautiful daughter's hot cunt--then they are surprised by his wife, who set the whole thing up. Chapter 3 ended with the three of them being joined by Daughter's friend for a friendly orgy until Friend's Mother comes storming in. (I've gotta start finding something more original to end chapters with.) Ok. Kick back, grab your dick or your vibrator, and hold on. If you've got'em, smoke'em. _______________________________________________ Chapter 4 "Just what the hell do you think you're doing with my daughter, Sir?" Betsy's mother stood in the open doorway, hands on hips, glaring at the rapidly wilting prick her daughter was trying vainly to stuff in her cunt. Might as well go down in flames. "I was about to fuck the shit out of her until you wilted my dick." I waited for the fire and brimstone to fall from the sky. When you are sitting under a naked girl with your dick dangling between your knees, you are very much at the mercy of anyone wishing to do you some damage. She glared at me. I glared at her. I noticed her concentration wavering slightly as Monster started to swell again. Betsy was still straddling my thighs, her firm tits squeezed against my bare chest, watching her mother over her shoulder. My wife and daughter had paused in their 69 to watch the drama play out. Monster had her full attention now. He was rubbing her daughter's shoulder blades. She tried one more time, weakly. "Are you sure this is what you want, Baby?" "Yes, Mama. This is exactly what I want, but it came out of me. Would you put it back in for me? Please?" Mother moved like Boris Karloff doing Frankenstein's monster as she approached mine. (Frankly, it's not quite as big as I hint, but a little exaggeration never hurt a porn story, did it?) Mother's trembling hands were on fire as she took me in a firm grip and guided me back to home, sweet home. Betsy sank down to the root with a sigh. "Thanks, Mom. It's absolutely, exactly what I wanted. Maybe Mr. Long would fuck you, too, if you ask him nicely. Won't you, Mr. Long?" "See here, now. I'm not some kind of sex object you can pass around to all your friends and family. I'm not just a big hard dick looking for a pussy." Marcie lifted her slimy face from her mother's gaping slit and said, "Oh, Daddy. We all know what you are." "Oh? And what is that, my darling daughter?" "Just a big hard dick looking for a pussy." She dissolved in laughter at the phony pained look I attempted. "Go ahead and take your clothes off, Mrs. Smith, if you would really like to fuck my father. I know he would love to fuck you if he can get it up again." Meanwhile, her daughter is practicing her horseback riding, easing her way into a nice canter. I can almost see the stirrups she is standing in. "Just stand beside me while I get fucked, Mama. It will make me feel so much better." So it happened that Mrs. Bejamin Smith stood beside a man her age while he fucked the shit out of her daughter. She must have had some incredible finishing school training because she never once stooped to my level, even when I slid my hand unobtrusively under the hem of her dress and slowly rubbed my way up her inner thigh. Since Betsy was doing such a good job of fucking herself on me, there wasn't much for me to do except to be the sex object, so I concentrated on trying to break her mother's concentration. To all outward appearances, Mrs. Benjamin Smith was as cool as a cucumber, even in such circumstances as she now found herself. I couldn't wait until my fingers found their goal. Given her outward bearing, I was totally unprepared for the surprise that awaited me at the top of her firm thighs. Try to imagine a hot, wet, naked body, squirming in a tangle of twisted satin sheets after being well and truly fucked, left right and backwards. Try to imagine how swampy that cunt would be after being repeatedly violated and/or pleasured by multiple pricks, tongues, dildos and assorted animals. Ready? I wasn't. I jerked my fingers back as if they had been burned. The memory of that smoothly shaved, hot, wet, juicy, ravenous thing hiding so secretly between those long. lovely legs had me on the verge of throwing her incredibly beautiful daughter off my prick. Can you imagine that? Me? The "big hard dick looking for a pussy"? A sudden piercing pain in my ear lobe got my attention. Mrs. Benjamin Smith wanted me to look at her. Well, why not? It was the least I could do. In fact, considering the level of pain she managed to extricate from just two little fingernails and a bit of ear lobe, it was the only possible thing to consider. I gave her my full attention. As I looked into those clear, gray eyes, it became quite clear to me that I was to continue servicing her daughter in a proper fashion or there wouldn't be anything to service with much longer. I nodded my understanding and the pain in my ear gradually subsided. Monster had continued his job in his usual mindless manner, bringing an increasingly higher pitched series of screams from Mrs. Smith's lovely daughter. "Oh, Mama. It feels so good in me. It's what I've wanted for ever so long, and it's ever so long. Can you see it making my little pussy lips poke out? See how my clitty goes bang, bang? Could you suck it for me just a tiny bit, Mama? I think it would make me cum so deliciously." I don't know how they train them in those finishing schools, but however it is, it certainly prepares them to do anything whatsoever with aplomb. It was my guess that the percentage of women able to keep their composure while sucking their daughter's clit in an orgy setting is fairly low, after adjusting for inflation. My fingers had returned to the furnace Mrs. Smith was concealing from everyone else. They kept pace with Betsy as she ascended the scale. "Ooh, Mama. I'm going to cum, now. Oh, oh, oh! I'm cumming, Mama, I'm cumming." If the tightness of the lips squeezing my fingers was any indication, Mama was cumming, too. Her cunt lips seemed to be trying to eat my fingers and failing that, to dissolve them with fiery acid. "Oh well", I thought. "Might as well go along with the crowd." I quit trying to hold back any longer and leaned back in my chair to let Betsy's sweet cunt pull all the liquid in my body out through one little hole. Mrs. Benjamin Smith even kept her composure while licking up the excess cum that was being forced out of her daughter's tight pussy as she continued to ride me. It occurred to me to ask her name, but it was difficult to think of her less formally than as Mrs. Benjamin Smith even with a mouthful of my cum. Mrs. Benjamin Smith stood, regally, and smoothed her dress. "We really must be going, now. Thank you all for a lovely time. We must get together more often. Do come on, Dear. Your father will be concerned if we are not home soon. We are expected at the club in an hour." She helped her daughter dress as matter-of-factly as if she were simply emerging from the bath and gave us all a warm smile as they sailed through the door. "Wow! Did you see that?" I'm not sure who said it. Maybe it was me--or all of us in unison. The three of us joined hands and went upstairs to our bed. The assumption that we would all be sharing it from now on was unspoken, but undeniable. I woke up with a firm, tight, hot little ass rubbing against my swelling dick in circles. I reached around my daughter and pinched her nipples to see if I was dreaming. Her ass kept up it's grind until she was satisfied with the miracle she had wrought and slid it deep, deep inside her incredibly hot tunnel before snuggling back against me for another nap. "Just leave it in and let it soak, Daddy." "Anything for you, Baby." The next time I woke up, I was cumming. Marcie was milking me with her cunt muscles. Her mother was spooned up against my back, reaching around us both to play with Marcie's clit. What Mama Don't Know Ch. 5 Dear readers. For some reason, this little story seems to have hit a certain resonance among some of you and has turned out to be the most popular of my stories, so far. I had fun writing it, but as always, the characters tell the story to me. I only copy it down--they can't type for shit! I thought they had told me the whole story, but some of you were nice enough to ask for more, so I'll try to pick up where they left off. By this point in the story, Mama knows everything. In fact she is the one who engineered the whole deal, so the title is a little outdated but the characters mush on. ----------------------------------------------- After learning that my wife and daughter had set me up so cleverly, my first impulse was to be a bit upset. I mean, we guys like to at least maintain some sort of semblance of being in charge. You know, it helps us keep it up to think that we are calling the shots. On the other hand, I was getting all the hot, wet, tight pussy I could handle these days and it seemed like I might be viewed as unsporting and ungrateful if I attempted to regain what had previously passed as control around my house. It also might be viewed as a sign that I wanted to change something and that thought sent shivers down my spine. I think I probably still went to work every day, but my memories always sort of blank out on that part of my life. Looking back, all I can really remember is the delicious feeling of waking up nearly every morning with my wife's tight body snuggled up tight behind me and my dick lodged to the hilt in the hottest, tightest, slickest little pussy you ever imagined. That's not all. That tight little pussy was being shoved back on that happy dick with great abandon while the owner of that tight little pussy tickled her twat to pieces when she wasn't scratching my balls to get me to wake up and cum with her. Of course I was always ready and willing to go whenever she was in the mood. Her mother would usually wake up about this time and reach over me to tweak our daughter's nipples to help things along. Marcie was into sex about as far as I had been at her age, but had never had the opportunity to scratch that itch as she was doing. It always seemed to be so unfair that girls were all walking around with all that good stuff while we guys were in such pain to find any way at all to make the swelling go down. I was fucking her at least twice a day, with matinees on the weekends, when my wife Sue and Marcie's friend Betsy would join the lineup. I was sore, but happy. One Friday morning, Sue said she had plans for the weekend. "I'm sure you guys won't mind if I go away with my new boss this weekend. He has invited me up to his lodge for a few days of skiing and great sex. He hinted that he might bring along a couple of his friends to help me satisfy my fantasy of being gang-banged. I mentioned to him that the idea of triple penetration made my pussy drip and he wants to take pictures. I'll bring you some." "That sounds great, Mom. Why don't I invite Betsy over for the weekend and we can see how long it takes to fuck Daddy to his knees?" "That's sweet, dear. I'm sure I'll be tired and sore when get home, so see if you girls can drain your father's crankcase for me. We don't want him to feel left out, do we?" "Hey! I'm sitting right here. What's all this shit about everybody else making all the plans around here and talking over the top of my head like I don't even exist?" "Oh, poor Daddy. Poor, poor Daddy. Does he feel left out?" Marcie crawled into my lap like she used to do when she was much smaller. The difference was that now she brought a lot more to the lap than when she was smaller. Her filmy baby doll nighty covered just enough to keep me trying to see through it and she never wore the bottoms, by popular demand--mine! I let her soothe me in her own sweet way. She nuzzled my neck and rubbed those firm mounds we adore so much against my chest as she wriggled in my lap like a coon dog trying to find a comfy place to lie down. If I hadn't just finished dumping a huge load of cum in her a few minutes earlier I wouldn't have been able to maintain my aloofness at all. As it was, I held out for at least a second. A man must have some pride. Marcie's hand was now inside my robe, tickling my chest and tweaking my nipples a bit. "Why don't you take Betsy and me back to the mall, Daddy? We just love to shop and you just love to watch, so why not limber up those old credit cards and come on?" I didn't even try to hold out on this one. I still had vivid memories of the first time I took them shopping a few weeks ago. Sue had barely left the house by the time we were on our way to pick up Betsy. "Oh, Mr. Long. It's so nice of you to take us shopping again. How can we ever repay you?", Betsy breathed in my ear. She was riding in the back seat behind me, because Marcie took up the whole passenger side of the front seat so she could give me a few cheap thrills on the way to the mall. Scratch that. Nothing was going to be cheap about this trip, but it was certain to be thrilling. In fact, if Marcie didn't put her skirt down and sit up, we stood a very good chance of my being thrilled into a ditch. "Put your skirt down and sit up, Marcie. A man can only take so much. Betsy, why don't you come up here with us? Marcie is going to make me drive in a ditch if she keeps that up. I'll pull over at the next intersection." "Oh, that's ok, Mr. Long. I'll just climb over." Before I could object, there were a pair of long legs scissoring over the seat beside me as long, tall, lanky Betsy climbed over. It was damned lucky there was no traffic around us and the road was very wide. It appeared that Betsy shared Marcie's taste in underwear. "Don't either of you wear panties any more?" "We could get some thongs at the mall if you prefer, Mr. Long." Betsy settled beside me and laid her hand on top of IT. Her skirt was still around her waist and Marcie was walking her fingers up Betsy's thigh so slowly that I knew we would crash before she got there because I wouldn't be able to tear my eyes away until she hit pay dirt. Actually, there was little chance I could do it then. "Please, girls. You know I love it, but you're killing me. Please just sit up straight like good little girls until we get there. Otherwise, we're all in grave danger." Just then, an 18-wheeler blew past with his air horns in a tizzy, which sobered all of us up a bit. I knew I hadn't been paying much attention to my driving, but I hadn't realized how close to fact my prediction had been. "Oooh, that was scary, Daddy. I think I peed my panties. Wait a minute, I'm not wearing any. Can I borrow your hanky to sponge it up a bit?" "I'll help, Marcie." We pulled into the mall parking lot with my eyes still glued to the seat beside me, while Betsy tenderly sponged all traces of moisture from my daughter's tender lips. How we avoided curbs, other cars and disaster of all types I will never know. "Now. Can we get out of the car like civilized people and go do our shopping?" Marcie and Betsy were giggling too hard to speak, but I finally followed their pointing fingers and realized that I had a raging hardon that was visible halfway across the parking lot, with a huge greasy spot on my pants from the gobs of precum that had undoubtedly been leaking ever since we left home. Betsy was the first to recover the ability to speak, but it was greatly hindered by her continued giggling and the fact that she was doubled over laughing and pointing at my crotch. People getting out of other cars were beginning to look where she was pointing. "Sorry folks. We nearly had an accident back there and I guess I lost my cool a bit", I announced to the small crowd of onlookers. The women smirked at the thought that it could happen to men, also, but the men took one look at the bulge in my pants and the company I was traveling with and nodded wistfully, knowing that they would probably never have the chance to embarrass themselves in that particular manner. We finally made it into the store and the girls had a little whisperfest with one of the sales girls, who led us back to a special dressing room area that wasn't visible from the rest of the store. There was only one little old man back there, apparently waiting for his wife, although she must have been from a later generation than him. It was hard to imagine any woman his age trying on the types of things that were sold in this particular emporium. Marcie and Betsy roamed the store and picked out a few loads of clothes to try on while I made small talk with the old guy. About the time they came back, I learned that he was, indeed, there to pamper his new wife a bit, and yes he admitted that she might be called a "trophy wife" by some people, but he didn't care. When she came out of the dressing room to model her next selection for him, I didn't much care what people called her, either. If I had been in the market for a trophy wife, I would have gladly fought ten better men than him just for a chance to grovel at her feet. Legs that went all the way up, a chest that just missed being too large (I draw the line at DDDD), and bright, sparkling eyes under a crown of golden curls. It was enough to drive any man crazy. She smiled at me to acknowledge my admiration, with only a glance at my wet pants. About this time, my own harem came dancing out of their cubicle expecting my undivided attention. They had probably expected to get the same from the old geezer, too, but we were both still pretty intent on doing our imitation of dumbstruck assholes. The girls didn't like the competition one bit. "Daddy!" Marcie almost screamed at me to get my attention. The outfit she was wearing showed a lot of Marcie. Betsy was beside her in a similar outfit. Any other time, the two of them together like that would have finished the job on my pants. As it was, I was so numbed by the overwhelming sensations of so many beautiful bodies so provocatively displayed that I sort of went into sexual overdrive. I knew I must be leaking oil like an old pickup truck, but at least I was able to hold back the main load. "Hi girls, I'm Jennifer", she said, to defuse an obviously taught situation. She was no doubt accustomed to dealing with jealous young girls and recognized that she had no need to compete. Better to stroke them a bit and keep the tone of the setting high. Otherwise, she wouldn't get as much out of the trip as she would like, either. "Those outfits look really stunning on you. Someone must have given you a lot of good advice on how to dress." She went on for a bit in the same vein, stroking and complimenting the girls until they saw that she had no interest in competing with them for attention--she simply wanted to get as much as she could out of the shopping trip, which happened to match their interests, too. Jennifer had one more trick up her sleeve. She could see that the girls were still a bit miffed at having my attention divided so she upped the ante a bit. "Don't you think they look ravishing, dear? See how the bustier raises the tops of their firm breasts even more and almost, but not quite, reveals their pink strawberries to us? Turn around dears. Maxwell is a true connoisseur of beauty. Let him see how the cut of the bottoms is perfect for your firm derrieres. If your figures weren't so perfect, those outfits wouldn't work at all." Marcie and Betsy were too stunned to object as Jennifer turned and posed them in all sorts of poses so that her husband could more fully appreciate their bodies. Maxwell was enjoying the show immensely. So was I. The girls must have been or else they wouldn't have gone along with everything so dociley. "As great as that looks on you, dear, there are a couple of minor tucks and nips we could take to make it even more sexy. Would you like for me to show you?" The girls were still beyond words, but they allowed Jennifer to continue. "If we just roll this part here down a bit and tighten this, we can make more of a bubble on top, which is always exciting to a man. Doesn't this excite you, dear? Maxwell always turns into a tiger after our shopping trips, don't you dear?" Jennifer smiled sweetly at him and continued. "Oops! Looks like we made the bubble just a bit too high there. One of our strawberries is trying to get away." Marcie's bright red nipple was now sticking out the top of the bustier. My problem was almost sticking out the top of my bustier, too. Maxwell looked like he might be on the verge of a memorable hardon, himself. "Let's just tuck that little scamp back in, shall we?" Marcie stood as still as a statue while Jennifer rubbed and patted her firm tits until her nipples once more hidden. They were right on the verge of escaping, but not quite, then she did the same for Betsy. It was the first time I had ever seen the two of them so quiet and obedient. They must have sensed Jennifer's competence and were content to let her lead and instruct them. "See, the object of seduction is not to show everything, but to merely highlight the possibilities. Darling, you simply must feel the velvet texture of their young thighs. You don't mind, do you, girls? Maxwell is such an expert on beauty. He has greater appreciation for perfection in the female form than any man I have ever met, although I think you father may be a close second. Don't you agree with me, Sir? Don't you think your daughter and her friend are exceptionally beautiful?" "Never mind. I can see that you do. Would it be all right with you if I were to demonstrate to the girls some of the exercises I use to keep myself fit? They won't need them for several years, but it's always good to take advantage of useful information when it is available. Don't you agree?" As she talked, Jennifer locked the door that led to the this secluded dressing area. As she returned she wriggled out of the top she had been wearing, revealing two of the most mouth-watering breasts I had ever dreamed of seeing. Maxwell wasn't saying much, but he was definitely in favor of the show. Perhaps he had seen it before and knew where she was going with it. Facing the stunned girls, Jennifer lifted and massaged her treasure chest and showed them how she kept her muscles in tone to keep her tits high and firm at an age where most women started to droop a bit. I could have watched her technique forever, but she had other plans. "Here, let me show you." She unzipped Marcie's bustier and reached around her to cup her bursting titties in a firm grip. She made sure that Maxwell and I were treated to a good show as she taught Marcie, then Betsy, all there was to know about good breast health. While she was at it, she taught them how to check themselves for problems. All in all, she was so calm and matter of fact about the entire sequence that the girls forgot to be embarrassed about showing their tits to a strange man and having his wife caressing them at the same time. "In fact", Jennifer went on. "The same sort of muscle stimulation will also extend the abilities of the male. May I show you?" Without waiting for an answer, she unzipped Maxwell's pants and drew his long prick out into the open. I don't know if it was the muscle stimulation or the sight of my daughter's tits that had the old man hard, but he was rigid as a crowbar. So was I, for that matter, but it wasn't all that surprising. Marcie and Betsy made no objection, so Jennifer went right on with her demonstration in a very professional manner. "There will come a time when you girls will be very glad to know some of these techniques, so watch very closely. In fact, you may wish to follow along with me and repeat the same techniques so that you know you are getting them right. You don't mind, do you, Sir?" She smiled sweetly as if she were really asking if I minded having two beautiful teenagers play with my prick. Jennifer had barely begun her demonstration on Maxwell's gnarly organ when Betsy dropped to her knees and wrestled my own musical instrument out to play. Neither she nor Marcie seemed to think there was anything unusual about the situation. Maybe they didn't, but my old buddy Maxwell and I sure as hell did. However, we were prepared to humor them as long as they maintained an interest in educational activities. Jennifer stroked and pulled and tickled and squeezed. So did her students. Maxwell shuddered and shook like a hound dog shitting apricot pits. So did I. As unlikely as it might have seemed, he and I went over the edge at the same time, but I'll bet it wasn't his fourth time of the day. Cum flew everywhere until Jennifer dropped her mouth over the tip of her husband's recital and my girls did the same for me. They were all so cute with all that cum in their hair and big grins on their faces. "Girls, you have been so great that I wonder if I can ask one more favor of you?" "Sure, Jennifer", they chorused. "Whatever you want. We're really having a blast. Thanks for teaching us all this stuff." "Well, my husband really enjoys fucking young girls. Would it be too much to ask if you would let him fuck you both? He has had an implant and it will stay hard as long as you like." Marcie looked at Betsy and Betsy looked at Marcie. Both were starting to grin. Marcie spoke first. "How old are you, Maxwell?" "I'm 81 years old", he stated proudly. "And you think you can satisfy two 18-year old girls?" "If I can't, I'll be proud to die trying." "Well, don't die on us, but if you can satisfy both of us, we'll tell everybody you did. Ok?" "That's a deal, honey. Bend over, here it comes." I watched somewhat jealously as my beautiful young daughter bent over the arm of the chair and guided Maxwell's 81-year old prick into her tight 18-year old pussy. Betsy stood behind me and stroked my non-implanted, 39-year old tool to an even greater hardness as she fed it into the furnace that Jennifer offered, bent over the other chair arm. Apparently, that implant did things for Maxwell's technique that agreed with Marcie's needs. She was already starting to make bubbles and was having trouble getting enough air. Of course the long buildup with an unexpected twist at the end may have done something for her. In less time than it normally took me to boil her juices, Marcie had a full head of steam. I took a quick look at the door to see if anyone was likely to come in to check on the screaming but Jennifer recognized my concern and reassured me that the room had been soundproofed for this exact reason. Speaking of Jennifer, she was wringing me dry. If she was willing to continue divulging her secrets, we were going to be seeing a lot of her in the future. Betsy could hardly stand still. She was so excited, watching her friend get so royally fucked that she couldn't get enough fingers in her cunt to scratch where it itched. Jennifer was the first one to notice and made me stop long enough to let Betsy take her place. "Just keep her warmed up for Maxwell. Ok? He's got Marcie pretty close to her limit and you can fuck me again when he's ready for Betsy." Like I was going to argue with anything she suggested. Hah! I slammed into Betsy with enough gusto to powder my balls if they had been in the way. I don't remember ever having been so wound up. It felt like I was taking strokes that were two feet long. Betsy's tight cunt was so slick it barely hurt as I rammed deep into uncharted territory. Suddenly, Marcie's cries trailed off to nothing and I realized that she had passed out. Betsy was off my prick and on Maxwell's before Marcie hit the floor. It helped my feelings a little when Jennifer came back to give me the rest of my mercy fuck, but I knew I might never forget the day I was outfucked by a geezer. Said geezer had Betsy going about as quickly as he had done Marcie. Maybe a little faster because of the great warm-up I had given her? Yeah, right. I was about to start feeling sorry for myself when Jennifer once more picked up on my vibes and dropped to her knees. By the time she had finished massaging my prostate gland, there was no possibility of another round for me that day--or night. I was beginning to worry about my wakeup fuck but decided to wait and see. What Mama Don't Know Ch. 5 When all was over, we exchanged contact info and promised to get together again right away. Marcie said she knew that her mother would want to try Maxwell's "silver hammer" as soon as she recovered from her weekend. I left the mall with two very worn out but happy teenagers on my arm and headed for home and a nice three-way bubble bath, followed by a pileup in our big king size bed. Nobody had any strength left for fun and games, so we just snuggled together and hoped that morning wouldn't come before we were ready. Just before she dropped off, Betsy murmured something I didn't quite hear, but it sounded like, "That was fun, Mr. Long. Now will you help me fuck my daddy?"