5 comments/ 111017 views/ 8 favorites Me and My Camera Ch. 01 By: MisterReason Peter Green was a pretty normal guy who had been married for almost thirty years, and the father of two children - one of each variety. The oldest, Keith was 21 and away at college, while 18 year old Alison was going to be heading off to school come fall herself. The neat split-level house on Milton Street looked much like the others in the development and the Green family was typical of most of the rest of the neighborhood, at least from the outside, but sometimes looks are deceiving. *** Chapter One: I've come to this. The idea to get the surveillance camera was for protection, I reminded myself while getting ready to watch the film. Back about a dozen years ago I had purchased a camera because there had been a rash of cases where babysitters were caught abusing the children they were supposed to be caring for, and I wanted to make sure that Keith and Alison were safe when they were being watched. That didn't explain the new, state of the art camera that I had just purchased. Keith was off at college and Alison would be pretty soon as well. My daughter leaving would make us empty-nesters, and while that idea was something that sounded good back in the days when Dawn - that's my wife - and I would have given anything for some privacy, these days... not so much. What changed? "The change" was what some people called it. Menopause. By any name, it isn't any fun for the woman, but it stinks for the man too. All of a sudden, sex had become virtually extinct in our bedroom. OUR BEDROOM of all places! Dawn had once been as horny as yours truly, and that's saying something. Now she's the Ice Princess, and everything has to be just right; maybe the planets have to be aligned properly, or the humidity needs to be exactly 42% or something else before I get the go-ahead. Once we do go at it, it isn't the same. I know she's having trouble dealing with the change, but so am I. That much is obvious, because if you have ever told me last year that instead of being upstairs making love to my wife I would be hunkered down in my basement den getting ready to watch what I hoped would be a dirty movie, I would have said you were crazy. The Labatt's was cold and soothing going down smoothly, one down and who knows how many more to go, as I turned on the TV and made myself comfortable. The TV was brand new too, a nice 50" flat screen that I had bought last month and put it into the previously forgotten den downstairs. Dawn didn't even complain when she saw it, probably figuring that it was worth it to not have me hovering around her, hoping for a pity blow-job. The picture was spectacular, and as the screen lit up with the movie I was about to watch, the star of the film appeared, thanks to the motion activated camera. The star was about the most unlikely movie star imaginable for many reasons, but the major one being that she was my daughter, Alison. *** Chapter Two: Alison unwrapped I had read some stories at literotica.com about fathers having sex with their daughters, and I have to confess that they usually turned me right off even though I knew they were fiction. I didn't understand how someone could do that to their flesh and blood no matter what they looked like. The daughters in these stories are always voluptuous vixens with breathtaking looks and jaw-dropping figures, so maybe that's why I couldn't relate to them, because although I love my Alison with all of my heart, even I would have to say that she isn't the kind of young lady that draws much attention. My wife Dawn says that Alison is one of those girls who will "grow into their beauty" as the years pass. Suffice to say that she's rather plain looking. She's a brilliant student who looks the part of the nerd, with the requisite glasses and hangdog expression. Like her mother, Alison's a very tall girl, just an inch or two shy of 6', and she kind of scrunches her shoulders to try and not look it but it doesn't work. Her hair is medium brown, straight and very long, reaching halfway down her back. She's planning on donating her hair to some charity that makes wigs for sick kids, and it's been so long since she's had short hair that it will be tough to get used to that, but she's a good kid for doing this. Always thinking of others and grumbling about injustice, in that naive liberal way that kids have and usually grow out of, and she dresses the part too. She dresses like a teenage girl in Moscow, circa 1965, usually wearing drab baggy clothing that gives her an androgynous look. Dawn used to try to get her to look more feminine, but finally gave up when Alison put up a fight. "Do you think she's gay?" I remember asking Dawn one night when Alison's long-time friend Lois was staying over yet again. "I don't think so," Dawn said in shrugging off my question. "She's got all those pictures of The Jonas Brothers on her walls, and sometimes I overhear the two of them talking about boys." I was suspicious though, because of the giggling I heard late at night sometimes, which was how I came up with the idea of setting up the camera in her room. Just curious, I told myself, although I admit that my interest was primarily in her friend Lois. Not that Lois was a beauty queen either, because she was as short and round as my daughter was long and lean, but the squat little red-head had what seemed to be the biggest set of jugs possible, and I was just wondering what they would look like unwrapped. The first time I watched what went on in Alison's bedroom, I was disgusted. Not so much at myself, but of the poor quality of the picture that my antiquated camera produced. I knew that an upgrade would have to be made, because from the moment I sat down and watched I was hooked. I still remember vividly the first time I saw Alison undress, and I was shocked because it wasn't until then that I realized how little of my daughter I had seen. She hadn't worn a bathing suit for years, and the clothes that she wore gave no indication of how her body had developed. So when that drab pea-green army surplus shirt came off, I felt a twinge of sadness for my baby girl. Her upper torso was so slender, and her arms so reed thin, that she looked like a refugee, which made me wonder where the fortune we spent on food went to. She was wearing a very modestly tailored brassiere that made no effort to hide the fact that it was obviously padded, and as she took it off my heart broke a little bit. To think that Alison was the daughter of the woman across the hall with the 38 inch bust was hard to believe. Poor Alison was flat-chested. I don't mean that she had small breasts, she had virtually no breasts at all, merely the most subtle little swells on her chest. The normal sized nipples with the silver dollar sized aureoles almost seemed to mock the sprouts they were resting on, their deep crimson hue making them stand out even more on her pale, scrawny chest. Then Lois came into the room, and to my shock Alison not only didn't cover up, she calmly stood there without the slightest shame and took off her jeans while Lois began to disrobe. Despite my interest in Lois, it was hard for me to take my eyes away from my daughter. There was something about her androgynous look that appealed to me even though it wasn't something that ever got my attention with other women. Alison's body was decidedly pear-shaped, with her bottom much bigger than her top. I learned this when Alison stood there clad only in her panties, and the surprising lushness of her butt was revealed. The modestly tailored panties also revealed something that she definitely inherited from her mother, as a few hairs peeked out of the sides of the elastic, indicating that she likely had a bountiful bush on her like Dawn. Lois proved to be as interesting as I had hoped, because when she took off her t-shirt and got out of the long-line bra that looked to be built for heavy duty, her breasts sure got my attention. Lois's upper body was all tits; the biggest, fullest pair of breasts imaginable. They were like watermelons as they hung down to her waist, and her rose colored aureoles were as big as drink coasters, with nipples like bullets. By the time I got to this part, I was on my knees in front of my old TV downstairs, cursing the crummy quality of the picture while trying to get the best view possible. To my shame, I found myself masturbating to the sight of my daughter's friend brushing Alison's long hair as she sat in front of her mirror, Lois's massive breasts swaying as she stood behind Alison, and I had the best orgasm I had in years. Nothing went on that I could see, although they didn't put anything on when they climbed into Alison's bed and turned out the light. The bedding jiggled while I wondered if getting infrared cameras would let me see anything, and then the camera went dark, leaving me to fantasize what was going on under the covers. *** Chapter Three: Upgrading equipment The next day I went and invested in a new camera, and it was money well spent. This was not only much smaller, making detection more difficult, but the picture was incredible. Once I saw the drastic improvement in the image, the upgrade in TV quality was inevitable. Now my nightly routine was a vast improvement, although it wasn't what I really wanted. This was how I justified what I was doing, because I didn't want to be spying on my daughter. What I really wanted to do was to jump into my own bed and hump my still very good looking 54 year old wife instead of masturbating while looking at my daughter and her friend. Instead, I became a connoisseur of my 18 year old daughter's body. I got to know her as intimately as I did her mother's, memorizing every inch of her skinny frame. The first thing I noticed with the new and improved video camera was that Alison didn't shave under her arms. I'm not talking about forgetting for a few days either, because I was stunned when I first saw Alison raise her slender arms and saw the surprisingly thick tufts of rich brown hair that filled the deep recesses of her armpits. I'm a child of the seventies, so seeing a woman with unshaven armpits was nothing knew to me. Heck, even Dawn let her pit hair grow during the winter a few times, but even as furry as she was she was no match for Alison, whose underarms were as hairy as any I had ever seen, male or female. The armpit hair did make Alison look more mature, however, and made me feel less guilty about enjoying looking at her small breast buds. When I got to see Alison without her panties, my theory about her pubic hair proved correct, as my daughter had a very expansive triangle of chestnut brown hair that looked as thick as it was wide. Alison had turned on the TV and was engrossed in something, just laying on her back naked, and I was preparing to do something to get rid of the cramped condition of my pajama bottoms, or else I would never get to sleep. Just then, Alison rolled over onto her stomach and reached for something in her night table. As I looked at her, I was struck at what an strange shape she had. Her measurements had to be something like 32-26-42, and the pear shape of her body was never more apparent then when I viewed it from behind like that. I thought for a second that when she began to return to laying on her back that I saw hair in her ass crack when her ass cheeks had briefly opened up, but it might have been shadows. All that was forgotten when I saw what Alison had fished out of her night table. It was a vibrator, much like the one Dawn had, only hers was purple and was undulating and vibrating when Alison went up to her knees and plunged it into her pussy. My daughter knelt on the bed and straddled the vibrator that she clutched upright in her fist, humping it as she eyes rolled back in her head. I had gotten to my feet during this, although I didn't remember doing it, and was standing in front of the TV, ejaculating into the sock I had slipped over my erection to contain the mess while Alison gyrated on the bed. It all seemed so right; Alison alone and lonely, with no boyfriend and her girlfriend who may or may not be her lover not around, and me, a man equally alone and lonely, pleasuring myself. It took Alison almost ten minutes to orgasm, and by that time my 56 year old cock had actually come back to life a little bit, so aroused was I by the show my Alison was giving me. The way her lithe body contorted on that toy was so erotic, and when her free hand came up to massage those tiny sprouts my knees were shaking. Then she fell backwards onto the bed, wildly working that thing into her pussy, and with her legs spread wide for the camera I could see that her bush did extend way down into the crack of her ass. The sight of that made my groin tingle and I actually shot out a little cum as my Alison came herself, her lithe frame thrashing wildly about before her body went limp on the bed. I turned off the TV and cleaned up after myself, hoping that Lois would pay a visit soon so that my new equipment could really shine. *** Me and My Camera Ch. 02 Peter Green has his wish fulfilled when Lois, his daughter Alison's best friend, ends up spending the night. **** Chapter One: Lois and my daughter. I had planned on taking my wife Dawn out for dinner the following Saturday, and when I announced that as a special treat we would be spending the night at the inn we were dining at, Alison asked if we minded whether Lois came over to spend the night. "Of course not," Dawn said. "That way you won't be alone." "Sure," I added as calmly as I could, while my cock stiffened in my briefs. It was what I had been hoping for, and with us out of the house I was confident that the two girls would feel free to do what they wanted in as relaxed an atmosphere as possible. Of course, they very well might just be friends, but for whatever perverted reason I hoped not. The dinner at the inn was delicious, but all the while we ate, all I could think of was what Lois was doing with my baby. Was that busty redhead going down on her? Was she rubbing those massive jugs of hers into my daughter's tiny buds while they necked? To spice up our conversation, I posed the question to my wife, suggesting over dessert that maybe the two of them were more than just friends, but Dawn poo-poohed it like always. "Men," she said, shaking her head in disgust. "Is that all you ever think of? No, I doubt it, and besides, I think Alison may have a boy friend." "Really?" I replied in shock, not having seen many of them around the house over the years. "She was talking about some guy named Will who had called her up. Seems they met at the library last week and she seems pretty excited about it. Good for her. She's got to learn to me more open around people," Dawn declared. I hoped that the sexual suggestions would light a fire in my beloved wife's pussy, but it hadn't. Despite my best efforts, I learned what I was going to get in return for this romantic getaway. "Really not in the mood," Dawn declared, but out of pity decided to take care of me. I got her to drop the shoulder off of her nightgown, exposing her full right breast to me. My hand cupped the doughy globe, which didn't seem as big as it used to, the result of having seen Lois Angelo's whoppers. My wife's plump nipple didn't even come to life as I played with it briefly before I was told that it was sore, so I went back to massaging her tit gently while wondering about what size bra Lois wore. If Dawn wore a 38D, what ungodly size did that outrageously busty teen wear? Dawn's mouth slid up and down my cock, performing what she probably considered her obligation, and she sucked my cock with just that kind of passion, obviously trying to get me off as fast as possible. When I didn't cum after a minute or so, she began using her fist, and when I still didn't cum she reached over for some hand lotion and greased my cock. "You used to ejaculate right away when I did this," Dawn said - or was it a complaint, as her fist spun around my erection. "Times change," I explained, not mentioning that she hadn't jerked me off since we dated decades ago, and while I was tempted to hold off as long as I could, I relented, letting an image of Alison cross my mind. I thought I saw my wife shudder as I came, spurting cum all over myself as well as her hands and arms, and she quickly wiped off the offending spunk before kissing me goodnight and rolling over. That's what I got for a five hundred dollar wining and dining weekend at a luxury inn. A hand job. I could have done that at home, and suspected I would when we returned back home and I took a look at the film. *** Chapter Two: Father knows best. The next day, the girls had already dressed and headed off to the mall, so while Dawn went outside and played around in the garden, I went downstairs and set up my entertainment. My original plan was to just take a peek to see what I had and then saving the rest for later that night, but that was like taking one cashew out of the jar and walking away. "I knew it!" I exclaimed to myself as I scanned forward through various dull interludes of them coming and going before something good happened. The two girls were now naked, walking around Alison's bedroom like it was a nudist colony, and with the sharper picture I got a much better look at Lois's tits, the enormity of which was truly spectacular. My daughter Alison must have agreed, because there she was, standing behind Lois, hunched over the much shorter girl with her arms reaching around the redhead. Alison's hands found what they were looking for, and as she cradled the huge jugs Lois leaned back into Alison, their height difference accentuated by her head resting against Alison's collarbone. My daughter was a lesbian. A hairy lesbian who was squeezing her lover's tits just like I would have if I had the chance. What did I think of that? My ejaculation told the story, as I barely got my cock out of my pants before I came, the mere contact of my fingers getting me off. On the screen, Lois was reaching up over her head, grabbing Alison's head in her hand while thrusting her massive mammaries out even further. Two hairy lesbians, I suddenly noticed, when Alison's hands slid over and played with the little wisps of red hair under Lois's chubby arms, fur that was barely visible because of the color and sparseness. This led to the two of them tickling and playing around with each other, wrestling on the bed before things got serious enough for my daughter to take off her horn-rimmed glasses. Soon my Alison was on her knees, her plump ass up high, and Lois was going down on her from behind, but her mouth wasn't working on her pussy. No, Lois had Alison's vibrator busily working inside her pussy, while her mouth was somewhere else. The camera angle didn't give me a good look, but where her tongue was licking left no doubt that she was eating out Alison's asshole. It didn't take my daughter as long to cum this time, and while she writhed and squirmed, the chubby redhead followed her with her mouth, jamming her face into that furry crevice as far as she could until Alison finally collapsed on the bed, and probably sending the vibrator deep into her pussy in the process. *** Chapter Two: Alison as a man. They rested on the bed for awhile before disappearing briefly. When they returned to the bedroom, Lois was holding a bottle of that revolting cheap wine, the kind that was so sickeningly sweet that it was something only young people could drink. My Alison took a swig of the wine before going back to what she was doing. Lois helped her adjust it, and after she got it all hooked up she threw herself back on the bed and spread her legs wide. What they had been doing was putting some kind of belt around Alison's hips, and sticking out from the front of it was a very realistic looking cock. Now Alison was rubbing the dildo with some kind of lubricant and looking down at her lover with a lewd grin. "She looks just like a man," I heard myself saying as I looked at Alison with the camera looking from over her right side. Her flat chest, her full butt and the hairs sticking out from the fold of her arm combined to make her look like a very skinny guy with long hair. Without the womanly nipples Alison could easily pass for a guy. Alison sank to the floor and began going down on Lois's pussy, which had a very light dusting of red hair around the lips of her sex. Alison had Lois squirming almost instantly, her head bobbing between Lois's pale chubby thighs while her hands slid through my daughter's long hair. Then Alison was climbing onto the bed, her hand wrapped around the thick cock that was held in the support over her pussy, and then slowly sank into Lois. Her mouth opened wide as she was impaled by my daughter. The dildo was tough to keep attached, which took a little of the steam out of the coupling in the beginning, but when Alison got on her back and Lois straddled her, they did much better. Lois humped Alison, her body writhing with each downward thrust, and as Lois moved, those gigantic tits rolled from side to side, the sheer volume of them causing her body to nearly topple over. That situation was corrected by Alison, who held onto Lois by the tits until she came, her mouth open in what had to be a scream of delight. That was only the beginning, as the two of them cavorted like the wild and passionate lovers they were, and probably had been for some time. I stood there and watched for the longest time, and my viewing was only stopped by Dawn, who had come down to find me and tell me that dinner was ready. "Pornography?" Dawn said with a sad voice and a shrug, not paying any attention to who was on the screen as she went back upstairs while I clumsily turned off the TV too late. "That's why you're always down there." "Oh, the girls are back from shopping, and Lois is going to stay for dinner," Dawn added before returning to the kitchen. *** Chapter Four: Lois goes home. Lois finally went off to her own home after dinner, but her presence at the meal certainly made things more interesting for me. As we ate, I found myself looking at the two girls and was unable to see them any way other than nude. Funny how that happens after you've seen somebody naked, or at least that's the case with me. Even though my Alison was wearing a dumpy old sweatshirt I could see right through it to those tiny titties. Lois usually dressed in a similar drab manner as my daughter but today was wearing a yellow blouse that actually showed off her best features. It only made me recall those huge breasts rolling around on her as she humped that strap-on that Alison had worn. I went to bed with Dawn, and planned on sneaking back downstairs to watch more of the antics of Lois and Alison, but my wife seemed to be in a very talkative mood. "I swear," Dawn said as we looked up at the bedroom ceiling fan, the moon providing us with a small degree of illumination. "Every time I see Lois, her bust seems to get bigger and bigger." "A growing girl," I suggested, surprised that my wife would be saying this to me. "She just turned 19 so it isn't a case of puberty," Dawn said. "She's such a short thing too, but I think that her breasts must be as big as mine." I rolled onto my side and looked over at Dawn, and when I put my hand on her breast over her nightie, to my surprise she didn't brush it off. "Hard to believe that anybody could have breasts bigger than these," I suggested, resisting the urge to tell my wife that not only were Lois's breasts as large as hers, they were way bigger. "Well, that girl in that dirty movie you were watching downstairs before sure did," Dawn informed me, not realizing that the girl in question was Lois herself. "We should get a DVD player in here. Maybe if you showed me some of those movies it would get me feeling like my old self again." "That's a thought," I said, but I certainly wouldn't be bringing the surveillance footage up. "I know I've been a wet blanket lately," Dawn said. "I don't mean to be. I mean, I still love you at all, it's just that..." "I understand," I said, and felt Dawn's hand sliding over my thigh and finding my cock. "You're hard, Peter," Dawn exclaimed, actually sounding shocked. "Was it for playing with my breast or from talking about Lois?" "You, of course," I assured her. "I don't know," Dawn said, unsnapping my pajamas and grabbing my cock. "I did notice you checking out Lois at the dinner table." "She was sitting right in front of me," I reminded my wife. "I don't mind," Dawn said, her hand sliding up and down my erection. "She's got a very big bosom. Besides, she's not a child anymore, and you are a man. A man who deserves better than he's been getting." We didn't make love, but I was pleased when Dawn ducked under the covers and gave me head. A much better job of cock-sucking than she had done the night before at the inn, and after she swallowed every drop of my load, we ended up snuggling in bed until both of us fell asleep. *** Me and My Camera Ch. 03 After spying on his daughter, both when she was alone and while she was "entertaining" her busty young friend Lois, Peter Green thought he had experienced as much excitement as his surveillance camera could provide. He had learned a lot about his daughter through the eye of the camera; learned about the secrets hidden under her frumpy clothing and found out that his long-held suspicions about the relationship between Alison and her bosomy buddy Lois were indeed true. Watching them together wasn't like a porn movie, in fact it was much better because it was real and not a couple of actresses. The things they did to each other were not scripted but instead highly passionate, and although their bodies did not have anything approaching the silicone and waxed perfection of actresses, they were much more erotic because of their supposed flaws. After Lois spent that amazing night, Peter thought he had experienced it all, but there was something else coming his way, and it arrived that very next weekend. ... Chapter One: Alison's excited. "Excited?" I asked when I spoke with my wife at bedtime. "You would never know it from her demeanor." "That's Alison," Dawn explained. "She's always very placid about things, but I'm her mother. I can tell about things like that. She's very excited about Will." I was tempted to say that Alison certainly wasn't placid when her friend Lois had been rimming her ass while slamming a vibrator into her, but of course I didn't. Things had begun to thaw between the two of us lately and I didn't want to ruin it. "I hope the guy is somewhat decent," I said while I peeked over at my wife undressing. "Alison is very picky," my wife said. "I'm sure he's quite nice. They're both going to the same college next month, and he got a full scholarship - not for athletics either." I winced at that, because I was going to be faced with years of paying for the loan Alison was taking out to pay the pricey tuition at the out-of-state school halfway across the country. "Well, it isn't like we could keep them apart anyway," I added. "She is 18." "What do you think about - the other thing?" Dawn asked. "Ah! The elephant in the middle of the room!" I exclaimed. What Dawn was referring to was the fact that Alison had mentioned in an casual a fashion as she could, that the gentleman friend she was bringing by to meet us was black. African-American was the term she used, but I'm a little older. Not so old as to use the term Negro, but from an era when we were black and white. "Well?" Dawn asked. "What can I say?" I answered honestly. "I never looked at myself as being prejudiced, but when your only daughter drops that on you, it does give you pause to think." "We certainly couldn't say anything," Dawn correctly noted. "Of course not. So my answer is that she's an adult and old enough to make her own decisions. Would I be more comfortable if the guy was white? Probably. You're always more comfortable with the familiar, but then again when I look at some of the white guys out there I wouldn't be that choked up about Alison cuddling up with them either." "That's for sure," Dawn said. "Who knows, maybe this Will's parents have the same doubts and feel the same way about his choice of dates too?" I suggested. "So I'm fine with it." I didn't have much choice in the matter, but the topic did make you think about the way you really feel about things. It's one thing to declare how noble you are about everybody being the same and how we all should be singing Kumbaya and holding hands, and another thing to live it. "I will tell you one thing," I told Dawn. "If this guy comes in here with his jeans down to his thighs with a bunch of prison tattoos and using the word 'motherfucker' twice in every sentence, all bets are off." "Oh, that's just a stereotype," Dawn said. "You've been watching too many rap videos." "I don't watch rap videos," I assured her. "I watch the labor gang down at work. "It's like the Rockettes. Every guy walks, talks and dresses the same. Multiple motherfucker and know what I'm saying's in every breath." I shivered at the thought of one of those crude guys in the same room as my daughter, but I also shuddered when thinking about any guy with Alison. Since I had discovered that she was a lesbian, her being with a woman seemed much less threatening than being with a guy. After all, I know what men are like. "Oh!" Dawn said, stopping just as she was getting into bed and turning around to go over to the dresser. "You might get a kick out of this, you old pervert." "I sure do like it," I said as I watched Dawn slip the straps of the nightie off of her shoulders, exposing her full breasts to me. "Funny. No, look at this." Dawn was fiddling with a bra, and as she did I walked over to see if I could be of any assistance. Right away I figured out exactly what she was doing, but I played dumb and let her finish putting on the bra. "I was putting away the laundry," Dawn explained as she put on the long-line bra that seemed more like armor than undergarment, and after she finished she stood there with a smile on her face. "I thought things usually shrunk in the wash," I said, my hands going over to the bra cups, which were filled with quite a bit of air, with Dawn's tits cradled somewhere inside the cavernous cups. "They do, silly," Dawn said, unhooking the bra and pulling it off. "This was in the wash, and it didn't look familiar." "Is it Alison's?" I chided, and got a dirty look for my attempt at humor, since Alison didn't really need a bra at all, much less something along those lines. "It belongs to Lois, obviously," Dawn said as she held up the over-sized garment for visual inspection. "She must have forgotten it and it got thrown in the hamper with Alison's things." Something about the way my wife was looking at the bra - almost as if she was in awe of either the garment or infatuated by the size of the breasts that filled the gigantic cups - that triggered something in my memory. "Well, you did mention about how busty Lois was," I reminded Dawn, going behind her and putting my arms around her, cupping her breasts gently in my palms. "Seems like you've been very interested in Lois's breasts lately." "Don't be silly." "Does Lois remind you of your old college roommate - what was her name?" "Joan," Dawn said softly. "No, of course not." Dawn had told me long ago about her roommate for a year in college. Joan had been her name, and Dawn had confessed to her one and only lesbian affair that happened with this girl, a young lady who had very large breasts. "Imagine the three of you," I said, kneading Dawn's own rather sizable breasts. You, Joan and Lois together in one room. It would be like a Russ Meyer movie. Three humongous racks!" "Oh Peter!" Dawn said, acting embarrassed but I wasn't buying it, and whether she was recalling her relationship with Joan or not I couldn't say for sure. Could she even been fantasizing about Lois? Hey, that was my fantasy there, I must admit. "What size is that contraption?" I asked. "What difference does that make?" Dawn said. "Bra sizes don't really mean anything." "I know," I told her. "This is just for my own research, and don't tell me you didn't look either." "Well, I had to," Dawn protested. "I thought that it was mine at first." "And?" "40," Dawn said, and her nipples were now so hard they were burning holes in my palms. "40?" I asked. "That's not that much bigger than you." "40F," Dawn said softly. "F?" I asked. "What in the world is F?" "This is F" Dawn said, waving the bra before tossing it back on the dresser. "Well, bigger isn't always better," I said, kneading Dawn's doughy globes while grinding my cock into my wife's backside. "These are plenty big enough for me." We made love, for the first time in a long time, and while it wasn't the wild and crazy ride it used to be, it was much better than nothing and a lot better than jerking off. Afterward, we cuddled up and rested in each other's arms. "Boy, if that's what comes of us talking about Lois and her breasts, let's talk about them every night," I said, trying to figure out a way to show my wife the film of Lois. "You seem to really have a thing for well endowed women." "I should never had told you about anything," Dawn said, suddenly upset. "Not about Joan and not about the brassiere. Nothing." Dawn rolled away and I realized I had blown it. There she was, my wife letting in a little bit of her secret side, and I went and made it seem like I was making fun of her. I wasn't, but the damage had been done, and that turned out to be the last time we made love for quite a while. ... Chapter Two: Will comes to dinner. As it turned out, my fears about Will proved to be groundless. Will Jacobs was well dressed and an absolute gentleman, and if I was going to pick out somebody to be my daughter's first boyfriend, I couldn't have done better if I tried. A good looking guy, even if my tastes are confined to the opposite sex. He was a couple inches shorter than Alison, very slender and like my daughter, seemed to be a bit on the nerdish side. Will's skin was an rich dark black, in stark contrast to Alison's ghostly white skin, and while my typical father's fears about his daughter being with a guy might have been heightened by the forbidden fruit angle, I wasn't all that concerned. Besides, they were both so wrapped up in their future studies, sharing a keen interest in environmental sciences, that they probably would spend most of their time cracking the books instead of noodling around with each other. After dinner, they retreated to Alison's bedroom, and even left the door ajar for a while. Dawn, still cool towards me, turned in after cleaning up the dinner mess, and I joined her soon afterward. My wife was snoozing in minutes, and I heard Will leaving moments later. I didn't fall asleep right away, and after going back out to the kitchen for a snack, went down to see what the camera had caught. Sure enough, just as I expected the camera caught the two of them at Alison's computer, pecking away at the keyboard and gesturing at the screen. Fully dressed, although Alison had taken off the sweater she wore to dinner and was dressed in a tank top. When Alison got up from the chair, I was startled to see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and without that padded harness the flatness of her chest was quite obvious. Alison didn't seem to care though, and Will didn't either. What was also very obvious, when Alison stretched for a moment, was that the armpits, which last weekend were as hairy as any I had ever seen of either sex, were now as smooth as silk. The absence of hair made Alison look even more slender than before, accentuating the deep recesses of her armpits. Had she not been shaving before to please Lois? Did she do it for Will? Maybe he asked her to, or even did it himself? Whatever the reason, my Alison was looking more conventional, and while I couldn't decide whether it was an improvement or not, it wasn't my call.. I scanned though an hour of two teenagers studying, and was just about to call it a night when I saw my daughter look over at Will, who was crouched over beside her. Then she smiled and reached her hand in the area of his crotch, although from the angle I couldn't tell for sure. Alison looked over at the bedroom door and then got up. I was guessing that she went over to close it, because she was soon back near the computer. Alison didn't sit back down though, but instead knelt in front of Will. "Oh no," I heard myself say aloud while watching Alison's hands go up to undo the young man's belt, an impish grin on her face as she looked up at her guy through her horn-rimmed glasses. I wanted to cry, but I wasn't sure why. Watching my daughter pulling down the pants of her boyfriend, I was frightened for her. This was probably the first time she had even been with a boy like this, and she wasn't going to know what to do. Furthermore, she was with a black guy. Fore the first time, I wished that Will was white, and that the penis she was about to see was a regular pale white dick of normal size, rather than the anaconda that was likely lurking beneath those boxer shorts. Then Alison's hands were on the elastic of Will's boxer shorts, pulling them down ever so slowly, and as she exposed Will's manhood, I found myself cringing as I waited for my daughter's reaction to what she was revealing. And what she revealed was... a penis. A penis that except for the pigmentation bore a striking resemblance to the very normal one that resided between my own legs, and when Alison's hands came up to take his flaccid member, I finally exhaled, realizing I was the victim of too much Internet and stereotyping. "Do you even know what to do with it, honey?" I whispered to myself. There was the Internet, so she had probably seen things, but seeing was one thing and doing it was another. Alison stretched the black tube a couple of times before bringing Will's cock to her mouth, and as her mouth enveloped him her hands went around and cupped his buttocks, pulling him close to her. I stood there enthralled while Alison's mouth began to move on his rapidly stiffening cock, and it didn't take long for me to figure out that my daughter was not a novice to the art of fellatio, and make no mistake about it. What Alison proceeded to do for the next five minutes or so was indeed artistic. Alison's lips and tongue lavished affection all over Will's cock and balls, swallowing the six or so inches of his fully engorged cock with no trouble while her pale white fingers dug into his ebony ass. Will's fingers slid through Alison's long brown hair while his hips gently rocked back and forth to meet her hungry mouth. How Will was able to keep from cumming for so long was a mystery, since the way Alison was making love to his cock seemed to be unbearable. The glistening black spear, dripping with my daughter's saliva, reappeared as Alison's lips went back to the very tip of his circumcised manhood. After teasing the opening of his glans with her tongue, her lips plunged all the way down to the curls above his cock again. Will suddenly crouched down a little, and from the body language of both of them, I suspected he was cumming. Cumming right into Alison's mouth and throat, because Alison kept making love to his cock while his legs quivered. He had indeed cum, because now I could see trickles of semen coming out of the corners of Alison's mouth and rolling down her chin. The penis that eventually emerged from Alison's eager mouth was limp once more, with only the residue of his spunk that lined the base of his cock and Alison's chin providing any evidence of what had happened. That was about it. There was no reciprocation, and finally I turned off the set and went back upstairs. I passed Alison's room, the light off and her sound asleep, with the pleasant memory of the time with her boyfriend dancing in her head and the taste of her seed in her mouth. She wasn't a baby any more. From what I had just witnessed, my shy and naive daughter was anything but. She had sucked a man's cock before, that was obvious. How many? I didn't know, and it didn't matter. I was happy for her, as well as being proud of her ability to be discreet all of this time. My thoughts turned to the woman I shared my bed with. Dawn. How long had it been since she made love to my cock like Alison had done with Will? I wanted to return to those days we had. "Please," I whimpered as I snuggled next to my wife, spooning up next to her and trying to bring her hand down to my swollen cock. Dawn mumbled and pulled away, still asleep or trying to act like it, so I pulled her nightie up and put my cock into the channel between her ass cheeks. I rubbed myself against her a couple of times and it was over, my cum spraying onto her back. If Dawn knew what had happened, she didn't react. I wiped her off as best I could and tried to go to sleep myself, but sleep didn't come for quite a while. Me and My Camera Ch. 04 Peter Greene makes a decision after watching his daughter with her boyfriend a second time. ... Peter Greene looked at himself, sitting in a bean bag chair so he could be as close to the big screen TV as he could possibly get. Looking down at his crotch, he saw his limp cock, now a deep red in color after he had been stroking it almost non-stop all night. "And morning," Peter mumbled as he looked over at the clock. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He had lost track of how many times he had gotten off while watching his daughter Alison and her new boyfriend Will. At least five times for sure, he mused, and as he stroked his dick while covering it with lotion that soothed the raw skin, he suspected he could do it at least once more. Peter got the tape cued up to the right part, having memorized the precise spot where things got interesting, and pressed play. There she was, his pride and joy Alison, getting her top pulled over her head by her boyfriend Will, her smooth shaved armpits glistening and deep. Soon Alison was naked and Will was rubbing her diminutive breasts, his black hands tenderly massaging the little swells while Alison unbuckled his slacks. It was daytime on the screen, and judging by the way they were sweating it must have been Tuesday, when the temperature was near 100. They would be sweating more by the end of the film, which would take place 48 minutes from now, but first it was Alison kneeling before her black boyfriend, pulling down his underwear and exposing his ebony spear, which was already hard. The thick six inches quickly disappeared in Alison's mouth, and Peter could see Will's reaction as his daughter began deep-throating his cock, her hand churning his balls as she took all of him in. Unlike the first time Peter had caught the two lovers on tape, Alison was not going to suck Will until he came, drinking his cum with a passion. They had other plans, and as Alison climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, it was clear what the plans were. Even watching this for the sixth or seventh time, Peter still couldn't get over the size of his daughter's butt, especially in relation to the rest of her body. Her arms and legs were reed-thin and her breasts were nearly non-existent, which made the presence of her lush full buttocks look even more voluptuous. Will seemed to enjoy Alison's big rear-end, his long black fingers kneading the flesh as he bowed his head between the cheeks. Alison had been shaving her armpits since she had started seeing Will, but her bush remained lush and dense, and she had let the hair that grew around her anus remain. Will attacked it with a passion, and Peter wished that the camera could have followed his face into the crack, capturing his tongue as it lapped at Alison's anus before most likely burrowing into her ass, if her reaction was any indication. Alison seemed to have a thing for asses, judging by what she had done with her friend Lois back when Peter had first starting taping what went on in his daughter's bedroom, and after Will had his fill of munching back there, he went in for the kill. He positioned Alison so that her butt was way high in the air, and then jumped up on the bed, standing behind Alison while coating his manhood with lubricant. Then Will was oiling up Alison's anus. Peter remembered tears coming to his eyes the first time he had watched this, horrified at what he was seeing. The glistening black spear looked huge now, despite the perfectly normal size of it. Something about knowing where it was going to go made it look scarier. Dawn would never let him do that to her, Peter recalled, but Alison was different. She not only let Will take her anally, she WANTED it. Standing on the bed, hovering over his totally vulnerable daughter, Peter moaned as he watched Will's cock replace his fingers in Alison's rectum, and as Will slid deeper and deeper into her, his own cock was hard again. Peter kept stroking his swollen cock while watching Will slide his cock in and out of Alison's ass in a slow and sensuous rhythm. He was sticking all of it into Alison, and Alison was taking every inch, clawing at the sheets while her mouth contorted. Will was a master cocksman, that much was obvious. He had excellent self-control, crouched over Alison while impaling her with every downward stroke. His deep black skin was glistening with sweat, the droplets raining down on Alison's pale skin like a shower. AS the tape went on, Will's pace got faster, and his thrusts were accompanied by slaps on Alison's ass. They were playful slaps that only reddened the skin of her buttocks, but it accentuated his complete control over Alison. Almost time, Peter noted as he looked at the clock. How could he do it? How could they do it? Thirty solid minutes of non-stop ass fucking. Alison had cum a few minutes earlier, and now her boyfriend was about to cum as well. Peter watched as Will's body tensed and his head rolled back. "Cumming," Peter whispered to no one. Not him, but Will. Will was cumming, sending what had to be a massive load of his cum deep into Alison's bowels. Peter held back on cumming himself until exactly the right moment, managing to keep from ejaculating until Will straightened and pulled his deflating cock out of Alison's anus. Then, as the fat black cock popped out of Alison's hairy asshole, Peter came, watching his daughter's gaping anus as Will's cum drooled out and down the insides of her thighs. He didn't cum like that, Peter noted, seeing the little ropes of cum that he had squirted out and now rested in his pubic hair. That's what happens when you get old, along with having cum so many times before. Now Peter looked away from the screen as Will and Alison hugged and kissed each other, feeling disgusted as he invaded their private time. Peter finally turned off the screen and got up from the bean bag chair, his ass stuck from being in it for so long, and made a decision. This was it. No more spying on his daughter. She was an adult and had a right to her privacy. It wasn't her fault that he was stuck in a boring marriage. The camera got removed from Alison's room the next day, and after being unable to decide, finally destroyed all of the tapes he had of Alison; alone, with Lois and with Will. *** Alison went off to college as scheduled, and after she had been gone for over a month Peter made a decision. He was going out to see Alison, and was going to confess what he had done. The guilt was overwhelming, and even if Alison hated him and never spoke to him again, he had to do it. He decided to use the excuse of having to travel out of town on business, which was true, only it would take a detour for him to get to Ann Arbor, Michigan from Chicago, Illinois. Before leaving, Peter decided to put the camera in his bedroom. Maybe when he returned home, Dawn might miss him enough to have sex with him, although that wasn't likely given the frigid temperature of that room of the house. Maybe he would catch Dawn canoodling with another guy, Peter chuckled to himself. Fat chance of that, but who knows? Maybe she was getting taken care of by some mysterious dude, which would explain why she didn't need him. *** "Daddy!" Alison yelped when she opened the door of the apartment that she shared with three other students. One of her roommates waved at him as she went by, and Peter detected the aroma of pot as Alison hugged him and ushered him inside. "What a surprise!" Alison said, looking so much different than she had a few months earlier. She was dressed like an 18 year old college student, instead of the drab labor camp attire she had always worn, and seemed much more outgoing as well. "I was in the area and decided to pop in," Peter explained, his nose twitching. "I should have called first. Interesting... air freshener." Alison blushed, looking so adorable that he hated what he was about to do. "Would you like to go get something to eat?" Peter suggested. "Already ate. How about coffee though?" "Sure," Peter said. "Is Will around? Maybe he would like to go too, that is if he's still - you know." "Oh, he's still my guy," Alison chirped. "He has classes though." Alison took her father on a tour of the area on the way to the coffee shop, and after they got their drinks at the counter, Peter suggested that they go way in the back of the shop, which looked deserted. "Oh-oh," Alison said as they eased into the booth. "You've got that look about you. Like you're going to tell me something bad. Are you and Mom getting a divorce?" "No," Peter managed to get out before he started to break down. "Daddy?" Alison said, reaching across the table to grab his hand, and as Peter tried and failed to get his emotions under control his daughter got worried. "Daddy, please!" Allison begged. "What is it?" "There's something I have to tell you," Peter said, only able to get a word or two out at a time. "Something terrible." "What is it?" "You're going to hate me. Hate me ever more than I hate myself," Peter said before breaking down again. "This isn't about the camera, is it?" Alison asked. *** Peter's head jerked up at those words, looking at Alison in disbelief, while she stared back with a face that was as stoic as could be. "You knew?" Peter asked. "Duh!" Alison snickered. "How dumb do you think I am? You didn't hide it that well, you know?" "Why didn't you rip it out, or call me on it?" "Parents do stuff like that all the time these days," Alison explained. "Mr. Angelo used to give Lois drug tests, and some kids get their phones bugged and their Internet traced. No big deal." "You aren't mad?" Peter asked incredulously. "Nah!" Alison said with a shrug. "Hell, sometimes I would make sure to get into a good position for the camera when I was doing stuff. Guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist too. Besides, you're paying 29K a year for me to be here. You deserve something for your money. Most of the time my bedroom was pretty boring. I don't do drugs. That was Lisa smoking pot back there." "It wasn't boring," Peter said. "You want boring, you should check our bedroom." "I know," Alison said. "That's why I figured you were upset. Kind of expected the divorce announcement when I saw you. You guys used to rock that bedroom late every Saturday night." Peter blushed when Alison said that, and shook his head sadly. "No, not any more," Peter said sadly. "About the camera - did anybody else know?" "No way," Alison said. "Will would have freaked. he's kind of an introvert." Peter nodded, not mentioning the way he had rode her like a jockey, smacking her butt while fucking her in the ass. "I don't think Lois would have dug it either," Lois mused. "Mrs. Comstock would have killed herself if she knew. Becky might have gotten a charge out of it though." "Becky?" Peter said, trying to figure out who Alison was talking about. "Mrs. Comstock? The school bus driver? You mean..." "Guess you didn't have the camera up as long as I thought," Alison said. "You missed a few. They were in my lesbian phase. I think I'm past that now." "I'm sorry," Peter said honestly. "Not about missing anything, but about the intrusion. I was as wrong as wrong can be. I'm ashamed of myself." "Like I said, I'm alright with it. Who knows? Maybe when I come back home for the holidays we can watch the tapes." "Destroyed," Peter said. "All of them." "Too bad," Alison said. "How did I look? On film I mean." "Beautiful," Peter said, a tear returning to his eye. "Beautiful." Father and daughter walked home hand in hand, and after Peter refused his daughter's offer of letting him crash on the couch, Peter got ready to leave. "Oh, Daddy?" Alison said. "You ever see Lois around?" "No," Peter said. "I haven't. Not since you left for here. Actually, not since you and Will got together." "Yeah, she got kinda upset when I started hanging with Will," Alison said. "Jealous. She's kinda - um... not interested in guys." "I understand." Peter said as they hugged. "If you see her, tell her hi for me. Tell her I love her and all." "Can do." Peter Greene felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his back, and as he went back home, he vowed to try and make his marriage work. ... In the last chapter, Peter Greene confronts his wife, Dawn. Me and My Camera Ch. 05 Peter Greene, having returned from traveling to visit his daughter at college and discovering that Alison was not only aware of the surveillance camera he had placed in her room, but had actually performed for it, was now back home. For the first time in 18 years, there was nobody in the house except for Peter and his wife Dawn. Peter had hoped that with the new found privacy, their sex life would perk back up to way it used to be. ... Chapter One: Back in the ice box. Peter's return home after his "business" trip was not the joyous and passionate occasion he had been hoping for. Dawn had greeted him like he had come back from the store instead of returning after a couple of days halfway across the country, and now Peter was on his back in the bed, while next to him Dawn was on her side facing the wall, snoring lightly. "Should have saved a couple of those tapes from Alison's bedroom," Peter mumbled to himself as he stroked his cock under the sheets. He had made an attempt when they had gotten into bed, but the hand he had put on her breast was politely but firmly rebuffed, and now he was playing with his dick once more. What made it worse was that the air reeked of pussy. It was like the bed was dripping with it, and the more Peter tried to ignore it the stronger it got. Maybe Dawn had been playing with herself, Peter wondered. Perhaps she spent the time alone with a giant dildo inside of her, which would explain why she was so disinterested in him. The thought that Dawn may be fucking somebody else had occurred to him, but he had always dismissed it before now. The camera! Peter straightened up in bed, his eyes going up to where it had stuck it. He had forgotten all about putting it in here, what with all the drama that had gone on during the last week. Who knows? Maybe it had recorded something interesting. Peter went downstairs and fired up the big screen TV, hoping to find something that had happened in that bedroom that would give him something - anything to jack off with. Dawn dressing or undressing, even shaving her legs or playing with herself would be fine. The other possibility - that of watching some other man go in there and fucking her - was not something he wanted to see, no matter how shitty the marriage had become. That would be grounds for throwing in the towel, and kicking her ass to the curb. Peter settled in and watched as the screen revealed what the camera picked up each time the motion detector was activated. After a few minutes, Peter found that Dawn went in and out of the bedroom a lot during the day. Making the bed, putting away clothes and vacuuming the carpet were all things that needed to be done, but not something that inspired an orgasm. Peter found himself nodding off when Dawn suddenly appeared near the camera. Dawn was undressing, and when he saw her his cock came back to life. The woman still had it, Peter noted as he looked at the body that was nearly a half century old but was still damn hot. Dawn had only gotten a little thicker in the waist and hips over the years, and while her tits had begun to sag a bit, the full globes were still really nice. Now Dawn was bringing her hands up to her breasts, and as Peter began to stroke himself harder, Dawn started kneading the doughy globes, her nipples springing to attention as she did. A husband playing with himself while he watched his wife playing with herself? What a waste, Peter thought, but he found himself stroking harder at the sight which he found strangely erotic, and he was on the verge of cumming when Dawn turned and went over to the bed. After getting something out of the night table drawer - her vibrator - she rolled onto the bed. "Yeah!" Peter said to the TV, as he watched Dawn turn on the device, and as Peter's enthusiasm became even more intense, Dawn leaned over and turned out the light. "FUCK!" Peter half-yelled at his wife, who had managed to accidentally do what she had been doing for the last few years, which was to let him down right when he thought things were getting better. With the movement hidden in the darkness, the camera showed the darkness for a few more seconds, while Peter fumbled for the remote control so he could replay the previous minute or so. Just as Peter was about to hit the rewind button, the screen brightened. It was daytime, with the sun streaming in through the curtains, and Dawn was walking into the room, heading directly to the bed, and as Peter sat in stunned silence he saw that Dawn was not alone. ... Chapter Two: Movie time, Peter forced himself to turn off the tape after watching it several times, and when he slipped back into bed next to his wife, he realized how much watching that movie had changed his mind about the woman he had thought he knew. A cheater. The woman he had lived and loved for all these years had been unfaithful. How many times in the past had I climbed into bed with Dawn, Peter mused, and put my cock - even my tongue - into her pussy right after she had been with somebody else? As tempted as he was to wake Dawn up and confront her, he decided he would use another approach. After all, a few weeks ago Dawn had suggested he play some adult videos in the bedroom. Peter hadn't owned any besides the ones from their daughter's bedroom, and they certainly would not do. This would be different though, and imagining seeing his wife's reaction as the screen came alive and showed her infidelity was something that really got his interest. So Peter managed to keep from saying anything to dawn the next morning, and after work they ate dinner as if nothing happened. When Dawn said that she was tired and was going to turn in earlier than usual, Peter followed her into the bedroom. They undressed, and after Dawn had returned from the bathroom, Peter was already in bed with the tape in the machine ready to go. "Thought we could watch a movie," Peter suggested as Dawn came around to her own side of the bed. "Well, just keep the volume down," Dawn said. "I thought we could watch it together," Peter said. "You might like it." "I had kind of a tough day," Dawn said. "I'll bet you did," Peter said with a grin. "This is pretty good though. It's called "While the Cat's Away". It's kind of a chick flick." "Well, maybe I'll watch it until I drop off," Dawn said. "Oh, I'll bet it gets your attention," Peter assured his wife, and as he spooned behind her he hit the play button and the TV lit up the room. "It's about what a wife does when he husband is out of town," Peter whispered into Dawn's ear, and he grabbed her shoulder when she tried to get up. "OMIGOD!" Dawn almost screamed as she looked at herself on the television. "I... You spied on me. How could you..." "How could I?" Peter said with a chuckle after hitting the pause button, freezing the image of his wife sitting on edge of the very same bed they were in now. "That's not me. That's you." ... Chapter Three: A secret love. "Please don't make me watch this," Dawn whimpered as Peter got the tape rolling again. "I'm sorry." "Don't be," Peter hissed into Dawn's ear as they watched the television. "I think it's really sexy." On the screen, Dawn was sitting on the edge of the bed while pulling Lois Angelo close to her. The busty little redhead was about the same height standing up as Dawn was sitting down, and as Peter watched his wife lifting the the t-shirt off of the teenager he felt his cock stiffen. "You aren't mad?" Dawn asked, feeling her husband's cock against her buttocks. "No," Peter said. "How long has this been going on?" "Since just after Alison left," Dawn said. "Remember when I found her bra mixed in with our clothes?" "Yes." "I invited her to stop by when she got the chance to pick it up," Dawn said as the screen image of her unhooking that very same bra was playing. "She was upset about Alison - both about her being away and about her seeing Will. I told her how amazed I had been at the size of her bra and asked her to show me her breasts. She was lifting up her top before the question was finished. I think she really wanted me." "Who wouldn't? Ooh!" Peter groaned as he watched his wife taking the bra off of Lois, the harness lurching forward as those huge breasts exploded from their restraint. "You were right, you know," Dawn said, moving her butt into Peter's cock. "About Lois and Alison. They were lovers. Peter said nothing, his eyes unable to leave the screen as his wife buried her face in the cavernous cleavage while her hands kneaded the huge jugs that overwhelmed Dawn's hands. "I feel so guilty," Dawn said. "Almost like I'm a predator." Lois was undressing Dawn now, and when Dawn's bra came off the two rubbed their tits together. Peter's cock was oozing pre-cum all over Dawn's backside as he watched the action. Dawn's breasts actually looked small to him for the first time in his life, compared to the voluptuous teen, and as Lois eased Dawn onto her back on the bed those pendulous jugs swung down over his wife. "I want to fuck you," Peter said, lifting Dawn's nightie up and reaching around to feel her pussy, which was wet. "While we watch this." "Yes," Dawn said, letting Peter lift her leg so he could stick his cock in her while they lay on their sides, and she was halfway to cumming when his cock slid in. "I'm gonna cum," Peter said after only being inside of Dawn's steamy pussy for a minute, the sight of his wife writhing on the bed while Lois went down on her becoming too much. "I'm sorry," Peter gasped after filling Dawn's pussy with a copious amount of his semen. "Couldn't help myself. Seeing you like this is such a turn-on." "It's alright," Dawn said. "I'm just so relieved you aren't mad." "If it was a guy in there with you, I would have thrown you right through the window, but this? It's different." "I've never cheated on you with a man," Dawn said. "I swear." "Oh Dawn," Peter hissed. "This part is so hot." Lois was on her knees, squatting over Dawn's face as she reached down and mauled his wife's tits with one hand while squeezing her own with the other. "OH!" Dawn said, looking at this for the first time. "I couldn't see Lois..." "Because her pussy was in your face," Peter grunted, finishing his wife's thought. "There! When she leans forward, are you..." "Eating out her ass?" Dawn responded. "Yes. I hardly ever do that, but hers is so sweet." "Does she have a hairy asshole? Peter asked. "No, she's got a cute pink one that was made for licking. How much of this film do you have?" Dawn asked. "At least a couple of hours," Peter said. "After this part comes the time when she lets you do her with the strap-on. I'll be hard again by then." "Good," Dawn said, reaching back and pulling on her husband's limp and sticky cock. "You know, I'm actually glad about this. I feel like the weight of the world is off my shoulders." "Were there others?" Peter asked. "Other women?" "Yes." "Tell me about them." "Promise you won't tell anyone?" "We are husband and wife, aren't we?" Peter reminded her, and Dawn squeezed his cock affectionately at hearing that. "Do you know Teresa Patterson?" Dawn asked. "Vaguely," Peter said. "Is she the blonde from church who helps take the collection? The one that's built like an amazon? About six foot tall with broad shoulders and big tits?" "Yes," Dawn said. "And then there's Gail Comstock." "The school bus driver?" Peter said, and laughed when Dawn said yes. "I know she's kind of butch," Dawn said. "That's not what I'm laughing at. You seem to have a thing - a fetish maybe - for women with big breasts," Peter suggested. "I do," Dawn said. "Why is that strange? Men haven't got a monopoly on fetishes." "I guess not," Peter said, still watching the end product of his own fetish on the TV. "I think it's sexy. You know, Alison was, shall we say, intimate with Gail Comstock." "Omigod!" Dawn said, spinning around. "Wait. How do you know that?" "Alison and I - we had a heart to heart," Peter confessed. "We talked about a lot of things. Don't tell her that I told you that." "I won't, as long as you never say anything to her about Lois," Dawn replied. "Deal," Peter said, feeling his wife's body shudder. "What's wrong?" "Just thinking about our Alison with Gail Comstock," Dawn mused. "She's very rough." "I think Alison can hold her own with anybody," Peter said, feeling his cock begin to rise again. "Are you planning on seeing Lois Angelo again?" "I was," Dawn admitted. "That was before - you know." "You can still see her," Peter said, knowing that he likely couldn't stop his wife anyway, even if he wanted to. "Are you going to watch?" "I'll tell you what I would really like to do," Peter confided. ... Epilogue. Peter was wrong, he realized. Watching his daughter, and then his wife through the lens of a camera was great, but it wasn't like being in the same room, even though he had thought so at the time. THIS was like being in the same room, Peter thought to himself as he looked through the slats of the closet door he was peeking though. The radio playing would mask any sounds he made, and Dawn was making sure that the Lois was occupied as well. Peter's hand worked furiously as his wife played with those enormous breasts, and when Dawn casually lifted Lois' chubby arm and kissed and nibbled at the wisp of burnt orange hair nestled in her armpit, Peter came. Good girl, Peter mused, pleased that his wife had followed through on his request, and as Peter before took a sip of the wine he had brought into the closet with him, he made a silent toast to his camera, which had made his humdrum life fun again. ... thanks for reading.